#*kicking my feet in the air* *wagging my tail*

[stillinthatweirdfaze]

whenever I’m watching a summer camp movie and there’s an outdoorsy and nice girl camp councilor charecter the lesbian sirens go off in my mind so loud

[vivwritesfics]

Roosters Girl

Roosters life is bliss. He had his own house, had the dog he had dreamed of owning since he was a child, was married to his soulmate and they were expecting a baby. This is a glimpse into a day off for him.

Waking up next to Bradley wasn't easy. He had his limbs completely wrapped around her own, holding her close, reluctant to let her go.

But waking up was a necessity. She untangled herself from his hold and slipped out of the bed. The cold air bit at her naked body and she was quick to get changed into a shirt of his and a pair of his sweatpants. On days that they were home the two of them enjoying each other, she rarely wore her own clothes.

She walked out of the bedroom, trudging along as sleep still gripped her. "Hey, Duch," she said to the Rottweiler as she passed her.

Duch, who's full name was Duchess, raised her head ever so slightly. She shook herself, as if to wake up, and followed her mom into the kitchen.

While her mom made a coffee, Duchess went out into the garden. She did her business and came back inside, sitting at her moms feet. "Bradley will be up to walk you soon," she whispered as she scratched the top of Duchess's head.

There was no movement from the bedroom. She checked the time on the oven clock (which was an hour behind) and sighed. Nine thirty, Bradley would be kicking himself if he knew he had slept in this late. "C'mon," she whispered and made her way back to the bedroom, Duchess hot on her tail.

"Bradley," she whispered, placing the half full cup of coffee on the bedside table. (It was the perfect height for Duchess to knock over and, with the rate she was wagging her tail, it was inevitable. She placed it on a much taller cabinet instead).

In her absence, her husband had stretched himself across the bed, star fishing out. His legs were spread out and his head was on her pillow. His muscular back was stretched out before her and light snores left his lips. "Come on, my love," she said gently, but he still snored.

Duchess jumped onto the bed. The sheer force of that alone was enough to wake Bradley up. His eyes fly open and he stared up at his wife.

He attempted to wish her good morning. But Duchess got in there before he did. She licked all over his face as Bradley tried desperately to get away.

When, at last, he sat up, Duchess backed off. She settled down onto the bed beside him, her tail thumping against the headboard. "Good morning, pretty girl," he said, his voice groggy.

She grabbed her coffee from the cabinet, readying herself to take a sip, but Bradley reached for it. He took it from her hands and who was she to stop it? "Does her majesty need to go out?" He asked, passing the cup back to her and wiping the coffee away from his moustache with the back of his hand.

She nodded her head and Bradley climbed out of bed. In an instant he had her wrapped in his arms, his lips against hers. "Good morning," she whispered to him as she pressed her forehead to his.

"Good morning," he whispered back and kissed her again.

Bradley got dressed. In a matter of minutes he had Duchess in her harness, with her lead attached, and was kissing his wife goodbye as he headed to the front door.

Any excuse to kiss her, she had come to realise. But Bradley really didn't need an excuse. She'd kiss him any time, any place, no matter what.

As she waited for Bradley to return, she started on breakfast. She buttered the toast and cooked the eggs for herself and Bradley, filling up Duchess's bowl, ready for the moment they walked through the door.

Duchess's first walk of the morning, when it was just a walk, was always the shortest. Most mornings it would be a run, with Bradley setting the pace. But, on mornings like this, when he just wanted to get back to his wife, he kept it to a short walk. He'd take Duchess out again later.

No more than fifteen minutes after they had left, Bradley and Duchess were walking back through the door. "Hey, pretty girl," he called at the sight of her sitting there, waiting for him. He took off Duchess's harness and hung it up on the coat rack before making his way to her.

As soon as he had reached her, Bradley stooped to press a gentle kiss to her lips. She shut her eyes and grabbed the back of her neck, holding him there until he had to pull away for air.

"Are you still up for The Hard Deck, later?"

Bradley hadn't joined his fellow navy pilots at the Hard Deck for a good month now. Ever since they found out that they were expecting, Bradley had spent every spare moment with her.

She nodded, leaning against him. Bradley placed his head on her stomach, on her non-existent bump. He let out a moan as she ran her fingers through his hair, scratching at his scalp. His eyes opened her and he looked up at her with a dopey smile on his face. "I love you."

She leaned down and kissed him. "I love you," she said.

They spent their morning out in the garden. Bradley was with Duchess, throwing a ball across the garden and calling for to bring it back.

As they played, she was by the flowerbed, digging up those that had died and replacing them, ready for the summer. Music played quietly from her phone and she hummed along as she gardened.

They were just filling the day, finding things to do together until they headed off to The Hard Deck.

An hour before they were showering together. Bradley ran the loofa over her skin, his touches delicate. They were always delicate and soft now, ever since they found out they were going to be pregnant.

It didn't take Bradley very long to get ready. He put on his usual Hawaiian shirt and groomed his moustache, and then he was ready. So, he sat on the bed, watching as she got ready.

"Fucking hell, you're gorgeous," he said as he watched her apply mascara.

She looked at him in the mirror. Her husband, her wonderful husband. When he found out he was going to be a father, he was so happy. He picked her up and spun her around before placing her back down and kissing her. "You're carrying my baby," he whispered, his forehead against his.

Bradley was meant to be a father. They hadn't spoken about having kids before the positive pregnancy test, but they hadn't exactly been careful.

When she was ready to go, her back on her shoulder, Bradley wrapped his arm around her and led her out of the house to the Bronco. He couldn't wait for her to start showing.

Bradley hadn't been all that clingy before they found out they were expecting. He'd been loving, but not clingy. But now, he couldn't even drive without having a hand on her. And she loved every second of it.

When they walked into The Hard Deck, hangman was the first to notice them. "Rooster's got his girl," he said and took a swig of his beer.

Bradley held their hands as they walked over. He stood behind her, his arms around her as he greeted his fellow aviators. Nat was usually the happiest to see them, and this was no exception.

As usual, Hangman was flirting with her. He didn't mean anything by it, just liked to get under Bradley's skin. While he spoke to Nat and Mickey, she was speaking to Bob, completely ignoring Jake.

But they found their way back to each other. "You ready to go, pretty girl?" He asked as she wrapped her arms around his neck.

She pouted up at her husband. "We have to tell them, Bradley," she mumbled and laid her head against his chest.

Bradley let out a huff. He didn't want to tell them, wanted to keep his little family to himself. But the way his wife was looking up at her, he couldn't say no to her.

He cleared his throat. "Guys," he called as he wrapped one arm around her. The rest of the dagger squad turned towards them, all eyes on the two of them. His wife couldn't hide her smile as they all turned to her. "We're gonna be parents."

[souperstition]

having a boyfriend while ur therian or otherkin is so based

me: it's kinda sad that u can't see my tail wag

him: it's kinda easy to tell when it's wagging. u kick ur feet in the air when ur laying down

chat i love him

[multi-fandom-imagine]

Hello! I really love how you write about Husk as a dad. I find adorable Marylin and Husk’s relationship but I’ve been dying to see more interactions between and Husk and the other two kits! Could you write something about this? Like Husk playing with Coltrane and Harry (like cats wrestling) while Marylin is with the reader?

A/n: Love writing Dad!Husk thing's and I really do need to write more with him and the two boys.

Husk was slowly getting used to being a father, he loved his kits more than anything and since Marylin was spending time with you he was spending time with the boys.

Coltrane jumping on his father's back, the little feet kicking the air as Harry leapt on his father's chest as Husk dramatically fell to his knees not wanting to hurt his kits. "Agh you got me! Ya got your old man, you're too strong!"

Little chirps and purrs left the kits chest as the two nuzzled into their father's chest. "Papa!Papa!" Harry pawed at his father's chest while Coltrane swatted at his Husk's tail.

Deep purr escaped Husk's chest, his ear twitching as the boys then started to play fight on his chest until the rolled off and onto the ground. "You two got enough energy to last a life time...hmp...I bet you two would be amazin at poker?"

Hearing his father's voice, Coltrane tilted his head to the side. Wagging his butt, tail swaying back and forth. The Kit leapt on his father's chest, tiny nails sinking into the fur.

Biting back his own yelp, Husk pulled his son off his chest as he narrowed his eyes. "You really know how to fight don't ya...tough little guy. You're gonna be strong like your old man won't ya...use that to keep your ma and sister safe right."

Letting out a squeak, Coltrane nodded his head as his tail started to wag.

Scooping up Harry, Husk scratched both of his son's head as he held him close. "That goes for you too Harry...hmp well when ya get bigger that is...it's my job to keep ya'll all safe."

Sighing, he kissed both of his son's head as they nuzzled into his chest. "I'll always keep ya safe."

[mrs-illyrian-baby]

Cassian x Bunny!Reader

Cass returns to the House of Wind, his ego bruised, but as long as he has his Bun, he’ll be okay.

Warnings: 18+ sexual content, bunny-hybrid reader, implied pet play (ears, tail etc), fingering, p in v sex, unprotected sex, dirty talk, size difference/size kink

Divider by @firefly-graphics

Masterlist | Cassian | Cass & Bun AU

The house was empty, silent, save the soft footsteps that scampered from the small innocuous door leading to the 10,000 steps into the grander stairwell leading to the bedrooms below. Your ear twitched, long and furred, before you slid through the thick oak door and into Cassian’s bedroom. 

Inside you surveyed the room, empty, a few books scattered on the low table by the fire, abandoned along with the half drunk glass of red wine, still warmed by the hand that had left fingerprints on the bowl, under the Illyrian chair where black boots, fallen on their side as if kicked off. 

So he wasn’t here. Your ears twitched again, the left standing proudly from your hair, listening intently. You reached up to itch your right ear, the lop-sided one that folded halfway down, making it harder to pinpoint your quarry. A door creaked, and suddenly your heart raced, no longer feeling so confident as the hunter, you turned on quiet feet to the once shut door to the bathing room. 

Inside, the bath, wide enough for not just Cassian’s shoulders but also his wings, still steamed. 

Before you could take another breath you were in his arms, corded muscle wrapped around you, hands tickling your ribs and his nose pressed to the back of your neck, breathing you in. 

“There you are, Bun!” His voice rumbled through your back, a shiver running down your spine from the puff of warm air on your sweat cool neck. Being an Ostarina came with many advantages, being able to climb the 10,000 steps on your light, bouncy, feet was one of them. The tall, soft ears that grew from the top of your head should have been another, if only Cassian’s hunting abilities weren’t superior, you also enjoyed your little tail, a tuft of hair in the same soft pinks and whites as your ears, bordered by darker brown fur above it, that protruded from just above your bottom and lifted your skirt up slightly…, and was now wagging against Cass’ chest. 

“Cass!” You giggled, squirming in his grasp, feet dangling above the ground. He swung you around until you both fell onto the bed. He smiled at you, happy and content, before pulling you to sit in his lap and letting you feel the hardness growing under his too-small towel. 

Humming happily he snuck his hands up your thighs and under your skirt, pushing aside your damp, silk panties to feel his favourite part of you.

“Always so happy to see me, Bun, you certainly know how to sooth my bruised ego.” He retracted his fingers, now sticky with your arousal. It was so easy to get you going and so difficult to sate you once you were aroused. Like all bunnies you loved to fuck, insatiable and relentless, a true match for Cassian’s equally voracious appetites. 

“Always, Cass.” You bent down to nuzzle your nose against his, “who hurt your ego?” Concern washed over your face as you ran a cautious hand down his tattooed chest, checking for any physical bruises or new scars. He allowed you to survey him, tying his long damp hair back. Your hands cupped his cheeks, then slid down his neck, no cuts, no blood. 

