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buckys-wintersoldier · 4 months

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Unexpected meeting | Sebastian Stan

Pairing -> Sebastian Stan x Female!Reader

Summary -> You’re lost in New York and when you ask someone for help you didn’t realize who it is until you’re standing in front of him. Sebastian Stan, who offers you his help to get home.

Warnings -> (G) none, just fluff

Wordcount -> 1.2k

Request -> Heyyy. I had this idea for a while now and thought maybe you would like to write it! If not it's also okay! 💗 So, here is my idea: Reader is new in New York and moved there a while ago. She was walking around for a while and then gets lost and isn't sure where she is. Then she sees Sebastian from a distance and decides to ask him for help. She shouts something at him but when she gets near she notice who he is. She gets nervous but Sebby is very sweet and kind. He helps her and maybe Sebastian asks her out on a date. Thank you in advance 💗 @lives-in-midgard

A/N -> Thank you so much for the request. I absolutely love it and I hope you like what I made with it. Some cute Sebby is always wonderful, hehe.💕 My requests are open, if you have any asks don’t hesitate to ask.

Masterlist | Sebastian Stan Masterlist

It’s not long since you moved to New York; after finishing at the university, you were finally ready to move away from California.

California, the place you grew up with your family, your friends, and all the memories. But you need some fresh air and some new places to see, and when you got the offer from your chef to get a job in New York, you immediately said yes.

And there you are, little woman, in the middle of the big city. In the middle of buildings that are like giants. You love that place, the people, and the job you got. The only problem? You don’t know someone; it’s quite loud sometimes, and the worst part is that you can get lost really easily.

You moved there just a few days ago, and now you have finally had some time to go out for a walk, enjoying the sun. With your cup of coffee in your hand, you walk along the street, through the park, and along another street. The way you decide to go depends on how many people there are; when it’s quiet, you turn into the street; when it’s loud, you wait until you reach another street with fewer people.

When you reach another park, you look around. The place you're in right now is definitely not similar to the place you were before. So you didn’t walk in a circle, but where are you right now?

Suddenly, you feel like you’re lost. Turning around a few times, you look for someone who could help you find your way back home. That’s the moment when you sigh and regret the quiet places, and even more the fact that you thought it wasn't necessary to have internet when you’re outside of your apartment.

When you moved there, you looked for internet at home, but you thought you could take your time to have internet outside of your home. It’s definitely not like that, and now you’re lost in a park, not knowing the way you walked from your apartment to the place you’re standing right now.

The trees around you are green and bright because of the sun. But there is no one, not even one person, you can ask for the way. Right?

When you turn around again, you can see a man walking from the other side of the park in your direction, but before he reaches you, he takes a turn, and you roll your eyes. With big steps, you follow him, not knowing if you want to shout and let him think you’re a weirdo or just tap his shoulder and let him think you’re a bigger weirdo.

“Excuse me, Sir?” you decide to shout, and you see the brown-haired man looking to the left and right before he stops and turns around.

When he stands there and looks at you, you almost crash into him. You should have stopped running when you shouted, but you were scared he wouldn’t turn around, so you would have reached him in no time otherwise.

“I’m sorry, I got-“ you interrupt yourself when you look up and into two steel blue eyes. You know those eyes; you know them way too well for someone who has never seen them in real life before.

“Hi, can I help you?” he asks you, and when you hear his voice, you need to pay attention to not freak out in front of him or just melt into a puddle.

His one hand is sliding through his short, curly, brown hair while he fixes you with his eyes. A soft smile appears on his lips when he sees the blush on your cheeks.

“I’m so sorry,“ you breathe out, trying to calm yourself down.

You feel so stupid in front of HIM. In front of Sebastian Stan, you just shouted at a celebrity, and you didn’t recognize it earlier.

“I didn’t want to disturb you, and I didn’t want to shout at you,” you mumble and scratch the back of your neck.

Sebastian laughs softly, his nose scrunching slightly, and you can’t stop looking at it. It’s the most adorable nose you have ever seen, and the way his eyes brighten when you look into them, you feel like the sun is kissing the ocean, and it turns out to be the lightest blue you have ever imagined. His lips are slightly parted and turn into a bright smile when he sees you getting nervous in front of him.

“It’s ok; there's no reason to be nervous,” he says, his voice calming you down. “Can I help you with something? I don’t think you wouldn’t shout at me and run after me when I couldn’t do anything for you. Or do you want me to sign your body? Then I would prefer to do it somewhere more private. Just you and me,” he jokes around, and your cheeks heat up.

“I’m lost; I moved here a few days ago, and now I can’t find the way back home,” you mumble, embarrassed.

Against your worries that he could laugh and tell you how stupid you are or just say he has no time, he smiles at you and reaches his hand out to place it on your shoulder.

“That’s oke, I had that a few times when I was on set. There is no reason to be ashamed; can you tell me your address?” Sebastian asks softly, and you nod, telling him the street and number of your apartment.

He nods and turns you around, pointing to the street you have to go to. Then he pushes you slightly to make you walk there, and he walks next to you, his hand still resting on your back, and you feel the warmth of his skin through the fabric of your clothes.

“You don’t have to bring me home,” you say with a shy smile on your lips.

“I know, but I want to. So I can make sure that you’re not getting lost again,” he explains, and you laugh softly.

On the way home, the two of you talk about a lot; you know more about him, about the time behind the scenes, and he asks you a few questions as well, letting you talk about everything you want to talk about.

It feels like ten minutes until you’re home again. While you look for your keys, he tells you more about his recent movie.

“It’s just a few blocks away from here. What about if I take you with me on set tomorrow and after we go out on a date?” Sebastian asks, his cheeks blushing slightly.

“I’m free tomorrow, of course. I’m already excited,” you mumble shyly.

He gives you his phone, so you can add your number. When you reach for it, your hands touch lightly, and even when he has his hand on your back, it still lets you shiver when you touch his bare skin. His hand is so soft, and you would like to take his hand in yours.

“I will write you,” he says, opening his arms to wrap them around your body.

You place your head against his shoulder and your arms around his waist while you inhale his scent. When you went for a walk earlier, you didn’t know you would meet Sebastian Stan, and especially not that you would fall head over heels in love with him. But you do, and feeling the warmth of his body around you and his touches makes you feel at home with him.

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apocalypse-shuffle · 1 year

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RED HOOD | BATFAMILY (assorted canon)

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“Long Overdue” (Jason Todd & Batmom!Reader) and (background Bruce Wayne x Batmom!Reader)

| Reader was with Bruce in the past but grew distant after Jason’s death. No one tells her when he comes back from the dead until Bruce is forced to bring her in on a raid when they’re overwhelmed. -Jason and Batmom!Reader reunion.

| SFW, canon typical action/violence, cursing?, brief mention of suicidal thoughts

| This is like half fanon half UTRH/Batman:Hush. I’m really just fucking around with canon rn. Also the pictures used are just for aesthetics and have no contextual meaning to the story. (pic source - Batman: Three Jokers comic)

| 2k+ words

| parts: one, spurt, two, three, four, five, six/six point five, seven.

You brace your hands on your hips, stern twist to your features.

“I failed worse than I thought as a parent if you think a couple of dropped criminals is going to make me hate you-.”

“There’s way more than a couple,” he scoffs.

You’re swiping your hand through the air before Jason’s even finished, the furrow on your face mirroring his own perfectly.

“And I truly don’t give a fuck.”

Whatever he was about to say stops dead on the tip of his tongue and he balks, eyes widening a fraction.

“Ma…”

And it almost - it almost makes you laugh out loud. The way he says it.

The mirth that leaks into your voice can’t be helped. “Boy…” you shake your head. “Nothing about this situation is normal, your killing isn’t going to be the magic thing that throws me off. Plus, I have been looking into what you’ve been doing. I know you've killed people and honestly…I don’t care. The hero sticht was never for me, I have a code and it’s not Bruce’s, but at the end of the day none of that matters. Your choices are your own Jason.”

You swallow thickly before continuing, “You’re an…adult now, you don’t need my blessing.”

You won’t say it cause you know it’ll piss him off, but Jason didn’t operate in uncertainty the same as Bruce. So attempting to talk him out of a decision would’ve just been begging to have your time wasted. If Jason thought his way was what Gotham needed then that was the end of the discussion on his part. You only regret what facilitated the fundamental shift in his stance of what’s “necessary” to keep people safe.

In spite of what you've said Jason’s features go back to being steeped, brows meeting and jaw clenched.

“That’s- that’s true. I know that,” you hum an affirmative and his eyes flash to yours. You haven’t seen that look in years. Like he’s sizing you up. It makes the corners of your lips quirk that you get to see it at all. “Just making sure you know where I stand.”

Your brow raises.

“Uh huh,” you nod to yourself. You have an inkling about why exactly he felt the need to jump at telling you off. “Even if he gave you a hard time about what you're doing your father does still love you, you know?”

Jason shakes his head harder this time, almost snarling.

“He’s not my damn father.”

At his tone you stiffen too. The shift feels like a punch to the gut and you can’t help but react as if the hit was real. It almost feels like it was.

Jason hadn’t exactly been smiling before but if you’d thought he was being distant then, you’ve been shown for a fool now. All that grace he was giving you is completely gone.

“…,” you look over the harsh lines of his face, the way his upper lip curls, and it makes your chest ache. The conversation went worse than you thought then. Buildings blew up all the time in Gotham, and Jason didn’t seem too banged up but- “Alright. Okay, Jason, I’m just reminding you that he works in absolutes. His anger likely isn’t at you specifically, just your methods.”

He sighs out roughly and when he straightens completely out of your hold you have to swallow back a noise of protest. “I know that, but it shouldn’t excuse him.”

He crosses his arms.

“He left me,” he forces out. You squint, confused. “I was holding out for him and he left me for that damn clown. From what I gather Joker set off the explosives I tied him up with - which wasn’t my most well thought out plan but that’s not the point. The point is when it went off he didn’t save me. Bruce took the Joker and left me for dead. Not me and that green haired freak, just me. I woke up under piles of rubble by myself.”

Your face drops, you can feel it, and Jason definitely sees it by the way his scowl reappears.

“What, you don’t believe me? It’s too hard to reconcile the man you love being the type to leave me to die?”

You hold up a finger and Jason almost (almost) cusses you out, you can see it on his face, but five years away apparently didn’t stop your glare from being more effective than his. Batglare™️ be damned you were still his mother.

“Jason, Bruce has surprised me a lot today, but I’m not gonna take that out on you cause I know better. What I am gonna ask is that you not take that tone with me; if you do it again I’m walking out this room and we can try this another day.” You huff and relax back into the neutral position you were sporting before. “I understand you’re angry and- and I honestly don’t know why you aren’t more mad at me, but if this anger is not for me don’t take it out on me. Have I made myself clear?”

He doesn’t let his head duck like he might’ve years before. No, this time he stubbornly keeps eye contact but he can’t stop how a flush climbs all the way to the tips of his ears. He sighs, shoulders dropping.

“You’re right. I’m sorry Ma.” You inexplicably soften at his words and move to grab his hand, squeezing it and using your hold to pull him back in. He squeezes back the tiniest bit and you give him a closed mouthed smile. “You're being leagues more understanding than he was.”

“Well you are killing people Jay.”

“No. No, I’ve seen him treat Dent with more compassion and he kills. He murders. I watched him pick Joker over me. How am I less deserving than that monster? That doesn’t feel like absolutes or objectivity or whatever to me.”

Even in his quietness his voice crackles along the edges. You bite the inside of your lip. That was a good question. How did Bruce make that decision? Your brows move together. Your ex, even at his most logic driven, wouldn’t let that happen. Maybe with the Joker. He’d already tried the whole ‘I won’t kill you but I won’t save you either,” thing with the villain but this? Jason was nowhere close to Joker levels of bad. You can’t-

Looking at Jason now - Jason who’s genuinely letting you process what he just dropped on you - you cannot fantom what would possess Bruce to leave Jason to be overshadowed by death again. His son. Your fucking son. You sneer, teeth grinding together.

“I want to know what happened.”

Now is when Jason chooses to come back down. His anger going once more to the foreground in the face of your own rising temper.

“Ma…you don’t-”

“I do,” you stand up straighter. Jason’s schools his expression fast, but for a split second he was giving off the distinct impression of a teenager who just got caught in a lie and can’t figure out what gave them away. So where’s the lie? “Tell me.”

Jason blows air out of his nose and cuts you a slightly exasperated glare but he does start speaking.

“I- we fought. It wasn't exactly cute, we were both going hard, but the goal was leading him to where I had the Clown strung up, so I let him get more hits in than I probably should’ve.”

Jason pauses, looking over at you. You only nod, allowing him to move at his own pace. Jason’s only slightly expanding upon information you and everybody else privy to Gotham news already knows, but you doubt over the last couple years he suddenly turned pathological. Jason only ever lied out of omission when you lived in the manor so him keeping the fine details of what went down from you now didn’t ping nicely in the back of your mind.

