#I wanted to draw him interacting with people his age at that party I placed him

[fem-the-artist]

Magic Future au

Some of the basics:

Usually when I’m drawing an older Timmy unless specified otherwise it’s probably for this au

This entire a use, basically my own personal headcanons of what I think Timmy’s future should be also in know that anything past season six that happened in the show is not canon

So no Chloe , no sparky , no foop (there is a version of an anti-poof. It just doesn’t align with what the show portrayed.)

Wishology is also on thin ice. I am going to pick and choose what I do and do not want from that special. 

 There’s also gonna be quite a sprinkle of Nicktoons unite in here because universal travel is silly 

The for main ages that I focus on for Timmy are 10 (really more like 11) 14, 19 and 32  I’m gonna post a visual aid later to show where he’s at on those four points later 

But there’s a reason for each of these ages being focused on 10 11 is focused on potential episodes I thought of as well as for those of you who know my OC Cinnamon who is Tootie’s godparent  so this age is mostly used to explore new relationship dynamics between the cast, with is such a change 

14 is really used to explore that awkward teenage phase and is right before Timmy has his gender epiphany. Also, a lot of relationship drama is 14 and figuring things out. There are going to be a lot of ups and downs. 

19 is the one you’ve seen the most of on my page, he’s confident he’s shameless he’s Timmy! interacts the most with the Nicktoons gang currently dating Jimmy. I wanted to skip ahead to 19 instead of 18, because 18 would be dealing with the no fairies memory issues drama. 19 however, they were essentially cut a small deal. Cosmo and Wanda are temporarily suspended from being godparents. Timmy doesn’t lose his memories however, he also doesn’t get to keep Cosmo and Wanda as god parents, but he gets the small bottle of fairy dust that he keeps around his neck at all times for emergencies 

It’s also an indicator that he’s essentially part of the magical world. Timmy was allowed to keep his memories and magic in his life for 3 reasons

Reason 1 saving fairy world countless times  is one of them

Reason number 2 really just amounts to poof’s existence because I’m doing his wishes and memories under does poof 

And reason number 3 Timmy is just far too ingrained into fairy culture, everyone in fairy world knows him. He’s a minor celebrity. He spent holidays there, he invented, and is the announcer for the Fairy Olympics. And to put it simply the people there know him and no other God kid has ever gotten that much notoriety in fairy world. He is one of them. 

Anyway, back to the ages 32 seems like a jump, but that’s because it takes place during ‘new wish’  with Hazel. Ok hear me out for this one. I love the ending of channel chasers everyone does, but I’m also want Timmy to keep the magic in his life so a compromise.

Fairy warden Timmy you know him you love him I’ve always believed that if Timmy was gonna be anything, he was gonna be a goddamn lawyer, with the amount of times that boy has gone to court 

In the episode, a wish to far Timmy makes a series of selfish wishes, and Jorgen takes him to court saying ‘hey, you don’t get your fairies anymore you suck’. Essentially, Timmy had no real defense outside of Cosmo and Wanda, who are a biased party and who Jorgan never listens to so in theory

If this is a thing that Jorgan regularly does, I feel like the kids who get called on like this should get a defense lawyer, a.k.a. Timmy! Being a fellow fairy warden means he has just as much authority as Jorgen as well as previously being a human means he understands where the kids are coming from because fairies have been shown to not fully understand how humans work so tend to be biased, which is why Timmy would be the perfect lawyer on the kids side!

Anyway, Timmy is a fairy warden/lawyer 

As for how channel chasers plays into this, we’ve got a double life situation going on here  we’re technically, while he still works as a fairy he lives as a human (also, he’s not a full fairy just stating that since fairies are born, not made he technically qualifies as a separate species. Most people call him a pseudo- fairy. Jorgen called him a demon, and because he called him a demon. That’s technically his species name now lol)

But anyway, Tommy and Tammy exist and are still Timmy’s kids  who don’t know their dad is a fairy so it’s like a gravity falls trying to figure out the mystery situation where they’re pretty sure their dad isn’t human but they don’t know what he is 

Also, Cosmo and Wanda are Hazel’s godparents since they’re no longer on suspension at this point 

Poof is probably like in whatever the equivalent of fairy high school is 

[asirensrage]

Profane - Mitsuya Takashi x Reader Oneshot

Title: Profane Rating: Mature Fandom: Tokyo Revengers Pairing: Mitsuya Takashi x Reader Warnings: Non-descriptive smut? Nothing explicit. I don't think there are any major warnings in this one... Word count: ~700 Summary: You meet Mitsuya by accident.

Notes: I really love this fic. Like, I've reread it a thousand times and shared it with a bunch of people already lol. Inspired by the poem PROFANE by Ashe Vernon and I listened to Heat Waves by Glass Animals on repeat as I wrote it. I promise you don't need to know the fandom or character to understand this. I just really love it and I hope you do too.

You meet Mitsuya by accident. 

A chance encounter at a party that you’re only attending because the invite came from a friend of a friend and you felt like you hadn’t seen any of your friends in ages. They were all supposed to be there. Instead, you find yourself getting pushed by accident as you pass the dance floor and it’s enough to make you stumble. You don’t fall though. He catches you by your elbows, keeping you steady and helping you back on your feet. His gaze is soft, kind in comparison to the sharp glare that you send back to whoever knocked you over. 

You thank him for the assistance, and he promises that it was no trouble. You’re easier to catch than his sisters. That sparks a conversation since he’s removing his hands but not stepping back and you’re curious to see if he’s as soft as he looks. There’s something about him that draws you in, even as you’re tempted to step back, teeth snagging on his throat if he gets too close. He doesn’t though, letting you set the tone. 

By the time the party finishes, you’ve exchanged numbers and you leave wondering if maybe you shouldn’t have. You don’t expect him to text or call. 

He does. He tells you to call him Takashi. 

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You’re abrasive and snap at times when you feel cornered, but he rarely seems to let it dissuade him. He waits, as patient as someone trying to woo a feral cat into their embrace, and you find yourself stepping closer with every interaction. He doesn’t press, doesn’t demand, and you think that you could ruin him. That you’ll break the best parts and lay waste to the remains. He whispers praises into your skin and you can’t help but laugh, teasing him with the attempts before you retreat. You don’t want to set a match to see him burn to embers and try to leave him. 

There is steel behind the softness. 

He has taken care to ease you into him and when you try to run, he pulls you back. He smiles as you snarl, unfettered in the way he presses his mouth against yours. You thought you would break him, but the man holding you is stronger than you realize. He isn’t one to let you run, to let you ruin what he has carefully crafted between you two. 

He shows you what it means to worship. The way he carefully undresses you, as though you are something to cherish in your unwrapping. You think that the longer you stay, the more layers you peel back and start to understand. There is a difference between softness and fragility and he proves to you that he can bear the weight you carry. 

He sets himself between your thighs, leaving marks as he carefully lays a trail with his mouth. His fingers carve a path that only he knows, memorizing the dips and curves of your skin, the places that make your breath hitch and what draws you out. He wants to burn the sounds he pulls from you into his memory. You feared you would leave him in ashes but you have him on his knees as he teaches you what it means to trust and fall in return. 

His moans draw out your own, eager to follow where he gladly leads. He fits with ease, the two of you connected in more ways than just one. You’ve never done anything to earn yourself the look you see in his eyes, but he whispers his praises and you’re inclined to believe. There’s no laughing in return when he feels like he belongs. You dig your teeth into him but he holds your throat with promise, keeping you steady as you both break. He is determined that you only call his name as he murmurs yours like a prayer. You’ve never felt more free than in this moment, here with him and the promises he makes as he kisses you.  

He holds you as softly as you can breathe. You think he might have taken your heart along with your speech, but when you tell him he simply smiles. You’ve had his first, he tells you. It’s only fair. 

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gen taglist: @raith-way @chickensarentcheap @residentdormouse @themaradwrites @kingsmakers @far-shores

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Don't mind me, just talking about Shadow as being on the autistic spectrum, and how his portrayal in the games and anime (before 2010s era) reflected this even if it was never outright stated.

(TIME FOR A CHARACTER ANALYSIS ABOUT SHADOW THE HEDGEHOG)

    When I was in high school, I struggled a lot in social situations, I'd go completely stiff and just watch people. I had a "resting bitch face", I never really could have conversations and seemed to just fixate on things. I'd make observations that irritated people. I'd ask "why" a lot. (Asking why or even asking 'obvious' questions seemed to make people think I was questioning their judgment, or that I was challenging them. But no, I just didn't understand and wanted clarification. I still run into this a lot and I wish people would stop assuming I have ulterior motives. I just wanna understand stuff better cause it doesn't connect for me. Even if it seems obvious. I'm the genius that asked my mom why she was crying at her dad's funeral when I was 11. It's not that I didn't understand why Grandpa was gone, I knew he passed away, but it hadn't really landed for me, and my brain registered my mom's sadness before it registered the why.)

    I didn't like small talk (still don't) and would rather every interaction have a specific purpose. You'd never catch me at a party and I didn't think drinking or drugs looked fun or interesting. The act of rebelling didn't interest me either. The few interests I did have were something I'd always go back to, and I couldn't function without them. (For me, drawing has always been a huge part of my life and if I didn't have a pencil or pen and paper, then I couldn't hear. I know, very weird. If I were doodling or just even had my sketchbook open, I could study a lot easier. In High school, my teachers started telling me to put the sketchbook away, and my grades plummeted because my attention did, too. Trying to tell them just kind of led to the same old "well everyone else can't doodle so you can't either". I wasn't in any of the special ed stuff because I guess I masked too well.)

    Sonic 06 and Sonic X have the same characterization for Shadow, especially in Japanese, and I think that's honestly the best he'd ever been-- he's quiet, he's reserved, he observes and he doesn't like to "waste time". Not because he's edgy, not because he's a jerk or too serious, but because he struggles in social situations and he's more introverted. He doesn't want to be the centre of attention, he doesn't enjoy any of that. Shadow also behaves like an adult, and I'm sure a ton of us on the spectrum have heard that before, that we're very mature for our age. In reality, we can't relate with our peers and have very fixated interests that don't really expand to other things. Limited interests and we just wanna do stuff tied to that. We know so much about that one thing or those things, but those things won't get you ahead in school. Unless you're LUCKY and your fixation is math, oy vey! (My fixation was etymology. I loved learning and knowing where words came from. Useful for 2 seconds in English class, quickly loses its usefulness in a skill-oriented world.)

    I don't even think he's naturally boastful, at least he wasn't since SA2 (when he was an antagonist), but Sonic brings out a competitive side in him. Sonic brings out the childhood-self that he lost to trauma and being sealed away. Shadow never got to be a normal kid/adult. He has always had expectations placed on him. I think Sonic really brings out a side of him that even surprises himself. It's why he will even say very often "What am I doing?" or "This is such a waste of time!" but he won't STOP… Because he's having fun and doesn't know how to describe his own feelings. Shadow's the type who'll say "I'm fine" no matter what state he's in when you ask if he's okay. My spouse is like this actually-- I can often tell when he's feeling down, but he doesn't know how to describe emotions beyond functional things like "i'm healthy" or "i'm unhealthy", so he'll say he's fine even if he's having a melancholy day. I struggle with understanding my emotional responses, but not necessarily identifying them. A lot of people on the spectrum do struggle with identifying their emotions beyond empirical things. "Do I feel sick? No? then I'm fine" Shadow is exactly like this. And because his expression is so neutral, sometimes intense, he gets mistaken as being angry or too serious. In reality, he's just standing there. He's not gonna expend energy smiling when he's got nothing to smile about. Why force yourself to emote for people? Especially if it feels unnatural.

    Another thing about Shadow being autistic is if he's got nothing to say, then he won't say it. If he wants to leave, he'll leave. Good luck stopping him! But for many actual people it's not an option to leave. We can't just teleport out or skate at lightning speeds like he can, so we have to just sit there and do little coping or self soothing methods to keep ourselves in the moment and calm. We don't often see Shadow stimming in traditionally understood ways, like lip biting or rubbing his arms or fidgeting with his fingers-- but he often stands with his arms crossed. This CAN BE a stim. Feeling the weight of your arms on top of each other, it allows for you to be aware of your own body. I fold my arms a lot in public, because I'm usually playing with the hem of my sleeves, or I'm rubbing my arms or squeezing them. Shadow doesn't seem to do any of that but he's rarely seen without his arms folded.

    When his arms aren't folded, he stands so still and just stares at people. He looks completely out of his element. He doesn't seem to have a relaxed stance--until the anime, where he's shown standing with his hand on his hip. Rouge also does this, leading to the popular headcanons that Shadow is unintentionally imitating Rouge-- his masking leads him to identify the most 'normal' person in the room and copy their behavior in order to blend in better. Unfortunately it rarely, in my experience, leads to people NOT thinking I'm weird. Sometimes I'll even start imitating speech patterns or accents and BOY. I don't even realize I'm doing it until it HAPPENS. So embarrassing. But Shadow absolutely imitates everyone around him. We can see him do this even as far back as Sonic Heroes--that scene where he's nodding or shaking his head to whatever Rouge is saying. The scene where Sonic starts getting competitive and Shadow starts kind of imitating his posture and his way of speaking to become competitive with them-- I don't even think he realizes he's doing it. But it also makes sense with his NAME.

    His name is Shadow. I think of Peter Pan, where Peter's Shadow can sometimes get away from him. Usually it does everything he does, but sometimes it gets away and does its own things, and Peter has to catch it. Wendy sews the shadow back on in Hook. I think Shadow's name is referencing that as well, that just like a shadow, he mimics those around him. He's watching over them, but also copying them. Learning to blend in.

    Another moment I adore is in SA2 (and Sonic X) when Amy Rose hugs him from behind. According to the 2010s era and early IDW, you'd have expected Shadow to push her away or yell DONT TOUCH ME or whatever. But no, he actually just goes REALLY RIGID and doesn't even say anything. It isn't until Amy realizes her mistake that Shadow turns around to look at her, smiling like 'What are you doing???' But in Sonic X, they changed this scene further into autistic territory--

    Shadow doesn't even TURN to her. He goes rigid, yes, and his eyes widen and he just stands there looking towards the audience like 8| He's completely OUT OF HIS ELEMENT. He prepared for the mission, NOT to deal with random people HUGGING HIM. He's probably not been hugged since Maria over 50 years ago. We don't even know if Maria hugged him much because Shadow has always seemed pretty touch-averse. I love GIVING hugs and I love receiving hugs but only from people I'm REALLY close to. I don't even like getting hugs from extended family. My spouse? VERY touch averse. He'll get hugs from me but hugging and touch are just not his thing. Shadow is not a huggy person, but he does tend to hold hands.

    We know he grabbed and held Maria's hand, running with her-- but we never actually saw that until Sonic X (2003) he can be seen running with her away from the military, and he's holding her hand as he leads her. In Shadow the Hedgehog, Maria often grabs Shadow's hand when telling him things. This is also a grounding method to bring the person into the moment. For me, I feel like I can focus better on what my spouse is saying to me when he holds my hand and it's crowded or busy. Even in our home, if he wants to tell me something, I recommend that he hold my hand or touch my arm so I can focus on him better. This happens with Shadow.

    Sonic doesn't tend to hold peoples' hands. In Sonic X he usually just picks people up, but we do see him grab Elise's arm in 06 and run with her. But holding hands? Not really his thing! Shadow does do it more often though. In Sonic X S3, in the episode, Molly's Dream, Shadow's immediate way of leading Molly away from danger is to grab and hold her hand. He even keeps holding her hand until she lets go. It speaks to me the sort of childlike behavior he may still be exhibiting, but not that I'm trying to say that autistic people are more like children. From my experience on the spectrum, I am more childish than my peers. I still react like a kid might to things, and I don't really think like an adult is expected to. I am mentally behind my peers as well, I think my emotional maturity is lower? But it's hard to measure that without a doctor. It's not just about laughing at fart jokes or knowing to pay bills, it's like, how I problem solve is more creatively aligned with kids than it is adults. This is both great and terrible, depending on the situation. A situation that requires math and stuff cannot be solved my way. A situation that involves encouraging kids to try again or be nice to each other, well it's very useful because I can communicate with them on their level (I was a teacher in South Korea for over half a decade, my brain was great for being a teacher but not great for other things).

