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forsworned · 1 month

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Holy shit hesh content instant follow. ~ local pocket dragon is frothing at the mouth.

AND GUESS WHAT ??? MORE MF HESH BABES TYSMMMMM <3 I APPRECIATE YOUR SUPPORT I AM CURRENTLY FROTHING AT THE MOUTH FOR HIM

PASSENGER SEAT LOVERS ft. HUSBAND!HESH

𓈒༑•̩̩͙ 𝗐𝖺𝗋𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗌: 𝗁𝗎𝗌𝖻𝖺𝗇𝖽!𝗁𝖾𝗌𝗁 𝗑 𝗐𝗂𝖿𝖾!𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋, 𝖼𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗆𝗉𝗂𝖾, 𝗉𝗇𝗏, 𝗎𝗇𝗉𝗋𝗈𝗍𝖾𝖼𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗌𝖾𝗑, 𝖿𝗅𝗎𝖿𝖿𝗒, 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝖿𝗈𝗋𝗍, 𝗆𝗒 𝗆𝖺𝗇𝗌 𝗂𝗌 𝗂𝗇 𝗅𝗈𝗈𝗈𝗈𝗈𝗈𝗈𝗈𝗈𝗈𝗈𝗈𝗈𝗈𝗈𝗈𝗈𝗈𝗈𝗏𝖾, 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝗉𝗋𝗈𝗈𝖿𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽 𝗍𝖻𝗁

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Even after three years of marriage, you were still a flustered, stammering mess around him. Whether he bent down to tie your shoes or brushed your hair away while you cooked, lifting your chin to gaze into your eyes with his gentle, viridian hues before giving you a delicate kiss. You just couldn't help but melt into a puddle when he was around.

It seemed to hit him when you two were readying yourselves for your monthly trip to Costco (literally Hesh's second home). He had all the reusable bags packed in the trunk, and he always happily jogged around to open your door for you. You giggled at his enthusiasm as you climbed in, and he reached over to buckle you in. The warmth of his body, his grey henley clinging deliciously to his torso, sleeves rolled up as his cologne wafted into your senses. Cedarwood and Hinoki enveloped you, sending you into a daze.

The warm sunlight painted him golden, and for a second, it felt like constellations were gathering around him in a clinquant fashion. He tilted his head as he gazed down at your dulcet features so lovingly, but the curve of his lips was certainly impish.

"You gettin' all flustered again?" he inquired, obviously knowing the response. He had always known the effect he had on you and he was no stranger to the influence you had over him. This man would blithely get on his knees for you at any given moment. But right now, he was having fun toying with you, seeing how far he could go with provoking you.

You blinked back, doe-eyed, and he observed the way you thickly swallowed. "Again?" you croaked out, causing him to swipe his tongue over his lips and latch his teeth into the rosy flesh to stifle his laughter.

"I see the way you're lookin' at me, missy." He began to close the gap between you two, your heart faltering against your chest as warmth rushed to your cheeks. Your hand reflexively went to the handle to maneuver yourself backward, and he clambered on top of you in a fit of giggles.

Your heated cheeks and quivering, jutted-out lip only made you appear more adorable to him. "I'm not looking at you in any kind of way!" you retorted, but he was already adjusting himself on top of you, kissing your cheeks and jaw, immediately succumbing to his hot touch.

"We're gonna be late," you breathed out, carding your fingers through his grown-out buzz, indulging him in a soothing cafuné. He hummed against the skin of your neck, and you felt the wetness pooling at your core. The passenger door was still open in your driveway, encapsulated by the woods that came with the ranch you two drafted a deed to when you fixed your signatures together on that sanctimonious sheet of paper as your moans filled the air.

He chuckled against your sternum now, buttons to your blouse already coming undone. "Late to Costco?"

You glanced over at your watch; it was still noon, but it was impossible to know how long Hesh could keep you. His stamina was unmatched, and his hunger could sometimes be difficult to satiate when he was in the mood, which right now looked like he wouldn't be done with you for the next hour and a half if even that. His question quickly burrowed itself into the backlog of your mind as his lips latched onto your hardened nipple and you rocked your hips at him. He returned the motion as he groaned against the delicateness of your bud, circling the other with the pad of his thumb.

Emboldened by his actions, you reached to unbuckle his leather belt, but he grasped your sneaky little fingers. "Gettin' brave now?" his breath briskly fanning at your ear. You whined at him. "Use your words, sweetheart."

"Fuck me, David, please," it came out as a dreamy plea, and his heart impelled the rigidity of his cock under his jeans. The thing about Hesh is, you only ever have to ask once. Your skirt was already hiking up around your waist as you both fiddled with the button of his jeans, and he barely shrugged off the denim to free his strained dick that slapped his abdomen. It was dripping with opulent, ivory pre-cum, but Hesh wasn't even thinking about that. He wasted no time, slipping his fingers past your waistband to collect the arousal that was saturating your panties and velvety folds.

Your lips both parting, ragged breaths leaving your throats. "Jesus, doll, you're all worked for me." He groaned, laboring at your swollen clit and gathering the wetness at your puffy cunt before wedging them past your opening. You let out a soft whimper as he curled his taut fingers into you, memorizing every ridge and crevice into you knowing exactly where your g-spot was. It took him no time. Years of familiarizing himself with your body, what you liked, disliked, and what really made you scream out in pure rapture. Hesh knew it at all.

"Davi--I want you--" You whimpered, seizing his fingers between the fluttering walls of your soaking pussy as you reached out to his cock that was standing tall and creaming at the tip.

He caught your lips between his, knitting his digits into your hair in a feverish kiss. His tongue gently entwined your own and you felt like he was devouring you. Sucking and nibbling at your lips as he began to align himself with your dripping cunt. "Need you." You huffed out, bucking your hips toward him.

"I know, sweetheart." His Adam's apple bobbed up and down in anticipation as he stroked his member and you felt the needy achiness building up between your sodden thighs. He tauntingly pushed his tip at your entrance, allowing you to soak around it and observe the way your lacquered lips parted once more. Brows scrunching together as you whimpered, nails digging into his ass cheeks to fill you up and he chuckled, jolting a bit at your urgency.

His hankering, earthy hues never left yours as he buried himself into you to the hilt. Broken, erotic whines stumbled out of the both of you, and Hesh lost it.

A cacophony of slurred unadulterated, half-said profanities and pet names came out in desperate gasps as he began to pound into, angling himself on the passenger seat so he was striking your sweet spot. "Shhhhit, baby." He lolled his head over his shoulder, drinking in the way you were taking him so well. Your mixed arousal, permeated the fabric of the seat beneath you as he eagerly transfixed into your throbbing, warm walls. You were so snug around him, clinging to his cock as he slammed into your pussy and voraciously kissed you, tongue swirling into your mouth as he sucked on your own, leaving you lightheaded and ready to blow.

"David!" You barely managed to sob out, but your husband was ravenous for you. He was guzzling you down, supping up every lewd noise that came out of your mouth and doused, squelching cunt. The grin that spread on his perfect lips, as his mouth hung open made you squeeze around him and another vulgarity tumbled out of the soldier.

"Oh, fuck, [name]. You're so sexy." He moaned out, wrapping his burly hand around your throat as he began to tease at your repleted clit. That garnered him a well-earned plaint and the gratifying return of your gyrating hips. He fucking loved it when your body corresponded to his in the form of your fucking him back. The neediness in your grinding was prompting his dick to twitch inside of you, the oncoming orgasm bubbling in his lower belly.

But, Hesh was a gentleman. He'd never cum before you and the times when he did, it was encouraged by you. Disciplined, level-headed, and calculated. He took pride in his work and fucking you just the way you loved, it was his ultimate objective. So when he saw the way you were pining for your orgasm, fingers seeking purchase in his perspiring locks while drool accumulating in the corners of your mouth he knew you were enjoying it. But it was the elongated wanton moans, the hold your rhythmic, juicy cunt had on him as he assaulted your g-spot while your jaw slackened that revealed that to him.

Those pretty eyes of yours drifting to the back of your skull as you reach your seventh heaven on earth with him were certainly welcoming his climax. But he swiftly reeled himself back in, because the pleasure and gratification never came from his own splooging, it came from you. You were his everything, and he'd die on that hill.

"Gonna cum...!" You mewled out, as your moans dragged out and your back arched under the palm of his hand and soon you're reaching your peak. Warmth in your belly, pocket seeds of ecstasy bursted in your belly and every nerve in your body felt electrifying as Hesh, rode through your orgasm. His own soon followed after you, feeling it reverberate through the contracting of your walls and he soon overflowed your succulent pussy, spilling over your pulsating folds. The dewiness of your enwebbed cum, bordered around his twitching member and between your plush thighs.

There was a brief silence as chests heaved, cheeks flushed and dilated pupils fixated on one another before you both erupted into a bustle of laughter. And suddenly the nervousness crept up again as Hesh perched your hair behind your ear and adoringly caressed your cheek. Your quivering eyes were bewitched by your husband as he hovered over you, exertion written over his skin in the form of perspiration that glimmered in the halcyon of the afternoon sun.

But fuck, if only you could see yourself the way you saw him. A zephyr swept through the air, sending wisps of your hair over your captivating visage and he was anchored by your beauty. His damp forehead leaned against yours and he can't stop looking at you.

"You are so goddamn beautiful, [name]." He sursurrated, adulation laced into his tone as he felt his heart swelling with adoration toward you.

A coy smile drifted onto your lips. "So are you." You murmured, cupping his stubbly cheek in your hand and his grin spread to his ears, his cheeks burned a fiery crimson before he felt a nervous chuckle rise to the surface.

"Oh yeah?" He kissed your wrist and then peered at you. Now it was your turn to be aflush and the mirth returned into the atmosphere.

"Yeah." You giggled, and he leaned down once more to seize your lips with his own in an affectionate kiss, solidifying the devotion he had for you. The redemancy that afflicted your hearts had to be one of the biggest mysteries of this world to him. He counted his lucky stars every day to have ended up with a woman like you.

He withdrew from you and a silly grin was painted on his handsome features. "So, Costco?"

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crazypsychonerdstuff · 2 months

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Excuse the extremely detailed request, but if you are ok with it, could you do a Black Hat x reader oneshot where the reader is a demon/eldritch abomination similar to Black Hat and they work for him and they both have feelings for eachother but neither of them say anything for a long time and it eventually takes reader getting injured in some way for him to confess to her?

For some background to where the idea came from, My horse pushed me over the other day into a patch of nettles and they stung my hand and arm pretty bad and I had a reaction that meant I needed to get antihistamines from the doctor because it was so bad. while I was recovering, I was struggling to do everyday tasks as the grip in my hand was affected, and I kept dropping stuff and not able to grip thinklgs like door handles properly! It got me thinking how would our favourite eldritch horror react if the person he secretly cared about was injured? Not enough to put them out of action completely, but more just an inconvenience that was affecting their day to day life?

I also remember thinking at one point "what if he kissed it better? Like, his kisses literally made it better? eldritch saliva having healing properties or something?" Idk. It popped into my head and it seemed like an interesting concept at the time!

Sorry if this is too detailed or weird! You don't have to write it if you don't want to! I just don't see many active blogs that write for Black Hat at the moment!

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Oh no! Hope you're feeling better now! Bad horse!

Sorry this is so late btw... it's been sat half finished in my drafts since before Christmas! 😱

Hope this will suffice! It's been too long since I've written anything other than headcanons!! I think the extra detail and context actually helped me write this, so thanks!

CW: mildly suggestive? If you squint? Thought I'd mention it just in case. Eldritch abomination licks your hand. So if that makes anyone uncomfortable, I guess... 🤷

Anyhow, without further ado:

CRASH!

That was the fourth time you'd dropped something today. Luckily though, it was almost time for you to retire from your cleaning duties for the night, but before you had chance to pick up the dropped items, Black Hat growled at you, his fangs showing in a vicious snarl. "What's wrong with you?! you're being even more of a klutz than usual."

You growled back, not intimidated in the least by the other eldritch creature. "I hurt my hand earlier, but what do you care?"

Black Hat huffed and rolled his eyes, his voice becoming softer than you though possible for him: "Why didn't you say something? What did you do?" he put his pen down and turned to face you fully; 'was he actually implying he was going to listen to me?' You thought in disbelief.

"I fell in some of those damned 'killer nettles' of yours when I went out to fetch something." You snarled back, fangs showing slightly in agitation, though any malice remaining in your voice no longer directed at the other Demon but at yourself for your own clumsiness.

His face dropped, the remainder of his malevolent snarl transforming to a look of pure worry, something that looked unsettlingly foreign coming from him: "You bloody idiot! Why didn't you tell me? Those things cause paralysis, you're lucky you're not human, or you'd likely be unable to move for days at the very least. You could be dead!"

You were taken aback by his clear concern, thoughts rushing through your head 'Was he alright? This wasn't like him. Was this even Black Hat sat in front of you right now?' You looked at him not quite sure what to say or do. "Sir?"

"Come here. And don't call me 'sir' when we're alone." His voice was quiet, and despite maintaining his usual air of confidence, the eldritch being refused eye contact, instead looking to the papers on his desk.

"But Si- Black Hat..." as if you were not already confused, his lack of spite really threw you off guard.

"Just come here, will you?" he held out a gloved hand to you. "I just want to check the damage it's done. I'm not going to bite you." If you didn't know better, you'd have said that a small smirk played on his lips at that last comment.

Hesitantly, you took a step toward him, reaching out your injured hand to rest it in his outstretched one. The moment your hands came into contact with each other, he gently pulled you over to where he was sat, the suddenness of the movement causing you to lose your balance and fall into his lap.

Black Hat grinned. "Not so bad, was it? Now, let me see the damage." He turned your hand over in his own, which was surprisingly warm. You'd always imagined he'd be cold for some reason...

You breathed an internal sigh of relief when his attention was no longer on your face and instead on your hand, for by now, you were certain your face had become a shade of red to rival a tomato.

"It could have been a lot worse, but luckily for you, your reactions seem similar to my own. Without treatment, it should return to normal in a few days." he looked back up at you after assessing the damage done to your hand, "but..." and he paused, bringing your injured hand up to his lips and softly kissed the stinging wound.

If you weren't blushing before, you sure as hell were now. 'Who was this man? And what had he done with my boss?' You thought, a mild panic seeping into you at the out of character display of affection.

Ok, so it was no big secret that you had a crush on the other demon, so needless to say, you quite enjoyed the affection he was practically showering you with - for him at least - but it still seemed wrong, or at least a little off; this was not like Black Hat at all.

You opened your mouth to speak, only to shut it again, unable to form words as his forked tongue slipped out to gently lick the stinging red patch covering the palm of your hand and part of your wrist, all the time maintaining eye contact. Despite the embarrassing position, you were beyond grateful for the fact that you were sitting down as you was positive that, had you been standing, your legs would have given out the moment his lips touched your skin.

