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watchmegetobsessed · 1 year

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Hi! Can you make a full writing about the little blurb you did about the pic harry posted for harry’s house 1 year bday? Xx

CHEESY

A/N: at first i didn't want to write more about it, but im so deep in the fluffy content that i ended up expanding the little scene i wrote. of course, original idea by @harrysblackcoat

WORD COUNT: 1.3k

SUMMARY: It's your annual trip to Italy with your boyfriend, but he is planning to make it special by asking you one important question.

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“Harry! Are you ready? We have to leave!”

“I’m coming!”

Harry quickly takes the diamond ring out of the velvet box and slips it into his back pocket, praying to God he won’t lose it before the big moment. He drops the box back into his bag in a hurry, burying it underneath his shirts before walking out of the bedroom of the villa you’ve been sharing for the past week.

It’s your fourth year in a row when the two of you spend two weeks in Italy so it’s safe to say that it’s now a tradition. But this year will be different.

As Harry walks out to the hall he finds you standing by the front door in a white sundress and a straw hat, your totebag hanging from your shoulder and he catches you putting your polaroid camera inside. He got you the camera for last Christmas and you’ve snapped hundreds of pictures since then. Harry loves the excitement on your face when you’re waiting for the photo to develop.

Looking up a smile stretches across your face when you see him in his green and white striped t-shirt that’s tucked into a pair of nice jeans, his hair looks lush and soft, a pair of retro aviator sunglasses hanging from the neck of his shirt and then there’s the mustache… That mustache! You love it so much, even though you’ve never been a big fan of facial hair, but Harry proved you wrong.

“What took you so long? Were you styling the ‘stache?” you tease him as you wrap your arms around his waist and steal a quick kiss.

“Gotta take good care of it,” he smirks. “Alright, let’s go.”

After a thirty minute drive you leave the car at the bottom of the mountain before starting the hike that takes you up to the winery. You’ve been here last year and you enjoyed it so much you wanted to come back, but this time you decided to approach the place on foot. It’s a nice change, you haven’t been too active in the past week, well, outside of the bedroom, at least.

“Just one picture! Come on!” you urge him, pushing him in place, your polaroid camera all ready in your other hand to snap a picture of your boyfriend.

“You have a dozen pictures of me already, Love,” he chuckles but obeys and leans against the stone wall running along the trail you’ve been hiking up to the winery on top of the hill.

“Fuck, you look so good!” you groan as you snap the picture, enamored by the beauty if your lover.

“Not as good as you,” he compliments you back, his eyes slipping down on your body, amazed by the way the white sundress flows so effortlessly around your figure. You’re tinkering with your camera as he reaches into his back pocket, making sure the ring is still there. His fingers tap on the diamond and he exhales, glancing up at the top of the hill where the terracotta roof of the winery is already peeking out from behind the trees. He knows everything is all ready for your arrival, the staff has sent him a picture of the beautifully decorated pergola where he will ask the big question, but still, his pulse is starting to spike. He’s been planning this for over a year now, though if he is being honest, he’s known he would ask you to marry him the day he met you. He’s not sure how, but he just knew.

You walk hand in hand for the rest of the hike and you rave about how much you hope they will have a bottle of the same wine you drank last time, because you haven’t drunk anything like that since then. Little do you know, Harry requested fifty bottles to be delivered to your home when you get back.

“Hm, it looks… a bit different than last year,” you note as you finally reach the top and notice the decorations.

“Yeah, it does,” Harry smiles as he exchanges a look with the staff lined up in front of the building.

“Why was everyone waiting for us? And what’s with the smiles? I know people around here are nice but this is a bit too much,” you whisper to him, while trying your best to return the smiles.

“You’ll see.”

Harry pulls you over towards the pergola as you’re trying to put one and one together, but as soon as you see all the fairy lights and flowers that decorate the place, you finally realize what this is about.

“Harry!” you gasp as you finally stand in the middle of the pergola and Harry turns to face you, holding both your hands.

“Y/N,” he chuckles, but you notice the nervous shake in his voice. Your eyes are already tearing up and you need to hold yourself back to let him talk and give him the moment he planned out. He takes a deep breath and then speaks up.

“I have loved you since the day I met you. It’s cheesy, but it’s true. We bonded over liking the same kind of beer at the pub and I made Mitch promise to never tell you this, but on our way home I told him that if I were to marry anyone, it would be you.”

You let out a chuckle as tears stream down your face, drinking up his words.

“It’s been four years now and you taught me so many things. You taught me to be my best version, to see the beauty in everything and… I can’t imagine a day when you’re not with me in some kind of way. I see you in the clouds, because I remember when we watched them for hours on the roof of your old building. I see you in my coffee, because it reminds me of the time you brought me a cup to bed in the morning and spilled it all over me.”

He laughs and you do the same, letting go of his hand just to wipe your cheeks quickly and then you grab his hands again.

“Even when you’re not with me, you still are. And I want this to stay the same for the rest of my life.”

He gets down on one knee and reaches into his back pocket, grabbing the ring and then holding it up as you gasp again, as if you didn’t know this was coming.

“I love you, Y/N, and I can’t imagine a day when I won’t, because it’s impossible. I will always love you. And I want to celebrate the love I have for you the most sacred way possible. Will you marry me?”

“Yes! Yes! Oh my God of course I will!” you burst out, throwing yourself at him sobbing and laughing at the same time. You almost both fall to the ground, he hugs you tighter than ever.

When you finally pull back you’re kneeling, just like him and he takes your shaky hand, putting the ring on your finger finally and of course, it fits perfectly.

You’re not noticing the soft music playing in the background and how the staff is cheering on you, you tuned it all out the moment you realized what Harry was about to do.

Harry stands up and helps you up as well, circling his arms around you right away.

“You have no idea how long I’ve been waiting to do this,” he smiles down at you. You exhale, turning into jelly in his arms as you reach up and take his face in your hands.

“I love you,” you softly tell him.

“I love you too,” he replies and presses his lips to yours, the first kiss you share as an engaged couple.

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gyunglitter · 9 months

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i'll always choose you ⚘ choi beomgyu

-for the days being alive seems too hard, you're so happy to have your boyfriend

warnings: none really, just beomgyu being a simp—also, not edited

tags: established relationship, angst, fluff, hurt to comfort

notes: this is the first time i’ve ever finished a story (even if it is just a one shot), but i’m so happy it was this one. i wrote this during a couple of my bad days, so i hope it can help you on yours <3

Beomgyu was just barely getting out of his post-practice shower when he heard his special ringtone he had set just for you go off. You hadn’t talked to each other all day, your last interaction being a quick facetime and good night texts. And while the other members teased him for being clingy, he admitted with his full chest that he missed you. Tiredly wiping a towel through his damp hair, Beomgyu looked at his phone to see a new text message from you.

From: bubs <3

are you busy?

Beomgyu raised an eyebrow at the simple message; typically, you were a pretty energetic texter. It was something he liked about you since he was the same way with people he cared about. Your relationship was still fairly new, but he didn’t think it felt that way with you– the two of you seemed to just get one another, clicking instantly right off the bat and your connection getting deeper with every interaction. So to see a quick text like that surprised him a little bit, but with the thought of getting to facetime you, Beomgyu texted you back immediately.

To: bubs <3

hey, just got out of the shower! practice went a little long today🙃

Beomgyu set his phone down for a moment to throw on some clothes, thinking you would take a bit longer to respond since you typically send longer texts once you knew he was free to talk. However, he was proven wrong when he heard your ringtone go off not even ten seconds later.

From: bubs <3

can i see you?

Beomgyu couldn’t help but feel a little worried as he glanced at the message, throwing his shirt on to get his hands back on his phone. Call him dramatic, but the simple sentence made the worst possible scenarios run through his mind.

To: bubs <3

is everything okay?

what happened?

From: bubs <3

it’s fine

nothing happened

sorry, didn’t mean to worry you

A sigh left Beomgyu’s mouth as he read your last text, confusion and worry only building up even more. Though you assured him nothing had happened, it sure as hell didn’t feel like it. Not only were your texts incredibly bland, but you also weren’t elaborating much of anything, something you supremely hated. Communication was key to you, and he was just now starting to realize why.

To: bubs <3

are you at your dorm right now?

From: bubs <3

yeah

To: bubs <3

okay, did you want any food or anything?? i can drop by the dumpling place or tteokbokki stand on the way to yours!

From: bubs <3

its fine, see you soon?

To: bubs <3

yeah, i’ll be there in 15

just gotta let the guys know!

Beomgyu waited for any other texts from you to come through, but was left with the same screen. No “thanks”, no “stay safe” text, not even one emoji that could possibly express some form of affection. At first he thought you got into an accident of some disastrous sort, spiking his worries. Now, he can feel the worry levels rising again, this time for himself.

What if you wanted to break up with him?

He thought your two a half months of being together had been perfect so far, he hadn’t messed up once. Sure, he teased you about the way you sang his songs sometimes, or the times you needed his help with your perilla leaf, or even when you couldn’t beat Hueningkai in arm wrestling. But he thought it was cute! He thought you liked him annoying you since you dished it back much worse than he did–BUT WHAT IF YOU DIDN’T?

Oh no.

He had to beg you to not leave him, he was not ready to let you go, he hadn’t even taken you to meet Toto yet.

You sat by your front door, resting your head beside the door frame as you waited for Beomgyu to show up. You had no idea how much time had passed since you couldn’t even bring yourself to look at your phone after his last message got through to you. You’d left your phone on your bed and used your remaining energy to trudge your way to the front door. You were tired.

True to your texts to your boyfriend, nothing had happened. And it was okay. You weren’t, but the vague subject of “it” very much was. Sort of.

Nothing inherently bad happened to you: no one spilt their coffee on you, no mean people at work, not even a long red light while driving home. It had just been one of those days where the world felt a little heavier on you. You honestly haven't felt this way in a while. Not since before meeting Beomgyu, who made you smile more than you thought was possible. But alas, mental illness isn’t cured so easily.

You’d gotten home from work less than thirty minutes ago, but you had yet to feel any relief yet. Not knowing what to do and not wanting to be alone, you reached out to the boy who makes you feel lighter effortlessly. You’ve only been together for two and a half months, but they have been the happiest two and a half months you’ve experienced–cheesiness be damned.

Frantic knocks on the front door motivated you to get up for your boyfriend, the tightness in your chest already getting ready to loosen at the thought of Beomgyu standing on the other side.

You could see your boyfriend’s startled face when you opened the door, most likely from the fact that he had barely taken his fist off the wood when you’d whipped it open.

“Y-Y/n! I got here as fast as I could! I know what you’re gonna say, and I just wanna say first that I’m so sorry for teasing you so much–you just make the cutest facial expressions when you get annoyed and I didn’t realize you might have actually cared that I said Hyuka’s arms are bigger than your mom–”

You stared at the boy rambling in front of you, waving one arm in the air as chaotically as his words. However, you also saw in his other hand was a small bunch of flowers–flowers that looked suspiciously like the ones planted in your main lobby’s centerpieces. The poor things still had clumps of dirt on their ends and were staining your boyfriend’s fingers, but he didn’t show any indication of caring as he was still staring at you intently, unshed tears lining his eyes.

This was your boyfriend. Your sweet, loud, silly boyfriend who never failed to make you feel lighter. Effortlessly.

Quickly, you wrapped your arms around Beomgyu’s waist and held him tightly. You felt his arms secure themselves around you automatically. You only realized he’d done it without thinking when he stopped talking and could feel his heart rate suddenly pick up after a few seconds in each other’s arms.

“I don’t wanna break up with you, you loser,” you muttered into his neck and chest.

Beomgyu breathed out. “You don’t?”

“No, I just…really wanted to see you.”

All you could manage was burying yourself even deeper into your boyfriend’s embrace. For the first time today, you felt like you could finally trust someone enough to take hold of the weight from the world and bear it with you. As a result, you slowly leaned against Beomgyu even more and let him really hold you, feeling as if you didn’t have to hold yourself up now that you knew help was here.

Beomgyu tightened his grip on you, when he felt you sigh into his neck. His mind flashed back to the messages you sent. Sure he was relieved that you weren’t trying to leave him, but now he was back to square one: worrying about you.

“Y/n?” He whispered into your hair.

“Hm?”

“I…I really like you, y/n…” Beomgyu admitted quietly. “You said nothing happened, but I know you’re not okay. I don’t know what’s wrong, but please tell me so I can fix it.”

He felt your head burrow even further into him for a second and was about to say…well he doesn’t quite know what to say, he’s just so damn worried about you. But he ended up not needing to say anything. Because you had instead pushed yourself away from his embrace and grabbed his hands, not minding the dirt gathering on your fingers from his pathetic flowers.

“Let’s head inside, Gyu.”

And you led him through, not letting go of his hand once. Not even when he reached to take off his shoes. You instead stuck to him, as if you couldn’t bear to be physically apart from him for one second. He didn’t mind. He felt the same way.

When you both made it to your room, Beomgyu placed the crushed flowers on your bedside table and laid down on your bed. It only took him a second to open his arms for you to snuggle into him once again, shrinking yourself even more than you had before. He massaged the back of your neck under your hair, a habit he randomly developed with you to soothe both you and himself, and felt you release another big sigh.

Though this felt really nice, Beomgyu couldn’t feel at ease. This was completely new territory for the both of you. Sure, you had many quiet moments together. But your silences together were more so ones of peace. This one felt more like…an absence. As if he was missing something and just waiting for you to fill it in again.

“Thanks for the flowers. I’m sorry I worried you so much,” you whispered, your voice so low he wouldn’t have been able to hear had it not been for the lack of space between you. You sounded so, well, small.

And as much as Beomgyu wanted to tell you it was okay, he knew he couldn’t. Because if he said it was, you’d think you could do it again. And he really did not want to go through feeling like this again. Others would call him dramatic, but he calls it his Y/n Intuition. You may be the light in his life, but he knows all about hiding your real feelings behind a smile.

“I just…I don’t think about what I’m saying or doing sometimes when I get…like this…”

He can practically hear the struggle you’re going through as you try to communicate with him.

“What is this, bubs?” Beomgyu asked patiently, prompting you to keep trying.

Taking a breath, you took the time to sort out your thoughts before saying, “Somedays I just wake up…duller I guess.”

“Duller?”

You nodded hesitantly. “Like the colors are fading, my days all become the same, and even though I just woke up I’m so tired. And I just…don’t get the point anymore.”

Beomgyu tried his hardest to not flinch at your confession.

“I’m so tired, Beomgyu, I can’t bring myself to do anything. And I can’t want to do anything either. Just the thought of it….” You shook your head back and forth, as if to erase what you’d just said. “Agh, I hate myself sometimes. I’m sorry, that’s so lazy. I’m not like this most of the time, I promise, Gyu. Some days are just harder than others.”

Beomgyu frowned deeply at your denial to yourself. He didn’t like hearing the things you thought about unconsciously, but even more, he didn’t like the way you talked about yourself.

“Why do you talk about yourself like that?” He asked, hands still.

You raised your head to look up at him. “Like what?”

“‘Lazy’. You’re not lazy, y/n.”

“That’s what being lazy is, dude,” you scoffed, letting out a light laugh.

But Beomgyu shook his head. “That’s not the root of the issue–there’s a difference between being lazy and overwhelmed. It happens to me too, you can’t help that sometimes. But you’re. Not. Lazy, y/n. You just need help.”

He watched as your eyes widened at him, before you frowned and scoffed, mostly aimed toward yourself. “I’m, uh, not very good at asking for help.”

“You did a good job of getting me here,” Beomgyu smiled.

You shook your head at him. “But I wasn’t trying to get you here for help. I…” you sighed out, laying your head back in Beomgyu’s neck. “I just wanted you.”

With a new soft feeling taking over, Beomgyu nearly burst into tears for the second time that night. He felt things in his heart and stomach he had never felt before, and he didn’t want it to ever go away. God, he couldn’t put a proper name to how he felt, but he wanted you too.

“I missed you today, “ he whispered into the quiet room.

“Yeah?” you whispered back.

“Mhm. Practice went long today, but it felt even longer because I couldn’t focus on anything but that goodnight text you sent me last night.”

“It wasn’t anything special, Gyu,” you said, but he could tell that you were blushing, which made him let out a soft chuckle.