“Oh, my sweet Bunny, nothing I can’t handle.” He gave you a sad smile, his hands dancing up and down your thighs again, “nothing that can’t be fixed by being here with you.” 

 “And how can I fix you now, my mighty General.” You teased, rubbing your nose against his cheek and inhaling deeply again, he was like a warm fire, the embers already crackling merrily, both comfort and raw power at the same time. His hands held you close, letting you scent him, feeling your heartbeat steady now you were together. 

“Just by being yourself.” He cooed, shifting enough to push your damp panties aside and slide a single thick finger through your folds and into your tight heat. Wet and waiting, just for him. 

Cassian groaned as you clenched down, grinding into his palm and mewling into his broad chest. 

“So needy tonight, Bunny.” He couldn’t help but rut up against you, adding a second finger as you cried out with need. 

“Please, Cass, please. I am. I am needy, I need you.” You clawed at his chest, rubbing yourself against him, your soft tail moving so quickly against his legs he swore you were vibrating with want. 

“Poor Bun.” He pinched your cheeks, his hand sliding higher until he could scratch the base of your ear, making your leg twitch in response. He always knew exactly where to touch, where to apply pressure, but you wanted more. 

“Please, please, Cass, I can’t wait.” You started to bob up and down in his lap, your ears moving as well and he leant back, bracing his weight on one hand, to watch you take your pleasure from him, breasts heaving under your almost translucent shirt. He grew harder, if that were possible, at the thought of your need for him. Your desire, so consuming, that you could take any part of him, even just his fingers, and lose yourself so completely. 

“Fuck, Bun, my Bunny, how could I say no to you.” He rolled you both over in a flash, every bit the warrior as his muscles flexed, his wings spanning above you and blocking out the delicate faelight that had been painting the room in washes of gold and silver. Now it was red, filtered through those vast wings. You knew he could hold you down, move you how he wanted, you knew because he had and it was a game you both loved to play. Hunter and prey, chasing down the empty corridors of the House of Wind. But now, that pain behind his eyes, this was no game, this was no cage, no trap, this was a roost, a burrow, and he needed your comfort as much as you needed his protection. 

Cassian’s wings dipped, cutting off everything but the two of you, your mingled scents, like the wind in the Illyrian Steppes, rich and overwhelming, and he followed. His lips were chapped but warm, pressed against your own intently, tasting and claiming in equal measure. 

“Need you, Bunny.” He growled, hooking one leg over his arm to spread you wide beneath him, the insistent press of his leaking head claiming you too, splitting you open while you moaned into each other’s mouths, swallowing every wanton sound that escaped between you. “Fuck, always so fucking good for me.” His voice was rough with lust, rumbling through the room. 

“For you, Cass, all for you.” You wailed, looking down at where he disappeared inside of you, only for the outline of him to reappear, pressing into your lower stomach. 

He caught your eye, grinning, and placed his palm over you, applying the slightest pressure until you saw stars, thrashing beneath him. His other hand was firmly planted next to you, but he dropped down onto his elbow to pepper kisses across your cheeks and nose, his fingers teasing the sensitive sides of your long ears. He nuzzled into your neck, his weight holding you down against the mattress, every line of his body melded to yours while his wings shielded you from even the room beyond. 

“Cassian, Cass-” you panted, “fuck, Cassian, I love you.” You moaned, squeezing down around his length and he felt your walls flutter against him when you came with a low moan, tipping your head back to reveal the long, delicate column of your throat. 

“Love you too Bun, so much, so fucking much.” His thrusts became erratic and you took your opportunity to move your hands from where they’d been tangled in the now messy bun on top of his head to the webbed wings that framed him. A single finger, tracing a blood red line down the delicate patagium of his wing was all it took for him to come undone above you, shaking with pleasure and spurting deep inside of you with such ferocity that his cum leaked out around him and onto the sheets below. 

“Cass,” you sighed, sated if only for the time being, and smiled up at him with hazy, loving eyes. 

He fell to the bed next to you, tucking his wings back behind him and pulling you into his side, one hand on your head, petting your ears as you lay against his chest, the other idly patting your bottom and stroking your tail, the fur fluffed up from being rubbed against the bedding. 

“Do you feel better now, my fiersome General-” your nose pressed into his ribs, fingers on his muscled stomach - “my lord of bloodshed!” You raised a hand dramatically before lowering it to pinch his peaked nipple. 

“Ouch-” he batted your hand away playfully, pinning it back on his chest beneath his own. “Careful, Bunny-” he teased. 

“You still have some feelings to work out?” You asked, sincerely, and he nodded. Good, you were already restless again, and rubbed back against his hands. “Want me to show you how us bunnies like to work out our frustrations?” 

He opened one eye, smirking, “I think I have some idea, but I’m always happy for a demonstration.” 

You straddled his lap once more, “I’d better get bouncing then.” 

[littleprincepaladin]

i don't think people in the fandom talk enough about how stupidly traumatising the abduction and the whole nautiloid thing must've been for Tav... or, really, any of the characters that were there. like i don't think its even ever addressed in the game, at least to my knowledge? so have this soft Raphael thingie, comfort for the nightmares.

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Tav tossed and turned, bedsheets a mess below their stiffened limbs as heavy breaths escaped their throat. How long have it been? Months, years, maybe even a decade at this point? In dreams time is as elusive as a sea snake, just as slippery.

They relive it more often than they'd like to admit, but who wouldn't? The nautiloid was a nightmare. The scent of burning flesh, the slime on their hands mixing with blood, the faintest wriggling somewhere above their right eye.

Everything is unfamiliar, and they feel like a cornered animal. The painfully quick way their heart started to race and thud against their ribs, the blur in their vision as they looked out into the broken crimson wasteland that is Avernus. The cold realisation.

They taste the iron on their tongue, and the edges of their peripheral are soft and way too bright as they stumble their way out of the room, past the corpses and the tadpole sludge. They barely remember the gith woman's face, barely remember the trapped girl in one of the pods - have they saved her or not? Have they even got out?

Perhaps they got there too late, the dragon took the last strike and the vessel fell to the ground like a bird with an arrow through it's throat... perhaps it didn't. Did the ship fell into the depths of Hell, or has it fell onto the shore? Were they surrounded by imps and devils, or by goblins and the gnolls? Have they even made it out at all?

It wriggles somewhere underneath the surface, biting into the soft flesh, taking out chunks until it gets to the main course. Their brain is succulent, a perfect meal, a perfect nest. It's slimy tail wags with excitement as it crawls and crawls and crawls and crawls to the depths they never knew they had, bites into tissue they never felt before, and crawls once more.

They feel the skin of their face break and fall apart, they feel the bone of their jaw crack under the pressure of the tendrils as their body splits open, and its nothing but blood and gore and slime.

There is heat somewhere on their back, hellish heat, and Tav tenses as they try to get away even as their limbs won't listen. From the nautiloid, from the ash and the sulfur, from the war-torn land below as the vessel continues to fall.

They arrived too late to the helm, the illithid laid dead at the hellspawn's feet as it moved to take hold of them, and the heat got so much worse, surrounding, suffocating, they scream as the cambion grabs them, as they are pushed down into the ground, as the flaming sword comes closer to their rigid body and...

"Calm yourself," a familiar voice hisses somewhere at the back of their mind, and they snap awake, gasping for air as though they are a fish learning to breathe out of water. There is heat all around, including on their cheeks, trails of tears so hot they're convinced they will soon start to sizzle. But they stop thrashing about, their vision slowly coming back to sharp and clear as they open their eyes.

Raphael doesn't look pleased in the slightest. He looks irritated, face scrunched up in a scowl, his hair a mess as he holds them down, warmth prominent where his fingers almost bruise into their shoulders, where his claws leave faint marks. He's not particularly sorry about either of those.

"Quite done? Good," the devil chides, his voice hoarse and heavy with slumber as he holds them for a moment longer, and only then lays back down on his side of the bed, tail thumping against the mattress in annoyance. "One more stunt like this and I shall have you sleep on the floors of the dungeon instead," Raphael quips as he rubs his side, where Tav accidentally kicked him in their sleep, and from what it looks like, the kick was a critical success.

They look into the ceiling as they still lay there, cold sweat running down their forehead and slicking up the palms of their hands as their brain settles on one simple truth: it is over. It was over. Its been over for a while.

Nothing writhes behind their eye no longer, and the surrounding heat, although hellish... is familiar. Is comforting. Is his.

Raphael lets out a brief 'oof' as he is pulled almost painfully closer to the mortal, their arms tight around his body as Tav buries their nose in the crook of his neck, frantically breathing in the fading, faint smell of cherries. For them it's grounding, for the cambion not so much.

"Do refrain from testing my patience, mouse," he hisses through gritted teeth, but his voice carries less threat than he so obviously wants it to, instead being full of simple mortal exhaustion. But when they refuse to remove themselves from him, Raphael scoffs, relenting. They are lucky, right now anyhow.

The devil settles against them, hands coming down around their waist as he pulls them into a curled up embrace, his wings covering them like a crimson blanket. Raphael rests his cheek just above Tav's head, his nose against the pillow as he hears their breathing slowly start to even out and shuts his eyes.

Silence and darkness hangs over the two in a comfortable heavy weight, pressing down onto their bodies as the devil's heat renders Tav soft and numb, but they are far from sleepy now. They sigh into his throat, feeling the slightest stubble of his chin scratch ever so slightly against their forehead.

They don't want to close their eyes. That faint writhing and wriggling, it lingers somewhere in the depths of their subconsciousness, waiting in deceitful obedience. Tav spends what feels like an eternity just laying there, breathing in the cambion's scent.

"I dreamt of it," they whisper into his skin, and are surprised just how strained their voice sounds at that moment. Only then they realise the tears are still running down their cheeks, pooling onto the fabric of the pillow underneath and onto Raphael's neck. "Again... it's all of that again."

The noise in their ears subsides and they can hear their sobbing, and his breathing. Their eyes begin to sting as they try to calm down, but it makes the matters worse, their own breathing turning into sharp inhales once again, and as they breathe out it sounds like a quiet whimper everytime.

Tav tries to speak, but their words end up slurring together into an incoherent, quiet mess so much so even they themself don't understand what they wanted to say. They grip tight onto the devil's body, fingers finding the familiar ridges on his back, almost using them to cling onto sanity.

Raphael brings them close, his touch firm as he rests one hand against their cheek, brushing his thumb against the tear-stained redness of their skin. He sighs as he presses his own face against theirs, his breath hot.

"Quiet now, mouse," he lets out in a humm, his tone - a stone wall, cold, but just what a tired soul needs to lean on, and so they do. The claws against their scalp feels comforting as he brushes a lock of their hair behind their ear. "Don't mull over business long concluded, its unproductive."

They sniffle, and he grumbles in irritation and the want to go back to sleep.

"Not even the baldurians talk of it by now and yet your mind persists," Raphael scoffs, settling firmer against them as he hooks his leg over their own, practically trapping them in a haze of heat and crimson red. They welcome the pressure even when they feel the air leave their lungs from the sheer weight of the cambion.

So soft... it's not the first time Tav touches him like this, no, but the softness of his body surprises them everytime. They almost want to squeeze his thigh, affectionately. Perhaps another time.

He sighs against their face as he feels them calm in his arms, and lets his tail circle over their ankle, making it certain they cannot leave... or accidentally kick him again.

"Whoever touches you is sure to burn, little mouse. Now calm yourself," Raphael murmurs, closing his eyes, and only after a long moment of staring at his face does Tav, too, closes theirs.

"It's quite enough for you. Sleep."

[enhadiares]

“GAME OVER”

Chapter 1 | Let the game begin

👾A/N: I AM FINALLY STARTING A SERIES! It's very exciting but since it's my first time after my hiatus so I hope you guys like it!

👾Pairing: enha x fem!reader

👾Warning: This is all fictional!