“I begged him to let me kill Joker - for everyone’s sake,” he admits. Voice gaining levity as if he’s telling a particularly far-fetched joke before dropping back down. “I guess I should’ve known better, but I couldn’t believe it. That he’d just let Joker roam free after what he did to me - did to the hundreds of innocent lives he’s wiped off this planet. How could Batman let that go unpunished, you know? But I figured maybe he’d been holding out cause a what pixie boots me woulda done: saved the bastard despite everything for the sake of second chances.”

Another glance to you, but you don’t stop him so Jason keeps going. Voice quiet and more present yet no less intense.

“But he’s had enough second chances. We should’ve stopped giving them out to that sack of shit years ago but we didn’t, and that’s on us, but I was giving him a chance to rectify that and let me do it for everybody. To send him off to hell right where he belongs, and you know what he did instead?”

You hold his gaze even though it hurts seeing all that anger. All that betrayal.

“He chose Joker,” you say faintly.

“Yeah,” Jason nods. The smile he gives you is acidic. “He chose Joker. And I set him up for it, but only because B wouldn’t just get it over with. He just kept giving me every excuse in the book, cause apparently that was too hard of a decision to make for me. So screw it I made him pick between the two of us. Helped his indecision along. Let me kill Joker myself or kill me to stop me from killing him, since he wanted to save that monster so damn badly.”

“Jay,” you say, deflating.

A sharp shake of his head is all you get by way of acknowledgment for the assisted suicide he nearly instigated.

“Bruce’s solution? Sl-”

Jason stops. This time when he takes you in his eyes are far away, and he refuses to meet your gaze. A few deft beats before his mouth goes slightly agape but nothing comes out.

“Jason…?”

He chuckles, brushing you off. Nothing’s funny though and when he looks back to you there’s something new in his eyes you haven’t seen yet. An expression that distinctly brings you back to a fifteen year old calling to ask if you’d been lying to him too. If you’d known about Sheila Haywood the entire time and said nothing.

“Don’t worry, I’m fine.” He swallows, “It’s just…at the end I got…emotional. Reckless. Turned my gun on him and he threw a batarang into…into the muzzle and it exploded in my hand. Then in the confusion I guess Joker got free and set off the bombs…and you know the rest: I’m so good I cheated death a second time,” he smiles. Something too big and with too many teeth to seem real.

“I don’t know whether I’m happy about that ‘second time’ or not,” you hold out your other hand and when he steps to take hold of it a small grin tugs at your lips. “But that’s only cause I don’t think you know either.”

You also don’t feel like he’s telling you everything, but for now this was a battle you were willing to rage another day. As long as he was safe it could wait.

Jason’s own smile shrinks to something more genuine.

“Maybe not today, Ma.”

“Yeah, I got you,” you say. “I’m tired of crying anyway.”

There is - after all - still a draft hitting your eyes that you are hopelessly ignoring the feel of. Jason grins.

“Well I’m starting to get a little faint myself so maybe you’re onto something, Old Lady.”

For a second you stop smiling, shooting him a cross look and sucking your teeth. He backs away from you to scoop up his helmet with a lighter, more real chuckle.

“Oh am I, smartass?” You turn around and knock him on the shoulder, urging him out the door while he gives an exaggerated ‘ouch!’. “See, I’ll show you old since you think you big and bad now that you can reach the top shelf.”

Despite the lighter air you’ve managed Jason only keeps laughing for as long as it takes him to reach the door. Once he opens it he freezes before he walks all the way through and turns back to you.

“I’m sorry about…everything. By the way.” Standing on the threshold with the smallest little frown on his face, he looks like a boy again and you smile at that warry frown.

Shrugging in between rows of grappling guns and prototype pellets you shake your head, rolling the stiffness from your shoulders and letting the twinge from the wound in your arm ground you.

“Don’t worry about me, I get it. If one confrontation went to absolute shit why wouldn’t the other? Trust though, with the situation at hand Bruce is my problem not you.” You point at him. “But you better call me after this.”

Jason stays looking at you silently then gives you one nod and slips that helmet right back on. Inwardly you protest the action but outwardly you content yourself with nodding back.

When he turns away and you can’t see anything but reinforced tact gear and shiny red you find your mouth opening again.

“Love you,” you call out. Just so he knows you never stopped.

His voice is soft over the modulation of the helmet when he responds with a: “Thanks Ma,” then you can’t see him anymore.

…TBC

NOTES: Hope you enjoyed!!

Also, I’m thinking about going on hiatus after finishing Long Overdue to give myself a break and shit, so yeah. I’ll (probably) come back on some unspecified date in July though so it’s not like I’ll even be gone for that long. Or like most people give a shit, but whatever.

Also also, I don’t know if I hit the mark and if the feelings were feeling, you know? But I made an attempt, I think that’s commendable.

btw: if you’d like to leave a comment I’d very much appreciate it. this is a sideblog tho so I won’t respond.

Tagged: @aarinisreading, @niphredil-14, @mxtokko, @calsjack, @brunnetteiwik

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hai7ani · 8 months

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CHERRY BLOSSOMS haitani rindou

sfw, nothing happens

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part ii / i just want you to take me where your heart is.

Rindou is having trouble falling asleep.

He's got a 10 o'clock with the higher ups first thing in the morning. Rindou vividly remembers asking his direct supervisor, Kimura-san on what the meeting is about as soon as he was notified about it.

He’s thought it through -- there is no reason for them to want to see him personally (he’s sure he’s never given them one), nor does he remember doing anything that might have seem out of line, or perhaps appeared a little too out of place in the company. A meeting of only him with the higher ups? It's scary even for someone like Haitani Rindou to face.

"That's exactly it, Haitani. You've been a bit too out of place lately."

Fuck-

"And by that, I mean, you've been showing off brilliant work."

" . . . Excuse me?"

Kimura-san chuckles and brings a wrinkled hand up to pat his junior's back as they walk side by side together through the long corridor that leads to the break room. Rindou fixes his tie out of habit and holds a sealed envelope tight in his hand -- the paper almost crumpled -- as he brings himself together to listen to his senior's words.

"You've been doing great, Haitani. Awesome performance, extremely satisfying work and you're very punctual. Believe me, I'm glad I chose the right person to nominate for this promotion. I've been watching you ever since you started working here as a clerk, and I have to say, I'm proud of you, boy. You've been working hard every day for . . . How long has it been? Five months? Your dedication is worth congratulating. Keep it up, young man. And don't worry about the meeting, it's all part of the promotion process. You'll be fine."

Though Kimura-san's attempt at comforting him worked that day, it certainly failed miserably today. It's less than 7 hours to when he'll soon be standing in front of a conference room facing the Chief Executive and his subordinates, and he doesn’t know why.

What if it goes bad and it's not the kind of meeting that Kimura-san said it would be? What if they're there to tell me I'm rejected for the promotion? Or even worse, fired and-

Rindou suddenly hears a certain conversation of Ran and himself echoing in his head. The loud yet timid 16 year old Rindou and the childish and arrogant 17 year old Ran, that is.

"Keep up that long face and I'll smack you right square, bro. I've taught you better than this. Stop doubting everything and believe it'll go well instead. Determination pays off, you know."

"Idiot. You think everyone in the world is capable of chasing a girl their first time? Especially someone like me?"

"Why wouldn't they? Why wouldn’t you? Look, I've made sure that she likes you back. Shion even told her about how you'd waited 2 hours for her to get off work jus’ to walk her home the other day. Trust me, shitty brother, she's definitely into you too."

"Shion did what?" "You heard me."

"And about that, of course everyone is capable, because I did it." Ran proudly flashes a hardcopy of him and a girl hugging with a cheeky grin. The older boy never misses a chance at showing off, especially to his younger brother who is absolutely sick of him. Rindou moves closer to get a proper look and immediately recognises her as the girl in Ran’s class he’s been courting for months. They’re high school sweethearts now? Unbelievable.

He scoffs at the older boy, "you really did it, huh?"

There’s a certain warm and proud feeling swarming in Rindou’s chest as he gapes at the lovesick grin stuck on Ran’s stupid face. It’s what he deserves, Rindou thought. Ran’s been through hell and back trying to court this girl.

Neither young Ran nor young Rindou knows that in 15 years time, Rindou would be calling Ran's high school sweetheart his sister-in-law and stealing recipes and life hacks from.

"Fuck yeah, dude. So like I said, just do it now or you'll miss your chance and regret it for-fuckin'-ever. Also, just for your information, 'cause I'm Haitani Ran and I'm also your big bro and feel the extreme need to tell you," Ran nods his head to the direction behind Rindou. "There's a guy hitting up your missus at the counter."

Rindou has never snapped his head back so fast.

He sees a man who's about a year or two older than him holding a piece of paper and pen to you by the counter, his mouth moving a lot and you’re listening intently.

Rindou immediately regrets not learning how to lip read.

Though he is certain the man must have said something out of line because he sees you adjusting the collar of your uniform and you’re biting your lip nervously. He knows you by your habits and by looking at that, he's sure you’re feeling uncomfortable by the man’s presence. Rindou wants nothing more than to smack the sly smirk off the man’s face right away, so he stands up.

He'll win this fight.

The loud creak of the wooden chair sliding against the marble floor catches your attention and you shake your head at him with a frown.

I’m fine.

Rindou understands that much from your eyes and sits back down again, with Ran who has an arm hooked behind the chair observing he situation with an amused smirk.

The idiot lives for chaos. "Maybe this'll teach him a lesson." Ran murmurs beneath his breath as he observes how Rindou's leg is bouncing anxiously against the marble beneath his shoe, watching you and the man like a hawk.

You have a soft smile plastered on your lips as you bow at him politely, rejecting his advances.

"I'm sorry, sir . . .

But I already have someone."

Lovestruck Rindou witnesses your pretty little face look away from the man to him. You with the pretty glint in your eyes, staring deep into his surprised purple ones and him who is now a blushing mess as he fakes a cough and push his round metal glasses higher onto his nose. You see his reaction and it almost makes you giggle but you remain collected as you try to get the man in front of you to leave the store, telling him you're not interested and you have to get back to work.

And it's when he finally does, all beat and ruined, when Rindou's legs moves over to the counter -- to you -- almost automatically. He stands in front of you and suddenly it’s blank in his mind. His mouth is ajar as he tries to remember what he's came here to say.

(Rindou to this day still argues and swears it was your overwhelming presence and especially your pretty smile that's made him forget his words while he fiddled with the hem of his black turtleneck like a damn loser.)

Come up with something, you idiot. Quick.

"Rindou-kun?" Oh, good fucking gracious. That voice. The sweet voice that will be the absolute end of him.

He musters up everything in him to speak.

" . . . D'ya wanna go out with me? For lunch tomorrow. I’ll pick you up and we’ll go together. Anywhere you want . . . As boyfriend and girlfriend, that is."

You're silent for a minute, and Rindou feels his heart race. It’s hot and humid all of a sudden and he feels like digging a hole and jumping right into it and he doesn't dare look at you and he’s afraid of what's to come. But you call for him again.

"Rindou-kun, please look at me."

The boy wipes his sweaty palms on the dark denim of his Levi’s 501 and chews on his lip. He's so nervous he's certain his mother would be making fun of him when she finds out. Unlike his brother, he’s never been good with girls and has never gone to this extent at courting one. Hell, he’s not even sure if he’s been this nervous before. He’s done loads of illegal things, almost landed his ass in juvie multiple times, fought countless of gangs (both big and small), and none of them could compare to what you’re making him feel right now.

You've got a very, very wide smile ready for him when he finally looks up.

“Ask me again, Rindou."

Get yourself together, prick. Be fair to her.

“Do you wanna be my girlfriend?”

"Okay."

Rindou thought he’d ascended into heaven.

Today, the same young boy who is now 31 in age and an expecting father, grins at the memory. He's glad he took Ran's advice the other day. As stupid as his older brother can be sometimes, Rindou cannot deny that Ran is always helpful when he needs to be. Always there for him. Otherwise, he wouldn't be having your worn out figure sleeping beside him in your shared bed, the beautiful band on your ring finger shining brightly at him as the moonlight shines in through the curtains he’s forgotten to shut before bed.

He stares at you as you sleep peacefully; the steady rise and fall of your chest indicating that you're feeling comfortable again. It's been difficult for you to fall asleep these days, the kicking getting harder and more frequent.

"She's so impatient to come out." You pout sleepily at the father of your child as you place a hand on your bump and rubbing slow circles, trying to get her to calm down in your belly. "Just another month left, my baby."

He eyes your stomach and leans down to press a soft kiss to the skin, suddenly feeling a kick to his lips and he airily chuckles. It’s almost like the baby in your stomach recognises him . . .

Her father.

"Don't kick your mom so much, girl. Be nice to her." Rindou tells his kid in his heart.

Another kick.

Brat.

You start stirring in your sleep. Shit. You're waking up after finally falling asleep and it's all because of the father and daughter that's ganging up on you. Talking together behind your back. Destroying your sleep.

Absolutely foul.