“I swear, you have such a way with words, bubs, I think you chose the wrong profession,” he joked lightly, feeling the way your lips curved against his neck. “But it’s not always the words you say that matter to me, it’s the fact that you say anything at all.”

Beomgyu’s hand that had been rubbing the back of your neck moved down to squeeze your waist again.

He said softly, “I know it’s hard for you to see what the point is some days, I feel like that sometimes too. But I just have to remind myself of the things that keep me happy.”

“Like Toto?” you chimed in, a small smile creeping up your lips as Beomgyu snorted at your lame joke to stop your tears from coming.

“I was thinking more about you, but yes, I guess he counts too.”

You gasped playfully, “Wow, some pet owner you are.”

He just shrugged in response. “It was either that or a being a good boyfriend, bubs.”

“Well,” you sighed heavily, “Even though I feel bad for your bird, I have to say I am grateful you chose the second option. I mean, look at these beautiful flowers you got me. They’re so authentic, they still have the dirt from my lobby on them.”

Beomgyu merely smiled, before saying, “It’s not that hard of a decision—I’ll always choose you, bubs.”

He felt a groan reverberate off of his neck from your whining form and tried to stop the laugh from bubbling out of his chest, knowing it would distract you from his point. Meanwhile you were too busy trying to fight off your embarrassment.

“Oh my god, Gyu, you’re so cheesy!” You try and nestle into your boyfriend further to hide from him, but fail as you’re already as close as can be. And with the fact that Beomgyu does not put up with it this time.

“No y/n, I mean it!” Your boyfriend pushed you away gently but firmly to make you see his gaze that was filled with determination and sincerity. “I know it’s only been a couple of months, but you need to know this because I can’t see myself not being with you anytime in the near future. Meaning there are going to be more days like this, whether it’s you feeling off, or me! While I try to let you know just how much I care about you everyday, I want you to remember especially on the hard days that you are so important; to the people you call family, to the people you work with, to the people you smile at, to our friends, to my family, to me. God, y/n, you mean the world to me.”

You could feel tears start to build up on your lash line. Usually you’d try and hide away when you started to get emotional, but between Beomgyu’s firm hands holding you and his own watery eyes staring intently into yours, you couldn’t bring yourself to pull away.

“While I want you to be the happiest person everyday of your life and never have to cry, I know personally how that isn’t healthy or fair of me to put on you,” Beomgyu said, his voice starting to become wobbly, “So whenever you feel like this, I want you to know that I understand. And if you’ll have me, I’ll be here.”

The tears were already falling, from both your eyes and his, but you didn’t care. All you could feel was Beomgyu’s heart beating under your hand as you slowly moved it to rest on his chest. Your heart rate matched his easily, speeding up just the tiniest bit as Beomgyu moved his hand to rest on top of yours.

“Gyu…”

“Please have me, Y/n. I really, really like you. And I want to be here, no matter what kind of day it is,” he whispered now, the words slowly getting lower the closer you inched to him.

You let out the smallest laugh, as if the peaceful feeling filling your stomach was floating through your lungs to now fill the small space between you and your boyfriend's lips. The laugh was a tinkly, kind sound that seemed to have reached Beomgyu, because the tears running down his cheeks were overtaken by his dimples you so famously adored. Your laugh sounded out, but the smile on your face remained as you started to cup his cheek and lightly trace over his dimple.

“God…you mean the world to me too, Beomgyu,” you whispered.

Your voice sent shivers down Beomgyu’s spine, and the way he sighed in awe at your words made you lean forward to close the space between you two, your lips finally connecting after what felt like too long.

His hands shifted to tugging you even closer as he sighed in the kiss. You hummed against his lips as well, relishing in the way he deepened the kiss, a bit desperately as if he couldn’t possibly get enough of you. You couldn’t complain, as you felt the exact same. And as you felt the connection between you both deepen, you could also feel the tightness in your chest melt away.

While you knew your problems/feelings weren’t something Beomgyu could kiss away, you knew he would understand. You knew he would be there. And you knew he would care.

And for now, that was enough to get you out of bed the next morning with a smile, ready to take on another day.

(additional) notes: just wanted to say that while this beomgyu isn’t real, i hope y’all know that everything this one said is still true. if y’all need anything, message me or any of the ones mentioned and watch some to do :)

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d0nk3y-k0ng · 25 days

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༉‧₊˚. i ain't had no good dick in some months, should i be scared of you?

tw: f!reader (in either early or mid twenties), needy!reader, postmanga/timeskip!sakusa, talkative!sakusa, fiance!sakusa no use of y/n (CUZ IT ALWAYS TURNS ME OFF), praise kink, tit sucking, fingering, clit sucking, pussy eating, p0rn WITH a LITTLE plot, use of personal headcanons, reader gets called sweetheart, baby, good girl, etc.

w.c.: 1.03k words

dividers by @cafekitsune and @inklore i think

author notes: guysss omg i'm so excited this is my first ever oneshot (drabble?) plsss don't let this floppp i honestly thought my first piece would be jjk but here we are.... writing haikyuu.... anyways thank you for reading love u all <3 also the song title is edible by flo milli :3 PLS also give me constructive criticism i am so open to it + this is only part 1, so if yall want part 2 pls say soooooooooooo tag list: @kyamiia @nessieartss @screampied @sttoru @gleasonlovesjasontodd @jeannineee @suguriin (if you wanna be tagged or removed from tag list, pls ask!)

kiyoomi sakusa.

back when he was just a 16 year old in high school, he was considered a genius. a prodigy.

what kind of second-year was one of the top three spikers in the nation? outrageous.

and now he's 27, playing for one of the best teams in the world, the msby black jackals, with his former teammates and some new, destroying team after team.

he's a neat freak, a blunt teammate, completely anti-social, and a heavy hitter on spikes.

but what only you knew was different.

he's also a great cook, a passionate lover that doesn't need just words to show his love and a gorgeous dick that you swore to your best friend punctures your lungs every time it's inside you.

speaking of which, when was the last time it was inside of you?

"sweetheart," he calls from the kitchen. "will you come taste test this soup for me?"

summers were either spent at kiyoomi's parent's old beach house in malibu or the lake lodge in the grassy plains of switzerland. this year, to relax before his games in the fall and winter, and before you got married, you two decided to stay at the lodge. it was a two-story house with a veranda on the top floor and a 40 acre property. you lounge on the couch in the living room in one of his spare jerseys, watching TV before he calls you over.

"sure," you stand up, padding over to the kitchen.

oh, good god.

he looks like a dream. shirtless with gray sweats and curly hair slightly damp from a recent shower. not to mention that packing bulge poking out of his sweats. kiyoomi turns towards you, holding out a spoonful of his special potato soup.

"here," he tips your chin to gently spoon-feed you. it tastes wonderful, to say in the very least. he turns back around, sighing as he washes the spoon off with soap and water. typical.

"i feel like there's something off about it," he continues. "i can't really tell."

"maybe a little more salt?" you say, leaning on the counter, licking your lips. "pepper?"

"pepper?" he frowns. "maybe so-"

his sentence is cut off as you tug at the waistband of his sweats. he gulps. when you look at him with those eyes, and that little pout in your upper lip, who is he to refuse?

"baby," his voice turns a little breathy and he turns the stove off. "you know what you're doing, you know damn well-"

"when's the last time we fucked, kiyoo?" you wheedle. "we haven't since we came here. it's been weeks, i just need you."

he closes his eyes and runs his fingers through his hair. composure, he reminds himself. i need to focus on composure.

but he looks back at you, and there is no way he's going to say no. he licks his lips, turns to the sink, and furiously washes his hands and dries them off before grabbing you by the waist and hoisting you over his shoulder.

you yelp, giggling. "did you really have to wash your hands before this?" you ask as you're carried to the master bedroom upstairs. kiyoomi's hand reaches up to knead your thigh.

"i don't want my pussy to get dirty." he says quietly, before shoving open the door with his knee and placing you on the bed, reaching to remove both your clothing. he cups your breasts, groaning softly. you bite your lip to keep yourself from making too much noise.

he lifts your upper back to suckle on it with his eyes closed, and you moan.

"kiyoo," you mewl, reaching down to slip your fingers under your panties. his eyebrows furrows as he feels you move, and he gently grabs your hand.

"my pussy," he repeats against your skin. kiyoomi nips at your bud before trailing his lips down your abdomen, your navel, and the apex of your thighs. he slides your panties down and spreads you apart, blinking slowly at the slick sight, and humming in satisfaction.

"look at that," he coos, leaning down to give your clit a kiss, and you whimper, sliding your hands into his downy hair. "shit, look at how soaked you are." he licks a lazy circle against your pearl, and you bite back a shriek from the jolt of pleasure. "didn't know you were this needy, baby, shoulda told me sooner,"

you squeeze your eyes shut, your grip tightening on his hair.

"easyyyy," he soothes. "keep your eyes on me, alright? i'm gonna put a finger in now. remember your safe words," slowly, agonizingly slowly, he dips his middle finger in. from playing volleyball for over a decade, his fingertips are rough and calloused, his knuckles are exaggerated, and they move smoother inside your tight channel. you moan heavily.

"mnnn- fuck, oh my god..." you warble.

"i thank god for granting me this pretty pussy every waking moment of my life," he stuffs a second finger inside, pressing down on that particularly spongy spot that makes you writhe. "mm. guess i found the good spot," he slowly fucks his fingers in and out, eyebrows knitted tightly together in concentration. you whine, tugging at his hair as he sucks your clit as well.

"good girl," he croons. "look at that. taking my fingers like a champ, huh? y'close?" he delivers another kiss to your bud, and takes his fingers out to plunge his tongue in, mouthing at your labia. "holy shit," kiyoomi mutters. your lower stomach tightens as he continues, praising you and lapping at your cunt with abandon.

"kiyoo, shit, feels- ahn-!" your eyes cloud with tears.

"i know, baby, i know, feels nice, hm?" he licks faster, pressing down on your stomach.

"ahn-" you cry out urgently. "f-fuck, i'm gonna-" the tension in your stomach releases, and you squirt, releasing your fluids over his lower face and neck.

"oh, god, i just squirted all over you," you mumble, embarrassed. you know he'll be grossed out, but instead he looks some off his lip, tasting it.

"could use some salt," he smiles wickedly as he spreads your thighs apart further and positions himself above your entrance. "maybe pepper?"

fanfic by d0nk3y-k0ng

original character by haruichi furudate

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jake-g-lockley · 1 year

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Hi! Can I request prompt 19 with Din Djarin? Fem!Reader. Thanks in advance 😊✨

As We Fall (The Mandalorian x f!reader)

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Prompt: ARGUING!!!!! then a heated “kiss me.” and suddenly their hands are all over each other

A/N: ohohoho I loved writing this!!! Oh nonnie, thanks for the ask

Warnings: MDNI, smut, sexual content, roasting the shit outta each other, play fighting, Din removes his helmet.

Word Count: 1.2k

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

You and the Mandalorian had a lot of free time after Grogu left the both of you to join Luke Skywalker. You both had been moping around the Crest like sad parents, but the both of you were mostly bored out of your minds.

You could not stop thinking of the man before you. He had removed his helmet when he said goodbye to Grogu and you almost collapsed at how beautiful his face looked. He had a gorgeous rugged beard and fluffy hair that you wanted to touch and run your fingers through, although you never admitted to it.

His eyes were a special shade of chocolate and you would fight whatever evil force that plagued the galaxy to see them up close. You wanted to memorise his face but Din had not removed his helmet in front of you since that day and you were too shy to say anything about it.

“What’s going through that head of yours?” his modulated voice broke through your thoughts.

“Nothing, just of how bored I am.” you said casually, leaning against the chair you were seated on.

Din was smirking under his helmet. He might not be a Jedi who can mind read, but he could see the subtle spike of your heartbeat through his visor as you not so subtly stared at him. His steady voice didn’t betray the fact that he already knew what you were thinking about and he was already concocting his own plan.

“Why don’t I teach you how to spar?” he said, tipping his head slightly, making your heart quicken again.

He knew you wore a good mask with the way your face didn’t twitch, not even for a millisecond.

“Oh, please, I know how to fight, Din Djarin, too scared to challenge me?” you tipped your chin upward and smiled sweetly.

“It’s not a challenge when I know that I could take you down easily, meshurok.” he casually got up and brushed invisible fluff off his beskar armour and you gulped.

You loved it when he called you that. Meshurok. Gemstone. You were his gemstone, a treasure that he found and cherished with his life. He didn’t know you knew what he meant and you intended to keep that knowledge to yourself to shield the Mandalorian’s ego.

“Oh I bet you can, Tin Can.” you say as he threw you a stick that replicated your sword and his Dark Saber.

He simply tilted his helmet again and positioned himself.

“Ladies first,” he said.

You waited for him to make his move, raising your eyebrows at him when he didn’t.

“I’m clearly the one with the dick, sweetheart.” he said flatly and placed one of his gloved hands on his hips.

“Hey, ladies can have dicks too, okay?” you quickly say swinging your stick at him after taking note of his lack of defence.

He blocked you just in time, almost lazily as he pushed you and your stick away with his. You knew he was grinning under his helmet with the chuckle he let out.

“Yep, I walked straight into that one.” he huffed, swinging at your hips but you caught him and pushed back with a groan when met with resistance.

You swung for his head and he ducked, but you took another swing at his legs instead, missing by an inch.

“What? You walked straight into a dick? Man, please tell me you didn’t break the mirror, it's the only one on this god awful ship.” you frowned at him as he went for your chest.

“Well, you don’t need a mirror to tell you that you look like a fuckin’ Wookie on spice.” he countered back and you feigned hurt clutching your chest, ducking his swing again.

It was time to pull out the big guns.

“Really Mando? So you’re telling me you fisted yourself silly over a Wookie on spice?”

He froze and you took that chance to disarm him and knee him in the stomach, making him collapse to the floor in a heap. You quickly climbed over him and placed the stick you were holding against his neck, sitting on his abdomen. His breathing was coming out in quick puffs, and you grinned down at him, bathing in the fact that you knew about his little secret.

A few weeks ago, he had walked in on you in the refresher, turning into a blubbering mess and running out almost instantly when he saw you bare. You thought nothing of it until you heard soft groans and whimpers from his quarters late that night. You never brought it up, but today seemed like a good day to let it slip.

His gloved hands grasped at his helmet and with a soft hiss he pulled it off his head and set it aside as he scanned your face. Falling for you was never part of his plan, but that day sealed it all for him. You looked perfect, with all your curves and scars and he craved to see that again, to rip off all the baggy clothing you wore and let his lips and bare hands travel the planes of your skin.

Now, he looked down at where your body met his and he actually believed that you were sculpted for him, the way you fitted so perfectly against him. You shifted slightly and his eyes snapped up to look at yours once again. You had a soft smirk on your lips and your hand was twitching at the stick you were holding.

“Stop looking at me with those eyes, Mandalorian.” you whispered, drinking in his beauty from up close.

“Fuck, I can’t, meshurok.” he breathed, keeping his eyes on yours.

Suddenly, everything was a blur. You felt the stick being pulled from your grasp and tossed aside as Din flipped you over. He loomed over you and kept you caged between his legs, not breaking eye contact. Before you knew it, his lips were on yours, pressing into you like you were a breath of fresh air after he had been poisoned with thoughts of you. Your hands were soon clawing at his scalp as your legs wrapped securely around his abdomen.

You were too lost to know when it happened but he had pulled his gloves off at some point during the chaos and was now feeling you up, swallowing your moans and groans. You pressed yourself against his hardening member under his flight suit and he bit at your lip, unmercifully drawing blood from you as you cried at the pain and pleasure that blossomed through you. His lips travelled to your neck as you pulled his hair harder, soft nips making you whine and writhe against him as you pulled him closer.

“Have it Din, take it, gar serim.” you moaned in the language of his people and he almost melted against you in shock, instantly lifting himself off you and carrying you up, presumably to his quarters.

You certainly had enough time to memorise every inch of his face after the events of that night. Sure, the Mandalorian Din Djarin managed to cure your boredom, but he also had rendered you paralysed for about a week and left beautiful bruises blooming throughout your body like you were his latest art piece.

