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[glygriffe]

Gossamer Feelings

Characters - Ghost OC, Simon Lehane

Summary - Trapped in her old apartment, a friendly ghost find the meaning of her afterlife.

Word Count -840

Warnings - None

A note - For this week's Fanfic Lounge Weekly Prompt Challenge: Your character is a ghost who falls in love with a living person who can't see or hear them. Inspired by the character of Simon Lehane that appeared for 30 seconds in the TV show Dark Angel. And by and an episode of the Supernatural...

She watched him realign himself on the bed and plop his lumpy pillow to make a comfortable cradle for his head.

She liked watching him sleep. She liked watching him, period. But she was not a pervert. She always turned around when he dressed and she never went in the bathroom. Lucky for her, he often left the bathroom door open when he shaved.

It was intimate, seeing the razor take away the foam and the stubbles on his cheeks. His strong hands moved with precision, never nicking the skin even if he rarely put his glasses on when shaving.

In those instances, she could see her own reflection behind him in the mirror, a gossamer version of her former self, as she tiptoed on the threshold of the room. Simon could not see her, though. Maybe, if he put on his glasses, or if he hadn’t been so concentrated on what he was doing… But nobody else saw or heard her before, so she wasn’t too sad Simon never even once looked in her general direction.

She had died in her bedroom – his bedroom, now –a long time ago, but she had never left the apartment. Before Simon moved in, she had sat on the window sill most days, all day, to look at the outside world. She was yearning for something.

At first, she thought she yearned to be alive, to be part of the world again. But she never really felt she was from this world, even when she was alive. Then she thought she yearned to get to the next plane of existence. But it was not exactly true. She knew how to get to the next plane: she just had to let go of this one, but she couldn’t.

Unfinished business, probably. 

She had no strong desire to find out what that business could be. Her will was as diaphane as the reflection she could see of herself in the window or in the mirror. Almost non-existent.

So she had sat on the window sill of her former bedroom, looking outside, ignoring the plethora of people who had lived here after she passed. Until Simon.

The first thing that had catch her attention was the music. There was a piano playing in the apartment. Intriguing enough to make her leave her perch to venture into the next room. He was playing with the same minutia she would discover he did everything. And slowly, she had turned her gaze inside the apartment instead of on the street view.

She talked to him while he slept. It was the moment she felt he was closest to hearing her, even if he never seemed to remember in the morning. Talking to him, night after night, she was slowly – finally – working out what she was still doing here.

She'd died young, without having experienced much in her life, so it could be practically anything that held her back on this plane. But she figured love was what she was yearning for. How could she ever move on if Simon, the only person she connected with in all these years of waiting, could not even feel her presence?

She stopped looking at Simon and talking to him after that realization. She went back on her perch on the window sill, escaping her timeless prison by drawing all her attention outside.

She could not keep that pouting resentment long. Without even realizing it, her ear was straining to hear the rustling of the music sheets when Simon was selecting a piece to play, her gaze was drawn to his movement in the room. Her hand even extended towards him of its own volition and only retracted when she realized it made him shiver.

She went back to looking at him doing mundane things like cleaning the dishes or watching television, full of regrets but clear of resentment for her predicament.

Her epiphany came while Simon was watching a dark fantasy drama where a man in a trenchcoat declared he was his happiest not by being loved, not by showing his love, but just by loving.

That night, when Simon went to bed, plopping his misshapen pillow to make it more comfortable, she sat on the edge of his bed. And as he drifted off into a deep, peaceful sleep, she whispered in his ear all the things she loved about him, all the little things that appealed to her gossamer heart. 

It was never about having. It was about being, it was about feeling.

She smiled and felt her heart swell as a cold blue light radiated from it. She was at peace as she leaned in a little closer to him. Her lips almost touched his ear as she whispered into it one last time.

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Simon didn’t know what woke him up in the middle of the night. He shivered, looking around his dark empty room. But he wasn’t cold. In fact, he felt as if a soft evanescent warmth was gently enveloping him. It felt good. He felt loved.

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MHA Chapter 413 spoilers translations

This week’s initial tentative super rough/literal translations under the cut.

tagline AFOとOFA精神の共鳴が見せるものとは⁉︎ オール・フォー・ワンとワン・フォー・オールせいしんのきょうめいがみせるものとは⁉︎ OORU FOO WAN to WAN FOO OORU seishin no kyoumei ga misero mono to wa!? The resonance between the spirit of One For All and All For One reveals [what]!?

1 師 マスター MASUTAA (kanji: shi) Master,

2 悲しそうな子が かなしそうなこが kanashisou na ko ga a child who seems sad

3 いたよ ita yo was there.

1 ーーィト！ --ITO! "--ight!"

2 オールマイト‼︎ OORU MAITO!! "All Might!!"

3 寝たら死ぬぞ‼︎意識を保て‼︎ ねたらしぬぞ‼︎いしきをたもて‼︎ netara shinu zo!! ishiki wo tamote!! "If you sleep, you're die!! Keep conscious!!"

4 …！ "...!"

5 通信機がなくて状況がわからんが つうしんきがなくてじょうきょうがわからんが tsuushinki ga nakute joukyou ga wakaran ga "I don't have a communication device so I don't know what's going on, but"

6 恐らく緑谷がまだ戦っている！ おそらくみどりやがまだたたかっている！ osoraku Midoriya ga mada tatakatte iru! "Midoriya is probably still fighting!"

7 夢…？ ゆめ…？ yume...? A dream...?

8 いや…この感覚は… いや…このかんかくは… iya...kono kankaku wa... No...this sensation...

9 あの時と同じー…‼︎ あのときとおなじー…‼︎ ano toki to onaji-...!! It's the same at that time-...!!

10 遠く離れている筈なのに とおくはなれているはずなのに tooku hanarete iru hazu nanoni Even though it should be far away,

11 OFAを感じる ワン・フォー・オールをかんじる WAN FOO OORU wo kanjiru I feel One For All.

12 "意志"が流れ込んでくる "いし"がながれこんでくる "ishi" ga nagarekonde kuru Its "will" is flowing back [into me].

1 紡がれてきた力が… つむがれてきたちからが… tsumugarete kita chikara ga... The power that has been spun...

2 解れる ほつれる hotsureru will be unraveled.

tagline No.413　鉛の塊　堀越耕平 ナンバー413　なまりのかたまり　ほりこしこうへい NANBAA 413  namari no katamari   Horikoshi Kouhei No. 413 A Lump of Lead  Kouhei Horikoshi

1 何だ今のは なんだいまのは nanda ima no wa What was the just now?

2 何故今アレが脳裏に過った なぜいまアレがのうりによぎった naze ima ARE ga nouri ni yogitta Why did that pass through my mind just now?

3-4 おまえは完全に消滅した筈だ おまえはかんぜんにしょうめつしたはずだ omae wa kanzen ni shoumetsu shita hazu da You must have been completely extinguished.

5 人が人を助ける限り ひとがひとをたすけるかぎり hito ga hito wo tasukeru kagiri So long as people help people,

6 英雄の意志を継いだ誰かがー えいゆうのいしをついだだれかがー eiyuu no ishi wo tsuida dareka ga- someone who inherits the will of heroes-

7 消滅して尚 しょうめつしてなお shoumetsu shite nao Even though it was extinguished,

8 残り火の如く…！ のこりびのごとく…！ nokoribi no gotoku...! [it lingers] like an ember...!

1 づ dzu "Dgh"

2 ハッ HA "Hah"

3 ーーッ "--"

4 …！ "...!"

5 君は きみは kimi wa You

6 ヒーローになれる HIIROO ni nareru can become a hero.

7 どういう…ことですか… dou iu...koto desu ka... "What do...you mean..."

8 ワン・フォー・オールを手放せって…なんですか⁉︎ ワン・フォー・オールをてばなせって…なんですか⁉︎ WAN FOO OORU wo tebanase tte...nan desu ka!? "Let go of One For All...what [does that mean]!?"

9 二代目…‼︎ にだいめ…‼︎ nidaime...!! "Second...!!"

10 心を荒げるな奴に聞かれる こころをあらげるなやつにきかれる kokoro wo arageruna yatsu ni kikareru "Don't worry yourself [or] he'll question [us]." (Note: I think Kudou is basically saying "Play it cool or else Tomura will catch on.")

1 死柄木の中にあった鉛のような黒い塊…あれは しがらきのなかにあったなまりのようなくろいかたまり…あれは Shigaraki no naka ni atta namari no you na kuroi katamari...are wa Inside Shigaraki [is a] lead-like black lump...that is

2 奴の中にあった幾つもの小さな怒りや不満……記憶… やつのなかにあったいくつものちいさないかりやふまん……きおく… yatsu no naka ni atta ikutsumo no chiisa na ikari ya fuman......kioku... the many small angers inside him......memories...

