#i forgot i drew this and i was so surprised. they’re cuddling
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happy birthday gorgious ☕️🌙🎂♥️
#pls take this impdubs double life adjacent situation bc i think about them all the time and it’s HIS BORTHDAY#dans ma vie#briseiseart#hermitshipping#impdubs#impulsesv#bdoubleo100#i forgot i drew this and i was so surprised. they’re cuddling#double life#dlsmp
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Sight Chapter Two
Link to Chapter One here
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Summary: In which we meet the Wicca, the Phantom, the Sighted, and the Boyfriend.
There is a wicca who has lived in the forest for far longer than any creature. They watch over the forest and they wait, wait for someone to come asking for help. There is a wicca that took a boy’s face in his hands and cursed him with Sight, at the cost of his vision.
This wicca has a simple name and October is not one to remember them.
…
Logan is carrying Virgil through the forest, steps heavy as he holds his unconscious friends close, Roman and Remus helping guide him in their own way. The two of them alone are loud enough to help the teen navigate to where he knows the wicca still lives.
Remus stops abruptly, chittering and Logan almost trips over him.
“My apologies Remus. Is the wicca there?”
Footsteps.
“Well, I am now. What are you doing here darlin?”
Logan stiffens. The wicca’s voice is sugar sweet but there’s an undertone that makes him want to step back, leave Virgil and run, because it’s not safe, the wicca isn’t safe.
“My friend needs help.”
“Oh, you’re that blind kid. I forgot about you.” The wicca muses and Logan flinches as the steps start again, until he can feel the wicca’s breath crossing his face.
“Phantom touched, strange. He should be dead.”
“I know.” Logan’s breath hitched with an aborted sob. “I don’t want him to die.”
There’s a hand caressing his forehead and Logan’s mind feels like it’s splintering, fragmented memories belonging to the wicca making him dizzy.
“Huh. You love him.” The voice is softer now. Logan nods.
“Very well, come on, give me him and the sprites will guide you.” The wicca moves his hand from Logan’s head and they carefully transfer to holding Virgil.
Remus is almost immediately wrapped around Logan’s neck, Roman slithering up to settle across his hips and they begin to all walk again, blindly following, trusting that the wicca will figure something out.
…
October looks down at the body in his arms as they near the home. This...Virgil is smaller, looks like he’s not from the country and his fingers are greying, and October is almost worried that if he can’t revive the child, he’ll fade and become a Haunt.
They get to the door and October waves their hand to open it, the sighted child and his familiars close behind as the five of them make it to the brewing table and October gently places Virgil down.
“How long have you two known each other?”
“Six months?” Logan’s voice is shaky and October spares a glance to see that the sighted child is crying without bothering to wipe at his tears. “He survived a Kelpie as a child and I saw it when he touched me. He gets me.”
October sighed. “Fickle mortals. God, why did I decide to help?” He turned back to Virgil and didn’t see the tightening of Logan’s jaw. October pressed a finger to Virgil’s pinky and the limb dissolved.
“Oh, that’s not good.”
“What?” Logan demanded and the sprites began to nervously trill.
“Get the fire sprite to wrap around his core, the poison one around his hand where I point, okay?” October looked to Logan. “He needs warmth and we might have to use the poison to counteract the phantom touch.”
Logan nodded and he gestured in the wrong direction, but the sprites got the memo, unraveling and going to follow the wicca’s instructions.
“I’m going to give you a stool to sit on.” October waved a hand and the stool scooted across the room, gently bumping into Logan’s side. “Now keep quiet.”
Logan, bless his soul, didn’t respond. October reached for his pestle and then grabbed a quartz rock, dropping it in with a few Eurydice petals.
“So, sighted child, I assume that life has been fine, considering you’ve found a few familiars for you and your friend.”
Logan, to his credit, shrugged. October grabbed a hollyhock root and started to slice it before dumping it in the pestle.
“I need one of your hairs and some spit.”
Logan grimaced, but he pulled out a chunk of his hair and held it out, which October took and put in. He then waited for the pestle to be placed under his chin before spitting. October grinned when the mixture flashed a royal blue. He added a generous amount of beeswax, some of Virgil’s rapidly greying hair and added it, using a swab to get a minuscule amount of spit.
The mixture flashed violet, then grey, before settling on a beautiful gold color, now a paste that could easily mimic chapstick. October spread a liberal amount over Virgil’s lips, then on his arms where the grey was creeping up.
They turned to Logan.
“So, how far would you go to save your ‘friend’? Would you do anything?”
“If it was within my power, then yes.” Logan said.
October smiled. “Excellent!! You get to kiss him!”
The look on Logan’s face was priceless and October cackled as he slid the pestle to Logan, so that it was touching the teen’s hands.
“Rub that on your lips and give him a smooch. It’ll probably fix it. True love and soulmates or whatever you want to call it.”
Logan dipped his hand into the pestle and drew out a bit of the paste, smearing it on his lips carefully, before standing and shuffling forward, hands guiding him. He felt the sprites, up Virgil’s neck until he was gently cupping his friend’s face. Logan took a breath and…
October wouldn’t say that it was magic, but the gentleness that Logan used when he kissed Virgil definitely seemed to be that way, even as the phantom touch receded, color returning to Virgil’s lips as he breathed in deeply. The grey half of his hair did not return to color, nor did the missing finger, but October called that a win.
“Wicca?” Logan sounded fragile and October looked at him.
“It’s October child.”
“I’m pretty sure that it’s February.” Logan shot him a glare- three feet in the wrong direction. “Did it work?”
“I know it’s Feb-- fuck it, yeah, he’ll wake in a few minutes, I’m going to transfer him to my bed, you’re both welcome to sleep there for the night, it’s a pretty big bed, I’m going to crash on the couch.” October brushed a hand to Logan’s and forced enough memories through so the sighted would be able to navigate to the nondescript bedroom in the back of the home. He then scooped up the still sleeping Virgil, sprites and all before making his way to the back and dumping Virgil on the bed.
“He needs to be constantly warm, as to not trigger any residue phantom soul. Phantoms feed off of the lonely and unloved- hence why the kiss cleared the majority.” October turned to Logan. “Cuddle him or something. I’ll see you in the morning.”
“Thank you wicca.” Logan murmured and October found himself holding an armful of sighted. “Thank you.”
“Sure, whatever. Oh, my boyfriend might be by in the morning, he’ll make sure that you and Virgil will get an actual breakfast.”
Logan let go and crawled into the bed, arms going up to wrap around Virgil, the sprites tangling themselves into the pile. All four were out within seconds and October smiled softly before shutting the door to leave them to rest.
…
Virgil woke up to see Logan's glassy eyes were open, gaze not quite staring at him, but he had a nice smile on his face.
“Hey Lo.” He croaked out and Logan closed his eyes before squeezing him softly.
“Idiot. Running off and getting phantom touched.”
“Sorry.” Virgil murmured as a cooing reached his ears. His chest heated up and he looked down to see that Roman was heating up slowly, his acid green eyes half lidded. “Hey Ro.”
The sprite coo’d again and Virgil grinned.
“They were very helpful in finding you.” Logan smiled. “And the wicca of course, we’re resting in their house.”
“Ah. That explains why this bed smells like sage and teakwood.” Virgil sniffed and wrinkled his nose. “I’m hungry.”
“The wicca’s boyfriend said he’d make us something.”
“Cool.” Virgil’s head lolled a bit and he had to force himself to stay awake. “Cool, cool.”
“You can go back to sleep Vee.” Logan whispered. “I’ll keep us safe.”
Virgil didn’t have time to respond before grey was clawing at the edge of his vision and sleep called him back, warm and safe.
…
Remy wouldn’t call himself October’s boyfriend, but hey, after three centuries of exclusively dating him, he had to guess that fine, they were dating.
Which is why he found it odd that the wicca was up early. October was a lot of things, but an early riser was not one of them.
“Babes? Please don’t tell me you pulled an all nighter.” Remy plopped a grocery bag on the kitchen counter as October rolled his eyes.
“Nah, the sighted child came around last night with a phantom touched. He’s fine now, oh, they’re soulmates btw, but they spent last night in my bed, and you know how lumpy the couch is. I didn’t get much sleep.”
Remy shook his head. “You never fail to surprise me.” He pulled out a pan and bacon, slapping it on before throwing October a look. “Can you light the stove?”
“What you can’t?”
“Please?” Remy begged and after a moment, the stove lit up. “Thank you!!”
The bacon was happily frying when he heard a sound, and as Remy looked up, he saw a limping phantom touched, the sighted one next to him, both leaning on each other, familiars winding around them like cats.
Oh, Remy really wanted to adopt these two- look at them, they were so cute with each other and the phantom touched carefully pulled out a stool, guiding the sighted one’s hand to it before finding a seat himself.
Remy pulled the bacon off and added the next slices.
“Hey boys. Sleep well?”
The sighted one shrugged. “It was adequate. I can’t speak for Virgil though.”
Ah, so the phantom touched one was Virgil. Remy nodded and filled up two water glasses from the pitcher in the fridge before sliding it to the pair. “I’m Remy. I’m sure that October told you about me Sighted, but Virgil, it’s nice to meet you.”
“Who’s October?”
“The wicca.” Remy said cheerfully. “I picked it for him after they told me about how obsessed they were with pumpkin spice.”
The Sighted snorted and Virgil let out a snicker as well.
“Our conversation makes more sense from last night.” The Sighted mused as he reached and delicately picked up his water.
“What happened Lo?” Virgil asked. “I really only remember this morning before the sun was up.”
“We kissed. Well, I kissed you, and it was only to seal the spell, so I’m sorry for not asking your consent.”
“Eh, it’s…” Virgil stopped talking.
Remy looked back to see that the teen was staring at his hand in horror.
“Logan, where’s my pinky?”
Logan looked confused. “I was unaware that you were missing a finger. Is anything else wrong?”
Virgil pulled out his phone before Remy could stop him and he dropped it once he saw his hair.
“I.. Logan--”
Virgil collapsed and Logan lunged towards the sound, but Remy was throwing out a hand and freezing the teen’s body with a minor spell.
“Sighted, don’t touch him. He’s been phantom touched and the residue shows up with strong emotions. Let me and October deal with this.”
He turned off the stove the same time that October was entering the room and the both of them carefully moved Virgil back to the brew table, where they could see that Virgil’s veins were turning grey, heart pounding loud enough that it could be heard in the quiet of the room.
“Remy, go free Logan.” October murmured as he began to mash up another concoction. “Virgil will wake in a panic, and he needs a familiar face.”
…
Pain, pain, pain
Hunger
Feed me
LONELY.
Virgil could feel the other mind in his and the more he pushed against it, the worse it hurt, the louder it got….
Patton.
My name’s Patton.
“NO!” Virgil pushed against it and he felt an ink cold sweep over him.
YES.
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Refreshing as a Highstorm - A Stormlight Fic
Hey I inflicted this on my ao3 people last night and forgot about y’all! Inexcusable!! So here we are.
DO NOT PROCEED IF U HAVE NOT READ RHYTHM OF WAR.
you’ve read it? okay fabulous - u may proceed?
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Title: Refreshing as a Highstorm
Summary: Set some time after Rhythm of War. Jasnah decides it's time to come out as ace to Wit, and she does so in typical Jasnah fashion. He takes it in typical Wit fashion - in stride. They're soft and I'm emotional. Everyone wins. Jasnah POV. Minor warning for mentions of past acephobia.
Teaser: “Wit,” she said, tone brisk and firm, “We need to talk about sex.”
For a moment she saw surprise tinge his sharp features. Then he blinked and smoothed it away.
“What?” he said, his tone light, “Have I been doing it wrong all these years and no one has thought to tell me until now?”
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Jasnah settled down on Wit’s bare chest, listening to his heartbeat. He did have a heart. The organ, at least.
That had surprised her the first time they had done this. Though in many ways Wit was deeply human, he was also alien.
There was a depth to him, a knowledge that came only from the thousands of years he had been alive, stalking her planet, and more besides.
At times that daunted her. Looking into his eyes could sometimes feel like looking into an abyss that held the weight of more knowledge than could ever be contained in all the books on Roshar.
History, history from a thousand worlds given life. And he was in her bed at this very moment peering down at her with a haze of sleepy pleasure. That gave her a little thrill of pride and excitement.
Alien and ancient or otherwise, he liked to hold her once they had finished. She had the sense that he craved the tenderness and the humanity of it, to end an act that had always seemed so primal to her with a distinctly human, civilised note.
She didn’t protest. Initially she hadn’t wanted it. It had felt like wasted time. The world was ending and she was cuddling? But, more recently, she had come to acknowledge the benefits of a little rest, of time where she was allowed to simply be. To exist, rather than fighting tooth and nail for each breath.
She suspected that was part of why Wit insisted on it. He kept doing things like that. Making excuses to feed her, or force her to take a break and step away from her work for a moment.
A part of her had balked at that at first, seeing it as a subtle way of him trying to control her. She had shut those fears down. It was not about control, it was about care. And she could let herself be cared for. Sometimes.
Wit stroked his fingers idly through her hair, unbound, pooling around her like a swath of night. Then he threaded their fingers together, deliberately choosing her safehand for the purpose.
He often did things like that, trying to entice or excite her. She worried he was beginning to see it as some sort of challenge or game she was luring him into.
She sighed.
The time had come to speak to him about this. In truth, the time had probably long ago. But, well, she was human. She could admit to a little fear.
In the chaos of everything that had happened over the last year, Wit had been a flurry of his own kind. But it was a kind that felt good rather than terrifying and she...Well she did not have an excellent history with romantic partners and she had feared to lose this.
The time had come, however, when not saying something would do more harm, so she pushed herself up, back against the headboard of the bed, drawing her dressing gown more firmly around herself.
Wit shifted lazily, rolling onto his side and propping himself up on an elbow to look at her.
“Wit,” she said, tone brisk and firm, “We need to talk about sex.”
For a moment she saw surprise tinge his sharp features. Then he blinked and smoothed it away.
“What?” he said, his tone light, “Have I been doing it wrong all these years and no one has thought to tell me until now?”
She eyed him. Each conversation was like a dance, a fight, testing, seeking, pushing one another. She enjoyed it, normally, but tonight...Tonight she just wanted to be open, and honest. No games.
“No,” she said, simply, “You were perfectly satisfactory.”
He quirked an eyebrow at her and she grimaced slightly. That..was probably not the most tactful thing she’d ever said to a partner.
Fortunately he just laughed and kissed her hand, “Jasnah, my dear, you can be wonderfully refreshing at times,” he said.
“As refreshing as a highstorm, you mean?” she said, bluntly, and he smiled again, eyes twinkling.
“Roshar would not have life without them,” he said, lightly.
She sighed again, more heavily this time, and Wit frowned slightly as she rubbed her temples. His expression shifted, and he sat up straighter.
“Jasnah?” he said, a faint note of worry tinging his words for the first time, “Is everything alright?”
“Fine,” she said, waving a vague hand, “It’s still difficult to speak about this. I’ve done it several times in the past, yet it never seems to get any easier. Particularly if one attempts to approach it with any measure of delicacy.”
“Then don’t,” he said simply, taking her hand, “Approach it like the highstorm that you are, Jasnah. I assure you I’ve survived worse.”
She took a deep breath and, not looking at him, said quietly, “I don’t need sex, Wit.”
He frowned slightly, and she braced herself for the quip.
“Don’t need it for what, my dear? For life? Technically none of us needs it, in the basest of terms. We don’t theoretically need wine, either, to survive. But to live? I consider it a necessity.”
“I don’t,” she murmured, and her voice seemed to strangle itself, becoming small.
She hated that, and forced it back to its typical tone and volume with effort as she cleared her throat and continued.
“I don’t need it to feel satisfied with life. I don’t need it to feel satisfied or fulfilled in a relationship. It is not something I have ever found myself wanting, as most other people seem to.”
She drew her knees up to her chest, holding them. A part of her recognised that she did this as a defence mechanism, that it was a very obvious tell that she felt afraid and insecure, which she hated feeling, and hated telegraphing even more. But she couldn’t help it. In that moment, not looking at him, waiting for the storm wall to hit, she needed the comfort it brought her.
Wit moved beside her, sitting up straight, facing her, and when she looked up at him she saw that his face was uncharacteristically serious. He reached out and gently took both of her hands in his. She let him, and he seemed deeply relieved by that. Far too relieved in fact.
She frowned at him as he said, in a tone she had never heard from him before, serious and direct, “Jasnah, you haven’t felt as though I’ve ever-”
“No,” she interrupted him quickly, suddenly understanding what he was worried about.
Then she gave him a flat look that clearly said, ‘do you truly think you could pressure me into doing anything like that?’
The tension in his posture broke and he laughed, then, and said, “You are truly wonderful, Jasnah. I don’t think I’ve seen such a fabulous glare for centuries now. I must study it thoroughly at a later date so as to be able to properly master it when needed.”
She smiled again, some of her own tension bleeding away, though not all.
He scooted over to sit beside her, back against the headboard, legs stretched out comfortably in front of him.
She waited for him to settle himself then said, “This isn’t a problem for you? In our relationship?”
“No,” he said, and though his tone was lighter than it had been earlier, it took on that uncharacteristic serious cast once more for her.
“You surprised me, Jasnah Kholin. You were something on this planet I never expected, and have been delightful in many ways. I won’t pretend that I haven’t enjoyed our physical diversions. But you, and indeed this budding partnership, are worth more to me than the pleasure I can derive from our bodies.”
She nodded absently, then frowned as she realised that he seemed to be perfectly content to continue with her, without question or hesitation.
She had been about to assure him that she was perfectly happy to continue having sex with him, for him. She was not repulsed by it, if she had she would certainly never have entertained it with him. But she had expected to make this point in rebuttal of his disappointment or withdrawal. And he hadn’t done either, which momentarily threw her.
She knew her worth. And she knew that her value as a partner was indeed worth more than the use someone might find for her body.
Other partners had not exactly shared that sentiment in the past.