"... But, with the appropriate remedy, it should be better by tomorrow morning." The eldritch creature smiled, actually smiled - not his usual malevolent, twisted grin - at you. "As you know, to lesser beings, an eldritch being such as myself's saliva is positively lethal, but to a creature of a similar nature, it has rather potent healing properties." The eldritch's arm around your waist tightened slightly, pulling you back against his firm chest.

"Black -" your voice was barely above a whisper, too stunned to say much else.

He purred quietly next to your ear in response before nuzzling into your neck affectionately. "You have no idea what you do to me, my dear."

his quiet voice, along with his breath fanning over your burning skin, sent pleasant shivers down your spine, and it took all of your willpower not to lean back and melt completely into his warm embrace. "wha-what's got into you, sir? Are y-are you feeling alright?"

"Never better, my love..." He hummed, leaning his chin on your shoulder. "I regret not telling you sooner, it's been torturing me since you came to work for me..." he paused for a moment as if considering whether to actually tell you or not. "...I love you."

those three words stunned you into complete silence. what had Demencia put in his coffee?!

"Sir... I-I'm not sure what is wrong with you, but you are not yourself... I think maybe I should get Flug." not that you didn't like the attention you were getting from your boss, just that it was not like him at all and you were by now convinced that somebody (Demencia) had somehow gotten him drunk for some terrible prank.

"Look, don't get Flug there's nothing he can do. It is true that I love you and I have ever since you came to work for me..." it was Black Hat's turn to avoid eye contact. "I know, you find it hard to believe, and so did I for a long time, but I guess flug has his uses after all, as it was his slip up that gave me the confidence to finally confess." The eldritch abomination suddenly didn't seem so terrifying to you. In fact, he seemed, dare you think, quite sweet.

You finally gave in and melted into his embrace; "I love you too, Black Hat." You brought your hand up to the side of his head and tilted your own so that your lips met his own.

#my writing #black hat #black hat x reader #villainous #villanos #x reader

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gxdsfavgal · 2 years

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Meet me at the rink

Pairing: Enzo Berkshire x fem!reader, obsessed!Theo Nott x reader

Warnings: theo being kinda scary but also a fuckboy, rushed very very rushed (it’s been in my drafts for months so pls tag me if u write one about the same tiktok linked)

Summary: Theo & Lorenzo are step brothers. Theo see’s a new girl at Hogwarts & asks her to come to his hockey game…more of a Boarding school AU

A/N: based on this tiktok I saw … I hate hate hate this, it sucks, literally I just want it out of my drafts so pls if you write something like this tag me!!

Being the new girl at Hogwarts has it’s ups and downs. The ups is my new best friend. The downs, everything else.

It was lunchtime, there I was eating and minding my business reading the paper. I was having a calm peaceful time, that was until I felt something hit my head.

I turn to look at whatever dropped on my table and I see that it was the end piece of a sausage. My eyes followed up to where it could’ve came from, then I saw his big smirk and all his friends howling, Theo Nott.

“Hey y/n, you should come to my game.” he took a bite of the left over sausage.

I leaned forward and looked at Lorenzo. “Your brother’s a dick.”

“Step. Step brother.” Enzo rubbed at his temples. “But you should actually come to one of our games for once.”

Enzo has been my best friend since I moved to this school, helping me with my schedule and other school activities. His step brother has been nothing but a pain in the ass.

“C‘mon darling, come watch me play.” Theo sent a smirk towards me which I rolled my eyes at.

Theo has always been flirty with me, on some occasions it was fun flirting back like when his friends would tease him for blushing. I just have no attraction towards Theodore Nott and his way of getting girls.

“If I go will you win? Or will I just distract you the whole time?” I teased, looking up to Enzo to see his reaction.

I couldn't tell his reaction, I never can. Enzo is the opposite of Theo, it’s a good thing that they aren’t blood related.

“Come to my game love! Maybe you can meet me in the locker room after I win!” Theo hollered from down the table which earned his high fives and pats on the back.

“He’s a sick fuck.” Enzo muttered. “I’m so sorry for him.”

He was genuine. His eyes were soft and his face expressions showed that he truly does care. He’s nothing like his step brother.

“Don't apologize for him.” I rubbed at his hand, reassuring him that I wasn't bothered by it. “Your brother can beg all he bloody wants, but I'm not going to listen.”

I stood up and made my way to my last two classes of the day. I walked down the long, stone cold halls. Students everywhere and footsteps clouded my ears.

My mind was set on heading to class a little early so I can talk about my grades, but that soon changed when I was grabbed by my wrist and pulled to a secluded area.

“Let go.” I pulled my wrist away but that only made them trap me against the wall.

“Y/n love, meet me at the rink.” It was Theo. His tall strong body trapped me and I couldn't leave.

“Are you serious Theo? I have to meet Professor Trelawny.” I groaned trying to push passed him but he didn't budge.

He sucks his teeth, looking down at me and biting his nails. “You’re so pretty.” His finger grazed my jaw, I flinch at his cold hands.

“Theo, I re-”

He takes a long exhale. “I would really like it if you came to my game tonight.” He stood up straight, I can tell he was trying his best to not lose it.

“Okay.” I whispered. It was the only way to get out of the situation.

“Really?” his eyes brightened. I felt bad but at the same time, the things he says to me are disgusting.

“Yes Theo. Now please I have to meet my professor.” he nodded with a smile and let me out of his trap.

Once I was in the clear, I took multiple deep breaths and slowed down my heart rate. I tried to pinch myself thinking that it was just a dream, it wasn't.

It was time for the hockey game. I told Enzo that I wasn't going, but I told Theo that I was. I don't know what Theo would do if I lied to him, so Im going to save myself.

I dressed warm and walked to the rink. I saw that both teams were warming up on the ice, both dressed in their jerseys and pads. I saw some of my friends and sat next to them on the bleachers, talking about who might win and who they would date on each team.

“To be honest, I’d take Theo.” one of my friends squealed as they oogled at Theo.

I scoffed at their comment.

“Okay y/n, if not Theo then who?” they asked.

“She would pick Enzo.” Pansy’s annoying voice shrieked from behind me.

“Oh shut it would you.” I snapped at her as the game began.

Everyone either thought that Theo and I were together or Enzo and I. I was always stuck between them two when it came to people talking about my relationship.

I wouldn't hate to be with Enzo. Actually, I’d love it but I don't know Enzo’s opinion on that.

It was half time now and the team captains were talking amongst the teams. I walked over the bleachers and made my way to the gate where the go onto the ice.

“Psst. Enzo!” I said loudly over the rink music.

He turned around and his eyes lightened up. He took off his helmet and spat out his mouth guard and skated towards me.

“What are you doing here?” he asked out of breath. His hair stuck to his forehead and his nostrils flared.

“I know I said I wouldn't come because of Theo, but you asked for me to come also.” I smiled up at him.

He towered over me even without his skates on.

“Y/n!” I heard a cheer from behind Enzo, and up skated Theo. “You came!”

I hummed a yes, and stayed quiet. Enzo was smiling at me, knowing that I didn't like Theo or his presence.

Theo rolled his eyes and skated back to the team where they called him over.

“So, kitchen after the game?” Enzo asked, his body basically over the gate trying to get close to me.

I took a step closer, our chests just barely touching. My neck craned up to look at him with a big smile, my cheeks getting rosy, and my stomach getting butterflies.

“Yeah, kitchen.” I agreed. “I’ll meet you?”

“Um outside of the locker room?” he pointed to the door where we should meet.

I nodded and wished him a good luck on the rest of his game. I ran back to the bleachers where my friends started asking questions.

“Well that was um... intimate.” one of them giggled.

“We’re just best friends.” I told them, trying to calm myself from all the smiling.

“Seems a little more than that, Theo looked like he was getting jealous.” they joked and laughed.

They won the game, Enzo getting the winning shot. Draco and Blaise sprayed him with water as to cheer him on. I rooting for him and chanting his name along with everyone else.

Soon after, Enzo went into the locker room with the team for a meeting and to freshen up. I stood outside of the locker room waiting and having small conversations with those I knew who passed by.

“Look at you. You really waited.” Enzo leaned against the wall with me.

“Why wouldn't I wait?” I joked. “You did really good today. Congrats!” I patted him on his chest.

He was now wearing a grey hoodie and some sweats, I can tell that he showered.

“I think you're my good luck charm.” he stepped closer, closing the space between us.

My heart was pounding in my chest.

“Am I really?” I lifted my eyebrows at him.

“Yeah” he nodded, bringing his face down to me. “I really think so.” he connected our lips, his hands on my hips.

His lips were a little chapped from the cold, but his warm breath fanned over my face.

“Y/n?” I heard Theo’s voice say.

Enzo and I pulled apart to look at him.

“You said-”

“I didn't say anything Theo.”

“You came to the game for me.” his eyebrows showed he was mad, his nose flared and his eyes were dark.

“No, you trapped me and begged. I came for Enzo.” I grabbed Enzo’s wrist and pulled him with me, heading back to the school.

We left Theo dumbfounded and mad. I was lucky enough that he didn't do any harm.

“He trapped you?” Enzo asked, his voice sounded concern.

“Well yeah, but he would never hurt me.” I looked back at him, which he nodded in agreement to.

#gxdsfavgals masterlist #lorenzo berkshire #enzo berkshire #enzo berkshire fluff #enzo berkshire angst #enzo berkshire smut #Lorenzo Berkshire fluff #Lorenzo Berkshire angst #Lorenzo Berkshire smut #Theodore nott #Theo nott #Theo nott fluff #Theo nott angst #Theo nott smut #Slytherin gang #slytherin trio #slytherin smut

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neewtmas · 5 months

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12 days of Christmas // A Lockwood & Co Advent Calendar

DAY 2

Happy 4th of december! Today I'm posting a fic, and it's a Lucy x reader one. I feel like there are wayyy too little Lucy x reader fics, and I want to do something good for everyone with a crush on Lucy hehe. I wrote the fic with a fem!reader in mind, but there is literally zero description/pronouns, so it can be read by everyone.

I hope you enjoy!

I'm so sorry it's technically a day late I forgot it in my drafts

day 1 day 3 day 4 day 5 day 6

The Letters I Never Sent

pairing: lucy carlyle x fem!reader/gn!reader

wordcount: 2.3k

summary: You are Lucy's closest friend, but move to London before the events of the Mill. You don't hear from her for a long time, until you meet her again by chance (I promise it's better than this description lol)

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advent calendar tags: @givemea-dam-break @wellgoslowly @maraschinomerry @losticaruss @oblivious-idiot @uku-lelevillain @avdiobliss @strawberryloveyyy @strawberrycowgirly @demigoddess-of-ghosts @thefriendlyneighborhoodmomfriend @boookfreeak

You tried to smooth out the piece of paper that you had carelessly stuffed into your pocket 20 minutes ago. It had a list of different supplies on it, written in the scrawly handwriting of your supervisor that the wrinkles in the paper just made even more illegible. You knew for sure that you needed new saltbombs, so why not start there? You made your way through the tall shelves, each one filled with all kinds of different ghost-fighting paraphernalia. When you turned around a corner, you finally spotted the salt bombs you were searching for. As you started loading them in the bag you brought, you saw movement in your peripheral.

A girl dressed in blue was browsing the shelves just as you did minutes prior, and you only glanced over for a second before resuming what you were doing. But as she disappeared behind the shelf it hit you like a ton of bricks. That hair, the outfit - you knew her. Forgotten were the salt bombs, and you almost dropped the bag as you rushed over to where the girl just stood. You skidded around the corner and came to an abrupt halt as you came face to face with her. She gasped and took a step back, but when she took a closer look at you, her eyes widened. "Y/N?" It was her. "Lucy!"

This time you dropped the bag of saltbombs and without thinking, moved forward to hug her. At the last moment, you hesitated, not sure if it would be even okay with her, but the next thing you knew she had enveloped you in a bone-crushing hug. You buried your face in her hair, taking in the familiar scent you had missed so much, and you stayed like that for what felt like a few seconds and an eternity all at once. When she released you and took a step back again, your knees felt a little weak.

"Y/N, how have you been?!" Her gaze fell on your grey uniform and her brows furrowed a little. "Are you working for Fittes? You never told me!" You bit the inside of your cheek. That was true, you never told her you worked at Fittes. You never told her anything, for that matter. You thought of the pile of unsent letters you had buried in the corner of your least used drawer at your small apartment. You mentioned Fittes there. But there were other reasons why you had never dared to send these letters up north to Lucy. You shrugged. "They were the only ones that would take me. It's not that easy without a grade four." Lucy smiled bitterly. "I know."

You took a closer look at her. The outfit she was wearing didn't correlate with an agency you knew. But she was wearing a rapier - and you currently were in a shop for ghost hunting supplies, for that matter - so she had to still be in business. "Are you a solo agent now?" You couldn't help your mind immediately wandering to the both of you fighting ghosts together. For her, you'd quit immediately. Lucy shook her head. "We're a pretty small agency. Lockwood & Co? We've been in the papers a few times." You rarely read the paper, but even then the name rang a bell. "How are you doing there?" "It's great. Lockwood and George are… we're like family now." You could tell she meant it from the way her eyes lit up when she talked about them, but you couldn't ignore the tight feeling in your chest. Just some time ago, she had said that about you and Norrie.

BEFORE

You walked over cobblestones that slowly turned into a dirt road, hands clutched together. You had walked that street more times than you could count, and thinking about how this might be the last time made your heart hurt. When you reached the small house of the Carlyle's, you knocked on the door, and almost immediately it flew open to reveal Lucy. She grabbed you by the arm and pulled you inside. "My mother is gone right now", she said, and you let out a breath you were holding. Mrs. Carlyle was… unpleasant, to say the least. It pained you to know that you got to leave this town and Lucy was stuck here with a mother that saw her as nothing more than someone to earn her money.

Lucy's room upstairs was warm and cosy, and the both of you made yourself comfortable on her bed. You let your gaze travel over all the photos pinned to the wall over her bed, pictures of the both of you together, with Norrie, some of you alone. Lucy turned on her side so that she was facing you. "Are you excited for London?", she asked and started tracing the pattern of your sweater on your arm. That was something she had started doing some time ago, and you were still not used to it. "Yes", you croaked out as you stared at the ceiling, desperately trying to ignore the feeling of her gentle fingers. It was quiet for a moment. You didn't dare look at her. "I'm gonna miss you, you know", Lucy finally said, voice just above a whisper. You finally turned your head to look at her. Her eyes sparkled with tears in the warm light of her bedside table lamp and you swore she had never looked prettier than in this moment. It took everything in you to not lean forward and kiss her senseless. There was no reason to ruin your friendship now. Instead, you forced yourself to turn your head back, tears now prickling in your eyes as well. "Well, I'm gonna miss you more." She scooched over, closer to you, and rested her head on your shoulder. Without a word, you wrapped your arm around her and closed your eyes, soaking in the moment.