    I think Shadow really gets misread as a mean guy a lot, but he really isn't. I also don't really enjoy the headcanons that imagine him as very outgoing and whimsical when he was on the ARK, and I especially don't like headcanons that infantilize him-- I really don't like headcanons where people infantilize autistic people. We've seen Shadow when he loses his memories a few times. In Heroes, but also in S3 of Sonic X-- his personality is still the same. He's still reserved, he's still quiet, he still struggles in social situations and prefers getting to the point rather than dilly-dallying. I'd argue that he was exactly like that before the incident on the ARK, too. It's just that the incident caused his inner peace to be destroyed. His precious person, Maria, was no longer around and he lost everything all at once. He doubled down on the one thing that made sense: Revenge. But even after all of that was sorted out, he's not gonna just magically be a different person. He's still reserved, he's still serious, he's still "get to the point". If he played FFXIV, he'd only focus on main quests, and never do side quests. He'd never spend money on cosmetics, probably. He's likely a person who values gameplay over story. If the game is broken or the mechanics aren't utilized well, that's probably more what he'd be fixated on than whether the story was good or not. He'd skip through dialogue because he reads fast, even if the dialogue is voiced (my spouse does this and it drives me nuts. SHADOW I BEG OF YOU PLEASE DO IT FOR ME, DISABLE THE VOICE ACTING IN OPTIONS SO I STOP HEARING THE FIRST UTTERANCE OF A WORD EVERY TIME U MASH THROUGH THE DIALOGUE)

    Trauma affects people in all kinds of ways. I don't think all autistic people are like Shadow, because autism is a spectrum and no two people present exactly the same, although there will be similarities. Shadow's trauma happened at a time where he barely knew himself already, so that's why it was so easy for him to fixate on revenge, and then he'd be content with dying afterwards because he figured he had nothing left to live for. Finding out he was wrong was the best thing that could have happened to him.

    I was really saddened when SEGA decided he was an edgelord who hated everything and had no friends because that's such a horrible read of this nuanced character. In my personal headcanons for Shadow, he's actually very into plants and flowers, because Maria loved the planet so much. And eventually he learns to love the planet because of nature. Shadow's never going to be a people person, in fact he probably still doesn't care much for people as a whole, but that doesn't mean he won't step up when they need his help. Which is why his line in Sonic 06 is still so poignant. "If the world chooses to become my enemy, then I'll fight like I always have." Basically, it really doesn't matter, I've made my choice, I know who I am now and I get to make those decisions. No one else will shake the foundations of who I am.

    And because he knows who he is, he doesn't feel the need to repeat it and boast about himself. He's confident, not arrogant. He can be smug and competitive, but that's playfulness, not cruelty. He's quiet and may just straight up walk away while someone is mid-sentence, but that's not because he's evil or intentionally being a jerk-- it's just how he is. He needs to work on it if he wants to have friends, but his friends already understand him very well. They know that he's like that, and from what we saw in The Murder of Sonic the Hedgehog, occasionally they forget it's not personal. I'm happy to see them admitting "oh no, I completely misjudged you, I'm so sorry!" because it's been way too long since we've heard the main cast apologize to Shadow for assuming he was a big jerk on purpose.

    Knowing the restrictions on how Shadow is written have been lifted, I'm really hoping we can get more of how he's meant to be, the reserved, socially awkward but well-meaning hedgehog we love. Autistic Shadow FTW!

    

(our experiences and headcanons

may differ, that's okay.)

[tacoma-narrows]

Tac's OC Ref Masterposts 4: Tertiary OCs

See my other ref posts here: Sonas, Primaries, Secondaries

I wanted to have a series of posts where people can find all of my characters in one place! Since I have too many to fit them all into one post, I decided to split them up based on how much I use them/how developed they are, the same way they're split up on my Toyhouse.

I wanted to have their refs here so people can find them relatively easily and not have to go digging through their Toyhouse galleries to find them lol. If anyone ever wants to draw them, you are very much encouraged to do so!! Same goes for asks about my characters! Those are always welcome as well!!

These will have some general information about each of my characters, but if you want to see more about them in depth, each character's Toyhouse page will also be linked! If/when I update any particular characters' ref in the future, that will be updated here as well ^^

Will also include each character's theme song because I like showing those off too :3

See my tertiary OCs here below the cut!

TERTIARY OCS

These characters are the ones I tend to use the most infrequently. They generally don't have a huge amount of developed character or information, but there is still some there. A few have interactions with my other Wings of Fire OCs (again, much like my secondaries, these are all WoF based characters) but not all of them do. I do still value them to some degree, hence why I keep them around, but they generally just sorta do their own thing haha

Cenote [Toyhouse Link]

PackWing (WoF Fantribe)

Name is pronounced Seh-noh-Tay)

Lives in the forest and has a lot of knowledge about herbs and plants and stuff

Spends so much time in the woods that the smell tends to follow him wherever he goes

Markings and stuff can be simplified if needed lol

Theme Song: Dear Fellow Traveler by Sea Wolf

Chernobyl [Toyhouse Link]

NightWing/SandWing hybrid

Used to be the king of a fantribe I had made called FissionWings, which is why he has his floaty crown

Orange stripe along his flank is highly radioactive

The spots on his wings flicker with little sparks of radiation

Generally cold and stoic, usually keeps to himself

Theme Song: Livin' On The Edge by Aerosmith

South [Toyhouse Link]

Melanistic IceWing

Named to contrast all of the IceWing OCs named North lmao

Youngest/smallest of all my dragon OCs

Very innocent and happy since he's still pretty young

Love to play with his friends

Theme Song: Daylight by Matt & Kim

StrangeEvidence [Toyhouse Link]

NightWing with weak future seeing powers

Based on the terrible Science Channel show of the same name [I have no shame]

Tries to interpret his visions but goes like, way overboard and sounds ridiculous in the process

When they turn out to be something totally mundane, he's just like  "alright, so that's what that's about. Hm, neat" and walks away

Theme Song: It's the End of the World as We Know It (And I Feel Fine) by R.E.M.

Sunrise [Toyhouse Link]

SkyWing

Also fairly young, but older than South (like what would be tween age in humans)

Kind of a ditz and lacks any kind of inhibition, which sometimes gets her into trouble

Adoptive younger sister to Magma, who often helps her out of the trouble she gets herself into

Theme Song: We Like To Party! by The Vengaboys

Tōhoku [Toyhouse Link]

SeaWing/SandWing hybrid

Lives by the beach

Loves to cook and owns a snack shack by the ocean

Very chill, would probably host a surfing contest

Theme Song: Ocean Man by Ween

[toothpaste-dragon]

🔫 chrysie. thursday. syllk.

(In reference to this post)

It's interesting you picked these three because they're some of my most underdeveloped characters XD And for good reason, in each individual case. But you asked, so you shall receive.

Chrysie There's not too much to say about her, unfortunately. She's a blatant self-insert (which I still get embarrassed about occasionally) and sometimes I draw her in place of myself when applicable. I purposefully didn't create her with much lore because I'd rather focus my efforts on developing my actual characters. So the only real lore I can provide is that she lives in a fairy colony in the mountains and helps gather resources for her village, while also exploring the area and interacting with various animals - and sometimes humans. Mountains are my happy place, so it's obvious why I went with that location :>

Thursday Hoo boy, how to explain this seagull child's history...I don't even know how you found him to begin with, since he's so far back on my art blog XD While Thursday's story has been on the back burner for a long time, he was actually my main focus when I created him back in high school. I was obsessed with birds at that age, especially birds that most people disliked or found annoying, so it all started when I thought to myself "What happens if bird + boy?" I eventually ended up piecing together this shred of a story about a journalist named Melissa who lives in a small coastal town and stumbles upon a so-called seagull boy (AKA a boy who both resembles and has the mannerisms of a seagull). It's revealed that the seagull boy has an injured wing, so Melissa helps nurse him back to health over the course of 2 weeks, while simultaneously nursing some of her own wounds and forming a sweet bond with the quirky son she never had. I was very intentional about making Thursday annoying and loud and messy, which explained why most beach-goers didn't enjoy his presence. Thursday purposefully remained underdeveloped because I wanted the story to be simple and focus on the main character's emotions/reactions more than any sort of backstory they arrived with. I also always imagined the story would best be told as a visual short story or comic, and one of my friends had planned to illustrate the script at some point, but plans changed and it didn't happen (which is totally understandable). Thursday's story still means a lot to me, especially since it was the first time I 'finished' planning out an entire story. I hope one day I might be able to see it come to life...but until then, I'll simply hold onto it.

Syllk Syllk (tiefling sorcerer) was my most recent dungeons and dragons character, before I ultimately left the campaign to prioritize mental health and other important stuff. She was a ton of fun to play! But much like Chrysie, she doesn't have too much lore. Syllk's whole gimmick was that she completely lost her memory and washed up on the shores of Candlekeep, where she met the rest of her companions. The only item on her person was a sealed book, which she believed would help restore her memories and locate her parents. My very first legit D&D character had been easy to play because he acted a lot like me - so this time I wanted to challenge myself to play a character on the complete opposite end of the spectrum. Which is exactly why I made Syllk to be sassy, morally gray, quick to anger, and overall just a little gremlin. Near the end of the campaign, Syllk unlocked her book and it led her to a strange laboratory...and there she faced off against a powerful mage, who claimed to have stolen her away from her parents and experimented on her. Syllk was so angry that she aided in killing the mage, but the anger faded once she realized she'd probably never be reunited with her parents. Thankfully, one of her party companions Karliah (tabaxi monk) had been inching closer to Syllk as a surrogate mother, so Syllk decided to stick with her for the time that followed.

I hope these answers are sufficient...I honestly don't know if I described 'lore' rather than just threw random info at you X'D Regardless, enjoy :>

[meowthefluffy]

Oh my gosh Maddie tell us about the Prinxiety version of that au! I am also very obsessed with prinxiety

I have completely run with this idea, and now I’m pretty much resigned to the fact that I’m gonna be making this one next after I finish off the cupid au BUT ANYWAY CHARACTER SET UP FIRST:

Janus is Virgil’s father/the dragon witch, and Virgil is Janus’s son/dragon in training! In this area dragons are an important part of the like,, fairytale ecosystem- and are super respected for their role as the villain in the story/main way couples happen. It’s a really big deal and dragons are in low numbers so every dragon has to be on their best behavior. (Also dragons are like shape shifters, so they are people for monologuing and crashing parties but big monsters for fights and guarding their hoards)

Roman is the middle prince of a large Royal Family, and is generally overlooked by his family. He desperately wants to stand out and be important but he doesn’t really fit in at the castle or in noble society- he’s too bossy and domineering to do well as a trophy husband, but not sure enough to be a knight or hero like some of his other siblings. (Also culturally Princes and Princess both get “kidnapped “ as a means of finding a suitable partner, and the rescue is like an elaborate dowery. Roman is expected to follow this trend as his parents deem him unlikely to find a partner on his own, but they need him to be useful to the family by marrying for alliances)

this au would take place over two main sections:

One section where Roman and Virgil are children (ages 13-16)

and one where they are both adults (they are both in their mid 20s and it would take place over a few months)

The kid section would follow the time when Virgil and Roman first meet+and get crushes on eachother. Janus kidnaps Roman as practice for Virgil, so he can have something to guard and a playmate so he can have some social interaction. Janus is a bit rough with Roman in the beginning (he’s never kidnapped a kid before so he didn’t know better at the time) but once Ro’s left fully to Virgil the conditions get way better. (Mostly because Roman bullies him into being nice lol)

Over the course of their time together Roman sort of brute forces Virgil into being his friend and cleaning up the tower he’s being kept in (bossiness 1 Virgil 0) Since Roman is still young and not yet at the age where suitors go out to rescue people it takes a while for anyone to come and get Roman or even try (and his parents don’t intervene because they think it’ll be good for him, to draw in his own suitors early on and practice being a proper damsel) so the two of them spend a couple years together. (They become best friends and It’s all very cute)

But eventually A knight does come to save Roman, the two are separated and Roman is betrothed to the woman who saved him. At this point it’s basically understood that Roman and Virgil will never see each other again- but Roman promises that they will meet again before he gets married (so Virgil can be his best man and host an epic bachelor party for him obviously.. not ya know cause he loves him or anything)

Smash cut to the second half of the au and Virgil heard through the grapevine that Roman’s wedding is finally coming around! And Virgil decides it about time he kidnap a damsel himself (for the bachelor party obviously and not because he’s jealous)

Cue Roman being absolutely ecstatic to see V again and absolutely loves being kidnapped away from his stuffy wedding to a lady who only wants him as arm candy, and he decides- why leave now? I’m having fun and I’m not being missed, I’ll just stay here until they come to get me- and hi-jinx ensue!

[hyperbolicreverie]

Hi, recently I've been binging your works — really enjoyed the tidbits of human connection and tidbits that build up in every character you've written, it's lovely to see!

I especially enjoyed the rare interactions between Nami and Ace, Sachi and Nami, Robin and Law, Robin and Sanji as well as Sanji and Law but what surprised me to find is Brook and Law, a rather lovely insight to Brook's fondness for the youngster pirates living their lives and chasing the passion Brook likely sees reflected from his old crew. And as a musician, I adore that small connection of Flevish history through an otherwise long forgotten lullaby.

What do you think music Brook figures out his crew members enjoy listening to/has a soft spot for?

Personally I do imagine the older Baratie members being quite boisterous and belting out rhymthic fast-paced sea shanties meant for work particularly during fishing, tedious food prep or during storms and Sanji can be heard humming as he worked.

Windy Old Weather

And

Seventeen Come Sunday are prime examples. Incidentally quite a few sea shanties are about a romantic partner or wooing a lady. I wonder if that adds to Sanji's current impression of women. Hmm.

Brook, I imagine, learns a lot of things just by listening. He's used to silence, and suddenly having people around again must be so different after so much time alone.

I love Brook as the elder pirate, the experienced one. We get a lot of good serious moments with Jimbei because of his age and experience, but Brook gets those moments too, and I love those times.

So I imagine him observing his crew, seeing how they react to different songs and tunes, which ones draw them in. He has an audience again, so he can play whatever he wants, and that means he can test things from all over. And he's going to be such a master of nostalgia, knowing exactly what might trigger a memory.

Sea shanties, but also dirges. Party songs, like you'd hear in bars across the islands. And, of course, traditional songs, probably many the Straw Hats have never heard, because they come from elsewhere in the world. But what is a musician if not a collector of songs like that? The Thousand Sunny probably sees more musical diversity than almost any other place in the Grand Line, just because they have a musician with range and the memory to keep bringing those things into the modern day.

[narislotus]

your golden hour (all the times I fell)

“flowers laced with emotional healing” - kazuhei 🍁🦌

rated: g

warnings: n/a

themes: childhood friends to lovers, 5 + 1, modern au

summary: the 5 times Kazuha fell in for Heizou, plus 1 time they both fell together.

———— 🍁🦌

1. The first time I fell

Kazuha could note the first time he fell - years before he knew what it meant to fall. They were in year 8 of their lives - Kazuha being a couple of months further along. Heizou had come into his life unexpectedly, being a new student in his class. He only briefly acknowledged him on his first day with a casual wave and nothing more. His younger self rarely engaged in pleasantries and preferred to be without company. Days went by and never exchanged words once - until that day came.

On certain days, while other kids would swing off of playground sets and chase each other until their legs were sore, Kazuha would spend his recess under his favorite tree with a sketchbook in his lap. If he was left undisturbed, he could finish his drawing by the time he heard the teachers blowing their whistles. The sketches could be anything between the family of birds nearby and the dandelions that tickled his ankles. That day was different from other days as minutes after he was absorbed into his work, he felt a light tap on his shoulder.

“Hi! Do you wanna come to play with me?”

Kazuha stared at Heizou for a few seconds before opening his mouth, in awe after seeing the boy up close for the first time. Normally, he would tell other classmates a simple “no” and turn away before they could try their other avenues of persuasion. But with the innocent smile mixed with the naivety in his voice, Kazuha couldn’t bring himself to pass on the same treatment. Instead, he only spoke in a way that encouraged the boy to interact further, peeking further into his personal bubble. For the first time, someone had seen his sketches and for the first time, he had heard praises he never knew he needed. It was not like his art was unique - that day only consisted of a few flowers - but Heizou seemed thrilled nonetheless.

Days went by with the same sequence of events, with Heizou becoming bolder and Kazuha’s defenses being broken down. They would talk about their day, and any interests, and it all came naturally. Kazuha absorbed all this information and would ponder over it through the remainder of his classes. Eventually, meetings over recess would branch out into other parts of the day and other students would instantly take notice. Everyone found it odd that such a silent kid would only start talking to someone after only them knowing for a few weeks.

What was so different about Heizou? Did his peers not deserve the same courtesy?

Not even a young Kazuha could answer that question.

“Does this make us best friends now?” Heizou asked, after dozens of meetups under that same tree.

“If that’s what you want.”

“Duh!”

2. The second time I fell

Years went by and their ages sprung into the double digits. The best friends moved from primary to secondary still attached at the hip, rarely being separated once during school hours. They did have their differences - Heizou being the social butterfly and Kazuha still trapped in his personal nest - but neither fact drove the other person away.

One thing about Kazuha, though, is that he could be secretive at times. Heizou could sense something was off but would be blocked off when he was close to uncovering the truth. So when sensed this secrecy weeks before his 13th birthday, Heizou became concerned. The shy boy would turn down their hangouts or would spend their break time in another room. Maybe the act wasn’t intentional but it was certainly hurtful. Maybe it was a misinterpretation but what else could this avoidance entail?