However fond they had been of her, her disinterest in sex had always put them off. Even if they did not react initially poorly, over time they became frustrated and disappointed, as though they had secretly hoped that she might make an exception for them.
They seemed to take it as a personal slight that she didn’t think about having sex with them every waking moment.
She had never had either the time or the patience for that nonsense, and each time she had walked away without regret. But she would have been lying if she claimed that it hadn’t hurt her, hadn’t made her feel lonely, and alien, even broken, when she’d been younger.
Wit was taking this too well, and she narrowed her eyes slightly at him, trying to determine his angle.
He did not seem the type of man who would take it as a personal insult that she did not crave sex with him. He was arrogant, and he had an ego, but it was of an entirely different sort.
Still, she hadn’t expected his reaction to be, so, well, absent. He was looking at her with the same bright eyes he always did, the same thinly veiled eagerness to see what their companionship would bring, the same intensity and hunger that had simmered between them this past year.
Wit seemed to read her confusion and suspicion in her face, for he reached out and took her hand, her free hand, and squeezed it.
“You are not the first person I’ve met who feels this way, Jasnah,” he said gently. “Indeed, you are not the second, third, or fourth person, either. We would have to climb rather high up the number scale, if you wish to truly and accurately plot yourself.”
“Really?” she said, before she could stop herself.
Logically she knew that she couldn’t be the only person who felt this way. Particularly when one factored in the sheer number of people Wit had known in his life. Statistically it was highly likely that he’d met someone else like her before.
The logic, however, did not prevent the sudden rush of warm emotion at hearing, at knowing, that she was not alone.
Wit smiled at her. A different smile than any she had seen before.
This was the smile of a man who knew the importance of knowledge, the emotion it could bring when used to connect, rather than destroy.
The smile of someone who used that knowledge to bring hope and comfort to people; to bring them together, and help them Connect across realms and ages.
The smile of someone who still found simple joy in using the wealth of his vast experience to bring a simple joy to a frightened girl who had spent so long afraid that she was alone and unlovable.
He squeezed her hands and nodded. Absurdly, she felt her throat tighten, and had to raise her other hand to wipe at her eyes as she felt tears bud in them. Some instinct urged her to pull away from Wit, to not let him see her emotion, the power he had over her with the truth he had just given her.
But she was learning to fight those instincts, and so she turned to him, full on, and let him see her tears, let him see her smile, let him see what a gift he had given her today.
Wit smiled back, warm and genuine, and stayed quiet, with obvious effort, allowing her to have her moment.
A gloryspren winked into existence above her head, and for once she let it manifest in the physical realm, smiling up at it.
After a moment she pulled herself together, taking a deep breath and wiping her eyes, returning to business.
“Have you ever been in a relationship with someone like me, though?” she asked him, tone direct once more.
“No,” he admitted gently, then added, with typical levity, “But I’ve never been tap dancing with a chull, either, and I’d very much like to try that as well. The ability to continue providing me with new experiences even after all this time is one of the cosmere’s greatest gifts and joys, Jasnah.”
She eyed him, judging his sincerity. Somehow, the man sitting there with a twinkle in his eye, talking about tap dancing chulls, seemed more sincere than the others who had initially told her the same, with serious tones, and sombre expressions, only to accuse her of being cold and inhuman some months later.
She eyed him again and he raised an eyebrow at her.
She sighed and admitted, “You’re taking this too well.”
A faint blush stained her cheeks at that and she turned away. It felt so vulnerable to admit that, to admit that she expected him to hurt her. More vulnerable even than it had felt to admit the thing she expected him to use as a weapon against her.
“Jasnah,” he said, quietly, “I won’t pretend that I haven’t enjoyed that aspect of our relationship. You are a beautiful, alluring woman. And for all that you have no inclination towards it yourself, rather talented."
She smirked a little at that. As with most things, she had felt that if she was going to engage in it she may as well at least attain some competence.
“But it was a means to an end, my dear. Pleasure, indeed, but also intimacy, and closeness with you. That is what I truly want.
“I’ve had plenty of sex in my life, Jasnah, I’m quite sure I can survive a few decades without it for a creature as truly incredible as yourself. You are the unique and wonderful experience Roshar has gifted me with. What a fool I would be to throw that aside for the sake of sex.”
"Others in the past have not been as...discerning," she said drily.
"Well, as you yourself are fond of noting, dearest, other people can often be idiots," he said lightly. "Sex is wonderful. A true masterstroke by the cosmere to encourage us all to keep producing children. But I'm fairly sure its lack won't be added to the list of things that have killed me any time soon."
She studied him, so sincere, so lighthearted, then said, bluntly, “I’m not asking you to become celibate for me, Wit. We can have sex again, if you wish.”
He blinked at her, digesting that, then he said curiously, “Do you enjoy it?”
There were no strings to the question. They did not do that with one another, as was openly established early on in their relationship. Questions were welcomed, by both parties, whatever their content, the intent assumed always to be genuine.
She considered the question, truly considered it.
With him, and with a few others, she had engaged in sex because her partner had desired it, and she had wanted to do something for them.
Rather as she might prepare a meal she was not altogether fond of, but which she knew was their favourite. If she prepared meals.
“Yes,” she said, finally, “It is pleasurable for me, when done correctly,” she added with a frown of irritation.
In her experience, that was certainly not always the case. Wit, for all his flaws, could never be accused of being stingy with the attention he gave her. In every aspect of their relationship.
"As I imagine it can be for most people. Though likely not as intense and consuming as it is for others, I’ve gathered. And then there’s of course the fact that-”
She broke off, actually blushing noticeably for the first time in approximately a decade.
Wit’s face split into a wide, almost wicked grin.
“Come now, Jasnah," he said, waggling a finger at him, "A highstorm does not hold back its rains, you should not hold back your insightful and unique pearls of wisdom on the human condition. Least of all in my presence. I simply won’t have it,” he said, prodding her with a finger in a spot that he knew she was ticklish.
She actually growled at him, and he stopped at once, though he did laugh as he did so. Insufferable bastard.
She sighed and said, “Sex is pleasurable, but it’s not a pleasure that I can’t achieve myself more easily, with much less mess and fuss, and a good deal less complex emotional baggage attached.”
Wit laughed again at that, loud and full, and she found herself smiling in spite of herself.
Knowing he would enjoy it, she continued, layering an analogy onto the idea.
“It’s rather like attending a feast when you’re already full. The food still tastes nice, even if you didn’t particularly want it. But wouldn’t it have been far simpler, faster, and less likely to cause a headache had you simply taken a private meal in your chambers and skipped the fuss?”
As she had hoped, that caused him to laugh harder. Wit enjoyed an apt metaphor, particularly if it was original. Or as original as it could be to someone with his life experience.
He leaned in and gently kissed her temple, “You are a true delight, Jasnah. A highstorm that invests me with such joy and wonder, even as it attempts to bludgeon me with the force of its will.”
She raised an eyebrow at him as he coaxed her back down into a more relaxed posture, the two of them lying down once more, their legs lazily entwined, his fingers in her hair again.
“Too far?” he asked, lightly, as she settled back into place.
Wit liked flowery language, in all areas of life, but particularly in complimenting her.
She'd made the mistake of telling him, flatly, that it was nauseating.
He'd spent a solid month afterwards composing the most outrageous quips and lines of flattery, which had included multiple pieces of poetry sprung on her without warning.
Finally losing patience, she had soulcast all six pages of the final one into crystal and thrown it at him.
He had laughed, and they had come to an agreement regarding a comfortable level of tolerable flirtation and flattery from him.
“You’re a faint breeze away from ending up at the bottom of a chasm,” she told him flatly.
He smiled, “You may need to think of something with more threat to it, my dear,” he said. “You know perfectly well that if a faint breeze did topple my hapless person into a chasm I’d only crawl out of it a day later far more annoying than when I’d plunged in.”
“Hm, with a tap dancing chull in tow, no doubt” she deadpanned in response, resting her head against his chest once more.
She felt the laugh vibrate through his ribs this time. It was a strange sensation, but not an unpleasant one.
He sobered again a moment later and said, “I’ll need to leave again, in the next few days. There’s somewhere else I must be. Something that proves even more irresistible than your delicious tongue, my dear.”
She nodded without comment. He did this, disappearing for sometimes weeks at a time. He had done it even when he’d acted as Elhokar’s Wit, and she’d had no illusions at all that she would be able to dissuade him of it. He always came back, typically just before she truly needed him. That was enough. She'd long since given up asking where he went.
She did appreciate that he’d started giving her some warning that he was going to vanish on her, however.
“I would like to discuss this further when I return,” he said, thoughtfully, fingers still carding absently through her hair, “I understand, and appreciate, your willingness to continue experiencing the true wonders my tongue can perform in physical matters, as well as mental,” she rolled her eyes, but he pressed on, apparently without noticing, “But I would like to have an open conversation, establish some rules, some tweaks to our relationship going forwards to allow it to blossom as it may.”
She smiled against him, “That would be wise, and appreciated,” she said slowly.
It still hadn't sunk in that he was so...Accepting of this. People usually had a broad range of reactions to her. Acceptance was rarely one of them.
Then, with more reluctance than she ever thought she would feel doing so, she pushed herself out of his arms and stood.
“I have work that must be attended to tonight, casualty reports from the latest battle, maps I wish to review before the strategy conference in the morning,” she said, adjusting her robe.
Wit propped himself up in bed and eyed her. She knew that he thought she should sleep, that she worked herself too long, and too hard. He had warned her about the dangers of relying on Investiture to push her body beyond its natural capabilities. Indeed, she had chided several of the younger Radiants with similar warnings, and forced them to rest.
But for herself? This had been her burden to bear for almost twenty years, now. She had already given so much of herself to it, and felt that it was still not enough, that this was a piece of advice she found it difficult to take.
He opened his mouth, and she expected him to protest, to urge her to return to bed with him, perhaps with some crass quip. Instead, he said, “How can I help?”
She smiled, and asked if he would fetch her copies of the maps from the room they used for study and preparation.
He pressed a small kiss to her cheek before moving off to do as she’d requested. Watching him go, she felt a faint stir of warmth inside her. Rather like the feeling she had when drawing in Stormlight.
The world was ending. They were embroiled in the midst of a centuries long war with the destructive embodiment of hatred, bent on their capitulation and eventually destruction. But in that moment, she allowed herself to be human, to be vulnerable, and open, and flawed.
In that moment, Jasnah allowed herself to be cared for. She allowed herself to be wanted, in a way she never truly believed she could be. She allowed herself to remember why they fought, why she had given so much of herself to saving this world. She allowed herself to live, for just a moment, before she returned to the fight.
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A/N: Look I didn’t expect this ship to happen to me either but hey! That’s just how life works in the year of or lord brandon sanderson 2020 so what can you do??????? He makes Jasnah happy and evidently that’s good enough for the rat brain. Except more fic at a later date bc I have 0 self control.
#jasnah kholin#hoid#rhythm of war#rhythm of war spoilers#stormlight archive#jasnah/hoid#jasnah/hoid fic#i cant think of a good ship name everything sounds Bad when u smoosh#might have to go for something esoteric. i'll think abt it#for now this'll have to do#tsa#tsa fic#my fic#taryn is COMPROMISED#long post#text post tag#have at it y'all
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About You || Part VIII
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PAIRING: Wanda Maximoff x Fem!Reader/OFC
Summary: Wanda had never known loss like she has until she lost Pietro. It’s debilitating. She can’t eat, can’t sleep, can’t even leave her house. Life is fading fast, and she’s not sure if she even wants to hang on. Enter you, a stranger that reconnects her to the daily things that makes life beautiful.
Warnings: Deals with loss & grief and the spectrum of emotions and depression that comes with it. Please note there is no glorification in any of this. Loss, grief, and depression are nothing beautiful. Also, please don’t hesitate or reach out for help if you are in a dark place. Love you, lovelies 💘
Genre: Angst & Romance
NOTE: Okay two more chapters and you finna be shook.
PART I || PART II || PART III || PART IV || PART V || PART VI || PART VII
PART VIII of X
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"So, you're dating now?"
Wanda smiles as Steve asks the question again, but this time, she won't lie.
"Yes," she tells him and watches him smile widely.
"Exclusivity is beautiful, isn't it?" Steve laughs while Wanda tries to not roll her eyes at his veiled words of 'I told you so.'
"She is beautiful, and she's mine," Wanda softly smiles.
"Are you scared?" He asked.
"Absolutely petrified," she admits, "but I want her more."
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"How was your day?"
The days have been coming to a quiet end, and the evenings after dinner are becoming Wanda's favorite.
There's something about being full of a warm homecooked meal, and settling on the couch with a fuzzy blanket that excites Wanda.
There's cuddling, hands sneaking under their shirts, and quiet kisses.
"I've got a commission for a painting," Wanda shares the good news which has you smiling.
"That's amazing considering you've been inactive for a year," you rub her back.
"I am amazing," she nods.
"And so humble," you laugh, pressing a kiss to her brow.
Wanda hums, sighing against the gesture of affections.
It's quiet, nothing but the TV playing mindlessly in the background as you enjoy each other's company.
"Do you ever miss your brother? Or the other guy?" Wanda asks, playing with the ends of your shirt.
"I think about them often, but I don't always miss them," you explain to her.
It was something Wanda feared. All she had left of Pietro were memories, and if she didn't miss him all the time, then what becomes of the memories?
You trace a line down Wanda's back, eliciting a shiver.
"We are not always grieving, and we are not forgetting. Growing means we can appreciate the past in the new light."
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"Where is she?" Natasha asks, digging into her salad while Wanda is painting.
"She's back at work," Wanda replies as she dips her brush into more water.
"And you're painting again," Natasha notes.
"Inspiration hits at the oddest times," Wanda smiles.
Natasha had seen Wanda shift many times. The hardest was seeing the girl grieve. There was nothing that could describe how she felt watching the life fade from her friend's eyes, the weight she has lost, and the trashed canvases.
But she had seen Wanda shift again when you came. It was slow, and Natasha is sure Wanda was barely tolerating your presence at first. But it was small and steady. The eating, the curiosity, and the waiting Natasha saw were wonderous.
"Do you still think about Pietro?" Natasha asks softly.
"Yes," Wanda admits, "All the time."
"Does it still hurt?"
"No," Wanda slowly answers.
She doesn't say much else, but Wanda can tell that Natasha wants to ask her why.
It was only something that Wanda had discovered over the last few days.
Wanda dips her brush in more water.
"Have you ever read the Children's Book, 'The Invisible String'?" Wanda asks, hearing Natasha hum in return.
"Pietro read to me all the time as a kid, especially after our parents died," Wanda dipped her brush in some blue paint. "I thought my string with Pietro was cut because I kept tugging on it, and I didn't know if Pietro could feel it."
"And?" Natasha asked.
"I think the string got so tangled with me constantly pulling on it that I forgot that the string still exists because I still feel the tug of it," Wanda stares at her painting. "You know what I think?"
"What?" Natasha asks with a smile.
"I think the string exists as long as I exist."
Natasha is happy with Wanda's answer. She finishes her salad before she watches her friend finish painting.
"You like watercolor?"
Wanda dipped her brush in water, looking at the lines that she drew underneath the paint.
"Yeah, it's truly a work of art."
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The sheets shuffled around as you felt Wanda get out of bed.
It turns out, Wanda gets the best hit of motivation and inspiration just as the sun comes up. She leaves to go to her studio to start painting but always makes sure to come back to wake you up with a kiss and tea.
You feel a tug on your left hand, and something cool being pressed across, before a rush of cool air being blow. But for the sake of Wanda, you keep your eyes closed.
When you wake up, you see a thin, red, squabbly circle painted around your wrist.
Then across your forearm, there was a scribbled message.
Your string leads to mine, should I show you?
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"How do you know mine leads to yours?"
You're sitting together at the counter with Wanda, tea, and coffee in hand before going to work.
"Because when you miss me, I feel it tugging on my heart," Wanda smiles sleepily.
"And when you miss me?" You ask with a tilt of your head and a grin.
"Then, I'm vigorously sending my love through the string until it tugs on your heart."
You can't help but smile wider because Wanda has such a way with words, and she's so honest and endearing.
Wanda sets her cup down, opening her arms until you come to settle into her arms, leaning on her.
You kiss the crown of her head, running your fingers through her unruly hair, laughing when it doesn't quite make a difference.
"I love the mornings with you," Wanda mumbles.
"You didn't before?"
"I couldn't stop thinking about how it was all temporary before, that eventually, you would leave and I would be alone."
"We're not always together, though," you remind her, brushing her hair slightly to the side.
"Even when we're apart, I think about how you'll come home to me," Wanda licks her lip.
You swallow, your heart feeling a little too full, and the only way to manage it is to press your lips to Wanda's.
They're in the privacy of their own home, but it felt scandalous to feel your hand underneath Wanda's shirt, your warm palm pressing between her bare shoulder blades.
You watch as Wanda's eyes flutter.
"What are you thinking about?" You ask against Wanda's lips.
"I'm thinking about how I'm in love with you."
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Days off were rare, but Wanda loved every time she got to laze around with you at 2PM on a Thursday.
You were currently on the couch, hoarding her right hand, grinning as you saw the same painted thin, red, squabbly circle.
There have been talks about tattooing it, but for now, Wanda diligently draws them on every day.
"What are you doing?"
"Don't move," you whine.
Wanda watches you with a slow smile as she feels scribbling on her arm.
When you finish, you give her a kiss right smack on her lips before going to grab late lunch. Or early dinner.
Wanda looks to see what you've written.
наша любовь это произведение искусства.
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Steve watched with happiness as Wanda chopped the vegetables.
"How's the painting going?"
"It's going," Wanda shrugs. Inspiration comes and goes, but she's close to finishing it.
"You should open your own gallery," Steve says. "I'll threaten people to come to opening night."
Wanda lets out a laugh knowing Steve would actually be politely handing out flyers. Steve closes his eyes, a joy from being about to hear such a sound from his friend again.
"How are things with her?" Steve asks, watching the way Wanda's eyes light up ever so subtly.
"She wants to find a new place with me," Wanda smiles.
