#What does one tag their random gender thoughts

[traderoftrouble]

Weird non-binary thoughts incoming. Now that I've been on T a while, I've started being perceived as male which is good because I prefer to be seen as masculine but it is also deeply weird.

On one hand, yay!! I am not a girl and others can tell!!

On the other hand, Uhh... I'm not a boy either tho...

Like what I would give for they/them to be normalized within the general public to the point where calling a salesperson "that lady" or "that man" just wouldn't occur.

idk, it's a weird thing. I can just tell when someone uses he/him for me bc they see my name, and they see my trans vibes and are like "ah yes, this person wants me to use he/him!!" And I'm grateful since they have excellent intentions and are being overtly kind in doing so, however, I feel ever so slightly evil and sad since it's still not quite right.

Same feeling as when I have to say no to food that someone's brought bc of my allergies. Like I apologize for ruining your kindness via my oddness, now it is awkward. Dang it.

I don't correct any customers/strangers I interact with for less than 10mins because ultimately it doesn't matter to me since their opinions don't change how I feel abt myself, but sometimes I just think about it.

[kalims]

⭒ㅤwhose (not) random kid

premise. crash landing from the future is apparently your kid, not that you know that anyway... in the form of a mixture between you, and your... supposed counterpart, clues are bound to pile up as to whose child this is.

parts. rosehearts, kingscholar, ashengrotto, al asim, schoenheit, shroud, draconia

cont. gender neutral reader, use of 'mada' which is just 'mama' and 'dada' cut in half for our resident shrimp (aka yuu), octavinelle's shady business deserved it's own tag, 7.0k words

note. hiii again! it took a whole month for this to come out hehe. my honest opinion, the kid here is the cutest I've had to write. I really love em' 🤎 most of the good parts of this fic is near the end where they start interacting with yuu!

azul

ashengrotto did not do things himself–it sounds bad, by extension. like he was incompetent but most of the student body of the school knew better than to assume so, much less say it out loud. associating with him came with consequences, but much larger rewards to sow if you were actually useful for him to keep close.

why should he exert much effort from the body when his mind had already done the work? he rewarded his employees well after all.

his grip was iron. figuratively, and literally. no slip through for an exit, if he let go then it was because he wanted to. he does things when he wants to and watches it all play with a critical eye. he let his actor take point center, relish the spotlight where in the end, he can bask under the light. what was rewards without hardships?

azul does things for you despite himself.

like now, he’s desperately trying to pluck out every thought of you like a needle stuck in hay from his mind because he was not at the local store for you, but for a business opportunity.

like before, when he would inevitably grace you with pointers for advanced lessons for better preparation. muttering something about him not nurturing employees that lack the essence of his dorm–intelligence, and wit. 

like after, he’s not so sure if there is one now. who would take back what he said? him? ashengrotto?

everything is so within a script he plays that he tells himself that he let you storm off because he willed it. 

“you wouldn’t know what it’s like to be special,” he shouldn’t have regretted the remarks that flew from his mouth as a defense mechanism that wrapped around himself and inevitably pushed you away. azul was special because he made himself to be (and you were special to him in a way that was irrevocably lost to him).

what did you do? how did you do it?

azul did not want to hold onto someone so sought after, he wouldn’t handle it well if you chose another warmth to run into, he only made investments that he was sure he would win.

he watched when you straightened abruptly from his words. like his voice struck you even when he made sure it was a sound that drew joy from you, you don’t look happy. you breezed past him like the wind, not unkindly but something fleeting that he can’t grasp at.

after all, no one can hold onto the wind.

a pair of eyes follow his frisky movements with amusement–since when did the perceptive, at ease azul struggle to focus picking off the most ripe ruby berries? he’d been staring at the fruit for so long that even floyd, whose attention was frayed by other aisles.

jade had only been interested in the mundane task of shopping when he spotted a tray of fungi on sale, his eyes sparkled. so azul compromised to purchase some free of charge if he was diligent in his work afterward. over time the interest faded, it was simply routine until he exited the aisle after a quick skim and found azul in the same spot.

then floyd got interested at whatever jade was standing by and idly observing.

now, they’re both looking at azul.

“he’s still sulking?” floyd scrunched up his nose as azul threw a perfectly decent ruby berry back into the basket, in his opinion anyway why was there a need to spend so much time finding perfect ones? azul was not as interesting to poke at considering he hadn’t blown up at floyd yet.

marine creatures are much more fun when they puff up. he had told his brother who agreed without any insight.

azul can only take much of floyd, and if he’s still keeping to himself by now it must have been serious.

and! more fun to see if pushed too hard. chuckled floyd in his head.

jade does not stray his eyes from azul. “it appears so.” he agreed with a light hum, he took the pack of eggs from floyd’s hands and set it in the basket before the latter got any ideas of breaking it–more so if it was related to throwing them at azul’s head specifically.

“but i would say it is brooding rather than sulking.” he added unhelpfully to azul’s case to which floyd merely shrugged in response.

“you do know i can still hear you both?” azul drawled from the stands. seemingly finding two more ruby berries adequate enough so he discards them at the basket hanging from his inner elbow. when he has forcefully moved his gaze from the fruits to the two, he is given the full extent of the amusement on their faces.

for floyd, lack thereof.

“indeed.” jade flashed him a smile.

floyd continued for him, shifting on his feet with one hand buried beneath his pocket. “that’s why we’re talking, azul.” cause you can hear us.

in response, azul merely crinkled the two of his brows. he briefly pondered to grace them with a response, but what would simply be adding more oil to the flame and he greatly disliked fire. the twins offered a brief respite from the hurricane of thoughts that was you, he supposed he could at least be grateful for that.

even if they clearly didn’t intend so and relished his disdain.

he pushes up the rim of his glasses. “all done?” azul interjected. there were far better thing to use with time rather than spend it all teasing him–or for thinking of good old you that didn’t fit into any equation he drew.

he still snuck you in.

thankfully none of the two had the ability to read minds, as it happens jade might be eerily good at reading but peering into his thoughts was out of his range. if they did, he would simply never hear the end of it, could have left them all alone just so he could have a hint of privacy.

jade nodded, azul hands him the list. “double check in case floyd,” he glared pointedly at said male. “forgets something like last time.”

the last time azul was negligent in checking twice, floyd hadn’t been able to grab a bottle of witch’s essence. mostly because of the presence of you, where floyd had found trailing after you far more interesting than browsing the aisles for what he was supposed to get.

he was supposed to be irritated, he was until he was simply just a bit grateful floyd was near to ward off a persisting customer of the shop who found your ‘less than interesting magic-less capabilities’ apparently interesting enough to poke fun at.

azul didn’t take you with them anymore. due to floyd’s distraction or the possibility you’d be bothered again he isn’t so sure.

of course, he tied off that loose end with jade.

“i don’t get why we couldn’t have done this at sam’s shop.” grumbled floyd, stopping in front of their paths and is then ushered by jade forwards once more. the voice shakes azul from his recollection, that unfortunately was once again related to you–who shall not be named.

jade momentarily eyed azul who stares ahead as if to shake off his piercing stare. “of course, azul would only stop at the best for the prefect.” 

the remark burned him. you who shall not be named burned him, and azul sort of liked it. his cheeks flared with warmth and he cleared his throat, fearful that it would come out as a scrawny, weak, affected croak. “this is for our new exclusive offer.” azul retaliated.

“so the birthday bash offer was not for the prefect whose birthday is today?” jade retorted.

the excited it’s shrimpy’s birthday? from floyd was only entertained by his brother who nodded in confirmation. he looks away from azul who made it a point to drill him a stare on the side of his head.

“that makes sense.” floyd said, stopping to lean by the register where the other two transfer their item of goods from the basket to the counter. “everyone else doesn’t deserve anything but nothing except for shrimpy.”

besides the other students that you had ‘beast tamed’ that extended to the twins, jade took you in steadily when you proved to be a fascinating specimen while floyd took more convincing when you pointedly ignored his attempts at intimidation.

now the tweel won’t even leave you alone. azul is only ever grateful a few times for it.

when thought about once, you embedded deeper in the mind. it must be what floyd as doing because he spoke again. “i haven’t seen shrimpy in a looong time,” he pouted, the cashier had rung up half the items at that point. looking sleep deprived, and their chatter was merely background noise.

“it’s only been 7 days.” azul corrected, unwilling to voice the and 2 hours that lingered in response to floyd’s quip.

“you could just say a week.” teased jade. “have you been keeping tabs?”

floyd off-handedly took jade’s phone from his pocket, having forgotten his back at the dorm. the latter does not argue considering it was better to let floyd run amok when the things he desired was innocent.

“i simply like to be informed well.” 

ignoring the other two was easy as trein’s class (which was easy because he slept through mot of it). floyd inputted the password of his other and peered as the screen flared to something other than an ominous screen of a forest fungus. he, for one was glad to be free of the sight.

his face does sour into a blach when he finds the last thing jade was on is an online cart full of plants he didn’t bother to remember, and a few he associated with the list of fungi crewel gave them with the book to study for an upcoming test. 

floyd isn’t sure if jade was trying out hands on learning or doing something weird with those… things again, like cooking them up and force feeding it to him.

he shuddered.

“about yuu?”

azul glared, floyd spared a glance to quietly laugh at the expression before returning to the device.

way too bright, he sniffed, swiping down to lower the brightness that was obnoxiously raised to the maximum setting and stopped at the myriad of notifications of missed calls.

“you buddy-buddy with oyster?” queried floyd as he found the number seven next to the red ping of a missed call.

jade tilts his head.

“or yellowfin tuna,” he read. “or flounder, or mackerel..”

floyd listed out the names as he scrolled, only pausing when he found the end to be an answered call from you four days ago. azul turns his head after handing off the newly bagged items as they made their way to the exit.

likely, he recognized those to be the species of his employees. 

“we are dorm mates.” jade answered, they weren’t friends, colleagues at most but most prominently dorm mates.

floyd held up his phone. “you got like ten million missed calls from everyone at the dorm at this point,” he snorted. “and message from tuna hours ago about the lounge being in chaos.”

“what?” azul sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. “i left flounder in charge, he’s capable.”

“clearly not capable enough, did azul make a lapse in judgement?”

“why you–”

“floyd.”

___

the dorm was in fact.

not in chaos?

the three stood befuddled at the surprising serene peace of the lounge. azul in particular crossed his arms and wondered when his employees got off making lies about the state of his lounge. if anything the atmosphere was better simply because everyone on the shift seemed to be in a good mood right now.

oyster passed along a bottle of coral sea refresher to a table of savanaclaw students with a smile which could be the sign of the impending doom of the world because all they knew how to do was brood, and brood, and brood about their state of finance as if azul isn’t their answer to that particular problem.

“did you teleport us to the wrong place?” floyd scratched his head.

“how dare you imply i could make a mistake.” azul snapped, reigning his temper in before he could fully grant floyd the satisfaction of seeing his patience fraying.

“you exerted your magic suddenly without pausing for mistakes.” jade chided. usually a teleportation spell could have moments to spare before the final incantation to polish beforehand to ensure the body is in one piece after the travel. a spontaneous one consumed larger magic due to lack of perfection.

if the reservoirs weren’t enough the spell would simply hurt the body instead.

azul sighed. “what can i do? the lounge cannot run well, or at least i was told.” his face twists into a cold stare of annoyance, eyes skimming the room, likely looking for flounder.

to his displeasure, he does not see them. only the startling smoothness that the lounge operates in at the moment. it was a sight that should have brought him satisfaction–just another variable in his equation to separate from his worries.

instead the sourness that had lingered for days now churned in his gut. no matter how much water he drank to flush it out, it stayed and that was strange because you did not.

floyd shrugged his shoulders. “eh, looks good enough to me. since it’s operating so well, we shouldn’t disturb them.” which was the less subtle form of i don’t want to work. azul could not read jade’s expression as usual, so he was unsure if he agreed with floyd or not.

he stared longer around. looking for a crack in the pristine management to put floyd as a temporary bandage

azul slumped his shoulders. “fine.” he relented, not without a heated glare at the side of floyd’s head.

then the eel was huffing, striding to the back where the dark halls extended to the inner dormitory of octavinelle. intimidating on purpose of course, to ward off just in case any stray, wandering customer came to close.

and of course, if they still looked past that. any octavinelle hungry enough for a fool was welcome to name it their prey.

he glanced sideways. “find flounder. we have much to discuss.” jade nodded, did not pry. a more favorable trait between the two brothers if you asked azul.

azul was just about to turn to the direction of his office, sort out his plans for the following week. ensure his current plans are not falling through, ponder about the state of you or maybe he can pick himself out of his towering, fragile pride that he’d let you tip over if you came back.

maybe.

you likely would not though, once he’s chased off someone they don’t come back. he does not give them a reason to, nothing in him to stay anyway. you had nothing but had something that briefly makes his heart stammer in a way that warms him even in the frigid cold of octavinelle.

he would need several hours to shrug off afterwards, lamenting over the time his thoughts scattered and he scampered around in his mind trying to pick off fragments. azul did not waste time, didn’t make the same mistake twice but still sought you out like a symbolic voice.

he’s never heard you sing, but he wants to hear it more than your stifling silence.

frazzled, azul grasps at the edge of his hat. tilting it down to hide even the slightest of skin over his distraught expression. forget about them! he protested against his mind, now his mind won’t even listen to him lately. stop thinking about them…

“azul,”

“not now jade.” he hissed, eyes shut.

