#and i'm so glad you made it home after this ordeal

[the-cimmerians]

a storytime story. Not my story, it's my friend's, but she doesn't go here so I'm sharing for her. We'll call her Mara. Mara is a high-femme, lovely queer girl from a wealthy family in the southern US, but when I met her she'd been living in California for many years, chugging through her postgraduate education in Women's Studies. She rarely went home, because being at home was always a bit of a fraught experience: not unendurable (because to most heteronormative casual viewers the radiant queerness of a high-femme is pretty much indistinguishable from a quirky beauty queen waiting for the right football quarterback to sweep her off her feet), but still--not the most fun. Yet every once in a while, Mara would have a fit of 'dutiful daughter'-itis, and go home to mend some fences and keep some peace.

Mara's mother had often asked her to come with her to philanthropic events, but Mara had always said no. On this trip, however, Mara's mother had purchased a full table as an event sponsor, and she cajoled Mara into going with her. For those of you who haven't ever attended such an event, they are all different, and yet terrifyingly all the same (and I say this not as an attendee, but as an event-runner for various nonprofits; an event-runner who, fair warning, hates everything about these events, and this part of nonprofit work). There is some form of lower-calorie food (chicken or fish on greens with a very light citrus-fruit dressing is de rigeur, along with some sort of fruit-based airy parfait served in the smallest and most elegant glasses imaginable for dessert), usually an emcee (occasionally entertaining, but always inoffensive to the assembled guests), sometimes speakers (high-profile or famous women on a local or national level depending on the 'get' of the organization in question, or extremely well-spoken young people or teens for youth-serving organizations--with the youth in question being very carefully coached), and an 'ask'--the fundraising portion of the event, where the wealthy attendees compete with the rest of their friends and enemies in the social scene to be the most gracious and beneficent person in the room.

And there is gossip. So much gossip.

Poor Mara knew enough to expect some of this (mostly due to listening to me complain bitterly about how awful these events are), but there were aspects for which she was completely unprepared. Her mother had filled her sponsorship table with all of her closest friends, and the 'social hour' before the event started in earnest was a haze of white wine and a constant stream of excessively perfumed women dressed in full southern socialite chic, coming by the table to air-kiss cheeks and say how it's been ages since they've seen each other and what a darling ensemble, where on earth did you get it? and who does your hair now?--you must tell me, it's simply scrumptious--you look incredible, we really must do lunch some time soon--

...and the moment the woman or women in question moved on, the table, as a whole, in excited, urgent-whispered voices, would drag the everloving fuck out of every single lady they'd just been gushing over.

"Did you see how botched her last lift was? I hardly recognized her--I'm surprised she recognized me, with her eyes yanked back like that--" "so terrible, but she did go to the cheapest surgeon in town--husband has money troubles, you know--"

"Didn't expect to see her here, but I suppose you have to go somewhere to show off that large a collection of paste jewels--" "oh, stop, you wicked girl! But you're right, of course--and she gives herself such airs, like we don't all know--"

"Poor dear looks exhausted--apparently keeping up with her pool boy isn't easy at her age--" "Can't say that I blame her; that Carlos, have you seen him? Of course, she's hardly his only client. I've been dying for a pool, but my Henry just won't--"

"Quite a plucky little attitude for someone whose husband just left her for his twenty-two year old secretary--" "And after she put him through college and law school--I heard she's not even going to get to keep the house. She really should have sprung for a better lawyer--"

"I can't believe she still thinks she can fit into that dress, with all the weight she's packed on--" "Truly grotesque--just ghastly! Seems like last summer at the fat farm didn't do her as much good as one would have hoped--"

::giggle:: ::giggle:: ::giggle::

Mara was horrified, sitting there with a bland, polite smile frozen on her face, with her white gloves and vintage pillbox hat and charming little clutch bag, her seamed stockings and her kitten heels and her classic red lipstick and pin-curls (because in true unquenchable femme spirit, she had taken this occasion as an opportunity for dress-up, an opportunity for fun and play and sexy whimsy--a Gene-Tierney-does-pin-up-girl kind of vibe), utterly unable to see how to extricate herself from this terrible situation.

Another woman glided away from the table, coyly waving heavily-beringed fingers. "Yes, Darling," Mara's mother said, coyly waving back. "See you soon! Kiss-kiss! Love to Laurent!" She sat down and hissed to the cabal at the table: "Ha! Her husband just gave her an STD."

The woman to Mara's left leaned forward excitedly. "Really? Two-door or four-door?--wait, if it was the latest Aston Martin, I'm going to literally perish of envy--"

And that was the tipping point--Mara fled. Walked until she found a suitably divey coffee shop. Had a coffee and a slice of peach pie, and flirted with a soft Butch waitress until the world seemed less dire.

[cevansbrat0007]

Hey Brit! Did Andy survive April fools this year, sans any fake spiders in his cabinets?? 💞

Warning: Fluff, April Fool's Day Shenanigans, Minors DNI

A/N: Takes Place in my Growing Pains Series. Not beta'd, all mistakes are my own. Likes, Comments, and Reblogs appreciated.

I'm so glad you asked, especially since I didn't get around to writing a fic the way I had initially planned. Here's what happened:

As you might have guessed, April Fool's is a day that is near and dear to Baby Girl's heart. However, her loving husband, Mr. Andrew Barber, also made it known that he would like to have a spider-free day.

In fact, he actually made a point of emphasizing just how much he would prefer it.

And our girl, who is ever the doting wife, heard him loud and clear. Her poor husband did not want to be subjected to arachnids of any kind. And to be honest, she was fine with that.

But no one said anything about a possessed doll.

With her plan now in motion, she stopped by Target while out running errands to purchase this doll, along with some clear wire and some heavy-duty duct tape. Baby Girl was so filled with mischievous glee that she cackled all the way to the checkout lane.

After that, all there was left to do was wait. Although she did practice just a little. She watched a couple of tutorials and did a brief test run while the kids were out with Grandma. It took her a little bit, but once she got the hang of it she could hardly contain her excitement.

On the big day, Baby Girl knew she had to play it cool. Mostly because Andy woke-up feeling automatically suspicious, on account of the fact that he now has trust issues. All because of her.

It took a while, but by around 2:00pm in the afternoon, she had successfully lulled her Big Man into a false sense of security. So much so that he actually felt safe enough to fall asleep on the couch in his own home.

A rookie mistake.

While he was napping, our Girl quietly busted out the step stool and somehow managed to rig her demon doll to the ceiling fan without waking him. Next she grabbed the corresponding remote before retreating to her designated hiding place.

And then she called Andy's name.

It took a few tries, but the moment began to stir she turned the fan on low and waited to see his reaction. And boy, he did not disappoint.

As soon as that unholy doll began to "fly" around the room, Andy let out a positively terrified scream before trying and failing - not once, but twice - to scramble over the top of the couch before landing on his ass with a resounding thunk.

By the time their kids wandered into the room to see what all the commotion was about, it was to find their Mama laughing so hard she could hardly breathe. And once she managed to stop laughing long enough to explain her little prank to their brood, they got a kick out of it too. Junior and Rory found it especially funny.

Meanwhile, Andy was so put out by the whole ordeal that he didn't speak to his wife for the better part of an hour. Of course they made up later that night. But it doesn't change the fact that that poor man has officially had a new fear unlocked in the form of creepy ass dolls.

Thanks for the ask!

[lovelybrooke]

Hey, I’m hoping I can request a one shot where the couple from good omens had to take the reader in for the night because the parents had a last minute thing they needed to do and they didn’t have anyone else who could help them. Maybe what they would do all night and what the couple would take about in private.

Thanks!

Proof I Don't Hate You (Platonic Yandere Good Omens)

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Yeah sure, here you go. Also I literally can't remember if Aziraphale lived above his shop or not, so if I'm wrong let's just pretend.

I made this very Crowley focused so--sorry If that's not what you wanted.

Masterlist

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"A-Are you sure you're okay with this? We really don't want to bother you with anything, my sister can--" 

"Mrs! Please--it's no problem to me at all, I promise." You watch as Mr. Fell attempts to soothe your mothers worries. Your father has been sick for the past few days, and after waking up in the middle of the night with a fever of 105 degrees, you all knew it was best if he got to a hospital as soon as possible. Mr. Fell had given you his number in case of emergencies, so you were quick to message him about the whole ordeal. He responded almost immediately, assuring him that it was fine for you to stay in his home above the bookshop. 

For a moment you thought it was weird how quickly he responded, but your mother wasted no time shoveling you all into the car and driving as fast as legally possible towards the bookshop. Even while concerned over her husband, your mother was worried about bothering your boss. 

"You're positive?!" Your mother breathed a side of relief. "Thank you so much--hopefully we'll be back soon, early morning at the latest, I promise you." Mr. Fell looked barely disturbed, all smiles. Your mother sighed once more, giving you a kiss on the cheek. "Be good--please. I'll be back in the morning." 

You nod, whipping your cheek a bit as you watch her speed back towards the car. Hopefully your father was okay. 

"Sorry about all this Mr. Fell." You spoke lightly as he ushered you into the flat. It was very cozy, much like the shop below him. There were books everywhere, in the hallways even, littering the floors. He had many plants, most of which you knew had to be from Mr. Crowley, for a second it was sweet, before you remembered that it was Crowley. 

"There is no apologies needed, I'm glad to have you over." He sounded so, his voice sweet and comforting, making you nearly forget about the less than ideal situation. If it was anyone else, it would be awkward staying over at your boss's home, but he is too understanding, making all your worries melt away. 

You eventually make it to the living room of his flat, choosing to sit down on the couch as you watch his scurry around. He goes to where you assume the kitchen is, hearing the sound of dishes clanking and water pouring before he's back in the main room, handing you a drink and what you assume is left-over food. You thank him before taking a bite, savoring the meal. 

"I know it's late but I have games if you'd like to play one." You nod your head as you watch Mr. Fell pick up many different board games and show them to you. Most of them looked old and unopened, making you wonder if they were from a collection. You didn't have time to ask however "I also finally found those books you were asking for if you'd like to read those. I also--" You wonder how long he’d continue talking if something didn't stop him. 

"Angel I--what are they doing here?" You look over to see Crowley, glasses and all, a small plant tucked away in his side. You smiled slightly at the sigh, it was sweet, but apparently that just annoyed Crowley more as he sneered at the sight. 

Mr. Fell eyes wide only for a small second before responding. "(Y/n)--Crowley--is staying over while their father is in hospital, so be nice." His voice was more strained on the last part, which almost made you laugh. 

Crowley groaned as placed the plant down on the ground, near a few others. He messes with a few of their leaves, checking them over for a small moment before taking a seat of the chair across the couch, slouching as he stares you two down. "I'll try." His voice was just as strained as Mr. Fell's. 

That seemed like enough to satisfy Mr. Fell, him smiling as he clasps his hands together, a very different sight to his partner across from him. Sometimes, you wonder if you did something to make Crowley hate you. It must've just been you, since from day one he's seemingly wanted nothing to do with you. You don't think about it too much, it makes you feel weird whenever you do. You don't hate Crowley, in fact you like him a lot, but sometimes you wonder if it's your fault for reciprocating his negative behavior. 

You're broken out of your thoughts by the sound of Aziraphale gasping, standing up suddenly. "I almost forgot--you two wait here, I have another game somewhere..." his voice trails off and for the first time in the night, you're nervous. You like Crowley, but knowing he's observing you from behind those glasses of his filled you with dread. 

"Mr. Crowley, why do you like plants so much?" You don't know why you asked him, but it just felt right. He looked genuinely surprised by the question, shifting in his seat a bit while he mulled over the question. 

"...they're easy to take care of--for the most part if you know what you're doing." His snarky voice made you laugh, and for a moment you thought you saw Crowley smile--but it must've been your imagination. 

"Could you teach me--how to care for plants I mean." You ask. 

Crowley leans his shoulder on the arm of the seat, placing his chin on hand. He smirks at you, but there is less distaste in it, you can tell. "You sure you can handle it, plants are a lot of work, kid." 

"I can manage." 

"Mr. Fell over here seems to work you to death, you look tired, or is that how ya always look." 

You frown lightly. "I-I mean with school and everything...you're no better, always covering your face as well!" You poke and Crowley moves his hand to cover his mouth slightly, but you could see the smile bits of a smile. 

"I don't always cover my face--just when you're around." You scoff at the statement, crossing your arms. 

"Oh, just say you hate me already." You playfully groan. Crowley however doesn't take it that way. the playfulness, something so rare in the man, was all gone, replaced with a familiar cold expression. 

"Don't say that--I don't--I don't hate you." He says, his voice low. The smile on your face disappears and you're back to being nervous again. 

"--It was a joke." You nearly whisper, obviously started by the shift. 

"I know--It wasn't funny though." He almost sounded like he was whining, it was annoying. 

"You act like it though." Maybe you were stirring the pot, poking the beast, but you couldn't help it. Not when he was acting like some sort of victim, all because of a joke. "You constantly tease me at work, and you make fun of me when I get upset or defensive--" 

"That's different though." 

You wanted Mr. Fell to come back. 

"How is that different?' 

He was taking so long. 

"--because I don't hate you." 

Hasn't he heard all this? 

"Then why do you act like it?" 

Crowley remained silent, and the air remained still, until Mr. Fell returned. "I found the game!" He said excitedly, oblivious to what transpired. 

The night progressed like a blur, you played a few games, pretending as though nothing happened. You could tell something was wrong with Crowley. he was more stilted than normal, but you couldn't bring yourself to care. 

Eventually, you succumbed to sleep and was moved to the spare bedroom by Mr. Fell. He carefully shut the door before quickly moving back into the living room, Crowley sulking on the chair, his back facing him. He moved to stand in front of the demon, annoyance clear on his face. "Would you like to explain what happened?" 

Crowley shrugged. "You heard?" He asks, his voice uncharacteristically small. 

