#Mr. Mousey

[pcktknife]

cant sleep 4am tv head guy man thing doodles

[velvet-vhs]

from 𝑴𝒓. 𝑭𝒓𝒐𝒈 𝑾𝒆𝒏𝒕 𝑨-𝑪𝒐𝒖𝒓𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 (1974)

[bloodrock-lobster]

HUMANELY TRAPPED A MOUSE IN MY KITCHEN LAST NIGHTTTT, it'd been eating the bagels and enough was enough

I took it and then drove it 2 miles to a church and let it out. so they should be thanking me, i think. for the new convert.

[mars-ipan]

noses you

oh i missed this one. hi micer :3

[kkkindered]

I look at zara. she has received two nicknames.

one from a god who almost popped your pea sized brain and the next from your boss who entertains the thought out torturing you.

Moth

Rat/Mousey.

She looks back and giggles at me.

[musedriven]

@tsuuhime said // All I can picture is Dark & Toma having a sing off doing the song “smooth criminal” LOL

" so Risa are you ok, are you ok Risa, Risa are you ok --

you've been hit by, a smooth criminal-- "

[under-olympos-bodhi-tree]

I'm slowly doing physical therapy after hurting my hands in an accident, and have taken up art. Enjoy some bad drawings of my cat.

[donnalagato]

Here's the villains from An American Tail Franchise as baby animals. ^^ hopefully someone can take care of them! XD

[kiame-sama]

How do you think the characters react to mc having their period in the monster au. Cause it would make sense for other monster species to have them as well, but it could end up being a "human" thing to them. Like how would the love interests and the staff react. I imagine Malleus panicking the moment he smells blood on his human.

(More lovely fan-art~ Credit to the wonderful @tinseltina for drawing up Mr. Handsome Leona)

Humans are Extinct (Yandere!TWST x Fem!Reader) 9.5

Something tells me y'all really want to know the answer to this.

Warnings; not proofread (my stuff rarely is, but this is hot off the press), menstrual cycle and all that comes with it (mood swings, blood, cramps, ect), female pronouned reader, not too big on plot but several moments for the fellas, the stressed Dragon is trying his best, use of Japanese words (Nii-san, nee-san, Oji-san), Dragon, Crow, Harpy, Shinigami, Nemean Lion, Gnoll, Shadow-men, Cervitaur, Genie, Unicorn, Cecaelia, Vampire Bat,

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It was officially your eighth day in Twisted Wonderland and it was finally time for Diasomnia to take a step back and allow the other dorms to guard you. According to the raffle, it was to be Ignihyde's turn next. Both Idia and Ortho had shown up to the early morning meeting, Ortho still somewhat asleep as he sat leaning up against Idia's arm.

The other Housewardens were present and they had even remembered to invite Malleus this time as there was no other way the Dragon would give up his Human. Both Shinigami were anxious for different yet similar reasons as they waited for the inevitable arrival of the Dragon. Only problem was that Malleus showed up without the Human.

"What is the meaning of this, Malleus? Where is she?"

Vil was first to voice his concerns, one of the few among the Housewardens who would willingly snap at the dour prince. Malleus simply stared at the Harpy even as he squawked and fluffed his feathers in irritation. Of course, they all wanted to hear whatever explanation the Dragon was going to give for this clear violation of the rules they had set regarding soft (Y/n).

"I don't recall ever agreeing to this nonsense of trading my hoard among others, but if you must know, (Y/n) is currently unwell and I have no intention to leave any member of my hoard while they are in such a state."

"Unwell? How is she unwell? She was fine yesterday, if a bit temperamental."

Crowley was displeased by Malleus' refusal to bring the Human they all felt increasing fondness for, but he was more displeased to hear she was ill in some way. In fact, the news unsettled everyone at the table, Idia and Ortho included. They were all keen to keep (Y/n) in high spirits especially with news that there would be several representatives from various countries making surprise visits to check on her well-being.

"She is bleeding but insists it is normal for Humans. The scent of blood alerted me to her state as she rose before the rest of us and I found her in her bathroom crying. She refuses to leave her bathroom until she is able to aquire 'pads' to catch the blood and commented something about 'tampons'. I know not what these 'pads' and 'tampons' are, but even Lilia insists it is something Humans do on a monthly basis and warned me to not push her on this matter."

"If that Mousey is bleeding," Leona growled, "then she must be injured in some way."

"That was my thinking, but Lilia said I was wrong and that he would explain it later before he insisted I attend this meeting instead."

"What exactly has Lilia told you about (Y/n)'s condition?"

~•§•~

"I hate everything and everyone."

You grumbled as you lay curled up on a towel in your bathtub, holding your bloated stomach as you whined loudly when another cramp gripped you. The dull throbbing ache in your back made you want to throw something if it meant the discomfort would end. Your arm had healed quickly- still somewhat mending, but now useable- only for your period to smack you while you were down.

Of course these useless monsters didn't have pads or tampons or Midol and now you relegated yourself to laying on a towel so you don't bleed all over the shared nest. If you could have things your way, you would have as many sanitary products as you wished and you would be laying on Silver's back as the Reindeer was so comfortingly warm. It only made you angrier to remember that there were no heating-pads in this forsaken land.

"(Y/n)?"

"Let me die."

"Please don't talk that way, (Y/n). None of us want you to die."

"Then why aren't there any heating-pads or pain-meds, Lilia? Sounds like you all want me to suffer and die."

"(Y/n)-"

"Leave me to suffer."

"(Y/n)-"

"Go away, Lilia!"

The Bat sighed and closed the door, letting you wallow and whine in pain. He had been around Humans enough to vaguely remember what was wrong, but it had been a long time since he last had to deal with such a situation. Lilia didn't exactly remember the how and the why of your condition, just that it was normal for Humans. No, if anyone knew what was happening, it was you and you were not keen to share your wisdom.

While you were wallowing in self-pity you felt your stomach begin to growl and you just started crying again. None of these moron monsters knew how to cook and you just wanted a nice breakfast to soothe your upset body even if for only a bit. Somewhere during your tears the door to the bathroom had opened again and a delicious smell met your nose.

Walking into the room was the man wreathed in shadows, he set a cloth bag down next to the tub where you lay and stood for a moment watching you. You somewhat recognized him as one of the staff members Crowley had introduced you to the first day- you think his name was Sam- and even in the daylight he looked like liquid darkness. Apparently he was the only one who had a store on campus and he was the one to go to for any and all needs.

"Breakfast is ready downstairs, little Imp."

With that he left the bathroom and closed the door behind him, leaving you to examine what he brought. Inside the bag was a note and several items you thought you would never see in this forsaken world. What looked to be reusable cloth pads took up a good portion of the bag, clearly the kind that could be buttoned and wrapped around undergarments to act like your world's traditional sticky pads. Further down were what seemed to be several small bottles filled with star-shaped pills in various purples, oranges, pinks, and yellows. What almost made you start crying again was the sweet and heartbreakingly beautiful appearance of chocolate fudge in a medium sized tin.

That first bit of fudge melted on your tongue and brought the sugary sweetness of chocolate to your senses. It was like a slice of heaven had fallen into your mouth and you could hardly believe it.

The pads were similar to the disposable ones you had back in your world but with a button clasp along the wing of the pad so it could be secured. You were quick to change your clothes with the extra Lilia had brought you, securing the pad to your underwear and sighing in relief once it all was in place. Though you would have to wash these pads after you switched them out, it was better than nothing.

The note was simple and short, but you couldn't be happier to read the almost elegant script.

'Hey, little Imp. Thought you would need these, though not so soon. Unlike most in Twisted Wonderland, Shadow-folk and Humans were the few species where the child-bearing members have these bleeding cycles. My friends on the other side figured you would want some chocolate. The bottles have some bloating and pain medicine that should help. Only take one of each color twice a day. Chocolate isn't too common, but I think now is as good a time as any to share.

- Sam'

You could have cried it was so beautiful. To think there was someone here who wasn't completely oblivious to your suffering was soothing in ways you hadn't expected. If anything, Sam was now in the top spot for your favorite of the staff members, the others be damned.

As you finally got the chance to clean yourself up and wear clean clothes, you were now ready to emerge from the bathroom you spent most of the morning in. The warm smell of food brought you down to the kitchen and you saw a beautiful sight. Standing near what looked like an entire breakfast feast was Sam, he seemed to be guarding the food from the group that stood eyeing him suspiciously. Ruggie, your guards- minus Malleus- and Grim all stared at the shadow man who refused to let any near the copious amounts of food.

"Morning, little Imp! Figured you would want some breakfast given the morning you've had. Have as much as you like before I let these beasts eat the rest."

Sitting in large bowls and stacked on plates were an assortment of eggs, some kind of sweet smelling breakfast meat- as sausages weren't prevalent in Twisted Wonderland- pan-seared onions and peppers, even pancakes stacked high. It was a veritable feast for the eyes and stomach, the best part being the fact you didn't even have to make it.

"... You're my favorite, did you know that?"

"You honor me, little Imp. I know my sisters and mother would be sending me shadow curses if I didn't at least lend a hand during your time of struggle. Eat up."

You did exactly that as you gathered up a generous portion for yourself and settled at the small table in the kitchen to dig in. Once Sam saw you were happily eating your fair share, he grabbed his own plate before he moved to let the others descend on the food. Lilia was quick to join you and Sam at the small table, not at all put off by your earlier attitude towards him.

"So, Sam, do you know what's going on with (Y/n)?"

"Of course. We shadow people go through a similar process- I should say the ladies and child-bearers of the Shadow people know- I personally don't, but you can bet your ass my meemaw would whoop me something fierce if she found out I left this Human to endure alone when I could have helped."

"Guess there is no need for Malleus to be so distraught then."

You ignored the conversation and simply ate your meal, thrilled someone else knew how to cook a damn fine breakfast. Sebek, Silver, Ruggie, and Grim were content to eat at the kitchen counters instead of the small table, talking quietly to one another. Well, Ruggie and Grim were shoveling food down their gullets, Sebek and Silver were the ones talking.

It was during this conversation that you heard many footsteps thundering down the halls of your dorm to the kitchen. You gripped the fork in your hand tightly and the moment someone grabbed you was the moment you swung the fork to stab whoever dared to touch you. They were quick to let go and narrowly avoided your utensil as they backed off and you saw it was the Headmage.

"(Y/n), my poor little chick! Where are you bleeding-?"

"None of your business!"

Your voice was an angry grumble as you guarded the plate in front of you, putting an arm around it and glaring at the feathered man. He seemed confused before he looked over at Sam who had continued to eat calmly.

"Ah, I should have known you would already be on top of it, Sam. Shadow folk and Humans were two sides of a very similar coin, after all."

"Headmage, why did you bring all these students into her kitchen?"

You looked around and you saw many familiar faces as well as a few unfamiliar faces. Malleus, Vil, Ortho, Azul, Leona, and Riddle were of the familiar. Of the unfamiliar were two men of vastly different appearances. One had white hair and tanned skin, almost seeming to be shining from the inside with a bright gold. The other looked like an older, non-mechanical Ortho with extreme anxiety at even being perceived.

"Mr. Draconia informed us that (Y/n) was unwell and I couldn't keep them from coming with me to check on her-"

"Well, you all are done checking, now go away. I want to eat my breakfast in peace."

"(Y/n)-"

"No! I have had little to no personal space since the moment I fell into this madhouse of a campus and it shouldn't take me having my period to get some! If you all are really that concerned, I have a whole list of things I could only benefit from and you all are welcome to start gathering."

