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Day 2 of Rosain Quivan’s Daily Logs
Started December 7, 2023 at 10:00PM, Home
Finished December 8, 2023 at 10:42PM, Home
Log #2
Author's Notes:
I started this yesterday from a sudden shower inspiration thought. Who would’ve known that the most bizarre of ideas could be generated while cleansing yourself?
Anyway, this idea is just pure dialogue between Sniper and Scout from Team Fortress 2. No romance implied, but you could interpret it that way. I'll be completely honest with you- I'm very adamant when it comes to accurately representing their relationship, whether it be in a canon-compliant friendship / coworker way or in a romantic setting (specifically the latter, since I have to admit that I am an intense Speeding Bullet fan, though of course I love any other old depiction of the two, as well as other ships as long as they are respectfully expressed). Though this adamant demeanor towards accuracy helps me find out what I like to see in works including these two goofballs, I'm not entirely sure if I can transform those standards into my own writing... since I've never tried it yet! So, take this as another practice round, this time more centred on character depiction and dialogue (that, hopefully, doesn't sound like a cringey 15-year-old's WattPad fanfiction...)
Warning: a few colourful words here and there.
If you want a part 2 for this, let me know down below! I'll be happy to write anything, though. And also, if you have any feedback, please let me know! I strongly appreciate it :-)
Title: Intention.
Fandom: Team Fortress 2
Third-person objective
New Mexico, Badlands, Badwater Basin, (fixed the order; that was bugging me last time), RED Sniper's Campervan
Around 3:15AM, sometime during the Gravel War
“Snipes... Snipes, you awake?”
A long pause. Then, the sound of dog chains jingling. A bed creaks violently.
“Sniper, get up, you gotta help me here!”
A low grunt, a shift in the covers.
“Ngh… can’t this wait? It's..."
A shift in the sheets, someone leaning to squint towards a clock.
"Crikey, half past three?! What in God's name do you think you're doing?"
"Trying to wake your sleepy ass up, stupid!"
A loud groan. Possibly the sound someone rubbing their temples together.
"Did you know that the average human being needs shut-eye to survive? Ain't that wild? Or perhaps you didn't come along to learnin' that at kindie yet?"
"Oh, just... just shut up and help me out, will ya? Look, I'm sorry it's so late, but this is really, really urgent, okay? And this concerns more than just the both of us, but you were the closest person I could find, so I need you here. I promise, I'll be outta your hair after all this."
A sigh.
"... if this is an emergency with the sheila again, go ask Spy. I'm sure he'll be 'appy to see your squirmy little arse again."
"Hah! Yeah, as if. He's probably out screwin' the Eiffel tower or somethin'; wouldn't wanna see, much less hear that, though I can only imagine the snorting sound he'll make when he- argh, anyway, that's besides the point! Point is, it's not about Miss P, it's about..."
A pause.
"...it's about what? Who?"
"Well, it's about Engie..."
Another pause.
"...and? Come on, Scout, get to the point, or I'm going back to sleep."
"Okay, okay! Well, I don't exactly know how to put this, but I think- or at least I have a feelin'- that he might, maybe, possibly, be workin' ... for BLU."
The bed creaks again.
"What, you think we got an enemy Spy in the base?"
"No, it's not that. He passed the security check earlier, because I was on rounds for that today. I think that our Engie, like the real one, well, I think he's double-crossin' us or somethin'."
"And why do ya' think?"
"Well, this afternoon, near the intel room, I was sorting my comics out when I saw him doin' this thing, where he would be all suspicious lookin' and shifty-eyed, then he'd pull out one of those 'computah' things, or whatever they're called, and start typin' really fast, like he was in a rush or something. Then, whenever someone passed him, he'd shut the screen down really quickly like this-"
A clap.
"- and would look at the person with a goofy little grin, as if he wasn't just sendin' some, I don't know, ransom photos of someone's wife a few seconds ago. He even had the audacity to wave to Pyro when it walked by, and I think even it found it a bit weird 'cuz it made this strange garbly noise I've never heard it make before. But anyway, he'd open it again and do the same thing over and over again until it was lights out. It was so suspicious. I didn't say anything then, 'cuz, you know, I didn't want him to know I was staring at him like a creep or somethin-"
"Which you are."
"Whatever, now, get this-"
A dramatic pause. Two hands are slapped on someone's shoulders.
"I go back to my room, and you know how his is right next to mine?Well, I wait outside the door, and I'm about to say 'good night' or something like that and maybe sneak in a question about his secret porn addiction, but... he doesn't go to his room. No, he turns the corner, goes out... and starts headin' in the direction of BLU's base."
Silence for a moment.
"You sure he wasn't just, you know, heading out for a hookup or somethin'? I hear a lot of people south-east go troppo for one-night-stands."
A slight shaking movement from the hands to someone's shoulders, dog chains jingling.
"Argh, Snipes, freakin' please?! I'm bein' serious here. He doesn't usually do that, I'd know because every night he plays those cheesy old cowboy country songs on his radio and goes to sleep, which keeps me up all night because I can hear it through the freakin' wall. And don't you think it's a bit strange how he was reacting when he was on the 'puter? No one would do that, even if it's for a hot night out."
A hand grips one of the latter's on someone's shoulder, as if to push it off.
"Well, maybe for bogans like you, who don't have the slightest bit of public decency when it comes to flirtin' with any skirt you see. And what right do you have stickin' your nose in his business? He could have as well been headin' back to Teufort to buy some quick supplies for his sentries, or hell, maybe even just going to see The Admin."
"Well, actually..."
The hands slide off the shoulders.
"I may have trailed him a bit. You know, just outta curiosity."
"You- you followed him? In the middle of the night?"
"Look, man, I had to do what I had to do to make sure that I wasn't going to have my head end up in someone's refrigerator the next day."
"But you do realize that you were being just as suspicious, more so really, as he was by trailing him?"
"Well, yeah, but- okay, look, that don't matter now, alright? What matters now, is that I found out where he was going. And it was the BLU base, I saw him sneaking in without gettin' shot by a sentry or a look-out, but I couldn't stay for long since they woulda caught me instead. But luckily, his little visit wasn't without a little proof. Check what I found-"
Knuckles slide against firm wood as someone picks up a small metallic object from a nearby dresser, holding it in front of them.
"This."
Someone snatches the object, clicks on a lamp, and observes it intently. A sleepy yawn.
"What is it?"
"I think it's called a U.S. Bee, or something? I don't remember what he called it, but he told me it's like a little key you put inside the compooter and it stores, like, info and crap. I don't know, something nerdy that only he and Medic would understand."
"Hm.... An' how do you know it's his?"
An impatient whine.
"I don't know why you're being so skeptic and shit about this, Snipes, I literally told you the story and brought a goddamn piece of useful evidence! Do you still not trust me? What more do you want from me here? A picture of his ass in blue?! Wait a sec- hold on- are you freakin' workin' with him?!"
A quiet sigh, someone shaking their head.
"Alright, mate, I'm sorry, okay? Veg out, now. No, I'm not workin' with 'im, and I do trust you, I really do. It's just that... I find it hard to believe that Engineer of all people, a man with whom we've been working with for 4 years now, would all of a sudden head up and go against his entire team like that, especially in such a dangerous manner when he knows that someone else could be, you know, spyin' on him."
"I wasn't spyin' on him, I was just-"
"You said yourself it don't matter, so it don't. What I'm saying here is that we don't know his intentions here. For all we know, he could be using his little device of his to gather intel on the other team, or he could be, I don't know, doing a secret contract or something. I just feel that it's unfair that we rush to conclusions like that, especially for one of our coworkers who may really be doing us a service, mate."
Quiet for a bit.
"You alright there?"
"No, I- I get it... I just, I just really feel like I found out something critical, you know? Like, it's not everyday you see one of the team be so secretive like that, well, except I guess Spy."
"Well, we all have our own secrets, don't we?"
"Yeah, I guess so."
Quiet. A few gentle pats on the back.
"But... wouldn't it be a good idea to try and find out what that thing, like, has? I mean, you know, just to prove that Engie really didn't have any bad intentions?"
"Yes, but that would be quite a breach, no? He'll most likely be looking for it in the mornin' and if he finds out you were givin' his equipment an unauthorised burl, well, say g'day to your dispenser privileges for the month."
"Well, what if I did it now, while he's still away?"
A pause.
"That's risky."
"I'll be fine."
"Alright, you do you. But how would you know where to start? And if you did get it to work, understanding what you're seeing is another question entirely."
"Hmm..."
Someone rubs their finger over their chin, pondering.
"Oh, I know! Medic, he'll know. Those two dweebs spend so much time doin' those experiments together, I don't doubt he'll know what the heck to do with this. Plus, man probably never sleeps, so it's basically 24/7 with him."
"Okay. Well, chookas with that, mate. I'm heading back to nap. G'night now."
The sheets shift for a moment, before an arm reaches out to stop them.
"Ah, um- thanks, pally. For listenin' and all. I know you don't really believe me or anythin' but, uh, I'm glad you didn't doze off halfway through."
"No worries."
"Yeah."
A pause.
"So, ehm, I'm gonna do that now."
"Oh, yeah, right, I'll head out now. Night, Snipes."
"G'night."
The light clicks out, and a figure scurries away into the night. Then, a sudden shift.
"Wait a minute, how did you get inside?"
Credits: Team Fortress 2 by Valve
Image source: Team Fortress 2
Written by Rosain Quivan
Cross posted on Amino ( Rosain Quivan )
#tf2 sniper#tf2 scout#scout#sniper#sniperscout#sniper and scout are friends here but you can interpret it as whatever you wish#tf2#team fortress 2#writing#writing practice#rosain quivan's daily logs#tf2 engineer#tf2 engineer mentioned#red scout#red sniper#red engineer#tf2 pyro
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Seb patching up Bard’s hand after the chef was careless and burned it while cooking?
Welp, I hope you enjoy this, friend, because besides the fun of trying to continue this already established ship in this verse along with this scenario you presented me with.. I got an extra idea to add to the recipe, as it were. 😈
The butler heard a familiar yell coming from the kitchen, and yet it was much more pained than usual.
The demon felt it was necessary in this moment to.. cheat a little, bringing his form instantly to the kitchen, from upstairs where he'd been dusting bookshelves, to arrive before any kind of disaster could strike.
...Not as if he'd been keeping his hearing specifically tuned into that section of the manor recently while he was too far away..
Not as if he could sense the danger before he heard it as his own mind filled with pain, panic, and surprise and embarrassment.
Sebastian still made sure he was outside the kitchen door so he could swing it open in his honest haste and panic and rush in to see what was going on.
"Bardroy, what happened-"
"Ohhh, fuck off."
Sebastian froze at that sharp response, eyes wide, the words themselves slapping him more than being interrupted.
The embarrassment was raising. It was through the roof. The demon felt himself like he wanted to run and hide as if it were his own.
"M'hand fucking slipped okay, I'm workin' on cleanin' it, I got it, you can very well piss off and-"
"No, let me see your hand,"
The butler marched in further, quickly assessing what had happened and what the chef had just told him in those few seconds.
He was picking up a big stew pot off the floor and a wooden stirring spoon, there was hot stew of some kind- likely meat and potatoes -all over the floor.
His sharp gaze even found a now soggy cigarette among the stew, and before the chef stood up, he'd seen the man's red skin on his already calloused palm.
Perhaps the fool had likely been trying to idly smoke while cooking this stew, and the cigarette fell at one point from his mouth into the flames of the stove.
"Let me see it," he demanded again, charging closer still to grab the other man's hand just after he'd put the pot back down properly.
"Oi, what the hell-"
Sebastian was holding his hand firmly in both of his, a thumb idly running over the burns, and noting when the chef hissed in response.
And then..
Sebastian sighed, and quietly murmured, more to himself.
"Thank goodness, only a minor burn."
And then he was turning and tugging the same hand with him to follow.
"You'll only need a quick bandaging.. And perhaps.. to stay away from hot surfaces for a while.. if you can manage."
"Awright, THASSIT."
Bard angrily tore his hand away and took a step back, though the pain in his hand was his prize for such a reaction, he seemed beyond caring about that.
"What the 'ell 'as been with you, man! You've been in here almost twice as much as usual, not even t'cook or clean or tell me t'do somethin', but t'just bloody check up on me as if it's me first day all over again! Now you suddenly think a small burn is gonna kill me??"
And then for some reason the butler was staying turned away, having whirled away in seconds after Bard's tangent, a scowl and perhaps.. blush ..appearing on his face.
"The reason I've become more diligent should be clear as day, Bardroy. I've.. had to since you've clearly recently seen fit to spacing off more than usual lately! This cannot continue, even if it means I have to treat you like this, as if I have to keep watch on you like a mother does her child to make sure they don't hurt themselves."
"Yeah, or nag me more than usual like a bloody wife does a husband??"
Sebastian was grabbing his hand again, uncaring it was the burnt one he was yanking and pulling on.
"Come, I'll treat the burn at once,"
Bard grimaced, but decided to stop struggling in arguing, in favor of growing more curious than angry- baffled even -over the butler's new found need to set him straight in this manner.
Soon they were at the closet with the necessary ointment and bandages and the butler finally released his hand in favor of snatching them up.
the chef meanwhile still eyed him.
Despite this change, the other man was still very brisk and straight forward, as if he too wanted to just get this over with.
"I don't think I even need t'get this patched up, y'know. I've had worse.. and you very well know that."
"A burn is still a burn, non the less, Bard," the man ahead of him simply countered.
And now they were back to the kitchen.
The butler didn't even need to get the chef to sit, he was already doing so, and even freely putting his burned hand out on top of the table.
The butler was right away getting water on a damp towel now, then sitting beside him, and getting to work dabbing at the burns.
Bard had finally chosen to just let this happen.
He supposed if.. it made Sebastian feel better or.. whatever... he'd let him do this.
And in fact, just realizing such a thing himself had him eyeing the butler..
Who truly was focused on smearing that ointment all over his burns, ruining his glove in the process, and then taking the bandages to wrap his hand up.
...
In truth the demon was trying his damnedest not to think of this blasted human watching him, starting to see the truth under his façade of formality. Sensing through this blasted .. THING.. his confusion turning to curiosity and then to amusement!
"Oi," Bard had hunched in close.
"Y'mind give'n it a kiss as well, t'help the pain?"
His voice a high lilt of blatant mockery.
The butler had just finished his final wrapping, and while those dark glinting eyes had shifted from his work to the chef's face, he'd suddenly let his lips part...
Mouth opening wide enough to show off sharp front canines.
That snapped off the rest of the remaining gauze in one bite.
The chef jolted at just that... but only a tiny bit...
He knew damn well this particular butler had fangs.. He'd seen them enough times when the man was yelling at him, after all.
But he had no idea how he had them. At least not yet...
"I wouldn't want to exacerbate your wound after all of this, now, would I?"
Bard's eyes narrowed and.. he took too long to answer.
Sebastian was still watching him as he lifted the bandaged hand and..
...Proceeded to lower his fangs very very lightly over his palm.
He didn't press in. Just lightly gnawed a little.
"It means to make something worse, Bard,"
Sebastian said this while still having Bard's hand slightly in his mouth.
...
Curiously there was nothing, no feel for the man's emotional response during this moment. As if in this second the new bond was broken all on account of Bard's mind currently too broken to express anything.