3 それらが引き寄せられ一つに集約されたものだ それらがひきよせられひとつにしゅうやくされたものだ sorera ga hikiyoserare hitotsu ni shouyaku sareta mono da Those are all drawn together and consolidated into [that] one thing.

4 いわば奴の決意そのもの憎悪で固められた精神 いわばやつのけついそのものぞうおでかためられたせいしん iwaba yatsu no ketsui sono mono zouo de katamerareta seishin So to speak, his determination itself is a spirit fortified with hatred.

5 だが dagaBut,

6-7 八木が隙を見つけた やぎがすきをみつけた Yagi ga suki wo mitsuketa Yagi found an opening.

1 あれは恐らく あれはおそらく are wa osoraku That is probably

2 スターアンドストライプとの戦闘でついた残り傷 スターアンドストライプとのせんとうでついたのこりきず SUTAA ANDO SUTORAIPU to no sentou de tsuita nokori kizu a gash left over from the battle with Star and Stripe.

3 再生の"個性"でも癒し切れぬ肉体ではなく精神の傷 さいせいの"こせい"でもいやしきれぬにくたいではなくせいしんのきず saisei no "kosei" demo iyashi kirenu nikutai de wa naku seishin no kizu Even the Regeneration quirk cannot heal the wounds of the spirit as it's not the body.

4 それと sore to "And then"

5 ワン・フォー・オールが… WAN FOO OORU ga... "One For All..."

6 どういう…… dou iu...... "what do you mean......"

7 AFOを飲み込んだ死柄木は強くなりすぎだ……このまま力比べを続けても勝ち目はない オール・フォー・ワンをのみこんだしがらきはつよくなりすぎだ……このままちからくらべをつづけてもかちめはない OORU FOO WAN wo nomikonda Shigaraki wa tsuyoku nari sugi da......kono mama chikara kurabe wo tsudzuketemo kachime wa nai "[By] swallowing All For One, Shigaraki has become too strong...... At this rate, if we continute to compete by strength, there will be no chance of winning."

8 だから裡から攻める だからうちからせめる dakara uchi kara semeru "So we'll attack from the inside."

9-10 ワン・フォー・オールを譲渡という形で傷にぶつける ワン・フォー・オールをじょうとというかたちできずにぶつける WAN FOO OORU wo jouto to iu katachi de kizu ni butsukeru "[We'll] strike* the gash in the form of transfering One For All." (*Note: This particular word for "strike" evokes imagery almost like "bust through," "smash through.")

11 傷をこじ開け きずをこじあけ kizu wo kojiake "[We'll] pry open the gash

12 奴の精神を直接叩く やつのせいしんをちょくせつたたく yatsu no seishin wo chokusetsu tataku "and strike his spirit directly."

1 "譲渡"して… "じょうと"して… "jouto" shite... "Transfer it..."

2 "ぶつける"……？ "butsukeru"......? "and strike......?"

3 待って言ってる事がよくわかんない！ まっていってることがよくわかんない！ matte itteru koto ga yoku wakannai! "Wait, I don't really understand what you're saying!"

4 渡したら…使われるだけだ！ わたしたら…つかわれるだけだ！ watashitara...tsukawareru dake da! "If you hand [us] over...[we'll] just be used!"

5 四ノ森さんのように取り込まれるだけだ！ しのもりさんのようにとりこまれるだけだ！ Shinomori-san no you ni torikomareru dake da! "We'll just be captured like Mr. Shinomori!"

6 "譲渡"の解釈を拡げるんだ "じょうと"のかいしゃくをひろげるんだ "jouto" no kaishaku wo hirogerunda "Expand your interpretation of 'transfer.'"

7 わからんか wakaran ka "Don't you understand?"

8 イメージで修練？ イメージでしゅうれん？ IMEEJI de shuuren? "Training through visualiation?"

9 ーーーああ… ---aa... "---Yes..."

10 なら…わかりやすいのがいるだろう nara...wakari yasui no ga iru darou "In that case...there's one [person] who'll make it easy to understand."

11 あの幼馴染はおまえにどうやってものを渡すかな あのおさななじみはおまえにどうやってものをわたすかな ano osananajimi wa omae ni dou yatte mono wo watasu ka na "How does that childhood friend [of yours] hand over things to you?"

small text 信じ難いや しんじがたいや shinji gatai ya "It's difficult to believe."

12 渡し方によっては怪我もするし わたしかたによってはけがもするし watashikata ni yotte wa kega mo suru shi "Depending on how you hand it over, you may get injured,"

13 物自体が壊れもする ものじたいがこわれもする mono jitai ga koware mo suru "or the item itself may be broken."

14 これをOFAで実行するだが… これを��ン・フォー・オールでじっこうするだが… kore wo WAN FOO OORU de jikkou suru daga... "You'll implement this with One For All, but..."

1 確証はないだからまず俺で試す かくしょうはないだからまずおれでためす kakushou wa nai dakara mazu ore de tamesu "I'm not certain [about it], so I'll test it with myself first."

2 さっきは四ノ森さんだけが奪われた さっきはしのもりさんだけがうばわれた sakki wa Shinomori-san dake ga ubawareta "Earlier, only Mr. Shinomori was stolen."

3 一部だけ奪われるなら…一部だけの譲渡もシステムとして可能な筈だ いちぶだけうばわれるなら…いちぶだけのじょうともシステムとしてかのうなはずだ ichibu dake ubawareru nara...ichibu dake no jouto mo SHISUTEMU to shite kanou na hazu da "If only one portion was stolen...it should also be possible to transfer only one portion as a system."

4 俺たちはOFAに取り込まれた因子 おれたちはワン・フォー・オールにとりこまれたいんし ore-tachi wa WAN FOO OORU ni torikomareta inshi "We are factors taken into One For All."

5 OFAの一部……そして ワン・フォー・オールのいちぶ……そして WAN FOO OORU no ichibu......soshite "[Individual] parts of One For All...and"

6 強化された特別な因子 きょうかされたとくべつないんし kyouka sareta tokubetsu na inshi "strengthened special factors."

7 俺が砕け散る程に強く"渡せ"ば おれがくだけちるほどにつよく"わたせ"ば ore ga kudake chiru hodo ni tsuyoku "watase"ba "If you hand me over so strongly that I shatter to pieces,"

8 力が渡ることなく攻撃ができる ちからがわたることなくこうげきができる chikara ga wataru koto naku kougeki ga dekiru "I can attack without the power passing over [to him]." (Note: I believe Kudou is saying "If you send me over strongly enough to break me as a factor, I can attack Tomura without him being able to use my quirk.")

9 試すって…！なら「煙幕」を！ ためすって…！なら「おれ」を！ tamesu tte...! nara 「ore (kanji: enmaku)」 wo! "Test it, you say...! Then [send] me (read as: Smokescreen)!"

10 俺が今一番使い所ないでしょ おれがいまいちばんつかいどころないでしょ ore ga ima ichiban tsukai dokoro nai desho "I'm the one who has the least use, right?"

11 いや iya "No,"

12 俺からだ おれからだ ore kara da "it's from me." (Note: I think Kudou is saying "No, it was my suggestion, so I should be the one we test this on.")

1 でも"変速"はこの戦いの要だ！失敗したら死柄木に"変速"が でも"へんそく"はこのたたかいのかなめだ！しっぱいしたらしがらきに"へんそく"が demo "hensoku" wa kono tatakai no kaname da! shippai shitara Shigaraki ni "hensoku" ga "But Gear Shift is key in this battle! If it fails, Shigaraki will [have]Gear Shift!"

2 今 いま ima "Right now,"

3 動けなければ死ぬ うごけなければしぬ ugokenakereba shinu "[whoever] can't move will die."

4 "変速"を手放せば反動も手放せる "おれ"をてばなせばはんどうもてばなせる "ore (kanji: hensoku)" wo tebanaseba handou mo tebanaseru "If he can let go of me (read as: Gear Shift), he can let go of the recoil."

5 そして万が一奴が使ったとしても今の反動状態がそのまま渡ることになる そしてまんがいちやつがつかったとしてもいまのはんどうじょうたいがそのままわたることになる soshite man ga ichi yatsu ga tsukatta to shitemo ima no handou joutai ga sono mama wataru koto ni naru "And even if by any chance that guy used it, the current state of the recoil would pass over [to him] as it is now."

