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"Sonic vs. Tails - The Ultimate April Fools Battle"

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6:38 a.m.

Early on a Monday morning, Sonic awoke to a rocking sensation. For a moment it was nice, soothing even, and he thought perhaps he'd fallen asleep on a hammock or something.

Except, it was in fact not soft fabric beneath him, but wooden boards.

A faint smell of salt alerted him next. Then a strong gust of wind. Then the cry of a seagull.

A seagull?!

His eyes shot open and he sat bolt upright, panic immediately flooding his chest upon seeing a huge mass of water all around him. He found himself sitting in a wooden fishing boat, smack dab in the middle of it.

He jumped up to his feet with a squeak of true fear, wobbling as the rocking of the boat nearly made him lose his balance.

He raced to the pole where the sails were attached and jumped onto it, full-body clinging to it with both arms and legs. "HOW IN MOBIUS DID I GET OUT HERE?!" he yelled indignantly, as loudly as he could for having just woken up.

A snicker sounded above him, and he jerked his head up so fast he nearly got whiplash.

And whom should he see perched atop the sails post but his little brother, Tails, his namesakes waving around and mischief practically written all over his face.

"Happy April Fools," the smug little fox greeted him, still giggling.

Sonic relaxed slightly, but shot Tails a feigned death glare. "It's on," he shot back, unable to hide a smirk.

-

8:23 a.m.

He had to be subtle about this. Tails was obviously very well aware what day it was. He had to be sly.

So, for his first prank of many, Sonic ran out to buy a cheap whoopie cushion, then slipped it in the Tornado's cockpit, at a perfect angle so Tails wouldn't see it until it was too late.

He was pretty proud of himself for keeping it cool, going on runs and swinging back by the workshop every few minutes to see when Tails needed to go out for a flight.

Except it was taking too long.

If he didn't get that over with, all his time to come up with more pranks for the day would be gone. And that simply wouldn't do.

"Hey, Tails!" he called from the roof, where he'd been leisurely lounging for the past five minutes. "Wanna go for a shopping run?"

After a pause of silence filled only with the sound of some metal clanging, Tails called back, "For what? I thought we were stocked."

"No, we need more— flour." He quickly improvised, having not actually checked the pantry beforehand.

"Why do we need more flour?" Tails sounded both distracted and confused as he continued whatever he was clanging around with.

"Because bread." Sonic flipped onto the ground and leaned his head through the window. "We should make bread."

Tails finally pulled back his goggles and shot him a look. "Why do you want to make bread?"

"Don't question it, Tails! Why can't I be allowed to wanna try new stuff?"

"Because it's April Fools, that's why." Tails smirked and pulled his goggles back down, studying the chunks of metal he was abusing. "There's probably a prank waiting for me at the store or something."

Sonic clasped a hand to his chest dramatically. "You seriously think I went and sabotaged public property just to pull a prank on you?!"

Without missing a beat, and without shifting his eyes from his work, Tails replied, "Yeah."

Sonic huffed and crossed his arms. "Well, I didn't. And the only way for you to see that is to come on shopping with me. I'll even let you pick the store so that you can be sure."

Tails looked at him, arching a brow and resting one hand on his hip. "You're so random," he said, shaking his head with a grin. "You realize you can go shopping by yourself, right?"

"Well, sue me for wanting to spend time with my darling little brother," Sonic pouted, trying his best to pull off a puppy-dog-eyes look.

"Since when did you become so clingy?" Tails laughed, finally setting aside his things and flying over to the window.

Finally!

"It was inevitable. You're too loveable." Sonic yanked him into a hug, right before letting him start flying towards the Tornado.

"I don't know whether to feel touched or suspici—" Tails abruptly broke off as he hopped into the cockpit, and the whoopie cushion immediately squeezed beneath him, filling the air with its awful sounds.

His face went beet red for a moment, then he closed his eyes and sighed. Sonic had already fallen over laughing, tears springing to his eyes at Tails's expression.

"Bread, huh?" Tails sounded way too calm as he turned to face his brother, but there was a terrifying glint in his eyes.

"You bet!" Sonic laughed. "Come on, what are you waiting for? Let's go get flour!"

Tails picked up the whoopie cushion and hurled it full force at the hedgehog's face.

-

8:52 a.m.

After the whoopie cushion incident, Tails forced Sonic to go out shopping anyway. He even managed to trick him into thinking he was doing it as an apology.

Oh, was that poor hedgehog mistaken. He was so in for it. Tails had sent him out shopping— alone— so he could set up his revenge prank.

He decided to go with a simple one. Perhaps he would save the more intricate and wild pranks for later in the day.

This one would still be personal, though.

Barely suppressing a little cackle of glee, Tails snatched a large bottle of clear super glue and generously poured it all over the welcome mat at his front door. This glue wouldn't fully dry for another twenty to thirty minutes, and since Sonic was only getting one thing from the store, he wouldn't take nearly that long.

Sure enough, five minutes after he'd laid the prank, he heard the distinct BOOM in the distance of his brother's impending arrival.

Tails already knew Sonic wasn't going to notice the glue. If it wasn't immediately obvious, and he wasn't in danger, he didn't pay attention to detail like that.

The door handle jiggled for a moment, then was followed by a banging on the door. His muffled voice called, "Tails, if you're gonna send me out to buy stuff we don't actually need, the least you could do is leave the door unlocked for me to actually give you the stuff we don't need."

"Oh, dear chaos!" Tails called back, deliberately sounding way too dramatically surprised. "How did the door lock itself?!"

It didn't matter if Sonic caught on. If he was banging on the door, it was too late for him.

"I don't like your tone, young man." Sonic definitely sounded suspicious, and Tails could barely suppress his triumphant laughter.

"Sorry, Dad." With a snicker, he unlocked the door and swept it open, where he found Sonic standing with a hefty bag of flour, shooting him a look.

He was standing right in the middle of the super glue puddle.

"Seriously, bro? Locking me outside? That's the best you g-GAAUHH!" Sonic broke off as he tried to take a step forward, only to pull the entire doormat up with his foot and lose his balance. He tried desperately to right himself, but only ended up pinwheeling his arms, losing his grip on the bag of flour, and falling square on his chest. A second later, the bag of flour came down on his head and immediately popped open upon pricking his quills.

After the flour dust settled, the two brothers looked at each other for a solid ten seconds, the younger standing tall with his arms crossed and a smug smile, the older slumped on the ground, covered in flour to the point of looking like a ghost, glaring daggers.

He sneezed. "That was low. I like my kicks."

"They'll be fine," Tails insisted, brushing off the flour that had drifted into his fur. "I've got a solution that'll cancel out the glue."

Sonic shook himself off, then stood up and sneezed again. "You owe me twenty rings for the waste of perfectly good flour that we didn't need."

Tails stuck his tongue out at him, then started blowing the spilled flour out the door with his tails.

-

9:35 a.m.

Sonic took a shower after the flour incident, and he made it quick enough so that Tails didn't have any time to try anything more on him, since he was still cleaning up said flour.

Once he'd gotten out and dried off, Tails brushed past him into the bathroom, and a few seconds later he heard the shower start up again.

No way there was this golden opportunity just dangling in front of him . . .

Grinning, Sonic first went to the kitchen and hit the switch for the power hose. Next time Tails went to wash the dishes, he was in for a little surprise.

Then, very quietly, he nudged the door open to the bathroom (where Tails was still in the shower), reached in, and flushed the toilet.

A second later, there was a high pitched "Yipe!" and one very startled, very wet fox kit scrambled out of the tub at the suddenly freezing water.

Sonic heard his name screeched furiously from over his shoulder as he laughed and booked it for the front door, only to catch on the doormat and faceplant the sidewalk, his socks now stuck in the super glue still coating the mat.

-

10:14 a.m.

He deserved this fate, Tails claimed.

"It's called revenge!" Sonic yelled through the door from where he lay on the ground outside in the yard. "Sweet, totally fair, revenge! Can I have the anti solution for the glue now?"

"Nope," Tails called back.

"C'moooon. These are my last clean socks, I can't just take them off and put on dirty ones. Do you want me to defile the house with smelly feet?"

"Ohh, manipulation. That's a new one!"

"Tails!"

"Just wear flipflops. Or go barefoot. I dunno."

"I don't like flip flops!" Sonic squirmed onto his side. "And I don't like being barefoot! Running barefoot is painful!"

"Ah, well. Guess you'd better apologize for ruining my lovely shower and forfeit all your desserts to me for the next three months, if you ever want to run again."

"Sorry, who was being manipulative?"

"You were!"

Sonic huffed. "You know, I could just do laundry. Yeah. Do laundry and be free."

"Wow!" Tails sounded way too amazed. "That's so genius!"

"I'll wash all my socks! I'll wash all the socks!" With caution, Sonic forced his way back onto his feet, then hopped inside the house, doormat still attached. "I'll be free in a matter of . . . hours." He frowned. "Hey Tails, can dish soap clean clothes? And how fast does a fur dryer dry clothes?"

Tails was standing in the kitchen, pouring the remains of the flour that hadn't touched the floor into a canister. He eyed his brother for a moment, then smiled sweetly. "There's one way to find out."

Without thinking, Sonic broke into a relieved grin and started hopping his way into the kitchen. "Good, because if I have to be stuck like this for one—"

He turned the faucet on, and immediately a powerful spray of cold water shot out at his face from the power hose. He yelped and sputtered, immediately switching it off as he suddenly realized he'd fallen for his own prank.

Or, more likely, Tails had seen right through his prank, and had made him fall for it.

Sonic looked down at him, water dripping down his face and off his quills. Tails had lost his cool composure and was doubled over, squeaking with laughter.

-

10:30 a.m.

"I deserved that one," Sonic grumbled, toweling off his face.

Tails sat beside him on the porch, eyes closed in smug contentment as he brushed out his tails. "Yes. You did."

Sonic turned and grinned devilishly. "You realize this isn't over, lil bro."

Tails turned a fanged smile right back on him. "Far from it."

-

11:04 a.m.

Sonic burst through Amy's door and immediately said, "Ames, I need a favor!"

Amy nearly jumped out of her skin, dropping her paintbrush onto the carpet. She sighed, but picked it up without complaining, set it on the ledge of her painter's stand, and gave him her attention. "What's up?"