And then his entire face lit up like a flame as he nearly jumped up from his seat.
"I KNEW THAT!! OI, GET YOUR WEIRD BEASTIE TEETH OUTTA ME HAND!!"
Sebastian obeyed, but not without letting out an open chuckle, fangs still on display as he pulled back and straightened up.
"Very well, we're all done here, I think. Now maybe you will refrain from trying to cook things without my supervision, hm? Especially if you don't want these kinds of situations to transpire."
He had gotten up and casually pulled off his sullied left glove, turning to throw it out so he could replace it.
"Yeah, well, like I said, it was unnecessary t'begi-"
Bard froze, eyes locked on the butler's bare left hand.
And the mark he'd seen, clear as day, on the back of his left hand.
Confusion. Fear. Confusion. Fear. Curiosity. But more confusion. More fear.
Sebastian whirled about, eyes wide with alarm suddenly, questioning and concern on his features openly.
"Bard, what's wrong??"
"Y-You- You... Er... I..."
He stood up abruptly. So violently, in fact, the chair toppled.
His eyes stared at Sebastian differently this time.
And he was suddenly drenched in sweat.
"..Bard??" Sebastian asked again, naturally taking another step closer to the other again, and lifting his hand to reach out.
The man flinched.
And then started running.
And he'd left the kitchen.
Not answering the butler's call.
Not explaining himself at all.
And even when the butler could no longer hear the trampling of his boots as he ran away down the hall.
...The demon could still feel his pure terror and confusion.
....Through this blasted new mating bond they'd some how happened to form during this peculiar time of new experiences.
"...Hm."
Sebastian had by now noticed his left hand he'd been reaching out towards Bard- the one he'd taken his glove off of that had gotten sullied with the ointment used for caring for this man -openly displaying his mark of his contract.
Of his demonic seal.
"What.. perfect timing."
The demon muttered bitterly, glaring at that familiar symbol that would not be going away any time soon.
...
Just like this bond wasn't, either.
#kuroshitsuji#sebastian michaelis#bardroy#bard#sebard#my writing#eeeeee I think adding this to it helped heighten my own joy in this ship >w<#UH OH GUESS WE'RE STUCK TOGETHER NOW~ 🤷
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FOREVER pt.1
Here we are...my first story! I hope you like it, make me know what you think and if you have some advices to
Word count: 1672
Summary: a normal evening becomes a dream.
Warning: nothing particular in this first chapter. Just a little of fluff and flirt.
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International Hotel, Las Vegas, 1970
You were at work, minding your own business. You have been working for Elvis Presley since 2 years and during that time you always saw him just as your boss. He probably didn’t even know your name. Your job was simple: you had to make sure that everything in his room was as he wanted. One day you were cleaning up his room, when suddenly you felt a strange presence behind you, like someone staring at you from afar and then you heard that low, tender voice.
“Well, well! How are ya, darlin'?”
You turned and there he was. Elvis Presley in person, your boss. You looked down embarrassed.
“Mr. Presley...you scared me...”.
He was so handsome you could have easily fell at his feet. He looked at you sweetly and caressed your cheek: “Ain't no need to be scared of me, sweetheart. I'm just here for a friendly visit, if that's alright with ya.”
You replied nervous: “Y- yes of course, do you need something? I haven’t finished here yet, but...” you asked embarrassed. “Not really, sweetheart. But that ain't the real reason I'm here. See, I need a woman's advice.”
A woman’s advice? From you? You were stunned. “Oh...well, ok. What's up?”. He turned his back on you and looked down: “Well, see, there's this gal and I think I might be lovin' her too much. I ain't just talkin' about a casual thing. I’m talkin' about a serious thing.”
You teased him. “Interesting...and you don't know how to tell her...am I right?”
“That’s right. I wish I could just talk to her and tell her how I feel. But I ain't got the courage. She's the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen, but I don’t know why I’m scared. What should I do, sweetheart?”.
You thought about it for a while. “I think the better thing is telling her the truth, but you can surprise her with something first and see her reaction!”
He looked back at you: “A surprise? Ain't a bad idea, darlin'. But what kind of surprise? Got any ideas?”.
You thought for a moment about yourself: what would you want if you were that woman he was talking about?. “I'd start with something soft...like a note, or a flower...”.
He nodded smiling: “A note or a flower. Maybe I’ll try that. Maybe I’ll write her a little note or somethin' special. But, I don't know if I should give it to her or put it somewhere and let her find it. What do you think?”. You laughed: “No, you can't give it to her by yourself...she'd find out it's from you!”.
He nodded his head in agreement. “You right. You right. So, maybe I’ll just put it somewhere...and let her find it. Like in her desk or somewhere she might come across it. What do you think? Sounds like a better plan?”. You winked. He came close to you and stood looking at you from up to down. “I wanna thank you, for takin' time outta your day to help ol' Elvis. I mean that. And I hope I didn't take up too much of your time.” You smiled to him. He was so polite. You suddenly felt nervous: “D-don't worry sir, it's part of the job!”. You’ve been working for him for the last 2 years, but you never had a private conversation like the one you were having then. He looked you right in your eyes: “You one of my fans, sweetheart?” he asked getting close to you. You blushed a little: “Well I work for you, and yes...I've always been your fan.”
“You ever came to a concert before, sweetheart?”. You shook your head: “Never...”
“You never been to one of my concerts? How in the world you ain't never come to one of my concerts, sweetheart?”. You tried to explain: “Well, mr. Presley, when you're down on stage there's so much work to do up here...”. He looked at her smiling: “I think you need to come, sweetheart. That's what I think. And don't worry about the work here. Someone alse will take care of it for ya. Trust me. You got any free time this weekend? I was wonderin' if you wouldn't mind come seein' me in concert.”
You couldn’t believe your ears. “It would be great, but all the tickets are sold out...”.
He came closer. “That ain't a problem, sweetheart.” Then he put his arm around your waist and whispered in your ear: “Aint nothin' I can't fix.”. You felt your legs trembling.
“Well...ok then...thank you..”.
He was holding your cheek gently: “Ain't no need to thank me…” he looked at you, trying to catch your name. “Oh, y/n!”. “Y/n! Lovely name!” He kissed your cheek and walked away: “Well y/n, see you on Saturday then. I have to get back to work.”
You watched him going away and you felt a strange sensation. You tried to hold back all your thoughts when you realised you were soaking wet in your panties. “Fuck!” You changed and got back to work.
On Saturday night you were getting ready and you were looking for something to wear. Suddenly you saw a small note on your pillow. You took it and read it: "To my favourite girl in the whole world. I hope you have a wonderful night. Can't wait to see ya. Elvis". How could he possibly got to put it there? A note? You smiled and felt a weird feeling in your stomach, and you liked it. You DID like it! You got back to your closet and picked up a short red dress then you went down to the hotel showroom, where the concert would have take place.
Elvis was already on stage, waiting for you to arrive. He had a smile on his face and felt the adrenaline, but also a strange feeling about you. He was trying to concentrate, but couldn’t stop thinking about you. All of a sudden he saw you walking in, in that beautiful red dress. Your long hair and your smile made him shiver...he was lost in you and only you. You waved to him and smiled. He waved back enchanted, and started with the show, but he couldnt keep his eyes off of you. The exhibition was something stunning. The power that he put in every song left you speechless. While he was finishing the last song, he saw you standing up and clapping loud. He didn't stop singing but tried to reach to you with his look. When the song was over, he smiled and went down from the stage, heading to you. He put his arm around you and kissed your forehead: "Thanks for coming, darlin'". He whispered. He took your hand and put it on his chest.
"You wanna meet me backstage? I want to talk to you for a sec".
He whispered in your ear with a smile on his face. “I'll be there!” you replied full of joy. He winked at you and leave the stage. He was excited to see you and when you two met backstage he put his arm around your waist and looked in your eyes.
"Ya see, darlin', I gotta be honest with you..." the words just poured out of him as you were getting nervous. “I got a secret and I wanted to tell ya." he looked away for a moment: "Well, this ain't easy for me, sweetheart, ya see, but the secret is...I think I might be fallin' in love with ya”. Elvis looked back to you and waited nervously for your response. You looked at him, your mouth opened: “Are you serious?”.
He looked her deep in her eyes: "I'm 100% serious.". He looked happy and excited. "I mean, I don't really know what's going on, but I think I feel somethin'?". He got closer and smiled at you, while you felt his breath on your cheek. “I just hope ya ain't mad at me for feelin' this way!?" He looked more and more into your eyes, almost begging for your answer. “Of course not…” you answered.
He looked relieved to hear those words. "Well, I got another question for ya, y/n!” he grabbed both your hands and looked at you with a big smile. "I want ya to be my girlfriend. Whatcha say, darlin'?".
You were very pleased but scared at the same time. “Oh Elvis I...”.
His face showed a little shock, but he smiled quickly. "Oh, darlin', what's wrong? Ain't nothing to be scared of.". He squeezed your hands. "I was just kiddin' around, y/n. So, what's the answer? You'll be my girlfriend?". Elvis waited for your answer while still smiling at you. You nodded. Elvis smiled even wider, looked at you with those beautiful blue eyes and wrapped you in a sweet, deep hug. “Ain't you the cutest little thing?! And ya know something? From now on I’m gonna do my best to make ya happy, 'cause that's what lovers do, right?".
Elvis kissed your lips and kept the smile on his face. Then he kept on talking. "You know what, y/n? I don't feel like workin' anymore tonight. Wanna go back to Memphis with me?” He gave you a cheeky look and put his arm around your waist again. The pressure in your body was raising. The crowd was still looking at you. You took his hand: “Ok but you can't cancel the show...we'll leave after the concert! Ok?”.
He agreed. “OK, sweetheart, but I can't wait to have some time just for us.”
He kissed your cheek and your neck and winked at you. You took Elvis's airplane to Memphis. All the time he stared at you and smiled. You’re almost in Memphis when Elvis smiled big and put his arm around you. You couldn’t help but feel a weird butterflies sensation in your stomach. It must be normal, you thought. Finally you two arrived to Graceland. He looked at you and smiled. "Welcome home, sweetheart."
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#elvis presley#elvis the king#elvis smut#70s elvis#elvis fans#elvis history#50s elvis#60s elvis#elvis imagine#elvis x reader#elvis fiction#vampire#vampire story
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Hey, Nana…
I never thought I would be telling you this, and it's going to sound silly, but,
Hachi fumbles with her pen, not sure how to continue. Shouldn't she love Nobu? How can she feel this way?But… What she feels whenever she looks at Nana, this girl with the same name as her, she met that day like a perfect coincidence…
It's more than she's ever felt laying beside or beneath any man, having his way with her again while she deludes herself dreaming of love.
"I need to tell her… writing a letter isn't going to be enough." she thinks to herself, crushing the page in her trembling hand.
Hachis mind is filled with doubts though, eating away at her fast since the day she realized she was in love with Nana. What if she really isn't over Ren yet? What if she isn't into girls? What if she thinks that Hachi is being silly, having another short lived crush? What if Nana doesn't think Hachi is good enough for her? "I mean, she's kind of a rock star," Hachi thinks, blushing and smiling to herself. "Whatever… No matter what, I need to tell her. I can't keep living like this, late nights and having breakfast with her and wishing our baths together were as intimate as hers and Ren's. So close to me, but…"
Her thoughts are interrupted by Nana coming into the room. It's morning, and pretty early at that- they usually like sleeping in, but Hachi's been up all night and didn't even notice the sunrise.
"Hachi? You writing somethin?"
Stuttering, she tries to hide the pen and paper, but winds up just getting ink all over hands. Great. They stare at eachother for a second, but then Nana explodes into laughter at the state Hachi is in.
"Pftt- I'll help you get cleaned up" says Nana, grabbing a cloth and running it under the tap.
"Here- give me your hands"
Hachi, still trembling, shoves the paper in her pocket and complies.
Watching Nana gently wipe the ink from her hands, the love and care she puts into handling Hachi, like she could break at any minute… it's so bittersweet. "Is this the moment I've been waiting for?"
Fuck it…
"Hey, Nana…" she pauses, almost wanting to go back on it, but Hachi knows she's been acting weird this morning. There's an elephant in the room.
"Yeah? What's up?" Reading into Hachi's silence, Nana's brow furrows. "Is something wrong?""Not exactly… Nana, I need to tell you something, and promise you won't laugh, okay?"The silence is killing her. Hachi almost takes it back, but then sees Nana has taken Hachis pinkie finger and entwined it with hers.
"I pinkie promise, I'm not gonna laugh at you Hachi." She beams at her, hoping to ease some of Hachi's anxiety, and it gives her the push of adrenaline to confess. "Nana… the other night, you told me something. And we were really drunk, so I don't know if you remember, but… You told me about Ren. You told me how you used to feel like you were soulmates, or twin flames, or something. You cried. And finally, you told me that you don't feel that way about him anymore. But here's the thing, Nana… even though we're both girls, I… I feel that way about you. Everything you described. I'm in love with you Nana, and I've never felt love like this before. It's okay if you don't feel the same, I just," Hachi can't hold her composure much longer, she starts crying, but Nana takes her into her arms. "Hachi… I had no idea, honestly, but," She says, holding her in a tight hug and rubbing her shoulders gently. The next words are murmured, just loud enough for the two of them to hear. "I'm in love with you too, Hachi."
Nana holds her as her tears turn to tears of joy- she doesn't know what they're going to do, how she's going to break the news to Nobu, how they're going to make it in the world.
But with this love they share, Nana and Nana side by side, they feel they will be able to take anything on together.
This moment, this love, could last for the rest of their lives.
#nana manga#nana anime#ai yazawa#nana fanfic#nanaxnana#nana x hachi#nana x nana#queer fanfic#writing#fanfiction#ao3
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COTL SOTF Fanfic(Reboot)
Chapter 1 : "Welcome to The Midsummonar Cult of Sin!"
1-16-24(The Rise of Sin)
Day 23 of Midsummonar Cult..
"Twas The Dawn of a new day at Lambert's Cult which the young lamb now fully adult sheep becoming the rich, worshipped & faithful leader towards all of his cultists! but things weren't always gonna stay the same forever though like most things in life..
Things Change for The Better or for The Worse. but thankfully for Lambert & his Cult along with his Sister Angelique, The Old Faith was rather genuinely faithful towards them.
Lamb was then going indoors into the Temple with his Oldest & Newest Members/Followers all ran and gathered into the Temple like a herd of sheep and waited excitedly to hear today's sermon and become inspired by their leader's words of inspiration.
One of those Followers were Lambert's First & Oldest Members a Black Cat named Chapplin, a White Sting bee named Camila & one of The Ex Minibosses of Darkwood Valefar(or Mrs. Val or Val for short) Lambert's Most Trusted Missionary Forager.
The 3 were chatting together in the crowded temple filled with other members while their leader was setting up the podium & donation chest to store today's temple charities.
C : "Gee today might be another great sermon! don't you think ladies?
C (Camellia) : Sure it is chappin, we've been in this cult for only 23 days now *scoffs* you think you realize the routine of the leader by now right?
V : Oh cmon now sugarcube i feel's like somethin different gonna happen today, i can feel it in my bones & blood!
Chapplin & Camelia both shrugged their shoulders and turned around to see their leader announce today's sermon & good word of the day.
L : *ahem* Good Morning my Wonderful Cultists!