Heizou would find out soon after when the day of his birthday party came. Kazuha was one of the first people there but as dozens piled into the event, he suddenly felt out of place. Everyone else was social, loud-spoken, and interacted with Heizou in a way that he never could. No matter how many times he was reassured, he could never peel off the feeling that he was an annoyance - that he would never be good enough. Especially when the time for the gift unwrapping, there would be expensive trinkets and foreign novelties that would make Heizou immediately light up in the way he thought only he could do. That made him clutch the flimsy gift behind his back tighter, watching with a heavy heart how Heizou treated everyone else.

But Heizou was observant - too much so. Even when Kazuha assumed his smile was bright enough to mask his shame, he could see through the facade in a heartbeat. He waited for everyone else to be distracted and invited him to his bedroom, opening the door to a discussion they had been avoiding for a while. They laughed about it, teared up, and made promises that night that would continue years down the line. It all ended with Heizou finally pointing out the small paper behind his back, snatching it away before Kazuha could hide it once more.

“You… You made this?” Heizou said in awe as he stared at the unfolded paper, being greeted by an almost accurate sketch of himself. Every feature on his face was drawn with a nearly impossible amount of detail that made his jaw drop entirely.

“I’ve been working on it for nearly a month… I was hoping you would like it but…”

“Why wouldn’t I like this? It’s perfect!” Heizou exclaimed.

“Because I… what if it’s not good enough?” Kazuha told him with a quiver in his voice. “You have such amazing friends who bring you such lavish gifts and I… I’m so plain. What if I was a disappointment to you?”

“We’ve just been over this, haven’t we? You will never be a letdown for me. I could have a billion friends in a room and you would still be the person I look at first. You always have my attention because you’ve always been so special to me. I don’t need you to be loud or lively - I just need you to be yourself. You’re my only best friend - they are nowhere compared to you, alright?”

“Alright,” Kazuha smiled when processed his words, the corners of his lips upturning further when he was brought into a warm embrace.

“Thank you for telling me. Remember, you should never be afraid to speak to me. No matter what I’m doing, you’ll always be my main priority.”

And that was the first time Kazuha felt that stronger feeling in his chest, like a tightening around his heart. It was similar to the time when they first met but more noticeable. Maybe it was because he was older and had a better idea of what these emotions meant. Regardless, he still held onto them for years to come.

3. The third time he fell

Still wrapped around each other’s fingers, they made it to high school side by side. Heizou’s old friends have moved on and while he did make new ones, everyone knew that Kazuha was his “number one”. They would stay over at each other’s homes more often to do assignments or revise before an exam, even always picking each other for paired projects to have more excuses to spend time together.

Just like today, with a calculus exam being the following day, the best friends met up for a study session. They were home alone for a few hours as Kazuha’s parents were out for the evening, which was probably a bad idea since that led to them making excuses not to work. Kazuha was always the more studious one while Heizou would have lower grades if it were not for him. Regardless, that didn’t mean his laziness never rubbed off on the scholarly teen.

“I want to take part in something like that one day,” Heizou said as he stared more at the television screen than his textbook, watching a popular crime show. “Like, imagine being able to connect all the dots to a murder and the satisfaction of catching the culprit? That’s so much more intriguing than useless calculus.”

“Well, this useless calculus is gonna cause you not to graduate if you don’t study,” Kazuha warned him lightheartedly, unable to hold back his smile while seeing the other teen gush over shows like these.

Before recently, Heizou had found it difficult to know what he wanted to pursue in life. Sure, he had plenty of hobbies but they were not his calling in life. While Kazuha was already searching through popular art schools, he would just watch him cluelessly. But after discovering his interest in true crime and police investigations, he all of sudden could view himself in the role of one of the investigators. He would even pause the show to see if he could guess the perpetrator before it was revealed, one-sidedly discussing it with Kazuha. 9 times out of 10, he was correct and that only fueled his fascination.

“You know, if you want to pursue this line of work, you could,” Kazuha told him. “You would make a great detective or criminal investigator.”

“Really? You think so?” Heizou turned to him with his eyes comically wide, almost making the other man coo to him.

“Of course, no one understands crime better than you and you certainly have the charisma for it.”

“True. All they have to do is look at my gorgeous face and they’ll want to confess everything to me,” Heizou smirked, flipping his short ponytail.

“And that’s why I can’t keep secrets from you anymore,” Kazuha winked at him, satisfied by the flustered stutter that followed.

“I-I’ll try to look into it,” Heizou concluded. “I’m still unsure.”

This conversation led to weeks of Heizou telling Kazuha an overwhelming amount of true crime cases, fanboying over well-known true crime investigators, and researching what he needed to do to be in the field. Needless to say, he was completely hooked. The third time Kazuha fell was seeing the twinkle in his best friend’s eyes as he planned out the rest of his life. Every time Heizou smiled, he would smile even brighter, and he never wanted that smile to fade.

4. The fourth time fell

Even though they fought hard to remain attached, life had different plans for them. Kazuha would be accepted into a university hours away, leaving them having to accept that they would not each other every day - maybe even for weeks at a time. But thankfully, they had the whole summer to spend with one another and they would use those few months to their fullest.

The day before their graduation, the passionate pair spent hours reminiscing over their past few years while adding more promises for the summer and beyond. The movie they had been watching had become background noise as they kept their focus on each other. Nearly midnight with the lights off, a blanket surrounding each other as they held another close, and their laughter as infectious as ever. The mood change was obvious as neither could keep their hands off the other and their bodies had no space in between. Kazuha could sense it and he felt what was coming, only if Heizou could sense it too.

“I’ll visit you at least once a month,” Heizou promised, leaning his head on his best friend’s shoulder. “And I’ll call you almost every day.”

“You don’t have to…,” Kazuha chuckled. “You have to focus on your studies and driving 3 hours isn’t easy.”

“That doesn’t matter, I refuse to wait months to see you in person. Not when… we’ve gotten so clingy.”

“And who’s fault is that?”

“We have to share the responsibility, we’re both too irresistible.”

Kazuha silently agreed, continuing to listen to Heizou speak whatever was on his mind. That feeling came rushing into his chest again and became unbearable. He was no longer a naive kid who couldn’t recognize his emotions or a young teenager who would avoid them. He was an adult now and knew exactly what his heart was telling him. He no longer wanted to keep these emotions a secret - not when the timing was too perfect.

The next few minutes were blurry due to his anxiety and the irrepressible onslaught of once-hidden yet intimate thoughts. Heizou must have been able to read his mind as the moment they locked eyes, he made the first move. Eyes closed, lips moving languidly and with inexperienced intensity, and restless hands that refused to settle. Kazuha could remember the kiss was messy - being the first time for them both - and yet they never poked fun at it after the fact. The voices from the television screen were no match for the drumming of the two antsy heartbeats, eventually blending into one boisterous rhythm.

One kiss led to hundreds more - but none were as memorable as the first time Kazuha finally acknowledged the fourth time he fell.

5. The fifth time I fell

Even as he grew up, Kazuha’s habit of self-comparison had barely died down. Watching his peers surpass him at artistic skills or pick up techniques quicker was always a letdown for him. There were times when he would sit in his dorm after classes, trying to wipe away tears that were threatening to drizzle out of his eyes. He felt stupid for worrying over such trivial things but yet here was for the fourth time this month, refusing to get out of bed as drowned in his darkest thoughts.

But even in his depressive episode, one person could always carry him out.

“Did you miss me?” Heizou grinned as he stood at the door before his dorm space, carrying many treats in his hands.

Kazuha could never figure out how it was possible for one person to unintentionally make his rough day enjoyable. Even today, he went from refusing to get up from under his covers to sitting over the top of them while eating homemade cookies with his boyfriend.

That was another thing - *boyfriend*. Keeping a long-distance relationship was a challenge at the same time but they had no regrets, even being two years in. They could easily spend hours calling without getting bored - from studying together to playing online games to just casually chatting. Kazuha’s emotions may be all over the place lately but he would always have nothing but appreciation for Heizou and his antics.

But one thing Kazuha forgot was how observant Heizou was and that once he noticed anything was wrong, he would never let it go.

“Come on, I know something’s wrong,” Heizou said as he delicately cupped his boyfriend's face, forcing him to look him in the eyes. “You’re so easy to read. You don’t have to keep hiding your problems from me. I’m here to listen.”

The words broke through several walls he had built up for years now. He couldn’t speak as every time he try to, his words would be halted by sniffles and hiccups as he cried into his boyfriend’s shoulder. The emotions were high that day and Kazuha never felt more honest with himself than he had at that moment. After all the tears, his thoughts fell out of his mouth with ease and were even incoherent at times. But Heizou never interrupted him, caressing his back and encouraging him to speak his mind.

These kinds of talks did not end after that day. Heizou would regularly check in on him and didn’t matter how long the calls would take. He was genuinely interested in his feelings and encouraged him to speak to counselors since he could only do so much. Kazuha could hardly pinpoint the exact time he fell for the fifth time but it was sometime between all of the late-night encouragements and sweet words Heizou would send him in the mornings.

From that day forward, Kazuha found it much harder to hide his thoughts from the skilled soon-to-be detective.

+ 1. Falling as one

“Keep your eyes closed.”

Kazuha was blindly led by Heizou holding his hands, leading him carefully to the “surprise.” They had just graduated from their respective universities and now had free time to spend with one another. They already moved into their first apartment a week ago and the relationship between them was as lively and loving as ever. Even today, they could finally get out of the city and take a trip to the countryside. Heizou’s sudden gift must have been grand as he had teased this trip for a month now.

“Okay, you can look now.”

When Kazuha was finally allowed to see, a gasp escaped his lips immediately. They were standing in the middle of a rustic space, surrounded by shelves filled with art supplies and decorated with hanging plants. Empty canvases on easels, several drawing stations, and walls decorated with past art pieces. It was somewhat cluttered but still perfectly organized in its own way, making Kazuha’s heart soar with every intimate artful detail that was placed.

“Heizou, is this…?”

“An art studio? Mhm,” Heizou nodded, chuckling at his boyfriend’s wandering eyes. “I’ve been looking since the start of the year and when I found this place, I knew it was perfect. So, I set everything up while you were busy with finals.”

“But, that must be so much effort.” Kazuha frowned.

“Quite a lot. I wanted the studio to be near nature since you like sketching that so much. And bringing some of your artworks here without you noticing was a challenge but considering how happy you are, I’d say it was worth it.”

“Heizou-“

“Oh, and this place also works as a house so you can always rest overnight or we can stay here for a weekend.”

“Hei-“

“I know this place is kinda messy and there’s definitely a lot of supplies missing but-“

The rambling came to end after a set of lips pressed against his own, immediately forgetting what he was talking about. The kiss went on for longer than Kazuha had anticipated but he used this opportunity to pour all his adoration and infatuation into it.

“Thank you, you don’t know how much this means to me,” Kazuha expressed after they separated. “I love you.”

“I love you too.”

The remaining hours of the day were incomprehensible after this. The couple wasted no time in organizing the rest of the house and making note of anything they felt was needed. Kazuha immediately started to get accustomed to the new art materials, with Heizou snapping photos he could look back on for years to come. But there was one photo that stood out from all the rest - the golden evening sky shining through the window and right over his lover, along with his precious smile and keen eyes.

Kazuha would learn later that that was the moment Heizou had fallen the hardest that he ever had. His chest was tighter than ever and the wide grin on his face made the corners of his lips sore.

14 years ago, they were clueless about what it meant to fall.

9 years ago, they had the basic definition.

7 years ago, they began to slip.

And now, they had fallen in way too deep.

[cafeacademia]

𝐀𝐮𝐭𝐮𝐦𝐧𝐚𝐥 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐧! 𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐭𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐨𝐰 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐮𝐭

There is a big list of prompts below for fluff, angst & hurt/comfort and smut (18+ if you request smut) BUT feel free to also send in your own ideas/prompts and mix and match my prompts with your own. These are all Autumn/cosy themed - even if the prompt itself is not inherently Autumnal, the theme of the fic will be!

My requests are open for: (if any of these are crossed out, it's because I have a lot of requests for them)

Spencer Reid

Derek Morgan

Bucky Barnes

Matt Murdock

Pietro Maximoff

Marc & Steven

You can send up to 3 prompts per request from any category. Feel free to send several requests if you like, just maybe don’t send me a feck load all at once lmao. Make sure you send the prompts or the numbers and let me know which section it was from as well as the character you want to request it for.

If you want to add in or send your own ideas and prompts, I’m open to most things, but my main boundary is writing about motherhood/childbirth/breeding kink etc. I’m also open to mildly dark fics (by mildly dark, I mean things like consensual non consent, maybe a little bit of dubcon, naive!Reader etc, but I will never write it so that it’s super dark)

Fluff Prompts

Playing in the leaves together

Going for a walk/hike to see the changing of the leaves

Always seeing each other from the window and finally interacting one day

Spending a gloomy autumn afternoon in the back of the library/bookshop together

Working in a bookshop and finally approaching your regular customer after he comes in so often

You always bump into your neighbour on the rooftop or on the fire escape and this time you finally stop to talk

Reading dark academia/spooky books together

You go to a halloween party together and he’s super impressed by your outfit/costume

You’ve been penpals for ages, but you’ve never met in person until a stormy autumnal afternoon

You knit a scarf or jumper for him and he LOVES it

Decorating the house/apartment for autumn

Having hot coffee in a quiet cafe and playing chess or reading together

Going to a museum together

Making him a book nook for his bookshelf as a gift

Trying to help him explore fiction more by giving him your recommendations through little secret notes and he has to work out who his secret book recommender is

Baking pie or cakes together

Having a secret friendship/relationship and meeting somewhere obscure

Passing notes in university lectures and getting to know each other only through the notes because you’re too shy to approach him outside of class

Museum curator!Reader/Character gives the other a tour of the secret parts of the museum at night

Artist!Character asks to draw/paint you as part of a project

They discover your writing/drawings/poetry about them after you lose them

You go out to an orchard or pumpkin patch together

Angst & Hurt/Comfort Prompts:

You get stood up and he makes your night better

Too afraid of horror movies to watch them but too timid to tell people about that and him being the first or only one to realise

You go to a haunted house and you’re genuinely terrified

Scary biker!neighbour!character intimidates you to the point that you are terrified of him, but he’s actually very sweet and he almost has to corner you to show you that he’s a sweetheart and not going to hurt you

He takes his frustration out on you but is quick to patch things back up

He pushes you away when he’s afraid of you getting too close and getting hurt by what he does

Soulmate au - he tries to make you think that your soulmate is someone completely different because he’s afraid of you getting too close to him romantically and getting hurt

Someone won’t leave you alone and he’s about to step in but you kick ass before he can even open his mouth - maybe he falls a little bit more in love with you after that

He does something to scare you by accident - he didn’t want you to see that side of him

The guy that always intimidates you comes to you for help when he needs patching up/a place to stay and be safe for a couple of days and you realise he’s really not that scary at all

You reach for his hand when you’re scared/upset and he tries your best to comfort you

You tell him your trauma/about something that really hurt or scared you

He protects you when you’re walking home and someone approaches you

He intimidates you, but when you need him you approach him scared to ask for him help

Someone (another character/ex/etc) says something to hurt your feelings and he stands up for you

(18+) you try something new in the bedroom and you end up needing to use your safeword, character comforts you

Reassuring you that you will always be safe with him and he will never let anything happen to you after something happens to scare you - or you talk about a traumatic event to him

You overhear him talking about someone and misunderstand - you think he’s complaining about you, but he’s not. He finds out later and comforts you.

Smut Prompts:

Sex outside but sheltered while there’s a storm overhead

He pleasures you or you pleasure him while the other reads their book aloud as a challenge

Sex in front of the fireplace

God/Demon AU and he fucks you in his temple on Halloween

He gets turned on by you wearing a Halloween costume that is more like lingerie than a party outfit

Fucking in the office late at night

He takes you somewhere semi public or completely public during a mission/case

You try BDSM for the first time

Kink exploration! (send one you want to see - the only thing I won’t write is breeding kink)

There was some intense aphrodisiac in that Halloween hot chocolate you both just drank and oh no… you just so happen to be alone in a room with your crush

A little fun at a Halloween party

He sees how many orgasms he can give you to distract you from the scary horror movie on the tv

He sneaks in at night to see you get cock deep in you- could be a brother’s best friend scenario? Whatever you want idk

He’s a sex demon and he comes to you in the middle of the night (innocence kink??)

YOU’RE a sex demon and steal his soul while you let him fuck you breathless

Library/bookshop sex

Sex pollen

[purplelurkinghini]

TFW the host doesn't have a dog for you to socialize with, so you end up petting the other wallflower at the party

Yeah, so this is what happens when you don't get it* out of your system while you're still a teenager.

*cringeworthy self-insert fan content

[ficsnroses]

❆ —𝑻𝒐𝒚. 𝑱𝒐𝒉𝒏 𝑾𝒊𝒄𝒌 𝒙 𝑹𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓.