"Sorry for that," he said quickly, then added, "Could you make a batch of chocolate chip cookies, but like, make three of them with raisins instead?"

Amy wrinkled her forehead even as she smiled. "Wait, what? Why?"

"It's April Fools. I need to get back at Tails."

"Oh, no." Amy laughed as she stood up and started heading for her kitchen. "What'd he do?"

"Oh, many things." As Amy set to making the cookies, he told her all about the events of the day so far. He told her about the pranks on both sides, just to keep it fair.

Amy was aware of their April Fools traditions. The same basic thing had happened the past two years as well.

It had been last year that they learned the hard way not to prank Knuckles. Or Shadow.

"You should really learn to bake," Amy commented as she eventually pulled the batch out of the oven. "It's really very fun! And satisfying."

"You know what'll be satisfying?" He snickered. "The look on Tails's face when he thinks he's gonna taste chocolate and tastes raisins instead!"

Amy shook her head with an amused sigh. "That too, I guess."

They hung out together for another twenty minutes or so, then Sonic bid her farewell and took off back to the workshop.

-

12:22 p.m.

Tails had resumed working on whatever project he'd been doing earlier that morning.

"Yo, Tails!" Sonic raced into the room, holding the container of cookies. "Amy made us cookies!"

"Ooh, she did?" Tails immediately paused what he was doing and lit up, but then suspicion clouded his face. "Wait . . . what's going on?"

"Bro, it's just cookies," Sonic laughed. "What, do you think they're poisoned?"

Tails kept hesitating, but Sonic could see him scenting the air. Since the majority of them were chocolate chip, he was detecting that— not the few raisins.

"Okay. I'll take one," he finally relented, and Sonic handed him one with raisins.

He started heading back to his project as he took a bite, but immediately stopped in his tracks. Sonic watched him stop chewing and look at the cookie for a long moment, then turn and shoot him a deadpan look.

"You're so mean," he complained, mouth still full with the bite he refused to swallow (he hated raisins). Then he tried to spit it out onto Sonic, who yelped and raced away, dropping the container of cookies on the floor.

Tails picked it up, having already figured out that most of the others were actually chocolate chip. Jokes on Sonic, now he had all the good cookies to himself.

-

1:01 p.m.

Their prank fest had delayed lunch a bit, so Sonic (after eventually returning) told Tails to kick back and relax while he made chili.

Tails seemed a little too pleased with the idea, but Sonic barely noticed, too hungry to care.

As he stirred through the pot, Tails watched him, grinning in anticipation for the meal. Earlier, while Sonic had been lying around the front yard with the doormat glued to his socks and complaining, Tails had switched out the salt and sugar.

Half an hour later or so, they sat down together to eat. It seemed Sonic thought they had reached a temporary truce, but oh, little did he know.

Tails deliberately took his sweet time in spooning the chili onto his hot dog, eyeing his brother in his corner vision. Sonic had made his in no time, digging in with two big bites before Tails had even finished dressing his.

Almost immediately Sonic paused, blinked a couple times, then kept chewing. Then paused again, frowning.

His eyes flicked to Tails, who quickly resumed dressing his chili dog.

Sonic finally swallowed. "That's weird."

"What's weird?" Tails asked innocently, actually being subtle this time.

"Chili tastes more like dessert." The hedgehog squinted at him. "Did you sabotage the chili cans?"

Tails sniffed. "How dare you accuse me."

"Did you?"

"No, I didn't. The cans were sealed, weren't they?"

"Hm." Sonic took another hesitant bite, but stopped again, shaking his head. "This tastes so weird. Have you tried yours?"

Tails shrugged. "Try salting it," he suggested, avoiding the question.

Sonic grabbed the salt shaker and generously covered his chili dog with its contents, then took another bite, only to actually choke over it this time.

"Okay, did you—?!" He snatched the shaker again, shook a little onto his finger, tasted it, then chucked it at Tails, who laughed and dove out of the way. "You switched the salt and sugar?!"

"Well, duh!" Tails switched to hovering over the table, snickering. "There are no truces today, dearest brother!"

Sonic threw the too-sweet chili dog at him next, inevitably splattering chili over the table.

"You're cleaning that up!" Tails called in a singsong voice. "I'm going out to Josef's Pasta Alla Paccico!"

"OH, NO YOU DON'T!"

-

2:10 p.m.

They both ended up eating out at Josef's, and even though they did truly call a ceasefire for a grand total of twenty-five minutes, they split the time between actually eating and blowing their straw wrappers at people, having mini sword fights with the butter knives, and constructing architecture with the plates and takeout boxes.

Needless to say, the only reason they didn't get kicked out was probably because both Sonic and Tails were practically world-renowned.

Not long after they returned to the workshop, Sonic inevitably crashed for a nap. He usually couldn't make it through a day without a nap at some point, which was always unfortunate for him on this particular day of the year.

Tails studied him where he slept, on a branch of the tree in his front yard. He knew he'd been the last one to pull something, but hey, who said they were taking turns?

There was simply no way he was passing this up.

First, he grabbed a sharpie and very carefully drew an elaborate mustache worthy of Eggman across his brother's face. He added a few random smiley faces on his cheek and arms, as well as the phrase "SLO-MO" on one shoulder.

Then he grabbed an assortment of potato chips and began carefully stacking them on his head, in his hands, on his stomach, in an entire tower.

He made sure to take pictures through the whole process, then— leaving him there to sleep, still covered in sharpie and potato chips— flew off to print the photos.

Going above and beyond, he put the printed photos in a fancy envelope, marked them as "priority mail," addressed them to Sonic's post office box, disguised himself, then dropped them off at the post office.

An hour passed after he had done all that, and Sonic finally stirred awake.

Upon seeing the stack of chips in front of him, he promptly fell out of the tree with a yelp, and Tails started giggling.

"What did you do to me?" Sonic whined, brushing all the crumbs off his head and chest as he stood up, still groggy.

"You think that's bad?" Tails teased. "Go check the mirror."

A look of horror filled his brother's eyes, then he was gone in a flash. Tails kept giggling, and laughed harder when he heard the yell from inside: "WHY DID YOU MAKE ME LOOK LIKE EGGFACE?!"

"It's called revenge!" Tails called back gleefully. "Sweet, totally fair, revenge!"

Sonic came storming back outside. "How dare you use my own words against me."

"Sorry," Tails told him insincerely.

His brother scrubbed at his cheek. "How long will it take for this to wash off?"

Tails shrugged. "A couple days, probably."

Sonic's resulting screech was loud enough to startle away all the nearby flickies.

-

4:32 p.m.

Sonic spent at least half an hour in the bathroom desperately trying to scrub the marker out of his fur, but only succeeded in making it fade a little.

"Taking advantage of my sleep cycle," he huffed, reaching out to mess up Tails's bangs from where the fox kit sat on the couch. "So rude."

Tails tried to fix his bangs, while Sonic flopped onto the other end of the couch. "Consider it payback for you dyeing my fur green last year."

"You still looked cool, at least!" Sonic protested. "If Egghead sees me like this, I'm never going to hear the end of it."

"I looked like a lime!" Tails shot back. "I had to hide from society for an entire month!"

"It wasn't a month."

"Three and a half weeks. Close enough."

"Mm."

Tails shot him a look, and Sonic reached over to mess up his bangs again. He was rewarded with a throw pillow to the face.

Sonic threw it back, and it was just about to escalate into a fully fledged pillow fight when the doorbell rang.

Both of them froze, and Sonic zipped away in a flash. "I'm not here! You don't know me! If anyone asks, I'm in Holoska on a nice, arctic vacation!"

"Chicken!" Tails taunted after him, then flew over to the door and pulled it open to find Amy and Knuckles standing on the other side.

(Thankfully, the super glue had dried hours before.)

"Hey, guys!" he greeted them, stepping back to let them in. "What's the occasion?"

Amy said sweetly, "We just wanted to make sure you and Sonic were doing okay!" at the same time Knuckles said, "We came to supervise."

Tails rolled his eyes. "We don't need babysitters."

Amy glanced around. "Did Sonic leave?"

Knuckles frowned as Tails snickered. "I guess he did. He's telling everyone he's going to Holoska."

"You can't stop me!" Sonic's muffled voice shouted from somewhere towards the back of the workshop.

"Nobody's trying!" Tails called back, his voice catching on a laugh. "Just be sure to warn Jari-Pekka about your new look!"

"New look?" Knuckles echoed.

Amy facepalmed. "What did you do to him?"

Tails waved a hand flippantly. "It'll come off in a few days."

"And this is why we thought you two needed supervision," Knuckles groaned. "Today always gets out of hand."

"Do we need to separate you two?" Amy asked, although she was grinning.

Sonic chose that moment to burst explosively out of the closet, zip to his brother's side, and pull him close in a protective hug. "No, don't separate us!" he insisted, forcing a huge smile. "Everything's going just fine!"

Knuckles and Amy took a solid ten seconds to stare at Tails's artwork all over Sonic's face, then started laughing, albeit good-naturedly.

Tails grinned at where he was still trapped in his brother's hold, only to start violently trying to squirm away when said brother slipped a sharpie out of hiding and started drawing his revenge on the fox's face.

-

6:00 p.m.

Knuckles and Amy chose to spend the rest of the day at the workshop with them, just to make sure things didn't get any crazier than they already had. By the time dinnertime arrived, both Sonic and Tails had sharpie all over their faces, although the "art" on Tails's face could hardly be called as such. Because of his squirming during the whole process, it was nothing more than random scribbles of blue in random places on his face.

"Next year I'll dye you blue," Sonic promised him as the four of them had dinner together (after Amy switched back the salt and sugar). "We can match!"

"Pass." Tails swallowed his bite. "I'll just look like some kind of mutant smurf."

Sonic snickered. "All the more reason to do it, then!"

Amy groaned. "Boys . . ."

"Hey, we should rope you into this!" Sonic exclaimed suddenly, staring straight at Amy.

"If you want a hammer to the face next, feel free!" Amy stuck her tongue out at him, although she had to hide a giggle.

