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slafkovskys · 7 months

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okay so how do they all have a conversation about them all sharing her? like how did that happen?

luke’s arms were safe. and no matter what came out of the conversation they were about to have, as long as she was there, she was okay.

she had asked the boys to meet them at the end dock when they got back from their round of golf, adding extra emphasis on not bringing anyone back with them. we need to talk, she had said (typed), it’s important.

“they’re late,” she fidgets against her boyfriend. she watches as a frog leaps from the land and splashes into the water. she swore that her heart was about to beat out of her chest, “what if they aren’t coming?”

“they’re coming,” luke reassures her, chuckling softly as he presses a kiss to the top of her head, “you know how long golf can take. they could be hours-”

“they have been hours, lu,” she sighs, “i’m going to be sick. i shouldn’t have said anything-“

as soon as the words leave her lips, she hears the sound of a car pulling into the driveway, then the sound of two car doors slamming and the familiar shout of, “luke? y/n?”

“we’re down here!” luke’s voice is a lot more clear than hers would have been at that point. she tilts her head and watches as the boys round the house, shoving each other as they make their way down to the two of them. “if you changed your mind, you don’t have to do this. we can make something up.”

“i want to,” she plays with his fingers, “you’re sure that you’re okay with it?”

“sharing you with my brothers? kinda hot,” he makes a face and she squeezes his arm in warning. jack’s heavy footsteps make their way up the dock, causing the wood to creak under the weight. luke reaches a hand up, doing their little handshake over the top of her head, “who won?”

“quinner,” jack is annoyed as he takes a seat across from the two. he stretches out his legs and he’s so close, but so far.

“if you wouldn’t have tried to cheat, you probably would have,” quinn rolls his eyes as he takes up the space beside his middle brother. he leans his weight back on his hands, staring at the two youngest of the bunch with an obvious curiosity, “so, what’s so important?”

“i-”

“are you pregnant?” jack interrupts, eyes boring into hers.

“dude, shut up,” luke scoffs and she straightens up against his chest. his arms loosen around her body and she crosses her legs in front of her, “we need to talk to you both about something and we want you to listen, hear us out before you open your mouths. deal?”

the last part was directed to one person in particular, but they both agreed. she swallowed the lump in her throat, looking between quinn and jack before taking a deep breath, “i’m with luke.”

quinn raises an eyebrow, “we’ve heard.”

luke sends a sharp quick to his brother’s leg, “what did i say?”

“it’s fine, luke,” she nods, now avoiding the questioning expressions of both the boys across from her, “i’m with luke and i love him, but i also want to be with you.”

a beat of silence passes before jack clears his throat, “who?”

she looks towards luke for assistance in conveying her message and he hums, “the both of you.”

“wait,” quinn blinks slowly, “so you want to be with luke,” she nods, “and jack,” she nod again, “and me?”

a final nod.

quinn turns his attention to luke, “how do you feel about this?”

“i see the way that you both look at her. the way she looks at you. she would be loved and i trust the two of you,” luke gently taps his fingers on her thigh, “i wouldn’t do this with anyone else. it would make her happy, so it makes me happy.”

“is it, like, just sex or,” jack trails off, “can i take you on dates and the stuff that he gets to do?”

“it’s not just sex. i’m not an object that you would get to pass around whenever you wanted. i have the same feelings for you that i feel for luke and those are so much more than just fucking. you don’t have to say yes,” she’s sure that she’s going to be sick, “i don’t know the details, how we would make it work. obviously it wouldn’t be easy considering that everyone knows luke and i are already together, but we can figure all of that out. all of us. if you’re up for it.”

the wind pushes past them, shaking the wind chime she had hung from one of the trees close to the dock a few weeks before. she watches as the butterflies float back and forth in the breeze, bumping against the bells that hang beside them.

“i want to be with y/n,” jack announced, breaking the silence that had settled between the four of them, “but i’m not with either of you. like, if you try to cuddle with me, i’m going to hurt you.”

“obviously.”

“same.”

the other two hughes brothers chime in and she darts her eyes across all of them, a look of hope, a feeling of want spreading through her chest. she squeezes at luke’s hand before leaning forward just slightly, “so does this mean…”

“that you’re ours?” jack finishes the sentence with a small smirk on his lips. his hand reaches out and squeezes her ankle comfortingly.

her eyes settle on quinn who had been the most quiet during the proposal and she watches as he tilts his head back, letting the warm rays of the setting sun bean down onto his skin. he’s not looking at her when he says, “you’re sure that this is what you want, y/n?”

“she’s the one who brought it up to me,” luke chuckles from behind and her cheeks burn at his admission.

“alright,” the oldest hughes hums and tilts his head forward. unlike his brother, he has a soft smile on his lips as he patted his thigh. she’s not the least bit embarrassed by how easily she goes to him, though a little shocked at how quickly luke lets her be stolen by his brother. she’s easily situated in between quinn’s thighs and she spares a glance towards luke who’s watching with eyes that hold so much interest and so many questions. she lightly kicks at his ankle before quinn clears his throat, “looks like we have some details that we need to work out.”

#hughes bros x angel

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csyched · 11 months

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Mundane Design Detail of Digital Devil Saga: Tag Rings

(Spoilers for both DDS + DDS2.)

I have a tendency to look way too deep into little details of character designs in media, and when it comes to DDS where uniform designs are common, it gets even more fun for me. One of the things that first stood out was tag rings; the Junkyard invention that is introduced briefly and very early in the game as identifiable objects used simultaneously as trackers for downloadable mantras and can also act as digital wallets. I always wondered though, how much more they can represent for a character's actual design rather than just being a game tool for logging progress.