👾Synopsis: Bound within the confines of a virtual realm, a group of friends must decipher its mysteries to secure their freedom. Amidst the labyrinth of challenges, they encounter a formidable adversary - a lurking shadow who controls their fate. As alliances fracture and betrayals unfold, they must confront not only the puzzles of the game but also the sinister presence that seeks to keep them imprisoned. Only by overcoming both external threats and internal conflicts can they hope to break free from the shadows within the game

A new dawn breaks in one of the bustling state of the United States, with the sun casting its usual bright rays, offering a glimmer of hope to some for a better day ahead.

Amidst it, boredom creeps in, despite the anticipation of summer vacations being fun and exhilarating, right?

Well, not for you.

The shrill ring of your black device snaps you out of your reverie, prompting you to answer.

"Look who's on the line! It's the white sheep!" you exclaim upon picking up the call.

"Why the crankiness, woman? I called because we're considering checking out the new arcade that recently opened" Jungwon, the young man, explains.

"A new arcade? Count me in!" you reply eagerly, rising from your seat with excitement finally brewing. You've always adored arcades and never shy away from expressing it.

"Alright, my lady, come over to my place at 5, and we'll head out together" he chuckles at your enthusiasm.

"Sure thing, Mr. Sheep Garden" you retort playfully before hanging up. You flop onto your bed, letting out a scream into your pillow while kicking your feet in the air.

Now, that's what a vacation should feel like.

••••••

The following day dawns, and you wake up a bit later than usual due to the excitement from the previous night hindering your sleep.

After completing your morning routine in the bathroom, you emerge in a robe, pondering over what to wear.

After much deliberation, you settle on a stunning Y2K fashion ensemble.

Once dressed, you gaze at your reflection in the mirror, feeling thoroughly satisfied with the result.

Hailing an Uber, you head to Jungwon's house as planned, the journey taking approximately 15 minutes.

Upon arriving at the house, you press the doorbell, and a familiar face greets you with a beaming smile.

"She's here, guys!!" he announces excitedly, his happiness infectious.

"Didn't expect such a warm welcome! You're like a ray of sunshine, so bright" you remark, sharing in his enthusiasm.

This is Sunoo, the embodiment of cheerfulness within the group. His actions are naturally endearing, and his voice resonates like that of an angel.

"Hey, what's the hold-up? Let her in first" another voice interjects, followed by a playful tap on Sunoo's head.

It's Jay, the nurturing figure of the group, known for his caring nature and impeccable sense of style. Though he plays the role of the group's guardian, his fashion choices exude sophistication and elegance, earning him admiration from all.

With a smile, you step into the house, unaware of the lurking presence in the shadows nearby.

Inside, the rest of the group awaits, each offering their own unique greeting as you enter.

Jake bounds toward you like an excited puppy, his invisible tail wagging with joy as he envelops you in a tight hug.

"Calm down, Layla's dad" you giggle, reciprocating his affection.

Sunghoon follows with a firm handshake, his demeanor as cool as ice, a nod to his past figure skating exploits , but he doesn't lack warmth nor humour.

"Oh yes, Mr. Icy" you wink, returning his handshake with equal firmness.

"Look here comes the sheep" you proclaim with a hint of sass as Jungwon greets you with a lively laugh, his playful demeanor belying his natural leadership qualities.

"Call me something cool, woman, 'sheep' sounds so childish" he teases, adding to the playful banter.

Next is Niki, the youngest of the group, greeting you with a wide smile and a brotherly hug. "Yessir," you both exclaim simultaneously, sharing a bond forged in mischief and camaraderie.

Finally, Heeseung, the group's ace, joins in, his mastery evident in everything he does.

"What are you waiting for, Bambi boy?" you jest, opening your arms for a hug, which he accepts with a smile.

As the group settles in, a figure emerges from the bushes outside, a smirk playing across their lips.

"All the players are assembled," they declare with a hint of mischief.

And with that, the stage is set.

Let the game begin.

[spareseratoninplz]

Obey Me! Dog lover GN!MC Meeting Cerberus for the first time

'Grrrrrrarggghh...'

There was a sudden heat running down our backs as though someone were breathing just behind us.

"Beel... that was your stomach, right...?" Mammon asked, and Beel shook his head.

"Does anyone else smell... *wet dog*?" Satan asked, and slowly we turned to see the biggest three headed, angry looking dog that I had seen in my entire life.

"RUN!!!" Beel shouted, and they took off running. I continued to stand there, mouth agape and eyes wide at the creature before me.

"(Y/N)!!" Beel shouted back towards me.

"Oh no! They'refrozen in fear! (Y/N), RUUUNN!!" Mammon shouted.

A smile spread across my face as my eyes lit up and my heart began to pound.

"PUPPY!!" I squealed, throwing my arms out wide.

Even the dog looked confused for a moment before baring its teeth at me and growling deeply whilst lying his ears back. .

"CERBERUS, SIT." Lucifer commanded, and the dog whined before obeying promptly.

"*This* is Cerberus?! ***THE** CERBERUS?!" I giggled with delight before gently stroking the middle head's muzzle.

The dog hesitated before leaning into it. I then started scratching its chest before he gave in and rolled onto his back so I could scratch his belly.

"Such a good boy! Yes you are!!" I giggled whilst furiously scratching at his belly with both hands, causing him to begin kicking at the air wildly as his tongues drag the floor.

"Is this actually happening...?" Beel asked aloud. All for demons stood watching in awe as a mere human seemed to tame Cerberus within minutes.

I laughed as he jumped up and happily licked my face whilst wagging his tail which stirred up a bit of a wind.

"How is this possible...? Cerberus only ever listens to..." Satan trailed off as their heads all turned in one direction- towards Lucifer. Unfortunately, he was just as much at a loss for words as they were.

"As confusing as this is... oddly, it's even more endearing." Lucifer said, a ghost of a smile finding its way onto his face briefly before he regarded his three other brothers sharply.

"What are the four of you doing down here in the first place?" He demanded.

Mammon was the first to throw his hands up in defense, most likely a trigger reflex at this point.

"Hey, relax would ya?! We're not up to any shenanigans! We were all just hangin' out when Beel suggested we all go to Hell's Kitchen for some lunch. We walked through the front door, but it led us here!" Mammon explained.

"Is that true Satan, Beel?" Lucifer asked to which they both nodded in response.

"Yes, apparently Levi's escape room video game was activated once again." Satan mused.

"Who's a good boy?! Who's a good cerbie werbie!!" I laughed, making kissy sounds as he nuzzled against me, nearly knocking me onto my back.

"... 'Cerbie... werbie'...?" Lucifer mumbled, shaking his head in dismay.

"The great monstrous watchdog of the underworld being reduced to a mere lapdog at the hands of (Y/N)... it's... unthinkable." Satan added, although he wouldn't admit how impressed he was.

"Yo, (Y/N)! We're still going to lunch, right?!" Mammon called out to me.

"Huh? Oh, right!" I smiled brightly before turning towards them and walking in their direction.

"Lucifer, would you like to join us-" I started to ask before I was nudged roughly in the back by a massive nose and briefly lifted off my feet.

All three of Cerberus's heads were lowered at my level with big pleading puppy dog eyes.

"Awh, I'll be back to play later. Promise!" I hugged the snout that nudged me before waving and walking towards the others.

"Alright, let's go!" I chuckled and the four brothers continued to stare as if they couldn't believe star they'd just witnessed.

"(Y/N)... how'd you manage to tame Cerberus?" Beel asked, and I hummed in question.

"I dunno. I've always just had a way with dogs I guess... plus, Cerberus isn't inherently evil. He's just super dedicated to his work!" I said.

"You're not totally wrong there. Cerberus's duty is to keep any threat from entering or leaving the catacombs.

(Y/N)'s soul must be so pure that he could sense that they weren't a threat." Lucifer deduced.

"Let's try going back through the door we came in! We'll find out easy out of here in no time! I'm starving." I smiled, waking back towards the entrance.

"Maybe we'll manage to find the front door leading outside before Beel loses control and eats us." Satan sighed.

"We'd better hurry then." Beel frowned whilst holding his stomach.

[harunayuuka2060]

Baby MC: *looking at the sweets*

Baby MC: *wants to try one*

Riddle: *noticed*

Baby MC: *looks at their brother* *smiles cutely* *points at the sweets*

Riddle: ...

Riddle: Deuce, could you make some banana puree?

Deuce: Yes, sir.

Baby MC: *starts whining* *pointing at the sweets*

Riddle: You're too young to eat sweets.

Baby MC: *starts crying*

The Heartslabyul students: Aww...

Deuce: *has finished making banana puree*

Deuce: Fruits can be sweet too.

Baby MC: *looks at it, then cries even more*

Ace: Dude! You could've at least made it appealing to eat!

Deuce: But this is banana puree!

Trey: Deuce, give it to me. I will feed it to them.

Ace: Oh, right! Trey-senpai has his signature spell!

Trey: MC, this banana puree is the sweetest out of all the sweets you see on that table.

Baby MC: *doubtful pout*

Trey: I'm telling you the truth. Here. Just have a taste. *gives them a small spoonful*

Baby MC: *tasting it*

Baby MC: *giggles* *clapping their hands*

Trey: *laughs* See? I told you.

Cater: Guys? Hate to interrupt the cute moment, but we're going to be late for class.

Trey: Are you going to bring them to class too, Riddle?

Riddle: I can't possibly leave my baby sibling behind, so of course.

Jack: Oh. I didn't know Sir Rosehearts has a baby sibling.

Riddle: I've just found out myself when I went back home.

Baby MC: *looking wide-eyed at Jack's ears*

Jack: ...

Jack: Do you want to touch them?

Riddle: Jack, I don't think that's a good idea.

Jack: It's fine, sir. I have siblings too. *lowers his head so MC could reach it*

Baby MC: *hugs Jack's head* *squeaky giggles*

Riddle: H-Hey! Don't!

Jack: *his tail wagging*

Baby MC: *starts gnawing on Jack's scalp*

Jack: *laughs*

Riddle: I— DON'T DO THAT!

Riddle: *exhausted sigh*

Baby MC: *looking curiously at their brother*

Riddle: You should not bite things or other people's head and use them as a teether.

Riddle: *sigh* Has not mother taught you that?

Baby MC: *starts bouncing*

Riddle: What now?

Baby MC: *bounces again*

Riddle: ...

Riddle: *lifts them up*

Baby MC: *kicks their little feet in the air while giggling*

Riddle: *smiles, then laughing a little*

Floyd: *spotting them* Hm? Is that goldfish? And he's with a baby?

Jade: That's his baby sibling.

Floyd: ...

Floyd: Oh.

Floyd: Heh.

Floyd: *calls him* Gold fishy~!

Riddle: *turns his head at him* ...

Riddle: *quickly turns his heel and runs*

Floyd: Wait, Gold fishy! *runs after him* Can you introduce me the baby goldfish?

Jade: Floyd! We still have class to attend to!

[kazimakuwabara]

Story below for @sanusoweek

Part 8:

"You're a fucking idiotic moron!" Zoro growled, holding onto Luffy tight as Chopper worked at stitching up Zoro's back.

"Yeah," Luffy agreed, letting Zoro nuzzle and hold him as a means of comfort.

"Usopp loved you!" Zoro snarled, "And you let him go off with Doffy?!"

"He's already married!" Sanji snapped, Nami wrapping up Sanji's ribs. Nami pursed her lips, but shot an uncertain glare at Sanji, as if she thought him a fool.

"He said it himself. That he'd run away from his husband after a fight!" Sanji spat brokenly. "So he said he wanted to go back with him!"

Luffy scoffed, and blinked at Sanji, "Wow. You're really dumb, Sanji. I thought you could tell when people are lying."

