#like just let fiver walk in there and ask

[warlordfelwinter]

fiver after like 6 npcs tell him he needs the forum's permission to go to an island

[beary-rambles]

Forgettable date

r.q: Can I request a sweet smut modern aemond x fem reader where they were both so busy that they forgot about valentines day so aemond surprises reader with a romantic dinner and they end up just skipping dinner for some steamy bedroom time and in the middle of it, aemond whispers to reader "you're mine" and that was his way of proposing to reader, thank youu

w.c: 1.1k

c.w: office worker!reader, fluff, sweet aemond, aemonds job is left ambiguous, smut, oral (f!receiving), p in v, not proofread.

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You were so swamped with work you had no concept of time, you were sure it was february as you had to pay your rent on the first of every month but if someone asked you what day it was you would have no clue. Same goes for your boyfriend of three years aemond, despite the fact the two of you dont work in the same field your schedules just so happen to both be so packed all the time.

as the rest of your coworkers began to pack up their stuff for the day you sat at your desk still fiverously typing away at your computer, you had a presentation in a couple days and report due tomorrow afternoon so you had decided to stay overtime.

some of your coworkers had come over to talk to you as they were wrapping up for today.

“you got any plans after work?”

“no.”

one of them gasps, “what do you mean? he didnt plan anything?”

you furrow your brows but dont turn to look at them, “what do you mean? he?”

“your boyfriend? or did you guys break up or something?” you turn to her at the mention of him and tilt your head, “why would he have planned something?”

one of them laughs while the one your looking at shakes her head and sighs, “do you really not know? its valentines day.”

“no…” you turn towards your computer, looking at the date and gasping, “oh my god. i had no idea.”

“did you guys not talk this morning?”

“we did but neither of us mentioned anything.”

“maybe hes planning on surprising you later.”

you groan and run your hands along your face. what if he was and you had nothing prepared? shit you didnt even have a gift for him.

your coworkers laugh and wish you good luck before they leave.

you have an internal debate before deciding to pull out your phone to text him.

‘aemond oh my god happy valentines day it completely slipped my mind im so sorry.’

you anxiously bite your nails as you wait for him to respond. youre tempted to lock your phone shut as you notice the three bubbles pop up.

‘oh is it valentines day? i had no idea. im so sorry baby ive been swamped with work happy valentines day my love. im about to get off for the day, ill see you once you get home. love you ❤️’

you let out a sigh of relief at him admitting that he had no clue either. most people would assume that he was just saying that to make you feel better but you knew aemond wasnt like that and he wouldn't hold it against you.

‘i cant wait to see you my love. im going to be staying for a bit longer to wrap up.’

You notice he reads the next then decide that you’ll pick up some baked goods on the way home as a gift and hope that you dont stay too long as you turn off your phone and get back to work.

an hour and a half later with a box of a variety of backed goods in hand turning the key to your shared apartment with aemond. youre immediately hit with the smell of your favor meal and a smile graces your face. he knows you love it when he cooks.

“im in the dining room my love.”

you walk in and you gasp at the sight of the set up table set with flowers and candles with your favorite meal plated out.

you feel hands wrap around your waist from behind you and a kiss placed on your cheek.

“aemond..”

“happy valentines day my love.”

he lets go and take the bag out of you hands, “you picked this up?”

“on my way home. grabbed your favorite.”

he hums and walks back over to you after he places the bag on the table.

he grabs your cheeks and gives you, “how was work?” he mumbles as he continues to kiss you, “it was good, report done,” you pause for a moment as he begins to kiss down your jaw and sigh, “presentation almost done.”

he begins to trail kisses down your neck, stopping to suck on it.

“you?”

he hums, “fine.”

hes not much of a talker, especially not when hes busy leaving hickeys over your next.

“aemond the food.”

“fuck the food. i have a meal right in front of me.”

you squeal as he lifts you up bridal style and carries you upstairs to you bedroom. “youre so ridiculous aemond.”

you yelp when he tosses you on the bed and makes his way on top of you, kissing you deeply.

he pulls away from you grabs his shirt from the back of his neck and rips it off before he goes back to kissing you.

you moan against his lips and he pulls away from you hand moving down to your waist to take off your pants, your underwear sliding along with them.

“aemond.” you whine as he begins to kiss down your stomach.

“let me take care of you tonight.”

he licks a strip up your slit and uses his hands to grip your waist and presses you down as he continues to lick at you. your heads reach down and grip at his hair pressing him closer. you can feel him laugh against you which leads you to moan out loud, “aemond.”

“let me take care of you.” he repeats and wraps his lips around your clit sucking on it leading you to throw your head back onto your pillow.

he doesn't let up even when he can tell youre close and youre begging him to slow down he keeps up his pace until hes finished licking up every drop of your cum after you had finished and kisses his way back up and smiles at you.

“happy?”

“ill be happy after you fuck me.”

“you're never sated my love.”

in a rush you both take off the rest of your clothes and he reaches over to grab a condom out your bedside table before you reach out and grab his wrist.

he looks over at you with a confused look, “if you dont want continue.”

“thats not it i just,, maybe we dont need it tonight.”

hes face turns smug as he grabs the hand you had wrapped around his wrist to kiss it.

“i love you.”

“i love you to-” youre interrupted by him pushing into you and you moan gripping onto his shoulders and bringing yourself into the crook of his neck.

“fuck you always feel so good my love.”

you cant respond as he begins to thrust into you. his hands lock with yours and his lips are right against your ear.

“youre mine.”

you moan, “say it.”

“im yours aemond im yours.”

you dont notice as he reaches over into the bedside table and grabs a tiny black box.

“then marry me.”

you feel like you're in a daze as he continues to thrust and shows you a stunning ring inside the box.

“what?”

“marry me.”

[pumpkinspice-prouvaire]

pumpkinspice-prouvaire's required les mis fic reading list

enough of u supported me in my half asleep post asking about fic recs the other day so I am providing. If you want a deep look into my inner psyche this is also the list for that hehe. I tried to be strict about only including my absolute MUST READ fics that I adore and have read and reread and reread again multiple times. Also these will be mostly ExR, to no one's surprise. But there might be a few other ships and gen fics in there too. It's under the read more because this bitch is gonna get long

Auto-read authors:

I didn't wanna rec the same authors too many times in my list proper so these are the authors whose works I have read all (or nearly all) of multiple times. The authors whose tax returns I would read if they posted them on ao3. I will be featuring my favourite fics by them in the list

Fiver

dannyPURO

TheLibrarina

quillsand

Petr1chor

defractum

ShameDumpster

vamillepudding

revolutionbarbie

loverism (all of their fics are currently in a privated bookmark but I have faith that they will someday return. loverism if u see this I miss u)

Need_To_Comment_Rising

Multi-Chapter fics/Series/WIPs:

Under My Wings You Will Find Refuge- Fiver: (WIP) This is the most required reading of my required reading list. I can quote passages of this fic by heart. It's my roman empire. PLEASE check this one out if you haven't it is the best ExR fic in existence, it will change ur life I promise

Beneath a Dragon Moon- The Librarina: GOT AU, no GOT knowledge required. Lots of dramatic moments interspaced with some lovely tender ExR

Guided by a Beating Heart -torakowalski: my absolute FAVOURITE Enjolras centric angst fic. Lots of emotion, lots of friendship, will make you ugly sob

you and i walk a fragile line (is this the time it finally breaks)?- UnforgettableJoMarch: (WIP) I am so enjoying following along with this one. Heartbreaking plot with sublime execution and some brilliant lines, so looking forward to seeing this one develop

The Future's Owned By You and Me- quillsand: ENJOLRAS/FEUILLY ENJOLRAS/FEUILLY ENJOLRAS/FEUILLY WHAT MORE CAN I SAY. Absolutely fantastic rarer pair fic with as much (and maybe more) importance devoted to the activism as to the ship

Getting Fucked in Lingerie- downtheroadandupthehill: PWP. ahem. anyways.

(With a Jubilant Shout) They Will Come One and All- zade: PWP. AHEM. ANYWAYS.

True Blood AU-kjack89: Exactly what it sounds like. Vampire Grantaire and Human Enjolras shenanigans

words can be unwritten- defractum: my favourite soulmate au which makes me melt every time <3

Armillaria- RevocablePeril: THE MOST COURFIUS FIC OF ALL TIME. Lots of excellent Les Amis content in general. SUCH a good, massively underrated fic. 121 kudos??????????? You're all insane.

In An Age Without Heroes- ShitpostingfromtheBarricade: Gloryhole soulmates, the prison industrial complex, Oprah.

walls come tumbling down-reptilianraven: They're cute your honor. One of the only high school AUs I will abide by tbqh hehe

Oneshots:

What's a Bed Between Friends?- dannyPURO: if there's one thing you should know about me it's that I ADORE the there was only one bed trope

epiphany- Abidatchery: screaming crying throwing up that this isn't the fandom's most kudos'ed fic. Every word is expertly crafted and absolutely stunning

Vienna Roast- revolutionbarbie: cosy coffee shop au with a version of Enjolras we don't get to see but that I really enjoy

Out of Touch- ShameDumpster: LET ENJOLRAS GET LOVED YOU COWARDS

A Little More Lois Lane- stellatundra: Just a really funny and silly AU in which Grantaire is Superman

Love in a Coffee Shop-tellthemstories: an absolute fandom classic and rightly so. I've read this one so many times and every time there'll still be something that makes me laugh out loud

My anaconda don't want none (at all)-vamillepudding: v funny and sweet ace enj fic with hilarious triumvirate and exr dynamics

The Waiting is the Hardest Part-samyazaz: In this house, we absolutely love a sexy bet

Between Meetings and Midnight- PieceofCait: Enjolras cries after sex send tweet

A Bad Penny- PBJellie: Gay cowboys and sickfics are the ultimate combo for SURE

Leaves in the Void- myrmidryad: lots of emotion lots of friendship this one is so heavy but SO good you guys. It's also a Space AU I know we all love that <3

my heart's been borrowed (yours has been blue)-Petr1chor: P-tri is so good at writing fics where Enjolras is a complete dumbass and he wrote this one especially for me <3 <3 <3

fire in my hands- geode: This is my go to fic if I want a laugh. "Do you like parsnips?" "Yes they're my second favourite vegetable" iconic exchange god bless

I Would Do Anything For Love- Need_to_Comment_Rising: one of my fave ace Enjolras fics with lovely tender ExR. No I'm not biased because I worked on this series, don't be silly

Like Comfort, Like Solace, Like Relief- areyoumiserableyet: The sensation of coming home to the people you love after a long day <3

Don't Let Me Be Misunderstood- sonhoedesrazao: There should be more fics with oblivious to his own emotions Grantaire that's all I'm saying

Trying to Leave the Ground-barricadeur: rly comfy cosy smut fic

YAY ENJOY I'm gonna go lie down now god I hope I haven't forgotten anything lmfao

[malarkgirlypop]

He's the Boss Part 1(Bull Randleman x F!Reader)

Guys I don't know how I feel about this. Ah! There is a second part, yay, but let me if this one is good. If it's not I can write another one. IDK ahh having imposter syndrome. I feel like it's not good, which makes me sad. I was so excited for the story. I feel bad if it's trash cause I hyped it up. Based on the HBO show and the actors who portray the characters, no hate to the people involved.