"... Would that make you happy?"

"It would be a start!"

It seemed all of your uninvited guests were uncomfortable as they looked at one another before the shining golden one nodded excitedly. Out of everyone, he seemed the most oblivious to your annoyance and instead seemed happy to be given something to do.

"Sure! What's on the list? I can get stuff for you! Say the word and Jamil and I are on it!"

"See? This is a model Housewarden right here. Doesn't push his own agenda, doesn't demand more information, just says 'okay' and does what is asked of him."

Vil seemed the most offended by this, but kept his thoughts to himself and instead just glared at the happy shining man. Malleus was also clearly displeased by your less than favorable attitude, moving to stand near Lilia as if that would curb your anger at the situation. Ortho seemed to be of the same mind as the first odd-ball and looked ready to run off for whatever you requested.

"Don't forget your medicine, (Y/n)."

Sam prompted gently, continuing his meal as if nothing were amis. Naturally, you had mostly forgotten the bottles of oddly colored stars in your frustration and only now remembered they were present. His note said one of each color twice a day, so you figured it was a morning and night kind of medication.

The stars were actually somewhat cute and you felt a vague temptation to sit and sort the stars by color, but your ever present cramps demanded you take them instead. They actually tasted sweet and must have had a sugar coating of some kind as they went down easily enough. Perhaps it was psychosomatic, but it felt like they were helping the moment you swallowed the odd shapes and felt far less irate even with the herd of others in your home.

"Nee-san, can I have that list you mentioned? You can send it to me via-text so Nii-san and I can get started on gathering things for you!"

"Nee-san?"

"Oh! Are we not close enough yet for me to call you that? Sorry! I just want to be your friend so much I keep forgetting we just met. Oji-san wants to meet you too since he hasn't been able to meet a living Human for a long time and he misses Humans. Would it be okay if he came over?"

It was then the one that looked like an older version of Ortho spoke, resting his hand on Ortho's shoulder.

"Ortho, stop. I get you wanna be her friend but it is so cringe to just invite people over to someone else's place when they aren't feeling well."

"Oh, I'm sorry! I just want everything to work out and Oji-san Hades has been texting non-stop about meeting (Y/n)..."

"We can talk about that later. Okay?"

You raised a single brow at the two- who you assumed to be brothers- as they had their back and forth banter. Somewhere you figured all the Housewardens in your dorm were there to help, but you were still annoyed they came over uninvited. Maybe they could be of use if you split up that growing list of yours and put the clearly eager men to work.

"If I give you all the list will you go away?"

"No," Malleus said, crossing his arms, "I must protect my hoard and if a member of my hoard is unwell, then I shall stand guard until they are well again."

"Fine. You can stay, but I just want a quiet day today. I don't have classes and I just want to sleep."

"You are always welcome to the nest."

"Wasn't asking permission, but thanks, I guess. I also want Silver to be in the nest because he's warm and it feels nice to have heat on my stomach."

"Silver has clases today, but I am free for the day. I can use my magic to warm your stomach so you can rest easy."

"Fine, but if you burn me I'm kicking you out of my dorm permanently."

[dontcurbyourenthusiasm]

Hashtag Worth it

(aka Play that Funky Music White Boy pt. 2)

(@lousolversons the gif god)

Warnings: None rlly, mentions of blood/vomit/pee, thats it! Just a whole lotta fluff (also not beta read so sorry for any errors!)

Description: Library books must be returned, and cute mousey haired boys must be kissed. It's the law of the land.

Word Count: 3.5k

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Ever since Funky Music blasted through your place of work, you were unable to think of anything else. Every time those automatic doors whooshed open, your heartbeat would pick up as you prepared yourself for those puppy dog eyes and tousled brown hair. It had been weeks for Christ sake, but still you found yourself lingering by the Kid's Corner, long after you shelved the last children's book, just because it had a better view of the door.

You even started waking up earlier to do your hair before work. When you wore new earrings with a necklace to match, thats when your coworkers started to notice.

"Are you seeing someone?" Bess bluntly asks while in you were re-shelving by Philosophy and Psychology.

"Who would I be seeing Bess? I spend all my time here." You don't bother to stop shelving while answering with a beleaguered sigh.

Bess is not sold. "Then why are you getting all dressed up?" She pauses in thought. "Oh! Are you having a quarter life crisis?" She chirps in a sunny tone. Bess often got bored at work, the quiet of the library unnerving her more than anything. She also often, took out her boredom on you.

You try your hardest not to roll your eyes. "I had my quarter life crisis at 17 thank you very much," you reply, with the misplaced hope that she would drop the subject.

"Well, whats gotten into you lately? You're wearing jewelry, you keep checking your phone when I know your mom is the only person that texts you-"

"Thanks for that" you grumble.

"-so what is it? Do you have a new boyfriend? Girlfriend? Partner? C'mon throw me a bone" she begs. "Nothing interesting ever happens in my life so I need you to do it for me."

Your mind flashes back to Dennis.

Mr. Funky Music.

Honestly, you wish you had something interesting to tell Bess. But you didn't. The situation couldn't be clearer. You pulled out your best flirty moves, recommended him books, AND gave him your phone number, but he never called you or bothered to come back. What bruised your ego even more, was that at the time, you could swear he was picking up what you were putting down.

At this point it seemed like he wouldn't ever come back; not even to return his book, which was now overdue by 2 days.

"I promise you Bess, I am completely, absolutely, utterly, PAINFULLY single-"

You're interrupted by the sheepish grin that has been haunting you for the past 3 weeks and 2 days.

Not that anyone was counting.

"I don't know if you remember me? I'm back for the other books you recommended," is all he says innocently, like he hasn't been stuck in the wrinkles of your brain.

"Hi" you blink blankly at him for a moment before finally registering his words. "Yes, right the books. I saved them in the back... do you wanna..." you motioned in the direction of the storage room.

"Sure," he answers before his gaze moves to a very amused Bess. "Hi I'm Dennis" he offers a hand.

She shakes his it, grinning like a hyena. "Bess," is all she says before slinking away.

As you make your way to the storage room, he starts by apologizing. "I'm really sorry it's overdue I didn't have time to come by and return it."

"Oh, it's no problem, we get overdue books all the time" You wave him off nonchalantly, like you haven't been refreshing his account on the desk computer everyday.

"I don't really get much time to read." The timid tenor of his voice gives you an edge of confidence.

"Oh yea? What are you so busy doing?" You tease.

"I'm a med student. Fourth year. It's when we do our rounds in actual hospitals."

Holy shit. Dennis Funky Music was actually Doctor Dennis Funky Music.

"What speciality are you thinking?" You ask, partly out of curiosity but mostly because the idea of him being a pediatrician made your ovaries want to explode.

"I'm in the ED right now."

ok thank god not a pediatrician. You were in no financial means to even THINK about having a child. But ED?

"Eating disorder? Erectile disfunction?" you raise a quizzical eyebrow.

"No! No, the Emergency Department" he hastily corrects, face flushing slightly.

Well shit. This adorably bug eyed barn mouse was actually an emergency doctor??

Picturing him running around, with a stethoscope around his neck and blood splattered on his scrubs made your palms sweat.

"Ah, so thats why you never called. Too busy saving lives" You reply, hinting casually to the unresolved matter of your little sticky note.

"I didn't know you wanted me to call" he says simply, his eyes wide.

Ugh you wanted to kiss that clueless little pout off his face

"I don't know about you, but I don't typically give out my number to people who I WOULDN'T want calling me."

"That's... true" he shrugs as if he's realizing that possibility for the first time.

You open the door to the storage and room and motion for him to follow. "This is where the magic happens."

It smelled of dust and old paper, probably because that's all that sat in there; old damaged books that needed to be thrown out, new books that still needed barcodes, or books in the return bin that needed to be sorted and re-shelved. On the floor next to the return bin was a small stack of books with a sticky note placed on top that read:

Dennis Whitaker (Funky Music)

He crouches down reaching for the books in the stack, opening them to read the inside cover. You settle next to him, sitting cross legged, back leaning against a nearby desk.

"I'll have you know, my recommendations have changed slightly, now that I know you're a doctor."

He pauses reading and peers at your curiously from the corner of his eye. "Oh? Why is that?"

"Some of the books in here are like, 700 pages. I doubt you have time for a book like that if you're running around saving people 12 hours a day."

"You're probably right," he concedes with a light chuckle, "But some of these look really good" he says eyes glued to the back covers.

You can't help the warm feeling that blooms in your chest.

This was what brought you to the library. And what kept you here. There was something so intimate about sharing a piece of literature. Especially if it was a book. It was like saying, 'here. I was immersed in a completely different world and I still thought of you.'

You don't realize that you're staring until he starts talking.

"So..." he starts fiddling with one of the books, picking at the barcode sticker. "You said something back there about being... painfully single?" He quotes you from earlier and you wrinkle your nose at the reminder.

Welp, he already heard it, why lie.

"Yep. Just me and a ficus." You admit.

"Well, I am... also single... as well" he trails off, his gaze nervously flickering to yours every few seconds.

Oh.

Your lips can't help but turn up into a cheesy smile.

"Dr. Whitaker. Are you asking me out?" You teasingly bump his shoulder with your own.

"Yea, if you're okay with it, obviously. And technically I'm not a doctor yet." he returns your gaze with a soft smile and it pinches your heart in an unfamiliar way.

"Well then, I'm off at three. Can you wait till three?" You check your phone.

You watch his light up at your response. "Yes. Yep, I can wait till three"

"Great!" You move to stand, sticking your hand out to help him up. His hands are slightly rough, probably from the vigorous washing and hand sanitizer, but his grip is gentle and sturdy. It made you wonder how many people he'd saved with these very hands. It also made you wonder if your hands ever fit together this well with anyone else.

When you usher him out and shut the storage room door behind you, your eyes catch Bess' from World Languages. She mouths 'nice' while holding her pointer and thumb in an 'ok' sign.

You roll your eyes and make your way to the circulation desk.

"I just need your library card," he slides it over on the counter before you finish your sentence, something resembling pride in his eye.

"I really liked the book." He says and you must've looked a bit confused because he immediately clarifies, "The one you first recommended me. The one with your number in it. I liked it for more than just your number, though the number was also nice"

FUCK he was cute when he talked. Did any man look good when he talked?

If any man had, you were positive you'd never seen it.

"It was one of my favourite short stories," you add. "It was a little different than Call of the Wild so I worried a bit, but looks like I worried for nothing." You smile as you check in the new book.

The Lamp at Noon.

It had been one of your favourites since you were forced to read it in high school, and something about him made you think he might like it too.

Before you knew it, you were quickly whisked back to work, as more children came in with books they wanted to renew, check out, and return. There was also a bin full of returned books that needed to be reorganized. While you worked, you were still able to sneak glimpses of Dennis, settled in a chair in the corner, nose deep in the new book you gave him.

"So, did you and Linguine do it in the storage room?" Bess' wolfish voice materializes from behind you.

"Ew. And what? Linguine?" You turn your head to convey your disgust and confusion directly.

"You know... from Ratatouille. The chef guy not the rat" her gazes fixes back on Dennis.

"Why would you-" You stop mid sentence.

Huh. Now that she mentioned it, you guess he did kind of look like that guy from Ratatouille.

His big round, down turned eyes that reminded you of a lost puppy, the slight skittishness, and his tousled brown hair, and even the soft tone of his voice.