He had thrown you around and used you like you were his very own ragdoll, clutching you to him like you were going to run away, his cock stuffed deep in you for hours. Your throat was hoarse from screaming, pleasure and pain twisting together as you felt Din’s skin against yours.

If falling for the Mandalorian was this dangerous for your body, you should’ve just done it from the second you met him.

Translations: Meshurok: gemstone Gar serim: That's it.

Tagging: @fandxmslxt69 @joygirlmelii @wolfbook87 @randomnessfangirl @in-between-the-cafes @minigirl87 @alexxavicry @lia275

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spctrsgf · 1 year

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sick

summary: being sick is never much fun, but it’s even worse when your boyfriends are nowhere to be seen.

word count: 1.8k

warnings: throwing up, basically just fluff otherwise

You were sick. You were the energy draining, skull splitting type of sick. You hadn’t slept more than about an hour at one time, and you had basically lived in the bathroom for the past two days. Wonderful.

What made matters worse is that no one had come to check up on you. Not Steven, who fluttered around you, not Marc, who hovered as if he couldn’t last a second without you, not Jake, who knew what was happening even before you did. You knew they had reasons to not be floating around you, but you couldn’t help but feel a bit hurt when they didn’t react to you being gone from your normal spot in the living room.

Right about now, you would be getting off of work, shooting whoever was fronting— today it was normally Marc— a text telling them you’d be home soon. He’d meet you at the front door if he had a minute, but even if he didn’t or forgot, you would still greet each other after you made your way into the bedroom. You’d kick off your shoes and throw down your bag, flopping onto the bed next to Marc. You would sometimes peer over his shoulder at whatever was flashing on his computer screen.

You were thrown harshly back into the present as you felt another wave of nausea coming on, turning and hurling more into the toilet bowl. “Why, universe,” you groaned. “Why.”

Soon– and that’s putting it lightly– you were finally able to bring yourself up into shaky legs, crashing into the blankets with a sigh. You stared down at the recently emptied bucket beside you as you gloated, reasoning with yourself for the past forty-eight hours as to why the boys hadn’t come up. Yeah, you were still on that. It was usually ‘they know and they don’t want to get sick’, but you had run through ‘they hate you and don’t care’ more times than you’d like to admit.

You slapped your hand across the wood of your bedside table until you found your phone. As you turned on the screen, you saw countless texts from none other than the very men that had been occupying your thoughts. As you scrolled through the texts, they mostly consisted of ‘Y/N!’, ‘hey what’s going on’, and a special appearance of ‘I’m sorry but I have a trip for the old bird. be back in a few days’.

Groaning, you flopped your head back down onto your pillow, willing whatever stomach bug you had currently would just go away. You picked up your hand as you dialed their number, Marc picked up after the second ring. “Y/n! Y/n!” He screeched into the phone. “What happened?!? I called you like twenty times and I’ve sent like a thousand texts!” You cringed at the volume of his voice as it spiked a headache. “Marc, not so loud.”

“Are you okay?” Concern lined his voice.

“I’ve definitely been better.”

“Y/n, what’s going on?”

“I got some stupid stomach bug. I haven’t stopped throwing up in two days and I feel like shit. That’s why I haven’t called you back.”

“I’m sorry, baby.”

“Will you be home soon?” You asked, hopeful.

He paused. “I don’t know?”

“You don’t know? Marc..”

“I know, I know, I’m sorry. This is just really important.”

You scoffed, annoyed. “I get it. Good luck with it.”

“Y/n, don’t hang up! I’ll call you often, I promise.”

You nodded resentfully, still slightly pissed in your sick-addled mind. “Fine.”

“I love you.” He murmured.

“Love you too, you idiot.”

As you both hung up, you shot out of bed and back to your new home near the toilet. “Time for round one thousand.” You grumbled.

━━ ✦ ━━

When Marc cruised into your shared flat a day later, he was met with an unreal sight. Normally, the room was in top shape, as you hated any sort of mess. But, the curtains were hastily drawn, quite a few of your outfits were thrown across the floor, the bed was unmade and disturbing sounds came from the bathroom.

You were currently throwing up. Again. No surprise there. Marc was lucky in that he walked as soon as you were done. You threw up your hand haphazardly in greeting, unable to speak at the moment. Marc was still in his suit pants— which is confusing, now that you think about it—, but he bent down nonetheless to carefully pull back your hair into a ponytail.

��I’m so sorry, sweets.” He cooed, leaning in to place a kiss on your head when you jerked away from him. “Don’t kiss me, you’ll get sick too.” You chided with a hoarse voice.

“Not doing better, huh?” He asked as he helped you up from the floor.

“Eh. I woke up and could barely walk-“ you stumbled over your feet. “-as you can see.”

With a smirk more characteristic to Jake, your boyfriend hooked his arms under your knees and carried you to the bed, bridal style. You squealed, choking out a laugh.

“Have you taken any medicine?” He asked. You nodded. “Only the first day I was sick. I couldn’t muster enough energy to get to the kitchen after that.”

“I’m sorry that this is happening, hon. Tell you what. I’ll go grab a few things. Be back in ten.” He shot out of the room at a speed you previously thought was impossible. “I don’t know why I’m surprised at this point…” you mumbled as you sank further into the fluffy layers of comforting cotton.

━━ ✦ ━━

True to his word, Marc arrived exactly ten minutes later. You had counted. Nothing more interesting when you’re laying in bed. “I’m back!” Marc’s voice rang through the floor as he slid in. “Thank god.” You practically groaned as he made his way to you, plopping down on the bed and laying out all the items he’d acquired.

“Marc, go grab a mask.” You commanded, the sudden outburst surging spurring from the last ten minutes you’d spent hoping you wouldn’t get him sick. He furrowed his eyebrows. “Why?”

“Because I don’t want you to get sick.”

“Y/n-“

“Now.”

“I don’t wanna-”

“Spector,” you growled. “I may be sick, but it will hurt no less when I attack you.” The said man deliberately got up and put on the mask as you smirked in victory.

“There! Are you happy now?”

“Yes. See, that wasn’t that hard.”

“Mhm, keep telling yourself that.” He muttered under his breath.

“What?”

“Here,” Marc blatantly ignored your question and handed you aspirin and a glass of water. “Drink this.” You obliged, downing the drink.

Marc placed a bowl of salad with your favorite toppings in front of you. “Lettuce helps clear out your system.” He clarified at your raised eyebrow.

You shrugged and quickly went to eat the food.

“When was the last time you ate?” Marc questioned your ferocity.

“Substantially? Two days ago.” You jutted out between bites.

“Y/n.”

“Yeah?” You looked up at him briefly while you chewed.

“You need to eat!!”

“I was just gonna throw it up!”

“You still need to eat something! Or drink something! Did you drink anything?”

“Of course. I had water.”

Marc let out a sigh, running a hand down his face in frustration. “That’s good, at a minimum.”

You mumbled a sorry and went back to munching. You watched from the bed as Marc fluttered around the room, cleaning. Cleaning. This was definitely not new, but your brain wasn’t processing things properly at the moment. “Marc,” he picked up his head and locked eyes with you. “You don’t have to do that.”

“Just eat.” He ordered, waving you off.

━━ ✦ ━━

“And then I-“ you stopped mid sentence when you felt the all too familiar feeling brewing in your stomach. Marc took one look at your face and picked you up, making a beeline for the toilet. He pulled the strands that had fallen out of his loose ponytail as you hurled into the toilet. Tying your hair again, he rubbed your back comfortingly. “It’s okay,” he whispered. “It’ll be over soon.”

You felt the last things exit your stomach and you collapsed onto the toilet seat, exhausted. “Y/n?” Marc asked at your posture. “Mhm?” You couldn’t pull yourself up.

“Are you okay?”

“Yeah, I’m just tuckered out.”

“From?”

You glared at Marc. “Throwing up. Constantly. For the past two days. It takes a toll when you haven’t slept very much in that time.”

“Or eaten anything!”

You sighed. “Or eaten anything.”

Marc shot you a half smile, even though you couldn’t see it through the fabric of his mask. You frowned quizzically as you took in the details of his mask, snickering nonetheless. “Of course you have a Khonsu mask.”

Marc chuckled, cheeks slightly flushed. “Yep.”

“Why, though? People barely wear those.”

“Doctor people do!”

“Doctor people?” You raised your eyebrows.

“Oh, fuck off.”

You huffed. “You are so lucky I have no energy to tease you right now.”

He grinned. “That I am.”

━━ ✦ ━━

Before you knew it, you found yourself curled under Marc’s arm, all snuggled up and warm against him. “This is nice.” You hummed into his chest. He cracked a smile. “Yeah?”

“Mhm. We should cuddle more often.”

“Maybe.”

“Marc,” you looked up at him. “Please.”

“I’ll try, y/n.”

You huffed in defeat. “Damn Khonsu.”

“Hey! Be nice when you talk about him!”

You chuckled. “Whatever.”

He swatted you lightly. “Watch it, l/n. I can leave this bed anytime I want.”

“No you can’t, Spector. I’m hella strong when it comes to this.”

“Wanna test it out?”

You smirked. “I guess.”

All of a sudden, Marc jerked away from you as if he had been burned. But, much to his dismay, you hung on like a leech and dangled from his body in the exact position you were laying down in. He gaped. “How..?”

You grinned. “I need warmth when I’m sick and my boyfriend has been gone for two days. It’s pure desperation.”

He pulled himself back into the bed with you attached. “I love you.”

You yawned. “Love you too.”

When you woke the next morning, you felt a ton better. Rolling over in bed, you checked the time. 9:45, it read. “Yes!” You cheered. “Nine hours of sleep!” Then it hit you. Where was Marc? “Marc?” You called out. When you were met with no answer, you tried again. “Steven?”

Still no answer.

“Jake?”

Nothing. Radio silence.

Sliding out of bed, you pondered where they could be. Another mission? Seemed plausible. You were about to accept that with a sigh when you heard noises from the bathroom, ones that didn’t sound all that happy.

Your eyes widened as you flung open the door to the bathroom, and you were met with a sight that etched a frown into your features. “Marc,” you crouched down next to him, rubbing his back as he’d done to you the night before. “I’m so sorry.”

a/n: as you can probably tell, but i wrote this MONTHS ago while i was sick, so i apologize in advance for any typos or issues i missed! also look at his smile in the gif omfg

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igotanidea · 2 years

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Instincts: Dick Grayson x reader

I never wanted to do this.

It was not my intention to jump in front of Nightwing and take the impact of the force aimed at him, but years and years of training made my instincts kick in and it just happened.

“Protect them. Protect the team” was what I learnt.

Or maybe I was just trying to convince myself that it was just this sentence carved inside my brain and nothing beyond.

The truth was, however, that Dick was more than just a friend. At least to me, since it was purely one-sided and I was never his type. But when the danger came I did not hesitate to step on. Would I do the same for Dawn or Donna? Probably yes, but the motives of such action would be utterly different then with Dick.

And now, laying on the ground with blood dripping from stomach, I felt the rest of my consciousness drift away and before I gave in to the overwhelming darkness, the last thing I could hear was a scream of my name and someone was running towards me…….

***

I was born with some …. unique abilities that allowed to some sort of energy bending. It was like I felt it pulsing everywhere around me, coming from people, nature, electronic devices. I was like a plug connecting to the source of it and channeling it through myself into different object or forming it into burst of energy. For example I could draw sparks of power from one person and give it to someone else, who needed it more. A bit of exchange you may say. But my favorite trick was creating energy shields. All it took was focusing my own inner strength and forcing it out, forming protection. Smaller or bigger, differently shaped, depending on circumstances. It was cool, but as it usually happens in such events I knew that people would consider me a freak if they ever found out, so I kept it to myself. Of course, at some point people realized there was some strange occurrences and energy spikes every time I was around (in my defense : it was hard to control at the beginning, what can you expect from a 9 year old kid who has supernatural powers?). Due to that my parents decided it would be best to …. send me away, for a while…. Which soon became years and after 6 of them I lost hope they will ever come back for me. I was put in foster care with many other kids, trying my best to keep the abilities I was given away, staying in the shadows, by myself, being focused on my own things, not really forming any true relationship. But at nights…. At nights I used to sneak out the house into the streets of Gotham, feeling the energy rise and getting on top of the buildings to practice channeling (as I used to call it) to the point where I became perfect at it. Those were the moments when I felt like myself.

During one of my escapades I met Robin, Batman’s sidekick. Apparently, boys got into some sort of fight and for some crazy reason, absolutely coincidentally, he used my building to get some steam off.

“Hey, easy on that.” I blocked one of his R-shaped shurikens flying my direction “you may hurt someone”

“That is kind of the point.”

“You are Robin, aren’t you?”

“And who may you be?” he eyed me through the mask

“Oh, no one important. Just some mutant, practicing …..”

“Practicing what?”

“Energy bending.” I shrugged

“What?” his eyes grow wide at my words.”

“It’s nothing special, really…. Just …. You know what, let me show you. give me your hand.”

“Why?”

“Just do it. It’s not like I could hurt you.”

“Fine, but no funny bussisness” he stuck the hand and I drew some energy from him, transforming it into the biggest and strongest shield I ever made so far.

“You got a lot of anger inside, don’t you?”

“I don’t really want to talk about it.”

“It’s fine. You don’t have to. I just know some better use for this” I pointed at my work in front of us.

“How safe is this?” he asked taking a step towards the shield

“Never failed me before.”

“Are you trained by someone?”

“No.” I shook my head “no one really knows it. Back in the days…. I was considered a freak, so you know, I’m not a fan of showing off.”

“But you should be trained” he insisted

“By who, Robin? By Batman?” I mocked

“Actually this may be a good idea” someone spoke from behind me and out of instincts I threw a blast of energy towards the freaking Batman himself....

***

Luckily he did not take offence. If anything he took me in, so since that accident on the rooftop I became a part of the bat-family, being raised and trained with Robin, I mean Dick. He was complicated one, full of contradictions. Deeply caring, but always ready to push you away. Full of anger but sensitive inside. Looking for a friend but never ready to talk about the things that worried him. Complex, multi-layered and most probably that was the thing that was drawing me into him and his constantly buzzing energy. It was hard for me to admit that I felt hard for him, but as usual, I kept it all inside, making use of that feeling during training. And it worked since I was getting better and stronger. There was also Wonder Girl, Donna. She and I connected with the speed of light, since we were fairly similar, both sarcastic and snarky, trusting our guts, always prepared. The difference was that Donna was full of self-confidence, ready to jump into action without inhibitions and always, always getting her way. Perfect at executing plans which in my case stayed only on paper. With such friend I should never feel left out, right? And to be honest, they never made me feel like I was less than them. But that was how I felt. Dick and Donna were trained at fighting, skilled at hand to hand combat and many different styles and techniques of sparring. No matter how hard I tried I could never compare. I was good, just not good enough to go into first line of fighting. Instead my job was to protect them with my powers.

“It’s your duty to keep them safe, you hear me?” Bruce told me once. “You do not engage into direct combat, do you understand?”

Of course I did. How could I not. And I did protect them, always, at any cost. Making it my sole purpose so I could feel like I belonged. But I never did despite Wonder Girl and Bird Boy best efforts.

“You are a member of the team, YN” Donna told me, catching up on my doubts “and you are our friend. Without you I would never survive Dick’s attitude.” She smirked

“Hey!” Dick interrupted her “I don’t like it at all, but she’s right. You are a good person and we need you.”

“Just so I can protect you, right? That’s it.”

“Oh, stop it, YN. You are so much more than what you do. You keep me sane, and you keep Dick in check since you’re probably the only person he sometimes listens to.”

“Yeah, right, thanks guys.”

*** It worked this way for some time, but eventually we all had to grow up. Donna stopped being Wonder Girl, since in her own words she wanted to see what Donna Troy could give the world. And Dick…. Dick broke my heart, a couple of times, getting into a few relationships and finally getting cold feet and running away leaving Gotham, Bruce, his alter ego and me behind. I stayed because where else could I go. But I never forgot. I knew he was fully aware of my feelings and I hated him playing around with them. I said my goodbyes and moved on as well as he did, thinking we would never meet again. But life is funny.