I stifle my laughter seeing Perconte’s small figure clinging onto the back of Bull. Poor Perco got shot in the ass, and George owed me a fiver. I made my way over to the radio-man already grinning at him. He rolled his eyes knowing what I was smiling about. 

“I’m not making any more bets with you Y/N!” He huffed, coughing up the cash. I pocketed it with a chuckle. 

“You say that every time Luz!” I told him. 

“What can I say, I'm a gambling man.” He grinned at me, as I gave him a playful elbow. He slapped me on the back as we walked to the house we made our base. We were all weary from the long stay in Bastogne, it was one of the hardest stints I’ve had in the paratroopers. We lost a lot of good men. However there was some relief, we had finally taken Foy. Which was one of the attacks we had been dreading for a while. I think we were all ready for a break but it wasn’t to be, ordered to go forth and take more towns that the Germans occupied. But for tonight we finally had a roof over our head and some proper shelter from the freezing cold. 

We made our way into the house, the men quickly claiming their spots on the floor with their gear. Luz fortunately was thoughtful enough to save me a spot beside him. 

“How’s your ass Perco?” I asked as we stepped over the man who was lying on the floor being tended to by Gene. 

“Never had any complaints!” He retorted quickly, sending Luz and I into hysterics. Bull rested next to him, keeping him company. I straighten. “Sir.” I said, clearing my throat. He glanced at me unamused at my antics. 

The Sergeant had never liked me. I’m not sure why, maybe because I mucked around with Luz all the time. I was serious when I needed to be but more often than not I was getting into mischief. Bull had never said anything to me or scolded me. But his disappointed stare was all he needed to send in my direction to send me running with my tail between my legs. He intimidated me. someone that large was intimidating, he didn’t have to say a thing. 

“Give me your smokes, Y/N.” George nudged me as we got comfy on the floor. 

“No way! People pay good money for these!” I shook my head. I didn’t smoke like everyone else, which meant I could use the packs to my advantage. I would trade and sell them to the other men when they ran out. I had gotten a lot of neat things by trading my packs. But George, who smoked like a chimney, was always bugging me for freebies. 

“Oh come on Y/N!” He pouted. 

“Fine! Fine! You’re a dick you know that.” He grinned happily as I handed him one of the hoarded packs I had in my bag. Picking one out he quickly lit it, puffing away. He offered me the smoke to which I shook my head. 

“Where do you think Bull gets all his Cigars? I mean those aren’t part of the ration packs are they?” I asked, watching the man, he always had a cigar hanging from his lips. It always baffled me where they came from.

“Eh, I don’t know, never thought about it.” George shrugged. 

“George, you don’t think about anything.” I said knocking on his skull proving my point that it was empty up there. 

I watched Bull curiously. He was one of the quieter men in the company. He liked to sit and watch, rather than join in on the shenanigans. But whenever he did speak everyone hung on his every word. Even if it was only one comment it would be the funniest comment of the whole night. That would have everyone keeling over in laughter. He would just grin. When I first met the man I assumed he would be a brute, a man of that stature was surely big and scary. But he was kind and soft spoken in his thick country accent. No one really took too kindly to me though in the beginning, I was a replacement, and a female one at that. They all avoided me, scattered when I walked into a conversation, like I was infectious. After weeks of trying to prove my worth to the original Easy company men, I had befriended George. Well I say befriend, he says bribe. If he talked to me for more than a couple of sentences I would give him some smokes. So at first he would only talk to me to get smokes, but he found that we were similar and had become good friends. Always joking and laughing. He still says he only hangs out with me for the free smokes. But it’s ok I have him trained well. Bull was one of the ones who still hadn’t warmed up to me, I seemed to be able to make friends with the rest of the men. But the tall man was an enigma. If he was so kind and gentle, why did he dislike me so?     

************* 

Gun fire pelted down on our position as we crouched behind a rock wall. Every time I poked my head up to see if the cost was clear the shooting would start again. 

“Goddammit they got us pinned.” I yelled over the noise to the men I hid with. 

We needed to move forward into the town for this attack to be successful. It was currently not going the way we had planned. 

“Shifty!” I called our sharpshooter over to help me. 

“I need you to take out that sniper!” He nodded looking over the wall, only for us to flinch back as the machine gun fired on our position. 

“I can’t, not with him firing at us like this!” I sighed, racking my brain for a way we could distract them. 

“You’ve had an idea.” Shifty said, watching my face as if he had seen the mental light bulb go off in my brain. 

“Don’t let him shoot me Shifty!” I said to him, he gave me a curt nod. I shuffled my way to the end of the wall, I took a deep breath. I stood up from my position, sprinting forward. The sniper was on me in seconds, bullets landing close to me, I could feel them whooshing past my face. Anytime now Shifty. I thought as I ran as fast as I could, the sniper barely missing me each time. I looked back over my shoulder to our original position, I could see Shifty but he wasn’t shooting. He motioned to one of the other men for another gun. Oh shit! Not looking where I was going, I stumbled, falling forward onto my hands and knees. Oh fuck! I was now a sitting duck, fun fact it’s easier to hit a still target than a moving one, which right now I currently am. I groaned out in pain as one of the bullets finally hit its target, lodging itself in my arm. 

“Y/N!” I heard booming across the open field. “Get your ass moving!” Bull and his men hunched behind a broken down car. I got to my feet, making my way quickly over to where Bull was. The Sniper was hot on my tail, hitting the ground I had just left behind me. So close, so close! I dove forward, careening into Bull’s open arms. He caught me, but the force at which I flew was stronger than we both expected, as we fell back in a heap on the ground. I panted, my lungs burned from the effort. I sighed in relief at being safe again. I pushed myself off of the man, clearing my throat in an awkward way. 

“Thank you Sarge!” I said straightening myself, and putting my helmet back on my head. 

“What the hell were you thinking private, are you trying to get yourself killed?” Bull yelled angrily at me. My eyes widened. I don’t think I have ever heard him use that tone of voice with anyone. I flushed with embarrassment. 

“I was just a distraction for Shifty.” I replied, my voice slightly shaky. 

“Don’t ever do that again, you hear!” He reprimanded me. I nodded my head, tears welling in my eyes. It was one thing to be told off, but to be scolded by the Sergeant that never raised his voice at anyone, was humiliating. 

“We’re moving out, Y/N you’re with us now!” I didn’t have time to be upset, we were in the middle of an assault, for christ sake. I took a breath, gathering my thoughts. I followed behind Bull’s team of men. 

The assault was a success. I had found Shifty afterwards to ask him what had happened. His gun got jammed, he did eventually get the sniper with someone else's gun. We finally had cleaned up the town and were getting ready for the night. 

“Y/N I heard you were up to no good today. Being told off by Bull.” George grinned at me punching me in the shoulder. 

“OW!” I flinched away holding my arm, George laughed, then realised the tears in my eyes. 

“Oh shit, Y/N are you ok?” He looked concerned, tears spilling down my cheeks. 

“I got shot, I forgot. I had so much adrenaline, I guess I didn’t feel the pain.” We had been so busy, and I was so caught up in my own head about Bull yelling at me I completely forgot I had been injured.  

“You forgot? Medic!” George looked shocked. Gene rushed over quickly, as everyone also looked. It was late in the evening to declare a wound. 

“What happened?” Gene asked, also confused. 

“She got shot and apparently forgot.” George tells the medic. 

“Come on.” Gene moves me to a more private room, away from everyone else. I take off my jacket and top, leaving me in my white t-shirt. I lift the sleeve to expose the wound. I look down at my arm which is covered in dried blood down to my wrist. The bullet hole itself looked red and angry, a perfect circle had been punched into my skin. 

“The bullet is still in there.” Gene said as he assessed the laceration. “I have to get it out, or it could cause infection. It’s going to hurt.” I nodded defeated. I watched him pick up big tweezers, and my stomach dropped. I turned away when he moved towards the wound with the instrument. Not wanting to see him plunge them into my skin. I winced, trying my best not to make any noise. I bite on my lip, trying to remain as still as possible for the medic. I gripped onto my leg, digging my nails into my flesh. My eyes shot open when I felt my hand being taken off my leg and squeezed. To my surprise Bull sat in front of me clasping my hand in his. It caught me so off guard I forgot I was trying to be quiet. 

“AHH.” I yelped as I felt Gene twisted the tweezers in my skin. I gripped onto Bull’s hand tightly. 

“Sorry Y/N, almost there, you’re doing good.” Gene muttered as he concentrated. 

“Breath, Y/N!” Bull ordered, I hadn’t noticed but I was holding my breath as Gene worked. I gulped in air. Bull nodded, reassuring me. My cheeks were wet with my tears. 

“Got it!” I heard the bullet clatter into the metal kidney dish Gene had with him. I sigh with relief, thankful the ordeal was over. He finished the dressing, leaving Bull and I in the room by ourselves. I didn’t speak, feeling awkward. 

“Y/N I wanted to apologise for today.” Bull started, in his low country drawl. It was so smooth and silky, I’m sure if he read me a bedtime story I would be asleep in seconds. 

“I only reacted like that because I was concerned.” I laughed, his brows furrowed with my reaction. 

“You were concerned about me?” I asked unsure if I had heard him correctly. 

“Yes. Why is that so hard to believe?” He asked, genuinely confused. 

“Well, you hate me.” His eyebrows shot up, surprised by my accusation. 

“I don’t hate you. Who told you that?” He leaned forward, resting his elbow on his knees. He looks pissed. 

“No-no one, I just thought.” Saying this out loud to him now makes me feel stupid. 

“You just thought what?” He squints at me, tilting his head for emphasis. 

“You always glare at me.” I defend myself. “And you don’t talk to me.” 

“You avoid me!” He counteracts. “You run away from me.” 

“Well because…” He waits for my answer. 

“I think there has been some miscommunication between us, don’t you think?” I nod. 

“Well Y/N I can tell you now I certainly don’t hate you, in fact I quite like you. You’re good for the men, especially George, someone needs to keep him on a leash.” My mouth falls open, never in a million years would I have expected those words to come from Bull’s mouth. “I think we got off on the wrong foot. I will admit I was weary of you in the beginning. But that was because you were a replacement and the men we have had in the past have not been the best soldiers. You on the other hand, you did good.” I felt my face flush, I wanted to pinch my cheek, surely I was dreaming. Bull’s laughter shocked me, big and booming it filled the small room we sat in. It was rich in tone, just like his voice. I liked his laugh. 