“azul,” again.

“i told you to look for flounder just a second ago.”

“i suppose you don’t want to talk about the child skimming through your contracts?”

“whatever you do is none of my–”

blue eyes snap open to jade, tracing the line of sight.

a cold chill shriveled his spine. he had not fully registered the entirety of jade’s words, the word your contracts is what he zeroed in on with lazer focus as his legs jerked to move towards the bar. where he certainly did not keep his contracts and where a child was certainly skimming through quite a few diligently.

where did they find that? his eyes twitched, eyes unrelenting on the little thing. the better question was, who let it inside of mostro lounge! do any of them know he’s not allowed to bring any in here? 

well, no one does.

still! a child? his contracts?

“excuse me,” he halted in front of their tiny frame, their legs barely even meeting the floor and hovering from the stool. if azul had to guess… they required some semblance of assistance to even reach it, begging the question who and why in the world when they are clutching onto his–! “i do believe you should not take what is not yours.”

azul could not help the frown that tugs at his face. he probably looks unfriendly, and frightening to a child now no matter how soft he forced his voice to be. he reaches out and grasps at the edge of the pristine parchment, tugging, smoothly rolling it to tuck into the inside of his coat without another word.

to make up for the sudden motion, he breaks into a smile. “you are not supposed to be here.” he states flatly, half aware of jade’s footsteps coming to a stop beside him.

the eel leans down slightly. 

curiously. the child peers up without a sense of startle, just calm observation.

“mister jade.” they murmured.

said male’s brows quirked. “i would have remembered such a… small specimen.” he says, a subtle jab to their knowledge. a nicer way of prying he typically does not spare for problems, after all, it is a kid.

his eyes drift from the child to azul. not to share a look of confusion but to compare the eerie shade of blue that reflected back at him.

in a surprising act of sincerely, the child blinked and glanced at the hand that used to hold his contracts. “I'm sorry, papa.” they murmured, bowing their head in a show of what seems to be genuine atonement. their hand reaches out and clutches onto the coat of his dorm uniform, azul is feeling more surprised to the fact he hadn't recoiled away.

papa? he's not a papa! he blanched, forcing a wobbling smile.

at their point of eye contact only does he notice the striking similarity of his eyes. it reminded him of himself when he was young, that sort of innocence before it was tainted.

gravely. he shook it off.

though they seemed to have mistaken his silence for anger. their lips purse. “don't be mad.” 

jade eyed the interaction with a glint of surprise. “you clearly shouldn't have a child in the future if you've made one so upset already.”

azul spares him a heady glare. “be quiet, jade.”

the child frowned lightly at that. “don't be mean to mister jade, papa.”

the eel in question grinned lightly. “that's right, papa. don't be so mean to the kind mister over here.”

azul is tempted to make his stare more harsh, and throw in the good old threat. it always worked for employees out of line, even if it was scarce to work on jade. so he had always pinned the punishment on floyd, who would then pester jade about being dragged about his mess.

that was how to keep jade in line.

halfway into it, he remembers the innocent child in front of him. holding onto him like he was their father. well, they certainly thought so. which was an extremely silly thought. still, azul bites his tongue before he can spew any semblance to ink on land.

once, jade had received the unfortunate end to his ink and wasn't too pleased.

safe to say he had never tried to dent his pot ever again.

azul clicked his tongue but for appearances sake, he manages another practiced smile at the kid. turning his head to hide a grimace as they tugged on his coat. “ahem… dear child, you are not supposed to be here.” he started. he wanted to back track, he did not want to sound like that crow! “how did you get here?”

“how about we inquire about this charming little one's name first?” jade cut smoothly.

the child perked up.

“i’m solon!”

azul's lips twitched–

“I haven't thought about a name yet.”

“don't tell me its another business thing? it's just to differentiate marine life!”

“hmph, I am not always so driven to success. I have time for other things, like pondering, and indulging your silly excuses for passing time like naming these creatures..”

“what would you name that little cutie there then?”

a shy little octopus in the corner? he paused. “a wise one named solon.” proudly said.

–downwards.

he wants to knock on his head this instant. how dare he betray himself again by drifting his thoughts to you? azul cleared his throat and feigned a cough. “is that so?” he croaked.

“and azul is your father, is that why you're here?” 

the former shot him a look so incredulous that it was easy to read. you’re kidding. azul’s face read, both a non-verbal message to himself and jade. do i look like a father to you?

jade was almost tempted to give azul a nod out of spite, to see if his expression twist into deeper offense but then again the two had known each other for a while enough to read more clearly than others. they did not use the term friends to describe one another, more of a lasting companionship than anything else.

as long as he continued to be amusing, jade and floyd would stick by him. be occasional thorns on his side but nonetheless still there.

azul opened his mouth to reply before he could get prodded at further.

solon already answered for him with a nod. “yes, my papa.” to which azul’s eyes bulged through the fogging lens of his glasses. jade had never seen him so discombobulated that he could not help an amused, low chuckle under his breath,

always so interesting. he thought with a simpering smile. he’ll stay by for a while it seems. shouldn’t he call floyd to share the laugh?

it was not azul that pushed up the rim of his sliding glasses up the bridge of his nose, but his seeming younger counterpart. “papa’s establishment was failing so i saved it.” they added.

that solves the why is the lounge operating so good. so that means flounder was out of azul’s red zone. for now anyway!

“excuse you?” azul stammered. “mostro lounge is many things, but it is not a failing establishment!”

solon blinked. “oh, it's a mostro lounge? i thought it was an aquarium.”

“azul was always thinking of having something other than a restaurant for business.” jade mused in reply.

azul could not believe the audacity of this child. coincidentally looking the same as him or not… sharing the same name he shared only with you or not… mostro lounge could only be his only real child, something he raised from ground up with his own blood, sweat and tears yet here was this strange child…

he glanced up, watching the lounge around. azul will not deny that if solon really took care of mostro lounge in his absence, and flounder’s apparent incompetence…

his eyes glimmered. a business opportunity! his mind swooned. “would you like to work for me?” azul grinned lightly, voice tinged with sweetness.

again, jade unhelpfully cut in. “you’ll be arrested for child labor.”

oh, right that was a thing.

azul’s smile faded immediately as he sighed. if only chances came to him like this little one on a silver platter everyday, his business would simply be booming. he would even entertain jade’s idea of variety in his line. 

it wouldn��t be too bad.

that way the names you bestowed upon those oblivious fish would be put to use.

ah! internally, he slapped himself.

on the other hand. jade was having the highlight of his day. he would say time of his life but that was only ever reserved for the time azul was scampering around to find a suitable gift for you for… well, no reason that he can remember at all.

after all, he had not been given the pleasure of seeing a pink octopus until then.

in hindsight. he noticed azul was quite down under the works, and even that description was too far off to describe the spiral of a mood that azul seemed to be going through. funny for a while but now quite boring. thankfully, this random child that spoke of odd things made azul interesting once more.

that interest transferred over to them in an instant as he surveyed their form. he had never met this one so he was not so sure how they knew of him, or even spoke so politely with respect for that matter. jade is used to seeing being held in high regard out of fear, not such positive emotion.

a grin breaks his lips apart as he spots the dangling shell initially hidden by their little sweater.

once upon a time he spied on azul giving you the exact same thing…

seems like my theory is correct. 

wouldn’t it be hilarious to slap azul with that kind of truth?

“azuuuuul!”

the said male immediately groaned.

solon eyes brightened, letting go of azul’s coat instinctively as the latter quickly straightened his uniform. azul sighed deeply, bracing his remaining brain cells to stick together as he turned. “floyd, how many times do i have to tell you that yelling is unbecoming in the–”

he shuts his mouth at the sight of a blank faced you.

floyd, proudly it seemed, shook his arms in your direction as if you were a surprise. a surprise yes, but certainly not a pleasant one–! “tada!” cackled floyd, sliding an arm around your shoulders and tilting to the side. you wordlessly followed. “i got a tilting shrimpy with me!”

“kidnapped.” you corrected. not too pleased with the sight of azul either which only seemed to fuel floyd’s amusement. 

oh. is that what it was? floyd was bored and in dire need of a drama to watch?

at first. you did not notice the little kid. neither did floyd considering he only ever paid attention to his area of ‘people’ which happened to be very few right now. so solon slipped from his radar, only paid attention to when he barrelled to your side.

startled. you hold a hand to their head in case they toppled over from the speed and force they ran over to you with.

floyd shamelessly pointed. “an fry shrimplet sticking to the shrimpy!”

all three of you send him incredulous glances.

“mada!” solon exclaimed with bright eyes, briefly glancing at floyd. “and mister floyd!”

the male in question tilts his head, looks at you, looks at solon, looks at azul then back at solon. “the fry talks!” he blinked.

“of course i talk. you’re always weird, mister floyd.” solon replied, not an ounce of intimidation on their chubby little face at floyd hovering until he leaned down to curiously peer at them. he pokes their chubby cheeks with a grin.

“you’re weird.” floyd retorted like it was obvious, another poke to their cheek has his teeth widening. “and round, hey, hey… you kinda look like az–”

“floyd!” azul snapped with rapidly warming cheeks.

when the male frantically waved floyd over–several times until the latter relented and swaggered forwards, you take the chance to adjust your grip on the child. feeling a sort of responsibility to treat youth with care came naturally as you settled one of your hands on the back of their head, letting them nuzzle all they liked on your stomach.

the other smoothed down the curve of their solider. you felt movement against your front, no doubt a delighted quirk of their lips. it brought a light smile of your own despite your initial wariness to be in the same presence as the intruder of your thoughts.

thoughts that came in either harsh hurricanes, memories less than pleasant swirling around in your head like a storm you can only brace yourself from or a gentle breeze, lighter memories that you couldn’t hold onto as they passed.

nor did you want to remember it again.

“hello there,” you greeted politely at the child who tightened their arms in response. when they looked up their lids were blown open, staring upwards at you with what you presume to be marvel. being the object of such a sentiment has you warming, absentmindedly patting their head. “i’m yuu.”

you also miss the look of offense flashing through azul’s face before he schools it into stubborn neutrality.

“i know!” bubbled the increasingly excited child who promptly bit the inside of their cheek lest they overflow. control what you show. solon thought to themselves but that was so incredibly hard when they could only focus on what they feel!

and what they felt was incredible admiration. even if you were unmistakably younger, more expressive due to the passage of time not caressing your soul long enough for you to be a cultivated version of yourself… this was still the same person that made your house a home alongside their father, who took a more prominent role in managing the smooth flow of the home.

you smiled wider, pinching their cheek. you could melt into a puddle with how the adorable fat stretches as you tugged lightly. would it be possible to shake this little one into oblivion out of cuteness? “i’m solon.” newly introduced solon adds, clearing their throat. “but mada, and papa calls me sol.”

mada? your smile doesn’t falter but you do blink slowly. papa?

you sniffed, glancing up the trio who appeared to be watching you with deep fascination. jade, more so, floyd, less so. azul… was staring pointedly at solon. 

“is there a teen father at night raven or did you kidnap some child?” you snorted, tone laced with skepticism. 

jade in particular side eyed azul and you followed his sight and could not help your train of thought as you peered back at solon, noting their similar features. huh.

“not at all.” the eel replied smoothly. “azul was just about to recruit a new hire though.”

you blanched. “that’s illegal!” or at least in your world it was… hopefully in this world it is? azul in question immediately straightened up at the feel of your disappointment rolling in waves and he could not help but sputter in defense of his already shattered reputation by you.

“i knew that!” he cried. too aggressive in the manner he shoves his glasses up the bridge of his nose to actually know that. “why wouldn’t i?”

“probably only seeing madol rather than the law.”

floyd snickers from his side–having grown bored of remaining idle, and instead striding towards you. he grasps at solon’s arm, about to pull them up and you frantically correct his manner of holding a child before letting him lift them up.

he holds him up under his arms and tilting his head. “you’re even smaller than shrimpy.” 

floyd ignores you boldly smacking his side when he feigns dropping solon, who surprisingly does not even yelp in surprise. only blinking when they were temporarily suspended in air, and caught again. this time closer to your side as you tugged on floyd’s arm with a simmering glare.

“that’s a child, floyd!”

“eh? i just see a sticky fry.”

“you need to handle solon with more care. they’re not like me who you can throw around for a bit, i won’t stand for it.”

“shrimpy survived all the rough stuff and now, look. you’re tougher than all those other kids.”

the heat of your stare heightened until floyd pouted and deposited solon to your side. you shuffled several steps backwards. “that’s not how it works.” you pinched the bridge of your nose, refusing to open your eyes when floyd barked out an sure it is! 

you also ignore floyd now attempting to rile you up once more–looking for entertainment, which is apparently you brawling with him.