There's a frown on your face as you move around beneath the blanket, trying to get comfortable again when your husband runs his calloused thumb over the crease between your eyebrows, gently coaxing you back to dreamland.

It's then Rindou hears it another time.

"Stop doubting everything and believe it'll go well instead. Determination pays off, you know."

He reminds himself to give Ran a call when he wakes up.

Rindou has survived the 10 o'clock. It is now 12pm in the afternoon and he's standing in the middle of a fairly new and empty office room with a woman in her early fifties who he recognises as the Operations Manager, Hasegawa Keiko. Everyone calls her Hasegawa-san despite her constant reassurance that simply calling her Keiko is fine.

Rindou directly reports to her now instead of old Kimura. Although being congratulated and trusted deeply by the company, he still feels a bit strange, standing in an office room two floors above his previous one that now has a floor to ceiling view of Tokyo city. He's also been introduced to many new faces that he'll be working with from now on. No more shitty Ito flirting with Ishikawa-san in public and harassing him on going out for drinks or the really irritating habit of the woman clacking her nails on the desk opposite of him, but he supposes he'll adapt sooner or later. He will; Ran told him that he'll be just fine earlier on the phone. He believes in his brother (and you) more than anyone in the world.

"This will be your new office from now on. Feel free to take some time and explore around, make yourself feel comfortable with the environment and so on. And as always, you can ask me if you're unsure about anything. I'll be in my office most of the time down the hall if you have any further questions." The corners of Hasegawa-san's eyes crinkles and Rindou instantly feels more at ease at her warm welcoming. She reminds him a bit of his late mother.

"I'll leave you to it now. Looking forward to working with you, Haitani-san." And with that, she shuts the door behind her, leaving him alone inside.

The silence is overwhelming.

Rindou immediately fishes out his phone in the pocket, dials in the familiar digits he's long memorised and presses the gadget to his ear.

You pick up after the third ring.

"Baby? How'd it go? Are you okay?" He smiles giddily as he pictures the worried expression on your face and you’re probably sitting on the couch watching TV.

(Everything he’d pictured is exactly what you’re doing, by the way. You've also just finished two bowls of plain white rice fresh from the pot without yourself knowing due to how anxious you felt on behalf of him.)

Your husband simply brushes you off. "Whatcha doin'? Are you eating?”

"Answer my question, Haitani!" He laughs at your tone, "take a guess, babe."

"Well, I’on fuckin' know! That's why I'm asking you.”

He thinks of how to put his words into a statement without sounding too overly happy.

"I've got it, you know.”

You have big, red question marks hanging on top of your head as you wait for him to continue on the other line.

"The promotion . . . I've got it."

Rindou spends his lunch break on the terrace talking to you on the phone. He’s eating the bento you prepared this morning before he left for work. "Finish it, 'kay? The broccoli is expensive." You nagged, knowing how much he despises the said vegetable, but it's included in the new diet he's been keen on trying so he's fine with it. He has you to keep him on track, after all.

He picks up the miserable vegetable with his chopsticks and pushes it into his mouth. Jesus- He closes his eyes as he forces it down the throat.

"Fuck, this is so painful." He coughs when he finally swallows it. You hum from the other line, "what is?"

"The broccoli. Fuckin' hell."

"Sucks to be you. Broccoli's so delicious I don't understand why anyone even hates it. You're weird. Rin."

"Says the person who doesn't eat egg whites."

"Egg whites' got no taste. It should be inedible. It's disgusting."

"And I'm the weird one."

Rindou's been so immersed in talking to you that he doesn't hear the door to the terrace opening and closing. He thought it was just him there, considering everyone else has already went out for lunch and some still remained in their respective offices finishing up paperwork.

He doesn't hear the click of a lighter and cigarette paper burning behind him as he continues to bicker with you on the speaker about why egg whites are delicious and broccolis are not.

"Anyway, I've had 'nuff. I'll be confiscating your watch-Gilmore Girls-with-me rights tonight if you don't finish your broccoli. Your daughter agrees wit' me."

"You know damn well I never miss an episode.”

"Sure, we'll see. I've got clothes to fold now, mostly yours. Bye, weirdo."

"Have I told'cha how noisy you are, mama?" He complains and you laugh and hang up after Rindou reminding you for the third time to take your daily vitamins and wear your grippy socks. That's when the eavesdropper decides to make their presence known.

Rindou nearly chokes on his food when he hears a deep voice speaking behind him. "Your wife?"

He turns around with a mouthful of rice as he takes in the situation. Oh, it's him.

The man who he recognises as Sakoda-san is sitting on a chair with his hands tucked into his pockets, a burning cigarette hanging from his lips.

The same guy who frequents a whorehouse all the way in Kabukichō. Yeah, that one. The one who keeps a polaroid of his children in his wallet on the bedside table while he fucks other women in their rooms, telling them he loves them when he doesn't even mean it.

Saying things for the sake of saying it; Rindou doesn't like that.

He decides to keep his distance as he swiftly finishes the food in his mouth. Of course, he didn't forget his manners.

"Yeah, my wife."

Sakoda-san observes Rindou from the corner of his eyes. How the young man is feeding himself spoon after spoon of the bento, especially the broccoli while he scrolls through his phone, catching up on the latest news and watching random videos that appear on his feed.

"How far along is she?"

Rindou doesn't feel like replying. He's always been a private man who keeps matters to himself, but he thinks it's not fair to the baby in your stomach, his daughter, who he feels her existence should be made known. She's not a secret and shouldn't be kept as one.

"Roughly 8 months. She's due in September."

"A girl?" "Yeah." "What's her name?" "Sakiya." "Sakiya for cherry blossom?" "Yeah." "Your wife picked it?" "We picked it."

Okay, he decides this is as far as he'll go. He starts clipping on the lid of the bento and wiping his mouth with a napkin, ready to leave the terrace (of course he doesn't make it obvious) but Sakoda-san speaks again.

"That's nice. I have a girl too. She's 11 this year. And also a boy who's turning 6." Rindou simply nods and wraps up the bento in the fancy cloth you bought at a bazaar in Harajuku. "Would you like to see a photo of them?"

He stops moving. Rindou thinks of all the options, and the one he feels like picking the most is saying no and leaving.

But he shouldn't be cruel. As much as the man he's talking to is a bad person, a bad father, a bad husband, the children have done nothing wrong. He shouldn't be cruel. It's just an innocent picture of two young children.

"Sure." He agrees out of courtesy and Sakoda-san instantly slips out the polaroid from his wallet and hands it to him. Rindou takes and looks at it carefully. They don't look too happy in it.

"I always keep this with me. Gives me a little push in life, you know?"

A little push? To do all those things to his family?

Rindou is instantly reminded of the many ultrasounds of his daughter attached on the fridge with cute bunny magnets that he glances at every day when grabbing milk from the fridge before leaving for work. He figures that a little push in life contains different meanings to both him and Sakoda-san. It makes him feel sick to the core.

"Nice photo." He hands it back to the man after he finishes looking and stands. Rindou grabs the bento by the handle and is ready to leave, when Sakoda-san stops him once again.

"How good of a drinker are you?"

"I don't drink." Liar. He was fucking Haitani Rindou of Roppongi, for fuck's sake.

"Smoke?"

"I quit."

"Why?"

"Wife's pregnant."

The older man laughs at his blunt responses.

"Your life must be pretty boring, huh?"

Rindou doesn't look back at him when he mutters these words.

"At least I am not you."

It is now past lunch break and back to working hours that Rindou finds himself standing outside of Hasegawa-san's office. He has been for the past few minutes now, actually. Thinking about what to say and what to do; if she’ll approve of him or get pissed off.

He doesn't have the courage to go in.

Rindou had contemplated on keeping the topic away from his boss for now and simply bring it up another time, but he knows that it's not possible; it's only a short time away to when you're due and it’s also not fair to you either.

Finally, after making up his mind, he musters up all the courage in him to knock on the door. He waits for the faint come in and twists the knob.

"I was wondering when you'd come in."

Shit, it was that obvious?

Hasegawa-san closes the file she was working on and leans back in her chair while gesturing to the one in front of her desk. "Have a seat, Haitani-san." He immediately follows with a creak echoing in the room, not wanting to waste more time than he already has.

"You're nervous." It's not a question, it's a statement. And Rindou knows it as he feels himself growing hot and he coughs and sits up straight. "Sorry."

"What is it you're here for?" Hasegawa-san breaks the silence first. Rindou looks down at the half crumpled envelope in his hand, thinking a little before laying it flat on her table and pushing it forward with the letters on it facing her.

She stares at the envelope before swiftly opening it up to read. Rindou watches intently as her eyes go over the letter word by word, before finally folding the paper back to it's original form and laying it down on her desk.

You don't know about this, Rindou reminds himself as he waits patiently for Hasegawa-san to process his letter. You don't know about this, so he has to be serious. He has to be straightforward and sure. He can't be leaving you alone at this time because he doesn't have the balls to request for something that will mean the world to you.

The woman leans on her elbows and looks at him with an unreadable expression. He can't tell what’s going through her mind right now. Is it good or bad? Oh, she's squinting her eyes now. Do I need to say something? Fuck, this is so confusing.

"So, according to your letter, you will be away for . . . 2 months? That's a pretty long time. And it's your first day in this department."

The atmosphere is intense.

Thinking that he needs to speak up, Rindou pulls himself together and starts explaining to his boss.

"I know it may seem unacceptable, considering that I am just only in charge of this position. I am also aware that there will be no one to take over my duties when I'm away due to a short of hands, but my family is important and-"

"-tell me, Rindou." She cuts him off with a stern look. "How much does your wife matter to you?"

He doesn't hesitate in answering. It's immediate. Quick. Determined. Sure.

"Everything."

The tension in Hasegawa-san’s face loosens and she smiles. "Then there's no reason to further explain yourself. It’s all written clearly in your letter and letting you go to be with her is what a decent human being should do.” She pauses, “I wish my husband did that for me as well. I'm a woman too, so I know how it must feel to want her husband with her at this period of time.”

To say Rindou is shocked is an understatement. A higher up that doesn't ask questions? Doesn't make you wonder if your decision was right or wrong? Doesn't shame you for having different priorities?

No. It's not because she's being soft. It’s not because she’s biased. It's not because she doesn't care.

It's because she understands.

"I wish for her a safe delivery. Is it a boy or a girl?"

"A girl."

"How nice. I have three sons myself, I wish I had a girl too, to accompany me and so on. Boys grow up a lot faster than girls do." She laughs.

Rindou places both his hands on his knees as he lets out a breath of relief. Other than the meeting earlier today, letting his boss know that he will need to take some time off is also what's been clouding his mind for the entire week.

Your due date has clashed with the moment his work became much more serious and now he has to pick between the two: to stay with work and continue to fulfil his new duties and responsibilities while pouring his heart and soul into his shitty company or to stay at home and take care of you when everyone else is busy taking care of the baby.

And the answer is clear, actually. He'll never let anything, especially work, get between him and his family, and he's never let himself be placed in a position where he feels obliged to choose between the two. If he is, then you and the baby will always come first, no matter what, and he'll quit his job if he has to.

Letting Hasegawa-san know about this is just for him to find out if he has to quit his job to stay with you or not.

And luckily, he doesn't have to. Because Hasegawa-san is an angel in disguise and he feels so terribly relieved. God, he misses you so much. He really wants to go home and kiss you right now.

"You can go now. I'll sort things out with HR. You should take the rest of the day off, too. Go celebrate with your wife and spend some time with her. And please don't worry about work, I'll have a substitute soon for your position."

"Thank you, Hasegawa-san."

"You're welcome, and Keiko is fine. You remind me a lot of my second boy, by the way."

And you remind me of my mother.

"I'll see you soon, son. Take good care of your wife, yeah?"

"I will, Keiko-san."

You are in the midst of hanging up his clothes in the closet when Rindou arrives home.

"ただいま."

"Huh? Why are you home at this hour?"

He kisses your forehead and takes the hanger from your hand. He tells you to sit down and you listen and . . . Great. He's taken charge of hanging his own clothes now.

Rindou is always doing the chores whenever he can now that you're too pregnant to move around even when you insist to him that you can do it. "I like to move around, Rin. 'Don't like to sit around 'n daydream all day, it's boring."

"Boss' let me off early." He states nonchalantly and you raise a brow. You see your husband organising his clothes by colour and you suddenly feel some kind of warmth blossoming in your chest. Much to you and his brother's demise, Rindou used to be the kind of person who doesn't hang his clothes and just throws it in his closet when he's done with the laundry but that changed drastically when he met you. You always nagged at him to hang them up and sort it out by colour, by shirt category, so it'll look more organised and neat when he opens the closet.

"Why?" "I'll tell you later." "Why can't you tell me now?" "It's a surprise." "Huh?"

You're so confused.

Rindou is facing you now. "Have you showered?" You shake your head and remove the claw clip from your hair, scratching at your scalp. "Not yet. I needa' wash my hair, though. It's kinda itchy."

"I'll wash for you." He leads you to the bathroom slowly and helps you into the shower when you both are stripped off your clothes.