“Don’t look so shocked, darling!” He chuckles, he pulls his gun from the floor, opening the butt of it. From the compartment he pulls his signature cigar, he lights it, inhaling deeply as it glows a cherry red. He blows out the smoke, leaning back in his chair. 

“I think I’ve sent you into shock.” He joked, pulling me from my surprise. 

“I just-I don’t think I have heard you speak so much in one go.” He laughs again, a smile forms on his lips. My heart fluttered, it felt nice to make him laugh. 

************* 

“Y/N get off George, the poor man can’t breathe.” Bull said from behind me, he had walked in on me attacking George, poking him in his sides until he couldn’t breath from laughing. He had been teasing me insistently about Babe having a crush on me. Babe did not have a crush on me. We were friendly and that’s all it was, but George liked to wind me up. I stood up giving Bull a toothy grin as he shook his head, but a small smile tugged at the corner of his lips. 

“Bull, thank god you came, I thought she was about to kill me.” I sent a look to George, it wasn’t a threat but a promise that I would get him again if he wasn’t careful.    

“Look at her, those eyes, she’s a killer I tell you.” George pointed at me. Bull chuckled. 

After I had figured out that Bull in fact did not hate me like I suspected, we turned into close friends. We were polar opposites but we worked well together. I was a chatter-box and he was a listener. But I could get him to say more than any of the other men in the company could. He had the most interesting stories. I would listen intently as he spoke, sometimes getting distracted, just listening to his voice. His velvety rich accent always gave me goosebumps, so I would get him to talk as much as I could just so I could hear him speak. I found that he was just a big teddy bear. Very country boy, raised on manners and good faith. I liked to call him Ferdinand the bull off of the cartoon of the sweet bull who would rather sit and smell flowers than fight. It perfectly encapsulated the Sergeant. He was so gentle in everything he did. I didn’t want to admit it but I had grown quite attached to him, and differently to the other men of Easy. I made all the men laugh all the time, sure it felt good. But when Bull laughed at my jokes, I felt giddy. When he smiled at me my heart fluttered. I have never felt this from anyone. But I was sure it was just because I looked up to him, and not literally. He was my boss so of course I wanted to impress him. 

“Bull, we are going to one of the pub’s tonight are you coming?” I sidled up to the man as he walked. His eyes flick down to look at me, as he puffs on his cigar. I smiled up at him. 

“Sure I will, just because you asked.” I grin, I hold onto his arm giving it a squeeze. 

“Alright, get to your task, Y/N.” He shoos me away with a small smirk. 

“Yes Sir.” He laughs as I salute him walking away. 

“Is he coming?” George asks from behind me, I turn, nodding my head. “See I told you he would come if you asked!” He wiggles his eyebrows. 

“I don’t know what you’re talking about?” I scoff mocking offence. 

“Oh please, you two are smitten with each other!” I glare at him, as he stares at me with wide eyes. 

“George you think I’m smitten with everyone, five minutes ago you said that Babe and I had something with each other.” I point out to him as we walk to help with the stock take. 

“But I actually mean it with you and Bull. I have seen the way you two look at each other.” He pouts, fluttering his eyelashes, pretending to be me. I shake my head, shoving him. 

“Ok if it's about how we look at each other, then you and that hershey bar you were eating the other day were totally in love.” I mimic the way he ate the bar, moaning with each bite. 

“You’re not wrong, that hershey bar really rocked my world.” He grinned at me. 

“You’re gross.” But we crack up laughing.   

[maximwtf]

“I’ll promise you this.”

                                  Julian Devorak x Reader

words: 1200

google docs pages: 2.5

Warnings: description of the red plague and the symptoms, death.

opening: Julian is so busy working on the cure for the plague, that he doesn’t notice you, his apprentice falling ill. He comes to find out about your condition when he finds you locked in his office. 

AN// Does this fandom have any demand on here anymore? I have no idea. I’ve still come back to this fandom after all these years, because I saw 1 picture of Julian on my Pinterest feed. (Reader can be any gender)

                                 “I’ll promise you this.”

It had started as a simple cough, and if you hadn’t been working as hard as you were, you might have realised that it wasn’t just a simple cough. Being Julian’s apprentice made you work as hard as you could for the cure, which led you to ignore your own health most of the time. This all put together got you to ignore the symptoms of the very thing you were searching a cure for. But you not noticing what had been going on, didn’t mean that no one had noticed. As the cough got worse and your temperature began to rise, Valdemar noticed. 

It was already night, and you had been planning to leave soon, only collecting some of your things from the dungeons before getting out of there. A voice caught your attention, you weren’t alone anymore. “Doctor 069 left you something in his office. He requested for you to see it as soon as possible.” Valdemar’s cold voice said. You could only let out an agreeing hum, accompanied by a firm nod. You snapped your bag shut, and slowly swayed your way to Julian’s office. You could tell there was a fever rising in your body, and by today you had come to accept the fact that you had fallen ill without noticing. A nasty cough escaped your mouth but that didn’t startle you, the slam from behind you did. It was as if your body turned around on its own to see what had happened. The office door had been slammed shut, and before you could speak a word the key on the other side of the door turned, clicking it locked. “W-what?” You asked, leaning on the wooden table behind you. “You obviously got a case of the plague. We can’t have you getting others ill as well, can we?” Valdemar’s cold voice replied as they walked away. The heels of their shoes clicked against the hard floor, before disappearing completely.

You slumped down onto Julian’s chair, chest feeling heavy. It was true that you’d be a danger to others out there, but this wasn’t the place you would have ever thought of having to die in. Gaze following along and slumping down to your hands, you could see the redness starting from the tips of your fingers, soon it would spread more. This morning your left eye had seemed a little red, and by now it must have been worse. There was no mirror to fact check that from, but you had taken care of enough patients to know how the symptoms progressed. Time would pass in the cold dungeons, and as the fiver would rise you’d slowly start to get more delirious. 

Time passed, but you couldn't count the hours anymore. Your vision felt blurry and a cold sweat kept you feeling uneasy. The only sound you could hear were the bugs in the pit, feeding on their latest meal. It disgusted you, or would have if you weren't in the delirious state you had thought about earlier. Nothing made sense, time felt like it didn’t exist anymore and sometimes when you gained a little bit of your sense back you’d find yourself either sitting on the cold floor or sitting on the chair with your head in your hands. Your body shook. 

Through all this, you couldn’t hear what was going on outside the small office. But someone had heard you, heard the heavy breathing and painful sounding coughs. Julian had a worried look on his face as he fumbled with his keys, clicking the lock open and revealing your worn out form, leaning against the table. “Y/n!” He exclaimed as the keys fell from his hands, clinking as they went down. The doctor was quickly by your side, leaning you off of the table to get a look at you. “Open your eyes for me dear.” He said silently, tapping your cheek a little to get you to cooperate. His eyes went over your form frantically, not even noticing that he was biting down on his bottom lip. A groan left your mouth as you opened your eyes, gaze wandering around the grim room. That was enough for Julian to see the scleras of your eyes had turned red. The one that had started to go earlier was a deeper shade, the other had just begun the process. Julian took a napkin from his coat, wiping the cold sweat from your forehead in a desperate attempt to help you. Your hand shook as it lifted up to take a hold of his wrist, barely hanging on. “Stop. You’ll get infected.” You groaned out, looking up at him. His eyes on the other hand were on your palm, watching the red that had spread even more from the tips of your fingers. “How did I not notice…” He scolded himself the same way you had seen him do many times in the past. “We’ve both been busy.” You mumbled as a response, feeling the sense in you being pulled away by the high fever.It almost felt like something was taking over you, not allowing you to think properly. 

A loud rumbling noise filled the room as Julian sweeped half of the items from the table to the floor, some of them he slid into a compartment. “Come on dear, we’ll get you all healed up.” He murmured as he lifted you to the table, laying you to your side, in a position he had found the patients at this stage found the easiest to breathe in. “I’ll get some leeches and we’ll-” His almost frantic voice said, not being able to hide his sheer panic and regret much longer. “There is no need for that.” You growled out, trying to keep a hold of your mind as it spiralled. “Surely you don’t think I’m leaving you to die here?” The doctor said in a desperate attempt to lighten the mood, mostly for himself. “What is there to do?” A much weaker cough escaped from you. “If you wish to help me, find the cure after I pass. Then my work was not for nothing.” You added slowly, the fever making you see things. You might have only been an apprentice, but you knew what a good fever was capable of. Your comment seemed to have stunned Julian in a way for a moment, since he didn’t say anything. 

The doctor's hands had formed into fists, anger in him boiling as the knowledge of not being able to do anything for you slowly set in. Could have he prevented this if he had noticed earlier? You didn’t deserve this. If anyone deserved this, it was him. He should be laying on that table, alone. Julian easened his jaw, and spoke up. “I’ll find the cure. I’ll promise you that my dear.” He looked down, hair falling over the white raven-like mask. There was no response from you anymore, and wouldn’t be for a long time. 

[britany1997]

Paul and Fishy: True Love’s Fish

Here’s my little early Valentine’s Day gift to y’all❤️ hope you enjoy this!

(Also big s/o to all my Fishy fans, he loves y’all too, he told me😤)

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Paul strutted down the boardwalk with Fishy in tow. After months of begging, Paul had finally agreed to take him along on the boys’ infamous nightly visits. Paul had flown to the boardwalk, forgoing his bike for the night, and all the boys had been recruited to help keep Fishy safe.

When they had protested, Dwayne had mentioned that if they didn’t agree to protect the goldfish, there was a real possibility the car could go missing again.

David had lifted some bubble wrap from the post office, and wrapped a layer around Fishy’s bowl. Marko held it, his hands generally much steadier than Paul’s, as they walked past the stands where vendors tried to push their rigged games on unwitting tourists. Fishy swam in circles contentedly, happy to be let into this part of Paul’s life.

Paul smiled as he walked next to Fishy, pointing out all the boys’ favorite places to the excited goldfish. Fishy blinked and bubbled back to all Paul’s rambling, until he caught sight of something that made him freeze.

“…and that’s why we can’t go on the carousel anymore. Shame really, best place to pick up babes, you tell ‘em, ‘you look good riding that horse baby, but you’d look better riding me!’” Paul said, laughing at his own joke.

When he was met with silence, Paul’s brow furrowed. “Hey Fishy,” Paul said waving his hand in front of Fishy’s bowl, Marko rolling his eyes as he watched, “did you get it? Because you ride horses on a carousel? This is like, my best stuff bud!” Paul looked at Fishy concerned.

The goldfish usually would have humored Paul, but he was entranced, staring at one particular stand. Paul looked to follow Fishy’s line of sight until he too was looking at another goldfish, a prize for one of the games.