6 リーダー…俺はずっとあなたに従ってきた…けれど今回はリスクが高すぎる リーダー…おれはずっとあなたにしたがってきた…けれどこんかいはリスクがたかすぎる RIIDAA...ore wa zutto anata ni shitagatte kita...keredo konkai wa RISUKU ga taka sugiru "Leader...I've always followed you...but this time the risk is too high."

7 だから賭けだよ だからかけだよ dakara kake da yo "That's why it's a bet."

8 俺たちは過酷な時代を生きた おれたちはかこくなじだいをいきた ore-tachi wa kakoku na jidai wo ikita "We lived in a harsh era."

9 仕方がないと…無情な決断も重ねてきた しかたがないと…むじょうなけつだんもかさねてきた shikata ga nai to...mujou na ketsudan mo kasanete kita Literal. "[I thought] there was no choice... I piled up heartless decisions." Contextual. "[I thought] there was no choice... I made decision after heartless decision."

1 今　最も過酷な状況にあって いま　もっともかこくなじょうきょうにあって ima motto mo kakoku na joukyou ni atte Right now, [he is] is in the harshest situation,

2 それでも尚心を諦めないこの少年が それでもなおこころをあきらめないこのしょうねんが sore demo nao kokoro wo akiramenai kono shounen ga yet still, this boy will not give up on [his] heart. (Note: The "his" is ambiguous. This phrase literally reads as "this boy will not give up on heart.")

3 正しいのだと信じたい ただしいのだとしんじたい tadashii no da to shinjitai I want to believe that he is right*. (*Note: This word "right" can mean both "correct" and "righteous, just.")

4 オールマイトにここまでして貰えて オールマイトにここまでしてもらえて OORU MAITO ni koko made shite moraete For All Might to do all of this for me,

5 恵まれすぎてる… めぐまれすぎてる… megumare sugiteru... I'm too blessed...

6 づ… dzu... "Ddh..."

7 ふぐ…！ fugu...! "Ngh...!"

8 …この期に及んで… …このごにおよんで… ...kono go ni oyonde... "...Up to this phase..."

9 力が惜しいとか…死の恐怖じゃない… ちからがおしいとか…しのきょうふじゃない… chikara ga oshii toka...shi no kyoufu ja nai... "it's not that the power is precious [to him]...and it's not the fear of death."

10 どれだけ強大な使命を帯びてても… どれだけきょうだいなしめいをおびてても… dore dake kyoudai na shimei wo obitetemo... "No matter how powerful the mission with which he is entrusted..."

11 俊典…！ としのり…！ Toshinori...! "Toshinori...!"

12 この子はいつまで経っても…… このこはいつまでたっても…… kono ko wa itsu made tattemo...... "For this child, no matter how much time passes......"

13 この子にとってOFAは… このこにとってワン・フォー・オールは… kono ko ni totte WAN FOO OORU wa... "to this child, One For All is..."

14 肝に銘じておきな きもにめいじておきな kimo ni meijite oki na Keep this in mind:

15 これは君自身が勝ち取った力だ これはきみじしんがかちとったちからだ kore wa kimi jishin ga kachitotta chikara da this is a power you have won yourself.

1 憧れのヒーローがくれた宝物なんだよ あこがれのヒーローがくれたたからものなんだよ akogare no HIIROO ga kureta takaramono nanda yo ...a treasure given to him by the hero he admires.

3 何をごちゃごちゃと話してる なにをごちゃごちゃとはなしてる nani wo gochagocha to hanashiteru "What gripes are you talking about?"

4 万縄あんたはなるべく小僧の側に ばんじょうあんたはなるべくこぞうのそばに Banjou anta wa narubeku kozou no soba ni "Banjou, you [stay] by the boy's side as much as possible."

5 黒鞭が生命線だ くろむちがせいめいせんだ kuro muchi ga seimeisen da "Black Whip is the lifeline."

6 頼んだ たのんだ tanonda "[I'm] counting on you."

7 ああ aa "Right,"

8 マイヒーロー MAI HIIROO "my hero."

9 あとはお前だどうする緑谷出久‼︎ あとはおまえだどうするみどりやいずく‼︎ ato wa omae da dou suru Midoriya Izuku!! "The rest is up to you, Izuku Midoriya!!"

10 ……やります‼︎ ......yarimasu!! "......I'll do it!!"

1 …とても ...totemo "...You don't really"

2 腱や筋肉を内から直接補強… けんやきんにくをうちからちょくせつほきょう… ken ya kinniku wo uchi kara chokusetsu hokyou… Direct reinforcement of your tendons and muscles from within…

3 肌から透けて見える黒鞭が物語ってる はだからすけてみえるそれがものがたってる hada kara sukete mieru sore (kanji: kuro muchi) ga monogatatteru That (read as: Black Whip) that’s transparently visible through your skin tells the story.

4 ヒーローには見えねえな ヒーローにはみえねえな HIIROO ni wa mienee na "look like a hero."

tagline 動かぬ身体に黒鞭を打つ‼︎ うごかぬからだにくろむちをうつ‼︎ ugokanu karada ni kuro muchi wo utsu!! With a body that won't move, strike with Black Whip!!

[hunterbunter3000]

the boys (you can choose who) reacting to sweetheart wearing short-shorts around base?? Like some REAL coochie cutters . it’s like a hot day and everyone is sort of dressed down..

RAAAHHHH YES

(Coochie cutters is so funny to me omg)

This one's for them Krueger simps out there 💯 love yall fr fr 🫶🫶

(The TF141 imagine)

Krueger couldn't believe his eyes.

Was this just for him? Was she trying to tell him something without speaking? Because he's making a whole conversation in his mind. Seeing those spandex shorts hugging her lower area so tightly-- fuck, he'll surely combust just like his water bottle that he crushed in his hand. He knows that she can feel his eyes on her sauntering figure, preying on the fat of her ass poking through the fabric. Her head turns to his direction, but not fully to look at him. His eyes follow her manicured hand, feeling her own silhouette-- chest, waist, and hips. She pulls up the shorts, tugging the band to show more hidden skin and make her fat go up and down. Krueger inhales sharply with tense muscles, fingers itching and twitching to do something to her. His humanity broke when she pulled back the hem and let snap against her ass, making it jiggle. He got up abruptly, scooping a giggling Sweetheart up and putting her over his shoulder to his bedroom.

[be-with-me-so-happily]

To Make A Girl Blush

*header created by @hstylesicons

ONE SHOT

Summary: Harry Styles is performing at the BBC Radio 1 Live Lounge, where y/n works as a studio assistant. She tries to keep her cool while being around her celebrity crush, but he isn't making it easy on her.

A/N: I'm obsessed with his Wet Dreams cover and couldn't get this little story out of my head. Sorry, I'm a major tease...

>> Warnings: 18+ only - Flirting, male self-pleasure

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"He's so hot. I don't know how I'm going to keep my cool."

"He's probably used to having that effect on women." You chuckle.

"How are you not freaking out? You're like, the biggest Harry Styles fan I know."

"Oh I'm internally squealing. Trust me. I'm just super aware that he's Harry Styles. Like, the Harry Styles."

"Yeah, Y/N, that's the point. Harry Styles is going to be here!"

Harry is coming to the BBC Radio 1 studio to do a live lounge performance. You and Christine are station assistants, so you get to help him and his band with whatever they may need.

"And I'm just… me. I'm trying really hard not to want to throw myself at him." You laugh.

"I can feel the sweat coming already." Christine jokes. You both fan yourselves.

"Geez, look at us, how old are we?"

"Fourteen." Christine giggles. "I think today we are going back to being fourteen year old fangirls."