Zoro purrered and nuzzled against Luffy, Luffy flicking his tail with amusement as Zoro cuddled, and held him.

Zoro winced a bit as Chopper pulled on a divine thread, and the small angel bleated, "Sorry Zoro! The worst part is next!"

"Good... then I'll use that pain to fuel my anger!" Zoro hissed. And then with disgust, he snapped, "Usopp lied. Lied to save you! Did you have any idea who Doffy was?"

"No... who was he?" Nami asked, pausing to look Zoro in the eye.

Zoro waited until Sanji looked him in the eye, and then with disgust snapped, "He is Donquixote Doflamingo!"

The air in the room went cold.

"The God of Wealth? The crazy one?!" Nami choked.

"Why would Usopp be with that guy?" Sanji asked, reeling over the thought that the God of Wealth had kicked his ass, and taken Usopp.

"The very same! And Usopp isn't his husband... or well he is. But only on paper. He married Usopp after his mother and father died, so he could take Usopp, and use him! Usopp's been his slave for well over a hundred years!" Zoro spat.

Luffy's cheerful face became blank with anger.

"We ran away. It took me years to get him out of that place, but we ran away. Because do you wanna know who Usopp really is?" Zoro spat, glaring at Sanji's face which had grown ghastly pale.

"Usopp is the only surviving son of The Goddess of crops... and her husband. A human. When her human died of old age... she died too of heartache. He's a half God. Christened the God of Lying simply because he is half a human, and half a God. He's not an angel, he's not a god, nor is he a human... he's just Usopp... and he lied about Doffy, to save your stupid, sorry, ass!"

Sanji put a hand around his throat, and dry heaved. Nami, goddess that she was, curled an arm around Sanji's shoulders and tried to comfort him. Even if Sanji knew he didn't deserve it.

"It was a good lie... he made it seem real!" Nami tried weakly.

"Well, of course, he did!" Luffy huffed, hopping to his feet. "Didn't you hear Zoro? He's the God of Lies! He must be the best at them!" Luffy clapped his hands, "Well... get up.! Everyone up... we better go get him!"

Zoro looked at Luffy like he would follow him to the ends of the earth. Sanji looked at Luffy, his light in the darkness, and croaked, "You help me save him."

Luffy smiled a fanged grin, "Of course! He's Nakama! He's one of us. And besides..." Luffy revealed his wings, soft wings, feathered wings, tinted red. A pair of angel wings. Luffy smiled, wagging his devil's tail, "I got a soft spot for halflings!"

[hismourningflower]

"special day" ft kaeya + gorou x gn!reader literature content. fluff, maybe ooc, established relationships alexi’s notes. happy birthday to my dearest @yaminohimeyume ! thank you for being such a close friend to me, this is actually also your request you sent in - you have enough angst ma’am, you should have known i’d write you fluff instead !

I was scrolling and saw you asked for requests so, I went searching for two phrases so that I could decide what to ask... In the end I got two... either angst or fluff for Gorou, and if you feel like, for Kaeya <3

library waiting list. @soleillunne @lovingluxury @dumbificat @starryshinyskies @ryuryuryuyurboat @ainescribe @sangoqueenkoko

your lover is known for casually slacking off his work sometimes but regardless, KAEYA is a hardworking man. from taking up commissions from the other knights and running errands, or even training knights-to-be, the cavalry captain without his cavalry always has an excuse to be busy - or rather, appear busy. whether or not it be genuine work or an attempt at kicking his feet up during work hours, you're supportive and always there to ensure he's caring for himself.

this includes roping him home from the angel's share with the help of master diluc, the stench of wine heavy on his breath as he stumbles alongside the pair of you, his hands trying to shove your helping touch away as he urges "i'm married!" into the cool night air of mondstadt, much to both the amusement of yourself and diluc as you exchange glances.

it always includes you bringing his lunch to him, fresh from the good hunter - sara is quite fond of you, honestly - and all the times you've taken klee off his hands. that's the only time you can excuse him slacking off, in your eyes since by the archons, klee is a handful.

kaeya may or may not see your birthday and take it as a chance to squeeze himself out of the suffocating, stuffy air that is the knights of favonius headquarters. the empty vase on the kitchen table is filled with an array of your favourite flowers, colourful and basking in the golden light of the early morning sunrise that's casting its beauty onto the nation of freedom. they smell divine, sweet and floral accompanied with the breakfast that kaeya worked hard on; honestly a surprise that he knew how to navigate your shared kitchen enough to cook something.

the two of you spend the majority of the day wandering the bustling streets of mondstadt shopping, accompanied by the breeze so beautifully blessed by barbatos himself. one of kaeya's love languages may be acts of affirmation but his more commonly acted on love language is gifts. even if you try to shrug off his efforts throughout the day, kaeya is insistent on buying every little trinket and other that your eyes even so much as glitter at the sight of.

with the sunset as your witness, perched at the top of starsnatch cliff on a plaid picnic blanket, kaeya gives you your true gift - the one that had been purchased months in advance after he sought the help of jean. in his hands sits a small, plush velvet box that holds a necklace with a shivada jade gemstone cut so refined and glittering in the light of the sun dipping below the distant horizon. smiles adorn your faces as you make wishes on dandelion seeds, blowing them to be carried in the wind.

—

in hindsight, you had probably expected little to nothing from your workaholic partner as your birthday wrapped around. GOROU was hardworking, sure but sometimes you couldn't help but worry for his overall health. as his partner, it was your own hard work that kept the canine male on his feet during the trying times of the resistance.

little did you know, your hindsight would be incredibly wrong. gorou may focus solely on the resistance, his work as a general and the comrades around him however he is devoted to you, loyal to the one he recognises as his forever. with pointed ears and a wagging tail, gorou had already made plans months in advance with her excellency for your birthday - the hardest part was keeping it under wraps.

what can i say? the general of the watatsumi resistance is full of surprises, if people weren't already shocked from his prominent animalistic features and happy-go-lucky demeanour in a time of history being changed right before your very eyes, that is. the morning of your birthday, he'd already started your day before you had. gorou follows a strict regime daily and the man virtually exists only to follow schedules; he'll combust if he doesn't.

since gorou is always too busy to maintain his own health, you've always been the standing pillar at his side, ensuring he's fed and that he takes routine breaks out of his work to just breathe in the fresh air. this morning he wants to return all your kind acts, all the steaming plates of breakfast and packed bento boxes; always wrapped and made with the utmost of love.

the smell of food is the first thing you're greeted with when your eyes pry open, blinded by the spring inazuman sunshine that casts into the room through the open window, the curtains tied back and yet blowing gently in the warm breeze. gorou's humming is faint from the kitchen but you can make it out just enough to recognise that it's a song the soldiers take to singing around the campfire some nights.

after breakfast, gorou hands over his gift to you - one that albeit caused him a lot of pain that bared just for you, - a woven bracelet made of the fur of his tail. there's a sheepish smile on his face, cheeks dusted a light hue of pink as he rubs the back of his neck with a hand and admits just how painful it was to pluck fur from his own poor tail but despite the pain, the sentiment is there. he wants you to have a piece of him - literally - with you, especially when he goes to the battlefield with the chance of never returning to your side.

then the day takes its turn into the plans gorou has pre-emptively worked on to perfection, using this day as his chance to thank you for everything you have ever done for him as his lover. the beaches of yashiori island are plenty, your toes dipped in the sand and cool waves lapping at your ankles as you walk along the coast, hand in hand with your lover boy, so head over heels in love with you every time his eyes glance over to you and trail to that ginger bracelet clasped around your wrist.

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[fluffypandabun]

Uh 36 with lee Wally and Ler Barnaby?

“Oh, you think that's funny?” Barnaby chuckled lowly, reaching up to wipe his now damp face while Wally held a hand of his mouth, trying desperately to muffle his own giggles.

The two of them had been washing the dishes they had used to bake cookies together, that is until the little painter had decided to chuck a very damp rag directly at Barnaby’s face, which had smacked him in the snout with a wet slap before landing on the ground at his feet. The blue beagle shook his head, grinning at the little yellow puppet and flashing his sharp canine teeth.

“Fine. I'll give you something to laugh about."

“Barnaby-Barnaby! Wait wait wait-!” Wally squealed when the beagle started to charge towards him, he dove towards the other side of the kitchen counter barely dodging Barnaby’s attempt at grabbing him.

The two ended in a little cat and mouse, or in this case Dog and puppet, chase around the counter before coming to a standstill. Both standing on opposite sides of the counter, Barnaby panting slightly while Wally held back giddy giggles.

“Y-You.” Barnaby panted, gosh the little puppet had energy. “Can't run forever kid!”

“Yes I can!” Wally chirped, sounding less winded than Barnaby was. The beagle shook his head;

“You must answer for your heinous act against me bud.”

“My heinous act!?” Wally squeaked, looking aghast. “I only threw that rag at you because you came up and squeezed my sides!”

Barnaby let out a low playful growl, “Oh i’m about to do a lot worse then that kiddo, now come’re!”

The blue beagle lunged across the counter and, using his much longer arms, he grabbed onto the smaller puppet and yanked him over the counter. 

Wally let out a loud squeal as he was grabbed, dragged and then tossed in the air by the larger puppet. Quickly, and carefully, he was caught safely in the arms of his friend. 

Cradling the small puppet easily in one arm, Barnaby lifted his other arm up, grinning down at Wally as he wiggled his fingers teasingly. 

“Ohohoho~! I’ve gotcha now kid! Now I'm really gonna getcha good!” 

Wally gasped softly before bursting into giggles, kicking out his legs, he reached his hands out as if to try and hold Barnaby back.

“N-Nohohoho! Barnie!”

The beagle winked at him, “That's my name.” 

Slowly the beagle allowed his wiggling fingers to descend closer and closer to the squirming and giggling puppet, before suddenly he lunged his hand forward as if he were about to strike.

Wally let out a silly little noise between a squeak and a snort, it made Barnaby let out a laugh of his own. 

“Now I don’t think I’ve heard ya make that sorta noise before bud.”

“Barnaby!” Wally whined through his giggles, 

“Cuhuhuhut it out!”

Barnaby raised a brow, “Cut what out Walls? Why I’m not even touching ya, you’re the one just sittin here and giggling.” 

The blue beagle grinned, once again bringing his wiggling fingers down just a hair away from touching the puppets belly which was shaking from laughter. 

“I haven't even started tickling ya yet!”

Wally let out a giggly yelp, jolting a bit in his bestfriends grip.

“Dohohohont-!”

Barnaby cocked his head to the side. “Dont what bubs?”

“Thihihihihickle mehehehehe-“

In an instant Wally's face fell when he just realized he had fallen for the oldest trick in the book, meanwhile Barnaby grinned.

“Tickle you? Well why didn’t you just say so?”

Wiggling fingers finally made contact with the puppets stomach, skittering gently up and down, occasionally doing a gentle well placed pinch to his sides or tweak to his ribs. Or well where his ribs would be if he had any. 

Wally finally burst into real belly laughter, throwing his head back his whole body shook with the force of his genuine happy squeak filled laughter. 

“Eeeehehehehehe! Barnabihihihihie! Ehehehahahaha-!”

Barnaby's smile went soft as he watched his normally calm demeanored friend lose it with laughter, the beagle tail wagging back and forth behind him as it always did whenever he managed to make one of his friends laugh. 

“What's wrong Wally?” He hummed. “I thought you wanted this?”

Normally perfectly curled blue hair a mess from all his squirming, and face flushed redder than an apple, Wally sent Barnaby a glare that wouldn't have made even a kitten scared. 

“Youhohohoho are sohohoho meahehehen!”

Barnaby let out a loud exaggerated gasp, eyes going wide before they narrowed down at the puppet.

“Oh that is it you little rascal, i'll show you mean-!”