Paul gasped in surprise, “Fishy! You’re more dog than fish right now dude! She looks like she totally digs you!”

Paul was right, the other Fish returned Fishy’s soulful gaze, seemingly as transfixed as he was. Paul glanced back and forth between Fishy and the goldfish in the stands. He sighed.

Paul thought about how Fishy had listened to him talk through every silly little fight he had with his three, devilishly attractive, boyfriends. How Fishy had spent many a night in Marko’s room because Paul had brought home someone to…keep him company. Fishy has always been a good friend to Paul when it came to his love life.

Paul looked down at the cash in his pocket and knew what he had to do. It was time to return the favor.

“C’mon Marko,” Paul commanded, “we’ve gotta see a man about a fish.”

Marko groaned, but followed Paul anyway, carrying Fishy with him.

Paul walked up to the booth that housed Fishy’s mate and handed the vendor five bucks, “three baseballs please.” Paul asked with a smile on his face.

The vender nodded and handed the blond vampire the baseballs.

Paul wound up and tossed the first one at a tower of bottles. He missed. ‘No problem,’ he thought, ‘I’ve still got two.’

After he failed to even get close to the bottles with his other two tosses, his smile faltered. This was going to be harder than he thought…

Fifteen balls later, Paul was down to his last fiver, which he slammed down onto the counter with gusto. “I’ll take three more balls,” he spoke while glaring at the booth’s vendor. Marko sighed, still holding Fishy’s bowl tightly in his arms. Paul turned back to shoot Marko a pointed look.

“This is serious Mark,” Paul spit, “do you want Fishy to die alone???”

Fishy blinked.

“Sorry, sorry, sorry, I’m just stressed,” Paul replied, “I’m gonna do this for you I promise! You’re my best friend and you deserve to be happy.”

Marko made a disgusted face, “your best friend?” He asked.

“You’re my best BOYfriend,” Paul said back, “don’t tell the others,” he whispered.

Paul turned back to the game stand vendor, who looked genuinely confused at the bizarre conversation. “Balls” Paul demanded. Marko stifled a laugh while the vendor placed the baseballs in Paul’s hand.

Paul wound up and threw the first ball. He missed. He would up again and threw the second ball. Missed again. Paul took his last ball and brought it to his lips, giving it a kiss. “Please,” he whispered to the ball, “let me do this for my friend, please.” He all but prayed, his eyes closed and brow furrowed.

Paul wound up once more and threw his last ball, holding his breath as it whizzed through the air.

Paul, Marko, and Fishy watched as the ball collided with the tower of bottles. The force from the baseball sent bottles flying until there was just one left, rocking back and forth on the ledge. Paul was shaking from anticipation begging for the bottle to just fall already.

In a last ditch effort, he blew softly at the bottle while the vendor’s back was turned. The bottle rocked one last time before clattering to the ground with a bang. Paul had won.

Paul jumped up and down with excitement, Fishy wiggled his fins with joy, Marko gasped in disbelief, and the vendor rolled his eyes apathetically.

“I did it Fishy!” Paul exclaimed, “now you can be with your soulmate!”

Fishy blinked rapidly.

“Geez calm down bud,” he told Fishy, “you don’t wanna look tooooo eager in front of the ladies.”

Fishy blinked.

“Smooth,” Paul said, winking at him.

Fishy let out three bubbles as he stared affectionately at the other Fish. As she looked into his eyes deeply, the fish let out three bubbles back. Paul gasped, “she really is the one!” He exclaimed. Fishy turned to blink at him in affirmation.

The vendor handed Paul the bag containing the goldfish which he subsequently poured into Fishy’s bowl with him. The two fish swam in circles around each other, obviously excited to be together. Paul looked on smiling, “I think I’ll call her Goldy,” he said happily, as Marko pinched the bridge of his nose between his fingers.

Paul reclined on his bed with Goldy and Fishy’s bowl in his lap. He smiled down at them as he watched them blink to each other.

After awhile, Fishy looked up and blinked at Paul.

“Oh! My bad you guys!” Paul said, “I’ll just uh- I’ll get out of your way.”

Paul placed the fishbowl on top of his bedside table and left the room to go into the lobby. But before he did, he turned back one more time, while he couldn’t be absolutely sure, he seemed to have caught sight of the fish sharing a sweet kiss.

Wiping a tear from the corner of his eye he whispered, “that’s my boy,” his voice full of pride for his best friend.

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[spicyspiders]

Henry/001/Peter/Vecna with a reader who has the ability to neutralise his powers?

No spoilers for season four, but I do want to give a warning because Peter gets a little jealous. Hope you enjoy.

Neither of you was really one for public displays of affection. There were times when you would, but only when you knew it was safe. The furthest you had both gone was one of Peter’s long arms wrapped around your shoulder with the occasional brush of your hand to the small of his back. 

A late-night trip to the supermarket meant no different. This was one of your favorite times to go, that and also in the morning after the early morning rush of nine-to-fivers had clocked in and begun their day. 

You had made a routine of it: you would push the cart around, and Peter would put what you needed inside. You loved watching him, loved watching his long fingers pick of produce as he carefully read the labels. Sometimes you would pay too much attention, almost bumping Peter with the cart, and then having to sheepishly apologize when he would turn and send you a glare with no actual malice behind it. 

The late-night visits were also nice because it meant you two almost had the entire store to yourself. 

Almost.

After your second apology to Peter’s ankles for nearly hitting them, you heard a snicker off to your side. 

“Drunk driver in aisle three?” The stranger asked.

It was a bad joke, horrible, even, but you still gave it a small chuckle to play along, “maybe a little,” you responded quickly, hoping Peter would save you from the situation, but when you looked for him, he was at the end of the aisle. 

You walked off, sending the man a smile before going back to Peter.  

“Did you hear what he said?” You whispered when he approached him, not wanting the stranger to hear. 

Peter didn’t respond, only placed something else in the basket before turning into the next aisle. 

“Are you ignoring me?” You whined, pushing the cart after him. 

He was. 

You chose at that very moment to let the cart go a little too far, barely nudging Peter in the process of stopping. Peter actually did glare at you this time, but you just crossed your arms over your chest and looked right back at him. 

“Brat,” Peter said, low enough that the music playing throughout the market almost drowned his voice out. 

You couldn’t help the warm feeling that settled in your gut at the word, and Peter could tell, smirking when the effects of the single word wash over you.  

“I think bandaids are on the next aisle over,” you heard a voice announce from behind you. The annoyed look that flashed on Peter’s face was all you needed to see to know that the same man was back. 

“I’ll make sure to grab some,” you said to the man, the smile you gave him this time felt like a pain to force. 

By the time you and Peter had gone throughout the other aisles you needed and checked out, you had all but forgotten about the man. It was when Peter was pushing the cart back to one of the cart corrals near your car that the man decided to show up again. 

“I could show you a better place to drink that isn’t in a grocery store,” the man said. 

It took a moment to register what he actually meant, but once it did, you forced out a laugh, “I’m good,” you said, hoping the man would understand how uncomfortable he was now making you. 

The man only pushed further, this time stepping into your space to lay a hand on your arm, “just one drink?” He asked. You scanned around for Peter, when you finally found him, you noticed he had one hand held out in front of him, a murderous look on his face. 

Peter’s powers didn’t work on you. You both knew that, but something you didn’t know was whatever was in you that neutralized his powers, also worked on the things you came into physical contact with. It, however, didn’t work on one of the shopping carts that stood near you, which flew forward with the force of Peter’s powers. Conveniently flying right into a car which you assumed belonged to the stranger, who was now yelling and running to his now dented car. 

“That was new,” you said, trying to break the uncomfortable silence of the car ride home. 

It kind of worked from the grunt Peter gave in response. You still took it as a win. 

“I meant about you being jealous, not about the whole power neutralization thing,” you smirked in his direction, watching as his hands tightened on the steering wheel. 

Peter made a louder noise when you reached over to grab one of his hands, letting it fall from the steering wheel with a grumble. 

“Don’t break another car tonight, please,” you said. It was still silent on the rest of the ride home, but you now held one of Peter’s hands while you watched out the window as the world passed you by, a small, smug, smile on your lips.

[toomuchracket]

since we be talking abt birthday stuff… what abt the thought of taking couple pics with matty in a photobooth for ur bday :D a bunch of cute poses and stuff

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this is actually so cute!! i see this being very "last thing we do before we go home" vibes, and the scenario that popped into my head reading the ask was you and matty squishing yourselves into one of the little passport-pic photobooths dotted in shopping centres/supermarkets across the uk lol. like say you've had a lovely day doing whatever - i did a museum day for my birthday last year, so something like that, maybe - which culminated in matty taking you to dinner at a fancy restaurant, the two of you chatting and laughing and gazing lovingly into each other's eyes as you split a dessert and get tipsy on expensive champagne (you gasped when you saw how much it cost on the wine list but matty was like "shush its your birthday i can afford it and you deserve it i love you so much" and then you were cool and excited about it lol), just the most perfect evening!! and it's a nice night, not too late, so you guys decide to walk home - matty flits between holding your hand and your waist, tugging you into him so he can kiss your head, and he makes you stop frequently just so he can hold your face with both hands and kiss you. you stop into the almost-empty supermarket on the way, so matty can buy cigs (and a bar of chocolate for you two to share on the rest of your walk lmao), and you're about to walk out together when matty tugs you back to stand in front of this photobooth and nods to it like "you wanna?", and you raise an eyebrow and go "you really can't wait until we get home?" and giggle. and matty rolls his eyes and says "get your head out of the gutter i want to take pictures with you to commemorate your birthday, not do anything... nefarious", and you're like "aww that's cute. ok lets do it". so you watch your boyfriend struggle to get the stool to the right height - you don't hesitate to quip that "well now you know there's someone shorter than you in our area" - before matty goes in and sits down, tugging you onto his lap. and you've picked the 'fun option' (idk if that exists irl but for the purposes of this ask it does lmfao) on the photo selection screen menu, so you get four poses - it takes you about fifteen minutes to decide on what to do, because matty's insistent on them "looking perfect but also natural like you know how i like the faded splendour of immaculate things taking on a more real quality yeah we need to commit to the bit and do that", and you're like "jesus christ that champagne was a mistake the bubbles have gone to your head sweetheart its a photobooth not an album cover shoot lol". but anyway, you take one of you both smiling into a kiss (which turns out to be matty's fave); one of the two of you looking adoringly at each other; one of you both smiling at the camera; one of you half-smizing (i.e. kinda posing but not quite) towards the camera and matty looking at you like you hung the moon (he was gonna do the same as you, but turned his head at the last second), which is your favourite. and like maybe you have a tiny makeout session in the booth when you see how nicely the pics turned out, which leads to matty sliding another fiver into the photobooth for another set of pics. rather than being romantic again, though, he starts kissing your neck and his hands wander to the neckline of your already low-cut dress before he says "can i? can we, just for us to keep?" and you're like "thought you didn't want to do anything nefarious in this photobooth", and matty's like "well i lied i want a picture of me holding your tit lol" <3

[a-strange-inkling]

Day 20: Gift Wrapping

Hawkins, Indiana 1985

The bell rings loudly and Eddie Munson slings his backpack over his shoulder, happy to get the fuck out of here, thanks.