"As long as you leave me out of it, do whatever you want," Knuckles put in wearily, sounding much like a parent tired of trying to control his children.

Tails smiled at all of them. Knuckles was right; this day was always crazy, and sure, things got out of hand sometimes. But he had no regrets. It was fun. It was a stupid way of bonding with his brother, and that was something he would never regret.

A Happy April Fools Day, indeed.

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The Intrusion - Chapter 1

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Dean Winchester x Reader

Summary: Life is fine. Life is peaceful. Its just you, and your nice big home, with no one to bother you, and no one to invade your privacy. Until all of a sudden, there is.

Word count: 1,726

Warnings: language, gunshot, bit of angst but we're just testing the waters really.

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Crap. There was someone in the house. Your house. Well, technically not your house, not on paper. But no one else lived there, and hadn't in decades, so surely by proxy that made it your house?

Anyway, this was not good. You'd gone over five years living here now, and hadn't had an inch of trouble. Sure, every now and then a lost traveller ended up driving up to the door and stopping to investigate the strange building, but the same ancient technology that apparently stopped call or GPS detection also notified you of their incoming, giving you enough time to shut down the electrics and hide any sign of occupancy.

Not this time. You jumped out of your skin as you heard the thud of the heavy barricade door and the roar of power light up the place. You could hide, sure, but there were only two ways out the building; the front door these intruders had just entered through, and the underground garage, which you hadn't figured out how to open despite all these years.

"Looks like that armoury is gonna be coming in useful after all", you muttered under your breath, sliding your way down the corridors in socks to stay as quiet as possible. By the lack of movement from the hall, it didn't seem like your unwelcome guests knew the layout of the maze of a place. You finally reached the fascinating room, equipped with enough ammunition to destroy New York City, and opted for a smallish hand gun. With absolutely no knowledge about weapons, you couldn't name the piece, but having given pretty much everything in the room a try, you knew this was your favourite.

Sneaking back out, gun poised, you headed in the direction of the voices. Two men, by the sounds of it, who were about as astonished by the place as you had been when you'd first discovered it. As you peered round the solid brick wall into the library you couldn't help but grin at the giddiness of the two men. The tall one with the shaggy hair was marvelling at the thousands of books, gushing about how much lore each contained. The other wasn't listening to a word he said as he attempted a warrior pose with a samurai sword, thrusting it forward and back. Brothers, surely, you thought with a hint of sadness as to how you could tell.

You must have brought your guard down a bit as you lent against the wall, letting the side of the gun clank against the hard stone. That was all they needed to prick their ears up, and the two men suddenly leapt into action, whipping out guns from their waistbands at a terrific speed. As they started stalking towards you, you jumped out, accidentally pressing the trigger and sending a rogue bullet flying into the air. With a shriek, you dropped the gun and froze in panic.

"Hands up!" shouted Samurai guy, looking much less adorable and really quite scary now. You complied, frowning slightly.

"Sorry...I erm...I've never actually shot anything live before..."

The men exchanged cautious glances and the tall one tilted his head to the side. "Who are you?"

You cleared your throat and straightened up a little, remembering where you were. "The occupier of this house, thats who I am. Don't you think I should be asking the questions mister, seeing as you've just broken in?"

He glanced to his right, shrugging before the pair moved to put their guns away. "This is your place?" Samurai doubted.

You shifted on the spot, trying to remain casual. "Well, I'm the one thats been living here the past handful of years, so I'm pretty sure its not yours."

With a smug look on his face, Samurai dug in his pocket and fished out a rather extravagant looking key. "How'd you think we got in then, huh?"

"Whatever," you brushed them off. "Key or no key, you're still trespassing."

"Actually, something tells me you're the one trespassing. The look on your face just then makes me think you didn't even know a key to this place existed." Dammit, tall floppy hair had figured you out.

"I knew there was a key," you mumbled. "I just didn't know where it was, and I knew it was hard to find. Which means if you've got it, you're not just here to grab some shit and run."

"You're right," Samurai stepped forward close enough that you could smell his intoxicating musky leather. "Look sweetheart, its all-well-and-good you squatting here free-rein for a while, but times up. This ain't just some old Cold War bunker, theres some serious shit in here. So how about you do the right thing, and let us take it from here, huh?"

Wow. Who the fuck did this guy think he was? "Serious shit? Damn right there is, and you're a lunatic if you think I'm going to hand it over to you willy-nilly. Don't make me ask you again. Who the hell are you?"

Tall shaggy put a hand on the other man's shoulder and gave him a look. "I'm sorry, we didn't mean to just barge in on your personal space. My name is Sam Winchester, and this here is my brother Dean. We got this key from...well, its a long story, but it was rightfully given to us. The things here, we need them for our work."

You scoffed. "Your work? Wow, I didn't put you down as academics, thats for sure. Especially not you," you sent devil eyes towards Samurai - Dean -, "but if thats the case, you're real desperate for those PhDs."

"We're not teachers or academics or whatever," grumbled Dean, who was clearly starting to get impatient. "We're hunters, and I'm not gonna go into what that means right now, except that you need to clear on out."

Hunters? Wait, you'd read about hunters..."no fucking way," the words left your mouth in an exhaled breath.

"What?" Sam questioned, his face contorting into a frown.

"So it is real. All of it? Jesus Christ..." you couldn't believe it. All the stories you'd heard growing up, you were certain they were fairytales. Sure, being in this place, surrounded by all these books and lore and weapons, all the evidence pointed in the other direction, but that didn't necessarily mean anything. Except that now, two strangers were standing in front of you, claiming to be part of the mystery...

"Alright, we've told you who we are. Your turn," Dean knocked you out of your astonishment.

"I'm someone very confused as to why two hunters are involved in Men of Letters business. As far as I was aware, the two never exactly had the closest relationship."

"You - you know about the Men of Letters?" Sam's head whipped from you to Dean, then back to you.

"No shit, Sherlock. I'm living in their old bunker, aren't I?" This was getting ridiculous now. "Look, I take it you two aren't gonna be leaving any time soon, and I need a drink to continue this stupid conversation. I'm assuming you'll join me?" You turned to a cabinet on your right, opening up the doors and pulling out a tray of decanters. You poured half an inch of whisky into three tumblers, sliding them across the table to the intriguing guests. You couldn't help but notice the light in Dean's eyes brighten a little, and you knew the act had softened him a bit.

"You still haven't told us your name," Sam noted as he took a hesitant seat round the table. You downed your drink, pouring another, before you answered.

"Y/F/N. Y/F/N Y/L/N. I had a great grandad or great uncle or something who used to work here, thats how I knew about the place."

"Thats right," Sam hurriedly agreed. He turned to his brother. "Y/L/N, that was one of the men Henry said worked alongside him."

You snorted. "Dude, when I said great grandad or great uncle or something, I meant it. I never met the guy, he died way before I was born. The whole lot of them are extinct, if you believe the stories anyway. And besides, that would make the guy what, like 110? You barge into a care home before this or something?"

"Y/N, what we do is complicated." Dean swished his drink around before sending it down the hatch.

"But if you're related to the Men of Letters, you know that already, don't you?" Sam gave you an unnerving look.

"Look, I'm not actually a Men of Letters, or a Man of Letters, or whatever the right phrase is. Some guy in my family was, years and years ago, and my Dad used to tell me all these stories about him and what he did when I was a kid. He must've hung around this place a lot when he was younger, cos I've had all the time in the world to read these books and the stories match. That's it, alright?"

"They're not stories," Dean growled. "It's all true, and I think you know that, don't you?"

Ahh fuck. Was that creepy or sexy? You downed your second drink to hide the fluster surely creeping into your cheeks by now.

"I've no reason to believe it. I've never seen any of this stuff, I've just read about it. You gonna tell me you actually kill monsters for a living?"

"Yes. That's exactly what we do." Okay, sexy. Definitely sexy.

You took a deep breath, hand hovering over the decanter before deciding against it. You hadn't drunk like an idiot for months now, and you'd be damned before you fell back on that bandwagon.

"Fine. I suppose that adds up. Who am I to argue, huh?" You pushed yourself out the chair with a heave, sliding the decanter towards them. "I'm tired, so I'm gonna go get some beauty sleep. I take it you're not leaving, so I suggest you do the same. You look like you need it." Without making eye contact, you walked as casually as you could towards the door.

"Oh," you called over your shoulder, pausing for a split second. "Don't even think about trying to gut me in the middle of the night. I'm far better with a knife than I am with a gun."

| Chapter 2 |

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Ruff 'n Tuff Tuesday with Savanaclaw (NRC CAFÉ PT. 2)

"Oi Ruggie! Stop taking those donuts!"

"Prefect! We're outta cream!"

"Leave it to Jack...*yawn*..."

"First year! The hell are you sittin' pretty for? We have customers!"

You didn't expect them to be so lively this early in the morning. Even Grim was taken aback with Savanaclaw's vigor.

"It's a good thing everyone's hyped for today huh?" Grim mumbled, still a bit drowsy.

"Yeah."

The first thing you face the moment you set foot into the café were busy staff and a large volume of customers.

Jack was busy tending to the coffee. Ruggie was serving up some pastries, while occasionally taking some of course. Leona was...surprisingly productive, he was giving the students some pretty specific orders and occasionally checked the goods from time to time, all in the comfort of his chair and the company of his chess board.

"Well everyone's lively today." You commented, earning the chirps of delight from the boys and a snicker from Leona.

Now that you noticed, most of the customers were from Ignihyde.

Obviously, they were looking forward to the animal ears. It was perfect for business, you thought.

"Well, well, well, nice to see ya Herbivore." Leona lazily waved from his seat, his tail swishing from side to side.

"MC! I thought you'd be here earlier! Where were you? Did something happen? How are you?" Jack bombarded you with questions like the little marshmallow he is. He jogged all the way from the counter towards you and Grim.

"Oi! Stop shooting questions at him Jack. They might get overwhelmed!" Ruggie called from the counter, which flustered the fluffy good boi.

"Oh...uh...sorry...I was worried- Wait! No! I'm not worried! Just concerned...yeah! Concerned!" Jack couldn't help but stumble on his words, with his tail wagging nonstop. He was too cute to ignore, Jack already had some sort of golden ticket on you, his cuteness.