“how did you even end up here?” you sighed defeatedly. at least you weren’t roped into reconciling with azul, which was what you initially thought when floyd popped out from the octavinelle’s mirror in the chamber. he had spotted you chatting with your heartslabyul companions and when they departed back to the space of their dorms he pounced on you.

no polite requests of letting you go loosened his grip as he hauled you to the lounge.

now you were, not talking to azul but instead holding a smaller version of him it seemed. well, good thing this one was cuter than that idiot.

you were spiralling back to azul and your face must have darkened because solon had paused to eye your microexpressions carefully. the squinting of your eyes, the displeased curl of your lips that only pulled down further the more you unconsciously glanced at azul…

he muttered something under his breath.

again, you sighed. “sorry–what was that?”

strangely enough, floyd stopped speaking.

… so did jade who joined floyd to pester solon with endless questions. do you only stick to shrimps? what do you do for your past time? why are you an algae? would you inform authorities if we took you under our wing? 

you didn’t even want to question the last part.

when you look up floyd’s mouth was open in an intermittent yawn–one of his eyes was shut and there was moisture gathered on the corners. he was still staring quite interestedly at solon while jade seemed to just… stand still as a statue.

neither of them blinked.

feeling just like the day you found out magic was apparently real and people here could just levitate a remote back to them across a room, you snapped your gaze around. even the customers remained unmoving. you spotted a group of savanaclaw, one pointedly having hurled a glass towards a half dead server of octavinelle who had their back turned.

you contemplate walking over to save that guy from a possible injury before identifying said student to be one of your previous perpetrators–getting your stuff (especially when it was from professor crewel. back then you went to classes without much simply because you were too shameful to ask once more for a replacement) dumped in the fountain was indeed no fun.

goodluck with that. you mused in your head. call it your petty way of payback.

you glanced around for moments longer, lingering on kalim’s midst at some table. 

“what in the world…”

apparently azul could move, like you. you’re not sure why and even dreading your predicament. in what world would time freeze and the only one unaffected is you, oh, yeah. your enemy that you self proclaimed in your head? twisted wonderland apparently…

besides your increasingly disgruntled face that you no longer try to mask in the presence of others considering azul is only ever the one you’d show such blatant dislike to now, he looks positively floored. while the turn of his head is slow as he stared around, his eyes are wide through his rims.

the arms encircled around your waist slid off, bringing your attention to solon who frowns lightly. their previous look of sparkling warmth was still present in their eyes, simply dwindled to highlight their look of seriousness. they crossed their arms.

“you’re my before mada,” solon pointed at you, then to azul. “you’re my before papa so now you have to go back to being lovey so i can go back to my mada and papa.”

both of your jaws drop. 

“what?!”

“wait a second–this is going too fast.” you blurted, feeling a bit flustered. who would drop a big bomb like that so suddenly? this kid was saying you and azul have a kid in the far time ahead!

didn’t that mean you chose to stay here? or perhaps you never really did find a way back… 

implications aside, it was certainly… an experience to hear it being said so outright. azul seems to think the same due to him gasping out an: “y-you mean…” he gaped, eyes darting to you and solon with reddening ears. “they’re my… we… have a…?”

gosh he was going to faint.

it was at least a pleasure to witness the eloquent azul struggling to conjure a coherent sentence. the more he glanced at you the more prominent his change of color was. it didn’t help that his attire helped it contrast from his complexion.

solon giggled, momentarily dropping their face of seriousness. “you said i’m the product of your love.” 

azul squawked. “i said that?!” but, that was just so… embarrassing to say! why would his future self say that?!

you frowned. “is this a joke?” you asked seriously only deadpanning when solon nods.

“please make up,” they said sincerely. sensing both of your skeptism, they reached under the collar of their shirt pulling out a shell necklace that eerily seemed similar to– 

your hand instinctively flew over your collarbone. panic giving way to unwanted relief. azul watched the motion.

he thought you threw it away since he did not see it.

“i want to go home.”

you simpered bitterly. you did too.

“mada please forgive my weird papa.” solon beamed, ignoring azul’s look of offense.

“if you do you’ll go home too.” 

your throat twisted.

“you said me and papa is your home.”

before solon can spot the look of frozen shock from your face, they whirled around, smacking azul on the leg. the latter winces but didn’t look as reluctant as before. he’s even staring at you in the eye with something unreadable and heavy in his. 

azul seemed to be weighing his pride the size of a mountain and the depth of his feelings for you that could probably only be measured by the neverending sea. it wasn’t infinite like some cheesy someone would proclaim, but it was calm at some parts, rough at the other but certainly deep.

something he can’t pinpoint a how but he knows.

he sighed deeply. “i apologize.” he said finally, voice low like he only wanted it to flow between the space of the three of you despite the time frozen. azul felt like that was how he spoke to his business transaction partners so he rephrased himself, there was a lot of them and only one of you. “i’m sorry.”

you squinted.

“my mind was clouded before.” he pursed his lips. “i… don’t want you to be special. that only meant you would be something others would be reaching for, i don’t want that. i’m selfish. you’re so special in a way that i can never take ahold of and keep to myself. i dislike it.”

“you’re terrible at communicating.” you pointed out gruffly. albeit less hostile than before, more inclined to hear him out. was being terrible with emotions an admission requirement here? is the concept of affection illegal?

azul chuckled at that. he did not smile–tried to but it fell. “with you it seems so.” 

“yeah.”

“i don’t know how to atone.” he admitted and you only furrowed your brows.

“being mean to me isn’t a sin but it sure was unfair.”

you only heard a quiet agreement from him and pointed accusingly. “you’re going to listen to my demands until i say so, okay?”

iffed but carrying a plank to bridge the distance between two mountains, azul nods. “we should discuss it over a contract. i won’t change any terms.”

which was his sad version of an apology. you’ve come to learn that individuals here deviated from the normal and morally right way of doing things. the most you could do was to recognize that this was this world’s version of grovelling on the knees.

you only focused your attention on the brightening solon–literally bright like he was about to get sent to heaven or something. he was only smiling lighty, no teeth. something you’d see on azul’s face but solon did well in expressing something so little sincerely. his expression was brighter than the light he was encased in.

“you’re going home?” you sniffed, aware of azul quietly shuffling to the side where you were in your peripheral vision as if his small steps weren’t noticeable. you didn’t comment on it.

solon nodded enthusiastically. “mhm. thank you.”

they did not bother with a goodbye, it wasn’t a goodbye. they’d see you soon.

“bye, sol.” 

you elbowed azul who had somehow managed to awkwardly stand by your left in the span of a few seconds.

he coughed, side eyeing you. “farewell, sol. keep that necklace safe. it is very precious.”

the child laughed. “don’t worry. papa has all the stuff he gave to mada in a box under your bed.”

azul’s eye twitched. “off you go.” it was more of to finally drag you off somewhere himself and a little bit of not letting any of his future secrets be jeopardized.

when the last proof of solon’s existence fades before your eyes, the world starts again.

“-our wing–?” jade finished, frowning when the spot where solon used to be, in front of you, was replaced by nothing. 

he blinked. directing his gaze to azul, noticeably lighter who seemed to be quietly exchanging words with you.

“the heck?” guffawed floyd, rearing his head to squint at the two of you. “when did they make up!”

“go back to work.” azul snapped, grasping at your wrist and dragging you off to the direction of the back.

“are you two getting started on solon already?”

“jade!”

trivia

if you guessed, the time stop was solon’s unique magic: “a chilling stop” very boring name, i know. i kind of just spew the children’s UM names off the top of my head! like you have observed it is simply pausing time within a decimated space for a period of time. in this case, solon only paused time inside the lounge. everything outside remained in motion. the larger the range, the harder it is to keep up.

solon is written to be a ten year old cutie pie male! the necklace he was wearing is what past azul gave to past yuu, and future yuu will eventually give it to solon (yes, azul actually does have a box of trinkets he collected. some things from you, the other reminds him of you. it accumulated over the years and he couldn’t stop)

like the other kids who had specified conditions to return, in solon’s time, future yuu and future azul was in a fight, and he coincidentally (or intentionally?) got warped to a time where past yuu and past azul was also in a fight. their conditions to return home was to reconcile their before parents.

when they came back future parents also made up <3 (idk i am just yapping at this point)

yeah. azul was out here trying to recruit a kid just because they ended up doing pretty well with managing the lounge lol.

i accidentally deviated from my outline lol! originally azul was supposed to start interrogating the employees currently on shift as to why they’re letting a kid run the lounge. it was chaos before and solon made it run smoothly so they kind of just accepted it. better than azul coming back to chaos, right?

floyd’s nickname for solon “fry shrimplet” deviates from the babies of shrimps. 

as you can see i didn’t see that particular line and i was writing the ending when i saw it!

the names of the employees are not their actual names lol but rather their species, just like what i did for leona’s part with the side characters. 

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۶ৎ 𝐈𝐍𝐕𝐈𝐍𝐂𝐈𝐁𝐋𝐄 𝐗 𝐍𝐄𝐙𝐔𝐊𝐎!𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑 ۶ৎ

♡！reader is gender neutral, that’s why there is female and male tags so this can be suited for any gender. There is no description of male or female anatomy. Reader is some random child Oliver found in a park and became friends over rocks.

literally being a demon who can’t come out into the sun sucks. Especially when they don’t know what they are. They’ve thrown rocks at before by some teenagers. They’ve gotten use to the pain, but what’s shocking is that one night when they can roam around, some purple boy that looks like their age had pants the same teenagers that threw rocks at them.

Their eyes sparkled seeing this, not even thinking. The pink eyed demon with hair that has flame-orange color at the tips. Humming loudly, the three kids jolted shock to see another kid out here. Oliver relaxed first as waved at them, they just stared at the purple hand before doing an eye closed smile and highfive him.

Oliver giggles, and that’s how you became his friend.

Sure he promised Debbie he wouldn’t sneak out no more… but his friend is out there in the cold! Who can’t even be in the sun. When Oliver seen their skin burned in the sun when he met them in day time. He panicked hearing their pained yelp, pulling them from the sun and into the shadows.

Never again is he letting you in the sun. But hey, he can always get you cloaks and steel his brother’s hoodies! They showed him that they can change their size. Oliver wouldn’t mind picking them up around in just a cloak looking like a blob as he flys around the city to show them things.

mark found out about the demon child when his mother informed him that his little brother snuck out again. Sighing as he flew around, he only hoped his little brother wasn’t causing much trouble.

There, he finally sees his brother.. but with some random kid with dyed hair and … pink eyes? Flying down, he had crossed arms staring at Oliver who looked shocked to see his brother. Oliver steps infront of his new friend.

“Mark!” He exclaimed, trying to keep his friend out of his sight. “What are you doing here?” Mark narrowed his eyes, “I should be asking you that. Oliver, you can’t just keep sneaking out. You’re worrying mom and myself.” He then leans to see the child staring at him. “Who’s that?” His stern demeanor disappeared to see those pink eyes stare at him gently. Oliver stepped aside, letting them walk forward.

“What’s your name kid?” Mark says, looking into their eyes before turning towards Oliver. “They can’t talk.” Oliver says, holding the mute’s hand. “So mute. Got it.. do they have a family?” Oliver shakes his head. “No family, can’t talk, can’t go out in Sun. But they’re cool! Watch this!” Oliver turned to you as mark raised a brow at the “can’t go out in the sun” part.

The child’s body started to shrink, looking like a toddler as Oliver picked them up and showed them off to mark whose jaw was dropped. That’s something… you don’t see unless it’s rae herself. “I..” “Can we keep them?!” Oliver said with excitement, the child gave off an eye closed smile. Their natural adorable face beaming at mark who stayed quiet.

“They’re not a pet Oliver, we can’t just keep a child.” “Not that like! Y/n isn’t a pet, they’re my friend.” Oliver glares at mark who held his hands up. “Okay then, what did you mean.” He places a hand into the purple boy’s shoulder. “Can we adopt them into our family… they can’t stay out in the sun. It… it hurts them!” His eyes held concern. “It could kill them. So, I thought that maybe mom and you can let them stay with us.. maybe forever?”

Mark looked at his half brother, and at the child demon who had puppy eyes that was definitely learnt from Oliver. Sighing and covering his face with one hand, he nodded. “We can try. But do you even know what they are?” Mark questions staring at you. Oliver groaned annoyed, “Does that even matter! Let’s go tell mom about them!” Oliver started to fly off with excitement. Mark could only sigh and follow his brother.

Welp, welcome to the family.

When meeting Debbie, it went kinda crazy with how mark finally persuaded her to let them stay. But Debbie soon felt calm with how you helped around. But when meeting the GDA, Cecil stared at the child weirdly. Pink eyes and natural orange flames tips hair? Sounds like trouble cause no one knows what they are.

Eve didn’t know how to express her feelings about the child. But she couldn’t help but coo at how affectionate they are. Always running to her when meeting the GDA and Guardians. Hugging around her waist, Eve smiled softly. They’re just a child that can’t handle their own problems.

If a ReAnimen were to try and beat onto mark, who the child immediately started being affectionate as well to. They’re getting their head kicked off. Rocking everyone in the room as they covered mark’s body. Imagine being saved by some demon. Crazy.

Mark gives them the reward of headpats, like keeping Oliver in check, helping him with patrols since they can clearly take care of themself.

If something were to ever try to harm Oliver, like you could try to be in disguise with Oliver when he would sneak out to help others.