Dick got himself into troubles, finding girl with some demonic powers, a hot-headed woman gifted with solar abilities and a shapeshifter game-addicted boy. A lot of complications made him turn to the old friends for advice, the old friend being Donna, and purely by accident, me, since he caught us together on the varnishing day. Donna became quite a successful photographer, Dick was a detective and I focused on some scientific work and writing. That was quiet a catch up and there was something different in him and in the way he looked at me.

“I missed you” he told me casually eyeing me with some unrecognizable look and I froze at the spot. No, not again. Been there, done that, but seemed like feelings for him where still there.

***

So the band was back together, add a couple of members and consider the fact Dick was now Nightwing not Robin, and we were fighting alongside once again.

And despite everything I still got those schemes of thinking carved in my brain. “Protect them. Protect the team. So I did. All of them, Rachel, Gar, Kori…. And Dick. This idiot got into a fight and being so sure he won turned around to the rest of us, smirking as if he just proved a point, not really checking it. Biggest mistake since the allegedly defeated opponent came at his back ready to kill.

“NO!” I yelled running forward, pushing the energy out, trying to shield him, but I did not have enough time. Instead of energy flow I only managed to create a beam, not enough to cover myself. However, I managed to hit the villain with it and this time neutrilising him for good as he fell to the ground. “I made it.” I thought but was quickly brought down on earth as something thick and hot started flowing from my stomach. Blood. A lot of blood. “Oh, shit” was my last though before I felt dizziness and darkness around. Before I drifted away I heard someone screaming my name and running towards me, preventing me from hitting the ground and laying me down gently. And then … then it was just nothing.

***

Third person pov

“YN!” Dick yelled pulling hair from her face and placing her head on his lap “No!” anger was so visible on his face and heard in his tone it got everyone more scared than usual of Nightwing's rage. “Please, no….. Take the energy from me, I know you can use it to help yourself. Please, don’t die on me... “ his grip became tighter and more desperate as he felt more blood dripping from her body and her life slowly fading “Please….” He sobbed feeling helpless and pathetic.

“Dick!?” Rachel came out of nowhere and rushed towards the boy and dying girl “What happened?! What did she do?”

“What she was always learned to do.” Donna came closer too, clutching on her friend’s other hand “Protected the team.”

“But why me?” Dick asked tearily “why didn’t she protect herself?”

“You are such an idiot, Boy Wonder” Donna would smack his forehead if the circumstances were different “she loves you, dumbass. She always did. Don’t act like you did not know.”

“I…. I love her too” he muttered almost inaudible but the girls heard the words.

“You should have told her.”

“I was scared”

“Of what you bunch of feathers?!” now Donna really did smack him

“Of losing her!”

“Well, look where it got you!”

“Guys!” Rachel yelled getting their attention and stopping their battering “She’s gonna be fine. I healed her.” The girl pointed at the place where bloody wound should be. “But she’s weak, she needs rest, so maybe we should get out of here.”

“You’re right” Dick stood up picking YN and holding her close to his chest. He wanted her to feel the warmth and safety while being in his arms and knew her abilities would provide it. Nightwing was dead set on never letting her get hurt because of him or even in his presence. Now, it was his job to protect her.

*** Back to first person pov

I couldn’t remember what happened, but when I opened my eyes I was lying in bed instead of being on a battle field. I tried to move but there was a sharp sting in the back of my stomach and I fell back onto the cushions with a gasp of pain.

”Fuck!” I moaned as the memories came back. Wait, the memories, the fight, the villain. Was Dick safe… Was he …..

“YN, hey, don’t. You got hurt, you need rest. Lay back down” a warm hand was placed on my waist putting me back into bed.

“Are you… are you alright?” I asked looking at Dick with fear and as he nodded I exhaled deeply “I’m glad.”

“Are you?”

“I’m alive.” I shrugged and the pain stung me again “Guess it’s Rachel doing, am I right. I owe her great thanks. I need to talk to her….” I tried to get up but he gently stopped me again, now both his hands on my waist and he was leaning closer. “Dick?” that was a bit uncomfortable and there was something off with the way his heart was beating. I could feel his adrenaline, energy and …. something more. “Let me go.” I commanded but it came weaker that intended.

“No.” he simply said and a second later his lips was on mine. This was real, but somehow so much better than I imagined. The kiss, as much as Dick was so full of contradictions. Soft and gentle, caring and testing but at the same time passionate and heated and clearly going for more.

“Wait.” I pulled away not ready to be played with again. “What is this about? What are doing?”

“Kissing you.” he said a bit surprised.

“I noticed, but why? What’s the game you’re playing?”

“I hurt you a lot, didn’t I?”

“You’re not making any sense, Dick.”

“I’m sorry” he grabbed my hand gently caressing it with his thumb and the temperature in the room just became a bit hotter. Crazy how the kissing did not make me hot and this simple, caring gesture did.

“What…..?” I started but he cut me

“I must have hurt you since now that I’m admitting how much I love you, you think I’m fooling around….” He looked down, avoiding my gaze.

“You what now?” I could not believe the words he said

“I almost lost you.” Dick closed his eyes but opened them quickly. “And that made me realize I never told you how I really feel. And I should have done it. A long, long time ago...” Last words were barely a whisper

“How long?” I grabbed his chin and made him look at me “How long did you have them? Those feelings?”

“Years.” He admitted involuntarily

“How classic” I muttered “that almost-death experience got it out of you.”

“YN….”

“Why? Why run into arms of Dawn and then Kori and who knows who else?” I should have been happy, right? So why I felt the pain and anger and unfairness of it all?

“I tried to forget about how I felt. You were a teammate. This was a leverage, a threat. If I were to lose focus while on field…..” he shook his head.

"From what I know Dawn were a teammate as well. And so is Kori" I hissed and sighed deeply “You should have told me Grayson."

“This would have changed everything between us.”

“And doesn’t it now?” I asked and let the question hang for a while

“Do you feel the same?” he tried to change the subject

“You did not answer my question!”

“You didn’t answer mine!”

“I asked you first!”

“I asked you second”

“Will you two just quit it and confess to each other?” Donna came through the door “Come on you two, thin walls!” she rolled her eyes and disappeared again leaving us a bit ashamed, looking at the floor. None of us wanted this little burst popped and all the team included in our personal affairs.

“It’s different this time.” Dick sighed answering.

“Good to see some things never change. It’s still so damn hard to get information out of you detective” I crossed my arms looking at him expectanly

“Bruce is not around this time. You know that he would have ruined this relationship before it even started."

“That’s a fair point” I admitted “and it’s only fair if I give you the answer too.” suddenly I became shy “I do .... I share the feelings for you, feather boy.Robin.Nightwing.Dick.Whoever you are or choose to be. ”

“Good” he leaned again and captured my lips in a short, chaste kiss “now scoot over."

“Why?” I did not bother but he just grabbed me and made me move.

“I’m going to lay next to you.”

“Dick, what are you…..?”

“Shh. Not a word. Just come here” he motioned for me to come closer and as I did he closed his arms around me pulling me in. “How does it feel?”

“Safe. You make me feel safe.” I muttered into his chest enjoying his warmth presence so close to me.

“Good. Because that is the only thing you will be feeling next to me from now on” he kissed the top of my head “safe and loved. Those are just natural instincts with you.”

@pinksirensong @somest1

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shhh-secret-time · 2 months

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We're back with another Soulmate AU request AND another request from AO3, they're so rare these days! I wanted to do something special for Craig, I kind of feel like he'd be a fuck destiny kinda guy. Anyway y'all know the drill.

Warning: Hot Pokemon takes, Strong-Language, Clyde being a dork again

Pairing: Craig x GN!Reader

Crack

"Hm.."

Snap

"Dude. Stop."

Pop

"Dude! Stop!"

Clyde's voice pulls Craig's gaze over, the bored expression on his face would normally make anyone flinch back but Clyde's used to the look. Years of friendship with the stoic man will desensitize anyone to that kind of look. Craig swears it's just because Clyde's an idiot, no one else in South Park takes that kind of tone with him.

"You sound like a glow-stick over there! I swear you've already popped all those fingers a minute ago, are you on your knuckles now or something?" Clyde puts his DS down on his lap with a grumble.

He's slouched so far down on Craig's couch it looks like he's melting into it, the lower half of his body is barely on the couch at all. He's all but holding himself up with his legs while his back rests on the firm cushions beneath him. He looked like a slinky being tossed down the stairs, but if it got stuck going down a step.

"You're in my house." Craig responded so matter of fact.

Then he finished cracking the hand he was in the middle of working on. He presses his thumb against each finger on his hand. Once each little finger makes that satisfying sound, he wraps his hand around the other and squeezes. His thumb and index finger settle just below the knuckles, feeling the muscles and bone shift under his grip a shiver runs down his spine.

"Gaaaaaah! That doesn't hurt you? You're gonna fuck up your hands man." Clyde physically squirms at the sound, twisting and rolling back and forth as if he's trying to escape the sound.

"No. I like it." Craig picks his DS up from his lap and continues playing on the little handheld device.

"Alright but when you have old grandpa hands at the age of twenty-five don't come crying to me. Spongebob broken finger head-ass." Clyde smirks, returning to the game with his friend.

Craig side eyes him, shooting a small glare his direction but it goes unnoticed. Once again, Clyde is lucky he's one of his best friends. Being stupid makes you brave apparently.

The two fall into a comfortable silence, the music from Clyde's DS playing loudly while Craig's is shut off. The sound of both games going on at once drove Craig mad. If the music didn't line up it felt like someone jabbing him in the head. So, he settled for listening to Clyde's, he knew the brown-haired man liked the Pokemon sound track anyway. A small tradition they started in middle school that's held up. Playing Pokemon next to each other on the weekends, if one got Green the other got Red. If one got Sapphire, the other got Ruby. Right now, Craig has Diamond, and he has Pearl.

Craig was no means a perfectionist, but something about the incomplete Pokedex drove him mad. He hated looking at the black silhouette of a Pokemon uncaught, the taunting ??? made him want to spike the thing into the ground. They would spend hours next to one another talking about their teams, racing to see who could beat the Elite Four before the other, making fun of each other's favorite Pokemon. Craig long since beat the game and was just waiting on Clyde to catch up, he was still waiting on Clyde to catch his Slowpoke like he promised him forever ago.

Clyde was a Slowpoke.

He chuckles at the thought making Clyde look up at him with his brow raised but he chooses not to say anything. After a while Craig closes his DS and chooses to watch Clyde walk around the tall grass.

"You're using the Scyther I traded you?" he asks, resting his cheek on top of Clyde's head. Holding himself up right now sounded exhausting, Clyde made the perfect head rest. Even if he wasn't slumped down on the couch, their height difference allowed for it. To be fair Craig's height difference allowed him to do this to just about anyone. The only person he couldn't comfortably do this too would be Broflovski.

"Yeah! He’s my favorite! He's a handsome devil, reminds me of myself!" Clyde tucks his chin in between his index finger and his thumb, the smug smirk on his lips makes his face look stupid.

"Do you wanna evolve him? You can trade him over and we can turn him into a Scizor."

"Nah, then I'll lose all the affection I've been building him with! Look I've got two little hearts by his head! He loves me man!"

"You can build it back."

"Maybe you can toss away your Pokemon’s affection, but not me Tucker! He doesn't need to change! He's perfect the way he is!" Clyde exclaims as he throws his hand in the air.

Craig's about to respond but stops when Clyde encounters another Pokemon, a Pachirisu nothing out of the normal. But what was out of the normal was the stripe on its tail wasn't the typical baby blue, it was a bright pink. Craig's eyes widen as the sparkles swirl around the little animated creature.

And typical Clyde just button mashes through the whole thing, he's not paying attention to the DS, going on about his love for his Scyther. His thumb moves over the attack button and Craig wants to grab his hand to stop him. But once again he's not fast enough, and the low leveled thing is easily defeated by his level sixty something Pokemon.

"Um dude...you know I love hugs and all, but I thought you hated them?" Clyde's voice is muffled under Craig. Craig has him pinned under him against the couch, chest pressed into his side, arm outstretched to grab the DS.

"Dude! That was a shiny! You could have caught that!" Craig's exclaims shaking the man under him.

"What?! Oh man! I didn't know!"

"How the fuck didn't you know?! It sparkled! It's fucking pink!"

"Uh...was it?"

"What?" Craig stops shaking him at that, tightened fists around his collar loosen only slightly.

"I didn't know, you know I'm color-blind right?" Clyde takes the opportunity to sit up, he chuckles at Craig's expression.

Although rare, it's not unheard of. Craig isn't a robot, or a man born without emotions, he just has a hard time expressing them sometimes. Clyde knows that, but it's still funny every time he sees that crack in Craig's usual stoic nature. Even more so that it was over a stupid video game and Clyde's inability to see color.

So instead of responding to him Craig shakes his head and furrows his brows, confusion written clear on his face.

"Yeah man," Clyde takes a breath in between cackling. "I'm completely color blind, lost it when we were in high school. It's my soulmate thing. I see in black and white now." He waves his hand over his face with a dorky grin.

He doesn't respond at first, taking a moment to take in what his best friend was saying. "I just thought you dressed like that on purpose."

"Come on dude! Would it kill you to say something nice to me?! Just oNCE!?" Clyde smacks him with the cushion tucked behind him which Craig uses to beat him back.

After a brutal beat down using a couch cushion, Craig pulls back the weapon and looks down at the defeated pile of Donovan further pressed into his couch. He sits back with his leg pulled up towards his chest, arm thrown lazily across his knee.

"So, you can't see color because you haven't met your soulmate? That sounds rough."

"Yeah, it kinda sucks, it's gonna sound gay but I miss seeing things like the sunset and movies are kinda lame now. I still wear this jacket because at least I know it's red." Clyde collects himself and tries to fix his hair that's been flattened down.

"Hm." A low grunt and Craigs on his feet.

To anyone else it would be the end of the conversation, it would be their que to move on and talk about something else. But Clyde isn't just anyone. He's the guy who's been with Craig since they were kids, he knows that grunt. That shift in body language. Craig's uncomfortable but wants to say something.

"Come on Tucker Bear don't be like that, tell me what's going on." The nickname earns him a glare, but it stops the black haired man from going to the kitchen. He grins at him in return, telling Craig that he's getting what he wants.

"What have I told you about calling me that?"

"That you love it so much and you're so grateful that your best friend would give you the best nickname ever." The sentence is almost cut short from the way he scrambles back away from Craig, holding his hands up defensively. His voice is cracking from the way he tries to keep the giggle out of it.

Craig stops and sighs, his hands come up to the strings on the side of his hat. The frayed yellow rope splitting at the ends from how often he twists it between his fingertips. He does it when he needs to collect his thoughts, figure out a way to put them into words.

".... you didn't tell me you got your Soulmate thing." It finally comes out in a soft tone.

"Are you upset because I didn't tell you? I'm sorry man." Clyde's silly demeanor drops, quickly shifting to one that matches his friend’s tone. He stands up and follows him into the kitchen.

"No. I just..." A pause and he opens the fridge door. Scanning the inside for something to drink, his mouth is incredibly dry right now. "...didn't know. I thought you were like me."

"Like you?"

"Like...born without a mark or whatever."

"Oh."

That's all he can say, all that comes out of his mouth. Craig snaps the can of soda open and takes a sip and it feels like a rock settling in his stomach. His lips press together tasting the sugary drink on his lips. The rock in his stomach lurches up when he sees Clyde's eyes well up with tears, little beads of water spilling from his lids. For the second time that day, he makes Craig's eyes widen.

"Are you crying?"

He quickly goes to wipe the tears away from his brown eyes, the little orbs always looked like a baby cow's. Using the sleeves on his jacket, he sniffles and looks up at him. "It's just- you don't have a soulmate!"

"Yeah, I know."

"That's so sad dude!"

"I guess."

He sobs again, the tears spill faster and harder down his face. Craig sighs and gives into the over dramatic man an awkward pat on the back. The rest of the day was spent calming Clyde down and reassuring him that he wasn't actually angry at him for killing the shiny. They watch a few episodes of Red Racer where Craig describes the colors for him until he got tired of it.

All through the day the conversation gnawed at the back of his head. It followed him to bed and kept him from sleeping. Clyde refused to go home so he spent the night on the floor next to him. Didn't want to sleep on the couch but didn't want to sleep in the bed with him. Wanted to be near but not close enough to make Craig want to peel his skin off. He appreciated the idiot.