"Ok ew don't do that," Bess makes a fake gagging noise. "Your lovesick look is disgusting."

"I am NOT lovesick. I barely know the guy." You punctuate the words, like you are trying to convince more than just Bess.

"Denial is a river in Egypt" she hums back at you. "Also," she adds casually, "you can head home early if you want. I'll re-shelve the rest in the bin today."

"Wait really?" it comes out a bit more eager than you expected.

"Yes, now go collect your boy before he melts into a puddle on the floor"

You don't even bother to correct her. You are already shrugging off your work vest and grabbing your bag by the storage room.

Bess' lip curls into a smile, muttering something that sounds like "fuckin' knew it" to herself.

You walk over to where he was, eyes still intently focused on the pages. He doesn't register you until you gently nudge his shoe with your own.

"Are you-" he checks the time on his phone. "Are you done already?"

"Bess let me get off early" you can't help but smile warmly. "Ready to go?"

"Yes" He shoots up to his feet.

Once standing your faces are much closer than either of you anticipated, but you don't move away. You see him his eyes widen in realization, immediately moving his gaze to the ceiling tiles.

He smells like soap and something else vaguely familiar. Kind of like when you walk into someone else's house at their 'home' smell reminds you of somewhere you've already been.

"You smell nice." Is all you say before starting towards the door. But just before you turn away, you can see his cheeks start to redden.

-

You opt to stop by the coffee shop a couple blocks from the library. You learned to love it after long shifts because of the reasonably priced coffee, bagels, and comfy cushioned booths (why all these swanky new coffee places decided to have rigid plastic chairs from hell, you had no idea).

As you both approached the menu, you could see his shoulders tense a little. After you give your order to the cashier you see him shake his head.

"You don't want anything?"

"I ate before I came here." Is all he says.

You don't reply and simply turn back to the counter to order two of each: the bagels and coffee.

"You really didn't ha-"

"I want to." you cut him off, and something in your tone kept him from arguing further. He shoots you a grateful smile. And that was the end of it.

After you are able to grab your food and settle down, you are quickly knee deep in work stories, as you both did little else and your jobs technically forced you to serve the public.

"I once had a kid throw up on me, and the kid's mom yelled at me like I was the one who made him eat three hotdogs and run around in circles."

"I might have you beat." An eyebrow quirks up at his words and you lean on your elbows, tilting towards him. "The first day of my ED rotation, I had to change my scrubs like 5 times. Twice because of blood, and another time because of an unsecured bottle of Mylanta, but the kicker was, I got urinated on while trying to subdue a patient."

"Okay you win" hands up in mock surrender. Hot dog kid was rough but at least you've never been pissed on. "That must've sucked"

He shrugs it off too casually in a manner even for a man who's job required him to be covered in bodily fluids. "It didn't end up being that bad. He was really nice about it. Just ended up being a guy struggling being off his meds without health insurance. That's actually how I learned about the street team." he pauses, smiling to himself softly before his smile transitions to a more mischievous one. "Plus, the same day, another intern dropped a scalpel INTO another doctor's foot so..."

All you could do was giggle at the joke and inspect the soft look in his eye.

He continued with a few of his stories from his time on the street team. The people he encountered, the glimpses of their lives he saw, and how it changed the way he worked back at the ED. The whole time you couldn't tear yourself away from his eyes. The gentle understanding and compassion was palpable; radiating off of him.

From working in a public library you also had your experiences with houseless people in the community. Many would come to use the washrooms, use wifi, print things, or even take a nap on the couches. Although you did your best to make sure the library was a comfortable place for them, you knew not everyone felt the same way.

You learned quickly from work that something that seemed as obvious as respecting someone's basic humanity wasn't guaranteed.

"So why the library?" He asks.

"I like books." you shrug and he looks at you intently like he knows theres more underneath. So you continue. Crack yourself open a touch. "I've always liked them. When written right, I feel the characters like they're real people, like they're my friends or something."

You knew how that sounded to other people; like you were a friendless recluse, obsessing over people that didn't exist; figments of your imagination. While that was true to some degree, you weren't a hermit. You had real life friends and a semi-operational social life, and you found these relationships incredibly fulfilling. But it didn't mean that the humanity of reading a book and experiencing someone's innermost thoughts and feelings was any less sacred.

"Human emotions are able to transcend time; I'm able to feel something someone wrote about 200 years ago. I feel like it's the closest thing we have to time travel."

He quirks his head in thought. "I guess... I guess I've never thought about it like that."

And you're left without anything to say because of that look on his face.

His eyes.

Even when he wasn't looking at you, you could almost see the gears turning in his brain, holding on to your every word. Now that he was looking at you, it felt like he was taking the time to absorb each and every word. Trying to absorb you.

It's an unfamiliar feeling; someone paying so much attention to you. Not to analyze you, or grade you, or lodge a complaint to the library board, but just to know you.

The realization made your heart pinch again. The same way it did back the first time, when his ringtone scared the shit out of him, and before, when he asked you out in the storage room. There's a split second where you don't know what to do with the feeling; you don't know where to put it. His sincerity sort of...

scared you.

Not in a bad way obviously, but in a way that was so clearly unfamiliar to you. People (least of all men) were rarely this attentive, or in tune with themselves or with you. His motives, his thoughts, his desires were all so clear. He was so transparent in a way that made you wanna do the same. It was something you didn't quite know you were signing up for when you ambushed with him while he was reading or when you put your number in his book.

But maybe you were ready for it.

"I really like you" is all you say, getting it out before you talk yourself out of it.

He looks a little surprised, but his face quickly softens into a smile.

"I like you too" he looks down at his drink for a moment. "... alot."

You take a quick scan of the cafe. Most of the patrons had left for the evening, leaving you two and an older couple as the sole patrons across the floor, all the way by the doors.

Without the pressure of extra eyes, you scooch into his side of the booth and slide a hand on top of his.

You feel his fingers tense up under your palm and there’s a flash of doubt in your mind before he curls your intertwined fingers into his palm.

That gives you the bravery to take one last look around the coffee shop before sneaking a quick peck to his right cheek. You can't help the giddy smile that curls on your lips as his cheeks turn red under the skin your lips just touched. His puppy dog eyes are wide and his lips are parted slightly in a way that is painfully kissable. You watch as his flush travels up his ears, and you're openly oogling him when he surprises you by asking:

"Can I kiss you?" His voice is a little hoarse, but his eyes are sincere and searching.

Completely unexpected (but not unwelcome) you're only able to nod, and his other hand, the one not curled under your own, reaches over to cup your cheek, fingertips just grazing your scalp.

You expected a peck; everything about him lead you to believe it would be.

But the firmness of his grip and the heat behind his lips catches you off guard for half a second. Your body catches up to him before your mind does, as you return the gentle pressure of his lips with your own. You can't help your tongue as it moves to lightly graze his lower lip. You feel his breath hitch before he returns the favour.

An abrupt cough rips the two of you apart.

"We're closing in 5 minutes" A very unimpressed teenager in the cafe uniform stares down at the two of you, mop in hand.

"Yep! Uh- right. Sorry, we'll be right out!" Dennis scrambles for your stuff, ushering you out of the booth while you are still a little dazed, pressing your lips together in effort to hold in a laugh.

Your laughter finally breaks when the door of the cafe shuts behind you both. He gazes down at you amused, chuckling alongside you.

"I can't believe you got me kicked out of my favourite coffee shop" you muse.

"Don't blame me, you started it" he raises his hands in mock surrender. You take a second to drink in his expression; eyes still slightly crinkled with remains of his laughter and his cheeks still slightly pink.

"Hashtag worth it."

"You did not just hashtag something in real life" he deadpans.

You quickly bring your lips to his in a quick peck, pulling away quickly.

Could someone be addicted to kissing?

"I did, big time" your tone is casual but a sly smile gives you away, as you walk toward the bus stop. There's a beat of silence before you hear his rapid footsteps catching up to you.

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AFJGYODISIHUDYSGUEB thank you for reading, I really did love writing this, Whitaker deserves all the love in the world and I really love writing fluff. I already have ideas for a 3rd part, involving an introduction to the rest of the Pitt gang so if yall would be into that lemme know!!!! (also some smut next maybe...)

Here are some Whitaker x You meeting Santos headcanons!

[velvet-vhs]

from 𝑴𝒓. 𝑭𝒓𝒐𝒈 𝑾𝒆𝒏𝒕 𝑨-𝑪𝒐𝒖𝒓𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 (1974)

[en-trashy]

Pup 심재윤

Y/n gets used to the life with Jake, they're in her head a perfect couple, but Jake always wants to use his plaything

3.8k

Tw: dub-con, perv hyung line, exhibitionist, anal sex, unprotected, inexperienced reader, masturbation, gang bang? But not really, dacryphilia

Jake calls y/n pup and pinkie referring to a baby mouse

I'm not responsible for the things you decide as your media consumption

Is nasty I have warned you

It's been two months since she started to live with Jake, they already developed a system that works for them and she's happy with. Everything is fine, he's really good with her, she cut her shifts on the library to only 3 days and Jake usually spend the last hour of the shift waiting for her to walk together home buying groceries in the local market y/n always chose the veggies and Jake the meat, both the cereal and snacks; the internship with Mr Kim is still on but she have to wear his perfume and hoodie, also She has to call him immediately after finishing and on the way home she has to tell him all the details of what she did and if the teacher touched her, even a simple touch of hands so Jake can clean her once at home; he goes out with his friends twice a week while she stays and cleans the apartment.

He wash her every night and put her pajamas, lotion all over her body, brushing her hair and teeth, he removes the collar with the name tag that claimed her as his, if she's been good, y/n sleeps next to him in bed snuggled on his chest, but the days she received a punishment she slept either the floor or the sofa in the living room, thing that it was rare, Jake always praised her for being so good and well behaved.

Today it's Friday night which means Jake is out with friends, usually when she's alone she just eats an instant ramen watching a movie on the living room waiting patiently for his arrival, she makes sure her home garments are alright; that's another thing, she's allowed to use her baggy oversized clothes outside but at home she only wears babydoll dresses or lingerie, that way Jake can be the only one enjoying her body. It's still early when she heard the front door quickly leaving her movie to go kneel beside the door.

-mousey I'm home- he was taking off his coat, looking down at her- there you are such a good girl, wanna a kiss?- she nods taking off his shoes so he can pick her up and kiss her, she wrapped her limps on him and his hands holds her from her bottom

-I missed you Yunie- she talks between the kiss, it was hot and messy

-I missed my little mouse more- she smiles resting her face on his shoulder noticing the three tall figures at their door watching them kiss

-yunie someone is seeing you kiss me- she holds him tighter

-yeah, they're my friends, they wanted to meet you properly- Jake made a sign and the three of them to come in- say hi be a good host-she waved her hand to them

-i'm on my home garments- she whispered on his ear feeling so shy that she's semi naked- they gonna see my body

- they're my best friends I won't mind, I really wanted for you to get to know them… -he pouts knowing that always makes her do anything he wants- but I guess you don't want… is okay they can meet you any other time…- he heavy sighs putting her down- you listened my mousey, she doesn't want to meet my friends I'll see you tomo…

-no, wait…- she pulled Jake, looking at him with still unsure eyes- I won't get punished because someone else saw me, right?