Oliver and them always going out at night to specifically hang out. He even lets them meet those cool skating kids. He holds their hands when teaching them how to skate. Seeing their eyes sparkle up makes him feel proud to show them human things like this.

But oh boy, if it ever came to the point of where this small child or at least the same height as Oliver, were to smell blood. Then mark can understand why Cecil was suspicious of them. Seeing their body grow to look adultish or mature, body broad, pupils vertical. Mark didn’t expect to hold down a crazy blood thirsty demon. He talked the child he knew was inside them down, making them cry with apologies as their body shrank.

Next time, if the mission could possibly get bloody. He’s not letting them around the mission no more..

Them and Oliver playing footies, oh lord. Either they both are harming each other, or they simply can’t feel it. Mark has to stop that as the table was shaking.

Oliver always holding a small y/n around. Y/n doesn’t care, only for the fact that they like the body heat. Always sleeping. Oliver hates how y/n sleeps a lot, but at least it’s better than eating humans all day.

When they conquered the sun, oh boy Oliver was ecstatic! Immediately bringing them outside and playing tag, green light red light, maybe even catch! Oh boy he’s writing this all down as he kicks his feet happily. Finally, he can play games out but the day with them instead of night.

Don’t let the other marks see them. They never had a demon adopted sibling before, and they’re a man eating demon that can finally come out of the sun? Oh boy, this is a treat.

Oliver and y/n just always watching mark like Ducks. Like they follow mark like baby ducks and it’s so adorable to see baby vigilante/heroes following a known hero such as mark aka invincible.

Either less, Cecil doesn’t know if he can trust some man eating child demon that’s somehow “passive”. He’s seen how them can just grow and want to maul someone. They’re dangerous.

[emilys-bangs]

heaven is a place on earth with you | e.p

Tags: shy!hotch's assistant!reader, soft emily, just fluff, first date, one singular use of honey because emily is down bad, first kiss <3, emily being an absolute GENTLEMAN, reader gets treated so right, no use of yn

Summary: Emily asks you out on a date and gives you the first glimpse of something new. Requested here.

Word count: 1.2k

You suspect that Emily Prentiss has a soft spot for you. 

It’s a ridiculous thing to think—an even more ridiculous thing to believe—but most evidence you’ve gathered points to that exact conclusion. She gives you soft smiles and softer touches; more often than not, there’s a sweet nickname on her tongue to replace your name. Flirting is beyond her, thankfully—you don’t think you could handle that without turning into a ball of flame—but gentle teasing is not, her ribbing undeniably more tender than what she doles out to the rest of the team. 

And, the most prominent piece of proof:

“A date.” You echo softly. The thought makes your pulse speed up, thudding so hard beneath your skin you fear that Emily could hear it from where she leans over your desk. She nods, her face carefully smoothed out of any emotion, but her eyes give her away, the softened tilt of her lids turning them all the more doe-like.

“Yeah. If you’d like to.”

Of course you’d like to. You’d like to do a lot of things with her, most of which bring a flame to your cheeks. You’ve never felt this way before about someone, especially not someone like her, but it’s not her gender that scares you, nor what it means that you desperately want to feel her feminine soft curves up against your body. You’re just…achingly you, and she’s achingly Emily. Briefly you wonder if she’s messing with you.

“A non platonic date?”

Emily draws her bottom lip into her mouth, the soft pink of her tongue pressing it in before letting it go, shiny with color. “Very non platonic,” she confirms gently. Her eyes study you, no doubt taking in the hitch of your breath—and probably mistaking it for some other emotion, because she quickly backtracks. “I totally get it if you don’t want to, just say the word and we can just forget this ever—”

“I want to.”

Emily’s face clears. “You do?” She breathes, a smile teasing the corners of her lips. “Really? You’re not saying that just to spare my poor feelings?”

“Really,” you say, a hot glow warming you up from the inside. Emily is looking at you with far too much affection; you drop your eyes and fiddle with a random pen. “Besides, you don’t really spare my poor feelings half the time, why would I spare yours?”

Even without looking up, you hear the incredulity in her voice. “What? Honey”—your heart flutters at the pet name—“I have the highest regard for your feelings. Promise.” She says solemnly.

“You’re doing it again.” You mumble, looking up to catch her eyes widening ever so slightly.

“Oh. It’s the—?” She gestures vaguely with her hand. You nod, chest warming at her out of place awkwardness. Her cheeks flush a pretty pink, “I’m sorry—”

“No. Really, don’t, I—” You like it. You like her, and it makes your whole body thrum. Swallowing, you drop the pen, glad at least that this conversation is happening in the sanctuary of your office. “I’ve never done this before.” You admit softly, because it’s Emily. You’re safe with her. “A date, I mean. With…with a woman,” you shrug, not looking at her. There’s no doubt in your mind that Emily is well experienced in romantic affairs. The truth is, women or otherwise, you’re just not. A few tries, most of them mediocre, had convinced you to stop wasting your time. And besides, it’s not like people often ask.

When you chance a look at Emily, her mellow smile soothes the fast paces of your heart. Her voice is velvet smooth as she draws patterns on the surface of your desk, her fingertips occasionally skimming yours—ever so slightly. “Anywhere in particular you’d like to go?” She asks gently.

Not messing with you, you decide. Probably too late, but you can’t really care.

“No. Please don’t make me pick,” your tongue darts across your lips. “Anywhere is fine.”

Emily winks. You go boneless.

“You got it.”

____

She takes you to a botanical garden.

You’re more overwhelmed by her than you are by the flowers. The feeling has been steadily growing ever since she showed up at your door, tender gentility and a nervous smile and a bouquet of flowers, her voice lilting when she said, I think these might be a little too on the nose. You hadn’t known what she’d meant, but you were too endeared to try to figure it out. Now you smile. On the nose or not, Emily Prentiss is something else.

It hadn’t stopped there. There was her hand on the small of your back, her fingers around the car door handle as she pulled it open for you, her compliments shining down on you like the fading glow of a sunset. It’s not a side of her you’re entirely unused to, but the intimacy of an open setting with just the two of you made it hit hard on your cheeks.

“I thought you might prefer walking around,” Emily says when you stay quiet, trying to swallow the ball of emotion in your throat. “We could go somewhere else if you don’t want to—”

“Emily.” You cut her off before she can spiral. “Stop. It’s—it’s perfect. Really. Couldn’t have picked it better myself.” Your voice is soft with overwhelm, hands warming at your sides.

Emily’s smile is incandescent. “Okay,” she breathes out, clearly relieved, “if you’re sure.”

You nod, unable to help smiling back. When her hand returns to the small of your back you lean into it, both relieved and disappointed that she doesn’t reach for your hand.

She knows about flowers. Of course she does—murmuring in your ear about the symbolism of daffodils, the various meanings of all the colors of roses, the Persian legend of the red tulip. It takes the spotlight off of you, and before you know it you’re relaxing at her side, any tension broken as the two of you bend to sniff flowers, their scent sweet and fragrant under the sun.

When she offers you a fallen marigold, petals gently rumpled and bent, her smile hidden beneath its orange halo, you beam back unrestrained. She idly mentions it’s the October birth flower, and when you lean in, lips to her cheek, you surprise even yourself. You miss the mark by a bit, catching the corner of her mouth in your haste.

Emily’s eyes go wide. They glitter under the sun, crinkling at the corners when she grins brightly, dimples digging deep. She doesn’t mention it for the rest of the day out of courtesy for your poor nerves, but a smile never strays far from her lips. You take comfort—and a tiny swell of pride—at the way her cheeks color a light pink.

When you try again later that night, back to your front door, your mouth finds hers with careful precision. Emily smiles into the kiss, cupping your jaw with a reverent hand. You taste flowers on her lips.

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| tags : jess mariano x reader, gender neutral reader, established relationship, 5+1 trope (except it's 3+1), fluff, kind of angsty but with a happy ending.

| description : three times you say 'i love you,' and the one time jess finally says it back. 1.8k words.

| author's note : had this thought at like 3am last night and i just had to write it! also why it so hard to find jess in red dude. i've found like three pics of him wearing red, might have to just throw in a random jess pic between two red pics and hope it looks good. if you find any typos or grammatical errors, please point them out! i hope you enjoy the fic, let me know what you thought of it :)

the first time you say 'i love you', it's no big deal.

you're both laying on your bed, limbs tangled together and lips locked. it's late ─ or rather, it's really early, the digital clock on your bedside table showing that it's a quarter to five.

a nightmare had woken jess up which in turn had woke you up, and when you saw your poor boyfriend with his eyebrows scrunched and looking upset, you couldn't help but try to kiss him better.

your hand slowly rubs his back as you kiss him ever so sweetly. he feels tense under your fingers, muscles clenched from the stress of his nightmare.

"do you wanna talk about it?" you whisper between kisses. he holds you tighter and makes a noise that's somewhere between a grumble and a whine, indicating that he does not want to talk about it.

"no," he responds, barely pulling away to speak. he doesn't want to stop kissing you, not even to talk. though with a gentle push to his chest, jess peels himself off you, almost pouting.

"it's whatever. i don't wanna think about it." he says, fingers playing with the hem of your shirt to distract himself.

you know how jess is with this kind of stuff, with all the mushy, emotional stuff. even though the two of you have been together for over a year, he still struggles with opening up and talking about these things sometimes. you're okay with that.

with that, you go back to kissing. it's not passionate or teasing like most of your kisses are, it's soft and careful and loving, everything jess needs right now.

"i love you."

those three words that neither of you have ever dared to say before seems so natural right now. so perfect, so right.

you don't need jess to say it back. you simply wanted to put it out there that you love him. those three words were to let jess know that you're here, always, ready to comfort him after a nightmare and kiss him as softly as he needs.

────

the second time you say 'i love you', it's through fits of laughter.

jess' hand grabs your ankle as you try to place your foot on the blue circle, causing you to fall flat on your face.

"jess!" you guffaw, laughing as you try to return to your original position, only for you to slip and fall once more.

how you'd managed to get jess to agree to a game of twister is a mystery, but you're starting to think it was a bad idea considering how much he cheats.

he smiles down at you with that signature cheeky grin of his and slides his hands upward, slipping his hand under your shirt. his deft fingers dance along your waist and tickle you mercilessly.

"stop, stop!" you plead between giggles, wriggling like a worm on the plastic mat. "jess, c'mon! quit it!"

you thrash and squirm, cackling the whole time. he doesn't let up even at the risk of being kicked or hit. you accidentally whack jess and he laughs, falling onto his back beside you.

"you really are ticklish," jess says with a laugh, rolling onto his side to look at you.

"you're lucky i didn't punch you," you glance over at jess and kick your foot out slightly, bumping him in the shin. "i don't like you anymore. you're a cheater."

he laughs more when you pout and cross your arms over your chest, stubbornly staring at the ceiling as you refuse to make eye contact with him.

"you don't like me anymore? that's rude."

"yeah, well, cheating at twister is rude."

you bicker back and forth like children for a few minutes before you eventually concede, letting out a hefty, over the top sigh.

"fine. i still like you," you huff. "i love you, actually. even if you are a cheater."

────

the third time you say 'i love you,' it's after being apart.

it's not often that you and jess are apart, but when you are, it feels like decades, time dragging on and on until you're together again. he had left for new york only a week ago and you've been miserable ever since, sulking around town and dragging your feet.

luke had tried to cheer you up with free food and extra cups of coffee. miss patty and babette offered to go and drag the boy back by his ear. nothing seemed to fix your sombre attitude.

the daily texts you got from jess were nice. you got pictures of the hotdog he had for lunch everyday, or a random fat pigeon, or a cd cover he thought was cool. they cheered you up a bit.

but no amount of cute texts and phone calls could replace having him next to you. gosh, you're hopeless.

what are you going to do when you go off to college, you'd ask yourself multiple times a day. you can't handle being away from jess for one week, lord knows how you'll survive being away from him for even longer.

you're being extremely clingy and overdramatic, yes, but that's just in your nature as jess mariano's number one fan.

when he finally returns home after a lifetime of being gone (aka 7 days,) you're buzzing with excitement. you practically leap off the bench when the bus pulls into stars hollow's one and only bus stop, watching intently as the bus doors open with a hiss and jess steps out.

"i missed you!" you exclaim as you jump into jess' arms, forcing him to drop all his bags. you pepper kisses all over his face like a military spouse welcoming home their soldier after deployment.

"i was gone for a week," he scoffs out a laugh and wraps his arms around you. "i went to new york, not 'nam. calm down."

"same thing, basically," you mumble between kisses before finally pressing one long, loving one to jess' lips. you both melt against each other, sighing happily into the kiss. "i missed you. i love you, don't ever leave again. i'll die."