"I'm fine Jack, Grim woke up late and Crowley made me run a few errands." You explained, which relieved Jack. Soon he was jogging back to his station, tail wagging happily.

"Pssh. The birdman's still giving you work? I thought he'd give you a break, you're already watchin' this café." Leona grumbled, moving the white queen three spaces diagonally.

"Well I guess it is pretty exhausting, but it's worth it if it means seeing you guys having a nice time." You stroked the sleeping Grim's fur, little gremlin even had the balls to fall asleep now.

"Tch. You're getting cheesy, Herbivore." Leona flashed you with his signature smirk.

"I guess I am, but who made me watch the entire trilogy of 'Witches and Wampires'?" You raised a cocky brow.

"Ruggie chose it, not me."

"You were devastated when the protagonist chose Damien, from the Wampire guy, what's his name? Oh yeah, Jonathan."

"She's not just 'protagonist' she's Stella, you heathen."

A smug smile made its way to your face, much to Leona's annoyance.

"I mean, what's a Wampire anyway?" Leona complained, exasperated.

"They're werewolf vampires." Ruggie chimed.

"It's completely unrealistic."

"But that didn't stop you from wantin' to rip Damien's face off." Ruggie grinned.

"Pah! Don't you have work to do?" Leona impatiently asked, mad that the fact that he's team Wampire came out.

"Pfft! Salty, salty, salty. Anyways, I was about to ask if MC could come to help, we're a few guys short."

"Take them, whatever. Just get out of my sight."

"Fine, fine."

"Oh and Herbivore."

"Hm?"

"Wanna go fishing again this weekend?"

"Sure thing, just gotta clear my schedule by then."

"Don't bother, I'll talk with Crowley later."

Leona said, resuming his chess game once more.

You left Grim sleeping next to Leona so you could work without much in mind.

-

"Alright. We're just gonna be handin' goods, the crowd's simmered down so we won't be too busy." Ruggie said, taking one donut and offering another one to you.

The two of you were currently in the back of the shop, no one would come here for a while so Ruggie thought it was the best place to talk with you.

"So, how are things? How's your arm?" You asked him.

"It's...fine. It doesn't hurt anymore but...but..." Ruggie refused to meet your gaze, ears drooping down.

"But? It's alright if you're not ready, I'll give you some time to work it out." You calmly said, giving his hand a light squeeze.

"I don't...I don't want to work it out alone MC. I..." Ruggie stopped and glanced at his previously injured arm.

"Come here." You hugged him tight, giving him a light pat on the back.

"You don't have to be alone..."

"Thanks, m'fine now." The hyena whispered.

"Leona's right, you are pretty cheesy today."

"Bastard."

"Shishishi!"

"Hey Ruggie."

"Hm?"

"Wanna watch 'Witches and Wampires: New Moon' later at Leona's place?"

"Sure thing, just bring me some donuts and I'll be fine. Shishishi!"

"You sound like a spray bottle."

"Whatever, let's get back to work." Ruggie snickered, putting back on his apron.

-

Jack was...a bit of a mess when you got there. Poor guy jumped and spilled coffee powder on himself when he saw you.

"Uh...Jack, you good?" You asked, helping him brush off the powder from....well everywhere.

"Yeah! You're totally not in good shape today." The mocking voice of your dear inferno gremlin made Jack's ears droop down, and you swear you heard him whine a bit.

"I was surprised okay! You were....and...uh...I didn't hear your footsteps. Not that I was listening...not at all."

"Come on big guy, it's fine, let's get back to work." You encouraged him, shooing Grim back to Leona.

"Jack! We need two espressos and one black!"

"On it!"

Jack was really immersed in his work, and he was good at it too. He was working like a well-oiled machine.

"You're pretty good at this." You asked him, pumping a cup with caramel for a separate order.

"Thanks. I used to help out at a coffee business a while back, and this doesn't feel much different."

"Show me your ways, Oh Mighty Jack?" You wiggled your eyebrows, earning a growl from the wolf.

"Don't call me that."

"Sourwolf..." You mumbled under your breath, he's like an incredibly tsundere Derek Hale.

"What?"

"Nothing dude."

"Don't call me- you know what, whatever." Jack huffed, placing the finished orders on the counter for pick-up.

-

Business was slow at the moment, and it was almost closing time so you decided to take a break on one of the empty seats.

"Can I take off my apron?" Jack asked you, looking flushed.

"What's wrong with the apron?"

"It's embarrassing..."

"Really? Well I think it looks cute on you."

And just like that Jack's tail started wagging non-stop, you seriously thought he was about to fly off with how fast it was moving.

"Ugh fine. I'll keep it on... I'm not gonna like it though..."

"Lies." You pointed at his still wagging tail.

"I-I'm just practicing it! It's nothing!" And with that he hurriedly rushed back to the counter, not before leaving you a paper bag.

"Hm? What's this?" You opened the bag, inside was a couple of honey glazed donut with tiny animal sprinkles and a large cup of caramel coffee with a cute little drawings of a wolf, a hyena and a lion, and it has 'Thanks' written in beautiful cursive handwriting.

-

You and Grim closed the shop after 7 pm. Just as you two were heading back to Ramshackle, you spotted a familiar batch of animal ears in the distance.

"You three!" You yelled, making two out of three heads jump.

"What the hell-" The bastard lion didn't even finished his sentence when you enveloped them in a giant hug.

"M-MC!"

"Oi! Come on let go of us!"

"Leona-san do something!"

"Herbivore, back off...well I tried, they didn't listen. I give up." Leona sighed in defeat, letting you squeeze them even tighter.

"What the hell are you even here for?"

"Witches and Wampires"

"Reasonable"

-

"Huff, today was tiring." Grim yawned.

"Tiring my ass, you slept all day."

"I was supervising!"

"Yeah suuure." You dragged out, unconvinced.

"Octavinelle's scheduled tommorow right?"

"Yeah, what about it?"

"It's Octavinelle, it's shady. I'm just ya'know, wary of them."

[jesswritesthat]

Suna Rintarō: Dirt

Fandom: Haikyuu!! — [ Masterlist ]

Summary: fluff

• Suna knows all the gossip, but no one knows his - so naturally they ask his closest friend. It’s a golden opportunity - unless there’s more to it.

Warnings: mature language

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Gossip and rumours were a natural part of high school. You knew that, everyone knew that, so you're never surprised to hear the hushed whispers buzzing around like flies.

Out of everyone in the school though, Suna was your favourite person to gossip with and you believed it to be mutual. It helped that you'd been friends for a while prior, so the Middle Blocker had no trouble casually dropping hot information like it was nothing.

Usually he'd sit relaxed, attention preoccupied by his phone in hand and a deadpan look on his face, telling you that Kimari was going to break up with Mina during lunch break today because she'd cheated on him in his most bored tone. His entire aura contradicting the earth-shattering discovery.

You only asked how his Math class went...

From these frequent arrows of bewilderment he'd occasionally fire, you could tell that Suna Rintarō had the dirt on everybody.

Suna didn't care much for it in honesty, people would naturally disclose details to him either because he seemed unbothered or they thought he'd give insightful advice - which he boredly did, but that's not the point.

Only certain things were mentioned since he respected others’ privacy and there was a steadfast trust between you hence you could discuss things together. Your expressions were his favoured moments - dropping social bombs on you when you were eating or drinking purely to see you cough up an astounded "What the fuck Rin?!".

What could he say? He enjoyed frustrating you and you’d learnt that little annoying quirk of his from all the times you’d spent in his company.

So Suna Rintarō has dirt on everyone, but who had the dirt on Suna?

You of course.

The Blocker was a beautiful mystery and kept to himself, so it wasn’t strange for others to be curious about him and you were the prime target for questioning.

"Hey, is everything alright with Suna-san? He's usually with you..." The query perplexed you slightly, not thinking any of your classmates were overly observant but you’d stand corrected.

"Yeah he's practicing a lot more for the Interhigh Tournament, Inarizaki want to be Hyōgo representatives so he’s likely in the gymnasium."

You weren't an idiot, nor Suna either, which meant you could tell when your classmates went fishing - except, he had a nasty habit of enjoying exploiting opportunities.

"They're probably going to ask again, so tell them whatever you want." Suna shrugged once you’d mentioned the latest attempt at people finding out about him.

"To clarify, you want me to lie for your amusement."

"No, it’s lying for the greater good. We're setting an example that gossiping is wrong." There was an air of wit to his voice when he’d corrected you, matching your expectant gaze with a mischievous glint in his own. Unreadable as ever.

"Suna Rintarō, do you really expect me to believe that?" You’d tutted, playfully nudging his shoulder as he issued you a quick soft look before morphing to that of resignation.

"Worth a shot."

It was silent for a second, Suna scrolling through his social media as you considered your options, a devious lilt to your tone that almost made Rintarō second guess his judgment if it were anyone else.

"...so I can say anything?"

"Yeah. I won't care."

———

Thus it began, an interesting social experiment that would likely yield zero valuable results aside from being controversially entertaining.

"I wonder what Suna is doing for the future... do you know?" A brunette loudly wondered next to you, subtly searching for an answer to his thoughts.

"You know what, I do?” A smug grin danced on your lips, thoughtfully humming in feigned thought. “Rintarō wants to drop out of high school, move to Tokyo and open up a sushi shop called Sunas' Tuna."

"He... he what?"

"I know, unbelievable right?" A quiet laugh escaped you, shrugging in response once your Sensei started teaching.

——

"Do you know if Suna is single or not?" Came the wistful inquisition of one of your female classmates who’d always admired him during his Volleyball games.

"He is, but maybe he and Atsumu have got a thing going on, I dunno."

"Oh-oh... if any, I thought it'd be Osamu but..."

Maybe you could mention the record he currently held with the sock sliding across the court too?

———

"The Miya one? Seriously?" Rinatrō leaned into your space once meeting you after his practice that evening, bemusement underlying his hushed callout.

"You said anything~"

He withdrew once hearing your sing song tone, that satisfied grin of yours earning you a roll of his eyes and lifeless muttering.

"You could've at least picked Osamu…"

"Wait- so you're not mad about the bromance part, you're upset because I said Atsumu!"