"Why doesn't she move here?" Steve asks.
Wanda tilts her head, looking down at her vegetables.
"It takes her forever to get work. I want to be able to give her something too for all that she's done."
Steve settles into a soft smile, his eye catching something on Wanda's forearm.
"Is that Russian?" He asks.
Wanda catches him staring at her arm and flushes slightly.
"Yes," she tells him.
"What's it mean?"
"It means our love is a work of art."
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"Wanda...Wanda..."
Wanda wakes up groggily to see you hovering over her with a frown.
"What's wrong?" She asks as you lie your head back down on the pillow facing her.
"What if...what if our string gets tangled or breaks?"
Wanda can tell you've had a bad dream.
And for once, she's the courageous one, ready to offer you reassurances.
She rolls over, pushing you on your back, hovering over you with her body pressed to yours as her fingers slide against your jaw.
"Our string can get tangled, it can be pulled on, it can even get lost," Wanda says, her breath on your lips. "But it will never break because as long as we exist, we will always find a way to each other."
Tears spill over your eyes as Wanda kisses you deep and slow.
That morning when you wake up, surprised to have slept through Wanda waking up.
You see the diligently painted red thin circle around your wrist, and the words this morning makes you cry.
If anyone could show me life is worth living, it is you.
PART IX
#mm: my fics#series: about you#wanda maximoff x OFC#wanda maximoff x you#wanda maximoff x reader#scarlett witch imagine#scarlet witch x reader#Wanda Maximoff Imagine#avengers au#avengers imagine#avengers reader insert#marvel reader insert#marvel au#modern avengers au
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Finally emptied my askbox!
Well, to be more accurate, I finished all my requests. The askbox ate the original ask, so shoutout to the anon who wanted Hisoka angst!
“I don’t know if I can trust you.”
Hisoka x Reader
It was insidious.
At first your curiosity was small. Harmless. When you heard the up-and-coming Mankai Company was having an act-off against the famed God Troupe, you knew that you had to catch both their performances. God Troupe’s performance was flashy and impactful as always, and while the leads of Mankai had a subtle flair of their own, it was one of their supporting cast members that truly caught your eye. You were captivated by his unique stage presence. He appeared confident and secure in his acting but underneath it all you could sense a hint of sadness that drew you in further.
To your shock and utter delight, he plays one of the leads in his sub-troupe’s next play.
“Hisoka…” you whisper to yourself as you trace the actor’s name on the flyer you received.
His gaze pierced straight through your heart, leading you to make an impulsive decision. Quickly scrounging up what leftover funds you had for the month, you resolve to attend all of their performances.
Watching Hisoka act night after night onstage makes your heart bleed for this man that you hadn’t even officially met. Again, you resonate with the melancholic aura that he gives off. It’s silly, really – the most interaction you’ve had with him was at the end of each play when the actors went to the lobby to personally thank and see their patrons off, yet there was just something so hauntingly beautiful about the man, and before you knew it you were drawn in deep.
You wanted to know more.
Days pass after the play’s closing night and you feel as if you’re in a drought – deprived of your favorite muse.
‘Maybe it’s for the best. Maybe I should just keep this admiration as a fan, after all.’
Trying to lift up your spirits, you visit a newly opened cat café. As you walk through the doors, a paw-shaped bell gently chimes and a smile blooms on your face. Immediately, you are comforted by the mellow atmosphere that the establishment exudes. While you take your time to observe the café, a white Japanese bobtail cat walks up to you and gently nuzzles your leg, trying to grab your attention. You slowly squat down to pet the feline and it purrs at your touch.
“Welcome.” a familiar voice greets you sleepily.
Looking up, you yelp in surprise and fall onto your bum at the realization that the worker in front of you is Hisoka. Unperturbed, the fluffy cat you were petting moves over to plop down into your lap.
“Marshmallow.” Hisoka chides lightly, picking up the fur ball and cradling it in his arms. “You’re not supposed to play with the customers until they’ve gotten a table.”
The cat mewls lowly in response, and your heartbeat quickens at the affectionate smile that spreads on Hisoka’s face.
“I’m surprised that Marshmallow has taken a liking to you so easily.” He mumbles, shooting you a curious glance. “Anyway, please follow me to sign a waiver for playing with the cats.”
You quickly read through the document and sign the paper without fuss. Hisoka looks over it and nods before leading you to a table low enough for you to interact with the cats but still kneel comfortably.
Somehow, amidst your internal freak-out, you manage to address Hisoka, “Do you have any recommendations?”
His eyes immediately light up and you find his giddiness to be infectious as he lists several suggestions. “The hot chocolate with marshmallow crème is good. So is the s’mores cupcake – they put a giant toasted marshmallow on top. Oh, but the chocolate marshmallow mousse is also one of our best-sellers…”
You stifle a laugh and scratch the ears of the fluffy white cat in your lap. “I take it that you’re the one that named Marshmallow, then?”
“Oh, I’m sorry, did I get carried away again? The manager says I need to work on that. Something about how not all people would want to eat marshmallows when they’re here, which is ridiculous.” Hisoka mutters the last sentence under his breath, but you still manage to catch what he says and find it quite endearing paired with the pout on his face.
“It’s fine. Those all sound amazing, and I’m going to be here awhile, so I’ll have those three that you mentioned.” You say with what you hope is a reassuring smile.
“Okay. I’ll be back with your marshmallows soon.” He quirks a shy smile before heading back to the kitchen with your order.
Once he’s out of sight you let out a huge sigh, grabbing at your chest, willing your heartbeat to slow down. As if sensing your distress, Marshmallow meows loudly and rubs his head against your hand.
“Alright, alright.” You murmur in a placating tone and obligingly scratch behind Marshmallow’s ears. He makes a satisfied chirping noise in response. Minutes pass by as you absentmindedly pet the cat while you take in the café’s ambience.
Hisoka returns with a serving tray full of marshmallow treats as promised, and your mouth waters as he sets them on the table. You turn your gaze away from the table to thank Hisoka but find that he is also transfixed on your food. A pout appears on his face and the gaze in his eyes as he regards the marshmallows is almost longing.
Mustering up your courage, you ask, “Um… would you like to join me? I kinda just realized that this is way too much for me to finish by myself…”
Hisoka’s gaze locks onto yours, his expression the liveliest you’ve ever seen off stage. “You sure?”
Brain short-circuiting over how adorable he looks, you only barely manage to nod back.
“Hold on.” Hisoka says, rushing off to the kitchen with an unnatural speed. Before you can really process the interaction, he’s already back at your table and kneeling opposite from you. “My manager said I can take a break for a short while since there’s not too many customers right now. Thanks for sharing your marshmallows…” he trails off. Realizing you forgot to introduce yourself, you immediately do so.
He softly smiles in return. “My name is Hisoka Mikage.”
“Ah, I have to confess that I already knew that.” You laugh nervously. His eyes narrow at you in suspicion, and you honestly don’t blame him. However, the dangerous aura he suddenly exudes has you recoiling a bit. “I, uh… I’ve seen you act before in the Mankai Company.”
His demeanor relaxes ever so slightly at your explanation, but you can tell he’s still on edge.
“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable. It’s just that I’m a big fan of your acting and I can’t really believe that I’m seeing you outside of your show runs.”
Still, Hisoka remains silent, staring at you coolly from across the table. Wordlessly, you slide over the chocolate marshmallow mousse to his side as a sort of placating gesture. Hisoka’s eyes narrow even further, squinting at the dessert as if it had personally offended him.
“Is this a bribe?
“…Is it working?”
Hisoka puts a spoonful of the mousse into his mouth and hums thoughtfully as he takes his time to savor the flavor. Seconds pass agonizingly slow before he simply nods at you.
“Apology accepted.”
You feel as if a huge weight is lifted off of your shoulders.
From that day forward you get to know more about Hisoka Mikage, rather than Hisoka the Winter Troupe member of Mankai Company who you so ardently idolized.
And so what if you still idolized him for that? It’s not like it took away from the real affection you had for him as a friend.
‘Only as a friend.’ You think to yourself glumly.
You were thankful for his friendship, really. After that day you two officially met, you frequented the café quite often. In return, Hisoka would set aside his break time for whenever you stopped by. Your relationship had gotten close enough that he felt comfortable resting his head in your lap. You always teased him for this, calling him a “cuddle monster that can only be satiated by naps and marshmallows”. Hisoka has no qualms with this and completely accepts his role.
However, despite the progress you’ve made, you could sense that there’s a barrier he always had up. You could tell that he was trying but there were times that Hisoka would get a faraway look in his eyes as the two of you lazed about. It was during these moments that you felt so close but still so far from him.
One day, he decides that the two of you should hang out at a beach – which is frankly quite ridiculous given the season. Within the first few minutes of arriving, Hisoka remains silent, so you decide to tell him as such.
“So… what’s the reason for taking to me to the beach on this cold winter day?” you joke, trying to lighten the heavy aura Hisoka exudes.
His eyes suddenly snap over to yours as if broken out of a reverie. Just as you’re about to let it be – Hisoka gets into these moods at times, after all – he replies.
“This beach is a place I’ve only shared with my troupe members; it’s a significant place to who I was – to who I am. You’ve become an…” he pauses, mulling over his words carefully. “…important person to me. I can’t explain it, but there’s something about you that makes me feel safe. But–“
Filled with a surge of affection at his words, you blurt out, “Would you like to maybe make this official?”
Hisoka stares at you incomprehensively.
‘Hell, I’ve gotten this far already.’ You think to yourself, thoroughly embarrassed, but determined. ‘I may as well let it all out.’
“I’m sorry if I’m coming on too strong, but this has been on my mind for a long while. Ever since we met at the café – maybe even long before that, when I first saw your acting,” You give him a watery smile. “I was so intrigued by you. I always felt like there was something that just drew me to you. You can’t believe how ecstatic I was that we were able to become friends. But lately, it just hasn’t been enough for me. I’m sorry. I’ve fallen for you.”
Your eyes squeeze shut, scared to see his reaction.
“I love you, Hisoka. If you’ll have me, I’d like the chance to make you happy as your friend, but even more so as your partner.”
Seconds tick by, your anxiety skyrocketing in the silence, when Hisoka’s words strike straight through your heart.
“I can’t.”
“…Oh.” Your voice cracks, tears welling up in your eyes at his rejection. “I see. I totally get it. Don’t worry, you don’t have to be obligated or anything because of my feelings. I’m sorry – “
“Wait.” Hisoka cuts you off then makes a frustrated noise. “It’s not you, I promise.” He grabs your arm causing you to freeze in place, preventing you from making your escape. “It’s not fair to you. I know it isn’t, but…”
“But?” you prompt.
“I don’t know if I can trust you.” Hisoka mumbles, head bowed low, unable to look you in the eye. “…and it kills me.”
He takes a deep breath before continuing.
“There are things that I’m still trying to figure out for myself – things I’m still trying to figure about myself. To drag you into it would be selfish of me. You don’t deserve that.”
“And if I said I didn’t care?” you sob. “What if I told you that I want to help you through it?”
Hisoka makes a pained expression at your words, letting go of your arm as if he was burned. He returns back to his shell that you so desperately tried to pull him out of. “I couldn’t ask you to do that. This is my burden to bear… I’m sorry.”
And just like that, he walks away.
The next day you go to the café where you first met. You pet Marshmallow when he comes over to you as you take a seat at your usual spot, but Hisoka never shows up.
#a3!#a3#a3! fanfic#hisoka mikage#hisoka x reader#a3! hisoka#a3game#a3! scenarios#director make us queue
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Laughter is just as Sweet (Part 3)
Sanders Sides
Ship: Could be seen as Logicality
Category: Tickling
Characters: Ler Patton, Lee Logan!
Summary: The sides have been eating a little too many sweets and Patton is hear to show them that they're not the only thing that is sweet.
Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4
Roman and Patton cuddled watching cartoons after their little tickle session. But a little while later he got up.
"Are you on the prowl again Pat?"
"You know it, gotta catch your partner in crime" he winked.
Roman chuckled at the joke "Go get him" he said smile turning feral. He just wanted Logan to get what he deserved because he left him ( since he went *nyoom*).
With that Patton fled the scene.
He had been looking for a good while but Logan was nowhere to be found...
Logan's Pov.
Logan currently was all over the place and was just running from the inevitable. I mean he did know he'd he caught eventually, but why not make it harder. Somewhere in the back of his mind he was hoping he'd get caught, but at the same time he hoped that Patton would give up.
Right now he was hiding in his room under his bed. To be honest he knew this was not a good place to hide but he was running out of options. Patton was really good at hide and seek. But he was knocked back into reality when he heard his voice making him hold his breath.
Back to Patton
"Hmm where is he" he growled.
He decided to try Logan's room it was a fifty percent chance he'd actually hide there. But he might as well try.
"Logi~ where are you?" he said as he opened his door.
Logan legit just froze like a statue.
"It's not very nice to keep the Tickle monster waiting~, the Tickle monster is hungry~"
Logan watched Patton's movements from under the bed going silent when he got closer.
"Wouldn't it be great if I got to taste your cute giggles~"
Logan blushed, the blood rushing through out his body like never ending adrenaline.
Patton frowned when nothing seemed to happen, but something was telling him that Logan indeed was hiding somewhere in here. So he decided to up the ante and pulled out some feathers. Twirling them in his fingers, one of them was big and fluffy, another was not as fluffy but silk like, and the last was stiff but equally as tickly.
Logan gulped he was quite feather sensitive and the thought of feathers all over his body was making his lee mood even stronger.
All of a sudden Logan's eyes widened when he saw the feathers that Patton had fall to the ground. They fell lightly gliding on the air and landed softly on the floor. They fell right in front in the bed.
Logan couldn't conceal the whimper than left his mouth, so he tried backing up further under the bed. But there was a pole and he hit his head on it in the process.
"Ouch" he said quietly then he froze again hopefully that wasn't enough sound to alert Patton.
He waited for a moment nothing, Patton's figure didn't move from where he was standing. He thought he didn't hear anything so he sighed in relief.
"Gotcha" Patton said all of a sudden
Logan wasn't sure why he said it but it didn't matter because now he was face to face with Patton himself.
"Found youuuu~" he purred.
Shocked, Logan sputtered out a "how did you know?" though he probably heard him making noise.
"I had a hunch" he smiled brightly.
A hunch!? Patton really found him because he had a feeling? he cursed at the fact that Patton was good at guessing.
"Anyway, now I have to tickle you"
"Waihihit! I'm sorry for trying to steal cookies!" He shouted.
"Awe I forgive you...but you shouldn't say sorry to me you should say it to poor Roman, after all it was you who left him and he had to take the punishment".
"I-I can apologize to him!"
Patton giggled "A little too late for that" as he grabbed Logan's ankle making him squeak.
Patton dragged Logan out from under his bed and sat on his waist, but unlike Virgil and Roman they were on their backs Logan was on his stomach.
"What a lovely canvas I have" he said as he pushed Logan's shirt up to reveal his back.
Logan squirmed feeling the cool air on his warm back. And just as he feared he saw Patton's hand grab the feathers that he dropped earlier.
"Hey, Lo what's something that is just as sweet as cookies?"
Surprised at the sudden question.
He said "giggles?"
Patton gasped.
"Wow! you got it correct" Patton said happily.
"Now...the Tickle monster must reward you"
Apon hearing this Logan started to squirm even more to try and escape.
"N-no that's ok he doesn't have to-" his words being interrupted with a squeal when he felt a finger slide down his back.
"Oh but he does" Patton replied in a teasy tone.
And with that Patton chose a feather and started to draw like it was a pencil.
"Eehehehek!" Logan yelped
"Does it tickle?"
"Yohohou knohohohw ihihit dohohoes!!"
"I guess I forgot...that your ticklish" Patton said with a grin.
God if Logan could just crawl out of his skin he sure would of done it by now. If this teasing continues he certainly won't survive.
"Say Lo, can you guess what I'm drawing?"
Since Logan was in a loop of giggles he just nodded his head.
Patton started to draw a flower relishing all the squeals and squeaks that were made in the process.
"Can you guess what I drew?"
"Ihihi thihink yohuhu mahehede a flohohower" he said with his giggles.
"Yes, that's correct!"
"You know if guess right you get a prize".
"What's the prize?" he asked
"More Tickles!" the fatherly trait said as he ditched the feather and started to squeeze his sides.
"AH-hahahah!" Logan squealed.
"Mmmmm what adorable laughter you have it's quite delicious".
"Ihihits nahahaht dehelihicious!!"
"It's not?, But the Tickle monster says it's a five star meal, not to mention it's super duper cute!"
"Nohohoho!" Logan giggled
"Oooh we can't forget your blushy wushy face!"
Logan was just about dying so he covered his face with his hands.
"Hey cutie pie don't hide your pretty face"
The logical side just ignored him and continued to giggle in his hands.
Patton pouted, but then got an idea. He reached to tickle his ribs and armpits. Just as he thought Logan shot his arms down to protect himself. And he grabbed both arms and secured them under his legs restraining them.
"There we go!, now we can see that cute face that everyone knows and loves."
"Pahahatohohon!!!"
"Yeeeeeeees that's my name" he joked
"Pleahehese!"
"Please what?"
"Lihihighter tihihickles!!" he squeaked
"Ok! light it is"
Patton just went back to tracing Logan's back with the feathers.
"Hehehehe!" he giggled
"Is this better Logi?"
"Yehehes Ihihits fihihihine" he answered
Looking at how happy Logan looked made Patton just melt he really liked to tickle the sides to make them feel better.
It had been about 15 minutes of light tracing with the feathers. And Patton gave Logan a break to calm down from his giggle high. After he had calmed down he said something that surprised Patton a bit.
"U-umm Patton?"
"Yes?"
"C-could you do that a-again?"
"Do what? a smirk starting taking over.
"T-the thing y-you did with the feathers that caused me to laugh" he explained.
"You mean when I was tickling you?"
"Y-yes when you where ti-yeah that" he said as he blushed.