Aziraphale rolled his eyes. "I'm not deaf--of course it heard Crowley! What were you thinking?" Even while clearly angry, the angel attempted to keep his voice down so as to not wake you up. 

"Why would they think I hate them?" Crowley asked, almost in disbelief. "You know me angel--I hate a lot of things." Crowley stands up, almost distressed "but I don't hate them." He points towards the spare room. 

"I know that Crowley." Aziraphale pointed towards themself, emphasizing the I. "But do they?" He points out, and for a second it seemed as though Crowley understood. 

Emotions were confusing with Crowley. With Aziraphale he had a lot, lot more time to figure everything out, but that doesn't mean it wasn't confusing. He loves Aziraphale, that's clear as day, but he wasn't able to figure that out in a day, or a month, or a year, or a decade. It took centuries for him to say those words, but he doesn't get that grace for you. 

Your life is finite, a small speak in the endless sea of other humans they've met. At first he'd thought you'd be like the others, a human who lives, breathes, and then dies, someone he'd forget in a few years. But it was never that easy for Crowley, something always had to change. You managed to worm your way into Aziraphale's heart, and now, he wonders if you did the same to him. 

Crowley wonders for a while why you think he hates you, he looks back on his previous interactions with you in a mixture of embarrassment and disgust. His behavior was, less than favorable to say the least, and for once of his life, he wasn't proud of it. You are a kid, confused and complicated, and he surely wasn't helping. For the rest of that night, he was disappointed in himself. 

You went home early the next morning, you didn't say a word to Crowley. You were waiting for him to do something, you weren't going to fold. Call it stubborn, but you were tired of his behavior. 

So color you surprised when you showed up to work after school, seeing a small succulent on the table you place your stuff by often. For a moment, you thought it was for someone else, that this was just a coincidence, but a small note near the plant changed your mind. 

"(Y/n), Proof I don't hate you. --Crowley." On the back of the note were a few little notes on how to take care of the plan, all neatly written and easy to understand. 

You smile. 

You'd have to thank Crowley later.

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A/n: I don't know if this was what you wanted, but I hope you enjoyed.

[jesuisici33]

Fuck it Friday

tagged by @daffi-990 @disasterbuckdiaz @wikiangela

really saying fuck it, by posting snippets from two wips! first is from you have my heart, and the second one is from a new wip i started based on the current book i'm reading, thank you for listening, in which buck and eddie are romance novel audiobook narrators.

Hen walks over to Bobby, who seems tired and exhausted over the whole ordeal. She doesn’t blame him. Bobby always seems so good at keeping it together, the man deserves to let go of his mask once everyone is gone. However once he sees her, the smile slips back on. She shakes her head, letting him know it’s okay to be human with her. “It’s been a long day, Cap. I’m just glad this one ended happily for everyone this time.” He nods at that. Bobby gets up, meaning to head for the fire truck. Hen reaches a hand to stop him. “I wanted to let you know. I noticed – Chimney and I noticed – something. Something we think you should know.” Closing her eyes, she musters up the courage to say what Chimney and she silently agreed on between themselves. She told Chimney about Buck a little before he came back out of the house, and she was there as Chimney took care of Eddie’s vitals. They had to keep Buck from being in the ambulance bay as they checked Eddie over during that portion.  “Neither Buck or Eddie have their hearts.”  Bobby takes a breath at that information. “I see,” he says after a moment of silence. “Cap?” Hen searches his face, which has turned to his Captain Face. All blank and void of emotion as if he’s assessing a critical scene. “Tell me what you’re thinking.” Bobby meets her gaze. He’s exhausted, and clearly wants to go home to Athena. Hen feels the same way. Wants to go home and bring Denny into her and Karen’s bed so she can cuddle with him like when he was a toddler. “I’m thinking…that they’ll tell us when they’re ready. And when they are, I’m going to have a bitch of a time filling out new paperwork.” Bobby claps her on the back and lets her drive home that night. Hen can’t say he isn’t right. They technically don’t know how long Buck and Eddie have had each other’s hearts. However, she hopes Bobby isn’t making the wrong decision of letting those boys take their time to tell the 118. After all, despite how tired she is, she does have money on them telling them they’re a couple soon.

Second snippet under the cut.

Buck looks up from his book to greet everyone when he stops in his tracks. Already there’s someone recording in the booth. In his booth. 

He ignores the glares and eyerolls from Bobby, Hen, Chimney, and…Athena? She doesn’t often come to Buck’s recording sessions. Only to quickly see her husband and check how well their employees are doing. With Bobby primarily in charge of the romance side of things, Athena is primarily in charge of the mysteries and thriller novels. Buck’s sister, Maddie likes to narrate those types of books. Her speciality being ones where the female lead solves the crime. 

Buck watches as this new guy continues reading from something that sounds like a Western. A Texan accent easily slips through his lips. “‘As I watch Thomas carefully set his blanket down on the ground, wiping away any wrinkles to make sure it’s nice and neat, I can’t help but remember how sheltered this man is. Sure, he’s had a few tumbles getting through the mountains, but to his core, Thomas is a city boy meant to go back into polite and humble society. Once I get him back to his family, that’s where we part ways.’” 

He’s…fine, Buck grumbles. Hen turns to him, a smirk on her lips. He must have made some sort of noise for her to be looking at him like that. Buck quickly morphs his features into a smile, although from her widening grin, he doesn’t think he pulls it off. 

Keeping quiet, he whispers to Bobby, “Who is this guy?” 

“Eddie Diaz, new narrator. Athena finally convinced him to join us. Been trying to get him to join the 118 for months.” 

Buck’s eyes widened in shock. Eddie Diaz? He’s practically as famous as Buck in the romance genre. Buck’s been guilty of looking himself up in the audiobook romance spaces, and saw that time and time again, he and Eddie tended to be neck and neck on the most popular male narrator. With both women and men swooning over their voices. The last poll he saw, he lost by one percentage point to Eddie thanks to his latest book having an impressive amount of dirty talk. (Buck’s not bitter about it. He swears he’s not.) 

“What do we need him for?” Everyone laughs as if Buck has told a joke. He didn’t. Buck already has to deal with Eddie stealing his thunder on the internet, he doesn’t need to deal with the same thing at work. Buck worked hard on getting where he is. Soon, Eddie will be taking book deals that should be going to Buck and Buck will be right where he was when he started at this record company. He’s not going to let that happen. 

“I’m going to be another half hour with Eddie, Buck. If you want you can listen, or you can wait outside for your time to record,” Bobby tells him. Buck considers it. He’s heard some of Eddie’s narration before, however getting to see how Bobby directs him this last half hour would be beneficial to see just where he lands now that he knows there’s competition.

“Yeah, alright.” He plops down on the couch next to Athena. He sees she’s got a copy of what he assumes is the book Eddie is narrating. The cover depicts two men on it – one dressed as a cowboy and the other in a Victorian suit. Buck files the name of the novel to find it later on his Kindle. Meanwhile, he listens to Eddie read to everyone in the booth.

the book Eddie is reading from is completely made up, sorry! tagging @hippolotamus @malewifediaz @911-on-abc @loserdiaz @eddiebabygirldiaz @monsterrae1 @liminalmemories21 @apothecarose @mammameesh @rmd-writes @wandering-night19 @rosedavid @alrightbuckaroo @carlos-in-glasses @cold-blooded-jelly-doughnut @paperstorm @thewolvesof1998 @wildlife4life @eowon @pirrusstuff @your-catfish-friend @theotherbuckley @aroeddiediaz @ramonaflow @spotsandsocks

[ellivenollivander]

OKAY ELLI LISTEN HERE.

As you are Leander's Wife and the only person on this Green earth I trust to tell me a single fucking thing about him...

CAN I PLEASE have some headcanons or ittle bittle blurbs about how Leander Prewett would be meeting his significant other's family the first time?

I just picture this boy instantly endearing himself to his future in-laws, because let's be honest - they're inviting him into the family after the first meeting.

Like, I bet he brings a pretty potted plant as a thank you gift for hosting him, helps prepare dinner, cleans up after, pulls out the chair for his partner...

And their parents just SWOON.

Yes? YES?

TELL ME YOUR THOUGHTS I WANT TO MELT.

This ask made me smile so big LMFAO! I'm glad you're getting your information on our favorite gangly ginger from a reputable source 😉 and you know there is nothing I would rather do than talk about Leander Prewett.

YOU ARE ABSOLUTELY RIGHT THOUGH.

My thoughts on Leander Prewett meeting his partners parents for the first time... He would be an absolute anxious mess beforehand, and after, and during the entire affair (internally). Outwardly though, once that front door opened and he was standing face to face with the folks who had brought his favorite person into the world and brought them up to be who they are - he would be polite and kind and gracious and appear confident. Ever-prepared, He would grill his partner about EVERYTHING to do with them. What do they do for work? For How Long? Are they allergic to anything? (for his host gift, obviously.) What are their hobbies? What do they hate? Until his partner soothed him with a kiss, along with the comforting assurance that they would love him, to calm his stammering questions of panicked preparation. He would absolutely never show up empty-handed, his mother taught him better than that. Though it would not be just a run of the mill nice bottle of wine, (he would bring that too, to share after dinner.) No, he would go above and beyond, to not only prove himself as a person, but as evidence of how he listened to their child as a partner. "Your son/daughter mentioned you've recently gotten into ferns, Mrs. [SoandSo], I repotted this from my mothers garden, from one herbologist to another, I do hope you like it." "Mr. [SoandSo]! I hear you're a fan of the written word, I picked up this copy of [very nice edition of classic book], Thought you might like to add it to your collection." And yes, He absolutely would be the perfect gentleman (as he is all of the time). Opening doors, pulling out chairs, helping prepare dinner, helping clean up dinner, etc. etc. He would be extremely polite throughout the entire ordeal, genuinely complimenting everything about them and their home. Their house, their clothes, the meal, but especially, their kid -- his partner. It would not just be "Yes, they're great. I love them." It would be ranting and raving, ecstatic praise of everything he loves about them. "You should have seen them on the quidditch pitch in their match against Ravenclaw. Breathtaking, really." "Their alihotsy in herbology was the best in class. Think it could stand against Professor Garlick's truthfully."

ALL IN ALL

He would be nervous, as most people would be, but he would be his normal GOOD BOY self, and we love him dearly for it. A gentleperson and a scholar.

[amaya-writes]

heyyy, i was stalking your work and really love it! i was wondering if you could do a hc for the haikyuu setters? just something along the lines that y/n was with the team, they got bored so, they decided to do a little vb game with y/n and one of the spikers hit y/n in the face a little too hard lol and the setters tend to them and just spend the rest of the night with them just caring for them. sorry if this doesn’t make sense! i hope you’re having a good day and resting well!

Notes: I'm glad you said hcs because otherwise this would have taken forever to write also I don't really use the term y/n in fanfics so I'm sorry if you wanted that-

Warnings: n/a just fluff, slight mentions of blood tho

Characters involved: Oikawa Tooru, Kageyama Tobio, Miya Atsumu, Sugawara Koshi

Gender-neutral reader, you/yours

Oikawa Tooru

Thinks it's funny, but he doesn't laugh.

At first, he just walks over to you and checks if you're okay, once he's certain you're okay then he'll purposely take a couple minutes off to sit on the sidelines with you as an excuse to goof around.

"Don't worry darling, I will avenge your wounded nose- and ego."

Gets smacked on the head by Iwaizumi and is forced to return to the court while you sit on the sidelines and watch the game.

But Oikawa is quick to return to your side during breaks and gloat about how he destroyed the other team to avenge you.

Overall, he doesn't really take the situation very seriously since he knows it was just a small injury.

It's why he wouldn't really bother with cuddling you to make you feel better or anything since Oikawa thinks it's really no big deal.

But he will cuddle you to make up for the hour or so you were forced to just sit on the sidelines and watch them play.

Is the type to try and hug you right after the match when he's all sweaty and pretends to be offended when you run away from him.

Kageyama Tobio

The other person better say their prayers because Kageyama is fuming at the sight of your injury.

He calms down a little once he sees you laughing about it and joking about war scars with Sugawara (who immediately went into mom mode and took care of your injury while Kageyama death stared the person who hit you) but he's still pretty mad about the whole ordeal.

Kageyama is the type to apologise to you for getting hit since he was the one who asked you to come but also calls you an idiot for getting hit in the first place.

His Tsundere ass will go back to the game and insist you just sit and watch but also turn to look at you like every five seconds to the point where Ukai just kind of subs Sugawara in for the last few mins.

Once the two of you are alone and walking home together he'll insist on holding your hand and ask you if your nose is okay like five times.

He won't actually cuddle you either unless you initiate it but unlike Oikawa, Kageyama is worried about you.

It's easy for you to see that with the way he nervously turns away every time your eyes lock because he still thinks the injury is his fault.

But Kageyama does kiss you on your nose before leaving and tells you to ice it so it can heal, and that gesture shows you just how much he cares for you.

Miya Atsumu

Is concerned at first but then finds it funny.

He also blames Osamu for you getting hit just for shits and giggles and then the two of them get into a (not so serious) argument while Kita actually patches you up.

Does the 'I'm going to win this match to avenge you baby' thing then proceeds to lose because their coach made him and Osamu play on different teams so he literally just spent the match trying to aim his serves at his brother.

Once you're both heading home and he somehow convinces you to go over to the Miya household, Atsumu is actually the one who has to be cuddled rather than you because he's upset he lost.

Will literally just lay on you and whine for a bit before he remembers about your injury and peppers your face with kisses.

Ends up forcing Osamu to cook for you because you lost blood (was a couple of drops) and just cuddles you the entire night on the couch while watching a movie.

Sugawara Koushi

The only one who's actually concerned and rushes to your side immediately.

He'll abandon the game for a bit to make sure you're okay and fix up your wound (band aid and all) and then go back to playing.

But once he's done Suga's right back by your side asking you if you're feeling okay and making Daichi go get you ice for the small bruise that formed.

He calms down once they're completely done with practice and have cleaned up, but expect the occasional question about your wounds when you're walking together.

