#two ideas smushed together and then RAN WITH

[despairots]

#𝐀𝐍 𝐄𝐏𝐇𝐘𝐑𝐀 𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐌: YUTA OKKOTSU.

「 yuta okkotsu x male! reader 」

GENRE: fluff, just fluff :3 oh, and like a REALLY quick makeout but its really just fluff, i think a bit of angst tho?

CONTENT WARNING: swearing, violence, r! helps yuta with his injuries, i have no idea what the plot is anymore, r! is like kyouka from bsd and has her ability “demon snow”, rika doesnt like r! that much :,(, “demon snow” is somewhat like rika, so rika - yuta and “demon snow” - r!

AUTHORS: stop. changing. themes. *holds me by the throat and shakes me* no but seriously the more i change it the more i have to change my layout which i do NOT want anyways happy furina day!!! we luv u queen

there’s something that makes people believe you just lack emotions. maybe it’s the you didn’t react to people’s insult, or maybe it’s the way it looks like you’re always in a daze. yeah, you don’t exactly have anything going on in your head and yes, you’re always in a daze but somewhat, you’ve always gave off this rebellious energy, like something was attached to you that’s radiating this energy off.

so when yuta saw a curse behind you while assisting him, he wondered if that was the thing that was radiating off the rebellious energy from your “jellyfish aura” that his other friends would call it. just knowing you hid something below the facade you upheld was admirable, you always had this look that made people think your mind was somewhere else when you are aware.

and the way your voice shouted commands for your curse while you still held that alluring look before you switched your attention to him and helped him up when the enemy was being distracted by your curse, all he could do was stare when you asked if he was injured.

he knew rika didn’t like you holding him so carefully and— oh? you’re so close — making sure he didn’t fall to the ground while the both of you ran from the area. now, he’s watching you patch up his wounds so delicate that he’s convinced you’re afraid that you might hurt him.

yuta doesn’t know if he should speak, ask if you’re okay when he’s the one clearly injured, ask about the ring that’s on a necklace and dangling around your neck. he wonders if you were almost like him, that explains why he was so drawn to you. maki, inumaki and panda (plus gojo) already picked up that you caused him to be rather flustered.

the first time you two met was when yuta was first introduced to you. you had officially came back from your trip and his friends had wanted to throw you a party since they haven’t seen you in awhile. his friends often described you to be somewhat like a jellyfish, he was a tad bit confused by the wording but he understood when you walked into the classroom.

“welcome back, [name]!”

“kelp.”

you just had this look in your eyes when panda scooped you up and hugged you, the way one of your eyes closed when panda smushed your cheeks together and the small— and very unnoticeable — smile on your face when you realized you were missed made him blush.

“this is yuta, he’s new, so try not to overwhelm him. he’s delicate.” maybe when maki had said that, you started to treat him like some doll. always making sure your touches weren’t harming his already injured skin— and he could technically feel rika fuming — with the focused look on your face.

the one thing bugging him was the ring. were you already married or did you dedicate your life to someone else? although, he sounded awfully like a hypocrite right now. he was wearing the ring rika had given him.

“… what’re you thinking about?”

that was the first time he had heard you spoken in such a quiet, yet calm and alluring, tone towards him specifically. he was once told that you didn’t talk a lot and always kept to yourself, only allowing yourself to talk when on the battlefield.

he was shocked nonetheless, the tone of your face had caused him to jump a little and his cheeks to flare up. what should he say in this? should he tell the truth and ask if you were married? but you probably already figured that out by how hard he was staring at the ring.

“oh. um… are you married?” yuta asked timidly, averting his gaze to the ground, hearing the chair scrap and he’s wondering if the question was too insensitive. you only got up to dim the lights as a headache was starting to form before you sat back down infront of yuta.

you grabbed ahold of his cheek and turned to face it towards you, “are you?” you had shot the question back to him and let go of his cheeks, feeling his cheeks heat upon the hand on his cheek. yuta knew you were gesturing to the ring on his finger and he didn’t know how to respond.

he was married but at the same time he wasn’t, he’d seem unfaithful to rika but everytime you touched him, protected him, and now, talking to him, he blushed. and you had picked that up rather quickly.

you hummed, hands wrapping around the ring and looking down at your lap, “i was. he died though.” the way you said it so casually had caught him off guard, but your situation was similar to him aswell. yuta picked up the way your hand tightened around the ring as he stared down at his, fiddling it around his ring finger.

“the cursed spirit that’s always around you. what’s her name?” he looked back at you, blinking and suddenly, you just looked… too unrealistic? was that the right weird to describe you? “her name’s rika.” and you smiled. his heart started to pound against his rib cage when you held a soft smile, “you’d love her no matter what form, huh?”

he wondered if you were rika if she was a male and your sentence made sense to him. now, he wondered about your cursed spirit, “what about yours?” “yuta.” hearing his name come out your lips had him confused, were you trying to tell him that you didn’t wanna speak about it or—

“oh. oh!”

the cursed spirit was named yuta. you weren’t trying to call out his name, you were trying to tell him that the cursed spirt’s name was his name. you lightly smiled amusingly at his reactions, “i don’t think rika likes me very much… nor do i think yuta likes you.” it seemed that way. yuta could feel rika wanted to kill you and you could feel “yuta” glaring daggers at the boy infront of you.

turns out you two were the same.

you stood up from your chair before bending down to yuta’s height and placing a kiss on the corner of his lips. were you trying to die? did you want yuta to die?! no. honestly enough. like yuta, you would’ve loved your cursed spirit no matter the form aswell.

“i like you, yuta.” it was a simple confession yet yuta’s face blew up into red, hearing you walk away. “ah! w-wait!” he had grabbed your wrist and turned you around, wrapping his arms around you and buried his face into the crook of your neck before muttering words that made the tension from your shoulders to relax.

“i… i like you too, [name].” he pulled away and softly placed his lips onto yours. your hands reaching up to cradle his cheeks as yuta backed you up to a desk and helped you sit on top of it before going back to kissing you.

he was a good kisser considering the fact he has never kissed anyone before… well, technically, not a human being.

you pulled away, a string of saliva connecting the both of your lips until it disconnected when your hand was brought up to your mouth and oh, was that blush he saw? were blushing because of him? so cute.

“i don’t think they liked that very much..”

oh right!

[babybluebex]

bad idea, right? | joseph quinn x fem!reader

summary: yes, i know that he's my ex, but can't two people reconnect? // aka your ex joseph conveniently texts you to come over just as you're missing him, and who can say no to those eyes? pairing: joseph quinn x fem!reader tags: SMUT (minors dni), thigh riding, teasing, confessions of love, bareback (USE A CONDOM IRL PLEASE!!!), no ejaculation (it's ok, you'll see, just read it) author’s note: i am BACK with a new joe fic, i have been thinking about him NONSTOP ever since miss olivia dropped this song, and it's taken me forever to write this but here we are :) enjoy! follow @babybluebex-writes to be notified whenever i post new fics!

This was such a bad idea. No, it wasn’t a bad idea. It was the worst idea, one of the worst things you have maybe ever done. That bar wasn’t set too high, but the point remained. It was stupid and bad, and you just shouldn’t be doing it. And yet, here you are. 

You had been out drinking with your friends, ironically trying to get over Joseph. He was a good man— good enough, at least— and had been a relatively good boyfriend to you, but he was different than everyone else and was itching for more than you were, a family and a life and shit, and you had just wanted to have fun with him, so you had broken it off with him. The breakup had initially happened a few months ago, but your friends had never been able to drag you out of your flat and to a bar until then. There was nothing to mourn, you tried to tell them. We just wanted different things and split amicably, there’s no bad blood there that I need to drink to get over. 

Around 11 o’clock or so, your phone buzzed on the bar top, and you glanced down to see a text from a number that your phone didn’t recognize, but you knew all too well. I’m lonely, it said. Would you like to come over? 

Your friends were absorbed in their conversation, so you put down your vodka soda and typed out a reply. Joe, you know that’s a bad idea. 

I moved. Do you need my new address? 

You sighed. Yeah, I do. 

There was something about Joseph that you couldn’t place, but it made him irresistible. He was magnetic, he was charismatic, he was attractive and funny and kind, he was everything, but he just wasn’t what you wanted or needed for your relationship. He wanted kids; you didn’t. That was it. He was so irresistible, though, that there was no question about the fact that you would wreck your plans to see him. 

“Hey, I gotta go,” you told your friends, and they all booed and awed and asked what was going on. 

“Wait,” one of your friends started. “Are you going to see Joe?”

You scoffed, in a way that you hoped conveyed how crazy you thought that was. “No,” you said. “My social battery just ran out all of the sudden. Long day at work, and I’ve got another long one tomorrow and… You know how it is.” 

“Alright,” your friend said with a pout. “Be safe, alright? Let us know when you get home.” 

You agreed and, with a few hugs and kisses, you went on your way. Joseph had texted you his new address and you plugged it into your Uber app, and, the whole ride there, your leg was jiggling and you were nervous. It was just Joe, it wasn’t like you were going to meet some random guy you met online (although Joe had started out as some random Hinge match). You had dated him for two years, you knew him, so why were you nervous? 

He was grinning at you when you reached his place on the second floor, an easy sort of smile that you remembered loving. “Hi,” he said softly, reaching out for you, and you took his hands, smiling back at him. 

“Hey,” you said. “So, this is your new place, right?”

“Yeah,” Joseph said with a shrug. “It’s not much, but it’s alright.” 

You stepped inside and set down your bag next to the door, along with your jacket and shoes, and you examined the front room. The new flat was definitely smaller than the one you had shared together, the kitchen all smushed up next to the den, with the smallest hallway leading down to the bathroom and bedroom, and you settled on the couch easily. “I like it,” you said, your eyes going to his bookcase next to his television. A biography of Caracalla sat open, and you shook your head. “It’s cute. Very you.” 

“Thank you, love,” Joseph said. He sat down beside you and put his arm along the back of the couch behind you, and you inched a little closer to him. 

“Isn’t it a little… Silly?” you started, and you began to chew on your lip. 

“What is?” Joseph asked. 

“This dumb little dance we have to do,” you said. “Like we both don’t know why I’m here. We have to pretend, like, ‘Oh, I like your apartment’, ‘Oh, how have you been’, y’know?” 

“Well, we don’t have to pretend,” Joseph said. “We can just… Get started.”

“Yeah,” you mumbled. “But I don’t wanna, like, just come over and fuck and leave.”

“So…” Joseph started. “You want genuine small talk?”

You shrugged. “I guess,” you said. “How have you been?”

“Honestly,” Joseph started. “Pretty bad. I’m so used to coming home and having you here, I find myself so lonely and bored and… I don’t know. It’s been a few months, I thought I’d get over… Whatever this is.”

“That’s alright,” you said. “I’ve been missing you a lot too. I miss our old apartment… The bathtub was so nice and big.” 

“Yeah,” Joseph chuckled. “You remember when we took a bubble bath together and lit candles? That was nice.”

“Yeah,” you agreed wistfully. It went quiet then, both of you trying to avoid the obvious, and you finally sighed. “This is a bad idea, right?” 

“Probably,” Joseph said. You looked over at him to find him already looking at you with those damned chocolate puppy eyes, and you tilted your head a bit, your eyes lingering on his lips. That’s something that you missed about him; he was a damn good kisser. 

“Fuck it, it’s fine,” you said quickly, and you leaned in, pressing your lips to his. His arm around your shoulders dragged you close to him, and he kissed you back, letting his lips mold against yours. You moaned softly, taking in the familiar taste of him, and you shuffled to sit across his lap. His hands went to their usual spots in the back pockets of your jeans, squeezing and kneading your ass as his tongue slipped inside your mouth, and you raked your fingers through his hair. You don’t remember him doing his hair across his forehead like this the last time you saw him, but maybe he did, but it really didn’t matter. He was hot as fuck, and he wanted you. 

“Fuck,” Joseph whispered as he broke the kiss. His focus went to your smooth neck, kissing and lightly sucking and making you moan again, and his hands drifted out of your back pockets and went to the front of your pants, popping the button open with ease. “Pretty girl…” he mumbled, and you giggled as he started to edge your pants down. The angle was awkward, definitely, and you shuffled to stand up and take down your pants. Joseph dipped down on the couch a little to pull off his sweatpants (grey, soft, the kind you once told him make his dick look good), and he discarded them to the side as you straddled one of his big thighs. This was always one of his favorite things, having you ride his thigh, and he looked gleeful when he realized that that’s what you were doing. “Oh, yeah?” he asked, and you smiled, flexing your hips down and starting to drag yourself along his hard thigh. 

“I remember you liked this,” you told him, and Joseph’s throat bobbed as he swallowed thickly, letting his head fall back as you started up a rhythm, letting yourself glide along his leg. He mumbled and cursed, his big hands falling to your hips, but he didn’t control you; he was just holding you, feeling you, loving on you. 

“I do,” he mumbled. “God… Yes, sweet girl, just like that.” 

You whimpered as your clit brushed your stretched panties, and Joseph looked up, a sly smile on his lips. You loved when he watched you, and you made sure to move your body smoothly— all the better of a show for him. “Yeah,” he mumbled, biting his plush bottom lip. “That feel good?” 

You hummed out a positive sound, digging your fingernails into his shoulders through his jumper. “God, Joey,” you sighed, and you lilted your head to watch him as his eyelashes fluttered and he sighed with you. "Missed you."

"I missed this too," Joseph said. "Take off your panties, I wanna feel you."

You couldn't help but oblige him, and you lifted yourself from his leg and stripped off your modest underwear (you weren't exactly thinking ahead when you got dressed to go out, and you certainly weren't expecting Joe to text you). The feel of his warm skin on your pussy made your stomach swim with butterflies, and you put your hands on the back of his neck, just at where the curls ended. God, those curls. You pulled him into a kiss and moaned into his mouth, and you tugged on his curls to make him whine.

"Don't tease me, baby," he told you in a low voice, and you smiled and continued on your path, absolutely set on teasing him now. Your hips slowed, and you nestled your mouth right in the crook of his neck, setting soft kisses on his skin. "Oh, fuck, you're an evil woman, did you know that?"

"Yeah, well," you shrugged noncommittally, and Joe grabbed you around your waist and pulled you off of him. Roughly— rougher than usual?— he pushed you down onto the couch, and he settled himself on top of you, his thick thighs caging you in. You watched greedily as he righted himself and stripped off his jumper, exposing the little soft hairs on his chest; now, without the baggy jumper, you could fully see his hardening cock, rising to lay against his tummy.

"Like what you see?" Joe chuckled lightly, and you realized just how hard you had been staring at him.

"How could I not?" you asked. You reached out for his cock, taking his length in your hand, and you stroked him easily, base to tip, squeezing when you got closer to his balls— just the way he liked. He hissed in a sharp breath through his teeth as his eyes grew three times their size, and you smiled.

"Thought you'd've forgotten about that," Joe laughed breathlessly, and he edged back on the couch, aligning his hips with yours. Apparently, it seemed as if speed was the name of the game tonight, and it almost hurt your heart to think that he just wanted to hook up with you. You knew that coming to his place wouldn't end with a reconfession of love and for him begging for you to stay, but it stung to know that he was just trying to get you out as quickly as possible.

"I could never forget," you said, hoping that he could see through your words and see your teary eyes, hear your thick throat, feel your loss. You loved him, and the breakup hurt, but it was better being apart. But was it really?

"I wouldn't want you to," Joe told you, and he pursed his lips for a moment before he spit down onto your pussy. "You think I can ever forget you?"

You lined up the head of his cock with your hole, watching as he throbbed in your hand, and he sank his hips forward. The feel of the stretch had you gasping, and you moaned as he slid inside you, nestling perfectly. "Hey," Joe said firmly, and you looked up from the show to see him earnestly staring down at you, his eyes... Wet? Tearful? "You don't think I could ever forget you, do you?" he asked, and you bit the inside of your cheek.

"Not now, Joe," you mumbled.

"Yes, now," Joe insisted.

"You're inside me," you protested, and Joe gathered you in his arms, holding you tightly as he began to fuck you. The pleasure made your breath hitch, and Joe buried his face in your neck, kissing the slender column of your throat.

"We can talk and fuck at the same time," Joe said. "God knows we've done worse and fucked at the same time."

"But talk about this?" you asked. "Joey—"

"I can't sleep without you," he said softly. "Every time I wake up alone, my first thought is that you're using the toilet and that you'll be right back. I can hardly relax without your feet in your side... You really did take up the whole of the bed."

"Joe—" you started again, but he shook his head, his curls thwipping you in the face.

"And I can't eat," he continued. "I miss your cooking, and what's the point of eating anyway if you're not gonna steal bits of it off my plate?"

"Don't say that," you frowned. You were still acutely aware of his cock inside you, ebbing and flowing with the movement of your bodies, but, slowly, you came to realize exactly what this was. Maybe this was a reconfession of love. Maybe he would beg for you to stay. Maybe he was more than lonely tonight, and was just rushing the sex to get to the part where he asked you to come back to him. "That's not... Fair. I'm doing better without you."

"What a lie," Joe chuckled mirthlessly. "You're not wearing your favorite going-out dress, you're not even wearing mascara. You didn't want to leave the house tonight, but you did. Why?"

"My friends dragged me out," you said.

"Exactly," Joe said. "You'd rather stay home and rot in bed, because you're just as miserable without me as I am without you. Admit it, we were so good together, don't you want that again?"

"Joe," you started. "We broke up because you wanted kids, and I didn't. That's not something you can compromise on, that's not a conversation you can table for later. We broke up because we wanted different things, and that's okay."

"But I want you back," Joe said. "I need you back. Please, we can compromise on this. We can... Fuck, I don't know, we can get a cat. Or a puppy, or a lizard, or whatever the fuck it takes for you to come back to me."

Before you could say more, your phone buzzed in your purse on the floor just by your head, and you sighed as you reached for it, any distraction welcome. Your friend was texting you: Make it home ok?

Yeah, you answered quickly. Going to sleep. Talk tomorrow xx.

"Joe," you started. "I... I only see you as a friend now. I don't think I can return to what we had."

"That's the biggest lie you've ever said," Joe told you. "If I was just a friend, would you have come over tonight?"

"Yes!" you said. "Because I'm a good friend! You said you were lonely, and I wanted to come help—"

"Oh, God, there was an undertone, and you know that," Joe cringed. "Don't act like you didn't know exactly what this was."

"Fuck," you mumbled. "Joe, I— Can we wait until we're done fucking?"

Joe sighed and, setting his jaw, angled his hips back and pulled out. He went in search of his clothes quietly, and you did the same, and, as you were zipping up your trousers, you said, "I guess I just don't... Don't see how we can have what we had. Not now, not knowing that we want our futures to be so different."

"We don't have to have what we had," Joe said. "We can have something completely new. We can make something entirely different, entirely our own, whatever we want. Please?"