You were still thinking about her as you watched the meadows flow past the train window. To think that for the longest time, moving to London had been your biggest dream, and now you had to try your hardest to find even a spark of excitement in you. Your dream had always involved Lucy and Norrie. The three of you were supposed to move down there together. But now your aunt died and had left you a small apartment in London and your parents had more or less just kicked you out.

The next few months you spent working for Fittes, every morning coming back to your apartment that felt empty and cold with just you in it. You were writing a lot of letters. Some to Norrie, most to Lucy, none to your parents. But you didn't send any of them. Until the day your supervisor handed you the daily newspaper with a pitiful expression and you had to read about how all your old colleagues had died in a tragic accident. Everyone, except Lucy. Your supervisor sent you home that day and told you to take some time off. You cried on the way home, and when you arrived at your apartment, you sat down at your desk and wrote a letter to Lucy. You never received an answer.

TODAY

You smiled. "That sounds great. I'd love to meet them sometime." You had to know who it was that she had replaced you with. Lucy checked her watch. "You can come join us for dinner tonight." She cleared her throat. "Just if you want to." "Yes, of course! I wouldn't miss it." Lucy smiled brightly at you. "Fantastic. I gotta go now. 35 Portland Row, at six?" She hugged you again, pressing a quick kiss to your cheek. "I'm so glad to have you back", she whispered in your ear before she stepped back, giving you a little wave and walking off. You didn't know how long you stood there, frozen in place, the feeling of her lips lingering on your skin.

At precisely six o'clock, you stood in front of 35 Portland Row. You rang the bell, and a few seconds later the door opened. In front of you stood a boy, taller than you, but about the same age. Weirdly enough, he was wearing a shirt and tie, and you briefly wondered if you were underdressed. But then Lucy appeared behind him, in the same blue outfit she was wearing earlier, and you relaxed a little. The guy smiled politely, extending his hand to you. "I'm Lockwood." You shook his hand. "Y/N." The three of you stood for a moment before Lucy opened the door wider. "Come in! Dinner is almost ready." You stepped past Lockwood into a hallway that was filled to the brim with stuff. Much of it on the wall looked like old artefacts, while the floor was littered with shoes, bags, salt bombs, and a single rapier. Lucy kicked it to the side. "George is in the middle of a deep clean", she mumbled, a little embarrassed. But you didn't mind, it was cosy. You could already start to understand why Lucy liked it here. It felt more like a home than one with Mrs. Carlyle in it ever could. Luy led you to the kitchen, where the table was already set with four plates. The guy on the stove gave you a slightly awkward smile and introduced himself as George. You sat down on the chair that Lucy offered you and your gaze fell on the table cloth that was covered all over in drawings and notes. You immediately spotted some of Lucy's sketches.

The stew George had cooked tasted fantastic. The atmosphere was nice, conversation flowed easily. You talked about how your first few weeks in London went back when you started at Fittes, and Lucy told you the story about how she ran away from home and ultimately ended up at Lockwood and Co. After dinner, Lockwood and George busied themselves with the dishes, while Lucy led you up a few staircases to a room in the attic. When you climbed the last little steps up into her room, you could immediately tell it was her she lived here. It had the same cosy atmosphere as her old room. You sat down on the edge of the bed, clasping your hands in your lap.

Your eyes travelled around the room, over to the sketches hung up on the wall next to the window. Finally, you took a look at the photographs above her bed. There were photos with Lockwood and George, of course. But there were also photos of Lucy and you, and of you alone, several of them. Lastly, your gaze fell on a photo of Lucy, Norrie and you. Your throat closed up as you looked at the bright smiles and happy faces. You'd never get that back.

"I'm so sorry about Norrie", you said quietly, not looking away from the photo. "I should have stayed." Lucy had laid down on the bed behind you. "You couldn't have done anything. I couldn't either." Her voice was full of so many emotions, anger, grief, sorrow, and regret. You clasped your hand tighter, fighting back the tears. "I sent you a letter", you said. "Afterwards." Lucy was quiet for a moment. "Do you wanna lay down?", she asked, and without thinking, you curled up next to her. That position was so natural for you, you had spent so many hours like this - and you had no idea how much you had missed it. Lucy moved so that her head was on your shoulder. "I left a few days after it happened", she said quietly. "My mother probably threw it away."

"Oh." A small part of you was relieved. You thought maybe she had thrown it away because she hated you for leaving her behind. "I thought about you a lot after you left", Lucy said and started tracing patterns on your arm. Heat rushed to your face at her words, and you tried to calm down your heartbeat that had picked up at her touch. "I thought about you too", you said with a hoarse voice. "I wrote you so many letters." Lucy turned her head up towards you. "Really?" You tried to ignore how close her face was to yours. "I sent none of them", you admitted. "Why?" You could tell from her tone that she was hurt.

"I was scared", you simply said. Lucy didn't say anything, and you could tell she was waiting for you to continue. "I wrote about…" You trailed off. Maybe this was it. Maybe this was the moment you'd confess your feelings for her, and she'd either throw you out of the house and would never want to see you again or… But no, you didn't allow yourself to get your hopes up. Instead, you slowly moved your hand over next to hers so that your fingers were touching, just to gauge her reaction. You half expected her to pull away, but instead, she interlaced her fingers with yours. "You wrote about what?" She was looking at you again, and just like that, you forgot how to speak. "I -" She moved impossibly closer. "Yes?" Your heart skipped a beat. "Can I kiss you?", you breathed out, almost inaudible. She squeezed your hand, smiling up at you before she leaned in. "I thought you'd never ask."

Thank you for reading, feedback is appreciated :)

Here is part 1 of the advent calendar

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caplanbuckybarnes · 2 years

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Know Thy Enemy Part Two

Summary: There’s always two sides to every coin

Warnings: mentions of a boxing match, swearing

A/N: this has been sitting in my drafts quite literally for two whole years from my previous blog. Tags are open if y’all are interested. Please reblog if y’all like this.

Pairing: eventual mobster!boxer king Steve rogers x “college student reporter” reader.

Series Masterlist

She nearly dropped her clipboard as she noticed the boxing champion strutting over to her. She slapped her friend’s arm in an attempt to look casual. Rolling his eyes, Scott straightened in his chair and nodded to Steve as he stood in front of the pair.

“I’m going to assume no introduction is needed on my end?” He introduced, a curl pulling at the corner of his mouth. “What paper are the pair of you writing for? I’d like to know for my own privacy."

“The Daily Tribune.” The pair said in unison causing Steve to chuckle.

“I can give you one hour of my time today. I’m a busy man.” Steve bargained, holding up a single finger to emphasize his point. “I cant promise you’ll get many answers from me, however."

“Can we go somewhere a little more...private?” Scott asked, tapping his pen on the bartop, nervously glancing around the setting around them.

Steve glanced up at Gamora before returning his gaze at the pair. “There’s an office upstairs we can use; I’d just need to grab the key from the bartender.”

Scott and y/n nodded in an exhilarated rush. Neither of them could believe their luck at how easily Steve was willing to talk to them.

Steve walked off, practically hearing the squealing in their motions as they silently cheered in excitement. “Let me get your office key?” He requested from Gamora once he stood in front of her as she polished off a glass, looking bored as ever.

Curiously, She looked over his shoulder before rolling her eyes and unclipping her keychain from her belt loop and handing it over. “Don’t lose it."

“Me? Lose? Oh, ‘Mora. You have no faith in me.” He winked and blew her a kiss before walking away, and motioning for the pair of reporters to follow him.

In a scurry, the pair grabbed their items and followed the man through a set of doors behind the counter and up the tight stairwell before walking down a short corridor and into a large office down the far end of the walkway.

The excitement radiating from the college kids nearly caused Him to chuckle as they entered the small office. “Please, take a seat.” Steve offered as he closed the door for privacy. The pair hurried to take a seat in front of the desk and readied their pen and clipboard. Steve leaned against the desk and smiled sweetly at them. “Okay, start.” He pointed at Y/N.

“Um,” she blinked at the sudden attention he’d given her. “How does it feel to win almost every match you fight in?”

With a twinkle in his eye, he let out a soft chuckle. “Like I damned well deserve it."

“Because you do.” Scott spoke up, looking like a deer caught in headlights once Steve turned his ficus onto him.

“Damn right I do.”

“Were your parents fighters as well?” She asked. “Or did you just pick it up as a hobby to pass time? What made you want to be a boxer? How did you start out in the ring? There’s very little information on your early career on the internet."

Shrugging, he thought about his answer; he knew better than to speak on his business too much. “A friend from childhood pursued me into it. After a year or so, I fell in love with the thrill, the bloodshed and the feeling of hearing bones cracking underneath my fists."

“Do you ever think of retiring or giving up the belt?” Scott asked, looking down once Steve turned his gaze to him.

“No.” He answered. “That word isn’t in my vocabulary- at least not at the moment."

“Who would you consider your toughest opponent?” She asked.

He thought for a long moment before deciding, “he called himself the God of Thunder; met him in the ring once, early on in my career."

“Wasn’t that Odinson?” Scott asked, scrunching his face in thought. “That man who retired because he became blind in one eye a few years ago?”

Steve nodded. “I almost lost the belt that year because of him."

Scott whistled in wonder while she couldn’t stop watching his movements. He was swift and agile- even the way he breathed seemed different than other people she interviewed. He seemed cocky, yet polite in all the right ways. He held himself to an important degree. Someone was off about him. She knew it.

“There’s whispers on the street that you know the mysterious man who runs this city.” She worded carefully, posing her pen above the paper. “The man nobody has seen or heard from in years."

“Nobody knows the man who runs the city, kid.” He scoffed. “He has it set like that for a reason. It would have been all over the news if his identity was discovered. He’s a clever man, if I say so myself."

She pouted as Scott wrote rapidly on his board.

“The hour is up, kids.” Steve smiled as he glanced at his watch on his left wrist for emphasis.

She pouted once more but nodded in understanding, only partially satisfied with the questions. Steve smiled at the pair as he escorted them out of the room and back to the bar, handing over the keys to Gamora with a swift kiss to her cheek. “You’re a doll.” He mumbled to her with a wink before he met with Bucky’s exasperated looks.

“Should have invited them over to join us!”

Steve chuckled before throwing down a large bill on the counter and beckoning Bucky to follow him out of the place before making his way to the car once more. “It wouldn’t have been a bad idea now. Would it?” He smirked as he pulled onto the street and made his way through the streets, shushing Bucky as he dialled Bruce Banner’s number with the Bluetooth set up in the car.

“Banner.”

“Nice match earlier, Rogers.” Bruce grunted. The pair of them heard shuffling of paper. Bruce was no doubt counting out bills.

“I’m on my way over.” Steve reported. “I would have been sooner but I got caught up in some interview for some college paper.”

“College paper?” Bruce’s surprised voice rang out.

“A couple of kids, it looked like.” Bucky reiterated. “Steve’s a fool, I told him. They said something about The Daily Tribune or whatever horse shit it had been.”

“It was something fun.” Steve shrugged as he pulled up to Bruce’s mansion. “I’ll see you inside, Banner.” He hung up the phone and stood out of the car with Bucky close on his heels.

“What if this shit gets out that you’re doing petty interviews now?” Bucky scolded. “You’re insane for that. People would pay good money to have five minutes alone with you.”

Steve laughed it off, widening his arm over Bucky’s shoulder before rubbing his hand on the dark haired man’s head. “You’re thinking too much, bubba. Have some fun and loosen up. Who knows? Maybe I’ll have a few more fans around here if that interview gets published; more fans means more money for the business.”

“You’re a fool.” Bucky grimace, pulling out of Steve’s grip as they reached Bruce’s office.

“Boys!” Bruce greeted, standing up from behind his desk and walking over to them. “What brings you here?”

“The money.” Steve answered, reaching behind him and pulling out the wad of cash he had stashed tucked under his shirt before he left the arena. “I still owe you a few hundred.”

“You have one more month.” Bruce reminded him.

“I wouldn’t dream of missing our deal.”

Bucky looked at the devilish glare Bruce held firmly on his face before turning to look at Steve. He knew Steve would never have that amount of money in such a short amount of time. Hell, Wilson couldn’t even conjure up that amount in such a timeframe. He knew Bruce was plotting. But he wouldn’t dare call out the man in such a way. Bruce was demonic like that; the man held a terrible anger and begone those who stood in his path.

The only reason Steve owed the man money in the first place was due to Steve trying to keep a low profile as he started training for boxing matches. Bruce loaned him an obnoxious amount of cash so Steve could continue to entertain in the ring. Most of Steve’s winnings went directly to Bruce. Bucky didn’t approve. But he knew Steve would never listen to him. So he just sat in the background during these exchanges. He wouldn’t get involved too much in their dance routine.

“Same time next week?” Bruce prompted as Steve and Bucky begun to leave the office.

“There’s no fights next week.” Steve answered, creasing his brows in thought as he turned at the waist up look at Bruce’s smug smirk.

“What d’you say I arrange a match with Odinson one last time?” Bruce smiled wickedly. “Old times sake, you know?”

Bucky tugged on Steve’s sleeve to get him out of there before he agreed. “Sure thing.” Steve agreed, causing Bucky to groan out loud.

Bruce nodded and grabbed his cell phone before waving them out of the office.

“Are you fucking insane?” Bucky snapped as soon as the men were safely back inside the care. “Odinson almost killed you the first time you met him. What the fuck are you doing?”

“It’s going to be the fight of the year.” Steve smiled. “I know there won’t be a damn soul in this city who would want to miss their chance to bet on it. I can handle him.”

“He’s going to kill you.” Bucky warned. “Banner is already plotting it. Or did you just happen to miss the sadistic look on his face?”

Steve shrugged. “Want lunch?”

PART THREE

#steve rogers x y/n #steve rogers x you #Steve rogers x reader #boxer Steve rogers

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wowpindrop · 6 months

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Unavoidable | Doctor!James Acaster (& others)

For: anon

Request:

Basically for this first request, gonna be a little strange but I had a dream that James Acaster was Doctor Who and his companions were Josh Widdecombe and Ed Gamble and I was the Doctors child and was wondering if you could write something including fluff based on it? But instead of me it’s the Teen!reader obviously, I’m 18 and Gender-Fluid and use all pronouns, any and all pronouns would be great in regarding the reader.

Notes:

Hi anon! I'm so srry this has taken me so long to do, but I lost the first draft so I had to redo it :[. But it's finished now! I literally love the idea sm, James as the doctor would be so hectic I cannot. I've decided to keep Ed and Josh's names the same so it isn't confusing but James is obvs referred to as the doctor. I hope it's alright. Also if you wanna be tagged in future fics that i post, dm me n ill add u to the list. Happy reading!

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@frankieray

Summary:

The doctor makes a foolish mistake leading to you getting injured on an adventure, he is quick to make sure you're alright and to assure you it won't happen again.