Suga does like physical affection so expect to constantly have an arm or hand on you while he does cheesy things like spoon-feeding you at the restaurant the team drops by (lowkey loves how embarrassed you get because of the PDA).

He might even cuddle you through the night depending on the severity of the wound or just kiss you at your door and text you through the night until you fall asleep.

[redheadspark]

For your may prompts!

16. Being ready for the next step with Oliver Wood, I miss him.

happy writing!

A/N - YAY STELLA! I love this request for our boy Oliver! How fantastic, thanks for requesting this bestie!

Present

Summary - Oliver only wanted to think of the future and what was ahead, and all you can think about was the present.

Warnings - nothing but fluff for Oliver!

"We need to go over the plan again,"

"What plan, Oli?"

"Our main plan! You know, the plan of all plans!"

"Darling, I think there has been a hiccup with that plan, clearly,"

Oliver paused as you were perched in your chair, eyeing him with a wide grin as he was looking from your eyes over to the clear evidence that was on your lower stomach.

Your pregnant stomach, shows you were due in 3 weeks.

Oliver, being the over-planner since his earlier days in Hogwarts as the Gryffindor Quidditch Captain for some years, wanted to plan out his future as a married couple. You both had decent jobs and were making decent money, especially since you two were young and recently married.

The only hiccup that did happen was the Second Wizarding War that took place at your old school, to which you both went to fight against Voldemort and the Death Eaters. It was a long and violent night, though you both made it out alive. Since Voldemort's defeat, Oliver wanted to move on and have a normal life with you. As did the rest of the world, but especially Oliver.

So now, a year after the Battle at Hogwarts and things once again calming down, you found out you were pregnant. You were shocked, but it wasn't too scandalous or a big ordeal. Oliver wanted kids, he grew up around plenty of cousins and little ones in his home and he grew attached to the thought of being a dad. You wanted kids too, though you were thinking that you were a bit farther down the lane in your marriage. But you both were excited, about having a new little one in the world to care for and to raise,

Better now than back when Voldemort was still at large.

"This little one has made a hiccup in our plan, Mr. Wood," You reminded him as he sat on the same ottoman where your feet were perched, taking one foot in hand and massaging the swollen ankles and the sole of your foot, "And although we are excited to have a little one around here very soon...I know you're anxious,"

"How can I not be?" Oliver asked in a shrug, "We're still healin' from what happened. The Weasleys still need us, they haven't been the same since..."

He paused, looking down for a second and you knew who he was talking about. You hummed.

"I know, sweetheart." You reassured him, "I think you've been doing an amazing job looking after Ginny and George, even Molly has been telling me you're amazing for helping her and the family,"

"They've been my second family for some time, apart from you," Oliver hummed with a small smile as he continued his massage on your other foot, "I'm glad we have George as the Godfather,"

"I'm quite surprised you didn't ask Harry," You tased him as he pinched your ankle in retaliation, "We need to invite him and Teddy over for dinner one of these days, after the baby comes,"

"I'd like that," Oliver agreed, you rubbing your belly and leaning back a bit in your chair, "You think we're ready for this? Being parents and having a baby around here?"

"Yes, yes I do," He replied instantly, making your smile go big as he placed your feet back on the ottoman before facing you, running his fingers up and down your leg.

"It's gonna be a huge step for us," You reminded him.

"Aye, but a step we can take together," He explained, "I keep thinkin' back to if we were doin' this during the war, and if somethin' would have happened to ya. I'm just...I'm glad we're doin' this now,"

You sat up a bit and took his hand in your own, feeling him hold your hand nice and tight. Olived love you with all of him, every ounce and every inch. Working so hard to get where you were, dealing with and surviving a War that almost ruined everything for you, it seemed as though you two could conquer anything. You would do anything, be anything, to be with Oliver and to have this happiness stay.

"Me too," You agreed as Oliver leaned over to kiss your cheek lovingly, "And I am still not convinced that we were having a daughter."

Oliver laughed, "I think we are! Didn't it say in that muggle book that if your belly's low it's a girl?"

"Since when do you read those books?" You asked him in a mocked challenging tone.

"Since I found out I'm gonna be a Da!" He replied, poking your side, "Our little gal is gonna be a flyer, like her mum, and a quidditch player, just like her Da!"

"We'll have to see, won't we? And don't start planning her life out already, Oli! Wait until she comes at least!"

"Okay okay!" He replied

He kept that promise, waiting until his daughter Poppy Wood was placed in his arms 3 weeks later.

The End

May Prompt Session

[mateoluvr]

hii! can i request a jealous!gekko x gn!reader where he does a bunch of physical touch in front of the person who's a littleee bit too close to the reader as a way for him to show that the reader is his??

thanks if you take the request!! your gekko writing has been an amazing gift to feed my gekko brainrot <3

a/n: hello!! thank u for requesting i saw this at like 2am around my time last night and quickly just finished it just now- hope u like it!! ( sorry there might not be that much touching from him in there ;_; ) but i'm glad i've been able to feed ur brainrot <3

gekko/mateo x gn!reader

wc: 1k

you were invited to one of your friend’s parties and the invitation let you have someone of your choice tag along with you. of course you asked your boyfriend come along with you, since the two of you were inseparable. 

[ y/n ]

hey mateo!! wanna come with me to my friend’s party today?

[ mateo ]

yeah sure bebé!! what time?

[ y/n ]

i think it starts around 8 does that sound good? 

[ mateo ]

yep it does! just let me know the address later, i’ll ttyl my break just ended, te amo <3

[ y/n ]

love u too!! <3

so later that day after you both got off work, you both went home since you decided to meet up there first. after you took a quick hot shower to ease yourself, you changed into worthy party attire after searching deep into your closet. when it was time to leave, you got into mateo’s car and he drove you two to the party. on the drive there he was complimenting on how nice you looked.

“mi amor, you look amazing.” 

“aww.. thank you teo you’re too sweet.”

when you both arrived at the given location your friend gave you, you could already see the vibrant lights through the window. as you were about to ring the doorbell, your friend opens the door on coincidence.

“oh hey y/n!” 

“wow.. that timing, I was just about to ring the doorbell.”

“there’s a delivery that’s supposed to be here any minute so i’m going to wait outside, feel free to go on in.”

your friend scoots over to the side, and you hold onto mateo’s hand as he guides you both through the door. once you stepped foot in your friend’s household, you were greeted with blasting music. you could basically hear it everywhere throughout the house and it made it feel like the walls were made of paper. 

“god, it’s so loud in here.” you complained, but you looked at mateo, but he had the opposite reaction to yours. he was full on grooving with the music, which was kinda cute to you.

“yeah it’s kinda loud, but I dig it.”

your friend came back with the food delivery she mentioned earlier and set it out on the long countertop near the kitchen. she offered you and mateo to help yourselves, but you turned down the offer since you weren’t hungry yet. mateo on the other hand, was slightly hungry but since you weren’t eating he didn’t either. so he just offered to grab a drink for the both of you and nodded.

“i’ll go grab some drinks for us, you stay right here, okay cariño?” he says, patting your head.

“don’t worry I’m not going anywhere,” you gave him a thumbs up, as he slipped through the crowd of people, and before you knew it his vibrant green hair was no longer visible.  

you decided to sit by a nearby couch and scanned around the room, you had a tad bit of social anxiety. you sometimes attended parties, but have never been to one this packed. you suddenly hear someone sit beside you, and you turn thinking it is mateo.

“welcome back- oh.” the smile on your face quickly fades away.

“hey there,” the unfamiliar individual greets you.

you glanced at the man, breaking eye contact instantly not knowing what to say.

“what’cha doing all by yourself?” he questions as he slowly checks you out.

“oh i came with someone, they’re just away for a bit.. he’ll be back soon.”

“doesn’t matter ‘cause he’s not here so..” he coos, as he leans towards you.

you scoot all the way to the end of the couch to get away from the creep. but he still proceeded to inch closer to you, too close. mateo witnesses the whole ordeal and his grip firmed on the cups in frustration; nearly crushing them.

why the fuck was this guy that close to you? he thought to himself.

he immediately barges in before anything too serious happened. he aggressively set the drinks down on the side table to free his hands. then he places his hand on your shoulder, and you turn around from the sudden touch; relieved to know it was your boyfriend. mateo glares at the man, unhappy that he was trying to make a move on you. 

“hm? and who must you be?” the stranger asks as he notices mateo's appearance.

mateo stays silent, and took the opportunity to sit right in between you and the guy with the space that was left on the couch. his eyes still locked onto the man, mateo’s arm slowly finds its way around your shoulder. he tugged you towards him, and you could see one of the man’s eyebrows arch in confusion on what he was trying to prove.

“does this not say enough?” 

“doesn’t excuse you leaving ‘em all alone like that.” 

mateo gets tired of his bullshit, so he gently touches your chin so he doesn’t hurt you, and pulls you in for a kiss. it surprised you a bit since it was so sudden, barely got to process what was happening. you just went with the flow though, it ends up lasting for a few minutes with the guy staring with a blank face. as you both pull away, mateo emphasizes his feelings towards you to grab his attention.

"te amo mucho y/n," he boldly blurts out in front of him.

“get the memo now dickhead? they’re mine. vete de aquí.” mateo says in assertively which ends up making the man scurry off. i mean, mateo was never the type of person to get mad, so it was a bit scary to see him this way.

mateo’s face slowly grows a grin, as he watches the man run off into the sea of people in defeat.

“thank you.. that guy was a total creep.” you sighed slumping onto his shoulder. 

“anytime bebé, i wasn’t about to let his hands on you. only mine can.” 

“someone’s jealous! but, i think we both knew that already.” 

“maybe a tad bit.. oh and the drinks are to the side, sorry the cups are kinda crumbly.. i mayhaps nearly crushed them.” he points to the cups on the table to your left.

“it’s okay, don’t worry about it teo.”

“let’s just never go to a party again.. don’t want any more men near you.” he mumbles as he holds you close to his chest.

you giggle, agreeing with him as you weren’t that fond of attending parties too. you just made an exception since your friend was the hostess. 

“you wanna just go home and maybe.. watch a movie and cuddle?” you suggest as the party wasn’t too enticing to you.

“sounds like a great idea, that way no more men can pry on my y/n.” he jokes, eliciting an eye roll from your end.

[minty-mumbles]

Heyo hope you’re having a wonderful weekend!! I was just wondering if you would be able to share some hc’s of how Wind discovered the others weren’t normal humans in your monster au? (Not sure if you’ve answered this already or not so sorry if you have!) no pressure! I love this au!! 💜

I have made a post about this before, but you inspired me to do a little bit of writing for this AU again! Sorry it took so long to answer your ask

The first section is set a few weeks after Wind met Time. (He was given a concussion and nearly mugged, but Time saved him and carried him home.)

(Read on AO3 here)

~~~

"I didn't expect to see you here, Wind."

Wind turned to look at the person addressing him, expecting to find one of his grandma's friends or someone like that. He mentally prepared himself for the ordeal of having to sit through someone making small talk and trying to pinch his cheeks. He silently cursed himself for choosing to sit in a cafe after school instead of going straight home. (He just couldn’t help himself. The Red Lion Cafe had the best coffee in town.)

Instead of his grandma’s friends, he found the familiar figure of the God who had saved him two weeks ago. Time, Granny had said his name was. 

"Uhhh," Wind said, trying to calm his racing heart. It wasn't often you were directly addressed by a God, after all. "Hi?"

Time's lips twitched as if he were hiding a smile. "I'm glad to see you again. I was worried about you after the other night. No lasting problems, I assume?"

"Uh, no." Wind agreed. "The doctor said the concussion wasn't that bad." 

The "doctor" had actually been Granny, who’d scanned him using some medical runes. (The kind she still wouldn't allow Wind to study, saying they were too advanced for him.) She’d said he'd be fine. He didn't need to tell Time that though. Better to let the man think he'd gone to an actual medical professional.

"That's good." Time gave him a satisfied look before he turned and gestured behind him. For the first time, Wind noticed a kid hovering nearby, who’d been partially hidden behind the bulk of Time’s frame.

They had cropped blond hair that almost reached their shoulders and gray eyes that were startlingly intelligent. They wore a multicolored oversized hoodie and a pair of black tights, and their hair was pushed out of their face with a green headband.

"This is Four.” Time introduced. ”They and their grandfather live in my- They're my tenants." Wind picked up on Time's swift self-correction, wondering what that was about. Four and their grandfather live in Time's- What? 

What would make a God correct himself? Wind tucked that question into the back of his head, and refocused on Four. They smiled at Wind and offered a soft wave in his direction. "Nice to meet you. I've heard only good things."

Wind snorted. "You mean you've heard how I got a concussion from a pair of muggers in an alleyway." Four shrugged, not denying it. 

Wind took a moment to let his senses explore the magic hanging in the air around him. As a Psychic, he was able to sense and manipulate the universe’s natural magic. And that meant that Wind was able to see people’s natural auras. No matter what kind of magic someone used to hide their form, a Psychic was always able to see through it by sensing their true self. 

Pointedly not looking in Time’s direction, as they didn’t want to be overwhelmed by the God’s strong aura, Wind carefully inspected Four’s aura.

Four’s aura made the taste of smoke fill Wind's mouth, and they fought down the automatic cough in response to the flavor. If they hadn’t already known Four wasn’t Hylian, that would have confirmed it. Every Psychic that was old enough to sense auras was taught how to recognize shapeshifting and glamor magic. The smoke was a dead giveaway. Four was using some sort of shapeshifting magic to hide their true form. 

Underneath the smoke, Four’s aura was smaller, somehow, than a regular Hyian’s. Not less powerful- no, quite the opposite- but it seemed to take up less room than a Hylian aura would. Streaks of red, blue, green, and purple magic danced behind Wind’s eyelids when he blinked at Four.

Wind… had no idea what they were. It was obvious they were not Hylian. (Not that Wind had expected them to be, considering they were hanging around a God.) But he had no clue what they could be otherwise. He’d never seen a magical signature like Four’s before.

Yeah... okay. Wind mentally shrugged. It wasn't like he had any room to talk. He wasn't being honest about the fact that he wasn’t Hylian, either.

Wind blinked, shaking himself out of his thoughts. "Well, It's nice to meet you anyways, Four! Do you go to Castle Town High School? That's where I go."

Four flushed a bit, looking slightly embarrassed. "Ah," they said, not meeting Wind's eyes. "I actually did online school. I graduated early and took an apprenticeship at the local blacksmiths."

As the two talked to each other, Time- who seemed pleased that the two were getting to know each other- wandered away toward the counter to order himself a drink. Four took the opportunity to pull out the chair on the other side of the small table WInd was sitting at.

"Are you still working on that, then? Are you apprenticed at Rohan’s Forge?" Wind didn't know very much about Rohan, the old Goron who ran the local forge. But he did know that Rohan was a strict teacher who very rarely took on apprentices. 

Four looked even more embarrassed, his ears flicking as he wouldn’t meet Wind’s eyes. "Um, I already finished my apprenticeship." 

Wind's jaw dropped. He would almost say it was unbelievable, to get a mastery in a craft before you’re twenty. But Wind had no idea how old Four truly was, so he couldn't say it was out of the question. 

Four’s aura was similar to a sixteen year old Hylian’s in terms of maturity, but Wind doubted Four was actually sixteen. They were probably the equivalent age for their species, but that could be hundreds of years old. Chances were they’d been alive for far longer than Wind. Ample time to get a mastery in the craft of their choosing.

Wind also noted that Four had carefully avoided saying where they’d been apprenticed.

Oh, well, he could play along. "Really? That's so cool! You must be really good at smithing then, to get a mastery so young!"

Wind left the cafe that day with Four's number in his contacts, and a promise to text each other later. Wind didn't even care if Time had orchestrated the meeting or not. Four seemed like a chill dude, even if Wind didn't know what kind of creature they were. 