"Oh god, please, no."

~~~~~

The morning was full of prep work, which involved lots of running around. You and Christine will basically be at their beck and call, which definitely isn't a downside to your job today.

Your boss instructs you to meet the singer as soon as he arrives to his dressing room, to immediately check if he is in need of anything.

You knock on the door with his name boldly printed on a taped up piece of paper.

"Come in."

"Hi, Mr. Styles. I'm Y/N. I'm an assistant here, so if you or your crew need anything, just let me know."

"Alright." You see him try to subtly look you up and down.

Don't activate your inner fangirl in front of him

"Umm... a bottle of room temperature water would be nice, actually."

You are slightly confused. "Room temperature?"

He nods. "It's actually better for your vocal chords than cold or hot water." He strokes down his gorgeous neck, as if to demonstrate how the water flows down his throat.

"Okay, I'll go grab that now. Anything else before I go, Mr. Styles?"

"Umm… yeah, please just call me Harry." He grins widely, showing off those deep dimples that everyone is obsessed with.

"Sure. I'll be right back with that water... Harry." You nod and notice a small smirk on his face before you turn around and exit the room.

Once out the door, a loud exhale leaves your lips, as if you hadn't taken an actual breath that entire interaction.

Christine shuffles up to you. "Oh man! I'm so jealous! What's he like?"

You roll your eyes. "I don't know. Like every other famous singer that comes in here…"

"Really?" She asks, looking a little disappointed.

"No, are you kidding? He's beautiful! But we didn't really talk much so I don't have much to tell you."

She puts her hands on her hips and frowns.

"Y/N, I don't think you're appreciating this enough. You were in the same room as Harry Styles!" She scolds, still with a smile on her face.

You definitely appreciate the sight of him

"Geez, do you want to take his room temperature water to him?" You offer.

She grins and nods her head. You hand her the water and head off to see if anyone in the band needs something.

You find them all in one of the bigger rooms, sitting around on couches, doing some vocal warmups.

"Hi there! Sounds great." You chuckle. "I'm Y/N, an assistant here. Do any of you need anything? I'm happy to help! And don't be shy about asking."

You bring them some water as well, and chat with them for a few minutes before you head back out to hunt for Christine.

You find her, beaming with joy, as she rushes over to you and grabs your shoulders.

"Thank you for that Y/N! He is so nice, and so sexy. He let me take a selfie with him and everything!" She squeals.

"How old are you again?" You joke.

"I'm fourteen. Apparently today I'm fourteen." She jokes back, skipping off to do whatever is next on her list.

You decide to do the rounds again, and check in on Harry.

"Hi, uh, Harry. Just wanted to check back in with you."

He quickly turns around, apparently caught guard, and that's when you realize he is wearing a pair of flared blue pants... and nothing else.

That's just plain rude

"I'm sorry, I'll come back." You cover your eyes, and then turn around to walk out.

"Y/N!" He laughs. "S'alright. I could use your help. You mind?"

"Oh! Um, no, not at all."

"I just accidentally knocked two of my rings off the table, and I can't see 'em anywhere." He states, searching the ground with his eyes. "I'm going to sound like a diva, but I just put my pants on and I don't want to wrinkle them."

Well, just take them off… oh god, just stop

"Okay. Where should I look?"

He has one hand on his hip, and the other one up to his lip, still looking at the ground. He points under the table. "Maybe there?"

You get down on your hands and knees to look, and quickly find them laying near where he had pointed. As you stand and stretch out your hand to give them back, he slides his body closer to you so you are only about one foot apart from each other. You think you see him start to bite his lower lip before correcting himself, and his hand is lingering on yours a little longer than would be normal as he takes his rings back.

"Thank you so much." He utters, winking when you meet his gaze.

What a flirt, but who could resist those gorgeous eyes? And that toned, tattooed chest…

You clear your throat, as you snap your eyes up from his chest. Your cheeks get red with embarrassment, and you are really hoping he can't see that.

He smirks slightly. You feel yourself getting more flustered, so you finally take a step back.

"So, uh, I'll head out, unless you need anything else?"

He smirks again, and this time you know for sure that he looks you up and down.

"Not unless you want to help me finish getting dressed…" He chuckles.

How many girls would say yes? All of them

You chuckle and walk out the door, commenting before you're out of view. "I'll be somewhere out here if you need me."

He flirts with everyone right? Not a womanizer, but a big flirt… right?

~~~~~

Everyone is set up in the studio and ready to go. You and Christine go around to each band member, checking in one more time with everyone before they start. Christine, of course, checks in with Harry. He smiles politely and shakes his head, assuring her that he doesn't need anything. He looks at you and smiles when you fully meet his gaze. You smile back and look down, trying not to blush again.

Calm down, he's been with super models, he's just being a big flirt, or at least you want him to be

You and Christine get off the set and stand right across from Harry.

The introduction plays and the band starts the opening chords for 'As It Was'. You are watching Harry Styles play his new songs right in front of you and your skin is itching with excitement.

You sing along. The song is so catchy, how could you not? He dances around a little and you find yourself matching his movements.

Thank god his eyes are closed, or you'd be completely embarrassed

The song ends and you subtly make sure everyone has what they need.

'Late Night Talking' is the next song and once again you find yourself unable to hold back from dancing. This time Harry does open his eyes a bit more, especially during the second chorus, and he dances more after looking at you.

He's a performer, has nothing to do with you

The more he sings, the more flustered you feel. The more he looks at you and smirks, the more heated you get.

Might need a cold shower later

Once again, you double check that everyone is comfortable, as Harry talks to the radio dj.

They change it up and start to play 'Boyfriends'. The mood turns emotional. You've definitely had your share of bad breakups, and you realize there's a couple tears trickling down your cheek. Just as you wipe them away he quickly glances in your direction, and you turn your head away.

The song finishes and he motions to you for some water. Luckily, you brought a few bottles with you and place one down by his mic.

"You alright, love?" He whispers.

You look up at him, a little surprised he noticed your reaction to the song, and that he cares.

"It's a really good song." You quickly reply. He smiles as you stand back up to meet his gaze. You're a couple feet away and unintentionally look at his lips, down to his neck, admiring his upper body in his tight T-shirt, and making your way down to view the flared blue pants you saw earlier.

Your eyes shoot back up as you realize that you literally just checked out Harry Styles right in front of him. You feel like you could just die of embarrassment right then and there.

He giggles under his breath and you clear your throat to ask, "need anything else?" He shakes his head, smiling widely and showing off those deep dimples.

You feel sensation between your legs and you quickly head back to the spot you were standing, opening a bottle of water for yourself and gulping about half of it down.

The DJ announces that he will be covering a song by Wet Leg called 'Wet Dream'. You almost squeal, knowing and loving this song too.

Ironic song considering what you're feeling at the moment.

This time, you don't care if Harry sees you dancing around, and he definitely does.

is no one else around you

He opens his eyes to see you and starts moving around, touching his body and putting his hands up.

If only he knew what was going on in your head right now…

You continue to sing the lyrics and dance around. He squints his eyes open again, singing the next line.

baby, do you want to come home with me

You gulp down some more water.

You almost lose it completely when he starts the second verse and seems really into singing the next line of the song.

what makes you think you're good enough to think about me when you're touching yourself…

Well, you don't feel you are good enough, but you are definitely heating up enough to want to.

Absolutely going to take a cold shower later

The heat is just rising in your body as he sings about blushing. He ever so slightly moans with the lyrics and bounces up and down as he sings about it being enough.

You're getting so uneasy at this point that you think you may have to leave the room. Thankfully the song ends shortly after, but not before you see him look straight at you while singing the last two words.

let's begin

As soon as it all ends, Harry thanks everyone and actually excuses himself quickly. You're a little relieved, being able to calm yourself down and breathe now that he's out of the room. You check in with the band to see what they need. You help them tidy up a little and carry some of their stuff to the big room they had been in.

You decide to check on Harry too and make your way to his dressing room. As you get to the door, you grab the handle and you hear him say your name, so you open the door.

"Oh my god! I'm so, so sorry!" You exclaim, covering your eyes from the sight of him sitting in the chair, pants unzipped, pumping his hand up and down his length.

"Shit!" He blurts out, covering himself up with a pillow, then proceeds to laugh. "Thought I locked the door."

"I should've knocked. I'm so embarrassed!" You state.

"You're the embarrassed one? I was saying your name while touching myself, and you just saw it."

"Wait, what??" You ask, jaw dropping in disbelief.

"M'sorry." He smirks as he bites his lower lip. He is squirming under that pillow, probably still aroused and needing some relief. "I just couldn't stop watching you dancing to the Wet Leg song, and, well…" he looks down at the pillow covering himself.

"I… uh…" you stutter.

"Could you shut the door, love?" He begs.

You do, locking it and keeping yourself in the room. He laughs.

"So you want to stay?"

You blink a few times, realizing that he was probably asking you to leave.

"I'm sorry." You frown, feeling so stupid.

"S'alright." He smirks, yet again. "Could… umm… could use some help here…"

"I'm pretty sure there's twenty hot girls around here that you could call on." You blurt out.

"Maybe, but…" He frowns. "I'm in this predicament because of you…"

You lick your lips and then bite your bottom one.

What do you do? What do you do?... Go for it!

Confidence surprisingly kicks in, so you walk over to where he is sitting and kneel down.

"Well, it is my job to get you anything you need." You giggle.