"Awwe sure I'd love to"
Logan guessed Patton was going around tickling each side because they including him we're a bit sad about being banned form cookies for a while.
So just as Logan requested Patton continued lightly tickling his back for as long as he wanted him to.
Hey! You've reached the end hope you enjoyed sorry if there were spelling mistakes. (Part 4) Final will be out soon prob in the next few days. Have a good day :D
Little note: I had to add the nyoom it was funny tag 🤣
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Holidays - Clintasha advent 2020
"A secret Santa?", Natasha asked: "What's that?" Steve smiled: "We write our name on cards, fold it and put it in a bowl. Everyone picks a card and has to get a present for the person on the card. We gather the presents under the tree and nobody will know from whom his or her present is from." "Yeah. Thank you Steve. So. You're in, Nat?", Clint looked at her with puppy eyes. She turned soft and sighed "And I thought that your Santa Guy does all the work." They laughed and wrote their names on the cards. One by one they picked them up.
"Okay, does everyone have a counterpart? No cheating! No telling!"
"Who have you got?", Clint tried as he walked to the gym with his partner. "No telling," she quoted Cap. "That's the spirit!" "Yeah, it's still bullshit." "Aww, don't say that. You promised me to get along." "And you promised to steal a jet and fly me out of this Christmas dump when it's getting too glittery and holiday-ish." He laughed "And I mean it." "Good."
He got Cap. Piece of cake. At least it was not Tony. What do you get a billionaire who had literally everything? But Steve was a sentimental old chap. He only had to get a vinyl with old music or some memorabilia from the 40ies or something. But still he was curious who Nat had to get a present for.
Steves POV…. Well, sort of...
The weeks flew by and they had few missions. Everyone was chilled and the Christmas spirit lay upon them. Clint and Steve were in the kitchen on a Sunday morning, baking cookies, as Nat shuffled up. She looked grumpy and took a seat, eyed the boys as they were wearing aprons and singing carols. "Morning Nat. Slept well?" Steve asked with the brightest smile. She didn't answer and Clint passed her a mug of coffee as she always drinks it. Her fingers touched his shortly, it does not seemed to be a big deal but Steve noticed it anyway. Clint came back to his work. Steve had just taken a tray out of the oven. "Mhm, yum!" Clint reached for one cookie but Steve held him back. "They're hot!", he scolded. "Yes mom!", Clint answered. "So Nat, we want to go to the big tree in the city when it's getting dark. A little window shopping, grab something to eat and so on. Wanna come?", Steve tried to convince her. She looked up from her coffee. "Sure." Clint had blown a cookie and went to Nat again. "Try them, they are so good!" He held the cookie to her mouth and lets her take a bite.
Another very private move as Steve registered. She smiled "Indeed, they ARE good. Can't believe you two made them!", she smiled. "Thanks. You're invited to help us do the icing and decorating." "And you can eat all the cookies you want - we have made plenty.", Clint whispered and Steve nodded. "You are adorable. All right." "Come here." She stood up and came to the counter. Clint approached and tied a apron around her. She looked kind of embarrassed. As she raised to mock he said: "No, you have to. You don't want to get icing or glitter all over you." "There is glitter?", she asked baffled but Steve just shrugged his shoulders, grinning.
It turned out that Nat was quite creative and gave attention on details in decorating the cookies. So they got some awesome snowflakes and trees. "Look Nat, I've made us as gingerbread people!" Clint presented two cookie assasins with a little gear on, one with red hair, one with a bow. It wasn't perfect but recognizable and very sweet. And suddenly Nat laughed. Steve had never hear her laugh like this before. But apparently Clint had. He was a little proud. Both, of the cookie and his ability to make her laugh like that. Steve was aware that there was chemistry between them. More than ever. She seemed to be more relaxed when Clint was with her. No one knew what they were like when they were alone but know he got a glimpse. And somehow it made him happy.
On December 24, Steve and Clint set up the tree in the common room. It was a big tree. The rest of the Avengers came to have a look and to give suggestions for the decorations. They argued like children. Nat sat by Clints side and helped him detangle Christmas lights. For her it wasn't important in which colour the tree was decorated, she just was amused by her boys. Everyone wanted a different colour, mostly the one that their uniform holds. "How about we all add something to the tree. Maybe looks a little bit chaotic but you like blinking and changing lights on trees, for gods sake," She finally interrupted the brawlers.
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It was late this evening. Nat snuck to the common room. She wanted to place her secret Santa present. As she entered the room, Clint rose from the sofa. "What are you doing here?", she asked surprised and hid her present behind her back. "Waiting for Santa. And you?" "Wanted to bring my present in. Forgot it over the day." "Yeah." "Yeah." She kneeled down so he couldn't see what and where she was hiding it.
The room wasn't lit up, they wanted to present the tree and the whole room in the morning.
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"Rise and shine! It's Christmas time!" Clint stood before Natashas bed where she'd fallen asleep with a book still by her side.
In the morning they had a big breakfast altogether. Everyone was wearing ugly sweaters. Even Nat, some elves had left her one at the doorstep. After they had finished, they all went into the common room.
Clint and Steve had thrived themselves and it looked simply great. They had even set up a fake chimney with stockings for everyone. The tree was lit up and pretty. They had rearranged the sofas and it was cozy with blankets, cookies on plates on the table. Before they all sat down, Steve gave out coffee or hot chocolate. Christmas carols were the background noises. "You did quite the job, it looks amazing!", Nat praised. Clint slid next to her, holding a cocoa. "We spared no expenses," he laughed.
"Presents!", Thor insisted. The norse god had found like on this holiday.
And so it started. One by one they got their presents. Nat got a pair of expensive looking earrings and she assumed that they came from Tony. Clint was the last one to open his present. It was a simple box with a white silk inlay and a strip of paper. On the paper something was written by a typewriter or a printout from a printer. It just said: "Later.".
"Okay, who fucked it up and got no present?" Tony looked to one another, clearly pissed. Clint waved him away "It says later. For whatever that means." "It means: I fucked up and need time to get to the next 7-11 to buy some trash." Ironman got upset. "No need to get angry. I'm sure time will tell."
Much later that day Clint sat on one of the sofas, just relaxing by the tree and flipping trough a new book he got. He wasn't that mad that his secret Santa had not showed up by now but if he found out who it was, he would maybe throw a tantrum. He heard a noise and looked up. Nat came in, holding a tray with a plate and two mugs.
"Mind if I join you?", she asked looking at him. "Would i ever reject you?" So she sat next to him. "Brought you our gingerbread selves. Wanna eat them?" He smiled, than they ate the tiny assasins and drank cocoa. She looked around the room. It was a few minutes to 12 and they were alone. Everything was silent "Still no secret Santa?", she asked quietly. "Hell no. It's an impudence… if I get my hands on...-", he stopped. He understood. She turned to look at him and he looked back. "You are my secret Santa?", he pronounced the obvious and all of a sudden his throat got dry. She noded slowly. What could she have as a present that she couldn't have given him in front of the others? Her eyes fixated his. She reached behind a cushion and grabbed something. "Sorry to kept you waiting this long. I know you were upset.", she handed him a mistletoe. Clint looked confused at the branch in his hand, then back at her face. "A kiss? You are giving me a kiss?", he slowly said. She cleared her throat "If you want to. Or I'll go to the next 7-11, as Tony suggested." Clint sniggerd and lifted the mistletoe over their heads. She drew nearer as his free hand laid on her cheek carefully. Their eyes met, both were a little nervous. Clint throws the branch to the floor only to cup her face fully. Eventually they kissed, their eyes shut.
They kissed long and intensely. Her hands ran trough his hair. "That's a wonderful present. Thank you," he whispered, his forehead touched hers. "You're welcome." "Sooo, was this a one-kiss-only-gift, or…," he teased. "What, you want more of that?", she laughed and gave him a smooch on the cheek. "Hey, you missed!", he said and laid his arms around her, pulling her closer. "I'm not like you Mister i-can't-seem-to-miss.", she replied, gently stroking her hands on Clints chest. "Wanna try again then?"
And though all that Steve stood in the doorway, looking at this couple of master assassins kissing and cuddling and his heart was full. This truly was a Christmas miracle.
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SECRETS AND JEALOUSY
REQUEST FOR: @tweedlydumbtweedlydoo
SUMMARY: you’re in a secret relationship and another cast member flirts causing jealously
⚠️WARNING⚠️: cussing, jealousy.
A/N : i think I might want to do request/ scenarios with character/ cast of obx in one post so like example first kiss and then everyone be under it so you can read who you want I’ll also do this for your requests. Happy reading :).
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DREW-
You’re apart of the obx cast you play a character who has just moved to the outerbanks you and your family are not rich nor poor, neither a kook or a pogue. You’re still currently filming season 1, this being your first acting gig ever you’re nervous and excited Drew having more experience has been helping you which causes you guys to get very close and start dating.
The relationship is still new so the rest of the cast don’t know yet, it’s very hard for you to hang out with everyone and not have drew hold you close but you both decided it was best to keep it a secret while you guys still figure everything out.
You are all at cookout after a long day of filming you were all planning on ordering in but when you found out Austin has never had cookout you all instantly decided you were going there and force the man to eat, you were squished between Madison and Deion all waiting for your food discussing the day.
“Dude that scene we did today was INSANE” Rudy said happily
“I can’t believe we pulled it off in one take man, usually takes us forever” chase said shocked
“Only reason I didn’t mess up because I was starving and the sooner we get it done the sooner we can eat” you said feeling your stomach growl
Just then the waiter with your food came out passing everything to everyone but you all didn’t eat waiting for Austin to eat his food and see his reaction
“What ? Why are you all staring at me ?” Austin said with wide eyes and confusion
“We are waiting for you to shove that hamburger in your face to see your reaction duh” Madison stated as if it’s the obvious thing in the world after she said that everyone else started saying duh which led to Austin rolling his eyes at everyone being dramatic
Austin was about to take a bite when drew stopped him, “wait someone needs to take a video of this moment, yanno to catch some history”
“I’m already ahead of you” you smiled over at him from across the table with your phone at the ready to record.
Drew sent a wink your way which made you blush, Deion seemed to have noticed the small interaction and scooter closer to you but you brushed it off because he was on the edge and you didn’t want him to fall off.
“Ok Y/N get your camera ready cause I’m going in” Austin said bringing the hamburger closer you hit the record button and watched as everyone went silent and moved closer to Austin who opened his mouth wide and took a bite you all watched and waited in anticipation
“that... was.... SOO GOOD” Austin exasperates eyes wide and a content smile on his mouth before he went in for another bite.
You all laughed you hit the end record button and held the phone out for everyone to watch the master piece you just caught.
The video ended and you all busted out into laughter “his face when he realized how good it was is hilarious” madelyn said trying to catch her breath you felt a tap to your right to look at Deion
“I would say send that to me but I don’t have your number” Deion stated with his phone out to you before he continued “which is odd that I don’t have a sexy girl like yourselfs number” Deion said in a deep voice staring at you. You didn’t even have to look up at Drew to know his face was red as mars you could feel the heat the was radiating off the man
You laughed Deion’s attempt at flirting with you off and took his phone putting your number in then handing it back to him instead of a thank you he kissed your cheek you froze completely still not knowing what to do while everyone else stared confused.
JD opened his mouth about to say something when all of a sudden the styrofoam cup drew was holding incredibly tight broke in half which allowed his soda to spill all over the place.
“Bro you good?” Chase asks drew who was still holding the cup and his hand was shaking he was sooo mad he was staring at Deion with soo much anger. You reached your foot over to Drew’s and started to stroke his leg with yours in a way to calm him down without the others noticing.
He looked at you and you slowly nodded at him in a way of saying it’s ok calm down he got the message.
“Yeah man I’m good, they really need to switch cups they’re flimsy” he said still sorta Mad
“The cups are fine man you just hulked out on it” chase laughed
That seemed to brighten his mood up and he laughed as well the night continued on smoothly after that you all ended up in chase and Rudy’s apartment hanging out while they all goofed off you were sitting next to madelyn while drew and Rudy hoped on one foot sayin flamingo up dude in a weird voice which made you fall on the floor crying it was soo funny.
“Hey y’all imma head out see ya tomorrow” Deion hollered over the music he was about to open the door when suddenly “OH I ALMOST FORGOT” he yelled running over to you picking you up and spinning your around kissing you in both cheeks “I have to say goodnight to the cutest girl i know” he exclaimed madelyn was about to say something but was cut off by a very pissed Drew.
“OK THATS IT ! I know what we agreed on Y/N but I’m sorry I can’t take this anymore it’s torture acting all cool while I watch someone FLIRT WITH MY GIRL AND I JUST HAD TO SIT THERE, Deion man I love you but she is taken by me” Drew said grabbing your arm and pulling you to him kissing the top of your head “and I love her man” Drew finishes staring down at you sweetly.
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RUDY-
You found out about the roll of a character named Emma Dean In the show outerbanks from your friend Austin North who was planning on auditioning for Topper when he read Emma’s character description and personality he thought of you and told you about it, you and Austin decided to practice and rehearse with one another. It was a great day when you both got the rolls and were sent out to Charleston, South Carolina.
You knew you were going to make life long friends who soon became your family you knew you would have great memories with everyone apart of this project, but what you didn’t know was that you would find love Among one of the cast members. Everyone in the cast was very attractive no doubt but one blonde with blue eyes caught your eye the most none other then Rudy pankow who played JJ.
You being Jake short’s twin sister have known Austin for years, you guys were very close but you didn’t have a brother/sister relationship so you were not surprised when you would get asked occasionally if you two were dating fans have asked that for years and no matter how many times you denied it the fans didn’t believe you. But what surprised you was one night at the club you and Austin had been dancing for a considerably long time you went to get grad a drink and Rudy followed you “hey um are you and Austin a thing ?” Rudy asked nervously scratching the back of your head.
You busted out laughing “oh my god no not at all we’ve known each other for years but we get asked that ALL THE TIME” you said emphasizing the last part
“Oh thank god” Rudy sighed relieved “well with that out of the way I just wanted to say that you’re very pretty and a great person and I was just wondering if I could take you out sometime? Chase and ate at this great brunch cafe and all I thought Of was taking you there” Rudy stated
“Aww Rudy I would love too that would be great” you smiled hugging him, over the past few weeks you and Rudy would go out to eat places or just hang out at the beach his place, yours. After about the first month he asked you to be his girlfriend of course you said yes.
Well that was 2 months ago you and Rudy were still happily dating, the cast had no idea it wasn’t a secret at all it just simply never came up you being cuddled into Rudy wasn’t out of the ordinary for you or anyone the cast just thought you guys were very close and flirty.
They knew Rudy loved you but thought he was too afraid to tell you but didn’t push it either, Rudy, chase, you, and Jd were all at Austin’s house hanging out.
“You know what we should play?” You asked the group all of them following asking what you snapped your head over at Austin smiling at him mischievously he smiled back already knowing what you were going to say.
“JUST DANCE” you both screamed at the top of your lungs you sprang up out from beside Rudy jumping into Austin’s arms saying jinx, everyone laughed at how well you and Austin knew what the other was thinking except for Rudy who was still in the sleeping bag being quiet.
Austin plugged his wii in and started the game up while everyone stood up getting ready taking off shoes and jackets and anything that could ruin their chance of winning.
“I’ll go get drinks and snacks for everyone” you said walking to the kitchen picking up everyone’s favorite snacks and grabbing water bottles heading back into the living room.
“Ladies first” JD said passing the remote to you. “Ok fine but this is how we are going to play” you said about to continue your spiel you saw Rudy smirk and smile at you you winked at him knowing he loves when you get bossy and controlling.
“We are only doing the duet dances” you said but was cut off when Rudy and JD ran to each other hugging already teaming up.
“No no no not how this works” you said pulling them apart, “ladies first I pick my person to dance with and whoever has the high score stays up and he next person goes and so on and so forth, got it ??” You said more as a statement then a question eyeing the two boys.
“Yes maam” JD said going to the snack table to get his Welch’s snack things you went to walk to the center of the room but was stopped when Rudy grabbed your ass squeezing it and whispering into your ear “I love when you take control over situations it turns me on it’s soo hot” he said softly to only you while his lips brush against your ear “watch out what ya wish for babe” you said seductively turning and walking off
You took the remote and clicked on a song/dance Austin saw what it was and stood up so fast it startled chase who was sitting next to him
“You just gave me a fucking heart attack man” chase whined
“Oh my god Y/N this is our song !!” Austin cheered Rudy who was staring you down after turning him on and walking off being a tease which he loved but also got on his nerves but it always ended up being ok in the end because it made the sex 10x better, clenched his jaw and fish while sucking his teeth and shaking his head at what Austin said Rudy doesn’t like that fact that his girl was so close to another man that was not him he isn’t controlling or anything of that sort, there is just a line and Austin crosses that line multiple times a day and it drives the man nuts.
“Hell yeah it’s our song and I’m going to beat you” you turned to Austin and poked at his chest telling him you’re going to beat him.
“We’ll see Y/NN, we’ll see” Austin said confidently you clicked start and got ready for it to start playing so you could dance and beat Austin at his own game ( literally ).
“Ahaha I told you I’d win !” You cheered jumping up and down, “yeah yeah congrats, but for the record I let you win I always let you win” Austin said with his hands up
“ oh suck it up buttercup” you said going to grab water. “Ok whatever love bug” Austin said laughing at your face when he used the nick name your brother calls you.
After Austin said that Rudy sped walked out of the apartment and slammed the door shut you all got up and followed after Rudy. “Hey man wait up” chase said catching up to Rudy who was already making his way out to his car.
“Rudy wait, what’s wrong?” You asked concerned. “Nothing is wrong I’m just peachy” Rudy said smiling the fakest smile you’ve ever seen he ripped his car door open with so much force you thought he would have broken it off completely.
“Woah bro calm down you’re gunna break your car” Austin said slightly amazed at how strong he was. “Yeah that won’t help bro you never tell someone who is upset to calm down” JD stated
“Rudy let’s talk please tell me what’s wrong, I want to h-“ you were cut off abruptly by Rudy kissing you very hard with lots of lust but also passion and last but not least....love you could tell how much he loved you from that kiss you have not said those three little words yet but the both of you knew it he knew you loved him and vise Versa the both of you knew that by the tiny little things you did for the other.