~~~

Wind had become a bit of a regular at the Red Lion cafe since the day Time had introduced him to Four. The two of them had made it a habit of hanging out there after Wind got out of school, and they met up almost weekly. 

It looked like Wind got to the cafe first today, which was a bit unusual. Four was almost always the first one here. He got his coffee and claimed their usual table, a little one tucked away into the corner. Settling in to wait, Wind pulled out his physics homework. He sighed.

Wind hated physics. There was too much math involved for what was supposed to be a science class. 

After a while- long enough that he was starting to worry Four wasn’t going to show up at all- Wind was shaken out of his concentration by a commotion up the cafe’s counter. Pulling his eyes away from the problem he was trying to solve, Wind took a glance at the yelling.

There was a man leaning over the counter and shouting at the barista, his face beet red with anger. 

Wind frowned. He knew that barista. Not by name, but she was often the one who took Wind’s order, and she’d never been anything but polite. Wind doubted she’d actually done anything wrong to deserve the man’s anger.

It seemed Wind was right, as he listened for a few more moments. The man was only angry because the barista had given him an iced coffee, and not a hot one. That was it. Hardly something to be yelling about. The girl could just make him another drink, but instead of asking, the man had decided a simple mistake was worth throwing a tantrum over. 

Wind frowned, considering if he should say something. No one else was doing anything, and the barista looked like she was about to cry. But what could Wind really do? The man probably wouldn’t take him seriously. 

Wind was still considering what to do when the man suddenly fell flat on his back. Wind blinked. The man had been steady on his feet only a moment ago. Why had he fallen? 

Wind carefully scrutinized the scene, and he was probably the only one who noticed that the iced coffee the man had been holding was floating midair. It hovered for a split second, before moving slightly to the left and falling right on top of the man’s head.

Hmmm. Something was off here. 

Wind tilted his head and reached out his senses towards where the man had fallen. His suspicions were confirmed. Definitely magical interference.

The ghostly form of a teenager was hovering over the man and laughing openly at him. The boy hadn’t been there before, when Wind had been looking with just his eyes, so he was definitely magical. (If the fact that he was floating and see-through hadn’t tipped Wind off.)

The boy was floating over the flabbergasted man who was still splayed on the floor and covered in coffee. His long hair obscured his face, although Wind saw the hint of scars crawling up his neck.

This wasn’t a ghost, although he looked like one. Ghosts didn’t laugh. They didn’t pay any attention to Hylians. And they definitely couldn’t interact with the physical world.

This was a Poltergeist, a sentient spirit who lived off chaos.

Should Wind leave? He wasn’t very experienced with Poltergeists. He’d read a little bit about them, sure, but there weren’t very many of them in the city, so he’d never seen one before. 

At this point, he doubted Four was going to show up, and if the poltergeist noticed Wind could see him, he might be in trouble. He started to quietly shove his homework in his backpack.

And then- 

“Hey, sorry I’m late.”

“Four!” Wind exclaimed happily, spinning around to see the other teen standing behind him. “I thought you weren’t going to show up.”

“Yeah, sorry about that,” Four said sheepishly. “One of my friends wanted to come, and he wouldn't take no for an answer.”

“That’s fine,” Wind said, a little confused. “I don't mind meeting your friends.”

Four sighed slightly, taking a seat. “Yeah, but Wild can be a little, uh, Wild. He can be overwhelming to meet.” 

Wind snorted. “It sounds like he’s named well, then.”

Four nodded. “He is.”

“I am!” A new voice cheerfully agreed. Wind looked up, and had to suppress his startled flinch at seeing the Poltergeist standing there, now in a corporal form with his feet firmly on the ground. “Sorry, I was in the bathroom.” Wild continued and pulled over a chair from an unused table to take a seat next to Four.

Wind knew for a fact Wild hadn’t been in the bathroom. Wild had been harassing the rude customer, making him trip at least three times on his way out of the cafe, and utterly humiliating him. (Wind could still hear someone nearby muttering about how the man must have been drunk.)

Well. Wind always knew that Four would have weird friends. And it’s not like Wild’s actions had been harmful, per say, so…

“Hello, Wild, It’s nice to meet you!” 

~~~

Hyrule laughed easily. Wind figured this out soon after he met them. 

The first time Wind heard Hyrule laugh, he hadn’t even known them for ten minutes. Wild, who’d been the one to introduce Hyrule to them, had done something stupid and slightly chaotic- as was typical for the Poltergeist- and Hyurle had laughed at him. 

Their laugh sounded like sweet chiming bells. And not in the metaphorical way, where people describe someone’s laugh as “sounding like a bell” as a way to say their laugh was pretty.

Hyrule’s laugh was literally the sound of overlapping ringing bells. Wind wasn’t the least surprised when he took a peak at Hyrule’s aura and saw the familiar sight of delicate Fae magic. 

Wind had never spoken to a Fae before, but plenty of them lived in the Lost Woods. He’d seen them out of the corner of his eye while he was playing in the woods as a kid, and he’d sensed their magic. It was a little strange, he thought, that Hyrule didn’t seem to mind being in the city. Most Fae preferred nature.

Smiling, Wind lets his own giggles join Hyrule’s.

~~~

Werewolves were one of the creatures that Wind could actually identify based on their magical signature. He’d seen plenty of them around the city before, and his Granny had been sure to point them out to him. The local Werewolf packs were always easy to spot when they were out and about. 

Wind had identified Twilight based on his aura alone, but he hadn’t really needed to see Twilight’s magic to know what he was. Everything about the man and his actions screamed “Dog.” 

Not to mention, the marks on Twilight's forehead that signaled his worship of the moon goddess. That was a bit of a dead giveaway. 