-no pinkie, no if you're a good girl and behave- Jake holds her shoulders putting her in front of him exposing her- well this is Heeseung hyung, Jay and Sunghoon

-hi… is really nice to meet you- she feels the prying eyes all over her, the fabric of what she's wearing is translucent all over so everything is visible

-hey why don't you go to make some snacks?... I'll get everything ready for us to have a Mario kart tournament- she nods and Jake pulls her to make out in front of everyone, making her blush

When they pulled apart she almost run inside the kitchen hiding, making popcorn and putting other things in plates serving sodas and Jake's favorite beer from the fridge, he arrived hugging her from behind kissing her neck, on those sensitive spots of her making her legs tremble his hand ghosted over her pussy making her bite a moan.

-I missed your body, I was only thinking in coming home bend you over and fuck this heavenly pussy- he slipped his hand inside her bottoms to rub her clit- good pinkie already drooling for Yunie- she started to moan forgetting for a second that someone else is there- we haven't done it in a week- she feels his boner pocking her back making her moan a little louder

-Sim we gonna press play now if you don't come here- the yelling from the living room pulled her out of that intoxicating feeling her cheeks hot

They take everything out to the living room, the three pairs of eyes followed her figure, leaving everything on the coffee table, she sits in the corner of the sofa away from everyone they immediately started to eat, Jake gives her a smaller bowl with her favorites making her smile, he manhandled her to sit on his lap straddling him so she can feed him and eat herself, also that way she would only look at him and he can feel her cunt over his pants and prominent boner, she feels it pocking but she likes it getting comfortable feeding him and giving small pecks until is his turn to play, she helps him sip from his beer while his hands roam on her butt cheeks kneading her flesh. They stayed like that, when it's his turn she stays very still but when is not, she rubs herself on his crotch and he touches her not do subtle, she's needy now dripping wet on his sweats.

-can I go to my room now? I'm sticky Yunie- she whispered

-to do what pinkie? Use one of your toys- he kiss her cheek- I'll prefer you coming undone on top of me… why don't you touch yourself here?- he whispered on her ear

-i rather wait for later- she looks at him with her big eyes

-oh okay… just let you know that this is gonna last pass midnight, we bet some money- he gives one last peck on her lips smiling and putting all his attention on the screen

Y/n tried, she really did staying still, but his hands were caressing her butt and when he shifts she feels him rubbing her sensitive spots, whining softly on his neck each time she feels something on her clit.

-Yunie, I can't… - her voice is tiny and desperate making Jake smile

-oh mousey, we're half way the tournament… you can wait or touch yourself whatever you prefer

-but what if they see?- she was seriously thinking about it, wanting some kind of release

-they don't care, look they're so into the game- she looks around all of them so into it, yelling at each other

-okay… but can you please wipe me after so I can sleep comfortably?- Jake smiles showing his teeth

-of course I can… go ahead enjoy yourself pinkie

Her hand slipped into her panties moaning instantly at how wet she is, they heard it but promised not to look until Jake gives them permission, his friends trying so hard to focus on the game and not the beautiful noises she's making, hardly resisting the urge to look at her; y/n was rubbing her clit moaning and squirming on his lap, her pussy throbbing and clenching around nothing, Jake let her enjoy for sometime until he's almost sure she's cumming, he stopped her making her whine loudly.

-shhh pinkie you gonna let the neighbors know how needy you are- he manhandled her to lay her down on the sofa moving his friends out of the way- just wanna see my girl… keep going- she looks at his friends and how now they're paying full attention to her making her shy- don't worry about them, they don't mind you touching yourself

-but… but is embarrassing

-is not pup, everyone here had touched themselves before, nothing to be ashamed of, is natural when you're needy- he started to carefully slip her panties off while she looks at the boners of everyone- also my friends wanted to know why I'm so obsessed with you, they don't understand, so why don't you show them mhm? Show them what a good girl you're for me pup

She's now naked from the waist down looking around, his friends watching her every move, Jake's hands making circles on her hips giving her a comforting feeling, she looks at Jake again and he just gives her a reassuring nod of the head, slowly her hand reach down to her clit again flinching at how sensitive is, collecting some of her arousal she started to rub again moaning immediately.

-put a finger inside pup, you're gonna like it more… do it like I taught you- she does as he says arching her back clenching on her fingers- that's it you're gonna have a reward after this

Jake leaned to suck on her nipples over the lace fabric of her bralette, she moaned harder making him chuckle, his hand slipping down to check how wet she's, smiling when he realized she's dripping down between her butt cheeks he use his thumb to rub some of her arousal on her rim, she's so into her pleasure to notice his hand in that forbidden part of her body.

-can I cum please Yunie?- her voice is so whiny

-yes pup, you earned it, cum- she screamed pumping her fingers in and out, Jake still sucking her nipples, she released slowing down her ministrations- well done, now give me- he opened his mouth and she immediately put her fingers there, Jake cleaned them tasting her and moaning himself- so, so tasty… don't be selfish be a good host and ask if they wanna taste your honey pinkie- she looks at his friends having the same wicked smile as Jake

-do you wanna a taste of my honey?- she whispered with her face hot of embarrassment

-i would love to taste- Heeseung was the first kneeling in front of where she is

-take some on your fingers and give him a little bit- Jake commanded, making her obey Heeseung swirled his tongue on her fingers leaving them clean

-delicious, I see why he talks about you all the time- Sunghoon and Jay kneeled in front of her too while she collected some more arousal

-Give me some princess, can I call you princess?- Jay asked her, she looks at Jake for permission and when he approves she nods, Jay opened his mouth tasting her- mhm princess tastes so good

-I want some too please babygirl- Sunghoon immediately opened his mouth moaning at the taste- just like heaven

-You want some of your honey pinkie?

-yes please Yunie- Jake dipped his finger on her sensitive hole fingering her making her moan, he smiles pulling out to push them inside her mouth

-can I touch her Jake?- Heeseung got closer playing with her hair

-you don't have to ask me, you have to ask my mousey, is her body and you have to know she's really sensitive- Jake takes her in his arms and she wraps him in a hug- do you want them to touch you?

-I'm not… I don't know

-is okay if you want it, I won't be angry in fact I think I would like to see how they touch you

-would you like it?- he nods kissing her neck- okay but no touching my pussy that's only for Yunie- Jake smiles, taking off her bralette leaving her on the sofa alone and naked, he standing there watching how his friends get close to her

Sunghoon quickly picked her up making her straddle his lap so he can dip his face on her breasts sucking on her nipple, Jay placed himself behind touching her bottom, Heeseung sits next to them touching and pinching her other nipple, her body is on fire, biting her lips so she doesn't moan, Jake started to palm himself over his sweats enjoying how she's being used, how easy was to make her do that, he pulled down his pants starting to jerk, she noticed, not taking her eyes from his length, watching how he gets hard finally moaning at the sight.

-Yunie…

-what pinkie you need my cock?- she nods- but you're enjoying yourself, surrounded by men touching you like a dirty little whore pup

-you say you'll like- she pouts

-I do… you look so cute when you're fucked and dumb…- Jake got up standing in the sofa- go on pup suck me off so I can be ready to fuck you- she did it taking him in her mouth

Jake moaned loud, without being inhibited with his friends there, he made the sign, Sunghoon smiles holding her bottom lifting her a little sucking harder on her right nipple, she moaned around Jake's cock, Heeseung holds her arms while he sucks on her other nipple, once she's secured in place Jay opened her butt cheeks dipping his face there to eat her ass, that surprised her she tried to move but they restrained her, Jake pushed his length deeper so she cannot complain either, moaning with her mouth full, Jay's tongue was creating a new wave of sensations something foreign but extremely pleasant the electricity running up her spine, everything is too much and she's still sensitive, Sunghoon and Heeseung sucking her nipples and biting them, Jake making her gag and Jay eating her ass making her eyes roll to the back of her head, she cums without warning and Jay dipped his face more lapping at her cunt groaning at the taste of her release, she squirms trying to stop it, Jay finally stopped and Jake too, both getting off her, Jay holds her, hooking his arms under her legs spreading them apart exposing her wet pussy, Sunghoon and Heeseung quickly went to her, licking her release both his face between her legs both tongues lapping at her.

-you… promised not touch my pussy- she whines

-pinkie they're not touching your cuny just cleaning it, don't be selfish and share your honey… I was bragging about how well behaved you're but now you're acting up like a spoiled rat, do you need a punishment to remember your manners?- she moaned at how they're eating her

-no Yunie, I'm sorry… I'm good… a good mouse- she's squirming from pleasure

-enough… now let's give pinkie what she needs, her little brain needs cock to function properly, am I wrong?- she shakes her head as a no- see? can't even talk just a dumb pup

Jake sits on the sofa, and Jay puts her on his lap, kissing her messy pushing his tongue on her mouth and making her melt on his arms, he wrapped his arms around her his hand sneaking to her bottom to toy with her rim, she squirms when he pushed a finger inside a pathetic whine echoing on the living room, then the second finger scissoring her hole open finally making her moan, he takes his length putting it on her ass making her panic.

-Yunie… not there

-shhh is just another first time for you… and is extra especial because we have our guest watching how good you're, don't you wanna be a good mouse?- she nods with her eyes glossy with tears- them let me claim all your little holes as mine, that way they also gonna know that you're completely mine that all of you belongs only to me… just relax you're gonna like it pup

She holds him tighter, while he lines his length on her rim, pushing slowly, the whine was from pain of being stretched, Jake shushed her while he push slowly bottoming her, staying like that hearing a small sob coming out of her, he sees her tears and he can't help but to twitch inside her.

-ow why is my pinkie crying now?

-it hurts Yunie… - she sniffles

-it's gonna pass I promise, it will feel amazing… it's like when I'm stuffing your cuny and I spank you, it hurts yes but feels good… don't you trust in me?

-I do… but… I feel so open and shy because… they can see me like this- she cried some more feeling his hand caressing her back

-don't feel shy… look what you did to them- she slightly turned her head to see how his friends are jerking- do you wanna see them? Wanna see the effects your hot body has over us?- she nods Jake pulled out manhandling her in a reverse cowgirl position, she blush seeing his three friends jerking watching her, while Jake caress her body pushing his length back in her ass

-are they really enjoying it?- she's distracted watching his friends touch themselves

-i'm definitely enjoying my time here princess couldn't ask for something better to do- Jay was giving long slow strokes on his cock

-I think we all agree that you're intoxicating babygirl- Sunghoon was a little more aggressive jerking himself

-We're obsessed with you too- Heeseung made direct eye contact while rubbing his tip

-do you think I'm pretty?- she looks curious at them, Jake bouncing her softly on his cock

-so pretty, you're breath taking- Heeseung said and she blush when the others agree

She's really enjoying this, having this much attention, before Jake nobody noticed her no one ever found her pretty, but right now four boys are enjoying her, admiring her body, calling her a good girl and pretty… Jake smiles seeing her so shy but also so exposed enjoying how they fuck her with their eyes, he started to move faster bouncing her body, she moaned loud.

-there you go pup, finally enjoying having me in your ass

-is not… I'm not- Jake pushed deeper making her scream of pleasure

-yours body says otherwise, all your holes are made for me to fill and destroy- he kissed her shoulders- why don't you fuck yourself? Show them what a good pup you are, spread your legs wide and play with your clit… go on make me cum

Y/n did as Jake ordered positioning herself better, bouncing on his cock playing with her clit moaning loud, her tits are bouncing and one of his hands started to play with her nipple, she tried her best to keep the rhythm to please him and herself, feeling dizzy with them watching her, the moaning from everyone made her pussy clench around nothing, she pushed two fingers inside her screaming.