"I'm 'upset' that you picked the more annoying twin." Suna clarified indifferently, immersing himself in the scenery again.

"Atsumus’ fangirls will surely take a hit, so I did you a favour Sunarin - he's going to be complaining that Osamu is getting more attention than him."

"When you put it like that, I suppose I accept it."

The most amusing part for you was undoubtedly when the gossip come back around, classmates relaying information to you like a prized agency secret unbeknownst to them that’d you’d actually started it.

Deep down you figured people wouldn’t believe half, and you were glad to see them straight up conversing with Suna themselves - but one particular rumour caught you drastically off-guard on a bright Monday afternoon.

"Haven't you heard? Suna won't date anyone else because he's into you." Her words left your throat constricting and mind racing a mile a minute for possible explanations, the only prominent thought being:

You hadn't started this one.

Sunas’ Tuna? Yeah that was you.

'Atsuna' ship? Guilty.

Holds the current Inarizaki VBC sock slide record? That one was actually true.

But this? You had no part in.

Instinctively your deductive gaze quickly flicked to your smirking friend on the other side of the classroom, searching for his help but firstly determining whether he’d overheard - apparently not.

You settled on the curious girl once more, a slight unease contorting your posture, too preoccupied with what Suna would think of this one. He’d said he didn’t care, but you didn’t want to be associated with this considering you found him attractive already - you’d have to apologise and assure him it did not originate from your lips.

“There’s no way, I mean who did you even hear that from?”

“Someone from Class 2.” The girl cheerily replied, sneaking a glance at the aforementioned player whilst you briskly amended what you could.

“Right, well it’s not true. Suna doesn’t - we aren’t - he’s my - nevermind.”

Cautiously you slipped into the seat in front of the Middle Blocker once finishing the conversation. Suna slumped and relaxed in his chair, sparing a raised brow at your suspicious behaviour once you’d turned around to lean on his desk.

"Rin, have you heard what people are saying?"

"Gotta admit, didn't think you'd bring up my court sock slide record." He’d sat up now, phone away and leaning forward to narrow the distance due to your subdued whispering of this ‘private’ matter he’d presumed.

"No smartass! The one about you and me!"

Suna gave a low snigger with your reply, his calculating gaze sending shivers down your spine alongside that alluring calm voice of his.

"Oh? That I like you? So you finally heard that huh."

"Yes but I didn't start that one, I swear. I'm not trying to mess up our friendship.” How you’d attempted to justify yourself was sweet but completely unnecessary, only adding to his initial amusement once overhearing your conversation mere moments ago.

"I know you didn't start it.” Suna confidently assured, pausing with his tone lowering an octave. “Because I did."

A deadly glare was directed toward him, Suna completely unfazed whilst you analysed his possible intentions with a mild accusatory tone.

“You did? Why would you do that Rin?”

"Someone asked the other day and I told them the truth, figured seeing your reaction to it would be worth it though - and it was." There was a smirk playing on his lips, only widening the more frustrated you got.

"Wait - you did this for a goddamn reaction?"

"No, I did it because I want you to be mine. The cute reactions of yours were just a bonus." Aggravatingly cool was what he was, effortlessly slinking from his seat when he’d noted your slight movement resembling a predator toward prey - you’d get him for this he’s certain. But he loved that.

"Are you kidding me?! Suna I'm going to destroy your phone - I hate you! Come back here—"

“So you like me too?”

“Yes but I still hate you!”

“Whatever you say, I’ll just make it up to you~”

———

BONUS:

The twins shared equally quizzical glances when Suna sprinted past them - which was uncharacteristic in itself, the only reason he’d move so fast was—

“Rin!!!”

Ah, there it is, you cursed after him with a brief wave sent to the Miyas who split to let you past them.

“Yeah yeah, I’ll pick you up at 7 then babe?”

“Don’t call me babe Rin!”

They’d guessed the context upon hearing the two of you exchanging sarcastic comments as you went - Atsumu placing a dramatic hand over his heart.

"Can't believe he broke ma heart like that, thought we had somethin' special accordin' to the gossip."

"Nah, yer too annoying' for even Suna to want. Glad our friends are happy though." Came the familiar teasing of Osamu, instantly igniting the sparks of a debate.

"Shut yer trap 'Samu! Ya weren't even mentioned in the rumours!"

"Good???"

"Gah! Can't believe I lost fans' attention over this crap!"

“Yet yer pleased for ‘em, aren’t ya ‘Sumu?” Osamu smugly read his brother, the faux blonde begrudgingly admitting his more sentimental views.

“…Yeah, but I can’t make Suna jealous anymore.”

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[smartycvnt]

Intent

pairing: Callie Senate x Reader

summary:

warnings: smut

You had absolutely no intentions of going to bed with Callie Senate. She had a reputation, one that you wanted nothing to do with. Callie was a talented lawyer, but everyone knew that her career had gotten quite the boost early on. It was also no secret that the big boss liked feeling special. He liked the attention of a promising young lawyer on him, as long as they didn't begin to question him. Callie had questioned, but by the time her questions had started, she was too high up to just be let go without raising suspicions. Besides, Callie knew there was more than enough evidence to support a court case in her favor. All in all, Callie Senate had a reputation and you wanted to reach the top without tarnishing your own name.

"You know, she called me an ambitious bitch, but have you ever been with someone who didn't have any ambition?" Callie asked you. A cigarette on the roof had turned into drinks which turned into Callie walking with you back to your place.

"I haven't," you answered truthfully. Callie made a noise of slight disgust as she prepared the rest of her rant.

"It's boring. It doesn't go anywhere. I'd do a lot for Michelle, but she didn't want us to go anywhere. I'm not a coy fish, I don't like stagnant water. I'm a shark, I've got to keep swimming and going forward," Callie rambled. You could see the hurt in her face as she let her guard down. It was endearing to see her so vulnerable, but you had to remember who you were talking with. "But now she thinks I'm some kind of fucking sociopathic monster. I just wanted her to let me in!"

"It's hard being rejected when you've given them so much," you mumbled absentmindedly. Callie dropped her cigarette onto the pavement and stomped it out harshly. She looked up at the building you'd stopped in front of and looked around. There was a look on her face, not quite disapproval, but definitely that this was beneath her.

"If I was more patient, I'd suggest we go back to my place," Callie said with a smirk. It was a little infuriating; how smug she was. You held the door for Callie and showed her up to your place. You wondered where Callie had spent her time at the firm before she started making as much as she did.

"I wasn't expecting company," you preemptively excused whatever mess was potentially in your apartment. Callie braced herself but found that your apartment reminded her of her own condo. It was decorated, but not quite lived in. "Can I get you something to drink?"

"That's not why we're here sweetie," Callie said. Her tone was condescending, somewhat infuriating, but you let it slide. Surely, she hadn't gotten this far with that superiority complex without good reason. "Take me to your bedroom, while the night is still young."

A part of you couldn't believe that you were going along and doing exactly what she told you. Your instincts told you that it was the right choice. Once you were through the bedroom door, Callie proved you right. She made quick work of untucking your shirt from the pencil skirt you had worn to work. Her lips danced by yours, teasing you with a kiss that you began to think would never come. Then, just as desperation threatened to get the better of you, Callie gave in.

Her lips were soft, even as they firmly pressed against yours. Her tongue gently coaxed your mouth open. Whatever she wanted, you'd let her have eagerly. The taste of her lips and tongue were intoxicating, a mixture of clove cigarettes and an alcohol that you'd be working for years to enjoy with the casualty that she had. Callie tasted like success, and she left you craving more and more.

"On the bed," Callie commanded. You sat on the edge of the bed and Callie dropped onto your lap. She placed a hand in your hair and tugged your head back a bit. Slowly, Callie let her eyes drag along the length of your neck before she leaned forward to pepper the skin in kisses. A soft moan vibrated from your throat as she moved lower. Callie pried her fingers through the space in between some buttons on your shirt before just tearing it open. "Don't worry I'll buy you a new one."

Callie pushed your shirt off of your shoulders and then moved to remove your bra. You felt very exposed as the realization settled in that half of your clothing was gone and Callie was still fully clothed. You moved your arms up to cover your chest and Callie frowned down at you. After a couple of seconds, she seemed to get the hint and moved off of your lap to take her pants off. Your hands reached out to touch the side of her thigh as she stood in front of you and unbuttoned her shirt.

"I don't get to rip your clothes too?" you teased. Callie placed her hand in your hair and forced you to look up at her.

"Oh no, honey, you couldn't afford it." Callie released your hair as she dropped back onto your lap. This time, she pushed your back against the mattress. Her mouth trailed hot kisses across the soft skin of your breasts. Callie left a path with little lipstick smudges leading down between your legs.

Icy blue eyes stared up at you as Callie sat there with her fingers hooked around the waistband of your underwear. The sudden stop had surprised you, but you appreciated it. Callie waited for you to tell her to continue before she did. Once she had the go-ahead, Callie promptly resumed what she had been doing without losing a beat. You became increasingly aware of how wet she was making you as Callie toyed with you.

A sigh of relief turned into a somewhat choked moan as Callie's mouth finally made contact with you. Callie let out a low moan of her own at the taste of you. She hooked her arms around the backs of your thighs and held you against her face. Her tongue moved with a skill you had yet to experience before. It didn't matter whether Callie was going slow and steady or lapping at you eagerly, it all had the same effect on you.

"Callie, please," you begged as Callie began to back away for what felt like the thousandth time that night. It couldn't have been, but you couldn't take coming that close without actually cumming again.

"Since you asked so nicely," Callie said teasingly. She pushed your legs apart even more and really went in. Slow and firm flicks of her tongue against your clit and her fingers pumping in and out of you quickly had you cumming quickly. Your legs snapped shut as sensitivity got the best of you and Callie soothingly rubbed the sides of your thighs as you came down. "I should get going."

"You don't have to," you tried. Callie gave you a pitiful look as she got up and started looking for her clothes. "This was a onetime thing, wasn't it?"

"Maybe, maybe not. Don't hold out for me though," Callie said honestly. She got dressed fairly quickly and then gave you a kiss before she let herself out of your apartment. With a loud groan, you fell back into bed and hoped that maybe in the morning you could make more sense of how you were feeling about Callie.