Austin, JD, and chase stood back all sharing smiles happy about the cute little scene playing out in front of them. Rudy finally pulled away first and rested his forehead on yours smiling at you with so much adoration.
“I love you Y/N I love you soo fucking much” Rudy whispered to you but loud enough for the others to hear.
“And I love you more so much more” you smiled with tears in you eyes you wrapped your arms around him and hugged him so hard he held you even tighter.
“Ok now that that’s over, what was up with you having a hissy fit?” JD questioned amused
“I got jealous Austin and y/n being soo close and all the cute little nicknames just made me mad man” Rudy said running his hands through his hair.
“Wait seriously? You were Jealous of me and y/n? Austin questioned “yeah man I was am sorta” Rudy said Austin just looked at you and bursted out laughing
“This isn’t fucking funny” Rudy said getting mad again “yeah it is man bro really don’t worry about it y/n and I are just friends, best friends that’s it that’s all it is all it will ever be man” Austin assured
“So you don’t love my girl?” Rudy asked shyly
“Of course I love her Rudy, but not in that way it’s purely platonic. Don’t worry man I’m not trying to take your girl away” Austin said kindly
“That’s it that’s why you’re mad? Wait are y’all even together?” Chase asked confused
“Uh yeah we are we have been for 3 months now” you said smiling up and your boyfriend Rudy “it wasn’t a secret by the way we just didn’t want to be weird and announce it and no one ever asked” Rudy shrugged chase ran over to Rudy and picked him up and jumping up and down.
“My man” chase cheered happily putting Rudy down “ok ok can we go now?” Rudy questioned everyone “yes yes we can” you said getting in the passenger side.
“Drive to yours fast it’s closer” you said buckling up your seat belt
“You like when I’m bossy and taking charge and I guess I like it when you get possessive over what’s yours and jealous so take me home and show me I’m yours” you said kissing his neck
Rudy slammed the gear shift In reverse and drove y’all to his house so fast.
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hello , i was wondering if it was possible to ask for a matchup! if so here’s all my info !!! sorry if this is really long :/ i feel so bad i literally wrote u an ESSAY. 😰
my name is lizelle, i don’t really have any nicknames except for zellie (but that’s reserved for specific childhood friends and family members). my pronouns are she/her and i am bisexual. my personality type is enfp-t. i love writing, i’ve been doing it since i was in elementary school. i’ve also been dancing for ,,, 12 years now i think (i’m 17 :)) i also love listening to music, i could sit and listen for hours. i value trust more than anything in a relationship, i also enjoy someone who has a good sense humor. like rolling on the floor laughing type beat :) i LOVE baking, i stress bake. i also love reading and watching tv (my favs are game of thrones atla and aot) . i hate seafood, absolutely despise it, honestly i’m basically a vegetarian lol. i’m pretty short standing @ 4’11. i’m black and i’m a lil bit pudgy but i’m learning to accept it. thick thighs save lives bb 😌 so do big titties but u aint hear that from me 👀 i am a very secretly insecure person. which means i tend not to bring up my insecurities unless absolutely necessary or they’re forced out of me but they are DEFINITELY there, you just gotta be a little patient. my stomach, boobs, thighs, hair, skin color. growing up in a white town did wonders for my confidence as a kid 🤩 . i definitely use humor and fake confidence as coping mechanisms if you couldn’t tell LOL. and i would say i am the funniest damn person i know, nobody compares. when i get really exited or passionate about something i could go on for literal HOURS and i’d talk to anyone who will listen. ANYWAYS
i would like a romantic relationship ship please and thank uuu! you are an angel for writing these 😌 again i apologize for the length but heres my fucking dissertation.
i don’t know how to add onto another request ,, but i really forgot to add my zodiac sign 😐 anyways, IM A GEMINI! have a beautiful rest of your day and i cannot thank you enough for these. godsend 🙏🏾
i hate this legitimately what is my god damn problem. my love language is touch and i am also obviously the most forgetful person ever. i promise i’m done now 🥺 i am so sorry my brain is like …evaporatorating or some shit. also i hope you are receiving these OMLLLL.
ack hello lizelle! thank you so much for requesting! you seem like such a sweet person, and no worries about the separate asks, i got all of them :) please the talent to be able to dance for 12 years- that’s so amazing! anyways, here’s your matchup!
generating matchup…
matchup: complete
i match you up with osamu!
what first drew osamu to you was just how pretty you were- like he saw you while he was walking to class and just had to do a double take because he was internally thinking “holy fuck i need to talk to her”. atsumu saw his awe struck face, and made fun of him for a solid 3 days, but he didn’t really care, because he just wants to get to know you.
he knows you are basically vegetarian, so he’ll surprise you at school with homemade vegetarian meals. he will always steal a little bit, because it looks so good, and he can’t resist, and you’ll pretend to get annoyed, but you still will let him take food every time. everyone on inarizaki is lowkey jealous of you because they want some of osamu’s cooking, but he only gives it to you.
on the weekends, you guys will bake together, and whatever you are making with him turns out super well, and you guys take so many pictures of the finished dessert. osamu loves to sample things while you guys are baking, so you always have to make sure he won’t eat all the ingredients before you finish. after you guys finish, atsumu will always try to take some, and if he tries, both of you literally attack him because no way in hell is atsumu going to get the first piece :)
he loves to listen to you talk, and you guys like to just vibe with each other, soft music playing, as you cuddle and he listens to whatever you want to rant about at the moment. sometimes he will put his opinion in, if you want him to, but he usually is just content to hear the sound of your voice, and learn more about you while you talk.
if you guys are taking a bus or subway, he will rest his hand on your thigh and trace circles on it, and pretend like he’s not doing anything, but you know he’s doing it just to get a reaction out of you. he will always subconsciously grab your hand if you guys are walking somewhere together, because he loves being around you, and lowkey showing everyone that you are his girlfriend.
osamu really likes to watch you dance, because he thinks you look like a true angel when you are dancing, and he’s just hypnotized by your graceful moves. the first time he went to one of your recitals, he was just amazed by your skill, and after it ended, he literally didn’t stop telling you how beautiful you were for a solid 30 minutes.
one weekend, you convinced him to binge alta with you, and he became lowkey obsessed. his favorite character was momo and the cabbage man, and whenever the cabbage man’s cart broke, he got lowkey annoyed and started insulting aang, which was really funny. his insta bio was #justiceforcabbageman for a solid week and you thought it was so cringey but cute at the same time, so you let it slide.
if you ever get insecure, he will be sure to shut it down quickly, because no one is going to slander his girlfriend, not even herself. osamu will immediately start telling you everything he likes about you (which is everything), and how lucky he is to be able to date someone as pretty, funny, and sweet as you are.
one of the first dates he took you on was a trip to a nearby city, where you guys spent the day just going to different small bakeries and trying the pastries, is arm around your shoulder or waist the entire time. the entire trip was so cute and aesthetic, and you both got so many ideas of what you wanted to make with each other next.
overall, you guys are such a cute couple, because it’s very obvious that both of you care for each other very much, though osamu tries (and fails) to be more lowkey about it. he is still surprised that you wanted to go without him, and he will do anything he can to keep you happy in your relationship.
i hope you enjoyed!
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Talk To Me
A/N: When you can't sleep at 3:00 AM you write fanfic. Hope it's coherent. Drakgo of course!
FFn link: https://www.fanfiction.net/s/13632340/1/Talk-To-Me
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The noises coming from the lab had Shego rolling her eyes before the door even opened. The way Drakken was carrying on, it either meant he had discovered a fatal flaw in an idea he had been working on, or else he simply couldn't think of anything and was throwing a tantrum.
Sure enough, when the lab door slid open Shego was met with the scene of at least a dozen crumpled papers littering the floor beneath Drakken's workstation, and the man himself pacing the length of the lab with a furious and frustrated expression as he muttered to himself.
Shego found herself smirking rather than groaning as she had begun to find some of his behaviors endearing as of late. She crossed the room silently, the blue man oblivious to her presence, and she picked up one of the crumpled papers and unfolded it. She was curious as to what was so important this time.
As she glanced down at the paper where a list had been scrawled with each item then crudely crossed out, her brow furrowed.
'Dinner.'
'Movie.'
'Musical theater.'
'Roller-skating.'
'Ice-skating.'
'Walk in the park.'
Each item on the list seemed to be plans for going out, as if he'd been making plans for his weeknights rather than world take-over. Shego picked up another paper and unfolded it.
'Trip to the zoo.'
'Safari.'
'Sky-diving.'
'Blimp ride.'
Like the previous paper, each item was crossed out. This paper had a massive 'NO!' written on it beneath the other items, so harshly that the pencil had almost gone through the paper.
Shego dropped the two papers in favor of leaning over the one still sitting on Drakken's work-station. It had a single item with two question marks at the end and has also been crossed out viciously.
'Romantic night in?'
It dawned on Shego all at once that the papers weren't lists for evil plots nor for Drakken's weekly schedule. The lists were all date ideas.
"Hey Dr. D.?"
"Nyahh!"
Drakken had jumped with a loud shout and was clutching his chest as he stared at her in a mixture of annoyance and anxiety.
"Shego!" he gasped as he saw the papers in her hand. "What do you want? Don't...don't bother with those!"
Shego leaned against the desk and waved the two papers she held. "I came to see what plan had you so worked up this time. But I guess you've been working on something else."
"Don't look at those, those are all...those are all failed ideas."
Shego glanced back at one of the lists. "They look like date ideas to me... 'Dinner'? Why is that a failed idea?"
Drakken hesitated, glancing away briefly before bringing his hands together in front of him and tugging anxiously at the fingers of his gloves.
"We've been out to dinner twice already," he said.
"'Movie?'"
"We've seen three movies together," Drakken said, taking a step closer.
Shego glanced back at the lists she held. "'Roller-skating? Sky-diving?' We haven't done most of these other things," she commented.
Drakken took another step closer. Shego saw his eyes dart to the paper on the table before his face fell. "Yes, but...but all those things, and...everything else I can think of are just... They're just..."
"What?"
"They're boring compared to the way you're used to living."
Shego considered his thought process and the items on the lists.
"I don't go sky-diving," she said.
"You do more thrilling things than that during our schemes," Drakken reasoned.
"I've never been on a safari."
Drakken shook his head as he snatched the paper off the table and stuff it into his coat pocket. "You'll...be put off by all the insects, and the atmosphere, and the tour group..."
Shego wanted to roll her eyes at his logic, but the distressed look on his face told her it would only add to his anxiety. He was trying to come up with a date that she would really enjoy. She couldn't really fault him for trying to consider her feelings. She wouldn't enjoy being in a tour group... And their plots usually did involve far more daring action than simple sky-diving. And while she'd not asked about some of the others, she could follow his logic: musical theater was a lot of sitting through what may end up to be a lousy show, and skating would also involve crowds and not much action.
"Well what's wrong with that one?" she asked, pointing to his pocket. "'Romantic night in'?"
Drakken blushed and looked at his hand in his pocket briefly. "It...it just falls apart like the rest of them. I'm sorry Shego, I know we haven't been out for over a week but...if you just give me some time I'm sure I can think of—"
"Why does it fall apart?"
"...What?"
"The romantic night in. Why wouldn't it work? What was your idea?"
Drakken swallowed nervously. "I... I thought I might cook a nice dinner, and dessert... Maybe...eat on the balcony. Some candle-light..."
Shego nodded with a small, thoughtful smirk. "That's a good start. Then what?"
Drakken glanced away as his face flushed again. "After dinner, we could...sit by the fire and have a small drink of your choosing?"
Shego's smirk grew as she envisioned cuddling up next to him with his arm around her as they had something rather more than a 'small drink' as he'd put it. That was an idea she could definitely get behind, especially considering how much closer it would bring them. The boldest move Drakken had made with her save their first kiss—which she had initiated—was to hold her hand once in the last few minutes of a movie they had seen. And judging by the nervous sweat to his palm, it had taken him the entire movie to work up the courage to do so.
"I like that—"
"But it just falls apart like the others," he said, tossing his hands up weakly as his shoulders hunched and he turned away, his expression growing more anxious.
Shego frowned. "Why does it fall apart?"
Drakken had crossed to the other side of the lab again. His shoulders hunched further at her words.
"N-never-mind, just...I'll think of something. Something for this weekend, I promise!"
Shego slowly approached him. "But a romantic night in sounds...well, really great. Why can't we do that?"
Drakken turned to watch her over his shoulder. She could see his mind was racing, debating himself over whatever was the problem in his mind. She knew the best way to persuade him would just be to look pleased with the idea, and that was easy to do since she was.
After several seconds Drakken swallowed and slowly nodded, the anxiety in his eyes only growing.
"All right. Romantic night in it is," he said, his voice shaking a bit.
Shego watched as his frame remained tense when he passed her and began scooping up all the crumpled papers and dumping them into the wastebasket. Her smile faded. Even though she was happy, he still wasn't?
"Doc... Come on, what gives? I said I like the idea."
He looked at her again and she saw as this time he truly assessed her instead of just spinning the wheels in his head. The anxiety in his eyes faded slightly.
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The relief seemed to have been temporary, Shego realized on Saturday night. The dinner Drakken had cooked had been delicious, and for dessert he had prepared a cheese and fruit platter to go with the glasses of wine they were having as they adjourned to the den. She had known he was still worried about something by the kink he'd had in his brow all evening, but it became much more apparent when she had sat in his lap in his great chair rather than sitting in her own.
The flush to his face was calming down, but the anxiety in his eyes continued to rise. He had moderated it by explaining in detail about the cheeses he had selected. Shego was glad to see the complicated and lengthy talk calming him until he abruptly stopped halfway through describing the last cheese, bit his lip, and finished with a simple 'it pairs with figs.'
Shego frowned at him as he carefully prepared a bite of the first cheese—a creamy brie—on a cracker with a slice of apple for her. She set her wine glass on the end table next to the cheese platter as she studied him. The evening had been very nice—flawless, in fact—so far. What on earth could be wrong?
When the decadent bite had been prepared, Drakken turned to offer it to her. He seemed to realize then just how close she was, sitting in his lap. Shego began to lift her hand to receive the offered morsel, when another idea occurred to her. She parted her lips instead and gave him a playful look. Drakken blinked and drew back in surprise, but then with a renewed flush to his face he placed the bite into her mouth, his thumb and finger brushing against her lip.
Shego briefly forgot the awkwardness he seemed determined to bring to their date night as she enjoyed the expensive treat.
"It's delicious!" she declared a moment later, opening her eyes. She hadn't even realized she'd closed them.
Drakken smiled and ate his own bite of the same cheese and fruit combo, and Shego lifted her wine glass to take a drink. She watched Drakken prepare a second taste of a different combination as he slowly chewed his bite, and she thought again of how perfect the evening had been. He hadn't even protested her sitting in his lap, though he definitely hadn't expected it.
Maybe after their savory dessert and a bit more wine she could tempt him into a second kiss. And a third. And a fourth...
No sooner had she swallowed the wine than the next bite was offered to her, and again she parted her lips for him to feed it to her. She gave him a slightly less playful look that time and brought a touch of seduction to her eyes. By the rapid way he glanced away, she knew he had read her correctly.
They made their way through the cheese platter in a near-identical pattern, with him feeding her bites and then taking his own. She occasionally sipped her wine in between or commented on the cheese. He appeared a bit more relaxed, as he had with dinner, but the small kink in his brow remained. She couldn't do any better in reading what might be bothering him since he wasn't saying much, and then she realized...he had hardly spoken all evening.
Except to explain what they were eating and drinking at each stage of the meal, he had barely attempted any conversation. The most he had actually said was when he had started to explain about each cheese and the processes by which they were made and why they paired with certain fruits—an explanation which he had abruptly halted for no reason.
They finished their final morsel of cheese, and Drakken's expression was growing more concerned. Shego watched him lift his wine glass, start to sip from it, and then stop suddenly and set it down. He had barely had a quarter of the glass, while Shego was nearly finished with hers.
"Hey...Dr. D.?" she began, starting to worry for the first time herself.
He looked up nervously. "Yes?"
"Are you having a good time?"
His face cleared slightly and a shy smile appeared as he nodded. Then he startled suddenly as the anxiety returned.
"Are you? Having a good time?" he echoed.
"Yes..." she said as she nodded. The evening was perfect... Except that it wasn't. "So...what's bothering you then?"
Drakken reached for his wine glass and began taking a large swallow, but then seeming to realize what he was doing looked panicked and set the glass down again. He took a slow breath and then gave her a thin smile.
"Nothing," he said.
Shego studied his guarded expression as her mind began going through everything. He had worked himself into a nervous wreck trying to come up with a really nice date... And she understood, after their two dinners out, their three movies, and their one night dancing. Drakken never did anything halfway; a nicer date was probably overdue in his mind. And he had succeeded. Except he didn't seem convinced of it.
"This was a really great idea. I'll bet there's a lot more in those papers in the wastebasket," she said.
She watched as the wheels slowly turned in Drakken's head. "You could...look through them and see if there's an idea you like. For...next weekend?"
Shego grinned and nodded. "I'm sure I'll find a lot."
Drakken smiled, though the kink in his brow remained. "All right."
Shego was startled suddenly as Drakken made to stand up. She slid off his lap, watching him in confusion as he stood before her.
"G-good night, Shego," he said with a shy smile. He turned and began cleaning up their wine glasses and the cheese tray. Her jaw fell open as she watched him. He... He hadn't even put his arms around her. He picked up the tray and started out of the room. She scowled.
"Drakken!"
He jumped in surprise and turned at her sudden anger, panic on his face.
"What did I say? I'm sorry, I'm sorry!" he blurted out.