The larger puppet stopped his playful attack, moving his free hand down to scoop it under the puppet as to lift him up, he shot the confused painter a wide grin.

“You know Walls, my face is still kinda wet.”

There was a sudden spark of realization from the little puppet and it only made Barnaby's grin widened.

“Thankfully though, I’ve got a perfectly good napkin right here! “

With that the beagle buried his snout into Wally's tummy, nuzzling his face back and forth as he ‘wiped’ the water off of his face.

Wally shrieked, arms and legs flailing about making Barnaby feel lucky that he had such a good grip of the little puppet. Little hands pushed against his head as Wally threw his head back in laughter. 

“BARNABHEHEHEHEIE!” Wally cackled, letting out a hiccuping snort. 

Barnaby chuckled softly with his face still buried in the painter's tummy. “One sec kid! I’ve almost got all the water off!”

He nuzzled his nose into Wally's stomach a few more times before, unable to resist it, he took a deep breath and blew a big raspberry right in the center where the painter's belly button would be if he had one. 

Wally let out the loudest snort that Barnaby had ever heard, so loud Barnaby wasn't sure how such a sound came out of the little puppet in his arm.

Now fully laughing himself Barnaby lifted his head away, standing up straight with Wally still in his arms, The blue haired painter was shaking with left over hiccups and giggles, a big smile still stretched across his face.

Shifting the puppet to be able to hold him in one arm, Barnaby wiped a tear from his eye.

“Oh gosh Wally.” He chuckled. “I didn’t think a noise like that could come out such a tiny puppet.” 

Now thoroughly messed up hair hanging in his red face, Wally gave him a glare.

“Shuhuhut upppp.” He whined, practically pouting. Barnaby shook his head and gave the puppets side a few more pokes.

“Awww come on bud, I thought it was cute.”

At the poking Wally started giggling again, squirming.

“Wha-hehehey Barnaby! C-cuhuhut it out! A-Ahahahtually s-stop!”

Immediately the beagle stopped, looking down at Wally worriedly.

“What's wrong? I didn’t go too far did I?” 

Wally shook his head. “No, No, it's just…dont you smell that..?”

Frowning Barnaby sniffed the air. 

“Oh huh yeah, it smells like something's burning.”

There was a silence between the two puppets for a moment before they both gasped.

“The cookies!” Barnaby exclaimed ,raising his paws to his head in panic, completely dropping Wally who let out a yelp.

“Oh-Wally!” Barnaby yelped, quickly grabbing onto the puppets legs so he wouldn’t hit the ground, leaving him dangling upside down.

“Are you okay!?”

“Forget about me! Go get the cookies!”

“Alright! I'm going! Don't panic-!”

“W-Wait! Put me down first-woooAH!”

[chenyann]

A feathers kiss♡♡

Ace trappola,Deuce spade,Jack howl,Epel felmier,ortho shroud and Sebek zigvolt

Did you ever hear the rumor of the kiss of life?, They say that a ghost roams around kissing the cheeks of friends,So if you feel a breath against your cheek you should lean forward but be wary if I stays put then you should run.

cw: gn!reader, crack/fluff, sfw, unedited, sebek,PLATONIC ORTHO!!

The next rumor is soon...

Ace

He was just walking around and he sees a running prefect 

Grabs your arm only to be met with a kiss on the cheek

"Sorry Ace but I'm late for class bye!"

And you run away

What…..🧍

Tries to be smug 

Only to realize you already left

Would think about it all day

Did you know about his crush on you???

No…you didn't say anything about the crush…

Gets frustrated and ticked off that he is thinking so much about this

He would think about it with a goofy grin on his face<33

Only to get collared by riddle cause he wasn't listening💀

He could still feel the warmth on his cheek…..

Stomps over to ramshackle 

You open the door like:（‐＾▽＾‐）oh hey Ace!

He just straight up kabedons you

Hear me out….HEAR ME OUT

And he demands an actual kiss since he got collared.

Even tho it wasn't your fault in the first place 🙄🙄

When you do kiss him he gets so smug about it💙💙💙

Probably goes on magicam and posts about it on his Side account 💀💀💀

He wouldn't tell his mom or brother about it.

Takes it as an invitation to get more kisses<33

People are now confused because they don't know if yall are dating or not like???

Why are yall kissing so much?? When did yall get together??? 

How tf was Ace able to pull you!?

Clear the air y/nnie tell them what's going on.

(Or not lol)

"Hey prefect you didn't give me my kiss today?"

………..??....!

"What do you mean I don't need one everyday??? I could be dying here all cause of lack of kisses you know"

Deuce

He was just walking to his next class and "oh hey there prefect"

"Sorry deuce I gotta go!"

And you sped off well not before giving him a cheek kiss.

…..*reboots*....🧍

Starts smiling and continues off to class

Wouldn't just think about all day but all week💚💚

He would call his mom and tell her kicking his feet in the air and everything<3

His mom would want to meet you so bad after how good he talks about you.<333333

Deuce would look at you with eyes filled with love 

Him when you slid on a piece ham in the cafeteria:(♡‿♡) look how cool they are

The ham is still stuck to ur shoe too😭😭

At Least he won't judge you by looks😌

When he doesn't see you after classes he runs to ramshackle 

"Oh hey deuce!"

"I love you!"

…..😀

🥰

Y'all sit there and talk it out

(Your choice if you accepted the confession or not)

In the end he gets another kiss 

Super happy about the other kiss<3

He is super blushy when you kiss him 

Actually you are the one who gives him daily kisses<333

He wouldn't even ask cause he is to shy

It's nice to see his flushed face 

Tries to give you a cute nickname😘

And fails lol 💀💀 

Probably gave you a nickname like "Baby Cakes"😭

"Oh hey Honey Pot you need some help with that book♡"

He tries okay!

Ppl are like awww 

thinking yall are in a good relationship 

Pretty no cause deuce has a meltdown when yall brush shoulders💀

Mama Spade would ask about you<3

"Prefect I would like to thank you"

…..?

"For those kisses you give me!"

….!.....💋

"!?..o-oh y/n you didn't need to give me one today"

Jack

Hm? Is that y/n they shouldn't run so fast they could get hurt….

He Grabs your shoulder and stops you only to have you kiss his cheek and continue to speed off 

"SORRY JACK I'M IN A RUSH SEE YA"

No he is not blushing 😒why tf you staring ace🤨

No his tail is not wagging 100mph😒

epel stop whining that my tail hit you

He would think about it for a while then just brush it off. 

Would ask his mom why you would do that💜💜

His mom would tease him so he just said his goodbyes and hung up…

He would ask you about it after awhile 😗

Walks up to ramshackle and asks you why you kissed him

Like sir??? don't ask, just go with it!!

You explain it was just in instinct to kiss him and run

*windows loading screen*

Does this mean you like him???

"So you like me?"

Now you malfunction 

Got caught red handed huh y/nnie?

Once yall did what you need to and said what was need to be said

The whole NRC was like ???? Yall together? Wait….this is kinda cute….ship

They punching air rn😭😭

Yall look good together tho♡♡

Same case as deuce you would give him daily kisses!

He loves them and thanks you after each one💜💜

Kills anyone who says it cringe

Epel 

He was hiding from vil and he saw you,he also wanted to know if you can hide him.

He Grabs your arm and to be met with a kiss and simple words.

"Sorry epel running late for an unbirthday party!!"

And you sped off 

He's hype 🤩🤩

Got his first kiss and he got it from YOU!

100% tells his mee maw❤❤❤

Granny felmier is so happy to hear he got a kiss from the y/n she heard so much about<33

Also smug

He tells all the first years about it

Him rn:ᕙ(`▽´)ᕗ

Hints that he liked the kiss

You don't get it😒

He has enough of this!!!

Goes to ramshackle and kabedons you.

But it's funny cause he's like 2 foot 5💀💀💀

Anyways 💀 he demands a real kiss

You give him a lil kiss kiss (on the cheek) 💋

Very bashful about it 

Tells you that you didn't need to kiss him😀

And now it's a daily thing

In the halls 

"AYO Y/N I DIDNT GET MY KISS"

In class

"Psst y/n i need a kiss"

He is lying he got atleast 95 kisses that day🙄

He will huff and puff if you dont give him his kiss😒

(Tries) to fight any who diss his daily kiss

Please people would think yall are dating at this point 😭

He's just comes of from behind and asks for his kiss ❤

He would be in his room texting his mother giggling and kicking his feet in the air💀💀

Posts about how he gets daily kisses on his magicam 

Fr thinks it's a flex (it is)

I want a hug from you🥲 a hug from the y/n L/n 

Asks if yall are dating 

You're like?????

He thought yall was dating cause of those daily kisses😭😭

He gives you apple lip balm 

He's just preparing for when yall smooch on the lips（‐＾▽＾‐）

He looks at you with a dopey grin❤❤

It's so cute<33

Calls you his cotton swab

That's not so cute;;

"Y/n??? Aren't you forgetting something???"

?......💋💋

"Thank you…"

[10 minutes later]

"I know granny what an I ment to do???? How did gramps do it??? Really okay I'll try that!"

Sebek

…..what?

I'm Not kissing him 

You're not kissing him?

I ain't gonna let you do it!!

…….ok okay I'll let yall kiss him😒

He was just walking to find his dear waka Sama and he sees you bolting through the halls

So he obviously stops you thinking you would stop

You did. But only for a second 

"Running late bye!!!"

*GASPS IN SCANDALIZED VICTORIAN*

HOW DARE YOU!?

Annnnd you're gone…..

"Why would they even do that…..?"

Thinks about it alot 

He would blush thinking back on it

Blames the sun😒

"Sebek,why are you blushing?"

"I'm not!!! It's just the sun"( •̀ _ •́ ;)

"It's cloudy today???"

He would think about it each night 

He likes brushing his finger against his cheek sometimes 

Asks Lilia what it means

"Lilia, the human prefect of ramshackle, had kissed my cheek. What does that mean?"

"OMG sebek that means you have to marry them!!!"

Oh look, his face is now red like riddle's hair!!!

Little did Lilia know Sebek takes EVERYTHING he says seriously.😈

Runs to ramshackle 🧡🧡

Hair disheveled…..yall simps may think it's hot

You just open the door like  (•◡•) "Hey sebek"

"I ACCEPT YOUR MARRIAGE PROPOSAL HUMAN!"

"what…"🧍

You have to explain that it wasn't an invitation to marry you and that Lilia was likely kidding.

But you do offer to date him

"If that is what you want I won't stop you, I mean I am very charming after all"

Smack him for being prideful

Ppl are like 😶 naw sebek just got the Y/N to date him how tf did he pull them😫

He won't get daily kisses cause he is too shy/prideful to ask 

 you don't do it cause he would malfunction and die x_x

"Human!"

…….?.....

"I would like to give my gratitude for that kiss!"

……!

"No need to thank me"

Ortho 

He detected you 2 minutes before you sped past him.

He told you it wasn't safe for you to run but all you did was give him a forehead kiss and ran off

"I'm late for a p.e bye ortho!!♡"

He felt all giddy inside❤❤ 

Yelled goobye to you<333

Tells idia about it 

He asks if you can give him forehead kisses each day since it boosts his stats 

That's what idia said lol

So it became routine for you to give him forehead kisses💜💜

And he thanks you after each one 💙💙

Cute Lil bby 💚💚💚

Everyone finds it cute when yall act like family🧡🧡🧡

STAN ORTHO!!!! 

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G/N Yandere Reader x Werewolf OC

In Crestfell Forest

Part 1~

Synopsis: GN yandere reader in a dark cottagecore AU x my werewolf OC, Ace

CW: GN!Reader, no body/genitalia descriptions for reader, SOME PARTS WILL HAVE SMUT. Not really anything in this part to warn about i think! Enjoy!