Everyone : Good Morning, Oh Mighty Leader!
L : TY!. Now Today's sermon is.. what the hell? why's everything rumbling..
All of a Sudden The Temple started rumbling & everyone in the temple started looking around until their heads all looked upwards at the lamb's red crown floating on it's own sentience until all went red..
The Void Lambert entered into was not the same as Reality's but only saw the bright red void the crown had created but not only that but the crown had no longer looked like the same as before but rather much different appearance & form..
The Crown had took the form of a Serpent like form as it slithered towards Lambert rather sinisterly like.
The crown then looked at lambert with it's piercing red eye and suddenly slithered towards him all while the young fluffy lamb stared hypnotically back at it in confusion but wonder and curiosity. but before Lambert could say anything the crown finally spoke to him!
R.C : Hello there young lamb, i seen i've haven't fully shown my true form yet nor have i decided to show my sentience to you. but as you've probably wondered now can speak & talk but not only that i am here to give you a new purpose now that you have grown from being a weakling to a mighty powerful little wooly god!
"The Reason i'm coming to you now is to guide you new position & put it the highest test imaginable. Changes in the scenery!
The Serpent Crown then asked Lambert answer his question and waited for his answers to them aswell as at least trying to be out of the trance it put him in.
R.C Puts Lambert out of The Red Trance
L : Ugh my head.. oh yeah as for you question, mind telling me whatever it is?
R.C : Why yes little lamb, my question is to you, do you love being a cult leader?
L : Why of course, it's my job & i quite enjoy doing it besides cleaning the poop all the time gags.
R.C : Second Question, do you love your followers, and most especially your wives?
L : Oh Yeah, I absolutely can agree to that answer! and yes i really adore my wives esp. my sweet samantha swoons
R.C : Final Question, will you accept my request in sin?
L : Uh, that one i'm a bit confused about, mind having a better explanation for me please?
R.C : As you wish little lamb, my request to you is a new cult changing quest for the future of you cult, by mostly having fun but in your own way..
in life most creatures like yourselves may have innocent looks on the outside, very pacifistic i've noticed but on the deep insides of yourselves lamb & most esp. your followers, they are born with sin.
and by being born with sin, their born with flaws.. and sins your little followers haven't released in eons even your sweet samantha & her 2 best friends.. possibly even Narinder himself.
L : so what are you saying then?
R.C : I'm saying to let your followers all commence in celebrating sin & releasing them of said sin and to help you with it i gift you some tools for the task!
The Crown then added 3 new structures to the shrine for lambert's cult which included : a Drinkhouse(with a 2nd upgrade), a drum circle & most surprisingly a mating tent as well as a extra new strucure during crusades but that's for another time.
Lambert was super shocked & filled to the brim with sinful nature & happiness because that meant he could raise the next generation of cultists through mating, give his members drinks and so much more.
to him it felt like he has power over his cult and that everything was gonna change for the better in his eyes.
L : Gee thanks Crown, i will do my best in this new task you gifted me as your vessel!
R.C : Do Well little lamb, do well indeed & farewell!
The Crown the returned to Lambert's head as it old crown shaped form while he then smiled proudly at his cultist, with them being unaware of the new challenges that not only their leader but life in general will bring them to the everlasting growing cult of midsummonar..
tbc..
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A Champion Time For The Heart Ch34 An Unexpected Visit
(Give me name suggestions for the reader's new pokemon, also Slight warning that the pokemon has a few scars on his body.)
"Hey. I should probably tell you somethin' before I go. I-I was the only one who seemed ta notice it and I wasn't sure if I should say anythin' or not..But I should probably tell ye now less I forget."
"Forget what?"
"Y/n, I dunno if ye knew or not but-..Lee's romantically interested in ye!"
"Wait....WHAT!?"
Safe to say Victor's confession left you stunned to say the least. Standing there staring at nothing like your brain was turned off until Sonia poked your side startling you into snapping to her, asking if you were alright. You assured her that you were indeed ok and just a bit shocked is all. At the time she seemed a bit unsure but didn't press the matter further which you appreciated. But that still left the question...
WHAT DID YOU JUST HEAR!?
Why would Victor just say that and then ditch like he was caught with his hand in the cookie jar!? LEON LIKED YOU ROMANTICALLY?! THERE WAS NO WAY!! Leon hadn't ever shown interest in you like-...Well like THAT!! He was a really good guy and you could say he was definitely a friend but NOTHING more than that! There was no way he would even remotely just once think of you like that! You'd have an easier time convincing yourself you were still in a dream world. There was no way it was true! Victor must've been pulling your leg! That was the only logical explanation!
...Right?
You decided to try (and failed-) to not think about it, but unfortunately it seemed everyone seemed to notice something was on your mind because one day Leon's grandmother decided to ask you about it.
"Dear," you jumped hearing the elderly lady address you with a concerned look, "Are you alright? You look like you've been thinking about quite a lot about something lately."
"Uh.." You forced a smile waving her off. "N-Nah! There's just been...A-A lot on my mind lately. Nothing to worry about." You sighed. "B-But I sure could use a distraction from it for a while."
"I see. Well if it's a distraction you need try to entertain your mind by busying it with something else."
Something else huh? Well what could you do to distract yourself from the supposed love connection Leon had for you? You've been trying to do that for a few days now and it's hasn't been working! And it was then you remembered a certain thing Leon had told you a little while back.
"I heard from Hoppy you're still renting the basement room from Mum. Does that mean you haven't decided on traveling around yet?"
To his relief you shook your head no. "Nah man. I don't wanna do anymore traveling. I think I'm actually going to stay in Postwick for the time being."
His eyes lit up immediately. "REALLY!? I mean-" he coughed and looked away. "Oh yeah, yeah. I can totally understand that. Traveling's been putting a damper on me too. Which is why I've been wanting to get all of these tasks for the Chairwoman done as fast as possible....But something tells me you don't want to rent that room forever right?"
You blinked at him. "I mean-..Well yeah. I don't plan on renting your mom's basement forever. Don't get me wrong. Your family is perfect and I love spending time with them, but it was never a long term idea to me."
"Oh. Then you're planning on leaving Postwick in the future?"
"Well there really isn't any houses for sell around here so one day I'll have to look for one for sell somewhere-"
"That's great!" You blinked back to him as he smiled. "I-I mean that you're looking for somewhere more permanent b-because there's actually someone selling their house in Postwick! M-Ms. Magnolia was telling me about it when we stopped by for the two to apologize to her and Sonia!"
"Wait. Really?"
He nodded. "Just a little ways down Route 2 past Sonia's house. Old Man Harry's selling his house!" Your eyes widened even more as he nodded. "Yeah! He's retiring and wants to move closer to his family so he's putting his house up for sale! It's down the road aways from everyone but it's still close enough to your job a-and it's really spacious! I-It's just a suggestion though!" He clarified holding up his hands. "I-I was just trying to be helpful!"
"Are you kidding me!?" You smiled wide. "That's great! But I'll have to think about it. I make no promises."
So there was a house for sell near here huh?...Well you doubted you could afford it. Sure you had a lot of money saved up thanks to Mrs. L's great rent prices, but for a whole house and property? You didn't think so but that doesn't mean you couldn't check it out! Who knows? It might just be what you need to help get your mind off things! So the next time you got a day off you set off towards Route 2 down past the lab and back towards Mrs. Magnolia's house, Silver toddling loyally behind you. Finding the path split into two different paths rather than just one that was in game. Ms. Magnolia lived at the end of the path so you opted to take the small path that split off from it and when a bit farther to the south from the professor's house but still very much in Postwick. At the end of the small dirt path was a house alright, but not a very big one. It was just a plain looking one story house similar to Mrs. G's but slightly bigger with a wooden fence behind it that seemed to separate the property from the giant spacious field behind it. You wondered briefly if that field was one of the ones Mrs. L owned and rented out to the local farmers for use. It didn't seem the property was very big but it wasn't too far away from where you worked or any of the stores in town which you liked, and it was certainly bigger than the basement you were currently staying in. A 'For Sale' sign was staked into the front lawn and you walked up to the front door which was...Wide open?? That confused you for a moment. Was someone home? You didn't see any cars and you didn't think someone would just leave the front door open. Was there a burglar in there? You got your answer when not even a moment later someone excited the house broom in hand and started sweeping off the porch not even noticing you. It was a young man and he seemed too busy trying to sweep off the porch to even notice you for a moment before he finally got a sense someone was watching him and he looked up half shocked to see you standing there and the two of you stared at each other before he rose a brow.
"Um...Can I help you?," he asked uncertain.
You blinked. "Um..I uh-.." And you quickly pointed at the sign. "I h-heard this place was for sale?"
Was THIS Old Man Harry? Doubtful. He was too young to be considered old. Regardless the man seemed genuinely surprised having to look you over again before he smiled again. "Oh! Well then that changes everything. Sorry about that." He gestured for you to come closer motioning to the house. "I wasn't expecting anyone so early. Please come in."
"Uh..Thanks."
You took him up on his offer to walk inside the house after him and the inside shocked you. It was..semi-empty. About half way you'd say if you'd have to say. There was random furniture in a few places as if either being in the middle of moving out, You again looked to the broom in the man's hands, or moved about to clean under them. But like you thought it looked pretty plain but that wasn't a big deal. Simple was good enough for you.
"Sorry about the mess," the man apologized looking embarrassed, "I haven't been able to finish cleaning out the place, and I really wasn't expecting anyone to show interest in this place so quickly."
"It's alright. But..I thought Old Man Harry was supposed to be here."
"Huh? Oh. You must mean my grandpa," he sighed in a very annoyed manner, "Yeah. The old man decided he had enough of the country life and decided he all of a sudden wanted to spend his retirement in Hulbury with all the beaches and great weather!" With a disdained look to the floor he huffed. "And then he left me the chore of trying to sell this place! Which works as well as pushing a boulder up stairs. What person would want a dump like this in a middle of no where town?"
...You rose a brow. "You must really want this place off your hands."
"Are you kidding me? I'd love to not have to deal with this and go back home, but I can't until I sell this place."
....You smiled. "Well..Maybe we could work out a deal!"
And that's how you managed to buy and own a house for cheap even if it did take up all of your savings. That guy must've REALLY must've not wanted the bother with this house and just return to the city which worked out in your favor because not only were you know a full fledged homeowner but whoever left the house before you had left a lot of furniture. Not a whole lot but enough to make the house seem less empty and you had a stove! Which was a plus because now you could cook! Leon's family was sad to see you go but considering you didn't live too far away and promised to visit them helped to settle those sad feelings. Leon's mom and granny even brought you a housewarming gift that consisted of some home baked goods and a small home made tablecloth. Once or twice you'd have Sonia stop by to take a look at your new home but the visitor you'd get most often would be Hop. Between his work and schooling by Sonia, he'd drop by your workplace or your home just or talk or see how you were doing, but most of the time it'd just end up with him rambling on about some random pokemon facts or updates Victor or Gloria would send him with pictures. Both seemed to be having a blast although Victor still often complained about the cold weather. It was nice seeing Hop, at this point you'd consider him a little brother figure. But then he went onto the Isle of Armor for some samples Sonia wanted and Sonia's herself went to the Crown Tundra to investigate some leads on some rare pokemon she heard about which left you without any visitors for a while. You'd sometimes see Mrs. G or L while at your job and sometimes you'd see Ms. Magnolia passing by her house but that was about it. Your new home was starting to become more organized as well with you moving the furniture around and it was one day in October where you were going through and emptying your backpack finding a whole lot of things you had completely forgotten about. The curry dex Gloria had given you being one and you made a point to take some time to go submit it to the Station Master to receive those 'prizes' she didn't want. You also found a few things you'd figure would be super helpful! That phone you won at the Christmas festival last year and-..Hey. Wait a minute. Your hand brushed against something round and metal feeling in your backpack and with a grab you pulled out a pokeball wrapped in a red ribbon. What the- OH! It was that pokeball from that game Leon won for you! Wow. It must've been in here this whole time...Huh. You wondered what kind of pokemon it was. Silver cooed curiously at it and looked at you when you stood up pokeball in hand. Well...There's no time like the present as they saw. You might as well see what kind of pokemon it was. You had just removed the ribbon from the ball-
KNOCK, KNOCK, KNOCK!!
You stopped blinking as a loud knock was heard at from the door ..and you slowly stood up. A visitor? Oh nice! You wondered who that was. Maybe Hop or Sonia returned from their trip and came by to visit you? Or maybe one of their family members were here? Maybe Ms. Magnolia? She did live just up the road. Perhaps she needed your help with something? In any case you happily walked on over to the door with a smile and answered it Silver right behind you curious also to see what was up. But when you saw who was on the other side your face quickly changed to one of surprise because out of everyone you were expecting it was the least likely person possible. Right there on your new porch was none other than Champion Leon himself. You stood there stunned for a moment as he also looked embarrassed one hand rubbing his neck in that habit of his.
"Leon?"
"Um...H-Hi, Y/n," he said forcing a nervous smile before he gulped, "Sorry to drop in unannounced like this b-but can I come in. There's uh...something I'd like to talk to you about."
It took you a few more seconds of blinking before you finally smiled at him again and backed up to allow him to come in. "Sure! Come on in, Lee!" He did so looking as embarrassed as can be and his face suddenly turning a...red?? You brushed that off for the moment closing the door happy to see him. "I'm surprised to see you. It's been a while. What brings you all the way here?"
"Ahaha. I-I-It certainly has. U-Um.." He looked at every which direction but yourself trying to avoid eye contact and act casual. "I uh-..Well I was just i-in t-town and Mum told me you decided to move here af-fter all! So I figured I'd stop by and see how you were doing!" He cleared his throat pointing at a random table. "I-I like what you did with the place! It looks nice!"
You blinked but still smiled. "Thanks! Honestly it was kinda easy. But what did you wanna talk about?"
"Whosaysanythingabouttalking!?,'' you blinked as he said that quickly in a high pitched tone.
"Um...You..did?" You said slowly with a raised brow. "Just now when you walked in."
He gawked at you before paling and blinking. "OH RIGHT!!" You winced at the high volume as he forced a laugh. "I-I knew that! I-I just wanted to stop by and ch-ch-chat with a friend! Yep! Haha! Friends talk all the time! Took me two accidental trips around Postwick before I could find you! Haha! Funny story right?!"
You rose a brow higher as he sweated more with his forced smile. Why was Leon acting so ...nervous and fidgety? That was very unlike the usually confident and upbringing Champion. Was something wrong? Did something happen?...Maybe he was just embarrassed about getting lost again? But he never got this level of embarrassed at the time. ...It was then you froze. And what Victor said before passed your mind before it hit you, and two things happened at once. You groaned loudly making Leon pause in surprise and your face turned a bright pink also in embarrassment.
"This is about what was said about you and me wasn't it?"
He blinked confused. "....What?"
You nodded with a sigh. "Yeah. I already knew why you're here."
He froze looking like ice was shoved into his body before his face REALLY paled enough to resemble a ghost. "You-....You d-d-d-do?"
You held up a hand. "Yeah. And don't worry about any of it. Let me guess..You're here to talk about that stuff concerning you and me right?" By how he looked it must've been a yes. Oi vey. Poor guy must've been really embarrassed to come to talk to you about this. You didn't blame him. No doubt Victor must've told Hop and in turn Hop must've told Leon, that's how those two were. Sigh. Leon must've came here to apologize or to see what this was all about understandably. "L-Look. I know how you must feel about this entire thing-"
"You DO!?"