You're standing on the non-slip mat and adjusting the water temperature when Rindou joins you in the shower. "I'll take you out tonight. What'chu feel like eating?" He rinses through your body and you hum softly as he starts lathering shampoo on your hair. "Dunno, but I don't feel like eating something spicy, though."

"You want western?" You let out a sigh when he scratches at the itchy spot just above your ear, "sure."

The both of you don't speak after that, choosing to relish in the comfort of the warm water running down your bodies but you're suddenly reminded of it. Cheers to him for managing to butter you up successfully.

"Are you gonna tell me why you're home early?"

"'Told'cha, boss' let me off early." "Yeah, but why?" "I'll tell you over dinner." "You're pissing me off, Rin. Tell me now."

Okay, you're getting mad.

He's grown used to your mood swings over the course of this pregnancy and after so long, he's figured that the best way to deal with it is just by simply accepting it. It'll go away eventually and he should be patient with you and your emotions. After all, it's harder on you.

But he can't deny that it's a bit funny, though. You're getting mad at him because he won't tell you the actual reason he's home early while he's busy washing your hair yet you're purring whenever he scratches at a certain spot on your scalp.

"I got some time off. You know, when you give birth then I'll get to be home 'n take care of you 'n 'Kiya."

"Oh, so you're a romantic."

"Of course."

You feel so happy after listening to him that you turn around (slowly) and pull him down for a quick smooch. "Here's one from 'Kiya." And you kiss him harder this time, "'n one from me."

Rindou is dumbfounded when he looks at you who has literal hearts in your eyes as you hold his face in your hands like he's fragile porcelain, like he's some fine china. You run your thumbs over his cheekbones and pinch his cheeks.

(Doing that made you remember the times you liked to pinch his chubbier ones when you were still teenagers.)

"'Love you."

You with soapsuds in your hair proclaiming your love to your husband for the nth time over the course of 15 years (before and after marriage) and him with his fingers tangled in your hair as he continues scrubbing.

He smirks handsomely, "you tryna skimp out on the kisses, mama? I know my daughter ain't so stingy with 'em," he removes his hands to touch on your bump, "gimme one more, baby."

A kick.

"She jus' said no."

"She said yes, you brat."

You hold him by the neck and softly inhale the scent of his musky body wash that you've grown to find comfort in. He's so endearing that you don't want to let go.

You never want to let go of him.

Rindou lands two strong and assuring hands on your waist and keeps you close to his body.

"Quit sniffin' me, I still need to wash your hair."

You suck on his neck and he squeezes your ass in return. It's nothing sexual or anything, you just like sucking on his neck randomly and Rindou never passes up the chance to grip on your fat.

Some of the foam from your hair has gotten to his face and he simply washes it off with water, though you still don't let go of him.

"Never change your body wash, babe."

"I know . . . You tell me that every day."

Rindou is helping you pick out your outfit as you sit by the dresser doing your makeup. He's holding two dresses in his hands,

"Do you wanna wear this?”

Option A: a long red floral one that he bought for you while away at a business trip in Kyoto. He saw it while passing by and immediately stopped the car to cop it from the old lady. It wasn't for a special occasion or anything, he'd just seen it and felt like buying it for you and you haven’t got the chance to wear it until today.

"Or this?"

Option B: a shorter navy blue sundress that is obviously a little too tight and small for you right now.

“Baby, please. You know I can’t fit in that.” “I know. ‘Was just foolin’ wit’ ya.” “I’ll bite you.” “Go 'head.”

He lays the red dress down flat on your bed and plops down beside it, waiting for you to get ready. “I’m still halfway done wit’ the nursery. I’ll have more time to work on it now that I’m home.” Rindou says and you finish clipping on your right earring. “It’s just the crib and rocking chair left now, right?” You’re referring to the unfinished pieces of furniture that’s sitting in the nursery room next door and he hums as a response.

"Are we finished buying Sakiya's stuff? We can get the remaining later when we’re out. Settle it sooner, you know?"

“No, we’re finished. Ran ‘n Miwa have already bought tons for us.” You think of your sister-in-law who seems more excited for Sakiya's arrival than you, constantly buying you gifts like clothes and toys for the baby whenever she and Ran comes over for dinner together. “Auntie Miwa and Uncle Ran are so excited to see you, girl.” Miwa squeals as she touches your baby bump, feeling a soft kick to her palm.

“Ran is helping us save money now?” You laugh at his joke, “he seems enthusiastic to do so.”

In another city all the way in Ikebukuro is Ran in his home office sneezing with Miwa standing behind him massaging his back. “You’ve got a cold too? Everyone around me is getting a cold and it isn’t even flu season. I’ll have to stay away from you now, Ran. I don’t like getting sick.” She blabbers along and Ran simply hushes her down with a hand to her mouth. Miwa licks it and he retracts his hand away with a scowl, “you’re nasty, love. And you talk too much.” Miwa places a hand on her hip as she looks down at her husband like a mother scolding her son, “I’m not the one sneezing and at a risk of falling sick.” “It’s just Rindou talkin’ ‘bout me, wifey. I know it, I can feel it.”

Back home in Ueno is Rindou sneezing again. “Stupid Ran, he talkin’ ‘bout me too? Asshole.” “Huh?”

Neither Ran nor Rindou stops sneezing for the next five minutes and you and Miwa are left confused, wondering about just how strong these two brothers’ telepathy senses are.

You are actively ignoring your husband’s mumbling and cursing about stupid Ran this, stupid Ran that while combing your hair and Miwa isn’t even in the room with Ran anymore.

“Stop sneezing, Rin.” “Then tell Ran to stop talkin’ ‘bout me.” “Shaddap, you’re just makin’ things up.” “‘M not.”

While blowing his nose on a tissue you handed him, Rindou hears you humming along to a song playing on the radio and he instantly feels at peace.

He's home, you're sitting pretty on the stool, you'll be enjoying Western food together at a fancy restaurant downtown later tonight, and Sakiya will be here anytime soon.

Everything is calm and fine,

and Rindou thinks he will never be giving up this serenity for the world. He'll burn it up if he has to; if it guarantees his family forever peace and happiness.

There can only be his family.

His love. His heart.

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ending is a bit rushed cus idk anymore he's successfully rotted my brain and i have fallen onto my knees for this man

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blue-jisungs · 1 year

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the cat guy from 143

au. non!idol lino, neighbour-strangers to ???

a/n. i love my cats. i love cats in general. cats.

not proof-read!! bc i am lazy!!

when minho was coming back from his trip to the convenience store he did not expect rain. it was sunny before he left. and certainly he did not expect, on a tuesday morning, to see someone squatting in the middle of the sidewalk. crying.

as he gets closer, he’s thinking what to do. he could just walk by. but he feels bad, he can’t do that.

so he stops in front of this person, gulping.

“excuse me?”

this certain someone happens to seem familiar… his brows furrow.

“sorry” you sniff, unable to control how your body shakes.

“are you okay?” minho asks, trying to recall where he has seen your face. speaking of which; it scrunches in sadness, tears forming at your waterline. he barely sees them due to the rain. you shake your head as a no, body shaking again. he’s starting to think it’s not only because of your crying but also because of the fact that you’re in a t-shirt and you’re soaking wet.

minho crouches and curses mentally that he didn’t bring an umbrella with him.

“what happened?” he asks softly and immediately regrets it when you start crying even more, harsh sobs escaping your lips “hey…”

“my cat has gone missing” you sniff and his heart clenches with pain. as a father of three he’s afraid to even think about something like that happening “he’s an asshole sometimes but he never ran away…”

“i’m sorry, i truly am. i can help you look for him, okay? but let’s get somewhere where it isn’t raining, hm?” minho coos and you look at him, pout on your lips.

“you will?” you ask, hope sparkling in your eyes. he nods, soft smile on his lips.

“i will. should we go to your place? you know, your neighbourhood should be the first place to look around” minho says and stands up, helping you as well. and then a lightbulb lights up in his head. you’re his neighbour.

“mhm. that’s smart. i live just around the corner” you nod and he a warm smile ghosts on his lips. he silently followed you to your place.

and his assumptions were proved correct when you opened the door that were… literally on the other side of his place. but he didn’t say anything.

“do you want something warm to drink? you must be freezing” you sighed softly, feeling the soreness from crouching for so long. minho scoffed.

“me? freezing? i’d worry about yourself. you were shivering all the way here” he shook his head, putting his groceries bag on a floor “let me do it for you. i assume we have a similar layout of apartment–”

“what?” you breath out, the situation you were in suddenly hitting you like a train. you let a - strangely familiar looking - stranger into your house and now he’s telling you that–

“i live across the hall” he smiled softly and you let out a gasp

“you’re the cute guy from 143–?” your eyes widened when you let too much slip and quickly corrected yourself “i mean cat guy?!”

“indeed. a father of 3” your neighbour nodded proudly. so hopefully he didn’t notice, to your luck “and i’m minho, by the way. i don’t think i introduced myself”

“oh, right! y/n” you grinned and minho was relieved to noticed that you calmed down a little.

“i’ll make you some tea and we can go look for your cat” minho said and suddenly you heard a loud meow. you two looked at each other in surprise, blinking slowly “do you leave your windows open?”

“no…” you frowned and stood up, going to your bedroom. but a sudden wave of cold air hit you and you realised that, in fact, your window was opened “oh”

“hm?” minho hummed from kitchen and you let out a gasp.

“i uh…” you swooped the orange cat into your arms and it purred, nuzzling its head against your skin. you stepped back to the kitchen “it’s not my cat”

minho turned his head and dropped a tea spoon he was holding.

“soonie?” he murmured and walked up to you, the cat not really… caring about him.

“oh, this little guy is yours? where’s my cat though…” you sighed, scratching the orange’s cat head

“it’s a girl, actually” minho hummed and suddenly froze “and yours?”

“oh, arnold schwarzenegger is a boy” you grinned and started laughing at his puzzled expression. then he frowned and left your place, leaving the door open. minho opened the door from his place and you followed him.

“one, two, three… four?” he scoffed upon seeing a grey cat on his couch, playing with dori.

soonie purred and escaped your arms, walking up to the two playing cats. dongie watched them suspiciously.

“well, i’m guessing we left our windows open and they became friends! this is so cute” you smiled, crouching down. arnold run up to you, purring happily.

“it is as long as you me cat is castrated” he grunted and you nodded.

“he sure is. sorry buddy” you giggled and patted his head. then you swooped arnold into your arms, looking at minho hesitantl “well, i’ll keep going then… but thank you. i really appreciate it”

minho nodded. just when you were about to leave and close the door, he put his foot between it and the doorframe. you turned around, surprised.

“you know, since they became friends… we can too” he smiled softly, scratching his neck “you’re pretty cute as well”

your eyes widened. oh. so he heard it.

“uhm, yeah! sure!” you snapped back, trying to hold yourself together “i feel like arnold likes being around dori, yeah. we can definitely hang out. you know, so they… can too…”

minho scoffed at your awkwardness.

“well, you know the address already” and with a wink, he closed the door, leaving you speechless in the middle of the hall.

“meow!!” arnold nudged your arm.

“shut up” you rolled your eyes and came back into your apartment, a wide grin on your face.

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fushigur0slut4 · 1 year

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Tales of the heart♡

A/n: I'll try not to mention the readers appearance :). while writing this I kept on thinking of riftan so instead of writing toji I almost wrote riftan😭 part 2 coming not so soon.

Toji is 29 reader is 24! Smut!Friends!to!lovers!slight!Angst!Hard!sex!Sub!reader!dom!Toji!nipple! Play! Minors dni 18+

Everymorning coming to work you would always buy and extra sandwich. Not for you but for the homeless man that kept crossing your mind. You would always go to the park he was at everyday to hand him his sandwich.At this point you guys were considered friends.

Every morning you would come to that bench he was always at and have small talk. Then, make your way to work. This morning when you were buying your usual sandwich the thought of letting him live with you kept on crossing your mind. I mean you had enough space for two, and he really does need a shower.

You reached the park he was always at and the both of you sat on a bench. You gave him his sandwich and just watched him eat it. That's when you realized how pretty he was for a homeless person. You spent a moment staring at him (the scar) and then "what?". " O-Oh uhm y'know, I've really been thinking about it, well uh ", It's just now you were reconsidering it. " well Toji I've been thinking about it for a while. Would you like to live with me...? ",.

The man let out a hyena like laugh. "You're joking right? ",

No I'm not. "Toji I have to go to work now please tell me your decision when I come back",. Toji just nodded with his mouth agape.

.......

After what felt like years for Toji you came back. "Have you decided yet? " It was odd to Toji. Shouldnt he be the one asking to live with you?. But he still said yes.

You brought him to your house it wasn't big but it could fit the both of you. "First do you know how I to work a shower", " hey princess you know I haven't been homeless my whole life" the only word you heard was princess.

You were a bit flustered but still played cool. You showed him the bathroom and then gave him something to eat.