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the one time jess says 'i love you,' it's in the pouring rain.

whenever you and jess fight, there's only two ways it'll end. option one: you'll both get a grip and apologise for whatever it was that made you argue in the first place. you'll come to an agreement and all will be well.

or, option two: the silent treatment will ensue. you'll avoid each other for days on end despite the fact that it's pretty hard to avoid someone in a tiny town like stars hollow. he'll stare at you longingly, and you'll stare back. neither of you will apologise.

eventually one of you will get sick of being apart (most of the time, it's you,) and you'll kiss and make up. no apologies, no 'sorry for being an idiot,' just a quick peck on the lips and you two act like everything is fine.

that is in no way healthy and you both know that, especially now. you'd fought over something stupid, jess' jealousy and your stubbornness clashing, and now you're giving him the silent treatment to end all silent treatments.

you wish you'd pull yourself together and just apologise, but you've begun to get sick of being the one to fix the issues all the time. you wish jess would man up and come apologise.

he can be the one to come crawling back this time, not you.

through the front glass of luke's diner, you watch jess wipe down tables, taking his sweet time. he looks... sad, like a kicked puppy, big brown eyes all wet and downcast.

it tugs at your heartstrings. as much as you're mad at him, he's still your boyfriend, the man you love. you hate to see him looking so sad.

the wind picks up and the rain gets heavier as you stand there, watching jess sluggishly clean the diner. you should go in, you know that, but your feet seem cemented to the pavement, preventing you from doing anything aside from looking.

as if he can sense someone watching him, he looks up and locks eyes with you, eyes widening as he drops the rag he was using and damn near bolts to the door, wrenching it open.

"hey!" jess calls out to you, grimacing as he gets hit in the face by a particularly large droplet of rain. you ignore him and walk off quickly.

"really? you're still ignoring me?" he sounds annoyed, though that's how he's been sounding to everyone recently. "yeah. real mature, angel."

you can't bite back a scoff at his sarcastic comment. you're being immature? gosh, this man and his attitude drive you crazy sometimes.

"i'm being immature?" you repeat, stopping dead in your tracks and turning to face jess. "and you're just perfect then? super polite, no rudeness at all?"

you've got him there. he doesn't respond and you keep walking, feet taking you somewhere, anywhere, that is away from jess, even if that means you'll have to walk through the heavy rain.

"i'm talking to you." jess follows after you. it'd be easier for him to just turn around and walk back into the diner and go back to ignoring you. but he doesn't want to ignore you anymore and he doesn't want you to ignore him either.

he lets out an irritated noise and runs a hand through his hair, pushing away the slick black strands stuck to his forehead. as much as he acts angry and irritated by this whole situation, deep down it really is eating him up, hurting him more than you realise.

the rain hammers down, drenching the two of you from head to toe.

"angel. angel." a hand closes around your wrist and prevents you from walking any further. "stop. please."

he really looks like a kicked puppy now, soaked and shivering in the cold.

"i know i'm an asshole, alright? this is my fault so i shouldn't be complaining." he keeps his hand around your wrist out of fear that you'll run off again but loosens his grip slightly, more afraid of hurting you than anything else.

"i suck. you hate me. that's fine," that's wrong, you don't hate him, but jess seems to think so. "don't ignore me though. please. i can handle everybody else doing it, but not you."

rarely is jess so outright with his feelings. usually he tells you things in the dead of night, whispers secrets in your ears because he knows no one is around to hear it. but right now, he doesn't care who hears it. he knows how this town is, people are probably watching but he doesn't care about them.

"i-" jess starts, struggling to get his words out. "i... i love you. i love you. and i'm sorry, so quit ignoring me."

your eyes widen and you can't help but smile. you've been waiting to hear those words from jess' lips for so long.

"okay," you say softly, nodding. "i'm sorry too." jess pulls you into a hug before you can say anything else and holds you tight, desperate to hug you. he presses a kiss to the top of your head and whispers those three special words again, only for you and no one else.

© prettypinkprincesss , established: 29/03/2025

[azullumi]

“affection weaves into the letters on your screen” ; aventurine and ratio

premise — messages and calls between you and him.

content tags — w/ gender-neutral reader, established relationship, fluff, texts and messages, not proofread, 0.8k ; headcanons

note — i needed something easy and nice because everything has been too stressful

If there’s one constant thing about AVENTURINE is that he is an avid fan of messaging, texting, or whatever the proper term for that is. No matter where he is and what he’s doing, he’ll always find the time to type in a message for you and press send—it could be about anything, from the random thing he’ll see while he’s walking which he thinks you’ll be interested in to how his day is going and possibly, ranting about it. The only time he’ll be inactive is when he’s in the middle of something, like completely and utterly busy that he couldn’t pick up his phone to check up on you or update you on what he’s doing.

Would use the most out of everything; calls, voice messages, attachments, everything. He’ll use stickers whenever he can and would use those silly emoticons because why not? He’s very expressive overall; it’s like you can hear his voice, see his expression, and the gestures he’ll do over the screen. 

PHOTOS !! There are new ones added to the shared gallery of your conversations with him every single day. He sees something cool? He takes a photo. He’s currently having a meal? No questions asked, he’ll take a photo. The critters are in this silly position? The camera is pointed at them already and the image of them in a circle while seemingly discussing something is sent. He’ll send selfies of himself throughout the day and he’s the type to pose with random things; there was a time he sent you a photo of himself holding a potted plant (he said it was an addition to his office and he thought you should know). It’s ridiculous, you may say, but he can’t contain the smile on his face when you send a photo back.

Occasionally, it’s videos that he sends.

It’s the late night calls and messages. Aventurine has sleeping problems, struggling to fall or stay asleep no matter how much he physically exhausts himself, so when worse comes to worst and it’s already midnight yet there’s no ounce of anything that makes his eyes heavy, he’ll message you—asking if you’re still awake and if you’re doing anything. It’s your voice that guides him to his dreams, gentle and delicate as a lullaby; by then, you’ll receive no response from him as you call for his name and you’ll have to whisper to him goodnight as he sleeps.

BONUS : on the topic of calls, he likes spending time with you in silence as you do your own thing while he also does his own. Your presence is enough to comfort him and keep him grounded.

VERITAS RATIO is not much of a texter and if he does send you a message, it’s mostly about engineering designs for a machine, requesting that you give him a set of questions if he needs something to simulate his weary brain, sending you links to a sign-up form for a debate that is occuring, or proposals for a certain project as he asks for your input. There are times you’ll find yourself debating with him—all just casual and he won’t throw a chalk at you. However, the line of your conversation between you and him is short and is separated by intervals; he just prefers talking in person or over calls. 

He’s probably the fastest typer you know but he rarely ever makes typos, like ever. He types strictly and formally with proper capitalization and punctuations with the mixture of the words that would require you to bring out a dictionary to understand, always starting his sentence with an uppercase and ending it with a period. It feels like you’re having a corporate or business meeting whenever you’re talking to him due to how formal he is over text (you can probably hear his voice whenever you read his messages too).

“DRYEST TEXTER IN THE UNIVERSE EVER” some would say and maybe you too, however, there are traces of sweetness and affection in your (short) conversations with him. He’s the one to greet you first in the morning, so expect that the moment the sun has risen, there’s a message notification from him displayed on the screen on your phone—the time you’ll rise from your bed, your sleeping and wake-up patterns are embedded in his mind and he ensures that you always wake up with a good morning. 

In note with that, sometimes, you’ll find yourself wondering if he even thinks of you, if you occasionally appear inside his mind and distract him from his work—doubt begins to muddle your thoughts. However, you must remember that he’ll always send you reminders throughout the day, telling you of the agenda you have planned for the afternoon which you told him once or twice the day before, reminding you to finish this task you’ve been procrastinating on, or just simply telling you to take a break or to eat something (especially when he knows that you don’t take care of yourself).

Be kind to yourself, will you? He looks out for you and cares for you a lot even if you may think otherwise.

EXTRA : doesn’t call and is not exactly a fan of it, however, if his phone were to ring and he sees it’s you calling for him, he wouldn’t hesitate to answer it.

tagging the one and only amazing and lovely @toorurs 🗣️ first of all, i’m sorry that i haven’t replied to your tiktoks when i told you i will (plsdonthateme) and second, i actually dont have a second thing to say. anywaysss!! i think we’ve both been busy these days or maybe it’s just me (sorry finals are approaching) but do know that no matter what happens i still treasure and love you as a friend ‼️ i saw this one plant in our trip yesterday and i remembered you i dont know why i think it’s because it was pretty and the color reminded me of you 🫶🏼 but yeah, keep on doing amazing things and amazing works (DONT DIE FELI THE WORLD WILL LOSE AN ANGEL) !! you’ve become one of my most favorite people ever and remember that i will always be here for youu mwa

© azullumi — do not plagiarize, copy, repost, nor translate any of my works.

[sillygoofyqueer]

I know that this is going to get weird but bear with me. Also this isn't meant to be as horny as it might seem.

I think that PIDW Logic™️ would give the middle finger to the whole point of bird demons having genders in the first place and make all bird demons lay unfertilised eggs about once a month, unless they get fertilised while still in the bird demon of course.

Crowyuan would be no different even if he's the heavenly demon variety.

I think Binghe would be jealous of Crowyuan's eggs.

I think Bingge might cook them if Xin Mo got to him.

Oh Binghe would be SO normal if he could naturally have children with Crowyuan.

And imagine how shocked and kind of horrified one of his followers/Binghe/the peak lords/the disciples would be if they were to find (one of) his nests with AN EGG in it. There isn't a baby in it or anything but STILL.

The crow family knows what's up but they still get a little surprise every time because SY doesn't bloody tell them when it's That Time Of The Month: Bird Demon Edition.

I am so so sorry the mpreg part of my brain leaked a bit into the Crowyuan part of my brain.

Henlo, Anon! Thank you for the ask, I very much appreciate it. I need to preface this with the fact that I read this ask, thought "huh, this doesn't feel very horny to me!" and then showed it to one of my mutuals as a sort of second opinion if you will, and they just said 'damn, egg layer Yuan' and that sort of put it in perspective for me. Despite that, I still don't think it's very horny, so either I'm just desensitised to it all, or this isn't horny! ANYWAY, if you want mpreg, we can literally have mpreg. Crowyuan now has mpreg. I don't know if there's a secret group of people who have been praying for this moment, but if there is, you can now rest. Put down the blackmail plans. We're going to look at Original Crowyuan, then Crowyuan on Cang Qiong but with the mpreg lens because that's FUN. (Also jiuyuan) ((To that one irl friend, my bestie booboo bear, you do NOT fucking see this. You never did. Dear GOD, YOU FUCKING DIDN'T.)) Original Crowyuan usually has his unfertilised eggs in his crow home, surprising his family at first but then they learn how to track his...'cycle' if you will, so they aren't caught off guard if there's a random egg in his nest. However, when he starts spending more time at Bingge's castle, it's a constant fucken wrestling match over eating the unfertilised eggs. It's like Crowyuan being like "DROP IT!! DROP THAT EGG!" and Bingge is holding it above his head and being like "I'M GOING TO MAKE SCRAMBLED EGGS AND NOBODY CAN STOP ME!! IT'S A WASTE!" However, I like to think that Bingge is also like "this egg could be fertilised. This could be my child. But noooo, it's devoid of a baby, so I'm going to fucking eat this." Dude I forgot the tag for the Crowyuan that's just chilling on Cang Qiong, but he's obviously just hanging around Cang Qiong and making nests on most of the peaks, so he does just have unfertilised eggs lying around. I imagine that Shen Jiu is the first to find out because (as stated in a previous post, I think) he's got disciples/a record on every single nest on Cang Qiong, so he sees this fucking egg just...lying around in one of the nests and is like "Oh. My God." and then like well what the fuck would he do with this? His pretty crow demon is going to be a mother! He must not let any of the bastard peak lords learn about this, 'lest they try and 'take responsibility' and step up to be a father to his demon's children, so HE must do it first. (When Crowyuan learns of this, he feels so bad because Shen Jiu is so determined about it, so he has to like...actually have a child! Cue mpreg.)

[vagabond-umlaut]

summer collapsed into fall

summary: gojo satoru has no favourite colour. he feels no need nor interest to have one, either. pairing: gojo satoru x reader [unspecified gender] tags: slight undertones of teacher-student relationship BUT there is NO ACTUAL romance between them; can this be called pining? idk; character study like fic of our sweetest satoru *cries* he deserves sm better; fluff but with a mild serving of angst; wc 0.8k notes: fic title inspired by a quote by oscar wilde; fic inspired by this lovely post i saw on pinterest; jjk isn't mine; loosely related to 'you make my heart flutter and fibrillate'; tumblr hates me using dividers hence the new fic format ^_^

satoru doesn't really have a favourite colour.

it's never quite crossed his mind. and even if it has, he has never seen it to be important enough to allow it be anything more than a passing thought, a meaningless thought---it is not like his life will be impeded should he not have a favourite colour, nor is anyone ever going to ask him what it is, so why bother?

but now, as you peer up at him expectantly, having already listed your top five favourite colours and why you love them so, satoru wishes he did bother back then.

he decides to feign confusion.

"what?"

"what what?" you shoot back, eager gaze not wavering one bit, "i just told you my favourite colours; aren't you gonna tell me yours? it's fine even if you have just one, sensei."

but is it fine if he has none?

throwing his watch a quick glance, he turns back to you. then exhales a quiet sigh, tired but the farthest from annoyed, when he sees you're still waiting for his reply... shutting the bus window beside, he turns to lean against it, shifting to face you properly.

and sighs, decidedly noisier this time, "this isn't the type of questions one asks their teacher, y'know? they are too casual, meant more for a friend than for a teacher."