TW: SLIGHT BLOOD AND INJURY (BUT ITS ALL FLUFFY AT THE END)

It was unexpected when you heard the bullet go off behind you. Yes, you knew the aliens you were currently facing weren't cowards- it wasn't as if they were too scared to shoot.

It was just surprising that they shot you.

You weren't in their direct line of fire, it would've been simpler to maybe shoot Josh, or even the Doctor, but yet here you were.

The Doctor. Your doctor.

He had found you on one of his adventures, complete coincidence. It just happened that he was your biological father, not that you has any idea.

The gangly man had a very different personality to your more serious, stoic nature. You wouldn't have guessed, not by looking at you both anyway.

His, happy, bubbly nature. Constantly bouncing around the TARDIS, occasionally bumping into the control panel, and swearing under his breath, much to the enjoyment of Ed and Josh, the two men who the Doctor had decided to travel with as companions.

That's why it was so surprising that the aliens didn't shoot the Doctor, the amount of attention he was bringing to himself on the deck of the spaceship anyway.

The ringing in your ears began to subside.

You looked down.

Your raised a shaking hand to eye level, to see it coated in a dark shade of your blood.

Your breathing quickened as you realised.

Then your legs gave way.

The last thing you saw before the darkness was the Doctor swearing loudly before yelling orders at Ed and Josh, flailing his limbs frantically.

You could feel the blood slowly oozing out of your wound as your eyes began to close. The Doctor rushed to your side, kneeling. His hand finding the side of your face.

"Stay with me. Fucking hell please stay with me."

Your eyes fluttered open to bright white lights. They made you squint as you began to sit up, wincing at the pain in you side. You leant on your elbows as you looked around the infirmary of the TARDIS, somewhere you had gotten acquainted with after dangerous adventures with your father.

None had been as severe as this.

They were usually minor things: cuts, grazes that sort of thing.

Ever still, the Doctor would stress, worrying about every tiny injury you had. Long slender fingers plastering up even the slightest paper cut.

You turned to your left, to see the Doctor asleep in a chair. Messy auburn hair covering his eyes as he snored, out of place. The outfit he wore was dirty with dust and grime.

He was snoring lightly, his mop of hair shaking slightly with each inhale. Just another one of his many quirks.

You attempted to stand, throwing your legs over the side of the hospital-esc bed. As you did the Doctor stirred, waking.

He saw you trying to get up and started to panic a bit.

"No, you have to lie down, you took a heavy blow out there man."

You huffed and lay back down, looking up to see his blue eyes laced with concern and worry.

"Dad I'm fine. Its only minor."

"Minor? You were bleeding out, you were lucky you didn't end up with any more damage that was already done."

You rolled your eyes in defeat as the Doctor began to check the gauze that covered the wound.

"I don't know what I would've done if you didn't make it back kid." He said after a while, slender fingers pulling back down your shirt, which now had a fairly large red rimmed hole in it.

"Well I'm fine aren't I." You responded with a slight smile.

"It should've been me, I wasn't paying attention, I put you in danger I'm so sorry-" he began to reel off apologies until you grabbed his hand to make him look at you.

"Dad! I'm ok. It wasn't your fault. None of us could've guessed that would've happened. Don't blame yourself."

A little while later, Ed and Josh entered, worry plastered on their faces. They were relieved to see you awake.

"Bloody hell y/n." Ed chuckled darkly "you got pretty banged up."

"Yeah well, I'm good as new now." You responded, chuckling.

"And im so glad you are." The Doctor whispered, squeezing your hand.

#james acaster #britcom #ed gamble #taskmaster #off menu #british comedians #british comedy #josh widdicombe #doctor!james acaster x reader #james acaster x reader #companion!ed gamble #companion!josh widdicombe #quinn's fics

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simp4konig · 9 months

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Angst oneshot idea

Just for funsies /nf

König accidentally shoots y/n on the battlefield out of anxiety because they were trapped in enemy lines

As said /nf

- No.1 / Azzy

Edit on same day: fuck me this idea is filling me with so much RAW EMOTION and I feel so INSPIREDwhen I literally should be finishing my lunch fic first and foremost 😭😭my pgone is charging but I'm improvising onv literal pen and paper I kid u not I filled 6 pages wirh drafted paragraphs and there is SO MUCH angst!!💀💀

As soon as I lave beast mode and stop seeing red mI will need to go back to that ojter one 😭😭FUCK me man I've not even fjnished 10% of it yet 💥💥💥🫠🔫

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HOLY EHIT THWT IS SO GOOD 😭😭 AND THEN KÖNIG IS DOWN TRYING DESPERATLY TO PATCH THEM UP AND HYPERBENTILATING

König's heart stopped.

Realising his mistake immediately, he almost vomited his own stomach out at seeing you fall lifelessly on the ground, eyes wide and body dropping from the impact.

Breathing rapid and strained, he rushed towards you, gently wrapping his arms around your body, growing weaker by the minute, and headed straight for the first sign of cover he could see. Behind unstable and temporary refuge, König was at a loss at what to do.

"—S-schatz, please please please—" König was shaking violently, his body jittering. Hesistant hands hovered over your wound, conflicted, as blood was staining your uniform, wrenching König's heart, his mind repeating you did this. You did this. You did this.

You needed urgent aid, and you needed it right now, yet he didn't deserve to touch you, his hands clenched into fists as he didn't want to break you further, treating you like fragile glass.

He was the one that did this to you. His liebling, the radiant sun whose smile always lit up the room, made his day. The sweetheart that always brought him food, asked about his day in civilian settings, and shouted over the thundering roar of bullets that you'd cover him, giving him the chance to change position and allow you to advance on the battlefield.

King and König, so in sync, such a dynamic duo to other operators and a relationship he cherished, the only thing in his life worth fighting for and keep living.

He did this to you.

He was the monster in your closet, the shadow that you had desperately attempted to avoid throughout all of your deployments, the threat that you were told to eliminate on each mission. The enemy.

The enemy that had mistakenly shot you.

"Es tut mir so leid, I'm so sorry—" König's mind couldn't function properly. Speaking in broken English and German. He couldn't gather his thoughts, couldn't think.

"I'm so so so sorry. Please don't die, bitte vergib mir, forgive me, forgive me schatz. Forgive me."

Bullets whizzed past you both relentlessly, both of you still caught in crossfire. You couldn't hear what König was saying to you, couldn't feel anything as you slowly lost consciousness.

A calloused hand tapped your face in desperation.

"—Nein, nein, King! Stay awake! I'm calling for the re-enforcements now! Please, don't die on me— I'm so sorry..."

IM STEAKIJG THAT IDEA THANK YOU VERY MUCJ ✊🤠 THAT IS SO GOOD OMGGGG

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kitsunesakii · 2 years

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Overgrown Intrigue

"This is ridiculous" I mumbled under my breath as I took another right down another corridor that looked exactly the same as the one before that... Aaaand the one before that.

I held my backpack close to my body, trying to make as little noise as possible as I ran through corridor after corridor, sweat dripped down my neck. Hugging my skin as my nerves hugged my thoughts. This was not how this was supposed to play out.

Of course they send the Cryptid, that way if they die it won't matter as much as if a human life was lost trying to break into the supervillain's lair and resteal the previously stolen government papers. This was not how this was supposed to play out.

They failed to mention that it was a mansion. A big one. Like, Rose Red big. Of course I got lost.

I turned another corner and -

WACK

In seconds I was on the ground, vertigo rushing through me as I grabbed my head. Cursing under my breath I look up to note that the ceiling bowed down into an arch. A little feature made probably for aesthetics. Which wouldn't be a problem if I didn't have long sleek antlers that popped out of my head.

I steadied myself, standing up and grabbing the bag. Wait, what? I turned my head in a slow 360. It was gone?

This was not how this was supposed to play out. Where the bloody was it? This would be so much simpler if I was outside. How I wished to be outside, But instead of tending to my garden or playing with my cat I was here. Drafted as a stupid hero for a stupid mission that was gonna get me killed!

A sound stopped me in my tracks. I turned around, facing the still empty corridor when I head it again. A small step.

"I don't believe that this belongs to you" the sound seemingly came out of nowhere.

Panic set my fight or flight in motion and immediately mushrooms started covering my arms, seeping through with moss and mud like goosebumps. Not that it was visible since I was wearing my handmade Poncho. This was probably a good thing. "Not showing fear in the face of your enemy" and all that.

"In fact" I whirled around, backing up, as I faced the now very visible person in front of me. Great. Just great.

This was not how this was supposed to play out. I tried to calm down, oh God how I wanted to be outside. I run faster outside. I'm stronger outside. There's literally no foliage anywhere in this bloody building!

"I was just leaving" I spoke through gasps, still worn from running.

His smile widened, "you seem out of your element"

That was an understatement. Although compared to me he seemed quite relaxed. If anything, he was excited. That didn't make me feel any better.

"Like I said, just leaving" I tried to match his smile, this was normally exactly what I was good at. I was able to mimic the air of confidence mixed with calamity. Since most people were afraid or unnerved by me it usually worked.

My eyes landed on the bag. What would happen if I left and didn't bring the bag? Am I even gonna leave here?

"That's my bag" my voice felt tiny compared to the vast assuredness of his demeanor.

"Is it?" He chuckled, turning it over to look at it more clearly. He's laughing?? I bloody stole from this lunatic and his reaction is to laugh?

I swallowed, as damp as I was from the mud and moss growing chaoticly along my arms and poking up around my neck, my throat was dry.

"Yes?" Damned the bloody draft and all the government.

To my horror he unzipped said bag and slipped his hand inside, seemingly gripping something he met my eyes with a wry smile, pulling out a case file.

I took a small step back.

He rezipped the back pack, the sound now louder than anything, the only thing rivaling it is the sound of my breathing.

"Hmmm, you don't seem like the type to carry government files"

"They aren't yours." I croaked, stalling. I took another step back. He eye'd me in amusement. But he didn't move.

"You seem more the plant type"

A nervous laugh ricocheted off the halls. I stared at him. He had perfect eye contact with me. Which wasn't exactly normal since people took more interest in my antlers than anything else.

"I happen to have a very nice green room, would you care to see it?"

I blinked at him, brain fighting to register the words and tones he just used. No was probably the correct answer. No was the logical I-just-met-you-and-you-might-kill-me answer. But then again, what choice did I have? If I risked running now I wouldn't get far. But if I was close to botany I would have the advantage. Or I could die. This was SO not how this was supposed to play out.

"Ok"

"Great! Here you are" he stepped forward and handed me my now empty bag, walking cheerfully in front of me.

"You must be new!" He said after a moment of silence, at this point I finally got my breathing regulated, "normally the heros that come know their way around, which you kinda seemed to know, if it means anything, you were headed in the right direction!"

"I'm not a hero..." I mumbled just loud enough for him to hear.

His face morphed into a frown and he turned again to face me, his eyes meeting mine.

"No? Then how did you find out about the file? Did someone else send you?"

"No, the agency sent me... Just..." Normally laws and regulations kept the government from drafting people into the agency, but since I'm a Cryptid, only half human, those laws don't protect me. I wasn't ashamed of what I was, well a little, but not enough for it to have a hold on every day decisions. That being said I wasn't used to being talked to like this, the eye contact, he barley once glanced at my antlers. Even though he might kill me. It was nice to not be regarded as creepy or weird.

I realized he was expecting an answer.

"Oh... I was drafted." It felt stupid to say out loud. As if I confirmed what I already knew to be true.

But his face didn't show disgust or anger, if anything he almost seemed remorseful, how people get when they realise they've asked an inappropriate question. "Oh," he said flatly, falling silent.

We walked down the hallway until we were face first in front of a brick wall. With a quick swipe of his hand the seemingly flat wall shifted until it was an entrance. Immediately I could feel the plants, earth.

We walked further and found ourselves in a room covered in plants. The roof was glass and a sprinkler system kept the moss on the floor and walls alive. It was beautiful. Shelves filled with different foliage covered the walls, and lower in corners were dirt pots overflowing with fungus.

The mushroom and moss covering my own body shifted into smaller denser patches sprinkled across the area of my arms instead of coating all skin. I almost forgot I wasn't alone.

I glanced over at him but to my surprise he wasn't paying me any mind, instead tending to a path of peonies in a rooted ceramic pot.

"Your green room is beautiful" I blurted. It was almost like being in a forest, I felt more confident and assured. I could get out of any situation when I felt like this. Strong. Full.

Our eyes met and his smile bloomed. "I'm so glad you like it, it's my pride and joy"

I hummed in agreement, squeezing lightly on my backpack. Even if he let me leave I didn't know what would happen if I didn't return with what they needed...

"Can" I paused, watching as his eyes flicked back on me, his full attention causing me to hesitate. I already broke into his place. I didn't want to over step my already stretched thin welcome. "Can I have the papers please?"

I hated how desperate I felt, but the threat of what could happen loomed high above me. They had threatened to take my house, my garden, all for some stupid file that someone could have gotten a lot easier than me.

There was a long pause, he stared into my eyes, his gaze showing a million silent thoughts.

"On one condition," he smirked, holding the papers out to me, "it's not often I find someone that loves botany as much as I do, and from what I can tell your interest surpass mine, so, would you like to come have tea in my greenroom sometime? We could admire the wonders together."

"Is that a deal?" I questioned, it sounded like an offer, a brilliant, wonderful, don't-have-to-ask-me-twice kind of thing. But it also felt weird, fake, wrong.

"From your tone you almost seem suspicious"

"I break in, steal government files that I assume are important, and after getting possession of twice-fold stolen papers, you just give them back?" I stare at him, all the events of today unfolding and unraveling like ribbons. "Then, you take me, a forest Cryptid, and take me to the one place I draw strength from, then make a deal that doesn't benefit you at all?"

In hindsight, it probably wasn't smart to tell him some of that information, but strength made you do crazy things. And I wasn't having any of this. This was not how this was supposed to play out.

Now that we were fully face to face and death seemed like an afterthought I could see his completion. The length of his legs built into a torso with broad shoulders and long arms that were currently wrapped behind his back. His jawline was strong and brought up to a single dimple on his left cheek. His eyes were crimson and his hair was a shaggy brown that had long since grown itself out.

"Maybe I just want to make things interesting."

That wasn't an answer, which had me mildly worried, but I held my features in stone, staring at him in disbelief.

"Maybe, " he said, taking a small step closer, "I knew the government would send someone. Maybe, since it's less of a hassle, I knew I needed to do something that would make them think I didn't have it. let's say, making a copy."

Oh. Oh. That would explain the not killing. It didn't explain the niceness.

"All this over some government papers?"

He chuckled, his grin widened with sparkly teeth. "I'm guessing you didn't happen to open the file and read it?"

"No"

He nodded, his eyes sparkling, "and for the tea, that's just me wanting company."

"Really?" I squinted, searching for answers in his smile.

"Is it a deal? "

I still hesitated, even as I put it in my bag, maybe it was the enticement of tea, the chaoticness that seeped off of him like sap from a tree. Or maybe it was simply the eye contact, something I longed for, but I took it. Walking out the front door instead of a window.