While eating Toji asked a question. "How could you warm up to me so easily. I look like a man in my mid 40s, what if I had bad intentions", you've known toji for about three months and there has never been anything off about him except the scars on his body especially the one on his lip. " well I think I've know you long enough to tell what type of person you are. Toji smirked and leaned closer to you "So then what type of person am I? ", • uh you probably work out a lot and you probably have alot of experience dating• " gee babe how dya know", the name caught you of guard for a second. " excuse me but you literally flirt with every human being you talk to no matter the gender and your built like a gym bro", . Toji laughed out loud.

"Also I meant to ask, sorry if it's personal but how did you end up homeless? ", " smoking and gambling", you weren't really sure what to say, and completely regretted asking the question. Toji interrupted your intrusive thoughts and asked if the Tv worked. The both of you guys watched some Netflix and you went to bed while toji slept on the couch.

After that day he's been living with you as a friend since.

This morning the first thing you did was cough. Then you already knew what it was. "TOJI WHAT'D I TELL YOU ABOUT SMOKING INDOORS!? ", he literally snubbed you. You kept on nagging him until he said " hey princess what happens to 'good morning' hi' hello", you took a deep breath. "Good morning mr.fushiguro now stop smoking or I'll kick you out.

Toji laughed and crushed the cigarette on his shorts. "Sweetheart this is about the 10th time you threatened to kick me out",

"Yeah but what if I mean it one of these days"?.

.....

While Toji was in the shower you kept on thinking about your feelings for him. Everyday you were contemplating when you should confess or maybe you should never . You have been living together for over 2 months it would only be natural if u dated. Right.

Then monents later toji came out of the shower with the towel only covering his lower half. You couldn't help but admire his perfectly built figure. He walked up to you. Toji could tell by the look on your face you were flustered. "So you gonna shower or what? ", you said nothing and speed walked to the bathroom. While speed walking you heard that annoying chuckle of Toji's.

.....

T h e both of you guys were eating lunch ,as per usual toji was on his phone meanwhile you were just focusing on your food. "Hey y/n, apparently theres gonna be snow for the full week",. A dramatic gasp left your mouth and you dropped you spoon. You turned your head to face Toji's and you saw that same bored expression on his face but you didn't care. You put your hands on his shoulders. " We.have.to.go.shopping". Toji frowned at the idea of shopping. <we?> "YES WE WHAT IF I BUY SOMETHING YOU DON'T LIKE",.

Toji just smiled and said ok. Toji realized how much you cared about him and his perspective on things. Toji watched you as you rushed your food just to go winter shopping.

The both of you put on your coats and you had to force a beanie onto Toji's head. While shopping for Christmas stuff you asked toji whether he wanted a real tree or a fake tree. Toji pretend to think about it for a moment. "A fake tree it'll be easier to take home.

It was about 6pm when the both of you guys came home. You took turns showering. When the both of you were done showering you changed into your pj's and toji just wore T-shirt and shorts. "Hey Toji do you wanna bake cookies with me? ", you said striking the most innocent face at him. Toji cringed a bit and said yes.

Everything was going smoothly until the icing part. "Tojiiii your messing up my kitchen and there is literally icing all over your face", Toji grimanced as the icing stuck to the knife. " I told you I'm not professional at this stuff",. You stared at the cookies toji made. "Hey y'know if we were in home economics right now I would give you an E for effort, but speaking honesty they do not look good", Toji laughed a bit.

.....

Before you knew it was the 24th of December. You decided to pull an all nighter and forced Toji to do it with you.

You were almost going crazy waiting to open the gifts he bought you. You calmed down when the feelings you had for him just stabbed you in the heart. You started stressing out on whether or not you should confess now. You were already imagining how intimate your first kiss would be.

His soft lips gliding against yours. His hands roaming your body. You almost drooled at the thought. But all the energy you built up died once you realized how awkward it would get if he rejected you.

All of a sudden the courage built up again. You stood in front of Toji . You had the tightest grip on your clothes as you said "I LOVE YOU TOJI".

(Embrace yourselves I suck at writing smut. 💀)

You were about to cry from embbarassment.When Toji's rough hands grabbed your face he didn't even give you a moment to think before his lips attacked yours. His soft lips moved in sync along yours while his hands roamed your body. The kiss was passionate and intimate. You opened your mouth to let his tounge slip inside. Before you knew it you kissed your way to the bedroom.

While Toji was pecking your lips and sucking on your neck. His hands fondled with your breast. Toji slowly took of your shirt. Even though he hasn't done anything your body felt hot and sweaty. Toji wrapped his mouth around your nipple and sucked on it like a baby. He made sure both of your tits got equal amount of attention so he rolled the nipple on your other boob and sometimes switched.

When Toji got up the big evident tent in his shorts scared you a bit but you tried not to show it. Toji removed his shorts, and just when he was about to take off his boxers you interrupted him.

Toji sighed and lined his face up with your pussy. You were scared because he wasn't doing anything. All of a sudden we blew an icy breath and plunged his fingers in your cunt. You let out a breathy moan. Toji's long and thick fingers stretched your gummy walls so deliciously. Toji ruggedly dived his fingers in and out your pussy.

Your little wimpers and moans turned him on even more. His fingers hit all the right spots which caused your moans to be more high pitched. "Hey, don't clench so tight I won't be able to move"." O-o-ahk". Toji curled his fingers so carefully inside you. You clenched a bit to tight on tojis fingers and the familiar feeling of an Orgasm approached you. "T-toji- ambatakum!"

Toji pulled out and laughed at what you said. "

"Toji what the heck!? ", you whined relaxing yourself a bit. " Listen darling the only place your gonna cum is on my cock",.

Toji placed your head on a pillow and put you in a mating press. Tojis hard on springed out of his boxers. He held your legs and flexed his cock to make it hit your pussy multiple times. Toji rubbed the tip of his cock up and down your shopping cunt. From time to time he pressed his tip between your pussy lips just to see your desperate look.

After what felt like hours of him teasing you toji finally put is cock in you. You bit your lip to hide a moan but a little whine came out. "If it gets to much just say 'apple'.you slightly nodded and Toji started moving.

Despite the fact Toji promised to be gentle his pace was merciless. You bit your lips to try hide your moans but little wimpers came out of your mouth, and toji thought that was the cutest thing ever. Toji loved how submissive you were during sex. "You know you won't be able to hide your moans from me for long", Toji said his pace not faltering. You moaned loudly then tried to cover your face but Toji didn't allow that.

He removed your hands from your face. "Fuck, your clenching so hard around me, y'know I won't last long if you do that". You were deaf ears to what Toji said. Before you knew it you made a mess all over tojis cock. that's when you realised you let your moans go. Toji kept on going till he reached his own high.

"Fuck". When toji realised he was about to cum we did it on your abdomen cuz he wasn't about to take no risks. " so... Does this make us official now? "... I guess so" . Toji got up to clean the cum of your abdomen and the both of you went to sleep together.

Stream rover by kai.

#daddy toji #jjk toji #toji fushiguro #toji stan 4 life #toji x reader #toji x y/n #toji x you #fushiguro toji x reader #toji fluff #toji fushiguro smut #toji smut #toji thirst #toji fic #jjk fluff #jjk smut #jjk fic

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cerealyoam · 2 years

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N-SFW - Trapped in a room with Pantalone

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tags: fingering, gn reader, but reader also has female parts, reader wears a dress, praise, teasing, lots of teasing, kissing, handjob, nsfw content, explicit content, have fun yall

a/n: pantalone has a chokehold on me. did I spend two days doing this? Yeah. Do i regret it? Not at all. May make one for male reader soon amen.

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In the darkness, there is no one else but you—and Pantalone, but he's freakishly quiet anyway, so his presence is close to nothing. With pipes lining the walls, only a small clear patch of it remains. You and Pantalone lean against it, hidden.

Neither of you have heard any noises for the past few minutes. To that, you feel you can put the chase to rest. After all, it's not like you know how you came here, either.

You're in Pantalone's arms, them having wrapped languidly around your body. You're pressed up against him still, realizing that he feels quite warm. Maybe his presence is much better than none at all. You'd rather not go through this on your own, anyway.

At that, you breathe a sigh of relief. Your chest pounds from the minutes ago of being chased. You look up at Pantalone, only to find him staring into you.

He says nothing.

You must have really lucked out on your partnership with him, you think upsettedly. If this were literally any other person, maybe they'd be freaking out like you were, or at the very least talk some sort of nonsense about how none of this shit makes sense... but the Regrator only continues his visual assault.

"Can you not?" You huff. "I know I'm dolled up today, but at least make your weird ogling less obvious."

This is how you get men to fuck off, right? By calling out cooties or something. "You like me, don't you?" and they get flustered and bugger off.

Unlike you, Pantalone's breathing is steady, slow, and near silent. If it weren't for the fact you were in some sort of vacuum space, you'd not be able to hear any of it.

He's always been silent, hasn't he? When you first approached him, he silently looked for your wallet with you. When you first met him again, he silently appeared from behind. You're never able to detect him, no matter the situation.

"You finally noticed?" He hums. There's a wide, satisfied grin on his face.

Excuse me?

You must have said that out loud, because Pantalone only replies in turn. "Mmm, you haven't then. Let me put it in a language you can understand."

You don't even feel his embrace differ until two gloved fingers are under your chin, tipping your jaw upwards.

His eyes trail down, pausing, before slowly looking you up to your eyes again. They're half lidded. He leans in.

You know what's happening, but can't find it in yourself to deny.

He kisses you.

His bottom lip catches on yours, and you move yours in tandem. Pantalone lowers his head further, the kiss slow, languid and sensual.

Your eyes fluttered shut, and his, too. His other arm moves to your torso, gliding up your waist, resting right under your chest. Your hands stay pressed against his chest. His hand on your chin now rests against your cheek, pulling you deeper into the kiss.

When before, there was no sound other than your panting, now you're panting along with the noises of a gentle kiss.

He's so gentle with you. He's not once gripped, tugged or manhandled, only guiding you welcomingly, and you follow his movements. He's so, fucking, gentle.

You gasp as his hand on your torso dips to your ass, playing with the waistband.

"May I?" He whispers.

You flush. Perhaps this really isn't the time. You were both in the middle of escaping a heist for goodness sake!

You could be doing anything more productive by now. Figuring out where you are, why no one's here, how you got here, how to get out...

Though, its been ages since you've gotten a break. This gala was supposed to be a you night, where all the thoughts in your head are filled with good music, alcohol and no Pantalone to fuck your emotions up.

He's even doing it again. Making you feel so, so, confused.

"I believe I asked you a question, darling," the devil himself repeats. His fingers still fiddle with the waistband, slipping in slightly, before slipping out.

That's hot, you think. Like all your thoughts make sense. You want him out of your life for messing it up, but you want him in it to make it better. Better by kissing you like he just did seconds ago, better by giving you all these crawly feelings in your stomach, better by making you forget why you wanted him out of your life in the first place.

"I'm not hearing any approvals..." Pantalone insists. His smile has already faltered into an unreadable frown, but his thumb on your cheek caresses you gently. Slowly, it moves to your lips, as if asking for entrance. "If you don't want to, we can end this right now and pretend this never happened."

Your logic wanted to say no, but your mouth did the work for you. "Yes."

The grin returns to his face. "Good."

His thumb pushes in, and his lips encase yours once more.

The kiss is still gentle, but after a peck, Pantalone's tongue glides against your lips, before locking against your teeth with another peck with it.

Pantalone hums, and the vibration tickles against you.

You almost forget what's happening, until a hand at your waistband dips to the hem of your skirt, lifting up.

You're exposed.

"Adorable panties," he murmurs between kisses. As his tongue dips back into your mouth, his fingers caress your clothed mound.

"I always wondered what was down here," He says, parting only to reattach at your neck, and suck.

His fingers glide and press like the experienced man he is, a single one starting to rub against your nub.

It switches from faint circles, barely pressing down on the spot you so wish, into a hard, slow side-to-side motion.

From one side of your nub to the other, he presses hard and lifts up, drawing a zigzag, all the while moving down your neck to your shoulder.

"Pesky top," he whispers, yet harshly yanking your collar to the side. "Stopping me from reaching what's mine to keep."

You gasp.

His mouth lifts again. "Did you know how you affected me tonight?" He kisses another part of your shoulder. "You're so beautiful I couldn't take my gaze off your back. I wanted to pull you away from your pesky friends and bend you over the bar, take you right then and there in front of everyone."

If you're about to respond, it doesn't matter, because Pantalone tugs at your panties, pulling them down.

On instinct, you follow along, pulling them off, Pantalone snatching them before you can pick them up.

He lifts it to his coat, pocketing it.

You stare at him in awe, at his bold move, but he only smiles.

"You can't—"

"Oh, honey, but I can."

Just as he's lathered enough of your precum, fingers dip into your entrance.

Waisting no time, Pantalone explores.

His fingers move back and forth, taking time to rub on the walls, twisting in a forward scissoring motion, before stopping to thrust in and out slowly.

He must have done this a million times before, what with his old age and neverending experience list. You've never felt this good before, your fingers never doing this much for you before.