-can I cum? Please Yunie- she bounce harder

-no, I'm not close- that made her whimper

-can't my legs hurt… please wanna cum, please please- her tears run down her face

-fuck pup don't cry- her tears make him twitch inside feeling also her rim contract squeezing him- gonna fuck you okay?

He manhandled her pulling out making her complain and whimper, Jake shushed her bending her over the arm rest, pushing his cock inside harshly holding her hips and fucking without any care, she screamed moaning uncontrollably, trying to hold as much as she can her release, she whimpers feeling him erratic.

-go on cum pinkie- he slapped her butt, she finally released, feeling an oddly amount of liquid coming out of her- fuck you squirted pup, you're so nasty- Jake thrust a couple times more stopping and releasing inside her with a groan

-can I cum in her?- the voice of Sunghoon pulled her out of the dazed state

-no… don't like feeling sticky… please no- she looks up, her eyes still glossy with tears, seeing the three of them jerking around her about to cum

-what about they cum on your ass pup, just like I did?... be a good host you know it hurts when you don't cum

-okay… but be careful… I'm sensitive please- she's a little unsure of them using her body but Jake seems eager to let them

They lined up behind her, Jake pulled out letting the space for Sunghoon to push just his tip inside with a low groan he cums inside, he moves to the side letting Heeseung do the same, then Jay, each time they push their cocks inside she moans and when they pull out she complained, when they finished she was feeling so full her asshole gaping trying to get back to the original size, Jake pulled out his phone recording that, biting his lip, slapping her ass one more time.

-pup be good where are your manners?- Jake soothes the skin he slapped

-i sorry Yunie… thank you for giving me cum, for filling my greedy hole…- she keeps looking at his friends then looking at Jake

-good pup, now clean me up- Jake smiles standing in front of her, she gets down from the arm rest kneeling in front of Jake to lick his cock, taking the remains of his cum from the veins, moaning enjoying the cleaning part- well done pinkie now why don't you clean our guest? Just their tips okay pretty mouse, you gonna have kisses after- she nods eagerly taking Jay's cock sucking on his tip and licking the slit tasting his cum, slightly more salty than Jake's, she turns to Heeseung repeating the process tasting a new flavor, lastly Sunghoon

The three of them got closer surrounding her with their cocks on her face while Jake takes pictures and videos of her cleaning them, she gives them a kiss on the tip bating her lashes almost like flirting, wanting to hear praises, the three of them catch up quickly what she's waiting for filling her with endless praises of how pretty she is, how well behaved and how much of a good girl she is. Jake lift her and she wrapped her arms on him while Jake kissed her, making out with her, she contently responded to the kiss.

-was I good Yunie?

-so good… you're such a nasty pup, am I making a whore of you?- she nods happily- I love that of you, my dirty little sluty pinkie

-I love you Yunie- she pecks his lips making Jake smile

-give them a little bit of love too, okay? A peck on the lips pup- she nods while Jake is passing her to the arms of Sunghoon, she wrapped her limps on his body, pecking his lips twice

She was passed around kissing his friends, it lasted longer than a peck, because they started to use their tongue to kiss her, she was unsure at first but Jake pushed her face into the messy with with one of his friends, while Heeseung was kissing her Sunghoon dropped on his knees behind her cleaning her lapping at her ass, she moaned a little between the kisses, Sunghoon pulled her to kiss her and push their cum into her mouth making her moan, Jay was a little more sweet when she was passed into his arms his hands caressed her back, she's like a doll the three of them having her way with her body, kissing even marking her neck or breast, all of them touched her body one more time before she jawns, rubbing her eyes, Jake takes her again on his arms sitting on the couch, fixing her body so she can straddle him, she snuggled on his chest while he pats her bottom, naked used and happy, she drifted off to sleep while they continue to play his tournament.

Thanks for reading me, I haven't thanked you enough for being here little stranger. <3

[kinda-super-hot]

I Want More. (2)

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3

Pairing: Harvey Specter x F!Lawyer!Reader - friends to enemies to lovers <3

Part 2 Summary: Well, (Y/n)'s first day doesn't go as she had planned. She learns that she is office neighbors with Harvey Douchebag Specter. Luckily, she makes quite a few gal pals + Louis. Harvey brings her what might be a peace offering, and she learns they will be working closer together than she thought.

Warnings: overthinking - I think that's it but if you noticed something I missed, please let me know.

Word Count: 4038

I wake up from my first night in my new apartment to the sound of busy traffic and honking horns outside. “Blegh...” I mutter and force myself out of bed. Today’s the day- My first day on the job! “Ok, time to get hype.”

I hop to the bathroom and poke at my eyebags for a moment before doing light, office appropriate makeup. I’d picked my outfit out the night before and I had to squeal just at the sight of it laying on the bed. A hot pink dress shirt that I planned to leave more than a few buttons undone towards the top- just enough to not get written up! And a black pencil skirt for the shirt to get tucked into with some pointy, black pumps.

The way I see it, this is my first impression, and I need them to know not only do I mean business but I’m bold.

I take my time curling my hair and even make myself an egg to really soak up my morning. And finally, just as my toast pops up, I snatch it and walk out the door with my thin suitcase.

It’s a short walk towards the firm and I can’t keep the smile off my face. I beam at people walking in the opposite direction and occasionally get a smile back! Nothing could ruin this perfect morning. My optimism was not prepared for me to glance towards the building and catch sight of a familiar face, however.

 Time slowed, but my heart sure didn’t. Across the street and right in front of my new place of work was Harvey Douchebag Specter getting out of a limousine. I stopped in my tracks and let out an audible gasp.

I watch him walk until he disappears into Pearson Hardman. What. The. Fuck.

Ok, ok, don’t panic. He’s probably from another firm and just has a meeting with another lawyer. All I have to do is keep my head held high. Obviously, also actively avoid him if I see him, but otherwise, pretend I never saw him.

I take a deep breath and keep walking. My heart is RACING, but I won’t let him ruin this for me.

I walk through the glass doors and don’t see him. Good, he must have gone up already. I waste no time introducing myself to the lobby ladies, taking my employee picture, and getting my newly printed employee ID.

Ok, everything is going fine. We’re alright. I scan my keycard and make my way to the elevator. “(Y/N) (L/N)!” Shit.

I turn around, but thankfully, it’s a new face. “I thought that was you.” A beautiful, confident black woman glides over to me. She reaches her hand out, and I shake it with a smile, despite not knowing this lady. “Jessica Pearson.”

“Oh!” A real smile takes over my face and I shake her hand more enthusiastically. “It is so good to finally meet you. I must say, my first impression of the firm: very impressive.” I’m saying the absolute truth, but I also want to smooth talk her. “I’m thrilled to be working here, Ms. Pearson.”

She releases my hand and smiles at me, but her eyes say something different. I can tell that she’s a great lawyer just by this first encounter. Her face is warm and inviting but her piercing gaze says mischief in big, bold letters. “I’m glad to hear it. I have a very busy morning ahead of me, so one of our Junior Associates will be giving you the tour.” She looks over my shoulder and I turn to see a mousey, stout looking man. “This is Louis Litt. You will be working closely together on the same floor with both myself and one of our Senior Partners.”

I smile at Louis and reach my hand out, he beams at me, “Nice to meet you, Mr. Litt. I can’t wait to be working with you.” Once again, I try to flatter the person in front of me.

His smile grows wider, and he looks to Jessica behind me before his eyes dart back to mine. “The pleasure’s all mine.” He hesitates to release my hand, and I inwardly laugh at his awkwardness. “We can start the tour right away.”

We all get into the elevator and instead of getting off at each floor and showing me around, Louis pulls out some papers from his pocket. “This is a list telling you exactly what you need to know about each and every floor. What they work on, who manages it, and the phone number for the head receptionist if you ever have any questions.” I take the stack of papers from his hands, and find they are heavier than they look.

“Oof, thank you.” I have to re-straighten my knees from the new weight just placed on them. Jessica raises her brow in Louis’s direction. I flip through some of the pages. Everything he said was on here plus more. Something tells me he wants to show me the type of guy he is by giving me this surplus of paper.

“You’re welcome. Though, you won’t really need to travel to other floors,” He comments, “that’s what the lacky associates are for.” He nudges me with his elbow and lets out a laugh. I do as well, more to keep the cramped space from being uncomfortable than actually finding it funny. Jessica rolls her eyes, and I am obsessed with her refusal to put on an act for him. “No,” he clears his throat, “most of your work will be done…here.”

The elevator doors open, and I’m met with familiar sounds of clicking away at computer keys and phones ringing. I smile and step out onto the floor instantly. It’s everything my old firm was, but better. More advanced, more colleagues, more in general. I let out a pumped-up, “Yes!” and punch the air as discreetly as I can.

Jessica takes over swiftly by saying, “There’s more.” We follow her down a long hallway and pass an office with Louis’s name on it as well as one with Jessica’s name until I see one with my name. There’s a corner office directly to the left of it but I don’t bother looking at the name, I found what I was looking for.

“Oh, wow.” I breathe out to the furnished office that still felt empty. “I can’t wait to put my own flare in here. I can see it now,” I throw my hands out from my sides and walk through the office, I think out loud, “A vintage end table would be so cute here, maybe a fancy vase on top with some fresh carnations...” I ponder.

Jessica hums from the doorway and I turn to see a new person has joined my entourage. “Sounds cute, I can tell we’re gonna be friends.” The new woman is much more relaxed than Jessica and Louis. She has voluptuous, orange hair and a charming smile. “I’m Donna. I work for your grumpy colleague on the other side of this wall.” She knocks on the conjoining wall.

“Nice to meet you, Donna! I’m (Y/N) (L/N).” I look over her outfit. “And by the look of those shoes, we’re going to be the best of friends.” I give her shoes a pointed look and we laugh together.

“Oh, we needed a girly like you in the office.” She squeezes my shoulder. “You let me know if you need anything, and I will get it done. I’ll be your temporary secretary up until you get too many clients and we have to hire someone new. Though, I’m sure it won’t be long with a personality like yours.” She flips her hair and walks out.

“I love her.” I breathe out and turn to Jessica. She smiles before her eyes glance just above my head.

“What great timing!” I turn around, ready to greet whoever else I’ll be working with. “(Y/N), this is our Senior Partner, Harvey Specter.” My smile drops as I look at his face. He’s changed. There are lines on his forehead that weren’t there before. He wasn’t scrawny anymore, either, he’d beefed up. His shoulder width was probably double the size of mine. But when my eyes met his, I knew it was most definitely the same Harvey. “Harvey, this is our new Junior Partner, Ms. (L/N).” We both freeze in shock, looking each other over, analyzing what might have changed.

Tension. Unbelievable tension fills the hall, and I’m sure everyone has stopped what they’re doing to watch our interaction. Harvey’s face, that is usually so great at hiding how he feels, is failing him. His mouth is slightly agape, and his brows are raised the smallest bit. His big, brown eyes widen the more he looks at me. Stunned is the only way to describe him, and that doesn’t even begin to cover it. Though, I’m sure I don’t look much better.

The silence becomes awkward. I clear my throat, “Nice to meet you, Mr. Specter.” I reach my hand out sharply and remove my gaze from him, preferring the wall. What am I doing?!  “I’m sure we’ll work great together.” My tone is curt, and I have the best smile I can muster on my face. I look him in the eyes once more, silently urging him to shake my hand.

He recovers and clears his throat as well before shaking my hand. “I can’t agree more.” Oh god. I roll my eyes and remove my hand from his grasp. “If you’ll excuse me.” His face is back to being unreadable as he turns and walks into the office right next to mine.