This was not how this was supposed to play out.

#writing #heroxvillain #mushrooms #plants #cryptids #not a prompt

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thrilloffirstlove · 2 years

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C.o.p.s writing be apon ye

The good thing about overstepping when you walk is that you can hear more of conversations that you want to join.

This was of course, a made up sentence thought up by Mel, who had not yet been noticed by the Computer Obsolescence Prevention Society. This was a plus, since the various noise was nice distraction.

Although, as soon as that was established Mel wondered if the noise was normal. As far as it could tell- Curt and Chippy might be overheating. Which was bad for well, everything sentient ever.

"Hi hi hi hi guys. Are you ok? What were you all talking about?"

"SPACE."

Mel's head tilted in a exaggerated manner. "Hm? Like- Like just the concept of space in general? Or any specific part??"

"We Are Brainstorming Our Next Project."

"Your player character is transported to a distant realm of alien technology, where the Zolarian race(descendants of what one could call house cats) need your help to ensure their survival."

"DESTROY COUNT DOGULUS!"

Chippy also chimed in, not that Mel was able to decipher what he was saying. Though this all sounded very melodramatic.

"That Is As Far As We Have Gotten. Any Feedback Is Welcome."

"Well. That does sound like a lot." Mel stared towards Bluster Blaster, who was the only one here who was taller than it. "But, I'm not sure why we need to fight them. Maybe that's just like, like me being a softie but I can't think of reasons for these guys to be dicks to each other."

"It's quite literally a cats vs dogs situation!"

"But that's just in the movies! I've known more cats and dogs coexisting peacefully than not."

"So You Are Suggesting You Save The Zolarians With What?"

"Love from the heart, of course." Mel made sure to say it in a weird tone, because saying it like that would be funny. "No but seriously, maybe it can be a talking game?"

"THE LASERS WOULD LOOK LIKE WORDS!"

"Maybe that would be cool. Even if it was just gibberish stuff!"

There was a rather sudden whirring sound after Mel said that.

"Processing- Huh. T-That Will Suffice For Gameplay."

Mel was tempted to ask Curt what that was about, how he had managed to stutter and if he was feeling ok and to please for the love of whatever's holy tell it if it was asking something they couldn't do. But then Bob started talking, suddenly and a little fast.

"Quick survey: What is a nice, plain, TEMPORARY name to attach to our intrepid protagonist- aka the average player-?"

Mel made noises in order to signal that it was thinking, and to please wait a moment.

"Well- If it helps my legal name is Melvin- if you wanna put that in."

Chippy made a noise of absolute disgust upon hearing those words come out of Mel's mouth.

"What's good about that is there are a ton of variations you can use. Mervin, Malvin, Marvin, Martin... Not Mertin though. That would be too weird for people I think."

"That'll be just fine!" The rushed tone was mostly gone by that point. "Thank you for taking the time to speak with us. Your input is greatly appreciated."

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"You Are Looking At 2 Pages And 500 Words That Detail The Backstory For Our New Project."

As per what usually happens, Sam and Max were in the wrong place at the right time. Now having exclusive access to the first draft of whatever this project was. The c.o.p.s were very excited to share what they guessed was top notch writing. The others....

"So? What do you think?"

"I'm starting to think that Mel's constant presence is... affecting your guys output."

"Seriously, what were you ON?" Max grabbed a page at random. " 'The hive of machines CB-843 was powered by began to overheat as Melvin began to individually pick each one of them up.' Erm, how do you say- YUCK!"

"Did they actually write that?" Sam had a death grip on the papers now. He was reading from the beginning, which was actually an ok, if gaudy sci-fi. Then one of the feline aliens introduced 'Melvin' to the AI it was supposed to handle. Now there was all this strange talk of games devolving into the protagonist just complimenting the machine.

"It Is Only A Draft."

"We spent a long time trying to make this as best as we possibly can!"

"How long would that ?"

"Two Weeks, Twenty Two Days And Thirty Three Hours."

Sam let go of the papers. They flopped down onto the table.

"You have got to be kidding me."

Max was shaking his head back and forth slowly.

"I don't know what to think anymore."

"Me neither."

"WE GOT IT'S PERMISSION!"

"Like we care about that!" Max was harsh- he was like that all the time, not that any of them were less upset that they're getting criticized like this.

"Not that it's badly written- It's just..."

"Go on, Sam."

"Wouldn't you want it to be romancing the Zolarians?"

"Where Did You Get That Idea From?" It was like the c.o.p.s were insisting that this was perfectly fine and that there were no implications with them writing about Mel and a computer falling in love. Probably because they were.

"Sam, am I having a anyuerism?"

"Maybe. You sure nothing was meant by having Mel call the delapidated machine 'neat' and 'cool' and say that “You're doing your best, CB”?"

"Just tell us what you thought about the writing, please!"

"It was ok. You guys seem a lot more dense now."

"Burn this."

"OK WE GET IT, STOP TAUNTING US!"

Sam and Max did leave, but without returning the draft. Which the c.o.p.s needed, because it was the only printed copy.

"First Draft Has A 36% Approval Rate So Far."

"THOSE GUYS ARE JUST LOSERS."

"Not to be a downer but maybe the average consumer finds it hard to relate to CB- I meant Melvin. As unbelievable as that may seem."

"Oh Please. It'll Only Be A Few Edits To Ensure Clarity. Though..."

Curt tried not to think too hard about Mel, how it was oh so very nice to him and his friends and how warm it's body was and how it would sometimes carry & swing him around- Less he start to overheat and break something in him(putting the last time to shame). He really did try his best.

"Perhaps Multiple Versions Aren't A Bad Idea."

#apologies for it turning into sam and max bullying people in the second half #im just amazed i saw this through at all #ok to rb #ppacman fever @//﹏//@ (c.o.p.s. snm)#self ship #for the low low price of 0 dollars i will try and write the thing the c.o.p.s wrote

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emberlynnrayne · 10 months

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Weddings, Family, and Bullshit

What is it about weddings that make people so crazy? My sister’s wedding was this past weekend, August 8th, and good god, it couldn’t be over soon enough. There are so many threads of B.S. that tie into the knot of that day, I don’t know where to start. Oh! How about that it only happened because I got engaged? No, really. She had been saying for ages before it that they were “married in the eyes of God, and anything more is a paper of man” (Obviously my sister is more than religious enough to make up for my lack of it.) She said they were going to save up for a nice wedding and they were in no rush. She said these things over and over, as recently as days before my engagement was announced. Not only that, my sister has always been very “I’m the oldest, I should be first!” To an incredibly irritating and delusional degree. So just a week after I was engaged, she announced her plan to have her wedding. God. Dammit. Because of this, our weddings were made to be a competition. With little over a year and a half for me to plan mine, and barely 6 months for hers, the family decided that her wedding was going to be a wreck and mine would be gorgeous. No pressure, right? But she just kept screwing herself over! She bought a 4 foot metal swimming pool, and literally HOURS later posted to facebook complaining about trying to afford her wedding. I wanted to be happy for my sister, but for a thousand reasons, I just couldn’t. She kept shooting herself in the foot only to butch and moan like it was someone else’s fault, the family kept comparing all our decisions, and she was such a smug, childish cunt I just wanted it to be over. Some maid of honor I am, huh? But I was only her maid of honor because she moved to a nasty little chicken farm town in GA, alienated her friends, and made a number of bad decisions that keep her broke and housebound. She had no one else and it was her own fault. Oh, and she was planning to milk me for every penny she could. Unfortunately for her, my stable job and working fiance pay our bills, and we do put our bills and responsibilities first, so there really wasn’t anything left for her. You know her church offered her a choice between a wedding shower and free catering for her wedding? Guess which she chose. Then she tried getting our father to do all the cooking and serving. I sound like a terrible person and sister, but I’m still mad. I held all this in, kept a smile on my face, and stayed supportive for her. I did everything I could do for her because in spite of all the crap, I love her and this was her big day. With her date literally 2 month in the year before my chosen date, October 8th, which I had announced before her, as well. All that aside, I sucked it up, put a smile on my face, made the trip to the most disgusting town in GA, and did my best to make sure she had a great day. And it turned out alright. I wouldn’t have chosen blue and orange for my colors, but Rosanna and I have always been incredible opposites.

Family. Oh, tumblr, will you ever hear the end of my family troubles? DRAFT END

Here’s my thoughts, several years later. Rosanna is stuck in a holier than thou, victim mentality. I was so angry when I wrote the above post, because I was tired of the competition. It didnt stop after this, either. Years later, long after I went no contact with her, she scheduled her baby shower to be on my daughters birthday. She knew from family that that day was my daughters birthday, but she didnt care. Rosanna was the favorite. The golden child that got what she wanted. We were raised in constant competition with each other. She was the normal child that my parents could understand and support. I was the troubled child that liked weird things and they didnt understand. Thats a whole thing to write another day.

Ive been no contact with my sister for years, and I dont regret it. She’s not a good person, she doesnt make healthy, responsible decisions, and she uses her christian god as a weapon and validation for her toxicity. “You dont need antidepressants, you need god.” was probably the final straw for me. Shes homophobic, ignorant, and so very self absorbed. She doesnt care that she hurts people. Im past being sad about the disconnect. I dont know what else to write, so Im going to end this here.

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teamconductors · 2 years

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Pokemon Mystery Dungeon: Lost Tracks of Time, Chapter 10

Summary: A couple days after Team Conductors recruit Eelektross, things go from bad to worse.

Author’s Note: Some behind the scenes info: this chapter and Chapter 11 were originally one chapter, but after I wrote the rough draft and was editing, I got an idea for the Distorted Floor scene that made me split this chapter. I think it was worth it!

Thank you as always to @furiouskettle for the Ingo and Emmet design of them as Sneasels for a PMD AU!

(Shippers DNI)

Two days passed since Eelektross joined Team Conductors. Ingo and Emmet opted to spend some time at the guild to talk with Eelektross, but Sneasler still came and thus paired with Team Garden, led by Gardenia the Roserade. She didn’t want to admit it but compared to working with the twins and their weird boss partners, Team Garden bored her. Hopefully Team Conductors would be willing to go on some dungeon missions.

“The guest is Lady Sneasler! It’s Lady Sneasler! Thank the almighty!” Lian said over the rebuilt megaphone. The entry to the guild opened before her.

Sneasler walked through the guild halls like normal but noted that the looks she got from the other members were… different. The glances bore resemblance to before she made regular visits to the guild.

She headed to the guild’s infirmary and knocked. “Yo, Gaeric, right? You there?”

The door to the infirmary cracked open. A rush of frigid air blew through the door in Sneasler’s face. “Morning, Lady Sneasler. You look as strong as ever…” Gaeric said from inside the infirmary.

“Uh, you sound glum. Did something happen? Did Uxie get worse?” Sneasler asked.

“No, Uxie is still resting, but there’s something else making me sweat.” Gaeric opened the door enough to let Sneasler poke her head in. In a bed next to Uxie was a pokemon who looked similar, but instead of yellow dome on their head, they had a pink head with long hair-like parts. Their gems were cracked like Uxie’s as well.

“That’s Mespirit, right?” Sneasler asked.

“You got it,” Gaeric said. “And the Diamond Guild has Azelf in the same state.”

“…Crud” was all Sneasler could say.

***

Sneasler knocked on Irida’s office door. “Yo, it’s me. You wanted to see me?”

Chatot opened the door. Irida’s office was normally kept tidy thanks to Chatot’s regular cleaning. This time, papers were scattered, there were dirty plates from midnight snacks, and Chatot barely looked like he got sleep. Irida gave a quick nod to Chatot, who then sat on a chair at the side of the room and relaxed a little.

“Lady Sneasler, we’re so glad to see you.” Irida’s hair was tangled and stood up on ends.

“What happened? You look like you’ve been running on black tea for the past 3 days,” Sneasler asked.

“Astute observation, Lady Sneasler,” Chatot said with some embarrassment and a yawn.

“Regarding the Lake Trio… we got word from Adaman. His guild was able to find Azelf at Lake Valor,” Irida said.

“Yep, Azelf and Mespirit were knocked out and wounded. I already heard from Gaeric,” Sneasler said.

“Well, that makes things simpler…” Irida rubbed her eyes. “…Lady Sneasler, to your knowledge, have you ever seen something like this?”

“What, the lake guardians being attacked and stuff?” Sneasler asked. When Irida nodded, she continued. “Uh… No, I don’t think I’ve seen something like that. Then again, I’m not the person to ask about that. Why don’t you ask Kleavor or Ursaluna or literally any other Noble? I’m… I’m still… you know.” The exact words caught in her throat.

“Well, about that…” Irida sighed, not in exasperation but as a moment to calm herself. “For the past three days, Lord Arcanine had not shown up nor responded to our messages. For the past two days, we lost contact with Lord Avalugg and Lady Ursaluna. And Lord Kleavor has not arrived here yesterday or today. And Adaman… None of his Nobles had shown up since yesterday. …Lady Sneasler, you’re the only Noble who is still in contact with any of us.”

Sneasler’s heart beat harder in her chest. “…Seriously??”

“I wish I was kidding. I really, really wish I was. We can’t even check on any of them at their Seats because you need to go through a mystery dungeon to get to any of them! These Distorted Floors are ruining…!” Irida placed her head on her desk.

“Like… okay. I see the problem, I guess. Well, I’m here now. What do you want me to do?”

“I don’t know… We can’t complete any rescues like this. Lady Sneasler, I implore you, please try and figure out what happened to the others! Try and find the Nobles, any of them!”

“No need to ask me twice. Just let me do something first.”

***

At Team Conductor’s main tent, their newest member Eelektross surrounded the tent with his body in a coil shape. His body looped around it three times, and he barely fit his head and arms into the tent itself. In his claws, he held the strange bracelet Ingo presented to him, managing his strength to not crush the little piece of metal and plastic.

“…Sorry, this doesn’t look familiar,” Eelektross said. “But it does look like a watch.”

“A watch? I don’t think I’ve ever seen a watch with a face like that,” Ingo said.

“How do you know? Aren’t you lot the ones with memory issues…?” Eelektross raised a brow to Ingo. “Uh… actually, this might be a digital watch. Maybe the cracked screen doesn’t matter… Maybe it only needs power.”

“Power?” Emmet asked.

“Yeah, electricity. Hold on…” Static flowed around Eelektross’ body then focused into his hand and into the watch. The black screen lit white at first, but the white turned into flashing bars of magenta, yellow, and cyan. Everyone heard fizzling noises from the watch. Eelektross stopped producing electricity, but it was too late. The watch was smoking.

Emmet Ice Beamed the watch and Eelektross’ hand. The resulting steam piled in the room, barely able to leave from the tent’s entrance that Eelektross was poking his head through. “Don’t set the tent on fire again,” Emmet said.

