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my-own-walker · 1 year

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requesting kit with younger reader, where he picks her up from college and takes her for a milkshake but then they have sex in his car and after he has to drop her down the street because her parents don’t approve of him

Oh! You Pretty Things

note: this is cuteeeeee. thanks for the spicy kit request. i was getting bored of writing inside-the-asylum kit hehe

warnings: sm*t, p in v, oral m receiving, teasing, cursing, kinda overstim, not really tho

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The second hand moved so slowly on the clock, I thought it might be broken. Class always went slower when I knew I’d be seeing Kit afterward. Thursdays were our day.

My parents didn’t know. They hated the idea of me being distracted from my studies by some silly boy. I was, in fact, sticking my neck out by going to college as a woman, so I had to succeed. But, the new decade called for liberation for us women. I was proving a point by being able to date and do well in school.

I digress. I met Kit after my father's car got a flat. He showed up in his tow truck to save the day.

'Scummy, those mechanics,' my father quipped as we drove away.

I walked to the gas station Kit said he worked at the next day, set on getting him to ask me on a date.

We'd been secretly meeting up for dates ever since. He'd come to pick me up after my last class of the day every Thursday and take me out somewhere. I could, at times, sneak away to see Kit on other days of the week, but Thursdays were a set date. My mother and father had no idea. They thought I would stay late to study.

In my daydreaming daze, I almost didn't notice my classmates getting up to leave. I gathered my things hastily and rushed out of the room and into the bright daylight of the afternoon. The sun's light on the pavement was nearly blinding. I shaded my eyes with my hand as I walked to the curb, looking desperately for Kit's car.

Within seconds, his shiny black car came slowly up to the side of the street.

'Hey, pretty thing! You goin' my way, doll?' he called out of his window, acting as if he were a creepy stranger. I giggled and got into the passenger's side.

'You have no idea how nice it feels to do this,' I sighed, kicking my shoes off as Kit drove off.

'Rough day, beautiful?' He wore his work uniform. Some jeans, a white undershirt, and his button-up with his name on it. His hair was perfectly tousled, and the shirt was unbuttoned so that part of the white undergarment was showing. He looked soft and warm, and his smile lit up his eyes.

'Just a very long one, and I'm starving.'' I said, drawing out the word 'very.' I flipped down the visor and slid open the mirror, smoothing my hair and fixing the line of my lipstick while regarding my reflection. I pulled the tube of peach lipstick out of my bag and touched up my pout, making faces at myself all the while.

'Havin' fun over there?' Kit laughed.

'I'm beginning to think this shade is old hat,' I sighed. 'Maybe I should try red like Marilyn.'

'I don't care what color they are so long as I get to kiss 'em,' he smirked, taking one hand off the steering wheel and placing it on my upper thigh. I didn't even notice how far my dress had ridden up my leg since getting in the car.

I blushed and giggled, tucking the front pieces of my hair behind my ears. I will admit, I was still in the lavender haze with him.

He pulled into the parking lot of the small roadside diner in our town. It was quaint, tucked away in some trees, filled with truckers from out-of-state and old ladies meeting for lunch. It was a stone's throw from Kit's job, and the perfect place to hide away. Somewhere neither of my parents would dare go.

We sat at the tall counter in the center of the place. This was part of our little Thursday routine. I would always come out of class absolutely ravenous. We'd pick far-away or unknown places to eat before truly spending time together.

'You want somethin', my pretty thing?' Kit asked as the waitress stood in front of us.

'Honestly, a milkshake would be a gas,' I smiled up at the waitress. 'Strawberry.'

'That's all you want?' Kit asked as she walked away. 'Are you sure?'

'Yeah, Kit, I'm alright,' I replied, feeling around in my bag for a light for my cigarette. 'Shit, I must have dropped my lighter somewhere. It's not here.'

'Don’t worry doll, I got you,' he drawled, flicking his own open and holding it under the cigarette clenched in my teeth. I took a long drag and exhaled. The waitress returned and placed my drink in front of me, and Kit's meal in front of him.

I looked over at Kit and caught him taking me in. He looked me up and down and chuckled softly.

'My, you are a dream,' he cooed, placing a hand on my chin to bring me in for a kiss. I went in for a peck and was alarmed to find that Kit wanted more.

'Baby, not here,' I said through gritted teeth, pulling away quickly. I looked around to make sure no one saw. 'You're an animal.' I laughed and he returned the smile.

'I just can't control myself around you, pretty.'

'Well then hurry up and finish your food so we can peel out,' I giggled, pushing his shoulder playfully.

There was an old abandoned schoolhouse in town 5 minutes away from my house. Kit and I would find ourselves in the back parking lot frequently. Tucked away from the public eye in his car.

As soon as Kit parked the car, he dragged me into the back seat with him. We made out furiously, like two caged animals that were finally set free. It was a small space, but we sure made it work.

I took over, immediately pushing Kit's back up against the door, placing my hands on his chest to hold him down. His white undershirt was soft against my palms. I could feel his heart pounding furiously beneath my fingertips. A pace that signaled to me just how much he wanted this.

We kissed for only a short time before clothes started getting removed. First, I aided him in removing his work shirt. Then, I worked to undo his belt and unbutton his jeans. He slid them off quickly. I took that time to remove my panties, throwing them hastily to the front seat.

His erection was noticeable through his white briefs. My hand immediately reached to touch it, only for it to be held back.

'Not yet, sweetheart,' he smiled. He pushed me back into the door on my side and continued making out with me. His hands groped all over my body, paying particular attention to my breasts. 'Oh this dress just won't do,' he muttered.

My high-necked smock dress was fit for school, yes, but not for this. He reached behind me and unzipped the fabric smoothly. He tugged the material and it slid down to expose my bra. Kit smiled as he looked into my eyes, then turned his attention back to my chest. He peppered kisses all over my sensitive skin, making goosebumps raise all over my body.

First, he slid my left bra strap off my shoulder, creating a bit more slack and revealing more of my skin. He took his time to kiss all of the areas of skin he hadn't before, going agonizingly slow so that I would get hot and bothered. He loved when I was hot and bothered.

Next was the right bra strap. The ceremony continued. His ritualistic dance of adorning love to every inch of my body made every horrible minute spent without him worth it. His mouth inched closer and closer to the very edge of my bra. Eventually, I gave in to the teasing and reached back to unhook the damn thing myself.

Deciding I'd had enough, though, I pushed Kit back again. This time, all the way down so that he was laying across the back seat. My hand reached for his bulge and stroked it. He whimpered in pleasure. I took the waistband of his briefs in my fingers and tugged, making his dick spring loose.

I lined myself up with him and slid his throbbing erection into my slick middle, feeling every inch of it go deeper and deeper into me. I cried out involuntarily and began bouncing on it, feeling our two bodies connect naturally. My walls tightened around it. He moaned softly.

'Oh baby, yeah,' he spat through gritted teeth as I continued to ride him. I stooped down and kissed him passionately, still keeping a rhythm. His shaking hands reached up to grope my breasts again, this time more firmly. He slid his hands down to my waist and held it, almost as if he were trying to feel some sort of control over me.

I continued moving my hips atop his dick. His length went so deep within me, I thought I'd scream. I put both of my palms on either side of his chest to steady myself. His breathing got more ragged, and I could feel his heart racing still.

'Fuck,' Kit grunted, trying not to come so easily. He gathered what strength he had a lifted me off of his erection by my waist. I sat back and slid down to a laying position as he rose to position himself above me, both of us maintaining eye contact as we went. He wanted a turn on top.

I didn't even get a chance to settle before his large cock was inside me again. I yelped and screwed my eyes closed, existing at that moment at his very will. He held my wrists, which were resting just next to my head, down so that I couldn't move. I whined in protest but was silenced by his lips on mine.

Sweat formed on his brow. I could feel myself succumbing to the waves of orgasm. But, neither of us wanted to be the first to give in. I breathed heavily to steel myself, but it was to no avail. I came first, crying out and moaning loudly. He slid out of me and stroked my hair as the fits of pleasure overtook me.

Kit sat back against the door on his side of the car once again, breathing heavily. I regained my composure and sat up, sitting back on my heels. I stooped down and took his pre-cum covered dick in my mouth. I flicked my tongue over the tip and reveled in the whimpers and cries Kit was letting out. He grabbed and pulled my hair gently as I continued to suck him off.

'I-I'm gonna come,' he mustered, trying to warn me in case I wanted to stop. Instead, I let him blow his load directly into my mouth. I ignored the warmth and bitter taste as I swallowed. He moaned and threw his head back, eventually relaxing into his position. I wiped my mouth and sat back as well.

Recovered from his orgasm, Kit leaned forward and laid half-beside and half-on me, resting his head on my chest. I sighed in contentment.

'God, you're good at that,' Kit whispered, laughing softly. I laughed too. He grabbed my hand and brought it up to his lips to kiss it. He kissed the back of each finger as well to emphasize his gratefulness. He nestled closer into me. I nearly fell asleep listening to his breathing even out.

I gasped suddenly when I looked out the window and saw the sun setting. 'Shit, Kit, we have to get me home!'

We both worked quickly to redress. He helped me with the tough job of zipping up the back of my dress. I scrambled out of the back door and into the passenger door, slamming it shut and bringing the visor down to once again look at myself in the mirror. Kit clambered up to the front from the back seat and settled himself in.

He turned the key in the ignition and started the car up. He paused, though, before going. I looked away from fixing my lipstick for a moment to see what was the matter. Kit shifted in his seat and reached for something that was under him. In his hand was my panties.

'I uh, think you're gonna need these,' he chuckled, blushing. I smacked his arm and snatched them from his grip.

'Oh, hush! Stop! It's not funny,' I protested, half-laughing as well. I shoved them into my handbag demonstratively. 'Now hurry up and drive!'

The ride home was quick enough. The sun was still setting as Kit got to the end of my street. He had to drop me there to avoid my parents seeing anything.

'Are you sure you're gonna be okay walking over there this late? I don't need anyone snatching my girl,' Kit spoke.

'I'll be fine, Kit. No one really walks my street. Plus, it's not even that dark,' I assured him.

'Well okay, but I'll be parked here watching ya, okay?'

'Just don't be too obvious,' I warned.

He leaned over and grabbed my face, pulling me in for one last, passionate kiss. When I pulled away, my lipstick was all over his face. I just chuckled to myself and opened the door.

'I love you, you pretty thing,' he called after me.

'I love you too, Kit,' I smiled.

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Literally cannot lie I got a bit, uh, bothered myself writing this one LOL. Let me know if you liked this one!

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lovelyyandereaddictionpoint · 6 months

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ur student council is so good it lives rent free in my mind!!!!! what’s a day in the life of darling like I wonder?

I'm glad you love it so much! 🖤🖤🖤

Day in The Life with the Yandere Student Council | Part 1

When you wake up from a late night of studying

it feels like you weight your eyelids as you splash water on your face

Continuing your routine you get pretty far before you hear a knock on your single-bed dorm suite (a gift from the Student Council President)

“Hiya (Y/n) I figured I’d join you two on your walk to class, today! Happened to have a bit of extra time on my hands!”

“You just said you skipped that entire club’s morning activities for this.”

“Tomato Potato. You should know not to keep flapping that hole of yours. Especially since you’re not all that secretive, Spencer.”

“Roman.”

Spencer the Vice President of the council has become a fast friend of yours

Being as privy to the more sinister and malicious intentions of other students specifically the ones obsessed with the council

And Roman the Sergeant of Arms and arguably the most popular next to the president

A newer guest but you won’t complain because he gives you some breakfast fruit

“Uh thanks for walking me you guys and thanks for the fruit.”

“It’s cool it is our usual routine.”

“No problem, Babe! Next time you should just tell me what you’d want for breakfast I’ll make sure to keep it in the meeting room!”

It isn’t long before Roman is called over by some other students

Blowing a kiss before disappearing in the crowd

“Phew I thought he’d never leave! He’s such an extrovert I never expected he’d ever walk with us.”

“Well I’m sure being an extrovert doesn’t mean you forget all your friends. Don’t be so harsh.”

“You’ve only known him for so long. Just you wait he’ll turn into the annoying people magnet he is.”

Spencer drops you off at class

Hanging nearby until the class begins

He begrudgingly waves bye to you signing that he’ll see you for council work later

And for the next to classes things aren’t too bad

Other than a droning lecture there’s nothing that happens that you aren’t expecting

It’s in your third class that will change

“Sweet Pea have lunch with us!”

“I made you lunch this time.”

It’s June the Historian and his boyfriend, Gill the Secretary

entering the class without any concern for the professor

Of course no one said anything only watching as your protests are ignored by the duo

June will keep whining

And Gil will only respond with excitement about what he’s made

So you’ll sigh and pack your things hearing the class resume as you step out

“So? How’d that project turn out? I know you were working on it for a long time after we got off the phone.”

“I think it turned out pretty good. I’m hoping I can finally get some feedback.”

“You know they are required to give you an ‘A’ right? We made sure they did not have the option to do otherwise.”

“...I just want to try to be deserving of it...at least a little.”

“That’s so cute (Y/n)! Isn’t that cute Gill they think they need to try!”

“It is very cute.”

Begin your impromptu lunch perfectly catered to your preferences that you never shared

“Alright guys i really should go back the next class I have—”

“Will be waived, if your busy doing student council work! Come on hun, help us with our work. I promise it’ll be fun!”

“Then afterwards we can walk home together.”

“Home? Who’s home?”

“Oh Gilly that’s a great idea! We can make it a sleepover!”