"Yes. And I wanted to let you know that it's perfectly alright and you have every right to be embarrassed. I would be too."
He looked SO lost. "B-B-But I just-...I didn't s-s-say anything yet so how did you-"
"Victor told me," you told him truthfully and Leon froze for a good moment.
His brain gears whirling and blinking. Thinking back to the few times Victor looked suspiciously between the two of you..and then he realized. VICTOR CAUGHT ON TO HOW HE FELT ALL ALONG!! Victor was always good at noticing things before anyone else did, so it'd made sense he would've told you before he did- SO YOU KNEW HE LIKED YOU THIS WHOLE TIME TOO!? It made his face light up brighter than his charizard's flames and again his hand slapped over his mouth. How LONG did you know?! When did Victor tell you!? You knew he'd come here to confess sooner or later?! It made his heart pound and his mind spin-
"S-S-So you knew how I felt?"
You shuffled now looking away clearing your throat. "*ahem* W-Well..I figured that's why you look so nervous. But seriously...I-I-It's fine. I'm sure you understand."
"So-..." he weakly held up a hand, "What happened last Christmas-.." You looked up at him. "W-W-When we..." He gestured to his mouth to indicate the accident. "Y-You aren't mad?"
You just reeling back through time to what happened last Christmas and your whole head from your ears all the way to your neck felt warm. "W-What?! N-NO!!" You quickly held up your hands nervously. "T-T-That was just an accident! Of course I'm not mad about that! Unless you're mad at me about it!!"
"WHAT!? Ab-Absolutely not!! I was worried you were mad at me for what happened s-s-so I came to apologize!"
"I-I'm not! There's no need to apologize! So don't!"
"I-I won't then!"
"Good!"
"G-Good!"
An awkward silence filled the room as you both stood there shuffling your feet and avoiding eye contact each other with a cough or two here or there. Well...It was uh-...T-That was easier to talk about than he thought it would be, and he was REALLY glad you were angry at him and you seemed to be taking his apology/confession to you really well. He never suspected Victor would tell you though...but..He finally looked at you again. You were-...Alright with this? Well obvious you must've been otherwise you wouldn't be so calm about this. In fact you were taking this-...Rather well. WAIT! Does that mean you-
"So y-you're ok with-..." He gave a tender concerned look and gestured between the two of you, "This? Like y-you feel-" ....He heavily gulped sweat pouring like a waterfall down his face at this point. Eyes wide and face redder than a stop light. "..You fe-fe-feel the s-same w-way?..A-About t-this whole thing?"
You blinked confused on why he would ask that. Yeah. You thought so. If you heard from your friend that you were supposedly in love with someone without even talking to them, you'd be embarrassed and nervous and apologetic about the whole thing too! So you could understand how he must've felt. So you nodded.
"Of course. I think that would've been obvious by now." What followed was Leon just staring at you for a good long moment, just staring, before his hand smacked over his mouth and his face reddened to the point he felt like he was boiling. "Leon!? Are you alright?"
"....m' good...," he mumbled numbly.
"Do you wanna sit down?"
"...that'd be nice thanks..." He (stumbled-) walked over to the nearest sitting spot which happened to be a random chair in the room and plopped himself down on it, one hand holding his head as he stared off at nothing.
"Are you sure you're ok? You're staring off there."
"Y-Yeah. M'fine..." He finally shook his head and gave you a bewildered look. "I-I'm just trying to wrap my head around how you feel the same way but y-you're being so casual about this."
You blinked. "Oh. We're you expecting me to be mad?"
"N-No! Well not exactly." He shrugged. "I thought you'd be u-upset or something. But I'm glad you're not. In fact..I-I'm not sure how to feel about all of this."
"...Oh." You were confused on that part. Was he that nervous about you getting made over a simple mistake Victor made and an accident that happened nearly a year ago now? Well it's good he got this off his chest now. You reached over to pat his shoulder with a smile making him look at you. "Well look at it this way. It's off the table now and we can just move on from here, right?"
He stared at you for a long moment before giving a half relieved half shaky sigh before nodding. "You-You're right." He nodded. "We can figure out h-how to move forward from here totally."
So...you DID like him. He wasn't made about this, but it sure was shocking. Shocking but..not unpleasant. That just left the question now that everything was laid out in the open...What the heck was he supposed to do now? He hadn't thought this far ahead for this! Meanwhile you were confused by his strange choice of words before nodding.
"Absolutely! Although I'm a bit surprised to came to talk to me about this instead of Hop or Victor."
He sighed. "Well when I asked Sonia about it she suggested I c-come talk to you and clear the air."
You paused. SONIA!? Just how many people did those two tell that little 'revelation' of theirs'!? Good grief! You sighed before crossing your arms, "Well I'm glad we got this whole thing cleared up at least."
He nodded. "M-Me too actually. Oh! That reminds me!" He reached around under his cape to the right and pulled out something. A small white envelope with a small red seal on it. "I actually did come here for something else besides clearing the air." He held it out to you and gave a small smile. "Here! It's an invite to the events in Wyndon in next month."
You blinked before looking at the letter before taking it. "An invite? is there something going on I don't know about?"
He nodded again. "Yeah. There's going to be a tournament with everyone to welcome Prince Lear from the Pasio Region. He's going to be picking some of us to go compete in this giant tournament thing of his. All the extra details are written in there."
"No kidding?" You looked over the letter in your hand before smiling. "Thank you! I'm real excited now."
"Y-Yeah. Everyone's gonna be there. Sonia's already got her invite as does everyone else-.." He trailed off blinking before pointing at something. "Hey. Whatcha got there?"
You blinked at what he was pointing at before following his eyes and holding up the pokeball you still had in your hands. Oh right. You still had this! "Oh this? It's that pokeball you won be last Christmas."
"Really?" He hummed and gave it a curious look over, "Oh wow. What kind of pokemon is it?"
You shrugged. "I dunno. I haven't really opened it up yet. I was gonna do it today but you showed up then."
He stood up smiling like his regular self again. "Well then let's find out!"
You agreed and the two of you went outside. Arceus forbid it'd be something as big and bulky as an onix or duraludon and destroy your new house you had just gotten. Doing it outside was MUCH safer. So the two of you went outside there a flying Taxi was perched just a little bit aways from you (so that's how he arrived) and once you got a safe just-in-case-of-giant-pokemon away from your house, you threw the balls, and what was inside came out in a bright white light. A blinding white light came forth and what came out of the light was-...More..white? And red too. Silver chirped in alarm at what ended up shaking it's strange red and white fur out and bristle up before it sniffed the air, gave a snort noise...and then slowly turned it's head around to look at you. It was about as tall as Silver was only a bit bigger and it just silently stared at you. Well...It was certainly smaller than an onix, but you stared at it in surprise. And when you looked at Leon you blinked. He seemed even MORE surprised! His eyes wide and blinking at the pokemon still silently staring at you two.
"A zangoose?," Leon finally spoke making you jump and snap your head to him.
"Zangoose?" You blinked between him and the pokemon who then yawned seeming not the slightest bit surprised seeing you and being more bored. Looking at the pokemon now, you recognized the red fur patterns clearly. It was in fact a zangoose. The zangoose reached it's clawed hand up to scratch behind his ears. "Well...I wasn't expecting that."
"Neither was I to be honest," Leon added with a frown, "Mostly because these guys aren't native to Galar at all."
Your head snapped back to him. "Really?"
He nodded. "Yeah..So how in the world did this guy end up here, and in a game of all things?"
That WAS a good question. How DID a zangoose end up all the way in Galar if they weren't native? Pokemon poachers? Did a foreign trainer just abandon him here? Was he accidentally brought here by other means? You had no idea. You watched as he sniffed around a few more times before it's head finally snapped to you and Silver made a noise before diving behind yours and Leon's legs. It just..stood there and stared at you silently for a long moment before Leon finally leaned forwards and also stared at you. Well you stared silently back at him raising a brow between both of them before it hit you. They weren't looking at YOU. Their eyes were trained far too downwards to be looking at your face, so f/c eyes followed their gaze and you realized something. They were both staring at the pokeball in your hands. But just in case you decided to test this theory by holding the ball up, and sure enough the Zangoose's red eyes followed it as you held it up silently. He was staring at the fact you were holding HIS pokeball!! You continued to stare at one another before the thing just scurried up to you making you yelp and jump back as it was suddenly standing right in front of you sniffing at you like a curious puppy before those long claws wrapped around your arm-
"Don't panic!," Leon shouted suddenly as you let out a loud surprised noise as your arm was promptly and forcefully made to extend out and you were yanked to lean down at the waist by the zangoose and you practically froze as your arm was at the mercy of those claws that was wrapped around it. You wanted to pull away instantly but hearing Leon's shout you froze. "It's not going to hurt you!" He assured as you just stared at him in panic. "I think it's just ..curious."
"You don't say," you hissed through clenched teeth side eyeing the zangoose and it's claws around your arm as if sniffed curiously at it before it brought your hand to his face with a bewildered expression finally releasing one of his clawed hands from your arm-...Only to lightly wrap it around your hand and seemed even more confused just silently looking at them, like he was comparing your plain defenseless hand against his sharp long claws. His fur was ..soft. Softer than you would expect from how rough he looked. Quite literally. He was covered in a few obvious scars that must've been from some really bad fights, which gave you the impression he might start fights or perhaps he had a bad temper. But the way he was holding you was gently, even if he was manhandling you. After a bit he turned his head to your still slightly panicked face letting you see a big scar running across his right eye and running down his side to his shoulder. He narrowed his eyes at you for a long moment before one of his claws reached up and poked your nose lightly. "Hey!" Your nose scrunched up and you narrowed your eyes. "That wasn't very nice of you. Could you please let go of my arm now?"
His response was to snort but immediately released your arm which surprised you but the pokemon seemed to be sizing you up looking you up and down and ..crossed his arms which surprised you further which was very human like. His head tilted to the side seeming to think for a moment before he sighed, nodded, and then turned his attention and curiosity to Silver who let out a startled choke behind you all as he began to walk around you both towards the startled water type.
"Well...That was strange," you finally commented raising a brow as the thing walked on it's two legs around you.
"I think he was just trying to figure out his new situation," Leon commented back just as the Zangoose walked behind you both. "On the bright side I don't think he's hostile unless you're hostile to him first." He rubbed the back of his neck. "I don't know a whole lot about these guys since they're not from Galar, but from what I heard they're territorial and show aggression where it's given."
"Well that's comforting," you mumbled looking back once you heard a panicked chirp. The zangoose was literally manhandling Silver in his giant paws, holding him above the ground and was turning him this way and that sniffing at him as the drizzlie panicked and waved his arms and legs about wildly begging you to save him. "AH! No, no, no, no!! HEY!" The zangoose looked at you boredly as Silver struggled in his grip. "You can't hold him like that!" It still stared at you- "Put! Him! Down! NOW!!" You practically shrieked at it surprising it and the grip on Silver loosened letting the drizzlie fall with a thud to the ground before scurrying over to you. "You can't just pick up random people- Uh..Pokemon like that without asking!" You scolded the surprised zangoose who just stared at you. "Don't ever do that again! Or else you're gonna be in big trouble!"
The thing said nothing as it stared at you for a long moment before his arms flopped to his side and his ears went back as he gave some kind of whine-growl of annoyance and looked away. Well..could've been worse. Silver peered from behind your legs and gave a loud angry chirp at him which the zangoose didn't respond to.
Leon chuckled making you look deadpanned at him which he smiled at you with a sigh. "Well...I can't say this wasn't fun, but.." He frowned now. "I can't stay for too long. I have to go deliver some other invites b-but.." He looked between you and the nearby taxi again looking hesitant to say something before taking in a deep breath and letting it out. "Well. *ahem* Si-Since we uh di-di-discussed that whole-...situation and we're both on the same terms concerning it.." He winced a bit and gulped. "I um-...W-W-We're allowed to b-b-bring a plus one w-with us when he go." 'We'? OH! He must've been referring to the other gym leaders. "I d-don't suppose you'd mind if I a-asked if-...y-you'd be mine f-f-f-for th-the e-events?"
His plus one? OH! That must've been the reason he gave you the invite. So you happily nodded making him blink. "Sure! It sounds like fun!"
"Wait..Really?" His eyes widened and a big goofy grin spread across his face. "Y-You really wouldn't mind!?"
"Of course not! Like I said it sounds like fun, and I'll get to see everyone again! It'll be fun to spend time with you too!"
He smiled even more face a pretty cute pink as he let out a couple chuckles. "I-...T-Thanks. You really don't know how happy I am since talking to you." You smiled too! You were happy to help! "Ah! But look at the time!" He glanced up to the afternoon sun as it sat in the middle of the sky as it slowly went across the sky. "I've gotta leave now if I want to make it to Hammerlocke within decent time. So-Sorry again about the sudden drop in and then leaving after we just s-shared feelings this way. B-But I still have to attend to my duties."
You waved him off. "Hey. No worries. I'm just glad we were able to clear this up! You just do what you gotta do."
He again smiled. "Thanks...But a word of advice, you might wanna check in with Sonia next time you see her and see what she knows about zangeese. It might help in the long run."
"I'll do that thanks!"
With that he turned to walk away but paused and turned back to you and walked up to you and grabbed your hand making you pause. "Y/n...I-...I'm really glad you like me too." You froze and he smiled. "I promise I'm going to try to make our first date the best of the century!"
You froze as he gave your hand one final squeeze before turning and taking off towards the taxi. You were still frozen as the corviknight roared and took off blowing wind around everywhere. You still stood there when they were well into the sky and away from you. To the point the Zangoose poked your side to gain your attention as you stared off into space.
"......DID HE JUST SAY DATE!?"
#pokemon shield#pokemon sword#pokemon swsh#pokemon sword and shield#a champion time for the heart#pokemon leon x reader#reader x leon#leon x reader#pokemon leon
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Alt. Broken
Today's piece is brought to you by partial inspiration from the fic Call me Crisis Jones which my friend told me about while I was working on my Multiverse AU idea. This scene would take place after the Caseys get swapped back, and is based around the 2007 universe.
"Hey. Mind if I join?"
Raph glanced at Casey's voice. "Yeah, sure." He nearly flinched when Casey bumped his shoulder as he sat next to him on the ledge of the roof.
"How'd you find out about them?" Casey asked, eyes scanning the horizon.
"'Bout who?" Raph's tone might have almost been convincing if it wasn't for the fact that he was staring into the middle of nowhere, eyes unfocused. And the simple fact that Casey knew better.
"You know who I'm talkin' about. You've been actively avoiding me since I got back."
"I saw he had a ring and I asked 'im about. Y'know. 'How long you'n April been married? Our Casey's been lookin' at rings, but has asked yet.' And he gave me this look and said his version of me gave it to him. They couldn't legally get married, cause y'know, mutant turtles don't legal exist, so he wore it on his right hand and I remembered I'm a dyslexic idiot."
"Ya not an idiot, Raph."
Raphael harrumped. "'S not what you said a few weeks ago."
"A few weeks ago ya got ya shell thrown in a dumpster." Casey elbowed him playfully.
Raph gave half a smile before they lapsed into silence.
"Case?"
"Raph."