!!MINORS DNI!!

Managing your way through the dark just barely, you pull your thick, velvet lined cloak tighter around your body, trying to snuggle back into some warmth.

Just through the trees, Your cottage that once was your grandfather’s, sits in waiting for you.old It’s too quiet, with not even a peep from your wolves tonight. White flowers on cross crossed wooden trellises bloom in the full moon’s beam, becoming a beacon of light in the void.

Squelch-Crack!

You look down but aren’t surprised by the fact that you can’t distinguish anything from anything else in this darkness. If you had to guess, aided by the metal in the air, it was something dead and freshly eaten.

Directly behind you a deep reverberating growling starts, and you feel a hot breath on your shoulders seeping through the fabric.

You almost fall over in a sudden fright, stumbling and tripping on your cloak, you finally end landing on your butt. A massive beast-shaped-man is on all fours above you, yet still standing at least five feet tall. You can infer by the awkward way his legs are bent and the length of his arms that he’s also bipedal. Imagining what his full height must be, you shudder slightly and pull your cloak closer.

You’d be lying if you said you weren’t looking for him… Though you are far from the only one searching for him.

Your heart beats harder, and it slowly climbs up your throat, at the same time you reach up to the wolf man’s mane. After seconds that feel like an eternity, your hand connects with pale corse fur. Your fingers press down into the thick layers of hair and still dont reach skin.

He’s so warm…

It isn’t hard for you to imagine being in the middle of a cuddle pile with him and your wolves. Would you even need blankets? probably not.

Mesmerized, you don’t even realize his growling had stoped some time ago.

He pads backwards way too silently for his size.

“Don’t go…” Just a whisper comes out at first as your heart is slowing back to normal. “The whole village is out hunting you…”

Furry ears lay down flat in response as he glances back into the forest to briefly assess.

His long neck sways, tilting his massive head to reface you before he points his snout to the sky, sniffing deeply.

How he can smell past the metallic aroma is beyond you, but the fact that he’s done so, calms you.

Durning the long hike home you can’t see too well, but you see clear enough that he isn’t leaving tracks somehow.

Eventually, you’re home and, with a tiny bit of ducking and uncomfortable shoving you manage to get the massive bodied guy through your gnarled knotty wooden door without damage to the integrity!

However, you and the man-beast don’t pass the tension filled time quickly.

Will the hunters show up here? at your cabin? Your wolves are curled up with him by the fire, surrounded by all the cushions and blankets you could get your hands on.

You pace.

Bolted crossbow in hands, pointing toward the floor, but ready to be aimed. Until you hear something cut through the silence outside. Even the fire crackling quiets as you hold up the heavy thing in the direction of the sound.

Without another sound to guide you you aim at the door.

What you don’t notice is the werewolf behind you still peacefully snuggled in, as if the noise is just that; a noise.

But, before long a strawberry blonde man kicks the door open wide, his throat aligning perfectly with your bolt’s piercing point. He throws his hands up in submission, and looks behind you with a relieved smile on his face, “Oo, I like this one, Ace”

You sigh in relief.

“Ace” you infer, is the man under the ginormous beast hide. His tail wags at the man and accidentally smacks Fiona, one of your wolves.

She didn’t seem bothered.

You calm, and the crossbow lets out slight wooden and metal rattles as it relaxes with you, and facing the ground once again.

It isn’t long before the air is tense and stagnant again.

You’re all listening, waiting for anything and everything to be ripped to pieces all around you.

You only have to make it maybe another hour or so before the full moon is far enough away again to release him from that form.

Even Ezra, the man that barged in, seems tense, though you can tell, he’s hiding it well. He must have to be the strong one a lot.

“Alright,” Speaking of Ezra… He claps his hands together and stands, “‘m sick of this. Y/N, got any playing cards?”

“Does tarot count?”

“even better,” His smirk is devious.

shlip, he flips the top card over, after shuffling.

“Death,” He pauses for effect, eyes closed in faux contemplation, and head nodding as if listening to the card itself speak. You roll your eyes, “Says change is coming. Upright, so most likely a good change. Gotta let go of the past though.”

Before you can retort he’s pulling another, “Now it’s Ace,” On the table lay a reverse tower card, “Um lets reshuffle” Again, he pulls a reverse tower, and again…

“What’s wrong with the tower?” You don’t remember what your grandpa said about that one, but it does look a little hectic.

A whine from Ace and his now flat ears greets you, before Ezra cuts back in,“Hah, uh nothin, now it’s my turn! five of pentacles, hah! imma make a ton of gold,”

“I don’t think that’s what that one means…” You state.

Ace perks up suddenly with a quiet huff, ears on alert. Both Ezra and you freeze instantly in response.

Your heart is pounding in your ears and you hold your breath in effort to hear any better but…

Crunch… Crunch… Crunch….

The footsteps in the leaf litter and fallen dried out pine needles couldn’t be any louder.

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Court Of Public Opinion - Andy Barber x Reader (Part 4)

A/N: This is the sequel series to Memory Served and will contain major spoilers for that series so go read that one first if you haven’t already!

Summary: As news breaks about who your abductor was, things get more complicated

Word Count: 6.1k

Warnings: Angst! Language! Gas Lighting!

Dividers by me!

Series Masterlist / Masterlist

Chapter 4

Staring up at the trees you watched as the small amount of light dabbled through the leaves, many of which were beginning to take on an orange hue. The last time you’d been in this part the path was covered in blossom, the sweet smell of spring wafting through the air. Now dead leaves littered the floor, the air was turning chilly. 

You had missed the entirety of summer. You didn’t see all the kids out on summer break running around and playing. You didn’t see the many, many barbeques that filled the park during the 4th of July weekend. You experienced a summer, but not the summer you knew. 

“I’m so glad my nausea is gone but dog shit is gross at the worst of times” Carrie grumbled as she stepped back towards you. 

You shook your head slightly to rid yourself of the fog that clouded your mind “Oh sorry I should have offered” You apologise. 

Carrie gives you a small kind smile “It’s okay, I could tell you needed space for a moment” 

You let out a long guilty sigh as you look down at your feet, kicking some of the leaves “I’m sorry” you apologise. 

“Nope, we aren’t doing any of that apologising bullshit,” Carrie says looping her arm through yours as you began to walk “I get it, what happened doesn’t just go away and if you need to talk about whatever you were just thinking about then we got you” she continues nodding down to Nova who wagged her tail. 

“I was just-” you start before taking a deep breath “It's weird, to me this place has gone from spring to autumn, there’s a whole four months missing, but I remember summer I was just another person… I dunno I don’t think I’m explaining it well” you sigh shaking your head. 

“No I get it, I understand how disorientating it must be, coming back and so much has changed in an instant, it’s like you time-travelled or got stuck in a quantum realm or something” Carrie reassures you. 

You couldn’t help but let out a small snort “Quantum realm?” you questioned to which she let out a long and dramatic sigh.

“Harrison won’t let me watch Rom-coms or anything like that because I’m getting too emotional and it’s not fair on him to constantly console me, which I get, I’m a fucking mess at the moment because of these hormones, I cried at a diaper advert yesterday” she explains.

You bite your lips to stop yourself from laughing “A diaper advert?”

“It had a cute baby which made me excited for our cute baby and then sad because it’s still ages until we meet our cute baby” Carries explains making you chuckle “Anyway, so in the meantime we’ve settled on sci-fi movies, they’re not that bad to be honest” 

You could no longer hold back your laughter and a real smile appeared on your face “Well you’ll have to give me and Andy some recommendations” You smiled. 

“I’ll have a list ready for your next date night” Carrie winks. 

Your smile falters for a moment as your mind goes back to your date nights with Andy. Things had been getting better and it felt more normal but still just felt incredibly delicate. You felt like you were just waiting for the moment that he would break and the illusion would shatter. It was why you were trying so hard to be normal, stop letting the shadow of Ransom loom over you. Because in those normal moments, Andy still loved you, you weren’t tainted if he could forget what happened for just a moment then the chances of him leaving you were smaller.

You clear your throat as you pick a straw fibre from your jacket sleeve “Thank you, so what are you planning to do for Halloween?” you ask desperate to change the topic.

Carrie’s eyes instantly lit up because Halloween was her favourite time of the year, she and Harrison always killed it with their costumes. You and Andy tried to compete one year but it was pointless, Carrie and Harrison were the king and queen of Halloween. She then goes on to explain in great detail that the party is called ‘things that go bump in the night’ and that her costume is Kane from Alien. 

As she talked you tried to focus on everything she was saying but you began to feel your ears burn and gazes on your back. You glanced over your shoulder a couple of times to see a pair of joggers behind you whispering, they both quickly jog past the two of you though. You shake your head slightly, they were probably just keeping their own conversation low as they passed you so they weren’t rude, not because they were talking about you. 

You returned your attention back to Carrie and her elaborate plans to decorate her house for the party. However, you began to notice more people sparing glances your way as they passed by. It made the hairs on the back of your neck stand up from all the attention. 

You knew it was inevitable though, this was a small town so people talked, you were still the big news story. You were just glad it seemed to be getting better though, people were calling by the house less. You preferred curious glances over continual questions and having to relive it all over and over again, putting on a brave face when all you wanted to do was tell them to fuck off and mind their own business. 

“Oh and we got Nova the coolest spider costume too, you know from that viral video” Carrie continued.

You were about to respond when two teenage girls just appeared out of nowhere in front of you “Oh my god it’s you! You have to tell us everything about him!” One of them said, starstruck looks in their eyes.

You and Carrie exchanged a confused glance, even Nova tilted her head “I’m sorry who?” You ask.

“Harlan Thrombey!” The other girl exclaims, one of Harlan’s books now obvious in her hand.

“Oh… I um-“ you stutter taken aback “he was nice, I only met him a few times” 

The girls in front of you continue to fangirl, bombarding you with questions that left both you and Carrie in a state of shock.

“Did he tell you about his new book?”

“What about that Netflix series?” 

“Is it true he has a massive collection of knives?”

“Who does he think the watcher is?”

“And ohmygod his Grandson Ransom is so hot! What was he like? I bet he’s so dreamy!”

That last question snapped both you and Carrie out of your shocked states. It felt like a bucket of ice-cold water had been dumped on you, while you could practically feel the heat of Carrie’s anger.

“Excuse me? You do know he abducted her and held her against her will?” Carrie seethes.

“How- how did you even know?” You mutter feeling your stomach turning.

“They announced it on the news this morning,” one of the girls said with a look that said ‘obviously’.

Had you known that? You weren’t sure. The detectives must have let Andy know that they were going to finally name Ransom today. Had he told you last night or this morning and you had just blocked it out? Or had he purposely not told you because he hated that you were tied to Ransom?

“Honestly I don’t blame you, I couldn’t think of a man better than Ransom, he has the looks, the money, the family” the other girl continues and the hearts in her eyes made you want to vomit.

Carrie absolutely exploded after hearing that, she already had the protective mama bear instinct and being pregnant just made it so much stronger. You knew she was completely ripping into the two girls and letting them know exactly how wrong they were but you couldn’t hear her over the ringing in your ears.

You blinked a couple of times when you felt someone tugging your elbow. Your vision refocused and you could see the girls were long gone and Carrie was leading you out of the park and back home. As you walked the ringing in your ears slowly began to subside and be replaced with Carrie muttering about how twisted those girls must be to see Ransom as a hero.

“You okay?” Carrie then asked fully snapping you back into the moment.

You blinked a couple of times and realised you were back home, standing outside your front door. Carrie must have been waiting for you to unlock it when she noticed you weren’t completely there.

“Yeah,” you managed to say fishing your keys from your pocket and unlocking the door.