“Guys!?”

Of course outnumbered and overpowered+ you end up in the student council room where you’ll happen upon Min Su the Treasurer and the illusive President Lucoa

Part 2: Is Here

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ghostybat00 · 1 year

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✧OLDERS.⁠✧

(✿⁠)Carlos Oliveira yandere and Leon Kennedy yandere sugar daddys(✿⁠)

Au: reader universitary.

Fem reader.

You were just a college student, young, with a pretty decent economy.That's what you thought until paying for the university where you study was more expensive every day, it was a lot of rent, exams, classes, dormitories and a lot of shit that you didn't even know you had to pay. You were lying in your bed in the middle of the night, you were on your computer trying to find a way to make money,you had your hair in a messy bun, a pair of shorts and a big shirt like pajamas.You were searching everywhere, posts, requests, advertisements, but they all asked for experience of up to at least 10 years,This was ridiculous and you were very stressed.It got to the point where you just clicked on anything in the hope that you could work to keep up with the payments.

"click!"

One page of...Sugar daddies..? Okay, you definitely didn't expect to get this far, you scanned the page, was this really the only way out?You knew that if you didn't get money you couldn't continue studying, you bit your lip thoughtfully, you scrolled through the profiles, until you found one that caught your attention. Apparently they were 2 adult men. In the photo there was a man of approximately 37 years old. Blonde, with short hair,Blue eyes like the ocean, a marked jaw and a look... that you didn't know how to describe, but there was something about it. And the other man,approximately 38 years old, somewhat tan skin, beard and messy black hair, Compared to the blonde man he looked more flirtatious.

Carlos Oliveira and

Leon Scott Kennedy.

You were even more surprised when the descriptions were based on the fact that the blonde-haired man, Leon Kennedy, was a survivor of Raccon City and serves the government, and the other, Carlos Oliveira, an Umbrella mercenary with a troubled past.

"These guys must make millions" You think.You checked the description again, they don't ask for a specific requirement, what if...? No! You should to find a decent job! You had an argument in your head with yourself.

"hell, well, I'm just going to post a photo and that's it. Let's see what happens." Little did you know that that day you would awaken something deep inside 2 men on that app.

You stood in the mirror of the room, you changed a little for the photo, you changed into a somewhat short black dress, tennis shoes and some natural makeup, and you posted them on the website, you changed again and you simply went to sleep without having much expectations.

The morning was rainy, you sighed as you looked out the window of your college dorm,You did the same routine, shower and eat breakfast, you walk to the campus while you couldn't help but think about tuition. Time was running out and you had to pay for it to continue studying, while you walked you took out your phone to try to distract yourself, a notification from that sugar daddy page, You were surprised when the same profile you saw yesterday added a heart to the photo you had uploaded of yourself.Accompanied with the message of that Carlos Oliveira.

"Hey sweet thing, Do you mind if we talk a little?"

From that day on you had conversations with that Carlos Oliveira, later you also started talking to Leon Kennedy, anyway they were the 2 guys in the profile on that page,You found them very pleasant, since instead of jumping to the obscene part they talked with you, the conversations were enjoyable that you even forgot that they were on a sugar daddy page, until one day, on Friday, when you were leaving the university, You saw a luxurious car in the parking lot, you ignored him until you heard your name from that car. Was it Leon Kennedy?!, oh yeah, you forgot you had shared your problem with money with them via chat, you definitely didn't expect them to take it seriously. You approached the car nervously...

"hello y/n, How nice to be able to see you in person, I'm Leon Kennedy, if you remember?"

"hello Leon,I didn't expect to see you here..." "see us" You heard a voice in the back seat, Carlos Oliveira looking at you with a flirtatious smile, as he got out of the car to help you with your backpack, he opens the door so you can go in the passenger seat,but not before giving you a big bear hug that almost left you breathless. "Get in, don't be shy" Leon says with a slight smile. You sat in the passenger seat, nervous, Leon noticed this and gave you a small reassuring smile. They had a conversation with you, they agreed to help you pay for college, which you thanked them for and you felt relieved, Of course, you obviously knew what kind of page you met them on, but you had no choice but to agree to be "they sugar baby."

They treated you very well, you spent time in their luxurious house, Of course, you noticed that every time you talked to a classmate at the university they ended up moving away or in the worst cases disappearing, this scared you so you looked for comfort in them. They loved this, you were so naive, young and innocent, They always pampered you with the best gifts, little by little you spent more time at their house than in yours,and they always found an excuse to make you spend the night with them for weeks or even a month, they were very sweet but it was strange how everyone avoided talking to you if they saw you with them, also overprotective measures,They insisted that you give them your exact location every time you went to university, normal things like knowing when you left, until strangely sending you a message at the exact time you left each class. You knew this was getting out of control, but they were 2 adult men, tall, and experienced in weapons and combat, You know they would never hurt you, but this gave you chills, just as they always liked to be around you, You always had eyes on you, an arm on your hip or your waist. Leon was very protective, he was the one who noticed those overprotection tendencies the most. On the other hand, Carlos was more of a possessive person, as he joked that you were going to be his only one. But they were both equally obsessed.

One of those days you were about to leave the house because it was time to go to university, you felt hands on you, Leon says with his deep voice. "Where are you going, my sweet girl?"

"Leon, it's late, I need to run to the university -" "Why don't you stay a little longer? You've worked hard, rest a little with us." Says leon softly but with that overprotective tone as he hugs you with his tall and imposing figure behind you. His eyes soften"but"- You couldn't finish why he carried you towards the kitchen where Carlos was making breakfast, "doll, Leon is right, you should stay a little longer." Carlos says while cooking and the delicious smell of waffles fills the room. "Look, I really appreciate what You two have done for me but I can't continue missing days at university-" You couldn't even finish why Leon put you on his lap, wrapping his muscular arms around you and giving you a kiss on the cheek. "Look doll, what's more important, the university or us?,We don't want that university to take our baby from us, right?" Carlos joked with his humor as always, but you felt that there was a hint of seriousness in that. Carlos serves breakfast and brings the fork closer to your mouth, His eyes gave warmth but obsession at the same time.

This was getting out of hand, but what Will You do...?

#yandere #obsession #leon kennedy #carlos oliveira #resident evil #sugar dating #age difference #age different relationships #x reader #oldermen #obsessive love #resident evil leon

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vinnoa-articles · 1 year

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Caffeine

[Image by Eiichiro Oda]

Habit Substitute Drabble Series! This will be 5 out of the 8 drabbles I will be writing, because, why not? Some characters like certain things on a daily. But what if you were there?

Here are the links for the others.

[Luffy] [Zoro] [Usopp] [Sanji] [Law] [Smoker] [Crocodile]

Rating: +18, you have been warned. If you are a minor, leave now.

Word count: 1,447

Type: Smut

Characters: Law, reader (Female)

Trigger warnings/content: Sexual implications at the end

A grumble is all he heard, there it was, just a couple of words but it wasn’t coherent. “Law!” All that snapped him up was his name being called by her. Those eyes of hers bore into his skull, leaning so close to him that he could smell the lotion she put on her hands, caressing his stubble, those eyes that hooked him deeper than any book he was buried in. “You are holding that book upside down, you know.” Her finger pointing down to the hardcover book between his own fingers. Startled, yet calm, the creeping of embarrassment rose to his nose and he could feel it. Placing the book down so it faced her, he slid it to her.

“No no, I can read upside down. Besides-” looking down at the anatomy of the heart, to her face, then back to the right valve of the picture, “you need to study up so that we are ready for anything.” She sighed, leaning back as her soft touch left his jaw, the leaving warmth that he hadn’t felt in days, almost lifting up a finger to just touch her skin against his fingertips. It became hard to breathe, to swallow his built-up saliva, and the air felt hot. From the corner of his eye, he could spot his trusted mug half-full of the dark abyss of coffee. Hand clasping around the handle, he took a long sip to wash down his emotions that he was trying to figure out, to piece together as the caffeine would try to fix him.

“You really should stop drinking that,” her fingers grasped the mug as he was placing it back on the coaster, tugging it even to make his own fingers twitch but not release. “That’s all you drink, and it’s just making your eyebags worse doctor.”

“Oi, you can’t really tell me what to do when you were the one that wanted to study with me,” feeling his eyes roll to show his annoyance, and it was true, has been up. Pulling back his finger from the book, he instinctively dragged his hand across his face, and she was right, the puffs under his eyes felt more swollen than usual. It didn’t matter though, this was his usual routine, and there wasn’t much that was going to change. Yet, every little move she did, her foot brushing up against his thigh, the occasional yawn or maybe moan as she stretched out her arms above her head as she leaned back on her chair, to even leaning forward to get a closer look at his face.

“Hm…but doctor?” There her face was, right in front of his, it caught him off guard, almost jerking back and flinching. His instincts were precise yet slow. When he could see the whole picture, every small thing caught his eye, yet when it's right in front of his face, somehow he couldn’t register it. Her body was leaned over the book, her oversized hoodie grazing the page, her nose nearly poking his. “Your face is quite pale, despite how much sun you get, you have been drinking how many cups of coffee now?” Why was that? That was when he felt it again, those fingers bringing warmth to his face again, those fingers that he so wanted to kiss, to bite to see the tenderness of the flesh. “Doctor!” He gasped, his hand was around her hand, he guided it right near his lips, he could feel the plushness of the pads of her fingers against his lips. A hum he could feel vibrate onto her fingers.

“Ah, sorry,” the release of her wrist, trying to figure out when he grasped her wrist, maybe his thoughts intruded and did it without realizing. “Just too tired I guess,” he chuckled, as that same hand tried to reach the coffee cup, but there was something that stopped him from grabbing it. It was her lips, clasping on top of his, stopping him in his tracks, unable to process what was even going on. She backed up, squinting her eyes at him, there was a weird tug on his lips to maybe encourage a smile. “Ha…haha, well,” his body felt hot again, it was hard to inhale some fresh air, trying to even get some words out was difficult. “If that’s to keep me up, I am up, just don’t worry about me, aight?” However, she didn’t move, still watching his face so intently as if he was a test subject, it made him uneasy. Inching closer to the cup while not taking his eyes off hers, she leaned in, giving a quick peck on his lips again, he could feel her nose poke his cheek, it was brash, sudden, aggressive as if she was trying to give him a reason to stop. He was curious, how far was she going to go to stop him? Another inch, and there it was, another sweet peck on his lips, but this time, as she pulled away, she frowned. “What?”

“Is coffee that amazing?”

“It keeps me up, there is nothing else that helps me,” and with that, the woman slammed her hands on the table, nearly making every book stacked on the table jump with fear. Her skin on her hands tensed as she grabbed the ceramic mug, downing the rest of his awakening potion, her throat chugging the coffee as if it was her life. The gears turned as he saw this happen, his hand was stuck on the table, just in a trance to see his assistant, crewmate, study partner, being so aggressive when she was always the sweet and comedic one. “H…hey!”

“Well?!” Slamming that cup was the hottest thing she did, it was assertive, a side of her she never showed, nearly ever. She was so docile, so fragile by her demeanor usually, but this side made her look like she was the true captain, and not him. Those delicious hands came back, grabbing him by his t-shirt, yanking him out of his seat, bringing his torso above the table, as he anchored his right hand to the table so he didn’t fall forward any further.

“Well what? What was the point of that?!” The scent of coffee was on her teeth, the bitterness matching her aura right now was sucking him in. There was a tug again, her forehead bumping into his with a thunk, it hurt but it was overwhelming.

“You are being childish, Law!”

“For what?!”

“This stuff tastes nasty? I am here with you to keep you up or tell you to go to sleep god damn it!” Those words hit him, the strong aura piercing his heart, making his blood pump faster through his arms, sending shivers down his spine down to his toes, making them curl in his pointed shoes he didn’t even bother taking off. “Fine, if that’s how you are going to be-” Her lips crashed into his, teeth almost clattering as her tongue explored his, nearly devouring him whole, he wanted to back up, but she pulled his shirt to hint to not move at all; the taste of his favorite brew lingered on her tongue as she swirled her tongue. He was going to close his eyes, when her lips slowly pulled away. “Well?” Her eyebrow raised, questioning and seeing her eyes dart around his face for some sort of reaction. All he could do was chuckle, she was so cute when trying to act tough, especially since the grip on his shirt was trembling, it was a good effort. This was his chance, his hand clasped onto her jaw, tilting it down so his head was slightly looking down on hers, as he moved it to move it to the nap of her neck.

“Oh, lovely, if this is one way you are going to keep me up, I have other ideas that could keep me up tonight, if you want to take this to my private reading room.” Her cheeks flushed pink, he could almost read her mind, as the table shifted near her legs, as she closed them, that is what he didn’t miss in his sights. “I see we will have another long night, you better be ready to keep me up since you said caffeine is bad for me.” Maybe it was the way he could tell she was anxious now, or her legs crossing to hide her arousal, or maybe it was his cock talking. Regardless, it was going to be an interesting night to see how late he was going to get up, and maybe, just maybe, he might get some decent rest for once.

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ninigummysmile · 8 months

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꧁ 𝑊𝑟𝑖𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑅𝑜𝑢𝑙𝑒𝑡𝑡𝑒 - 𝑁𝑢𝑚𝑏𝑒𝑟 2 ꧂

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It's become common for Rosé's friends to tease her and make jokes about her liking you and it's hard to believe that you haven't noticed the whispers or suggestive smiles when you pass the group in the hallways or before entering a classroom.

It all started when the two of you arrived late to a class and were consequently paired up to work together. Small exchanges of words turned into conversations and conversations turned into study meetings in the library.