“…Again? What do you mean again?!” Eelektross asked.

“What the hell?” Sneasler asked from outside and watched the steam escape from the tent. “What are you doing??”

“Good day, Lady Sneasler!” Ingo said from inside.

Eelektross took this as the cue to uncoil his body and allow the twins and Chandelure to exit the tent. “Sorry about the watch…” he said as he returned the item to Ingo. “I think it’s still good. It may just need some parts replaced…”

“I appreciate the effort, Eelektross,” Ingo said. He put the item back on his right wrist. “Lady Sneasler, we were just discussing things while we awaited your arrival. We are ready to depart for today’s missions at Solaceon Ruins!”

“Yeah, sorry for screwing up your schedule, but I need to go through the Coronet Mountain dungeon. Today,” Sneasler said.

“May I ask for the reason for this?” Ingo asked.

“I’ve heard some weird things going on with the other Nobles, so I wanna check on Electrode. I wanna check on her… just in case,” Sneasler said. “If I had to guess, she’d be at her Seat, and I need to go through the dungeon to get there.”

“Through Coronet Mountain?!” Eelektross asked.

“You sound scared,” Emmet said to Eelektross.

“Uh, yeah, it’s Mt. Coronet… The Pearl Guild is right next to the mountain, have you never been inside?” Eelektross asked.

“I’m afraid not, Eelektross. Every time we’ve attempted to set a destination to Coronet Mountain, Guildmaster Irida stopped us. She won’t let us make a route through that dungeon until our team is at Pearl Rank,” Ingo said.

“Well, Irida’s got a point,” Sneasler said. “It ain’t exactly the easiest dungeon to cross, even for someone like me. Hell, I still haven’t been to the top – then again, neither has anyone else I’ve known… The point is, I’m gonna check on Electrode and make sure she’s okay, so you need to stay here, got it?”

“If you are travelling through a dangerous dungeon, then allow us to accompany you, Lady Sneasler!” Ingo pointed to Sneasler and the ground.

“No! You just said it’s a dangerous dungeon, so what about that makes you want to go in anyway?!”

“If you didn’t want us coming, why tell us about it?” Emmet asked.

“Because… Because… AAAARGH!” Sneasler put her head in her hands. “Listen, weirdos! I’m going to Coronet Mountain, and all of you are staying here.”

“Please allow us to go with you, Lady Sneasler. You need not to worry about our safety, especially with Chandelure, Eelektross, and you going with us! When I wanted to set destination to Cobalt Volcano, a dungeon occupied with pokemon twice my strength, you joined me and ensured my safety to meet Emmet. Now our team is better equipped for a journey like this. You don’t need to worry about us. Please let us assist you!” Ingo said.

“NOI” Sneasler’s shout echoed around the guild.

Ingo stared at Sneasler. Emmet gave her a look of concern, though his smile remained on his face. Chandelure looked like they wanted to cry. Eelektross just wasn’t sure what to do and just slinked into the background.

Sneasler’s chest hurt. “…Something weird is happening here. I… don’t want you guys to get hurt. If anything happened to you, I couldn’t forgive myself. So just for once in your life, listen to me and stay here. Please.”

“…Lady Sneasler, you lambasted us for charging to the Bonechill Wastes without a backup plan. How is this different?” Ingo asked.

“Because I actually know what I am doing. I’m a freaking Noble. If I can’t explore a dungeon on my own, then I don’t deserve to be one.” Sneasler turned around and walked towards the Guild’s exit. “Please stay safe.”

“…Have a safe journey as well, Lady Sneasler.” Ingo’s frown deepened as the team watched Sneasler leave.

***

The morning turned into the afternoon. Ingo and Emmet, defeated by Sneasler’s insistence on an independent journey, could only spend the rest of the day at the guild. The guild had a training ground for testing move and team combinations. Emmet and Eelektross took to the snow-dusted field, striking wooden targets to test their teamwork. Ingo and Chandelure sat at the sidelines. The half-asleep Ingo rested his head on Chandelure’s. He normally loved watching Emmet train and hated napping, but he couldn’t put his heart into watching the battling. That, and Chandelure’s warmth lulled him to the edge of sleep.

At the front of the Pearl Guild, Team Stardust took over for Lian’s sentry duty shift. Nidorino and Musharna took their place to open the gate while Lucian sat in silence at the lookout post, aka his ideal meditation location. His meditations were only interrupted upon sensing the arrival of a pokemon wishing to enter the guild.

So Lucian was the first pokemon to realize the impending chaos that was about to happen.

“We have a guest, and the guest is Pelliper? The guest is Pelliper from the Pelliper Post Office.” Lucian said into the megaphone. The megaphone was still active and barely picked up the sentence he directed to the rest of his team on gate duty. “Why would Pelliper be here?”

Naturally, Lucian’s team opened the gate, allowing the Pelliper inside. Pelliper wore a single blue scarf with a winged envelope icon, a uniform for pokemon working for the Post Office.

Irida and Chatot walked through the halls to meet with the guest. “Good afternoon, Sir Pelliper. What a rare visit,” Chatot said, trying to keep up his normal demeanor.

“Aye, g’afternoon. I don’t often personally deliver rescue jobs, but ya might want this one right away.” Pelliper spat out a (somehow completely dry) letter identical to all other rescue request letters.

Chatot opened the letter and automatically showed it to Irida, not reading the contents.

Irida read the letter for a moment, then she gasped loudly. She bit down on the letter, yoinked it out of Chatot’s grasp, and ran through the guild. Chatot followed after the racing Glaceon as fast as he could.

“TEAM CONDUCTORS!” Irida’s voice ripped through the guild’s building and travelled outside. Ingo and Chandelure jumped up, sharply awoken from their shared nap. Emmet was mid-Ice Beam and Eelektross mid-Thunderbolt when they turned around, accidentally striking a corner of the guild’s main building and covering it in staticky ice.

Irida ran out of the guild toward Ingo and Emmet. Ingo and Chandelure ran to Emmet since he was a midway point between them and Irida. When everyone caught up to each other, Irida opened her mouth and dropped the letter, which Emmet flailed to catch before it touched the ground.

“It’s for you,” Irida said.

Emmet held up the letter so that Ingo could read it. Chandelure and Eelektross hovered over both Sneasels, blocking some sunlight from their reading.

“I hate this. I hate that this damn letter appeared in front of me. Yeah, it’s me, Sneasler. I was going through Coronet Mountain’s dungeon when I quickly ran into a Distorted Floor. No big deal there. I even found the light beam exit! But get this: I can’t get to it. I’m dead serious, it is literally impossible for me to get to the exit!

“Ingo, Emmet, I know you’re the ones who will get this. I’m on floor 6. Even you guys should be able to get here. And bring your two weird scary dungeon boss friends. Damn me.”

“So this is what she felt when we went to the Bonechill Wastes,” Emmet said.

“Emmet, are you ready to depart for our journey?” Ingo asked.

“Always. Follow the rules and drive safely!” Emmet said.

“ALL ABOARD!” Ingo and Emmet ran ahead, their arms held straight out behind them and their coattails flapping in the wind. Chandelure and Eelektross floated behind them.

“Wait, what’s a Distorted Floor…?” Eelektross meekly asked as he tried to catch up to the Sneasels.

***

Sneasler resigned herself to the fate she put herself in. She never had nightmares of her falling, but she likely would once this ordeal was over. The light beam exit provided more than enough light to reveal to only Sneasler the impossible situation she was placed in.

This Distorted Floor held the largest room Sneasler ever saw in a mystery dungeon, yet only one doorway led to the rest of the floor. The entire floor and ceiling of the room were gone, replaced by a dark void. The light beam exit was in the very center of the room on a floating island that was smaller than one of the twins.

Sneasler had climbed around the perimeter of the room while looking for a possible route to the island. Finding no possible route and remembering what Ingo and Emmet told her about the hole Emmet dug in the first Floor they found, she climbed as high as possible up the wall without looping around to the bottom of the floor and jumped towards the island. She hoped that, with the floor looping back to the ceiling, she would have enough height to make it to the light. However, gravity made her fall straight down too early. She had not stopped falling since.

“Honestly, I probably deserve this,” Sneasler said to herself. “I should have just let them come with me. Damn it all… What the hell happened to the other nobles? They’ve been nobles for a hell of a lot longer than me, so why am I the one who’s left? Why me?! I just wanted to check if Electrode is okay. She could be dead for all we know!! And if she is… what the hell would I do?” She felt tears wanting to well up, but she forced them down.

Sneasler crossed her arms after she finished monologuing and went back to waiting in silence. The thought of Team Conductors not coming crossed her mind, but she doubted they would ignore her call for help… right?

She lost track of time, but after a while, she felt the presence of a familiar ghost. Wind whizzed past her, making it difficult to hear, but she could barely make out some voices calling for her. “Ingo! Emmet!” she said.

“Lady Sneasler! Stay where you are! We’re arriving shortly!” Ingo said into the dark, empty hallways. Chandelure led the way as they sorta felt Sneasler’s soul. Ingo, Emmet, and Eelektross followed closely behind them and matched each sharp turn they made.

When Chandelure found the room with Sneasler, they stopped in the room’s only entrance door. Emmet nearly ran into the void, but Ingo caught his brother by the coat collar and pulled him up. Chandelure’s flames barely lit the room enough for them all to see the void floor and Sneasler infinitely falling from the voided ceiling.

“Lady Sneasler! Are you alright?” Ingo asked.

“Oh, you know, it’s a pleasant day, not too chilly, not too damp either, and also I’VE BEEN FALLING FOR LIKE TWO HOURS!” Sneasler said.

“Only two?” Emmet asked.

“You try navigating these places with almost no light!” Sneasler said. “Anyway, can someone stop me please?”

“How…? If one of us tries to grab her like that, the quick stop with make both of our bones break…” Eelektross said.

“Do not worry, Lady Sneasler! Chandelure recently added Psychic to their movepool,” Ingo said.

“Great. Let it rip then,” Sneasler said.

A faint purple-blue aura surrounded Chandelure and encapsuled Sneasler. Sneasler was forced to a stop in midair. Her head spun and her body still felt like it was falling, but she knew she stopped. “I feel sick…”

“Lady Sneasler, can you direct us to the exit?” Ingo asked.

“It’s on that island…” Sneasler pointed to the island with the beam of light only she could see. Chandelure floated in the direction Sneasler pointed, revealing to the rest of the team the island.

“Ah, I see the path you tried to take. Chandelure, carry Sneasler to that island please,” Ingo said.

Chandelure complied and used Psychic to bring Sneasler into their arms.

“Eelektross, you can carry us,” Emmet said.

“Uh… Hm. I could try…” Eelektross said. The long pokemon first allowed Emmet to climb onto this back, but a shout from Eelektross showed that his back could not handle carrying one Sneasel, let alone two. “N-Never mind. My back isn’t what it used to be…”

“Can you hold us?” Emmet asked as he climbed back to the ground.

Eelektross hummed while thinking. He then nodded. It was almost disconcerting how this little Sneasel that barely knew him was willing to let himself be held by someone like him. His three claws easily held the little pokemon, with his grip firm but not crushing.

Satisfied, Ingo said,” Do you think you can safely travel with two passengers?”

“Y-Yes…” And so, Eelektross held both Emmet and Ingo in his hands while Chandelure and Sneasler led the way to the island with their only escape method from the Distorted Floor.

***

Right outside of the entrance to the Coronet Mountain mystery dungeon, Sneasler laid on the ground, her limbs spread out like she wanted to make a snow angel. Her basket stood next to Ingo. The rest of Team Conductors stood over and surrounded Sneasler.

“If you’re gonna say I told you so, do it now,” Sneasler said.

Emmet opened his mouth to do exactly that, but Ingo covered his mouth before the words came out.

“You’re safe, Lady Sneasler, and that’s all that matters,” Ingo said. “I am curious as to why you insisted on charging at full speed ahead on your own, though.”

“Eh. Did Irida tell you the other Nobles went missing?” Sneasler asked.

“I… did notice their absence as of late, but Guildmaster Irida did not explicitly announce it, no. But that’s even more reason for us to accompany you!”

“Listen… Listen. I’ll let you guys in on a little secret: I’ve only been a Noble for a couple years. Okay, that’s not really a secret. Everyone else knows that, but you guys didn’t know because you only showed up, like, two months ago.”

“While that explain some things, I fail to see how your train of thought to go on your own formed.”

“…I don’t know either. I guess I wanted to prove something to… myself I guess. That I’m… a real Noble. Whatever!” Sneasler sat up. “It doesn’t matter, it’s stupid, I feel stupid, and you all deserve to make fun of me and stuff.”

“We do! That was terrible! There was nothing standard about that operation,” Emmet said. Despite the harsh words, though, he held his hand out while Ingo did the same next to him.

“Lady Sneasler… regardless of your status as a noble, I think it’s fair to say you’re part of our team now. Please allow us to conduct you to your destination!” Ingo said.

Sneasler looked at the tiny hands offered to help her. She couldn’t help but let out a laugh. “Fiiine, you win.” She took both hands, and Ingo and Emmet pulled her up to her feet. Chandelure handed Sneasler her basket. Eelektross, still barely getting comfortable with the group around him, simply gave her a thumbs up with one of his claws. “Alright, let’s try this again. I still need to make sure Electrode is okay.”

“Very well. Next stop: Electrode’s Seat,” Ingo said.

“All aboard!” Ingo and Emmet said at the same time, pointing towards Coronet Mountain and the ground. The twins didn’t see it, but Sneasler pointed at the mountain with both hands behind them.

#pmd lost tracks of time #pokemon mystery dungeon #pokemon legends arceus #pokemon legends arceus spoilers #pokemon ingo #pokemon emmet #pmd au #submas #you know... this series is supposed to have submas as its focus but lady sneasler certainly steals the show sometimes eh?

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One of the reasons I’m so salty about c/a is that this romance should be my jam.

Like, I like enemies-to-lovers. I’ve read Gideon the Ninth twice. The Thrawn trilogy, countless times over the last twenty years. Batman and Catwoman are always fun to watch. I enjoy, even if I’m critical of, Beast Wars’s handling of Silverbolt/Blackarachnia. I’ve written it before, and I have enemies-to-lovers romances planned for at least two creative projects for the distant, far-off day I have the energy to actually write fanfiction again.

I also fucking love kids’ shows to have LGBT characters. I still want explicit ace/aro rep, that’s a thing I’m kind of salty is never acknowledged onscreen, but I own most of Steven Universe on DVD, and all of Legend of Korra (for all that it literally wasn’t allowed to confirm it onscreen by the censors), I would love to get more of OK KO, I haven’t gotten around to all of Kipo yet but I do applaud Troyson, I bounced off Adventure Time’s early episodes but I endorse my friends who love Bubbline, I would watch The Owl House if it wasn’t just on Disney Plus (yeah yeah I will probably pirate it at some point), I want more Transformers to be gay on screen and not just in MTMTE etc.