"Yes, please, I definitely need this."

~~~~~

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[verobatto]

Written for the @fanficlounge 's WPC

Title: "Truth Comes With A Kiss."

Author and Artist: BENKA79

Pairing: Dean Winchester/Castiel

Rated: Teen and Up

Length: 800 words

Warnings: N/A

Tags: Saint Valentine's fic, curse, Sam Knows, Sam ships Destiel, love confessions, first kiss.

Summary:

Dean Winchester is cursed by a witch. The curse: he'll confess his true feeling to the love of his life. And Sam knows who that person is.

Link to fic on AO3

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[esper-union-lounge]

Puppet Strings...

Not beta read

Yamato (Izanagi) x Reader

Summary:

You always feel his presences, and hear his voice, yet he never felt real. Until the Twilight came, you were bounded by the Order's puppet strings.

Tags: TW: Implied Stalking, Dark ending, Yamato is evil, ft Luo Yan, mind control.

"You can't hide from me~"

You felt his voice was spinning around you in total darkness. In a heart beat, you looked around trying to locate where his voice was coming from.

Yet, your futile efforts have earned a chuckle that escaped from his lips.

"... I see you~..."

You heard him say.

A faint sound of music began to play gradually getting louder. The tune felt eerie, so eerie, you couldn't help but to feel a goosebumps running along your spine.

You instinctively step backwards even though you know there is no horizon for you to escape in this space. Standing at nothing but a void of emptiness.

The music got even louder, the pitch and rhythm of the music box felt intrusive. Forcing it's way into your head, you covered your ears as your mind swirled. Aching at how the force was vibrating against your skull.

As you stumble back, in agony of the discomfort, you felt something, or someone, wrapped their arms around you. A hand snaking its way up to your thoart. Hitching your breath, you felt fear erupting from your core all the way to your chest. Freezing on the spot, just like an animal would when met with headlights.

A familar voice chuckled against your ear, "Found you~"

The grip on your thoart suddenly held tight.

Immediately you jolted.

Eyes snapped open, you got up from the sofa. Your breath still heaving from the fright of your dream.

You were having the same dream sequence again, only this time the stranger seems to be coming closer.

Your head turned left and right, looking to see where your were. You mind felt ease at the familar sight of the Esper Union Lounge. Currently empty, with the television still turned on.

"You're awake," a deep voice spoke.

Swallowing, you cleared your dry throat and looked up to see Luo Yan, a chief of the Scavengers, looking down at you.

"... Yes, sir," you answered. Your voice shook a little.

Readjusting your position, you stood up and went for the television remote. You can tell, it's getting late by how empty the headquarters were. Everyone would have clocked out by now. All, except for Luo Yan.

"Breaking News, another murder case has been report in Gyrate, amassing at total of..."

You turned off the television before the news anchor could finish her sentence.

"You should head back, it's getting late, and..." Luo Yan said with a rather stern voice, " I would hate for the incident last week repeat itself again."

You can tell the Chief was on edge lately. You couldn't help but to find the the incident just a blur. Your memories a week pior felt muddled and blank, and sometimes your head feels heavy. Yet, you think the Union members were acting a little too serious about it.

Admist the muddling in your memory, all that was remembered were you chasing after someone. Supposedly, stumbling upon a scene, you witnessed something you weren't supposed to. There was a flash of the colour red before having to wake up from the hospital bed.

What exactly happened, seeing how you lost that portion of the memory, the others spared you the details.

"Setting a curfew for me?" you questioned, simply out of curiousity.

However, Luo Yan wasn't in the mood for a light banter. "Go home",he said, "I am staying here for a while, I will wrap this place up."

Without another word, Luo Yan with his usual scowl on his face. He walked away and began to turn off the lights. While you stood on your spot, thinking to yourself. Maybe, you shouldn't have tried to joke around. Maybe that incident is serious.

"Goodbye, sir," you bid your farewell and headed out of the Esper Union Headquarters.

Walking your way through the busy streets, the late afternoon glow basked Gyrate with warmth. Yet, a sudden a chill ran down your spine. The air around you felt cold, there was a sense of uneasiness as you walked along the streets.

You weren't sure if there were a pair of eyes watching you from afar, or a million pairs of eyes watching you up close. This feeling was all too familar, and it stuck with you as you returned home.

The same fear from your dream began to resurface. The musicbox tune replays in your mind.

Tossing and turning, you lay awake in bed. Looking up at the ceiling, your gaze landed at clock on the bedside table. It was hours into the night, and you couldn't fall asleep.

The throbing sensation was vibrating against your skull. The faint sound of tingling made it worse. Sitting up, the tingling sound became apparent.

The tune of its metalic strumming lure your out of bed. You weren't sure if it was your imagination but it felt so real.

Reaching for the door of your room, you turned the knob and went into the living room, only to came face to face with a stranger...

Or more so...

Someone familiar...

He stood in front of your door and smiled at you, "... Found you.~"

It seems something has refreshen your memory. It all came flooding back.

It was like a nightmare replaying itself.

The man in red, whom, you met a week pior. He continued to look at you, anticipating you for a reply. Yet, your face was drained of colour. His sudden appearance amplified your fear, rendered you speechless. Instead of answering him, like he expected you to, you opened your mouth to scream.

The stranger's smile quickly disappeared and immediately grabbed onto you, covering your mouth before you could make a sound.

The box like object in his hand continued to play the music from your dream. Intruding into your head, the agony grew while the tune filled your mind. You tried to wiggle out of the strangers grasp, however, his grip only became tighter, and he looked at you with a sharp gaze.

"Don't fight it," he spoke, his voice sounded so sinister, "You know this by now. The pain will only get worse."

You weren't sure what he's taking about. Everything felt confusing, and you began to grow weak as the second went by, it wasn't long when your protest ceased.

Your mind went blank, eyes void of character. You stood still, like a puppet.

A chuckled escaped Yamato's lips. His sinster voice echo through the room, for he couldn't contain his exictment.

"Finally," he spoke, "The plan can finally set into motion..." He said to himself.

His hand went into his pocket, rummaging for a small trinklet before Yamato grabbed your hand gently. Opening up your fist to place a golden coin, minted in a familar symbol, you saw before; inside the files of Luo Yan's office.

"Let's see if you are a good puppet for me," Yamato said, "A new order is about to take seed in Gyrate~"

His words felt like a breeze. You paid no mind of what he said. The music from the box was still swirling in your head, as you waited for his command.

He closed your palm gently, incasing the minted coin in your hand.

"If that Scavanger haven't been so hot on my trail, I would have left you alone~" Yamato chimed, "you are just the puppet I need, to go through this task~"

He grabbed your chin, pulling your face closed to his. Examining your face, before his grip choked a respond from you, "... Yes, sir.

The grip on your face hurts, you squinted your eyes in pain, despite so, your mind was still in a thick haze, ready to take in his next request.

"That Scavanger Chief would still be in the Union headquarters at this hour. Why not go give him a "warm welcome" from the Twilight Order." Yamato grinned and let go of your hand.

"Kill him," Yamato's voice chanted in your mind.

Like a puppet, his orders were like strings attached to your limbs. Involuntarily moving, as you headed out seeking to do the puppeteer's bidding.

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Author's note:

Holy Yamato...

(C) Esper-Union-Lounge

[epictacobird]

Dorms react to Demon Slayer! Yuu

I’m so glad people are enjoying this I was so worried it was gonna be too targeted of a demographic lol. Love you all <3

Btw this can be platonic or romantic, no gendered pronouns used, only “you”

Heartslabyul - Savanaclaw - Octavinelle (here) - Scarabia- Pomefiore - Ignihyde- Diasomnia

Warnings: angsty, spoilers for book 3 and 4, dark themes, ptsd mentioned, my favoritism for Azul shows a little

Context:

You're a demon slayer, an extremely experienced one at that. You have been fighting demons ever since you were young, and preparing to do so even younger. When you were unexpectedly thrown into Twisted Wonderland and admitted to NRC, you hid your sword in your uniform, and stashed away your clothes once you could. You figured the best way to survive here was to hide your cards. After all, being surrounded by morally questionable strangers with magic was not ideal. So in case you really needed it, you figured it was best to pretend to be weak so your strength could cover you when you needed it most.

Now that a few months have passed and you've gained reliable friends, you didn't see a point anymore. You felt safer than you ever have in your entire life. You were no longer on a battlefield, no longer surrounded by the pained cries of the people you failed to save. But the battle was catching up to you. Now that you were no longer fighting constantly, you had more time to think. You're nightmares of battle have been getting worse and you can't escape it. The guilt of hiding such an integral part of yourself from your friends wasn't helping either. Eventually though, you let the dam break. You tell them about your life, the reason behind your scars and show them your sword. There's tears in your eyes and you're shaking like the child you once were long ago.