No- I read the name on the glass: Harvey Specter. I clench my jaw; I have to get through this. I turn my head back to Jessica. “Well, what’s next?”

_

I received the grand tour of the floor and was then told by Louis to make myself comfortable. The company’s top paralegal would come to speak with me as soon as she was available. I gave him a tight smile before sitting in my office very distressed. “Fuck.”

I want to close my blinds so I can peacefully bang my head into the wall without anyone seeing, but I don’t want to seem closed off. I wonder if I should sit here any longer and wallow in self-pity. “Fuck it.”

I get up from my very comfortable, very expensive chair and leave my office. I can’t help looking over my shoulder as I walk away from it to see if he is still in his office, but all I see is an empty chair. Ok, that means I need to be aware. He’s probably prowling around here somewhere…

“Are… you alright?” I stop surveying my surroundings when a younger man with blonde hair and a skinny necktie talks to me from his cubicle. “You’re, like, scowling at the entire bullpen.”

“Oh, I-I’m sorry.” I fix my face before walking to the man’s cubicle. “I swear I’m not an a-hole, I’m just…” I stop myself as I continue surveying. I need a confidante. I stare right into his soul and bend down so we’re on the same level. “Can I tell you something you will never ever tell anyone else in your entire life?”

He retreats back in his seat a little flabbergasted. “You know, confessing to murder in a law firm probably isn’t the best idea.” I smile at his joke, cool kid.

“Oh, it’s much, much worse.” I stand straight again and lean onto my right leg with my hip jutted out. I smirk as he raises a brow, “So, there’s this guy-”

“You just got here and you’re already talking about guys you’re into?” A tall, tan brunette asks me with sass. Her eyebrows are raised, and her smirk tells me she’s my type of people. “I’m Rachel, top paralegal.” She reaches her hand out.

I shake it, “I’m (Y/N) (L/N), the new Junior Partner.” I smile at her before turning back to the associate I was talking to. “Gosh, sorry! I never asked your name?”

“You were going to confess murder to me, and you didn’t even know my name?” His brows furrow and I roll my eyes jokingly.

“I needed a confidante!” I joke though it’s not really a joke. “Trust me, I’ve had a really odd first day.” I turn to Rachel, “Though, I think I’ve found your replacement.” I return my gaze to the kid. “Sorry it didn’t work out; I’ve just met my match.” I shrug and nod towards my office, Rachel follows behind me as I walk in.

She giggles behind me. “His name is Mike by the way.” I sit in my new, cool chair and let out an exasperated sigh. I motion her to sit across from me. “I’m not a counselor, by the way, but I totally support a girl who needs a quick rant sesh.” She jokingly grabs a writing pad from atop my desk and clicks a pen that was formerly behind her ear. “And, trust me, you are way better off with me than Mike.”

I smile at her thankfully. She says nothing but nods her head, waiting for me to start talking. I groan dramatically and slouch in my chair. “Rachel- you wouldn’t believe what I’ve had to go through today!” She’s already writing on her pad. “My ex who I haven’t seen since law school is my office neighbor-”

Her pen drops from her hand, and she looks deep into my eyes as if making sure what I’m about to say is nothing but the absolute truth. “Harvey?” I nod and hide behind my hands. “Oh. My. God.” She breathes out in shock.

“Well, technically, we were never boyfriend-girlfriend,” she gives me a questioning look, “but we did kiss and go on dates.”

“So, boyfriend girlfriend?” She questioned and I could tell she got it.

“Exactly! But someone doesn’t like labels or commitment or head apparently.” I huff and sink deeper into my chair. When we were together, Harvey and I had the occasional heated make out, but had only just started having sex before we broke it off.

I look back to Rachel and her mouth is still wide open. “W-Well…” Her eyes are everywhere but me. She fidgets with her fingers in her lap, and I feel like I’ve traumatized the poor girl.

“Rachel, I know you’re not a counselor, but I expected more than this.” I can’t help but laugh as she gawks. “Don’t tell me I need to go back to Mike!” I joke and put my hands on my desk to lift myself out of my seat.

“No!” She yells and throws her hands out in front of her, urging me to be seated once again. I freeze before plopping back in my seat. “Mike is Harvey’s personal associate, he’s like his right-hand man.”

My lips create an O. If I told Mike, there’s a good chance he would have told Harvey. “Well, it’s a good thing you saved me when you did.” I smile at her and let out a sad sigh. “I’m really glad you’re here. You and Donna are gonna be my girls, I can tell.”

“Oh, Donna is the best.” She stops and winces before she continues, “She is also Harvey’s right-hand woman.” I let out an exasperated groan. “But! She’s all girl code! You can absolutely trust her so long as you’re not conspiring against Harvey… probably even then too.” I stand from my desk and move to her seat while giving her arm an appreciative squeeze.

“Thank you, Rachel. I’m super happy I get to work with you.” I pull her into a hug that she’s not prepared for which is evident when she lets out a squeak. She pats my arm awkwardly.

_

I get through the rest of the day, just getting adjusted to the system the company uses and setting up passwords for mandatory accounts. Only when it’s pitch back outside am I interrupted.

I sense someone at my office door, someone I’ve been expecting. “Ms. Pearson.” I smile but don’t look up from my computer. I’m not surprised by her dropping in.

“Ms. (L/N).” She greets back. I wait for her to continue but there is silence. My quick fingers slow their typing, and I look up at her, but she’s already looking at me expectantly. “Spill.”

I’m about to act like I have no idea what she’s talking about, but it’s like she reads my mind. She raises her hand to stop the lies I’m about to spew and squints her eyes. Scary. “I know him.”

“Well that much is obvious.” She glides to my desk before perching on the edge and crossing her arms. “But why were your reactions to each other so… hostile?” Her expression evolves from confusion to intrigue.

“I don’t know if I’d call it hostile…” Her expression doesn’t waver, and I cave. I can’t help but spill every secret I have when she looks at me like that. “…but I swear, when I applied for this job, I had no idea he worked here.” I finished my story out of breath and worried about what she would think of me and my character.

“Hm.” She thinks for a minute before standing. “Hm.” Again, she hums in thought before briskly walking out of the room. My mind is racing but there’s also not a rational thought.

_

I walk into the firm the next day wearing another pink top, this one more pastel. I refuse to cower down, especially to Harvey.

“Good morning!” I say to just about every associate in the bullpen. When I finally reach Mike, my smile grows tenfold. “’ Morning, you.”

He pulls out one of his earbuds. “Still don’t know my name?” He asks playfully but doesn’t look up from his computer.

“Mike,” I speak. He nods but still won’t look at me. If this is Harvey’s right-hand man, I need to be on good terms with him, and maybe get some info, too. “So, you work for Mr. Specter?” I try to be nonchalant while getting information. He stops clicking at his computer and gives me a weird look. “What?”

“Mr. Specter?” He pulls his only earbud from his ear and leans back in his chair. “That’s awfully formal.” I don’t like this. He gives me a quizzical look before he comes to some sort of realization. “That’s why you guys were so weird yesterday…”

“What?” I can feel myself start sweating and my voice is at least two, maybe three pitches higher than before. “We weren’t weird-that’s a weird thing to say- you’re weird.” I huff and can tell he’s not buying it. “Ugh, how obvious was it?”

He ignores my question. “How do you know him? One night stand?” I can’t help but grimace at the thought, “No? Oh, you must be the girl from France.” A pang of unexplainable hurt goes through my chest. He’s not mine, never was actually, it’s pointless for me to feel- “Jealous.” His eyes widen, “You loved him.”

My throat tightens and my mouth runs dry. “You have some nerve.” I fight to keep my voice level. “When you’re done making assumptions about me, and being an overall smartass, see me in my office.” I walk away from him.

I pull out my phone, contacting Louis to tell him I’m in the office so he can come talk to me about what duties would be passed on to me. As I do so, I see a figure out of the corner of my eye right outside my office door. One that’s awfully Harvey shaped.

I stop texting to make sure my eyes aren’t failing me. Sure enough, Harvey is leaned against the glass wall that separates me from the bullpen. In his hand is a drink carrier with what looks to be two hot coffees. He’s wearing a navy-blue suit and a… pastel pink tie that matches my shirt to a T.

He looks at me and pulls his body from the wall. His face is unsure, not very Harvey-like. “’ Morning.” He extends his arm with the coffee in it towards me. I can smell the delectable caramel macchiato that he knows I love. I eye the cup suspiciously, and then I eye him suspiciously.

“’ Morning.” I take the coffee and look at the familiar label. It was no Starbucks, that’s for sure. No, this coffee was from Samson’s Brewery. The same mom-and-pop coffee shop that we would go to during late night study sessions. This coffee place is on the literal whole other side of town, he didn’t go out of his way for this… did he? No, he definitely either door-dashed it or sent a driver.

His eyes don’t leave my face as I inspect the beverage. Once I deduce it’s not poisoned, I look up at him. For the first time since seeing him, I’m not a panicked mess. I just look at him, his gelled hair and puppy dog eyes.  I’m staring. I avert my gaze and mutter a, “Thanks,” before pushing past him into my office.

I stop myself from closing the door behind me. He won’t. He won’t walk in. I sit in my chair and put the coffee on my desk. I stare at it intently, trying not to remember the late nights we spent together. But I also stare at it, so I don’t look at the door, so I don’t look to see if he’s still there.

There are three quick knocks at my door. I look up with hope I can’t mask, only to be disappointed. “Hey, girly.” It’s Louis. I look over his shoulder, but there’s no one.

“G’morning, Louis.” I smile through the pain. “How are you doing?” I side-eye the coffee on my desk like it’ll disappear if I leave it alone too long.

“Same old, same old, I just convinced a major pharmacy company that they needed to break a deal with…” He drones on for a little bit, bragging to me about accomplishments I could do in my sleep. “But, anyway! I came to tell you about the workload you’ll be taking on. Seeing as Harvey is the closest Senior Partner on the floor, you’ll be shadowing him for the next few days. Just until you think you’re ready to fly solo.” He says that like it’s nothing, and I guess it would be for anyone else.

“So, like an associate?” My face scrunches up. “Why can’t I just shadow you, then? Aren’t you in charge of the associates?” I cross my arms.

He chuckles. “I wish, but we’re both Junior Partners, for the time being-” He winks at me. Poor guy, I’m sure he’s been waiting to be Senior Partner for a while. “So, you technically need trained by a Senior Partner.”

“Great.” I have a tight-lipped smile and unconsciously reach for the coffee on my desk. I bring it up to my lips and hum at the nostalgic taste before I even realize I’ve done it. I stop mid-sip and lick my lips guiltily.

“What coffee place is that from?” Louis gets closer and squints at my cup. When he doesn’t recognize it, he pulls away. “The best coffee around is Roaster-Roos right down the way,” He uses his thumb to point over his shoulder. A coy look flashes across his face, “I could go get you one if you want.”

“No. No, this is fine, thank you.” I say a little too quickly. I hold the cup closer to my chest and grip it a little tighter. He shrugs and I clear my throat, “When does this shadowing begin?”

“ASAP.” He snaps and turns his back to me to walk out the door. “Harvey’s in the office right next to yours,” He pivots outside the door to face me again. “He’s kind of cocky, so let me know if you need anything.” He smiles with raised eyebrows. I nod hesitantly in discomfort before he goes to the left and disappears from sight. A long exhale leaves my body. “Why me?”