“Don’t listen to those girls okay, they’re clearly just crime fanatics who refuse to see their hero as the person they really are” Carrie tells you as she follows you into the house, letting Nova off her lead.

You just nod as you walk into the kitchen. As you pass the island you spot a note from Andy saying he’s gone out for groceries and to donate the last of the pasta dishes to the homeless shelter. You breathed out a sigh of relief that he wasn’t in, you didn’t want him to hear about what had just happened. What happened wasn’t normal, you needed normal.

“Do you want me to call Andy?” Carrie then asks gently.

You shake your head “No it's okay” you tell her “I’m fine, he’ll just worry and come straight home when he doesn’t need to” 

“Okay, are you sure you’re okay? It's okay if you’re not” Carrie reminds you.

You force a brave smile “Yeah it just threw me that's all like you said they’re immature girls with an unhealthy obsession with a celebrity” you tell her “I just have to remember I have the evidence on my side”

Carrie gives you a proud smile “Exactly, no amount of fangirls will be able to protect him” she says as she wraps her arm around you.

“Thank you though for getting me out, standing in my corner and getting me home,” you tell her with a grateful smile.

“It's nothing just give me and Nova a shout whenever you need it, I should probably get her home now but if you need us to stay we can stay” Carrie offers as she scratches Nova behind the ear.

“No I’m good, you get on home so Nova can have her post-walk treat” You smile down at Nova who was wagging her tail excitedly.

“Oh yes can’t forget about that” Carrie grinned as she put Nova back on the leash.

You follow Carrie back to the front door, as you did so you thought back to those girls in the park. If Andy had been there it would have gone down so much worse, hearing about how people fawned over Ransom, remind him of how you’d been with him, slept with him. You didn’t want those reminders.

“Don’t tell Andy about today” you suddenly say as Carrie opens the door.

Carrie freezes and looks back over at you, her eyes studying you for a moment “I won’t but… I think you should” she says gently

“I will I promise, I just want it to come from me” you lied, you would avoid telling him for as long as possible.

“Good,” Carrie says watching you for another moment before smiling “Just ring me when you need me” 

“I will thank you” You smile giving her a small wave before closing the door and heading back to the kitchen.

You moved to make yourself a warm drink to warm yourself back up but then spotted a pile of mail beside the note Andy had left. One of the jobs that had kept you busy was going through all the mail that you missed while you were gone. Andy had already sorted the bills you had but there was still lots left over so dealing with mail as it came helped.

Flipping through the pile you saw a lot of it was for Andy anyway but at the end was a letter for you. When you saw the handwriting you instantly felt sick, your legs feeling weak as you just about managed to sit down. It was Ransom’s handwriting. 

Your first instinct was to call Andy but just as you reached for your phone you froze. You had no idea what was in this letter, it could be a confession, a threat, or it could detail everything you did with Ransom. You knew that Ransom liked to play mind games, he would want to get under Andy’s skin.

No, you needed to find out what was in here first, then you would decide if you would show Andy or not. With shaking hands, you ripped open the envelope and unfolded the letter.

Kitten,

I don’t understand what happened. I thought you were happier. Happier with me. I’ve been lied to all my life by my parents, I know how to spot a lie. So I know it wasn’t a lie when you told me you loved me. I’m sorry though I should have told you the truth, but when they told me that you lost your memory I saw my chance. You promised you were going to leave him anyway so I thought that it would be easier for you if I didn’t remind you of him. I see now that it was wrong and I’m sorry, we can fix this and get through this together. I can’t wait to have you back in my arms, my house, my bed, where you belong. I love you kitten and I won’t stop fighting for us.

Love Ransom x

The letter fell out of your hands as you stumbled back struggling to take a breath. Your hand cupped your mouth as you gagged, your legs feeling weak. You couldn’t believe the lies Ransom was trying to sell, how he was trying to convince you that he was telling the truth. You would never leave Andy, not for anyone or any reason. 

You couldn’t show this to Andy, you couldn’t have Ransom’s lies poisoning him. You could already feel the doubts and the hesitancy, you couldn’t make it worse by showing him a letter that would remind him of all the horrible things you did. 

You had to act fast, you had no clue when he’d be home, you had to destroy this letter. Your hands were still shaking as you picked the letter back up and rushed over to the fireplace. Grabbing some kindling you got the fire going, using a match to set the letter alight and throw it into the fire. 

A heavy feeling settled in your gut as you watched the letter burn. It was guilt, guilt that you were even in this position to begin with, the guilt of all the things you did with Ransom, guilt that you were hiding this from Andy. You thought for a second that maybe you should have shown it to him, the police could have done something, but it was too late the letter was just ash now. 

The sound of the front door opening had you quickly standing up, Andy poked his head into the living room his brows furrowed slightly “Why’s the fire going?” he asked. 

“Oh um it was quite cold after the walk with Carrie so I thought I’d make it nice and cosy” you lied brushing dust off of your hands. 

A smile tugs at Andy’s lips “Sounds nice, let me put this away and I’ll make us some hot drinks too” he offers. 

“Sounds great,” you say with a sigh of relief that he didn’t question it further, he gives you another smile before going to step away. 

All of sudden you considered telling him the truth even calling out to stop him, but when he looked back at you his brows now furrowed slightly in concern you couldn't do it. So instead you walked the short distance towards him, gently cupping his cheek and reaching up to kiss him. 

“I love you Andy” you whisper. 

Andy tilts his head slightly but still smiles “I love you too honey” he says softly. 

Andy let out a long sigh as he set another pasta dish on the draining board to dry only to look over and see so many more left to wash. He’d finally managed to get on top of all the food the neighbours had been dropping around, he took most of the excess to the homeless shelter, some were still in the freezer and the rest had been eaten. He swore if he ever saw another pasta dish for the rest of his life it would be too soon.

He decided to leave it there for now, the draining board was full anyway, grabbing a cloth he began to dry his hands. As he did so his eyes landed on his laptop, he’d been trying not to do much work on the case since all it did was make him feel angry and inadequate. Every time you’d seen him work on it too he could see the look of sadness in your eyes. 

But you were out today, over at Carrie’s for the afternoon so it would be the perfect opportunity to do it. Maybe he could continue looking into businesses that were near the site of your crash, ask if any of their employees had seen a damaged car drive past. 

He was just making his way around the kitchen island to his laptop when his phone started ringing. He paused throwing the towel on the counter before grabbing his phone and pulling it out to see it was Frank calling him. 

Andy didn’t even get a chance to say hello before Frank was ranting down the phone at him “Whoa, whoa, Frank slow down I can’t hear you, what are you saying?” Andy says plugging his other ear trying to hear Frank better.

He heard Frank take a deep breath before starting again “I just picked Mary up from her university class and she’s in an absolute state over Y/N” Frank explains. 

Andy’s brows furrow in concern “What? Why?” he asks.

“Some kids in class were talking about Y/N and she got all upset over it, Mary still hasn’t told me exactly what they said but she said it was mean and they said Y/N must be lying” Frank explains.

“Shit is Mary okay now?” Andy curses running his hand down his face. 

“She’s calmed down a bit now but she was in floods of tears when I picked her up, I hadn’t told her much about the case because she’s only 8 but I had to explain it all to help her understand it, now she’s upset and wants to talk to Y/N” Frank explains with a heavy sigh. 

“Sure, Y/N’s out with Carrie at the moment but tell Mary that she’ll call as soon as she gets home” Andy promises, worrying about how you’d feel having to talk about all this with Mary. 

“Thanks, I just can’t believe the nerve of those girls how did they even come to that conclusion…shit” Frank mutters “Have you watched Fox News today?”

“No we don’t watch that bullshit, do you?” Andy huffs shaking his head.

“No but I just turned the TV on and you might want to turn it on, I think I’ve found out why those girls said what they did” Frank says. 

Andy frowns walking into the living room and turning on the TV, he quickly changes the channel to Fox News a curse falling from his lips when he sees what Frank meant. Fox News was doing a report on your case but it wasn’t complimentary towards you. The anchors were discussing the case and how they just couldn’t believe Ransom would do what he did.  It only got worse when they cut to an interview with Ransom’s parents.

“So what did you make of the allegations?” the broadcaster asked.

Linda shook her head “Unbelievable, my son would never do anything like that” she said playing the part of a shocked parent well.

“Ransom may have made some mistakes when he was younger but he’s not a criminal, he loved Y/N” Richard continues rubbing Linda’s back soothingly.

“So you don’t believe Ransom held Y/N captive against her will?” The broadcaster asks. 

“No, she was never held against her will” Linda states with a definitive shake of her head “That’s all lies she’s told”��

“When we first met her we were suspicious of her, the romance was such a whirlwind with her pushing Ransom to get married, but we said nothing because he was so in love with her” Richard adds “Now our poor son is in jail for a crime he didn’t commit” 

“What the fuck is all bullshit! They can’t be saying this can they?” Frank exclaims. 

“It's not a police interview or court testimony so yeah they can” Andy grumbles barely containing his anger. 

“So what is Ransom’s side of the story?” The broadcaster asks leaning forward. 

“He’s still not entirely sure what happened, he said they got into a fight and he threatened to call off the wedding and that’s when Y/N stormed out of the house and went to the police and made up this whole story about him abducting her, claiming he used her amnesia against her” Linda exclaims, dabbing her dry eye with a tissue “I knew she only wanted him for his money, we’ve told him this and he still loves her”

“Amnesia?” the broadcaster presses. 

“Yes 4 months ago Y/N was in a terrible accident and lost her memory, she was already planning to leave her partner Andy Barber so Ransom thought it would be easier on her to just pretend she already had” Richard explains with a long sigh “he explained it all in this letter” he adds leaning forward to pass the broadcaster the letter. 

“I can’t believe this, god this family is fucked up” Frank mutters but Andy wasn’t paying him much attention. 

All Andy could focus on were the letters now being shown by Fox News. All of them, while addressed to his parents, were love letters to you. It made Andy sick. He knew he shouldn't but he ended up pausing the screen on one of them to read the letter. He read the way Ransom lamented to his parents, how heartbroken he was. He was trying to win the court of public opinion and relying on his grandfather’s fanbase to do so, it must have already gone viral if Mary had heard about it. 

The sound of the front door opening had Andy looking over his shoulder “I have to go” Andy muttered to Frank who was still ranting on when Andy hung up. 

You had a small smile on your face when you walked in but as soon as your eyes landed on the TV it quickly faded “What is this?” you whispered, your voice breaking. 

“Ransom’s parents went on Fox News to tell his side of the story, it’s ridiculous they must have some connection with the owner or something, they even gave them letters from Ransom” Andy explains with an irritated huff shaking his head, beginning to pace back and forth beginning to rant.

“How- how did they know about them?” you whispered. 

It took Andy a moment to fully process what you said, and when he did he froze and slowly turned back around to face you “What do you mean how do they know about them?” he asks. 

Your eyes widened and you took a small step back “I-I-I- um- I-” you stuttered suddenly getting really flustered.

Andy’s brows furrowed in confusion as he watched you stutter and panic, it was like when he caught a defendant out on the stand. He thought for a moment replaying what you said in the context of the letters, glancing up at the TV he could see that the letter he had paused on didn’t show who it was addressed to. 

“Wait” Andy says holding out his hand “Have you been sent letters from Ransom?” 

You start fiddling with your fingers, looking down at the floor. It was an answer already but Andy was still praying you hadn’t. 

“Yes” you weakly whisper, not looking up from the floor. 

“Why didn’t you tell me!” Andy exclaims in disbelief. 

“I’m sorry I-I thought about it, I wanted to but I just couldn’t” you apologise. 

Andy lets out an irritated huff, he was furious that Ransom had found a way to send letters to you. Prisoners were not allowed any communication with the victims, he must have found a loophole and gotten his parents to forward it on to you. 