(There was also that time Twilight had started chewing on the bone of cucco drumstick after he’d already picked all the meat off it. But by then, Wind was already aware that Twilight was a Werewolf, so didn’t draw attention to what the man was doing.)

~~~

A bell jingled merrily somewhere deep in the shop when Wind pushed open the door to Ravio’s Curio Shop for All Occasions. An unfamiliar voice rang out from the back of the store in response to the chime. “I’ll be out in just a moment! Feel free to look around!”

Wind shuffled awkwardly in place. He hadn’t come here to shop. He'd come to find Legend, since she’d promised to help Wind with his history project. 

Legend had mentioned before that she’d gotten a degree in art history at some point, while carefully not telling Wind exactly when she’d gotten said degree. When Wind had gotten the assignment to make a presentation about a Renaissance artist, he’d practically begged Legend to help him. The project was due on Monday, and since it was Saturday, he didn’t have a lot of time to finish it. Wind hoped she hadn’t forgotten. 

As he waited, Wind did as the voice instructed and took a look around the store. The inside of the shop was jam-packed with cluttered shelves. The one nearest to him was filled with assorted jewelry, and another was filled with an odd assortment of keys, old coins, and other small metal trinkets. Yet another shelving unit was stuffed full of books. The ancient tomes overflowed haphazardly onto the floor next to the shelf, piled in stacks that were almost taller than Wind.

The whole shop was like that, packed full of bits and bobs in only a semi-organized way.

A pleasant musty smell that reminded Wind of old secondhand bookstores filled his nose, and the wooden floor creaked under his feet as he cautiously moved into the shop to wait at the front desk. Despite the age of the building, the interior was well taken care of, clean, and dust free. It was obvious the shopkeepers took pride in their store.

Not that Wind expected anything less than that from Legend and Ravio, her business partner that Wind had yet to meet. The only thing that looked slightly out of place was a bird cage set behind the counter with a white and blue bird sitting within it, head tucked under its wind and apparently asleep.

Legend didn’t seem like the kind of person who would keep a bird in their shop. But maybe the bird was Ravio’s?

After a few moments of waiting, someone pushed aside the heavy velvet curtain that separated the back of the store from the shop floor, and came hustling out. 

The person wore a long purple dress that came down to their ankles, with a belt cinched around their waist. A blue and purple striped scarf was wrapped around their neck and tossed over their shoulder, and a pair of green rupees had been transformed into earrings that dangled from the person’s long ears. 

Their eyes were a bright unnatural green that matched the shade of the rupees that made up their earrings. If Wind didn’t know any better, he would assume the person was wearing contacts. It was just like Legend’s pastel pink eyes, Wind mused. 

It was unnatural. At least for a Hylian.

The person laid eyes on Wind, and he could see them immediately light up at the sight of a customer. “Hello!” They chirped, “My name is Ravio, and welcome to my shop!” 

Steamrolling onwards and apparently not in the least bit concerned that Wind hadn’t had the time to say anything, Ravio turned their attention towards a lamp that sat on a nearby table. It was an ugly thing, with a marbled neon green and pink pattern, and a yellow lampshade. 

“Why don’t you buy this lovely lamp?” Ravio asked. “It’s a bit old-fashioned, but it would be a conversation starter. I’m sure it would look lovely in your living room! Only a small price of ninety nine rupees!” 

Ravio’s voice had turned soft and lyrical, and Wind couldn't help but think Ravio was right. The lamp was a bit old-fashioned, but maybe Granny would like it? The green and pink pattern would go nicely with the decoration in the main sitting room of the house….

Wind blinked, and abruptly all those thoughts immediately faded away as if they’d never been there. In retrospect, they seemed ridiculous. There was no way the pink would go with their home decor, and Granny would be so mad at Wind if he spent all his allowance on an ugly lamp.

Ravio’s voice… It had put those thoughts in his head somehow. It was magic, obviously, but what kind? 

WInd knew of only one creature that held that sort of power in their voice.

Sirens.

Wind stared blankly at the Siren for a moment.

Granny had told him about them before. Weren’t Sirens supposed to live in the sea? Wind had thought so, but here one was, standing and breathing on land. 

And Ravio must be a Siren. He didn’t know of any other magical creature that could be so convincing with their voice alone. He’d have to check the library when he got home and see if they owned any books about Sirens.

Wind reached out his magical senses towards Ravio, reaching out along the natural magic of the universe until he reached Ravio’s aura. Immediately, familiarity struck him. The aura had a dreamy ephemeral quality to it that could lull Wind to sleep if he let it. Despite a few key differences- the kind you would see between individuals- it felt exactly like Legend’s aura. 

So that’s what kind of creature Legend was. 

Legend’s attachment to wearing his choker everywhere made sense now, Wind thought. He must be trying to hide his gills. 

Wind ended up staring at Ravio longer than he intended to as he took in the feeling of the Siren’s aura. It was enough that Ravio’s grin became a touch uncertain. “Uh, kid?” When Wind still didn’t say anything, Ravio sighed and muttered. “Oh well, I guess that lamp’s a bit of a lost cause. Can’t even make anyone buy it…”

Ravio quickly recovered, his voice returning to its happy tone. “We have other objects if you don’t care for lamps! Over here we have some vintage locks. Most of them don’t have their keys, but-”

“Um, no thanks.” Wind interrupted. He wasn’t trying to be rude, but Ravio was the one being rude in the first place, using his Siren song on another magical creature. Wind didn’t know a lot about sirens, but even he knew that wasn’t polite.

Not that Ravio had any way to know Wind was magical, but still. It was the principle. 

Ravio blinked at Wind with wide eyes. It took a moment for the Siren to register that Wind wasn’t affected in the slightest by his song. When they did, they squeaked. “O-oh! Sorry, sir, I didn't realize, uh...” As they stuttered, the shopkeeper turned redder and redder, flushing all the way up to the tips of their ears

When Ravio looked like they were going to run away and hide in the back of the store, Wind took pity on them. He wasn’t offended by Ravio using their song on Wind, so there wasn’t any need to make a big deal out of it.

“It’s fine.” He shrugged. “I was actually looking for Legend?” 

“Oh!” Ravio relaxed when Wind dismissed their mistake, a sliver of confidence returning to them. When they realized what Wind was saying their eyes widened. “Oh, you’re that kid she was talking about! She didn’t mention that you were…” Ravio trailed off, not knowing what magical creature Wind actually was. “Magical.” He finished lamely.

Wind shrugged, not bothering to tell Ravio that he was a psychic. “Legend doesn’t know.”

“But you know he’s a siren?” Ravio questioned. 

Wind suppressed a snort. If he hadn’t already figured it out, Ravio would’ve just given the game away. Not that there was a game, really. At least not one that his friends knew they were playing. “Not until about two minutes ago.”

Neither one of them seemed to know what else to say. Ravio was grimacing at Wind, and Wind was sure he was making a similar face back at them. 

“Let’s never speak of this to anyone.”

“Agreed. Legend is out right now, but she’ll be back soon. You can come and wait in the back for her, though.”

And just like that, the incident was mostly forgotten.

[dismemberment-on-a-tuesday-night]

Sanctuary part eight

TW: loneliness, referenced captivity, referenced religion, implied blood drinking, vampire caretaker, human whumpees, multiple whumpees

Dear diary, Mordecai and I have had such a wonderful time together. He has exceeded all expectations I may have had for him. I always judged fellow suitors not against each other, but against the value of my solitude. His foolish trespassing was, as the men of Christ phrased it, a blessing in disguise.

It was only a few weeks ago when every subject in my diary was of what I had done. Perhaps some beauty I had seen in the plants, insects, and animals surrounding my home. But now, I have another to write of. A welcome break from the monotony I did not realize existed.

He has made a habit of drawing on my arm while I am absorbed in reading. You know full well how this world melts away when I'm conjuring others in my mind, plucked from the ink stained pages of a novel. He too has noticed, and takes great delight in it.

Today, he drew flowers and leaves in beautiful shades of purple and green. The art is still upon my skin as I write this, as I hardly have the heart to wash it off. I am glad Mordecai has made such good use of my art supplies, which I have not touched in an upsetting amount of time.

His appearance has changed so much since I first reached him, proving his wonderful recovery. There is now color in his cheeks, and he moves with vigor suiting a man of his age. Though he is still weak, and often requires my help with lifting heavy objects. I do not mind.

Mordecai is not only happy to be in my company, but also grateful for all that I afford him. I have gotten back into practice with cooking. His skills are lacking, to say the least. It is evident that he relied on his sister for everything before our meeting. I do not pity her, but I do understand her plight.

On that subject, he speaks often of his sister. A young woman named Rahab, and his only family. He has requested that I take her in if he convinces her to escape her bondage and come here, much as he did. I agreed. Though I fret that the trek through the swamp could kill her. Especially as winter comes near.

I cleaned out another bedroom, and found clothes that could suit her. This house used to belong to a wealthy family who left it vacant when they succumbed to a bout of consumption. They left their things, having no one left alive to inherit, and I have found the clothes and cooking supplies very useful.

If Rahab does join us, I am sure Mordecai would be overjoyed. And I am more than willing to cook for the both of them. Though I do hope Rahab is as useful as Mordecai has made her out to be. It would be very nice to have her help around the house after she has recovered from her ordeals.

Mordecai's only flaw is being rather useless in matters of keeping a home running, so I am glad to be getting a few meals out of him. That way he does not feel guilty for inconveniencing me. Truly, his company is the greatest gift any man could have given me. I look forward to many more hours of sitting in silence with him.

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[basketprutas]

WHAT IF? ✧*。

We were meant to be?

Characters: Businessman!Childe & fem reader

Genre: arranged marriage, angst to comfort. Set in an alternate universe

Notes: Second post, lets go (ᵔ◡ᵔ) I've been on a roll, and I've been motivated to write a lot for some reason. Let me know what you think by sending something to my inbox!

No song to recommend except speak now (Taylor's version) because that's all I played while writing this (though I do recommend Castles Crumbling)

I recently started writing again; click here to learn more about me ^-^

Being married to a successful businessman such as Tartaglia would be a dream for others, but it felt like a nightmare for you. 

You’d spent little to no time with one another, always passing by each other when the both of you would leave for work. In the same house that never felt like home.

He was dismissive of this whole ordeal; he clearly disliked the thought of an arranged marriage, but you weren’t sure if it was the idea of it or the fact that it was you who he got married to.

Were you unattractive in his eyes? Is he detested to be with someone like you? Sure he may have had a long line of women waiting for him, but you considered yourself to be at least presentable.

Now you spend your days alone, despite having everything at your grasp.

Did you really have everything, when you had a husband who refused to acknowledge you?

˗ˏˋ ꒰ ♡ ꒱ ˎˊ˗

You got home one day, tired and sleepless. You had to finish up a huge deal with a potential client and you were exhausted by the time you arrived home. Seeing that Tartaglia wasn’t home, you plopped on the couch and drifted off to sleep, letting your body rest after a tiring day.

An hour later, Childe comes home to see you peacefully sleeping.

He wastes no time and grabs a blanket to drape over you.

You wake up hours later, confused with the blanket on your body.

“You should sleep some more, it’s still the evening.” Tartaglia calmly says as he goes back to his room.

You slept again, confused and wondering if he felt obligated to do that or if he genuinely cared.

˗ˏˋ ꒰ ♡ ꒱ ˎˊ˗

The morning you woke up, he was the same dismissive Tartaglia that you knew. He never acknowledged what happened last night, and just went on with his routine before leaving the house.

It ate you up inside how you couldn’t understand him. Does he hate you? Is he staying for the sake of the company?And it hits you; He feels obligated to do all of this because it really is for the company.

That hurts to think about. But how can you complain when it’s as plain and simple as that?

You can’t ask for more, you’re just a marriage on paper.

Everyone just needs to believe you’re in love, you don’t actually have to be.

So why do you feel you yearn for someone so close yet so far away from you?

˗ˏˋ ꒰ ♡ ꒱ ˎˊ˗

Those thoughts crept up more and more as the weeks went by. It was clearly affecting your performance; you kept missing meetings because of how nauseated you were knowing Tartaglia was going to be in the same room as you.

You made your time out at work earlier so you don’t have to see him at the house, and made your wake-up routine earlier than his so when he wakes up you’re already out the door.

All of that just to avoid him, to avoid seeing him, and realize you were falling deeper and deeper into something you shouldn’t have.

But all of that effort was thrown off the window when both of your families set up a dinner party, forcing you and Tartaglia to be at arm’s length.

“Same as before.” Was all he said before leaving the car to enter the estate.

You know the protocols the both of you set up to make it convincing for everyone; his hands on your waist and a bright smile with champagne on the other hand.

It hurt to smile like you were his when you know you weren’t.

“So how have the both of you been?” A guest asked.

“Same old, same old. Me and Tartaglia have been busy lately. I'm just glad we have time to ourselves when we go home at the end of the day.” You reply, hugging him with your arm as you leaned in close to him.

“I’m surprised you still use Tartaglia, don’t you feel comfortable calling him Childe?” Your eyes perk up at that comment.

Shit.

“Force of habit, apologies.” You pass it off as a joke.

The night passes and you decide to stroll in the garden at the back of the estate, alone. Acting like you really were lovers took a toll on you tonight, most especially with these new-found feelings of yours that were getting harder and harder not to ignore.

As you sit on a bench, looking up at the stars, you think.

Is he getting tired of this? He’ll probably ignore me again when we go back home. I just hope no one asks us any more questions, I don’t think I can handle it.

The thoughts were overwhelming. Before you know it, little droplets of rain start to fall on you rapidly. When you stood up, you were already drenched in the very strong rain. Instead of running back to the estate, you sat back, letting the rain pour onto you as you decided to cry it all out.

Pathetic as it may be, it was helping you let out your feelings. You cried, sobbed, and didn’t care if people saw you. Either way, they wouldn’t know that you were crying because of how strong the rain was.

What you didn’t know was Childe was looking everywhere for you, out of concern because of the rain. When he saw your silhouette in the gardens, he wasted no time running up to you.

“Hey-” He called out your name as he ran. “Tartaglia?” You brushed off the tears rain from your face and looked up at him. “What are you doing here? It’s raining so hard!” He screamed so you could hear him through the pouring rain. 

You couldn’t answer right away. “Sorry.” Was all you could think of saying as he grabbed your hand to make you stand up. “You could’ve gotten sick! You don’t like getting sick, right?” 

It was true. While it would be natural for someone to hate being sick, you hated it on another level. When you would call in sick for work, you’d still have your laptop ready on your bed as you experienced a fever.

“H-how’d you know that?” You ask. “I know all kinds of stuff about you! How you hate people being late, how you like your coffee hot, how you would arrange the spices at home in alphabetical order for some reason.” He laughed, still talking loudly through the rain.

He looked beautiful. Despite the rain on his face, despite his look of concern for you, he was majestic.

“Wait, were you crying?” He asked. His hand instinctively held your cheek.

“I-I wasn’t.” You lie. “Your eyes are red.” “That’s because of the rain-” You try to excuse yourself.

“Like hell it is.” 

He quickly wrapped his arms around you. 

“Are you okay? Did something upset you tonight? Is that why you’re here in the rain?” He quickly asked those questions and you couldn’t help but let the tears fall as you stayed in his arms. “I’m sorry I’m usually more put together, I…” You couldn’t say the words. 

Maybe, for now, this short-lived affection was enough for you.

“You can tell me anything, you know that right? I’m your husband after all.” Those words caused an incredible amount of pain to you for some reason.

You breathed deeply before asking,

“Am I your wife, then?”