For you, Rosé has become a friend. A friend that you get along with very well and that you really enjoy talking to. A friend, because people rarely demonstrate romantic interest in you and that's why you stopped trying to demonstrate interest in others. Why could someone like her ever have feelings for you?

And that's why you are content for just study dates or, at most, going to a coffee shop near the university when your studies end early.

Your brain refuses to notice the signs that maybe your feelings are mutual. If when you are explaining something and she is just looking at you or her eyes are fixed on your mouth, your thoughts make you believe that it is because she is paying attention to what you are saying. If she touches your hand or gets too close to you, you force yourself to believe it's because she wants you to pay attention to what she's showing you.

It's two months. Two months since you met and you're pinning at each other without taking action. At first your friends tried to encourage you, telling you to give it a chance, but your fear of ruining a friendship and trying to convince yourself that she doesn't feel anything for you is making them start to lose patience because you don't open your eyes.

Her friends' jokes went from “you're in love” to “for God's sake, take action before we do anything”.

Everyone around you can see your unspeakable feelings. Even the librarian thinks you have something and wonders if you don't know of a better place to meet than the library.

You sit in your usual seat and take your book out of your backpack to find the topic you are going to study. A short time later she arrives and sits in front of you.

You fall into the routine of reviewing, questions and answers and assignments. Almost an hour later, you're reading a part of the book when you feel like she's not paying attention to what you're saying.

“You’re very pretty” you freeze. You don't know if you heard what she said correctly, whether you should raise your head or keep your eyes fixed on the book and pretend you didn't hear. But your mouth acts faster than your brain.

“What did you say?”

“Oh God… did I say that out loud?” she lifts her head, which was resting on one of her hands, and looks at you.

“I mean, I heard you saying something, I’m just not sure what I heard”

She sighs and covers her face with her hands. “I said you are very pretty”

She doesn't want to reveal her face because she knows she's blushing like crazy.

“Do you really mean that?”

“What?” she looks at you. “Why would I lie?”

“I don’t know” you let out a breath when you realize you were holding it. “I mean, what do you mean by that?”

“I want to say that I think you are very pretty. And that maybe it’s time for us to have a real date that isn’t in the library”

“Why?”

“Are you serious? Is it that hard to believe that I really like you?”

You shrug and bite your bottom lip.

“C’mon. You are beautiful, intelligent and you are very kind to explain to me a subject that I already understood in class, but I let you explain it again just to spend more time with you”

“Have you already understood this subject?” you ask in disbelief.

“Most of it” she smiles and extends her hand to take yours. “A chance. A date is all I ask to prove that I really like you”

“I hope it’s amazing, because I like you too and I don’t want to be disappointed”

“You have my word” she squeezes your hand.

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blacksmokebarbarians · 1 year

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The Open Flame

a/n: hey there! after watching the music video, i got an interesting little idea for a blurb, so here it is! i should have some more fics coming out soon, but until then, stay tuned!

pairing: jake kiszka x fem!reader

word count: 1,400 k

warnings: mdni!!!, oral (f!recieving), waxplay, praise, basically pwp

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He was in a funk, that was obvious enough. He had barely spoke the whole evening, his stare toward the television glazed with thought, and he seemed to be completely unaware of your presence.

“Are you okay..?”

Jake’s eyes met with yours as he murmured a soft, “Hmm?”. He then nodded, his gaze returning to the series the two of you had been watching. “Yeah. I’m alright.” He shrugged. You watched as his right thumb traced his left— a habit he had when he was nervous. Something wasn’t quite right.

You leaned over, placing a kiss on his cheek before taking one of his hands in yours. He adverted his gaze away, avoiding any contact with your own.

“What is it, Jakey?” You asked, studying his face as you awaited his reply.

“It’s really nothing.. I promise.” He mumbled, laying back against the couch. By now, he knew that you weren’t going to let it go.

“Hun, you can tell me what it is. I won’t be upset with you.” You assured, your voice soft as you traced gentle circles into the back of his hand.

You watched as his chest rose and fell with a deep sigh. Still keeping his sight fixated on the screen across the room, he cleared his throat. “I’ve just.. I’ve been thinking about certain things since the last time we had sex. I just.. I don’t know.” He let out a course exhale.

Your brows furrowed as you looked to him, squeezing his hand gently. “Jake, look at me..” You moved his chin towards you, prompting his eyes to meet yours. “Whatever it is, we can talk through it, okay? I want you to be satisfied with the things we do.”

His head bowed for a moment before he looked back to you. “Could we try something..?”

The two of you had made many changes to your routine over time, but it wasn’t often that he had asked to give something a go. You were unsure of where exactly this would lead, but you had promised yourself to try anything at least once. So, you flashed him a smile and a nod. “Of course we can, hun.” You leaned forward, his lips grazing yours before meeting them completely. He was gentle— his touch soft as could be as his hands beckoned you towards him, sliding your frame towards his own. Though the kiss had began rather light, it progressed quickly to engage with the passion that grew between you two.

His hands held your hips. No— gripped them. His calloused fingers grazing the skin just beneath your shirt as his body pressed against yours. Your hands slipped into his hair, tangling within it as you each exchanged hushed moans.

Your hunger for his touch only grew the more you obtained it. His hands were a force you couldn’t get enough of, and that became clear when you finally felt them trailing your sides. One skimmed down your thigh while the other found its way to your clothed breast, giving it a vigilant squeeze. With quick breaths escaping past your lips, he could tell you yearned for more.

Hurrying to unclothe yourself, you tossed your shirt off, to which he mirrored your actions with his own. His lips clashed with yours, once more, falling into a hasty rhythm as your hips pressed against his.

His hands unclasped your bra, allowing you to slip it off. Before you could even meet his lips again, he looked to you. “Is this okay..?”

He knew just how to make you feel comfortable. And, somehow, granting him consent grew your arousal even further. He leaned down, his lips meeting with your collarbone as his large hand cupped your breast. Resting your hands on his shoulder, you leaned your head back, providing him permission to take you as his.

That’s what you were. You were his. All his. And, yet, even moreso; he was yours.

His lips soon met with your rosy peaks, his hand squeezing your opposing breast as he sucked soft marks into the other. The heat between you only grew as your skin made contact, louder whines leaving your lips as he did all the work.

Soon enough, his hands were begging for your shorts to come off, his lips still hard at work pressing kisses to your chest. Allowing him to slide your shorts off, he slowly pulled away, laying you back against the couch.

Leaning above you with his hand rested on the back of the couch, he finally spoke. “Stay here.. I’ll be right back.”

As you awaited his presence once more, you began to realize that he had to have been planning something. You watched as he came back with one of the candlesticks from your kitchen table. Perplexed, you sat up, watching as he reached for one of the matchboxes that rested on your coffee table beside the couch. “What are you doing..?” You asked, your hand resting on his thigh.

“Shh.. Lay back, baby..” He soothed, his hand pressing your stomach gently, prompting you to lay back down. Clad in just your panties, you felt far more vulnerable than usual as you watched him strike the match.

“If you feel any pain, I need you to tell me, okay? Anything at all, I want to know.” He brought the flame to the wick of the candle, watching as it set ablaze. He blew the stick out, throwing it onto the table before turning his attention back to you.

He gently pushed your legs apart, allowing one to rest over his hip. He watched as the candle began to melt, holding it just above your thigh.

With a sharp gasp, your hand gripped the couch. The heated wax dropped from the wick, dripping down the center of your thigh towards your core. “Oh my god..” You mumbled, feeling as the wax took its shape around your thigh.

Another drip, the sensation just as sensitive as the last. You watched as Jake bit his lip, watching the liquid harden across your leg. He left drops down your stomach, guiding them up to your breasts. The hot glaze met with your supple bosom, moans beginning to erupt from you. Your legs pressed together, begging for any sort of friction against your core.

Watching Jake’s satisfaction as you squirmed only caused your arousal to increase. “Such a good girl.. Such a good little slut..” He cooed.

With one last drip, he blew the candle out, resting it on the table before bringing his hand to the fabric of your panties. His fingers toyed with the lace, pressing against your heat.

“Fuck.. Jake, Please.. Please, Sir..” You begged, your voice becoming hoarse with each moan. “I need you..”

And just like that, he slipped the lace from your legs, his tongue meeting with your clitoris as his digits traced your slit. He plunged a finger deep into your core, your slick enveloping his hand.

The room filled with the messy sounds of your whimpers and the work he did below. Your back arched as he slipped yet another finger into you, the rhythm of his mouth not faltering in the slightest. You squeezed your eyes shut as you leaned back into the throw pillows, his speed growing with every thrust of his hand.

He groaned against your cunt, completely satisfied with pleasing you. He had a hunger for your taste— When he finally got it, it was pure euphoria; Almost better than an orgasm.

You inched closer and closer to your sweet release, your hands gripping his waves as your hips bucked forward. “Please.. Please, don’t stop, please please…” You begged, prompting his determination more and more.

Finally, you felt your climax crash against you, his touch continuing as you rode the pleasure out. “Oh fuck.. fuckfuckfuckfuck..”

As you overcame your culmination, your legs shook. His movements slowed, as did your breath. He glanced up to you with half-lidded eyes, slipping his fingers into his mouth, cleaning them of your arousal. He leaned forward, kissing the mound of your pelvis before leaving another just below your bellybutton.

“You did so well, darling.. So fucking well..” He praised, his hands resting on your thighs.

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adaptacy · 9 months

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A Found Flame {Pt.12}

Pairing: Mentor!Gale Dekarios x Apprentice!GN!Reader

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A/N: Sorry I haven't been updating this super frequently, I lowkey forgot tumblr existed for a hot second. it's all up to date on AO3, but I'll get back into posting it on here too! Also, I have commissions up on my page! There's a link to an info post on my pinned :) could really use the extra money & I'm happy to write for ideas that y'all have!!

Word Count: 4.6k

The start of the morning went according to routine. Waking up at sunrise, fixing yourself and Tara breakfast, and tidying up the study before she awoke. While doing some light reading over a cup of hot coffee, you’re startled by a knock on the door. Soon your increased heart rate is not out of fear, but instead out of excitement. An eagerness to see a familiar face, somehow believing that he had managed to cut the trip down to only nine days. An incredible feat, but you certainly weren’t going to complain – you would be without him no more!

You’re quick to stand from the loveseat and rush for the front door, leaving the book you’d been reading on the table, far less interested in its contents when Gale had finally come back. You open the door – you don’t bother to call out, or ask who it might be, as you’re sure that you know who it is.

But Gale’s beard was certainly not that long. And not nearly as white. And his face was never as… old.

“Hello?” You stammer, caught off-guard by a completely unfamiliar elder, dressed in obvious wizard-esque attire, with a long orange and red robe and a matching hat that drapes behind him. He nods, smiling wearily and glancing behind you.

“The apprentice, I presume? I intend not to affright thee. Might you indulge an old man? I bear regards to Gale,” he speaks, his voice deep in the stereotypical elderly way, and you swear he’s far too old for a mortal human, but he looks plenty human.

“You know Gale?” You ask, hesitant to believe anything the man says, both due to your immediate disappointment that the door didn’t open to Gale, and because you know better than to immediately trust strangers.

“Indubitably. You may safely classify Gale and I as friends,” he confirms, and you realize that this may very well be Gale’s ‘old friend’ that he intended to visit. After all, he’s plenty old, and allegedly a friend. There is an instant pit in your stomach – If he is here, and notably lacking the company of your mentor, then something must be wrong.

You know that your worry shows on your face, but you don’t care. You step out of the way and pull the door open further, inviting him in. “Come in, please.” It takes a lot not to choke on your words, on your rising anxiety, on your terror. He enters, steps out of his boots, and makes his way to the study, not requiring any sort of direction – a confirmation that he’s likely who he says he is.

You follow, and he pauses in the middle of the study, motioning about the room. “A mighty toothsome abode this has become – cert ameliorated since I last bore tarriance.” He turns to look at you and waves a hand, a smile crossing his wrinkled features. “Compliments! Alas, I trekked not for flattery. Should thy curiosity bear uncertainty, I shall put to rest such indecision. Elminster Aumar, at your service.” He extends a hand, and you stare at it for a moment before ultimately taking it, and he gives it a firm shake, pushing dried wrinkles against your palm, before he drops his hand.

“Nice to meet you. Where is Gale? Is everything okay?” You question, desperately searching his eyes for answers, perhaps something more clear than his convoluted conversation will provide, but you find a barrier of blue wisdom, refusing you any peeks into his true nature.

“Enigmatic, the situation remains. Harrowing dawns are upon us, I fear. Mystra sanctioned the deliverance of a memorandum most paramount,” he sighs, and you frown, simultaneously trying to decipher his statements and search for assurance that Gale is okay. You don’t particularly succeed at either. “Cognizant am I of his absenteeism, inclusive of thy enlistment to the abecedarian chosen’s – ah, erstwhile chosen’s – service. A most discommodious concatenation has seized the deliberation of the Gods.”

There’s a few seconds of silence, but when he doesn’t speak anymore, you shake your head, narrowing your eyes. “I’m… not understanding.”

He tuts, clasping his hands together and closing his eyes, sighing yet again. “Apologies. I come bearing a–”

“By Mystra’s mercy!” Tara yowls, her tail stiffening and puffing as she emerges from Gale’s room, anxiously glancing Elminster up and down, her head shaking and her wings twitching. “Elminster Aumar? Oh, dear – whatever trouble has my wizard gotten into?”