You looked up from your jeans to see him looking at you. He had shaved his facial hair down to nothing, and you frowned to look at it. "I hate the way you do your hair now," you mumbled. "And I wish you'd grow your mustache back out."

Joe shrugged. "Maybe I will," he said. "If you want me to."

"I do," you said. "And we can get a cat, but you have to do the nasty shit, cleaning up after it and everything. We can... We can get back together, if you... If you promise you'll never leave me again."

Joe stepped towards you and wrapped you in a tight embrace, and he kissed the top of your head. "Never again, love."

[imbadatwrighting]

Sneaky Cat

Requested

I was going to write this as a songfic but changed my mind last minute so it took a little longer than expected. Anyways to the person who asked for this I had to smush some things together I hope that’s alright and the smut lowkey ain’t dat great. Also just started watch future man…do what you want with that information

Pairing: Selina Kyle x Male reader

Tags: NSFW 18+ at the end, sex with plot? (Idk I’ve never read a post with that), Wayne!reader, adopted!reader, sweet!reader, fluff, smut, Bruce and reader having tension, no use of Y/n, 2nd pov, soft dom!reader, brother issues, lowkey rushed to the sex half way through, oral (reader giving), unprotected sex, cream pie, missionary , prolly a lot of spelling errors

“Selina! Have you seen my tie?” Your voice boomed across the whole second floor of the house unintentionally.

“This tie?” your girlfriend of two years asked, holding up a gold tie. She leaned against the door frame staring at you with her classic cat eyes.

A smile plastered on your face, walking towards her. “This is why I love you,” you grinned, reaching down to plant a kiss on her lips and grab the tie.

You could feel the smirk she made through the kiss before breaking it off. “No other reasons?” she asked, a devious smile on her face.

You walked back to your mirror, staring at her through it while you put your tie on. “Not any I can remember I’m afraid.”

She swayed closer to you, wrapping her hands around your waist and maneuvering her head to be beside your shoulder. “That’s too bad. Here I was thinking you loved me for my brilliant ideas,” she pouted before hiding her mouth with your shoulder so you couldn’t see her smile.

A small groan left your lips as you ran your hands through your hair. “I wouldn’t say making me go to this gala was a good idea.”

“You own the most stocks and are a co-owner of Wayne Enterprises, I’m afraid you have to go.”

You turned around to face her, slowly wrapping your arms around her waist. Her hands moved up to your chest, smoothing out a wrinkle. “You only want me to go so you can steal valuables from the guests, my dearest.”

Selina huffed before turning away towards the door. Her hips swayed as she walked away. “Let’s not leave Alfred waiting much longer mi amor,” she grinned.

You stood still for a moment, unsure of what you heard was right. You ran towards Selina, observing her eyes for any sense of sarcasm or lying.

“Do not tell me Bruce will be there too,” you spoke slowly, walking down the steps of your mansion with Selina. The sounds of heeled shoes hitting marble, echoed in the area.

“If I remember correctly, your parents gave Wayne Enterprises to both you and Bruce and he still plays apart in it,” she replied hastily, not caring enough to make eye contact.

“When he’s not playing good guy in his bat costume, sure, but all he cares about is fighting crime over and over again, he cares little about what happens to Wayne Enterprises or even me!”

“If I remember correctly you fight crime too.” Selina walked faster, reaching the first floor before you, grabbing a necklace on the marble counter.

She stared at the black diamonds shinning under the light, eventually moving her hand with the necklace towards you, gesturing you to put it on her.

You sighed, grabbing the necklace. “When I was with his all I did was stare at the computers in his little cave.”

“You still do,” Selina hummed.

“That different,” you grumbled. “When I was working with him, no one even knew my name or I was a vigilante at all. You had no idea who Umbra Mortis was after I told you. Or that I was his brother.”

“I do now. People know who Umbra Mortis is now.” Selina turned to face your towering figure after felling the necklace be latched on.

“They still don’t know I’m his brother. He refuses to tell people I’m his brother because I was adopted.”

“That’s not true,” Selina said, following you out the door.

“How’d you know? You ask him?” You smirked.

“Maybe,” Selina replied, before grabbing you arm, only being a couple feet away from the limo containing your brother and his butler. “Listen be nice to him and you might even get a special treat,” she grinned, pulling you down into a kiss.

It felt longer that it was but you savored every second of it. You observed the taste of cherries that presented itself onto your tongue.

You hummed as she broke away from the the kiss slowly. You wished you didn’t have to go to the gala, instead staying home with Selina watching her favorite movie in bed.

You opened the door of the limo, letting Selina get in before you while you held the door. You could hear pleasantries given from where you stood as you desperately wished you would have to get in the limo with you older brother.

You could feel your brothers gaze on you as you entered the limo.

“Greeting Master Wayne,” Alfred nodded, quickly driving off. You smiled at the man, he always had called you by your last name since you could remember. It wasn’t that you weren’t close to him, he just wanted to always show his upmost respect towards you.

“Brother,” Bruce greeted. It didn’t seem like the type of greeting you would give your brother, more like a greeting to a stranger.

A curt nod was given to Bruce as you intertwined your hand with Selina’s soft hands. Your fingers played with her rings that she stole from multiple museums.

“I haven’t seen you in a while,” Bruce brought up, eyes still trained on your figure. Your eyes broke away from Selina’s perfect figure.

“Whose fault was that?” you murmured, rolling your eyes. Selina’s heeled foot quickly hit your leg in annoyance. Your eyes quickly looked over to your girlfriend before moving back to look at Bruce.

Bruce paid no mind to your comment. “I see,” he commented, not saying anything else.

A wave of awkwardness took over the limo as the two brothers or interact with each other, or at least one of them did.

“Talk to him, querido,” Selina whispered in your ear, running her nails down your suit.

You rolled your eyes not looking at your girlfriend. “What are you doing here Bruce?” you say bluntly, being forced to say something.

“I’m going to a gala, brother. It’s good for my image.”

“Alfred making you go?”

“It seems you know me too well brother.”

You hummed. “Well, after having to be around you, most of my life, it seems I have to. If not, I might have become a worse brother than you.”

Selena scoff at you as Bruce squinted his eyes. “I gave you no reason to say I am a bad brother.”

An irked expression fell on your face as you glared lightly at your brother. “You have multiple recent to being a bad brother! You left me on a mountain by myself, at fifteen!”

An annoyed expression fell on Bruce’s face. “How many times do I have to tell you it was an accident, I thought you already left,” he said, fingers massaging his temple.

“How am I supposed to believe that when just an hour before you were screaming at me and wishing I wasn’t in your life,” you glared, feeling Selena’s hands down your back and comfort and also as a warning.

“Boys, enough of this, we’re already at this gala so pretend you like each other,” Selina smirked, an obvious fake smile before elegantly getting out of the limo.

You spared Bruce no mind as you got out after your girlfriend, you hand finding the perfect resting spot on her waist.

“Just talking to me and a couple guests won’t get anything you’re hoping for tonight,” she whispered, slowly pushing your arms off her waist, a smile still on her face. “Talk to Bruce or you’re getting nothing tonight.”

With that same grinning smile she walked off, most likely towards the bar full of drunk old fish man with pockets full of money.

With a sigh you slowed your walking, letting Bruce catch up to you. “My apologies for my inappropriate acts Bruce.”

“Don’t act like that,” he said, talking in a whisper, occasionally nodding his head at a couple men and woman.

“Act like what?” you ask.

“Like we’re not brothers. You haven’t talked to me like a brother since you were fifteen.”

“You throw me in the side Bruce, you always have. I had no reason to treat you like a brother when you were too busy to acknowledge me.”

Bruce looks at you with an unreadable expression on his face before taking a deep breath.

You went to scoff before he spoke up. “I’m sorry,” he said is a hushed voice. It almost made you stop in your tracks. Not once has your brother ever apologized to you. Not when he pushed you down the stairs, or when he played a mean April fools day prank on you.

You stayed silent for a minute smiling when contractors and other business partners walked by.

You didn’t care about them at the moment, your first thought was on your brother. Then of course Selina forty feet away at the bar.

“I’m sorry as well… brother,” you spoke, slowly walking away from Bruce towards Selina.

“I talked to him and even said sorry,” you smile, hand going up to her shoulders.

She turned around staring up into your eyes. “Considering Bruce looks like a kicked puppy I would say you did it like you were supposed to.”

You frowned at her words. “Listen it’s the best you’re going to get out of me tonight, now can we just go home?”

Selina digs a gold watch out of her purse, looking at the time. “We’ve been here for no more than ten minutes so unfortunately not mi amor.”

“You’re just being mean at this point,” you groan walking to wherever Selina sways to.

“At least an hour then we can leave,” she smirks pulling you to the dance floor. “For now, we dance.” She puts one arm around your neck and the other into your hand and she waltz’s to the relaxing music.

Your eyes met her sparkling black ones as waves of emotion overflowed your body. She made you fall in love with her every day.

“I can’t stay here Selina,” you growled in her ear.

She paid no mind to you as she twirled and danced. She was enjoying this and you both knew it.

“Selina,” you growled once again. Your heart was practically beating out of your chest.

“I’m afraid you’re going to have to wait. I’m not going home because you’re horny.”

Your hand traveled down her waist, lightly grazing her ass. Her subtly eyed you, eyes narrowing down. “Relax my love, no one is watching,” you whispered, softly biting her ear as you leaned down.

You could feel Selina get hotter as you continued to dance on the dance floor. Your thoughts were not on Bruce nor anyone else but Selina. You didn’t care about anything except Selina.

“You’re playing a dirty game baby,” Selina murmured in your ear, hands gripping your body.

“I wouldn’t have to if we left.”

Selina stayed silent once more, like she was contemplating the answer she would choose. “…fine,” she murmured.

A grin fell on your face before you dragged her out of the gala, you opened the door of a rentable limo. You didn’t have to say any words to the man. Almost everyone in Gotham knew where you lived. It was hard to miss it.

Selina sat down close to you, kissing your neck. You exhaled a breath, holding her waist. “If you keep it up, I’m going to get a boner before we get home,” you groan.

She seemed to only hum and that, keeping up with the original pace.

The drive home seemed longer than anything before. It felt like the limo driver was going slower on purpose. Selina didn’t let it stop her as she spread hickeys all over your neck.

The white limo stopped at the entrance to your mansion. Selina and you quickly rushed out, leaving behind cash for the driver. Poor man must have been a little traumatized.

You pushed Selina through the door into your room. Her hot breath could be felt on your face.

You unzipped her black dress before she reach for her necklace. “No,” you breathed out. “Keep it on.”

You could feel her lightly moan against your neck as you removed your tie and shirt.

You hoisted Selina up before gently throwing her on the bed.

“Fuck,” you moaned out. Crawling on the bed to be face to face with your girlfriend. “You’re so hot baby.”

Her hands reached up to your neck, pulling you down into her. The kiss was sloppy; full of lust. Her legs wrapped around your unclothed waist.

You head traveled down kisses her neck towards her tits. She grabbed onto your hair as you left a trail of kisses to her clit.

Your hot breath only made her wetter. You licked her clit slowly before making eye contact with her. She let out a breathy moan as you stared her down. Your mouth latched onto her clit sucking and licking like a mad man.

“Fuck,” she moaned, gripping your hair harder. You let out a quick sound before resuming your task.

“God I love your pussy,” you rasped, sticking two fingers into her drenched hole. Her shaky legs wrapped around your head.

Your fingers thrusted in and out of her as your teeth lightly grazed her clit. She could feel her orgasm already coming. “Baby,” she groaned, quickly tapping your head. You removed your mouth from her wet clit as you looked up at her.

“I need it in me,” she whispered, almost like she was embarrassed. She could hear you undoing your zipper as soon as the words came out of her mouth.

Her legs released you from her grip as she pulled you up to be face to face with her. She could feel your hard cock rubbing against her clit. A soft moan came out of her as her arms wrapped around your neck.

“I’ve wanted you all day, baby,” you groan, lips attacking her own as you slowly entered her wet pussy.

“I know,” she smirked out before moaning loudly as you thrusted in and out of her. “God, I forgot how big you were.”

Your arm traveled down to her waist giving you a better angle to thrust into her. “You’re so tight, honey,” you breath out, hair falling down on your eyes.

Nails grazed down your back as you thrusted harder into your girlfriend. Her girlfriend arched your back letting out a whimper. “I’m close baby,” she whimpered feeling her orgasm about to come.

“Just a little more. You can hold out baby,” you grunted, pounding into her at an inhuman pace. Your cock overwhelming her senses.

Her legs shook as her head turned to the side, giving you a better view of her neck. “I’m close, I’m so fucking close,” she panted.

Your hand gripped her waist tighter, feeling her slowly get tighter. “Let go baby,” you muttered, feeling your release about to come.

A high pitched moan left your girlfriend as her pussy tightened around you and legs vibrated rapidly. You gave a few more quick thrusts before coming inside her.

Your moved you hand to move your girlfriend face towards you. Her fucked out eyes looked at you as she panted hard.

You slowly pulled out of her before kissing the top of her head. “I love you,” you sighed, getting up to clean her up.

“Bath or no bath?” you asked, grabbing a hand towel from the bathroom.

“No bath,” she grinned weakly, pulling you towards her. “Just want you.”

“You got me baby,” you smirked, handing her one of your comfy shirts after cleaning her up the best you could.

She slipped on your shirt, it draped over her figure as she huddled towards your figure getting in bed.

You looked at the shirt, too big for your girlfriend. “God just looking at you turns me on.” You kissed your smiling girlfriend.

“You’re handling that issue yourself.”

You smiled harder at her. You didn’t care about Bruce in the moment or fighting crime, just caring about marrying the girl laying next to you.

[rumble-aint-a-rumble-without-me]

Could you do 18, Apple picking 🍎 with ponyboy please. I just went apple picking yesterday (got some apple cider and apple cider donuts too!) so this seems cute and fitting.

Apple Picking

“Catch!”

Y/N didn’t bother to wait before they dropped the apple, trusting Ponyboy to get it in the basket as they reached for another apple. The ladder beneath their feet was rickety, the result of too many years of use and a poorly put-together shed to live in. Y/N didn’t mind. They rocked up on their toes, bracing themself on the flat top of the ladder to snag another apple from the green branches. They dropped that one for Ponyboy too, smiling when they heard the thud of the apple against the wicker basket.

“A little more warning would be nice,” Ponyboy grumbled from the ground. “If you keep droppin’ ‘em like that, we won’t have any to take home.”

Y/N shifted on the ladder, wincing at the creaking sounds it made in response, and perched at the top to look down at Ponyboy. He was frowning up at them. His eyebrows pinched in the middle as he shuffled the basket in his arms, trying to smooth out the apples without dropping the whole thing on the ground.

“Everyone is doing the same thing, Ponybabe,” Y/N defended, waving to the various clumps of students they were surrounded by. For a field trip, heading to the local apple orchards wasn’t a bad way to spend the day. Sure, they had to listen to a speech at the beginning from the owner, a general talk about owning a farm and how to keep it, but Y/N and Pony had been whispering to each other the whole time, hands linked as they stood in the crowd. After the owner had said his piece, the students were set loose on the orchard, split into pairs, and given wicker baskets. Each pair had one basket they were allowed to fill up and then split in half to take home and do whatever they wanted.

“Well, I don’t care about everyone else,” Ponyboy shot back. “Darry said he wanted apples to make a pie and I plan on bringing him more than enough apples.”

“You can have all of mine, I promise.” Y/N reached up again, kicking their feet as they plucked one, two, three more apples from the branches and cradled them in their arms. “You think I could juggle these?”

Pony looked like he was dangerously close to leaving the apple bucket on the ground and moving on to find a new partner who wouldn’t mess around as much. Darry was serious about his apples and Pony wasn’t too keen on the idea of going home without enough apples. He lifted the wicker basket expectantly and gave Y/N a bored look.

“Just drop ‘em in before you hurt yourself.”

Y/N did so, but not without pausing to pout. “You’re no fun.”

Pony pushed the apples back out in the bucket, balancing it on his knee while he made more room. He kept an eye on Y/N while he did so. That ladder certainly wasn’t the strongest thing and they kept kicking their legs like they couldn’t care less.

“We’ve got room for maybe five more,” Pony said, tucking the basket under his arm and settling it on his hip. “Maybe six we smush them.”

“You think we could do seven?” Y/N asked, reaching up and starting to yank more apples down. “Then we could eat two on the bus home.”

Ponyboy stumbled to catch the apples they were starting to drop instead of answering. He shot them an unimpressed look but they didn’t see, too busy tugging at more apples. They dropped them as well and Ponyboy caught the one in his hand right before it hit the ground.

“That’s all the room we got,” Ponyboy said, shifting the basket again to try and redistribute the weight. “We can’t fit anymore.”

Y/N climbed down the ladder, far faster than Ponyboy thought was truly safe for such an unsteady piece of wood, and grinned at Pony once their feet were on the ground. “Enough apples for you?”

“Ask Darry when we get back,” Pony answered, the corner of his mouth turning up. “He’ll probably tell you we should’ve gotten more.”

“You’re too rough on him, ya know?” Y/N replied absently. They ran their hands over the apples, picking out two of the biggest, reddest apples of the bunch. “He’s just trying his best. Now come on, if we get to the bus first, we get first pick of where we sit on the way back.”

They gave Pony a small smile before biting savagely into one of the apples and turning on their heel.

“You’re not gonna help me carry this?”

“I think you’re doin’ just fine by yourself!”

Y/N did turn back to help Pony lug the heavy basket all the way to the bus and the two of them snagged a seat in the back row of the bus. They leaned against each other on the way back to school, their apples on the seat between them, as they crunched on the two extras in their hands.

[alhaithams-big-naturals]

Dragon Alhaitham Cytham AU that my friend @durasposts helped inspired me to write hehe (it was their idea! I just wrote it as a fic :3)

~

There was a fire. Alhaitham managed to grab a single book from his study, the only one he knew that he had to protect, even if it cost a limb.

A dragon's treasure is a precious thing. Their hoard could be anything and for Alhaitham it was his books.

He wasn't sure how the fire started.

Books are perfect kindling so all it took was one flame.

With the book clutched to his chest, his tail flipped back and forth. He clutched his book tighter as someone tried to pull his arm away.

His wings were folded on his back and usually he would spread them to get the assailant out of his face, but...

He snapped back to reality to see Cyno pulling a yelling Kaveh away.

He shut up as soon as Cyno crouched down and watched Alhaitham slowly untense.

Carefully, he moved Alhaitham’s left arm before frowning. It was hardly unnoticeable, but that brought Alhaitham fully back.

He hissed in pain.

"Do we have a Hydro vision user nearby?" Cyno called and when no one answered, he tried again, "What about Cryo?"