[witherby]

wait isnt fittermouse a nickname and not their actual name? cause i think itd be kinda funny if someone full-named mousey and everyone + mousey forgot their actual name lmfao

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This happens so often when Mouse is out at Socialite events that other socialites know they have to either say "Mx. Wayne" or "Mouse" to get their attention. It's awkward the first couple times it happens, but word spreads fast among the Elite and weirder things have happened so now everybody calls them that. A nickname is nothing to stress about when Mr. Hipscochenizer is being acquitted of sexually harassing his third secretary. Allegedly.

So, in short, Mouse doesn't hear their real name very often.

[studentinpursuitofclouds]

Heyyaaa Mousey! How are you feeling right now? Hope its well. (◍•ᴗ•◍)

Okay soooo remember that one headcanon you posted its about that how would the spouses react if Mr. Qi threatened them to divorce the farmer… because I think the blue dude is practically bored and his only entertainment is the farmer going action but since farmer is busy with his family life. And Mr. Qi thinks that romantic feelings or family life are “distracting” to them. And since you wrote a headcannon with the vanilla marriageable npcs. Then how about a reaction from the SVE & RSV marriageable candidates. Imagine the chaos this brings. And sorry about my english. 😅

Hey hey Hime 👋 I'm doing fine, thanks for asking 😃

Another headcanon about Mr. Qi kidnapping Farmer's spouse? Hell yeah :) Funny, while I was writing again hedcanons about this topic, I remembered that one of the most important conditions for achieving Perfection in game is the wedding/getting a roommate, so that Farmer gets a Starfruit in 12 ❤️ And now Qi is like no no no, that's it, I've changed my mind, you have lived a married life a little bit and that's enough, go back to perform my tests. And he shouldn't be threatening Farmer's spouse/neighbour in general... just increase the reward for the test and Farmer will come running, lmao.

Oh well, I got a little distracted... Anyway, good to see you again, thanks for the ask! Have a great day ☺️

I'll take Qi's speech from the previous headcanon with vanilla characters, so we'll skip that part here!

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Stardew Valley Expanded:

There was no sight of terror on Lance's face after Mr. Qi's ultimatum. He kept his composure, confidently clutched the hilt of his sword with his right hand, in case anything happened, but was in no hurry to pull the weapon. The pink-haired adventurer carefully considered his future move, calculating the chances of winning the fight or chances of escape. The situation was complicated, but in the name of protecting his family, Lance had no right to panic.

"Nice to finally meet you... Mister Qi." Magnus knew that the mage community would sooner or later encounter this... person (was he even a person?), but he didn't think that this 'honour' would fall to him. And the immediate threats, of course... Qi may have taken Rasmodius by surprise, but he's underestimating the talent of the wizard, who is ready to instantly disintegrate the insolent man who dares to threaten Magnus' spouse. He's not about to back down...

"W- what?" Victor stood stiffly, unable to digest all the information that had been dumped on his head. This man was claiming that Farmer owed him something? To perform some kind of test? And Victor is getting in the way of all of this way?! Victor don't understand... but he's not about to let someone force Farmer to do it and threaten them and Victor. But at the same time he's scared, for there is definitely magic involved, and he doesn't know what else this Qi can do...

Mr. Qi was a little amazed that Claire was practically calm. Too calm. Naturally, surprise splashed in her eyes, but nothing more. Qi even got curious, so he asked the cashier if she was scared at all. Claire replied that "this is one of the most strangest dreams ever" and pinched herself on the arm. The unpleasant sensation made her twitch... and quickly her calm was replaced by horror. "No, my dear. Not the dream," Qi replied, "should I repeat everything I've said all over again?"

Olivia will be confused to the core of her being that she won't immediately respond to Mr. Qi with such a bold ultimatum. However, after the meaning of his words reach her, the former Joja accountant will be overwhelmed with anger. How dare this creep kidnap her and threaten her and her spouse! Her family! A fraction of fear is present, but more Olivia will be angry and demand to take her back, or else Qi himself will have consequences.

Sophia fell to her knees and covered her face with the palms, holding back her screams and tears. This person was slowly approaching her, the clomping of his heels echoing in the room. Sophia clutched her eyes harder and began to mutter something. Only when Mr. Qi got close enough to her, he heard what the pink-haired young woman, who was scared to death, was whispering. "Wake up, wake up, please.... it's just a nightmare..." "Are you sure about that?" And then Sophia screamed as hard as she could.

The frightened Scarlett didn't say anything to Qi, took a few steps back, trying to get as far away from him as possible, but afraid to make any sudden movements. The urge to run far away, anywhere, just so she wouldn't have to feel someone else's gaze on her, was overwhelming, though. "You're not going anywhere until you choose-" "I DON'T WANT TO CHOOSE! LEAVE ME AND FARMER ALONE!" Scarlett interrupted Qi with scream, shivering and trying to figure out where to run to find Farmer, Sophia, her parents, anyone who could help.

Ridgeside Village:

The muzzle of the gun pointed at Qi gave Bryle some confidence in this strange and frightening situation. Though after this mysterious blue man had laughed at the Governor bodyguard's 'toy', Bryle's confidence began to slowly evaporate. Shit, what is going on, who is this creep and how does he know Farmer? 'My warrior,' what the hell is this!? "Fuck you." He probably shouldn't have snapped at him, but the desperation was making him start to panic a little. Fuck, he need to warn Farmer...

"Whatever it is, I'm sure we can come to an agreement," in truth, Zayne didn't want to negotiate anything with this man and his brash demands, but he realised that the situation wasn't on his side. Qi himself had to give Zayne credit - the young head of a wealthy family didn't chicken out, didn't beg for mercy by bargaining for his life, and clearly loved Farmer enough. Impressively... But not enough for him to leave the 'problem' of Farmer's abandoned trials unresolved.

Jio didn't reply anything to Mr. Qi, only lightning-fast drew his katana from its sheath, getting into a fighting stance. He realised that the person before him was a dangerous opponent, the very one his Lady had been trying to find for a long time. Not a human, an anomaly. But the elf would not allow anyone to threaten those dear to him, his soul, his mate... His spouse and children... If fate has decreed it so - so be it, but Jio will protect his family to the last drop of blood.

"Or you could ask them politely to fulfil, uhhh.... your challenge?" June tried to find a way out of this difficult situation, trying to convince this... stranger not to make any hasty decisions. But truth be told, the pianist doesn't want Farmer to perform any (most likely - dangerous and illegal) tests of this weirdo at all. Aloud, of course, he will not say, because what if the threats of this "Mister Qi" are not empty....

Anton almost gave his consent to Qi's ultimatum, when the mysterious blue man began not only to manipulate the architect, but also began to humiliate him. The phrase 'you don't deserve someone like Farmer anyway,' definitely left a huge crack in Anton's heart. But only he wanted to open his mouth to agree to the divorce, at that moment remembered the moment when Farmer handed him the Mermaid pendant that now hangs around his neck. No, he couldn't betray them that easily... "Screw you." He's already prepared for the worst.

"Ahahahahaha, great joke, very funny. So, where's your hidden camera?" Oh, Sean was scared for a minute at all of this, but realised it was just a prank (a bit dumb prank, by the way) and waited for the lights to come back on and everyone to come out shouting "Gotcha!" Who ever came up with this stupid idea for this prank in the first place..... With a snap of his fingers, Qi made Sean fall to his knees from the sharp pain in his chest. "Still think this is a joke?" Now the handyman believed him.

Shiro remained silent and didn't want to agree to such an ultimatum . But he's not going to say something not very decent either, as unfortunately his current state of health won't allow him to defend himself against the attack of this deranged man. His mind says that he should give his consent to save Farmer and himself, but his heart screams refusal. Still have to listen to the voice of reason though. Even if he agrees, Farmer will still be in danger.

"Okay, now let me go!" Yoba witnessed, Jeric didn't want to agree to any demands, but realised that the chances of escaping or defeating this Qi were very slim. Agreeing to anything, just so he can warn Bryle and Farmer about this madman. "Then sign it." Some paper with finely written text and a pen formed, hovering right beside the young farmer. There was no way he dared to take that pen. "I'm waiting." Damn, what should Jeric do...

Philip only laughed nervously and took very slow steps backwards. The situation was bizarre to the point where he even thought for a moment that this was some kind of horrible nightmare and Qi was a sleep paralysis demon. "You're not leaving until you file for divorce," and dozens of pairs of eyes glared at the physiotherapist, forcing him to stand still. "I'm still waiting," Mister Qi's voice became more impatient, making Philip shake all over. He didn't want to, but he feared for himself and his spouse.

Rivers of tears were running down Ian's face, it was all too much for the poor man. "Why are you doing all thi?! Why?! What have we done to you!" His voice trailed off into a scream that echoed throughout the dark room. Just his life was starting to get better, he'd found his soulmate, everything was great, and then - fate handed this man who was ruining his and Farmer's lives just because he was bored. Ian falls to his knees and begins to sob quietly.

"If you care so much about Farmer, you'll have to go along with it. You'll save both them and your own life. You're smart, kid, sure you would do the right thing," Qi is definitely right about something: Kenneth is indeed smart. Smart enough to realise that Qi won't just leave him and Farmer alone, even if Kenneth divorces his spouse. Maybe the electrician himself won't interest Qi anymore, but Farmer... Kenneth hates to think what the bastard has in mind for Farmer with his "trials." But he still has to agree to Qi's demand - if he doesn't save himself, he won't save Farmer either.

This Mister Qi is greatly deluded since he thinks he can scare Corine so easily. She and Farmer aren't puppets for someone to play, toying with their lives like it's all just a game. The waitress won't be able to defeat him, that's for sure - she can feel Qi's strong, dark aura. But she's not going to give up either. In the left pocket of her work apron is a miniature totem, a small relic given to her by that elf she met recently. Who, by the way, she's also going to ask for help before she escapes from this place.

It's impossible to imagine the effort it took for Daia to suppress the urge to spit some insult or sarcasm in Qi's face after his words. Because the ninja realized that she wasn't in a position to be frivolous and arrogant. She had a very dangerous opponent in front of her, the same one her Lady had mentioned earlier. Daia is not going to abandon Farmer, but she definitely needs to play along with Qi in order to get out of this situation alive and warn her spouse and the Cult members.

"I'm not afraid of you," but Blair's teeth chattered, showing her fear. She held her fishing rod tightly, preparing to swing it like a weapon. Except that didn't give her much confidence. Only a minute ago she was fishing in peace and preparing to go home to Farmer, and already this stranger is demanding her divorcing her spouse or face the consequences of refusing. The fisherwoman wants to attack Qi first, to take him by surprise, but.... she's terribly afraid.

Mr. Qi didn't even have time to say anything to his 'guest' before Alissa interrupted him with a heartbreaking scream, terrified of her being kidnapped straight from the Ridgeside Village to this, this... dark and strange place. Qi even cringed at the high notes of the girl's scream, Farmer's partner really did have... a striking voice. Alissa didn't understand what Qi was trying to say for the second time, she was gripped by terror.

"You... You... How dare you, you brute!" Faye, out of anger, threw her fan with all her might right into the face of her insolent captor, hoping that the thrown object would hit his eye or nose. The fan hit Qi's face, but the mysterious blue man didn't even flinch, just continued to stare at the waitress. His smile slowly slid down, giving Faye goosebumps. Perhaps it was a rash act, because this Qi was angry and would hurt her and Farmer.