— 𝑯𝒐𝒍𝒊𝒅𝒂𝒚 𝑷𝒓𝒐𝒎𝒑𝒕𝒔 (𝑫𝒂𝒚 𝑭𝒊𝒗𝒆) —

prompt: you didn’t know it then. that you’d become his favourite toy.

summary: your new neighbour john is quiet, kind, and very handsome. you two hit it off at a christmas party, but...you accidentally give him the wrong secret santa present. a sex toy, of all things. (4k words)

warnings: consensual sex. x f! reader.

notes: heywhoopwhoopskskdfkjl idek what i did here honestly pls enjoy!!!! (please leave comments and take the time to interact! its the only thing that drives me to keep sharing my writing with you.) 

Damn him for lighting a fire inside you, with just a few well-placed words.

…

It didn’t begin with easy smiles or a gentle bump into each other.

Him.

Your move to New York hadn’t been easy on you.

You only wanted to fit in with the neighbourhood. Get to know your mutuals, browse the town.

Mill Neck is quieter, and the people that surround it seem to be, too. There are little to no kids in this neighbourhood. Older people; cultured couples and sophisticated characters. Some your age, some older.

He, seems older too. Perhaps one…no. Two decades your senior, maybe.

The way his muscles ripple down his back say otherwise, nonetheless. He, looks not a day over 30.

You’ve seen him around. Mill Neck falls slightly on the outskirts of town.

Its not tough to graze a familiar face in public. You remember it fading into the grey of the cold, rainy day. Beige café walls and brown leather jacket hung on his shoulders. An Americano; triple shot, Sumatra grown.

Robust, daring.

He takes it black, if you recall correctly.

Bold. Quiet, yet so loud it cuts right through you. A man of statement; undaunted. Straight through your chest, twisting something inside you far too close to the shell of your heart.

It didn’t begin with easy smiles or gentle bumps into each other.

A secret Santa exchange with the neighbourhood was quite possibly the most vanilla thing you’d heard of at the ripe age of your 20s. It’s the perfect gateway to seamlessly melt into the social circles, carve out a place for yourself in this abode far too away from the familiar streets and corners of your hometown.

Be still your beating heart, indeed. Oh, what joy and what surprise.

You drew him.

You’re subtly surprised he had even taken part in the gift exchange. He’s quieter, mysterious, but that oh so sweet smile of his…based on his vibe you can feel little pulses of a yearn spring off him. You think you feel it in his aura, too. A yearn for something…more. Something real, something to feel.

As if he wants to feel deeper.

You’ve seen him working on his car. Polishing wheels, oiling engines. A Mustang 69— very classy, indeed.

You can’t tell if he wants to be noticed.

But notice him, you do. You always do.

You’ve seen him walk his dog, too. He resembles a silent hunter; always sure of his next move, well aware and observant, yet so nonchalant all at once. He’s like a quiet embrace of the dark, following in the shadows. And he wasn’t in the shadows tonight.

It didn’t begin with shy introductions and careful graze of each other’s hands.

It began with a simple smile across a well lit room, pulsing with the life of a party. Merry and bright, muffled Christmas tunes and aged red wine. You stand alone at the open bar, a half empty glass of cabernet in your grip. You’re not quiet one for drinks, it almost felt merely like a prop in your hand to blend into the shadows. Pencil black heels below and a short, long sleeved black dress.

You’re not one to draw much attention to yourself, subtle and dewy with your makeup. A few guys had taken a second look your way, however.

You only looked at him.

And he, looked at you too. On the other side of the room, something amber swilling in his short glass. Whiskey…Scotch…Bourbon, perhaps?

He looks unfairly handsome tonight.

He has no business looking this good at a neighbourhood Christmas party, of all places.

A cable stitch sweater and dark jeans. It fits him in all the right places, titan shoulders and rippling biceps toned to perfection. They bulge when he lifts his arm to take a sip of his drink, and something about the way his lengthy, dark brown hair brushes lovingly along the sides of face causes a pulse of ache inside you…a longing so deep to hear the voice that pairs with the delicacy that is him.

He surely must be taken. What fool could pass on h i m?

You’ve never seem him with a woman, though.

What if he doesn’t like girls?

Ouch.

His eyes find you from across the room and he smiles.

He notices you, too.

A pause.

Then, a shaky breath that only you feel bubbling inside. A few small steps, and the marble below your heels clicks with each small pace. You cut across the distance easily, Red in hand and a smile you wear proudly; you hope he doesn’t notice the way you crumble, just a little bit as he watches you, rising off his seat on a high stool.

“Hi, John.” Was your smiling greet, and you clutch the seam of your purse diligently when he moves in close to you— close, but friendly close. The type of close that sends a warmth shooting down your spine and the feeling of good simmering in your veins.

His voice is rich, deep with a subtle gavel and you find yourself unravel within it as it melts against the shell of your ear. He draws in proximate; a small, friendly kiss to the side of your cheek and a loose one arm hug, with his spare that lacks hold of a drink. “Hey, Y/N.”

He knows your name.

“You look beautiful, sweetheart.”

Word gets around Mill Neck. Surely he’d noticed you, too, when you’d moved here. Asked around, inquired of the new girl with dewy skin and a smile that could bring the sun itself to it’s knees.

The warmth of his body leaves you cold when he pulls his light embrace away, and you swear you feel a simmering fire left in the wake of his friendly kiss. “Thank you.” was your smiling return.

John is a gentleman, you expected a greeting of no less.

You didn’t however, expect to miss him this quick, even if your conversation had not yet even begun.

Your voice is silky, smooth and full of comfort as it slips through his ears. He ushers for you to take seat beside him, confident and inviting in his demeanour. He is charming. “I don’t think we’ve formally met before this?” was his answering chuckle, and you admire the way his dark brown eyes sink into you so warmly. He offers his hand, and you feel a zing of surprise erupt inside you to the larger hand that holds out for yours. It’s big, warm, and slightly callous. You see a few blue veins protrude to his palm, and the girth of his fingers should not have you quietly ruin the way it does. “Jonathan Wick. But I go by John.”

Jonathan. It suits him.

John looks good on him.

“(y/n) (y/l/n).” was your kind return, and the way your hand feels so insignificantly small in his unyielding grip makes your heart flutter with ease.

He sits there with you in low light. Messy, long brown hair and ardent brown eyes.

Handsome.

Breathtaking, even.

A slight twitch of his lips, and a warm smile that creeps over each inch of your skin. “Nice to meet you, Y/N.”

A pause.

The quiet ring of merry tunes brewing off the stereo, muffled by the sound of glasses clinking and people mingling.

He seems to drink you in carefully, and you both smile tenderly each other’s way. There’s a brief pause of silence, and you two stare at each other as time moves around you. Not speaking, not moving. Simply sipping each other in.

You weren’t sure how long you two stared.

But you were, the first to look away. Suddenly feeling exposed under the weight of his sincere gaze. As if eyes as perfect as his deserved to look at nothing less than gold, and you were not that.

Clearing your throat audibly, you place your glass down, a gentle giggle as you draw open your small side purse. With a twitch of nimble fingers and an easy pull, you reveal a beautifully wrapped, small box.

The gift is trivial, perfectly wrapped in white gift wrap with jute twine and a vibrant red bow.

Your voice is oh so sweet, and he savours the sound of it here and now, knowing well that it wasn’t one he could hear often after tonight. “Merry Christmas.” you offer amiably, extending the gift his way. “I was puzzled on what to get when I drew your name. But I hope you like it!” you allow gingerly, watching the way a pleasant smile curls delicately upwards on his lips. “I’m sure it’s not something you need, but I think it could come in handy.” you tell keenly and he graciously accepts.

You were talking about cologne. You bought him a very nice cologne.

Cologne, cologne, cologne.

   Cologne, that now you know, would never see the light of day.

His answering chuckle is rich in it’s build, like a cup of hot cocoa that warms you to the bone.

And suddenly, you’re painfully aware of how handsome his perfectly aligned, groomed beard looks on his face.

“Thank you.” he allows, sincerely. “I’m sure it’s wonderful.” There’s a flicker of something in his expression before he cups the side of his glass, securing it in his grip. “So,” his lips part to speak, and you almost shiver when he asks warmly about you. “What brought you to New York?”

It’s startling. How smooth and focused John’s speech is. How words seem to simply roll off his tongue like scoops of rolled gelato.

There’s something about the way he speaks, the way he listens so indulgently. It feels as if being pushed head first into the deep blue ocean and drowning down, willingly.

You talk for the rest of the evening.

You talk for what feels like hours.

You didn’t know it then, but that evening, something buried deep inside him had scratched its way to the surface. For the very first time in a long, long time.

Your best friend finds you the next day.

Woes on her tongue, a vacant dull in her soul.

She’d told you about her husband who had been away for work for far too long now. A month or two pass, she sips wine alone on weekday nights, dressed in silk for no one but herself.

The idea struck you with a mischievous smiles bloom and a curl of your lips upward. Had someone seen your browse history, they’d surely consider you a sex-starved siren.

A couple hours of cruising behind, and you’d finally found it.

The perfect vibrator for your unfulfilled friend.

A perfect little Christmas present, surely a joke that would erupt electrifying laughs and remembrance for years to come.

The gift is small, perfectly wrapped in white gift wrap with jute twine and a vibrant red bow.

You place it in her hands, and she regards it silently. A flicker of confusion in her eyes, fingertips tracing over the light paper. You watch her critically, a roll of eyes and easy smile curling within seconds. Your expression twists in annoyance and you usher it closer. “Open it!” you urge, impatient, lip bitten with an excitement to her pose.

The anticipation washes over you so forcefully, it nearly crumbles your spine to dust. Her giggle finds you in an piqued frenzy, frail fingers unravelling the pretty rouge bow that sits to the crown of the gift. “Why are you making me open this so early? Christmas isn’t for another few days, babe.”

Your eyes narrow with a smirk and your neatly fold your arms around your chest, eyeing her slow working hands. “Ooooo trust me, you wanna open this now.” Was your chortle, voice low and startlingly dark with its give.

The sound of tearing paper almost soothes you, strangely. It reminds you of how espresso milk sounds when steamed at the local coffee shop, beige walls and quiet comfort on grey days. It reminds you of triple shot Americanos, and a brown leather jacket you only wish you could crumble beneath. It reminds you of…

John—

It’s a sound you won’t forget.

It’s a sight you won’t forget.

The quiet thud of her nails against expensive cardboard. A cardboard box that smelled of cedar wood, bergamot and smoky sage.

Her tone was home to subtle irritation. The last of what you were expecting, but it was well due under the circumstance, nonetheless. “Are you trying to make me miss him more? You got me men’s fucking cologne for Christmas?”

And just like that, the world goes quiet.

There’s silence around, but a loudness inside you. A bang that dwells through you, a heavy drop so startling that for a second, it feels like someone has detached a limb so quickly that the pain had yet to register. But you know. And any second now, any second, any second….

The mortification slowly collects inside. Little by little, blazing through you as it forges a destructive path straight through each crevice inside. The heaviest perhaps, searing in your heart.

Oh,

Oh,

Oh my.

Fuck.

The realization sinks into you. Straight through your ribs, right to your heart. A blade turning inside. Sink. Twist. Twist. And twist.

You feel a searing heat crawl up your spine, to your nape and overwhelmed over your head. Straight to your head and it pierces there and it spins. As if the ground below has tilted off it’s axis.

Her voice had barely registered in your ears. You remember it, though. Drowning in and out, her voice of pry. “Y/N?’” Heavy. “Y/N.” Pounding. “What happened?” Dull.

Fuck.

It was a dangerous play to wrap both boxes, both small, similarly sized boxes in duplicate wrapping.

You don’t remember if an answering phase parted your lips.

You only remember the sear.

The build of a gaping hole inside that seemed to burn through your very chest, and the sound of jingling keys. The sound of keys and a quick pace out the door, your light winter coat barely shrugged on with the trivial weight of that darn cologne in your hand as you made pace to John’s home.

How do you tell your unfairly handsome, kind, stupidly charming neighbour that you didn’t intend to give him a vibrator for Christmas?

You find yourself at his doorstep not long thereafter.

Hands in his dark jean pockets, a fitted white Henley dressed deliciously to his frame. Your words almost die in your throat when you see him. The thin cotton melts along his skin, moulding perfectly to all his flawless dips and toned muscles.

His brown eyes are as warm as the very earth that surrounds.

And you feel a dread so suffocating, you want to run and never look back.

He observes you with an unnerving stare and maybe, just maybe—his eyes are…darker than you previously thought?

He smiles for you, and you feel the very breath in your lungs halt with a hitch. You get lost in those eyes for a moment and just stare. Only until you realize suddenly that he’s still waiting for you to speak.

A shy, unnerved croak. You cannot even lock eyes with him.

“Hi…” a pause. Then, a low, slow pour of following syllables. “This is…embarrassing.” There’s an edge to your tone, and you feel yourself burn with each wearily strung word.

Surrounded in winter cold, you burn. “I wrapped two gifts very similarly…” nervously, you hold to him the cologne. “What you got was not intended for you.”

He only allows a rich chuckle, and it soothes you to the bone. Its reassuring, one you savour as it flows through the winter chill.

His eyes spark with mirth, lips curling upwards and stocky fingers trail through his own messily strewn, mocha hair and he gestures you in with a quiet smile. That same kindness, that special warmth and genuine charm he holds dearly.

Which in hindsight, is the only thing that kept you from leaving right then and there.

You never thought you’d end up there.

You never—

Many people need someone.

Many people have a fuck buddy, too.  

You never thought. That yours, would become the merciless John Wick.

You don’t remember the remainder of that night all too well. Just his answering smile, sharp as a knife. His beautiful eyes burning with need, with want. He’d bared it to you so plainly that it left you breathless. Never forced, never asked. Simply allowed the thought to creep into your mind, too.

Desire coated both your words.

You never thought you’d spend the night there. With him. And that damn vibrator—, curled in his grip as he held it to the pearl of your clit,

His cock buried inside as he worked in sync with the god damn toy.

You don’t remember who made the first move. You only remember the feeling of him.

His sweet lips on yours as you moaned into the kiss, his curious hands traversed over each inch of your body hurriedly, as if he had been trying to map every inch of you as quickly as he could. You remember his heavy stubble scratching against your jaw, glossed over your neck and his nose pressing your pulse as he kisses down the sensitive skin.

You remember the tremble of your fingers as they tightened in his hair, tugging the deliciously silky locks as you pulled him closer.

This darkness is familiar now.

longingly familiar, even.

From darkness comes the presence that is becoming achingly familiar.

The pleasure that is becoming painfully necessary.

In the dark is where John fucks you. raw, tight; forgiving, quiet darkness.

Sometimes in the darkness, it feels like you aren’t even you anymore. He isn’t him, and you are not the two strangers who shyly hit it off at a boring Christmas party only so little time ago.

In the dark you’re only two bare souls. Aching desperately, selfishly for each other. Devouring more and more and more. Chipping away at each other piece by piece. Indulgently, greedily.

He’s catalogued every inch of you—each pleasure point, each curve, each dip.

John invites you over often. And sometimes, you still don’t quite even understand why you go every.single.time. Without thought, without reason. The husk of your limbs simply moves, he seems to conjure you up with a single sinful thought.

     Oh how you love to be Mr. Wick’s sinful little secret.

You’re certain neighbouring faces have seen you slip into John’s home on late nights and far too early mornings.

You think one of them might have seen you and John at the supermarket, too. Not with fresh produce or charismatic coffee origins in your hand, however.

—but with a Morning-After pill quietly tucked away in your grip, and John’s hand comforted to the small of your back intermittently.

He paid for it, too. And, treated you to brunch after; an expensive bottle of red shared between you.

Mr. Wick has a taste for splurge. And, he certainly doesn’t skimp when it comes to you. John buys you gifts often. Gifts he delicately peels off you not long after you wear them for his eyes to see; pry as his hands indulge over each curve and dip of your exquisite body.

He has shown you exactly how he likes it. He has taught you many things.

Mr. Wick, is your favourite teacher.

“Deeper, sweetheart.” His rich voice illuminates the hot air around, punctuated by your choked gags and littered, breathy exhales. “I know you can fit all of it.”

His hand is curled in your fluttered locks, messily strewn with burning tears singing the corners of your eyelids. The hardwood floor digs into your knees below, and the weight of his heavy cock hitting the back of your throat causes a gravelly moan to brew in his throat.

His cock leaves you breathless, no matter which part of you it was slid inside.

You feel him bulging inside your throat, big warm and beautiful; and you feel every fucking inch of him along your tongue, swollen in your significantly smaller mouth that has been trained to accommodate him. You feel each familiar vein, each familiar curve of his shaft along your tongue.

“My pretty little girl.” was his tender whisper against the warm skin of your forehead, and his hand fondled to the swell of your naked breasts on display for him. “Beautiful with my cock in that pretty little mouth.”