“Hey, man,” Jeff says, coming up behind him from the entrance of the gymnasium. “Still on for tomorrow?”

“Yeah, and you better not be late this time,” he snaps as he turns toward him, doing a double take, brows furrowing in confusion at the sight of a neatly wrapped present tucked in his elbow. It looks professionally done. The ribbon on top is immaculate.

“Damn, that’s a fancy.” he nods down at it. “Who gave you that?”

“Oh,” Jeff follows his gaze. “Nobody, it’s for my mom, I can’t wrap for shit and there’s a gift wrapping fundraiser in the gym today.”

“Ah ha,” Eddie keens uncaringly as they continue down the hall.

“Yeah, the cheerleaders are putting it on.”

Eddie goes rigid mid step as if struck by lightning, spinning right round on his heels.

“You don’t say?”

“Yep, only five bucks too.” Jeff keeps walking only to pause in confusion, turning over his shoulder to see Eddie meandering back to the gym entrance. “Eddie?”

He peers in and wow, there they all are, the whole squad in their short little skirts and green Santa hats running a work station of three tables, wrapping gifts in an assembly line fashion.

Is she…?

Yep, there she is, at the end of the first table, she’s so short it’s hard to see her all the way back there.

He quickly pats around his coat and jeans, pretty sure he left all his cash in the van. “Jeff, spot me five bucks.”

“What!? No way.” His face twists up as he quickly makes to leave. “I don’t even have another five bucks.”

“Bullshit!” Eddie snatches him by the collar before he can get away, jumping on his back as he starts looting his pockets.

“Woaw! Woaw! Hey! Dude! What are you…?” Jeff chirps in surprise, trying to twist him off, but Eddie is too quick with the dexterity of a level 20 rogue. “Why are you like this, man?” he sighs.

“Ah ha!” Eddie grins chaotically when he finds and excavates a crisp rolled up fiver from his front pants pocket. “Lying to me.” he leers close, waving the green paper in Jeff’s face. “For shame, Jeffery!”

Jeff growls in annoyance as his oldest friend hops off him. “You don’t even have anything to wrap!”

Eddie gawks audibly at his honor being questioned. “Of course I do,” he checks around his own pockets, keeping eye contact, before finding the fresh pack of Marlboro Reds he bought at the gas station that morning. “See!”

“…Cigarettes?” Jeff monotones.

“Yeah, sure, they're for Wayne.” he tells him as if he’s an idiot. “Picked em out special.”

“You’re going to have the cheerleaders gift wrap a pack of cigarettes on school property?”

“What? It’s not like I’m smoking, it’s still sealed.” Eddie shrugs, patting his face dismissively. “See you later man, I’ll pay you back.” he promises, sprinting away. “You know I’m good for it.”

“Yeah, yeah, sure you will.” Jeff rolls his eyes as he turns to leave.

Eddie saunters casually into the gym and gets in line, handing his five dollar bill to the cheer coach, who shoots him that default ‘what are you up to, Munson?’ look that all the teachers give him. He just smiles back at her, big and innocent. The first cheerleader is some junior who audibly squeaks in mortification when the pack of smokes is placed in front of her. “Coach!”

“Eddie.” Coach Michaels sighs heavily when she glances over to see the red and white box, pinching the bridge of her nose.

“What? What? It’s a gift, it’s sealed!” He defends himself, placing a hand over his chest dramatically. “Are you trying to raise money here or not, Brenda?”

With a low frown she eventually waves it along, rolling her eyes. “Just wrap it up quickly, Janie.”

“Oh, okay, um, what paper?” she asks him.

He looks over his options briefly.

“You know what, Janie? Let’s go nuts, hit me up with the snowmen.” Eddie replies with a click of his fingers in her direction, his eyes on Chrissy who’s completely focused on her task of tying a ribbon around a medium sized gift box, doing this cool trick with her fingers that gives the bow several layers.

Janie makes quick work of her wrap job, sliding it down the table to the queen herself. He follows, coming to stand across from her. She lifts her eyes up to him and holy shit he did not think this through.

He feels his heart start to hammer in his chest and the back of his throat suddenly dry.

She looks a little surprised to see him, nervous maybe, but still smiles softly.

Her mouth parts slightly. It’s then that he realizes that she said something and he totally missed it.

“Sorry? What?”

Fucking smooth.

“What color ribbon?” she asks, tilting her head toward all the different rolls on a spool beside her. God, her voice is so sweet and dainty.

“Oh, uhm…” he lowers his eyes to the strands, noticing that the top of her fingernails are painted red and white to look like candy canes.

“How about whatever you um… you think is best.” he pockets his hands.

This is going so well.

She nods, glancing down at the small box, then back at the ribbons thoughtfully before going with white. Probably to match the snowmen.

He watches, mesmerized, as she ties up the box, doing the same layering trick for the bow as before, weaving the ribbon in and out between her fingers.

She’d be good at guitar. He thinks vaguely.

“That’s cool.” he mutters, making her glance back up at him.

“What?”

“…the um,” he points to the bow and then wiggles his fingers. “Loopy thing you’re doing.”

God, kill him. Kill him now.

“Oh,” She glances down at her work like she’s just noticed what she’s been doing for the first time. “Thank you.” she murmurs, her cheeks turn a little pink as she tapes the bow on top of the small box, handing it back up to him. He takes it, his mouth opening up to speak again on its own accord.

“Munson, move it!” Coach Michaels calls over in annoyance. “You’re holding up the line!”

He shoots her a bitter death glare, noticing that he has indeed clogged up the que with about five people waiting.

Chrissy ducks her head down, hiding a sheepish smile.

“Thanks.” he jingles the small box in his hand as he reluctantly moves on, letting the freshman behind him take his place. “Looks great.”

“You’re welcome.” she nods again, turning her attention to the next present.

He gives her one final, lingering glance, before he turns, heading back toward the exit, smiling to himself as his fingers trace the curves of her bow.

@hellcheerxmas

[scribbling-dragon]

Watcher’s Nest Café Masterpost

COMPLETE!

(ao3 link)

“I want you to know that I hate everything about this.”

Scott hums into his drink, sipping at it before throwing the whole thing back like it’s a shot. The bitter taste is enough to wake him up at least a little more. “You're here on time, at least.”

Jimmy’s staring at him when he looks up, apron held in his hands as he squints. Scott stares back at him. “How much espresso was in that?” He asks. Scott doesn't actually know, he measured it more with his heart than his eyes.

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Or: I’ve finally cracked and written a coffee shop au.

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

The man came back.

The man walks into the café the next morning, smiling cheerily as the bell twinkles merrily above the door, announcing his arrival. He is far too happy for a man whose stolen fiver is still sitting in the tip jar.

Chapter 3

“Aren't you cheerful this morning,” Jimmy slips the tablet from his  hands then promptly almost drops and smashes it. It would be funny if it  hadn't made Scott feel a little bit sick as he thought about explaining  how that happened. “Rough night?”

He hums. “Something like that.”

Chapter 4

“Morning sunshine!”

“Martyn,” he turns to face the man. The man that has, unfortunately, become a fixture at the café over the past few weeks. He’s even taken up residence along the front bar when Scott is working. Which is always. Martyn’s greeting catches up with him a moment later, brain lagging several seconds behind their conversation. “Sunshine?”

Chapter 5

It’s a slightly warmer day than the past few days have been. Which isn't actually that much of an achievement, but it’s something, and so Scott is taking a moment to enjoy the sunny weather. Even if he steps outside and it would still threaten to freeze his scales off, the slightly warmer weather is enough to put him in a mostly good mood.

“Thank you,” he smiles at the customer, handing their drink over to them. The cardboard of the take-away cup is warm beneath his hand, even through the leather of his gloves. The customer glances at him, taking their drink with a squeaked out “thank you” before darting away to join their friends.

Chapter 6

“It’s open,” he calls, just loud enough to be heard.

He waits, and then a moment later the door creaks open, the sound of feet shuffling over carpet reaching his ears. “Take your shoes off.”

“What if I’d been a murderer?”

Chapter 7

“I don't know,” Tango stands by the door, both drinks in hand as he waits for Jimmy to finish his conversation. He smiles at Scott when he catches his eye before looking away again, watching the people outside, on the street. “Maybe you will! How am I meant to know? I don't think you even know what you're gonna do half the time.”

“I’ll be there,” Scott settles a hand over the back of Jimmy’s hand, patting it a few times before pulling back again. When he looks up, Jimmy is regarding him with suspicion.

“I know where you live.”

“I am well aware.” He smiles at Jimmy’s frown deepening, bordering on the edge of a scowl.

“I have nothing against dragging you, kicking and screaming, out of your apartment.”

Chapter 8

The café was quiet.

The customers inside were sitting contentedly at their own tables, each lost in their own worlds as they spoke quietly amongst each other. He didn't know what he expected, really, from a café that relied on the local student populace. And with several final deadlines yesterday, there wouldn't have been many people willing to get up this early, let alone make the trek to the café with the miserable weather outside

Scott wishes that a few more people would come in, only so that he might have something to do.

[thankyouforbeingsowrong]

i realised that i never sent you an ask and was horrified -- so, how about sweater weather or if someone already sent that in "this is a very long hug now sort of hug" (a bitch is trying to romanticise autumn and all the dark days and rain it will bring😭)

Don’t be horrified haha, I still haven’t finished your last prompt from forever ago, SORRY XD  

BUT I will say it was extra motivating to come up with something to help you through the autumn blues. Also, I took sweater weather quite literally here, and it's decidedly not rainy, but I hope you like it! (I’m thinking thoughts about that long hug though...I might do another autumn ficlet with that, for your health of course 😉) 

[Soft prompts list is here if anyone else wants to suggest something 😊] 

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James straddles the bench seat of the picnic table, watching the smoke from his cigarette drift away on a crisp breeze. September has brought more changes than just the season this year, though he still appreciates the colours of the trees as they gently sway, the early falling leaves fluttering gracefully to the ground. 

Quiet Sunday evenings always seem to possess an aimless, ephemeral quality to James; caught between the past and the future, but somehow disconnected from the present. It’s a calming sort of feeling, when he’s in a receptive mood. He closes his eyes and exhales another slow stream of smoke, feeling the wind ruffle his hair. 

James turns at the sound of approaching footsteps, smiling his thanks when Robbie hands him a pint, before he catches on to Robbie’s barely concealed smirk. 