But it was that idiots fault he was thinking so hard on this. Why was he born without a soul-mate tic, or thing or whatever the fuck it was called. Were there others like him or was Craig Tucker really that just unlucky? Why did he care so much, he made it this far in life by himself. So why was it just now starting to eat at him?

With a huff he turned and rolled over towards the window next to his bed, staring up at the night sky. The moon was half full today, and it was cloudy out so he could barely see the stars. He was a grown man majoring in Astronomy, he didn't need a stupid mark to tell him where to go and who to be with. He could still see color fine. No flowers were blooming out of his face making his allergies act up.

No, it was just him. Just him and whatever was out there waiting for him. Right now, he really wanted it to be sleep.

Eventually he gave in to the tired behind his eyes, lids so heavy he couldn’t keep them open anymore but burned when he finally closed them. Clyde was gone the next morning when he finally woke up, he left him a text saying he was going to pick his sister up and do something with her.

It didn't matter he had class to get to anyway, the semester was in full swing, and he didn't have time to fall behind. As he gets ready, pulling his blue hat over his head and the matching NASA jacket over his shoulders, he peers down at his DS left on the side table. He picks it up and tucks it into the pockets of the jacket, in between classes he could wait in the lounge and play on it a little more. There wasn't much left to do but he could always grind his team to a hundred.

Once he feels ready, he steps out of his house and starts the walk to the bus stop. Ever since he moved out of his parents the walk to the college campus took a little longer than normal, so it was easier to just ride the bus there. He sticks his headphones in and settles in the worn-out seats of the dirty looking white bus. Somehow cleaner than the yellow ones from when he was still a teenager, but not by much. The music from his DS playing in his ears drowns out the sounds of people mumbling to themselves and whatever other weird thing South Park could throw at him.

It also drowns out your footsteps. Drowns out your question if the seat next to him was taken. So, it isn't until he feels you sitting next to him that he notices you're there. He side-eyes you for a moment, which you return with a little nod. A part of him is relieved when you don't immediately try to make small talk with him. Instead, you offer him a little smile and go back to the book in your hand. His amber eyes travel down to peek at what it is you're reading, and he's surprised when instead of a textbook he sees a comic.

Guardians of the Galaxy

From the angle you were holding it, he couldn't tell exactly what issue you were on, but the cover looked good. He cocks his head to the side a little to get a better look. Feeling his eyes on you, you look up at him and raise a brow. It takes a second, but you piece together what he's trying to do so you close the comic and show it off to him.

You're on an issue he's already read through. He removes the headphones from his ear.

"I didn't think anyone else read the Guardians series." Craig says, it's out of pocket for him to be the first to initiate but the thought of meeting someone who's a fan like him is actually exciting. It's enough to pull him out of his little mental funk.

"Yeah! I just started collecting these issues last week! Have you read this series?" You say with a smile that’s a little too bright for him.

He nods again at you, and that's where the conversation should have ended. You go back to your reading, and he goes back to his game. But it doesn't, you lean over and catch a glimpse at what he's playing. He watches the recognition sparkle up in your eyes.

"Oh, which one is that? Gen five, right?"

"Yeah. It's Diamond."

"Oh! Cool! I've got Platinum! I gotta default to the third one because I don't have friends who play the game!" You laugh at your own joke, eyes going from the DS to his.

Craig stares down at you for a while. He sets the DS in his lap and pushes the palm of his hand against his fingers. Hands popping and snapping again, the little tic making him relax. You don't comment like Clyde does, but you are still talking.

"Gen five has to be my favorite in the series! I just couldn't get into Black and White!" That makes him stop and look at you like you're crazy.

"That's the best one in the series though."

"That's what everyone tells me, but I hated the starters!"

Time slips past him, the way you pull him into the conversation so naturally. It isn't until the bus pulls up to the campus that he realizes he's been talking to you the entire time. You perk up when the bus lets out a sigh and a hiss, telling its passengers that they've reached their destination.

"Oh, this is my stop! Hey, it was awesome talking with you!" You grin and stand up, slinging your bag over your shoulder.

You give him a little finger salute and take off, you're so quick to scurry away he doesn't have time to tell you that this is his stop too. Of course he's never noticed you around campus before, Craig was never one to waste his energy on things that didn't require it. He had his select group of friends and was happy with that, but now here you were wedging your way into his mind. As he stands up to get off the bus, lazily throwing the headphones over his neck, it dawns on him that he didn't even catch your name.

Oh well, so much for that. Maybe he'd see you around.

The universe must have answered that for him because the next morning he sees you on the bus again. He watches as you push past the isle of seats and plop down next to him with another book in your hand. A different issue, a different conversation. There are days where you sit in silence doing your own thing. Then there are days where you talk his ear off and he just sits and listens, occasionally throwing in his thoughts on whatever you're talking about.

But he listens. That was new, normally he just tends to zone out if he doesn't care. Somehow you find a way to make him care, a way to make him invested in the conversation. He even goes out of his way to learn your name and what you're studying.

"Ah it's just general studies right now, a little bit of everything until I figure out what I wanna do. I wasn't even planning on going to college, it just kinda happened." You tell him leaning back in your seat.

"What, so you just woke up one day and decided that was it?" Craig scoffs a bit at the idea but the amused glint in his eyes doesn't go unnoticed by you.

"Heh. Well Mr. Space-boy not all of us know what we wanna do with life from the womb." You snicker at his reaction, tallying another eyeroll in your head.

"It's Space-Man. I'm Space-Man Craig." He corrects you before moving on, so you don't comment on the little pink hue on his face. "I get that but how do you go from I'm not going to college, to just doing it?"

You smile, it's different than the dorky one you usually shoot at him or the one when you tell a bad joke. It almost seems sad. He can't put his finger on it, but he doesn't need to wait long for you to roll up your sleeve. On your wrist is a font that looks almost like an alarm clock, the block black ink reads "0:00".

"Had this guy I was with. Was with him for six years, we were high-school sweethearts, prom date, whole nine yards. They were my soulmate, the little counter on my wrist told me that much." You take a deep breath, and he watches the way your fingers move across the skin.

He pops his fingers again, pushing them against each other.

"Well, about a year ago I realized...I kinda hated it? Hated the fact this stupid mark on my body got to dictate who I fell in love with? I mean we didn't even have anything in common, and while we never really argued we just had a different outlook on life. I think a part of me still loves him, but...I can't really love him in the way this thing wants me to." You emphasize that you're talking about the marking on your skin by holding it up.

Little rays of sunlight brush across your skin and Craig can't help but follow it. You had a soulmate, of course you did. He feels that rock in his stomach again, weighing heavier than it did last time. The week he got where he wasn't thinking about this whole thing was nice, but now that he's reminded his body tenses back up.

He cracks his fingers again, squeezing the side of the palm.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to trauma dump on you." He raises a brow at you silently asking you what you mean by that. "Call it a sixth sense, or the fact that you pop your fingers and do that little Hm when you're thinking about something. So, I figured you were annoyed by the random dump."

You were more attentive than he would have given you credit for. He hasn't known you that long and you're already picking up on things that took Clyde years to. Then again, Clyde and attentive don't really go hand in hand.

"No, it's not you. It's the..." He rolls his wrist a few times trying to find the words, fingers eventually find purchase on the strings of his hat dangling by his face. "Soul-mate thing. I don't have one."

"Ah yeah, I can see how that's a weird topic for you then! But hey that's kind of cool!" You beam up at him, the sunlight slips off your wrists and onto your lips.

Wait, what?

"You get to pick who you wanna love, that's awesome. That means the connection goes deeper! You gotta build something with someone, nothing telling you to just jump straight into a relationship! No pressure, just you and the other person!" Your eyes are like little stars as you speak. A tiny galaxy that he can't seem to pull himself out of.

Wait, what?

Like clockwork, the bus stops and you go to get up. Except this time Craig is fast enough, he takes your hand. His fingers slip into your palm and stop you from moving. Your finger salute falls back to your side. He just looks at you for a while, the only thing he can hear right now is the collection of people getting off the bus and his own heartbeat drumming in his chest.

"If you're not getting off, I need you to sit down please!" The bus driver makes you flinch and sit back down next to Craig.

"Sorry sir!" You call back.

When you look back at him with a confused look, he freezes again. His mouth hangs open for a second, only to close. He almost looks like a fish out of water from the way he's trying to collect his thoughts. Craig expects you to get back up and tell him goodbye. To run off the bus and never speak to him again.

Instead, you sit there, patiently waiting for him to collect himself. You wait there even when the door to the bus shuts and the engine kicks back on. You look at him with wonder and he has to avert his gaze from you. Pulling his hat over his eyes for a moment because he realizes he's still holding your hand and the heat coming up to his face is too much.

"I... I’m sorry. I just wanted to-" What did he want? His mind was drawing a blank, he was floating and the only teather was your hand in his.

He knew he wanted to keep holding your hand. He knows your touch doesn't bother him like it should. He wants to steal a few more moments with you because these bus rides aren't enough time. Something he's never felt before.

"You're good. Take your time." You can't know what that means to him to hear you say that. To not pull your hand away and call him a freak for just grabbing you like that. Instead, you turn your palm over and give his hand a squeeze back.

"I want to...do that." He says it. With his eyes covered so he's not blinded by that smile on your face. He can hear it in your voice, the way you chuckle.

"Do what?"

"You know what I'm trying to say."

"Maybe. You better say it just so I can be sure." You're teasing him now, leaning forward so you can get a peek at his blushing face.

Craig huffs again, frustration building up in his chest. He moves the hat from his face and stares you down like a showdown. His brows knitted together with newfound determination.

"I want to build a connection past this." There. It's out. Out in the open, out in the space between the both of you. Confession falls from his mouth in that monotone voice he's so famous for.

"Hell yeah. I'd like that Space-Man Craig." You laugh and it sounds so sweet.

He smiles down at you, and it feels like a gift. It's the first time you've seen him look at you like that. You make a silent promise to yourself that it will not be the last time you see it.

"So, any idea where the bus is going now?"

"No idea. Wanna get off at the next stop and walk to campus?"

"Nope! You stopped me from going to class so now you're taking me out. I want food!"

Craig scoffs at you and takes the headphones off his neck, he offers you the other bud. He sticks the one in his ear and pulls out his phone. His fingers slide across the screen going for the music app. He hands you the phone and gestures for you to pick something.

You excitedly take him up on the offer, sticking the bud in your ear. You begin going on about whatever album you’ve been listening to, and the whole ride he sits and listens to you. Nodding along so you know he’s listening, not that he really has to. You can tell from the way he looks at you that you have his undivided attention.

So wrapped up in the music and your voice he doesn’t even notice the font on your wrist change. It’s not that boring clock anymore, it shifts and swirls around. A moving tattoo that eventually turns into a painting melting down your arm. The deep darkness of space with a little astronaut sitting on the moon, just watching the sun.

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xi-writes · 2 years

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OMG A RIKA BLOG 🥹🥹

Can I request a Rika x reader, where she falls for reader after meeting them in the gym challenge? And how she would ask them out?? Tysm!! So glad to see Rika stories, gotta keep the loneliness at bay if yk what I mean haha

Title— Butterfly Effect

Prompt— Falling In love

Safety— SFW

Additional Tags— Fluff, so much fluff

Author Note— I may be half asleep but Rika deserves so much more love, I got you covered non’

1. When you two first met she hadn’t felt much of anything, some new trainer to rival her perhaps but nothing felt all too special... Until you parted ways, instinctively almost reaching out for you to come back she was immediately met with a harsh slap of realisation. The gentle radiating warmth in the room enveloping her so sweetly had faded to an empty dull chill, the slightest dizziness of overwhelming joy in her mind slipped away the moment you closed the door behind you, her heart clenching up as her eyes widened in disbelief. She just met you, surely she wasn’t... Right?

2. The encounter kept her awake most of the night, holding her arm over her face for the majority of failed attempts at sleep; her thoughts running wild with the constant thoughts of you. Your smile imprinted in her mind strung up in her darkened vision like a beautiful painting, your laugh rang through her memories as the most beautiful melody she had ever heard, remembering how your eyes glanced over to her every time she spoke giving her your fullest attention made her smile all over again. She didn’t sleep that night or for the day either with her schedule, but strangely she didn’t mind the tiredness lingering as more thoughts of you kept coming until she finally broke. “FINE, I get it.”

3. Unknown to your own feeling for her she stayed silent for longer then she had wanted too, every day burning with the desire to meet you again. Every time you managed to meet up with her left them breathless and dizzy in all the best ways, a smile on her lips long after you had left. Even with the empty cruel feeling of losing your presence the fact she had you next to her for awhile sent her on a happy high for the rest of the day, and that didn’t go unnoticed.

4. By some miracle, Geeta had tasked her with keeping an eye on your progress. Overriding Nemona with a gentle rule she had agreed somehow which left Rika to tend to you, causing the two of you to meet up constantly. Every meeting getting longer and longer slowly breaking apart every facade, ripping down every wall and crossing every line she had drawn herself. She was well kept together in front of you but she was anything except immune to you.

5. With every faint touch you two shared leaving a wonderful burning sensation on her skin, passing items, tending to your pokemon and even brushing over each others hands on the rare occasions you both decided to eat together, which of course. She treated you despite the protests. It wasn’t long until you had pressed her buttons too far and she finally cracked, having sat right next to her with your side pressed up close to her. There was no need for you to be so close and you both knew that very well; as resistant as they were that alone was enough to spike her confidence just enough to say something for the first time outside of carefully worded compliments

6. She didn’t waste her chance, even with her rapidly beating heart she forced her body to move and had lightly pressed her fingertips under your chin demanding your attention until you agreed and looked at her with those lovely eyes and perfect smile. There was no backing out at this point but she was careful on the small chance you were just being friendly to her and chose to back away, as much as that would have stung she took the risk.

7. Pressing her side up a little closer to you and offering a sweet smile of her own she leant in close to your lips slowly, not quite touching though it was definitely obvious what she wanted especially with how her thumb rubbed so softly over the corner of your lips. They were just as bold with her words using up every drop of courage left in her. “I can’t stop thinking about you, I don’t want to give you to anyone else.”

#pokemon #pokemon rika #x reader #gender neutral reader #SafeForXi #Fluff #so much fluff #i got carried away #i love her sm #headcanon

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aita-blorbos · 6 months

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(OC submission)

AITA for accidentally opening a portal?

I (17NB) was chosen to be a eldritch fucker's special little prophet as a child. Now I have psychic powers I don't want and a tendency to make spooky shit happen. Don't want that either.

There's this girl who l've gone to school with all my life and she's a total bitch but things really escalated between us this year. She's running for student body president for the sixth year in a row and even though everyone knew she would win again I thought I'd mix things up and see how she'd react if her opponent was a freshman I picked at random. She ended up being just as cutthroat as my rival and took the campaign into her own hands but since we became kinda friends I still kept an eye out for her (even if she did call me a witch and a sinner when she found out I can read minds by briefly possessing people (which is probably fair).

And so since my rival fully tried to push her off of the stage at the last debate assembly while saying all kinds of nasty things about the freshman girl I decided to confront her myself but I also kinda entered the minds of a good chunk of the school in the process because I admit the more distressed I am the harder it is for me to control my powers. By the time I finally got to her she caught wind I was doing something weird and tackled me.

Because I was having a power spike I highly suspect it was my fault when a rift opened behind us. If it was I really didn’t mean to, because I can’t control what happens during spikes but I’m still not for sure what actually opened it.

When we looked in the void promised us what we want most. I recognized the whispering as the voice of the eldritch fuck but she jumped right in and the portal closed. No one knows where she went but me and I'm extremely scared she's dissolved in there, because it's a horrid place behind that portal. But people do blame me for her disappearance and while I don't disagree I still feel bad and need to know HOW at fault I am.

I do plan to try to save her if it's too late but the purple fuck keeps saying what's done is done and my destiny has been fulfilled. I don't wanna be the person that killed a 17 year old girl by accidentally trapping her in another dimension, there's room for all of us to grow. AITA?

#aita #am i the asshole #unreality #child death

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abbatoirablaze · 9 months

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Princess & Bunny, Chapter 11

Word Count: 1.1k

Warnings: slight angst, some fluff…all the feels.