His praise makes your breath hitch. And you seem to crumble, when his lips indulge in yours, not long after.

John has taught you exactly how he likes it; exactly how he wants you on him.

With the hardwood burning on your knees, you feel the ache of him between your legs, too, from the night prior. John had been leaving a never ending ache inside you for countless nights a week now. Delicious burns and delicious aches that remind you of him even when he wasn’t around.

You are burning, and there is no relief. Not for a long time.

Not until he finally fucks you like you crave him to; raw, hard, and

heavy.

—

The neighbourhood held a New Years Eve party later in the month.

Neither of you went.

He was, however, your New Years kiss. You rung in the new year with him buried between the sheets, his manhood curled between your legs and his robust hips snapping in and out of you like a fucking dream.

Tight. Sloppy. Loud.

Warm and wet.

His girth is one like no other, and you make him ruin with the way your tight pussy has learned to cocoon him so well. He’d bound your hands to the bedframe above with one of his lavish silk ties that night, and part of you curses to no one but yourself under the rugged mutter of your breath as he drills into you from above.

Had the binding not restricted your free hands from roaming, you’d surely have clawed your way through the rosy flesh on his skin by now. Through breathy grunts and savouring praises, you unravel under him piece by piece as he pounds into you, with a hasty demand for your cunt. Your feeble legs curl around his waist in attempt to draw him closer, and the way he leaves a wetness sprawled to the inners of your thighs makes you whine for him even more, skin glistening under muted bedroom light.

John Wick likes it pornographic.

A string of needy moans slip pasts your lips unwarranted, and you find yourself whimpering; breath stifling with each thrust he rams into you. The chase for relief is strong, and you feel him pounding your pussy sore with each passing second, your own relief building, bubbling inside your mid.

Its in that very moment that you realize the dire truth. An epiphany; a wicked, sinful, immoral one at that.

You wouldn’t care if he ruined you right then and there.

Left you a jumbled mess of limbs.

       He is the type of ruin you’d never mind.

With your hands tied and his shaft savouring the petals of your cunt, you realize your urge to simply allow your arms to crumble around his neck. To hold him, to feel his skin sticking to yours and the pulse of his heartbeat against your skin.

Mr. Wick is warm, and you want more of it.

More and more and more, of him.

Under his touch, you shiver. You shudder, you moan, and you ruin.

He feels warm. Beautiful, and so triumphantly alive when he’s in your arms. It wasn’t often, yet sometimes, as he’s expertly working your body with his thrusts controlled and rough, you find yourself cupping his cheeks with a deep stare into those now familiar brown eyes.

And they make you sigh.

The violent measure of his movements is slow yet so powerful; the sound of skin slapping against skin is one that brings a searing comfort nowadays. Bed frames creak, and his hands plant firmly to the swell of your hips as he makes you his own for the night, your breasts recklessly bouncing to the steady roll he’s conjured up.

The pleasure he gives is always hypnotizing; sickening, heaven and it feels as if he’s poured gasoline all over your body and lit a match.

The wicked smell of sex seems to cloud around you effortlessly, and you feel him in the deepest points of you. A rigid jaw, and grit of his teeth. The feel of his hot breath sizzling in the nape of your neck, and his heavy balls slapping against your sore pussy as if a prayer. “Say it loud, baby. Let everyone know who’s fucking you good.”

His name is one that has begun to roll off your tongue without conscious thought. It is simply a desperate cry, a plead for him to never make another woman his if it wasn’t you.

Your body is his now.

You’ve tattooed him over each inch of it.

John, John, John—

You know you shouldn’t. You shouldn’t. 

He is your secret, and you are his. He needs you, and you need him. Once upon a time, you locked eyes with a beautiful stranger in the midst of a dull Christmas party. Sex was never supposed to become part of it. 

But it did. 

And you can’t stop.

Not when he feels this good. Not when fucks you like he’s dreamt of you and only you for a million years. Not when he touches you—as if you are the only thing worth touching in the entire universe.

You didn’t know it then.

That you’d become John Wick’s favourite toy.

     You’re simply burning, and there is no relief.

     Not for a long time.

Damn him for lighting a fire inside you, with just a few well-placed words.

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howdy party people, guess who got into genshin impact? its me. good news, hot people. bad news, subjecting all of you to ramblings about said hot people.

i am so salty over not being able to pull thoma during the yae miko banner so here i am thinking about fictional people as a sad coping mechanism. anyways, thanks for coming to my ted talk

not proof read brain go brr i will fix in the morning when braincells decide to function again and maybe went a lil overboard with diluc 🙃

genshin characters (kaeya, lisa, and diluc) when they see you napping

kaeya

draws weird shit on your face with a permanent black marker 

kidding lol

you just came back from doing multiple commissions and helping out the acting grand master with a horrendous amount of paper work

working since six am till about one in the afternoon, lisa forced asked you and jean to take a break

she took jean to the angel’s share tavern and promised to bring you lunch from good hunter’s. you went to an empty unused room in the knight’s headquarters to take a short break 

you pulled out a book lisa had lent you and went to an unoccupied couch in the room. located next to the window, you could feel the sunshine on your skin and see the clear skies out 

flipping through pages of your book, the warm sensation on your skin along with the minimal hours of sleep you got the night before had pulled you into a much needed nap. feeling your eyelids getting heavy and your breathing slowing down, you feel yourself succumbing to an afternoon nap

your normal aware and alert state that being an adventurer has refined over the years has left you vulnerable as you continue to doze off. kaeya considered himself lucky when he accidentally came into this room looking for jean

your relationship with kaeya was a bit odd, not gonna lie. you thought he was nothing more than a big alcoholic flirt who wanted nothing more than to inconvenience you. kaeya thought you were way too uptight for your young age and wanted to somehow crack the serious front that you put on (he knows that there is a nicer side to you, he has seen you interact with kids. the serious mannerisms falls and all that’s left is a kind and playful young soul)

luckily kaeya didn’t wake you up, he always thought you were kinda cute but with the way that the sun hits your face, the way your hands carefully clutch your novel, and the particular way that your chest goes up and down... he could feel his chest just tighten up a little bit (not that he would ever admit that)

for once, kaeya decides to be a nice person and drapes his tacky fur coat over you. he notices part of your hair covering your face and moves his slender hands to brush it out of your face and behind your ear. “my, you are awfully cute when you’re not always overworking yourself.”

kaeya leaves a cup of ice water for you on a nearby table and a note for you for when you wake up. maybe he’s not too much of an inconvenience. you’ll thank him by buying him a couple of drinks at angel’s share next time you see him stumble in after your shift 

lisa

you were tasked with being lisa’s little library helper by the knights (something you personally didn’t mind, it was better than having to babysit kaeya at the tavern)

lisa needed help putting away recently returned books while she ran some errands for the acting grand master

she gave you a list of the books that have been returned and where they needed to go. she apologies for leaving the work for you and promises that she’ll make the two of you some tea when she returns

you tell her to not worry about it since it’s the reason why you are here helping her in the first place. “why, thank you cutie. i’ll be back right before you know it” you wouldn’t admit this to her, but every time she calls you “cutie”, you melt on the inside like a popsicle in summer heat

you wave goodbye to her as she leaves the library, trying to keep your flushed face out of lisa’s sight

you looked up to lisa, like a lot. the way she was able to handle the knights’ workload and to be able to maintain the library without breaking a sweat. the way that she effortlessly makes you feel giddy just from the way she talks to you. every hug that she gives you is like a slight squeeze to your heart

determined to make lisa’s workload easier, you get to work by sorting out the returned books by author’s last names alphabetically

hours go by before lisa returns to the library and you manage to go through 90% of the books and have tried putting them in the right spots

the only books that were remaining were books checked out from the restriction section. you’d have to ask lisa for help with those books

there was one book on the shelves that had caught your eye when you were working. taking it off the shelves, you go to a quieter area of the library to read your book. there was a rather big leather chair next to two potted plants 

cracking open the book, you begin to read the pages leisurely while waiting for lisa’s return so that she can help you with the rest of the books

you can feel your eyes droop and the somewhat shady area you were in made you want to sleep even more. you notice this and shake yourself awake. you had to stay up in case lisa returned.

well that was short lived because before you knew it, you were out. snoozing peacefully, you didn’t realize that lisa had returned by the opening of oak doors at the opening of the library

lisa kept calling out your name, tea and lunch hot in her hands. she wanted to take you to the benches located by the knight’s headquarter entrance to eat lunch

what she didn’t expect is to see you sleeping soundly with a novel in your hands. “how cute.” lisa thinks to herself as she sets down the food and drinks in her hands

she leaves for a brief moment to go to her desk. opening the drawer, she retrieves a soft grey blanket and heads back to your sleeping form

she drapes the blanket over you and takes the book from your hands and sets it on a table next to the chair

lisa pats the top of your head and tucks you in, doing her best to not wake you up. “we can have lunch as soon as you wake up cutie.” 

diluc

you and diluc were good friends (well at least you thought you were good friends, didn’t want to ask him though in case y’all weren’t friends lol) who occasionally helped you out with your commissions. in return, you would help out in the angel’s share in place for charles (for emergencies or just to give the poor man a break from all the drunks)

you had learned all the bartending ways from your grandmother and grandfather. you don’t consider yourself a very very good bartender, but good enough to keep customers happy

 you weren’t one to keep up with all the various holidays that the city of mondstat celebrated, but you kept track of holidays in case the angel’s share needed an extra set of hands during busy days 

diluc would normally be the one to approach you when they needed help (he knew where to find you anyways)

today’s commissions seem to be piling on more and more for some reason. many adventurers took off for a holiday, but it had slipped your mind

thinking that today was like any other normal day, you tried to finish as many commissions as possible. hilichurls, finding lost animals, delivering packages, and everything in between

by the time the evening arrived, you were beat. ecstatic to finally be able to go home, you head towards katheryne to claim the commission rewards for when you see diluc

“oh, good evening master diluc. didn’t expect to see you here this late.” waving at him, you flash him a tired smile

as you hand katheryne all the commissions that you’ve completed, diluc and you make casual conversation

“that reminds me, would you mind giving charles an extra hand tonight? it’s rather packed in the angel’s share and he could really use the extra help.” there goes your plans for resting tonight. you didn’t want to say no to diluc and you didn’t have plans anyways

“uh sure. let me finish a couple of tasks first and i’ll be there as soon as possible.” diluc nods and thanks you. “of course. don’t mention it”

you finish whatever tasks you had left as quickly as possible and head over to the angel’s share. when you came in, it really was packed to the brim with adventurers, citizens, and entertainers alike

you go behind the bar and greet charles as you get to work. tying a black apron around your waist, you put on a tired smile and start whipping drinks together

hours and hours pass but as the most people know, time flies fast when you’re working hard. you don’t notice your fatigue and the screams of your body telling you to rest

after the last drunk has been kicked out from the bar, the two of finally have a seat. a huge sigh of relief escapes your lips as you take a large sip of water

“thank you so much for your help tonight, (y/n). i really couldn’t have done it without you.” you brush off charles appreciation. “not a problem. it had slipped my mind that today was special. would have come in earlier had i remembered.” 

you don’t notice, but diluc slips into the enterance of the bar to help you and charles clean up after a chaotic night. you glance up from your seat to see him, all in his bartender fit glory (you think he looks like 10000 times better in this outfit but would never tell that to his face)

“nice to see you again master diluc.” he nods towards you. “likewise. how was tonight?” him and charles seem to be talking, but none of what they’re saying is processing through your head. feeling your head pound, you decide to put your head down on the table and close your eyes for a brief moment

as soon as your head is in your arms, you doze off. after the large amount of commissions and mixing drinks / tending to customers all night long, you hadn’t realized how exhausted you were

diluc noticed that you hadn’t given your input on anything for the past 10 minutes and turns his head in your direction. he notices the slow rise of of your chest 

diluc feels awful for making you work so late and hadn’t even realized the state you were in before asking you to help out at the share. normally he would have noticed your exhaustion, but being busy with preparations for a busy night he hadn’t taken it into consideration. he sighs and takes off his coat. diluc glances at the goosebumps on your skin and puts his warm jacket over you

he and charles clean up the bar while you nap peacefully. after the bar is clean, diluc sends charles home. by the looks of it, you’re gonna be out cold for the whole night. he lifts you up and takes you to an unoccupied couch

somehow, you don’t stir in your sleep at all. diluc gets a small pillow and puts your head on it, moving slow and carefully. 

while you are slumped over the couch, diluc uses his coat to cover you as a blanket. there's enough space on the couch for diluc to take a seat next to you

before you know it, he's fast asleep next to you. another idiot prone to overworking himself to exhaustion

[snailsgoingdowntown]

Anyway I'm going to talk about yandere! Bully xiao now ❤

Going by American school system for now, I'll probably look up the Chinese school system later since Liyue is based on China. But teyvat is it's own thing technically speaking... I'll decide later, drinking (depending where you live it can be underaged drinking. In the US you have to be 21 but ik some places have a younger age).

Originally this was an idea that I had for my oc who I ship with him... But I might draw that later who knows.

Anyway.

Tw: afab/female reader, bullying, general yandere themes, name calling, drinking (depending where you live it's either legal or illegal), sexual harassment, sexual assault, non-con, past vaginal sex, stalking, toxic relationship, unhealthy mindset, obsessive behavior, toxic behavior.

Minors and ageless blogs dni.

Nsfw under cut.

Edit: Disclaimer I forgot to put ahaha-:

I do NOT condone any of the actions or behaviors that take place in this piece of fiction. None of this should be considered romantic or normal as it is extremely toxic and dangerous.

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Yandere bully xiao who actually always had a crush on you since grade/elementary school. But too shy to actually talk to you, too shy to even make eye contact which is why when he ends up glaring at you when you tried to befriend him at age 8, you thought he hated you.

And so you tried to avoid him throughout the years. Tried to stay out of his line of sight because it always looks like he's glaring at you. And back then, you could never find it in yourself to hate the guy, since he was always just... There. Never actually did anything to you.

Until middle school.

That's when he tried to confess, really, he wanted to be nice but instead he said awful things to you. Made you cry by accident. You even yelld out that you hate him because he was always mean to you - the times you *did* interacted always ended up horrible. He accidentally hit you, accidentally insulted you because he's not that good with words.

And that's when his heart breaks because you're running away from him. Never attempted to even speak to you again for the rest of middle school, feeling bad about the entire thing.

He finally gets friends in High school. They're really friendly, honestly, and despite how much of a tease Venti is, he knows well. But he's too sharp, too smart and notices the littlest things. Like how Xiao always stares at your form when you walk in the room, how he avoids eye contact, how he feels guilty whenever your name is brought up.

How his cheeks would turn the lights shade of red if your eyes even meet for a second.

And then it clicks in venti's head - Xiao was in love with you. He encourages Xiao to talk to you, to befriend you, to confess. But the socially awkward male always shakes his head no. He can't do that.

"She hates me. I messed up really bad in the past... She'll probably slap me if I even get close to her on purpose."

When you're both 19/18 (depends on your birthday. Personally I always imagine the reader younger than modern au Xiao but if you want to be older than nice! The age gap is either months or a year, completely up to you!) You attend a party a few months after graduating high school.

He's had a few drinks in, Venti pressuring him a bit - alcohol courage, you know?

And he's drunk out of his mind, too drunk so he goes looking for you. He wants to apologize for everything, apologize for calling you names and glaring at you - he wants to explain he didn't mean to do that. He's just not good with people. He wanted to be nice to you, really, and he also wants to be with you.

And when he does find you, you're in a room. With a guy.

Making out with him, and he feels disgusting, spying on the two of you. He hears your little whimpers and moans, he can hear the bed creak - are that guy's hips moving back and forth? Is your skirt hiked up too?

Ah.

You're having sex with him.

He hates the fact your whimpers and moans turn him on. He hates the fact that when he finally plans on apologizing you're getting your back blown out by some... Guy. A guy who isn't him. A guy who's probably nicer than him, better with people too.

Part of him hopes you're blown out drunk, that you'll regret this in the morning, that you'll cry your eyes out over this. That he'll be the one to comfort you, saying he accidentally walked in while looking for the bathroom and left after hearing what was going on behind that door.

He finds out the next day that was actually your boyfriend.

Venti just did a little "ehe..." When Xiao asks about it. Turns out you were dating him since your second year of high school. At first, he blames himself - if only he acted sooner, nicer, that would have been him fucking you into that mattress. It would have been his name you were crying out. It would have been him who held your hand as you giggle.

He was so Insistent on staying away from you he never realized you already had another. And because of that he never had the chance to apologize, never had to chance to show you he wasn't the same as he was in the past. That he would do better for you.

And well, summer rolls around and he tries to be a shut in after having his heart broken again. Venti doesn't let him, drags him to places like malls and movie theaters. And when he does go out, he always sees you.

He sees you giggling as you lead your boyfriend to shops. He sees you smile and kiss your boyfriend on the lips. He sees how embarrassed you get whenever he whispers something in your ear, nibbling on your earlobe afterwards.