Elminster looks at Tara, and he smiles nervously, dipping his head once more. “Tara, dearest, a delight to see you.” He clears his throat, addressing you once more, and Tara comes to rub against your calf, taking a seat between your ankles and looking up at the old man. “I desiderate not to impose you, but to entrust to you a message. A consideration, on Mystra’s part, to offer Gale redemption.”

Your eyebrows furrow, and you feel Tara’s fur bristle against your skin, both of your guards up. “Redemption? I don’t understand – where is Gale?”

“I know not his precise locale. Hence my emergence in Waterdeep. It is in your hands I allocate his discovery. Tara – grant me aplomb, will you?”

Her tail swishes, brushing over the ground in mild irritation, or perhaps worry – maybe even a combination of both. “I can find him, Elminster. Rest assured.”

“Most meritorious. Upon reconciliation, I ask you to inform him of the following. It is imperative that he understands the false deity he faces is far more dangerous than he may possibly conceive. It threatens the gods, the realm, the universe itself. Mystra believes only he is capable of its thorough destruction.” His voice is tainted with regret – as if he is apologetic for the goddess’ message. He reaches into his robe, presenting a tightly tied scroll, and you take it from him, though don’t dare to open it. “If he complies, the spell contained within that scroll will put a halt to the orb’s impending implosion. A temporary fix – all too temporary indeed. He must find the heart, and obey the ritual.”

“False deity? Threatening the gods – the ‘heart’? What are you on about?” You let out an exhale that borders on the edge of a confused, overwhelmed whine, your head shaking in an attempt to dispel the oncoming migraine.

“Set out as quickly as you can. The realm battles against time. He will understand, even if you do not.” He shakes his own head, inhaling slowly, as if to steady himself. “My sincerest apologies, child. Had I any choice in the matter, you would not be my target of burden. Alas, you know him well, and the trust is mutual. I have little time – Mystra beckons me afresh. I may only bestow upon you luck. And the best of luck it is.”

. . .

“So, he is her chosen?” You ask, sorting through Gale’s desk as you collect two pouches of gold, dropping them into a quickly-filling traveling pack.

“Has been for many a century. Oh, I do so hope to be absolved of my misery at a quicker rate than that. To live for a millenia – isn’t it plain dreadful?” She mews, kneading at the cushion of the loveseat across the room from you.

You close the drawer that you’d been sifting through, opening a different drawer filled with quills, as well as a dagger that has gone unused for longer than you’ve known Gale. You don’t have any intentions of using it, but you’re smart enough to know better than to travel unarmed. “Did you understand anything he said? All of that about Mystra and the ‘huge threat’, or whatever he called it?”

“Hardly, though I rarely concern myself with the affairs of gods. Once we find Mr. Dekarios, he will explain all. He won’t want to risk the clawing that would come with keeping us in the dark about whatever he is up to,” she replies, stretching out her back and jumping off of the couch, approaching you before hopping onto the desk, inspecting the bag you were packing. “My, quite the pile of gold you’ve acquired, dear.”

“Well, yeah. We’ll need to afford rations for the trip, there’s no telling how long it will take, and probably transportation, and–”

“Hah!” She meows, amused at your statement. “Nonsense. The trip will be a short one. With my purrrfect nose, we’ll find him in a whisker’s twitch.”

“We’ll still need to travel to him, though.”

“Ah. With my trusty sense of smell, my unbridled connection to my darling humanoid, and a sprinkling of conjuration magic, we’ll be in the… general area of Mr. Dekarios,” she assures, sticking her head into the bag and biting the tip of a gold pouch, removing it and dropping it onto the desk. “Let’s leave some inheritance for our return, yes?”

“Wait – we can just… appear there? Like, teleporting?” You chuckle in surprise, a little baffled that it would be that easy.

“Well, thirty-two years of companionship doesn’t go without its benefits! Aside from the self-warming bed, of course. I know Mr. Dekarios better than he knows himself. I’ll find him, don’t you fret. Elminster emphasized the urgency of the situation, so I best be referring to a few studies on transpositional spells. We should depart before the evening. Will you be ready?”

You think over what else you need to do, or pack, and eventually nod. “Yeah, I’m ready whenever you are.”

“Delightful,” she praises, hopping off of his desk once more and walking towards his room. She pauses, however, to look behind herself at you, her ears twitching. “Do bring along some of that salmon, would you? As much as I enjoy hunting the occasional mouse, we’ve larger missions to sink our claws into.”

“Of course. I’ll even cut it up into squares,” you tease, and she lets out a loud purr in response, satisfied with your answer. Tara disappears into his room, and you return to your packing, picking up the backpack and leaving the study, immediately preparing the salmon before you risk forgetting. You slice it into squares as you’ve been doing for the past few days, and then place those squares on a sheet of parchment paper, rolling it up and securing it before you tuck it into your bag.

Knowing that you have very little hunting experience, you make sure to grab plenty of rations for yourself, as well, though find that the bag is getting quite full. You suppose the several changes of clothes are mostly at fault for that, and you have to sacrifice two sets in order to fit what you believe will keep you fed for at least a few days. Maybe less, should you need to share with Gale, but you’d be happy enough to have found him, you doubt you’ll have room for complaints.

When you return to the study, you can hear Tara muttering incantations in the next room over, and you decide better than to risk interrupting her. You would pick out a book to keep you company, but you doubt you have the room for that, and as Tara said, you’d probably have your hands full for the next few days. Instead, you take a seat by the unlit fireplace, allowing yourself a few minutes to think – to properly process everything that has been dumped onto you in a morning. Truly, it would be nice if ‘grand reveals’ were a little more spaced out, or had some build up to them. Alas, you were smacked with concerning news flashes that rattled you for a morning, or a single conversation, and then you were promptly dropped in a sea of confusion, left to teach yourself how to swim.

How unfair.

Thanks in part to Elminster’s intensely coded and decorated speech mannerisms, you have no clue what you should expect. On the bright side, it seemed quite assured that he was not dead. Mystra would certainly know if he was – not only because of her familiarity with him, but likely that her connection to the weave within him would draw her immediate attention, should that connection be severed, or… exploded.

She was rather audacious, if you had to be honest. To abandon him in his time of need, to leave him wandering and hurting after everything he tried to do for her, was one issue, and a plenty large enough issue on its own. But now for her to suddenly call upon him for a mission because she felt threatened? Oh, the gall.

You couldn’t tell if it was incredibly serious because she’d called on a mortal to do her bidding, or if it was incredibly un-serious, because she had called on a mortal to do her bidding! She, a goddess, the weave incarnate, the mistress of magic, couldn’t take care of a threat to the entire universe, but Gale Dekarios, a middle-aged, objectively gauche and reclusive wizard, was capable of such victory?

It was the orb. It had to be. In no world did Gale naturally have such power at his fingertips. Even so, the weave within him is only a fraction of Mystra. Surely she is stronger? Surely she can cast such destruction tenfold, should she be so inclined.

…Right?

Gale was not more powerful than Mystra. Nobody could be – not via the weave, anyways. Gale wasn’t even on a similar level to Mystra. He had a fraction – a fraction – of her power. Didn’t he? That’s what he’d told you.

You recall your own experience – pulling energy with the orb as your source. The split second of unforeseen power that you felt, that surged through you as if it was you. In that moment, you’d believed yourself unbeatable. All-powerful. An irrational thought, you’re aware, and yet such possibility intrigues.

If Mystra controlled the weave, couldn’t she remove the orb? According to Elminster, she’s capable of pausing it, and yet it remains latched and active within his body. She had to have her reasons. Mystra would not turn down the ability to be even stronger without good reason.

Again, you return to your memory – the quiet calm of the orb, paired with Gale’s utter terror. It makes you think.

Is Mystra scared of it?

“Are you quite ready?” Tara peeks her head out from Gale’s bedroom, and you quickly stand, putting on your boots and nodding, grabbing your backpack from the loveseat. You follow her into Gale’s bedroom, where a swirling purple and black vortex awaits you.

“We’ll be able to return, right?”

“Oh, of course,” she reassures, and you relax, stepping closer to the portal. You feel her rub against your ankle, and she outstretches her wings, yawning. Jumping to fly behind you, she perches on your shoulder, her tail bumping against your back. “With the assistance of a horse, but a return is a return, yes?”

You cringe, a little less sure, but give an affirmative shrug nonetheless. “Right. Here goes, I guess.”

“Prepare your feathers, dear – a quick trip through the cosmos and we’ll surely be on his doorstep! Or… somewhere in the vicinity.”

With that, and a nod at one another, you step through the portal, having to rely on your trust in Tara to recite the spell correctly and not land you in a heap of trouble.

– – –

He’d left the ruckus of the party behind him, the noise from drunken singing and laughing a little too much for him to bear. And far too sweet of an opportunity. A perfect distraction – as if it had been curated for him. He did deserve it, didn’t he?

He’d worked so hard. Slain so many goblins. Thoroughly exhausted himself, dirtied his daggers and saved lives. Heroes, they named them. As if his intentions were entirely pure – as if he felt empathy for the tieflings, as if he’d been pushed to act in their honor, as if he cared.

The wine was tolerable, at least. The company not so much. Drunk and dry. Below his standards, and far too chatty.

The boars were better than the rats. Had more sustenance to them – a little more flavor. More of a kick, too, as small as their legs were. Alas, he was hungry, and ever-so-greedy. Perhaps he’d find a deer. Or another boar – it wasn’t too wretched of an idea. If he had to compromise, he wasn’t entirely opposed to it. Hardly a fan, but blood was, ultimately, blood. A boar would hold him off for another day or two. A deer, though? Oh, certainly a week.

He finds himself traveling deeper and deeper into the forest. The party, ringing through the trees around their little clearing, scaring off the prey he so helplessly yearned for. What insatiable hunger. A hindrance, a terrible flaw, a godsforsaken craving – until he satisfied it, at least.

However temporary the satisfaction, it made the carnal desires, the churning desperation, the withdrawals – all of it, worth it, for a little while. Few things came close to the sensation of blood running down his neck, washing him inside and out, fulfilling his bone-chilling needs.

How clueless his companions remained. It granted him fragmented amusement, witnessing their utter hopelessness – gave him the slightest rushes of power, of pride. Of security. To know, and to trust, that his secret remained just that, all thanks to his carefully plucked words, his controlled smiles, his flawless manipulation. Even his kills were tidy –

Well, save for the first boar, that is. Not that they’d picked up on it, fortunately, but he supposes he could have cleaned that one up a little better. He’d been desperate, and practically starved. Trekking about in unfamiliar lands was so incredibly exhausting. Especially when he was forced to sweat under the heat of the sun – not to say he didn’t enjoy walking freely under the sun, of course he did, but the sweat he could do without.

And slaying was even more taxing on his body. Swinging, dashing, dodging – oh, catching prey used to be so easy.

At least he did it for himself now. Made the burdens far easier to bear. Free will was such a luxury, wasn’t it?

Astarion pauses, hearing movement ahead of him. He can’t hear the noise of the party anymore, nor can he see the lights, and he’s sure that his prey lies close. So he sticks closer to the denser parts of the forest, hugging every shadow that he can, moving with them as one as though he’s Baldur Gate’s best trained assassin, or a panther, slinking about the underbrush, eyes on a darling, oblivious gazelle.

He smells a fire, and then he hears quiet chattering –

A person.

His heart flutters, his fangs practically ache, and he realizes that settling for a boar would be a horrific lowball. Unfair – unfair to him.

He deserves better. He deserves real prey. He deserves payment for two-hundred years spent in a hell personalized for him. He deserves payment for having his freedom robbed from him. He deserves payment for freeing those poor, defenseless tieflings.

He deserves payment. Retribution.

He deserves real blood. Sweet blood. Thick, terrified blood – crying blood, pleading blood. Blood with a life. Blood with a soul. Blood with a personality.

Better him than a wolf, or a bear. Better fangs in the neck than claws across the torso, surely. He’d be doing this stranger a mercy. Maybe he’ll even be gentle. Maybe he’ll be kind – maybe, he’ll be the hero that the tieflings claim he is.

But he is hungry. And he is weary. And he can smell them, smell a meal, smell satisfaction. It is yards away, and he is closing in, and his fingers twitch, and he is silent. The grass does not betray him, no sticks dare to sneak under his steps, not a leaf crunches under his weight.

He is being given what he deserves, at last.

No – he is offered no gifts. Every step is a careful one, every stick is dodged, every leaf is tip-toed over.

He is taking what he deserves.

He creeps closer, finding someone getting ready for rest, curled up alone on a bedroll, unaware of the danger lurking mere feet away. They smell sweet – innocent. Had he any less dignity, he’d positively be salivating, closer to an excited mutt than an ex-magistrate. However far he’s fallen, he cares not.

His mind belongs not to him, but to his need, to his cravings, to the yearning of his fangs. He watches them, their eyes closed, but he’s sure they’re awake; moments ago, they shifted their makeshift blanket, ensuring perfect comfort.

He hopes it’s an adequate final resting place.

In an instant, he’s pounced, and he kneels beside them, a hand firmly clasped over their mouth as their eyes widen and they writhe, making his own blood rush. He shushes them, feigning some care for their comfort, but he knows that the more terrified they are, the quicker their heart beats, and the more blood that will be pumped directly into his mouth.

His other hand tangles in their hair, and he yanks them up, his mouth opening as he eyes their neck, and at last, he bites down, earning a pained squeal from his victim.

It is magnificent.