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happier than ever | tsukishima x you

the one shot in which tsukishima basically falls for a female version of everyone's favorite sunny tangerine.

genre: fluff/soft core smut lmao i haven't done this in years i feel silly but here you go

pairing(s): kei tsukishima x you (referred to as "ria kihira" in part 1 bc this was originally going to be an OC thing but nvm a/n's: show this some love and interaction pls.

PART 1: THE PAST

❝Again?❞ Even though Tsukishima complained again, this time he made it easier for her as he even stood completely still. Such a good boy.

❝Let her beat your face!❞ Shoyo exclaimed as she smiled in delight, then moving on to pat the powder puff on his stupid face. Of course she only took a few seconds for him, but all the time in the world for Hinata.

While the two chirped about the new reboot trailer for Dexter, Kuroo's sleazy self slid beside his lanky child with an extra smug look on his face. That man was a menace.

❝Say, don't you think they look related?❞

Tsukishima was a difficult man to catch off guard, but right then and there, a mini existential crisis kicked in. His eyes darted back and forth between Shoyo and Ria Kihira, the makeup artist on set for the commercial filming day.

Kei knew Kuroo was a slut for all the pretty things in life — he constantly had a trope of hot women surrounding him.

But this time, he'd really outdone himself.

Not a stupid man entirely, a huge shit-eating grin formed on Tetsuro's face. He followed Kei's eyes who desperately wandered back and forth their matching hair, skin tone, lack of height... "please let it be a mere coincidence because it's bad enough that—" Kei shut his own intrusive mind from further thinking as he slapped his hand over Kuroo's mouth shut. Tight.

That hyena laugh was not being unleashed today.

THE STORY OF HOW YOU MET:

ca. 2019, on set of a commercial for one of Kuroo's production companies. After Tetsuro had defeated Kei in a game of beer pong, he had to comply with the loser's bet -- be part of the damn commercial along with Shoyo, for a viewership boost. So he said. Ria was the makeup artist on set that day, and it pretty much went from Tsuki acting like a feral cat who didn't want to be touched by any makeup tools, to blissfully passing out in a chair while she gently stroked his face with a soft powder brush.

Near the end of the day when he'd no longer back away from her with animosity, it was Kuroo's stupidly astute observation that left him rattled. The boy was put into a choke hold because he refused to like someone with the same orange hair and milky skin tone as Hinata. Someone equally bright, bubbly, and stupid ... yeah that refusal didn't last long. Ria spoke her mind so freely, being direct but never pleading because she respected herself in that regard. He liked that and before Kei knew it, he found himself admitting to her that he was, "actually quite fond of you." She understood it was his way of saying those pesky 3 words, 8 letters.

PART 2: THE PRESENT, 3 YEARS LATER.

THE ALARM CLOCK rang it’s deathly siren like tone, nearly sending you into cardiac arrest. Although he defensively stretched an arm out over your chest as if ready to protect, Kei did not get up.

Of course he wouldn't.

Like every morning at 4am, it was you who suffered the most when getting out of bed to grab the phone to silence that torture down. As you had deeply sighed and turned to face the bed, Tssuki was now face up with the covers all the way up to his nose.

Even in your groggy state, you could tell he was smirking. That smug bastard stared at you intently, dead still. While Kei typically minded his own business and was at times thought of as quiet, the boy was definitely not shy. You wouldn't call him a total flirt, but he could so hold onto a gaze without so little as batting a long eyelash.

Kei was, extremely competitive. Lightning would have to strike his literal eyes to keep them from staring at you, specifically at your curvy thighs.

The way your soft cotton shorts rode up them was always a very pleasant sight, so he just kept staring, happily.

He loved that little penguin walk you busted into every morning when shutting the alarm off.

It’s like you couldn’t balance properly, and he swore that you were always shorter looking in the early hours of the day. He didn’t know how you could lack more height than you already did at barely 5 feet 2, but it always seemed that way.

It was especially cute, like he could just grab you and keep you in the palm of his hand.

Tired, you sat back down on the bed. You scooted until meeting the headboard, and then just let her head dip back.

It was so incredibly peaceful until you could no longer ignore his obvious glaring. “If you’re awake already, why don’t you get up?”

“It’s barely 4:05,

we don’t go in till 5am.”

He said so factually that you just deeply exhaled. Tssuki was definitely not a morning person, and neither were you.

Even though you were much more energetic, it was a Friday and you could not wait for the end of the workday already.

While Tssuki could be late to practice because let's be honest, few would even confront him, you could not pull off the same irresponsibility.

You cared way too much, and in general, hated the feeling of being late to anything. "Come on." You murmured, nudging Kei as he completely ignored you and kept on sleeping.

You waited for another minute before climbing out of bed, grabbing his attention once again. This time, your black shorts were scrunched further up. So far up that your ample ass cheeks were out in all their glory.

“Arigato, thank you god.”

Nishinoya would say.

“Well I’m not as naturally good looking as you so I’m gonna go shower and start getting ready.”

You huffed, truly riling Kei up inside. Hearing you say that genuinely made something inside of his stomach stir, so he instinctively reached out towards your wrist.

Even in the dark room, he could see your face clearly and tell you weren’t joking. "The fuck is wrong with her?" He thought, not angry, but extremely concerned because you weren't fishing for a compliment.

The two of you had been together for over 3 years now, and so he more than knew that you were not that kind of girl.

Yes, you lacked height at 5’2, but you were physically strong. Literally, you could carry all the grocery bags in one go with no issues. Lifting abilities? Check.

Even though Tssuki cruelly chose the apartment with extra high kitchen shelves, you would never ask for help to reach for stuff. "Help I can't reach" was not a phrase that existed in your world.

Literally, he’d sometimes walk in for some juice and find you on top of a chair reaching for something, if not on the literal counter tops to store items.

Independent? Check.

Resourceful? Check.

On top of all that, you had a voluptuous body he thought was fucking scrumptious. He understood that the norms for women in Japan could be vicious, especially if you weren’t a slender door like he was, but despite your insecurities, you still wore it all so well. You didn’t let it stop you from wearing whatever you wanted (as you should).

At times he did think you were a little bit stupid for fretting over such body image issues, but Tssuki was okay with that.

He didn’t want a know it all like himself, that be beyond insufferable.

Before he knew it, you were teaching him a thing or two as well. So Tssuki then knew you were not a vapid pick me girl, and that was honestly a pretty big turn on for him.

SPEAKING OF TURN ons, Kei found it incredibly hot to have you pinned beneath him, like you currently were.

It wasn’t an ingenue kink, to have you below him so submissively and weak, no. It was the way you fought to assert yourself, and the way you writhed. The way you tried to break free was no half assed attempt either.

Sometimes you'd even throw in a few knees into it, and Tssuki didn't mind it one bit. Two dominate personalities, things were always bound to be feisty in bed.

This time however, he sensed some a defeat in your soul.

Convinced to rekindle your spirits, his brows furrowed as he lowered himself closer to your pretty face.

“Take that back.” Tssuki growled in a low, oh so sexy deepened morning voice.

“I can’t, It’s true.” You protested, sighing as he pulled himself away only to then wrap his arms around your waist and throw you over his shoulders.

Misreading the situation, you first protested before breaking into full on laughter as he stormed into the shower with you still dangling, kicking your short legs in the air.

You had thought this was playful Tssuki, the version no one was too familiar with.

Except you … and Yamaguchi. You and Yams lived to exchange Tssuki-isms.

You were mistaken when trying to approach him as he had stripped entirely. God, you so badly wanted to touch his defined chest and close the space between —and that’s when your favorite salt mine smirked as he instinctively reached back to swivel the shower handle on.

Grabbing the detachable shower heard, Tssuki sprayed you down.

"That son of a bitch." You thought, having jumped back in shock, literally. The water was so fucking cold.

Tssuki raised a brow, testing you. On one hand, he thought you looked like a helpless kitten that was abandoned on some random parking lot on a rainy day.

He was an asshole, but if he ever came across a lonely stray cat, he'd so scoop it up and take home for some warm milk.

On the other hand, he thought you looked even more hot with the way your baggy shirt now clung onto every part of your curvaceous body.

Tssuki had to exhale as he saw your nipples peaking through your smaller but perfect chest. He just wanted to cup your perky tits, squeeze them and hear you moan in delight—your hot breath on his ear as you rested a side of your face on his.

“Can’t touch me till you take that back.”

He warned as you tried to take a step forward.

“Tssu— you whined, sighing as you crossed your arms, cold.

“Admit it, you’re beautiful. Say it.” He insisted as you tossed your head back. "I’m beautiful … kinda, I mean” you trailed off, too distracted by your own cruel thoughts to notice when he raised the shower head again to spray you down.

“Ouch!” You gasped this time, burned by the super hot water. Tssuki turned, realizing that instead of increasing the water’s pressure, he had turned it to the hot side.

Steaming hot.

He rubbed them back of his neck, sheepishly trying to play off. That stupidly cool bathroom is literally what had sold him into choosing that apartment.

After a long day of training, having a large bathtub to soak in, or large walk in shower that doubled as a sauna to rest in was a treat. Not only that, but curative. You swore that this man's epsom salt baths were the reason his long limbs were always good to go, pain free.

Tssuki rushed to place the shower head back on, pushing a few buttons on the digital control panel to get some therapeutic steam going.

On a good morning, he'd already have you pinned to the wall. Your face buried into his neck as Tssuki spread your ass apart, drilling his every inch into you.

But sadly, this wasn't a good morning ... yet. When you waved a hand out in defeat, eyes swelling with tears, Kei grabbed you right before you could step away.

You slammed into his chest with a light thump as he then grabbed your shoulders to keep you balanced. "My clumsy pumpkin." He thought as you raised your head to meet his warm eyes.

Tssuki lowered his face, gently planting a kiss on your forehead. Pulling away, he grabbed your arm & extended it out as he begin to plant a trail of kisses over the burned-pink area. His kisses deepened the closer he got to your neck, stopping only when at your jawline.

Now, the two of you were staring directly at each other, his eyes radiating all the comfort you wanted to see: love, adoration, lust. It was so quiet, but your heartbeat was so damn loud.