“New jumper?” Robbie asks, his tone light and teasing. 

“What?” James looks down at himself and groans internally. 

“No, it’s nice, just not your usual style.” 

The jumper in question is a perfectly sensible dark green knit, but he will concede that there is a large, bright orange cat emblazoned across the chest. Not his usual style indeed, or even particularly well-fitting, but it is surprisingly comfortable—one might go so far as to call it cosy, even. 

“It was a birthday gift.” James sniffs, turning his glass on the table. 

“From who, your gran?” Robbie chuckles into his pint. 

James makes a pinched face and Robbie grins. “No—was it really?” 

“I think her eyesight’s going.” 

James had come straight from visiting her to the pub, forgetting he’d put the bloody thing on before he left. He’d wanted to show her he appreciated it, knowing she must have had to ask someone at the care home to help her get it for him. 

“Well, I think it’s sweet, did she tuck a fiver in the card as well?” 

“Not quite.” James reaches into his pocket and pulls out a 50p coin. Robbie laughs again, the sound slips like a warm sip of whisky into James’ belly. 

“She’s got the right idea, about the jumper at least—it is starting to get a bit nippy.” 

James stubs out his cigarette in the ash tray on the table. “Did you want to move inside?” 

“Nah, ‘s nice out here.” Robbie gestures around them with his glass. “All the colours. I like this time of year.” 

“Well, if you get too cold, let me know—you can take a turn with the jumper, it’s a bit wide around middle for me.” 

“Oi, watch it. You’re in your mid-thirties now, lad. It’s all downhill from here.” 

James squints ahead. The sun is beginning to sink towards the horizon, casting long shadows of the trees that shiver and ripple like water across the grass. 

“I don’t know.” James lights another cigarette, tipping his head back and blowing the smoke above him, hoping the wind might carry it high over Robbie’s head. “It feels rather the opposite to me. Full of possibilities.”  

He looks over, gratified to see the warm affection in Robbie’s gaze.  

“Aye, no age limit to possibilities, that’s for sure.” 

They sit for a while in comfortable silence, sipping their drinks and watching the world move around them, until James starts to feel a restless energy welling up. 

“I think I need a walk.” 

“It’ll be dark soon.” Robbie warns. 

“All the better to hide my jumper, lest some feline-obsessed mugger tries to take it for himself.” 

Robbie rolls his eyes. “What am I going to do with you?” 

James inhales with surprise as the honest answer jumps to the tip of his tongue, twisting his hands in his lap to steel his resolve. 

“Whatever you like.” 

Robbie smiles softly at him and finishes his drink. 

“Well, who am I to argue with the birthday boy? Where to, James?” 

“The destination’s not really the point,” he muses, picking the direction with the least resistance out of the beer garden. 

As they set off together towards the river, Robbie puts a hand on James’ shoulder, squeezing lightly. 

“It’s actually quite soft this, I like it.”  

He runs his hand up and down James’ back a few times, the feel of it like an electric current running through whole left side of James’ body. It’s all he can do to put one foot in front of the other, matching Robbie’s pace, step for step. 

James reaches out, their hands finding each other by touch, fingers weaving easily together. He looks up at the sky above them as it blooms into vibrant streaks of pink and orange, and they wander on, with the invigorating autumn breeze fluttering at their backs. 

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[engeorged]

The Restaurant Part Three

Turning the corner into the refrectory, Josh looked around for Dave. It was unusually quiet for a lunch time, with only a few students eating lunch. Walking past the serving tables, the smell of the food, caused some severe hunger pangs in his middle. He hung over the food, breathing deeply. Some cheers and muffled voices from the annexe of the cafeteria broke his daydream. He walked through and saw a large crowd hanging round a table in the corner. Making his way over, he notised a few of the rugby team in amongst the crowd. They seemed to be cheering some guy on. It was probably some dumb ass freshers having some macho drinking competition over some girl, but he was intregued anyway. He stood next to Ben, and leaned above to see what was going on. To his partial surprise, he found Dave, face covered in tomato sauce, guzzling down a piece of pizza. Several boxes lay down by his side, and there was just one left on the table. His gut was stuck out in front of him like an over inflated beach ball and was resting on top of the table. It was quite a sight to see. Dave finished the last piece and drained what was left of a bottle of coke. He glanced up and saw Josh and smiled.

'Hi big man! Just got a little peckish! hope you dont mind!'

'Not at all, looks like you were enjoying yourself there! You ready to go and get some lunch? I'm starving!'

'Sure! Lets go into town! There is a chineese buffet place open that we could put out of business!' Dave added cheekily. He struggled out of his seat and tried to pull his shirt down over his tight ball and failed! 'Oh well! needed some new clothes anyway!'

As they were going down the hall on the way into town, Josh and Dave went past the sports hall and looked up. There was bunting and balloons and a huge poster heralding 'The Grand Pig-out Eating competition 2003!!' They stopped dead in their tracks and looked at each other. Daves eyes lit up like fairy lights!! .

'Lets do it man!! It says a fiver to enter and the prize is £100 quid and a meal for 2 at that restaurant we ate in the other night!!' Dave exclaimed. As if to punctuate the statement, a low rumble from Josh's taught abdomen broke the silence.

'Even your gut agrees with me man! We'll wipe the floor with them with these fuckers!' He added patting Josh's blimp. 'Plus I am still not full, I feel as if I could eat a horse'

'Fuck the that, I want a whole fucking stable of horses!! Lets go for it man!!' Josh turned and made his way into the hall. A large crowd was gathered on the bleachers and a long table was set up at the other end for the contestants. The couple made their way to the table marked 'Registration' and joined the queue. They reached the front of the queue and the girl at the desk, without looking up from her papers asked,

'Name?'

'Josh Matthews'

'Oh, hey Josh! How old are you?' she asked, head still looking down

'21'

'OK, you are contestant number 5 if you'd like to . . . woah!!! What is that?' It was only then that the girl looked up and started Josh's 70 inch round ball, his t-shirt covering only the top half, revealing a good foot and a half of flesh, with its dark brown hairy treasure trail disappearing into his over stretched tracksuit bottoms. 'Man alive! what happened to you? You werent this big last week in Physical Chemistry?!'

'What? Oh this?' He said coyly 'Oh this is just a few beer pounds, nothing a week in the gym wont shift!'

'Well I hope your right!! that is huge man! You sure you wanna enter the contest? Looks like you've already eaten?'

'Oh yeah! I've had a spot of lunch but I've always been a big eater!' He replied, handing over his five pound note.

'Your call man! Good job though mind!! We've done enough food for 20 contestants and only 4 and you 2 have signed up!' She took the money and gave him a sticker with the number 5 printed on it 'Go and sit on the stage and it'll start in about 5 minutes.'

Dave registered and they went to sit on the stage. The other contestants were already on the stage and ready to begin. Next to Josh was Will from the rugby team. He was one of the guys who had helped him when he got stuck to the water fountain. Will was also quite a big guy, at 6 foot 7 he stood head and shoulders above the others on the team and he was good looking too, dark hair and dark brown eyes with rugged stubble all over his face. But he wasnt just tall and pretty. He weighed in at about 320 lbs and most of that was in his impressive beer gut he had achieved during his 6 years in medical training. It jutted out quite a way under his white rugby shirt and strained at his 40 inch twisted jeans.

'Hey Josh, Dave!' He nodded as the 2 sat down!

'Hey Will! Hows it going?' Dave asked

'Not bad, looking forward to this man! I won the past 4 years running you know! Havent eaten a thing since yesterday you know! Looks like you've done the same!' He joked stroking the tight curve of Josh's belly.

'Well, we're not as prepared as you, but we'll kick your ass man!' Dave laughed

'Yeah! Whatever! Been hearing about you two!! Didn't realise you were joining in with this though! Glad of the competition!! The others didnt look up to much! Might have to get a bit serious now though!' He laughed as he undid his belt and slid it from its loops. 'Looks like I won't need this now! Anyway! I'm up for the challenge! May the best gut win!'

The other 3 contestants who were looking nervously across at Will's impressive belly, were now taking double takes at Josh and Dave. The compare made his way to the stage and took the microphone,

'Ladies and gentlemen, welcome the the Pig Out eating contest 2003!' The crowd cheered wildly and held up their banners and started waving them around. 'Today's contestents are Ian!' Ian was the football captain and was 6 foot tall and about 190lbs.

'Contestant number 2! Brian!' Brian was much shorter but much fatter, he was a computer lecturer and weighed about 250lbs and sported a fat flabby gut.

'Contestant number 3! Brad!' Brad was the opposite of Wayne, he was tall blonde and toned. He was a typical pretty boy, with highlighted blonde hair and french connection clothes. There was no way he would pose any threat to anyone!

'Contestant number 4, Will. Number 5, Josh and number 6, Dave! There is our line up for 2003 Pig-out. You all know how this works, there are 3 knock out rounds and a final. This year, to try something new, the knock out rounds will be themed, they are all television and film moments!! Our first round will be . . . . the milk challenge from Jackass! Each contestant has to drink a gallon of milk in the shortest time possible! Can you bring out the milk jugs!'

6 girls came on in spangly tops each carrying a large gallon jug of milk, they placed it in front of each contestant and walked off stage.

'There is a bucket at the side for those who need it!!' Cheers went up from the crowd 'Contestants, ready, 3 . . . 2 . . . 1 . . . GO!!'

Josh and Dave dove straight in to their milk and guzzled greedily, unlike the other contestants, who were struggling through, drinking one glass at a time, Josh and Dave knocked it straight back, Josh beating Dave by 2 seconds. Looking around Josh let out a humungous burp which echoed around the hall, at which cheers went up from the crowd. Dave let out a mighty belch and turned to look at Josh, neither had even broken a sweat. Looking at the others, They found that Will had nearly finished, as had Brad which was very surprising, even more surprising was the small bump under his usually tight abs. Ian was just draining the last few dregs and Brian had thrown nearly the whole gallon into his bucket and was lying sweatily on the floor.

'Well! I think we have our first contestant to be knocked out, bye bye Brian!' The crowd clapped as the girls returned to escort him off the stage. 'I think we have an all time record for that round as well with Josh Matthews finishing in 18 seconds flat!! Well done Josh!'

Josh smiled and looked very pleased with himself. He felt the gallon of cold milk sloshing around in his gut as the lining cramped with hunger pains. Brad was panting hard and rubbing his belly whilst Ian was leaning forward and belching to make room for the next round. Will and Dave both sat totally calm, if slightly larger, and smiled with pride.

'The next round is taken from the film Beethoven and each contestent has 5 mins in which to eat as many hotdogs as possible! Girls bring on the trolleys!' the girls came back on with a trolley each filled with large plates of hotdogs. 'On your marks, set, GO!!'