"you got to be the last guy to lecture me about etiquette, sensei," you retort without missing a beat, huffing a quiet, amused laugh.

"and after the time i had to bring you to ieiri-san after you passed out from drinking a bit too much: i guess we're a bit more than a teacher and a student, aren't we, sensei?"

not really... no.

while satoru believes your first point to be a debatable topic, he does not think the two of you are anything but a teacher and a student, no matter how much help you extended to him or will in the future---it's not like he isn't grateful, though. he is; he really, really is---it's just his belief that few acts of kindness do not necessarily cause a friendship between people, and he intends to tell you this very clearly---

but finds he cannot. he simply cannot.

not when you say, still so eager but with an undercurrent so achingly soft that even the strongest wonders if he can handle its weight: "i'm not that bad a friend, y'know---you can ask others if you want; they'll tell you i'm a good friend, not the best but a decent one---"

"why don't you guess what's my favourite colour?"

rude, yes, horribly so. satoru knows, he knows this very, very well. but what can a man do but divert when he's being unsettled by words like the ones you addressed to him, by the tenor you employed for him---

although now that he observes you consider his suggestion, the man wonders if diversion was the right tactic or not.

he could have just lied and told you any random color. he could have chosen to be honest and told you he has no favourite colour like you and probably the rest of the world have.

but no, he doesn't.

satoru does not opt either of the above two painfully simple, painfully easy options. choosing instead to ask you to guess what his favourite colour is... satoru never really anticipates he'll end up being this much more unsettled, thanks to his decision of diversion:

if there was a subtext of a haunting softness in your manners before, the sorcerer reckons it is the text now, typed out in bold letters then underlined and highlighted in neon---you too shift to face him, even moving the bag kept in between to your lap and shifting a bit closer, but still a respectable distance away---only to punctuate your effort with a keen stare, much too gentle, at him.

it's scary, he thinks. yeah, undoubtedly scary. but somewhere in the back of his mind, something says it's also comforting.

many eyes look at satoru throughout the day. they gape, they gawk, they study the man and every small aspect of his person with many different kinds of reasons behind them. but before today, there has never been anyone who has regarded him with this much care, that too for a nonsensical cause like yours...

he wonders, just what are you seeing in him?

just who are you seeing in him?

"it's orange, isn't it?" you exclaim abruptly, leaning a touch forwards with a snap of your pointer and thumb. voice too loud. smile too big. eyes too bright, way too bright---

satoru takes not even one whole second to decide:

he now has one favourite colour.

[drowsyhope]

NEVER AGAIN - POPPY’S PLAYTIME

summary ; never thought you would come back here, especially meeting your old lover here.

part 2 ; here

a/n ; i like the theory that dogday is possessed by rich, so we finna roll with that

warnings ; slightly gore, cussing, reader is a female but can be read as any gender, mention of divorcing, lowkey short

APRIL 6TH, 1991

“are you sure you need to go to work?” you plead, but to no refusal was coming out of him. he was quick to put his work clothes on, ignoring any pleading that had came out of your mouth. he was surely a pain in the ass.

today was yours and rich’s wedding anniversary, but of course, work comes first, and when they gave him a call asking if he could monitor the new shipment, he was quick on his feet.

it wasn’t common for rich to drop everything and go to that factory, hell, he was so close to dipping out the wedding, but before his mother threatened to take away all the inheritance he was gonna get if she ever died.

it was like his job mattered more then you did, and it hurt. the truth always hurt.

either way, the job of his was weird. it was a factory that specialized in children’s toys, and rich was one of the workers there. everyday when he would come home, he would complain on and on again on how terrible the work conditions were at his job, yet, he would do anything for that job.

“yes, i have to.” he replied, putting on his badge, which had a personalized name tag along with it.

sighing, you walked away from the male, tired that he was going away to his job again, and especially since he had gotten more ticked off lately. it was making you more stressed, and you were close to divorcing him and leaving him on the spot, him and his weird job that he always seems to care about.

but you can’t. that’s the love of your life, your high school sweetheart, the man you always set your eyes on. you can’t just drop everything and leave, like he always does. it’s hard for you to understand what’s happening, but you know that no matter what, you’re staying with this man, till death part the both of you.

JULY 30TH 1994

rich has been acting more off edge now, ever since he has been demoted to the ‘rejected toys room’, which he thought was insane of the company to do. you suggested quitting the job and finding a better one, but rich quickly declined the idea, saying it’s better to stay than leave.

at least he still has avery, who he always have lunch with on fridays. the both of them are good friends, which you’re glad that at least he has someone at work to talk to.

recently, the two of you have been distant, you running around the house making sure it’s clean and food is ready for your husband, in return, you husband working his ass off at the weird factory, always getting angry at every little thing.

it’s more harder that now you have random plush toys in your house, rich says that it’s to calm him down, but you think that they look creepy.

one though, the dog plush, was your favorite, despite its huge smile and its black menacing eyes that stares right into your soul. it had a vanilla scent, and its name was ‘dogday’, which you found adorable.

you would always carry around the plush toy, talking to it as if it was rich, cuddling with it in bed since rich is not there half of the time, pretending that it’s rich but as a plush.

it might seem pathetic, but you missed your husband dearly. you would’ve never guessed how much the two of you have been distant, and how you were slowly feeling replaced by this job. it was all crumbling down on you, but at least you had the dogday plush, it was cute.

either way, you have to thank rich for the plush, it was like a therapy plush. the others plush were nice, but you personally had a bias towards the dog one, as you liked dogs. the catnap plush was a close second.

hopefully, you can reconnect with your husband, maybe beg his boss to give him some time off, have a vacation with each other? just anything to be with him.

PRESENT DAY

now you thank the lord above that you never worked here.

poppy had purposefully crashed the train, resulting in the two of you being separated and you being dropped down a shoot. thankfully, you were quick to get out, realizing that you were now in the playcare sector of the factory. you went through the orphanage, saw catnap who scared the daylights out of you, had a hallucinations, saw a weird looking huggy wuggy, went through the school and always got killed by the teacher, saw catnap worshipping the prototype, and now you were in the playhouse part of the playcare.

how huge was this place again?

crawling through the playhouse, you were met with many of the mini smiling critters, which you thought were adorable. until they started to bite you. using the flare gun , they went away quicker than they came to you.

you felt odd in the playhouse, navigating through the plush maze. the critters followed your every room, but using your flare gun, they went away.

finally, seeing a door, you went through it, being surprised as you saw an empty pool room, with ducks being inside it. it felt uneasy, and you had a frown on your face, thinking that it was going to be an exit.

walking to another door on the other side of the room, you were met with a sort of jail type place, made with plush mats, of course. everything was unnerving, some of the jail cells were broken off, there were dead toys everywhere. some were hanged, some had blood bleeding out of its eyes or neck, some completely didn’t even have a head.

“you .. you’re poppy’s angel ..” your eyes widen, your heart dropped. that voice, it sounded familiar.

you look to see a chained up life-sized dogday, his lower half being cut off from his body, a belt being wrapped around his waist to probably contain the rest of his organs inside. it was horrific, his voice, his black soulless eyes.

“come to save us.” your hand made its way to cover your mouth, trying to contain the scream that was going to come out your mouth. you felt your face growing hot, your ears canceling out whatever he had to say. your emotions were going everywhere, nothing made sense. you thought he was dead, you thought he was 6 feet underground, you thought he wasn’t here no more.

but there is was, all in his glory. well, not quite glory.

“listen to me, you need to get out of this place.” you didn’t say a word, your eyes locking with his soulless ones. it all connected. there was a reason they didn’t want you to see his face, there was a reason it took weeks for them to retrieve his body, there was a reason why the funeral home was confused on why there wasn’t a body. there was a reason why your husband was taken away from you in this God awful place that called itself a loving place.

“i’m not going.” you could practically feel him gasp. the dog — rich, pleaded with you. trying to make you go, saying how the mini critters will come after him, how catnap will come after you.

but nothing was going to make you leave, nothing was going to make you leave your husband once again. nothing was going to let you from not stopping him as he walked out that door to his job. nothing was going to repeat itself once again.

[satsuki-tsuki]

satsuki92 Levihan fanfic masterlist

I know the list is rudimentary at best, but I thought I'd at least compile it all in one place... if any of it interests you, happy reading and I hope you enjoy :)

And of course, please mind the rating and tags of each fic.

(updated on 16th June 2025)

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Multi-chaptered fics

📖 Lessons (read it on ao3)

Rating: Teen and Up | 11 chapters | completed

Summary:

Levi, is enrolled into some upskilling computer skills course, against his will. He hates every minute of it, until a new teacher takes over the classes, and well, everything doesn’t seem so bad after all.

- Levihan, but make it a sort of student/teacher thing and age gap misunderstanding.

**There's also a one shot Epilogue, 📖 after hours (read it on ao3). Please note that the rating of it is Explicit

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📖 if only for tonight (read it on ao3)

Rating: Explicit | 7 chapters | completed

Summary:

A modern AU, ‘friends’ to ‘friends with benefits’ to ‘lovers’ shenanigans, or, the both of them being dumb idiots about each other.

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📖 Save it for later (read it on ao3)

Rating: Explicit | 22 chapters | completed

Summary:

Levi and Hange somehow formed a friendship during their medical school days that only deepened and stayed well into adulthood. Now, as they enter their 40s, the age where everything (particularly) career-wise seemed to have fallen into place, was there anything else amiss in their lives?

It's a friends to lovers' story, but for two adults well past the rosy blush of youth.

**Ongoing translation in Chinese - Mandarin, by the very sweet Bbangae ❤️ also available on ao3 here

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series of one shots

📖 things that are wanted and desired (read on ao3)

Rating: Teen and Up to Mature | 3 one shots | ongoing

Summary:

A series of random one shots, set in the Attack on Titan world. Each fic is a standalone, not linear in timeline, and of course, diverges from canon (Hange lives)

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📖 Ippon! (read it on ao3)

Rating: Teen and Up | 3 one shots | ongoing

Summary:

AU where Levi and Hange are high-school students in a Japanese high school AU. Levi shows up to school just to hit his attendance requirement and is a Judo athlete, while Hange is our ever brilliant top student and budding horticulturist.

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📖 like a shoebox of photographs with sepia-toned loving (read it on ao3)

Rating: Teen and Up to Mature | 6 one shots | sort-of completed

Summary:

AU where Levi co-owns and runs a cafe with his university friends. Hange is the newcomer in town, stumbling into his cafe one day... and well, they fall for each other.

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Standalone one shots

📖 Love Actually (read it on ao3)

Rating: Teen and Up

Summary:

It's the holidays, and New Year’s Eve. And of course, Levi spends it with Hange.

Were they friends? Yes.

Did he like her as more than a friend? Yes.

Does she know? No.

And is he going to do anything about it? No.

Well until... a little leftover Christmas and New Year magic, helps him along.

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📖 War and Peace (read it on ao3)

Rating: Teen and Up

Summary:

In which, Hange is a nurse and Levi is a soldier.

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Moblit x Pieck rarepair fic; a side-story, set within the universe of 'if only for tonight'

📕 bad but sweet (read it on ao3)

Rating: Teen and Up | One-shot

Summary:

Everyone around him is either married, or dating... Far too reserved and never really knowing what to do with the opposite gender, Moblit doesn't think he'll ever get to experience his own sweet love story, and that's fine with Moblit whose life is fulfilling and rich in other ways.

Until, well... until, Pieck Finger.

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[sprunkisunshinesuburbia]

Resident List pt III

Clukr Electrum

Age: 25

Gender: Male, He/Him

Height: 4’7

Color: Silver

Him and his husband make alot of the technology around the Sunshine Suburbs (Thus them and us council members work very closely together!- Heck, one of the council is their robot daughter.) Clukr is pretty lively- Almost a bit too much for me as he darts around working on projects and such that I’m too afraid to go near. (He tells me that potentially any button on there is a “Orphan crushing machine activation switch”- I know he’s joking but… A small part of me is terrified it actually is and that every orphan in the vicinity is in danger.)

He does mean well with his inventions despite his brash nature and strange jokes that often involve things being obliterated in some fashion. Also I think his music taste is nice (It’s um Punk Rock- Which I never thought I liked but hey! New things to listen to aside from recorded cave ambience!) He’s also a bit more comprehensible when it comes to getting explanations on how him and Garnold’s machines work.

Garnold Electrum

Age: 26

Gender: Male, He/ Him

Height: 6’5

Color: Gold

He’s… Odd… Like I mean everyone is in some way but I just cannot get a good read on him! Even without the robot suit, I legitimately can’t tell if he has something on his mind or… maybe nothing at all. He’s got this sort of mildy bored expression he has like almost all the time. What I can glean from hanging out with him and Clukr is that he really likes arcades and animatronics (I’ve never seen either of those before meeting the two of them… I didn’t live anywhere near any cities.)

He’s also real quiet- Shows up when you least expect him and goes “ooga booga” and it spooked me really bad at first (I’m a little bit of coward…) but I think thats one of the few times I’ve seen him smile so I assume he’s about as mischievous as his spouse.