Whatever she had been about to yell at him died on her lips as she processed his words. Had he...been worrying the whole night about saying something to mess up their date? Was that why he had called it to an abrupt end, because there was nothing left to eat and he'd be forced to talk? But he always talked to her… He never stopped talking... He frequently annoyed her with his—
The second connection was made. Her mouth formed the shape of an 'O' as she took in his desperate and frantic expression. She turned and slowly sank down into the chair. She heard Drakken scurry out of the room behind her.
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About thirty minutes later Shego had worked past her frustration with the poor genius she had become attracted to. And part of the problem was in fact his thinking. He overanalyzed and overthought every situation, to the point that he'd apparently convinced himself that she didn't want to talk to him. He was probably questioning her interest in him at all. It was a wonder he'd been bold enough to ask her on one date, let alone seven of them.
The fire was dying down, and Drakken hadn't returned. He was probably overanalyzing that evening too and trying to figure out his mistake. Shego sighed and left the den to find him. It was high time he figured out that she wouldn't keep saying yes to his date invitations if she didn't want to go out with him.
The sound of running water led her to the kitchen where she found Drakken hunched over the sink, muttering and angrily scrubbing dishes. He had made quick headway and only had their cheese tray and wine glasses left to clean. Shego watched as he hastily put away the remaining cheeses and crackers, and then poured out his nearly full glass of wine into the sink. She couldn't make out his words, but by the tone of his voice they were probably all self-deprecating.
She stepped up to the counter and leaned back against it.
"So what are you waiting for?" she asked.
Drakken jumped, sending soap suds up out of the sink and onto the counter, on his face, and a particularly large cluster of bubbles into his hair. Shego smirked at the sight, despite the look of fear in his eyes.
Drakken grabbed the dish towel and wiped the soap off his face in frustration before his expression turned anxious again. "Oh, Shego... I thought...you would have gone to bed."
"It's not even ten. Drakken, what are you waiting for?"
He turned back to washing the wine glasses. "What do you mean?"
"I mean..." She turned and leaned over the counter to stare at him. "We've been on seven dates now. What's next?"
Drakken looked genuinely confused when he glanced at her. "What do you mean?" he repeated.
"I mean... We already eat dinner, and watch movies. Dancing was new, and tonight was...different. But not much has changed with us 'dating.' What's the point?"
"Oh..." His face fell.
Shego waited for an answer, but he turned back to the dishes, his brow more twisted than ever. As he washed the wine glasses she frowned and stepped around the counter up to his side. When she moved right up next to him he turned from the dishes again. Shego reached around him and turned off the faucet.
"Stop avoiding this. What's the point?"
Drakken met her eyes, but rather than having formulated an answer he looked sad.
"I'm sorry, Shego. You're right. I won't... That is, we can just go back to the way things were. Forget we ever dated."
"Forget we...?" Shego snarled and grabbed his shirtfront so he would look at her. And look at her he did, as his eyes widened in fright and he raised one hand in front of his face while his other grabbed her wrist. "Drakken! I want to know what you think the point of this is, if we're not changing anything. Why did you even ask me out if you didn't want anything to change?"
Drakken looked confused but still seemed too frightened to respond. Shego let go of him and scowled, taking a step back to lean against the counter and cross her arms.
It would be typical...just typical of him to not really be interested in her, and be 'dating' for some reason that only made sense inside his head. And just when she had really started to be excited about where things between them might lead...
"I thought..."
Shego's eyes snapped up as he began speaking, and she gave him a calculating stare.
"I thought that if I...that is...you wouldn't want things to...um... Shego? Why...did you say yes to a date with me anyway? And all the others?"
Shego stared at him as her frown deepened. "Is that seriously a question? Because I wanted to date you, dingus! But not if it just means...doing the same things we always do with a new label slapped on."
Drakken hung his head. "That's why I was trying to come up with better ideas for—"
"I don't just mean what we do, I mean us! I thought dating meant a change with us."
Drakken looked nervous again. "You mean...ah..."
Shego felt an anxious fluttering in her chest, but she ignored it as she pushed off the counter and wordlessly put her arms around his neck and kissed him. He was startled at first, but within a few seconds he was kissing her back. And after a few more his hands rested tentatively on her waist.
The kiss was a release of far too much tension, and it was with great reluctance that Shego pulled away for air. Her eyes met Drakken's, and she was unsurprised to find him looking at her cautiously. But his hands hadn't left her waist.
"That's what I mean," she said conclusively.
Drakken took a slow, shaky breath and released it just as slowly. The cautious look hadn't left his eyes. "I thought...you... That is, I thought it would...take a lot more time before you could ever be interested in me...like that."
"What?" Shego's eyes narrowed. "I'm dating you because I'm attracted to you. You don't have to... Why would you think I'm not...? I sat in your lap, for crying out loud."
Drakken glanced away in what was a too-familiar, nervous fashion. Shego growled and leaned forward to kiss him again, this time holding nothing back. She heard his shocked intake of breath through his nostrils before he melted into her touch, his hands moving to gently encircle her waist as his lips responded to hers.
The kiss ended far too soon for her taste, but she understood that it was probably a bit much for a guy who was apparently content to wait a long time before engaging in any physical intimacies. She stepped back enough to put her hands on his shoulders. His hands stayed on her waist.
Drakken was looking at her in a mixture of awe and uncertainty. "So you...you're dating me because you...actually like me?"
Shego rolled her eyes. "Yes, Dr. D. That's the only reason I'd date you. So..." she reached up and brushed the remaining soap bubbles from his hair, "how about you stop with this weird pity-party and we go sit in front of the fire?"
Drakken immediately turned to the sink. "It will only take me a minute to get the cheese board ready again."
Shego sighed and stopped him by setting her fingers on his jaw, gently turning his head back toward her. "Leave that. Let's just...talk."
"Talk?" Drakken's face fell. Shego remembered what he had said when running out of the den earlier. But there wasn't anything she could really do about that.
"Yes. Talk. That's what dating couples do, so they can get to know each other better."
The fear and dismay in Drakken's eyes both saddened and annoyed her. But she couldn't blame him. How often over the years had she told him how much she hated listening to him talk? And who was to say he wouldn't annoy her some more? They wouldn't know until they actually...talked.
She blew the soap bubbles off of her fingers, the few that remained floating through the air for a second before they evaporated. She grabbed his hand and tugged on it.
"Think of it like taking over the world, Doc..." she said as she pulled him out of the room. "It's a risk, and there's always a chance of failure, but then you just...pick yourself up and try again."
"But what if—" He stopped short, and she paused to look at him, her eyes willing him to go on. He swallowed nervously. "What if...there is no second chance?" he said quietly, his eyes pools of worry.
She turned and pulled him toward the den again as she grew thoughtful. Part of her was thrilled that she apparently meant so much to him. And she also understood even more why he was so concerned. She did have a tendency to put hard stops on things she didn't agree with...
"I guess...relationships are a bigger risk than world domination," she said after a moment.
He was silent the rest of the way to the den, and once there she guided him back to his chair before she stoked the fire. He protested briefly, but she waved him off. She intended them to be there long past bedtime.
When she sat in his lap again he blushed and became stiff and nervous. She set one hand on his shoulder and studied him. If he really was that interested in her, then he couldn't possibly be unhappy with her choice to sit with him.
"What do you want to do right now?" she asked.
"What?" he asked, the anxiety rising in his eyes.
"Tell me," she said evenly. "What do you want to do right now?"
Drakken took a deep breath. "P-put my arms around you?"
She nodded at him. "Then what are you waiting for?"
There was a great sense of relief when he was finally holding her, one hand firmly on her shoulder and his other gently feeling the flesh at her waist. She leaned in closer to him and tried to give him the most unguarded look she could, though she knew she couldn't completely get rid of her smirk.
"All right Dr. Drakken," she said, smiling into his eyes, "talk to me."
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Love me like an ocean, drown me in your waves
"You know, darling," DeLune started, rolling over to face Jubilee. "They say it's easier for a camel to pass through the eye of a needle than it is for a rich person to get into heaven."
"So I've heard," Jubilee replied.
"What are you going to do if I don't get in?"
"I'll get you in," Jubilee promised. "I'm on good terms with the big man upstairs, I'll get you in."
And DeLune wasn't…she wasn't satisfied with that answer, but she took it. And the ensuing silence was so long that she figured Jubilee had dropped the subject.
"And if he doesn't listen to me," Jubilee started after a time, "then I guess I'm joining you in hell. Because I don't want to live eternally if it's not with you."
Jubilee's answer practically knocked the wind out of DeLune. It wasn't what she had said, DeLune had had people make such promises before.
No, it had such an effect on her because unlike past times, DeLune knew Jubilee meant it. Jubilee wasn't exaggerating her love or putting on a show. Jubilee would meet her at the pearly gates and bargain with her god for DeLune's eternal soul, and if that god turned his back on DeLune, Jubilee would turn her back on him. Jubilee would forsake her chance at eternal life with the god she loved and had worshipped practically since birth in favor of DeLune, because of the simple fact that she loved her.
Jubilee didn't say things flippantly. That wasn't her style. The fact that Jubilee had said this now meant that she had thought long and hard about it, had worked through this puzzle and come to this conclusion over and over again until it was a truth she had accepted wholeheartedly and without hesitation. She was Jubilee Waters, she followed Pelor, and she would rather swan dive into a pool of sulphur and be damned to torment than live without DeLune.
She always said these things so easily...DeLune almost envied her for it. Jubilee may not have always been in touch with her more negative emotions, but she wore her heart on her sleeve and wasn't afraid to say very heartfelt, moving things. It had caught DeLune off guard more than once; they would be having a shallow conversation and Jubilee would say something so casually that it would take DeLune a moment to understand the depth of feeling behind it.
Jubilee had always been this way, ever since DeLune had met her. She loved so fiercely and with everything that she had that it had scared DeLune in the beginning. She just hadn't been on the receiving end of such an intense, unashamed love very often before Jubilee.
It didn't surprise her that Jubilee had said this, per se, but it had shown her another layer of Jubilee's love for her, and it had made her realize how deep that love went. Trying to measure how much Jubilee loved her was like trying to dig to find the end of a dandelion root; you started out digging a small hole but soon you were in a hole six feet deep with no sign of the end.
Jubilee loved everyone deeply, but Jubilee also loved her the most, and DeLune could see how that influenced Jubilee's actions, even in things so small as walking between DeLune and the street, or pouring water or wine for her first. Love showed through in everything Jubilee did for her, big or small--or even big being disguised as small, as it was now.
"What did I ever do to deserve you," DeLune murmured.
"You existed, and you decided to love me," Jubilee said, pressing a kiss to DeLune's forehead. "How could I not repay that with every inch of me?"
Jubilee loved deeply and fiercely and without hesitation. Sometimes that got her into trouble, mostly because she was a giver: she would give all of herself if it meant helping out someone she loved. Jubilee sometimes had a hard time knowing if she was giving too much.
A small part of DeLune worried that that was the case in this situation.
"You're giving too much up for me," DeLune said softly.
"I couldn't live with myself if I didn't," Jubilee said, brushing a thumb over DeLune's cheek. "I couldn't live in bliss without you by my side, it wouldn't be right. This is the only choice for me to make."
"I want you to be happy."
"You make me happy. And if my god can't see that, can't see how wonderful of a person you are, how kind and caring and giving you are? If my god can't see that, I don't think he's a god who deserves my worship." Jubilee shrugged, a little helplessly. "You're the best thing that ever happened to me. What kind of god would ask me to give that up? What kind of a fool would I be to listen?"
DeLune, instead of responding, cupped Jubilee's face in her hands and kissed her, kissed her hard, trying to put every ounce of love she had for her into the kiss because Jubilee loved her so much so easily and DeLune felt like she didn't show enough love in return.
When they parted, Jubilee rested her forehead against DeLune's.
"I love you, DeLune. With all that I am, I love you."
"And I love you, darling." DeLune's eyes darted away from Jubilee's face. "I have a hard time showing it sometimes, but I love you. You mean the world to me, dear. There's no one else I would rather have by my side."
"There's no place I would rather be," Jubilee said, smiling. "Not heaven, not anywhere." Jubilee cupped DeLune's face and gently urged her to look at her again. "Not once, DeLune, not once have I felt unloved by you. You may not show it in the same ways I do, but you still show your love. I've learned to recognize it, and I cherish every display of affection."
"How do I show love?" DeLune asked.
If she was being honest, she felt like she didn't show Jubilee love often enough. She felt insecure in the face of Jubilee's love, deep and wide like the ocean as it was. She felt like she was bringing a bucket to the beach in hopes of measuring up to that depth.
"Your pet names for me," Jubilee said simply. "You buy me gifts. You spend more time with me than anyone else. You cuddle with me and hold me when I'm sad."
"Those are everyday things."
"Exactly, DeLune. Every day you show me love in numerous ways, important ways. You call me “darling” and “dear” to show the world that I'm not only “Jubilee” to you, but that I'm something special, something extra, something more. You buy me gifts, sometimes before I even realize that I need the thing you bought me, because you notice things in a way that I don't. You spend so much time with me, even if we're not doing anything special, because you want to be around me and you want me to be around you in turn. You cuddle me, you let me hold you, you hold me, and that means the world to me because I'm a very touch-oriented person. I…I never feel unloved when I'm with you."
Jubilee smiled at her, and DeLune could practically feel the fondness and affection and love radiating off of Jubilee, all for her. It crashed into her like waves against her cliffs, and like millions of years passing by in seconds, she felt her cliffs crumble to sand.
DeLune buried her face in the crook of Jubilee's neck and clutched her to her, immersing herself in the steady, purposeful waves of Jubilee's breathing and heartbeat.
"You do enough for me," Jubilee told her. "You're enough for me, more than enough."
"You've loved me from the start," DeLune said. "You loved me even when I didn't love you yet. You've loved me so long, so deeply."
"DeLune, I question anyone who could meet you and not love you."
DeLune let out a huff of laughter despite herself. "Then you're going to be questioning a lot of people, darling. I'm not always well liked."
"Well, they're dumb."
Jubilee said it with such certainty and such surety that DeLune had to laugh.
"They are!" DeLune could hear the smile in her voice. "If they can't see how wonderful you are, they're dumb. That's it, that's the bottom line."
"Thank you, darling."
"Of course." DeLune felt Jubilee press a kiss to her hair. "And of course I loved you, DeLune. I'm a good judge of character, I knew that there was something kind in you. And I've found it, and it's so much better than I could've imagined."
"If you keep talking like this I might cry."
"Well, we can't have that, can we?" The smile was back in her voice. "We can't have people knowing Claire DeLune Candor cries."
"It would ruin my reputation," DeLune said, smiling. "I would just be known as some old woman who cries because her girlfriend says nice things to her."
"Exactly. We can't have that." Jubilee pressed another kiss to her hair. "One last thing before we stop talking about this in order to save your reputation."
"Yes, darling?"
"You mean the world to me and I love you and you're good to me and I don't think I'll stop loving you as long as I live and beyond."
"Good. You know too much about me, I can't let you leave."
Jubilee laughed. "Yes, I know far too much. Like how you're a little spoon."
"Stop."
"Or how you only like marmalade on your toast."
"You're spilling all of my secrets, Jubilee."
"Or how you cough like you're trying to scare away a tarrasque but sneeze like a kitten."
"However will I go on with the world knowing this about me?" DeLune sighed dramatically.
"Or how one time when we were having sex you planned out a steam engine while eating me out and drew the schematics on my back once you were done so you wouldn’t forget."
"I didn't know where the paper was and I was in a hurry, Jubilee. My memory isn't what it used to be, and I knew that if I forgot how I designed that steam engine I would never remember it."
Jubilee laughed again and pressed a kiss to DeLune's forehead.
"I love you," Jubilee said.
"I love you too."
There was silence for a time, and they just basked in each other's company.
"What time is it, do you know?" DeLune asked suddenly.
"About ten. Why?"
"You mentioned marmalade and now I've got a craving for a good piece of toast, and I'm wondering if it's too late to make some."
Jubilee laughed, loud.
"Another piece of blackmail: your weird cravings."
"This is far from the weirdest craving I've had," DeLune pointed out. "You should've seen me when I was pregnant."
"I can only imagine," Jubilee said. She pressed another kiss to DeLune's forehead. "Let's go make toast."
#roselyn talks#i posted this in the discord for dndb but i didn't get a lot of validation so i'm posting ithere#roselyn's writing#JubiLune#DeLune tag#jubilee tag#idk man#i've graduated from ''haha DeLune super sexy oof hot'' to ''why not make her just. the biggest dork''#like don't get me wrong she's still super sexy and im in love with her#but like. dumbassery makes me weak#hence the last part of this fic#idk my dude#i just get emotional about them a lot and i wrote this yesterday and it was like god herself channeled the Gay through my hands
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red light magic iii
i’ve lost all ambition
for wordly acclaim...
i just want to be the one you love...
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It’s colder today, you thought to yourself.
After your last class, you made the short walk to Elizabeth Juno, the building which held the majority of Karu’s art classes.
It was short, but impressive. The tinted glass walls made it difficult for you to see whether Jungkook was waiting for you inside or not. You hesitated a bit in front of the door but decided to enter and flashed your ID at the security guard, taking a seat on a bench.
Even from here, you could smell the paint from the main classrooms and whispers of professors explaining major art pieces. Elizabeth Juno radiated creativity, and with it the confidence its students had to pursue and work upon their craft.
About ten minutes later, waves of students began leaving their classrooms. You listened to their chatter as friends met up with each other, complaining about some project or other that would soon be due for their portfolios. The loneliness hit you once more, but disappeared just as fast as it appeared.
A tap on your shoulder made you look up. Jungkook drew his hand back to his side, smiling. “Distracted?”
You returned his smile and shook your head, shoving headphones into bookbags. “Nah...well, maybe. I was just taking in the energy Juno gave me.”
Jungkook laughed in understanding. “Yeah, she’s pretty inspiring, isn’t she?”
You walked out of the building into the cool, September breeze.
“Why did you want to meet up?” You asked, tucking your phone into your pocket.
“You said you can’t go back into your dorm, and your roommate won’t be back until late, right?”
“Yeah. What about it?”