“This will always be our place, Hughie…”

Ransom’s heart fluttered as she looked at him. And his hand reached out to take it in hers, “you’re my best friend, Bunny.”

“Yeah…” she smiled softly, giving the alpha a sweet look, “You’re my best friend too, Hughie…”

“Even more than Cece?”

“Even more than Cece,” she confirmed as she looked up at the sky. Ransom smiled, his heart fluttering even more, “thanks for sneaking out with me to watch the stars…”

“I’d do anything for you, Bun…”

“Sometimes I wish we could just run away,” she admitted softly, “me and you against the world…we could stay at the cabin while your mom and my dad and Cece acted like the perfect family…”

“Coming from the actual perfect one,” Ransom chuckled, clearly amused by the situation, “Linda would have a fit if you disappeared…and if you disappeared with me…then she’d definitely make it seem like it was all my fault and all my idea…”

“Hughie…”

“Hmm?” he asked, breaking his own gaze away from the stars. He looked beside himself. But Bunny didn’t say anything. He let go of her hand and rolled onto his side, propping himself up, “what is it, Bunny?”

“N-nothing,” she lied. Ransom frowned and he inched closer towards her, “I just-“

“You know you could tell me anything, Bunny…you’re my best friend…”

“Yeah…” she repeated sadly. Ransom didn’t want to push her, so he said nothing. He watched as she turned her attention back to the stars, “things aren’t going to change now, are they?”

“W-what do you mean?” he asked curiously.

“Y-you’re officially an alpha,” she said softly, “y-you presented. Soon there will be omegas trying to come around, saying that it’s how you sme-“

“Can you smell me, Bunny?”

She whimpered, but didn’t respond to the question. Ransom frowned as she sat up, “I-I should go…we should get bac-“

“Bunn-“

“We should go, Hughie…”

The gravel crunched underneath the tires of his beamer as he pulled into the driveway. He frowned when he noticed her car. His own memories had been replaying in his head, but the entire way up, all he could think about was the last night he’d spent with her when she’d all but admitted that she could smell him.

He wondered if she knew then that he was her mate.

Was that what she really wanted to ask about?

So many things swirled in his head, so many unanswered questions, that when he got out of the car his heart ached. He could smell her scent now. Unencumbered by the blockers.

Whiskey and rose hips.

He inhaled deeply, relishing in the scent.

His inner wolf growled, wanting to find her.

But his heart lurched in his chest as he noticed her in the field. She was playing in the flowers with his cub.

“DADDY!”

Her head whipped around towards the driveway. Before she could so much as reach out to grab him, Kingston was barreling towards his father.

Ransom frowned.

He could smell the bitter notes in her scent as her anxiety spiked.

But he received his son as the toddler attacked his legs, picking him up.

“You came!”

Ransom sighed, cradling his cub against his chest. Kingston nuzzled his neck, scenting his father.

Ransom watched as Bunny came towards him, “I take it that Harlan told you where we were?”

Ransom bit his lip and shook his head, “I-I’ve been looking everywhere for you, Bun…went to the house where we made him…went to the estate where you gave birth…but here you were…all along…”

“Our special place.”

“Our special place,” he repeated with a sigh, “we came here every single summer since the day our parents introduced us…”

“I figured if you never got your senses…I-I’d want Kingston to grow up in a place where both of us were happy.”

Ransom nodded and looked at his son, “how was I so stupid to not see what was in front of me this whole time? How did I not see it was you, Bunny?”

“They say hindsight is twenty twenty…”

“You were my everything…”

“Until Princess tore us apart,” she sniffled, crossing her arms over her chest, “I-I was serious when we were kids…when I said I wanted us to run away…”

“You knew back then…didn’t you?”

She nodded, “Maple bourbon and bonfires…you reminded me of fall…”

“If I knew back then,” Ransom stuttered, shaking his head as he felt the tears welling up in his eyes, “Bunny…if I knew-I-I would have chosen you in a heartbeat. You know that, right?”

She sniffled once more and wiped underneath her eyes, “Hughie…”

He took a few steps forward, but she held her arms out, stopping him.

“Mommy…no cry!” her cub whimpered as he peaked out from Ransom’s neck.

“Mommy’s okay, baby…” she reassured her cub, “She just…daddy and her are talking…”

“Daddy’s home…”

“Y-yeah…” she hiccupped.

Ransom frowned and put his son down, patting him gently on the butt, “why don’t you go in and get changed for a nap…yeah? Mommy and daddy will be inside in a second.”

Kingston looked between his parents, waiting for confirmation from his mother.

“Daddy’s right, baby…go get changed for your nap,” she agreed, “w-we’ll be in to tuck you in, in a second.”

The little boy nodded, not needing much else to confirm that his parents were alright, and he charged back in towards the house, being sure to close the door behind him.

“Bunny…”

“Don’t,” she said simply, a few more tears streaming down her cheeks, “if it’s what I think you’re going to say…then don’t…Hughie, I can-“

She was cut off when Ransom rushed her, his lips capturing hers in a flurried kiss. She instantly melted against the alpha as his arms wrapped around her, pulling her closer to himself. Ransom felt the purr coming from his mate as she settled in his arms.

“I’m not leaving you, Bunny,” Ransom promised as he broke the kiss and looked at her gently. His hand reached up and he stroked her cheek. She closed her eyes and pressed their foreheads together. Ransom leaned forward a little and let his nose brush against hers. His hand reached further up and he brushed the tears from her cheeks, “I’m not leaving you ever again, omega…”

“Alpha…” she whimpered softly.

“Whiskey and rose hips,” he admitted softly, “th-that night we conceived Kingston…tha-that’s all I could smell…it felt safe…felt like home. I knew in that moment that I loved whoever it belonged to. Bunny…fo-forgive me for not seeing that it was you…let me stay…please…let me be your mate…the mate that you deserve…the father to our cub…baby, please don’t push me away.”

She gave him a sad smile and nodded against him, pressing their lips back together once more, “O-okay Hughie…”

“I can stay?”

“You can stay, alpha,” she whimpered softly as she pulled away from him. Ransom smiled, his arms pulling her back to himself, “you can stay…”

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#princess & bunny #knives out au #knives out #hugh ransom drysdale #alpha ransom drysdale #soft ransom #a/b/o fanfic #a/b/o fic #a/b/o #ransom drysdale

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talkfastromance4 · 2 years

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Homecoming--Luke&Lily oneshot

a/n: we are officially caught up! again, I apologize for it taking me so long to update.

warnings: mentions of blood/passing out (very near the end), allusion to smut

word count: 2.2k

masterlist

Luke & Lily Masterlist

Enjoy!

PSA: if you’re using mobile and are on dark mode, change to true blue. The words aren’t showing up in white for me on mobile and idk how to fix it☹️ I’m sorry.

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Luke had originally said he wouldn’t be home until July 26th because they always had a big celebration with the crew for end of tour. He and the guys took everyone out for a special dinner as a thank you for all of their hard work and support

It was a rough morning for mama getting the kids out of bed, to eat breakfast, and to get dressed. But, it’s the first day of Lily’s day camp for the Summer so you know she’s nervous and you try to tell her how much fun she’s going to have; meanwhile Posy is crying about how she wanted to wear her butterfly shirt not her ladybug one. Once at the drop-off for the day camp, all three kids are hanging onto you. You see Ronan and his moms, he shows Lily a sticker book he got that they can do on the bus. If you would have known he was going, you would have mentioned him earlier to ease Lily because she gets on the bus no problem with him. Posy pouts that she can’t go with Lily to camp, you assure her she’s going to have fun at her own summer class. She’s reluctant to go but you promise Lily will tell her all about her day

Oliver doesn’t get fussy until you arrive at daycare. “It’s been quite the morning,” you sigh to his teacher, Miss Honey. “His sisters were upset and now he’s being extra clingy…”

“It’s okay, sometimes we have those days, right Oliver?” Oliver is trying to climb up your legs from his spot on the floor as you put his lunch in the fridge. You pick him up and he snuggles into your neck.

“Mama has to go now, you’re going to have such a fun day.” You kiss his cheeks repeatedly and rub his tears from under his glasses. He’s wailing for you and even though you know he’ll be fine and his smiley self in a few minutes, it still shatters your heart to hear him crying like that.

Once in the car, you close your eyes and take deep breaths trying not to let the rough morning get to you. Then, you touch your stomach, “Please don’t make me even more emotional, baby.” This pregnancy has really been making you exhausted and your emotions are an incessant rollercoaster.

When you’re at work, you get through your to do list and emails pretty quickly so by midmorning you were getting a cup of tea from the breakroom when the other women in the office start chattering loudly. When you step out, the chattering stops but they’re all grinning at you, even your boss.

“What?” You ask.

“There’s a delivery in your office,” Pamela smirks. When you enter your office there’s a large bouquet of flowers in a crystal vase. Knowing it’s from Luke, you smile and set your mug down next to the flowers when your chair spins around and Luke is sitting there, beaming up at you.

“Hello, Mrs. Hemmings, I have a very important delivery for you.”

“Luke!” You fall onto his lap, your chair knocking into the wall but Luke braces his feet on the floor. You breathe him in feeling tears spike in your eyes.

“Hi lovie,” he murmurs wrapping his arms tightly around you. He kisses your shoulder.

“I thought you weren’t coming home until tomorrow night?”

“We finished things early with the crew. They surprised us actually with a late night buffet. Said they knew me and Michael have families to get running home to.”

“I’m so glad you’re home,” you sniff. He pulls your head back, his hands holding your face gently.

“What’s wrong, lovie?”

“It was a rough morning that’s all,” you give him a teary smile. “And I’m happy you’re here and I’m…emotional. And pregnant.”

“Tell me about it on the way home,” he kisses your nose then drops a hand to your stomach. “This little one has a lot of emotions, hm?”

“Yeah,” you place your hand over his, and the way your hands are atop of each other it places your wedding rings next to each other. “What do you mean home?”

“Cheri said I can kidnap you,” he smiles.

The flowers are on the floor between your feet as Luke drives your car home, he had Ashton drop him off at your work. You tell him about the morning with the kids, mention how this pregnancy really is bringing out your emotions.

“How else are you feeling? Any morning sickness?”

“No, not yet,” you sigh. “Which is strange. I had morning sickness already when I was pregnant with Lily, Posy and Oliver.”

“Maybe your body’s gotten into the swing of things by now,” he chuckles and you lean over to pinch his cheek. “I’m sorry you had a rough morning, but I promise to make it better for you.”

“It’s already better because you’re home.”

When you arrive home he hugs and kisses Petunia then leads you to your bedroom where he turns the blinds a little so you’re in a comfortable shade.

“Are we going back to sleep?” you smile kicking off your heels.

“We can after.”

“After what?”

He smiles deviously then starts to unbutton your red silk top. “Do you need another hint?” He quirked an eyebrow before pressing his lips to yours then onto your neck.

You remove each other’s clothes slowly, Luke’s fingers are always on you and you’re always touching as well. You fall together on your bed, joining together and it’s always like the first time and the last time with every time in between and future ones to come. Your moans alternate and you orgasm (rather quickly, again thanks to being pregnant) he’s not too far behind because you clench around him so tightly.

He’s panting as he holds himself above you, his curls falling over his eyes. “I forgot your sex drive is heightened when you’re pregnant.”

“And you’re way better than the vibrator.”

He barks out a laugh and falls to his back. “Thank goodness I’m better than the vibe.”

You roll over and trace the perimeter of his chest hair, feeling the rise and fall of his chest as he catches his breath. “Wanna go get it while you recoup?”

Luke lets out a long exhale staring at you. “Seriously?”

“Yeah, let’s see if you can get me off quicker than I can with it.”

“Fuck,” he groans giving you a hard kiss and rolls you over. “I love you so damned much. Where is it?”

“Bathroom, top shelf,” you giggle as he kisses you again then leaps off the bed.

You do end up falling asleep after a rigorous romp in the sheets but then you’re awoken by your stomach growling. Luke isn’t in bed next to you. You wash up quickly in the bathroom then slip on one of his new tour shirts then find him in the kitchen making a late lunch. Your phone is on the counter, with his back still turned you take a photo then call out, ‘hey handsome.’ When he turns around with a smile, you capture it perfectly.

You spend the rest of the afternoon cuddling while listening to him tell you more about tour, how much he missed being onstage with the boys but also how he missed you. He mentions he wants you and the kids to go to Australia with them on the third leg of tour.

“I’ll be very pregnant by then, Luke,” you answer sadly.

“Just an idea,” he responds lightheartedly but you can tell he’s faking it.

“We can discuss it with my doctor, but it’ll be the end of my second trimester.”

“Like I said, just an idea,” he kisses your forehead. “Your health and the baby’s is more important.”

You bite your lip because you know he’s putting up a front, you can’t help but feel like you’re constantly disappointing him.

You take a quick shower together before you pick Oliver up from daycare. He’s so excited to see you both that he’s crawling as fast as he can towards you, excited grunts and squeals coming from him. Somehow in his excitement, he pushes up on his feet and walks to you and Luke. You’re cheering him on but when he stumbles, Luke catches him quickly.

This is the first time he’s walked, you’re crying again because those were his first steps and you and Luke were both present to see it. As you’re gathering his things, Miss Honey approaches you congratulating you on Oliver’s walking but then she mentions she’s noticed how nonverbal he is. She questions if he says simple words like ‘mama’ or ‘dada’ or even ‘dog’ and you frown because he hasn’t said anything like that.

When he’s excited he sort of hums which sounds like ‘mama’.

“He was premature, right?”

“Yes, and he was in the NICU for twelve weeks. Is that common for premature babies not to speak?”

“Every child is different, maybe it’s going to take him a little bit longer,” Miss Honey says kindly.

“Well, we’ll be seeing his doctor soon so I’ll ask her. Thank you for telling me, I’ll make sure to keep an eye on it.”

When you tell Luke he gets angry at first defending that nothing is wrong with him then frowns at Oliver in his carseat through the rearview mirror. He’s playing with his toy keys, humming around them and gazing out the window.

“We talk to him all the time, so do the girls…”

“It really could be because he was born so early, it could take him longer than most to reach his milestones.”

“But he walked today! That’s a big milestone and he’s 15 months old now.”

“Luke, it’s okay. We’ll ask his doctor and see what she says,” you rub at the back of his neck.

Posy is equally thrilled to see Luke and starts chatting away about her day explaining how she wanted her butterfly shirt but Luke thinks her ladybug shirt is just as good. She beams at him.

The four of you are standing on the curb at school waiting for Lily’s bus to arrive. When it does and parks, Lily is talking with Roman and another little boy, when she sees Luke, her face brightens and she runs with her arms wide open screaming, “Daddy!”

Luke lifts her up effortlessly, his hand rubbing at her back and hair affectionately.

“Hi my sweet,” he smiles kissing the side of her head. “How was camp?”

She tells him and you all about it while you walk to the car. Luke sets Lily down to help Posy get buckled in her booster seat.

“How about we go swimming when we get home and we have…McDonald’s for dinner?” Luke asks excitedly. Lily and Posy cheer, then you inform them that Oliver walked today.

“Good job, Olly!” Lily tells him patting his hand.

Posy asks if Chloe and Maddox will be coming over too, she loves the twins.

“No, bug, they gotta stay home with Uncle Michael and Auntie Crystal. Maybe we can all get together this weekend.”

You all have fun playing in the pool, Luke tosses the ball for Petunia in the grass then she lays at the edge of the pool when she’s tired. Posy and Lily take turns swimming by her and kissing her nose while she pants. For the rest of the week, Luke and you take the kids to their desired places and you watch Oliver more carefully. He makes noises but no coherent words have formed yet.

You spend the Saturday at Michael and Crystal’s where you ask about the babies. Luke’s eyes meet yours, he smiles and lets his gaze shift to your belly. You still haven’t told anyone else yet.

In August, you agree to tell everyone about the new baby but when you’re out with Crystal you feel a little off. Michael and Luke are with the kids so you and Crystal had a pamper day of mani pedis then went to lunch. You went to the bathroom and Crystal sat waiting. She texted Michael asking how Chloe and Maddox were doing, she scrolled through some stories on Instagram and noticed how long you’ve been gone.

Crystal makes her way towards the bathroom to check on you and knocks on the door.

“y/n?”

“Can…can you call Luke?” you ask, your voice shaky.