He also does of the more dangerous tasks down in their laboratory due to the suit he made… Which he wears all the time! And its to the point where I kind of need a moment to recognize him without his suit on- Kind of like when you see your friend without glasses for the first few times. (I’ve been on the opposite end of that situation before-)

“Funbot” Felix Funsie Funnington Electrum

Age: 3 (Operational years), 13 ( Mentally)

Gender: None , It/Its

Height: 4’5

Color: Dull Gold

The first of Clukr and Garnold’s kids! Its very hyper and loves to play games- Like tag! (I can never keep up… I get so tired so fast.) I assume its so hyper since its solar powered (like almost everything here! It only makes sense since the sun’s always here-) It’s also very adventurous too- Along with its friend Laffy! Probably too adventurous because someone usually has to reign them back in and get the two back home. (Usually Tunner since he lives a bit on the outskirts, Sometimes Syno and Nymn when they get really far like, Practically out of town.)

Overall it’s a good kid! I’d offer to babysit it if I wasn’t so busy with sorting out papers inside most of the day- It gets pretty sluggish and sleepy (Can a robot get sleepy?) after like awhile indoors.

“Mr. Fun Computer” Felicity Electrum

Age: 3 (Operational years), 20 ( Mentally)

Gender: Female , She/He/It

Height: 6’5

Color: Velvet Blue

She's my co-worker! One of the council members (Though she'd rather have her info here alongside her family's than in a separate page-) . She was made specifically to help the town (Which she does so well!- Couldn’t have imagined getting all the documents sorted in a day without her or like… Uh she’s actually also the whole electric transmission system too- And other things- It’s alot-)

She’s generally pretty friendly to everyone though more so to the residents in the town registry (She says it’s nothing personal, It’s how she was programmed. Security reasons and all.) She also likes telling random fun facts like “A Blinker takes about 3 to 4 hours to mow a lawn.” and “The color of a sprunki, While dependant on genetics is also effected by environment.” kind of sometimes feels out of the blue but I suppose thats how she starts conversations without someone asking her for help . Speaking of that!- If you do need help she’s almost everywhere in her booths in town. All you need to do is ask!

I will also warn that she kind of got her dad (Garnold)’s habit of popping out and scaring the living lights out of people but!! It’s all in good fun! Don’t take it personally when she does it— She’s just having fun!

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[cookies-after-dark]

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Hi so I decided to make a separate blog exclusively for suggestive and NSFW Cookie Run content because I do not want my multifandom sideblog to be littered with straight up cookie porn and I do not want to be Perceived with my main blog and this one. anyways

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[propertyofkylar]

kinktober day 10: knife play (f!kylar x f!pc)

word count: 1286

tags/warnings: knife play, blood play, cutting, typical kylar yandere nonsense, no gendered terms used for reader but reader does have a cunt

“Don’t you like my knife, my love?” Kylar cooed, the cold steel scratching your neck as she gently dragged it down your skin. She wasn’t pressing hard enough to cut or injure you, but it was enough to make you nervous.

You were trapped in Kylar’s basement, as you had been for several days now - you weren’t entirely sure how long you had been there, as it was difficult to tell the difference between day or night in the dark, dank room. But Kylar - the sweet, lonely Kylar you had thought was just a bit of an oddball loner, but nothing too crazy - seemed to be growing more unhinged by the minute.

Now, she was flashing her knife to you, the handle decorated with a beautiful pink ribbon. “I made it pretty for you,” she said, using the tip of the knife to trace a heart on your skin. You shuddered. “Don’t you like it? Please tell me you like it.” 

Despite everything, you still felt a pang of sympathy for the girl. After all, she was trying so hard just for you…you swallowed. “Yes,” you croaked out, voice raspy from disuse. “It’s…lovely.”

Kylar beamed, showering your face with kisses. “Yes! I knew you would love it! Oh, my love, you have no idea how happy this makes me!” She pulled away and pressed the flat end of the blade to your neck. It was cold. She pressed another kiss to your cheek. 

When Kylar looked at you again, you saw her eyes were dark and wild. A wave of fear coursed through your body, but along with it was a wave of arousal. It was undeniable that this side of Kylar, however crazy and scary it was, also was insanely attractive to you. You could feel your skin flush, making the knife blade feel even colder.

“You’re so, so beautiful,” Kylar whispered, jumping off your lap to kneel in front of you. “My love, I want to taste you.”

She gently pushed your legs and they parted with ease. She still gripped her knife tightly in one hand, the other tracing random shapes on your bare thigh. “I want to mark you,” Kylar said softly, fingers tightening around the knife’s handle. “I want the world to know you belong to me, and me alone.”

You nodded in response. “...okay,” you said, and Kylar lit up again. 

“I don’t want to hurt you,” she said cautiously, but her smile betrayed her true feelings. “But you have to let me do this. I promise it won’t hurt too much.”

You nodded again, and Kylar covered your thighs in even more kisses. Her hot breath so close to your wet cunt made you shiver with arousal. Your muscles tensed, and she rubbed your thigh gently. “Relax, my love. It’ll be fine.”

Kylar held up her knife resolutely and then brought it down on your skin. The sharp blade made you hiss as she swiftly drew lines across your flesh. You looked down at where she had held the knife, as the pain was over quick. On your bare thigh, blood bubbled up in the shape of the letter “K.”

She smiled again at you. “See, my love? It’s undeniable. If anyone dares to get closer to you -” her hand tightened even further on the knife handle. “- this mark will show them who you belong to.”

Kylar then bent her head over and lapped up your blood, like a small vampire in front of you, although she looked more like a tiny kitten. When she looked back up, her eyes were shining in adoration. “Now you’re a part of me.” She licked the blade too, ensuring every last drop was gone.

“Fuck,” you moaned. The sight was simply too erotic. Kylar grinned wildly at you.

“Oh! And guess what, my love!” She tugged up the skirt of her dress, revealing her entirely bare lower half. On her stomach was carved your first initial, slightly scabbing over, but nonetheless a fresh cut. “I did this earlier so we could match. I would’ve done it in front of you to show my eternal love, but I was afraid you might be squeamish about blood. I didn’t want to alarm you.”

Admittedly, the sight of Kylar with your initial carved into her skin…it certainly did something to you. “Oh,” was all you could squeak out, feeling lightheaded from how turned on you were. In response, she hummed happily, gently tracing your skin with the tip of her blade. It didn’t draw any blood; she was just doodling little scratch marks on your legs. Her chin rested on your knee and the vibration of her vocal chords sent tingles through your body. 

You were starting to feel uncomfortable with how horny you were getting, and when you shifted slightly, Kylar didn’t miss it. “My love,” she giggled, forcing your legs open further. “You’re dripping for me.”

“Please, Kylar,” you breathed out, and her face instantly colored. She giggled again, sounding a little nervous and shy.

“M-my love wants me!” Kylar trilled. “O-of course you do. Of course. I must do what my love wants!”

Then, she dove her head in, lapping up your dripping juices the same way she had lapped up your blood mere moments before. You moaned as her tongue wormed into your aching cunt, licking you up as if she were dying of dehydration.

“Feels s’good, Kylar,” you groaned, your hands flexing in their bonds. How you wanted to lace your fingers in Kylar’s hair at that moment, knowing how she loved having her hair pulled hard. 

“I love you,” she murmured, vibrations ringing across your folds. There was a clatter as she dropped the knife from her hand, instead slipping two fingers into your hole as her tongue traced hearts around your clit. “I love you. I love you, so, so much.”

“Oh my God,” you sucked in a sharp breath as her fingers curled at just the right angle inside of you. “Oh, fuck. Please don’t stop.”

“You’re so warm,” Kylar mumbled against the skin of your inner thighs. “And you taste so sweet.”

“Ah, Kylar,” your breath hitched as your body squirmed against its bindings, moving of its own accord. There was a slight stinging feeling in your thigh from her cuts that heightened your arousal. “I’m so close…”

She giggled, her breath warm as her fingers pumped in and out. “Please, my love. Please cum on my face.”

Your nails dug into the arms of the chair as your climax hit, whining out Kylar’s name while your hips lifted off the seat. Kylar diligently kept licking, not letting a single drop of your juices go to waste. The things her tongue was doing to your oversensitive clit made you feel like you were going to explode.

You rode out your orgasm and finally, Kylar pulled away, her chin glistening. She never looked so happy in her life, you thought. “Now I get to have even more of my love inside of me!”

“Hah, yeah,” you mumbled, still coming down from your high. Kylar had picked up her knife again and was idly twirling it in her hands as she gazed at you adoringly. “I…I really did like the knife, Kylar.”

She smiled and held it close to her chest, resting her cheek on your knee. “That makes me so happy!” Kylar traced her fingers on the “K” she had carved into your skin. The bleeding had stopped, but the scratch was clear as day. “Hm…maybe I should put my whole name on there! That way, everyone will know for sure what it means…”

All you could do was smile weakly as Kylar rambled on and on.

[melonsodypop]

yakuza men and their favorite positions !

❈ pairing - kazuma kiryu, goro majima, taiga saejima, shun akiyama, y0!akira nishikiyama, daigo dojima/afab!reader (all separate) ❈ tags - nsfw, minors dni, bullet list headcanons, no gendered pronouns or terms used, penetrative sex, use of nicknames (doll, babe, baby, darling), bulge kink (kiryu), brief mention of spanking and choking (majima), light degradation (majima), size kink (saejima), dacryphilia/mention of reader receiving oral (akiyama), mention of exhibitionism/semipublic s3x (daigo)

kazuma kiryu ❈ missionary

let's face it, the dragon of dojima is about as vanilla as they come

it would probably take a long time of dating him before things ever got past just a heavy makeout sesh - not because he doesn't trust you, but he just doesn't trust himself to make it an enjoyable experience for you

so when you two finally decide to take things to the bed, he lays you down gently on your back and decides to go the tried and true way

if you call him out on it he stammers and insists he's just old-fashioned

what he won't tell you is that he's so enamored with you that he can't bear the thought of any position where he can't look you in the eyes and see your cute face. anything else just seems impersonal and that's not kiryu's style

he keeps a close eye on your facial expressions as he's thrusting into you - he knows he's a little bigger than average and so he's ready to stop as soon as he sees the smallest indication of pain

that all goes flying out the window though once you get adjusted to him and it actually starts feeling good - kiryu ends up burying his face in your neck to muffle his groans as his hips pick up the pace

god forbid if he ends up looking down to see the bulge forming in your lower belly every time he bottoms out - kiryu likes to think he's a pretty disciplined man and can hold himself back 9 times out of 10, but he's not gonna be able to let you out of his grasp after he finds out how hard that gets him

goro majima ❈ doggy

ok yeah how surprising i gave the mad dog of shimano doggy BUT HEAR ME OUT

for majima, it's less about seeing your ass and more about the satisfaction of just bending you over whatever surface is nearby when the mood strikes

(though, by god, he does very much appreciate your ass, and he'll let you know by leaving a few handprints on it)

he absolutely looooves the way that you mewl and start scrambling for purchase on whatever random furniture item he's decided to push you onto this time

you just know you're going to have bruises on your hips from the way his glove-clad fingers are digging into them, keeping you pinned down as he ruts wildly into you from behind like an animal in heat

have i also mentioned that goro majima cannot shut the fuck up while he's inside you?

one of his absolute favorite things to do is to wrap one arm around your waist and one hand around your throat, forcing your upper half to arch up against his bare chest and whispering/cooing all sorts of nasty shit in your ear so you clench around him

"look at'cha, doll, drooling from both ends - what, ya like being fucked from behind like this? letting me push ya on any damn surface i want? dirty little thing"

yeah he's nasty

taiga saejima ❈ mating press

saejima's always been acutely aware of just how huge he is compared to the average person, being 6'3 and built like a brick wall

he silently takes a lot of pride in it, as its part of what makes him so strong

so, yeah, he's gonna have a little bit of a size kink, and a position like mating press that lets him absolutely engulf your (relatively) tiny body in his drives him absolutely crazy

the protective instinct in him is also satiated by the fact that you're entirely in his grasp, wrapping his arms around you and shielding you from the outside world

not surprisingly, he's HUNG, and he likes that by folding you in half he can stuff as many inches of his girth as deep into your warmth as he humanly can

he'd be afraid to put all of his weight onto you or be too rough at first, trying to hold back so he doesn't completely crush you or split you in half

but when you start whimpering and looking at him with those glassy eyes, begging him to go faster, all hell breaks loose

hope you weren't planning to walk the next day, because saejima's focus is solely going to be on fucking you into the mattress until you're begging him to stop

shun akiyama ❈ cowgirl

though akiyama obliges without missing a beat the second his darling asks him to get on top, those moments when you push him back onto the bed and straddle his hips is when he's truly on cloud nine

akiyama loves getting to be a bit lazy, much preferring to lay back and look pretty while you take the lead

oh, and he gets your pretty tits bouncing in his face, too? safe to say he's having the time of his life

he much prefers when you face him, too, as opposed to reverse cowgirl - mostly because he can't get enough of the way your face twists and contorts when you're bouncing on his cock

he's so mean, too, purposefully ignoring your signs of exhaustion until you've completely stopped rolling your hips, the pout on your lips just so damn cute to him

"what's wrong, babe? too tired to finish what you started?"