Venti thought that maybe, this would make Xiao take action... In the correct way. But oh no, it back fires so bad venti regrets even taking him out. Xiao gets more aggressive, more moody, more... Hermit like.

When college starts your boyfriend had dumped you. It just didn't work out, no hard feelings. And while part of you was sad it was over, it didn't last very long. Because it was for the best and well, he's moving away anyway. Time to move on, right?

You aren't able to, at least not properly. Not when you take your seat in the middle role, ready for lecture, a male takes a seat right next to you. Not when you recognize that dyed hair and those sharp amber eyes - not when he shit talks you.

"I'm surprised you even made it to college. You were always a ditz."

Of course you want to slap him, really, but decided not to. So you just move seats, going to the last row even if it meant you couldn't hear the professor properly. Even if it meant you had a hard time seeing too, anything to get away from bully Xiao.

You thought he would have left you alone.

"Wow, you're actually studying? I remember you would rather spend time with your boyfriend than worry about school back in high school."

Frustration rose up on your chest but you try your best to remain calm. Even when he takes a seat at the table you're at in the library. Even when he takes your text book away, flipping through the pages. Even when shoves it back to you, the book hitting your chest a little too hard.

"But he broke up with you, right? You probably got too loose for his liking..."

And with that said he walks away and you feel like crying. You knew what he meant by that, and you hated the fact you even believed it for a second. He left you alone in middle school after he insulted you so bad you cried. He kinda left you alone in high school, his glares sending chills down your spine.

So why is he acting like a bitch now?

You live in the dorms and so does he - it's annoying, really. Running into him on the way to the laundry room, or seeing him In the cafeteria as he whispers to his friends. Some laugh and others just shake their head.

The only one you recognize is Venti. And he's the one who tries to calm things down between you, begging you to forgive Xiao and that he doesn't mean anything he says or does. And he's always trying to convince Xiao to go easy on you, to let go of the past.

But neither of you listen.

And when you get paired up with Xiao for a project, you want to die. Since it was also his grade he didn't attempt to mess anything up like he usually does to your own school work. He doesn't throw the papers into mud or delete everything you saved onto word document when you're not looking. He still insults you and he makes you do most of the work despite calling you stupid.

He does the bare minimum and you hate how the professor praises that the most. He praises you too, of course, but Xiao gets most of the credit. After that there are no more projects and you stay away from him for the rest of the year.

But he looks for you anyway. It's like he's stalking you, because you feel eyes on you no matter where you're at. It's scary, and venti says you're overreacting. Xiao isn't like that, he would say, he's not a creepy stalker.

You don't see him for the summer when you go to your parents, the first year of college over. He decided to stay at the dorms and you can finally have a breather. You even forgot he existed until you go back, and he's even meaner than before.

He trips you if you're wearing a skirt. Even if you're wearing shorts underneath he lifts the hem of it up, and says you're flat. If you're wearing pants he taps it and pretends it wasn't him the moment you turn around.

You tried to report him numerous times. But he's apparently a good student, always gets good marks and does everything on time. He's a good boy, they say, and laugh your problems off. They say he probably did it by accident.

Venti wasn't there to protect you the day Xiao finally got physical.

It wasn't intentional either. He only meant to back you up to a wall and scare you a bit. And also because it's so cute when you look at him like that, eyes filled with horror. Honestly it's just the fact you're focused on him that gets him. And well...

He accidentally slipped up. The storage room's door wasn't locked and closed properly apparently, and you ended up falling back when he placed his hand on it. He falls with you, face landing on your chest, breast so soft and bouncy.

And well, after hearing you squeak like that, who could resist? How could he resist biting your neck when it's just there? How could he resist groping you when your body is just underneath his? How could he resist humping against you, your hands trying to push him away, your palms pressed flat against his chest?

And he doesn't hold back, he does all of that, calling you a whore and that you wanted this. And by the time he's done with you, you're a crying and mumbling mess and he feels a bit bad for getting even more turned on. He helps you up, but threatens you;

"No-one will believe you. The cameras don't work in this area, and it's nighttime. It was your own fault this happened - why would you walk around at night? Don't you know that's when the dogs pounce?"

He doesn't leave you there alone, instead he pats your head as be bites your earlobe for the last time. And he takes your wrist to drag you to another hallway, the one that leads into the outside. And he let's go once he realizes what he was doing.

He was taking you to his dorm room.

And when you ask what he's doing in such a strained voice, he gives you a blank look.

"You're an eyesore. So pathetic that I couldn't just leave you there. Another guy would have raped you."

And you hiccup again and he finds himself wiping away your tears. You're too mentally tired to fight back and he perfers you this way.

And he knows you'll hate him even more, but he doesn't care as much. He knows you'll slap him the next time you see him and he's okay with that too. But don't think he'll leave you alone, after this. Don't think this will be the end of it.

Because he finally got a taste of you.

[h0tchner]

Any Age, Any Day, Anywhere (Part 1) - aaron hotchner x fem!reader

pairing: aaron hotchner x fem!reader

summary: WRITTEN FOR AN ANON REQUEST: "ok hi so u already wrote a jealous reader and was wondering whats your take on jealous hotch? i mostly see him in fics as possessive and yeah being the leader type i would think he could also be possessive but i also think that he would just be sad like ya know he doubts himself as we saw in some episodes and i think he would need assurance and a lot of convincing that u only love him but if you’ve given that to him then thats the time he would be possessive and god i would love to imagine a possessive and feral aaron hotchner"

word count: 3.5k

includes: kissing, so much freaking adorable fluff, talk of body insecurities, insecure!hotch, protective!hotch, wifey reader, super brief mentions of pregnancy, alcohol, confrontation with a drunk asshole (derek & hotch are all over it tho dw), party at papa rossi's!, smut to come in next chapter...

rating: 18+ (technically there is no smut in this part, but there are adult themes such as drinking, kissing, etc.).

a/n: HELLO BESTIES! This is part one of a two-part fic! The next part will be pure filth, so keep your eyes peeled for some feral hotch content... ALSO! PLS (!!!!!!!!!!!) interact if you liked this, rb, comment, like and/or send me a request if you have ideas for future fics! i love y’all! - rivka💞

“Aaron! Can you come here for a sec?” you call out to your husband from the bathroom, muttering curses under your breath as you try (and fail) for the third time to zip up the back of your black cocktail dress.

“Sure, I just need a minute,” he replies from the bedroom closet, securing the last opalescent button on the arm of his white dress shirt. He looks at himself in the closet mirror, zeroing in at the bags under his eyes and the sprinkling of grey in his stubble. He looks… tired. Tired and old. And he hates it.

Even though Aaron is only in his late-40s, he has lived lifetimes; years of working as Unit Chief of the BAU will do that to a man. Every horror he’s seen and every person he’s lost has weighed on his body and mind. In the past few months, amidst work changes and a new baby, he’s been exhausted and in fear that he’s letting himself go. Of course, being the stoic man that he is, he’s done his absolute best to hide these feelings from you. Tonight, however, he doesn’t know if he can. It’ll be your first night out together as a couple since welcoming baby girl Hotchner to the family four months ago. With no pressing family or work distractions, he just knows that you’ll be able to sense his apprehensions. It’s only a matter of when.

Taking in a breath, he turns a little to the side, frowning at his profile. Aaron winces a little at his “dad bod,” but quickly recovers from the discomfort, milliseconds after it flashes across his face.

“Aaron Hotchner get your handsome butt in here and help me zip my dress! We’re gonna be late,” you exclaim, trying one last time to reach the zipper before giving up and crossing your arms in defeat. You lean back lightly against the countertop facing the door, letting the fabric slip off your shoulders, and wait for your husband to rescue you from the hell that is this dress.

At the sound of your voice, Aaron snaps out of his trance. He shakes his head lightly, as if to physically erase the intrusive thoughts, and clears his throat. Grabbing his suit jacket off the hanger, he flicks off the closet light and closes the door behind him.

Languidly, he meanders from the closet toward the bathroom. He drags his feet a little longer than he normally would, still feeling off and a little bit shy about his appearance.

“Aaron,” you sing, “I’m waiting for –,” your jaw drops mid-sentence when Aaron appears in the doorway.

“Oh fuck,” you breathe out before you can stop yourself, eyes widening at the sight of the gorgeous man in front of you.

“What’s wrong?” He asks, crossing over to you, searching your face for any ounce of reprieve.

“Nothing, nothing’s wrong,” you’re quick to reply, standing from your leaning position to meet him, holding out your hands.

He takes them in his own, cocking his head slightly, his soft hazel eyes boring into yours.

You shift forward, moving up on your toes to peck his soft pink lips.

He sighs into the kiss, feeling the warmth of your lips against his own. It feels so good that it almost makes him forget about how he is feeling… almost. But the dark thoughts come back, and he pulls away from you a bit, reluctantly.

Aaron clears his throat.

“You called me?” He questions, but it sounds more like a fact.

“Yeah,” you give his hands a squeeze. “I needed you to zip up my dress, but now,” you lean in again, “I kinda want you to rip it off me.” You offer him a sultry smirk, moving your hands up to rest on his broad chest. He moves his hands to settle on your hips.

You lick your lips and let your eyes rake over his body, taking in every ounce of his sexy frame. The way his crisp, white dress shirt hugs his solid body makes you go weak in the knees. His strong, toned legs in those black dress pants? Yes please. His soft black hair and salt and pepper stubble on his face are practically begging to be touched. He looks good. Damn good.

“You look…” you pause, tapping a finger lightly against his pectoral, searching for the right word, “…delicious.”

Aaron blushes lightly at your ogling, offering you a sad smile as he squeezes his eyes shut out of embarrassment.

You sense the falter in his demeanor, knowing that there’s something else nagging at him far beyond his usual flustering when you vocalize your attraction to him.

“Honey,” you implore, looping your hands around his neck to bring his forehead down to touch yours. “What’s going on in that big, beautiful brain of yours?”

“It’s nothing,” he mutters, swallowing, rubbing soft circles into your sides.

“It’s something,” you counter, carding a hand through his hair at the nape of his neck. You scratch lightly at his scalp, waiting for him to speak. You’ve learned that the best thing to do when Aaron gets in a mood is to give him some time to gather his thoughts. Keeping him close, physically, is a way to show him some comfort without pressuring him to speak. It encourages him, without words, that your arms are a safe place.

“I don’t…” he starts, and then stops himself. His dark eyebrows furrow and his mouth presses into a thin line.

“Mhm?” you question, fingers still tangled in his thick, black locks.

He pulls his forehead away from yours and locks eyes with you. You let your hands be still now, a silent gesture to show him that you’re listening.

He takes in a breath.

“I don’t look the way I used to,” he says quietly, shifting his eyes away from yours.

“What do you mean,” you urge him to continue.

“I mean, I don’t look like I did five years ago. Two years ago. Four months ago. I mean, I was practically a different man when we first met. I was younger, fitter…” he trails off, visibly upset.

“Yes, Aaron, you were,” you agree, keeping your tone temperate.

His eyes snap to yours, confused. It’s clear that was not what he was expecting you to say.

“You were a different man,” you continue gently, resuming your pacifying touch in his hair, “and I was a different woman.”

Aaron lets out a huff.

“Do you love me any less now than you did five years ago?” You ask him.

“Of course not,” he’s quick to answer.

“Why is that?” You prod.

“You’re gorgeous, inside and out. You’re funny, smart, loving…” he begins, but you interrupt him before he can go on.

“And,” you butt in, “if I were to go completely grey, gain thirty pounds, and only wear a potato sack to work every day would you love me any less?”

Aaron huffs again, but this time he’s fighting a smile. He’s starting to catch on. You watch as a spark of levity returns to his eyes. He holds you a little tighter.

“No. There’s nothing you could do or say to make me love you any less,” he grumbles in annoyance, but his upturned lip and matching eyebrow tell a different story.

“Ditto, baby,” you smile up at him. “I love you at any age, any day, anywhere, and there is nothing in the world that can make me change my mind.”

He dips down then, capturing you in a kiss, grinning against your lips.

You giggle as Aaron works his way down your jawline and neck, gasping as he kisses the soft skin at the junction of your neck and shoulder, thick fingers gripping the sides of your hips. He moves his lips back up to your earlobe, nipping at it lightly as you let out another soft gasp.

“You always know the right thing to say,” he whispers into your ear, pressing another kiss right underneath it.

“Aaron, I know I said I wanted you to take this dress off me,” you say breathlessly as Aaron nips at your shoulder again, “but Rossi will kill us if we don’t show up tonight. Plus, I really want the chance to show off my super sexy FBI husband. It’s been far too long.”

He lets out a low groan into your skin and gives your hips a squeeze, nuzzling his head into your neck.

“Yeah,” he mumbles, “you’re right.”

“Aren’t I always,” you snort, eliciting a chuckle from your husband as you turn around in his arms to let him zip you up.

He takes his time, letting his fingers brush lightly over your spine as he draws the zipper over your back. When he’s done and the clasp is latched, he kisses one shoulder lightly, and then the other.

“Thank you,” you whisper, leaning back against his warm body.

“No, honey,” he kisses the top of your head, “thank you.”

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By the time you and Aaron arrive at Rossi’s mansion, the party is already in full swing. Judging by the number of cars in the makeshift parking lot on his spacious front lawn, there must be at least fifty, maybe even a hundred people here.

Despite the bustle of the evening, it doesn’t take long for you two to find Emily, Penelope, and Derek in the living room, drinks in hand, snacking on some very expensive looking food.

“Hey, look! It’s the Hotchners!” Emily cheers, teetering on the arm of the leather couch, wine glass in hand.

“Hello beautiful BAU power-couple!” Penelope chimes in from the seat next to her, cuddled up into Derek’s side.

You laugh and let go of Aaron’s hand, walking over to greet your friends.

“Hey hot stuff, look at you, look at you!” Derek chimes in, eyeing you up and down before standing to shake Aaron’s hand.

“Oh, please,” you roll your eyes at him as you give Emily a big hug.

“And you don’t look bad yourself, boss man!” Derek adds.

You shoot your husband an ‘I told you so’ look over your shoulder, before untangling your arms from Emily and giving Penelope an equally enthusiastic squeeze.

“It’s good to see you all,” Aaron smiles lightly, all dimples in the low light. He steps in to give Emily and Penelope soft hugs.

“Let’s go get you a drink,” Derek says to Aaron, clapping him on the back.

“White?” Aaron looks to you, even though he already knows the answer.

“Yes please,” you respond, “thank you.”

“Be back soon,” he smiles easily, kissing your cheek, making your heart ache.

Aaron and Derek turn and exit the room together.

Penelope drunkenly pats the seat next to her, and you plop down on the couch.

“We’ve missed you like this!” Emily exclaims, gesturing between the three of you and around the room. “I can’t believe we’ve had to wait nine whole months plusanother four just to have a drink with our best friend again.”

You laugh at her, tilting your head back lightly. “Well, you guys got a beautiful little niece out of it, doesn’t that make up for all the wild girl’s nights I missed?”

Emily sighs, dramatically, “I guess so,” she jests.

“Oh, for sure.” Penelope adds. “You look freaking gorgeous, by the way. I mean, I would have never guessed you were creating a tiny human in that body only a few months ago!”

You blush lightly at her words, “You flatter me far too much, Pen. I owe this,” you gesture down at your figure, “all to Spanx!”

“Amen!” Emily toasts. You raise an imaginary glass to theirs and pretend to clink, taking a swig of invisible liquid.

“Are J.J. and Will here?” You ask them after they’ve had a few more sips of their wine.

“Yeah, yeah,” Emily nods, “they’re around somewhere.”

You take a moment and look around the room, taking in all the sights and the sounds of the party. You see some faces you recognize from around the bureau, but others you don’t. Just as you’re about to turn back to your friends, someone catches your eye. One face stands out from the crowd: he’s a young, suave-looking man in a sharp navy suit. Sandy hair perfectly gelled, shiny brown loafers, and bright blue eyes looking right at you. In another life you would have been exhilarated by his attention, apparent charm, and good looks, but now? Now, you’re married to the love of your life with an amazing stepson and a wonderful baby girl. His wolfish gaze means absolutely nothing to you. You simply flash him a curt smile and turn back to Emily and Penelope without a second thought.

You and your friends resume your chatter, waiting for the men to return with more drinks... only they don’t. Perhaps its “new mother anxiety” talking, but the longer your husband is gone, the more you start to grow concerned. A few more minutes pass of antics, laughter, and catching up until the nagging voice in the back of your head turns into an all-out scream. All you know is that you’re suddenly feeling very overwhelmed need to be with Aaron. So, you announce to your friends that you’re going to hunt down Derek and your husband.

You stand from the couch and smooth out the skirt of your dress with the promise to be back in a few minutes.