Perfect, sweet with a kick, and it warms him, far better than any blood he’s ever tasted. Animals are no match. When blood like this exists, blood that makes him feel like royalty, blood that makes him twitch, blood that consumes his mind as he consumes–

“Fiend!” A feminine voice hisses, and Astarion feels claws rake across his face, earning a hiss from himself as he stumbles off of the victim, dreadfully yanked away from his meal. That meal clutches their neck, and Astarion finds that his assailant is a winged cat, her fur standing on end, her tail thick and bristled, claws unsheathed and prepared to strike again.

“Bloody hells! What is wrong with you?!” His victim cries out, and Astarion’s eyes linger on the blood trailing down their neck, pooling in the crevice of their collarbone, painting them a perfect feast–

Once more, claws strike across his nose, and he growls, backing away an extra step and looking between his victim and the tabby. Despite his urges, and his concern for allowing a victim to escape, he recoils and retreats, believing it to be better to return to camp rather than expel any more energy in a battle.

After all, it’s quite unlikely for the pair to stay in these woods when they’re aware of a vampire on the loose – They’d have to be positively insane to stick around.

– – –

It’d been too long since he’d indulged in the bittersweet sting of wine, and he’d made up for lost time tonight. Several glasses deep, as a matter of fact, and his mind was entirely distracted from any pressing matters, and certainly drawn away from the impending regret to follow the next morning.

The river bank they camped by was perhaps the most peaceful place he’d found thus far. So it was on the bank that he sat, not minding the tickle of sand, too focused on the quiet, buried sound of the water slowly running past. Buried, that was, underneath the sound of the off-tune singing and chattering of his companions and their guests, the tieflings they’d rescued.

It isn’t half the view, but it reminds him of Waterdeep. Reminds him of the view from the balcony – the one he could share with them, no matter the time of day, or night. The breeze here was slight, but it’s enough to make him reminisce on the salty breeze he had grown so used to. The kind that’s just chilly enough to allow for him to pull them closer, wrapping an arm around their shoulder in mock defense of the cold and be safe from any possible accusations about ulterior motives. Gods forbid he be pushed to answer for what exactly his feelings on them were – he hardly knew, and he doubted anyone else, especially them, would be capable of understanding.

Tara called it love. Tara also had quite the habit of getting ahead of herself. He enjoyed their company, that was certainly a given, but toleration was quite different from love. Albeit, he was beyond simply tolerating them, but it still hardly called for such an extreme adjective. He was not, and still is not, a man who is searching for love. Even if he did possess such feelings for them – which was wildly unlikely – he wouldn’t be able to act upon such feelings. Gods, he didn’t want to even imagine the embarrassment that would follow any kind of confession from his end. Perhaps even worse, the accusations. He had not taken them in so he could pursue any kind of an intimate relationship with them. He had not mentored them with such intentions in play.

Gale knows his concerns are reasonable, and completely justified. Any such unforeseen flattery would put too heavy a damper on what they already had; a perfectly innocent business relationship, perhaps even one more akin to a professor and his student. The kind of relationship that absolutely did not, under any circumstances, have room for romantics.

Anyways, he harbored no longing for them. So it mattered none. Whatever limitations he had firmly set in his mind were not going to become tainted with regret, because there was nothing to regret. Nothing more to wish for. He yearned for survival, nothing else. Certainly not them.

Likely, the wine was to blame – mixing unpleasantly with the tadpole in his head, causing his thoughts to branch off into unsavory places. The wine and the scenery. Wishing for them, now, meant nothing. Being calmed by the waking dream of their presence beside him, it was nothing more than a result of his exhaustion from the day’s events. What little peace he experienced now, he wished he could share with them. But that was not due to love, he was a perfectly sane man, and sane men don’t fall in love with their apprentices. Unreasonable – that’s all it was. Unreasonable to miss more than their company. Unreasonable to allow himself to crave their touch, to dream of the sound of their voice.

Unreasonable to revisit the feeling of their weight in his arms, carrying them back to bed after they’d fallen asleep in the study, resting so comfortably against his chest. It had been unreasonable for him to hold them for a few moments more, despite standing beside their bed, knowing he should set them down.

Unreasonable for his mind to drift in this moment, the wine barely being strong enough for him to blame his less chaste thoughts on, conjuring up other scenarios in which he might feel their weight against his body, close and gentle, or what sorts of noises he may be able to pull from them when his hands are allowed to roam their body freely. The expressions that may come across their face, acting entirely on reactions to his saccharine teasing, playing them much like he would a lute, capable of plucking their strings enough to form only the most blissful of melodies. How pleasant such an encounter would–

“The fun is coming to an end.”

Gale’s eyes open quickly, and he finds himself gripping the base of his chalice rather tightly, causing him to gulp and forcefully relax, sitting up and turning his attention to Shadowheart, a glass of her own in her hand. He nods, cracking an awkward smile and raising an eyebrow. “Is it?”

She nods, motioning with her cup back towards the main gathering space of their camp. “Indeed. Assumed you’d want to say some goodbyes. Perhaps accept another round of praise. I didn’t interrupt anything, did I?”

Gale scoffs, shaking his head and rising to his feet. “Nonsense. I was merely enjoying the quiet. Past time I submitted to sleep – fear I’ve gotten well-too deep in our wine supply for one night,” he chuckles, and Shadowheart dips her head and raises her glass in agreement, returning to the fading festivities alongside him.

#shadowheart bg3 #astarion bg3 #bg3 gale #gale bg3 #bg3 #gale baldurs gate 3 #baldurs gate 3 #baldurs gate #baldur's gate 3 #gale x reader #gale of waterdeep #gale dekarios #tara the tressym #bg3 companions #shadowheart

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xinhar · 7 months

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♯ The Fallen Ring.

What; Hear the telltales about a fallen ring under the deepest ocean?

Pairing: Freminet, Fem! Reader

Warnings: Possibly Grammar Errors.

Note: I've been dying for this man frfr. Please don't take it seriously as this is just made in pure imagination, also, his age hasn't been out yet(?) So...🧍‍♀️ it's just for the plot lmao. Anyway, enjoy!

Masterlist.

Down deep in the ocean was a dark, almost void, and a quiet place. A place where many dreaded to go at, or either want to explore at- or atleast attempted to do anyway but failed miserably.

It is the beauty of Fontaine. The calm ocean that every diver desire to go at- it is impossible to do so and the desire only comes within the hip and never the whole body. That's just it, remains a dream.

Unless if anyone dared, though.

A telltale about the fallen ring that is buried deep on the depths of the ocean, who would dare to get that? No one ever believed in old stories that's for children. Saying that if whoever retrieve the ring back to the owner's hands will be bound to them forever; it's a childish story that everyone mocked at.

Who would dare to risk dying under the ocean and risk marrying someone without knowing who the person is, anyway?

It's an old story that gone in ages, well, supposed to be.

As much as everyone hated the idea, one thing is the problem. It is him all along, he doesn't believe in the tale that much- he dreams about them, and wish. But when it comes at this point of retrieving the ring? Nobody even proved that there's a ring under the ocean to make him believe to the telltales.

After all, it's an old story, right?

Freminet blinks as he got himself ready for his diving day, his routine to be precise. Looking at the deep blue ocean with tranquility, there's no one here with him. No people, no noisy crowds, no one but him and his favorite place, the ocean.

He sighed and comes jumping of the blue water- it is cold and he expected it. Diving with ease as if he's expert to the field, he is. And soon enough, he got deeper and deeper at the ocean, looking at the slowly getting dark place- he doesn't know what to feel with it.

But all he knows was something is pulling him under the water.

It was as if he was in a trance before he knows it; he went deeper and deeper to the ocean, the light from above slowly had gone out and there is nothing but a blank space- it is eerie and he have mixed emotions with them.

Soon enough, he saw something glowing under the depths of the sea. He knows- he knows that he should go up on the water because he is slowly losing breath─ his eyes widen as he reached at the item.

A ring.

It is a beauty. Freminet studied it as he paused under the deep ocean. A telltales about the ring under the ocean; could it be true? He asked himself but then shook his head, no, Of course not.

Only such thing exist in fairytales, this is a real time.

'what should I do with you.' Freminet contemplated. Should he bring it back up on the light of just simply drop it off and ignore it? However, he isn't that kind of person. He wasn't diving for nothing, afterall.

He officially retrieve the ring.

And he's gone unconscious.

A slap on the cheek was all he felt until he gains back up to Teyvat. Automatically coughing his lungs out as he try to catch his breathing; he winced and look around him.

It was dark and he's back at the ground, again.

"Are you okay? You've been unconscious for awhile." A familiar voice called out as his eyes adverted towards the male. Ah, his brother. Was he gone really that long for his brother to even look for him? Maybe.

"What happened?" All he can ask with unstable voice. He felt a little bit disappointed at what happened, afterall, he came diving for awhile now and never has problems. He thought he is with friendly terms with waters.

But it seems that the water spare no one, even him.

"What do you mean? I should've asked you that instead." Lyney, his brother, stared at him in bewilderment and concern. "Me and Lynette are so worried, you know. So I came looking only to find you here laying and bearly breathing at all."

"Oh." Truth to be told. He didn't know what happened by then. After retrieving the ring and got unconscious- Ah. Right. He don't have anymore oxygen to breathe underwater, that was the case.

"Let's just go back. I don't want this to happen again." Lyney suddenly said as he slightly shivered at the coldness of the wind- he is near the ocean, afterall.

"Okay..."

The next day was the same as always. He didn't learn his lesson well as he goes back to the waters once more, but unlike the other day, he had gone so much safer this time. Like no problems at all, it was dark when he has gone back to the land- and just like he always wanted, he stayed there for a meantime.

Tranquility speaks melody along with the wind and sea. He likes it, very much.

At this time when he has alot of thoughts running inside his head, he stares at the beautiful little stars twinkling from above as the sound of waters accompany him. He isn't alone, that's not what he think about it.

It was then he suddenly remember the ring he fiund at thr ocean- he forgot to check it again like he promise that he will back at the House of Hearth. Thus, he skimmed on his pockets and then a shiny ring elegantly seated on his hand.

'It looks odd.' He thought as frown envelope his face. But that isn't the reason and he knows it. Somehow between the lines of the stars and the ocean- he wishes for more. A miracle? A magic? Something impossible. Something impossible that he felt disappointed when the world is unmoving by now.

He denies and denies about believing the telltales of the ring under the ocean. It was a fallen ring that everyone talks about, afterall. It is childish of him to think something as that, he sometimes scold himself from imagining the lines of telltales and real ones. That didn't help him, because everytime he denies it, he's secretly clinging on the false hope of something.

Something miraculous, something magical.

Not like what his brother performs; he want something real. Not "Miracles are like magic tricks" of his, he wants miracle and miracle only. To break the barrier between the reality and his fairytale- he can only wish by then.

"You found it!" He flinched when he heard someone gasp behind him. Turning his head in confusion, he frowned. No one ever go at the area he was in at this hour. Considering that the moon peeked at the horizon as stars accompany them- he found her glowing orbs.

What. That was all he could utter to what he's seeing infront of him as his brows furrowed in confusion before the imaginary penguin slap him on the face in realization.

"Is this...um..." He clears his throat, holding the ring infront of the woman- he assumed that the ring is hers, from the looks of what that came out of her mouth- his shy and nervous persona had gone back up once again.

"Mine? Oh yes! I'm glad you found it!" He heard her clap in glee as he adverted his gaze somewhere. His hand brushing at hers the moment she took the ring on his palm- he felt the shivers ran down his spine. But why, though? "And I found you, my light."

Freminet didn't have the time to react as he felt her skin on his cheek, it was as if the air is kissing him- he swallowed back a startled gasp and halt there, out of breath due to nervousness. Who is this woman who claimed him so easily like as if nothing?

"W-who are you? And... I think y-you're talking to..um..." He trailed off as he felt the woman stared at him with a grin. He slowly study her features and one thing he wanted to admit is that the woman infront of him has a look, starting to the structure of her face, her gleaming eyes that held innocence but also mischievousness in them- his breath faltered and stared at her in awe. "I think you might've... mistaken.. by any chance."

If fairytales are true, all he wanted to identify the woman infront of him is nothing but a siren. A beautiful siren that lures fishermen into the depths of the sea until their last breath. Freminet is awestruck, and he didn't know why.

"What? I'm sure that I never make mistakes when it's from important matter." She smiled at him as he was slowly being hypnotized at her beautiful orbs, feeling as if the water officially embrace him in a comfort. He felt her hands caress his cheek in a gentle manner-

"Especially when I'm talking about my soon to be partner in life."

#genshin imagines #genshin imapct #freminet x reader #genshin impact x reader #freminet x you

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Quirky RC!Hajime - Talentsharer Drabble

Hajime sharing someone’s Ultimate if he touches them (or vice versa) would make SDR2 sillier, probably, and this is my evidence.

Behind The Scenes: “Ultimate Talentsharer? What the hell, that's not even a talent! How can you be good at something that's not even measurable?” Junko sighs. “No, fuck you, that's total bullshit! ...What? He's still able to share talents? What do you mean 'it's canon now'-?! Hey! Hey!” Manicured hands yeet her phone. “Ugh! He's supposed to be a normie, a basic bitch, just a regular fucking guy! What am I supposed to do now?!”

What is my talent? Hajime ponders to himself. The wind blows through the trees, caressing his face softly as he sighs, before turning to the white-haired guy next to him.

“You really want to help me figure out what my talent is?”

Komaeda shrugs, a smile on his face. “Yes. I imagine it’ll be quite fun. I’m sure it’ll be a talent full of hope!”