Azul

Took notice of you immediately and decided to make note of you. You could be useful later after all, especially since you seemed pretty clueless about the world around you.

He just wanted to help another poor unfortunate soul being so benevolent and all.

What he didn't count on though was how much of a nuisance you were. You threatened his plans with each step you took.

Like Riddle, your eyes unnerved him. When you were making the deal, your eyes held such intensity it made him sweat. It was as if you were staring right through him, seeing through everything.

Shady calculating people such as himself did not appreciate the idea of being seen through so easily. He thought surely you had figured him all out somehow, yet it didn't reflect much in your actions. It did little to ease his worries though.

He should've known you had something more planned with the way you stared at him. Your eyes are worn by something unbeknownst to him, and piercing through him as if he was your sworn enemy.

So when he overblotted, why did you look at him with such pity? How could eyes sharp as yours soften into something as low as sympathy? He couldn’t believe it. How dare you pity him when you’re the reason everything failed!

You on the other hand were weirdly torn with guilt. You couldn't help but think about all the demons who lashed out when you had them at the edge of defeat. You felt guilty for comparing him to a demon. He just looked like a broken child who finally had enough. Maybe that's just what demons were.

You were thinking too long, and failed to notice Azul's tentacles lashing out at you. In a way it worked in your favor, looking weak was your goal after all.

You didn't appreciate being caught like this though. You tried to reason with him, but nothing worked in his state of frenzy. In the end, you were given a new set of bruises to add to the collection of scars.

When Azul found out the next day he was horrified. Dark circles where his suckers latched onto you littered your neck and wrists and god knows where else. He knew he was strong, he could’ve killed you!

Yet you laughed it off as if it was nothing! How could you be ok with that?

Your kind words at the museum didn’t help either. You told him how you admired him for being so hardworking, how he should stop focusing on the past and be proud of what he accomplished. Just because his contracts were gone didn’t change the skill he held or how successful the Mostro Lounge was.

When he looked into your eyes this time, he wondered how he could’ve ever seen the cold intensity from before. This time, he only saw something so tired, void of life, yet held a sparkle of hope. A fire that burned deep inside just waiting to be let out. It was much more complex than he gave you credit for.

He was intrigued, even more so when he found out about your issues with Scarabia. This was his chance to figure out more about you, and he wasn’t going to let a potential business opportunity slide!

After the day passed and Azul spent more time with you, memories of his overblot came back. Being so busy meant he didn’t have a lot of time to think back to what happened. Your bruises must have healed a long time ago, but what was that scar around your neck? It was just peeking above your collar, he didn’t give that to you, did he?

He asked about it, later that night. Floyd and Jade were already sleeping on the other side of the room. And Grim was long gone as he rested in your lap. The two of you were the only ones awake.

He figured the only way was to be direct, so he adjusted his glasses and spoke as calmly as ever, “How are your injuries? I apologize again for doing that, It was very..unprofessional.”

You shook your head, giving off a small smile, “It’s nothing, they healed a while ago. There’s nothing to worry about.”

He frowned, “Then what’s that scar around your neck?”

He watched you freeze for a moment, as if you were scared by the very idea of his question. You replied with the same composure you always had, “It’s an old scar from back home. My job had some… dangers I guess you could say.”

Dangers? What type of dangers would leave you with claw marks around your neck?? What animal that size would have such precision and patience to aim for your neck?! Wouldn’t it rather use its jaw? And besides what job were you working in the first place?

The shock must have shown in his face, you looked frantic to find a response. But before you could, Floyd spoke up instead.

“Ey, Azul, if you’re done questioning shrimpy can you shut up already? I’m trying to sleep.”

Azul sighed, hating how the conversation was unceremoniously cut short. Nevertheless he let you be and went to sleep.

Soon after the events of Scarabia he offered you a job at the Mostro Lounge. After learning you’d likely mooch off of Scarabia for food, he knew you’d want the extra money.

One evening he was walking around the Mostro Lounge to help close up for the day like always. You were washing up the last of the dishes, and he almost passed you by until he caught sight of the puffiness in your eyes. He did a double take and found that you were indeed crying.

Your crying was so silent, the tears falling angrily out of your eyes while you were calmly washing dishes as if it was normal. Without even thinking, he called out your name.

For once he thinks he actually caught you off guard. You jumped, whipped around to face him and quickly turned your head away from him in less than a second. You knew you couldn’t even wipe away the tears without the risk of getting soap in your eyes and making it worse. So you just kept your head turned and spoke quietly, “Hey Azul, did you need something?”

Truthfully, Azul had no idea what to do other than keep up the whole suave businessman shtick. “Not in particular, I was just closing everything up.”

“Ah, alright. I’m almost done, give me 10 minutes.”

Azul frowned, you were still turned away from him. He sighed and rolled up his sleeves, joining you on the other side of the sink. “Let me help you.”

You wanted to protest but decided against it. Something in Azul’s eyes told you he wasn’t going to take no for an answer. In the end both of you finished quickly and began cleaning up.

“Are you ok?” The question fell out of his mouth quicker he would’ve liked. Either way you responded with a yes, and he could already tell you said it with a smile like you always did. But when he looked over to your hands you were shaking, bad.

He frowned, “Prefect…as your boss I’m inclined to know your well-being. I don’t mean to pry into your personal life but…” He sighed, but before he could find the right words you spoke up instead, “It’s fine, I understand. I guess I just feel a little homesick is all.” You shrank down to your chest, holding your arms close to you, “But every time I think back on it, I’m a little scared to go back. You know?”

That’s when the dam broke. You were still facing away from him but he could tell you were crying again. You confessed to nearly everything, the scars, the pain, the demons, the death. Working in the lounge made you truly realize what your life could’ve been. You could’ve been working a normal job, day but day greeting customers. Going to school, laughing with friends. That’s what your childhood should have been. And going back meant you had to give up that normalcy, even though it was for the better of humanity.

“I’m so sorry Azul, I haven’t cried like this in years.” You laughed bitterly, “This was all probably a bit much. I mean Im not sure if you’d even believe me.”

Azul didn’t say anything and just moved to face you. He looked at your face, splotchy with red and tear stains. You looked defeated, utterly devoid of hope. He frowned and spoke firmly, “You told me at the museum that I should stop focusing on the past and look to the future. That I should be proud of what I accomplished so far- believe your own words. You have a future here, both with the Mostro Lounge and Twisted Wonderland. Whether you choose to stay here or not is up to you, but no matter what, know that there was never a moment I doubted you.”

Azul looked at you, the fire in your eyes returned. It was a little brighter than before, and, although cautiously, you gave a genuine smile.

Jade + Floyd

Jade scared the shit out of you simply because you could never tell if he ever actually knew the truth of what you did back home.

He was always watching you carefully trying to figure you out. He saw the scars and the way you would peer into the trees at night. And when it was dark outside you never allowed your friends to walk alone.

Which must’ve been why when he mentioned that he was going on a camping trip up the mountains on club business you asked to come along.

Does this mean you’re friends now? How sweet.

Truth be told, he was ecstatic by the idea. Floyd never took much interest in his hobby, and he didn’t even bother to humor Azul. No matter your intentions he was grateful you wanted to come along.

So there you both were, hiking up to the camping spot, stopping every so often to collect and admire mushrooms. You listened to everything he said with rapt attention. You even asked questions about which mushrooms were what, and tried to identify some by yourself.

It was easy to say Jade was enjoying himself, and you could’ve sworn his smile seemed more genuine because of it. Any tension between the two of you vanished.

Once you both reached the camping spot though, your mood began to change ever so slightly. You were tensed, expectant even. Although you never let it stop you from pulling your weight setting up.

The next morning. Jade took note of the dark circles under your eyes. You clearly didn’t sleep much, but seemed to function fine despite it. He decided not to pry.

The two of you continued to search the mountain for fungus throughout the day. As it turns out, you remembered more than he expected and the two of you left with a satisfying haul of mushrooms.

Everything was going well and the two of you packed up and prepared to head back down the mountain and return to NRC. Unfortunately it was extremely windy that day. Which meant the dead trees that said fungus were growing on were very unsteady. So it wasn’t much a surprise when the two of you picked up on a heart stopping cracking noise coming from the tree beside you.