Yet again the 5 tore into the food, Stuffing the hotdogs into their mouths with gusto. Josh and Dave, totally lost in the feeding trance, were guzzling two at a time and were neck and neck. WIll was struggling but was managing to keep up with them. When they were on 15, Ian was still on his 6rd and was looking very green, the memory of the milk surfacing in his gut. Brad had given up after 5 and was busy throwing them back up along with his milk into the bucket. At 4 minutes, Ian had stopped on 7 but Will, Dave and Josh were still eating. 20, 21, 22, 25!! All three had guts which were swelling up. Will stopped a minute to undo a button and give the gut a rub, his hugely swollen belly expanded to fill the space. Josh and Dave still racing ahead, 30, 31, 32. The whistle blew for 5 mins. Ian and Will stopped and panted for breath, Will undoing another button to make room for his inflated balloon. Josh and Dave totaly oblivious, continued to eat, much to the girls surprise. They raced on both hitting 40 hotdogs.

'Gentlemen! we've finished! LEave some room guys!' The compare tried! 'Girls, take the trollies away!' As the trollies were wheelied away Josh grabbed a further 3 hot dogs and stuffed them into his face, whilst Dave looked up and grunted.

Silence rolled around the hall as the students looked on shocked. Someone at the back started clapping and soon the whole place was cheering again.

'Well, ladies and gentlemen!' The compare continued 'I think we are gonna have a good contest today. Ian managed 7, Brad managed 5 but then threw up, Will managed a whoping 35 whilst Dave managed 40 and our winner of this round is Josh who managed 43!! I think its time to say goodbye to Brad!'

Brad was wheeled off on a wheelchair, still hiccuping. Ian was lying on his back with his shirt off rubbing his fairly swollen gut. Will had also taken his top off but was busy recovering by massaging his bloated ball with baby oil. Josh was sat watching all this, not really caring that his gut had totally snapped the elastic in his tracksuit bottoms and was covering up half of his lap. Just waiting for the third round. Dave was the same, his elastic still holding but his Gut had totally escaped the holds of his shirt, and all of the buttons were gone, and his protesting belly had escaped and was sitting there, its fine coating of hair glistening with sweat. Without moving, he belched and farted at the same time, both thundering round the hall explosively, each recieving a cheer. This also had the effect of shrinking his gut slightly but added the advanatge that there was some more room to be filled.

'Round 3! We thought this was going to be a real challenge, but looking at the size of our contestants and seeing what they have already eaten, i'm not too sure anymore. The next round is from Cool Hand Luke, each contestant will be given 50 hard boiled eggs to eat and it was going to be the one who eats the most or the one who finishes all 50, but I think that we may need to change it. Erm,' He paused, thinking, 'Well bring on all the eggs, we've cooked a thousand eggs, thinking we'd have 20 contestants, but theres only 4 left so just see if you can manage the fifty! And GO!'

Without hesitating, they dove in. Ian managed to keep up until number 30 when he dropped outof the competition, literally! He fell off his chair. His gut was clearly as swollen as he could make it and he never quite got rid of the slight green colour after the hot dogs. To his credit though he wasnt sick, he just lay there with his tanned ball jutting into the air, his pecs still visible on the top of the mound. His trousers had been forced undone and were unzipped all the way to the bottom, revealing to everyone that he was not wearing underwear. Raucous laughter went up from the crowd as the notised his flacid cock hangning out! Too stuffed to care, he just lay there groaning clutching at his hugely inflated belly. The laughter soon died down when they notised his ample size and girth!

Will was managing to keep up with Josh and Dave and at 40 they were all neck and neck. 50 and niether showed signs of stopping, 60, 70 and 80 eggs dissapeared down each of their throats and their guts continued to swell. Will actually reached 100 eggs slightly ahead of the other two and was in the lead, this was mainly due to the fact that he was eating 3 at a time and josh and Dave could only manage 2! At 150 eggs, will started to slow and by 156 he had given up. Groaning he fell to the floor, clutching his immense belly. He undud the last 2 buttons on his fly and let his gut relax, it expanded again to fill the new space. Audible gurgling sounds were heard by the first few rows.

Meanwhile, Josh and Dave were on their 200th and 206th eggs respectively, now totally lost in their feeding frenzies they continues. When Josh reached his 300th Egg the whistle went and the rest of the eggs were removed from the stage.

Cheers erupted from around the hall and the compare came up to the stage! 'That ladies and gentlemen has got to be a record!! 300 eggs, 43 hot dogs and a gallon of milk!!! Josh's gut was defineatley larger than ever. It must have been at least 85 inches round, and Dave wasnt far off. His gut was swollen enormously and was a huge round ball.

'We will now take a break and will convene in half an hour for the finals where our mamoth competitors Josh, Dave and WIll will compete for the big grand prize!!!'

[hext00ns]

The Sneezer {@sicktember}

AO3 l!nk in comments

Ships: Miko & Mitch

Rating: G

Warnings: None

Description: Miko is determined to find the source of an over heard sneeze at her work place before the whole store catches it.

{Sicktember 2022 Day 24: "I Need You to Pull Over!"}

A sound made Miko pop her head out of her locker and look around. If she didn't know any better she'd say it almost sounded like a cut off sneeze. She squinted at her fellow glitch techs.

“Uhh, Miko?” Five questioned. “What are you lookin at?”

“It could be any of them.”

“What could be who?”

Miko grabbed the front of Five’s uniform and brought his face closer to her own, almost smashing their noses together comically. “The sneezer.”

Five only raised a brow in obvious question. “The… what?”

“Someone sneezed, Fiver,” she exclaimed, letting go of his shirt and going back to observing her comrades. “And I’m gonna find out who it is.”

“What’s the big deal about a sneeze?”

“‘What’s the big deal’? Clearly you don't understand.” Miko turned to him, a deadly serious look to her face. “It’s a war out there, Five. When one person comes home with it,” she grabbed his shirt again to pull him back in, “everyone gets it.”

The realization that Five was talking to the middle child of a large family finally sunk in. He gave a roll of his eyes and pulled her hand off his uniform. “Miko, I don’t think it’s that big of a deal. I mean- it could just be allergies.”

“But we don’t know that for sure!” she exclaimed, shoving her pointer finger into his face. “We need to sniff out the Sneezer and quarantine them immediately!”

He batted her hand away, ready to respond before he was interrupted by Phil stepping towards them.

“Miko, Five.” The two looked towards the man. “I need the two of you to go with Mitch and Zahra to check out a large glitch signal we got near the park.”

The shorter tech smashed her hand to her forehead in mock salute. “You got it boss! But before we head off,” she looked around to see if anyone else was listening in. Most of them had already made their way out of the lockers. She moved closer to Phil and whispered, “We have a code sneeze.”

Phil raised a brow down at her. “I’m not gonna ask ‘what’ cause I actually don’t care,” he said before walking off.

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As the duo set up for their tasks, Miko kept a peeled eye on all her coworkers. However, nothing particularly came up. No more sneezes or even a harsh clear of the throat. She momentarily wondered if Five was right. Maybe it was just a random sneeze.

She packed up her gear and hopped into her and Five’s ride. They made their way towards the signal Phil had sent them and met up with Mitch and Zahra. When they arrived Miko noticed that Mitch seemed… off. She couldn’t really pin down what it was but there was just something odd about the other in the moment. Something different. She elected to ignore the whatever it was.

They activated their gauntlets and started their search. It wasn’t long before the glitched showed itself. A large beast from a RPG Miko beat a few years ago. It wasn’t one she replayed much so her knowledge of it was base at best. Not that it mattered as she dove head first into the fray.

As the fight began Miko instantly noticed that Mitch didn’t just seem off, he was off. Completely off his game in the most baffling way. She also wasn’t the only one to notice.

Mitch was hardly able to dodge a blast from the glitch, causing him to trip over his own feet and ram directly into Zahra. The other let out a frustrated sound and pushed Mitch off her. “Come on man!” she hissed out. “What’s up with you today?”

“Nothing.” Mitch hissed back. “I’m fine.” He didn’t allow time for any response before shooting off back towards the beast, ready to attack. However, his full throttle was cut short by a loud sneeze practically ripping through him mixed with a harsh cough. He missed his shot at the beast and fell to his knees, skidding through the grass.

Miko let out a gasp. “You’re the sneezer!”

Mitch looked up at her with a glare. “The what?”

Zahra looked from the beast towards Mitch before running over to him and offering to help him up. “Are you okay?”

Any other day, Mitch would have smacked her hand away, but right then and there he didn’t have the energy. It was obvious on his features. He allowed the other to take his arm and pull him up.

“Are you sick?” Five asked as both he and Miko ran to them.

“I told you noobs, I’m fine-“ his words were cut off by another string of coughs wracking his form.

A screech of anger from the glitch was their only warning before a large hand came crashing down towards them. Five quickly jumped to action, keeping the monster’s attention away from his downed co-worker.

“You can’t fight in this state,” Zahra exclaimed. “Miko, take him back to HQ. Me and Five will hold off the big guy over here.”

Miko gave a nod and reached to help Mitch.

The white-haired tech pulled back from them both harshly. “I am not going back to HQ. I’m not letting you griefers get all the XP from this!”

“Are you serious right now, Mitch?” Zahra hissed out. “You’re struggling to even breathe and you’re worried about XP?”

“Hey, uh, guys!” Five called out to them. “Not to rush or anything but I could really use the help!”

The three looked over to him clearly being overpowered by the larger foe. Zahra frowned. “Miko, take him,” she hissed, the frustration clearly not pointed at the other woman. “I’m coming, Five!” She then ran off after him.

Miko didn’t waste any time grabbing onto Mitch and dragging him back to one of the vehicles. She practically shoved him into the passenger seat before jumping behind the wheel and speeding off.

Mitch hardly had any time to argue till she was already ramming her foot on the gas. He watched her call B.I.T.T. from her gauntlet.

“Hey, tell Phil that I’m coming back with Mitch but Fivers and Zahra need back up.”

“Y-Y-You got it!” Chirped back the cheery voice before the call fizzed out.

“You can’t just force me to go back!” Mitch hissed angrily. “Miko! Turn around you idiot! It’s not like I’m dying!”

“I’m not taking you to HQ,” she admitted.

He squinted at her. “What?”

“I’m taking you home.”

“That’s worse!” he yelled angrily. “You don’t even know where I live, you can’t just abduct me like this!”

His yelling clearly fell on deaf ears as Miko showed no sign of acknowledging him.

“Miko! Just- pull over, now!” he yelled angrily, reaching to grab the wheel from her.

She let out a sound of angered surprise as she slammed on the brakes so the jerk of the wheel didn’t take them too far off the road.

The van stopped with a sudden harshness, throwing both techs forward in their seat belts painfully.

Miko slammed her hands on the wheel and whipped her head to look over at the other. “What the hell is wrong with you, Mitch?”

“Take me back. Now.”