“I wanted to ask if you would be wiling to come back to my apartment? Well, our apartment.”
You paused. “Like....with Namjoon and Yoongi and Hoseok and Mr. Kim?”
“And Jimin and Taehyung, yeah. I don’t think Jin hyung would mind an addition to the dinner table. And you’ve seen all of us around campus one way or another, so you could get to know us more formally?It’s just if you want to, though.”
You hummed, then continued walking. Would you rather go to the library until dark, clicking around on your laptop until you inevitably gave up on trying to be productive and started watching videos, or get closer to the one group of guys you manage to talk to on campus?
“If you’re sure the others wouldn’t mind, I’d love to come over.” You nodded.
Jungkook grinned. “Great! I’ll let everyone know.”
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jungkook opened “🅱️angtan’s 🅱️ussy”
jungkook: hey, (y/n)’s coming over. hope you cleaned 🤙🏼
old man is typing...
hobi hyung is typing....
loml is typing....
vante: ok
jiminie is typing...
old man: I’m cooking right now, thanks for the heads up
jiminie: 👀
loml: where are you guys right now?
hobi hyung: my room is always clean, the rest of you need to get your lives together
jungkook: we’re walking back from Juno, I’ll bring her back on my bike
old man: be careful! she’s probably not used to it
vante: he just wants to show off 😛 probably looking forward to her wrapping her arms around him
jiminie: ahhh~ so romantic
hobi hyung: much romance ^~^
lil meow meow is typing...
lil meow meow: why is she coming over?
jungkook: she forgot her keys this morning and her roommates won’t be coming back to the dorm until late
jungkook: it’s fine, she’ll just come over and eat
jungkook: we’ll bring her back by 11 so she has enough time to get back to the dorm before curfew
old man: I can send her home with leftovers😋
lil meow meow: ok
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“What did they say?” You peek at his screen without seeing anything, curious as to what their reaction would be.
“They’re cool with it! You’re ours for the evening.”
You smile and look down, blushing a bit at the concrete.
If only you had known the power behind the words,
the viciousness that was soon come to pass...
perhaps you would have trapped yourself just the same.
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“...no.”
“(Y/N)!”
“Jeon!”
Jungkook pouted as you paced back and forth before him, leaning on his bike. You were not prepared for the certain method of transportation Jungkook had in his possession. Upon seeing the completely black motorcycle in the school parking lot, you thought it was cool but never expected to get on it yourself.
“Come on, you have nothing to be afraid of!” Jungkook patted the space beside him.
You stopped pacing in favor of staring him down. His brown eyes shone with mischief behind strands of long, curly black locks.
“How long have you been riding?”
“Hmm...this was a 16th birthday present, so around two years?”
You shook your head and paced some more.
“Are you sure it can take two people? I’m not too light,” you said.
“First of all, you are perfect.” Jungkook said. “Second of all, I have managed to ride to school with both Jimin and Taehyung on the back, and I’m still here today! And so is Charlie. She can handle it.”
Silence for a few more minutes. Then, you huffed. “Alright, Charlie. Be gentle.”
Jungkook turned on the bike so that his back was facing the handlebars, holding an extra helmet in his hands. He waited as you placed one leg over the side of the bike and lowered yourself into the seat.
It’s a good thing I didn’t wear a skirt today, you thought to yourself. You had nothing against the clothing, but you did not want your first time on the bike to be in a skirt and/or heels.
Jungkook gently placed the helmet on your head and adjusted the straps accordingly. “Does it feel tight enough?”
“Can you make it just a little tighter? Just in case...”
Jungkook cheesed at your catiousness. “Of course, does that feel better?”
You gave him a thumbs up. He slipped your bag off your shoulders and placed it in the back of the bike along with his.
Jungkook stood and turned so that he was properly facing the front of the motorcycle.
You had seen and read enough books to know what comes next, but you didn’t want to seem to forward. Jungkook finished adjusting his helmet straps and snapped the visor into place. He reached behind him, gently picking up your hands and placing them around his midsection.
“Oh my God, are you sure? I don’t want to strangle you.” You asked so seriously he burst into laughter.
“It’s fine, it’s fine. No one is as much of a cobra as Jimin hyung. Are you ready?”
You steeled your sneakers against the platforms on either side of the motorcycle and held on to Jungkook a little tighter. “I guess.”
He let the bike stand properly and off you two sped.
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“Namjoon-ah!” Seokjin hollered. He finished cooking and was now wiping down the dinner table. “Come set the table!”
“How come (Y/N) gets all this special treatment?” Namjoon grumbled, barely awake from his afternoon nap. “The last time we ate you gave us plastic utensils and paper plates.” He grabbed the silverware from the cabinets and started setting the table for eight.
“That’s because I didn’t feel like washing the dishes that night, which I know you all would have left me to do. Nor am I washing them tonight.” Seokjin slammed the washcloth onto the side of the sink.
“Is Kookie on his way?” Taehyung bounced down the stairs in a hoodie and some sweatpants. He walked into the kitchen. “Ah, is dinner ready?”
Namjoon chuckled as he heard a loud smack, Seokjin’s preaching, and Taehyung’s whining.
“Go make yourself more presentable.” The older chided. “I live with a bunch of heathens.”
Namjoon finished up downstairs and went to “change” (read: lie down for a few more minutes).
He snuck into Yoongi’s room, plopped down in front of him, and got under the covers. The older muttered something that Namjoon did not hear before promptly passing out.
About twenty minutes later, Seokjin heard the revving of an engine down the block.
“THEY’RE COMING!” the eldest hollered, taking the food off the stove.
Jimin, relaxing in the living room, brushed his pink hair from his forehead and stood. “Hyung, relax, they’re not the SWAT team.”
“Go wake up your brothers. Why is everyone always sleeping in this house?” Seokjin asked incredulously,
Jimin hopped upstairs, threw open the door to Taehyung’s room, and pounced. “It’s time to wake up!” He playfully shouted as he threw himself onto his soulmate.
Taehyung groaned and tried to push his friend off of him, but Jimin wouldn’t budge. “You should change before Jin hyung gets mad.” Jimin giggled.
“Okay, okay I’m up...”
Jimin annoyed him some more before leaving for Yoongi’s room. He opened the door more quietly, peeking in to see what was Namjoon, Hoseok, and Yoongi all cuddling on the bed.
At some point in their nap, Hoseok had walked in, gotten into the bed on the other side of Yoongi, and fallen asleep as well.
Jimin took a couple of pictures before shaking the three awake.
Yoongi wasn’t even surprised at seeing Namjoon and Hoseok in his bed. He yawned and stretched before going to his drawers. “Yah, Namjoon, Hoseok, get up.”
The other two turned into the now empty space. “Why are you two so tired? You don’t even do anything,” Yoongi muttered.
“I stayed up writing lyrics again,” Namjoon spoke into the comforter.
“I was practicing until 3 am.” Hoseok groaned.
Yoongi snorted. “Sounds like your problem, not mine. Get out of bed and go change. Before I get the water.”
The twenty four year olds glared at their companion before lifting themselves off his bed and trudging off to their rooms.
“You’d better not fall asleep in there, either! Wash up!”
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Jungkook parked the motorcycle, letting it stand on its side. He all but whipped his helmet off and turned to face you. “So? How was it?”
You placed a foot on the concrete, lifting the other off the platform and swinging that leg over the side of the bike. Once both of your feet were on the ground, you collapsed.
“Oh my god, are you alright?” Jungkook threw his helmet on a handlebar and got off his motorcycle. He could see your lips moving but couldn’t tell exactly what you were saying.
“Sweet...sweet ground...” you whispered.
Jungkook undid the straps and took off your helmet. “Oh, stop being so dramatic. It was fun, wasn’t it?”
You huffed. “Sure. Speeding through the intersection at the last second of the yellow light was the best part, especially with that huge semi approaching. I love staring down headlights.”
Jungkook cackled and handled you your bag. “That was the least dangerous part of this evening.” He lent out a hand and you grabbed his to stand up.
“Oh really? Thanks for the warning.” You swung your bag strap over your shoulder and fixed your hair.
You turned to Jungkook with a smile. “Let’s go!”
The apartment was on the second floor with a wooden door. Jungkook pulled out a key ring and opened the door, holding it open for you. “Welcome to our humble abode.”
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Walking in, you were hit immediately with the smell of delicious, homecooked food.
As Jungkook locked the door, you took your shoes off. “Is it okay if I walk around in my socks or...?”
“You can wear my slippers—they’re the black and blue ones. I have another pair upstairs.”
You grinned in relief, thankful for his offer and for the fact that they fit. “Thank you!”
Jungkook took your bag, placing it on a hook near the door. “We’re home!” He hollered.
They might not have noticed it, but the familiarity with which he said that sentence felt....
so right.
Jungkook would never be able to come home without recalling how wonderful the “we” tasted on his lips.
Seokjin walked out of the kitchen carrying a platter. “Right on time! Welcome, (Y/N)! I didn’t know if you were allergic to anything or not, so I have a mix of cultural dishes and regular dinner foods. I hope you enjoy.”
“Oh, thank you so much Mr. Kim! You didn’t have to do so much for me...” you whispered the last part, standing unsure of yourself in the kitchen.
“Trust me, to feed this hoard, I do. And please, call me Jin.”
or Oppa
You nodded. “Is there a bathroom I could use to wash my hands?”
“Down this hallway, second door on the right.” Jungkook directed you. You thanked him and quietly padded down the hallway.
Jin and Jungkook’s eyes trailed you, fixed upon your back.
Once Jin heard the door close, he hollered once more but in Korean. “If you’re not all downstairs by the time (Y/N) leaves the bathroom, you don’t eat!”
You washed your hands, dried them, and opened the door to the hallway bathroom. There were a lot more brightly colored heads downstairs now. You steeled your nerves, walking to the dinner table.
Jin sat at the head of the table with Yoongi at the other end. Jimin, Taehyung, and Hoseok sat on one side and Namjoon and Jungkook on the other with a space left between them.
The group chorused welcomes as you approached the table. “I just wanted to thank you all again for letting me come over. You have a lovely home.”
“Aish, it’s nothing! It’s about time we all sat together for a meal.” Hoseok grinned and ushered for you to sit.
“Yeah, you know pretty much everyone here except for me, Jin hyung and Taehyungie.” Jimin said.
“Ah, I’m sorry for that, sunbaes! I have been hoping to see you around campus more.” You felt bad, but your schedules hardly allowed each other meet up.
“How about you come to dance club sometime? Hoseok hyung and I will be there!” Jimin offered.
You nodded. “Text me the time and location; I’ll definitely try to make it!”
“You’ll be seeing me a lot more in English, Ms. (L/N). Karu’s officially hiring me as a TA.” Jin dropped as he took a sip of water.
Your face brightened as Jungkook’s dropped. “Ah, really? I hope all my essays go to you for grading then!”
They laughed the comment off, all thinking the same thing.
“I could get used to this...
...forever.”
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(A/N): Ah, I’m sorry for taking SO LONG between chapters! I really didn’t want to just stop here for you guys! The good things are coming any update now; thank you for being patient and showing support :)
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I just got a really cute idea for Feel Good Kind Of Love... So imagine Y/N walks in to Ethan laying cuddled up with the twins next to him after having a rough day going grocery shopping with only an hour of sleep in her system. And her heart skips a beat and she starts crying at how cute he is with the babies
Feel good kind of love - Series Masterlist
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From the moment she realized she’d be a mom, Y/N knew it would be a draining job. With all her reservations about children, she decided she had met her soulmate for a reason and there had to be a reason why she was faced with a surprising pregnancy so early into their relationship.
But there were more bad days than good, most of them spent in dirty diapers and screaming babies that always seemed to be hungry. No matter how hard Ethan tried to help her, she would often break down in the very few moments she had to spare as the exhaustion settled in. More than that, she started feeling like a milkmaid, as if she was had lost her own identity to the revolving needs of her children and soon to be husband.
Overwhelmed, she had left to grab a few groceries Ethan forgot on his way home, actually happy to do it simply to get away from it all. It made her feel horrible, but she truly needed a break from feeling like the worst mother in the world.
She took the long way home, music cranked up so she wouldn’t fall asleep behind the wheel, but also to drown out her worries about leaving Ethan alone with the babies, even if it was just for an hour. However, Y/N was more worried about returning and finding them all screaming in unison, her husband included.
Once in front of the house, she turned off the car and debated about staying inside a little longer. While the house seemed oddly quiet, she knew it would be a matter of time the silence is drowned out and she would find herself on the brink of madness again.
However, she had frozen meat in her trunk and she couldn’t risk it thawing. With a heavy sigh, she picked up the bags and went inside, slowly and quietly in hope of keeping the undisturbed peace a while longer. She put the groceries away and took a quick shower in the downstairs bathroom too, deciding she deserved to treat herself a little.
But after the silence continued even after she had gotten something to eat, she became suspicious.
It took just a minute to find out why when she peeked inside their bedroom, finding her husband asleep with each baby settled on his chest and his arms around them, seemingly content. Usually, she’d go crazy with the possibility of him turning in his sleep and smothering their children to death, but she had to put the worst-case scenarios out of her mind and just relax.
She smiled softly, remembering why she put herself through this hell in the first place and why she’ll keep doing it. Her heart grew two sizes too big for her chest from the sweet image, snapping a photo to remember it when the darkness takes over again.
“Want to join us? You deserve a good nap while the little monsters are sleeping.” Ethan whispered with one eye cracked open and she chuckled at the way he refers to their children. Nearing the bed, she held her breath as if breathing too loudly would wake the babies.
“How are you so good with them?” She asked quietly, her previously large heart now small and achy.
“They’re so calm with you, but when I’m with them it’s always a screaming contest. I knew I’d be a bad mom, but this is ridiculous.” She whispered the last bit, wiping a lone tear as her bottom lip quivered and her chest became heavy with the unreleased pressure of the previous months.
“You’re not a bad mom. You always know if they’re hungry or colicky or if they just shit themselves only by the sound of their cry. You spend so much time with them, bathing, feeding, changing them and you put them to sleep with tricks I can’t even believe. And then I get them all happy and peaceful. Most of the work is done by you and I’m the fun dad, but you’re the one they want whenever they fuss.” Ethan sighed, his heart hurting as he watched his soulmate weep silently, feeling as if she’s a failure when she’s anything but.
“Babe, you know that you’re not a bad mom. You just need a good night of sleep and a little bit of time for yourself to relax. I love you, which is why I’m taking the kids to Grayson’s and I’ll take care of them for the night. I’ll also take a few months off work to help out more because you may be superwoman, but you don’t have to do this alone and I wish I did this straight away instead of letting you drown like this.”
Wiping her tears away, she drew in a sharp breath of relief and if possible, her love for him grew.
“I told you not to. Wish I didn’t act so brave back then, but I’m grateful you’re doing this. I’ve got the emergency milk bags in the freezer for at least two days so don’t take too much in case we need it.” She explained, lying down beside him.
“Don’t fuss. You’re fussing more than them.” He joked, wanting to get that beautiful smile of hers which she flashed as his words reacher her.
“I’m too tired to roll my eyes and I can’t wait for some rest, but please stay for now. I missed you too much.”
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E- class when they’re incredibly drunk/tipsy
Obviously imagining aged up characters, but I did this for a meme ages ago and I found it again and added some woo!
Under the line since 1) long post 2) lots of swearing
Terasaka: Is totally fine for ages then literally falls to the floor and passes out. Usually in the stupidest position too.
Yoshida: “hOw MaNy CaRs CaN I jUmP oN mY mOtOrBiKe?” His motorbike is actually someone's little sister's pink trike and he tries to jump over anyone passed out
Muramatsu: You know he’s drunk when he eats off brand cup ramen and spills it all then cries. Also likes to pretend he's Gordon Ramsay. "Nagisa, this actopus is so raw, I can still hear it teaching me fucking MATHS"
Kirara: Gets super giggly and cuddley, much to everyone's surprise. Takes all the cute photos, then wakes up to just cringe and delete them all. (maybe a few get saved)
Itona: He takes one shot and he's totally smashed for an hour before he passes out in somewhere no one would expect. Last time was in the kitchen sink.
Karma: Tries to flirt with himself in the mirror. Proceeds to mistake himself for Asano in the mirror. Proceeds to try and beat up the mirror.
Maehara: Is literally crying about how he’s still single, won't leave Isogai's side- tries to kiss him a few times.
Isogai: Shirt off, tie around his head, Maehara crying around his waist, karaoke with okajima, no fucks given.
Okajima: Only in his boxers screaming into the karaoke mic, ends up passed out naked on the outside deck chairs. No one goes outside for the rest of the night.
Okuda: Soft and giggly-sits on spinny chair all night; “wheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee” Loses glasses at some point and crawls around like Velma.
Kayano: Finds any dress up clothes and makeup and struts around in odd heels. "Nagisa~~~ Look at me, I'm BOOTIFUL"
Nagisa: No ones sees him for the whole night, is later found passed out with multiple bottles around him. Is then duct taped to the ceiling by the Terasaka gang.
Chiba: “Hey Chiba bet you can’t shoot that whilst drunk” “Fucking watch me” Spends the entire night trying, does it, no one sees, drinks more out of sadness. His bangs have to be held whilst he throws up.
Hayami: “oH mY fUcKiNg GoD is that a kitty?!?!?!” Cries over the cats in the house. Hiccups a lot when drunk. Passes out and cats sleep on her.
Hara: Tries to eat late night take-aways and microwave meals whilst on the verge of passing out. "Hara, You're going to choke" "...just one more nugget"
Yada: Cuddles. Cute photos. Even tries to hug Terasaka at one point. “I lOvE eVeRyOnE”
Takebayashi: Is just that messy drunk, lost glasses two hours ago, messy clothes, messy hair, slides down staircase. At one point, his maid adventures get revealed...by himself.
Kurahashi: Sits in a bush outside looking for bugs. Brings all gross worms and spiders into the house. Scares Muramatsu with a cockroach. Ends up asleep in the bush
Ritsu: Someone tries to plug her into a bottle of beer before Itona actually installs like a mod so she’s drunk, ends up with her face against the glass. Drunkenly shows off her assault machinery, to which everyone panics.