There was a shuffling in the gathered crowd as Layla nervously ran forward. Soon enough Cyno had some melted ice that was slowly getting warmer. Once it was cool enough, he cleaned Alhaitham burned arm and singed wing.

Next was loose bandaging until they could get him to the bimarstan.

"Don't worry.* Cyno reassured, as Kaveh checked him over, "I'll be the one looking into this."

Alhaitham nodded and Kaveh grabbed his right hand. Together they walked towards the bimarstan.

~

Only when Alhaitham was done getting the burns cleaned and bandaged did Kaveh let his hand go.

Just to grab his face, smushing his cheeks and looking at him with tears in his eyes before pulling him into a tight hug.

Alhaitham was shocked and tense at first, but soon enough melted into the hug. He found his walls breaking as he sobbed into the other man's shoulder.

Kaveh ran his fingers through his hair and murmured softly to him. When he calmed down enough, he planted a single kiss on his forehead.

That's when Alhaitham noticed Cyno standing in the doorway.

He quickly said his goodbyes and left them alone.

Cyno cleared his throat and spoke first, "I know a dragon's hoard is important to them..."

He handed him a well loved book. A 'King of Invokations' book to be exact.

Running his hand over the paper back's tearing covering, he had a soft smile on his face, but...

"I can't possibly take this from you Cyno."

Cyno thought for a moment, "I'm letting you borrow it. Until you can get your hoard back."

Alhaitham nodded stiffly then looked back at the book.

"Thank you..."

~

It turned out that was simply only the beginning. Now, Cyno came almost every week to give him a new book.

An excuse on his tongue, the truth swallowed for the sake of sparing the reminder.

A "Saw this and thought of you" or a "Found this on my trip out to the desert".

Kaveh had drawn up and had started working on a new study. More fireproof he claimed.

A candle was found in the ashes or what was a candle.

Alhaitham could remember that Kaveh brought it home that day.

It was marketed at an electric candle, but whatever had been used as a power source had malfunctioned.

The scholar who made it apologized profusely as well as Kaveh. Alhaitham to the latter simply made the decision that for now on they will only be buying wax candles.

As he was thinking about this, his wings drooped as he frowned. He had been doing his required daily stretching. Carefully, mindful of the healing areas.

Someone behind him cleared their throat and Alhaitham glanced behind him.

Cyno.

He found himself smiling for some reason.

Said man held two books in his hands.

"Tighnari heard about what happened and offered these two books to give you."

Alhaitham took them carefully, looking at the titles. Both were about flora and fauna. One Sumeru specific, the other was a general one for every reigon.

"Send him my thanks for me."

Cyno nodded, "I will."

He spotted a bandage on Cyno's hand suddenly and a chill ran down his spine. His tail swished.

"What happened there?"

"Ah." Cyno seemed caught off guard, "I went up against... a pyro vision wielder recently."

Alhaitham eyes him suspiciously, but let it go with a nod.

~

Before he knew it, Kaveh had finished the new study and Alhaitham started filling the shelves with his new book hoard.

Of course, his most important book, one with a note from his Grandmother, goes on his new desk.

Except... he couldn't find it.

It was gone.

Cyno found him with all the new books pulled off their new shelves and him crying quietly in the corner, wings wrapped around himself.

He set the book he was holding on the desk and crouched down. Almost instantly Alhaitham opened his wings and upon seeing Cyno, he brought him in. He clung on to him like his life depended on it.

"What's wrong..?" He nervously asked, "No need to tail me though."

Alhaitham blinked and then gave Cyno a small smile. Just his presence made him feel better.

"My book..." he mumbled.

Cyno froze.

"I have something to show you."

Alhaitham wasn't sure he liked this.

"I won't let this dragon any longer." He attempted to lighten the mood, but Alhaitham’s tail just started swishing back in forth nervously.

He picked up the book he had brought.

It was his. The one his grandmother gifted him.

"I fireproofed it." Cyno explained, "It took some trial and error, but I am Spantamad graduate."

Alhaitham held it in his hands.

He gently placed it on his desk before kissing Cyno.

"Sorry... I just..." Alhaitham shrunk back, uncharacteristically nervous.

A blush was on both of their faces.

Cyno smiled, a familar smirk when he cane up with a pun, "Well, I can't tail a lie to you."

Alhaitham held his breath.

"I treasure you."

Alhaitham embraced him.

"Thank you." He spoke softly, "I love you."

In that moment, he realized that while he thought his hoard had been his treasure, it wasn't. He would trade anything and everything for Cyno.

But he didn't have to.

Alhaitham smiled to himself and together they put the books on the shelves.

And on his desk lay two books, both well loved.

[wing-ed-thing]

Mutilated (Sasori x UndergroundDoc!Reader) Part I

Synopsis: Sasori get gravely injured in the early days of his and Deidara's partnership. Luckily, the Akatsuki have a roster of resources to help in case of emergencies. During his stay at your underground clinic, Sasori gets a bit more invested than he intended.

Word Count: 5.6k

Tags/Warnings: Underground Doctor Reader, No Reader Pronouns, Younger!Sasori, Timeline Liberties, Canon-Typical Body Horror, Fake Medical Talk, Kinda Fake Engineering Talk, Prosthetics, Minor Original Characters

Notes: Sometimes, I like to think about if the Akatsuki were treated like One Piece villains. When they're not in the main plot they just go off and became small-town heroes somewhere.

Deidara knelt away from the airstream, holding Sasori’s unconscious form on his back. His blond hair whipped around his face as the wind rushed in his ears, keeping his scope trained on the city below for a place to land. The buildings were packed together. The clouds were thick, and while they provided excellent cover for Deidara’s clay, winged beast, the absence of a moon only proved to impede his landing strategy. 

The giant bird descended, flying quietly among the tall fixtures of the village. Without proper light, the obstructions only became visible as Deidara grew near. Deidara’s bird managed to maneuver them all, artfully dodging tall buildings, statues, and poles with limber aerial acrobatics. 

When it finally grew as close as possible to the ground, Deidara dropped between the buildings with Sasori on his shoulders, landing in a kneeling position as the winged creation swooped back up and out of sight. 

Sasori groaned, causing Deidara to tilt his head to look over his shoulder. Sasori’s eyes were still closed, the slightest bit of tension collected on his furrowed brow. Deidara clutched a small paper between his fingers, holding it up to his face as he tried to reread it in the dimness. He brushed the pad of his finger over it, hoping to get an idea of the writing from the deep pen indentation. 

And in one last moment of deliberation, Deidara hooked his arms around Sasori’s legs and ran off into the night in search of a doctor to help his injured partner.

The streets were empty, and the night would have been still if it weren’t for the wandering searchlights that periodically swept across the roads. Deidara ducked around a corner, squatting by a dumpster as the bright circle of light paced across the road before disappearing at the other end of the street. 

Deidara dashed across, scurrying through the maze of alleyways between buildings with the note clutched in his hand. He kept his eyes on the hanging signs above his head. He rushed past a few circular ones, perhaps a few rectangles, as they wavered in the slight breeze of the night. Those businesses had closed hours before the sun had set.

He took a turn, ducking down next to a compilation of scrapped palette boards as another beam of light flickered across the ground. Lost in the darkness, Deidara had no idea how he managed to stumble upon the oddly shaped sign that hung over a dip in the alley. He could barely distinguish the shape of a snake, the head and the tail hanging by two thick chains connected to a metal rod.

Deidara looked again at the paper, but it was too dark to read. But as the searchlights flashed overhead, Deidara took the leap, descending the steep stairs into the ground where the darkness only deepened. 

A solid mass smacked him in the forehead, his grunt of pain all that seemed to exist in the void. He leaned forward, unhooking an arm from Sasori’s leg to grope around in the shadows. It was a door, a wooden one, and with a few more taps, he managed to find a wobbly doorknob. Deidara turned it, only to smack into the unmoving door again as the knob spun, rattling in the socket with little resistance. Sasori began to slip. Deidara smushed his cheek against the solid wood of the door, fidgeting as he tried to adjust his partner. 

“For being splinters and string, you sure are fuckin’ heavy,” Deidara muttered as he tried again at the knob. Pushing the handle inward seemed to do the trick as he stumbled forward, barely catching himself before the door creaked shut behind him. 

The room was pitch black, even darker than the moonless night outside. Deidara heaved a steady breath, eyes scanning his surroundings for a hint of anything. He fiddled with his scope; sure enough, the green night vision revealed a long hallway before him. Deidara blew a few strands of hair away from his face. They settled back where they had just been. 

“Okay,” he muttered, adjusting Sasori again on his back. “We’re gonna find someone to put you back together again, hm, Humpty Dumpty? Then you owe me big time for makin’ us have to come to a place like this.” 

He started down the hall, and the sound of water rushing through pipes resounded all around, reverberating off the cement walls. He could hear his footsteps and labored breathing as he traveled deeper into the abyss. The single pathway turned into a stairwell, the rusting metal clambering under his step as he nearly tumbled down the two flights. 

Deidara traveled through the cement labyrinth for what felt like hours with nothing to go off of other than the sound of trickling water. His scope showed half battery in the corner of his vision as he took random turns, each hall almost identical to the last. It was cold cement in front and an incomprehensive abyss of darkness behind him. 

Deidara pressed on, running down the halls quicker, turning the corners more sharply as he ran deeper and deeper into the underground network. He had gone too far to turn back now.

His efforts seemed to pay off. Just as the battery of his scope lost another bar of health, he found himself standing in front of another wooden door. The same snake sign hung above this one, the same thick chains connected to the head and tail like the talons of a hawk lifting it into the sky. Deidara adjusted Sasori on his back once more, and with frustration-fueled determination, he kicked down the door. 

The wood flew forward, knocking against a metal railing before tumbling halfway down a set of steel steps. Light flooded into Deidara’s scope, causing him to recoil and move swiftly to turn it off. He looked back into the large room, his eyes adjusting to the warm lantern light. Harsh shadows swiped across his face as he moved to the top of the staircase, the startled people below looking up at him warily. A mother collected her sick child in her arms, already backing toward the opposite exit. 

“Yo!” he exclaimed, kicking his foot onto the lower railing. His brow was furrowed with tension, and his clenched jaw betrayed his cocky smile. “We need the Doc!” Deidara bit the length of torn cloth that hung from Sasori’s shoulder, proudly displaying the red clouds of the Akatsuki organization from his lips. 

You had scrambled from your makeshift office on the ground, staring up at the sight as your breath hitched in your throat. 

“Mercenaries,” you mumbled to yourself. “I should have known.”

“A little help over here!” Deidara called, and you stormed out from under the balcony to make your approach.

“Second room to your right!” you called, and someone threw your medical bag toward you. You caught it without having to look. Deidara turned to his left, despite the railing in his way and lack of platform. “Your other right! And you better have brought quite the sum of cash if you’re bargaining in here and breaking things in my clinic!”

Deidara found the room as you reached the top of the steps. He left a trail of blood in his wake. You made wordless eye contact with a member of your community who had been leaning against the railing just outside the exam room. As a doctor caring for the underprivileged people in your city, they held you in high regard. 

“Go into the Warren and make sure this idiot didn’t leave a trail straight here.” 

She nodded, departing past a few people already working on fixing the broken-in door. 

“Don’t worry, Doc, Kakuzu will shell out for anything your little heart desires.” Deidara laid Sasori down on the table as you entered. 

“I’m sure he would be thrilled to hear you say that,” you scoffed, washing your hands. 

You pushed a few trays of supplies forward. Deidara had no idea what any of them did but considered them to look more like torture tools than medical devices. He tore away Sasori’s robe, balling the blood-soaked fabric in his hands and throwing it into the corner of the room. 

But you didn’t have time to scold him for dirtying your sterile exam room. If you were less composed, your hand might have shot to your mouth in disgust and horror at the sight of Sasori’s shirtless form. You had seen many things during your time in the medical field: stab wounds, projectile wounds, amputations, and raging infections. And yet…

“What the hell happened to him?” Your voice nearly cracked as you immediately put on a pair of gloves. 

“Sword to the liver?” Deidara shrugged, his nonchalant attitude making you stop in your tracks. All of your disbelief manifested in one slow blink. 

“Are you fucking kidding me—?” You shooed him toward the door as you hurried about your little room, pulling all the supplies you’d need for a no doubt lengthy procedure. Even with your complex knowledge of medical ninjutsu, liver damage wasn’t anything to stick your nose up at. “And what about the rest of him?” You adjusted the mask on your face with your shoulder. 

“Eh?” Deidara sounded rudely, cheek scrunched against the lower part of his eye as his nose wrinkled. 

Your eyes darted across Sasori’s body, holding a surgical towel over his side wound as it bubbled with blood.

The man didn’t have any limbs. 

At least not true limbs, nor any prosthetic you had ever seen. All of them appeared to be wooden. The left had been damaged, leaving everything below the elbow missing. You had seen prosthetics before. Hell, you had a good friend who made them for your patients, but these were not prosthetics. 

The joints where the wood met the body were covered with flesh, perfectly soldered to the torso. You could see the intricate network of veins through his pale skin; all inflamed in a mutilated mess of blood, flesh, and wood. His condition was critical, although his partner didn’t seem to understand that. 

“So, can you fix him or not?” Deidara asked from behind you. His footsteps grew nearer. 

“Out!” You turned, pointing toward the door. He tried to protest. “Out!”

With all further distractions out of the way, you began your work. 

***

Sasori awoke about a day later after the exhaustion of a good chunk of your chakra and a few hours of your labor. The ambient noise from the large room rattled around in his pounding skull, his muscles aching as he sat himself up on the cot under him. 

He had been moved from the makeshift exam room upstairs to a cot in the open on the main level, not that he remembered. Two different colored curtains on rusty wheels provided flimsy walls around him. Sasori glanced up at the cement ceiling, making accidental eye contact with various loitering patients staring down from the metal balcony above. He twisted his neck to the side, allowing an audible crack to pop from his joints. Only when he moved to brush over the thick bandages on his torso did he notice the bundle of splinters his forearm had been reduced to. 

“That’s not a kekkei genkai.” You appeared in front of Sasori’s cot, hands tucked in the pockets of your white coat. You didn’t bother hiding your blatant staring as you studied his wooden limbs. Sasori collapsed from his palm to his elbow, fighting back the flinch that scrunched the skin around his eyes. You looked him up and down from where you stood. “What the hell did you do to yourself?”

“Fuck off.”

“That’s no way to talk to someone who just saved your sorry ass.” With three long strides, you moved to the side of Sasori’s cot, placing a palm between his collarbones and pushing him back down against the pillow. Sasori couldn’t help the grunt that escaped his chest as the wound on his side suddenly stretched. 

“Arhg!” Sasori glared at you from behind, squinted eyes, groaning and cursing from behind clenched teeth. You stared at him from above with disdain. You frowned, letting the choice insults roll off your indifferent demeanor. 

“Where do you think you’re going?” Sasori struggled against you for a moment before he sank into the white sheets in exhaustion. Color drained from his face, leaving him even paler than his complexion usually was. 

“Deidara!” Sasori barked with a snarl. His voice rang out, bouncing across the high ceiling. He moved to sit up again, only to be slammed back down once more. 

“Your partner is busy. Lay back down, or I’ll knock you out myself. I’m not here to catch an attitude.” Sasori huffed, breathing shallowly as his head began to spin. “You need your bandages changed. Or if you insist on being difficult, I can throw you out into the Warren. I’m sure the rats will appreciate eating you from the inside out starting here.”

You pressed down on a section of his bandages, causing a guttural howl to escape his throat. Sasori didn’t acknowledge your threats, dizziness warping his vision. You snapped your fingers in front of his face, but he didn’t appear to respond. You fiddled with something under his cot to Sasori’s left, causing the upper section to decline slightly back. He didn’t fight you as you worked methodically at his bandages, not that he probably could. 

His vision had turned to static, the prickling sensation extending down his numb face to his shoulders. The nerves that connected his flesh to his wood parts tingled and popped, leaving him sore around the circumference of his artificial limbs. 

Your hands were cold as they worked across his torso. He could feel his muscle tissue being stitched together with chakra, leaving an itching sensation in its wake. 

You had him cleaned up and rewrapped just as the dizziness began to fade. Appearing over him, a blue aura radiated from the palm you held over his forehead. 

“That feels much better, doesn’t it?” Sasori blinked as you withdrew. His breathing had returned to normal, and as you popped the cot back to standard elevation, he hardly felt a tugging at his wound. His muscles were sore, but the pain had faded. “I have never seen prosthetics like these before.” You traced the seam where the wood met skin. Sasori shivered. “Were you injured in one of the bombings?”

“They aren’t prosthetics,” Sasori said, brushing you off. He held his right arm up, watching the wooden joints as he flexed his knuckles. “They’re my art. I didn’t lose anything anywhere.” He peered at you from between his fingers. 

“You did this to yourself?” 

Sasori propped up on his elbow with a deep frown. Unlike last time, you didn’t try to stop him. 

“I detest what you’re insinuating,” he sneered. Sasori managed to support himself on his palm before he collapsed against the pillow at his back. He could just barely get himself into a sitting position. You didn’t bother to help. “Like a medic who lives in a cave has any right to criticize my craft.”

“Doctor,” you corrected, receiving a scoff in return. “I would have thought that with your level of medical ninjutsu, you could have done the patchwork yourself.” You trailed off, distracted as Deidara ran across the other side of the room with a restocking of sterile bandages. Sasori squinted from his bed, wondering if he had seen his partner correctly. “Overall, I’d say it was good that the kid brought you here. No matter your skill, self-operation would have been quite the undertaking.”

Deidara appeared on the upper balcony with a rag in one hand and a bottle of cleaning spray in the other. He wiped down the railings. 

“He’s working harder than he ever has in the Akatsuki, that’s for sure,” Sasori muttered. He shifted to take the strain off of his tender wound. “Maybe you should keep him.” You let out a shallow chuckle, holding up your hand with a shake of your head. 

“Oh, no, you Akatsuki boys can keep to your own. We already have enough dogs sniffing around this city without you all making a ruckus.” You sat at the foot of the bed, the both of you lost in watching Deidara clean upstairs. You hummed to yourself, turning to glance at Sasori. “You’re sure recruiting them young, huh?”

“I didn’t recruit him at all.”

“Ah, so that’s why you’re trying to pawn him off.” You sighed, and with a slight heave, you stood. With a roll of your shoulders, you stretched, surveying the room. “You should get him out of here quickly once you feel better.” You turned to face him with hands in your pockets. “People don’t take kindly to bombers around here. I’ll check on you sometime tomorrow.” 

***

Sasori took the day to mend his arm with a rare disregard for time. He dislodged the ball socket from his bicep before opening one of his scrolls for spare parts. A white puff of smoke materialized over the marking labeled “left arm,” and with a bit of tinkering, he managed to isolate just the hand and the forearm. The extra bicep was sealed back into the scroll. 