On paper, “Aang and Zuko but they’re disaster lesbians” should be the kind of thing that I celebrate. That should be a slam fucking dunk for me, a mathematically impossible 69/10 score, show of the year.

But the problem is that once it gets off the paper and onto the screen the actual writing is bad. It does not try to do the engaging part of enemies-to-lovers where these two people on opposite sides learn they have something in common and bond despite the factional differences. It goes for the friends-to-enemies-to-lovers thing instead, and then fucks even that up by 1) pacing it like shit, 2) making C*tra’s enmity to Adora incredibly viciously personal and harmful, 3) putting in a flashback that portrayed that friendship as toxic and one-sided and then never having any of that pay off, and 4) crapping out a rushed, unconvincing and bland redemption arc that feels like a first draft they never got around to adjusting in light of any writing decisions in the first four seasons.

I’m still salty about this romance because it takes two things that I would normally like and just does them like complete shit in ways that it’s very hard to actually miss, and then everyone just kind of...desperately tried not to see those ways because there’s a gay kiss at the end, paying off a romance that is compelling if you ignore every single mind-blowingly terrible creative decision made in and around it.

#spopcrit #I like to get stuff on DVD because that way I still have it if it leaves a streaming service etc

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queenofhearts7378 · 3 years

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Jump

(If the ending seems rushed it's because it is, I was tired of looking at it. This has been on my drafts for a while.)

@messedupmoon

It took Danny about half an hour before he could admit it to himself: he was totally lost.

"I thought you said you knew where he was!" He hissed quietly at the kwami in his hair.

"I do," Huginn said, "He's somewhere in Paris."

"You are the worst kwami ever. Paris is huge!"

"I could have said he was somewhere in France."

Danny made a frustrated sound as he pulled out a paper map, not trusting Google to give him the proper directions. As he did so he failed to notice the other person running towards him.

"So I think if we just-oof!"

He collided into someone else and they both went sprawling on the cobblestone. Danny's hand flew up to his hair, making sure Huginn was there and wasn't sent flying where people could see him.

(They weren't careful enough in Amity one day and his parents are more convinced than ever that Phantom is a ghost. He really didn't want to send Paris into a panic of something similar.)

The other teen groaned as he lay on the cobblestone, a look of resignation on his face.

Danny scrambled to his feet and went to help him up, "I am so sorry! Lo siento-nope, that's Spanish. Wait what's french for sorry?"

"Désolé."

Danny blinked, and focused on the guy that grabbed his outstretched hand. He grinned as Danny pulled him to his feet.

"Je suis désolé is what you are looking for. But you could always just say it in English."

Danny flushed, "Yeah, sorry. I wasn't looking where I was going."

He waved him off, "I am sorry as well. I was not looking either. My name is Adrien."

"Danny." Danny looked at the crumpled and slightly torn map, "Uh, would you be willing to help me with directions?"

"Oui. One of the tourist attractions? A hotel?"

"No, not a tourist." Adrien shot him a questioning look. "No really! I'm looking for this guy. I have this….problem I'm hoping he could help me with."

"Where does he live?"

"I don't know."

Adrien raised an eyebrow.

Danny huffed. "All I know is his name is Wang Fu and he owns, like, a tea shop or something in Paris. My source was rather useless when it came to directions." He winced as Huginn pulled at his hair in retaliation.

Danny saw that Adrien was giving him a funny look. "I know I'm making like no sense but I already tried Google and all it did was take me to the Eiffel Tower and I don't have the name of his shop cause my source hasn't been to Paris in forever-"

Danny groaned into his hands.

Adrien was silent for a moment, and then he said, "I think I know who you are talking about."

Danny peeked through his fingers to see Adrien making a thoughtful face. Adrien grinned at him. “You are lucky. Master Fu is my Chinese tutor. I would be happy to show you his shop.”

Danny stared at him, hands dropping from his face. “You’re serious? Don’t you have somewhere else to be?”

“Oui,” Adrien shrugged, “My Chinese lessons."

Danny let out a surprised laugh, “Talk about good luck!”

Adrien snorted, “Good luck tends to avoid me these days.”

“Oh you got a case of Murphy’s Law too?”

“Sans aucun doute,” he replied wearily.

Danny had no idea what Adrien just said, but he could relate.

It was only a ten minute walk to Fu’s shop, in which Adrien and Danny had spent making small talk. It was pretty cool to chat with a local who was happy to tell him all about the hidden spots in Paris.

Danny really wasn’t here for sightseeing, and he had to go home in a couple days, but it was still cool.

“-and if you are ever caught in an akuma attack, I find alleys are a good way to stay clear of the damage.”

Danny blinked, “Akumas?”

Adrien gave him a curious look, “Yes, Hawkmoth’s akumas. You should have been informed of that when you came into the city. They give out booklets.”

“....I’m not very good at listening.” Danny could feel Huginn laughing silently in his hair. “That sounds like a supervillain.”

“It is a supervillain who takes someone experiencing negative emotions and turns them into a rampaging monster with a butterfly called an akuma so he can steal the miraculous of Ladybug and Chat Noir.”

Danny blinked incredulously. At least Huginn was right in the fact that Paris would have the answers they were looking for. If Wang Fu didn’t have anything to offer, maybe he could find Paris’s resident heroes for some answers. Looking around, he didn’t notice any damage similar to his own fights.

“And here we are!” Adrien gestured to the almost hidden massage parlor.

The two of them walked into the shop, the bell above the door announcing their arrival. “Un moment!”

Danny shivered with his kwami as the two of them felt the magic in the air wrap around them.

“Bon après-midi, Sensei!” Adrien called back, “J'ai amené un ami.”

“Un ami?”

Wang Fu himself was very short in person, and gave Danny a very confused look as he walked into the backroom beside Adrien.

“Um, hello sir.” Danny waved awkwardly, mentally trying to figure out how to get Adrien away long enough to talk about his miraculous problem.

Huginn solved that problem by jumping right to it, almost literally. Adrien gave a squawk of surprise as the small black kwami flew out of Danny’s hair and up to Fu. “You are the last guardian correct?”

“Huginn!” Danny hissed.

“We need your help.” Huginn continued regardless of Danny stressing out behind him. “Something went wrong with the miraculous.”

“Umm….” Adrien was looking between Danny and Huginn with wide eyes.

Fu looked curious and somewhat baffled himself. “A crow miraculous? I had thought the Miraculous of Passageways and Death was nothing but a myth.”

Danny threw up his hands. “Oh sure! Let’s just forgo any sense of secret identities, it’s not like my enemies are trying to kill me or anything.”

“You are a Miraculous holder?” Adrien asked, looking like he got hit over the head.

“More or less,” Danny muttered. He sighed heavily before lifting his bangs.

Wang Fu muttered something that had Adrien flushing as he reached up to look at the scars on Danny’s forehead. “My miraculous fused to my head.”

“And I thought my kid had bad luck!” Another black kwami flew up to poke at him.

“Plagg!”

“I see we’re outing all the identities today.” Huginn said, “Is Hawkmoth next?”

Danny smiled at Adrien, “Hey! Same hat!”

#i swear the beginning of this sounds like a romantic comedy #adrien agreste #danny fenton #danny phantom #miraculous ladybug #miraculous holders au #huginn the kwami #plagg #wang fu #secret quartet #i mean technically it is it just doesn't have all of them in it #queen will write #drabble game

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enhyupn · 3 years

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the perfect date! chapter one

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a series in which enhypen’s 02s competitive side shines through when trying to get your attention. the only solution to end this tiring rivalry? three dates with each of them in the course of three weeks.

paring: 02s x gn!reader

word count: 3k

genre: fluff, angst, high school!au, someone’s gonna end up heartbroken

warnings: swearing, violence is mentioned

ask to be on taglist, updates are irregular

a/n i literally had to dig this out of my drafts so i don’t even know myself what i’ve written PLSSS

taglist: @dchannie17 @simluvbot @jaeyuni @neocrush

falling in love at the age of twelve wasn’t what you were expecting while learning basic algebra. being heartbroken at the age of thirteen while reciting shakespeare was also not as expected. the cause of both of these unforgettable moments? park jongseong, or otherwise known as jay to almost everyone around you. your first love was something that stuck with you, even in the present. he was your seat mate in three of your classes and the person you would ask for the homework right before it’s due date. it was a one sided crush, it was quite obvious to you. he was popular, sporty and incredibly talkative, you were one out of maybe twenty people that had a huge bulging crush on him.

at age fourteen you vowed to forget about him, the previous year he had moved to america to improve his english abilities which had put you in a miserable mood for almost all of your middle school life. who else was supposed to give you the math homework? how were you supposed to feel excited to go to school when jay wasn’t going to be there? your barely-a-teen mindset made you think you were never going to get over him.

flashing forward to freshmen year of high school, new school, new class and a clean slate to basically pretend you were a completely different person. no more being dependent on other people! no more trying to do anything to get friends! no more—

“hi, my name’s jake” oh boy.

and that’s how jake sim entered your life. it was his australian accent peaking through his words as he flashed you an energetic smile that pulled you in. you could of fallen for him at that instance, well you could of fallen for him throughout your years of friendship but the returning thought of your first love entirely stopped that process. jake sim was like a breath of fresh air, he was everywhere you went and had your back for everything.

you were his best friend and you thought of him like one too, you two were practically glued to one another. of course you had side comments, gossip that the two of you were dating or one of you two had an one sided crush (the latter part of that sentence we aren’t going to get that much into) but it didn’t make you two feel awkward or anything like that. with jake you almost forgot about jay (algebra and shakespeare being the things that stimulates the memory of him). although it wasn’t like jake was a rebound, you think yourself you’ve felt happier when you were around jake. i mean jake’s definitely popular, rivalling jay’s popularity in middle school even. if you asked anyone in your school who they’ve had a crush on, jake sim is number one on that list. he had some type of air around him, always being incredibly positive, he quite literally radiated the colour yellow. maybe you had a type when it came to people you associated with.

the close second on that list was maybe the complete opposite to jake in terms of their public image to the school. park sunghoon was the class president in your class. academically gifted, popular with the female population in your school, a talented figure skater, a stereotypical cold and distant beauty, there were a lot of layers to sunghoon. you personally had never really talked to him, the only time being when he had dropped papers on the ground in the hallways, maybe a few months ago. you helped him pick them up before carrying them with him to the teacher’s staff room. even then, you two had barely shared any words during that whole incident besides a “thank you”.

still, you could say you respected sunghoon. i mean who could have the energy to do his whole schedule besides him? you definitely could not. plus the way he was one of the most popular bachelors added to his busy schedule. the most recent valentine’s day was the proof as well as it was record breaking in your terms of your classes history with the day. having jake and sunghoon meant there were a lot of people trying to confess their feelings entering your classroom. last year, jake was stopped twenty three times the whole day, beating out sunghoon’s twenty sudden confessions. this year, there a sudden decline in jake’s confessions, a whopping three people only expressing their feelings desperately to him as he politely declined. sunghoon’s number rose by about ten people, expected but still a little shocking.

it wasn’t like the two of them cared about it, the only thing they did care about though was being polite when rejecting people. you couldn’t really sympathise with jake or sunghoon whenever they had to prepare yet another rejection, the only confession you’ve received being from yoon hyunsuk that was quite awkward considering he was a family friend and you saw him almost every week after you had rejected him.

anyways, returning to present time where you were doing your regular daily routine for a weekday. it always went waking up way too early, under eating breakfast in hopes to get the bus on time, meeting jake on the bus, walking to class with him and trying to not fall asleep in the middle of math class. it started off completely normal, maybe a little too normal.

“did you hear?” jake whispered in your ear. the two of you were supposed to individually practice questions but the chattery side of jake honestly got the best of him at moments like these.

“what is it?” you reply back quietly.

“a transfer student is coming in after lunch ends, one from america” now that really got your attention. you turn to him with your eyes wide in surprise, curiosity taking over you completely as you ignore the difficult question in front of you.

“did you see them?” jake couldn’t help but feel the sudden heat rush to his face as your sparkling eyes met his. “how do you even know this?”.

“ryujin told me plus, i saw a bit of him at the principal’s office” you looked behind him, trying to get a glimpse of the mentioned girl. the concentrated look on her face as she tried to solve the maths problem was evidence to you that she hadn’t heard her name being mentioned by jake. “said something about bleached hair that was definitely going to get the teachers mad”.

“now you got me excited” your small smile only sending butterflies to his stomach. you turn your head back down to face the still blank piece of paper, deciding that it was about time you started on that question.

“y’know he kinda looked familiar” the questioning tone in jake’s voice caught your attention, turning back to him in confusion.

“what do you mean?” a pout formed on your face. more confusion took over your face when you realised jake looked away from you quite fast, his ears turning a slight shade of pink.

“i— i don’t know” he silently cursed himself for letting himself fall deeper into his one sided crush from only small moments. his sudden black mind caused him to forget what he was meant to say to you, only leaving you puzzled by his words.

jake sitting opposite to you as you ate your unsettlingly warm sandwich, was really the only thing really going on during lunch that say. although weirdly enough, park sunghoon’s glances and staring was a new addition to your lunch time. even without directly looking at him, you could feel his eyes as they dug into the back of your head.

“you know you can relax, sunghoon’s not gonna bite you” jake commented on your stiffness. you bit your lip anxiously when you realised how loud he was being, not wanting sunghoon to know he was currently the topic of conversation between the two of you.

“if you speak any louder he might hear you” you angrily whispered to his face as you rolled your eyes. the boy chuckled before placing a small ball of rice into his mouth.

“he won’t idiot” jake tells you with maybe little too much confidence. you noticed that sunghoon had looked away from you abruptly, his cheeks visibly reddening as he faced his desk. “oh”.

“why are you like this?” you expressed you concerns. jake shrugged his shoulders, not understanding where you were coming from. “i should be excited for the new student, not trying to tame you from embarrassing our class president!”, your voice lowering at the last few words.

“i think he wants to tell you something”

“i think i want you to shut up” you muttered and you took another bite from your sandwich, wincing at the warm tomato and soggy lettuce that came into contact with your mouth.

jake was about to fire back but was only stopped by your phone violently vibrating on the table. your eyes widen in embarrassment as you frantically tried to get to it. you turn your phone to look at the screen, a notification telling you someone was calling you. jake tried to take a peek at your phone, only abandoning the plan when he saw you glare at him.

“hey yeojin” a small smile forming on your lips when reciting your middle school friend’s name. im yeojin was your best friend up until high school when her parents made her go to an all girls boarding school instead of your co-ed high school. she hated it so much when it was initially brought up by them but from the looks of it now, she’s actually enjoying herself. yeojin was the only person, excluding jake, that ever knew about your crush on jay. jake found out when the two of you were looking through old middle school pictures, you pointed at jay in a class photo and that��s the story on how jake knows about jay’s existence. “what’s up?”.