You reacted immediately and leapt at Jade, grabbing him by his waist and rolling to safety while the tree fell behind you with a resounding thud.

“Are you ok?” You said as you got off of him, helping Jade to his feet.

“You have amazing reflexes, prefect. Im lucky you came along.” He smiled, although like always it never quite reached his eyes.

You gave a half hearted smile, “Im just glad you’re alright…”

Floyd didn’t care that much about you initially. He thought you were just a little shrimpy.

Once you started working in the Mostro Lounge though, the two of you became better friends. You didn’t mind his squeezes or his rapid mood changes.

At some point though, Floyd made it a game to try to sneak up on you.

You would always catch him, no matter how creative he got. And that only made him more determined to scare you. He would pop out of trees, hide in bushes, closets, hell he even jumped from the roof once.

None of it worked, you’d always manage to figure out where he was hiding. That is, until one fateful afternoon…

You were more tired than usual, and some particularly rude customers that refused to leave didn’t help. All you wanted to do was crash on the rickety bed at Ramshackle.

Which was why when Floyd jumped out to squeeze you from behind your brain went on autopilot and you threw him to the ground.

The two of you sat in silence for a long while. Floyd stared up at you from the dirt with wide eyes while you stood stiff. Just as you were about to rush an apology Floyd began to laugh hysterically.

“Ehhh I didn’t expect Shrimpy to be so strong! You just threw me! Can you teach me how to do that?”

Much to Azul’s disappointment, you did in fact teach him how to do that. It actually became a little thing between the two of you. Sometimes y’all would just wrestle for the sake of it. It reminded you of a little boar guy back home.

Your relationship with the tweels greatly improved after these two incidents. You’d help Jade with his mushrooms, and fuck around with Floyd. You had almost forgotten that Jade was still watching you like a hawk and Floyd had a knack for finding things he wasn’t supposed to.

Lately your nightmares have been catching up with you. You’ve barely gotten any sleep for the past few days and paranoia was starting to set in. Even though your logic said otherwise, you felt safer having your swords close by. So you had it hidden behind your back under you clothes. Aka mistake #1.

Mistake #2 was letting Jade talk you into taking a nap on your break time. Despite everything, you felt safe with the two of them. So there’s no harm in trying to take a small nap right? And Jade was nice enough to give you tea too…

So there you were completely knocked out on the table in the small break room. Unaware to Floyd creeping up on you. He was about to squeeze you until he saw a curious little handle poking out of the collar of your shirt.

“Why would Shrimpy have this…?” He muttered to himself, a smile playing on his lips. He reached out to get a better look at it, but he was caught immediately.

The second his finger touched the hilt of the sword you woke up and flung him to the ground. Once you realized it was him you spoke frantically, “Shit! Sorry Floyd!”

The eel pouted, still on the floor, “Mannn, I didn’t even do anything. Shrimpy’s so mean..”

“What’s going on here?” Jade walked in with a customer service grin, staring at his brother on the floor.

“Sorry Jade. Floyd scared me is all.” You laughed, “I guess I’m just a little jumpy today.”

“It must be because of the lack of sleep, you’ve always had issues with it, yes?”

You nodded and opened your mouth to reply but Floyd spoke first, “Maybe it’s because Shrimpy is sleeping with a sword on their back.”

You looked back at Floyd, who was still on the ground, with wide eyes. Jade did the same, although they were more directed at you.

You sighed, “Floyd-“ you started but Jade interjected, “Azul would throw a fit if he saw a sword peeking out of your back.”

The sword was startlingly obvious now. It had moved out of place when you flung Floyd, now the entire hilt was visible. You deflated, knowing lying would get you nowhere.

You apologized, saying that the sword made you feel a little safer recently. Floyd asked plenty of questions as to why you got the sword in the first place and if he could use it. You answered them all, with the last one not so shockingly being no.

Jade listened with careful attention, after all this was the whole reason he was watching you in the first place. If either of them were shocked they didn’t show it, but both of them were definitely curious. A world of man eating demons? And you were apart of the sole line of defense? You never ceased to surprise them over and over.

You brought endless entertainment to the two of them. It was an odd friendship you shared but you were grateful nevertheless. What will you surprise them with next? Jade and Floyd were waiting at the edge of their seats with you on the stage.

***

The entertainment and twists you gave the both of them were never-ending. And you found an odd comfort in them, it was a weird friendship but one you were grateful for nevertheless.

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Simple Beginnings

Rev x reader

hey im back for now

actually found some inspiration

rev headcannons enjoy

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-There is usually only two things on Revenant’s mind: murder and revenge.

-He only thinks, craves, and fights for blood.

-He is out for Hammond Robotics; it is his mission to corrupt their whole system and seek the revenge he rightfully deserves.

-But lately, other things have been distracting him from his plans.

-And by ‘other things’, he means you.

-Ever since you joined the games, there had been something about you that had caught his eye.

-Whether it was your small, defenseless form or the way you pridefully carried yourself, having all the confidence in the world despite your size, there was something that drew him to you.

-Of course, at first he had kept to himself, and you hadn’t approached him in any way, instead sticking to that birdie Valkyrie.

-But you had caught him staring once or twice, to which he responded by clearing his throat or casually looking the other way to not draw suspicion. 

-As the time went on, you had ended up on his team multiple times, to which he would treat you outwardly about the same as he would anyone else.

-But you did notice over time how he tended to drop good loot and ammo that you needed in your path.

-This was, of course, intentional, but you didn’t know that.

-It confused you that the murder bot himself was being nice to you in his own way, but you truly didn’t think much of it.

-Well, not until the one night at the bar that changed everything.

-It had been any regular Friday, you chilling at the bar after a game, grabbing a drink with your fellow Legends. 

-The group started slow, but after a few rounds had been passed around, people began to disperse.

-Fuse and Bloodhound were the first to sneak off somewhere, and then Mirage disappeared after the clones that he had set to attend the bar began to act up.

-Octane had ran off to a bathroom to hurl up his 17 shots, leaving you and the couple making out beside you, consisting of Loba and Valkyrie.

-You rolled your eyes at this, walking over to the bar and taking a seat on a barstool.

-Your vision was wobbly and your senses were all mixed up, so you hadn’t realized that you had sat next to someone.

-Revenant watched as you plopped down, tipsy and obviously slightly out of it.

-He had watched you get drunk; in fact, he had watched your group tucked into the corner of the bar all night getting drunk.

-As much as he ached to get closer to you, to at least try to get to know more about you, there was absolutely no way he was going to even go as far as to approach the other Legends.

-It was just in his stubborn nature.

-Looking down at you, he finished off his beer before slamming the glass down onto the counter.

-You looked up, jostled by the loud noise, and towering over you was none other than Revenant himself.

-At first, his eyes scared you; the two beady yellow LEDs burned into you.

-But after a moment, you felt yourself warm to them.

-Your intoxicated brain knew you were at least in his favor, as he dropped little hints sometimes within the games to lead to such a conclusion.

-Without thinking, you leaned into him, wrapping his torso in a bear hug.

-Revenant’s eyes widened in shock, what were you doing?

-He knew you were drunk, but drunk enough to hug a blood-thirsty assassin robot?

-Despite his mechanics speeding up at the sudden arousal within him, he didn’t dare move, too afraid of injuring your fragile form.

-You mumbled incomprehensive words into his middle-section before reaching up and groping for his large claw.

-Upon finding it, you tugged at it until he let you take it and place it on your back.

-You then did the same with the other, making him hug you back.

-He still didn’t move, slightly awed by how cute you were being, whether you realized it or not.

-He did look around, however, and after realizing the bar was pretty much empty, he let himself relax a little into your touch.

-The two of you sat there for what seemed like hours, your thoughts blank, his running faster than Octane on stim could accomplish.

-This was soft for him, but he also secretly liked the attention.

-And it wasn’t the same attention he got when he was killeader in the games or won as the Champion squad.

-This attention was a loving one, one that he hadn’t experienced in centuries.

-You had always seemed to catch his attention, so he wanted this...right?

-Yes, he did.

-Coming to his decision, he quickly withdrew himself from you, careful not to nick you with any part of his arms or hands.

-You let out a whine, obviously upset by this, but squeaked as he picked you up bridal style.

-You would be coming home with him, but not for sex or anything of that sort, just to cuddle and be with him.

-You had tempted him, and he had taken the bait.

-You grasped around his neck, clinging to him for dear life as he turned and began walking towards the exit of the bar.

-You looked into his face, confused and tired from your drunken state.