The new forearm and hand were lighter in color compared to the battle-worn part they were replacing, but the replacement limb clicked into place without fuss. Sasori was still tightening the joint when two new patients entered the clinic. He could hear you speaking to them from your office, which consisted of little more than a cluttered desk and a few thin metal panels. 

“You just missed him. Shig left yesterday for Rain country,” you said. Your voice was muffled, but Sasori could just make out your words from across the room. 

“Is there anything you could do for her? She can’t even walk. Her legs are giving out on her,” another voice pleaded earnestly through the thin walls. 

“I’m sorry; I wish there was something I could do to help, but that’s just not my field of expertise. The best I can do is let you know when Shig is back.”

“Doctor, please. If she lost her legs again, I—” The second voice’s breath hitched. Light shuffling sounded from your office before Sasori heard a sniffle. —“With everything going on, I just… She can’t make it down the evacuation route. Please, Doctor, they’ve already taken so much from us.”

Sasori perked up as the second voice grew softer. He slowly rose from his bed, crossing the large room on bare feet as he listened closer. 

“Believe me, I understand what the stakes are. My heart goes out to you, and if I could help, I would, but that doesn’t change the fact that I simply don’t know how to fix this. If you’d like to pack some things from the surface, you’re welcome to stay in the Warren until Shig’s return.”

Sasori stopped in front of your office, paying no mind to the other patients in beds despite their gruesome burn scars. He stared at the door, listening to the conversation behind it. 

A metallic click sounded to Sasori’s left, and instinctively, he pivoted into a battle stance, fingertips already spinning chakra threads as he heard a soft thump. But no enemy was to be found. Instead, a young girl cowered on the floor.

Her legs consisted of a dark wood supported by small metal pieces. Or her legs would have been supported by small metal pieces if they weren’t hanging loosely from her knee joints. One appeared worse than the other, as if someone tried to fix them but only served to break the parts further. 

Her eyes widened at the very sight of Sasori, eyes glued to the seam where his torso met his arms. A little gasp escaped her as she tried to stand, but her legs gave out. Sasori frowned; he could see the problem. She scooted back, no doubt at Sasori’s deep scowl and grotesque appearance. 

“You should really know how to fix those things yourself,” he spat, eyes glued to the busted parts of the hastily made joints. If he had to give this Shig character credit for anything, it was the creativity of the build. A union of metal and wood, the girl’s two legs looked more akin to two artisan clocks than a simple and functional prosthetic. The designs were hardly symmetrical, likely because the materials looked like they were dug out of a scrap bin. That was the first issue.

He sighed, squatting down only for the little girl to scoot back. Sasori’s expression sunk in vexation, and the girl’s nervous gulp went unnoticed. 

“You call this art? They’re pitiful.” With a grunt of effort, Sasori sat down on the cold cement floor. The child eyed him skeptically, paralyzed with hesitancy like a groveling deer. 

“Are you Mr. Shig?”

“Hell no.” Sasori’s fingers pressed a few points on his bicep, and the girl watched in disbelief as a panel of Sasori’s wooden skin rose and moved to the side, allowing him to pluck out a small, slender box. Her mouth shut quickly as Sasori’s attention returned to her. He continued to frown, gesturing her toward him as he plucked up a few long tools in his slender fingers. “Do you want your legs fixed or not?”

She approached him warily until she sat with her feet adjacent to Sasori’s waist and her hips next to his knees. Her gaze was glued to Sasori’s own wooden limbs. She paid little mind as Sasori reoriented her legs to face forward, but the broken socket continued to spin. 

He studied the engineering up close. It was unique, nothing like he had ever seen, and most definitely nothing like the standard shinobi-grade prosthetics he had seen in the past, but he could still follow the design. Sasori sat in silence, studying the craftsmanship, and he did not doubt that these makeshift limbs, while they could likely get the job done, were made with thrown-together materials at best. 

“You don’t know how to fix them, do you?” A tiny voice broke Sasori from his deep thinking, much to his disdain. The girl sat up straight at the sight of Sasori’s seething expression. 

“Of course I can fix them,” he snarled, and the child almost jumped. Sasori tugged one of his legs in, tugging one of the girl’s broken ones outward to form a right angle. “You see this? That’s called a nut.” He jiggled one of the loosest parts with his finger. The girl nodded, which, according to Sasori, apparently wasn’t an adequate response. “I want you to say it out loud. This is called a nut.”

“This is called a nut,” she repeated. Sasori hummed in approval, spinning the nut off the bolt before removing the bolt altogether. The girl instinctively lurched forward as a section of her leg weakened.

“This is a bolt.” Sasori tapped the bolt, and with another pointed glare, the girl quickly repeated the word. He didn’t acknowledge her acute panic. Unsure of herself, she repeated his words for the second time.

“That is a bolt.”

Sasori paid little mind, plucking a few items from his little box. He compared them to the size of the existing bolt, placing a few metal pieces back before holding three round items between his thumb and pointer finger. 

“What’s this one?” He gestured to the thicker of the pieces.

“That’s, uh, that one is a nut.”

“Good. This one—” Sasori offered the girl the thinner rings. She held it in her hands, brushing over the smooth surfaces with the pads of her fingers. —“Those are washers.” 

“This one’s a washer,” she repeated with a determined nod. Sasori held his hand out again, and she dropped the washer into his wooden palm. 

“Now, Shig used a bolt that was too big for this joint. Show me the bolt—” The girl pointed at the bolt and received a slight nod. —“And a nut that’s too small. And because this section is made of wood, we’re going to use a washer.” The girl pointed at the washer. Sasori blinked slowly, almost having to collect himself for a second. “Yes, good.”

He placed the washer on the bolt, slotting it back into place. His other hand secured the loose parts of her leg. He held up a second washer and a nut, waving it in front of the girl's face before placing both on the end of the bolt. Sasori gave them a few twirls as they worked down the thread length. The washer dropped to the very end. He gestured toward the half-secured nut, maneuvering his arms out of the way to allow the girl access to the section of leg he was still keeping secured in place.

“You try.” The girl reached down, winding it down until the small nut was secured against the flat wood. “The washer is going to prevent the head of the bolt from digging into the wood. Twist it tight, as tight as you can go.” Sasori reached back into his box to retrieve a small wrench.

“Now repeat after me—” Sasori tightened the bolt. —“‘Only an idiot can’t use a fuckin’ nut and bolt.’” 

“My mom doesn’t let me curse.” 

Sasori looked up from his work with a roll of his eyes. He sighed with a heave of his shoulders. She stared into his honey-colored irises.

“I’m letting you.” He blew a few strands of hair away from his face, nodding with certainty before tinkering again at the inside of the joint. The girl puffed up, gathering courage in her breath as Sasori continued the more intricate repairs. She swiveled her head. 

“Only an idiot can’t use uh— can’t use a f— can’t use a fucking nut and bolt!” she stammered with red cheeks. Sasori didn’t even look up as he offered his hand, and she slammed her hand down across his fingers in victory. 

When you and the girl’s mother exited your office, she was already standing. The two of you stopped in your doorway, exchanging glances as she raved. You tuned it all out, standing at just the angle to make eye contact with Sasori as he sat on his cot. He averted his eyes with a grimace. 

“And Mom! They don’t even squeak anymore! They’re all fixed because only an idiot can’t use a fucking nut and bolt!”

“Reiko!”

***

He thought you’d approach him after the pair left, and Sasori always had a strong intuition.

“Assassins are teaching little kids curse words nowadays?” you mused, a hint of a laugh lacing your voice. Sasori’s closed eyes fluttered open to look at you before closing again. He shifted on his bed, hands nestled behind his head. You were staring up at the door, thumbs looped in the pockets of your jacket. “Is that why you got stuck with the blond kid?”

“I have no idea what you’re talking about.” 

Sasori refused to look at you, instead tinkering away at something under his artificial skin. Several panels rose from his arm, alternating up and down like waves before settling back into his shoulder. He thought that if he ignored you, you would leave, but you stood at the edge of his parallel curtains, simply watching him as he worked. 

Sasori spared a few glances toward you, careful not to meet your gaze. He observed you from his peripheral like an animal, withdrawn and cautious. You didn’t seem to share his tension as you loitered, not even hiding your interest as you watched Sasori tinker. The silence passed for a moment. A low rumble of footsteps and mutterings bounced off the high ceiling. 

“Can I help you?”

“You did a nice thing.” 

Sasori made the mistake of looking up. 

“I have no idea what you’re talking about,” he repeated. His eyes flickered back up to your face, his expression drooping at your indifferent demeanor. Sasori huffed, shifting to let one leg hang over the side of his bed. “Are you here to heal me or stare at me all day like some circus freak?”

“Have you ever considered making prosthetics?” 

“Tch, you’re annoying.” Before you could retort, Sasori stood up on his cot, the crosssections under the thin sheets popping as chakra threads manifested at his fingertips. They wrapped around the upper railing, and you gaped, stepping forward as he shot up to land expertly on the balcony.

“You better not reopen anything!” You instinctively stepped forward. The catwalk creaked, clamoring metallically as Sasori strode toward the back exit. You backed up a few steps.

“It’s a good thing there’s a doctor in the room.”

He had just settled into a corner against the wall when you appeared at the top of the stairs. Sasori heaved a deep sigh, taking his time standing as you rushed up to him. 

“Are you always this awkward when you do good things?”

“Jeez, you ask a lot of questions.” Sasori walked briskly down the length of the balcony, and you followed. 

“I’m a doctor. I’d say having an inquisitive nature is a positive.”

“Is that what you call it?” Sasori stopped short, realizing suddenly that the metal walkway didn’t wrap around the room. Instead, one stairwell connected a balcony to the front entrance, and another connected a separate balcony to the back entrance. He pretended not to notice, leaning on the railing and observing the room from above. 

Sasori could see all the patients in their makeshift rooms, all in much worse condition than he was. Some milled around the lower floor, hobbling on makeshift crutches and wrapped in bandages. An overwhelming amount of patients had one thing in common.

“What happened to them?” he asked. His eyes darted from person to person, counting how many lost arms, legs, and eyes before turning to you suddenly.

“We’ve had a serial bomber in the city for quite some time.” Your voice was soft and somber as you stood next to him. You almost melted, shoulders slumping as your chest rose steadily. You leaned forward, gazing out over the room, and Sasori watched, mesmerized by your body language as you tucked a few strands of hair behind your ear. “A lot of these people are poor and underprivileged. When they get caught up in the blasts, there’s no one to take care of them, so they come here.”

You shrugged, nodding at him a few times. Sasori frowned.

“Why?” 

You looked at him in confusion as he studied your face. You watched his eyes dart over your features, taking in every fold, tick, and pore. 

“Why do they come here?” you questioned, glancing to your left and right before meeting Sasori’s eye. Were you missing something? Sasori’s expression didn’t change one bit. He simply stared, searching. You took a breath, choosing your words with a hum. “They don’t get adequate care in this sector—”

“Why do they come here?” Sasori leaned forward, his eyes unyielding. Judging. You drummed your fingers on the railing, looking back down at your room full of patients. You let out another sigh.

“You’re passing through. I highly doubt you’re all that interested in the politics of a country that barely makes it on the map.”

“I’ll be the judge of that,” Sasori interjected harshly, evident impatience adding force to his tone. You shook your head slowly in defeat. You had given him the disclaimer. 

“Well, it’s very simple; people hate the poor…!” You almost laughed, the truth sounding silly in the way it fell from your lips. Your smile faded into a bitter look, and you shook your head again. “For a very long time, you had to make a certain amount of income to vote. It took a lot of fighting for the Senate to balance out like it has, but some members of the old party have resorted to underhanded preventative measures to keep this sector from the polls. I guess that’s the skinny of it.” 

“The girl and her mother?” You turned to gauge Sasori’s reaction again, but he had none. He stared blankly at the patients who rested and milled around on the lower floor. 

“They weren’t even trying to vote. Just… wrong place at the wrong time.”

“I see…” Sasori mumbled but said nothing more. He looked bored, and it made you wonder why he bothered to ask, given his clear indifference.

“Look—” You began again, turning to him with your hand splayed across your chest. —“I know it might not matter much to you, but I believe that everyone has a right to make decisions about the country they’re living in and have access to healthcare. Especially when their government is bombing them left and right; that’s why they come here. That’s why I’m a doctor.”

Sasori remained silent, thinking to himself for a moment. He turned toward you, shoulders somewhat squared with a huff. Sasori took a half step toward you with one hand on the railing as he cocked his head toward you.

“Heal me the rest of the way. I want to get out of here tonight.” 

He brushed past you, heading toward the stairs. 

“I have other places to be, you know. You can’t just make demands—” You stopped short at the sight of Sasori’s severe scowl and menacing expression. You clenched your teeth, the tip of your nose wrinkling. —“Fine. Whatever. I have other patients, and I’ll charge your organization double for your treatment.” 

You stormed forward and down to the lower level as Sasori watched you carefully.

Thank you to all who liked, reblogged, followed, and supported. Your support means so much and is greatly appreciated.

Notes: I will say, writing the Sasori and Deidara partnership during a timeline where Deidara is 14 and Sasori hasn't completed his puppet body is a guilty pleasure of mine. Maybe someday I'll finish that Sasori x Witch!Reader series.

[crypticjackal13]

hi can I request a macaque, monkey king, Nezha, spider queen and Chang’E separatedly x transmac austictic reader

like reader is loving towards everyone and also chaotic plus they sometimes do crazy stuff like for example if there at a zoo and they see a animal they like for example a tiger they will stop what there doing and they will literally climb the bar wall and be with the tiger and start doing tiger noises as the tiger and the tiger replies back and start being affectionately towards reader as then macaque, monkey king, Nezha, spider queen and Chang’E noticed there gone and sees reader where they are with the wild animal and they will start panicking and will get them out of there and start scolding them as reader then start tearing up they will stop scolding them and try to comfort them and telling him that they where worried and the rest you can do what you want I don’t mind if you change it

Ngl I had a stroke trying to read this but yup I got the general premise! Also props to you for being my first spider queen request :)) I love her sm! I'm gonna do my best! I ran with the tiger idea ngl

SWK, MACAQUE, NEZHA, SPIDER QUEEN, AND CHANG'E x Transmasc!Autistic!Reader Headcanons!

Pronouns: he/him

CW: mmm I don't think there's any?? Comment if yes

Macaque - between the two of you he definitely has the brain cell. He was excited to go to the zoo with you, especially after seeing how pumped up you were to see the tigers. He got the tickets and you two made your way over. Now, he’s got many ways of keeping track of you—being in your shadow, clones, or even just holding your hands—but he chose to use none of those. So when he turned around to look at you after checking out a different animal and you were GONE, panic mode set in. It’s too crowded for him to use his six ears, so he resorts to just running around until he sees you with the tigers. As fast as he can he gets you out of there and takes you to the side. He’s scolding you, telling you that you can’t just do that, but when he sees you starting to tear up he feels bad and reassures you that he’s not upset or anything. He’s just happy you’re safe, now please go wash your hands he SAW you smushing the tiger’s face after it ate—

SWK - this man is the same way with the monkeys. When you two went to the zoo, he stopped and made noises at the monkeys(and you got bored of their conversation so obviously you just wandered off…). He freaks out a bit when you disappeared, but thankfully you weren’t super far away. Not gonna lie, he’d probably let you have your fun with the tigers for a bit—but then it’s go time and he gets you out of there. He doesn’t “scold” you, but he does gently explain that you should at least give him a heads up next time so he can at least help you jump the fence! He’s laid back and honestly I HC him as neurodivergent so he’d vibe really well with you. 

Nezha - SIR PLEASE YOU WILL GIVE THIS MAN A HEART ATTACK (/lh)! Likes going out with you when you’re feeling up for it because he’s got a lot of cool knowledge stowed away in his brain that he can share. However he doesn’t like it as much when he has to use his magic ribbon first as a lasso to get you out of the enclosure but then as a leash to keep you close for the rest of the zoo visit. He half-drags you along to the bathrooms to help you clean yourself up, all while telling you the various ways that could have ended badly. But his demeanor changes when he sees the oncoming storm of emotions in your face. He would hate to upset you. So he stops, sits down with you, and reassures you that it’s okay, but you can’t do that. He values safety over ANYTHING else, so don’t blame him too hard for wanting you to stick by his side. 

Spider Queen - You’re treated like royalty by default because you’re her lovely significant other. Naturally a zoo trip is something she’d love to do with you! Her boys will most likely tag along as well, but they’re gonna go do their own thing while you two enjoy some time together! She cares about you a great deal, and is asking every few exhibits if you’re having a good time, do you need anything, it’s not too warm right? She thought she had your hand in hers, but when you simply aren’t there, she panics a bit, and calls the boys to tell them to help look for you. When all of them report that yup, you’re chilling with the tigers—no, like IN THE CAGE WITH THE TIGERS—she is there in a FLASH. You’re out of the cage and in her arms in seconds. She’s searching first for wounds and then giving you a mini-lecture. But she stops as soon as she sees your eyes glaze over. She gives you a little space and then has you take some breaths with her. No, she’s not mad, if anything she’s impressed. Just glad you’re okay!

Chang’e - (she was in like 1 episode so take everything here with a grain of salt) super sweet and it shows!! A trip to the zoo with you is the perfect fun date so she can take a break from her show for a while. Loves how much you like the animals, and she gives some of her own input as well! Out of the characters so far she’s the most likely to remain calm when she sees you with the tigers. Helps you out on your own time—clearly it wasn’t an accident you got in there, and you’re not in any immediate danger, so what’s the rush? Once you’re out, she has you clean up and just reminds you that you should try and admire from a distance sometimes. Then you two go sit down and eat some lunch that she prepared for you guys in advance <3

[foreverinthepagesofhistory]

Poor Cousin Ella (CHAPTER 1)

Summary: Fan Fiction about the last weeks of Princess Elisabeth of Hesse.

Characters: Princess Elisabeth of Hesse, Grand duke Ernst Louis of Hesse, Tsar Nicholas II of Russia, Tsarina Alexandra Feodorovna of Russia, Grand Duchess Olga Nikolaevna of Russia, Grand Duchess Tatiana Nikolaevna of Russia, Grand Duchess Maria Nikolaevna of Russia, Grand Duchess Anastasia Nikolaevna of Russia, Lilian Wilson (Elisabeth’s nanny), Margaretta Eagar (OTMA’s nanny)

Ratings: everyone

“Papa, Papa, are we there yet?” Ella asked excitedly.

“Not yet darling” Ernie said affectionately to his daughter. “We will be there in just under an hour.”

The two of them (plus the imperial staff of course) were on a train to Skierniewice Poland to finish off their autumn holiday with their Romanov cousins.

Before they left Wolfsgarten, little Elisabeth was begging her Uncle Nicky to let his daughters ride in her train, but Nicky held a firm no.