Sugaya: Competes in shot contests and drinking games. Paints with anything he can find on anything he can find, including walls and people. He drew a happy face on Okajima's butt.
Mimura: Constant air guitars, especially during karaoke. Jumps down the stairs whilst doing his ultimate air guitar. Laughs too much and can’t get up for about 30 minutes.
Rio: Actually super lightweight and super giggly. Makes comments on everyone, “Pfft Nagisa you’re so blurry you look like a girl~”
Okano: Shows off doing the splits and gymnastics all night. Particularly trying to but not trying to but trying to impress Maehara. Somehow always the first to throw up.
Megu: Actually smart enough to not get drunk, but when she is on rare occasions, she's rather loud and bossy. "Okajima! Stop being naked!" "No" "Don't make me come out there and make you less naked!" All sense of formality is lost.
Justice: Naruto runs around the place. Ends up dying of laughter after he runs into a glass door. Also runs around the pool and falls in.
Kanzaki: Gets really chatty, but gets so emotional if you interrupt her. Also challenges anyone to gaming contests, winner gets to decide the loser's fate.
Sugino: Clings to Kanzaki the whole night will drunkenly point and threaten any of the flirty drunks who come near them. Tries to throw all his cans in the bin, ends up missing everytime. Accidentally tries with a glass bottle, he forgot it was glass.
Fuwa: Screams anime references the whole night. "Fuwa calm down stop singing the One Piece opening" "If you don't shut up, I will break your Nico Nico Kneecaps" Goes round shipping everyone. Tries to get them to play truth or dare/ spin the bottle.
#drunk lads#i enjoyed this one#assclass#assassination classroom#class 3 e#class 3-e#Nagisa Shiota#Karma Akabane#kaede kayano#Ryoma Terasaka#rio nakamura#Kirara Hazama#Takuya Muramatsu#taisei yoshida#yuma isogai#hiroto maehara#Chiba Ryuunosuke#Rinka Hayami#tomohito sugino#Yukiko Kanzaki#ritsu#itona horibe#kotoro takebayashi#sosuke sugaya#koki mimura#taiga okajima#Megu Kataoka#hinano kurahashi#tōka yada#Sumire Hara
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Sweeter than Cake
In which the reader offer to help Otis feel a little less unappealing.
Word count: 1986.
A/N: I take requests also so feel free to load up my inbox with creative juices. xxx
(not my gif)
You were Otis Milburn’s first kiss. It was spur-of-the-moment ordeal that occurred after a couple of drinks you’d had one night at a small gathering Otis held for his 17th birthday.
It was a bleak Friday, you, Otis, Eric and Maeve were headed out of school. The boys were steadily walking next to their bikes, helmets on at the ready, as you and Maeve chatted amongst yourselves. The boys were talking about some birthday tradition they were planning on repeating, courtesy of Eric’s generosity, whilst you and Maeve were discussing the upcoming evening in hushed tones.
“So you’ve got the cake sorted, yeah?” Maeve asked again. You looked at her, rolling your eyes.
“For the last time, I’ve got the cake!” You hushed.
“Alright, alright! Just don’t forget it this time,” she scorns light-heartedly.
“That was one time,” you chuckle, “I’ve learnt my lesson, don’t forgot the birthday cake for peoples’ birthday. I didn’t realise you’d get so cranky about it.”
“What else are birthdays for? Other than indulging in an insulting amount of calories and ruining your liver, what really is there to celebrate?” She murmurs, lighting a cigarette. You nudge her, and she blows a cloud of smoke in your direction.
Otis and Eric turn to you both, ironing out the fine details. “So tonight at eight at mine, mum’s sorting some drinks and stuff but otherwise bring your own alcohol if you want,” he tells you.
“In other words, bring alcohol,” Eric chimes in, “this is going to be even more raging than Josh Tower’s house party, how hard can it be to do a whole bottle of wine in two minutes?”
You and Otis share a concerned glare, trying to suppress a grin. “For you, it’ll be harder than playing that bloody horn in tune,” Maeve laughs, walking ahead of you all. “I’ll see you all later,” she calls.
“Erm rude!” Eric sings, hopping onto his bike. Otis follows suit. “See you later, Y/N, text me when you’re leaving and I’ll meet you at the junction,” he smiles, clipping his helmet on firmly. You nod, looking towards Otis.
“Are you sure you don’t need me to bring anything?” You ask. He shakes his head.
“No, no, I’ve got it under control,” he tells you. You’ve been friends with him for long enough to know when he’s worried, but also to know not to press him further.
“Okay, well then I’ll see you later,” you smile, “ride safe.” They both head off, leaving you and your music, and the long walk home.
You’re stood in front of the mirror, holding various clothing items up to your body and growling in frustration when you realise you have absolutely no clue what to wear and less than five minutes to decide. You call Eric.
“Hey Y/N, to what do I owe this pleasure?”
“I don’t know what to wear,” you sigh, “can I send you my options and you make the decision? You’ve got a better eye for it than I do,” you grumble, inspecting yourself in a navy dress. Nope, too Victorian.
“Send em over girl, and then leave already! We gotta get there soon,” he tells you.
You and Eric both managed to settle on a simple black dress. It was subtle, but fitted you well. You’d tried to make a little bit of an effort, at least. And perhaps it was just in your head, but Otis’ eyes lingered on your body a little more than normal when you entered the house, cake in hand (thank God), Maeve and Eric beside you.
You all bundled inside, eager to get away from the cold and closer to the alcohol. You lit the cake, sang the birthday song, and all focussed more attention on Otis than he was probably comfortable with – as is tradition for birthdays. Then you delved into your bags and started drinking the alcohol you managed to accumulate as a group. Maeve and Eric were eager to prove themselves, and you were enjoying the cheap wine you’d managed to scavenge from home.
It wasn’t long before Otis had left to use the bathroom, and Maeve and Eric were passed out on the sofas, each cuddling empty bottles as they slept. Though you were enjoying yourself as you drew obscene genitalia on their faces, you were starting to get a little lonely. It was only then that you had noticed Otis had been gone for longer than usual.
You call out his name, checking both bathrooms to find them empty. You then make a B-line for his bedroom, assuming that the birthday celebrations had probably wiped him out.
You slowly open the door to find Otis sitting on his bed, looking at his hands. “Hey, are you alright?” You ask softly, stepping into his bedroom and shutting the door behind you. He looks up at you, shocked, he hadn’t heard you come in.
“Yeah, yeah,” he says, standing up suddenly. He walks over to his vinyl collection, flicking through various covers. You edge further into his room, his space. He looks so comfortable in here.
“I love your room,” you tell him, not sure where this sudden confession had come from. He looks at you with amused eyes. “Well, it’s just nice isn’t it? So big and wood-filled and just, like something out of a romcom,” you murmur, your lips running away with you. You look at your slightly dishelevel self in the mirror, your cheeks a shade of pink and lips a shade of crimson red. The wine. The bloody wine.
“It does consist of a lot of wooden objects items,” he laughs. You send him a glare.
“You know what I mean,” you mumble, eyeing a picture on his bedside table. “This is sweet, you haven’t changed,” you laugh, staring at the small boy with the piercing blue eyes. Otis walks toward you.
“Oh my third birthday, that was a hell of a party,” he grins, a bittersweet smile finding his lips.
“I remember, with the drunk magician that managed to make five kids cry, a brilliant memory,” you smile, looking up at him. His smile falters a little, and he returns to his vinyl collection.
“Do you wanna talk about whatever is upsetting you?” You ask, leaning back on his bedside table. He looks at you, and thinks for a moment.
“Do you ever feel behind?” He asks.
“Like in school, in life? How do you mean?”
“Sexually,” he blurts out, not turning to look at you. You blink, a little confused and surprised.
“Erm, sometimes? I think? But then, everyone goes at their own pace when it comes to that,” you shrug, you lips moving more loosely than normal. ”Do you feel a little… behind?”
“Yes. No. I don’t know,” he mutters.
“Otis, talk to me.” His shoulders rise and fall, and his remains silent for a while.
“It’s ridiculous that I haven’t kissed anyone,” Otis groans. He still hasn’t moved from the vinyl player, his feet rooted to the ground.
You sit on the bed and sigh.
“It’s really not a big deal, some people don’t kiss anyone until they’re thirty. One couple didn’t until they were married!” You tell him, in an attempt to clear his head. “I promise you, you’re not weird, dysfunctional or a loser because you haven’t kissed anyone.”
“Well I didn’t think I was a loser but now you’ve mentioned it I-“
“Oh god Otis, if its’ really that much of an issue I’ll kiss you. It can be an extra birthday present if you want, like a giftcard but non-returnable,” you propose, shaking your head in disbelief, nothing gets past this boy.
“What?” He says, looking at you in surprise.
“What? Ooh, no, I was joking Otis,” you laugh. His face turns a dark shade of red.
“Yeah, of course, right, right,” he looks down, his gaze fixed on his hands once again. Maybe it’s the guilt, or the alcohol, but you think about it. About kissing Otis Milburn.
A moment passes, and you bite your lip. “I don’t have to be… joking, that is. If you wanna get it out of the way, it won’t mean anything,” you shrug, looking at him once more. He looks like a tomato.
“You are joking, right?”
“No. I’m serious, it’s no big deal. And if it means that much to you, I’ll be up for it,” you tell him.
“Oh so, a pity kiss?”
“No Otis, I’m just putting it out there,” you mumble, feeling embarrassed now. He doesn’t speak for a while, and you conclude that even Maeve and Eric are probably better conversationalists right now, and they’re passed out downstairs.
You stand up, “I’m just gonna head.”
“No,” Otis blurts out, taking a few steps towards you. “No. I want to just get it over with.”
“You do know how to make a girl feel special,” you smirk. Otis sends you a look. “I’m kidding!”
You take a seat back on the bed and he falls down beside you. “You don’t need to get it over with, there’s no timer on having your first kiss, Otis. It’s really nothing,” you tell him, placing a hand on his. His blue eyes find your and he sighs.
“I just want to feel normal,” he breathes. You twist your body to face his, and pull his chin so that his looking at you once again.
“No one is normal, being normal is overrated. Yeah, you know what, you are different to most people, you’re generous and helpful, and you are always there for people, even when they don’t deserve you. I beg that you see that,” you mutter, you hand now on his cheek. A moment passes and you notice his eyes flicker to your lips. He hesitates, his head etching towards yours.
Impatiently, you push your face towards his and graze his lips. He pulls away, a little taken aback. You bury your hands into your lap. “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have just-“
His hands are on your cheeks, closing the space between you both once again. He’s still a little nervous, planting a soft kiss on you. You meet his gaze, an overwhelming feeling clouding both of your judgements. You should probably stop, but neither of you want to. This kiss gets more heated now, his hands landing on your hips, your arms tangled around his neck. He bring you on top of his lap, a new surge of confidence rushing through him. Your legs are on either side of his, and he’s threatening to lie back on the bed and bring you with him, his body begins to tilt back and then... he squeals.
You pull back.
“You okay?” You ask, searching his face for any sign of violation. His cheeks turn a deep red, patchy against his pale skin. You run a hand through his fringe, pushing it off of his face.
“Yeah, I just, erm, need to use the bathroom,” he mumbles, stumbling over his words. You nod, stepping off of him. You hop from one foot to the other, unsure of what to do with yourself.
“I’ll leave you to it,” you smile awkwardly, worried that he was regretting the heated moment between you both already. You cough awkwardly, stepping out of the room and leaving him to gather his thoughts – just as you needed to.
You lean against the door and touch your lips, a tingling sensation lingering behind. Your mind was messy, filled with all kinds of thoughts and questions and worries. You didn’t know what would happen tomorrow, or in the next few minutes when Otis would emerge from his room to find you trying to wake the others up in a desperate plea to rid the air of any discomfort. But one thing that was apparent, was that your heart was beating a little too quickly. And boy, Otis Milburn was a good kisser.
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author’s note: happy father’s day! to celebrate, i wanted to write something for my favorite fictional dad - rick grimes. so have this tiny fic starring rick and rick jr!
xoxo,
rebekah
He remembers Father’s Days of old. When Carl would give him cards covered in balloons and bears with #1 Dad! printed across the front in bold letters, a tiny note scrawled inside in his son’s messy handwriting, a tiny keepsake crafted under Lori’s watchful eye presented alongside it.
He remembers a Father’s Day at the dawn of the new world. He spent the day with his family, playing games and telling stories, Judith almost continuously presenting him with original songs and dances, and every so often throwing her arms around him and telling him he was the, “best daddy ever and ever!” while Michonne took a picture in the background with Aaron’s Polaroid camera.
He isn’t expecting anything this Father’s Day. And it’s not just because Judith is at the Hilltop for a visit with a recently-returned Aunt Maggie and Hershel. Or because he’s planning on not going to the community gathering tonight to celebrate all the dads, because he still feels a bit out of sorts in this place, even though it’s surviving and thriving on the foundations that he built, and he’s married to the leader.
It’s RJ.
RJ...is having trouble warming up to him. It’s not so unusual, and it will get better, will fix itself with time. That’s what Michonne keeps telling him, along with Siddiq, and Aaron, and anyone else who knows of the problem. And it’s not hard to understand. For the first seven years of the child’s life, he was nothing but a ghost. Then when he did reappear, he was so strange. Famished and filthy, flighty and far removed from the man who starred in the stories RJ had heard, so much so that it was hard for everyone to reconcile, let alone a child.
And he knew that. He knows that. He expects to have to put in time and effort to build a relationship with his son. He’s willing and eager to do it.
It’s hard, though. Incredibly, unspeakably hard. You see, he never loved anything as quickly as he loved RJ. It was instantaneous, there within a single beat of his heart. One moment, he didn’t know he had a son. Then, he saw him, and he knew he was his, and he loved him, wholly. Ferociously. And now, all he wants to do is smother his son with that love, make up for all the years he missed loving him.
It’s hard, though. It’s hard when he feels RJ tense every time they touch, when he talks to Rick in one-word mumbles, and gazes at him with suspicious eyes.
It’s hard. And he’s not expecting anything. Not this Father’s Day.
He’s surprised, then, when he’s awakened by a small finger tap, tap, tapping on his shoulder, as he lies in bed on his stomach. He’s finally readjusted enough that he doesn’t startle at every unexpected touch, and his eyes blink open.
His blue orbs meet a pair of brown ones. Ones he’d recognize anywhere, because they’re a carbon copy of Michonne’s.
RJ.
He swallows the enthusiastic greeting that bubbles to his lips, and treads carefully.
“Hey, RJ.”
“Hi, Daddy,” he murmurs back, in a small voice, a cautious look on his face.
Rick goes to speak again, but first catches sight of the sheriff's hat sitting on the boy’s head. Carl’s face flashes in his mind, followed by Judith’s, before settling back onto the child in front of him.
“Whatcha got there?” he asks, motioning to the hat with his head.
RJ’s eyes flash with alarm, before he looks away. Rick can hear him twisting his foot into the carpet, the soft cotton of a sock grinding against the rug.
“Judy forgot it when she left, so I took- I mean, borrowed it from her.”
RJ frowns, and stares down at the ground.
“I know Judy doesn’t like it when I go in her room, but - “
“I won’t tell her,” Rick interrupts. When RJ looks up at him, he smiles softly, and places his index finger over his lips.
“Our secret?” he whispers.
“Our secret,” RJ agrees, and places his own finger over his lips.
A small grin begins to take over the child’s face. Then, he lifts his arms and lays a folded piece of paper on the bed next to his father. As Rick picks it up, he reads the words scribbled on the front in bright blue crayon.
#1 Dad!
“Mommy told me it was a day called Father’s Day, so me and her made a card for you while you were in the garden. Mommy helped me write the words, and I drew a picture of us inside.”
Rick opens the card to find two blue stick figures, one much taller than the other, in a field of pointy green grass. Happy Father’s Day! is written below it, followed by RJ’s sloppy signature.
“Thank you, RJ,” he says, as he props the card up on his nightstand.
Again, he’s careful. He wants nothing more than to sweep the boy up into his arms, and shower him in cuddles and kisses. But he knows he can’t do that.
“I really love it,” he says instead. “I’m gonna hang it up so I can see it all the time.”
RJ nods, the smile on his face still lingering. He looks over his shoulder at the doorway, and then turns back to his dad.
“Mommy said she’s making waffles instead of pancakes today because they’re your favorite. We usually can’t because we have to save ‘lectricity but she said today is special. Do you wanna eat with me?”
He stares at Rick with wide eyes. Rick can see a hint of eagerness in them, and it makes his heart swell.
“I’d love to, RJ.”
He moves to get out of bed, and RJ takes a few steps back to give him space. Rick gets a shirt from his dresser, and pulls it over his head. RJ watches him with curious eyes.
“Ready?” Rick asks him. RJ nods, and then reaches out and takes his hand.
“Ready.”
They make their way out of the room, and down the hallway. He can hear the sounds of Michonne moving around in the kitchen.
When they get to the stairs, RJ stops him.
“Daddy?” he says.
“What?”
RJ glances away. When he looks back at him, his gaze is shy.
“I love you,” he tells him softly.
It’s the first time he’s told him unprompted by Michonne. His jaw drops slightly, and he can feel the pressure of tears behind his eyes.
But he must be subtle. Careful. So he swallows once, and then crouches down so he can look into his son’s eyes. Before he can speak, RJ steps towards him, between his legs, and wraps his small arms around his torso.
“I love you, Daddy,” he repeats.
This time, he can’t help the tear that escapes from his eyes. He’s glad RJ can’t see, as he hugs his boy back with all his might. He wasn’t expecting anything this Father’s Day, and instead, he got this moment. Something worth so much more than any trinket or gift.
When RJ pulls back, Rick looks into his eyes.
“I love you, too. More than anything else.”
RJ smiles, a beaming smile that Michonne keeps saying he inherited from Rick. The two stand up straight, and then RJ takes his hand again, and leads him down the stairs.
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