He bit his lip. Hesitating a moment. "It was April you were lookin' at rings for. Right?"
Casey nodded. "Yeah."
"Good."
"Is it?"
Raph nodded. "I'm not like my brothers. I'm not...I've never even had a celebrity crush. I mean, yeah, ya my best friend and the most important person to me, but...I dunno. I think I'm just...not right. I kinda resigned myself to bein' alone a long time ago cause humans were always gonna be dangerous and, let's face it, I'm not easiest guy to be around even if we did find others like us. But that never stopped my brothers from havin' crushed on people on TV and I thought they just were choosin' to till I asked Donny about it one time. Turned out it wasn't a choice. So it is a good thing. Cause April's not broken, y'know, she can actually love you. And I can't."
"I don't think that makes you broken, Raph," Casey said softly.
"Don't," Raph snapped, more harshly than intended, and pushed himself to his feet. "There's somethin' that all my brothers got that I don't. There's whole other version of me that's got whatever the shell it is made him decide to propose to that other version of you. I can't even figure out how ya know ya wanna marry April or what that even means exactly. I'm clearly missing somethin' here, Case. How does that not make me broken?"
Without a word Casey stood and gently pulled Raph from the ledge then directly into his arms.
Raphael burried his face against Casey's chest, gripping his fulls of his shirt.
"Ya not broken just cause ya not like everyone else, Raph."
"Case-"
"No." He grabbed Raph by the face. "You are not broken. Look, I don't really get it either, okay? I wasn't someone who had a lot of crushes grown up. I don't know exactly why I'm so sure April is the one I wanna marry, I just know that she is. Love is a really big and broad concept and I don't always know how to define it or what it means. But I know that it's more than just butterflies in ya head or whatever, it's a choice too. And I chose to put you in that circle a long time ago and I don't need ya to define it the exact same way or have those weird 'make ya act like an idiot' feelings for me to know I fall into your circle too."
Raph pulled Casey's hands away. "You seem petty sure of that," he grumbled and looked away.
"I am," Casey replied, folding his arms over his chest. "Raph, if ya didn't love me you wouldn't be worried about not doing it right. And yeah, sure, maybe love feels like a strong word. Maybe it's more accurate to say if ya didn't care about me ya wouldn't be worried about this. But ya do. I might be stupid, but that sure seems like an expression of love to me. It's okay if it's not the same as ya seen it on TV, it's okay if it's hard to explain or pin down. I can tell ya love me by the choices you make about me. I don't need ya to love me like someone else. I want ya to love me like you."
"That's the sappiest thing you ever said to me, y'know that," Raph complained, his voice raspy and tight, as he tried to keep his composure.
"And I meant it." Casey caught his hand. "You and April might mean different things to me in a way I can't put into words. But the truth is I don't think I could live without either of ya. Those versions of us are totally different people, Raph. I don't think it means you love me less because you didn't propose or because you're not comfortable with that kinda relationship. It just means you love me differently."
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Review 79-02: Canyon Bomber (Atari 2600)
Interesting release, this. This is not the first time this has happened technically speaking, but it feels like the first time that we had an arcade port that had multiple games included. Breakout and Video Olympics already sorta did it- but this time, Destroyer is included among the titular Canyon Bomber. ...Even if they called it 'Sea Bomber' at the time. Atari, you have the rights to the game, what are you dooooing.
Both were released at around the same time and had a samey feeling, so it made sense to combine 'em together. The question remains, will they be too inferior to their original counterparts to make it worthwhile?
Graphics (3.5/5)
I'm really impressed by how close they got with Destroyer's graphics within their limited means. There's gradient and recognisable vehicles in there, something we haven't seen in a little bit. Even if some of the graphics were lifted directly from Combat and Air-Sea Battle, that did not yet matter. Good downscaling work there.
Canyon Bomber fares a LITTLE worse, with there being large colored cubes to destroy rather than tiny orbs with numbers. It's not bad, though you can tell that it was cramped pretty harshly. Oh well, it still does what it needs to.
Sound (3/5)
Conflicting. Canyon Bomber has a bit of Atari charm put into it with it's noises, almost as if you're shooting a space laser or somethin', but it does get annoying after a while. Meanwhile Destroyer is almost entirely quiet, though the sounds it DOES have are advanced for the 2600, almost sounding like breaking bricks on Super Mario Bros.
I mean, Canyon Bomber's arcade noises were kind of a bitch too, so I think it's okay that they tried to replicate it.
Gameplay (3/5)
Iiiiiit's Canyon Bomber and Destroyer again. I don't think I need to explain much here, the games were recreated to a very satisfactory degree. All that reeeeally felt different was the aforementioned cramped screen that hurts some of the aiming in Canyon Bomber.
If there's something Atari is getting right these days, it's the arcade ports. Breakout was also a solid 'close enough' experience with a lot of extra modes, and Video Olympics was godlike with it's variety. This isn't AS spectacular, though it passes the test with grace.
Longevity (3.5/5)
Well, can't complain here honestly. Even if there's only few modes, all of them are available in multiplayer and get ridiculously challenging with it's AI.
For the first time, i've actually been properly stumped by AI on the 2600. No handicap can save you from the horrors of the Game B Canyon Bomber opponent, you really HAVE to get gud to beat it.
And then the Logbook also gives you a kick in the pants by requiring a *very* high points count if you even wanna have a sniff of the Pro ranking. For the 'hardcore gamer' in the year 1979, this is quite possibly the realest challenge a home game could give ya with a non-human rival.
I am not one of those, but I can appreciate the idea behind it.
Overall
Solid duology of games here. The Destroyer port is probably the better part of it, but the knuckle hard challenge of Canyon Bomber itself was sure to impress back in the day. This did feel like a good last hurrah for the very simple era, that was 1977's Atari output in the arcades.
Seems like the bigger arcade hits would usually get home releases precisely 2 years after the originals, looking at the way they released Breakout last year and Space Invaders (which I won't play... for now) next year.
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Into the Depths, Part 4
The final part of this little anthology. And THIS time, we actually have the Dum-Dum/Cat tease as promised.
Touché just wants this stubborn kitty to admit she likes him, is that too hard to ask?
Enjoy!
Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3
"And please make sure you pack enough for the journey this time. Goodness knows with your appetite you eat when you're nervous."
"G-Geez, I won't forget to do all that!"
Cat laughed. "Worrywart."
"I don't want to hear that from you," Touché said. "Unless you want to tell Dum-Dum just who managed to carry him up here."
"Wha-" Cat's eyes flashed with anger. "You'd better not say a word, Touché!"
"Uh, is there something I missed?"
"No, there isn't," Cat said, sending the smirking turtle a death glare. Turning back to Dum-Dum, she said, "So that's it, then? You're heading up there alone, without any help?"
"I-I mean, uh...I've gotta do this, Cat. You trained solo, too, right?"
"Well, of course!"
"Then I've gotta do the same. I-uh..." Dum-Dum paused when he realized what was going on. "Uh...Cat?"
"What?"
"I-I could be wrong about this, but uh...a-are you tryin' to convince me ta take ya with me to Ireland?"
"Huh?!" Cat's face melted into incredulous shock. "Wha-I would never do that!" She folded her arms, her face beginning to turn as red as her fur. "If I wanted to go, I would've told you so! I-I don't need to resort to underhanded methods like that!"
"R-Right. Like ya did when you asked me to find your father."
Cat stared at him, eyes wide, and Touché had to cover his mouth to disguise his smile. Caught.
"L-Look, I know that we haven't found him yet. O-Or your ma, for that matter. And I guess I'm part ta blame for that, 'cause I might've found 'em both by now. But the story says the Dugan Crown can help the Keeper find people close to them, e-even relatives of their close friends," Dum-Dum replied. "A-Anyway...w-who knows, I might be able to find somethin' on your father while I'm trainin'. A-and uh...gee, I-I guess havin' a friend around wouldn't be so bad."
Silence for a few moments. Then Cat said, "So...you wouldn't object to me going? I-If I asked, just saying."
"I-I wouldn't, of course! I-It's just, uh, y-you didn't ask, so, uh-"
"Oh for Pete's sake!" Touché got up and stood between the two. "Alright, I've had enough of this back and forth! We're going to settle this, right now." He turned to Cat. "Cat, do you want to go with Dum-Dum, or not?"
"Well...i-it's not like I'm worried or anything..."
"Your posture says otherwise."
"Why, you-!"
"Just answer the question, please," Touché sighed, exasperated. "Do you, or don't you?"
"...yes."
"What? You're usually a lot louder than that."
"Yes! Yes, yes and YES!" Cat said, shouting so loud that birds were sent flying. "There! You happy now, you little troll?"
"Very." He turned to Dum-Dum. "Dum-Dum, would you object to Cat going?"
"Uh, no. I-I wouldn't. I-I'd like 'er to come."
"Now, then, was that so hard?" Touché asked, looking between the two of them.
"Uh, I didn't think so, Toosh."
"Some people think otherwise, Dum," Touché said, pointedly ignoring the hiss that came from Cat's mouth at this. "I suppose you'd better get packing. If His Eminence wants you to start training immediately, you'd better follow through on that."
"Yeah, you're right. B-But uh..."
"But what, Dum-Dum?"
"Can I do that after I finish dessert? I never did get ta try that peanut butter cheesecake," Dum-Dum said.
Touché sighed, while Cat rolled her eyes. Typical Dum-Dum. "One slice, and then back up here within the hour," Touché said.
"Y-Yessir, Toosh!" And then Dum-Dum was out of bed, heading for the door, only to pause, and turn to them. "T-Thanks for understandin', guys. I feel a lot more at ease now."
"Don't mention it. Now, hurry on, Dum, your time's ticking away!"
"O-Oh, right. Be right back!"
Once Dum-Dum was gone, Cat turned to Touché, her face doing the best impression of a chili pepper he'd ever seen. "Damn you, Touché. You didn't have to put me on the spot like that."
"You couldn't spit it out, so I had to make you," Touché said, shrugging. "It's not my fault you can't be honest with him."
"Wha-"
"I get why you're worried. When he said a woman would be training, I thought of the same thing you did," Touché answered. "I would've offered to go, but you beat me to it."
"Okay, so I offered to go," she retorted. "There, you happy?"
"No. And I won't be until you tell him exactly what's on your mind."
"It'll be a cold day in hell before that happens."
"That's fine. I've got a few hundred years to go yet."
Cat scoffed. "I just can't with you." She drummed her fingers against her forearm. "Besides, I don't even know what's exactly on my mind regarding him. I've got all these stupid emotions."
"Dum-Dum tends to bring that out in everyone," Touché replied. "But honestly, I'm glad for it. It helped me change myself for the better. And I'm grateful to him for it. I can tell that you are, too."
"And how?"
"You're not as incorrigible as you were before."
"Hey."
"Well, it's the truth," Touché replied. "And you've treated us both with more kindness than you did initially. Not to mention strangers."
Cat sighed. "Well...I can't say that this whole year has been terrible," she said. "Being around him has helped me learn a few things about myself. And he is a klutz...but he's a sweet guy, too." A small smile came onto her face. "I haven't met too many guys like him in the last few years."
"And Dum-Dum hasn't met many women like you in the last few years."
"Is that supposed to be a compliment?"
"It is."
"Oh. Well, thank you. I suppose not many could handle me."
"He can barely handle you now."
"Now that I'll have to take as an insult."
"I only meant it in jest."
(I had to remember that Toosh is with Edith in this universe, not Cat XD)
#hanna-barbera#touché turtle and dum dum#canon/oc#ship tease#short story#fanfic snippet#friendship#modern fantasy
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See Me After Work🥃-Vander x Reader (nsfw)
-Just an unabashed, shameless one-shot with Vander and a fem reader because my goodness there is not nearly enough material for this absolute dilf. Will be NSFW so here's your last warning.
-The last notes of the last song of the final record of the night fizzled into static silence, leaving the sounds of you sweeping and up righting toppled chairs, the clinking of glasses and the squeak of a damp rag against the counter the only noise in the large barroom. You had no idea what time it was, but considering the remaining drunk stragglers had stumbled their way out, and occasionally into, the door a little while ago indicated it was sometime well past midnight.
Looking up, you see your long-time friend, but also more recently, your lover and part-time boss Vander busy wiping down the counters. His handsome features were set in an expression of peaceful concentration, and he had dropped his jacket over a chair, giving you a good show of his thick arms as he worked. You wished those arms were around you.
What started as being friends and then casual flirting had slowly turned into you caring deeper about and wanting to help him shoulder the burdens he carried-broad as they were he could only bear so much-and ended up with you in his bed...
Since then, your bond had grown, and it wasn't rare for you two to steal moments for a kiss, or if you had the time, even more. Sometimes, when no one was around and you were both particularly heated, a hidden corner table would suffice...where you'd straddle his lap as you breathlessly rode him, his hands glued to your thighs and groaning encouragements. You clench the broom handle thinking of this, as it had been a few days since you'd even seen him, and all this one you'd been craving him.
He tosses the rag over his shoulder and goes to reorganize the rows of mugs under the counter, when he spots you watching him and pauses.
"Yeah? Somethin' I can help you with?" he asks coolly with a half-smile.
'Oh, could you ever...' you think silently, before shaking your head and responding, "Just lost in thought."
He hums as he returns to his task, the tone indicating he knew there was more you weren't saying, and you turn away before he can see your flushed face. Vander steps away and finishing your sweeping, you empty the dustpan and go around behind the bar counter, putting them back...but before you can do anything else you hear heavy footsteps come up behind you.
You grin as Vander places his hands on the counter on either side of you, leaning in from behind to speak softly near your ear, "So...care to tell me more 'bout those thoughts, gorgeous?"
Unable to suppress the shudder up your spine from his warmth against your back and the low, seductive tambor of his voice you nonetheless keep your voice steady, "Oh, nothing really."
"Nothing, hm?" he slides his hands closer, setting them over yours and effectively 'trapping' you, not that you mind, "The way you've been lookin' at me all day? Brushing by me when you can? You think I didn't notice?" he plants a soft kiss right under your ear in that spot he knows you like, "Doesn't seem like nothing..."
This time you hiss in a breath, your already wound-up body reacting on it's own, but you're not quite willing to let him win just yet and sass him with, "I don't know what you're talking about..."
Abruptly Vander withdraws his hands, moving away from you a degree and shrugs, "Alright then. If you say so, I can just-"
With how hot you've been running, the sudden absence of his warmth hits too hard, and you let out a small groan, stepping backwards into him, to which he instantly wraps his arms around you and chuckles lowly, "Well well...nothing eh?"
"Alright fine," you relent, leaning your head back against his chest, "Maybe I've been missing you and was daydreaming about...things."
"What sort of things?" he teases, full well knowing as he glides his hands lower to your hips, pulling you into him more and you barely suppress another groan, "Go on, tell me, what do ya want?"
Damn him; he knew exactly how to get you riled up, which spots to touch and kiss you liked the most, how to make you melt and surrender-and you relished it.
Finally breaking, aching for him and certain if you didn't get some sort of release you'd burn into ashes, you tilt your head just enough to say, "You..."
"Mmm? Sorry I didn't catch that..." he almost purrs, his voice a low rumble against your ear, one hand brushing your hair aside to plant kisses on your neck and the other going to your belly and then waistband, slowly sliding it lower.