Not a second went by without Ella asking if they were there yet.

“Why didn’t Uncle Nicky and Aunt Alix let Olga and Tatiana ride with us?” Ella asked her father. 

“Because they didn’t want the staff’s ears to blow off hearing three little girlies talk talk talk away.” Ernie said sarcastically.

“But father, I’m sure we wouldn’t be that loud!” The little eight year old still didn’t understand her father’s silly jokes.

“Come here Ella.” The two embraced in a tight hug.

“I’m sure next time, when you’re a little bit older, your uncle will let you three ride together.” 

If there would even be a next time.

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“Look Papa I see Olga!” Ella screamed.

Their train was just coming to a halt at the train station. Nicky and Alix got there before Ella and Ernie so they were already on the platform.

Ella ran to the door from her spot at the window and was trying so hard to open the locked door. 

She was desperate to see her cousins.

“That door is locked Princess” one of the footman said to her.

“Why would they keep it locked if my cousins are out there and I am in here?” Ella asked.

The footman chuckled.

“Well we wouldn’t want you falling out would we.” He managed to get a little smile out of the Princess.

Ernie walked over to the two along with Ella’s nanny Miss Wilson.

“Ella I’m sure if you asked nicely then he would kindly open the door for you” Miss. W said with a smile.

Ella gave her nanny a funny look, and then gave the same look to her amused father.

“Mr. Footman would you please open the door for me so I could see my cousins?” Ella asked.

“Of course Princess.” The footman said with an smile.

He unlocked the door gently and let the little one through.

“OLGA TATIANA!” Ella yelled happily as she scampered off of the train.

“She really is what people call her, ‘Princess Sunshine.’ The footman said kindly to Ernie.

“Yes she really is.”

Ernie and Miss. W stepped off of the train to go reel in the little Princess who was already smothering her cousins with hugs

“ELLA!!” Olga and Tatiana yelled as they ran to see their cousin.

The three girls hugged each other like they never hugged before, even when just days ago they were playing in Ella’s playhouse together.

“Olya make woom fow me” little Maria said as she smushed into the hug.

“Ernie, our girls are practically like sisters!” Nicky exclaimed as he walked over to him. 

“Nicky don’t give them any ideas” Alix laughed. “Ernie, I hope your train was well.”

“Oh Alix it was splendid!” The two hugged.

When the little children stopped hugging, Ella asked “where is my Tiny Cousin?”

Ella noticed that her Auntie Alix wasn’t holding little Anastasia so she was worried. In Ella’s eyes, their little group wasn’t complete without little Anastasie. 

“Ella come, she is with Miss Eagar” Tatiana said as she led Ella to where they were sitting. 

“Tiny Cousin!” Ella exclaimed happily!

Miss Eagar let the little two year old run to her cousin.

“Ewwa!” Little Anastasia said as she ran to her cousin.

Tatiana motioned Olga and Maria to come over, and before anyone knew it, the girls were back to their usual talk about castles and fairies.

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The little girlies and their nannies rode in a carriage to Skierniewice while Ernie Nicky and Alix rode in a seperate one.

The girls couldn’t stop talking to each other, as always.

“Ella we prepared a nice little room for you next to ours” Olga stated. “We put nice little things in there for you”

“I put in a dolly!” Maria said proudly.

“Mama hung up some of the drawings we did in Wolfsgarten too!” Tatiana shouted.

“I brought some things for you guys too!” Ella said gleefully.

Ella was thinking about her little box full of treasures that she brought for Tatiana. They were going to have so much fun with it!

Little Anastasia was struggling to keep up with the other girls obsessive chatter.

“ELLA….” She yelled and everyone paused to hear her

“I….I..I love pwaying togever.” The little one said with a smirk.

“Oh Tiny Cousin” Ella got up from her seat with the older girls and joined Anastasia. “There will be plenty of time for us to play together.”

Ella hugged the little one.

“Maybe even at night time.” Ella whispered sneakily which made Anastasia laugh.

Miss. W managed to hear the little whisper and gave Ella one of those looks that immediately made her shut up.

“We aren’t going to do anything naughty Miss. W, right guys?”

Olga and Tatiana looked confused but nodded silently.

“But Ella, Papa said that it was okay to be naughty sometimes!” Maria shouted.

Olga elbowed her little sister in the ribs.

That was when Miss. Eagar intervened.

“Oh Maria don’t you worry, you can always be silly but not naughty. Bad things happen when we are naughty.”

“Okay” Maria said solemnly.

“But we are allowed to have fun right?” Tatiana asked?

“Of course my darling.” Miss Eagar said. “Have as much fun as you want.”

The girls all looked at each other and laughed hysterically for absolutely no reason at all, just to have fun.

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I hope you guys had fun reading this! Don’t expect me to publish chapter 2 for awhile because I’m not the quickest writer, but i promise i will make it good! Thank you!

[cursed-elo-images]

Chapter 5: Nightrider

Suddenly, the plane transformed into a rocket!

"MELVYN WHAT DID YOU DO???" Hugh asked, exasperated.

"HUGH I DO NOT KNOW!!!" Melvyn screamed back.

"DID YOU ACCIDENTALLY HIT SOME BUTTON OR SOMETHING MATE???"

"UHHH I COULD HAVE SWORN I PUSHED ONE WITH THE SIDE OF MY RIGHT LEG WHEN I JUMPED INTO THE COCKPIT!!!"

"GREAT!!! JUST GREAT!!!" Hugh barked.

"IT WAS AN ACCIDENT. *huff* AN ACCIDEEEEEEENT!!!"

"WELL I DON'T CARE!!!" Hugh yelled back, incredibly furious.

"PLEASE!!! I DIDN'T DO ANYTHING WRONG!!!" Melvyn pleaded.

Hugh ignored Melvyn's cries and tried searching for the button that was pushed.

"Oh no!!! I see now! This button, near the bottom of the cockpit on the right, was pushed! Look! It's glowing purple! It used to be gray since there was no light, because when I got into the cockpit for the first time, I did notice it! It wasn't in a group of buttons like all the others—it was all by itself! And now I know why!!! Because it turns the plane into a rocket when pushed...?" Hugh said, his sentences running together because he was so scared and confused.

"WHAT??? I AM AFRAID THAT I CANNOT UNDERSTAND WHAT YOU'RE SAYING HUUUUGH!!!" Melvyn cried, not understanding his wavering dialogue well because it sounded almost incoherent.

"I SAID: THIS BUTTON BY ITSELF IS GLOWING PURPLE BECAUSE YOU PUSHED IT!!! IT WAS ORIGINALLY GRAY WHEN TURNED OFF AND IT WAS NOT GROUPED WITH ALL THE OTHER BUTTONS IN FRONT OF THE COCKPIT!!! AND THEREFORE IT TURNED THE PLANE INTO A ROCKET!!!" Hugh hollered.

"OHHH... SHOW ME IT!!!"

"GLADLY!!!"

Hugh took Melvyn and smushed his face against the button.

"Oh... it says: 'warning: this is a rocket converter. Do not press unless it is an extreme emergency should one absolutely need to go to space'," Melvyn said, repeating the words above the button.

"Oh no! We're doomed!" Hugh cried, putting his face in his hands.

Melvyn got up and put his hand on the younger cellists's shoulder.

"Hey Hugh—it's okay, I'm sure we'll figure out something..." Melvyn said. Hugh raised his head up.

"You've got to be kidding me... you can't reverse this... because it's for emergencies only..." Hugh replied, almost in tears.

"Oh..." Melvyn replied, suddenly realizing the implications of all of this.

"Oh no... OH NO!!! OHHHHH NOOOOO!!!" Melvyn cried in devastation.

Off screen, as if it was a movie, the Electric Light Orchestra song Nightrider began to play, but the characters didn't notice as it was outside of their consciousness's.

Meanwhile, Shrek, Mik, Farquaad, Monsieur Hood, and the merry men stopped wrestling and got up.

"Wait... what's going on... I thought we were in a plane... and now we're in a rocket?!?!!!?" Shrek asked, disoriented.

"I... I guess so..." Mik replied, shocked and scared.

"No matter! We can still fight you all!" Hood cried, still angry and wanting to fight them.

"Look over there! Those two got their instruments back! We have to stop them! So get out of our way!" cried Farquaad.

"NEVER!!!" Shrek yelled.

Not listening to them, Farquaad, Hood, and the merry men ran off to the cockpit.

"Hey cello lads... give them back to us!!!" Hood  cried.

Hugh, hearing them, twisted his mustache like a stereotypical Vaudeville-esque Dastardly Whiplash villain, as he had an idea on how to stop him. He pushed a button to make the rocket go super fast up in the sky, as they weren't quite in space yet.

This caused them all to fall back and slide down except for Melvyn.

"WAAAAOOOOOOH— WHAT WAS THAT???" Hood cried, shocked from the sudden force of speed knocking him down.

"I don't know... I think it was those pesky orchestra men!" Farquaad replied, grimacing.

"Violin-guy! There they are! Let's get them!" Shrek cried.

Shrek attempted to grab one of the merry men but he failed since they slid down too fast. Shrek began to slide down too.

"OH NO!!! I'm falling too! REMEMBER ME VIOLIN GUY!!!" Shrek cried, scared for his own life.

"Shrek!" Mik cried. He grabbed the ogre's hand and stared deeply into his emerald green eyes with his own sapphire blue eyes. Their eyes locked for a while, their lives flashing before their eyes. Shrek was falling slowly, as was Mik.

"I may not have liked you at first... but I think we actually had a pretty good friendship... even though it was only made like five hours ago... you were actually very kind to me... and you stood up for me when times were tough..."

"Shrek... Thank you so much. I also appreciated our friendship dearly. I don't mind the fact that I befriended an ogre... because ogres are real... and ogres... are awesome..." Mik responded dreamily.

Then all of a sudden, the rocket began to disintegrate...

"AAAAAAAAAH!!!" Little Lad cried, falling past all the others.

"LITTLE LAD!!!" Shrek and Mik cried at once.

Little Lad slipped out of the rocket and randomly a jet pack appeared on his back and he jet packed away... to find somewhere on Earth to land.... As the rocket was in space by now.

"Goodbye everyone... I enjoyed meeting you all!" Little Lad said, waving as he left.

Shrek turned to face Mik as well as the antagonists of this fanfiction.

"Well... that was weird," Shrek said, very weirded out yet relieved Little Lad was alright.

"You know Shrek, I hate you and all... but I have to hand it to you, I agree: that was, in fact, weird. Really weird, even," Farquaad replied, shocked as well. Shrek nodded reluctantly and chuckled.

A male French accented voice yelled.

"AHHHHHH! JACQUE!!! HELP ME!!! I AM FALLING!!!" it cried. It came from one of the merry men, a blonde one to be exact. Just then, a brunette merry man came after him, sliding on his abdomen trying to reach him.

But Jacque the merry man was unsuccessful.

And so the two fell out of the rocket. All of the merry men gradually fell out as well.

Monsieur Hood looked shocked. He couldn't have them be outside without him, could he?

"All my merry men are gone from this ship... and wherever I go... they go... so au revoir... everyone..." he said. He fell out of the rocket and a olive green parachute appeared on him, and he saw that all of his merry men also had parachutes of the same color.

"I knew all twenty of you would be out here waiting for me!" Hood said, with a relieved smile on his face.

"Oh—of course, Monsieur, we would never leave you!" a red headed merry man said.

"Oh, Jean, of course you all wouldn't..." Hood replied back, chuckling.

Back in the disintegrating rocket, Farquaad decided to leave as well.

"Well bye you fools I'm joining the Monsieur because he is the one I need to help me with my plans of conquering the universe!" Farquaad deviously declared. So he slipped out of the rocket and flew away on a scarlet red parachute.

"NOT WITHOUT GETTING THROUGH ME FIRST!!!" Shrek cried angrily. Before he decided to join the others out in space, he noticed Luigi slipping out of the rocket as well.

"WOOOOOAAAH!" he cried. He leaped into space and a leafy green parachute appeared on him.

"What am I doing in this universe? I'm supposed to be helping Princess Daisy defeat Dimentio in another universe—for he's back... and he's not happy!!!" Luigi cried. He blipped out of his universe and moved to the one he was supposed to be in.

Shrek and Mik just stared out into space and then gazed at each other.

"What... was that?" Shrek asked, very confused.

"I have no idea... I think that was the guy my band's bassist mains in Mario Kart Wii..." Mik replied awkwardly as he was just as confused.

"Oh, he's real? Huh, that's a good choice, although I was always the Bowser type of guy myself honestly...anyways! We're getting a smidge off topic. You know I have a horde of antagonists to defeat, right? So you have fun with your band! I'm out, bestie!" Shrek said as he slipped out of the plane. A brown parachute appeared on him as he met the others.

Mik was slipping. The rocket was disintegrating even more... almost all that was left was the area that held the cockpit and the first couple rows and columns of passenger seats.

As Hugh was having an existential crisis and Melvyn was comforting him over the plane not only turning into a rocket but also breaking down and disintegrating, the two were too focused on calming down to see Mik slipping.

"GUYS!!! HELP MEEEE!!!" Mik exclaimed, gripping the remnants of the rocket as hard as he could, his body was flying at this point, and the bottom half of it was in space.

Melvyn and Hugh turned around to see the emerald green-clad man, and their eyes widened and their jaws dropped.

"MIK KAMINSKI!!!" Hugh cried, sweat pouring down his face.

Both he and Melvyn bolted and ran over to Mik. Melvyn grabbed his right hand and Hugh grabbed his left hand, and they pulled him up and got him and moved him to the cockpit.

"A-are you alright, Mik!? Why—we were worried about you, mate!" Hugh asked, his voice shaky.

"Eh... yeah... I'm fine, I guess... I was just scared..." Mik replied, breathless and exasperated.

Relieved, Hugh and Melvyn brought the violinist into a hug.

Unfortunately, the rocket still was disintegrating and it eventually fully disintegrated and disappeared.

And now? The string trio was all alone... floating in space.

"What... just happened..." Hugh said, with a blank facial expression as he was shocked.

"I think we're in the middle of the universe," said Mik.

"OH NO!! THE ROCKET IS GONE AND WE HAVE NOWHERE ELSE TO GO!!!" Melvyn cried, devastated.

Hugh knew that they couldn't do anything, but due to being shocked he looked all around and tried to think of something they could do. He looked  all around the pitch black darkness, with dazzling stars of all colors, mainly white. He happened to see Sanic the hedgehog flying through the universe in the far distance like a shooting star singing "gotta go fast, gotta go fast!" and recoiled, as that scared him.

"What...? This place is so..." he started. The other two looked at him, desparate for him to finish his sentence.

"So... inconceivably confusing and desolate..." came the end of the sentence.

Melvyn started shaking, as he was incredibly nervous and terrified.

"Th-there is nothing to do... and no place to go... a-and we can't go back to Earth... and... we can't go home... and see the others ever again..." Melvyn said, a tear sliding down his face.

Noticing Melvyn being incredibly upset, Hugh got even more worried.

"N-no! Melvyn, it'll be fine! I think! I promise we'll think of something!" Hugh cried, facing Melvyn and grabbed his hands.

Melvyn sniffled.

"B-but... I don't think we even can!" he complained, and started sobbing softly and quietly.

Mik got closer to the two.

"Yeah, Hugh's right, Melvyn. I'm sure we'll think of something... also, I wonder if the others are thinking about us right now..." Mik said, softly, putting a hand on his back, trying to comfort the distraught older cellist.

Funny enough, the others were.

At the house, Bev was standing next to the couch in the living room, with Jeff sitting at the left end of the couch, with Richard on the right end of the couch, and Kelly in the middle of Jeff and Richard.

Jeff was scrolling through his smartphone while Kelly was tapping his right shoulder with a Minecraft creeper plush.

"Hey Jeff—can we play Minecraft tonight? I want to finish exploring this one jungle in this one world of ours in survival mode and I'd like to see if we can tame ocelots so I can have a friend to protect me from all the monsters! And plus it'll help calm you down from our Mario Kart round from this morning!" Kelly asked excitedly.

Jeff scrunched his eyebrows and didn't look at him.

"Ehhh sure, why not? But not now, I have to scroll through my Tumblr first..." Jeff muttered, heavily concentrated on his phone.

"Mmm okay," Kelly said, a little disappointed of the fact that Jeff was a little busy at the moment.

Bev stood there, his arms folded, looking nervous.

"Where's the string trio? Shouldn't they be back by now? They've been gone since this morning!" he exclaimed, slightly upset.

Jeff sighed.

"They're grown adults, just like us, Bev. They can go places at night if they want to. As long as they're not gone for more than a day then I don't see the pr-"

"I know. I know they're grown adults, Jeffrey. I don't care about the fact that they go places at night or if they're gone for a while. I just find it strange that they've been away for almost a day...  not to mention without telling us! Now do you understand my plight?" Bev replied, a little bit irritated.

Jeff sighed again.

"You know... I suppose. I do see the problem, actually. You're right... it is weird that they were gone practically the entire day without telling us... you reckon we should call them?"

"I mean... it's not a bad idea... I guess..." Bev said in a low voice.

Funny enough, coincidentally, Jeff's phone started ringing, his ringtone of Mr. Blue Sky filling the living room with its intense sound.

The context to this was that, back in space, for sometime, Hugh decides to muster up the courage to call Jeff. Did he want to? Yes—it was the only way he and the other two could get help. But also no—he didn't want Jeff to know the three hijacked a plane and that was where they were at this entire time, let alone fly a rocket and be stuck in space. He honestly didn't want to be lectured, as he forgot how many times he's been lectured since he's been lectured so much.

"You know what... I'm going to call Jeff," Hugh said gravely.

"What if he yells at us? I'd hate for us to get into trouble," Mik asked, challenging him as he was nervous.

"I know that, but at this point, I don't care anymore. I literally don't care anymore. Because we deserve it. I should never have gone into that plane, I never knew what I was going to get into. And to be honest? I really want to reverse these actions somehow. But I cannot. And I accept the consequences of what I've done. I really do..." Hugh replied, disappointed with knowing what he did.

Mik didn't say anything, and Melvyn was still crying, his back facing the two.

"Besides, look at him," Hugh added, gesturing over to Melvyn, "it's our fault that he's like this right now, and I'd do anything to cheer him up."

Hearing this, Melvyn turned to the two.

"Then call them. That will cheer me up. I can't stand this right now," he seethed through his sobs, angry and sad all at once.

Feeling guilty, Hugh nervously and reluctantly got out his phone, and dialed Jeff's number.

Meanwhile, at the house, Jeff was surprised to hear his phone ring.

He jumped a bit in shock.

"I swear... sometimes this thing seems like it listens to me, yknow? Creepy..." he said, shuddering.