You walk out of the living room and into the grand foyer, following the same route as Aaron had earlier. Your black kitten heels click on the marble flooring, the skirt of your dress swishing lightly as you walk with purpose towards the kitchen. You’re so concentrated on reaching your destination that you don’t realize the man who had been watching you in the living room was now hot at your heels, following you through the house. It’s only when a hand reaches out and jerks your arm backward that you stop, startled, just past the grand staircase, turning face to face with him.

“You’re not an easy woman to get alone,” he smirks, reeking of alcohol, still gripping your arm, tight. Up close he is decidedly not as handsome as the low light of the living room made him seem. In fact, he seems… creepy. Really, really, really, creepy.

“Can I help you?” You blink at him, pulling your arm out of his vice grip.

“You sure can, baby,” he steps closer to you, voice oozing with sleaze. You gag at the liquor on his breath.

Moving away, you scowl at him, crossing your arms across your chest.

“What’s say you and I head upstairs for a little while? I’m dying to get my hands on your body.” He jerks his head toward the staircase, reaching out to grab your arm again.

You’re fuming at this point, ready give him a piece of your mind when a stern voice beats you to it.

“Excuse me, what do you think you’re doing?” Aaron articulates, approaching you both with Derek not far behind.

You breathe a sigh of relief as your husband glares at the drunken man vengefully, coming to stand by your side. Aaron pulls you into him, roughly, hand tight around your waist. The anger radiating off your husband is equally terrifying and HOT.

“Take a walk, man,” Derek adds in, coming to stand next to the drunken asshole. The man looks from you, to Aaron, then over to Derek, and finally back at you.

“Whatever,” the man grumbles, putting his hands up, “she’s not worth it anyway. Not pretty enough for the hassle. I just thought she looked like an easy lay.”

“That’s enough,” Aaron snaps, seething. “Leave now, before I make you,” your husband growls. He angles his body forward so you’re slightly behind him. A shiver passes through you at his fierce protectiveness.

“Fine, I’m going to get another drink,” the man utters.

“No,” Aaron interjects, “the party. Leave the party or I’ll have you removed.”

“What’s your problem?” The creepy man retorts, this time, more confrontationally.

“My problem?” Aaron says, angrily. You feel his entire body tense at the accusation.

“Hotch,” Derek warns, “I’ll take care of it. You guys go enjoy yourselves. Forget about him.”

“Come on, Aaron,” you tug on his suit jacket lightly, eyes pleading… but Aaron doesn’t budge from his spot. He only holds you tighter as he continues to stare down the man as Derek ushers him away and towards the front door. He doesn’t falter until they are out of sight.

“Aaron?” You repeat.

He looks down at you, finally, blinking away the fury until all that’s left is an all-consuming love. He releases you from his protective hold, and you face him.

“I’m okay,” you assure him in earnest, letting out a shaky breath.

“Honey, I’m so sorry,” he breathes, bringing his hands up to cup your face.

“Aaron, it’s okay, really,” you bite your lip, shifting your eyes away from his.

“You’re so beautiful,” Aaron kisses your forehead, and then the top of your head. “So, so beautiful, and I’m so sorry.”

“Aaron, can we just go home?” You ask.

“Sure,” he kisses your head one last time before weaving his fingers between yours and guiding you gently toward the back exit.

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The car ride home is quiet. The only sounds are the occasional click of the turn signal, and the hum of the wheels on the road. Aaron is still upset, and so are you, but you’re also… something else. Something you can’t quite put your finger on. You feel guilty for ruining the evening, guilty that you FEEL guilty for something you had no control over, hungry, tired, and… horny? Oh, and guilty for feeling horny.

It isn’t helping that one of Aaron’s hands is planted firmly on your thigh. He lifts it only to adjust the air conditioning or to scratch his nose, but otherwise it remains on you the whole way home. When he pulls into the driveway of your shared house, and shuts the car off, he still doesn’t move it.

“Honey?” You turn your head to look at him. His eyes are closed. You take in the strong features of his profile, noting the prominence of his nose and the way his eyelashes rest on his high cheekbones.

“I almost punched him.” Aaron whispers, opening his eyes to look over at you sheepishly.

“You what,” you exhale, mouth slightly agape.

“That guy,” he continues, bringing his left hand up to pinch his nose. “I almost punched him for saying that about you.”

You snort, amused by his confession.

Your husband lets out a short laugh, squeezing your thigh as he does.

“I would’ve liked to see that.” You’re grinning now and so is he.

He flashes his eyes at you and laughs again, this time less anxiously. You join him, feeling the tension dissipate with every passing moment.

“My big, bad FBI man decking a barely-legal drunk dickhead for making a move on his wife? Where can I get my tickets?” You joke.

As you say the words “his wife,” Aaron’s breath hitches in his throat. His hand on your thigh presses down instinctively. Neither of his reactions go unnoticed.

You lay a hand over his where it rests on your leg.

“You know, Aaron,” you begin.

He looks over at you, jaw tight, but this time it isn’t from anger.

“This is the first time we’ve had the house all to ourselves in months,” you pull his hand off you and bring it up to your lips. You press a kiss to his palm, and then to his wrist.

“This… is true,” he breathes out, studying you, taking you in.

“So, I’m just wondering:” you grin, linking your fingers with his, “are you going to carry your wife into our house, Aaron? Or do I have to walk myself?”

[janetbrown711]

“Why are you so nice to me” wakko or yakko max

To Wakko's delight, his brother kept good on his promise. Weeks passed and his brother devoted several days to restoring their bond just as it once was (the other days Yakko spent with Dot or with the both of them).

Heck, Wakko was so secure in his brother not abandoning him when Yakko asked if he could start up writing to Max again (at a much slower pace than before, he promised), Wakko said yes (barely) without hesitation. He knew that Max made him happy... and that he kinda owed it to Yakko to let him hang out with him again, as their little "not exactly falling out" was his fault (to him, anyway).

Everything was starting to seem... good- perfect, even.

However, Dot's birthday was rapidly approaching and Yakko was starting to get ideas.

"You know what we should do?" He said, lounging on the couch in the sunroom. "We should throw a ball for your birthday, Dot."

Dot perked up from her book. "What? Why? We never held balls for our birthdays before."

Yakko rolled his eyes. "That's because Grandma ruins everything. In this book I'm reading it says it was tradition for the royal family to hold big celebrations on their birthdays. I think it'd be fun- plus a great opportunity for you two to start making some friends."

Oh.

This again.

Wakko tried to laugh it off. "You'd have to get mum and dad to agree, and they've been pretty busy with the flooding in the west."

"Bah, that's mostly dealt with at this point. I'm sure they could use the break too," Yakko countered.

"B-but mom's coronation wasn't even that long ago," Wakko argued.

"It was over three months ago," Dot rolled her eyes. "I think a party would be fun," she looked to Yakko.

"Didn't you have fun at mom's coronation?" Yakko asked his middle sibling.

"Well I- I suppose I did..." Wakko thought back to the massive chalk drawing he had covered the floor with. It was pretty fun, and it made a lot of people happy.

"See? I'm sure a party in Dot's honor would be fun all the same- plus, making friends is great, I'm sure you'll love it," Yakko said with a reassuring smile on his face, though Wakko still wasn't quite convinced. However, he could see how much both of his siblings wanted this (even though the idea was only seconds old) and who was he to say no?

"Alright, I guess we can do that," He said, which made Dot clap in excitement as she began to detail everything she'd want for a party in her honor.

Wakko had a feeling this was going to be interesting.

.o0o.

As expected, their parents were ecstatic at the idea, and they spared no expense in attempts to create what they believed a much-needed celebration for the people of Warnerstock and their allies.

And to say it truly was Dot's creative vision would not be false. There were a lot of pinks- a lot, a lot of pinks. Though mostly tasteful, if you saw it it was hard to look away from.

But still, Wakko was happy for her, she was having the time of her life planning it all out with their dad, who was equally happy to spoil his little girl.

However, he knew deep down that despite what Yakko had sworn, her party was probably going to be very different from the coronation. He hoped it would be fun, but the more he watched decorations being put into place and talks about the guests and feasts the more he was beginning to worry.

He didn't say anything though, as the rest of his family seemed far too happy for him to want to bother them with his plight. They deserved this break, he was probably just being dramatic anyways. He'd be fine- and maybe make a friend just like Yakko said he would.

Wakko did his best to remain optimistic, despite the knots forming deep within.

It wasn't too long before the grand day arrived. Wakko had thought they had pulled out all the stops just for decorating but the day itself was insane too. Dot was showered in presents and even was taken out to town with William to go shopping for anything her heart desired, meanwhile Yakko, Wakko, and Lena stayed behind and supervised the final touches on the decorations.

Okay- really only Lena supervised, but Yakko and Wakko were technically there too. They didn't stay with her long, as she gave them a list of things to check up on so she could talk to some people which they were fine with.

Together, the brothers walked through the massive dining hall, checking curtains, flowers, vases, tapestries, etc. to make sure they were in the exact right places (not that the list really said where they were supposed to be) and checked them all off.

"So... are you looking forward to tonight?" Yakko asked, checking off 'left-most curtains'.

"Oh- uh- Yeah! I am... are you?" Wakko quickly said.

"Oh yeah, totally, it'll be great to see Max. It's been a while... you're still cool with that, right?" Yakko glanced down at him before checking another thing off.

Wakko nodded. "I won't try to prank or drive him away this time, I swear."

Yakko snorted. "I know you know better, I'm just asking if you're okay with me hanging out with him for tonight instead of you."

"Yeah, I am. You did say I should make friends after all," Wakko said, fiddling with gloves. Yakko looked away from the checklist and gave his little brother a side hug.

"I'm proud of you, you know that?" Yakko asked.

"Yeah, yeah," It was Wakko's turn to laugh.

"I'm serious-" Yakko let go and punched Wakko's arm lightly. "You're doing great. You should be proud of yourself too, you've come a long way."

Wakko smiled a little. "Maybe."

Yakko chuckled. "Well, it looks like we're just about done with this list. Wanna go turn it in to mom and go get changed into uncomfortable suits and greet guests for hours on end, or do you wanna just double and triple check the list until the last second?"

"Definitely check the list," Wakko laughed too.

And so the brothers did, until Lena caught wind of their shenanigans and forced them to start getting ready for the party (though they did cut a lot of time so technically they still regarded it as a win). At least those outfits weren't the worst they've ever worn (they were pretty confident nothing would ever top how itchy and miserable their funeral outfits were). Still, standing around and greeting people was a dreadfully boring job, not to mention awkward until their father and Dot eventually came to join them and actually do their job properly.

They knew their mom was busy, but leaving the two of them in charge was a little questionable.

Plus, after all that interaction, Wakko was starting to feel weird. Tired, but also not-? It was complicated. All he knew was that he wanted to be alone and maybe pace for a while, that'd be nice.

However, the party was to start in not too long, so he really didn't have time for that. He followed Yakko around for a while to the main party room where the people they had greeted before were all chatting amongst themselves. It wasn't too loud yet, but Wakko's tail twitched nervously as he weaved between people and conversations.

He hadn't been this nervous at the coronation- Wakko really wished he could figure out why he was feeling this way. Alas, he was unable.

He did feel a little better as Yakko and he found a spot of their own to chill in for a while, away from all the people.

"A lot of people came to this shindig, huh?" Yakko joked, "though probably no more than those who attended mom's coronation."

"Yeah..." Wakko said, trying to compare them mentally.

"More kids though, which is really good for you and Dot to make friends," Yakko said.

"Yep, yep," Wakko feigned enthusiasm.

"Are you okay..?" Yakko asked, causing Wakko to straighten out his act instantly and nod.

"Of course," he said. Yakko frowned.

"You don't have to lie you know," He remarked. Wakko bit his lip.

"M'just a little tired," he shrugged, figuring it was close enough to the truth.

"Are you sure you'll be okay?" Yakko asked worriedly.

Wakko nodded again. "I'll be fine, I'm probably just hungry."

Yakko laughed a little. "Alright, but you'll tell me if anything is wrong, right?"

"Mhm."

"Good."

The brothers stood in a bored silence for a while, before the rest of their family walked in and the festivities officially began.

It started with the feast, which was pretty harmless, as Wakko enjoyed talking with his family and the food was "quite excellent". The hall was filled with good cheer and hearty laughter, which he could appreciate.

However, after that, things began to blur.

It seemed only moments ago he was eating when suddenly everything was taken away and it turned into social hour. and Dot and their parents disappeared once more. He recalled Yakko asking if it was okay for him to go to Max, to which Wakko nodded and even pushed him away some. Oh god- he hoped that wasn't too aggressive.

Now he was alone. People were talking, walking, dancing, all sorts of activities. Wakko tried to take it all in, but all of the colors and sounds were starting to burn his eyes.

Friends. He was told he had to make friends.

He tried looking around for kids his age, but just turning his head made him dizzy.

Hmph.

Still, he was determined to function as a normal child would so he began weaving through the rapidly shifting crowd as he had earlier, just with a much louder and more busy crowd.

Suddenly his suit was starting to feel a lot more uncomfortable than before. God- if he could just find someone-

He bumped right into a lady in a bright purple dress. He quickly stuttered an apology before scurrying away as fast as he could, not even waiting for a response.

Seriously- was his suit trying to choke him? He pulled on it desperately, but if anything it just made the pull tighter. Wakko growled to himself as he walked further and further away from whoever that lady was, until he hit the wall.

At least the marble was cool, it was starting to feel like it was a million degrees in here.

Still, it wasn't enough. he still felt hot, and stuffy- was he even breathing anymore?

...Yes, yes he was. Rather fast though- oh dear, was that his heart? oh god- what was happening? Why was the music so loud? Why was his collar so tight? When was the last time he blinked? Where were these "kids" Wakko was supposed to make friends with?

Wait- no, he could see those. A group of them- shit, they were looking at him. Wakko noticed his nail was twitching nervously- he grabbed it and forced it to stop, but the kids laughed.

Wakko ran away again, covering his ears, his face turning red and the knot in his stomach transporting itself to his throat.

"No, no, no, no. Please, not now..." He pleaded with himself, but he didn't listen, and tears started to form. Wakko looked desperately for a quick way out, but still couldn't find any- curse the size of this place.

However, as his eyes darted around anxiously, he spotted something- a table covered in a white cloth that went to the ground. Without hesitation, Wakko went to it, making sure no one saw him before crawling underneath.

Wakko stayed there, covering his ears and rocking back and forth awhile, cursing his stupid brain for making these stupid tears that wouldn't end. He also cursed the stupid music for being too loud and the guests for being so many.

He wanted Mom.

He wanted mom to come and find him and scoop him up and take him to the playroom and sit in the rocking chair and rock him to sleep.

However, she didn't come.

No one did.

He was alone, and these tears weren't making him any calmer. Everything still felt so loud- it wasn't this loud before- he loved mom's coronation. Why was his brain so stupid?!

The young prince continued like that for a while, before someone came and lifted the tablecloth. He tried to make a run for it, but the someone grabbed his arm before he could- Wakko turned to look at their face and-

It was Max.

"S-sorry, I probably shouldn't... grab you," He let go, and Wakko scooted back, though he didn't leave. Max saw this as an invitation and joined him under the table.

"A-are- uh... Are you okay?" Max asked. Wakko looked away and shrugged.

"Right... not much of a talker..." Max recalled. Wakko nodded once, though he instantly regretted it, as it made his head feel weird.

Max tapped his fingers on his knee as he tried to figure something out. Wakko avoided any looks the Disney Prince gave him.

"Do you want some water? I can go get you some water," Max offered. Wakko sniffled and thought about it, before nodding once more (and regretting it once more).

with that, he disappeared, though not for too long.

Wakko noticed he stopped crying.

"Here, take this," Max handed him the glass. Wakko accepted the offering, taking a long drink.

Well, that felt at least a little bit better.

He glanced at Max.

"A-aren't you supposed to be with Yakko?" he asked.

"Dot was practically begging Yakko for a dance and I let him, it's her day after all," Max chuckled.

That made sense.

Wakko looked down at the glass, tapping his finger against it and looking at the water ripple.

"Do you need to step out of the party for a sec?" Max asked.

Wakko shrugged, taking a sip.

"Here- I'll help you find an exit," Max said, getting up and holding the cloth open for Wakko.

He hesitated.

He didn't deserve this- such kindness from the guy he locked in the tower mere weeks ago- it didn't make sense.

Then again, he'd give anything to get out of here.

Wakko listening to his senses and got out.

Carefully he followed Max through the gigantic room until they eventually reached a door, through which both of them slipped out of and into a calm and dark hallway.

Instantly, Wakko felt calmed, taking a deep breath.

"Wanna sit down?" Max asked, gesturing to the couches nearby. Wakko nodded. However, instead of sitting on the couch, he chose to lay on the cool floor, even taking off his gloves so he could feel the marble with his fingers.

Max didn't say anything for a while, not seeming to mind the silence. Which was good- because Wakko didn't feel like breaking it.

After a while though, a thought nagged at his brain.

Why.

Why on earth would Max help him? After everything he did? After everything he jeopardized? It didn't make sense.