Just as you think you're getting used to it, Pantalone switches his strategies and thrusts in all the way to his knuckles, pushing like he's looking for something.

Just as he does so, he whispers into your ears. "Touch yourself.”

You nod, reaching down to rub at your nub, but he swats your hand away. You look up at him confusedly.

"No, no," he tuts. "You should be saying, yes, master."

You breathe in, your thoughts having filled with the thoughts of wanting to cum to think twice. "Yes, master."

At last, he let's go of your hand, you finally able to rub at it.

"Good," he drawls, a sly grin on his face, his hand dipping back into your cunt, him continuing to poke and prod. "Keep moaning for me, just. Like. That."

His fingers are long, so it takes no time before you gasp out as he hits your sweet spot.

You feel him smile against your skin, kissing your ears, nipping on the lobe.

"Ahh, I just love the sounds you make," he whispers, his breath tickling your ears, making you whimper away. "Quiet, loud, even your little pants... send all these lovely signals down here."

His free hand reaches for yours, pulling you to feel his crotch. The size of the bulge makes you shiver.

Pantalone hums, "Take it out."

You tug at his waistband, somehow popping open the button with one hand. You're impatient, frantic, dipping into his briefs and pulling out his cock.

It's longer than it is thick, probably able to reach places inside that you've never felt before.

"That's it," Pantalone continues. "Stroke it."

You nod.

The moan he let's out is obscene, right against your ear still. He's loud, his deep voice only sending tremors all over your body.

"Faster," he says, cooing. "Squeeze it a bit."

He's not once stopped hitting your sweet spot, and you can feel your high coming soon. You squeeze the base, gliding up to rub at his tip, speeding up your hand.

You make a noise that lets him know you're close.

"Gonna cum?" He taunts, but his voice is heady. "Come on, you want me to stick it in, don't you? Bully your little hole until its shaped just for me."

You nod frantically.

"What did I say?"

"Yes, master!"

His fingers thrust up one more time, your finger on your nub presses, you squeeze one more time and Pantalone groans loudly as you cum.

You keep stroking him, harder and faster, bringing your other hand to play with his tip.

"Ooh, yes, you're a natural," he praises. "Keep this up and I just might let you go for round two."

You gulp at the thought.

It doesn't take long before he's cum on your hand.

You both pant, slowly coming down from your high.

Eventually, you two breathe normally again, Pantalone's fingers slipping out of your hole. Your hands are no more slick than his are.

"Good job," he whispers. "I'd go for another round, but you won't be able to take it."

You're too tired to respond at this point. So tired, in fact, you miss his last words, murmured into your neck.

"So beautiful."

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#I should have never been let out of the microwave #I Gabe reader female parts because I didn’t think pantalone carries lube around with him #and I didn’t want to add a plot hole #sorry #the teaser dropped and I dropped my balls #pantalone x reader #genshin impact #genshin impact x reader #genshin impact x gender neutral reader #genshin impact x gn reader #gn reader #Genshin x reader smut #pantalone x reader smut #pantalone x gn reader #pantalone x gn reader smut

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spareseratoninplz · 1 year

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OBEY ME! MAMMON X READER: Stand by Your Man

*I love all the brothers to death, but sometimes it really irks me how they talk about Mammon. He's a sweet, greedy little cinnamon roll, and we all love him for it. Anywho... enjoy!*

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"That's enough!" I groaned, standing up straight from my seat and slapping my hands down against the kitchen table.

"Would you all cut Mammon some slack for once? He doesn't make the best choices sometimes, but it's only because he's the avatar of greed!" I said, I then pointed accusingly at Asmo.

"Asmo, you're constantly berating Mammon for being 'scummy', but at the same time, you indulge in your own attribute that you're the avatar of! How would you feel if everyone was constantly calling you a pervert for the things that you say and do?" I demanded. Asmo looked down and away, a the regret adorning his usually smiling face.

"Satan, you're always calling Mammon some variation of 'stupid'. Just because he Doesn't have his nose shoved in a book day in and day out like you do, doesn't make him an idiot." I said. Satan frowned, his brow furrowed slightly.

"Lucifer, I know you have a soft spot for Mammon, as he's the second eldest. However, you not only turn a blind eye to your younger brothers constant harassment of him, but you often encourage it! Would it truly be so awful to take his side for once? As the eldest, you should show all of your brothers equal support in their endeavors!" I sighed deeply, looking over the table at each brother in turn.

"You've all taken it too far this time." I said, shaking my head before glancing over at Mammon who was staring at me wide eyed in disbelief.

"Now, apologize." I demanded, my voice heavy.

"Sorry, Mammon..." The brothers spoke in unison.

"Indeed... (Y/N) is right. Perhaps I've been too tough on you, Mammon. I am sorry." Lucifer apologized earnestly.

I sighed deeply before pinching the bridge of my nose to combat an oncoming headache.

"I'm going to my room for awhile..." I said, excusing myself from the dinner table.

I had been listening to the brother's constant berating of Mammon since I first arrived in the Devildom. I'd held my tongue long enough.

Mammon wasn't just the first demon I'd made a pact with. He was also the only demon who had never transformed into his demon form out of anger or spite. I had felt safe around him since the beginning, forming a bond that only became stronger, even after leaving the Devildom.

Now that I'd returned, it was at though the brothers had taken to insulting him tenfold what they had before.

I was only a few paces from my room when I suddenly heard rushed footsteps behind me. Someone grabbed my bicep, pulling me to turn around and face them.

"Mammon?" I questioned. He was looking away from me, the facial expression he was making nearly unreadable.

"Why'd ya go and do that for huh?" He asked.

"What do you mean? They shouldn't be talking to you like that." I said.

"Listen, I've accepted the fact that I'm a scummy mess. I'm a demon for cryin' out loud. The avatar of greed. It's one of the less flashy attributes, but it's mine, ya know?" He said.

"I appreciate what you were tryin' to do back there, but my brothers are right about me nine times outta ten." He said, shaking his head.

"You're wrong!" I argued, and he jumped slightly, eyes widening at the vehemence in my words.

"Mammon, you're so much more than just your attribute!" I insisted. My hands clenched into tight fists.

"You're funny, smart, and resourceful. Even if you act like it's a pain, you still help your brothers no matter what! You love and care for them very much and you'd do anything for them!" I mused. Mammon lowered his head, his hair obscuring his eyes within a shadow.

"(Y/N)), quit it..." He said lowly.

"No! You deserve respect just as much as the rest of your brothers!" Again, I insisted, and he suddenly grabbed both of my wrists and pinned me roughly against the wall of the hallway.

"No, I don't, okay!?" He hissed. His eyes were red as though he'd cry.

"Mammon...?" I questioned as he clenched his jaw.

"I'm no good, (Y/N). I'm constantly gettin' into trouble with my gamblin' and the money makin' schemes I come up with." He shook his head, frowning, dejected.

"I know I'm always singin' my own praises. Talkin' about how great I am... but it's more to convince myself than anyone else." He admitted.

"I don't see all the bad stuff when I look at you, Mammon." I said, blushing slightly at the words in my head that I knew I was about to say.

"Wh- when... you love someone... you take them as they are. The good and the bad. I wouldn't change anything about you, Mammon. Everything you are- is what I've fallen in love with." I said, smiling softly as he continued to stare with wide eyes.

"... Say it again." Mammon urged.

I pulled one hand from his grip and used it to cradle his cheek gently.

"I love you, Mammon." I said in all sincerity. He leaned into my touch, his eyes half lidded as he smiled back at me sweetly.

"I love you too, (Y/N)." He mumbled, turning his head to kiss the palm of my hand. He took the hand that I held his cheek with and gripped it in his before bringing it to his chest and using his opposite hand to move a bit of hair behind my ear. His fingertips trailed down to my chin where he tilted my face up and pressed his lips firmly against mine.

"Ugh..." Mammon grunted, pulling away after a few moments. He turned his face away, it was burning hot and bright red.

"What's wrong?" I asked.

"My greed's tryin' to take over again... I want more." He said, his voice dropping an octave as he pupils dilated.

My cheeks began to burn at his confession, but I simply smiled and nodded slightly.

"It's okay... I feel the same." I admitted, and he pulled me in close, his grip tightening slightly as I could see his markings beginning to show. I knew he was trying his best to hold himself back.

"Your room or mine?" He asked, his adam's apple bobbing as he swallowed thickly.

*Let me know if you might want a NSFW part 2 or not, and as always, Thanks for reading!*

#obey me x reader #obey me #obey me mammon #reader insert

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ditzydreamsss · 5 months

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Ditzy's Council Headcanons :D

Charlie/Grizzly/Bizly/Condi !

Present me here: I NEVER POSTED THIS???? I completely forgot about it sobbb

hyperfixation's dead but i still hold them in my arms gently

please excuse the first few all just being about sex. i sincerely apologize for my past self's actions okie bye

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-- Charlie, Grizzly, and Bizly are the horny ones (there's some other way to word this but I can't think of anything else).

-- Condi's asexual. He's fine with it happening around him but doesn't want to be included in sex. Doesn't get the appeal.

-- In terms of power dynamics, I think Charlie would be top. Grizzly & Bizly both being switch. And Condi in his room regretting everything as the walls start shaking.

-- Condi would be loud(er) when he's with the rest of the boys, but he would be quiet(er) when outside with strangers/just other people in general, or during serious moments.

-- [Cat Bizly's from this other post] Bizly likes having cat ears and tail sometimes. Grizzly caught him staring at a mirror once and has been the #1 Cat Boy Bizly (also known as "Kibby") supporter ever since. I love kibby sm-

-- There was this one night the fuck trio (I. CAN'T call them that. I can't but it's the first thing that popped into my head) trio got so loud in the other room Condi physically got up and slammed his hand on the door. The trio on the other side absolutely lost it.

-- Everyone has a soft spot for Bizly.

-- Grizzly and Bizly were together first. Then Grizzly was like, "Uh, Bizly I think I like Charlie but we-" Then Bizly called Charlie and bluntly said, "You up to polyamory?" Then Charlie and Condi got together then the puzzle completed itself.

-- Charlie and Bizly and Grizzly are all into each other. Grizzly and Charlie loves Condi and vise versa. Condi and Bizly took some time, but they're good now :D Sometimes they feel like bros and sometimes they want to romantically cuddle.

-- Charlie's constantly showing PDA to his lovers. But he always, no matter what, asks if he can kiss though. Even if it ruins the moment (it doesn't).

-- Grizzly's fine with PDA. Bizly's also fine, though he prefers it when the place in empty. Condi doesn't really like PDA that much but if it'll make his beloveds happy, he'll do it. No kisses though.

-- They added their own bedrooms in Molympus but usually, they bring their pillows and blankets to the throne room and sleep in a big cuddle pile.

-- Grizzly and Bizly do be making out every corner. Oh and Charlie too.

-- This is after fallen arc. I love that hc so much im making that canon. idk they like, made out or something. Then everything was fine again.

-- Grizzly has abandonment issues. He sometimes just. Can't face Charlie. He clings onto Bizly when it's more active. Condi, if Bizly isn't there. Or just alone in his room, hugging Bizly's blue sweater he leaves behind when he goes out. Drowning in lava that isn't there. If it's really bad, Bizly teleports them out into the mortal world, goes to the comfort room and cuddles until Grizzly falls asleep. Clinging onto him like a lifeline.

-- The comfort room is a room made of blue stuff. Not a speck of red.

-- Grizzly’s the anime guy. Bizly’s the listener. Bizly doesn't really understand the fuck Grizzly's talking about but he sits it through for him. Bizly will sit through an hour and a half long rant about this anime he doesn't even know the name of (though he's probably gonna be distracted staring at Grizzly's face the entire time. "Adorable when passionate")

-- Meanwhile, Charlie's actually trying to learn the anime. Asking questions and stuff.

-- Condi probably knows the anime. Grizzly and Condi exchange headcanons often. Randomly barging into each other's rooms after knocking 10 times and half yelling "Have you watched the new episode yet??"

-- Grizzly will sometimes make this wing cocoon thing if he gets overwhelmed.

-- Hey guys, Bizly has trauma too. If someone genuinely accuses him, and pushes it too far, he will cry. Alone. In his room. And he gets uncomfy now as the butt of the joke. The most random, small things can trigger stuff, especially when Bizly’s tired. He flinches when there’s a sudden loud noise. Reacts way more than a god with so many senses should.

-- Cat Bizly. Dog Grizzly. Do they go into space? Sometimes. They can actually turn into the animal. Bizly is a blue cat, Grizzly is a pug. Not sure about puppy grizz but pretty solid on cat biz.

-- Grizzly is overprotective over Bizly. Vise versa. They will literally hiss/growl.

-- Charlie’s usually the big dipper. Gribzly can be both but after the fallen arc, Bizly became small (BIZLY PEQUENO). Condi’s small for Charlie and big for Gribzly. [Listen, we have to shorten some terms. Like removing the “dipper”.]