His actions were doing all the talking. Now completely soaked, you looked down at the hem of your shirt as Tssuki grabbed both ends and begin to lift the blouse up and away from you.

Left in nothing but shorts, he kept his eyes locked on you as you nodded while he lowered himself to help you out of them.

Now, completely naked, he just stared at you in awe.

You were his goddess, and he was going to happily worship, service, respect, love.

ARIGATO GOD.

“I don’t know why you hesitate” he softly whispered as you took in a deep breath, suddenly feeling overly emotional. Near tears kind of overwhelmed.

To keep yourself from actually sobbing, you cleared your throat to speak up, “I love my job, but I guess sometimes working with so many beautiful models, I can’t help but to compare my—

Tssuki had heard enough about your delusions. His hands flew the sides of your face, pulling you in for a deep kiss. You felt such a thrill surging through your body as he so easily hoisted you up.

It was your favorite thing in the world, to wrap your legs around his long torso, and it was Tssuki’s favorite thing to dig his hands into your firm ass, your soft thighs.

Pulling away, he takes slow steps forward so your back gently meets the wall. With one hand, he caressed your face , thumb gliding over your cheek before connecting his forehead with yours.

“As I was saying, - I don’t know why you hesitate to say it, but I think you’re the most beautiful person in this whole goddamn world.”

A pesky tear escaped onto your cheek, and Tssuki blotted it away with a kiss, burying his face closer to yours. So close your noses are now touching.

When he wanted to, Tssuki could be so completely soft.

“You don’t know every single person in this world.”

You laughed, still touched by his bold declaration.

“I mean it. Waking up to you every morning I think wow, I’m so lucky.”

He admits as you then break into another chuckle. “You’re so full of shit, that’s not the first thing you think of.”

Tssuki pulls on your lower lip down with his thumb, chuckling back. “You idiot sandwich I didn’t say it was the first thing, but it’s a close second.”

You find yourself laughing out loud, his frisky smile fully plastered on his face as your nose scrunches in that way he finds so fucking adorable.

“Begone negativity.” He both teases and shudders at the thought of how Suga burned that in the back of his mind.

“Do I have to sing that stupid One Direction song to you?” Tssuki then jokingly added as your eyes widened.

“You wouldn’t!”

“You’re right that’s disgusting.” He scoffed, hoisting you further up as he took your breath away with another kiss, this time, his hands running through your hair.

It was always a mystery with him, never knowing if he was going to pull on your hair, or caress it.

This time however, as his tongue slipped into your mouth, eager, you couldn’t help but to squeal. You had to give it to him, the man was great at multitasking. While he deepened the kiss, Tssuki tapped the melody of that dumb song on your thighs as if drumming.

"You're insecure, don't know what for, you're turning heads when you walk through the door / don't need makeup to cover up, being the way that you are is enough --

Everyone else in the room can see it

Everyone else but you

Baby, you light up my world like nobody else

The way that you flip your hair gets me overwhelmed

But when you smile at the ground, it ain't hard to tell

You don't know, oh, oh, you don't know you're beautiful."

Tssuki had really taken SMACK MY ASS LIKE A DRUM to a whole other level, and you couldn't even be mad about it.

"Having fun, ya happy doing that?" You teased as he now gave himself a quick rub, fully erect. Your man was so well endowed and that was both exciting and terrifying at times. While you loved dominant Tssuki, today he was a bit more mellow and less gimp man.

"Fuck, Kei-" You moaned as he slowly entered you, rubbing your clit with his thumb, the pressure just right. "I'm definitely having fun, in fact" he smirked as you moved down to slam yourself further into him, begging for more, "I'm happier than ever."

[colemacgrathtkz]

Ah, memories

Disclaimer: I went past the character limit. This one might be hard to read due to formatting.

Previous. Next

[Human realm, three weeks BBI]

Luz crouched close to her task. Eda's lesson really came in handy. Picking a door lock, she never thought she'd be so grateful for an unmodern store. Standing by her side, only perceivable to her, the empress stood watching her progress.

Empress Luz: "I know you want to say it, just say it. What do you want?"

Since they came back, Luz's glyphs hadn't worked once. At first, she thought magic didn't exist here. But if that's the case, why was her angry counterpart still stuck to her.

Luz: "How come you're still here? I mean, my dream of being a witch is dead on this side, right?"

Empress Luz: "Ok, let me put this in terms you can understand. Congratulations, chica, you're an astronaut. Let's think of the Boiling Isles as earth and magic is the air we breathe. This side is the moon. On the Boiling Isles, magic is everywhere. Here, looks like we're S.O.L."

Luz: "So, you're what?"

Empress: "Holding my breath for you... to finish the job."

The tumblers finally obeyed the thief working on the outside. Luz didn't have much aside from some old clothes from home and the Empress' outerwear. The store inside should have some cash and new stuff to try on. She needed to avoid being recognized. Also, she kept getting glares when she entered stores during the day.

Luz: "Does that mean, if I wait long enough, you'll die?"

An note of optimism was detected.

Empress Luz: " You should be so lucky. No, I don't think so. I'm the only magic you brought over. So, WE'RE holding our breath."

The cash register was the first task they needed done. Emptying the register, they now browsed their options.

The place didn't look like anything exceptional. But one jacket caught Luz's eye. She put it on and felt... something.

Luz: "What do you think?"

Empress: "A little big, don't you think? And do you really like the color green that much?"

They both realized what this jacket was to her. For whatever reason, this jacket made Luz miss the others less. Almost like a sort of comfort cloth.

Man: "Who's there?!"

A flashlight broke through the dark and nearly blinded Luz. She dove for any cover that would keep her out of sight, bumping into something.

Empress Luz: " What are doing?! Let me tak..."

Almost like hitting the mute button, something landed on Luz's head. In that instant, she noticed her partner disappeared. She raced out the door and as far away as she could get. Once she was clear, she examined the hat on her head.

Empress Luz: "Stop ignoring me!"

The instant she took off the beanie, her partner reappeared in front of her.

Now there was some magic.

It would be another three weeks before she'd make it back to Bonesborough. But they were clearly on the right track.

[Present day, Blight manor]

Amity stirred awake in her old bed. She felt like she'd dreamed about something important.

The first thing she noticed was her old room, not remembering how she got there.

Luz: "No, wait, you can't!"

Her girlfriend's voice echoed from somewhere in the manor. She bolted out of bed and ran out to find the source.

Willow: "It's only fair. After all you put us through, this is the least you can do."

Gus: "I wouldn't call myself a 'vengeful guy'. But I do want to see this."

Amity practically jumped the stairway to see what was going on. Luz sat, tied up by vines, while her friends stood around her. Willow had a pair of memory tweezers while Gus held a memory print.

Amity: "What're you doing?"

Willow: "Luz wants to make amends. This is it."

Gus: "But you should be here, too. Take a look at this."

Snickering, he handed Amity the prize in his hand.

Luz: "No, come on, give me a break."

Willow: "If we wanted to settle things, once and for all, we could go fishing in her memories. That's what she said."

Gus: "We didn't find anything nefarious. But we did snag these nice beauties."

Scratch that, he handed her the prizes in his hand.

A few memories of Nevareth Bladestrife, teen Prince of Angstmore. Amity didn't say a word as she examined the recollections in her hand.

Luz: "Ames? You ok, linda?"

Amity: "So, who's this?"

Luz( visibly nervous): "No one, really. He's not even real."

Amity: "You sure? It looks like you think about him a lot. You had an imaginary boyfriend?"

Luz: "He's just... not even worth mentioning. I mean, he's got nothing on you, Ami."

Unfortunately, Amity flipped the print to reveal a small note written in ( what looked like) Luz's handwriting.

Goodbye, flawless pecs

Amity stared Luz down with one of the most menacing glares she'd ever seen.

Amity: " Well, if you say so, then it's fine. If he's not worth mentioning, he's not worth remembering, right?"

She lit a small fire in her other hand and dangled the pictures over it.

Luz: "Wait! You don't want to do that."

Amity: "Why not? You want to make amends, right?"

Luz: "Right! Let me out of this chair and I'll tell you all the truth."

Willow and Gus stopped snickering amongst themselves. Luz's proposal seemed like something worth seeing. Her friend undid the vines and let Noceda take a step forward.

Luz: "The truth is..."

In a swift moment, she surprised Amity with a kiss. Stunning her girlfriend, she swiped the memories back and placed one arm around her.

Luz: " We're official! Amity and I are dating. There's no reason to bother with these. So, I'll just take them back and we don't have to talk about him ever again. Agreed?"

Luz would later understand the wrath of a Blight, later. For now, she pocketed the memories.

Gus: "Wait, when did you figure it out?"

Luz: "Well, last night...wait, what do you mean by that?"

Her two best friends looked at each other, awkwardly.

Willow: "It just seems like... you were the last to know."

Luz: "...."

Gus: "You kind of already acted like a couple. I mean, when did you find out she liked you?"

Luz: "Right after..."

Her pause might have made anime fans proud.

Luz: "Point is, we're both where we want to be. Right, Ami?"

Amity: "When did you start calling me that?"

Luz: "Last niiiiiiiiiight."

Last night? Last night was a blur. She remembered grudgby and dancing but that was it. She didn't even recall how she got back last night.

Gus: "Um, speaking of last night, are you just getting out of bed? It's past noon."

Looking down at herself, she was wearing an orange and white striped pajama top with purple pants.

Amity shot a death glare at the last person she remembered being with.

Luz: "I swear, I didn't do anything weird! You were really tuckered out. I carried you home and that's it, I swear!"

She redirected her wrath to the others.

Amity: "Don't you all have somewhere to be?"

Gus: "Not really."

Luz: "You told me to quit my job."

Willow: "My boss didn't come in this morning."

Amity: "Get out!"

Just as they were leaving, Luz sheepishly tried to be cute.

Luz: "So.....stripes?"

And with that, Willow had to pry her boss off while Gus pulled Luz to safety.

[Last night, Hexside's gymnasium]

Luz: "I think I want to tell you where the staff is."

Taking a step back, Amity knew she was being sincere.

Amity: "Where is it?"

Luz: "With you, carino."

Not realizing what she meant, Luz poked her forehead.