He looks at you, confused. “Of course you are. I know I don’t really show it, but I care for you. A lot. Contract or not, I still want to be married to you.”

One sentence was enough for all of your worries and fears to go away.

“You don't know how much those words mean to me.” I sigh and hug him tightly.

He smiles fondly and accepts the hug as the rain poured down on the both of you.

“I’m sorry. It seems like I had something to do with your current state.” He says, still holding you.

“I thought you hated me… hated this.” You finally admit.

“I could never hate this. The only thing I hated about this whole thing was how I never got to fall in love with you the right way.”

“What do you mean?”

“You-- gods you’re beautiful, you know that? And I was mesmerized by you when I would see you at gatherings. When I got the news we had to get married, I should’ve been happy. But I wasn’t. You didn’t have the chance to love me for who I was and instead, you were dragged into this contract. So I… I made sure to be distant. For your sake.” He says, clearly feeling guilty and upset about how he handled the situation.

“Clearly, that isn’t working. And I’m sorry. I thought you liked this arrangement…” His voice starts shaking. “I’m sorry too. For making it such a big deal-” “It is a big deal. No man should treat their wife this way and I learned my lesson for trying it myself. I won’t make this mistake again. Not when I finally know you feel the same for me.”

You had enough power within you to look at him in his eyes.

His mouth was trembling.

You put your arm on his cheek and smile.

“Can I finally kiss you?” You ask.

“I’ve been dying to do that.” He replies.

The two of you lean on one another, lips touching with a bright smile. Despite the ongoing rain, you savored that moment. The moment when everything clicked.

The moment when you knew you were meant to be with him.

When you pull away, the both of you smile, still holding one another. “We should probably get back now.” He laughs. “We probably should.”

He holds your hand as the both of you walk back to the estate, drenched from the rain but happy and content. 

END.

Notes: this trope has a chokehold on me and I swear I won't stop loving it ♡( ◡‿◡ ) This one is a bit longer than my first post, that's because I really wanted to flesh out the story properly with the right amount of angst and comfort. Hope I provided that!

Inbox is always open for suggestions and comments.

-Clara

[stargazer-sims]

New Arrival

Treasure was grateful that it didn't take much effort on her part for Yuri to realize something wasn't right.

Yuri quickly took all her fancy accessories off, and put her familiar, comfortable halter back on her. That made a big difference. The flower crown was pretty, but it had been starting to make her ears itch. Now that she'd felt the first nagging little pain in her belly and really understood what was happening, she was suddenly not in the mood to be tolerant of any unnecessary distractions like an itchy ear.

Treasure: I think it's time. We need to go home. It might be a while before the foal comes, but I don't want to experience any part of this out here in the open.

Yuri: Come on. Let's get you home and settled in your stall. It's going to be a long day for you, but don't worry. It'll be okay. I'll make sure you have everything you need.

It did indeed turn out to be a long day. Early morning dragged into late afternoon, and from Treasure's point of view, things just kept getting worse. She thought Yuri would be with her constantly, but he left at random intervals to do whatever it was that humans did inside their houses. He always came back again, but that was not the point. She was suffering and she hated being alone for even two seconds.

Storm was conspicuously absent, which she decided really didn't surprise her. Then again, maybe it was in his best interests not to be anywhere near her, as there seemed to be a direct correlation between her level of pain and her feelings toward Storm. The more it hurt, the more she felt she wanted to leave hoofprints on his forehead the next time she saw him.

Treasure: STORM!!! You did this to me! This is all your fault!

Yuri returned just in time. Treasure had reached a point where she was certain she wouldn't survive this ordeal, and she needed him to reassure her.

Yuri: You're doing brilliantly, Treasure. You're so strong, and you're such a brave girl. I don't think it'll be much longer. You'll get to see your beautiful baby soon.

Spot took a break from his daily session of rolling in trash to sneak in and offer some encouragement as well. Treasure never imagined that she'd welcome the presence of the stinky little goat, but she had to admit she was glad he was there. Maybe he wasn't so bad after all.

Just as the sun was beginning to set, Treasure gave birth to a handsome little colt.

Yuri: Treasure, you did it! Look at him. He's perfect.

Both Treasure and the colt were up and standing on wobbly legs, exhausted but proud, when Storm finally made his appearance with Cookie in tow.

Yuri: Storm, look at your baby. Isn't he cute? He has your eyes.

Storm: It... it's a boy?

Treasure: You took your time getting here.

Storm: Did you actually want me here?

Treasure: I did... but I didn't? I'm sorry. I shouldn't have said it like that. I'm glad you're here now.

Storm: It's okay. I deserved it. I should've been here. Besides, look what you just did. You can get away with saying whatever you want after accomplishing that, as far as I'm concerned.

Treasure: Thank you.

Storm: I should be thanking you. I mean, like... I'm really proud of you. And just look at our awesome boy. Storm Jr.

Treasure: No. We are absolutely not naming him that.

Storm: What? Why not?

Treasure: Because he's not just a copy of you. He's a combination of both of us, and he's his own unique horse. He deserves the best of everything in life, and that includes discovering who he is and being allowed to find his own way. How's he going to do that if he thinks he has to live up to your name?

Storm: Oh. I never thought of it like that. What are we going to name him, then?

Treasure: I'm too tired to think about that right now.

Storm: Maybe we can just let the humans name him. They gave us pretty great names, so I trust them.

Treasure: *nodding* Yes, I'm fine with that. I'm going to try to sleep for a while now. I'll bring our son out to meet everyone tomorrow.

Storm: I'm probably not gonna be able to sleep all night! I can hardly wait for tomorrow, so we can show him off.

Treasure: *amused* So you can show off, you mean?

Storm: Well, yeah. That too.

Treasure: Try not to stay awake all night. That'll really take the shine off all the strutting around you're going to be doing tomorrow.

Storm: Right. Gotta get my beauty sleep. Unlike you, 'cause you don't need sleep to make you beautiful. You're the most beautiful horse on the planet, and maybe in the whole universe. But like, you still need to sleep. You should definitely get as much rest as you can, and—

Treasure: Storm.

Storm: Uh... yeah?

Treasure: Good night.

For once, Storm managed to take the hint. Treasure loved him, but he could be a bit too much at times, and all she wanted right now was some peace and quiet. She wanted time to bond with her baby and recover some of her strength.

Tomorrow would be a fresh new day, in which she and her son could begin their adventures in the outside world together, but she wasn’t quite ready to share him with the world yet. Tonight, she wanted him all to herself, so she could admire him and revel in the miracle of him.

She’d already forgotten the worst of the pain, and somehow his presence felt more like magic and less like misery with each passing second.

That is your name, she thought. Magic.

She closed her eyes. She’d have to think of a way to communicate her son’s name to the humans, but that could wait until the morning.

[loveroftoomanyfandoms]

Salvation Chapter 3: Reader

Pairing: Matt Murdock x F!Reader

Summary: Reader is walking home one evening and gets attacked in an alleyway... until the Devil of Hell's Kitchen himself comes to her rescue. After passing out during the ordeal, she wakes up in the apartment of one Matthew Murdock, a kind and handsome lawyer who treats her injuries. As she and Matt get to know each other and grow closer, will someone from Reader's past tear their happiness apart?

Warnings/Tags: Angst with a Happy Ending, Attempted Sexual Assault, Past Domestic Violence, Stalking, Kidnapping (Y'all, seriously, please mind the tags)

Word Count: ~31k total

A/N: None.

Y/N hummed to herself as she bustled around her kitchen. 

She and Matt had been on several more dates over the past month that they had known each other -- attending a special performance of the NY Symphony in Central Park, taking in a poetry reading at a local bookstore, and having a quick breakfast together at one of the local diners before Matt had to go to work. After a particularly harrowing week for both of them -- Matt having just wrapped up a long and frustrating case and Y/N having had several deadlines on projects for different clients, one of whom was being difficult -- she had suggested that Matt come over for dinner and a quiet night in, to which he had readily agreed.  

She set the squash casserole she had made into the oven to bake and set the timer, then moved to her refrigerator to check on dessert. She knew that Matt liked cheesecake, so she had modified a no-bake recipe she had found online.

Luckily it appeared to be set, so she left it alone and proceeded to load the dishes she had used to mix her casserole together into the dishwasher.

She had just finished when there was a knock on her door. "Just a second!" she called out.

She wiped her hands on a dishtowel and walked to the front door. "Hey, Matt," she greeted as she opened it. "Come on in."

Matt stepped over the threshold and gave her a warm hug. "Hi, Y/N."

Y/N lingered in his embrace, tucking her face into his neck. After a few moments she stepped back and took his hand. "Here, let me give you the tour. You can leave your cane by the door if you want."

She had learned that Matt wasn't totally blind but instead saw 'a world on fire', as he had described it, and therefore was able to get acclimated to new surroundings fairly easily as long as he was able to figure out the layout of whatever space he was in. "Right here on the right is the bathroom, and down the hall here on the left is the living room. Kitchen and dining area are straight across from it to the right, and if you keep going straight you'll hit the staircase going upstairs to the 3rd floor, which are the bedrooms and my office."

Matt nodded. "Got it."

She led him into the living room. "Dinner should be ready in just a few minutes. Would you like something to drink while we wait? I've got beer, wine, water, juice, soda…"

Matt nodded. "Water is fine. Thanks."

"Okay. If you want to have a seat I'll go get it. You're right on the side of the sofa, just mind the coffee table."

Y/N walked into the kitchen and checked on the casserole, taking the aluminum foil off of the pan and switching the oven to broil to brown the top before grabbing two bottles of water from her refrigerator.

Matt looked over in her direction as she walked back into the living room. "Dinner smells amazing," he said with a smile.

"Thanks." Y/N handed Matt one of the bottles of water as she sat next to him on the sofa. "So, how was your week?"

"Long, but I'm glad we wrapped that case up. How was yours?"

"Same. Had a particularly difficult copywriting client, but I finally managed to finish up the project I was doing for them to their satisfaction." Y/N shrugged. "Won't be doing another one though, even if they asked me to."

She took a sip of her water. "So do you have to go to court often?"

Matt shook his head. "No, not unless we're working a criminal case or if civil negotiations break down, which really doesn't happen all that often. Most of the time people are happy to avoid having to go to trial, which is why all those big corporations are always so eager to settle."

Y/N nodded in understanding. "Congrats on the win, by the way."

"Thanks."

Y/N's oven timer beeped. "That'll be dinner."

Matt followed her into the kitchen. "Need help with anything?"

"Um, yeah, actually. The drawer right in front of you is where I keep my utensils. Can you grab a couple of forks then get the bottle of wine I have breathing on the counter behind you and to the right?"

Matt nodded. "Sure."

Y/N fixed them each a serving then set their plates down on the table and poured them each a glass of wine. "I'm glad we're getting to do this," she admitted as Matt sat across from her. "I've missed seeing you this week."

A broad smile spread on Matt's face. "I've missed you too."

They each took a bite of their food. "Wow, this is excellent," Matt said.

"It was my mom's recipe," Y/N explained. "I was a bit of a picky eater as a young kid, so it was her way of sneaking vegetables into my diet until I started eating them on their own." 

She laughed. "Imagine my surprise when I found out that my mom's 'baked rice dressing' frequently had squash or broccoli in it, or was made with cauliflower instead of rice altogether."

Matt grinned. "That's actually pretty clever."

They continued talking about their respective weeks while they ate, Matt filling Y/N in on the specifics he could share about his case and Y/N telling him more about the client from Hell.

"They wanted me to ghostwrite an article for a magazine publication," she explained as they finished eating, "which I usually just charge a flat rate for since something like that normally only takes me an hour or so, but they just gave me a broad topic to write about then proceeded to reject every version of the article I submitted because it 'wasn't what they asked for'."

She shook her head. "I finally asked them what it was exactly that they wanted, which turned out to be nowhere even near the original topic they gave me."

Matt grimaced. "Geez, I'm sorry about that."

"Yeah, and that's exactly why I won't be doing another job for them again." Y/N stood. "Anyway, enough about that. I made a no-bake cheesecake for dessert, so let me take care of these dishes and I'll get us each a piece."

Matt stood as well. "Here, I can help with those."

Y/N shook her head. "Oh, no, I've got them. I'm just putting them in the dishwasher. You can get the cheesecake out of the refrigerator and pour us another glass of wine though if you want. I have some Riesling in the door on the second shelf."

Matt nodded. "Okay."

Y/N set the plates in the dishwasher and gave their wine glasses a quick rinse while Matt got the wine and cheesecake out and set them on Y/N's kitchen island.

Y/N set the wine glasses in front of Matt before cutting them each a slice of cheesecake. "I was thinking that we could take these into the living room if you want."

Matt nodded. "Yeah, that sounds great. I'll bring the wine, you grab the cheesecake?"

"Yeah, sounds good." 

Y/N led him back to the living room and set the plates down before walking over to her record player. "How about some music?"

Matt set the wine bottle and glasses down on the coffee table and picked up one of the slices of cheesecake. "That sounds nice."

Y/N selected a record and put it on to softly play in the background.

Matt tilted his head. "What is that? It sounds vaguely familiar."

"It's the soundtrack to the 2005 film version of Pride and Prejudice ," Y/N replied as she took a seat next to Matt. 

Matt nodded. "I think Foggy had that movie playing one day while I was over there. He was trying to impress this librarian who was a huge Jane Austen fan so he read all of her books, then watched every film adaptation he could get his hands on so he could actually understand them."

Y/N laughed. "Let me guess… that didn't work."

Matt shook his head with a grin. "He wound up even more confused than ever and just gave up."

"Aww. So he never asked her out?"

"Oh no, he did. They went on a couple of dates but ultimately decided it wasn't going to work. I think she actually wound up moving to England or something shortly after." 

He grinned. "That wasn't the first time he'd done something like that to impress a girl though. He took Punjabi in college because the girl he was crushing on was also in the class."

Y/N laughed. "Have you ever done anything like that?"

Matt shook his head. "It's never really been necessary. Being blind has its own set of perks."

Y/N laughed. "Like what, getting to ask women to help you cross the street?"

"Things like that, or getting close so they can describe things to me like I'm also hard of hearing." A small smirk appeared on Matt's face. "Or having them hold my arm to guide me while I'm walking them home." 

Y/N grinned and shook her head. "Smooth, Murdock. Real smooth."

"It worked, didn't it?"

Y/N chuckled. "Yeah, I guess it did."

"Well, then." Matt took a bite of his cheesecake. "Oh, wow."

Y/N couldn't help but smile. "Is that a good 'wow' or a bad 'wow'? Because I hear that New Yorkers are serious about both their pizza and their cheesecake."

"Definitely a good wow." Matt took another bite. "Mmm."

Y/N took a bite of her own piece. It had definitely been a good idea to cut back on the sugar and substitute actual vanilla bean rather than use vanilla extract as the recipe had called for. "I kind of tweaked the recipe, so I wasn't 100% sure it was going to turn out okay. In hindsight I probably shouldn't have experimented since I was planning on actually serving it to someone, especially someone I actually like ."

"So…" Matt said, a small smirk appearing on his face. "You do like me."

Y/N laughed lightly even as her face heated. "Of course I like you, you dork. I wouldn't agree to keep seeing you if I didn't."

Matt grinned. "Good, because I like you too."

He paused. "This is probably going to sound really strange, but can I feel your face? It helps me more accurately picture what you look like."

"Oh, uh, yeah, sure." Y/N turned to face him. "What do you need me to do?"

"Just hold still and let me know if I'm making you feel uncomfortable. I have to get pretty close to you." Matt scooted closer and tentatively reached out towards her. "May I?"

Y/N nodded. "Yeah, go ahead."

Matt began with her forehead, trailing his fingertips over her hairline, then feeling his way down her temples and along her jawline. 