-- Gribzly. Condicicle. Yes. (They’re still all gay for each other, it’s just those pairs are closer to each other.)

-- Grizzly laughs at almost every single one of Charlie’s jokes. Condi comes right after. Then there’s Bizly, deadpanning. Or making his own joke, while Grizzly’s dying in the background.

-- Too many times people walked into a Gribzly make out session.

-- So despite everything I said about gribzly and charlie, grizzly really does love Charlie. Vise versa. They're usually holding hands when they're out. Usually always. Like, they're both so clingy.

-- They need therapy desperately. I forgot if I said this before. Between Charlie and Ted, I think the council's kind of fucked relationship will pop up in casual conversation at some point in the podcast. They cut it out, but off camera Ted asks if Charlie wants him to help, and offers to therapy the bois.

-- Condi sometimes uses they/he or they/them, depends on the time.

-- I just want to make everyone, even Schlatt, all respectful with identities. Like Schlatt might have teamed up with someone but that someone turns out to be homophobic and even though Schlatt's winning, the ram man's gonna pulverize the homophobe right there if that teammate doesn't apologize/fix their mistake.

-- Bizly or Charlie sometimes walks into Condi and Grizzly clinging to each other as they cry about anime. Bizly slowly closes the door while Charlie asks what's wrong. Depends on how severe the damage is, whether they respond or not.

-- They know the future has changed for them, especially Charlie and Condi, mostly Condi. Charlie sometimes gets nightmares of a swarm of zombies pushing him into lava, a chess game with a ghost, but only thinks those are weird nightmares. Condi knows more. He tries to ignore what the Code is trying to tell him, that this isn’t right and isn’t real.

-- Clinginess meter: past maximum. All of them.

-- Bizly (sometimes) has blue-ish black cat ears.

-- Grizzly has the doggo ears and tail.

-- Charlie can literally turn into slime, right on the spot. It's kinda disturbing so he doesn't do it (or tries to not) in front of other people. It's terrifying, really, seeing him melt.

-- Charlie in my hc looks pretty much the same with his minecraft skin except he has a green cape thing and looks a bit more powerful.

-- Condi is a dragon hyrbid thing. (i got it from here)

-- Oh and also, Bizly's glasses does this small robot eyes screen thing (that is not a good description uhh). Like his sunglasses are like a small screen and theres eyes and shows his emotions. Like fallen biz (HELP ITS JUST. PERMANENTLY MADE A HOME IN MY BRAIN).

-- So this au hc thing. Fallen arc, fallen au canon to here. I guess Charlie and Condi went to the nether (jumped into the pit) bc condi was like ":(" and then the squad fought each other. Bizly was genuinely ready to kill Charlie. Charlie's like "Are- are you hissing??" Cause cat. And then Charlie repents, apologizes, regrets, but that doesn't work until Condi: "im sorry :(" then they're suddenly all gay for each other again and happily ever after.

-- this means they never killed the dragon. dragon and condi are good friends.

-- dragon actually trusts condi enough (i mean, technically, condi created the dragon so) anyways trusts him enough to give him her only egg. The squad needs to raise the dragon and bonds and stuff.

-- idk baeby dragon's name. help /gen

-- Condi casually covering baeby's ears as the bedroom shakes at night the other side of the wall-

-- Baeby keeps trying to eat Charlie's slimes. rip.

Charlie: Condi. baeby's trying to eat me. Condi: Wh- Charlie: My slimes :(

-- they get it sorted out (no they don't, the council doesn't do shit, they're too busy making out). slimes combine into one big slime and assert dominance. they get along now.

-- There's a reason why "pudding" will never be added to minecraft. Yeah. The council literally destroyed the existence of it.

-- Grizzly is a sucker for headpats. Literally melts in your arms. I mean he'll probably growl if it's not his lovers.

-- Charlie can just fly, no wings (for being so close to the Code, he gets free stuff ig).

-- the Code is what makes up the world. it's not exactly alive, nor sentient, but it's like. not dead either.

-- Condi can just naturally fly too. He has enough power to make new worlds, he can do a lil bit of floating. He kind of borrow's the Void's power and manipulates it to apply it to himself to float. His wings are for decoration/intimidation/battle purposes.

-- Bizly and Grizzly both have the angel wings, Bizly's being more blue and Grizzly's being red and grey.

-- When the teacher is late, Grizzly would be the one in the corner watching anime with Condi, weebs gathering and making a small circle around them.

-- Grizzly writes and reads fanfics. The little (big) pile of notebooks hidden in that one corner of him room is one thing he'll never let anyone look through (besides maybe Condi).

-- Wait hold onto these thoughts. I have an au idea-

-- When Bizly feels a really strong emotion, his glasses change red like when he was fallen.

-- Order the council says ily the most: charlie, gribzly tied (make up with cuddles / physical affection), condi (make up with shows of trust)

-- Charlie's really soft to Bizly when they're alone.

-- Bizly acts embarrassed and pushes Charlie away in public but he loves his affection.

sorry if I repeat any of the same stuff, there's way too much and I'm not looking for it

-- The group runs out of food. What do they do?

~~ Grizzly's too busy binging anime to be hungry. Condi's with Grizzly and eating snacks instead of actual food.

~~ Charlie cooks food with help of his slimes.

~~ Bizly doesn't realize Charlie's cooking food and orders takeout.

~~ The trio's eating when Bizly walks into the room to see that they already have food. L.

-- DID I EVER TELL YOU ABOUT HOW FRICKING CLINGY THEY ALL ARE??

-- what if condi just sneezed one day after the council got their powers but instead of mucus he left behind a small split in the air leading to another dimension. and he was like "whatthefuck but also.. what?? the fuck??"

-- back to the dragon, im thinking of the name Pigstep? cause thats the name of the disc that was playing at the end of To The End.

#slimecicle cinematic universe #ditzy scu corner #gribzly #too lazy to tag more

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summerainss · 2 years

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confessions of a drunk girl

A/N: I am backkk!! I finally had some inspiration. This is just fluff once again. I don't think I can do anything else haha :)

Summary: finally opens up to Calum but she needs some alcohol in her system first.

Warnings: alcohol use

We were just having a wrap party. I was of course nervous. I thought about making a move however I wasn’t sure about it just yet. I don’t really like taking risks, but I thought this one I could take. We finished the project; we could bump into each other, but we wouldn’t be able to interact. I could do this, I wasn’t certain about it, sure but it wasn’t that big of a deal. Only thing I had to do was to just to take a few shots. I would have an excuse. If things went down bad, I could just tell him I was drunk. My shameless drunk flirting could also be good of a use well.

So here I was giving myself a really small pep talk to go up to him. I had the courage to go up to him, I just cared about him and didn’t want to mess this up. I wasn’t afraid of rejection. I just didn’t want to mess this up. I could take him rejecting me. I just really, really fancied him.

Shit, I fancied him, and I had to be drunk to be able to admit it to myself. How the fuck was I going to explain it to him? I hated myself right at that moment. The thing is my solution to hating myself while being drunk is to just drink some more. It turned out strange, my solution I mean. I wouldn’t call the outcome exactly terrible although there was some regrets and embarrassing moments, I am overall glad I got drunk that night.

I took those extra shots, and everything started to slow down a bit, the music wasn’t as clear anymore. Instead it was just loud. I couldn’t make out the lyrics. I saw him, he was talking to a mutual friend of ours, Luke. I may have mentioned the possibility of me finding Calum attractive, he tried to play the matchmaker ever since that moment. He was terrible at it. He couldn’t be discreet; it was just painful to watch him find excuses to leave Calum and I alone. His excuse when I came up to them was just ridiculous: he had to “flower his plant”. We were at least in his house, but it was just absurd and wasn’t believable at all. At least he was an adorable dumbass so I could forgive his nonsense behavior. I have to be honest though, if he hadn’t left us alone that night we wouldn’t be here today so I guess I am grateful to him at some point.

“He is ridiculous sometimes,” is the first thing Calum said to me shaking his head as he tried to hide his smile.

“We accepted him that way. I don’t think he is capable of changing anymore.” I stated as I was staring at the lanky dork’s back until he disappeared into the crowd in the kitchen and couldn’t be seen anymore.

“ I guess so… But I have to say I never approved thi- Hey, you alright?” he asked as his expression suddenly changed into a worried one.

“Yeah… yea… Just a bit dizzy. Are you dizzy or am I dizzy alone? I wanna sit down.” I whined. My last sentence accidentally came off like a child begging to have ice cream before dinner. Suddenly I felt his hand on my back as a support. If I wasn’t dizzy before I would definitely start to be dizzy, then. I became soft from his touch alone. I wanted to give my body up and just let him hold me. I wanted to feel his embrace so badly…

“Come on,” he said as he brushed a single strand of hair behind my ear, “let’s have some fresh air.” He lead me to the backyard.

There were people here having a cigarette, chatting, or getting some fresh air just like us. I secretly wished we were alone but when we sat down on the couch beside the pool we were basically alone. He let go of my back and cold suddenly hit to where his hand used to be on my back. There was some space between us but since I wanted to hit on him, lay down, and stop the spinning in my head; I laid down on his lap. He seemed surprised. I wanted to celebrate that moment. Finally, I was able to catch him off guard, finally I was able to get him frustrated. Now, this must be what having power over someone felt like. I felt like doing a little bit more of this. I started to move my head around and in the end my face faced his crouch. I was in an extremely risky situation, plus I could feel Calum tensing with every move that I made. I had enough of that though. I just wanted to tell him. Tell him my every little secret, starting with my crush huge on him.

“Cal… Can I tell you something?” I mumbled. I opened my eyes that I have closed just a moment ago to get my thinking straight. When I opened my eyes I caught Calum staring at me. Now, I was the one who felt uneasy under his gaze. I could see that he was thinking something, he had that examining look on his face that made me feel like he could see my thoughts. I felt like an open book to him which I didn’t like, because it wasn’t who I was. I liked keeping it to myself, I liked the fact that my thoughts were mine and mine only. I had all the control over how people see me, they knew only parts I wanted them to know but Cal was different. The reason I think he could see through me was because she knew what it was like to be like me. He himself was private, a riddle to the others. The thing about these people is that the people who are riddles themselves know how to solve the other ones. There he was now, so close to solving mine. His fingers were combing through my hair:

“Of course, do you need anything? Is your stomach good?” it kind of stung he thought I was that intoxicated to show him this much attention.

“Yeah, no I’m fine. I just… Do you ever feel like you crave love? I mean of course you are loved; you have your family friends and all that, in your case fans who would die for you but like, I mean do you crave to love and to be loved? To even belong maybe? Sometimes I feel like I could explode from all the love I have to give, but sometimes I feel so weak I feel like I can’t even to look people in the eye,” I tried to explain but Cal just had a light smile on his face. “I’m sorry. I’m just talking nonsense,” I said as I shook my head. His smile remained nearly the same but now his teeth were showing. He looked so cute with his cheeks slightly pink from the alcohol he had consumed, his dimples were showing, and his eyes were shining with the dim lights of the party lights creeping on to the patio.

“No, you are not,” he assured me with a soft voice. “Believe me or not I understood exactly what you were trying to explain.” His hand was still tangled up in my hair, slowly playing with it. I felt like sitting up straight. This was it, it was the perfect moment, now or never I thought.

Now we were sitting next to each other, too close maybe. I turned to face him. I made the most intimate eye contact of my life at that moment. He was just looking at me with a dazed gaze almost high I would say if I didn’t know any better. I caught his sneaky glances to my lips and thought now was the time.

“You wanna know something else?” he only replied with a nod. Now he wasn’t even trying to hide his glances. He looked from my eyes to my lips.

“I really wanna kiss you, and be in love with you. I think I almost love you and I also want to be loved by you,” I rushed. All of my thoughts were mixing up. I had just confessed my stupid crush on him to him, but it didn’t even make any sense. I have fucked it up. I shut my eyes embarrassed and hid my face to the crook of his neck. I was blushing so heavily I couldn’t show my face. I felt his hand on my cheek, it traveled down to my chin. He whispered slowly:

“ Do you want to know something cool?” I nodded still hiding in his neck. “ I think I almost love you too.” He used his fingers that have been resting on my chin to lift up my face. As he stabled my face he started to lean in, looking up from my lips to my eyes one last time before kissing me. This was it, I thought. This was what I had been craving all along.

#calum hood blurbs #calum hood fluff #calum hood x reader #calum hood imagine #calum hood fanfic #5sos imagine #5 second of summer imagines #5 seconds of summer #calum hood #luke hemmings #5sos fic #5sos fanfic #5sos fluff #5sos blurb #5 seconds of summer fluff #5seconds of summerfanfic #5 seconds of summer blurb

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daintyduck99 · 1 year

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that warm feeling they get when they successfully make the other laugh out loud and Sweet Tarts?

This is also for @bananakarenina, who asked for the same prompt!

"Seriously?"

Reggie rolls off of Carrie's bed with a yelp, sprawling at her feet. Her slipper-covered feet. They're hot pink, with little cat ears.