You grip the edge of the counter with a soft gasp as his fingers find your most sensitive spot and begin to rub gentle circles, your legs shifting as if on their own to give him better access and he murmurs, this time less playful and more gravelly, "Still waitin' love; what do you want?"
"Y-you! Vander I-!" you stutter without pretense and with full desire.
He grins wolfishly, "Good..." and next thing you know he uses the hand on your upper back to push you forward so you're bent over the bar counter. The other leaves your throbbing core, much to your dismay but you quickly tense at the sound of him hastily undoing his belt and pants before tugging your own downward-oh, so this was his plan.
You barely have time to dwell upon it, however, before feeling his already-stiff cock brush against your ass then your folds and you let out a lustful whimper at that sensation alone, turning your head enough to look at him. The intensity with which he gazes at you, the desire in those grey eyes and sheer need that seems to match your own nearly steals your breath and you bite your lip, nodding.
He mirrors your gesture, hands moving again to your hips and thighs as he presses himself into your entrance slowly; you're so slick from desire and his caress your pussy offers basically no resistance and this time you let out a full moan as he continues, gasping as he sheaths himself fully. He was, as could be surmised, quite large and taking him all in at first was a delicious challenge, one you happily accepted.
Your sounds make him tighten his grip on you and he manages a shuddering chuckle, his breath already heavier, "Have to admit, been thinkin' about this myself today-oh, darlin' ya feel so good..."
He trails off, pulling himself out almost entirely before filling you again and repeating, starting up a slow but deep and steady rhythm. You groan unashamedly and tilt your head back, your insides on fire and grip the counter with one hand, the other groping behind until you find his thigh and grasp on for additional leverage, to which he stutters out a sharp breath and picks up his pace a bit.
"That good? Ya like this?" he grunts, and you nod again quickly, adding a moan of, "Y-yes, ah Vander-! More..."
"More? You sure..?"
Oh, you are very sure; every thurst sends a shockwave through you and you're burning, longing for every bit of this. You push your ass back against him to make a point, shooting him a pleading look and he furrows his brow, letting out a low, feral growl that shoots goosebumps up your spine. He withdraws entirely, and you start to protest before he grasps your hips and spins you around, hoisting you to sit on the counters edge and you kick off your pants as he moves himself in between your legs again.
You shiver as he wraps one arm around you, the other grasping the counter and he leans in to rest his cheek against yours, beard scratchy but welcome, breath ragged in your ear and cock resting heavily against your aching slit, "Ready love?"
"Yes-gods yes," you pant, "Don't hold back..." You twist to press your lips to his, wrapping your arms around his shoulders. He groans deeply, delving his tongue past your lips to entwine with yours; he tastes of tobacco and faintly sweet, spicy bourbon, a taste you always relish. Simultaneously he plunges himself more roughly into you, beginning to fuck you in earnest. You gasp, clinging to him in passionate delight, the rhythm of your bodies and breath moving together an intoxicating tango.
He grunts lowly in between quick breaths and murmuring praises into your neck or against your lips, "Ah, you-you're so good-ya feel like heaven darling-I love ya-"
It wasn't the first time he'd said it, but the words were still not something he tossed around lighty, and especially in this moment they made your heart soar and body ever more alight-and sensitive.
"I-I love you too-oh Vander-!" you manage to pant out, and feeling that sweet, coiling fire building in your abdomen, dig your fingers into his upper arms, "I-I'm, oh you're amazing please keep-yeah keep doing-!"
He shifts to press his forehead to yours and stares into your eyes, your very core, though his relentless pace against you doesn't change and he gruffly moans, "You gonna come? C'mon beautiful-gods you're beautiful-I want to feel it-wanna make you feel good-"
You're unable to tear your gaze away from his, so intense as it was you feel pulled into him as deeply as he's thrusting himself into you, the fierce yet loving intimacy mixing with the physical pleasure becoming too much and you feel your climax threatening to overtake you.
After what feels like far too short a time, you gasp out his name like a prayer, over and over as release washes over you in a powerful wave before he silences you with a deep kiss, his pace becoming erratic and groans changing in pitch. You cling to him when he suddenly stills, shaking as he pumps himself into you and buries his face in your neck with a series of long, primal moans as his own orgasm takes over.
The dizzying high has you both speechless save for your laboured breath, gradually returning to normal. He moves to touch his forehead to yours again, the gesture feeling even more tender now as he looks at you again and your stomach clenches with the sweetness of it.
"I...really mean it..." Vander murmurs softly, voice gravelly from exertion, and you needn't ask what he meant. You only reach a shaking hand up to cup his jaw, planting a slow, gentle kiss on his lips, the tiniest sigh rumbling in his throat. Disentangling yourselves, he swiftly fixes his pants and helps you with yours before asking if you need anything as he rubs gentle circles on your back.
"I'm fine, more than alright," you chuckle and he does too a little, "The only thing I need is a nap..."
"I can help ya with that, love..." he says, before scooping you into his arms where you laugh breezily and wind your arms around his neck. He carries you to his room where he kicks the door shut and his boots off. Setting you down on the bed, you remove your own boots before he flops down and pulls you into a warm embrace.
"Can I..." you start, before pausing; was it too soon?
"Can you what?"
"....Stay here with you tonight? The whole night?"
He's quiet, and for a moment you wonder if you said something wrong, before noticing he seems to be dozing off.
Still he smirks, voice a low mumble, "It's late...course you can stay..." he pulls you a little tighter into him, his large, very warm body spooning yours, "Besides, you feel like you belong here pretty well..."
Your heart swells and you sigh contentedly, wrapping your arms around his and settling into the old, creaky mattress, which right now and with whom you were snuggling, felt like the most wonderful, perfect place in the whole world...
#arcane#arcane vander#vander arcane#arcane vander x reader#vander x reader#arcane fanfic#arcane smut#vander arcane smut#nsf/w#fem reader#yo I am legit proud of this#a wolf in dads clothing [vander]
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a/n: angsty fluffy. normal raph. there may be mistakes and it may be hard to follow through lol. but i hope you enjoy ❤
"y/n!! wait, please wait!!" the call of raph desperately trying to reach you fell on deaf ears as you angrily walked into the public so he couldn't come close.
it was so hard to decipher what you were feeling. betrayal, anger, sadness, embarrassment, pain. sometimes it felt like you couldn't even catch a break. he had been acting so suspicious and you couldn't help but recall what your best friend had said earlier, that when a boyfriend stop texting and calling back they were sleeping around.
he couldn't.... could he?
that one girl, amber, from the chief vincent crew had been crushing on him forever. you learnt that raph and her had a small fling years ago, before he ever met you. but other than that, you didn't know much else other than the fact that she absolutely hated your guts. the feeling was mutual of course but she never failed to make any small digs at you whenever you were together.
so when she came out of his room wearing nothing but lingerie, it wasn't an understatement to say your heart felt it had been stomped on the floor. leo, mikey and donnie were all out with their significant others so they couldn't even provide any help or shed any light on why she was in your boyfriend room
the reason as to why you came around was because you thought of surprising him, considering you hadn't even seen him for the last two weeks. he seemed to vanish for hours on end and while you didn't want to jump to any conclusions, you just had to talk to him. but seeing her come out of his room that he let no one in felt like a punch to the gut.
"when will you ever learn? first loves outshine any other" amber cackled in your face, swaying her hips as she left the lair. you couldn't even speak scared you would start crying on the spot. and the last thing you wanted was to give her the satisfaction.
you entered the room but aside her horrible perfume stinking the air, raph was nowhere to be seen. hell his bed looked empty. untouched. and yet his window was open, so perhaps he escaped? the more reasonable part of you disagreed vehemently, he wouldn't do this shit. and you couldn't trust that woman, she was out to drive you both apart
but this wasn't excusable either. the air felt constricting here, walls falling in closer so you left. angry tears on the brink of falling, the excited evening you had planned obliterated in small pieces.
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the small bench in the park was empty and you sat, trying to reel in those thoughts but they proved to be a challenge.
"y/n please listen to me, i can explain everything i swear" you rolled your eyes but stood up. hearing his part would at least put your mind at ease and those burning questions could finally be answered.
"you get one chance raphael. let's go to my place, i don't want other people listening in" you look into his pleading eyes, turning the corner and walking home with him eagerly following you close.
raph entered your room, thankful for the heat that flooded his system. he didn't realise how long he was outside and how cold he was until he bagn to shake slightly. he turned his attention to you as you shrugged odd your jacket, brows raised at him.
"no more secrets, raph. no more lies otherwise we're done" you snapped, crossing your arms over your chest. he nodded, ready to answer the oncoming slaught of questions that had been scorching holes in your chest.
"who is amber? and do you still have any feelings towards her??" your voice trembled a little at the end of that sentence, hoping her put your mind at ease. his jaw seem to clench slightly at the memory of her which brought some amusement.
"she's someone i thought i was in love wit'. 17 years old me didn't know shit at the time. after a while, i knew whatever we had was just infatuation. it was never gonna work out. she wanted a relationship while i was looking for something small. but that's in my past. i don't have any love towards her anymore. she was just a silly crush"
"she was your crush? doesn't seem like it" "she was. ya can't be mad at that because you've also crushed on guys before i came but that's a good thing! because they led us closer to each other and look at us" he holds your hand, his thumb gently rubbing over your knuckles which was something he usually did to reduce your stress. and against your will, you could feel those familiar butterflies invade your lower belly.
"but why was she in your room? looking very cosy in there, i might add" your jaw clenched tightly, glaring at the floor in order to contain your anger.
"she what?? y/n i promise i had no idea why amber was even in my room. i wasn't even there. in fact, i'm barely ever there most days" he rubbed the back of his neck, hesitating the last part.
"why?" your brow lifts and he sighs, grimacing.
"well... i... uh... got a job" he chuckles awkwardly, expecting you to burst in laughter. but you just seemed to have a confused look, intrigued at his comment.
"a job?" you ask and he nods, fidgeting with the end of his shorts.
"yeah... in construction. splinter thought it would be good anger management. i started doing it to also pay back for the necklace... that ya don't seem ta wear anymore" he narrowed his amber eyes around your neck and true to his word, you had taken it off. your hand touches your chest, feeling only the bare skin instead. the only reason you had taken it off was because he just kept being so secretive around you. and you didn't know who to trust.
"so that explains the extra muscles on your arms" you ponder and he laughs, flexing his bicep.
"they got us liftin heavy stuff" he rolls his shoulders, aching from last night. "i'm sorry for not saying anything about it. i didn't want to be laughed at" he chuckles but there's no humour in his voice, just nervousness which is rare for raph to ever have.
"you'd think i'd laugh at you?? i'm the last person to judge and i think it's a good thing for you. it's healthy to let your anger out in this way, i'm proud of you. but you have to stop with these secrets, they're only driving a wedge between us" your hand is gently placed on his knee which he appreciates, with you he never feels pressured to say things. you let him take his time which he's never found in other partners before.
"i know i just didn't want ta disappoint ya, i'm not a millionaire and i'm not the greatest looking guy either. i just wanted ya ta be happy at somethin-" "raph, you could never disappoint me. i don't care about money or fame, i just want you to be as serious about us, i just want to be there for you. but i can't do that if you keep pushing me away, hiding these things from me" you sigh your previous anger melting into sadness and relief.
"m'sorry princess, i do care about us. there's just things that i have trouble saying. but i promise i never mean to intentionally hurt ya" he cradles your hand, his gaze on the floor in deep thought. your head gingerly leans against his arms and his finger places comforting circles around your knuckles.
"where is yer friend? aren't ya supposed ta go out tonight?" raph remembered, looking around the room.
"yeah she's supposed to come soon but i haven't confirmed anything" you lean back on the bed watching his amber eyes narrow mischievously. in the way you grew to adore.
"so what i'm hearing is, we have time?" he smirked but you gently nudge his chest, shaking your head with an amused smile.
"i'm still annoyed at you" you chuckle when he smiles softly, his eyes shining under your lights. he leans closer to you, simply just wanting to be in your embrace.
"and i'll spend every moment making it up ta ya. let's just cuddle, i've missed ya"
#tmnt x reader#tmnt x reader fanfic#tmnt raphael#tmnt 2014/16#tmnt 2016 x reader#tmnt raph#tmnt raphael x reader angst#tmnt raphael x reader fluff
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How about a little Campbell + Aziraphale thing, where Zira does a bit of angeling and helps him out? 🤔
Yes! :D
There is such a lack of content of these two meeting, I've already read all I can on ao3 of them, not much there. :P
On with the fic!
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Now, Campbell was aware he came off as someone who didn't seem to notice the world around him, of being so caught up in his own thoughts and words that he didn't hear or see other people. But that's not true, even when he was going off with his ramblings or was hyper focused on something, he was still somewhat aware of things around him.
Such as right now, while he sat in the recording studio of the hospital, looking through the collection for his next set tomorrow, he noticed someone he had never seen before.
A new doctor? Orderly? Patient? A visitor?
The man didn't seem to be any of those, except the last one, at the very least. Still, it was odd to Campbell that people passed by the man and didn't seem to notice him at all, and that seemed very hard to do.
Even though the windows of the studio, Campbell could see the man was dressed oddly, and that was saying something from a guy wearing torn jeans, socks that clearly didn't match, and a sweater that was way too big for him. He looked like he came from some Victorian novel, or movie, with very light blond hair, and a face that reminded Campbell of a kindly librarian or someone who knew how to perfectly make cakes.
Hell, he looked like a grandma, kinda.
But the first thing to pop into Campbell's head when he put all of this together was this man had to be a ghost. Now that, that was very interesting!
He slipped from his seat and stepped out of the studio, peeking around the corner at the stranger. Yep, from head to toe, this man stood out like a sore thumb, yet not a single person who passed by seemed to notice him at all.
Except Campbell.
"Do ya need somethin'?" He asked, making the man jump and look very startled, then shocked when he made contact with Campbell. This made the DJ-in-training grin widen. "Heh, sorry, tend to do that."
"Y-you can see me?" The man asked, still clearly alarmed.
"Course I can see you! I'd have'ta be blind not to! Not when you're strutting around the joint dressed like you should be from a period piece they watch over in the common room!"
The man patted himself down, clearly confused. "How strange, this hasn't happened in quite some time... how on earth are you able to see me?"
"I dunno, did they change my pills when I wasn't paying attention? Cause either I'm imagining things, or you've gotta be a ghost if no one else is seein' ya."
"Well, it's, uh, it's neither of those things. Is there somewhere we can speak without anyone listening in on your side? Considering that to everyone else, you'd just being talking to the air."
Campbell laughed at this. "You daft? You're in a loony bin! That's normal behavior here! Well, not for me, at least I don't think it is. Come into my studio! Pop a squat, let's chat, Mr. Not-Ghost!"
"Actually, it's Aziraphale, and you are?" The man, Aziraphale, said as he followed Campbell into the studio.
"Campbell Bain!" The kid grinned. "Also known as the bane of your life!" He closed the door and sat back down in his chair, Aziraphale sitting in the one Eddie usually sits in. "So, whatcha doing around St. Jude's?"
"I'm, well, I'm here to perform a miracle. Though I'm not really sure what the mission is actually about." Aziraphale sighed, toying with a ring on his pinkie. "I was just told to come up here to Glasgow and to come to the hospital to perform a miracle, but no other details, not even sure what it's meant for or for who, if that's the case."