"Ooo! I wonder who it is—can we look, Jeff?" Kelly said, excitedly. Jeff lowered his phone so that the other three saw the screen.

"Hugh McDowell?!" Kelly exclaimed.

"Oh of course, I should have known it was him..." Jeff said.

"Well, maybe that's a sign that they're on their way home! Hopefully he could tell us what happened all this time..." Bev said, relieved.

"Yeah! I'm glad that he's got ahold of us! Answer it, Jeff!" Kelly exclaimed, very eager to hear what Hugh and the others have to say.

"Alright, alright, alright, alright..." Jeff said, exasperatedly, almost sounding like he was singing their song, Alright, "Just give me a chance and I'll answer him!"

Jeff tapped the green button on his phone and held it up to his ear. Richard, Bev, and Kelly got closer to him so they too could hear the conversation.

"Jeff? Jeff!!! It's us! So what I wanted to say is... that I... w-we... *sniff* *sob* um..." a breathy male London-accented voice came from the other line.

The four looked surprised and disturbed, they didn't expect the voice to sound distressed. They were worried if the recipient was alright.

"Hey, that guy sounded like he was crying!" Kelly exclaimed, surprised and concerned.

"Yes he was. Jeffrey, who even was that?" Bev asked, very confused and nervous.

Jeff put the phone down so the other line couldn't hear him.

"I don't know... the guy sounded like a Londoner..."

"Was that... Hugh?" Bev asked.

"Yeah! Hugh's a Londoner!" Kelly added.

"I... I don't even know. If I'm being honest... it doesn't really sound like him...? It could be-"

"Melvyn! Melvyn's a Londoner too! And now that I think about it: the voice does sound more like Melvyn's!" Kelly exclaimed, unintentionally interrupting Jeff.

The other three gasped.

"Ohhh you might be right, Kelly! But why would he be crying? Especially this time of night not to mention while away from the house and calling me?" Jeff asked.

"I-I don't know Jeffrey, just talk to the guy," Bev said, exasperated and upset.

This whole time the faint voice on the line was still sobbing.

Jeff put his phone back up to his ear.

"Who is this? Melvyn?" Jeff asked.

"Yes... it's me, Melvyn..." Melvyn said, trailing off.

"A-are you okay there Melvyn? Why are you crying?" Jeff replied, getting more concerned by the minute.

"I... I don't..." he started to say, and then while the line was still on, it went quiet, and they heard some incoherent, faint conversations from what sounded like Melvyn and Hugh, but they could not make out what they were saying.

"What the...?" Jeff muttered under his breath.

Meanwhile, on the other line, Hugh took the phone out of Melvyn's hand, as it was his own phone. Melvyn had grabbed it since he was so frantic and upset he couldn't help but talk to Jeff first.

"Why did you do that? I wanted to talk to them first!" Hugh asked, confused and scared.

"I just... *sniff* I'm sorry... I just *sob* I just really wanted to talk to them so that they can help us... I-I'm scared... Hugh... I'm really really scared..." Melvyn replied through his tears, feeling really guilty and awful. Hugh looked down, feeling bad.

"I... I'm sorry, Melvyn. Look, can you please let me talk to them...?" he asked, in a gentler tone.

Melvyn nodded slowly, and reluctantly, and handed the phone to Hugh to which the latter brought it up to his own ear. Melvyn started crying again and leaned on Hugh's shoulder. Hugh wrapped his right arm around him and kept it there, wanting him to calm down.

"Hey guys, it's me, Hugh," he said, nonchalantly.

Jeff sat back a little bit.

"Hey there, Hugh. Jeff here! Are you doing alright mate?" Jeff asked, relieved to have got a hold on him.

"Ehhh... yeah... about that..." Hugh responded, hesitantly.

Jeff was concerned. He blinked and scrunched his eyebrows in worry. The others next to him listened attentively.

"What happened Hugh?" Jeff asked, strained, becoming nervous again. This made Hugh tense up.

"Um... uhhhh... we kind of... have a problem..." he said, awkwardly.

"What do you mean, you guys have a problem?" Jeff asked, bewildered.

Hugh got even more nervous.

"Emmmmmm well... let's just say that Mik, Melvyn, and I... are in a situation that we cannot escape... and we need your help..." Hugh said, shakily,  "which is precisely why I called you by the way."

The other four gasped in shock and horror.

"You're all trapped somewhere!? Hugh, what happened!? Don't beat around the bush... JUST TELL US!!!" Jeff screamed, frustrated and scared all at once.

Hugh sighed, and decided to tell them the full truth.

"Alright... fine. I'll tell you what happened," he said, reluctantly.

"Go on," Bev blurted out.

Hugh sighed and hesitated for a bit and then regained his composure.

"We're... stuck in space..."

Jeff and the others gasped.

"WHAT???" Screamed Kelly.

"Excuse me...!?" asked Bev, weirded out and confused greatly. Richard's face paled.

"You're all stuck in space!??? What have you three done to get yourself in such a position!?" Richard yelled, finally breaking the silence as he was usually silent the entire day.

"Yes, Hugh. Richard is wanting to know how you guys got up there. We all are..." Jeff said, very disturbed by this new information.

"Today I learned: that's actually possible apparently...?" Bev asked, still confused and scared.

"Apparently so..." Kelly replied, shocked so much that he just sat there in stillness.

"Well... I've done a very, very bad thing... everyone..." Hugh said, giggling nervously, the anxiety rising up in him.

"I think we all know that. What was that bad thing, Hugh?" Jeff retorted, angry, scared, and drained all at once.

"I... found a plane..."

"Mm-hm..." said Jeff.

"And... you know how I'm a qualified pilot right?"

"Yes?"

"Well... I decided to fly it and uh..."

"Go on,"

"Mik and Melvyn joined me on a little walk this morning and that's how we found it... so they just... rode in it the entire day as I flew it..."

"Oh no..."

"And then... let me just say, sometime in the late afternoon a lot of guys randomly appeared in the plane and some of them were really awful, awful men. So we were all fighting and wrestling them, and not wanting to fight any longer, I scrambled back to the cockpit as it had been on autopilot and Mel just came up and ran after me and for some reason hit a purple button that was for emergencies only by accident and... and then..."

Jeff couldn't believe his ears. Nor Richard... nor Bev...

Not even the wacky Kelly.

"And then what..." Kelly asked, his attention all on Hugh.

"And then... and then... the plane just turned into a rocket!"

"NUH-UH!!!" cried Bev, loudly, "that's not actually possible, you liar!"

"Bev I swear. I swear this happened..." Hugh pleaded, devastated and still anxious.

Jeff sighed.

"Bev... let the man talk. I can't believe my ears right now either. I don't think any of us can right now. But you must understand that he needs our help... and no matter if the situation is as mundane as possible or as absurd as possible... as human beings... we need to help the string trio... because they're our bandmates... and our friends..." Jeff said, lecturing the drummer.

"Fine..." Bev said, looking down with his arms crossed.

"Sorry about that, Hughie. He's just full of hot air sometimes... anyways... what happened after that?" Jeff asked, trying to comfort the cellist.

Hugh sighed.

"A-and the rocket started disintegrating! And so all the men fell out and were on parachutes and were trying to land back down to Earth! Mik also almost fell out but luckily Melvyn and I saved him. Eventually the entire rocket disintegrated into pieces of nothingness and this is how we're stuck in the middle of the universe, just in our concert clothes..." Hugh replied, satisfied with finishing his lengthy explanation.

"I see," Jeff said, even more shocked.

"How did you get into your concert clothes?" Bev asked.

"Well- I don't know. Our casual clothes just... morphed into our concert clothes before we fought all those weird guys and... we're still wearing them..." Hugh said, still bewildered over how he and the other two were still in their concert clothes.

"Are-" Bev started, about to ask Hugh if he was telling the truth.

"NO, Bev. I am not lying!" Hugh seethed, annoyed with Bev's skepticism. Bev went silent as he was embarrassed. Jeff sighed.

"Well Hugh. I don't know what to think about this. I could yell at you right about now, but I really don't have the heart to, to be honest—for not only am I shocked but I also feel sorry for you all..." Jeff said, analyzing all of this sudden information.

"Don't feel sorry for us. We're fine, we just can't go anywhere. Besides, it's quite peaceful here and I'm glad that those terrible guys aren't messing with us anymore—"

"But we need you guys, Hugh. We are not Electric Light Orchestra without the orchestra!" Bev yelled, interrupting the cellist.

"Yeah! Without you three, we would just be 'Electric Light!' Ha ha... not only that—  you're all our friends, we can't just leave you all hanging there!" Kelly added.

"Yes, everyone. But—how do we get them back? We don't have any means to go to space, and it's pretty obvious that they cannot just... float back down here or whatever..." Jeff said, trying to be the voice of reason. Bev and Kelly looked at Jeff, crestfallen, and then at each other, and then back at Jeff.

"I mean... I guess he's right, Bev," Kelly said, realizing his error.

Jeff sighed.

"Well, Hugh. I think it's time that I have to go. It's been a pleasure speaking with you and I'm terribly sorry you three are in such a conundrum, mate. I am still awfully angry with you all, don't get me wrong, but I am also sad. Some day I hope we can get you three back, but until then.... Peace out..." Jeff said somberly.

"I'm sorry I did this, Jeff. I'm sorry... I won't do anything like this ever again. Goodbye, Jeff Lynne, Bev Bevan, Kelly Groucutt, and Richard Tandy... goodbye until we are reunited once again..." Hugh said gravely.

"Thank you, Hugh. And farewell to you and the rest.." Jeff said, feeling slightly less angry and more satisfied that Hugh apologized. He hung up and put his phone down on the coffee table.

~Epilogue~

Offscreen, a song played again. This time it was Make Your Own Kind of Music by Cass Elliot.

"Well. It's only the four of us, everyone..." Jeff said, devastated, yet numb with shock.

"Not true! We can get them back, I'm sure!" Kelly barked.

"Yeah! We need an orchestra for our band! And we specifically need those three!" Bev exclaimed, trying to challenge Jeff.

"But we also need them in general, because they're our friends too!" Kelly yelled back.

"Well I care about our image! We can't just get them back only because they're friendly with us but for practicality—they're classically trained musicians! We still need those in our band!" Bev screeched, now starting to argue with Kelly.

"Don't you realize that those three men are also my friends? Our friends?" Kelly asked rhetorically.

"GUYS!!! Can't you both realize that we can't get to them!!!? Do you think I'm able to get a spaceship miraculously out of nowhere or something!? Because I'm not!" Jeff yelled, finding Bev and Kelly's argument ridiculous and meaningless.

"Jeffrey. We need classically trained musicians!" Bev yelled.

"We need to save them as their friends more than anything! Is that not what friends do?" Kelly spat.

The three continued arguing until Richard got so sick with worry and annoyance that he spoke up.

"Can't you all be quiet for once? There's no use in screaming and tearing at each other over this issue! We need to work together on this! This is a problem, and we need to take it seriously—the more we bicker over this, the more time we will waste! It may be almost impossible, but we still need to reflect over this. If we can get them back—that's good. If we cannot—then we just have to accept that. It is true that we do need to save them because we both need them as musicians and friends. But, if we cannot, then so be it. We just need to think about it and see what can and cannot be done..." Richard said, criticizing all three of them. They turned and just stared at him.

"You know what..." Kelly said, "Maybe Richard's right... we do need to think over this..."

"I guess fighting does nothing. But not doing anything also does nothing," Bev said in a low voice.

"I didn't even say that we should do nothing! I clearly said that we should think about this!" Richard said, shakily, his face covered in sweat.

"I know, Richard, I know. I'm just saying that we need to do at least something..." Bev replied, exasperatingly.

"But what can we do? Does anyone have any ideas on what to do, no?" Jeff asked, not knowing what to think.

"I don't know, I just don't know," Richard said, breathily, his voice wavering, "That's precisely why I suggested this so a solution can come to us! The string trio is just... that important!"

Richard became tense, and began to find it difficult to think. Due to all the stress, he broke down crying.

Feeling bad, Bev got up and hugged him.

"I'm sorry, and you're right, maybe we should take time to think about it..." he said in a soft, friendlier voice.

"Oh, Richard! Don't worry, I'm sure we'll be able to get them soon!" Kelly yelled.

"Kelly, I don't think this is the time to say things like that," Jeff said, his voice low but wavering.

"I'm sorry," Kelly said, looking down.

This kept going on for a while, with the four of them being deeply disturbed and sad by this situation.

Meanwhile, in space, Hugh began to speak.

"Well... I guess this is how life's meant... to be..." he said, somberly. He stood there, knowing that it was too difficult to get out of this situation.

Tears came to his eyes.

"It's a sad affair..." Mik said, despondent.

"For so long, how could I go wrong?" Hugh asked, a tear trickling down his face.

"I don't know..." Mik replied, his voice shaky.

"But what can you do...? When your dream world is gone...? Hugh asked, sniffling through his tears.

"It's over... it's all over..." Melvyn qualmed, still crying unsurprisingly.

"The good intentions and the pain!" Hugh yelled.

Hugh collapsed on his knees, floating in space, he began sobbing now, and the other two hugged him.

"Now my old world is gone for dead!" Hugh cried, devastated.

Mik began crying himself due to the graveness of the situation.

"Couldn't we at least do something?" he asked.

"I... I-I... I just don't know!" Melvyn cried, not knowing what to do.

"Jeff and the others can't help us! Through no fault of their own, of course—but really, Mik does raise up a good point here... WHAT DO WE DO???" Hugh yelled existentially.

"Didn't you hear me? I DON'T KNOW!!! I just don't know..." Melvyn whined. Hugh proceeded to stand up. The other two did as well.

With Hugh's hands holding and locking on to Melvyn's left hand and Mik's right hand, Hugh sniffed and tried his hardest to regain his composure.

"Well... what I do know is that... fellas... we just have to do the best we can if we're gonna live here..." Hugh said, tears streaming down his face.

The last few verses of Make Your Own Kind of Music ended, and eventually the song ended altogether.

[the-blazing-light]

The ask to ramble about Fenrar! Plus some extra questions of my own.

Is his name change a canon thing he goes through or just a change to his overall canon name? If former what made him do so?

What kind of interactions does he have with the revenant legendary echoes? Any big serious talks? Any funny discussions? And with what ones?

Other than those, feel free to ramble all you want about him.

So Fenrar's a bit of a mess, he's overdue for me sitting down and figuring out the details of his story as a lot of them are extremely vague so this is as much of a brainstorm as it is a ramble

He's a Priory researcher and a big ol' nerd with an interest in the Mists and all things Mists-related. Despite his vast knowledge, he's been seen as odd at best within the Priory, with a tendency to overlook everything and everyone in favor of pursuing his own interests, be it not out of any malice but rather sheer, constant insatisfiable curiosity that often led him to put himself and other people in danger, he's the definition of "curiosity killed the cat".

Some years before the start of personal story he led a group of researchers into the Mists to track down and study anomalies and the possibility of travelling through the Mists. That, however, didn't turn out great for Fenrar, as he ended up separated from his group in an accident, falling through an opened portal and finding himself on the literal edge of the mists, a weird amalgamation of different places floating in the void with no clear way out, but despite all odds, Fenrar was fascinated and in awe of the place he found himself in, and he'd wander for a long time, only the odd astral creatures that inhabit the far reaches of the Mists keeping him some sort of a company. As time passed by though, the days all started to blur together, the odd, otherworldly landscape, Fenrar lost track of his travels, but luckily for him, eventually, through a sheer accident, he ended up falling through another portal, finding himself back in Tyria yet feeling... Different. Odd. Like his time in the mists changed his very being. Stuck on the edge between the Mists and Tyria, walking the thin veil that separates the two.

He returned back to the Priory, with all his colleauges being surprised to see him back and alive to say the least, interested in his story and the data he could provide to the research team, something Fenrar avoided under the pretence that he doesn't remember much, settling down and continuing his work, along with discovering and training his new abilities of a revenant.

As for his name, it's not really canon either way, as he's a Lion's Arch charr originally, he's never been a part of a warband or a legion, with Mistwalker being more of a title than anything. As for Starcatcher, I simply thought it'd fit him better nowadays, given his connection to the far reaches of the mists that are just empty, chaotic space inhabited by astral creatures, and that his revenant magic creates not regular mists rifts and white clouds of fog, but rather cosmic-looking portals and swirling, star-filled nebulae clouds due to the nature of his revenant abilities.

Now the legends thing is interesting, because in my initial idea Fenrar only really invokes and communes with one legend, Shiro. The idea is, while travelling through the far reaches of the Mists he'd ran into Shiro's spirit, imprisoned and chained up not unlike Balthazar, asking Fenrar for help in exchange for helping him escape the Mists. Things didn't go quite as planned however, with Fenrar basically dying and the two of them getting smushed together into one body, Fenrar's, throughout the process of falling through multiple chaotic portals before finally finding themselves back in Tyria.

I'm not quite sure if I wanna keep that bit of his lore as to not make his story bloated but I do like his interactions with Shiro and how they deal with being stuck together in the same body, Shiro more or less trapped again after over a century of imprisonment far away in the Mists, and Fenrar having to learn how to coexist with a murderous ancient Canthan ghost in his head.