Y/N couldn't help but wonder if Matt would be as gentle tracing other parts of her. Heat flooded through her. Chill out, Y/N.

Matt paused, his head tilting to the side. "You're blushing. Everything okay?"

"Yeah," Y/N reassured him. "You can keep going."

"You sure?"

"Mmhmm. Yeah, I'm sure."

Matt continued mapping Y/N's face, swiping his thumbs across her cheeks, on the sides of and down the bridge of her nose, and eventually across her lips.

"You're beautiful," he breathed.

Y/N's face heated. "You know that just from tracing the contours of my face?"

Matt shook his head with a laugh. "I know this sounds like a line but I already knew it. This just helped me fill in the blanks." 

Y/N's face heated again. "And how did you know that?"

Matt looked adorably embarrassed. "The day you came into the office to return my coat… After you left I might have asked Foggy to describe what you look like."

Y/N grinned. "Wanted to know if you needed to make an excuse to cancel?"

Matt chuckled and shook his head again. "To me physical appearance is the least important trait in a woman -- for obvious reasons -- but Foggy said you were 'hot' so I have to admit I was curious."

"How do you know he didn't lie about what I look like?" Y/N laughed to herself and shook her head. "Oh wait, that's right. You're a good lawyer."

Matt grinned. "Now you've got it."

Y/N bit her lip. "Can I try something now? There's something I've been curious about."

Matt nodded. "Sure."

Y/N reached up and gently carded her fingers through the hair at Matt's temples, then grasped the sides of his glasses.

She paused, waiting to see if Matt would stop her, but when he didn't she removed his glasses from his face, revealing his chocolate brown eyes to her for the first time.

She sucked in a breath. "Your eyes are beautiful. Why do you hide them?"

Matt turned his head away. "The unfocused staring thing tends to freak people out."

"Not me."

Matt's brow furrowed as he turned his attention back to her. "It doesn't bother you?"

Y/N shook her head and smoothed Matt's eyebrows with her thumbs, keeping his gaze on her. "You never have to hide your eyes from me, Matt."

Matt's face filled with emotion. "Y/N…"

Y/N took a deep breath. "Can I… can I try something else?"

Matt nodded. "Anything ."

Y/N slid her hands down his face, cupping his cheeks in her palms before gently pressing her lips to his.

She leaned back slightly, Matt's breath still ghosting on her lips. "I've been wanting to do that since the first time you dropped me off at my doorstep," she confessed softly. 

"Me too," Matt whispered in reply. "I'd like to do it again, if you don't mind."

Y/N's heart fluttered. "Please."

Matt guided her lips back to his, kissing her more firmly.

Y/N melted into him, reaching up and tangling her fingers into his hair while his hands slid down to her waist. They kissed unhurriedly, taking their time exploring each other's mouths, eventually slowing the kiss down until they were barely pressing their lips together.

Matt nuzzled Y/N's nose with his and gave her one final kiss before leaning back.

Y/N let out a content sigh. "Wow."

Matt huffed out a laugh. "My thoughts exactly."

Y/N ran her fingers through Matt's hair, trying to fix it. "Sorry, I messed up your hair."

Matt shrugged. "It's okay, sweetheart. I don't mind."

Y/N grinned. "Sweetheart?"

Matt blushed. "Sorry, that just came out."

"No, it's okay, I don't mind. I like it."

Matt smiled. "So 'sweetheart' is an acceptable term of endearment?"

Y/N nodded. "Definitely." 

She took a deep breath. "Actually, you can pretty much call me anything you want, just please don't call me 'babe'. It's what Colin used to call me and it still makes my skin crawl."

Matt nodded in understanding. "Got it. What about 'baby' though?"

Y/N shrugged. "Yeah, that one's alright."

"'Honey'?"

"Yep, that one's good too."

Matt grinned. "'Pookie'?"

Y/N laughed at Matt's teasing tone. "Ok, that's stretching it a bit."

Matt took her hand in his, his expression once again becoming more serious. "What about 'my girlfriend'? Can I call you that?"

Y/N's heart fluttered. They hadn't been dating very long, but she definitely felt the spark between them and could see herself with Matt long-term. "Yeah, I think that's acceptable… As long as I can call you 'my boyfriend'."

Matt nodded, a beautiful smile on his handsome face. "Yeah, I'd like that a lot, actually."

Y/N's wall clock chimed with the time. 

Matt sighed. "I should get going though. It's getting late."

Y/N nodded. "Okay, let me walk you out."

She picked up Matt's glasses and handed them to him. "Here are your glasses back."

"Thanks."

They both stood and headed over to the front door. 

Matt put his glasses on and picked up his cane, then cupped Y/N's cheek in his hand and gave her a slow, sweet kiss. "I'll call you when I get home?" 

Y/N nodded, butterflies flitting around her stomach in the best possible way. "Okay."

"Good night, sweetheart."

Y/N smiled. "Good night, Matt."

She waited until he had gotten down the steps, smiling as she shut and locked the door behind him.

I could definitely get used to this.

[slxsherwriter]

Find You Here

Fandom: Heartstopper 2006, Robert Englund characters

Pairings: Sheriff Richard Berger x female reader

Word Count: 2,947

Warnings: Mentions of previous robbery/assault

Author's Note: I couldn't not write for this character. The character doesn't really fall into the realm of things here, but the movie certainly does, so here is Richard. Apparently, there is something about RE characters that hit the sweet spot of my brain for writing. Gif made by me (on my phone so please excuse the cruddy quality) Tagging: @slashingdisneypasta

Flipping the closed sign to open felt like a small victory itself, even if you were a little jittery and nervous about it. The incident two weeks ago had left scars both physically, mentally, and financially. The small bakery that you ran was repaired, your body was healing physically, but your mind was taking a little to catch up. Still, you couldn't stay away forever or let them have that power over you. It was that fierce determination that had led you to open your shop in the first place and you couldn't let go of it now.

An extra set of hands in the form of your neighbor and best friend, Tony, helped in the back since you couldn't do much with one hand in a cast. Manning the counter and making the occasional cup of coffee was what you had been relegated to doing. You would have much rather been in the back to avoid the stares, murmurs, and passed along sentiments of sympathy. At least for a little while. But, it was what it was, and maybe it was just part of the process of healing post robbery and near death experience.

“Everything's gonna be fine, doll.” Tony slung an arm around your shoulders and pulled you into a side hug. “Business will boom like it did. You'll see. Know it ain’t back to normal, but it will be soon.” You smiled, returning the squeeze in a silent thanks.

“We'll get there.”

“There's that tenacious spirit.” He kissed your temple and headed to the back once the oven started to alert. “Until then, I'm your humble servant.” You rolled your eyes with a laugh. Trust him to bring a smile. If it wasn't for him, who knew when you could have reopened.

Slowly, business began to trickle through the door. Mainly, it was a few regulars that were surprised to see you open again. They passed along a few sympathies, but most were far more supportive and angry on your behalf. It actually felt good to know that you had made such an impact within the community and were so supported. A familiar routine soon overtook everything else, and the smile that rested on your lips felt more genuine and less forced. There were still moments when the door opened that your breath caught, and your hand shook just a little. A reaction that likely would take a long time to fade. If it did at all.

It was just prior to lunch time when the door opened, and you found yourself feeling a bit nervous for an entirely different reason. In walked one Sheriff Berger. You hadn't seen the man since the last meeting at your home, just a few days after you got out of the hospital. He had been kind, compassionate, and understanding throughout the entire ordeal. Check-ins throughout the recovery process had been routine, including the meeting at your home. Most of it for whatever part of the investigation that needed to be finished. But, it had also felt like there had been a genuine concern about you. He had also been the one to respond to the shop during the initial incident. If it hadn't been for him, who knew if you would have survived everything.

He pulled his hat from head and made his way to the counter, a smile appearing on his face.

“Glad to see everything back up and running. How are you feeling?” There wasn't anyone else that needed to be seen to, so you had a few minutes to be able to talk to him.

“Hi, Sheriff.” You lifted your hand in the cast. “Feeling a little bit useless but all in all, it's nice to be back to something that's almost normal.” He nodded, as if it had made the most sense in the world.

“Routine is a good thing, helpful.” You imagined that he was speaking from experience. Dealing with what he had couldn't have been easy, even if he dealt with it more often than you did. There was some sympathy there for the man, and you realized that as much as he helped, did he have someone helping him?

“How are you?” He seemed a little surprised, brow raising for a split second. Well, there was the answer to that question.

“I'm doing fine. Things will hopefully be a bit quiet for a while.” You moved to start a cup of coffee for the man. While you didn't know how he took it, you had seen him drink it. The least that you could do was provide him some free caffeine. “How much longer are you stuck in that?”

“Another three weeks. But it could be worse, at least it isn't my dominant hand. And now I have some use of my fingers.” You paused and glanced up. “How do you take your coffee?” You nearly laughed as he set his hat down and seemed unsure how to answer. It wasn't a difficult question, but maybe the anticipation of you being ready for the request had thrown him.

“Black, four sugars.” You nodded and set about adding the sugar to the steaming cup.

“On the house.” Really, it wasn't a huge loss of revenue between a cup of coffee and whatever sweet he may have wanted. “That and whatever treat you want.”

“That's not necessary.”

“Maybe not, but I want to. So, what will it be, sheriff?” There was an argument on the tip of his tongue before his shoulders dropped, and he gave in.

“How about one of those chocolate chip cookie sandwiches?”

“Hmm, good choice. I gotta admit, those are definitely a favorite.” They often sold out quick, so you made a mental note to have a batch sent over to the department as a whole. Assuming that he had to run, you packed it up so it was ready to go. He pulled out his wallet as if testing your resolve and you shook your head. A sigh came from the man before the wallet was once more tucked back into its pocket.

“Thank you. You need anything, just call.”

“Will do. Have a good rest of your day, Sheriff.”

******

He started stopping in the shop daily. Some days, you were able to talk uninterrupted for a bit while on others, his business or yours kept the interactions brief. But the routine was there. He had gone from Sheriff or Sheriff Berger to Richard at some point. You found yourself looking forward to seeing his face. Even the quick hellos and see ya tomorrows on the days when you couldn't spend time talking brightened your day. Enough so that Tony started to tease you about it. Yeah, there was a bit of an age gap, which he found hysterical. But he also encouraged you to say something and go for it, trying to give you the confidence to say anything. The worry was, did he simply see you as someone who had been saved and was a friendly face or something more? That concern gnawed away at any chance of building confidence.

It was a Thursday that he missed his usual stop in time, and you were worried. He had a dangerous job. Did he get hurt? Was he sick? A million thoughts flew through your head, leaving you more than halfway distracted for the day. Yet another thing for Tony to tease you about, but it went in one ear and out the other for the entire day. It felt silly on one hand. He was a friend at most and a polite customer, at the least. Nothing more. Even if it would have been nice. You didn't exactly have any right to call up the department and ask if he was okay. Maybe there was something planned. He didn't have to tell you.

Friday rolled around, and you found yourself a little more bothered by it than you cared to admit. If he didn't show today, you weren't sure what you would do.

The cast was finally off, and you had clearance from the doctor to resume light activities. Apparently, there was a concern that you would have a little weakness and risk hurting it by jumping right back in. That was taken as allowed to be back in the kitchen and moving carefully with heavy things. You could take sore and sorry. So, you were doing your best to focus. Slipping and hurting yourself now would be embarrassing and damage your pride.

The act of baking had always been soothing to you, even on this sort of scale with timetables and deadlines. There was a flow that you could lose yourself in until the rest of the world melted away. That nagging worry about Richard, though, kept you from falling completely into the zone. No mistakes yet, but it was frustrating, to say the least. Tony had decided to stick around and help out up front until he was sure you were one hundred percent back on your feet. You were so thankful to have him. It meant the front was handled while you found your rhythm again in the back.

Tony came back around noon, looking for you. Something you missed as you cursed, dropping the hot pan in the sink. Thankfully, it was empty. Burning yourself was a commonplace injury on the job, and after a while, you were able to ignore or work through most minor things. This? Well, it hit the tender part of your forearm that had been in the cast.

“Shit,” he laughed and moved over to you as you cursed yourself for the silly mistake. The laughing caught your attention, and you flipped him off as he pulled your arm gently towards his body. “It doesn't look that bad. You gonna treat it?”

“No, it isn't that bad. I'll put something on it later. What's up?”

“Ah, right. Well, there is someone up front requesting to see you. A certain someone in uniform…” Richard was here? Well, shit. Your head shot up, the burn forgotten about for the time being.

“What?”

“You are seriously adorable when you are crushing on someone.” You smacked at him. Brushing some flour off of your hands and your apron, it was the best that it was going to get. Oh, well. Letting out a small sigh, you double-checked that there was nothing that needed your immediate attention. Everything was cooling or had time still in the oven. “Go, there isn't anything back here that needs you. I'll make sure to take care of other customers. Go.” He shooed you up front. Richard was standing at the counter, hands in his pocket, and glancing around.

“Hey, Richard.” The greeting may have been a little too bright, but it was what it was. You were happy to see him. So what? He smiled, face brightening up as you leaned against the counter.

“Finally back there again, huh?” He propped his hip against the counter right where you were leaning. “Good thing for the product, little sad for all of us up here.” There was no denial that there was a blush. Your cheeks felt hot.

“Oh, I'm sure my customers will be far happier to have me back there and not up here, causing problems.”

“And miss that beautiful face every day? I hardly think that is the case.” By far, that was the most direct he had been, and the heat increased. Maybe Tony was right. Because right then and there? You felt like a teenager with their first crush.

“Or you'll just miss your free coffee and treats.” His smile faltered for just a second. “Missed you yesterday. Everything okay?” You watched as a hand moved from his pocket to rub at his cheek. Whatever the first comment had done seemed to be erased by the fact that you noticed he hadn't shown up yesterday.

“Yeah, everything is fine. Had to be in court most of the day. Wasn't able to get away for anything.” You made a face.

“That sounds miserable.”

“One of the least enjoyable aspects of the job but necessary.” He paused and seemed to be debating just something as his eyes wandered the little seated area that you had. “Are you doing anything tonight?” You swore you could have heard Tony made some sort of sound behind you, but you didn't dare pull your attention off of Richard.

“Didn't have any plans after closing the shop.”

“I was wondering if you would want to have dinner with me…” It took your brain a second to catch up to the fact that he had asked.

“Tonight.”

“That was the thought.”

“I would love to.” His body sagged just a little bit against the counter, and it was hard to miss the sigh that came from him.

“How long do you need to close up?” You glanced back to the kitchen and tried to think how quickly you could manage your usual closing routine. Tony was watching, and that was obvious as you saw him walk by the entrance of the kitchen. As if he could have made it any more obvious.

“I would say, depending on how busy it is, I could be done about a half hour after close.”

“So, seven could work?”

“Yeah, that would be perfect.” It would give you enough time to get home and get yourself properly cleaned up.

“Would you mind if I picked you up, or would you prefer to meet me?” A considerate question and the mark of a gentleman. Given that he knew where you lived, it wasn't like you had to give him the address.

“I don't mind at all.” His knuckles rapped against the counter, and he offered a bigger smile.

“All right. I'll see you around seven tonight then?” You nodded, fighting back a sound that would be rather embarrassing.

“I'll see you tonight.” He headed off and it was only when the door closed that you realized he hadn't gotten his coffee or his treat for the day. You could make up for that tonight, but for now, it was a countdown until seven tonight.