“i’m not supposed to be on my phone” her voice was frantic. you knew from her many, many letters that her school was strict when it came to personal phones. she was only allowed it everyday for thirty minutes during lunch on the weekdays, three hours on the weekends. “but, i have some exciting news for you”.

“what is it?” jake could see your eyes glisten in curiosity. he chuckled to himself as he placed his chin in his palm, his full attention being placed onto you.

“guess”

“i can’t believe you’re doing this right now” you squinted in annoyance at her playfully attitude.

“i was kidding” yeojin’s contagious laugh caught up to you, making it look like you forgot about her joke on you. “but you know how you’re old instagram account got deleted because of—”

“don’t say it” you interrupted through gritted teeth. jake laughed loudly at your reaction, catching the attention of sunghoon yet again.

“anyways, and you basically lost all of our middle school classes handles?”

“yes, i remember it all a little too well” embarrassment laced through your words as you remembered the never-to-be-mentioned-again memory.

“anyways so jay...” your eyes lit up at the mention of his name, an unsettling feeling in jake’s stomach appearing due to your expression. “he’s back!”.

“he’s back?” you stood up from your seat in surprise. your class looked at you in concern before you apologised as you embarrassing lowered yourself down to your seat. “you’re not kidding me right?”.

“why would i lie?” you could feel yeojin’s eyes rolling through the phone. “oh shit, patrol’s back. gotta go, i’ll send a letter soon—”

jake watched as you ended the call staying seated with your eyes widened, unable to process what had happen. you couldn’t pinpoint any of the emotions you were feeling, were you happy? anxious? scared? you had no clue. you bite your lip, hoping the action can help your blank mind.

“so—”

“is this 3-A?” a loud voice entering the class interrupted jake, causing the boy to sigh out of frustration.

you turned your head in the direction. you felt yourself shake in more shock when you realised who the person at the entrance was, and from the way they looked back at you, he realised who you were to. you abruptly looked away, facing the window on your left with your face burning up as you held up a hand to cover your face.

jake’s puzzled expression took over his face before putting the pieces together. his heart was beating at such a fast rate that he felt breathless, he didn’t think he was at all ready to see his crush’s first love entering their own classroom.

he watched as sunghoon did his usual mannerly class president thing, standing up from his seat all professional and kind before making his way to jay with an open hand for him to shake.

“hello, you’re earlier than expected” sunghoon smiled, unsure if it was genuine or not due to the fact the boy in front of him didn’t even acknowledge his presence. he dropped his hand before letting out a quiet irritated sigh, trying to figure out what he had his eyes on.

even with sunghoon’s growing annoyed expression, jay’s eyes were still trained on you. it was like you were frozen, no muscle in your body allowed you to move as you blankly stared outside the window. the only thing moving was your eyes shutting completely as you felt footsteps coming your way, instantly knowing who it belonged to.

“y/n” a cheery voice made it’s way to jay’s words.

sunghoon raised an eyebrow at the two of you, not entirely following this whole situation. how did he know you? why did you seem so embarrassed? bashful even? and why was jake staring at jay like he just killed his family?

“j-jay hey, y-you’re back” you finally turned your head, however still unable to look at him in the eyes. jay chuckled at the way you tripped over your words, memories of the two of you from middle school playing in his head. he glanced down beside you, the empty seat almost begging him to sit there.

you almost feel yourself jump into your seat when you noticed jay was pulling back the chair beside you as he prepared himself to sit down. at this point jake’s face was visibly red, glaring at jay for reasons that cannot be exactly explained and sunghoon’s feet had even brought him all the way to your desk meaning he had a full view of this whole mess. you four had the whole classes attention, even with some whispering to each other about you.

“it’s been a while” jay smiled through his words as he sat down, his position facing you as you struggled to make eye contact. you could feel yourself sweating from the unbearable heat coming from your cheeks, your head still blank unable to think properly.

“you two know each other?” sunghoon asked curiously as he placed his hand on his hip. you don’t know why but you cursed sunghoon silently in your head for asking that question, the thought of jay telling him you were only his friend pained you.

“yeah, middle school classmates” jay finally acknowledged the boy’s presence. sunghoon nodded in reply as he scanned your expression, unable to understand how you were feeling. “i had— i can’t say it it’s too embarrassing actually” jay rubbed his neck embarrassingly before turning away in embarrassment, only for his eyes to meet jakes.

“no, carry on” jake’s few words came out as a little passive aggressive but didn’t particularly offend jay in any way. it was quite obvious to everyone but you that jake was being a little jealous, possessive maybe from the way he glared at jay and sunghoon, who frankly didn’t really do anything up until this point.

“oh okay...” jay didn’t know why he felt nervous. maybe it was cause jake couldn’t keep his glare off of him or he was about to regret his next few words. “i had the biggest crush on y/n”.

now that got your attention. with wide eyes your eyes made contact with his at last, his cheeks were tinted pink and he had a bashful smile spread across his lips. you could even see jake in the corner of your eyes closing his mouth as he tried to recover from the shock. while sunghoon, who was right behind jay, looked like he wasn’t completely over the shocking revelation.

“i—” you felt speechless. this was the first time you’ve heard anything about this, you didn’t even think you were ever going to hear those words. you once again tried to open your mouth in an attempt to reply but was just met with nothing.

“they didn’t like me back though” jay continued. you looked at him like he was crazy, your eyebrows raised with confusion taking over your face.

“but i—”

“y/n can we talk....” jake’s voice interrupting your soon to be confession as he stared at you with a serious expression. you turned to him, once again not fully processing this whole situation. “...outside the classroom?”.

you glanced back to jay who looked visibly irritated, rolling his eyes as he ran his fingers through his hair. sunghoon just stood behind him, staring at jake with what looked to be some sort of fear. letting out a sigh, you stood up from your seat as you looked jake in the eyes.

“let’s go outside jake” you were slightly thankful for his sudden request due to you not wanting to be stuck in that suffocating environment. you watched as he stood up from his seat, his expression changing into quite an anxious one.

the curiosity didn’t leave you as you followed jake out of the classroom, you even heard your classmates whisper to each other as you passed them. you didn’t even want to look back to see the face of jay, you had ended your long awaited reunion short just to go talk to your best friend by the staircase. jake glanced around the area to make sure nobody was there to listen to what he had to say.

“thanks for getting me out of there—”

“i like you” those three words almost made you faint on the spot.

was it time to wake up now?

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In Your Arms ~J.M.

A/n: This wasn’t a request that inspired me to write a lot, so I didn’t, but I hope y’all enjoy this sweet little short! It’s been in my drafts way too long and I want to get more of these done so I can get to recent requests :)

Request: “...jack Morton x male reader where the reader is human of the pack and he always sleeps on the couch until the pack comes home. Jack thinks it’s adorable and carries him to his room and maybe they have a sleep talking conversation like reader:“no I have to wait for jack.” Jack:”why” reader:”because I like him”...”

Word Count: 1800+

MASTERLIST

Listen, being a werewolf in a human world is hard enough especially when it comes with a whole new world of secret societies and magic and literal demons and magic and endless rules that you have to learn and oh did I mention ACTUAL MAGIC?

It is exponentially harder when you make things worse by shoving a human into that world.

Y/n didn't have a werewolf ability to defend himself, or heal him when he got hurt. He didn't have magic... which you know thinking about it now, might be a good thing. He'd rather be useless than be part of the Order.

That was the problem though, wasn't it? He had chosen to be useless. That's what he was now.

I mean sure, he'd read the books Jack had given him enough times to memorize them, and he was getting used to playing doctor. He was also getting really good at helping in small ways. Helping Hamish grade papers, or doing one night of homework for Lilith, or passing some messages around when Randall forgot because he was busy with supernatural stuff. He was great to talk or rant to, and all of the Knights had been utilizing the very nice ability to go off to someone who actually listens. Sure, he had fallen into a habit of taking notes for the Knights in the classes he had with each of them, if they missed. But... that was just school stuff. Sure it took off a lot of the pressure in the long run (a lot more than he probably even realized), but if they died what the fuck did school mater?

When Jack almost died after the whole meltdown with Silverback a while ago, it had really pushed Y/n into gear. He was a lot faster at responding to things; a lot more eager to help; and above all, the single most annoying person ever when it came to asking about going along to showdowns to play backup.

The others simply refused again and again, and, again and again, he would end up sitting in an empty room as he pretended to focus on whatever task he had given himself to kill time before the worry got to him and he just curled up on the couch ad stared at the ceiling. Worry ate him alive for several hours, and then he'd fall asleep. Most of the time because things always went far later than intended, but also sometimes because between being a student, having a job, scrambling to cover for your friends too, and spending several hours emotionally exhausting yourself with unimaginably high stress levels, one simply passes out.

As Y/n's falling asleep became more and more of a habit, things started to get complicated. Because the thing was, he always fell asleep waiting, so he would be in the Den's living room, uncomfortably scrunched on the couch. They'd left him there a few times and he always woke up sore and aching. They'd tried to wake him up a few times and, half delirious, he had overly emotional reactions. After he had broken down into tears at how happy he was to see all of them alive and then been so embarrassed he hadn't talked for three hours the next day in pure shame, they had decided against the waking him up method. Which only left one option: one of them carried him to bed.

Lilith had tried, but the size difference between her and Y/n was big enough that it was jst awkward for her. She was small (even though she'd never admit it). She's end up waking him up, or dropping him, and that was the last thing they wanted.

Hamish had also tried, but he was really awkward and didn't know how to let Y/n get comfortable in his arms while walking around so that he wouldn't wake up, so Y/n often would. Then it would be super awkward as they just stared at each other. Their relationship was too brotherly and rigid to make room for touching it seemed.

Of course Randall had given it a try, and he was actually fairly good at it, but as much as he was big enough to actually carry Y/n, and at ease enough to let Y/n stay asleep, he wasn't good at maneuvering, which often left him pinned under Y/n when he actually put the sleeping boy to bed. Which lead to a lot of them cuddling. Which, while that was chill and platonic and fun and stuff, made Jack super jealous.

Oh yeah, Jack had a HUGE crush on Y/n, so it only felt right that eventually everyone left it up to Jack to take Y/n to bed. He could pick Y/n up, carry him to bed, and put him in an actual bed without any problem. Y/n didn't know this was happening. He had gotten used to everyone taking turns carrying him to bed, and they hadn't said anything so he assumed they'd just gotten better at it.

That's probably why on one particular night, he didn't simply assume that he was talking to Jack when he was picked up and began to be carried to bed.

That night was different, because Jack and Y/n had plans to study. Jack had an important test the next day and he and Y/n had the class in common, so Y/n had volunteered to stay up a little later to go through what Jack had missed. It had gotten derailed when Jack had been called away for Knight business, but Y/n had only written it off and told Jack that he'd still be there when it was over and they could continue if Jack was up for it. Unfortunately, it was one of the really time consuming ones, and Jack didn't get back until well into the night.

Dutifully, Y/n was asleep on the couch. His face was contorted oddly. Even asleep, the couch was uncomfortable enough to leave him with a permanent frown, even if it was soft since he was asleep. Jack wasn't surprised though - the couch was so small it barely fit two people on a good day, so sleeping on it was not a fun time.

Considering all of that, Jack thought it incredibly adorable that Y/n found a way to fall asleep on it anyway. They had told him a hundred times to just go to sleep in his bed, but he had refused time and time again. He had insisted that he needed to be as accessible as possible if nything went wrong. If they needed him, he had to be close. He insisted that it was best to be on the couch, and had sworn that he was trying to get into the habit of not falling asleep. But he always did, and he always ended up in the exact same situation. Not that Jack minded. It gave him a prime moment to hold his crush.

He scooped Y/n up now, smiling as the sleepy boy's head fell on Jack's chest. He sucked in a small breath but then settled. Jack chuckled to himself as Y/n pressed his nose into Jack's shirt, burying his face to get closer to the closest source of warmth since he didn't have a blanket. Jack began to carrying him to the stairs to head upstairs, but was stopped when Y/n's foot caught just a second on the doorframe. See, earlier Jack had hurt his arm. Due to werewolf healing it was almost fine, but it was still quite sore, and the tug on his shoulder when Y/n's ankle caught on the wall, forcing his leg into Jack's shoulder... Well it wasn't a big enough pain to make him drop Y/n or shout or anything, but it was enough to startle Y/n just a little bit awake.

"Wh- what?" Y/n mumbled, blinking heavy eyelids as he tried to look around. Jack winced, feeling guilt rise. "What happened? What did I miss?" His words were slurred, and it was obvious that he was barely conscious.

"Nothing," Jack reassured, hoping Y/n would just go back to sleep. If he knew Jack was there he would insist on staying up and helping. It would be nice and much appreciated - since Jack really did need help - but more than Jack needed help, Y/n needed sleep. He had been crashing on the couch for a reason; he was exhausted.

So Jack immediately rushed to soothe, "Nothing happened, just hit your foot on the wall by accident. Go back to sleep."

Y/n huffed, a whine in his voice when he argued, "No put me back." Jack tried to swallow a smile. It was adorable seeing a sleepy, whiny Y/n and that on top of his sleepy voice that was low and grumbly and kept cracking and having the boy in his arms, Jack was having a hard time not feeling a bit giddy.

He tried to keep his head on a little longer though. He needed to get Y/n to bed. "And why do you NEED to go to bed?" He teased lightly.

"I have to wait for Jack," Y/n mumbled, trying to blink the sleep out of his eyes. "We have plans."

Jack's smile turned warm. He thought about telling he who he was, but if he did then he'd NEVER get Y/n to sleep, so he decided to lean into the misconception that he was no in fact himself. "Jack will understand. It's late, you need to sleep."

"No," Y/n insisted with a firmer voice. He tried to struggle, but it was genuinely so pathetic that only a few seconds later he was still.

It made Jack wonder what Y/n was so desperate for though. "Why not?"

"He has a test tomorrow," Y/n explained with a soft irritation. "He needs help."

"You don't have to help him," Jack reminded softly, feeling suddenly guilty for some reason. Had he made Y/n feel obligated to help him?

"No I don't," Y/m agreed. "But I want to."

"Want to what?" Jack joked. "Stay away with a loser like him and lose sleep you need?" He had reached the top of the stairs now, and was headed to Y/n's door.

Y/n just rolled his eyes. "He's not a loser, but he does need help, and I can sacrifice a little sleep to help him with something he really needs. Making small sacrifices liek that is just what you do when you love someone."

Jack froze. WHAT?

When it was quiet for a long stretch of time, Y/n finally succumbed to the tiredness and his soft snores vibrated against Jack's chest. He cleared his throat and shook his head, opening the door and putting Y/n to bed. When he left the room, closing the door behind him, he came out with the biggest fucking grin he had ever worn.

Y/n like him back.

They had a lot to talk about tomorrow, and none of it had anything to do with a stupid test Jack no longer remembered. Because he loved Y/n too, and that's all he could think about right now.

Sorry Miss Styne.

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