Man, this guy is so nice. “Alright, but how do I start?”

The Lucky Student looks away for a second. “Hmm. Well, since we’re on the beach right now, maybe we could see if you’re the Ultimate Swimmer, or an athlete of some kind?”

Grayish eyes start roaming over his figure, studying him, and he can feels his face start to warm. He shakes it off. “I guess I’ll swim for a bit.” If only to stop myself from overheating. “You’re free to time me.”

He tosses his shirt off-

“Oh!”

Hajime blinks. “Is something wrong?”

“No, ahem, not at all, sorry.” He grins sheepishly. “I just didn't expect you to do that so suddenly.”

“Why? Do I look bad?” He frowns. Although he doesn't remember much, he does know he was pretty devoted to his exercise routine for a while in preparation for being a Hope's Peak student. But he didn't fill out in the way he was hoping for, so maybe... He looks down at himself.

From the corner of his eyes, he sees white hair swishing and hands moving as Komaeda frantically shakes his head. “No! I didn't mean anything like that! You have an amazing physique. I apologize that I even sounded like I was insinuating otherwise.”

'Physique'? Who says it like that? He huffs, amused, even though he can feel his chest puff with a little pride. With careful folds, he rests his shirt into a pink, as if sunburnt, Komaeda's hands. He's so pale, it makes sense he'd be red even with the breeze...

Hajime tips his toes into the water. The chill sends shockwaves through his body as he cringes at the sensation. He takes a deep breath and tries again. He starts walking in further and further, watching the water rise as he slowly submerges inside. While he's pretty sure he knows how to swim, he doesn't feel anything particularly special when he gets in.

Komaeda calls him back after a bit. “Well, you’re definitely fit, from the looks of it.” He grins. “But it still looked pretty average.”

Yeah, I figured as much. Hajime sighs.

“Oh, there's always more hope, Hinata! Why don't we try something else? Like...” He turns, before whipping back to him. “How about music?”

With that, they head to the Titty Typhoon for some instruments. On their way, Ibuki plows into Hajime.

“Oof!” He exclaims.

“Whoa whoa whoa!” The musician staggers on her feet, her arms flailing. Komaeda reaches out to steady her. “Thanks Nagi-chan! Sorry, Hajimeme!”

Hajime breathes. “It’s alright, Ibuki.”

“What are you in a rush for?” Nagito asks.

“Ibuki promised Kazu she’d help him with a playlist for one of his little machiney-sheens and she mayyyyyyy be running late!” She blurts out. “Sorry, gotta blast!”

She runs off.

Hajime sighs. He can hear her frantic apologies to Souda. Guess he wasn’t that far.

They keep going. You should escape, skip town / No more excuses / Abandon ship or drown / No more excuses. The song plays in his head. When they reach Titty Typhoon, him and Komaeda peruse the spare instruments available, with Nagito grabbing the microphone stand.

“A mic?” Hajime eyes it dubiously.

“You have a nice voice.” Komaeda comments.

“H-huh?” Shit, was I humming out loud?

Nagito hums. “Maybe that’s your talent. How about you sing something?”

He definitely doesn't recall having much of an interest in singing or even doing it ever, so if he’s the Ultimate Singer, it sure would seem strange. But that guitar…

He picks it up and strums. He doesn’t remember owning a guitar, but he must have if he knows how to play it already. As if muscle memory kicks in, he starts playing opening notes and the words escape his mouth, singing along to the song previously in his head.

When he’s done, he steals a look at Nagito, who is looking at him with wide eyes. “Um, we already have an Ultimate Musician, so maybe you’re the Ultimate Guitarist? ...Trash like me’s opinion is useless though.”

Hajime presses on. “But what did you think?”

“I-” Nagito pauses. “I thought it was amazing. You have a really powerful voice.”

Hajime grins. Something in him feels the silliest urge to hug him. He ignores it, and just puts a hand on his shoulder instead. “Thanks.”

“W-well again, I really-!”

“No. If it wasn’t for you, I’d have no idea what my talent could be. So thanks.”

Later on, Komaeda exits to grab Ibuki for a second opinion, and Hajime attempts to replicate his performance. He's on the stage again. It feels strange to be at the center, having pairs of eyes on him, even if it's just Komaeda and Ibuki.

The microphone feels foreign in his hands, the guitar even more so. This doesn't feel right anymore. What did he do earlier? Just move his hands on strings? He does that. Simultaneously, his voice cracks when he opens his mouth. He wants to evapourate into a damn puddle.

“It's okay if you're nervous, Hajimemey!” Ibuki yells, “I get those kind of jitters allllllll the time! What works for me is feeling the music!”

Yeah, just feel the music Hajime... “Haha, sorry.” He tries to laugh off. “Let me try again.”

This time, he starts gentle, singing first before grabbing onto the guitar. He strums, and-

SNAP!

The guitar string breaks. He barely even did anything!

Loud feedback starts playing on the speakers, and Ibuki yelps, covering her ears.

Komaeda immediately steps towards the speakers, yanking the plug off with a ferocity he didn't expect him to have. “Um. My apologies. It must have been my luck that caused the speakers to turn loud. Are you alright?”

“I’m...” Horrified. “fine. I'm sorry, Ibuki. I even broke the guitar string too...”

The musician rubs at her ears. “Ah, Hajim-jim, it's all good! I'm just gonna go repair the guitar string. Ibuki just needs to find a spare.”

Hajime looks down, embarrassed at wasting her time. And oh, would you look at that? A white string is right next to him. How lucky. He grabs it, going, “Is this it?”

“WAH! Perfect! Thanks!” She grins, snatching it out of his hand. She grabs the broken guitar and immediately runs off again.

And he's left with Komaeda once more. He chuckles sheepishly. “...On second thought, maybe this isn’t my talent and just beginner’s luck?”

“Undoubtedly.” The white-haired student shoots out. “Without a question.”

He barks out a laugh. God, was he really that bad? He reflects on it. No, yeah, he was pretty bad.

They go around, tidying the place with amicable silence.

Suddenly, loud sirens start blaring throughout the island. He whips to Komaeda, whose eyes are just as wide as his. They both immediately rush out. A flurry of movement is caught in the corner of his eye as he runs past, meeting most of his classmates at the beach. There's confused noises and fingers pointing at the sea in front of them.

What is everyone looking at? He wonders. He looks out into the horizon.

What was originally calm and serene now had some kind of bump, as if a large wave was incoming. But that's impossible, right?

“Whoa, whoa, whoa!” Monokuma pops up behind them. “What the hell is this? Why'd the tsunami warning alarms go off?!” Oh, of course that's it... what is happening today? “Hell, I didn't even know we had those!” His red eye glowers. “What did you crazy kids do?!”

“We didn't do shit!” Fuyuhiko roars. “Is this supposed to be another motive? I thought you said you couldn't hurt us directly!”

“Ah, yes... this is totally a part of the plan... NOT!” The bear growls.

Monomi shuffles out from behind Monokuma, sobbing, “Oh, this is so bad!”

“Shut up! I'm trying to figure out how to fix this!”

“This must be my fault...” Nagito sighs. “I'm sorry everyone. But we can only unite during this moment of despair to create a newfound hope!” His words are immediately washed away with everyone screaming and crying.

“Hajibro!” A familiar voice yells, and upon turning his head, he sees Souda approaching him, and quickly. “It was nice knowing you!” The mechanic hugs him desperately.

“Everyone, we must start to evacuate!” Sonia yells. Gundham nods. “The god of darkness may greet our souls, and I shall defeat him before we descend into his realm!”

There's no way this is how it ends! He hasn't even figured out his talent yet! Why does it have to be like this? Surely, there's gotta be something that can be made to counteract this... He'll need fuel, a large fan, maybe? Wheels to ensure it can be moved... steel... a wall?

“I have an idea!”

Hajime shares his idea with Kazuichi, who blinks tears out of his eyes and peers up at him curiously. “Didn't know you were into mechanics, Hajime. Man, you really do listen to my rambles! This is why you're my soul bro!” It's definitely not that, but I'll let him have this. He nudges Souda to focus, damn it. “Oh, yeah! I could see that working. The problem is we don't really have the parts on this island for any of that...”

“It's impressive you came up with that in such short notice, Hajime. Maybe you're the Ultimate Inventor?” Nagito tilts his head. As much as Hajime would love to address that- it's a really good point actually- there's not enough time anymore!

The water gets closer and closer, its wave oh so high-

before crashing against the beach, providing them a gentle mist while soaking the sand and settling back into serene waters.

“What?!” Hiyoko screeches. “How in the hell are we not dead?!”

Mikan wipes away tears of relief. “It looked much more threatening earlier...”

“Our hope was high, thanks to Hinata! It turned our luck around!”

“Awesome!” Akane yells out victoriously.

Yeah, I don't know about that Komaeda... I'm just glad nothing bad happened.

“Okay, I'm back!” Monokuma's voice rings. The bear does a double take at the scene in front of him. “What the hell?! It's gone?! Damn it! All that work for nothing!”

#quirky au #talentsharer hajime au #hajime hinata #nagito komaeda #ibuki mioda #ibuki holds a special place in my heart bc i love her energy #crack treated seriously #dialogue heavy #also yes junko at the beginning #bc my fav thing is writing an annoyed junko considering everything she's done #junko enoshima #implied komahina #but in the pre-stages i guess #sdr2 #long post #this wasn't supposed to be this long...#there's a set it off reference! i love them #drabbles #danganronpa

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Motonari, secret, 🥹

Ah how I love this wild pirate man. Approx 1200 words of Motonari and not-so-well-kept secrets.

Motonari paced the deck of his docked ship, trying to work off his irritated mood before the chatelaine returned. Supposedly, she was off doing some sewing commission delivery but that wasn’t true. Or at least, it wasn’t the whole truth. Problem was, he didn’t know what she was hiding. And it was eating at him.

This was the third time in as many weeks. He’d been tempted to send a crewman to watch her, but there was every chance she’d notice. And then what? She would be angry or sad or maybe both. Motonari didn’t have a great track record with relationships, especially not the romantic kind. He wasn’t sure what you were supposed to do when the person you loved the most started acting strange. Unreliable.

If it was anyone else, he’d cut ties and leave. But the chatelaine wasn’t like anyone he ever met. She was sweet and kind, with a head full of flowery ideas and pretty words. He loved her so much it made his chest ache. So why this, why now? What was she doing in town that she didn’t want to tell him about?

Annoyed with her, and annoyed with himself for feeling so helpless, he retreated to his cabin to cook. The familiar routine of chopping vegetables and preparing the fish calmed him down a little. Enough that when she walked in the door a little while later, he was able to smile. “I was wonderin’ if you were gonna make it home today.”

“You know I could never stay away.” She smiled at him as sweetly as ever. So much that he almost doubted what he knew. The chatelaine took a few steps toward him and then wrinkled her nose. “What is that smell?”

“Smell?” Motonari looked around, and realized she must mean dinner. “I was makin’ fresh caught mackerel. Chopped up yer favorite -” He stopped talking as she rushed back up to the deck.

When he caught up to her, she was taking deep breaths into the sea breeze, and looked a bit green around the gills. “You sick?”

“N-no. I just got queasy all of the sudden. It’s nothing.” She slipped an arm around his waist and leaned into him.

Motonari pulled her close and rested his chin atop her head. She was lying again. He could feel it. But he wasn’t sure what she was lying about. Was she sick and didn’t want to tell him? Images of her wasting away and dying flitted through his mind like a grim portent. No, it was probably something else. Lying did all kinds of things to a person’s health.

“Sorry I was so late getting back today. My clients always want to talk when I deliver their garments.” She sighed tiredly.

“Maybe ya should take a break from going in to town. Leave off the work for a bit, savvy?”

She laughed. “I probably should but I really can’t. Not yet.”

Motonari frowned. “Yet?”

“Well . . . I mean . . . one day I guess? Who knows, right?” She waved her hand as if dismissing it.

“I could make ya take a break. Sail off from the dock and keep ya with me till yer rested.” He meant it as a joke, mostly. Part of him was tempted to do just that though. He’d have her all to himself, and plenty of time to learn her secret too.

She gasped and looked up at him, her expression horrified. “You can’t! I have to go to town!”

“Oh?” He raised a brow. “Why’s that? Yer clients can’t wait a bit for their clothes?”

“Y-yeah. Exactly.”

Her quick agreement only made him more suspicious. Motonari studied her face intently. He decided he was tired of playing this guessing game, trying to tease out what she hid. “I know yer lying, princess. Now clear the flowers outta yer head and tell me what’s going on? Ya keep visiting town every week, staying til late. Coming back and looking all green at yer gills. Are ya seeing someone? Tell me the truth.” He heard his voice tremble at the end, but he made the words come out anyhow.

“N-no.”

“Stop lying to me. I’m the damn Lord of Deceit. Ya think I can’t see right through it?” He took her chin in his hand. “Who is it yer seeing?”

She pulled away from him and turned her gaze to the sea. “I’m seeing a doctor in town.”

“Yer sick?” He took a step closer but she moved back.

“No.”

That felt true, so - “Yer . . . dating a doctor?” Motonari felt his heart freeze. The one person he’d believed would never betray him . . . his chest felt too tight, his throat closed to breath. Like he was drowning, crushed by the waves.

The chatelaine’s eyes went wide. “Dating?” She started to laugh. “Dating? Holy cats! Motonari! No! Oh my god. That’s your - that’s your first thought?”

“Yeah?” He felt the tension in him release just a hair. “So what then?”