“Where are they? What did you do with them?” Andy demands, he needed to shut this down now by taking the letters to the police. 

“I-I burnt the first-” you started before Andy interrupted.

“You burnt them!” he practically shouted in disbelief “Why would you do that? It’s evidence! They’re going to use this against you and say you have something to hide!” 

“Andy I’m sorry i-i-” you stutter shaking your head. 

“He’s already doing everything he can to try and get out of this! We can’t be giving him more ammunition!” Andy roars, his anger and fear getting the better of him. 

“Please stop shouting- I’m sorry- I’m so so sorry” you sobbed completely breaking down. 

Andy’s shoulders dropped as he watched you sob “shit” he muttered to himself walking over “I’m sorry honey I shouldn’t have shouted, I’m angry at him not you” he apologised wrapping his arms around you, breathing out a sigh of relief when you didn’t push him away. 

“I regretted it straight away, I didn’t burn them all just the first, the rest I just hid” you admit looking up at him, tears still streaming down your face.

Andy let out a sigh of relief, they still had something to go to the police with “Okay, why didn’t you tell me about them?” he asked carefully. 

You took a long, deep, shaky breath before answering “I- I didn’t want you to see them” you whispered. 

Andy let out a long sigh “Okay, well we can take those ones to the police because this is witness intimidation and they can put a stop to it, take away his privileges, it’s all going to be okay I promise”

“They can?” you ask, doubt clear in your voice. 

“Yes it’s all going to be okay I promise” Andy swears kissing the top of your head.

“Okay I’ll- I’ll go get them,” you say wiping away the last of your tears and stepping out of Andy’s embrace. 

You felt sick as you made your way upstairs to the bedroom where you had hidden the letters. You had received one every day since the first one, and each time a new one arrived you considered telling Andy but they kept getting more and more graphic and detailed and you just couldn’t bring yourself to. 

You knew it was a mistake now, if Andy was right the police could have put a stop to this already. You just didn’t want him to read all the horrible things you had done. Read how dirty and tainted you were. 

Walking back down the stairs you handed Andy the 6 letters you had received from Ransom, brushing your hands down your arms once he had taken them. He quickly flicked through them and you watched anxiously as his eyes darted over the pages. Thankfully he didn’t read them for long so you hoped he hadn’t read the worst of them. 

He gave you a tight smile as he reached out to take your hand “We’re going to fix this I promise” he says kissing the top of your head quickly “c’mon let’s go” 

You follow after him, nervously picking at your coat that you still wore as Andy pulled his on. You gave him a small smile when he gave you a reassuring one and took your hand. As you stepped outside you spotted a couple of news vans parked outside, Andy must have done too because he picked up the pace towards the car. 

He opened the car door for you but as he did so you noticed something had been spraypainted on your garage door. You quickly tap him on the arm and point it out, his back straightening as he turns and spots the words ‘cheating whore’ written in red spray paint. 

“Fuckers” he growled “I’ll deal with that later I promise,” he says gently pushing you to get in the car, shutting the car door a little harder than he probably meant to.

As Andy made his way around to the driver's seat, you kept your head down brushing your hands down your jeans and picking at your nails. You kept your head down the entire drive to the police station, not only to avoid the press outside your home but to avoid the stares of passersbyers. It felt like everyone you passed was judging you, no longer trusting your side of the story. Glancing up at Andy you began to worry if he was doubting it too. 

Pulling up outside of the police station you could see there was press here too and you suddenly felt sick, your body beginning to shake as you stared up at the building. 

“Hey,” Andy says softly reaching out to take your hand “It’s going to be okay, I promise” 

You nod your head “Won’t this look bad? Us going to the police?” you ask quietly.

“No, it would look worse if the police came to us, by doing this it’s showing we have nothing to hide and we don’t” Andy explains gently squeezing your hand.

You force a small smile before moving to climb out of the car. Andy followed after you, gently taking your hand as you walked into the police station to hand over the letters. You were surprised to find Inspector Blanc putting on his jacket about to leave.

“Ah I was just about to come find you” he smiles when he spots you. 

“You saw Fox News?” Andy asks. 

“Yes, it’s a dangerous game they’re playing” Blanc sighs “I was coming to ask if you had received any letters, the others doubted it but if they can get themselves on the news, they can pass on a letter” he shrugs glancing over his shoulder. 

“Well it was a good hunch” Andy says passing the letters over to him “There were 7 in total”

“Seven?” Blanc says his brow arching “Why didn’t you tell us sooner?” he asks glancing over at you. 

You shrugged your shoulders “I dunno, i-i- panicked- didn’t realise it was something you could stop” you admit “I only told Andy after he saw the news”

Blanc nods as he flips through the letters, reading each one, you nervously gulp as he does so, trying to read the expression on his face “Well given the contents it's understandable” he says “There’s only six here, you said there was seven” he then points out. 

“I burnt the first one it- it was a mistake I know but- but those are the more…graphic ones… each one got more intense” you swallow looking down at the floor unable to bring yourself to see the look on Andy’s face. 

“We’re guessing he sent them to his parents and they forwarded them on, which is witness intimidation” Andy suggests his hand squeezing yours slightly. 

“Damn right it is” Blanc grumbles “C’mon let's talk about this more upstairs,” he says gesturing for you to follow him deeper into the building. 

“Thank you” Andy sighs placing his hand on the small of your back to guide you. 

You wrap your arms around you tightly as Blanc leads the both of you through the precinct towards the other detectives who instantly stand to attention when they notice you. 

“It’s a good thing we didn’t settle on a wager” Blanc states as he slaps the letters into Detective Elliot’s hand.

Elliot quickly flips through them his eyes widening before he passes them over to Wagner to read, you shift uncomfortably as they do so worried that maybe Ransom was planting seeds of doubt in their minds. 

“Were you really not going to check if she received any letters?” Andy demands hands clenched into fists by his side. 

“We’re sorry it won’t happen again” Elliot promises holding his hands up to placate Andy, he then turns his attention to Wagner “Get in contact with the prison and shut this down, take away all privileges if you have to” he orders. 

Wagner nods passing the letters back to Elliot before stepping away to make the call “We’ll be submitting these to evidence, see if we can lift any fingerprints” Blanc reassures you “We can promise he won’t be able to contact you any more”

You breathe out a shaky sigh of relief “Thank you” you manage to say. 

“It's the least we can do, have you guys experienced any other negative attention following the news?” Elliot asks grabbing a notepad. 

“Yes our garage door was graffitied” Andy sighs glancing down at you, you immediately advert your gaze and look down at the floor. 

“Okay we can station an officer outside to prevent any more vandalism, is there anything else?” Elliot asks. 

“No” Andy states as you say “I-”

Andy’s brows furrow as he turns to look down at you “Honey? What is it?” he asks placing a calming hand on your shoulder. 

“I-” you start again before screwing your eyes shut and shaking your head “It’s nothing” you mutter.

“Honey if it’s worrying you it can’t be nothing” he says softly turning you to face him, hands running up and down your arms soothingly. 

“The same day the first letter arrived these girls ran over to me and Carrie at the park, it was all a bit of a blur but they were fans of Harlan and Ransom and said they didn’t blame me for being with him” You admit quietly, looking down at the floor.

Andy’s hands tense for a split second around your arms before relaxing and returning to their soothing rhythm “Why didn’t you tell me?” Andy says his tone soft. 

“I didn’t want you to worry” you whisper finally looking back up at him and seeing the pained look on his face “I’m sorry” you apologise as tears collect in your eyes. 

“It's okay, it's okay” Andy sighs wrapping his arms around you, pulling you into his embrace and rubbing your back soothingly. 

You let out a shuddering breath as you buried your face into his chest and deeply breathed in his cologne which always seemed to calm you. Closing your eyes you could almost pretend none of this was happening, that you weren’t in a police station handing over letters that detailed everything you were guilty of. 

“We promise we’ll try and get on top of the press, we can release a statement and do a press conference to dispel the rumours” Elliot promises “The preliminary hearing is in two weeks so hopefully we can collect the final bits of evidence we need to ensure he goes down for this”

“In the meantime, it might be good to get away” Blanc suggests “Stay with a family or-or a friend and have some peace and quiet before the ruckus of the trail starts” he says gesturing with his hand. 

“Won’t that look like we’re running away?” you ask glancing up at Andy.

He lets out a long sigh considering it before shaking his head “No because we have nothing to run from, they can try and paint you as the villain all they like but we know you’re innocent and the evidence shows it too” he states “we can go visit Frank and Mary” he suggests.

A smile involuntarily creeps onto your lips at the thought of heading down south to see Frank and Mary “Yeah.. That sounds nice” you nod. 

Andy gives you a soft smile before leaning down to press a kiss to the top of your head “Great, I’ll give Frank a call” 

You give him another smile hoping that maybe this getaway would be what fixed everything between you. Time away from the press, nothing to remind Andy of everything you’d done.

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TickleTober2023/Day 03 - Villain

Nu: Carnival - Blade x Garu (feat. Eiden)

As Eiden felt the knots around his body getting a little tighter than expected, he started wondering if agreeing with this whole thing was a good idea after all. He knew Blade wouldn’t actually harm him, but he wasn’t sure about getting carried away by a little game…

“All done, darling,” Blade mused as he finished restraining the grand sorcerer with a bow tie. “Oh, I mean, cahem, you are not going anywhere, muahaha,” the e-droid corrected himself, getting back into character. He was really invested in it, Eiden thought.

Suddenly, before the two of them could chat any longer, the sound of the door suddenly being slammed open echoed through the room. Garu, wearing one of Aster’s fancy towels around his neck to mimic a cape, stood proudly in the entrance. “Stop right there, you villain!” 

As much as the young yokai tried to sound mad, it was hard for him to hide how happy and excited he was in playing the hero. Blade grinned - sticking to his role - and stood in front of Eiden. “It’s over, Garu-Garu! Darling is mine!”

The duo waited, with Garu peeking over to the side and Blade looking over his shoulder as they both waited for the grand sorcerer to continue with his line. Eiden sighed, he agreed to participate in it, after all, right?

“Ah, right… Oh no. Help me, Garu, I’m so scared,” he said, not really sounding in panic, but giving a good-enough acting to the duo that eagerly continued their game.

“Let master go, villain!” Garu insisted, making Blade let out another “evil” laughter.

“Make me, Garu-Garu!”

With that one last line, the two clan members ran into each other. Eiden’s eyes opened wide, already fearing that they would actually have an all-out while playing around and - much worse: damage Aster’s mansion. But before he could speak, the duo clashed against each other.

Eiden closed his eyes, afraid that anyone would end up hurt, but it turned out a bit different than he expected.

“G-gyahah, l-lehehet me goo! ~” Garu giggled, kicking his feet in the air as Blade kept his waist straddled.

“Fight me if you can, Garu-Garu, or admit darling is mine,” Blade teased, his fingers continuing to tickle the wolf pup’s sides, wiggling them into his lower ribs and stomach. Garu’s tail wagged rapidly, as if following the happy sounds of his laughter. “Nehehever! M-Mahahaster is mihihine!”

“Uh… guys?” Eiden muttered, slightly squirming inside his bonds.

“Then face the consequences!” Blade shouted - not able to hide the happiness in his voice tone anymore - as he dug into Garu’s ribs, making the yokai literally howl in mirth.

“I-I’ll sahahave you, mahahaster!” Garu cackled, pressing his eyes as he couldn’t stop the e-droid’s ticklish attack, using his best efforts to take it as well as he could.

Eiden sighed, leaning back into the wall behind him. “I’m sure you will, my hero,” he said, already knowing this would take a while…

A/N: THESE TWO ARE SO CUTE TOGETHER, I LOVE THEM WAHHH- Anyway, cahem, I hope you guys liked this one, I had such a blast writing it ehehe