Luz: "In here, with the witch I trust the most."

Amity had mixed feelings about this.

Amity: "No, you need someone to cast that spell on you. Who pulled you out? When did you even do that?"

Luz: "I'm kind of two for one package deal now. Not to mention, a quick study. Remember when you caught me in your room and I sent you a snoozing? It was after that."

Amity: "You knocked me out and went into my head?!"

Luz: " I'm getting the impression you're angry."

After taking one deep breath, she grabbed Luz by her face and pulled her close.

Amity: "Just, please, give it to me and we can go from there."

She was being pretty bold tonight.

Luz: "I can't say 'no' to that face. Especially like this, keeper of the staff."

Knowing full well that was a bad joke, she proceeded with Amity's request.

Amity(thinking to herself): "Please don't do anything weird. Please don't do anything weird. Please don't do anything weird. Please don't do anything weird."

Luz(echoing in Amity's head): "You know, I can hear you, in here. It's really a lot like what I've been living with on a day to day.."

Amity: "LUZ!"

Luz: "Right, right, we can talk about that later."

Popping out, Luz stood in front handing out the staff.

Luz: "One sure fire proof of my trust of you.. for you."

Her most trusted companion took the gift in her hand.

Amity: "It's the real thing. You actually meant it."

There was no mistaking the smug look on the latina's face as she placed her hands behind her head.

Luz: "Yep, we can be honest with each other."

Amity cut her off by raising her arm up. Now, the room had a serious tone shift.

Luz: "What're you doing?"

Amity: "You'd never lie to me, right? With or without this thing?"

Luz: "Bebe, this isn't funny."

Fear, once again, gripped a member of the Blight family.

Amity: "I order you to tell me the truth, what are you doing here?"

Luz: "I'm on a date with you."

Luz couldn't stop herself from answering, but she tried tweaking her answers.

Amity: "Why did you come back to Bonesborough?"

Luz: "I wanted to be with you all again."

Amity: "Are you planning something behind my back?"

Things were getting worse as it became apparent that Noceda didn't want to answer.

Luz: "Our second date, maybe. Now, can you give me that back, please?"

Amity: "One last thing, the empress is still in you, right? Neither of you are going to hurt anyone, right?"

This time, Luz covered her mouth, muffling her response.

Amity: "Take your hands off and tell me the truth!"

This feeling of once again not being in control of her own body; brought tears to her eyes.

Luz: "I don't want to hurt anyone. But I can't say the same for her."

Empress Luz: "GET THE STAFF!"

Amity found herself gripped from behind by a giant abomination hand. She looked back to see the Otabin mutant was still there.

Amity: "Wait, how are you doing that?"

The empress simply took back her staff and looked disgusted at what just happened.

Empress Luz: "I think I'm done answering questions."

Luz: "I pulled out all the stops for you, carino. It's my own 'little' mix of abomination, plant, illusion, and potion. Something that can keep on going, even if my finger stops spinning."

She just gazed at the object in her hands.

Luz: "I gave this to you because I trusted you."

The goo around Amity hardened; preventing her from moving a finger.

Luz(sadly): "You just couldn't help yourself, could you?"

She reached into the almost solid goo and searched Amity's pocket. Pulling out the tweezers just before the muck became rock hard.

Luz: "Thanks for the date, bonita. I'll be sure to remember it."

She held Amity's head still as she pulled out her memories of the date. Contrary to her pleas, Luz burned the ones that held the night's closing events. Her girlfriend felt the effects and passed out.

Empress Luz: "We'll have to clean this up."

Luz: "Hold on, I don't want to leave her like this. This could seriously damage her mind."

Luz used the tweezers on herself and pulled a couple memories. She done this before, unbeknownst to anyone else. When Willow's memories were burnt, her personality changed. Luz discovered that she could sort of keep that from happening by putting place holders.

After she had done the deed, she picked up the sleeping green haired witch in her arms, princess style.

Empress Luz: "Even after all that?!"

Luz: " You feel the same way, right?"

The two had gotten unbelievably good at switching control between them.

Empress: "What about the staff?"

Luz: "It can wait. I want to take her home and just forget this ever happened."

To her dismay, she knew her partner wouldn't simply "forgive and forget".

Empress: "Before we go, I think we should check her memories. I mean, it's only fair after what she just pulled."

Complying with her internal partner, they discovered the two other conspirators. She took the staff and hid it. She also took Amity home, but not before she made sure the coast was clear.

Willow and Gus would have no memory of their findings. They would be left to believe their investigations had come to a dead end. Reporting to Amity only that Luz Noceda had nothing to hide.

Author's note:

I just want to make two things clear.

1.) In "Understanding Willow", Willow's brain appeared to be faulty after her memories were burnt. I figured Amity might unknowingly experience something similar AFTER Luz left her in her room. No funny business. Amity was half asleep and disoriented when she changed into her new attire.

2.) I've wondered, how Amity might react to Nevareth or Luz's other crushes? I just wanted to throw that idea into the hat.

[onewaigu]

Heartstrings

Genre : boyfriend!au

Theme : fluff

Pairing : Jae(Day6) X Reader

Description : you'd been bingewatching too many fancams, it made you forget that you could actually watch a live concert in your very own bedroom.

A yawn escaped you as you hit the replay button once again for the umpteenth time in a row. You'd been bingewatching fancams from Day6's concerts since the moment you got off from work. You even lost track of time of how long you'd been at it. It was a guilty pleasure.

Listening to bands performing live hit differently. The raw music they produced with their instruments could send a wave of pure satisfaction coursing through anyone's veins. Their vocals? Phenomenal. Their energy? Crazy. That was the beauty of bands.

Day6, on the other hand, was on a whole different level of bands being diverse in their music styles. It was hard to even name a bad song from their entire discography. They were that amazing.

You were planning on staying up till you fall asleep but someone had other plans and that, was to barge into your room at 11pm unannounced.

You groaned. He was lucky you were in love with him.

Refusing to leave the comfort of your warm blanket that was hugging your entire being, you twirled around in your spinny chair to face him instead of moving from your comfy spot.

“Are you stalking us?”, he wiggled his eyebrows in your direction once he glimpsed at your laptop.

“You wish”, you rolled your eyes.

As you were about to turn your chair back around to continue watching more fancams, you felt your chair being tugged from behind. You were lazy to resist it, so you just let yourself slide backwards until you finally fell into his embrace.

Warmth crept all over your cheeks as he placed his on your shoulder, adjusting a bit so that the both of you were comfortable. For obvious reasons, your heart won't stop pounding against your chest as a soft fuzzy feeling enveloped it. You could imagine his smug face smiling like a fool behind you. He was enjoying this too much.

Rubbing your tired eyes, you rested against him. Moments like this were the most relaxing. That was until your lovely boyfriend decided to abruptly pull away without any kind warning, leaving you to jerk your head back. The nerve of him.

You glared at him menacingly but his only response was to squish your cheeks to make you look like an angry fish.

“Why do you even watch fancams when you can have a whole one-man concert in your bedroom right now?”, he cooed at you as he squished your cheeks. He stopped momentarily however, just so that he could strike a stupid pose before returning to what he was doing.

“Because..”, you lowered his hands from your face, “..I've never seen you guys live”. You pouted your lips at him. You really wanted to experience the concert vibes.

“Work is a pain in the butt but I need it”, your voice softening as you looked into his eyes. You were always a bit disheartened whenever concert dates were announced because you knew you didn't have a chance to go to any one of them even if you wanted to.

Work had always been the main issue that stopped you from attending Day6's concerts. Even during holidays, you sometimes had to work overtime.

This night was one of the rare times when you could finally focus on something else other than work. Hence, you decided to dedicate your free time to watching your boyfriend and his friends killing it on stages in front of their fans. You didn't want to ever miss out on memories that made Jae happy.

Whatever you said probably struck something in him because he immediately moved to cup your face in his palms and bring it closer to his own face. You felt your breath hitched a little. Was the fan broken? Because the whole room suddenly felt like a sauna. It'd been 2 solid years since Jae and you called it official, of course with the blessings of Papa JYP, Day6, and even MyDays. Yet for some reason, he still managed to make you feel like a lovesick fool with his gentle gestures.

Looking at you with dead serious eyes, he caressed your face lovingly and said a few things that made you emotional.

“First of all, you don't know how much I really appreciate you supporting us..and me”, his voice came out husky as he lowered his voice into a whisper.

“Second of all, I love you so don't ever push yourself too far okay?”

“It hurts me to see you overwork yourself”, his forehead now resting on yours.

You chuckled under your breath, “Says the dude who's in a band”.

He flashed you a cheeky smile at your remark as the two of you finally pulled away from each other.

“Third of all, you could always facetime me during concerts Y/N”

“I'm sure our fans wouldn't mind it, we're a big ol' family after all”, seeing him giving you a reassuring smile and an affectionate rub on your arm, your heart continuously skipped. This was why you fell for him. He could be this annoyingly, goofy Jae whenever he wanted to but, at the same time, he could also be this serious Jae who cared very much for others.

After giving you one last peck on your head, he stood up to take something that was resting by the door. Twirling gracefully, he had his electric guitar slung across him. Oh no, he was about to do a one-man concert. In your bedroom. At midnight. You facepalmed at his dumb logic.

Before he could play any chords, you were already pushing him out of your apartment. As much as he protested, you didn't listen. You weren't keen on making any of your neighbours hate you.

“Let me sing one song for you, I promise it'll sound better than that stupid fancam”, he begged you but you simply ignored his dramatic pleas.

“You do realise you're dissing yourself, right?”

“Gimme one chance-”

“Goodbye, Jae”

“But-”

“Love you too”

A..nd he was gone. Once the door had closed on Jae, you leaned back and slid down to the floor, trying hard to ignore the giddy feeling that was bubbling inside you. Fanning your face, you stood up and headed back to your room. This time, you thought that it was finally time for you to sleep. With that, the last thing you saw before your eyelids started to droop was the chicken-shaped night light that Jae had bought for you on a whim. Typical Jae.

[a/n]

finally a fic for my ult-ish bias..jae sweetie, i'm sorry it took so long T T

i dunno how but kbands rlly be out there making music sound crispy

(video credits to 대식가 on yt)