“Why are you so desperate to fight that glitch? You take down tons of glitches everyday!” she argued. “You could hardly stand back there. Let alone try to land a blow!”

“It’s not fair!” he yelled back at her. The yell breaking into a coughing fit.

Miko stopped. She realized the grip she had on the wheel was vice-like. She let go, watching the color return to her knuckles. She looked up at the other. His face was pale and bags rested unpleasantly under his eyes. Over the paling of his skin rested a flush that screamed fever.

Once he finished his hacking he didn’t turn back to look at her. He kept his head to the side. “Take me back.”

“What is up with you, Mitch? What’s ‘not fair’?”

“This!” he shouted, throwing his hands up in frustration. “Me, constantly getting sick or kidnapped or sidelined or whatever! Leaving you newbies to get all the gold and glory.” There was a bite to his words that caused Miko to frown.

“You know there’s more important stuff than XP, right?”

“Like what?”

“Uh, your health for one,” Miko deadpanned. “Uh’doi.”

His frown only pulled down farther at that.

“Oh come on, Mitch,” Miko sighed out, letting her body flop back against the car seat. “You can’t be serious. You could take like- a week vacation and still keep wrecking shop on the letterboards.” She crossed her arms. “It’s almost annoying.”

Mitch let out a breath that sounded almost like a snort. “True, my scores are practically legendary.” His brag was less as cool sounding as it was punctuated by a sneeze and a groan. “Still, why aren’t you just taking me back to HQ?”

Miko scoffed as if he insulted her. “You’re a sibling. You should know what happens when one person brings germs home.”

He rolled his eyes and groaned with a familiar annoyance. “Everyone gets it.”

“Exactly,” she nodded with a smirk. “Always gotta watch out for the sneezer.”

[lfc21]

Do you think you could do no. 6 with Robbie but platonically? I just think he'd be an awesome male friend

Your doing it wrong

You and Andy had been inseparable since the day you entered this world. You where only 2 years younger than Andy yet acted as if you where the perfect pair of twins. When Andy moved down to Liverpool you where the first one to follow his footsteps and enter the wide world of Liverpool. A home away from home. Although Andy was the athletic type you where infact far from, you couldn't even kick a ball nevermind save one or take a corner. Your brother had always teased you about being the lazy and boring sibling yet you knew he was so wrong as you actually where far more interesting than him, well that's what you liked to think.

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"Y/n!" Andy bellowed through the garden as he rushed out the patio door in great urgency. You looked over your shoulder at the sudden activity from behind you.

"Andy" you shouted back at him with the same rushed tone. His eyes fell on you with a sarcastic and unimpressed smile making you laugh as you got up from the garden furniture. The sun was in full beam, dancing across every piece of greenery in sight.

"Wanna play football?" Andy asked as his arm came crashing down onto the back of your neck dragging you across the garden with him.

"Do I have to?" You moaned as you fixed your hair due to andys ruff actions towards you. You often thought your brother thought you where one of his teammates from time to time due to how ruff and playfull he always was to you.

"As your older brother it is within my best interests to allow you to enrich in some physical activity" he sarcastically replied to you as he walked across the garden in search of a football he knew he had left out from yesterday.

"Bullshit" you shouted with a laugh as you ran over to him and jumped onto his larger back. Andy let out the most girly scream at your action until wriggling causing you to drop down from his back.

"Do it for a fiver?" Andy begged whilst messing with the ball under his feet and trying to block the shining sun from his vision.

"Tenner?" You gambled with a smirk and giggle as soon as he agreed to your ask. The ball came flying to your posetion under your feet causing you to volley it over your brothers head creating a rippling effect in which created him to throw himself half way across the grass.

"Are you trying to kill me?" He frantically asked as he looked up from his new found space on the floor.

"Yes Andy I was trying to kill you with a football" you sarcastically replied with your hands on your hips and your face portraying nothing but a boss bitch.

"I was only asking" he replied with a laugh as he dusted off his knees from the hard grass which had found home on his pants. Andy came smashing the ball into the net beside you causing you to become nothing but confused as to how he managed it when you where still struggling to walk in a straight like at the very age of 26. You quickly grabbed the ball and placed it under your foot before swinging your right foot aimlessly at the ball infront of you with no aim as to where it could go.

"Your doing it wrong" Andy dryly said followed by a small snigger in which pissed you off just that little bit. He always knew how to piss you off in the easiest of ways but he could never get away with it, you dad was forever on your side so his persistent performance of annoying you never really ended in his favour.

"Does it ever come to you that it might be you that's doing it wrong?" you bluntly said to him whilst looking up at him in which revealed his very surprised face.

"No not really" he smugly replied back causing you to offer him your middle finger. You and Andy had the perfect love - hate relationship and in all honestly it worked. Your brother was your breathe of fresh air in which you needed most days.

I really hope you enjoyed this, its my first platonic imagine and i know it should have been as friends but i couldnt resist the sibling relationship with Andy! Remeber all my title request imagines will be located in a separate masterlist (HERE) which can also be found in my main masterlist at the top. Please leave feedback and comments as it is greatly appreciated. 🙏 @prettylittletrent @cornertakenquicklyyyy @trentsko @trentshoe @trentalexanderarnold @robbo38 @robbothegoat @kostasstsimikass @chelseamount @chloereddy @hnrfc @tsimikas2l @avenirdelight @blueathens @jordanhendersunshine @mrs-henderson @thatonesexycancerian @henderson1truelover @nyctophilic0vitnir @peekapeaches @tsimikxs @tsimikostas @trentalexarnofan @leddows @moneymasnn @superkittywonderland @virgilvandxjk @virgilvandickmedown

[cream-and-tea]

happy blorbo blursday! let’s say your oc is in our modern world (if they aren’t already). what would they order when they walk into a coffee shop for the first time?

@rydykg

hiii!! happy blorbo blursday and thanks for the ask! decided to do this with the main Lay Me Down cast + some side characters since they live so rent free in my brain lol

AGNES: french vanilla mocha (she gets overwhelmed by all the drink options and someone else has to order for her but after that she’s fine)

PALLAS: you know that one post about a lady who walks into starbucks and asks like. “how much is it to fill a venti cup with expresso?” yeah. yeah that. (fiver tries to talk them out of it but they down the whole thing in like two minutes with seemingly no difficulty)

NINA: london fog with almond milk <3 (she’s the one who found out about the coffee shop and dragged everybody there)

FIVER: caramel frappe with whipped cream (he somehow ends up paying for everyone’s drinks even though no one agreed to it or asked him to)

JUDGE: dark roast cappuccino (her, calliope and max just happen to walk into the shop while the other characters are ordering so they all end up getting coffee together)

CALLIOPE: peach boba tea with lychee popping pearls (they don’t like coffee and the boba shop was on the way)

MAX: hot chocolate (he’s just a little guy)

[jimmys-zeppelin]

hi 😏

today I have for you lovely folks a blurb I wrote after watching five minutes of a documentary about the "blow-up" movie. in it, they discussed the swinging 60s in london and like. this whole scene flashed into my mind I didn't know what to do with it lmao. I won't write anything else for this situation or character unfortunately (never say never 👀) BUT I didn't want to keep it sitting in my drafts so I figured I'd post it for a SSS. enjoy 🥰

She snapped a photo as inconspicuously as she could inside the crowded club. She was only there by coincidence, a friend of a friend of a friend had gotten her an in, though she was hardly known by anyone there anyway.

Having gone on her own, it shrouded her in mystery to the other guests. At one point she'd seen the likes of Mick Jagger taking a few shots. She withheld from from snapping a picture of him. Even then she'd be quick as a whip; he wouldn't even notice.

Tugging at the skirt of her minidress—borrowed—she tried to look as calm as possible; like she belonged, though she wasn't sure how well it was working.

The jazz band on stage paid no mind to the half-listening audience. Her camera shutter closed once again. A close up of the drummer, lost in thought under the dark blue lights. At least that was her aim for the photo. Turning, she was making a move for the ladies' restroom, but was met instead with a body colliding into hers, the variety of buttons on his coat rattling in the meantime.

"Christ, pardon me." the person said, their tone coming off much more agressively than the sound of their voice.

"You walked right into me." She said rather irritably, "could've dropped my camera, you twit."

"I'm sorry, I—" he stopped, stammering when he finally got a good look at her, "I'm sorry."

"Watch where you step next time, alright?" she asked, not waiting for an answer before heading off again in the direction of the restrooms.

In her purse she could hear the two empty film canisters rattling about along with her lipstick and emergency tampon. She huffed in remembrance of the interaction she'd just had as she relieved herself. The restroom reeked of cigarette smoke—the one thing she couldn't stand about the rock scene, well...not the one thing.

Two girls conversed outside of her stall, puffing on their sticks. She could see them clearly through the crack in between the stalls. Something inside told her to go for the peep shot, but everything else warned her against it. She pulled the lever on her camera, the familiar and comforting sound of the film winding into position brought her a half second's relief.

Knowing the shutter would be too loud, she flushed and snapped in unison. The girls seemed none the wiser.

Nervously, she exited the stall, letting her camera point away from the young women as she went to wash her hands.

"Nice camera." One of them remarked, pointing at her device with the smoldering end of her cigarette.

The other turned to look, nodding in agreement. "It's real bad."

"Thanks."

"Never seen you here before, how'd you get in?" the first girl asked. She was blonde, though it was the faux blonde most girls went for. Despite it being neatly styled, it was obviously fried to a crisp.

"A friend of Brian Epstein's."

A lie.

"Shit, so you know The Beatles?" other asked. A redhead.

"No," she replied, her momentum falling flat on its face.

"Oh." the girls muttered, facing each other once again, fazing her out and dismissing her almost as quickly as they'd regarded her.

Awkwardly, she made her leave, weaving her way back into the club and going straight for the bar. She set her camera down, wishing she'd brought its strap with her. Melissa said it'd ruin the overall look, and dismally, she agreed. Now here she was, putting her precious camera on the grimy bar top.

"What'll it be?"

"Brandy and coke, please."

"Coming up, darling."

She pulled a fiver from her bag and fiddled with it as she observed the people milling about. Some conversed, others danced, and the ones in booths were in completely separate worlds.

There, she saw her accoster engaged in friendly conversation with someone she knew. The buttons on his coat shone under the red lights. He looked like an American Civil War soldier. She figured there had to be something wrong with him.

"Here you go, love." The barkeep said, passing her her drink. In exchange, she gave him the five, telling him to keep whatever the difference would be.

She watched as Buttons gestured wildly with his hands, even at times bringing his arms into the conversation. She pulled again at the lever on her camera.

Snap.

Peering just above the body of the device, she saw she only had two photos left. Having already been there for upwards of two hours, she was starting to get antsy. Discreetly, she caught another shot of Buttons and another of the band before standing from the table she'd sat at and leaving into the humid August night.