[merlatealeaf72]

Ranking all the roles I've played on stage

Friend in a modern Cinderella retelling (age 10): Still find it hilarious that I was one of the main characters but didn't get a name (I was basically a second Prince who got with the second Cinderella). This one was cute but I didn't have a microphone so no-one could hear what I was saying. Also this was my first time being on stage so I had no idea what I was doing. 6/10

Donald Trump in a random school play (age 11): This one has definitely aged the worst. The play was about him becoming the principal of our school and banning homework, etc. Also, it was in Irish. I'm proud of it cause it was my first lead role but the subject matter really sours this. 4/10

A Student in Legally Blonde (age 11): I cannot remember the character's name for the life of me. This was kinda boring and just another role I was typecasted as (nice person). 5/10

Paulette in Legally Blonde (age 11): I loved this role. I got to be a sassy lady which was quite foreign for me. I hated the costume for this role though, it was a fur coat and I was melting under the stage lights. Shame this was only for one scene though. 7/10

A Hippie in an X-Factor parody (age 12): This was fun. I basically played a crazy vegan environmentalist which was different from my other roles. I kinda wish I had more of a character rather than just being a joke with legs. Also this character has canonically killed someone! 7/10

The Narrator in a random Christmas school play (age 12): I like this role. I was the most boring part of an insane play (which involved Ms Claus divorcing Santa to be with the Grinch) but I made my crush laugh hysterically so that was a plus. 6/10

A Leprechaun in a random St Patrick's Day school play (age 13): This is the worst one, even worse than Donald Trump. I had one line which was just me saying that baked potatoes were the best kind. Worst part? The microphone decided to give out loads of feedback specifically when I was saying my one line. 0/10

Emily in The Appropriate Response (age 16): I loved Emily but I unfortunately did not get to play her to her full potential (see next entry). She was one of the most normal characters in a play full of strange people and she was one of only two characters to get character development. RIP Emily, you died too soon. 8/10

Luke in The Appropriate Response (age 16): So I wasn't meant to play this character. The actor playing him was sick the day of the show (probably because we said the name of the Scottish play a few weeks earlier) and his role was too big to write out. The week before I had jokingly said that I knew everyone else's lines better than my own, so I was nominated to play Luke. The show fortunately ran smoothly and I'm really proud of myself for stepping up. I'm still quite annoyed that I didn't get to play Emily's story the full way through though. 8/10

The Good Witch in The Wizard of Oz (age 16): This was a good role, but I felt weird playing it cause I was the oldest out of the other actors and I felt like I just showed up and took one of the leads from a bunch of 13 year olds. I'm still cringing at the fact I smushed East and West together and said "the Wicked Witch of the Weast". Also this role made me sick for my birthday and Christmas. 7/10

A Voice in Talking With Angels (age 17): This was an ensemble role and I do prefer my main role in this show, but I loved the direction we went with this show. Talking With Angels is about Joan of Arc but we set it during one of the World Cups so the Voices were just football hooligans and we betrayed Joan at the end which was so cool. 8/10

Prince in Talking With Angels (age 17): I LOVE THIS ROLE. I auditioned for this role thinking he'd be a pathetic little guy who totally wasn't in love with the Duke, but in reality he was the king of the hooligans and a real threatening force. This was the most out of my typical typecast I've ever been and I loved it. 10/10

[misunderstood-muses]

Promise (Part 19)

We had left the reserve island with a plan to sail back to Marh. Hongjoong has suggested we found somewhere we could lay low to be better equipped if we had to fight Yoongi or take on the Royal Navy or the Royal Mermaid Army, as Mingi was now referring to it.

I had brought up the idea of heading back to Marh after staring at Wooyoung’s painting while rubbing over his scars as he slept for a few hours. I’d been reluctant to wake him, because he’d seemed so peaceful, laying face down with his cheek smushed on the pillow, a little drool leaking out, but I knew every minute counted, so I roused him and we took the idea to Hongjoong. 

Regardless of if I’d been there in a while or not, the Inn was mostly likely still there and if not there were other places to stay. So we’d packed up and headed out and  the Promis couldn’t have been more than another day away from Marh when Yunho had yelled from the foremast and my blood ran cold.

Hongjoong had immediately tried to steer us in a different direction, hoping that maybe we weren’t seen, but I knew that wasn’t the case when the waves started to get choppier, making it almost impossible for him to turn us any other direction but towards the oncoming ship. The ship I had spent two miserable weeks on.

This had led us to our current predicament.

The ship rocked as another cannon hit the side, too high to do much damage to the hull but enough that a chunk of the side of the ship now looked like a bite was taken from it. The waves rocked us a little more as well. 

“We can’t let them board us again.” Seonghwa said, a dagger in one hand already as he, San, Seongwha, Hongjoong and I stood on the quarter deck together. They had run up there when Yoongi’s ship had gotten close enough to start shooting off cannonballs.

“I don’t know if we’re going to have a choice. The current is moving in their direction.” Hongjoong said, sweat forming on his brow as he turned the black wheel again. 

“Shit.” I said, something suddenly dawning on me. “You can stop, Captain. It doesn’t matter. She’s doing this.”

“What do you mean?”

I stepped over to the side to see what looked like dark hair with glitter streaks of blue disappear below the ship.

“Seonghwa, you got all your knives right now?” I asked, continuing to eye the water. 

“Got them.”

“Good, throw to the left on three. One…two…three.” 

I heard the knife whizz through the air before there was a thunk as it hit into the side of the ship. When I turned, Keln was there like I knew she would be, wiping the side of her arm, blood smearing across it.

“Hello Sister, still see you have your little mortal to protect you.” Keln said, wild eyes fixed on me.

Seonghwa started to throw another but I held up my hand, taking the dagger that he and Yeosang and Wooyoung had given me from its sheath. 

Keln grinned and held up her own, “This again. You don’t fight.”

“I think I can make an exception this time.” I said, before launching myself at her. We both tumbled across the deck, her kicking at me to get away before we stood up, regaining our balance. She grinned before slashing at me, but I blocked and nicked her other arm and her grin turned to a glare.

“I’ve been practicing.” I said, flashing my own grin. We continued on, dodging each other and others. As she went to deliver what would probably have been a nasty cut we were both thrown to the deck as the other ship made contact with us. I swore when I saw Yoongi’s Navy men coming over. 

A sharp pain in my cheek brought me back. 

“Distractions, Sister. What’s the first thing we learned?”

“Stay focused. Distractions mean mistakes.” I quoted, the years of training still ingrained in me after all these years.

“So Distractions mean death.” She answered back, “Now come at me.”

I let out a yell before attacking this time, backing her into one of the masts of the ship. She used this, turning to run up it and backflip from it, pushing into my back so I fell into it, her body pressing mine into the wood, her own jeweled dagger by my eye. 

“Namjoon wants me to bring you back, but I don’t want that. I should just kill you.” She hissed. 

“Then do it.”

“No, because I listen to my King. Even if I think he’s making a mistake. Even if he should just give up on her and look at what he has.” Her grip loosened for a moment and I used it to my advantage. Pushing her back and swiping her legs out from under her, pushing down her shoulders with my own dagger to her neck. 

“I don’t want him, Keln.”

“You don’t want any of us!”

“That’s not true! But I couldn’t stay there and do what he wanted. I wouldn’t. I didn’t want to leave you, but I had to.”

“You choose mortals over me.” She screamed, “Are they really worth it?”

“These ones are.” I said, moving the dagger away from her, “And I didn’t choose them over you. I chose me.”

I stood as she continued to lay on the deck. Looking around I noticed that most of the Navy men had been run back to their ship or were calling for retreat. Jongho and Mingi standing near the gang planks in case anyone dared to come back through. Yoongi was standing on the deck near the edge, looking at Keln and I. 

“I’m not going back.” I said, looking down at her. 

“Because you let them make you weak. Namjoon knows about them.”

“It’s not about being weak or strong. And I don’t care. I will fight the whole Royal family if I have to. I’m sorry, Keln. I’m sorry that you thought I abandoned you and I’m sorry for how I know he has treated you. Manipulated you. And I would go back, for you, if I thought that I could make a change.”

I looked around again, Wooyoung was waving at me to get my attention, and I gave him a thumbs up letting him know I was alright and he smiled back, ready to move on to his next task as I turned back around to Keln.

“He thought you were here because of them. He thought he could make you come back by taking them away. But I see now that we were wrong. I was wrong and I’m sorry.”

“What..what do you mean by that?” 

There was a fast spinning sound and then a wet thunk behind me. Looking back, I saw Wooyoung on the ground and Yoongi across the ship, his arm still raised and his eyes ice blue eyes on me. 

“Distractions mean death.” Keln said, knocking my legs out from under me and launching herself over the side of the Promise.

“Wooyung!” I yelled, scrambling up and to his side. The small dagger was sticking out of his leg. Looking at it, it didn’t seem like it would be particularly fatal, but he was clutching it to his chest from the pain regardless. 

“I’m okay, Sunlight. It just hurts like a bitch. That stupid royal merman.”

“I know. Let me get Yeosang. Don’t go anywhere.”

“Yeah, I thought I would take a light swim actually.”

“Shut up.” I kissed him quickly before running off. 

Eventually, we got him to the med bay and Yeosang peeled back the fabric around his wound, where blueish lines were forming. I felt my heart drop to my stomach. Yeosang said nothing, just started to clean the wound, making sure it was safe to remove the blade before bandaging him up. 

“Alright. Let’s get you some food and rest. You might feel a little off for a bit from the blood loss and adrenaline. We’ll leave Jongho here with you and go get you some food.” Yeosang said, before taking my arm and pulling me out and down to the kitchen. 

“Why didn’t you tell him?”

“There’s no need to yet. I added a universal antidote to the bandage. It can heal most poisons we have in our area. Don’t ask me how I developed it.” He said, grabbing a few things from the shelves. 

“If it’s not better by tomorrow then we’ll start looking for something else. I’m dropping these off and then going to tell Captain to continue heading for Marh so we can get some supplies.”

“This is my fault.” I said, voice wavering. 

He grabbed my hand, “No, it’s not.”

“Distractions mean mistakes. Mistakes mean death. Therefore, Distractions mean Death. I got distracted.”

“Aleah, my love, this has nothing to do with some messed up royal warrior training. This has to do with bad people wanting to do bad things because they think they’re the right thing. It happens all the time, it’s a human thing. Your kind think they are so above mortals. I’d hate for this Namjoon to find out just how mortal he is.”

I nodded and he kissed my forehead, “He’ll be fine. We just need…”

“Yeosang, Aleah!” Yunho yelled, tripping down the last few steps into the canteen. “It’s Wooyoung.”

[knicks-knacks]

holy shite can we get vol'jin's grandma lore???????

AJDKJKHKDJS alright but I just woke up so coherency is 50/50. it was basically on a night I got sauced as hell and was sick of all the WoW characters never having named mothers or always having dead mothers that only get a name retrospectively because blizzard finally remembers women and mothers exist and hey maybe we should give them a name (listen I’ll always be angry about WoW’s sexism lmfao)

her name is Eza, she’s a very very old retired shadow hunter and is the mother of Vilja (Vol’jins mom oc who isn’t as fleshed out as Eza is yet haha)

She’s a very wise, caring, and generous woman, but is very abrasive and kinda intimidating. She was a hella powerful shadow hunter, and still is though she’s retired, and in general is very likely to bop you on the head with whatever she’s currently holding when you’re late or you don’t visit often enough. And though she has wisdom and advice aplenty it’s likely to be shouted at you rather than calmly explained because she’s got no patience, though it’s all from the good of her heart lol

She’s become the pseudo grandma of a lot of the trolls in the village, and even a parental figure to the older trolls in the village - she’s about 150 so she’s seen a lot of these trolls age all the way from childhood into having kids of their own. The majority of the village refers to her as Great Grandma.

Also, a quick aside - I have some headcanons regarding troll tusks. I think that they go through three sets of tusks through their life - childhood tusks, teenage tusks, and then their adult ones come in. Yes this does mean teenage trolls, instead of having the awkward acne puberty phase, instead have their tuskless phase - though it is celebrated by the adults as like the ultimate Coming Of Age Sign. And there are traditions surrounding the tusks, and who they go to once they fall out. The childhood/baby tusks get passed off to the grandparents, one to each of them - because the tusks pretty reliably fall off within hours or days of each other - and its customary for the kid themselves to be the ones to hand it off to the grandparents. Then, the teen years tusks go to the parents themselves. Parents very commonly use these tusks as household decorations or jewelry. 

Then, in the case of there being a death in the family, the tusks would be passed on to other living members. I.E. if the grandparent were to pass on, then the baby tusks passed down to the parent, vice versa. Or, if the tusks fell off and you didn’t have a grandparent to begin with... it’d just go to the person who fit that role the best. You see where I’m going with this lol

Eza’s got a FUCK ton of tusks from pretty much the whole village, both baby and teen ones. Her house and jewelry look like a horror show to any outsiders including Zandalari or other trolls types because the tusk heirlooms are a more Stranglethorn Jungle Troll type tradition, and the Darkspear take it a tiny bit farther than those ones even. Gurubashi also pass their tusks on to their family units but they’re usually kept in boxes and safe, not worn hanging from the ear lol. But, to a Darkspear, walking into Eza’s hut and seeing all the tusks from your tribe lovingly decorated and hung is very comforting because it just screams Home. like this is a woman that is loved and respected by so many and can be trusted with anything because how else does she have the whole tribes baby teeth lmfao.

also side side note, Vol’jin doesn’t have too much time to visit in general so he is a frequent victim of the head bonks with a stick. and also sometimes he gets a TINY bit jealous that his grandma is the whole tribes grandma because it’s competition on who she pampers more and who can give G-Ma the best gifts (because again I think trolls show their love and respect primarily through giving gifts) but he does have the SOLE HONOR of HIS baby tusks being the ones she has around her neck at all times because Vol’jins her only blood related grandkid

also, to the few who don’t just call her Zul’muu (what i hc is the troll word for great grandma) people tend to call her Eza’jin because even though she’s not THE leader she’s def a big influence on the whole tribe and ‘jin is the suffix for leader/chieftain SO

also she is trans ✨

anyways. i’ve gotten off track and this is an incoherent mess bc i woke up, had a hit, and then wrote this so djfhk apologies but THERE SHE IS. GRANDMA TEETH

[ohimsummer]

chill day ft. jean k.

18+ minors dni

spending a nice and relaxing day with your bf jean kirstein, where you both have the day off and can spend all of it doing nothing. and okay the day ends at 8pm but i ran out of ideas and i didn’t even mean for this to be this long lmao

content: fluff :], jean x reader, a few nicknames, some domesticity, fem! reader, suggestive themes, not proofread, pet names like princess and pretty girl

a/n: can y’all tell I don’t write often lmao...Went from writing my little pony fanfics to this, what a graduation

8 A.M

Jean is the first to awake, used to his work schedule that forces him to get up so early every morning. He has hearts in his eyes as they trace over your still sleeping form, the movement of your sides barely visible as they rise and fall with every breath you take. Jean feels unbelievably lucky to have you here beside him, bundled up underneath the covers and snuggled as closely as you could into his arms. He leaves a whisper of a kiss on your nose in an attempt not to rouse you from your slumber, and a soft chuckle falls from his lips when your face scrunches up anyway. He hugs you tighter and goes back to sleep.

9:30 A.M

An hour and half later, you’re the one to wake up. The first sight of the day is your lover’s face, eyes closed and cheek smushed against the pillow next to you. Your awkwardly maneuver your arms out of Jean’s embrace to stretch them above your head, and a yawn escapes your mouth. Despite your slight and careful movements so as not to disturb Jean, he re-adjusts in his sleep to pull you closer to him. You stare into his eyes which are barely open, only a sliver of his pupils visible, and lean in to plant a good morning kiss on his lips. 

“Good morning, Jeanie.”

10:00 A.M

You relented to Jean’s groggy pleads for you to stay in bed with him a little longer. You’re dazed and it’s still too early for your brain to function properly, especially without coffee or any sort of breakfast. Besides, staying in bed wrapped up in his arms sounds way more appealing than getting up right now, even if you are getting hungry. So for now, you two stay in bed, half-asleep and waiting for the other the finally put their foot down and decide that it’s time to start the day.

11:00 A.M

It’s Jean who finally decides to get up and be productive, but you make him regret his decision as soon as he begins sitting up. His legs swing over the side of the bed, but before he can stand up your arms are wrapped around his forearm with an iron grip. You let out a whine, a plea for him to come back and give you his warmth. Jean almost gives in to you, like he always does. He wants to lie back down into the safety of your arms and the pillows and the blankets, but overall decides it’s time you guys got up, if not because it’s probably unhealthy to be in bed all day, then because you both need to eat something.

“Come on, baby, I gotta get up. I’ll make something and bring it to you, promise.”

Your hold on Jean’s arm doesn’t let up, and you gently tug him back towards the covers. ”No, I don’t want it. Come back to bed.”

At that exact moment, your stomach growls. Jean poorly stifles a giggle and you fall back into bed quickly defeated.

12:00 P.M

It doesn’t take long for Jean to whip up a quick lunch for you both, which is a sandwich and fries. Jean was fully prepared to keep his promise and bring the food to the bedroom for you, but he’s pleasantly surprised to see you shuffling your way into the kitchen. 

“Hey there, pretty girl, I see you’re out of bed.” He flashes a grin your way as he sets the plates down on the kitchen table. Your lips are poked out in a pout and eyebrows are furrowed together. You continue your slow shuffle into the room until your reach your boyfriend, arms flying up to wrap around his torso and you bury your face into his chest. Your voice is muffled when you speak. “ ‘M tired. But I missed you and your handsome face.”

4:00 P.M

Most of the day is pretty uneventful. After you and Jean eat breakfast lunch, you guys find a home on the couch underneath more blankets. He lazily flips through channels for something to watch with you laying your full body on top of him, strands of hair in his face and arms firmly wrapped around his body. Jean’s free hand rubs up and down your back, sometimes stopping to rest in your hair or, when he wants a reaction out of you, on your ass accompanied with a slap or a light squeeze. 

“You’re not funny,” you say and turn your head to face him. Despite trying his best to hide it, there’s a hint of a smirk on Jean’s face. “I don’t know what you’re talking about, baby” is his eventual reply. You get up to move to the other side of the couch, but he places a firm hand on your back. Your laziness takes over immediately and you flop back down onto Jean’s chest with a huge sigh, much to his amusement.

“Giving up already?” You don’t even have to look at him, you can hear the smirk on his face.

Another dramatic sigh leaves your lips. ”Yeah, I changed my mind, Jeanie-boy. You can’t get rid of me that easily.” You throw a mischievous glance his way, and suddenly you guys are right back where you started. 

5:00 P.M

Jean eventually grows bored of flipping through the same few channels, and he gives you the remote instead with new intentions to bother you. He makes a game out it: incessant kisses on the face, light jerks of your hair, pinches on your behind, and at some point his hands were tugging the hem of your shorts down a few inches, only to pull them right back up and pretend he’d never done it. If he really wanted a reaction, he’d let his hands roam your body, usually ending up somewhere between your legs, but then he’d quickly retract them and place them somewhere on your waist or back. It was driving you crazy, and he could tell. 

5:30 P.M 

You put up with Jean’s little game as long as you could, but it eventually got to be too much for you. You sat upright in his lap now, arms carelessly tossed around his neck and chest pressed against his own. Both of your tongues were down the other’s throat. Jean’s hands had finally stopped wandering, with one having a firm hold on your hip and the other busy between your legs. 

6:30 P.M

Both of you were exhausted. Articles of clothing from either of you were tossed all over the floor. Jean’s hair was a mess on top of his head and you were a mess, well, everywhere. Your lover stands up to go run a bath for you two and it feels like it’s a repeat of this morning. Your hands are quick to find Jean’s own hand, and he reassures you that he’ll be right back.

“Won’t take long, princess, I’ll be back in a sec.” He plants a few kisses on your hands and gently places them on your stomach. It indeed doesn’t take long, but to you it feels like forever. Your vision is blurry and you’re in a daze, but you still notice when Jean picks you up and carries you to your shared bathroom. The warm water feels pleasant against your skin, and it reminds you yet again of that morning when you were wrapped in Jean’s warm embrace. Your eyes are closed and it feels like you’re on a different planet. The faint sound of splashing water fills your ears as Jean gets into the tub behind you. You lean back immediately and imagine yourself melting into his skin. 