“Why? What’s wrong?”

“I’m…” you look down at your fingers holding the wad of tissue as you try to stop it but all you see is red. “I’m bleeding. Call an ambulance…please.”

Crystal panics and calls 911 right away while also ordering a worker to open the door. She tries to open it herself by shoving on it with all her might but it’s locked. She tries to call for you to unlock it but you’re not responding and Crystal panics more.

The dispatcher says someone will be there in three minutes. Crystal is still demanding the manager to open the door, he’s fumbling for the correct key as she calls Luke simultaneously smacking the door calling out to you. He doesn’t pick up the first time so she calls again.

Back at Michael’s house, Luke finds his phone wedged between the couch and sees Crystal calling him.

“Hey, Crys, what’s–” he answers but she’s talking so fast he can’t keep up.

The only thing he hears is, “get to the hospital now. y/n’s bleeding. Hurry!”

Wails of sirens are heard in the background. Luke freezes. Crystal is crying. Lily’s eyes meet Luke’s. The bathroom door finally breaks open from a paramedic who kicked it down.

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zaggyboi · 7 months

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Here’s episode 1…

Episode 1: The Brooklyn Life

We open on a special green pipe in the sewers… then we go above the sewers to reveal Brooklyn New York!… Where two Mustachioed Hat Wearing Men ran through the streets… The Mario Brothers! Luigi the Youngest Brother stopped running exhaustedly and looked at his Brother

Luigi: Mario! Is job even worth it?!

Mario: Come On Luigi! The truck broke! Which means we gotta run… also not to mention… RENT

Luigi: Oh mama Mia… you could have said that!!

the two ran, until they made it to their destination… Mario knocked and when the resident answered they shut the door

Resident: you were late… so I hired I different plumber, you just missed them…

The brothers sighed and walked back to their apartment, picking up a Pizza aswell… when they arrived they noticed an Eviction Notice… and Mario Punched the wall… before sitting on the Couch

Luigi: Mario… hey come on maybe Spike is hiring again…

Mario: no luigi he hates me… gosh what is it with me and ticking off people twice my size..

Luigi: Mario you are a strong Passionate Man! You know what to do… even if it doesn’t seem right… it’s why…

Mario: yeah but Being Right doesn’t help with the bills… or keeping a job…

Luigi: hey Mario! You saved the now Mayor!! And that was a few years ago… the Gorilla is Back in the jungle where he is probably a lot more happier…

Then the Phone rang… Luig picked it up “Hello, super Mario brothers! You Clog em we Clear em…”

Man on Phone: Mario Brothers!… a pipe burst in the street! I’m calling every Plumber and Construction Company out Here!

Luigi: We will be Right there!

Luigi grabbed the Gear and informed Mario… they ran out the door and down into the flooding street… where they saw people failing to stop the leak… Even the mayor was in the flood helping People…

Mario: Notice Anything Lu…?

Luigi: No Ones underground…

Mario: which means…

Luigi:…. Oh… Here we go…

Mario used a crowbar to open a Sewer lid and the current pulled the brothers in… they then noticed a Pressure valve going haywire…

Luigi: Ah! Disgusting!!

Mario: Come On Luigi! We got this! We just gotta Jump!

Luigi: WHAT!!!! Are you insane!? I’m still a single man! No one will miss us!!

Mario: I’m Sure your online dating account would…

Luigi: You knew?!

Mario: Now is not a Good Time!!!!

Mario ran and jumped clearing the gap and spinning the Valve, but he wasn’t strong enough

Mario: Luigi… I need some little Brother strength!…

Luigi was way too nervous to and just froze up… then the Pipe Burst and steam shot out Knocking Mario into the Water

Luigi: Ah!!! Mario!!!

then Luigi didn’t hesitate too jump in and Grab Mario… when they were suddenly pulled through a hole in the floor into a secret Room…

Luigi: Mario! You okay?! I’m so Sorry you know I get the jitters when it comes to jumping!

Mario: *cough* *cough* you can jump higher than me!

Luigi: oh… right…

Mario: Woah… where? Are we?

The two Got up and took out Flashlights… Looking around… and walking through a room full of Pipes…

Luigi: I don’t like it hear…

Mario: Me neither let’s get out of here as soon as we can… cities still Flooding… heh yknow this reminds me of the McClouds play place right Luigi?……… Lu?… Lui!?… Luigi!!

Mario turned to where Luigi was last… and there was a Green Pipe… Mario approached it noticing a wrench on the floor and then he looked inside

Mario: Luigi!!! Are you in there?!

Then Suddenly an air Current took the Wrench from Mario’s hand… and it got stronger as he was sucked down this Green Pipe…

Mario: what’s going On!!!!!!

Mario then felt a pain in his head as he flew through this Pipe… when suddenly a Girl in Blue surrounded By Stars appeared in his Head…

???: You have been Called Mario… A new life has opened up too you… don’t waste it… live… and Find me when you are ready…

Mario: Who… was that?!…. WOAH!!!…

Mario then emerged from the pipe into a cloudy area… with Other Green Pipes… A Warp Zone…

Mario: This is Not! McClouds!!

Luigi: Ahh!!

Mario: Luigi!!!

Luigi: Mario!!!

Mario Saw Luigi flying up ahead and he dove for him!! But there was a Fork in their Path!… Mario flew as fast as he could!

Mario: Give Me your Hand!!!!

Luigi: I can’t Reach!!!

The Brothers Reached! And Mario was only Able to touch Luigi’s Finger tips before the Fork Split Them…

Luigi: MARIO!!!!!!

Mario: LUIGI!!!!! I’ll find you!!! JUST BE BRAVE!!!

Luigi: Don’t Leave me!!!!

Mario: Luigi!!!….

the last Mario saw was Luigi Entering a Yellow Pipe covered in Sand… Before he flew into another Green Pipe… Then He was Shot out with such speed! He bounced off a Mushroom and began rolling through a bunch of Smaller ones!

A few Mushrooms away… A beautiful Princess in a Pink Dress was sitting Picking Flowers and humming a song… when suddenly… MARIO.. came flying in! It looked like he was aiming for her but he quickly turned in midair and went Face first! Into the Dirt and flowers… he got up Coughing and then he Turned to the Princess…

Mario: huh?…

The Princess: Oh… my…

Mario and The Princess: Who Are You?…

#mario bros #mario and luigi #mayor pauline #mario #luigi #brooklyn

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mystery-fic-anon · 1 year

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Let Your Hair Down

Summary: Underfell Alphys and Underfell Undyne take a shower together.

Warnings: M rating, but just for nudity and implied sex, nothing more

Thank you to @nugget4550 for beta reading

Read it on ao3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/44688598

Alphys couldn’t help staring as Undyne stripped down. Undyne was gorgeous, and she would take every chance she got to admire Undyne. Her muscles flexed subtly as she pulled off her shirt, and Alphys felt a bit light-headed as Undyne took off her bra too. Undyne didn’t even seem self-conscious, and aside from a slight flush on her face, she could be getting undressed alone. How could she be so cool? Alphys felt like she was going to explode. Being intimate was one thing, but showering together like this felt like a whole new step in their relationship.

Undyne finished wiping off the last of her matte lipstick and turned to face her. “You still coming in with me?”

“Wha-uh, yeah! Yeah, sorry.” Alphys laughed nervously, fiddling with the edges of her sleeves. They were already fraying from how much she’d picked at them, and she knew she would have to repair them yet again before she went back to work. “I, uh, got distracted.”

“That’s alright, I don’t mind staring.” Undyne winked, then stood back. She crossed her arms just underneath her breasts, and Alphys had to look away to keep her train of thought from derailing entirely.

Thank the Stars Alphys had left her lab coat unbuttoned. Her shaky fingers never would have been able to undo them. She pulled off her coat, sweater, and shirt quickly, then hesitated as she got to her skirt. Even if Undyne had seen her naked before, exposing this part of her body wasn’t easy.

Undyne ran her hand over the top of Alphys’ crest all the way up to the top spike, then soothingly rubbed just underneath it. Alphys looked up at her and smiled a bit, relaxing into the touch. She finally took her skirt off, stacking it on top of her other clothes. Her glasses were carefully tucked into their case, with the pink cleaning cloth laying on top so she could easily find it again.

“Here, let me.” Alphys stepped around Undyne and fiddled with the taps, making sure the water would be nice and hot. She had a few water sources hooked up to her plumbing system, and she wanted only the best for Undyne.

She finally pulled a lever, and the shower burst to life. She stepped back, letting Undyne get in first.

Alphys’ personal shower was wide enough for two people, and had both the normal amenities and a special tap for rinsing out her face and eyes in the case of accidental chemical exposure. Of course, she had an emergency shower in her lab, but it was better to be prepared.

Undyne groaned, tilting her head back and letting the hot water run over her face and hair. “Your water pressure is amazing.”

Alphys just hummed and leaned against the tiles. There was a heating system in the tile of her bathroom, so they never really got cold. They were warmer than the air right now, and she shivered a bit. She began picking at her fingers, staying silent as she watched Undyne.

Undyne really was an incredible woman. She was so tall and strong, and Alphys could see every scar on her back when she moved her long hair out of the way.

Undyne had brought a few of her own products, and she grabbed a bottle right away. Alphys gulped as Undyne poured shampoo into her hand, then began lathering her hair. The water kept running down her body, washing away any sweat and mud from her sparring today. There were a few new bruises on her arms and one on her hip, but Alphys wasn’t worried. If Undyne needed healing, she would ask for it.

Alphys had to squint a bit, but since Undyne was close, she could still see her. She hesitated for a moment, then reached out and touched Undyne’s hips. Undyne turned, and she quickly pulled her hands back.

“Come here.” Undyne picked Alphys up by her waist, and pulled her in for a kiss. She turned around as they kissed, letting Alphys be under the hot water. Her crest kept the spray from splashing into her face, the warmth running down her back instead.

After a long moment, Undyne set her back down on the ground. She gave Alphys another small peck on the lips, then stood up. “Here, let me help you.” She grabbed the scale soap from the shower rack, and motioned for her to turn around.

Alphys had expected Undyne to get steamy right away, but instead she just began calmly washing her back. Undyne massaged her scales, making sure the soap worked its way into the little cracks between them. She hadn’t showered in a few days, and getting clean again felt better than she expected. She closed her eyes, swaying a bit as she began massaging her shoulders properly.

Undyne kissed the top of her head, and she leaned back. Since Undyne was crouching down, she could rest her head comfortably on Undyne’s shoulder. She sighed happily as Undyne held her close, resting her hands over Undyne’s.

They would have to do more shower dates in the future. Especially if Alphys got the chance to wash Undyne’s back after this…

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garciaasfluffypen · 1 year

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The Birthday Disaster

wc: 1.8k pairing: sara lance x ava sharpe warnings: NSFW (MDNI i will chase you with a broom), the legends are chaotic, sara and ava really just want some alone time goddamnit

Christmas was probably one of Ava’s favorite times of the year. She wasn’t sure why, but it made her so happy to see the whole team get excited about decorating the galley. Even Zari, who technically didn’t celebrate Christmas even got in on the spirit, and everyone always made sure to put out halal foods for her so she could be included. For Ava, the closeness was probably the best part of it. Growing up, she had never really become close to people in her life, unless you count her mother and father. It wasn’t until she met the Legends that she had realized what being close to people meant, especially when it came to all of the shenanigans that they all ensued this time of year. From ugly sweater contests to see who could drink the most eggnog before they noticed Mick had spiked it, Ava had never felt like she had belonged. But now, she had a group where she did belong and celebrate the things that made her happy.

She was helping Nate hang some string lights in the galley when she happened to overhear Zari and Amaya talking as they walked in to get a drink. She didn’t mean to eavesdrop, but she heard Sara’s name and was automatically intrigued. Sure, they hadn’t put a label on what they had become yet, but something told her this was something she and Sara had to do for themselves – something she knew the blonde assassin would probably be annoyed with but would smile through it nonetheless.

“Nate,” Ava started, “What does Sara like?”

“Huh?”

“Like, candies, chocolates, that kinda stuff.”

“Oh.” He paused. “Well she likes gummy worms, some sort of chocolate covered espresso bean shit… never understood why, if I’m being honest. Oh, she likes Pixie Sticks too.”

“Sweet, thanks Nate.” Ava patted him on the shoulder and scurried down the ladder she was standing on, practically running out of the door.

“You’re welcome?”

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Everything was going to plan. Ava had told Sara to come to their room on the Waverider after dinner so they could hang out, just the two of them. Smoothing out yet another invisible wrinkle, Ava sat herself down cross legged on the bed and placed the box she had got Sara in front of her, filled to the brim with her favorite candies and topped off with a bow. The only wrapping paper she could find was an obnoxious hot pink paper covered in unicorns, which clashed horribly with the lime green bow she had found shoved in the depths of Zari’s closet. Either way, the sentiment was there, and she knew that Sara would get a kick out of it either way. She nervously tucked some hair behind her ear, swallowing the lump that was in her throat. She could get through this. She could make her surprise work. It had to work. She didn’t put three hours of planning into what outfit she was going to wear today for nothing. A small jump overtook her body as the door to their bedroom opened, Sara walking in with a sly smile on her face.

“What’s this?”

“Well, I overheard it was your birthday tomorrow and I wanted to do something special, just the two of us. Since we have things planned with the team tomorrow, and… I- yeah.”

“Aves, you didn’t have to.”

“But I wanted to.”

Ava held out a hand and took one of Sara’s in her own as she sat down on the bed, lightly nudging the box towards her. Sara raised an eyebrow and took it, hints of a smile forming on her lips as she saw the wrapping paper. Ava hid behind her hands as she heard the paper rip, trying to hide her blush as Sara opened the box. Various candies and small baggies with the chocolate covered espresso beans were scattered throughout crinkle paper (or “Easter egg grass!” as Gary liked to call it) and small bite size pieces of chocolate were scattered in as well. A pack of Pixie Sticks was sitting in the bottom as well, and a small handwritten note was taped to the lid of the box. Sara carefully took the note off of the lid and opened it, smirking as Ava watched her read it through her fingers.

“Babe, this is - wow. Thank you.”

“You like it?”

“Like it? Aves this is one of the best gifts I’ve ever received.” Sara put the note down on her bedside table and crawled across the bed to Ava, placing herself on her lap. “But there’s one gift I’d love the most.”

“And what would that be?”

“Well,” Sara took the bow from her present and looped it around Ava’s neck, slowly pulling the blonde closer. “It starts with an A, is five foot nine, and hopefully is wearing something sexy under that robe.”

A small scoff fell from Ava’s lips as she wrapped her arms around Sara’s midsection, pulling the smaller blonde as close as she physically could muster. The two of them became a tangle of limbs as she pushed Sara back so they were laying down, the box of treats forgotten as it fell to the floor. Ava’s robe was practically ripped off of her as they continued to kiss, the robe being long forgotten as Sara threw it somewhere in the room. Fingers trailed over porcelain skin as Ava made her way down Sara’s jawline, using her free hand to push some hair out of the way as she came closer to her neck. Ava’s hands came to rest on Sara’s hips as she waited for Sara to shimmy out of her shirt. Once the shirt was discarded, Ava resumed her trail of kisses, stopping to put a singular kiss on each breast. She slowly continued down Sara’s body, taking the time to kiss each and every one of Sara’s visible scars, and even trace over the small tattoo she got of a black canary -- Ava guessed it was to symbolize her sister. Sara started squirming under her touch and Ava let her tongue slip out in between her lips, making her trail down her body painfully slower than it was. When she finally got to where she wanted to be, Ava slowly ran her hands up and down Sara’s thigh, waiting for the assassin to give her the go-ahead. When Sara practically started pleading with her, Ava inched her way towards the hem of Sara’s undies, pulling them down her legs. She could practically feel the heat radiating off of her, and smiled as she pushed hair out of her face, making her way down.