-He looked back down at you, reading your overall puzzled expression.

-Although he couldn’t reach up to comfort you, he stretched his head down to nuzzle you in the side of the neck.

-Heat rose into your cheek as he did this, and you returned it by smooshing your face into his; it wasn’t the same, but he appreciated the effort you put to replicate comfort for him.

-He pushed out the swinging doors of the bar, taking in your scent, comforting you, and feeling like the luckiest simulacrum alive.

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Valicer OT3 Week, Day Six: No One Wants To Leave The Cuddle Pile

The penultimate day of OT3 Week, courtesy of @ot3-week, and we have a fairly soft prompt to go with it -- "No one wants to leave the cuddle pile!" Because why would you? :p This one also said "Modern!AU" to me, so here we have Victor, Alice, and Smiler hanging out together at Victor's in a blanket nest. And while no one WANTS to leave the cuddle pile, a certain someone feels he HAS to... (Oh, and again, a warning for slight kinkiness at the end -- it's not even as explicit as the Day Four prompt, but the last line makes it clear where this is going. XD)

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“I really should get up.”

“No, you really shouldn’t,” Smiler instantly retorted, snuggling their head more firmly into Victor’s chest as they continued playing phone Solitaire. In their peripheral vision, they spotted Alice put one of her legs over Victor’s, silently echoing the sentiment without looking up from her book.

“I should,” Victor insisted, though without much force behind it. “I promised my mother that I’d look at those photos she sent me of Duke Melbourne’s party, and I haven’t gotten to them yet.”

“Sod your mother,” Alice said, wriggling into Victor’s side. “I’m comfortable.”

“Same,” Smiler agreed, glancing up at Victor’s – well, mostly his chin from this angle. “We spent a half-hour getting this pillow nest together, and I’m not getting up until I’m good and ready.”

“I didn’t say either of you two had to get up,” Victor pointed out, poking Smiler’s nose. “I’m certainly not going to make you look at the probably twelve million pictures she’s sent me. But she’s expecting me to fake enthusiasm for her little trip in an e-mail before the day’s out, so...”

“It’s not that late,” Alice said, finally looking up. “At least, I don’t think so. Smiler?”

Smiler glanced at the top of their phone screen. “Only 5 PM,” they confirmed. “You’ve got plenty of time to pretend to be excited she got invited to a party you don’t care about.”

“I – I don’t know,” Victor muttered, unwrapping his arm from Alice’s shoulders to rub the back of his head – Alice pouted at the loss. “If I don’t respond to her in time, she’ll send me another e-mail about how electronic post isn’t supposed to get lost, and then it’ll become a whole thing, and – I should get it over with.”

“How about you stay here instead, and after supper, I’ll help you set up a form e-mail that’ll automatically mail itself to her a couple of hours after she sends you one of her ‘you won’t believe who I saw throwing up in a gold toilet’ photoshoots?” Smiler offered. “She’ll never notice you keep saying the exact same things for each party, right?”

“You really could – no,” Victor cut himself off, shaking his head. “I should at least make some effort. And I know neither of you think much of her attention span in regards to me–”

“Or her in general,” Alice added, recapturing his arm and wrapping it around herself.

“Of course – but she probably would at least eventually notice that it’s the same e-mail each time. And that would be...” He grimaced. “Bad.”

“You’re a grown man living on your own,” Alice pointed out. “She can’t do that much to you anymore.”

“Unless she comes barging over here to demand what I’m on about,” Victor muttered. “And if I think I’m funny and don’t I care about how our family is perceived and why am I always like this and...”

“Okay, yeah, let’s avoid her actually showing up in person,” Smiler agreed, grimacing. “But come on, the e-mail can wait until after supper. Just pretend you were giving all the pictures an extra-close look.”

“You can bullshit her anytime,” Alice agreed, still hanging onto his arm. “Stay?”

Victor pulled some faces, and for a moment Smiler was sure he was about to give in...and then what they’d privately dubbed the “familial bullshit” frown crossed his face, and he sighed. “I r-really should just do it now,” he mumbled, reluctantly pulling his arm free from Alice’s grip. “At least – pretend to be a good son.”

Smiler frowned, then looked over at Alice as Victor continued untangling himself from them. She met their eyes, then nodded once. Smiler nodded back and sat up, ending their Solitaire game and moving over to Photos. From there, it was just a matter of flicking through their collection of gifs until they found the right one –

And then, just as Victor made to stand up, grabbing Victor’s wrist and saying, gently but firmly, “Open your heart to joy, Victor.”

Victor jerked to a stop, eyes wide – and then the trigger actually hit him, and his gaze took on a familiar muzzy look. “Oh, that’s not fair,” he complained, voice already dulling.

“Wouldn’t work if you didn’t want it to,” Smiler sing-songed, tugging Victor backwards.

“Indeed,” Alice agreed, lightly pushing on Victor’s chest to help topple him over. “Now lie down on the pillows again, there’s a good boy...I think Smiler has something special for you to watch, don’t they?”

“Yup – your favorite,” Smiler confirmed, holding the looping gif of the twin spinning spirals right in front of Victor’s face. His eyes immediately locked onto the screen, and Smiler saw his shoulders sag into the pillows just a little bit more. “Let the spirals empty out your head now, Victor. Let them drain away all those worries, all those cares, all that everything that was stopping you from relaxing and enjoying yourself. Let it all go. No more thoughts for now, Victor. No more thoughts. No thoughts...”

“...just smiles,” Victor responded, his lips lifting into a beautifully silly grin as the trance took full hold.

“That’s right,” Alice nodded, shooting Smiler a pleased smirk before curling up by Victor’s side and stroking his hair. “No thoughts, just smiles.”

“Just smiles,” Smiler agreed, getting themselves into a slightly more comfortable position as well –

And then they grinned, and rested a hand on Victor’s thigh. “Well. Maybe a little more than just smiles...”

[hunterbunter3000]

I love the first meeting between Kruger and Sweetheart. How about the first meeting between Sweetheart and Alejandro and Rudy 👀

I'm so glad you liked it! ♡ this one is a bit longer I think than the last one

Warnings: blood, violence, gore, details of weapons, very tiny cod gun lore in there (if you notice it, I love you)

When Alejandro and Rodolfo met Sweetheart, they didn't think she would look like that. They thought that a person with the name 'Sweetheart' would be a medic, or maybe an assistant. Not a strikingly tall woman who looks like she can stomp your head in and go shopping for new shoes at the same time.

'It's nice to finally meet you both' she said to them, her regal like voice ringing in Rudy's ears. He had to stop himself from trembling. Alejandro grinned at her, telling her the same. 'It's nice to meet you as well, ma'am. I've heard alot about you.'

Of course he has. Her capitan and sergeant squawked non-stop about her when they met up with Los Vaqueros for the mission. She's well liked around her unit.

She's kind.

She's funny.

Thoughtful.

Playful.

Beautiful.

All good words complimented the woman with great expectations. The expectations were met tenfold to Alejandro.

You're staring too long at her. Snap out of it.

He walked Ghost, Soap and Sweetheart to the car they were taking for the travel, opening the door for Sweetheart. She chuckled at that. 'Such a gentleman.' She said. Alejandro's chest bursts with pride. 'Have to make a good first impression, estimado.' He says with such a flirty undertone, the other three men frown at him.

Don't step out of line, Alejandro. The outcome won't be good.

Her team followed suit in other cars. Rudy was the driver, fingers flexing on the steering wheel out of nerves. He wanted to pull over. He felt too lightheaded from her sweet scent swirling in the cramped car. Wanting to caress her arms while resting on her bosom, melting into her warm touch as they lay next to a fire. His fantasy took over his reality for too long as they already made it to their destination. Rudy breathes out when he gets out the car. He feels warm hand on his shoulder.

Sweetheart.

"You okay?" She asks, concern written on her face. Her beautiful, pretty face. And pretty lips.

He clears his throat. "I'm alright, flor-- I mean- ma'am! I- I meant ma'am." His cheeks flush with embarrassment as she giggles.

Such a pretty smile.

Alejandro was listening, unintentionally but there anyway.

Such a pretty laugh.

The day swirled into a blur, the soldiers already in the works of war. Bullets going off, bodies falling down, and Sweetheart carrying her weight. Alejandro and Rodolfo can't lie when they see Sweetheart actually fighting her way through the enemies like they were butter. Weilding a Remington 870 MCS breaching with 10" barrel, she goes ahead of them and blasts the heads off like balloons. She called it her 'fallen angel' when she was cleaning it at the base.

The blood splatters on her smooth skin, the sharp narrowing of her dark, focused eyes and her black curls now unraveled; she looks more like a warrior than a soldier. As she moves like a raging spirit in the wind, the bodies fall one by one in a mutilated mess.

"Mierda..." Rudy mumbles, hand covering his mouth. Her team seems to be used to this, staying behind and letting her do her thing with awestruck eyes.

She walks in their blood, mocking their loss as she stands over the terrified target.

"Target secured." She lowly says in the comms, picking up the stunned target by the collar like a wet cat. She walks by her team and other units, some stumbling back to get out of her way. Rudy and Alejandro part like the Red Sea, eyes glued on her figure. She's so much more, way much more than being kind and playful.

She's ruthless.

She's intimidating.

Skilled.

Scary.

Beautiful.