She took a deep breath, looking conflicted. “I - I wasn’t going to say anything yet. I wanted to be sure things were . . . far enough along.” Her gaze found his and held it, her expression so gentle and vulnerable that he could not look away even if he wanted to.

“Motonari,” she said his name with love and he felt his breath return. “I’m pregnant. We’re pregnant.”

He felt like someone shot him. His chest, tight only a breath ago, was suddenly hollowed out. Her face looked as if she watched him from the top of a deep well, and he was at the bottom, hearing just the echoes of her words.

“Motonari! Oh! Oh no! Are you ok?”

He realized he’d fallen to his knees and his cheeks were wet. Was it raining? No - no he could see the sunset and the hint of stars in the east. “I’m - I’m gonna be a dad?” Even his own voice sounded far away.

“Yes.” She knelt beside him and wiped at his tears with her sleeve. “Are you even a - a little happy?”

Motonari’s world snapped into focus with terrifying alacrity. One moment, he was looking at her from a distance and then there she was, a handspan from him and looking so frightened and alone that he couldn’t bear it. “Happy? I’m over the moon, princess! Ya got so many petals in yer eyes that ya can’t see I’m dyin’ of happiness over here?”

He pulled her into a tight hug and pressed kisses to her cheeks. “Can’t believe ya kept it secret! I oughta be mad at ya. Crazy girl.”

She laughed and clung tightly to him. “At first, I wasn’t sure if I really was. And then . . . you know, I wanted to be sure the baby was ok.”

“Is it? Are you?” Time stopped until she replied.

“The doctor says we’re fine. And the midwife thinks so too.” She smiled.

Motonari kissed her. “Ya better not keep secrets from me again,” he whispered. “You’ll kill me with surprises like this. Trust me next time?”

She nodded. “I will. I was just afraid you - you might not want to have kids.” “Pffft. O’ course I do.” He squeezed her tighter. It was a little frightening to think about everything that went into becoming a father. Motonari wasn’t at all sure he was up to the task, but he was up to try with her at his side. He wanted to say something romantic and reassuring, but the only words that would come were I love you, said over and over again between kisses.

#ikemen sengoku #ikesen motonari #motonari mouri #fanfiction #fanfic #otome #otome guys #fluff

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jaxxwrites4you · 1 year

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Caretaker Swap AU - Red Son and Wukong

Red Son knew his familial setup was abnormal, even by demon standards. He knew that his ‘uncle’, Sun Wukong, had been the reason for his father’s absence, but his mother had agreed to the monkey demon staying to help with the young bull prince. He hadn’t understood at first, but there were simply things his mother couldn’t deal with all on her own and try to raise him at the same time. At least, that’s what he was told.

It had taken a long time for any of them to adjust to the new dynamic.

Iron Fan and Wukong never fought in front of him, but there were very clear lines that neither had stepped over with one another. And Red Son had been quite the pain in his uncle’s ass for nearly a decade. Eventually, the three of them settled into a routine and things calmed quite a bit. He spent the mornings with his mother, doing his academic studies and fine tuning his magical control. Afternoons were spent with Wukong, practicing his hand-to-hand and weapon handling, along with endurance training. Dinners were spent together and then the three all went their own ways.

His mother had once said she was surprised that the monkey demon had actually stuck around for so long, that she had expected him to weasel his way out of it somehow. He’d still been young when he’d overheard this, maybe the mortal equivalent of a sixteen year old, and he’d beelined for his uncle as soon as he was able to. The prince prided himself on not being a crybaby, but he hadn’t been able to stop himself. The moment he found his uncle, he had tackled Wukong and buried his face against the other demon’s chest, sobs shaking his shoulders.

His uncle had let him get it out and when Red Son had calmed, he had told his uncle that he didn’t want him to leave. The surprised look on Wukong’s face had been enough for the prince to admit what he had overheard his mother saying. He remembered what happened next so clearly.

‘I promise I’m not going anywhere, little buddy.’ Wukong said and for once there was nothing in the demon’s voice except for sincerity, ‘At first I was helping because I felt like I had to. Like I owed it to you both…’

He took a deep breath and reached out to ruffle Red Son’s hair, ‘Afraid you’ve grown on me too much, I’d never forgive myself if I left now. So you don’t need to worry about me going anywhere.’

Red Son had been relieved, but for the next few weeks he had still been on edge, as if waiting for the other shoe to drop. It never came and Wukong stayed, just as he promised.

It had been nearly five centuries at this point and the bull prince had been considered a mature demon for some time, but he still enjoyed the time spent with his mother and uncle. Currently he stood in his workshop, reworking the blueprints for his gauntlet, a device intended to be able to pick up his uncle’s staff. The idea had come to him a few decades back, but so far all previous iterations of the machine had been… subpar.

“Working on that again, huh?”

Red Son jumped slightly, his tail whipping back and forth nervously. He turned and gave his uncle an annoyed look, although it didn’t bother Wukong at all, he just arched an eyebrow and waited for an answer.

“Yes.” The prince said, leaning back against his work bench, “I think I know what went wrong last time and how to fix it. I can’t say there won’t be any unexpected complications again when we test it, but it’s a step closer.”

Wukong nodded, “Keep that attitude up and we’ll have your dad free in no time.”

There was a pause, not uncomfortable, but there was a sort of tension and Red Son decided he should ask the question that had been at the back of his mind.

“Why do you want to free him?” His voice was quiet and he couldn’t quite meet his uncle’s gaze, “I mean… you are the one who trapped him.”

“Yeah, I did.” Wukong sighed and he rubbed the back of his neck, “I never really wanted to, ya know. I might not have had the circlet on at that point, but I knew better than to tell the Jade Emperor to piss off.”

The monkey demon ran a hand down his face and gave his nephew a tired smile, the weight of all those years of life suddenly very apparent to the young prince. He knew that his uncle held a lot of regrets, but in this moment it became obvious that the whole incident with his father was definitely on that list.

“And I’m encouraging you to free him, but technically not doing anything myself.” He chuckled softly, “So, that keeps me from getting into trouble and I mean, they never said anything about having to keep him there.”

Wukong walked over and placed a hand on his shoulder, “Besides, I think he’s been down there more than long enough.”

Red Son looked at the other demon for a moment and then wrapped his arms around his uncle, although the hug was a little awkward, as he’d long since outgrown the monkey demon. The sound of Wukong’s laughter made him relax though and the two separated, taking a moment before Red cleared his throat to speak.

“You’re a better man than my mother gives you credit for, uncle.” The prince said, smiling warmly, “I only hope my father can see that when the time comes.”

“Me too, little buddy.” Wukong said, “Me too.”

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Mei and Nezha ficlet here ----> link

Spider Demons and Ming-Yue here ----> link

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hiding-in-my-blanket-fort · 2 years

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Headcanons for a relationship with Eddie Munson and an asexual reader (gender neutral):

You'd been friends with Eddie for what felt like ages. The two of you had so many inside jokes, it was ridiculous.

So when Eddie approached you one day, all fiddly and nervous and really agitated and saying we have to talk...you thought he was pulling your leg. Until you realized he was serious.

And then your heart sank because oh god, this can't be good.

Eddie sits next to you, his knee pressed to yours just like always. The tips of his ears are bright red as he finally fumbles out that he's falling in love with you.

Which makes you elated and utterly terrified at the same time. This is Eddie, your best friend in the whole world and you do NOT want to mess it up.

You let out this strangled little sound - part laugh of disbelief, part cry of help - because you were not prepared for this at all.

Eddie stares at you with this slightly wild look in his eyes. He doesn't want to lose you and if you never want to see him again after this, he'll never forgive himself for running you off.

So he hesitates for a split second before clasping your hand.

"You look freaked out. I freaked you out. Shit. I should have handled this better."

And it all kind of just...comes tumbling out.

"I don't want to have sex, Eddie. With anyone. Ever."

He blinks in surprise because holy shit, he did not expect you to jump that far that quickly.

"Whoa. Wait. I just...I just said I liked you and you're already talking about sex? I mean, yeah, that's...clearly on my mind too but - "

"Eddie," you cut in, exasperated. "That's what I'm trying to say. You need to know what you're getting into. I don't...want sex. At all. Not now. Not in the future. I'm...I'm trying to warn you, Eddie. If you...if you need to change your mind."

Those last words catch in your throat, realizing he's slipping through your fingers before you even had a chance together.

Eddie studies you for several long seconds. Then he stares at the ground as this information sinks in. When he looks at you again, he shrugs.

"Okay. So no sex."

You hadn't expected that answer and you sputter.

"Are you sure?"

He nods with a little grin.

"Yeah. Sex is a pretty nice perk," he adds with a laugh. "But I'd rather have you instead and if that means no sex then...no sex. No sweat."

It takes you a long time to believe him. But Eddie doesn't mind repeatedly reminding you that he will not put pressure on you. He's a man of his word and when he said no sex, he means it.

So when you're watching television on his couch, you're huddled on the opposite end from him.

"Hey," Eddie says, beckoning to you with his arms out. "Get over here."

You shake your head because navigating this whole relationship thing is weird and difficult and you're still waiting for Eddie to want sex at some point.

"I'm fine where I am," you reply.

He sighs and gently takes your wrist, kissing the back of your hand.

"I'd like to watch television and cuddle with my favorite person. But I can't do that when you're sitting as far away from me as you can possibly get."

So you end up nestled into his chest, with his chin resting atop your head, Eddie's arms looped around you. His hands don't wander. He doesn't get suggestive or grabby.

It's so warm and soft and safe and that's when you finally relax. Eddie isn't going to ask for more than you're willing to give.

It doesn't take long before it becomes routine for you to eagerly bound into Eddie's room at the end of a long day, burrow under the covers and take a nap with him.

Eddie loves greeting you by scooping you up into a big hug and pressing a loud, smacking kiss against your cheek. He is extremely affectionate with you and never lets you doubt that he adores you.

When you're walking side by side, he takes your hand and tucks it into the pocket of his jacket.

He makes a denim vest for you that matches his.

On lazy rainy afternoons, Eddie likes having you hang around while he absently plucks at his guitar, learning a new song.

Sometimes, Eddie will just take your hand and place it on the back of his neck, or in his hair so he can feel that you're there. Other times, he'll lay your legs across his lap, or presses your foot to his back when he's seated on the edge of his bed, pouring over his D&D manual. He just really wants you to be touching him. A lot.

One of Eddie's favorite things is when he's awake and you're asleep, whether that's in the morning (rare), or at night (often). He loves to see you feeling so safe around him that you'll sleep soundly in his arms.

When you fight - God help him - it WRECKS Eddie's heart to see you cry. He has zero capacity to stay mad when there are tears in your eyes. He instantly wants to comfort you and the fight was stupid anyway just please please please don't cry, baby.

His apologies are shit. But genuine. Most of the time, he really, truly doesn't realize if he said something that hurt you. He just knows that he hurt you and he's sorry for sticking his foot in his mouth. However, he will try his damnedest to make it up to you.

Sometimes, you catch Eddie in these moments where you're making something in the kitchen like mac 'n' cheese, and you find him watching you with the DUMBEST little smile on his face and the biggest heart eyes on planet earth.

When you ask him why he's looking at you like that and lurking in the corner like a stalker, he just gives this half-shrug and slides his arms around you, kissing your shoulder.

"Just trying to figure out how I got so damn lucky. That's all."

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#stranger things #eddie munson #eddie munson imagines #stranger things imagines #eddie munson x reader #writing tag

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themuse-if · 8 months

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How would the ROs react to a MC that been focusing on their major up to the point they been forgetting to take care of themselves?

This is a really good scenario! Very likely you'll see something like this in the IF. Ok so I'm gonna set this in the crush stage.

For context only the other freshmen and Silas (the RA) live on the same hall as the MC, so that's: Maxine, Roxanne/Robbie, Joleen/Johnny, Delphine/Desmond, Everly/Everett, Rina/Ren, and Silas of course.

Roxanne/Robbie: *knocks on MC's dorm, comes in and immediately starts pulling out MC's clothes* Oh yeah sorry. I was just looking for your fit for tonight. Of course we're going out. Wait...ARE YOU STUDYING!? nope. NOPE! Put. The. Book. Down. Looks like it's time for an intervention. So here it goes. Me you and the rest of the gang are going out. We're gonna listen to some good music and dance and rage and just have a fantastic night. I know for a fact that your grades are fine, no better than fine. A few nights of letting loose aren't gonna ruin that. So, get your ass up and put this on, then meet me in the common area in 15. *struts out*

Joleen/Johnny: *finds MC in the library* Hey MC. *smile* I haven't seen you around outside of here and classes. You look a little meh, still super cute, but just kinda down you know. When was the last time you got some fresh air? Mmm that long? *reaches over and grabs your hand* Do you want to go for a walk in the park with me? We can just walk around and find some open space to lay out and listen to some tunes. You're down? Ok lets head out. Maybe we should grab some snacks too. *rubs their stomach* I got hungry while looking for you. *sighs*

Delphine/Desmond: *cooking up a storm in the common room kitchen* *MC is drawn out by the intoxicating smell* Oh look who's here. *smirks* Yeah I'm making (MC's favorite food). Yeah I know. So what if you only told me once, I pay attention. *grins* Yeah everyone will probably be following the scent out here pretty soon. I noticed that you've been keeping to yourself a lot lately, so I wanted to try and incorporate you back into a normal social routine. No need to thank me. Just make sure to take time for yourself and your friends. We kind of like you. *chuckles*

Rina/Ren: *texts MC, hey could you come out to the common room* I Made some stuff for poke bowls but it's too much for me to eat alone. Do you want some? Yeah? Cool. *subtle smile* So how's it going? I haven't seen you around lately. Oh I see you've just been studying. Anything else? And going to your part time job. Well what about self care? You don't have time? Of course you do. You just need to get your schedule in proper order. You have classes, work studying, and club activities, just take a moment to look and see where there are gaps. Don't take up all of your free time with 6 hours of studying. Set aside some time each day for to rest, and when you have extra time try to do things you enjoy. *laughs to themself* Sorry, I didn't mean to sound like a self help book. We'll this was a good talk. Maybe we could hang out when you've got some extra free time.