Wakko sat up. Max looked at him but didn't say anything.

Wakko sighed.

"Why-?" He paused.

"Why... are you being so nice to me?"

"You were in trouble, I couldn't ignore that," Max shrugged. Wakko frowned, putting his gloves back on.

"I-i... Aren't you mad? At least a little?" He asked.

"It wasn't my first time being locked in a room for hours on end," Max snorted.

"Y-yeah, but I tried to hurt you. And Yakko..." Wakko looked at the ground. "I know how much you mean to him."

Max blinked.

"I- uh... well-" Max struggled with his words a moment.

"I don't... blame you, I guess. It's as new to you as it is to me and with a past and family tree like yours, I guess I don't blame you for lashing out? I dunno," Max shrugged, looking away.

Huh...

"Still... you didn't have to do this."

"I wanted to. Trust me, I would've helped any kid I found under there, but I'm glad it was you," Max said.

Wakko looked at him, deciding whether or not he believed that. Ultimately, he did.

"You know... Yakko talks a lot about you," Max said, piquing Wakko's interest.

"He worries a lot, but he says you're a really sweet kid, and I believe that," Max smiled a little. "You should be easier on yourself, you're still growing up you know?"

Wakko thought about that.

"I guess," He said. Max snorted.

"You know... you do seem like a pretty cool kid. I'm sorry if you ever felt I was ignoring you, I promise I'll try to make up for it too," He said.

Wakko thought about that too.

"Thanks," He said.

"I really do hope we can grow to like each other. Yakko means a lot to me and you mean a lot to him... you know?" Max blushed a little, scratching the back of his neck.

Wakko nodded, grinning a little.

"So... are we... cool?" Max asked.

Wakko thought about that as well.

"Yeah, we're cool," He said with his signature smile.

"Cool," Max grinned back. "Because I'm pretty sure Yakko might lose it if his dance with Dot ended and he can't find me."

Wakko laughed.

"Will you be alright?" Max asked, standing. Wakko nodded, getting up as well.

"I'm feeling a lot better... though I think I'll look for mum and dad," He said.

"Fair enough," Max nodded once. "Well- uh... see you around, I guess."

"See you around," Wakko laughed at his awkwardness before going back through the doors and back to the party.

Max followed soon thereafter, hoping Yakko wouldn't be too mad or worried at him for his sudden disappearance.

.o0o.

Yakko couldn't believe that a year ago today he thought his parents were dead. It baffled him honestly- he could turn his head and his parents were right there. They were never really dead- it shocked him to remember sometimes.

He also couldn't believe that only a year ago the most celebration they could share for Dot's birthday was a mini cake they had to sneak late at night.

And now look where he was- dancing in the middle of the ballroom with his little sister having the time of his life- despite the fact Dot couldn't stop giggling and he almost dropped her that one time.

However, he had to draw the line after three songs, which Dot understood, and he gave her back to their parents, hoping Max wouldn't be too mad about Dot taking up so much of his time.

"Ah, Max, there you are- sorry for dancing so long, I have a hard time saying no to her," Yakko laughed between pants, scratching the back of his neck.

"You just got done?" Max teased.

"Yeah, she really liked dancing," Yakko shrugged, putting his hands in his pockets.

"You look like you could use a breather," Max raised an eyebrow at him.

"Who, me? Whatever would give that idea?" He played back, wiping the sweat from his forehead.

"C'mon- let's go to the balcony," Max said, taking his hand.

When they got to the door Yakko paused as he looked back at his family, unsure. However, his parents looked at him, and after giving a fair look of warning, they both gave him a thumbs up and nod of approval, and Yakko went off with his prince.

However, they didn't pick a random one, they went all the way through the halls to the usual one they'd go to when Max visited Warnerstock (the kid had a thing for balconies).

"Ahh, fresh air," Yakko embraced the cool night.

"Yep," Max embraced it too, immediately going and leaning on the rails.

"Are you liking the party?" Yakko asked.

"It's pretty good- though a little crowded, but I always know how to find some space," Max answered.

"I feel that- when my birthday rolls around, I'll make it a lot less crowded. I don't know what Dot had against having it outside, but what are you gonna do?" Yakko shrugged.

"I think Wakko would appreciate a smaller shindig," Max said, looking at the garden.

"What makes you say that?" Yakko decided to take his place next to Max also leaning against the railing.

"Ran into him- he wasn't having the best time so I helped ground him again," Max said like it was no big deal.

It was.

"Grounded him? You- managed to calm him down? Is he okay? What happened?" Yakko asked quickly.

"Woah, woah, it's okay. He's totally fine, just... overwhelmed." Max said.

"Oh... well... I'm glad he's okay," Yakko took a deep breath. "And I'm even more glad you were able to help him- that's huge... really."

He looked at him when he said that last part. Max blushed.

"I would've helped anyone, seriously," He looked away.

"Mhm, sure," Yakko teased.

"I am serious though- it probably means a lot to Wakko- he doesn't accept help easily and to allow you... it means he's starting to like you," Yakko said in all seriousness.

"That's good," Max nodded. "I really do want your family to like me- I just... don't have the best ways of showing it, I suppose."

"Hey, you're doing great so far," Yakko held his hand.

There was a moment before Yakko realized what he was doing and both boys broke the gesture.

"Haha... yeahhhh," Max looked at the wall away from Yakko.

There was a stretch of silence between the two, neither knowing what to do. Sure they knew what they wanted but... things are never as easy as just doing what you want.

"My dad and uncles like you too- if you care about that," Max decided to say.

"That's good," Yakko smiled a little, rubbing his thumb on the railing.

Another pause.

"You know- It's funny to me how when we met you thought I might too cool for you," Max remarked.

"When did I ever say that?" Yakko said.

"You called me cool at least fifty times upon first meeting me," Max play punched his arm.

"As I recall, you called me cool, so who's the real cool one here?" Yakko punched him back and the princes laughed.

"Alright, alright, you got me," Max chuckled. "I was just trying to say you were totally wrong, I don't have a cool bone in my body."

"God- you're so cool you don't even know how cool you are. Typical," Yakko sighed teasingly.

"Hey, didn't I just say you're pretty cool too?" Max accused playfully.

"Oh please, you're way cooler. No trauma and with fluffy, luxurious hair like that? Please," Yakko rolled his eyes.

"Oh puh-lease yourself. Trauma is just a cool backstory and you're home is a lot more fun and a lot less crowded and your family is a lot more cool too," Max pointed his finger at Yakko.

"You're exaggerating," Yakko pointed back.

"Nope- not at all. You're one of my first true friends and that automatically makes you very cool," Max crossed his arms.

"Oh yeah? W-well-" Yakko paused, looking at Max carefully.

A pause.

Max's dark brown eyes shined back at Yakko, reflecting the stars that surrounded them wonderfully. His fluffy and luxurious hair framed his face with perfect ease. His signature smile slowly turned into that of curiosity.

Yakko felt his heart flutter.

"I'm not as cool as you think," Yakko stepped down, looking at the ground.

Coward.

Another pause.

"..."

"Well maybe you are right- maybe I am cooler than you."

"Wha-?"

Before Yakko could finish the sentence, Max grabbed his shoulder and pulled him into a kiss.

"S-see?" Max was internally "fjdkaf;sfj"-ing in his brain. "You've won- I'm a lot cooler."

"Y-yeah," Yakko could barely speak his face was as red as Wakko's hat. "You're... yeah," his face melted into a goofy grin.

"Oh god- I'm sorry- d-did you not mean that..?" Max panicked, quickly becoming embarrassed.

"N-no!" Yakko snapped to life. "I-i... I- uh..."

"I liked it," He managed to say. Max smiled.

"W-... Wanna do it again?" Yakko proposed, and Max nodded, and they shared another kiss.

Yakko knew it was corny to think, but it truly felt just like fireworks in his chest.

He liked Max- Max liked him. A part of himself was realized- and he felt alive. A good kind of alive- not the kind of alive that came from life or death situations.

"So... I guess that makes us even," Max joked. Yakko laughed.

"I guess so," He couldn't get himself to stop smiling- neither could Max. They looked at each other before bursting into laughter again.

"Man, we really should return to the party," Max said.

"Yeah, you're right," Yakko's face was starting to hurt from the smiling.

"Do- uh... do you think your parents will be cool... orrrr...?" Max asked.

"Psh, I'm sure they'll be fine," He said without hesitation.

"Cool," Max said, opening the door out of the balcony.

Yakko looked at him for a moment, trying to absorb the moment as best he could.

"You okay?" Max asked.

"Yep," Yakko said, taking a deep breath as he implanted it in his memory in his brain forever.

"C'mon, let's go before they think we've done something stupid," Yakko said, quickly joining Max and grabbing his hand before running back to join his family.

however, right before entering the party room once more, Yakko paused.

"Does this mean our friendship is basically ruined?" He asked.

Max thought about it.

"I wouldn't think of it as a ruining per se... maybe think of it as an upgrade of sorts," Max winked.

God, he was so much cooler.

"Cool," Yakko grinned, squeezing Max's hand.

"Well... uh- shall we?" Max let go and offered Yakko his arm.

Yakko thought about it.

Taking it would mean no taking it back- it would mean the whole party would basically know that they kissed (holy shit- they kissed! that was a thing that happened!). His parents, his siblings, practically the whole kingdom, and their allies.

Yakko couldn't imagine any other way to walk back in.

He took his arm.

"We shall."

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[buckydeniro]

This Is Trouble

part 1

dad’sbestfriend!bucky barnes x reader

a/n: okay, i’m prettyyy new to writing and this is my first jab at writing a series or something that isn’t a hc so please be gentle with me. this could be complete shit and suck ass but ya know what, oh well! i’m a slut for dad’sbestfriend!bucky so here ya go! i really hope you enjoy it!! :-)

summary: you didn’t plan this. he didn’t either. you thought you would come home from college, spend some time with your dad, and find a place for yourself to live. but you soon found yourself in a sexual tension filled challenge with your dad’s best friend. but what happens when feelings develop and they become too strong to deny?

"Dad." You groan as he covers your eyes with his hands. You had just graduated college and after a few days spent packing up your stuff from your apartment near school and saying your goodbyes to your friends, you're finally back home. Your dad had the biggest grin on his face when he picked you up and you had a feeling he was up to something even though he swore he wasn't.

Now with his hands over your eyes in front of the door of your childhood home, you knew he was up to something.

"What's going on?" You ask, hearing the sound of people shuffling and a few shushing each other behind the door. "I know you hate surprises but you're back home so you're going to have to deal with it for the sake of your poor dad who has missed his daughter." You chuckle, a smile pulling at your lips.

You loved your dad. Your mom left when you were fairly young, hadn't even hit the double digits age range yet before her and your dad decided it was best to part ways. She never called or wrote, just left. But you made your way with your dad.

The sound of the door opening shakes you from your thoughts. Your dad removing his hands from your eyes to reveal a moderate sized group of family and friends before you.

Your eyes go big the exact moment they all yell out "Surprise!!" A red hot blush rushes to your cheeks and you smile bashfully, never having been one to like being the center of attention. You don't catch it but if you did you would have seen your dads best friend leaning against the kitchen doorway, lips moving up into a smile at your reaction.

"Okay, this was a pretty good surprise." Your smile blooms from shy and uncomfortable to happy and touched. You immediately hug your father, "Thank you. So much."

He gives you a tight squeeze causing you to choke out, "Dad." Chuckling at him as he lets go, letting air refill your lungs.

"I'm gonna give you some time with everyone. Good luck." With a kiss to the side of your head, Everyone begins rushing up, congratulating you, hugging you, commenting on how much you've grown and changed.

After nodding at one of the older womans dramatized comments about how she could hardly recognize you now, you feel someone watching you. Your eyes smoothly and quickly find Bucky, and you're almost thrown off actual physical balance at how good he looks. Holy shit. You swallow, your stomach doing a flip. Okay, what the fuck was that, stomach?

Not only have you changed but so as he. You breathe in through your nose as you take him in. The light stubble dancing on his jaw, a tight black shirt, the chains of his dog tags peaking out from the shirts collar. See he still wears those, you think to yourself. His black jeans matching his black boots have you trying not to bite your lip. You blink and quickly turn away, zoning back into the atmosphere around you.

He's always been attractive but jesus, when did he get that attractive. I guess you've both grown.

Apparently the lady, Lila, had still been talking to you, unaware your attention was pulled elsewhere for a moment. Firing questions off at you at a rapid speed, not stopping to hear your answers. So she's basically just having a conversation with herself and you've been deemed the appropriate audience for aome reason.

You hear footsteps coming towards you, flicking your eyes up, you see Bucky walking and stopping right in front of you. Oh my god. He smells amazing. No. What the fuck are you thinking? Reign it in, Y/N.

"Lila, don't wear the poor girl out." His bright, friendly smile drifting from her to you and you can't help the smile mirroring his on your lips. "Oh, I'm not." She chides, squeezing your arm softly with affection, "But I'll go." She playfully sighs and walks away.

Bucky's eyes haven't left yours, that contagious smile still on his face. "Welcome home, kid." That Brooklyn drawl has you biting your lip as you smile. It was a completely innocent movement, a habit you picked up a few years ago but it causes Bucky to look down at your lips, quickly flicking his gaze back to you as he inhales, mentally shaking thoughts from his head.

"Thank you, Mr. Barnes." You say politely. Bucky pulls a face and laughs, causing you to laugh along with him. Why is everything he does so contagious? He shakes his head as he speaks. "No, no, kid. Call me Bucky."

You nod your head once before pulling a face of your own. "Okay, but you can't call me 'kid' anymore. I'm 22, Bucky." The new 'title' leaving your mouth like an acception to a challenge.

He nods his head, lifting his hands up in mock defence, smirking at the way you said his name.

"Okay, okay. I got it. Y/N." His voice falls soft, almost sounding like he just found out what your name was and was calling you by it for the first time.

"Ah, Y/N, see you've caught up with Buck." Your dad grins, slapping a friendly hand on Bucky's shoulder. "Come on, party is out back."

Steve leads the way, both you and Bucky following. You purse your lips, fighting off a smile and Bucky snorts. "Party." You say quietly, glancing at Bucky as he retorts back speaking quietly so your dad doesn't hear, "Oh yeah, it's raging, can't you tell? Might just give them college parties of yours a run for their money."

You hum in acknowledgement, "You might be right, Barnes. But, I have been to some good ones."

"Barnes, huh?" You can't quite read the look on his face. All you know is that you're both looking at each other with some kind of playfulness, like the beginning of a new game has just started and you're on opposing sides.

"Mhm. Barnes." You overly dictate the 'B' in his name, drawing the 'A' out a bit, making a clicking sound with the side of your mouth, your focus forward.

Your dad turns around, clapping you softly on the shoulder, "Have fun, hon. One of the guys is calling for me. Sam! I'm coming!" You watch as your dad huffs, jogging up to his friend, swatting the spatula away from his hands, focus on the grill Sam was, I guess, butchering.

"So, you still do that." You turn your head back to Bucky, furrowing your eyebrows a little, tilting your head slightly, confusion lightly appearing on your face. "Do what?"

He puts his gloved covered hands into his jacket pockets, clearing his throat, "You make that sound when you're focusing on something or are nervous." There's a slight pause before he speaks up again. "You nervous with the get together or bein' back home or somethin'?"

You didn't realize you even did that. You were a little nervous but it wasn't because of the party your dad threw for you. It was because of Bucky. It's a good nervous but it confuses you none the less.

"Yeah. Just being back home." You nod, lips tugging up at the corner for a smile. "The change and everything."

Bucky doesn't look quite convinced but lets it go. Your attention is drawn forward, wanting to look anywhere but Bucky. The way he looks at you was fogging up your brain.

"You still wear the dog tags."

This time he tilts his head, the corner of his mouth twitching upwards. "I can notice things too, Bucky." You whisper with a smile, your attention turning back to him, causing him to chuckle.

"Well, they are mine, Doll." You both freeze. Fuck, he thinks. It just slipped out. He couldn't help it. He's fucked it now, shit. But you chew on your bottom lip, fighting back a smile but the hint of it is there and Bucky catches it and feels as if he can breathe again.

"Doll, huh?" You repeat his words back to him.

With a slight cocky tilt of his head, a subtle smirk and something dancing in both of your eyes, he throws it right back at you. Repeating your own words, the exact way you said them to him, "Mhm. Doll."

Before you could react, say anything, he had turned and casually walked away, yelling a hello at one of his and your dad's old friends and although you couldn't see his face, he had the biggest smirk on it. You let out a breath, not knowing what to make of yours and his interaction.

It was Bucky. Just Bucky. Your dad's best friend. He was just being friendly and teasing. Normal. But as you walk to grab a beer from the cooler near by, you can't help but question a little, "Right?"

Straightening your back, you feel eyes on you and you immediately know whose they are. Turning your head, you lock eyes with the brown haired man, taking a swig of his beer.

Your brain repeating the question again, "..Right?"