*********

Tony had insisted on cleaning up the little bit that was left as it ended up being far past the expected time for you to leave. He hadn't wanted you to miss getting ready for your date. Not that you needed a lot of time, but you also didn't know where you were going, and you wanted to look nice.

Cutting it close, you were just setting your shoes by the door when the knock came. A quick check told you it was the man you were expecting. Out of uniform for the first time, he looked nice dressed in a nice sweater and blazer.

“Good evening.”

“Good evening. You look lovely,” he complimented before anything else. “All ready?”

“Yep.” He offered his arm, and yours slipped through his as you stepped out the door. The evening air was cooler but not unpleasant. Leading you to his car, he opened the door and waited for you to get in before shutting it. It may have been quite a bit since you had last been on a date, but this was worlds better than what you had last experienced. Not that you expected every moment to be like this, but occasionally, it was nice to be treated by a man who had some manners.

All seated in the car, you did your best to relax despite some of the nerves bubbling in your gut.

“Where are we going?”

“Well, that would ruin the surprise, wouldn't it?” He shot a smile in your direction. “I still have a few tricks up my sleeve.” A jab at his own age? You decided to let it go for now, instead of bringing it further to the surface by pointing it out.

“It would ruin the surprise. So, I won't ask again.” You kept your tone light and teasing, not wanting him to think you were at all upset with the fact. The drive was nice, the windows down just enough to let the cool air in and not leave the car stifling hot. He asked about the rest of your day and you about his. Stories traded back and forth of various occurrences. Mundane sort of things but entirely comfortable.

It seemed you were leaving the city. If it were anyone else that you were with, you probably would be a little concerned, but with Richard, you felt safe.

The car stopped at the end of a dirt road, an opening to a small lake. The sky was clear, and the moon danced off the water, creating a gorgeous night-time atmosphere. This had been very planned out.

“Wait here, one minute.” He slipped from the car and rummaged in the truck for a moment before heading off towards the edge of the lake. The headlights were off, so you couldn't entirely make out what he was doing, but after a few moments, a fire blazed to life. Manners and thoughtfulness on top of every other quality you had found out about him so far. How was this man not taken?

He was back at the car and opening your door.

“Few tricks indeed.” He chuckled softly and once more offered his arm.

“Gotta do something to stand out a bit.” Homemade food and wine on top of a little campfire lake side. A lot of thought had gone into it. How could you not let your heart melt for the man a little more than it already had? There was no doubt that you had it bad and this would simply seal the deal.

[nora-xox]

Hello :) i've see that you are curently asking for headcanon and i was looking for someone who write for tr sooooo can i ask a headcanon with mikey (the normal Mikey), chifuyu, ran, hanma and wakaza with a chearleader s/o, i have ask this before but i want you're wrtiting in this ^^ so the s/o dance and sing like a girl kpop idol you know ? ^^ with her group of chearleader ? I'm sorry if it's don't make sense :'€

Ahhh I've seen this promt before I love it! Also it makes sense don't worry!

I will try my best! Thank you so much! I hope you enjoy!

I will do Ran and Wakasa in a part 2 i may even add Rin too.

(Been a while since i wrote something so... Fluffy lol)

Proof read ~ No

Mikey

· So first off Mikey loves watching you weather it's practice or a actual show.

· He drags Draken to where you and the group would be practicing just so he can watch.

· If you go to a different school then him and that's where practice is. He will still come and watch ( it's not like he has any reservation about breaking into a different school as we've seen lol)

· Mikey brags about you to the captains all the time. (Poor Draken being dragged along and then still has to listen to his bragging lmao)

· He tries to make it to all your shows if he doesn't have Toman business to handle.

· If Mikey does miss a performance he will whine and pout untill you do his own personal show of the performance he missed.

· He keeps you out of Toman business so no personal fighting cheerleader but he still sees you as that even if you aren't there in person.

· Your teammates have learned that him showing up is going to be a common occurrence and they don't mind much.

· He will bring you snacks or drinks to give you durning your breaks so you and him can share and it's like a mini date.

· Draken has to drag Mikey away when the breaks over because Mikey will try to pull the 5 more minutes and if Draken isn't there then it's a whole ordeal but Mikey will give in after you promise to go get snacks with him after.

· Now he does keep you out of Toman but he has brought you to a meeting here and there because he wanted more time with you. And to show off how badass he is.

· The other members have asked how and why Mikey which got them glares and you got dragged away.

· Emma has gone with Mikey to some shows and knows you well she loves to see Mikey so happy about someone elses passion.

Chifuyu

(I couldn't find any gifs for him 😭)

· Chifuyu precious gets so flustered when you show him the outfits for the next show or performance. But he loves that he gets to see them.

· Chifuyu doesn't come to watch your practices often but he will pick you up once you're finished. He always gives you a ride home.

· Practice takes a lot of your time but he loves that you have something you're passionate about. So the time he takes you home he enjoys every minute of it.

· Chifuyu will listen to every bit of your day. From the drama between your teammates to how hard the new dance move you learned that day was.

· HE WILL NOT MISS A SINGLE SHOW. This boy will be there no matter what. Toman has a fight well damn better hurry up and finish this he has places to be.

· The other members can tell when you've got a show because Chifuyuu will be in a hurry to get whatever is stopping him from being there out of his damn way.

· The Toman founders have showed up to your show after a fight just to see what all of Chifuyuu fus was about.

· He will bring flowers and or something but honestly you're just glad he made it there.

· If you asked him to help you practice even if he was tired he would with out question but he did warn you he has two left feet when it comes to dancing.

· Your teammates love when he shows up he has won over your teacher and if he shows up earlier then the end of practice you best believe your practice had turned into your friends poking and teasing you about how lucky you are to have him

· No one bats an eye at him being back stage right after the end of the show. Everyone will help him find you if he had yet to.

Hanma

· This man oooo he wants you to give him private shows of whatever you learn (take that how you will)

· Loves seeing you in your costumes. Makes jokes about how they should be for his eyes only (well half jokes)

· Boy will watch you any chance he gets. He pisses Kisaki off because he will ditch him to go see you practice if it's been a while.

· Got a show coming up but he wants to spend time with you. Welp guess your dates have turned into you practicing (at home) and him sitting and watching.

· You are his personal cheerleader. If he's got a fight you are there cheering this sadist on while he crushes his enemies. He has no concern about your safety because he is confident that no one will get past him or be dumb enough to risk going after you and failing.

· After a fight he will tease that you didn't cheer loud enough and that he knows you can be louder then that. But then he'll pull you in to a kiss and call it his reward for winning from his favorite cheerleader.

· Hanma will make it to your shows. He isn't gonna miss what you've put so much effort into if he can help it.

· Your teammates find him intimidating and wonder how you are with him. They cower when he shows up backstage after a performance and you have to take him somewhere else. Hanma finds that amusing.

· Hanma has had Kisaki come with him to your shows.

[4kennels]

Seven Days A Dog

by Faedirk

GayDemon

Gay Sex Stories

Bondage

14 Jun 2023

Bondage

Handjob

Humiliation

Puppy Play

BDSM

Slave Training

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INTRO

"It's a...errrrr... unique proposal" my lawyer timidly said as he pushed the document across the table towards me. "You'll be off the hook for all the medical bills, you won't pay a single penny"

I grabbed the papers but the legal jargon was too overwhelming to understand. "So what's the catch" I asked, too afraid to get excited because it was obvious my lawyer was being weirdly hesitant.

"Well, Mr. Torrence will drop the suit entirely, on one condition. For a period of one week you will serve has a... errr.... replacement for his English Mastiff"

It took me a moment to understand but still all I could manage to say was, "wha... what?

The lawyer looked up from the table, "he proposed that if you serve as his dog for one month he will not only forgive you, but also pay all the medical bills, which is nearing $55,000 last I checked."

I sat dumbfounded, unable to speak. I couldn't believe this is where my life has taken me; being hopelessly in debt or to serve as a dog. It was one simple mistake, one bad throw at the disc golf park. I was winding up to launch my disc as far as I could manage and when I went to release it the disc stuck on my fingers a second too long and instead of throwing it a hundred yards straight, I whipped it 90 degrees to my right, straight into Mr. Torrence's Golden Retrievers head. The dog had to be put into a medically induced coma and currently no one was sure if it would live or not. But one thing was certain, I was at fault.

Sick to my stomach, I made a decision. "Let's just fucking accept it."

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CHAPTER ONE

I arrived at Mr. Torrence's house at 11:45 am, 15 minutes before the start time on June 1st. I wasn't going to screw up the contract on day 1. He had a big house in a nice neighborhood. I was thankful for that, it wasn't a shithole. My anxiety nearly killing me, I knocked on the door. Step One to this whole ordeal being over with.

After a few gut wrenching moments the door opened and there stood the man whos dog I might have killed. He didn't look angry which helped only slightly to ease my nerves. In fact, he seemed to be in good spirits. "Michael, come on in" he said stepping aside and waving me along.

"Th..Thank you", I stammered as I entered his home.

"You're a little early so how about I give you a tour" he said closing the door behind us.

"Sure", I replied not knowing what else to say. "And sorry again about everything", I managed to add on.

He smiled a genuine smile, "thank you, the veterinarian hospital says things are starting to look up for Bailey but they still want to keep him in the coma for a little while longer."

"Good, good", I awkwardly blurted out, not knowing what to say, "I'm glad to hear that"

He proceeded to show me around the house, a bigger house than I've ever been in. When we got to the fourth bedroom of the tour, Mr Torrence told me "this will be your room." There was a dog bed and a crate and dog toys scattered around the floor. I nodded my head unable to speak as the reality of the situation continued to become realer and realer.

Mr. Torrence looked at his watch. "Well it's 12 am now so let's get started. On your hands and knees."

I did as he said, almost about to cry.

He walked over to the closet, grabbed a box and started pulling out some type of leathery fabric. Jesus christ.. Is this some type of restraints that I'm going to have to wear?

"wh...what is that?

Mr. Torrence looked down at me. "Dogs don't speak, Michael. You keep that up and the contract becomes voided.

I looked up at him and fought back the growing urge to start sobbing.

"This will help you in your roleplay. Take off your clothes and lets get you strapped in."

"I.... I don't..."

Mr. Torrence sighed, interrupting whatever plea I was about to make. He pulled out his phone. "I had a feeling this wasn't going to work out. I'll call my lawyer and we'll nix this whole agreement."

"NO" I blurted out. Tears now rolling down my cheeks. "I'll do it"

He looked at me for a few long seconds, and put his phone back into his jeans. "Ok then"

He stood there waiting for me to start the inevitable. I took off my shoes, my shirt, my socks, my pants. The undressing in front of this stranger started to arouse me slightly and I turned beat red as I fought back a growing problem in my boxers. Surely he didn't need me to take them off anyways and thankfully when I was done undressing he didn't mention them.

"Alright, down on all fours, come over here. Let's get these on you."

I walked on all fours over to him and the strange leather restraints. He got down next to me and lifted my right leg up and slid a leather sleeve over my knee and with a series of straps he bound my calf and thigh together. He then went to work on the other side of me and I prayed he couldn't notice that I had an erection. I tried my best to pretend everything was normal.

Both my legs bounded, calf to thigh, it was now impossible to stand up. He grabbed the next leather straps and went to work on my arms. Just like my legs, he slid a sleeve over my elbows that forced my arms closed. For the next 7 days, I would be walking on my knees and elbows.

"Almost done" Mr. Torrence said. He pulled out the remaining straps. These ones connected to my wrists, wrapped around my body, and fastened down to my ankles, bringing the whole suit into a perfect unbreakable union. There was simply no feasible way I could ever get out of this on my own.

"And done" Mr. Torrence exclaimed, proud of his work. "Walk around and see how it feels"

I did as commanded. It was uncomfortable and difficult to move around. And horribly unsettling.

"Good boy!"

I was beat red from the embarrassment that I was not only in this position but that I also had a boner. I did my best while walking to avoid any angles where he might catch a glimpse. I would get it under control in no time. My hope was short-lived.

"Roll over" he said.

I looked up at him and he repeated himself. "Roll. Over."

I rolled over. It was awkward and undignified but I rolled over as quickly as I could manage.

A moment of silence filled the room as I stared down at the carpet. Mr. Torrence sighed and walked out of the room. A minute later he returned with a pair of scissors. Oh no. He walked over to me and I instinctively tried to back away but it was useless. The scissors pressed against my lower back and he slid them onto the waistband of my boxers. He started cutting. I closed my eyes unwilling to let him see me struggle against an already hopeless situation. 20 seconds later the cold air was on my ass, my balls, and my dick as my boxers fell to the ground along with any remaining dignity I had left. I was completely and utterly exposed to this man, and I couldn't defeat my erection.

"This is going to be a fun week", Mr. Torrence whispered to the back of my head as he crouched down beside me. Then, suddenly, he grabbed me by the balls and held on tightly. A shot of electricity ran through my entire body and I yelped and tried to back away but his grip was too tight and I only succeeded in making myself fall over as he continued to hold onto my most vulnerable place.

"STOP IT, WHAT ARE YOU DOING IT. YOU CAN'T DO THAT! LET GO!" I blurted out hysterically from my back, my boner and new shortened limbs flailing uselessly around me. I wanted to punch him, to do something, anything, but it was hopeless.

He shushed me. "Now, now, remember? Dogs can't speak."

"I don't care! You can't.." He strengthened his grip on my balls and his point was made. I wouldn't be able to handle an even slightly tighter grip on my balls so I didn't dare attempt to talk again.

"There you go" he said in a soothing voice, relaxing his grip to a soft cupping of my balls. He started to gently caress them and I began to lose a little bit of my mind.

An unexpected moan escaped my mouth. "Ahhohhhmm..." My cock was throbbing hard, precum dripping down my painfully erect shaft.

With his other arm, he pulled a bottle of lube out of the box that my restraints were once in. My eyes widened. He wasn't, was he? He flicked open the cap and poured some gently down my cock in a perfect line.

"I think you'll find you'll enjoy this.", he said as his hand grabbed onto my cock and begin stroking, and spinning, and massaging. I completely lost my mind. Any thought other than the pleasure of what was happening to my rock hard boner simply didn't exist in my head.

More moans began bursting out of my throat. "AUUHHH AUHHHHH MMMMMMHHH"

Mr. Torrence decided to pick up the pace and begin stroking harder and faster than I would ever think of doing to myself. I knew that meant trouble and I didn't want whatever was happening to me to end yet.

"No not yet" I squeaked out in between a few moans, forgetting not to talk.

He placed his other hand over my mouth and held my head down to the ground as he continued his work with his other hand on my cock, going even faster now.

I felt the orgasm coming, and with the tempo entirely out of my control, when it came it came faster and harder than any orgasm I had ever had in my entire life. I was screaming into his hand but my screams were only muffled moans of ecstasy. My entire body shaking violently in my restraints. Ropes of cum I didn't know I was capable of making burst out of me one after another. He must have aimed my cock towards my head because a few strands landed across my neck and pools of cum painted my chest. I layed there panting, exhausted, covered in my own cum while Mr. Torrence gently came to stop on my depleted cock. After a few more excruciatingly slow strokes, he finally let go of me.

He stood up and looked down at me in my pathetically drained state.

"This should be a fun week" he said before turning around and walking out of the room, shutting the towering door behind him. I had never noticed just how high up door knobs were before.