Sara felt the fireworks in her body as Ava finally got where she needed her to be, her back arching as lips and tongue danced across her skin. Sara let her hands get tangled in Ava’s long locks, her face covered in expressions she had no idea existed until she met Ava. Toes started curling and Sara’s breaths got closer and closer together as Ava reached up and grabbed at Sara’s breast, pulling it out of the bralette she was wearing and playing with it. Sara started shaking in anticipation as she got closer and closer to climax, letting out a long moan as her back arched off of the bed, Ava’s hands sitting firmly on her hips in an effort to keep her in one place. Before she knew it, Ava was back up by her face and kissing her, causing Sara to wrap her arms around the blonde as she played with the hooks on Sara’s back, slipping the bralette off her tiny frame as they switched positions. Sara barely had time to register what was happening before she was on top of Ava, desperately trying to undo the corset that was tied around her midsection. Sara had seen Ava’s body many times before, but every time she was astonished at how perfect Ava truly was, inside and out. She finally got the corset untied and tossed it off to the side, pausing a moment to take her girlfriend in. She bent down to place a kiss on Ava’s lips, smiling into it as she did so.

“Hey, I heard you guys had chocolate and pixie sticks OH MY GOD!”

The door to their bedroom slid open to reveal Zari and Nora, both of them in the stupid matching Christmas pajamas Nate had convinced everyone to wear (“Come on you guys, it’ll be cute!”), except Zari was just in a plain white crew neck with a donut on it. Zari automatically went to cover her eyes as Sara fell off the bed, taking the sheets with her. Ava, in her frightened state, grabbed a pillow and shoved it in front of her body, hoping and praying to anyone out there that it was covering her whole body. Nora froze in her spot, the half eaten Hershey’s bar Ray had gotten her falling to the floor.

“I clearly stated that Ms. Lance and Ms. Sharpe were busy, Ms. Darhk.”

“Yeah I didn’t think you meant they were busy doing each other!”

Sara popped up from her spot on the floor, doing her best to wrap the sheet around her body as she glared daggers at Nora and Zari. “What about ‘knock on my door if you need me’ do you not understand, Darhk?”

“Well, in our defense, Nate told us you had candy.”

“And whipped cream.”

“But now I see what you guys were doing…”

“I don’t think I want to know where that whipped cream was going to end up.”

Ava huffed. “No, you really don’t.”

“Both of you, out!”

“I- yes captain.”

Zari pulled Nora away from the door, shooting Sara a small apologetic smile as the door shut. Sara and Ava sat in their spots, staring at each other for a few moments before Ava cleared her throat.

“Well that was a disaster.”

“I-yeah.”

“We really need to invest in locks.”

“I- yeah.”

“I’m sorry, this was supposed to be perfect and-”

“Aves, hey.” Sara crawled back onto the bed, pushing some hair out of Ava’s face. “No matter what those idiots did or will do, tonight was perfect. I-I haven’t really celebrated my birthday in a while so being able to at least do something that made it special makes it perfect in my book.”

“You really think so?”

“Yes. Anything you do for me is perfect, Ava. I mean it.”

“So you’re not mad that Nora and Zari both just walked in on us having sex?”

“Oh no, I’m fuming. Actually fuming. But like you’ve told me, I can’t let my anger get a hold of me over something we’re never going to speak about again.”

Ava chuckled. “I’m really rubbing off on you, huh?”

“You truly are, Ms. Sharpe.” Sara smiled, pecking her on the lips. “I hope you know that I know get the liberty to walk in on both of them while they’re having sex with their respected partners as payback, yeah?”

“I couldn’t stop you if I tried.”

#sara lance x ava sharpe #legends of tomorrow #legends of tomorrow one shot #sara lance #ava sharpe #nora darhk #zari tomaz #gideon #they're chaotic and i love them #i also love my moms #sara lance one shot #ava sharpe one shot #an i (queue) of 187

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#ZableFable #WeirdLore #MyThoughts

Zable Fable when getting fankids that canonical can't have any be like.

Seems Fable was using the dream move opposite day saying they can have kids with both of the couple's trust and agreement to have kids even though one party couldn't with the DNA from the partner while guessing what the hybrid kids would look like with a little humanity in them.

Video not mine but link is there.

NX_vcjZmQ9w (youtube.com)

Beta Zable Fable's

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I was originally going to make Zable a Illbleed or Gemusetto oc but decided to make this character it's own thing.

Zable's beta design was originally going to be a Undertale character that was a shapeshifter but pretended to be human so the human's wouldn't notice her but later was caught then thrown underground.

The running joke was Papyrus would bring her to Asgore to be the last soul but have Papyrus get told it wasn't going to work.

She would only appear on April 1 next to the Gyftrot.

I still would love to know if Thon is a good pronoun for beta Zable.

Her battle animations would be shapeshifting her body like her arms and legs into weapons then swings them around at the player. Picking up the UI box and shaking it around while eyeing it and the stop/go blue/orange spikes glow swapping. They would talk about not belonging.

To spare her you need to calm her down and chat with them. At the end you exchange phone numbers and you meet her in a special place where you just dance with her.

Also Gyftrot will be there too without the stuff on it.

The special place is the abandoned meat factory but they don't know that.

All of this beta stuff was in my head for the longest time.

Before I saw Doe and Nimona but both media brought it back since it was locked up for so long.

Music's and game not mine but link is there.

Undertale OST: Meat Factory (youtube.com)

If beta Zable had a theme.

Exploring the Meat Factory - SiIvaGunner: King for Another Day (youtube.com)

She/Thon Zable would take off their eye glasses to reveal nothing underneath and throw it at the player but then do the velma where my glasses at pose.

The glasses are the eyes.

It's a rare attack.

Yeah I like to draw monsters since my art style isn't the best so I have a ton of shifter oc's.

But most of my roleplays I do which are a few like the base character more then for the character to change form.

When you defeat beta Zable.

She would smirk and say "I guess you were more of a monster than me and I was the human all along." "Crazy right?"

Then turns to dust and you win only one gold but it's fools gold.

You can't sell or throw away the fool's gold and is stuck with you in your inventory till the end.

Sometimes beta Zable would mirror match fight the player but only in the killing all monster route.

Beta Zable got caught shifting her arm to make a tool she needed and someone caught her changing her hand then told someone.

The humans sent her underground since they were scared.

If Zable's fool's gold body reaches the Amalgam area then it will try to fuse with each Amalgamate for one unique battle animation for each one then fade away.

This is the only way to get rid of the fool's gold.

I imagine some of the cutscenes in the fool's gold battles will be a random gold hand assisting in the Ui battle.

Like for example the gold hand shooing away the moths or butterflies then string puppetering the Everyman to attack the heart player.

Like this.

Video not mine but link is there.

Everyman scream (youtube.com)

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Weird fanart I would make if my art was good

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If my artwork was really good I would draw John Doe interacting with Bitmark/Gifford over Zable Fable.

Maybe have the two fight each other for Zable's date while Zable is oblivious.

Bitmark/Gifford was my first yandere like character I knew about, Signed and Sealed With A Kiss base character was the second, Peter King is third, and John Doe is fourth.

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#Illbleed #Level3Woopuppets #WudollaBugItem My favorite one off item is the Wudolla bug. These little friends eat a certain... – @bluepoodle7 on Tumblr

If Zable Fable was in trouble with a snatcher REALTORs or a wood person/tree people then any version would have copycat item the Wudolla bugs then just put them on the enemy for them to snack on if the tree's bodies are withered or old.

Zable would probably give these creatures out like pins or stickers by just sticking them on tree enemies to let them eat.

If I knew how to draw really good I would makes these Wudolla bugs into metallic pins, stickers, and laminated charms that shine when light shines on them.

Nicknames If Zable Fable dated Maison Talo and John Doe with other stuff.

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Nicknames Zable Fable would give John Doe.

Dust Bunny, Fuzzy Guy, Little Buddy, String Bean, Hot Topic, The Creeper, Jonathan, Johnny Test, J Man, The Twinge for Illbleed, My Sweetheart, Smiley Central, Mystery Man, Freakazoid, My little Tribble, Wooly Bear, Chubble, Clayfigher, and Cheshire Cat.

Zable thinks of new ones on the fly.

If Zable was dating Maison Talo any version would call him a Brickhouse as a nickname.

Another couple of nicknames Zable would use for Maison Talo would be Joe Pera and Mr.Roger's Neighborhood.

Because to Zable this character reminds them of both in style but like a distorted monster version that eats people but acts like a person.

Zable would make the gas station like a second job for extra cash when realm jumping.

Zable would kiss the housebody door then the lure then go to work.

When your yousona decides not to take a bath or shower then go to their gas station job while John Doe is flirting with you saying that you smell nice be like.

Zable Fable would be like.

"Dang man I smell like a burger dude shut it."

Can Realtors walk into the gas station and do they buy anything to try to not blow their cover?

Is that where Heim is getting the burgers at?

I can also see a Realtor saying.

"You look like a snack and mind if I carry you out?"

While winking at the yousona working.

It can either be a sweet thing to say if you are together or a threat to the yousona.

Zable would still ask a lot of questions like how does the fridge and freezer stay cool?

Where does the water come from and how does the air conditioning or heating work?

Also the bathroom situation like the toilet.

Also I think it's canon that the bathroom's in a REALTORs house body is for aesthetic and doesn't work.

So how do these plant people mimics keep their lure bodies clean after a meal?

Zable any version would love to see Maison Talo's seasonal color changes like his cheetah zoot suit looking outfit.

But all of them will be curious of the other seasonal change forms.

Probably say.

"House man too cool for school rocking that look."

I can see Zable taking Maison Talo's business card then wait for him to leave then write their number on it then call up Maison to regift his own card back to him saying this.

"I hope you make a house call back to me if you have the time and maybe have a house party later."

Different Zable's Dating

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If any version of Zable gets hit on by someone they will be oblivious at first and respond by just telling the character they like them instead of trying to skirt around it.

Some might not like big announcements like a flash mob or a huge party.

Every Zable is different some may have relationship experience and some won't.

But the Au for Regular Zable knows how dating works while the Zable Au with Doe was too busy or never dated at all.

Never even went to prom because this Zable found it not important to go.

If Zable dated Heim Baile

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If Zable would date Heim Baile from House Hunted 2 they would probably go out on a burger date and eat inside of his house body.

Zable would ask to do a fancy limited edition food review with Heim if he is okay with it.

Zable would ask Heim in a interview on Realtor lore.

Zable asking questions like.

"Why do some of you REALTORs hunt humans?" "While some are like oh boy real food and still survive."

"If Realtors can't get jobs but have hobbies then how are you getting burgers?"

"If Realtors can't control what your lure bodies look like."

"Then do some Realtors try to outward change their appearance like wearing normal clothes instead of the ones they sprouted with over their "clothes" ?"

"Also do some Realtors feel like they are not in the right lure body?"

"Like a pollinator house wanting to be a seed bearer."

"Are their any Realtors that are both?"

That's wild that Zable Fable is taller than both Heim and Doe since this character is 6'2 while also at Maison Talo kissing height since he is 6'3.

Doe is 5'8 but can shapeshift and Heim is 4"11.

Wonder if his eye bleeds when damaged in his Doe ball form?

I know in his human form if you three stooges eye poke his eyes they turn into teeth.

Also wild that John Doe can't bleed in his true form which is interesting to me unless that's not cannon anymore.

I wonder what was the first time he noticed that humans bleed and put that into his fake body to act normal?

And his first set of scars.

https://twitter.com/mortisfox/status/1595660129634222081

Fable swapped in control of Zable's human vessel body when a REALTORs gets on top of them with their mouth open be like.

He likes the flappy hands #fyp #fypシ #viral #flappyhands #dogsofttikto... | Puppy Dog | TikTok

Zable Fable if they were dating a REALTORs and protecting them.

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Zable Fable would be the character to walk inside of a REALTORs horror house and if both parties are friends or lovers would bring back food if the character got a buy one get one free deal then would ask the house if they want the extra food in case they need to realm jump.

Zable Fable would just tired face plant after a long day of interviews with knowing the history of the places they visited on either the REALTORs floor on the meat furniture to kiss it then the lure body if they are lovers.

And if the REALTORs up for it but that is before they kiss the REALTORs door.

Janet still would be weirded out by all of this but since she's inorganic then she is safe but would explore the place like seeing the bathroom just being their as a aesthetic and not work.

Zable Fable would want to know if a REALTORs could eat their own business cards since they rot like fruit. Maybe drop it on the floor just to see the reaction of the house.

Zable Fable would also try to lead the villain that each version's story by running away in the REALTORs house body with YipYop thinking both parties are hiding just for the REALTORs to eat them then finally break the sitcom curse unless YipYop adapts to that and kills the house.

But if the REALTORs successfully eat YipYop they might hallucinate pretty bad that Fable has the stay with them to make them normal.

If YipYop adapts then they may day dream a move to take the house out that might stress out Zable enough to unlock Fable to randomly dream move back the day dream attacks.

Like for example YipYop day dreaming tile tenting the floors of the house or try to wreck it with a wrecking ball and maybe a warning on making the bathroom work.

While Fable would try to stop it by using Zable's body to grab the wrecking ball then send it back while a clone tries to stop the floor while healing it.

Have another clone try to fix the bathroom.

YipYop is after Fable and not Zable but Fable uses Zable as a hiding spot.

Fable is concealing themselves from YipYop to heal up but is actually shifted stuck as a blue upside down heart necklace to heal so they can one day be in the waking world but are resting but only when danger is near they swap places with Zable.

Also if you eat a piece of any shifter or vored them the person or being who ate them will hallucinate and slowly be mind controlled by the shifter.

I can see Zable point to the name tag with John Doe on it for a split second then revert to normal once the same name joke hits. Zable would also do the same name game to Maison Talo when he says dear buyer then joke corrects him with saying their name is Maison Talo.

Zable Fable because of the sitcom curse would say puns that would make you grown.

"Hey I owe you a quarter back and I forget to give you a nickel back with 50 cents in change."

Zable Fable would jokingly say that then say they were almost number 1 but someone beat them to the ranking as a joke then smirk shrug at Maison Talo.

I wonder what his reaction would be?

I can see Maison Talo saying Zable's not a REALTORs then Zable jokingly gaslighting him to think the character is one by showing a custom house badge they purchased online but then say just kidding.

I can see Zable Fable trying to joke that each version of the character is a REALTORs by dying once then exploring the Uncanny Valley once to find a house that looks like the character then take a picture of the house then later lead Maison Talo to it to slowly gaslight him.

Maybe have Zable joke that they don't have business cards but gives him a food coupon instead of the business card while saying their defective at making them.

Fable in Zable vessel body after a REALTORs knocked out Zable then gets up to slowly takes off their normal buyer clothes to reveal a REALTORs outfit underneath that has the opposite of what the REALTORs genotype pin is.

And this plays be like.

It Had To Be You - Carl Stalling and the WB Studio Orchestra - 1940 (youtube.com)

Maybe have Fable in Zable's REALTORs dressed vessel body repeat the saying "Do you absolutely love this house?" in a sexy tone before knocking out the house with the lure body to leave the area through the mouth front door.

Zable giving him a already microwaved hungry man fish with chips dinner and then lightly patting his back.

Have Zable waving bye to him to explore the Uncanny Valley.

I can see Zable Fable closing their eyes then hum this song to themself while saying pack my bags and say I'm leaving.

Video and images not mine but links are there.

I Got over Love (youtube.com)

The hungry man dinner I was talking about. I kind of want to eat it but I hope it's not too salty and found a image of what the meal looks like for reals.

I would eat it if the Hungry Man company brought it back.

My guess that it tastes like a cut up fish stick or like the McDonald's fish mcbites but store brand with cheese whiz on the potato wedges.

Hungry Man Sports Grill Popcorn Fish and Chips | Frozen Foods | Matherne's Market (mathernes.com)

Swanson Hungry Man Popcorn Fish and Chips | Morton Fox | Flickr

Mainly this house I want to draw later.

But is just a normal house not a mimic one in this au but in my Infected Realtor Au then it's a mimic house as Zable Fable but as a evil Infected Realtor that eats houses with the lure body.

Search: Dawg Hus – @bluepoodle7 on Tumblr

I can also see that Zable Fable when Maison Talo or Heim Baile do their REALTORs speech again to convince the character to visit their houses and have Zable say you could make a religion out of your little speeches since you memorized them to the tee.

I can see if Zable "dies" or faints and Fable swaps in with a random dream move.

That Fable in Zable's REALTORs dressed vessel body repeat the saying a REALTORs used before Zable "died" in a sexy tone just to see the REALTORs reaction.

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