there's that shit-eating smirk on his lips and his eyes gleam with mischief, and you already knows what he wants

he makes you beg for him to help you finish, teasing you with little rolls and thrusts of his hips up into you but never actually finishing the job until he thinks he's tormented you enough

"shh, alright, alright, baby," he'd coo, reaching up to wipe your tears and push a strand of hair out of your face, pressing his lips to your forehead. "i'll help you out, since you asked so nicely..."

he doesn't make you wait any longer, gripping your hips tightly and thrusting up into you, determined to make you fall apart - and probably again with you sitting on his face if he's so lucky

akira nishikiyama ❈ prone bone

as much as he tries to deny it and act like the tough yakuza gangster he's supposed to be, if nishiki could open your skin and crawl into it he probably would

prone bone's probably the closest he's going to get, though, pinning you to the mattress with every inch of his front pressed to your back as he ruts his cock into you is just enough skin contact to satiate his need to be as close to you as he can

he loves to tease you, making you beg and playing hard to get - but as soon as he feels your sweet walls wrapped around his aching length he crumbles

he'd keep your head supported with his arms underneath it, babbling out a string of praises and affections into your ear as he loses himself in the feeling of burying himself into your wet pussy

he's also glad that this position doesn't let you see his face, so you can't see just how wrecked he is - his pretty hair falling over his face and plastered to his forehead with sweat, his cheeks flushed, his lips swollen and eyes gleaming with pleasured tears

he only presses his weight down more if he feels you start to squirm, pulling you back onto his length when you subconsciously try to get away from the overwhelming pleasure he's giving you

"no, no, stay, don't leave me, just stay right here w'me - fuck, you feel so good, baby..."

absolutely the type to collapse on top of you after he cums, just basking in the afterglow and the feeling of his sweaty skin sticking to yours

just laughs when you whine and tell him to get off of you. "nah, think i just wanna stay like this for a bit," he chuckles, pressing kisses to the nape of your neck. what he doesn't tell you is that he'd stay like that forever, if he could.

daigo dojima ❈ chair reverse cowgirl

admittedly, when you first started dating, this was not daigo's favorite

he much preferred being able to have you in an actual bed, where he can look you in the eyes and fuck you properly

but being the chairman is not a leisurely occupation, and he found himself only being able to have you in little quickies here and there

he always sort of resented this fact until you two got a little too hot and heavy while sitting in his lap in his office, and well... one thing lead to another

he found himself thrusting up into you from below while you sat in his lap, your head lolling back against his shoulder and your slick dripping onto the leather chair

it was so improper. filthy. disgraceful, even. daigo fucking loved it

something about you being in his lap, his hand clamped over your mouth as he desperately thrust into your core from below made him so hard he could feel it in his teeth

"keep it down, darling. you wouldn't want somebody knowing what we're doing in here, would you?"

in truth, he knows the office is soundproof, knows that no one would dare barge in on the tojo clan chairman unannounced - but the thought of someone coming in and seeing you like this, seeing him claiming you so thoroughly, has his orgasm already starting to build at the base of his spine

and he knows it arouses you too, chuckling softly against your neck as he feels you clench down tightly around his length

daigo still has to be proper, attend to his duties as they come up - but ever since that day, he relishes the few opportunities he gets to pull you into his office and ravish you on his lap again

[bloody-cupcakes]

Manipulative yandere! Veronica Sawyer x gn reader

Tw: yandere/dark content, gender neutral reader, Veronica is a very manipulative yandere but we love her anyway, Kurt and Ram mentioned along with their typical gross behavior, mentions of death/murder, brief argument between Veronica and JD that the reader overhears, slight swearing

A/N: this is for the lovely alligator anon who wanted either headcanons or a fic with manipulative yandere Veronica. I felt bad they had to wait for so long so I ended up writing both to make up for it (the original ask + the headcanons I wrote can be found here) hope you enjoy 💚

Veronica was a great girlfriend, and she loved you, sure, but she also had a bit of a mean streak about her. You brushed it off at first, chalking it up to Heather Chandler and her control, but when her behavior seemed to get worse even after Heather's death you started to become suspicious, especially of her new "friend" JD.

Whenever your brought up your concerns, though, she either rolled her eyes and scoffed or became almost condescendingly worried about you. In either case, you were brushed off as if your thoughts didn't matter much.

"I'm telling you, Veronica, this JD guy seems like bad news," you insisted as you trailed behind her through the hallways of Westerberg High, flinching when you heard jeering from Kurt and Ram over your clothing choice.

"He's nothing to worry about, you're overreacting." Veronica shot the jocks a dirty look while her lips curled up into an angry scowl at the unwanted attention they'd been giving you. "Hey, I just remembered I have to help my mom with something tonight, is it okay if you hang out with Heather McNamara instead of me?"

"What does she need help with? Maybe I can tag along!" You came across as a little desperate for attention, but in your defense you'd been craving some alone time with Veronica recently since she'd been distracted and more focused on JD than you.

"Sorry, but not this time."

Your shoulders slumped at her words and dismissive behavior. You just wanted to spend some time with your girlfriend, was that really so wrong?

"But-"

"I have to go, okay? I'll catch up with you later." With that, she left, making a beeline for the opposite direction.

"Bye," you mumbled out sadly as you watched her leave, quickly scurrying to your next class the moment you saw Kurt and Ram heading in your direction.

After school, you went over to Veronica's place in hopes that maybe she wasn't as busy as she'd claimed to be, but you didn't find her there. Her parents told you she had a school project to do with JD, and that's why she was gone.

You cried yourself to sleep that night in her bed, as her parents didn't have the heart to tell you to go back home and wait for her there. When you woke up the next day, everything seemed normal, until the sound of two people arguing suddenly cut through the air.

"Just forget about them! They're getting in the way of what we've set out to do," a deep male voice hissed, one that you recognized almost immediately as JD from the slight lisp and arrogance in his tone.

"No, I'm not going to 'just forget about them'! I care about them, they're one of the reasons why I'm doing this in the first place." You perked up at the second voice, immediately knowing it to be your girlfriend. "I need to protect them from all the awful people we're trying to get rid of."

If either of them knew you were there, they didn't show it, not even bothering to question the random lump under the blankets. You stayed quiet, listening in so you could hopefully find out what they were fighting over.

"They're starting to ask questions, and pretty soon it's going to lead to them finding out about something they're not supposed to, I just know it." JD didn't exactly seem like he was completely stable judging from his panicked voice and the way he kept pacing back and forth. "We should just get rid of them while we still have the chance."

"I said, no. I can handle it," Veronica snapped in a harsh tone, something that caused you to jump slightly. You could've sworn their eyes flickered over to you for a split second, but when they didn't acknowledge it you figured it must've just been a trick of the light. "We had a deal, remember? I'd help you with faking the suicides as long as you stayed away from the people I actually cared about."

JD let out an annoyed scoff, backing up some as he looked her up and down in a judgmental manner. "You're joking, right? You do realize that sometimes plans have to change?"

"Not this one," she insisted as she took a few steps towards him, refusing to back down.

The two glared at each other for a moment before he let out a huff of disbelief. "God, I can't believe you. You're really willing to risk everything we've accomplished for one person?"

She placed her hands on her hips and nodded. "You're damn right I am."

JD rolled his eyes at her before turning to leave from out the window. "Fine. I'll hold up my end of the bargain, so long as you hold up yours." With that, he quickly slipped out and was gone. The sound of a motorcycle revving up could be faintly heard through the window, which he'd purposely left ajar.

Veronica shut the window and headed downstairs, which would've given you the perfect chance to sneak out through her window if you weren't so worried about JD showing up again. You fell back asleep while trying to decide what to do about the conversation you'd overheard, not waking up again until much later.

Your girlfriend had you pulled into her lap as she hummed softly, her hand gently caressing her face. "Good morning, sleepy head," she greeted casual, as if nothing was out of the usual. "Or good afternoon, more like. You slept through lunch."

"Mrgh..." You groaned while sitting up, blinking a few times as your eyes adjusted to the light of the room. "Is JD still here?" The thought suddenly popped into your head that he might not have left the first time like you thought he had.

"Of course not, silly. He never was."

It was hard to hide the way your features contorted into a look of sleepy confusion at her words. "But... you two were fighting... about something..." You tried to protest, not thinking clearly enough to realize you probably shouldn't have admitted to knowing about their conversation.

"Whatever you think you heard, you didn't, okay? I'm sure you just had a bad dream." Veronica's voice was still soft on the surface, but it had a slight edge to it, as if she was trying to subtly tell you to drop the subject.

Still, you persisted. "No, I know what I heard. The two of you were standing there, and you were arguing over something to do with me. I'm certain of it."

Her eyes darkened as her tone became a lot firmer than before. "You don't know what you heard. You've been asleep ever since I came back alone earlier today."

The way she was speaking kind of scared you. Sure, you'd heard her speak up to people before, but it was usually a bully of some kind, maybe even one of the Heathers who was trying to push her around. Never before had she talked like that to you, certainly not when you were just asking a question. At that point you knew it was best to just let it go than risk making her mad at you.

"Yeah, you're probably right. I must've just dreamt it," you mumbled reluctantly, not wanting to argue.

She smiled as her eyes softened again, her tone returning back to normal. "Of course you did. Now, why don't you stay here while I get you something to eat, okay? I'm sure you must be starving."

There were so many different questions you wanted to ask her, but part of you was scared about the consequences that asking them might bring. Then again, you were probably just overthinking it in the first place.

There was absolutely no way your girlfriend could be involved in any sort of criminal activity. Although the statement she made about helping JD "fake the suicides" did make your stomach churn, she was right, it must've just been something you imagined.

Heather Chandler killed herself, not Veronica and JD, you were certain of it. And the bodies of Kurt and Ram that would soon be later found were clearly also just suicides, nothing unusual about them at all.

So why did you get the feeling that this was just the beginning?

[fairy-writes]

PETRICHOR AND LEATHER JACKETS

Reblogs and Comments are greatly appreciated!!

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Fandom(s): NBC Grimm

Pairing(s): Nick Burkhardt x Reader

Word Count: 0.6k

Genre(s)/Tag(s): Gender Neutral!Reader, Hurt/Comfort, Platonic Relationships, Reader is implied to be shorter than Nick

Notes: This is right after Juliette falls into a coma at the end of season 1

Just something short because I’m slowly burning out again

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You meet Nick at the hospital. 

He had called you late into the night, babbling about magic and Juliette and comas. It was clear he needed someone with a clear head, so you dressed quickly and met him at the hospital. 

Detective Nick Burkhardt paced the hallway of the hospital as the team of medical personnel worked to stabilize his girlfriend. He was soaked with rain and smelled of petrichor as you approached him. 

He tugged at the ends of his hair and ran his hands through the wet locks, as he always did when he was anxious or frustrated. You gently stopped him from tugging his hair out and drew him into a hug. His leather jacket was just as wet as the rest of him, but his arms were tight, and you could feel his heart thundering in his chest. 

“How is she?” You ask, and he shrugs, looking toward her room where a nurse checks her vitals. 

“She’s stable. I think. The doctor hasn’t told me much other than he’s not sure what caused the coma without some tests. They’re just keeping her comfortable for now.” He says, emotionless, quiet, not at all like himself. You fit yourself into your friend’s side, and he wraps an arm around your shoulders as if you were his lifeline. 

Any random person passing by would’ve thought you were a couple. But you knew that wasn’t the case. He was your best friend. Your rock. And you were his. You helped him adjust to the Grimm world as someone who wasn’t a Grimm nor a wesen but knew of both. In fact, you practically grew up together at the insistence of Aunt Marie. 

“This is my fault,” He says bitterly, and you hush him gently. You had known of his desire to tell Juliette of the Grimm world and even encouraged it! You knew of Adalind. You knew practically everything that went on in his head. It was the perk of knowing him for two decades. 

“You know that’s a lie. It was that witch’s Adalind’s fault and no one else’s.” You say vehemently, and he stares at you for a moment before hanging his head and chuckling. 

“Thanks.” He mumbles, and you grin, reaching up to tangle your hand with his to lead him out to the car. 

“You gave your number to the hospital, right? They’ll call you if anything changes. And you need sleep,” You say, putting up your umbrella as the two of you step back into the rain. 

The sound of pattering drops on the umbrella helps calm you, and by proxy, it helps calm Nick. His shoulders release their tension until he’s bantering back and forth, just like old times. 

The two of you stop when you reach Nick’s beat-up old car. 

“Is there anything I can do for you? Anything at all. Name it, and I’ll do it.” You say as he stands with his driver’s side door open. He hesitates, and you arch an eyebrow. 

“Can… Can I have another hug? Please?” He sounds broken and oh so small. Your heart breaks just as his voice does. 

“Oh Nick… You know you never have to ask. You whisper and pull him into a tight embrace, foregoing your umbrella and letting it tumble to the asphalt of the hospital parking lot. 

The Grimm returns the affection just as readily. His arms go around your waist just as you pull him down by his shoulders. He buries his face in your hair, and you don’t even care that you’re slowly getting soaked by the still-falling torrent of rain. 

You pull away, hands on his shoulders, as you look him in the eye, 

“Everything will work out, Nick. I promise.” You say, and he just smiles.