Campbell looked at him, then laughed. "You're a loony too, aren't you?"
"I am not." Aziraphale replied, looking confused. "Though if you ask my fellow an- coworkers, they'd see me as such, I'm sure. Never was one for following what they did and all that, quite troublesome in the long run, but I like my life as it is, thank you very much."
"Amen to that, Aziraphale!" Campbell chuckled and spun in his seat. "So, what's this mission about? You can tell me, pretty sure no one would believe me if I told 'em I'm talkin' to a guy who no one else can see but me!"
Aziraphale looked nervously around before nodding. "Campbell, dear, do you believe in angels?"
"Course I do! I believe in a lotta things! Aliens, sea monsters, pretty damn sure there really is a Bigfoot out there! Angels sound pretty par for the course, yeah? Same with demons. I mean, half the people in this building are here for seein' 'em!"
Aziraphale just gave him a weary smile. "Well, I myself am an angel."
"Prove it." Was the first thing blurted out of Campbell's mouth. Aziraphale raised an eyebrow then pulled his hand down with a snap, and Campbell realized that all the equipment came to life, yet the power switch was still in the off position.
The sounds of Paul McCartney were playing gently from the record player next to them, yet only in the room, not out in the halls.
Aziraphale sat there, leaning back in his seat, hands folded in his lap. Campbell then noticed a hot cup of tea set before him, along with one now in front of himself. The DJ-in-training eyed it carefully before picking it up, giving a sniff, then a sip.
"Holy shit." He said in pure awe and Aziraphale nodded with a smug smile. "That's so bloody amazin'! How the hell-!? Oh, yeah, angel! You're an angel! So, does that mean demons are real? Do ya got wings? Why are you here on Earth? And why do you sound like you're from London?"
"Demons are real, dear, in fact, you sort of look like one I know. I bet he'd have a good laugh about this if he met you. I do have wings, but it would be wise not to open them in here, it's so clean and organized, would be sad if I broke something. I'm here to protect Earth, have been for a very, very long time. And I live in London! I'm just here for a mission."
"Oh, yeah, mission, hmm..." Campbell sipped the tea again, thinking. "Do you gotta bless this place?"
"That's what I'm suspecting." Aziraphale sighed, taking a drink from his own cup. "I wish that Heaven would give me more details, but they've gotten into those whole thing with sending useless memos, it makes it so hard to know what I'm meant to be doing."
Campbell shrugged. "Might just be easy to bless the place, God knows it could do with one or two. Not that it's bad here, rather like it, got lots of friends, and a job!" He patted the desk. "Oh! You should stick around! Got a show tomorrow, starts at five! It's great, we even take requests! What do you like?"
"Oh, well, uh, I'm not good with more modern music. My friend says that the latest I go seems to be the sixties. Can't blame me, there were a lot of classics that came out then. I do like classical music mainly, and musical theater."
"You look the type." Campbell laughed. "Well, I'll see what I can dig up!"
Aziraphale nodded, smiling, before setting his cup down. "I should get back to work, I'll bless this place, it won't always be in place, but there will be times when things get a bit better for you all."
Campbell nodded, watching him stand up. "Wait, before you go, how come I can only see you, not anyone else?"
The angel stopped at the door, frowning in thought. "I'm... I'm not sure, it's ineffable, it seems." He smiled knowingly, like it was an inside joke, before he bid Campbell good bye with a smile and a wave.
The boy sat there, suddenly feeling a bit lighter in spirit, and more inspired with what he wanted for his set for tomorrow. He had a great idea of what he wanted as a theme to go along with his requests!
#campbell bain#aziraphale#takin' over the asylum#good omens#good omens extended universe#john's drabbles
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Requested: Yes.
Pairing(s): Corpse Husband x Top Male Reader
Warning(s): Fluff, Tall/Soft Boi Reader, Nail Painting, Cursing.
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A frown settled upon my lips as I watched Corpse run his hands through his hair for the millionth time as his foot tapped furiously against the ground. He's been a bit off lately and I couldn't help but feel bad since I haven't been around much to help him relax, nor to make sure he at least got a few hours of sleep. So wanting to make it up to him I had went to the store a little while ago to buy some new nail polish and nail polish remover, obviously making sure to get him black while I got a few pastel colors for myself, since I had noticed that the polish on his nails was already chipping away and it was a fun bonding thing he and I would do every once in a while when we had time.
"Hey baby" I spoke softly, walking up to the seated male on the couch as I squated down between his legs, resting my elbows on his thighs and my chin on my palm, barley having to look up at him since I was considerably taller than him, but my sudden actions caused his attention to avert towards me and away from his phone, where I could've guessed was the source of his stress. "Wanna paint each others nails?" I smiled brightly, watching as he set his phone down and managed to let out a soft chuckle despite his rather deep voice, before reaching out to cup my cheek with his hand and pull me in for a sweet but gentle kiss that had my heart fluttering, "As long as it's black" and just the sight of his smile had me swooning as I kissed his cheek and stood up, easily towering over him. "Of course! I'll go get the supplies!" I cheered happily before running off to the kitchen to grab the Wal-Mart bag filled with nail supplies.
Once I got back I plopped myself beside him on the couch, crossing one of my legs while swinging the other over his thighs so I could rest his hand on my thigh, nearly giving myself a heart attack when I almost spilt the nail polish remover on my ripped up jeans, but it was worth it to hear him laugh at my sudden curses and panicked state. "Yeah yeah keep laughing or I'll get it on you instead" I joked playfully, finally going at his fingers with a cotton ball so I could remove the chipping nail polish.
"[Y/n]-"
"I'm kidding! I promise."
I couldn't help but chuckle when I saw the way he looked at me, the wary and yet teasing look in his eyes made my smile grow as I started applying the black nail polish, making sure I didn't get any of it on his skin. However my smile couldn't help but falter a bit when I saw his eyes occasionally glancing back at his phone, "Hey baby, you know you can always come to me if you need to talk or somethin,' I won't pressure you, but you know I'm always here for you right?" My tone came out soft, yet merely above a whisper as I switched to his other hand, noticing the way it balled up before laying flat on my thigh. "I know.. I just don't want to bother you" I halted for a moment, letting his words process as I put the cap back on the nail polish, since I had just finished with his nails and adjusted my position so that my leg was off of him, and wrapped my arms around him instead, pulling him into a hug where he hid his face in the crook of my neck.
"Baby you could never bother me, as I said before I'd never pressure you but you can always share your burdens with me, cause I love you, and I'll always be here for you." A small smile tugged at my lips as I gently rubbed my hand up and down his back, hearing a sigh slip past his lips as I took one of his hands in mine, running my thumb along his knuckles while being mindful of the still drying paint on his nails. "I know.. I've just been over thinking about a lot lately" A dull ache pulled at my heart from his words, knowing that his anxiety can get the best of him sometimes, so bringing his hand up I placed a gentle kiss on the back of it, before moving to kiss his cheek and finally capturing his lips with my own.
The kiss was sweet and gentle, and I couldn't help but blush at the sight of his smile, which never failed to make me feel like I was on cloud nine. "Then how about we cuddle up and watch a movie while we wait for your nails to dry?"
"Sounds good, what we gonna watch?"
"Corpse Bride!"
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Sam Winchester: Out of the closet
Pride Collection 2021 June 5th
Pairing: AU! Sam W. x Sister!Reader
Pov: Y/n
Warnings: Coming out, support from a family member. Mentions of Dean and John.
Summary: Finally feeling comfortable you tell Sam your biggest secret, but you think NO you know he can handle it seeing as he is your big brother.
Word Count: 1.4k
A/N- Bisexual, @firefly-graphics for the bisexual dividers Supposed to be posted on the 5th of June, but was unfortunately postponed to the 6th of June
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Today is the day that I'm going to tell Sam my most important secret.
I've had this secret for years now. It started my last year in high school, and with Sam being the older brother is, when he left for college he took me with him.
Anyways, He got me set up in an apartment, he came and visited me every other day. Going to class, and just being normal was nice, and it lasted for a while.
There was a party for the seniors that year. I toyed with the idea of dressing up and going out or just stayin' home and studying. I was very much Sammy when it came to my schooling. Something that I'd just learned from him over the years.
I just made a choice deciding that one night of partying wouldn't hurt me or my schooling. So I dressed up in a short red dress, black flats, and the only thing I had taken with me before leaving Dean and John.
Slipping into a black jacket that was a size too big, but smelled like my older brother Dean. I grabbed my keys and left. I had never gone to a party if you don't include the father-daughter dance that John half-ass took me to the Sam ended up having to save me from. Or the random school dances that I had.
Showing up to this party everyone's eyes were on me. It was a weird sensation to be stared at but in a sorta good way. In a way that made me wonder.
Very quickly I had a few guys surrounding me, their actions were pointless as I ignored them, and I left them to discuss between themselves. One good thing that John has taught me was not to take shit from anyone, I think he forgot that also meant him.
But regardless of that, I went to go see if I could find a few friends. I was met with a beautiful woman, her long legs covered in jeans with thigh-laced-up boots and a relieving t-shirt.
It didn't click then, or later on when I was tapped on the shoulder by a taller version of the woman. He had short blonde hair, dressed like every other jock, but the immediate feeling, sense I got from him was nothing but lust.
Now it's been seven years, seven years for me to try out things with many different people, and figuring myself out along the way. I've come to the conclusion that I don't just like the men that serve me coffee in the morning, or the women that I do yoga with.
Sam's older now, just by a year his beautiful wife and his kids, live in a small starter home at the end of our quiet town. Sam's wife has always taken a liking to me. And their kiddos call me Auntie.
It all around a great part of my life to be around my family. To be around so much love and admiration for each other. But the fear of saying the truth, the fear of telling my older brother makes me worry.
Makes me worry that I'll spill the truth on a silver platter and be told I'm not worthy of that love and admiration that I crave to have, that I enjoy seeing.
Sometimes it floats around, I can see even if it for just a brief moment. I can it flutter around Sam's kids, or him and his wife the way they share just a longing happy look for each other.
"I hate to bother you two live birds, but I was wondering if I could take the kiddos out for ice cream?" I ask Sammy, he smiles and says "Sure just be careful. Love ya." I gather their two kids up and well chase each other to my car.
In moments like this, I sometimes wish I already had kids. I also wish that their uncle and grandfather could be here to see them grow and flourish into strong men and strong women.
But regardless, we listen and sing along to a special playlist that we made together. Just a thing for the three of us to enjoy. "Auntie, play our songs please!"
Sam's youngest says her politeness reminds me of him. "Yeah, Auntie you gotta play our songs and sing along with us this time!" Sams oldest screams, he looks like Sam, but in reality, has the personality and swagger of Sam's wife.
We make it to our favorite ice cream place. They always get the same things, no matter the time of the season. "You two outta try something different," I say to them, they give me a look of 'How dare you to tell me to get something different.' I giggle, and we walk out to the shop.
Getting the kiddos back, and in bed was a task. They gave their kisses to me, and then to Sam. Their mother takes them to bed, so nows it's just my brother and me. "Good night pumpkins, Auntie loves you," I say Watching the two of them holding their hands and walk down the hallway.
There's no better time to tell him.
"Hey, are you okay Y/n?" Sam asks an almost empty beer in his hand. He's sitting across from me at the dinner table. I'm in my own thoughts, I'm brought back when I feel Sam's socked foot hit the bottom of my foot.
"Yeah, you could say that I'm okay," I say back, I'm starting to worry about what he might say, maybe I shouldn't say anything.
"Look, I'm your older brother, I know when somethin' is bothering you," Sam says with a hopeful look. I frown, I might as well say the truth, that's something that Sam and I promised each other when we left Dean and John.
"Nothing is bothering me, Sammy, I just need to say something to you and I don't know how to phrase it." He puts his beer down and get's up grabbing my hand and taking me outside.
He'd always done this with me when we were younger. Dragging me to the open yard, he plopped down to the grass and drug me with him. He'd tell me when I was young, to look up in the sky and feel the earth below me. To let go of worries, and be calm be thoughtful.
"Sam, what are we doing out here? We aren't kids anymore." I said closing my eyes. "Y/n just please, do this for me. Maybe you'll figure out a way to phrase your thoughts." He said
I thought as he told me to do. It was nice to feel everything around me and not so much worry about things. "Are you better now Y/n?" Sam asked, I opened my eyes and smiled.
"A little yeah," I said, I might as well just say it, let it be in the open. Regardless of what Sam may think, or even say I'm just going to go for it. That's at least one major thing, Sammy, as taught me over the years.
"Sammy.. I've thought long and hard about telling you and even saying this out loud, but I'm bisexual," I said getting up and looking at my older brother.
He'd yet to give me a reaction, no change in his facial expression, no words yet spoken. It was just quiet, the weird unsettling silence, that gives me anxiety. Makes me worry that the sweet moment between a brother and his sister will forever be lost, that I'll never get to see my nephew and niece again.
But before I know it I'm encased in Sam's overbearing arms, he's hugging me tightly, reassuring me that he loves me, tell me that he proud of me. Everything thought that I had was wrong. He's my brother, after all, he knows me better than anyone.
"Can I ask a question, peanut?" He said, using a nickname he'd used many years ago. We were still hugging, I hummed. "Am I the first person you've officially told?" Sam asked.
I thought a minute, my partners that I'd been with hadn't really known, so yeah Sam was the first to know. "Yeah, I think you are Sammy," I said holding on tight to his hug.
"I just want you to know that I love you, and I'm always here for you peanut. Why don't you and I go out for the weekend tomorrow? Spend some quality time together?!" He asked. I smiled and hummed.
There was nothing better than being excepted and loved. Not only that but it also felt like a thousand-pound rock had been lifted from my shoulders by telling Sam.
Completed on: 06/05/2021
Posted on: 06/06/2021
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delicate; b.barnes
chapter four - mri’s & other modern commodities
delicate masterlist
word count: 1.8k
synopsis: bucky faces his first day of treatment, and discovers some new things along the way: some scary, some awesome, some maybe slightly embarassing.
pairings: bucky barnes x fem!reader
[A/N]: not my gif
When he woke up, he scanned his room, making sure everything was the same as how he left it the night before. Making sure no one came in while he was asleep and poisoned his brain. Making sure he was waking up in his living quarters in Wakanda and not a damp cell in some secret Hydra base. It was just something he did now.
Some may call it paranoia, others may call it adaptation. Either way, once he stepped outside and made sure he was alone, he allowed himself to take a breath.
Today was the day, the first day of official treatment. He had no idea what to expect; he was just hoping to high heavens that it would end up working. Freedom. That's all he wanted. Liberation from the chains Hydra had had around him since he fell from the train all those years ago.
He was apprehensive for sure, but he tried his best to keep himself optimistic. Bucky was sure that Shuri was smarter than any Hydra scientist he once came in contact with. So, if they can tear apart his mind, perhaps she can put it back together. Right?
Her in addition to (Y/N). That psychologist woman. He had spoken to her the day before at the lake. She was funny, and she seemed decently easy to talk to. That's a good sign, he guessed. She told him that she hadn't minded relocating to assist in his treatment, but he honestly couldn't make out her true feelings. She was rather hard to read. Perhaps it was a psychologist thing; he tried not to look too far into it.