Everly/Everett: *sees MC in the common room* Oh hey! Where are you heading? Oh back to your room to study. On a Friday night? Actually no. What do you mean, what do I mean? All I'm saying is that its Friday night and we are in the prime of our youth. You can't spend every spare second studying! There's this party later, you should come...with me... You're in ok cool. Meet me in the common room around 11. Yes P.M. *rolls there eyes and chuckles* Alright see you later.

Karla: *lightly taps on MC's door* So...I think we should have a chat. I know that your freshman year can be a bit overwhelming, it can be hard to organize your priorities. I just wanted to say that you shouldn't stretch yourself to thin. If you only focus on your studies then you're just gonna burn out super quick. And since your studying on a Saturday *gives you a pointed look of concern* I'd say you're in pretty deep. So cancel whatever you have planned for tomorrow *under their breath, "not much I assume"* We are going out for brunch and then we're gonna explore. Ok, I'll text you the details later.

Faye: *texts MC: Hey! meet me outside of your building. I've got a surprise! 🤗* Hey! *gives MC a big hug, pulls back and lifts up picnic basket* Look what I have! You've been holed up in your room or at the library, and it's feel like I haven't seen you outside in forever. So I took it upon my self to prepare a super special picnic just for you. *locks arms with MC* Let's get going! I want to show you one of my favorite spots while it's still light out!

Sebastien: *knocks on door* Hello! It's me, Sebastien! Can I com in! *opens door* I come with food! *sets down your new favorite Chinese takeout* Oh you look busy. Maybe you could take a quick break. We could have dinner and watch a show. Remember you said you would show me your favorite shows? Ok, you will, oh thank god. *relieved sigh* I don't know what I would have done with all this food if you said no. *starts laying everything out* Ok you go ahead and pick a show I'll set up the food.

Maxine: *storms into MC's room and snatches their book away* Ok, let's go. Me, you, and some extra buttery popcorn are gonna see (insert title movie here) then we're going to stuff our faces, and then we're gonna lounge around the dorm with some face masks on. You've been doing nothing but studying and now its time for some fun! I miss you! It's no fun having a bookish zombie for a best friend. Grades are important but you don't have to overwork yourself.

Silas: *knocks on MC's door, opens door and stays in doorway* Hey MC, I just wanted to check in. I haven't seen you at any hall events lately. I see your hitting the books pretty hard. *points to the ominous stack of books* When was the last time you went out with some friends? Wow. That long? Ok not to sound like your RA or anything *laughs at his own dry joke* but you need to get out more, actually enjoy your collegiate experience. We're having a game night later, I hope to see you there. *sends a cheeky grin MC's way*

#interactive fiction #interactive if #twine if #twine interactive fiction #if: themuse #themuse if #extras

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dreampurpledreams · 1 year

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"That's Crazy", chapter 2

A/N: I had to rush to get this out. So if there are any mistakes, tell me.

warning: Spanish may be wrong, Cursing

2.2k words below the cut.

Italics are in Miles head

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Miles was watching you.

Not like Stalking you or anything. But he was just…,watching.

It had been about 3 weeks since the two of you had met. Waking up that next morning, recalling the night before, the sense of dread Miles felt was overpowering. Strong enough to make him ignore the soreness on his head, where he had fallen on it the night before. More important than the physics assignment he was supposed to complete that Morning. No, he had bigger things I worry about.

In a hurry to talk with you, Miles rushed his morning routine. Shoving things in his bag without looking, putting his buttons in the wrong holes, not tying his shoelaces (as if he would have done that anyway🙄). He didn't even pick his hair out.

"Why are you rushing?".

Damn, all of this was too much. Miles was so focused on himself, he forgot Ganke even existed.

"I have to go get this girl-"

"Yeah I know, you were supposed to get her yesterday."

"Well now-"

"Here." Ganke slid over from his desk to Miles and handed him a folder. "It's got all her schedule, her room number and all that other jazz."

Oh. "Thanks bro."

"No problem"

Miles still didn't know what to do, Maybe…?

"Actually,-"

"I'm not going to cover for you again, which I did yesterday by the way. You should have been here yesterday to get her yourself."

"It's not that. And telling everybody I had chronic diarrhea is exactly the best cover up."

"I think you should be thanking me instead of complaining."

"I'm not thanking you for telling everybody I had bubble guts."

"Bro, Don't say it like that," his friend said, laughing, making Miles laugh too. "Anyway, how did you know I said that??"

Right, Miles had forgotten again. What is wrong with him? Why can't he focus?

"Yeah, she told me. Last night. When I came in."

"Oh you mean..??"

"Yeah, and she saw me In my suit."

……. Silence. Again with this.

"That's crazy. Well, hope you figure it out." And with that the beanie wearing boy turned to his desktop.

"😦"

"Bro I'm just kidding, but to be honest, I really don't know how to help you"

"Well that helps." Miles said, sighing in exasperation.

"Dude just chill, you'll figure something out. In the meantime, you should probably brush your teeth, class starts in 10 min and you still have to go get [Name].

"What!? No we're gonna be late". Grabbing his bag Miles ran out the door.

"It's really a wonder he hasn't broken his ankles by now", Ganke said, noting that His friend's shoes still weren't tied.

Right now, he's sitting in the library, trying to study. End of the year exams were coming up, and he really needed to buckle down. He had already missed a couple lessons, and was currently trying to learn the difference between longitudinal, and transverse waves. The theory itself wasn't hard to grasp, at least not if it's taught by a teacher. But he was trying to learn it by himself. And all the vocabulary was so similar, it was hard to differentiate between them. Waves, Amplitude, nodes, harmonics, constructive interference, destructive interference. It was all the same to him.

And adding to his stresses, was a little brownskinned nymph was following him around everywhere. And not that he was complaining. He truly enjoyed your company, and even had to stop himself from inviting you to join him. And he wasn't going to pretend he didn't get excited every time he saw you. Just right now, he had other stuff to worry about. But you were the only thing that he could think about when you were around. Even when you weren't there he was thinking about you, but at least then he could regroup himself and get to work. Which was something he couldn't do when you were around. And that so happened to be one of the current problems . Wherever he was, you were there. No matter where he escaped to, you appeared. It was like you had a tracker on him somewhere.

To be honest,his first problem wasn't really much of a problem. But it made his second one all the more present.

Knocking on your door Miles could barely hold back his anxiety. What am I gonna do? How could I be so dumb? Jeez. What if she tells everyone? What if she's a bad guy? No my Spidey sense would go off then. Right? It didn't alert me about Doc Ock Caray. What am I gonna do? Maybe now I should just… Try and convince her she was dreaming or something. I'll just pretend I don't know her. Yeah I'll do that. No you can't gaslight her Miles. That's wrong. Man but I don't have a choice. Right? Maybe I can trust her….. …right? Miles didn't really have time to make a choice. You had opened the door already. Not that he was still thinking about it when the door opened. How was he supposed to think when you were looking like this? Natural face, excluding your glossed up lips. Looking into his eyes with those pretty ones, that had kept him up all night. Blinking at him, lashes mascara free, but perfectly curled somehow, making those eyes even more mesmerizing. "Mornin' laces. Here's my schedule." Laces? Since when was I laces? When did I get a nickname? No wait, I don't know her. "Umm, good Morning. My name's Miles. I'm going to be your student ambassador. Don't worry the office already gave me your schedule and stuff-" "We don't have time for your games Miles, classes start in 5 minutes. Just take mine and let's go". So you still remembered him. Looks like he has to try something else. I mean, Miles could have tried harder to convince you, but honestly….he didn't want to. He would just have to trust you. Or maybe he could tell you it was a costume or something. "So about last night-" "I'm do believe, I have physics 3 right now, but I'm not sure" "I know that but I wanted to tell you-" "Maybe you should check the paper." you said swiftly. Now looking at you, Miles realized you seemed kind of annoyed. Dios Mío. What was so important about this paper? Looking at it Miles could not understand. It had your classes, the classroom number, and the Teachers name. The only thing out of the ordinary on this paper was the note that was written on the bottom. Oh.

[Miles. Thank you for walking me around this week. I know it's your job but I really appreciate it. I hope we can continue to be friends after this. Even though we met in a weird way, and I learned more things about you than I should've, I won't tell anybody about your secret. Sincerely, Your new friend. ]

"Oh". Miles said, talking to you. Or he thought he was talking to you, but you were already up the hall. Looking back at him, you smiled. "Come on lace's, we have 3 minutes left. You need to hurry. But don't trip, we really don't have time for that." Haha. Honestly, Miles forgot you two even had to go to class. He was kinda starstruck by you. I mean you were so pretty, and so obviously smart. You were here, and in Physics 3. Students were only required to take physics 1 in their freshman year. Yet you decided to take one of the hardest highschool classes 2 more times. You even managed to talk to him about being spiderman in a way that was intelligently inconspicuous. Even if someone else found that paper, they wouldn't be able to decode its hidden meaning. It was so enticing. Miles wanted to learn everything about you. And he would seemingly get the chance, considering how you wanted to actually be his friend. Smiling Back Miles followed you to class. Followed… you?? How do you know where the classroom is? He never showed you around. That was… weird. The alarm bells sounded in his head. Against his will. The boy wanted to believe the best, he really did. But it was ingrained in him. All of this was too weird. You show up in his room. Being seemingly unsurprised at the fact he was spiderman. And just readily agreed to keep his secret. It was abnormally perfect. I mean, you were his dream girl. But this, this was beginning to be too much. "Miles!"The boy heard his name. Simultaneous with his 'LOOK OUT!' Message he was receiving from his Spidey sense. Looking up Miles had almost ran into the door of the Physics 3 classroom. They arrived. And you didn't get lost. There was that feeling, eating him up again. "Wake up city slicker. We're here on time, no thanks to you", you told the boy, smiling and lightly pushing his shoulder. "Hahaha. You knew the way…all by yourself." "Yee-ep. Administration brought me here yesterday on the search for you. I tried my best to remember everything while you were blowin' it up". Smirking slyly at Miles with explosion hands, he started to ease a bit. That was a valid explanation. Right?? "T- minus 30 seconds." Doing this weird, robotic voice and.. dance?? (He thinks). Laughing at Miles' awkward smile, you grabbed his hand and pulled him into the room. "Miles" you said. Looking back at him. Making eye contact. Mi corazón. Lord this girl, it seemed like you knew what you were doing. You were doing everything in your power to draw him in. "Yeah?" "Your Zipper is down."

Soy un idiota. Zipping himself up and then walking into class The bell rang. Miles was.. Scared It was all the same questions he had the previous night, but with all different feelings behind it. Who were you? Why were you here? Why were you at this school? Are you there to hurt him? But the thing that scared him the most, Was the way he forgot about all these things, Whenever he looked into that pretty face of yours.

Miles was back to the present. Remembering where he was and what he was doing. Or supposed to be doing.

Looking around for you, Miles realized you had disappeared.

Where did you go? Did you leave?? No, he felt eyes on him. Turning his head he watched you slink through the shelves.

There was that feeling again. That constant feeling of mistrust he felt whenever you did something questionable.

He tried. He really did. But under all the joking quips, followed by your boisterous laugh. Sweet smiles that made his heart melt. The study sessions turned into video game marathons.

Miles was still suspicious. The premise of friendships, was actually a way to keep an eye on you.

No.

He can't deny the friendship you two have.

He just… What if he's wrong about you?

The way he had gotten attached to you the past couple weeks, it was terrifying. Between all his conflicting thoughts. The way you had seemingly felt the same was even more surprising. Being spiderman was already hard enough. The insecurities Miles felt.

He couldn't measure up. Sure he was way more confident. But your friendship with him. The way you had find out about his secret. He just felt so…

Irresponsible.

But really he couldn't think about that now.

Currently you were behind him. Attempting to sneak up on him?

He hoped that's not what you were doing. You were terrible at it. Miles could feel the humor bubble up inside him. Did you really think you could sneak up on him?

Why were you sneaking up on him anyway?

What did you have planned?

The teen superhero prepared his body for…something.

Secretly keeping his eyes on you. Miles pretended to be into his book. When you finally got close to Miles, you stopped.

Moving your hands towards his… neck??

Quickly reacting, Miles wrapped his hands around yours, and looked up at you.

You started, Laughing?

"Dadgummit, I thought I was gonna get you."

Letting go of your hands, Miles felt, sheepish. What was he thinking?

Miles needed to get himself together.

Playing it off with as a joke, he laughed.

"Did you really think you could get me??"

"Well you had your headphones on so…"

Grabbing his things Miles started to walk towards the door. With you immediately following behind him.

"Nah. I gotta stay ready, you never know when danger's around the corner." The boy said all mysteriously. Looking down at his friend as the two of you exited the library.

"Or maybe, you're just paranoid". The girl told him, looking back, up at him.

You don't say, Miles thought to himself. Pushing away the thoughts of what could have happened.

I mean it was fine. He just…

Overreacted

Yeah. It was just him.

Right??

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