Jean leaves a kiss on the side of your forehead. ”Good girl, just relax. I’ll take care of you,” he mumbles into your hair. His breath tickles your ear, and the feeling makes your skin tingle with goosebumps. You feel yourself drift to sleep. 

8:00 P.M

You wake up and find yourself in you guys’ bedroom, sheets pulled up to your chin and pajamas adorning your body. There’s an indistinct smell dancing around your nostrils, but it smells delicious. ‘Jean must have cooked dinner’ runs through your head as your body seems to run on autopilot. Your legs seem to toss themselves over the edge of the bed and you swaddle yourself up in a forgotten blanket resting over the back of a chair. You stumble your way after the smell of food and of course find yourself in the kitchen. Jean is nowhere in sight. You wander over to the stove and glance into the pot placed upon the surface. Heat radiates from it, so it couldn’t have been too long since Jean made it. 

You call out for him. ”Jean?” 

There’s no answer, but you can hear the TV in the living room and assume that he’s in there. You assume right and find Jean splayed out on the couch, head lolled over his shoulder and the remote having been discarded halfway beneath the sofa. The room is dark, and you like the way the colours on the TV illuminate his sleeping face. You opt not to wake him, and instead curl up underneath his limp arms. You toss the blanket over you two the best you could even though it leaves one of Jean’s feet exposed. 

You place a last kiss on his lips, and are surprised to notice a small smile form on his face despite still being asleep. 

“Goodnight, Jean.”

[notjohnlegere]

An Angel On Earth

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An Angel On Earth

Timothée Chalamet x Reader

fluffy, sweet, loving timmy who takes care of reader with severe anxiety. ⚠️ this story goes into detail of a panic attack, intrusive thoughts, rumination, catastrophizing, and insecurities. written from my own personal experiences and feelings with severe GAD. please take care of yourselves and know you’re not less if you get anxious. ⚠️

*obligatory mobile formatting apology*

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It was such an ordinary day when the thought hit you. Everything had started out completely normally, everything went along with your normal routine. You woke up in bed next to him, his curls a complete mess and his face smushed into his folded pillow. His arms were tight around your waist, holding you against his body. His mouth slightly open, a spot where he had drooled was still damp on the pillow. He was deeply asleep, as he was every morning when you woke up first, his thick eyelashes pressed ever so gently against his upper cheeks. He was so comfortable around you, he always insisted that he never got good sleep unless you were sleeping next to him.

So why did this thought return every few months?

There was never a moment when Timothée didn’t show his love and appreciation for you. Even when he was thousands of miles away, busy as a little honeybee, he still made sure to send you a text or schedule a FaceTime. From the moment you finally said I love you three months into your fast-paced and so-sure-of-yourselves relationship, he declared he would never go a day without repeating it again. Three years, and he kept that promise. Not a day went by where you weren’t reminded of his love for you.

So why did you feel so unsure?

He was beyond wonderful. Thoughtful, patient, kind to every soul that wandered into his path. An angel on earth, you truly had no idea how you got so lucky. You were so italic and he was so bold. On two completely different planets, sometimes you wondered how you had met in the middle. You two couldn’t possibly be more different. Somehow, though, he loved you anyway.

You looked over at your lover through wide eyes. The second you had opened your eyes that morning, it had hit you again just like it had many other mornings before.

What am I gonna do when he doesn’t love me anymore?

Your chest was tight. You felt like you couldn’t breathe. Your heart was thudding so heavily it shook your entire skull. The past three years with this man had been the best years of your life, you didn’t want it to end. Hot tears pricked at your eyes, you couldn’t quit moving your feet. Your eyes looked over your boy’s sleeping form, so desperate to get one last look at him.

When he started to stir, you quickly threw the blankets off of your body and ran out of the room. You didn’t want him to see you like this. He had seen you like this so many times, you couldn’t do it to him again. If he didn’t fall out of love with you already, he surely would because of this. Like clockwork, the panic always returned every few months, and you couldn’t stop it. So many nights you had sobbed and he had held you close, reassuring you that everything would be alright.

So why couldn’t you seem to believe him?

You went into the guest room, shutting and locking the door behind you. Your back hit the wall and you covered your mouth, attempting to muffle your uncontrollable sobs. Your entire body shook as you slid down to the floor, sitting with your knees at your chest.

Did you think he was a liar? Of course not. He had never lied to you, at least not on purpose. But what if he was this time? What if all those nights when he told you he was out with friends, he was lying? Had he been lying to you this whole time? Did he ever love you? Surely, he didn’t. How could someone like him love someone like you? This was a pity case. You had been together for so long now, he surely couldn’t bring himself to tell you the truth. He was too scared to break you, because you were so easily broken. That’s why he hadn’t broken up with you yet. You were a flight risk.

Tears poured down your cheeks, and you squirmed uncontrollably with nervous energy. You gasped for air, begging for it to stop, but it wouldn’t. It never did. Every time this happened it would go on for a week, or two, or three. He was always so kind, trying to reassure you. He always held you close and whispered sweet nothings to you. A kind gesture, but it never helped. Your mind could not be consoled with words. Hell, you didn’t know what your mind could be consoled with. You always had to simply wait until the feeling passed. You had to suffer until the rollercoaster started going upward again. And each time you made it to the top, the drop to the bottom was even harder and lower.

I am such a burden. He could do so much better. He shouldn’t have to coddle me like a child.

You gripped onto your thighs, giving yourself white knuckles. If you hadn’t chewed all your fingernails off, you would probably have deep scratches now. The room was closing in on you. Your mind felt dizzy. Your chest thumped harder at the idea that you could potentially pass out. You couldn’t pass out. If you passed out how long would it be until someone found you? You would die here.

A knock on the door and a voice threw you from your thoughts and slammed you face first into the cold, hard ground.

“Angel?” The voice was groggy and familiar. Although, your mind refused to recognize it. Every voice always sounded the same in these moments. Was it Timothée? Was it your mom? Was it a neighbor? You didn’t know.

You opened your mouth to respond but instead a sob escaped. You couldn’t form words. What were words? Right now you only knew one thing.

“My heart, please open the door.” The voice was still quiet.

Oh god, he’s angry. He hates me. He’s standing in the hallway right now asking god “Really? Again? Why can’t you make her get it together?”

“I can’t!” You choked out in a sob as your hand fumbled with the doorknob. Your hand was much too shaky, and your motor skills weren’t working at all. The knob made a jiggling sound.

“Just turn the lock and I’ll open it for you, baby.” He said. You only cried harder.

Why is he so nice to me?

Finally, after fumbling with the lock, it turned. As soon as the door was unlocked, it was swung open, and an all too familiar mop of curls sat next to you on the floor.

“Can I touch you? Are you claustrophobic right now?“ He always asked first.

You answered by throwing yourself into his arms and sobbing hysterically into his chest.

“Don’t stop loving me!” You sobbed, your words coming out much louder than you intended.

“Baby.” His voice softened and his long arms wrapped around you tightly, holding onto you for dear life.

*

It had taken over an hour and a sedative to calm you down. And after you had calmed down, you felt nothing. Perhaps it was the medication, or perhaps it was the exhaustion, but you felt empty. You felt stupid. You wished you were someone else. You wished you were normal.

Now you sat next to Timothée, your shoulders covered by a blanket and your hands gripping a mug of tea that he had made you. His hand rubbed your back in small circles.

“I’m sorry.” You mumbled, barely above a whisper.

“No.” He replied simply. You furrowed your eyebrows.

“What?”

“No.” He repeated. “You have nothing to apologize for.”

“But Timmy, what I did-“

“Mon amour, I was there. I know what happened. And I’m still telling you, there is nothing to apologize for.”

You sighed.

“I always do this.” You put your mug down on the table and leaned against his shoulder. “No matter how many times you reassure me, I always do this.”

“I know.” He said and wrapped his arm around your shoulder. He kissed you on the forehead. “Every few months you do this for a few weeks. But then you get okay again. I’m used to it.”

“You shouldn’t be used to it.” You pressed. “It’s not fair to you. If I could just be normal-“

“(Y/N), don’t you dare finish that.” Your boy warned. “You have anxiety. You aren’t anxiety. You’re human and just as normal as everybody else.”

“I wish I didn’t have it.”

“I know you do. But you have it, mon amour. It’s not going to just go away.” He said, peppering soft kisses to your hairline. “And that’s okay. I love you, all of you. And if you keep getting scared that I’ll stop loving you, well that just gives me an excuse to love you harder.”

You started crying again. He looked terrified.

“No- no, please don’t cry, I’m sorry-“ He began, but you cut him off with a short kiss.

“I love you so much, Timmy. Nobody has ever been as nice to me as you have. I don’t deserve-“ You stopped yourself when he gave you a look. You corrected yourself. “I am so lucky to have you.”

“And I’m lucky to have you.” He said, a smile on his gorgeous lips. “I love you so much more.”

“You always say that, but I’m certain I love you more.” You said.

“You’re probably right.” Timothée admitted, teeth running along his bottom lip in thought. You raised an eyebrow in surprise to his admission. “It’s one of my favorite things about you.”

“What? The fact that I love you more?” Your eyebrows furrowed in confusion.

“No, the way you feel so much and so deeply.” He said. “You always talk about how much it hurts to be that way, but it’s such a gift. I’ve never met someone with more love. You can get to anyone’s level and empathize with them, even if they’re your worst enemy. You’re like an angel on earth.”

You froze.

The thing I hate most about myself is what he loves the most.

From that moment forward, you began to see yourself from a different perspective.

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[adoringhaikyuu]

when you hang out with their best friend/teammate without them | 2

characters: suna, akaashi, tsukishima

request: can we get the when you hang out with their best friend/teammate without them for suna akaashi and tsuki?

warnings: nothing, just some kissing and a few possessive boys

notes: ahh my first request!! i’m happy that i wrote something that someone wanted more of haha <3

part one | part two

akaashi:

akaashi likes to have his shit together and he often overthinks things

which is why after concluding that if he finished all his work in one go he’d have more time to hangout with you, he decided to do exactly that

you offered to stay with him while he worked but he knew that you’d end up distracting him (not in a bad way or anything) and that he most likely wouldn’t finish his work on time

so you were temporarily banned from his place until he was done

but you were bored and pouty so you complained to bokuto, knowing he would understand your over-exaggerated reaction

he texted you immediately ‘whaaattt ?? i’m coming over right now!!!’

he showed up ten minutes later to your house, snacks in hand, ready to keep you company and playfully complain about your boyfriend and his best friend 

he insisted on sending him snaps of the two of you pouting at the camera, ‘how could you abandon this cute face, akaashi???’

his arm was wrapped around you and his face was smushed against yours but honestly he didn’t mean to make akaashi jealous, he was just being himself, completely playful and dramatic 

akaashi wasn’t planning on opening the messages since bokuto was always spamming him but when he took a five minute break, he opened them just in case they were important today 

when he saw his best friend practically cuddling you, his brows furrowed and a scowl made it’s way onto his face

since you and bokuto weren’t exactly expecting a response from akaashi, you went on to do other things, showing each other tik toks, and just chatting while you waited for him to finish up. 

it was about ten minutes later that you both heard the doorbell ring. you and bokuto both turned to each other, confused.

“did you order food?” you asked.

“no, i was gonna ask if you did? cause i’m starving––”

“well then who’s that...” you muttered to yourself as you got up to answer the door, bokuto cowering behind you, mumbling about if it was a murderer, phone in hand, ready to call the cops. you can imagine your surprise when you opened the door to find your boyfriend standing there, a scary serious look on his face. 

you blinked in shock, but before you could say anything, bokuto stepped in front of you. “hey hey hey! took you long enough buddy! i was keeping y/n company while you banned her from your house. how could you do that by the way––ow!”

your eyes widened as akaashi smacked bokuto’s head. “shut up bokuto. you can go now.”

bokuto pouted dramatically, “aw what?? we were about to order food,” he turned back to you. “right y/n?” 

suddenly the boy was yanked back and out of the house, a yelp jumping from his throat abruptly and akaashi was standing next to you. “you have food at your own house, why don’t you go there.” he shut the door without another word and turned to face you, ignoring the whining on the other side of the door. 

“what––what are you doing here?” you looked up at him, confused and slightly in awe as he placed his hands on your cheeks and tilted your head to look up at him, his thumbs rubbing your skin gently. 

“wanted to be with you.” he gave you a small smile but you responded with an adorable confused pout.

“but what about your work––”

“i’ll just do it tomorrow, it is saturday after all.” 

“hey when i said that you still insisted on working.” you pursed your lips and narrowed your eyes curiously. “was it because bokuto was here?” 

he looked away, “i have no idea what you’re talking about.”

you laughed. “you know you’re a terrible liar when it comes to me.” 

he slid his hands down to your arms and placed them around his neck before gripping your waist under your shirt. you gasped softly at the feeling of his fingertips against your skin and he smirked down at you. he leaned in until his lips were grazing yours. “again, i have no idea what you’re talking about.” 

before you could even think of a response, his hands were pulling you flush against him and his lips were on yours, taking your breath away. you moaned into the kiss and he groaned, his fingertips digging into your skin as he slid his tongue into your mouth expertly.

just as you got lost in his touch, you heard a small voice from outside. “so are you guys gonna let me back in?”

suna:

so suna is a lazy boy, we know that

and he likes to nap a lot

sometimes he’s just so tired that he forgets to text you before he naps

and today you’re supposed to hang out with him but around 3pm he stopped answering, so you knew he was taking his usual afternoon nap and if you went by his place, he wouldn’t be able to answer the door

so you decided to go out and get some snacks on the way to his house, planning to take your sweet time and let your boy rest

by coincidence, you ran into atsumu at the shop and he insisted on staying with you... and eating some of suna’s snacks 

it’s about a little while later that you make your way over to suna’s place, texting him to make sure he’s awake

when suna opened his door, the subtle smile dropped from his face when he realized you’re not alone. he raised a brow and looked over to his friend, “i don’t remember inviting you.” 

you pursed your lips, scolding your boyfriend’s bluntness. “suna–”

atsumu shrugged, a grin on his face. “i was keeping your girl company and thought i’d be a gentleman and walk her over here.” 

suna raked his eyes over atsumu lazily, clearly unamused. “yeah thanks. you can go now.” 

the blonde pouted dramatically. “oh what? come on, you’re not gonna invite me in?” he put his arm around you and gave you puppy dog eyes. “come on y/n, convince him for me?” 

you managed to turn for a split second to realize how close he had gotten to you before you were pulled out of his arms and into the warmth of the house. you blinked and suddenly you were under suna’s arm, facing a wide-eyed atsumu. 

next thing you know, the door was shutting in his face. you turned to suna and he simply shrugged and took the bag from your hands. “you brought snacks,” he smirked. “you’re the best.” he put it down on the table and tilted his head as he looked down at you curiously, trying to seem nonchalant, but his narrowed eyes gave him away. “why were you with him?” 

you tried to hide your smirk as you answered him. “went to get you some snacks while you were asleep and ran into him at the shop.”

his eyes reduced down to slits as he watched the playful look in your eyes. “why?” you smiled. “were you jealous?” 

he walked over to you slowly and slid his hand up to your neck, gripping it softly but firmly as he tilted your head up towards him. he made a show of trailing his eyes down from yours to your lips and keeping them there, making your breath hitch in anticipation. 

“less talking, more moaning.” he pressed his lips against yours possessively and had you melting and giving in immediately. whatever he wants, he gets. you knew that better than anyone.

tsukishima:

if you don’t believe that tsuki is a dry texter or that he would leave your ass on delivered for several days––i have some news for you

so let’s say it’s a saturday afternoon and while normally you hang out with tsuki basically every weekend, you also know that he was in a pissy mood earlier so you let him cool off

you text him after a little while, asking if you could come over in the middle of your usual tik tok spam and he opens the text, only to leave you on read (only seeing the tik toks, not the actual message)

you just brush it off, thinking he’s still in a mood and decide to find someone else to hangout with

that person just so happens to be tadashi

you two had gotten closer ever since you started dating tsuki so it wasn’t out of the ordinary for you to spend time together

it’s just that normally it would you, tadashi and tsuki

so you can imagine your boyfriend’s surprise when he opens snap to see you and his best friend smiling on your story

he frowns but tries not to let it get to him (spoiler, he fails)

when an hour has passed by and you still haven’t texted him or anything he gives in and messages you first, a blunt ‘when are you coming.’ 

you take that as a sign that he finally wants you to come over and since you and tadashi were ready to wrap things up, you make your way over to your boyfriend’s house

almost as soon as you knock on the door, it’s pulled open and you look up to see tsuki looking down at you, his brow raised. it’s silent for a few seconds and you tilt your head in confusion, why did he look annoyed?

before you could say anything he spoke up, “tadashi’s not with you anymore?”

you shook your head. “no––oh i’m sorry should i have invited him?”

he scoffed only confusing you further and without another word, he took your hand and pulled you into the house. still silent, he took your jacket for you and put your shoes away as well. you smiled up at him when he stood up straight and you could see the slight blush he was trying to hide.  

he walked ahead to sit on his couch and you followed, choosing to sit with a little space between the two of you, since he hadn’t seemed to cool off completely yet and you knew how much he valued personal space. little did you know, you were only making things worse. 

he stared at you, brows furrowed and you stared back, eyes curiously wide. “why are you all the way over there?” 

you smiled and got up to sit in his lap, feeling satisfied as he opened his arms up for you to get settled. you kissed his cheek and looked at him. “i know i saw you yesterday, but i missed you today, you know?” 

he rolled his eyes, “yeah sure.” 

“don’t roll your eyes at me,” you laughed. “you’re the one who didn’t wanna hang out with me.” 

he paused. “what are you talking about?”

“i asked you if i could come over and you left me on read.” you played with his hair mindlessly as you spoke. “but it’s okay, i know you get cranky sometimes.” you smiled fondly but he was serious as ever.

“i didn’t leave you on read?”

“yeah you did.” you tilted your head. “i thought you did it on purpose.” he frowned and you took your phone and scrolled through your conversation, before showing him the text you’d sent hours before. he read over the text and blinked a few times before looking away. he tightened his hold around you slightly. 

“i’m sorry... i didn’t see.” 

you put your hand on his cheek and made him look up at you. “aw baby is that why you’ve been so moody since i got here? you thought i didn’t wanna spend time with you?” 

he swallowed as he looked into your eyes, the vulnerability he was trying to hide in his gaze telling you everything you needed to know. “tsuki, you know i always wanna be with you.” you smiled and pressed your lips against his for a gentle kiss which he clearly appreciated. his hand gripped your thigh firmly as his other arm pulled you closer to him to prolong the kiss. 

when you pulled away, he looked up at you. “do you think...you could stay over tonight?”

he tried to keep a nonchalant and unbothered exterior but once you agreed and gave him that precious smile, he couldn’t stop the small smile that spread on his face, even if he tried.