He waited outside his door until two Wakandans came to escort him to Shuri. Bucky noticed they were armed. Guards. He wasn't surprised nor did he blame them. However, that didn't make it any easier to trust. He hadn't had that luxuy in a very long time. The former assassin fought against the voice in the back of his head telling him to analyze their every move in order to ensure that he wasn't in any danger. That any minute they weren't going to strap him down and rip his brain apart the way it had been so many times before. So many times. He gave the slightest wince at the thought. His brain suddenly felt prickly, painful memories creeping up on him.
Not now, don't think about it.
Sometimes, if he fixated on the thoughts for too long, he would drive himself to this panicked state of fear and constriction. He wasn't sure exactly what this thing was. All he knew was that these things - these episodes - were extremely unpleasant, and utterly unnecessary at the moment.
He shook his head (somehow hoping that this would rid him of the prickly memories like a dog shaking off water), strands of long brown hair swaying quickly in front of his eyes, and fixed his gaze to the floor.
Floor. Floor. Floor. Floor. Just the floor. The floor. The floor. The floor-
"Sergeant Barnes!" Shuri welcomed him happily.
Oh. He was in the lab now. He let out a breath he didn't realize he was holding. Let's do this.
"Good morning," he smiled, "and just Bucky's okay."
"Of course, of course. This is my lab! Best place in Wakanda in my humble opinion. Today's only the first day of treatment, so nothing too intensive. But, we will be working all the same!"
He glanced around the lab. The guards were at the doorway and they didn't look like they were leaving anytime soon. Again, he wasn't surprised. Moreover, sitting at a table a few feet from Shuri, was a familiar face. This familiar face soon met his gaze.
"Hi, Bucky" (Y/N) greeted, offering a polite smile. "See! I remembered this time."
Bucky grinned. "Are you still (Y/N), or is it Dr. (Y/L/N) since we're in the lab now?"
"I'm always (Y/N)."
"I don't know, if I went to school for as long as you did, I'd make everyone call me Doctor," Shuri added.
(Y/N) laughed. "Well, if you want to call me Doctor you're more than welcome, Shuri."
"That's the spirit, Doc," she declared before turning to Bucky. "Now, follow me and we'll get a quick MRI done."
"A what?" He quickly caught up to Shuri who already started walking away.
"An MRI. It stands for magnetic resonance imaging. Basically, scanners use strong magnetic fields, magnetic field gradients, and radio waves to generate images of the organs in the body."*
Yes, very basic.
(Y/N) leaned over to Bucky, explaining softly, "It's used to form pictures of the anatomy and the physiological processes of the body."**
"Oh."
"You just lay down and it scans you. Y'don't even feel anything."
"Thats... not too bad, I guess."
"It's a bit of a tight fit though, so I hope you're aren't claustrophobic."
Bucky rubbed the back of his neck. "Well, after cryo, I doubt tight spaces will be too much of a bother for me."
"Right," said (Y/N), "but it's still decently in your personal space. Just so you know - so there's no surprises."
He nodded. They didn't say anything until Shuri stopped short in front of them. She stood a couple feet from a shiny metal table which was lined up in front of an equally shiny and metallic semi-cricle arch. It was long enough to fit - well, would you look at that - a body.
"Oh. I guess there is a surprise," (Y/N) blurted, turning to Shuri, confused. "That isn't like any MRI machine I've ever seen."
"That's because you're in Wakanda," Shuri flashed a proud smile. "Tech's a bit... advanced here."
(Y/N) turned to Bucky. He thought he saw something resembling self consciousness flow across her features, but he wasn't sure.
"Sorry, I guess I was wrong. But, honestly this is way better than a typical MRI set up. It's much more open... and wide. Regularly, it would be like a super narrow tube with hardly any space inside. This way, you'll even be able to see us and the rest of the room."
That's good. More space. More freedom. And he'll be able to see her- them, see them.
Shuri clapped. "Alright! Shall we get started then?"
He had no idea how any of this worked; he was way out of his element here. He just barely learned what a damn MRI was, and had to hide his shock when he found out. Medicine has changed dramatically since 1945. Although it is helpful, he is completely clueless. Great.
"Do I jus-just lay on the table?" He asked, unsure.
"Yep! Just lie there and be absolutely still, and I'll do the rest," Shuri replied, reassuringly as she walked around to a control panel next to the machine, preparing to start.
Bucky took his place on the thin metal table, and he thought he was seeing things. Was it was levitating? Honestly, from what he's seen so far he wouldn't even be surprised. He stared up at the ceiling, getting lost in thought. A string of various questions and uncertainties fluttered through his battered mind.
Would the metal arm interfere with the magnet- oh. Right. No arm. Just a scan, no need to worry. (Y/N) said it would be fine. Can I even trust her Then again, can I even trust anyone yet? She's the best I got right now. Damn it, I wish I wasn't so wary of everyone.
"Hey," a gentle voice pulled him out.
He looked over to the left of him, the side with no arm. (Y/N).
"I can practically hear your brain whirring around right now - which is justified - but do you need anything?"
'Do you need anything?' He hadn't heard that phrase in a while.
He adjusted his body on the table. "I'm alright, just... a bit out of my element here."
She nodded, knowingly. "Honestly, me too. This lab looks like somethin' out of a sci-fi movie for me, so I can't imagine what it must feel like to you."
She was looking down at him. He felt vulnerable, exposed. It seemed like she noticed.
"Here, I have an idea."
With that, she turned and grabbed something from a nearby table. Rotating around to face him again, she displayed what she had taken: a pair of headphones... but without a wire? What the hell?
"Are they broken?" he asked, feeling perpetually confused.
"No, they're wirelessly connected to my phone. It's called bluetooth."
The look on his face was almost laughable.
"Bluetooth? What kind of name is Bluetooth?"
"The kind of name that I didn't invent nor should I be blamed for," she chuckled. "Do you want to listen to music while you're in there? It might help to keep you down on Earth with us."
Music. The thought was almost surreal. He hadn't been privileged with such a pleasure in longer than he'd care to admit. It actually seemed... nice.
"Y-yeah," he said, pondering. "That'd actually be nice."
"Awesome."
She leaned over him to put the headphones on his ears, causing him a very conflicting series of emotions.
First of all, close. She was very close to his face. His face, his eyes, his nose, his lips. It almost seemed a tad bit intimate. And then he realized he hadn't been this close to a woman in forever. A real woman, not some fellow assassin he had to take out. He hoped the shy embarrassment he felt didn't show on his cheeks.
Second of all, she was wrapping something around his head, his brain. He tried not to, but he couldn't stop the muscle memory of what he'd been conditioned to feel. Hydra's machine would wrap around his head and rip his psyche apart. His mind expected pain, the worst pain, the dehumanizing, out of body, mind splitting pain. He hoped the way he flinched ever so slightly didn't offend (Y/N).
She didn't seem offended, and her voice was soft. "You're good. Just music and a scan. Then you're done."
He looked up at her face, reassuring and calm. He took a deep breath.
"Good?" she asked.
He nodded. "Think so."
"If it's too much at any point just let us know, and we'll pull you right out. It's your comfort level, your choice."
His choice. Choice. Control. The prospect gave him comfort.
She gave him one last look before stepping away and signaling Shuri to start the machine. The seemingly levitating table began a smooth descent into the machine when the music started playing. It almost startled him, but he then he was pleasantly surprised by what he heard.
There were loud drums, guitar riffs with attitude, and voices that had so much emotion they were almost screaming. It was like no music he had ever heard before, and he loved it. In fact, he was so into it that he didn't even notice when the MRI had finished. That is, until he felt a feather light hand on his shoulder. His eyes opened, and (Y/N) had the biggest grin on her face. While taking the headphones off of him, she looked very pleased with herself.
She looked at Shuri but declared to no one in particular, "Bucky likes Rock and Roll!"
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* = from wikipedia
** = from wikipedia
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official
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a.n. hiii, this is my first full length fic, no one asked for this but this is the concept that i’ve been daydreaming about so here you go :) hope you enjoy and feedback is always appreciated <3
how you and harry make things official
You'd been ‘seeing’ Harry for about 3 months, he’d been introduced to you by your mutual friends in London. The only thing was, you weren't really together, not as far as you were concerned at least. Your and Harry's relationship was seemingly casual, you hooked up, slept over at each other's places, ordered take out and watched shitty reality tv every Friday night while complaining about your shitty weeks at work (after hearing about her for three months he’d began to really hate Rachel from your office) and most other things people in relationships did. Just you guys did it without the labels and strings.
And you'd had no problem with that at first, you understood. He was busy, wasn't always around, or had the most reliable schedule. But as you approached 4 months of whatever you and Harry had going on, you started to get more questions from both of your friends about the more intimate and logistical details of your relationship. You had begun to get pretty good at getting around them or changing the subject, but that didn't mean the nagging feeling in your gut went away when they asked.
//
That's exactly what's happening currently, you’d gone out with your two best friends to a bar in the city. They’d been begging for a catch up for a week, but you'd been at Harry's for the week because he wanted ‘all the time he could get’ before he had to go to LA for a couple of weeks to put finishing touches on his album.
But now you were all squished together into a tiny booth in the corner of the bar, and you were listening to your friend Lindsey complain about the new project she was doing in work and how it was way below her pay grade when Destiny jumps in when she’s finished turning herself to face you
‘So, how’s your boyfriend’ she asked you. Knowing she emphasized the ‘boyfriend’ to get you to spill if you and Harry made it official yet you sighed.
‘He's not my boyfriend, you know that, no strings’
‘Yeah I know that, but I also know you’re delusional. You just spent a week straight at his house and you're both not seeing other people so… what's the harm in labeling it.’ she trailed off ‘do you want that with him?’ Lindsey asks when you don't start talking
‘Of course, I want that, at least think I do, just what we've got going on is good, y’know, there's no pressure on it and it's easy’ you sigh ‘plus he’s Harry and there's a lot more that comes with being in a relationship with him than just anyone else’
‘So find someone else, no drama, sorted,’ Lindsey says ‘no-i- that's not what I meant, just meant it'll be harder’ ‘have to ask yourself if this is what you want, you two can't go on like this forever’ she explains ‘And if it is, talk to him, now backing out this time, ‘cause you said you were gonna talk to him about this like a month ago too.’
‘I know, and i will, promise this time, but he's gone for a couple of weeks anyway don't want to do it over facetime so it'll have to wait till he's home’
//
After your meet up with Lindsey and Destiny you spent a lot more time than you probably should've thinking about what to do, about you, about harry and about your relationship with harry, if you can even call it that.
He gets back from LA on Friday now, it was your plan to go over to his house, order take out, watch a film or help him unpack like you two always do when he gets back from long periods away because he ‘missed you the most and needs to see you asap.’
But this time you were going to talk to him, no chickening out.
//
You’d agreed to meet Harry at his place on Friday, you finished work around 3pm and he wasn't going to be home till at least 7 maybe 8pm. But you went over anyway letting yourself in with a key he gave you about a month ago saying ‘f’ emergencies love, or when your flat mate’s getting on your fuckin’ nerves’.
Truthfully you didn’t know what you were going to do at Harry's for 4-ish hours alone but you figured it was better than sitting anxiously at home or at your desk at work. At least it gave you time to think, make a plan of action, because as you'd realised sometime in the past two weeks, there was a very real chance that this was all Harry wanted, that this is where you’d end. Because there was no way you could lay it all out for him just to go back to glorified friends with benefits.
Leaving your coat and work bag at the door when you arrived, you make your way to his kitchen to make some tea before getting comfortable on the couch in the living room, appreciating what you assume is the calm before the storm.
//
At around 7pm, exactly when he promised, you hear a car pull up the driveway and what can only be Harry's heavy footsteps in the hallway. ‘Love, you here, got taken away on the way home’ he called out as you got up to go meet him in the kitchen.
‘Mm, missed you’ you reached up to peck his cheek ‘but I missed this more’ as you started taking the containers out of the take out bag ‘but I missed this more’
‘Heyyy!, not true and you know it.’
‘Yeah, keep telling yourself that.’
‘C’mon, jus’ shut up and eat.’
//
You’d been like this for a few hours. He was laying on the couch with you on top of him. Your head on his chest, with the tv playing in the background. Harry was drifting off to sleep, jetlag finally catching up to him but you were wide awake. Sighing a bit too loudly and moving to get up you suddenly felt a pair of hands gripping to your waist.
‘Where y’ goin’ love’ Harry murmurs, his eyes still closed. ‘Just to get some water, go back asleep.’ You answered him but he didn't let go of you leaving you sat in his lap with you looking up at you from his position laying down.
‘Are y’ alright, seem, um, stiff’ He questioned, you could tell he knew something was off and he was harry so he probably wouldn't give up till you told him, so now or never you thought. No chickening out.
‘um, Harry, I've, um, been meaning to talk to you about this for a while’ You started, pausing after to properly think of how to do this, you hadn't thought it’d go like this in your head. You thought it’d be in his kitchen maybe bedroom but definitely not when you were basically straddling him on the couch.
His voice interrupted your thoughts, prompting you to carry on ‘C’mon spit it out love, what's wrong.’
‘Nothings wrong, well I don't think anything wrong, i- just. Harry what are we?’ You finally just ripped the bandage off, thinking there was no point to really skip around it.
‘Oh, well,’ he paused. ‘We're us.’
‘No, H, I mean are we like, together’
‘Where's this comin’ from love’ as he started to stroke your thigh feeling that you were starting to back away from him, as much as you could at least.
‘Just, y’know, friends, people, are asking. We've been doing this for a while, H, bound to come up at some point’
‘Well, what do you want to do about it then, have t’ tell me, not a mind reader love.’ He chuckled.
‘Are we together, or I don't know can we be.’ After everything you’d done together, he still seems to make you nervous, both butterflies from being giddy and deathly terrified of his answer.
His reaction to that was not what you expected at all his face erupted into one of the biggest smiles you've ever seen him wear. ‘Like boyfriend and girlfriend?’ He grins at you
‘Yeah, I guess, yeah like boyfriend and girlfriend.’ You’d moved back to lay on him, and now your face was buried in his neck, even with the smile on his face the still small chance that this was the end was still eating at your nerves.
Harry sat up suddenly, with you now sitting in his lap he tightened his arms around your waist almost as if he knew you'd try to squirm out of his grasp, and tried to coax you to look at him.
‘Y’ askin me yo be ya boyfriend, babe?’ he's got a shit-eating grin on his face now and that's exactly the reaction you needed for the weight of rejection to be lifted off of you.
‘Guess I am, what's your answer.’
‘No no no, never actually asked me did ya can’t answer if y’ don't ask’
‘You're really making me do this h?’ You stared and raised your eyebrows at him.
‘Yeah, c’mon love thought there was somethin’ you wanted to ask me.’ You could tell he was enjoying this, and you tried to completely let your guard down and play along.
‘Okay, will you, Harry Styles, do me the honour of being my boyfriend?’ your voice was dripping with sarcasm but you both knew what you were asking was sincere.
‘Thought you’d never ask babe’ he said while his hand cupped your jaw moving your face to finally kiss you.
As you pulled away he was smiling at you, bigger than you’d seen him smile for a while. ‘Think I'm gonna be good at this boyfriend thing, don't you?’
‘Yeah I do’ you sighed as he lay back on the couch where you guys were sitting. You had your arms wrapped around his waist as he was tracing up and down your back. You really couldn’t remember what you were so nervous about 3 hours ago.
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