"Is this what you do for a living? Destroying people's lives just because you feel like it?" Kiarra's words were full of bitterness and hatred for the man who stood before her in dark space. The graphic designer felt absolutely defenceless, broken, unable to somehow resist this evil man who stood there smiling contentedly, guessing what she was about to say to him. Kiarra could only hope that Farmer would forgive her for breaking their heart, but she needed to save their life. And she definitely needs to survive to find someone who can help her.

Letting out a cry, Maddie threw her bag at Qi, and when the blue man dodged, clenched her fists and started throwing punches. Miss, miss, miss, miss again, but Maddie, cornered, was gripped by rage and fear. Until unknown threads tied her hands behind her back, and Qi, completely unaffected by the lab assistant, stood by while she calmed down. There was nothing left for the poor girl but to fall to her knees and start sobbing.

Irene thought her past kidnapping for her further ransom from the Amethyne family had been the worst experience of the cook's life. The mere bandits that got her caught up and thought they would get their money's worth, but ended up getting justice, as messing with Maive wasn't good. Qi on the other hand was demonstrating magic, a power unprecedented to Irene that she realised: not even the head Amethyne and Farmer would find her here. She would either die or have to leave Farmer for good. Yoba, why it's not just the bandits again, why...

"Tsk, you're smarter than that, kid." Mr. Qi shook his head disapprovingly as Paula pulled out her army knife and prepared to hurl the weapon at her captor. He could have guessed that the doctor wouldn't listen to him so easily, this stubborn girl. "I'll have to take your toy," and after these words the knife, as if it had a will of its own, was yanked from the hands of the shocked Paula. "Now back to our problem-" "You're the only one with a problem, scum!" Sigh, Qi will have to quiet Paula down before threatening her.

Flor tries her best to read Qi, tries to see if he's bluffing or not when he promised very unpleasant consequences to her and her spouse if she doesn't do as he demands. If Farmer is, as this stranger himself claims, his "hero," "the chosen one," what's the point of him harming them? Logically, carefully, she tries to change Mister Qi's mind. Because she realises that, at this point, words are her only weapon.

Ysabelle looks at Mr. Qi with horror, turns around and runs away. Wherever the girl's eyes look, there is almost total darkness, and immediately in that darkness forms the silhouette of a blue man, smiling mockingly at the frightened girl. "Where are you going?" Poor Ysabelle runs in different directions, but in the end the outcome is the same. There is no way for her to escape, but she runs anyway, to find a way home. "Lea-" *pant* "Leave me alone!"

[eccentricgrace]

Being Good || IronDad

summary: rhodey could say he never expected tony to adopt any smart, troubled kid he came across, but that would be a lie.

tags: fluff, rhodey-tony friendship, mentions to tony's struggle w/ alcoholism, tony is a good father

wc: 1,763

cross-posted on wattpad under the same name!

Colonel James Rhodes has been working all week long on paperwork. His eyes have started to blur at the mere mention of an email, and at first that was funny, but with a chill in his spine, he's suddenly been remembering all the times his sister joked about him having cataracts in his old, ancient age.

Needless to say, maybe he should take a day. He's earned it. He deserved it. So he called Tony up to schedule a weekend at the Compound— and chuckled when his point was relatively proven by Tony's alarm and immediate worry about the whole thing.

It had just been a while since the two of them had enjoyed each other's company without any kind of universal threat looming over them. When Rhodey was still doing PT nearly every hour of his waking day, Tony had been pretty rigid in not wanting to leave his side, and that was fine, but at some point Rhodey realized he'd been doing it mainly out of guilt; so Rhodes shut that down fast and decided to impromptu move back home.

It didn't mean Tony wasn't supportive, or that Rhodey was angry— it just meant that Tony needed some tough love, and this time it meant giving him the space he needed to sort through the stuff he kept shoving down and hiding away.

But Rhodey's doing fine now. He's going to all his appointments, he's not in any more pain than usual, which is all you can ask for in his age, history, and career. He hasn't had problems with his braces, please stop asking, Tony, and he just wanted to hang out with his family.

So he made the drive, pulled into the Compound at about two in the afternoon. He walked in, and was immediately greeted by his best friend. But he had some weird growth at his side—almost as tall as him, but scrawny, and mousey, talkative, and—oh, right, a super-powered teenagerwas following him around.

"Sorry I didn't warn you," Tony had explained to him privately, while the kid had went ahead to the elevators. "He was out of school today, and his aunt was busy with work, so I kept him."

Rhodey gave him an artful side-eye. He hadn't sussed out whether Tony was joking, whether there was a punchline that he was supposed to be waiting for. "Oh, no, that's... that's fine."

Tony nodded, looking ahead to the elevator. Then he grinned, he shouted out to the kid: "Hey, don't go pressing too many buttons over there! Don't want a repeat of last time."

The teenager groaned, leaning back on the wall. "Oh, come on! That was one time, Mr. Stark."

Tony chuckled, and on catching Rhodey's lost gaze, started shrugging and waving it off. "It's just a— kid did something funny the other week, I'm pulling his leg about it."

"Right, ok," Rhodey said easily.

Yeah, no. That makes total sense. Tony usually adopted kids off the street and then made inside jokes with them like they were family. Of course. How could Rhodey forget? This was super normal behavior for the guy he'd known for the past... Thirty years? Jesus, they were getting old.

And then in the blink of an eye, Rhodey's remembering the echo of an equally scrawny blond kid in some Tennessee dump, and Tony telling him how smart the kid was, if only he'd had some good education, some direction, how far he'd probably go in life. Then, after a few drinks, in a much quieter voice, Tony asked him if he thought he'd make a good father.

("What?" Rhodey had blubbered, just confused then as he was now. "Are you thinking of actually taking this kid?"

"No," Tony huffed, and he sounded so despondent about all of it, so much more downcast from how he usually presented himself. "No, of course not. I just... When I think about all the parent stuff, the being-a-dad stuff, it makes me sick to my stomach. I start thinking of my dad, and then I'm just stuck in this cycle of shit and it's awful."

And then, the longing. Something vulnerable in his eyes that he wanted to be broken.

"But then..." Tony sighed. He shook his head. Downed the rest of his amber glass and placed it on the table with a click. "I don't know. I just don't know, Jim.")

"So, what do you want to do, Honeybear?" Tony elbowed him. The elevator doors closed, and a gentle lull carried them up to the living floors. "We don't have to, but I know Pete's been wanting to watch this movie... Ah... kid, what was it called?"

The teenager, Peter, furrowed his eyebrows. "Er."

"C'mon, you've been talking about it all week." Tony snapped his fingers a few times, staring off as thought. "You know. The Baldur one, it's like a sequel for the game."

"Baldur's Gate 3?" Peter cracked a polite smile. "It's just a game, it's not a movie."

"They made three of those?" Rhodey mumbled. "I don't even remember it being that good. Me and Tony just played regular old Dungeons and Dragons."

At that, Peter swung around to his mentor, his eyes lighting up. His mouth dropped open, and he was looking at Tony like he was about to ask a million questions at once.

"I played a half-elf bard, and yes," Tony cut in, "I made it cool. Incredibly so."

Rhodey scoffed, holding back an obnoxious bout of laughter. Maybe it was because Tony knew him too well, and therefore could sense that he was about to call him out on his tomfoolery, because he then immediately changed the subject.

"Anyways," Tony cleared his throat quickly. "So, we can't watch that. Platypus, any suggestions that are equally nerdy? Gotta give the kid the enrichment he needs, of course."

Rhodey made an amused sound in the back of his throat and shook his head. "Right, right. Well, it's getting about time for horror movies, don't you think? Does the kid need a permission slip or something if we watch The Shining?"

"No," Peter said stubbornly, "I definitely don't."

"Hmm," Tony looked over him, his eyes narrowed. His hand scratched at his goatee speculatively. "Well, I suppose I'll allow it."

"Mr. Stark."

Tony couldn't stop chuckling all the way up the elevator. (It really wasn't that funny.)

So, sure, they put on The Shining. It's just as much of a classic as Rhodey remembered it being, and through the first half, he actually found the kid's weird little behind-the-scene blurbs interesting.

("Stanley Kubrick almost wanted Harrison Ford to play Jack," Peter said mindlessly, shoveling popcorn into his mouth. "Can you imagine this movie but it's just Han Solo the whole time? I mean, I love Han Solo, but I'm kinda glad they didn't cast him in the end. It would be fun though, to have like, an extra copy where it's Han Solo and not— er— ah, I forgot the name! I just had it—"

"Nicholson," Tony filled in, hiding a very fond smile behind his hand. He wasn't watching the movie in the slightest, but he didn't look like he'd rather be anywhere else.

"Right, yeah! Nicholson.")

The credits roll around, and Rhodey's getting hungry for dinner, so he yawned and stretched and looked over to ask Tony what place they should order from.

Tony was sitting very still, his eyes soft and crinkled at the edges, while the teenager snuffled sleepily on his shoulder. And Rhodey's never seen this before, it's so new to him, but he can't help but feel this is the perfect portrait of a man who's just found the piece of himself that's been missing for a long, long time.

"Baby's out for bedtime," Rhodey smiled.

"Yeah," Tony murmured gently. "He had a rough patrol last night. I'm really glad he's actually getting some rest."

Rhodey hummed nonchalantly. He studied his old friend for a few moments longer. There was a great comfort in knowing this is the first time he's seen a weight on Tony's shoulders that made him at ease.

"I've got to ask," Rhodey hazarded. "What are you thinking right now? Just, when you look at that kid."

Tony glanced up. "What, right now?"

"Sure."

Tony looked back down at Peter, who was properly knocked out, his mouth hanging open while he quietly snored. Rhodey got to see it again; the way Tony's eyes softened. A glint of that old vulnerability shining through like steel.

"I don't know," Tony answered thoughtfully. "I'm just happy he's happy. I mean, Christ, it's morbid, but it's nice to see him safe and healing, away from all the danger. It's nice to hear his heart beat at a calmer pace for once."

Rhodey let that settle in the space.

Tony smiled like he was amused. "He doesn't usually snore. He must really be tuckered out."

("Do you think..." Tony swallowed thickly. His teeth curled up in something bitter, like he was trying so hard to laugh, but just couldn't. "I mean, you know me."

"'Course," Rhodey affirmed, nodding over and over again. The world was a little spinny. He's gonna have to switch to water, soon. "'Course I do."

"Right, yeah. You know me." Tony drummed his hand on the table anxiously. "Just for throwing conversations out there... Do you think I'd be a good father?"

Rhodey's stomach lurched. He stared at Tony and the world went into focus for a few solitary seconds. "Huh?"

"I'd be shitty at it," Tony argued. "I mean, logic stands to reason, I'd just be awful. I don't know how to do it. There's not a lot I don't know how to do, and my whole philosophy for learning overnight doesn't really distend to parenting, does it? That's just... there's too much there. It can't be easy enough to just love, is it?"

Rhodey stared some more, the drunken shock only starting to wear off as Tony kept spinning himself into a spiral.

Tony looked at him, helpless. His smile, fake as it had been, faltered. He just looked tired. He looked scared. "Is it?") Rhodey swallowed the lump in his throat. "Hey, Tony?"

"Hm?"

"You're good at this," Rhodey said. "You're good."

Tony smiled crookedly, giving him a strange look. "Oh-kay?"

Rhodey nodded firmly. He pushed off the couch with a grunt. He started toward the kitchen. "Now, wake my nephew up so I know what type of pizza he wants."

After all, his stomach was rumbling. He had a delivery to call for.