What's with girls and their adorable slippers these days? They've only gotten cuter and sassier. His heart can't take it.

Her voice lacks the bite it would've had weeks ago, though. She sounds like Alex—like she's pretending to be exasperated, but she's really trying her hardest not to giggle or even grin.

Sure enough, when he glances up, her lips are twitching. Her eyes, bare of makeup but still beautiful, catch his, and she schools her features into a glare as she sticks her finger in his face.

"Why were you sleeping in my bed?"

He nearly goes cross-eyed from looking at the delicate pattern that skitters over her nail, swirling black hearts on a bed of pink.

"It wasn't on purpose! Promise. You were taking forever to get ready for bed! And said bed is like, stupidly comfortable."

She sighs, but scoops him out of the floor with ease, because she's scarily strong and that's a thing people can do, now. People that Julie cares about, anyhow.

She studies him with scrunched eyebrows.

"Okay, but how the hell did you fall asleep in that outfit? Sleeping in jeans is torture. Don't you have pajamas?"

"Not really? I mean—when I was alive, I used to sleep—"

He flushes, fixing his eyes on the collar of her crewneck. It looks soft, and warm, if a little worn, and he has to wonder if she did the tie-dying herself. That, paired with her slippers and shorts, seems like perfect pajama material. She looks—cozy. Cute.

He's not sure if the braids have any kind of function—Julie makes him question these things, with her hair wraps and pre-bedtime hairstyles—but they're cute and cozy, too.

Seriously. Girls these days.

Reggie clears his throat.

"I used to sleep like this when I was cold. So I guess I just—got used to it."

Carrie hums. A flurry of emotions swirl through her eyes, but she's spinning around and striding towards her closet before he can catch any of them.

He's not sure if he'd survive setting foot in her closet, so he waits. She emerges with a gray and red bundle, lobbing it at him.

"Here. Put these on."

His breath catches, still momentarily forgotten though it's mere habit, anymore.

"Carrie—"

"Don't thank me. They aren't even mine, really. They were Nick's. Just. Take them."

He shakes the bundle out to reveal a large red hoodie and gray sweatpants. The sweatpants have GO, BOBCATS! emblazoned on one leg, and the mascot itself on the opposite hip. Reggie grins.

"So this is what they mean when they say boyfriend material, huh?"

She groans. "Don't make me regret this. I'll tell Julie that you're subjecting me to your terrible comedy."

"Excuse you, I'm hilarious." He shrugs out of his jacket and into the hoodie. "The bad jokes keep you off-guard. Just you wait."

That nets him a little giggle, but she sobers as he shakes the sweatpants again, hurriedly spinning to face the wall.

"You know, I'd assumed you could just, like, poof right into those."

He nearly falls on his ass in the process of wrestling out of his jeans.

"Would you believe me if I said that had never occurred to us? Although—an evil ghost did force us to do a magic costume change, once. He's weird, though."

She makes a sound that might be a laugh, but he's not entirely sure, so this one doesn't count.

"Oh, right. He's weird."

"Hey!" He shimmies into the sweatpants. "I'll tell Julie that you were cruel to me."

Carrie oohs. "And I thought your guitarist was dramatic. Can I turn around?"

"Technically, you could do that whenever—"

She whirls around with pink cheeks, pointing at him again.

"Do you wind up everyone like this?"

"Like what?" he asks innocently, and she huffs in mock outrage, pelting him with the nearest plush and sparking a pillow fight.

It also, finally, sparks his success.

They dance around each other, slinging soft projectiles, and once he snares her by the waist, Carrie starts to laugh.

She laughs and he doesn't care that she almost elbows him in the face as she frees herself, awash in the warmth in her voice, in her eyes.

Her real laugh ripples through the room, wild and undignified, and Reggie laughs, too, flushed with victory even as she disarms him, declaring that she's the pillow fight queen.

They collapse onto her bed, giggling and breathless; the way she smiles makes him want to conquer kingdoms in her name. She's radiant when she really smiles.

Girls these days—but it's just her, really.

She laughs again when he says as much.

"Seriously?"

"Serious as your reign, queen of my heart—"

She's still laughing when she stops his words with a kiss.

#fluff prompts #jatp sweet tarts #reggie x carrie #ficlets with ash #julie and the phantoms

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sticktopia · 4 months

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Welcome to the Garden (Sanctuary AU)

The Garden. A pocket dimension that sits on the line between life and death. This little world is designed to house and heal broken souls. Those who have died under tragic circumstances, or have many regrets are called to this realm. Once they let go of their trauma and regrets, the soul can pass on to its next life. That is the role of The Garden.

Ajax (Chapter 11)

Dinner was awkward that night. According to Five, dinnertime would always be loud and lively. But it was so much more quiet and mellow. It felt like eerie whispers and staring eyes. Ajax looked around the table. Five sat to his right, speaking to Aqua. Orchid and Bel were nowhere to be seen and all the children sat on the other side of the table. As Ajax ate, he began to feel self conscious. Halfway through the meal, Ajax lost his appetite. He sighed and put his utensils down.

“Jax? Are you ok?” The red hollow head glanced up to see Five looking at him with concern. Ajax forced a smile and placed a hand on Five’s shoulder.

“Im Fine. Just, not really hungry… You want it?” Ajax asked, pushing the plate forward. Five smiled and took the plate.

“Gladly!” Five said as they began to eat Ajax’s food. The red hollow head chuckled and stood.

“Excuse me.” Ajax said as he walked away. Ajax exited the house, wanting some fresh air. Ajax stepped outside and walked down the path to the courtyard. Once there, Ajax stood by the fountain in the middle of the courtyard. He sighed as he looked up at the stars. A sad smile was suddenly placed onto his face. The stars felt so comforting to him. But he also felt lonely, like something was missing.

Ajax turned his head to his left. He opened his mouth, like he was going to say something to someone. But upon seeing nobody there, Ajax closed his mouth. He looked back up at the stars, wondering if whoever he was missing was looking at the stars with him.

“I'm sorry that I’m not there with you now….” Ajax said to no one in particular. A feeling of longing suddenly washed over Ajax. Tears were brought to his eyes as he tried to remember who this blank face was. Ajax fell to his knees and leaned against the fountain. Ajax wept as his chest ached.

“Who are you?! Where are you?!” Ajax cried out to the moon. Whoever this person was, Ajax began to feel lonely without them. He curled up on the floor against the fountain. Tears flowed freely from his eyes as he clutched his chest.

“I'm sorry… I'm sorry… I'm sorry…” Ajax continued to weep those words. This intense sadness, there was no way it was sadness alone. It felt like there was more to it. Guilt? Agony? Regret? Ajax may never know. There was suddenly a hand on his shoulder. Ajax gasped and looked up to see Razz kneeling next to him.

“You alright?” They asked softly. Ajax tore his eyes away from Razz’s. He pulled his knees to his chest and hugged them.

“I feel like I'm missing someone important to me… Like I did something bad to them…” The hollow head said softly. Razz sat next to ajax and rubbed his back.

“They must be important if it has you like this.” Razz softly said. “What do you remember about that person?”

“I… I remember the way they loved the stars.” Ajax said as they looked at the stars. “I think that’s why I came out here when I felt so overwhelmed.”

“Do you feel more comfortable out here?”

“.... A bit. It feels more familiar out here.”

“Mmm…. Do you want to stay out here a little longer?”

“Is it possible for me to stay out here forever?” Razz and Ajax chuckled amongst themselves.

“Unfortunately not. Everyone needs to be inside by 10.” Razz said as she placed a hand on Ajax’s shoulder. Ajax chuckled a bit, wiping away his tears. Raz giggled and stood.

“Come on man. Let’s go back inside.” Razz said with her hand extended to the hollowhead. Ajax took Razz’s hand and they housed him up.

“If you ever need to come back out, just tell me. And I can bring you out here.” Razz said.

“What about the time thing you just said?” Ajax asked with an arched brow. Razz chuckled and looked away from Ajax.

“Well, what Dandi doesn’t know won't kill her.” Razz snorted. Ajax started laughing loudly.

“You're serious?!”

“Why not? Dandi isn't in the garden all the time. So she’ll never know that we were out here past 10.” Razz said as she elbowed Ajax. Ajax snorted.

“Maybe you’ll be a bad influence on me.”

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Ajax lay in his bed silently. His head was full of scrambled thoughts and broken memories. He started at the ceiling before turning his head towards the window. The moon was just barely peeking into his room. Ajax reached out to the light of the moon.

“You look so beautiful standing in the light of freedom. Let us enjoy this moment from here on out. Together, nothing could stop us.” Ajax suddenly said. He may never know why he said that then, but as he did, he could have sworn he saw another stick figure’s silhouette standing in the soft moonlight. Ajax wanted to look up and see their face, to remember who this moonlight beauty was. But his eyes began to grow heavy.

“Who are you? Why do you mean so much to me…?” That was the last thing Ajax said before he drifted off to sleep.

“You’ll find me soon.”

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Ajax was walking through a meadow under the night sky. He smiled to himself as he came to a familiar spot. Ajax saw a familiar stick casually laying in the grass, arms under their head and legs crossed. Ajax smiled as he sat next to the familiar stranger.

“You're out here again. Is something wrong?” Ajax asked as he got comfortable. The stranger turned their head and looked up at Ajax. They let out a light scoff.

“Nah. Nothing’s really wrong. But I do enjoy being out here.” They said as they sat up. Ajax watched as the stick continued to look up at the starry sky. Ajax then did the same.

“So then why are you out here?” Ajax asked, never looking away from the stars. The faceless stick was silent for a minute. They took a breath and began to speak.

“Sometimes I need to make sure that this isn't a dream. That I’m not trapped in that creator forsaken computer, being used as an ad blocker. That you really exist, and aren't a figment of my imagination.” The mysterious stick muttered.

“You think I'm a figment of your imagination?” Ajax asked, feigning offense. The faceless stick laughed, punching Ajax in the arm.

“Shut up!” They laughed. Ajax started laughing as well.

“You dork!” The faceless stick laughed, leaning on Ajax. Ajax chuckled and leaned his head on theirs.

“If this were a dream, it’d all be pretty tragic.” Ajax said as he looked down at his faceless companion.

“I’d be sad if it was. You're the only friend I've ever had. If you disappeared, I don't know what I would do.” They said as they tensed up. Ajax hummed as they thought about ways to cheer his friend up. Ajax suddenly stood up.

“What are you doing?” They chuckled as Ajax stood before them. Ajax suddenly bowed, holding a hand out to the faceless stick.

“May I have this dance?” Ajax suddenly asked. The faceless stick blushed.

“D-dance?”

“Yeah. Come on.” Ajax suddenly grabbed the stick’s hand and pulled them up.

“Whoa! Hey!” Ajax held the stick close to them. One hand in theirs, and the other around their waist. The faceless stick blushed.

“What are you doing?!” They flusteredly asked.

“Dancing.” Ajax said as they started to waltz. The faceless stranger clumsily followed Ajax’s moves. Once they got the hang of things, both Ajax and the stranger started dancing across the meadow. They were laughing and having fun, just being themselves, free from any kind of negativity they had weighing them down. They danced to the song of night time nature. This blissful moment was all they were focused on. It’s all that they wanted. Freedom, happiness, togetherness.

Ajax and the faceless stick stood in each other’s arms in the moonlight. They stood together, staring into each other’s eyes. Ajax didn't know what came over him, but he felt himself getting closer and closer to the stranger. The stranger whispered something that Ajax couldn't hear.

“What was that?” Ajax asked, never breaking eye contact with the faceless stick. Their lips moved once more. But Ajax heard no voice. He was about to say something himself when the stick in his arms suddenly blew away, like dust in the wind.

“Wh-what?! No! Wait!!” Ajax tried to hold the remains of the stick in his hands. But every last bit slipped through his fingers.

“Wait!! Come back! Please!!” Ajax cried as he tried running after the dust. Suddenly, his foot got caught in something, causing the hollow head to fall.

“No! Come back! I still need you!! WAIT!!!”

Ajax gasped, shooting up into a sitting position. He panted as he looked around the room. What was that? A dream? A memory? Who was that person? What were they about to do? What did they say? What was he about to say? So many questions ran through his head. The door suddenly opened, causing Ajax to jump.

“Whoa, are you ok?” Razz said as they walked into the room. Ajax released a breath and relaxed his body.

“S-sorry. I just… had a weird dream….” Ajax muttered. Razz stepped into the room and sat on the hollow head’s bed.

“Do you want to talk about it?” Razz asked. Ajax stared at her. He eventually pulled his gaze from Razz to his lap.

“Not yet…” Was all he could say. Razz nodded and stood.

“Well, breakfast will be done soon. So you need to wash up Alright?” Ajax simply nodded. After a bit of hesitation, Razz left the room. Ajax could hear her footsteps growing fainter and fainter. He sighed and flopped back down on his bed. His mind went back to the strange event in his dream.

“What was that strange feeling I just had?”

#sanctuary au #ava #avm #alan becker #fanfic #Sticktopia’s stories

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