Rings on different fingers (and hands) represent different ideas on how we wish to present ourselves; these ideas can change from culture to culture, and in observing these differences, I looked both at general Western culture and of course, Hinduism. I was able to find more information in Western cultures with more commonalities. However, in Hinduism, by looking into mudras, you'll find rings on each finger can still hold different meanings. The middle finger is "ego", the pinky is "illusion", the ring finger is "karma". The index finger is Jiva-Atman - the individual soul or self. The thumb is Paramatman - the universal, eternal soul.

And if you've noticed, most individuals of the Junkyard wear their tag rings on their middle finger (on their left hand). In Western culture, the middle finger, similar to "ego" in Hinduism, represents "individuality". And hey, what do you know? That's a pretty important theme brought up later on.

The Samsara Tunnels scene with Lupa is actually what drove me to research further into this. Lupa removes his tag ring before performing an inevitable act of self-sacrifice, and at first, I thought it meant he was giving up his individuality. Until I noticed that no, Lupa wears his ring on his index finger on his right hand, rather than his middle finger on his left hand like almost everyone else. In Western culture, the index finger on the right hand instead represents the "potential for leadership". Fitting, for the Leader of the Wolves, who has offered his own head to the dominating tribe of the Embryon.

And then he hands it to Gale - who slips it onto his left hand next to his other ring, and he puts it on his index. And what does that represent? Comradery. Ohhhhhhhhh man. Let's go, gay subtext!!!

Irrelevant comment: (The funny thing is Lupa's ring literally does not pop up on his hand until the camera focuses on his hand and then it disappears. For the rest of the scene and the rest of the game and DDS2 it is gone. I don't know if that was an intentional choice - I doubt it - perhaps the animators didn't want to make a whole other Gale model with the two rings. I like to think he kept the ring...)

Moving onto DDS2, and Serph sells his tag ring at the Mad Mart to make some cash. Nobody else sells their rings. With the hacking disk, they are no longer needed, so it seems everyone just keeps it for sentiments. Serph himself also wears his ring on his middle finger, so was it a story choice for him to give it away - to represent him giving up his individuality? Of course, maybe not immediately, but eventually, Serph's individuality blends with another soul - being Sera's - in order to become Seraph. And no, they do not wear any rings, because neither Sera nor Serph did at the point of fusing.

Yeah.

Some additional points:

Cielo doesn't wear his tag ring as a ring, he wears it as a necklace. Similar to Lupa and his layers of necklaces with several tag rings. I'm not sure what that means - usually, necklaces with rings represent vows, most commonly found for promise rings. They can also represent deceased loved ones. Which is quite heartbreaking when you think about Lupa's necklaces...

Generally, the right hand for rings is the "action" hand while the left is the "thinking" hand.

If I ever find more information and more opportunities to extend this drabble, I will. I'm not sure how interesting this essay is for others, but some friends were interested in hearing it. I really do wonder how much thought was put into this design aspect, and if anyone has their own knowledge to bring to the table, I'd love to hear it.

#digital devil saga #shin megami tensei #digital devil saga 2 #edited to include id

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palipunk · 11 months

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Girl Dad!Cullen and Mom!Asma was a phrase that made me smile. They'd have just wholesome times. I would love to hear more about them ;A; I can just imagine Cullen staying up practicing to be able to do the girls hair and maybe its not quite right but he tried.

Awww, I’m so glad you’re interested! They are. Very important to me. I love talking about Dad Cullen and now I am being enabled so. This is very long but I was on the bus so I just got all of this out:

Their first daughter and second child, Haidar, has Cullen wrapped around her finger. He cannot say no to her no matter how hard he might put on a strong face. When she leaves to join Divine Vivienne’s circle to harness her skills as a mage, he frequently sends her letters and little gifts and tells her how proud he is of her.

Before Safi was born, their first child, Cullen tried to pick up knitting. Coming from a backwater ferelden family, his parents didn’t have the coin to buy their children elaborate gifts and toys and so often settled with hand-me-downs and crafted objects. He wanted to give Safi something he made himself that could bring his child comfort and happiness, so he focused on trying to knit a small mabari for his baby. The final outcome was a bit lopsided and lumpy but Safi loved it all the same - he would carry it around with him everywhere and sleep with it clutched in his arms.

Cullen is the king of tea parties. His girls would throw tea parties with little antivan tea sets their auntie Josie gifted them, he takes the preparation of these parties very seriously. Nur, their third child, would help him in the kitchen to bake shortbread, his mother’s recipe, for the occasion and Haidar would set the table according to her aunt Vivienne’s standard. Ateef and Adalah were too young to fully enjoy the parties but they were esteemed guests. Cullen happily sat through the parties in a too-small chair with a tiny cup of tea he could hold with two fingers.

Cullen trains all of his children in basic self-defense. He doesn’t expect any of them to pick up the sword like he does, but he reiterates how important it is to protect yourself and others. The only child(ren) that ever took a shine to this as he did is Ateef and Adala, though they often ditched any formal sword training to attack their father by jumping on him simultaneously, which Asma found absolutely hilarious.

More below!

Nur and Safi are the only children with his exact hair type, the others took after Asma with dark wavy hair, but Safi and Nur were both born with a poof of blond hair that made him chuckle nervously. He tells both of them how to take care of it properly and would help Nur style her hair, he learns from Mia different hairstyles he can try and some of the Elves in Clan Lavellan also give him some ideas. (There are different Arab braiding styles throughout the Middle East but I like to think she typically wears the average Palestinian fellahi dual braids with hair ornaments - like the last image here )

Whenever he cooked before getting married or having any children, food wasn’t something that needed much attention to detail or needed to be anything more than nutrition but after marrying Asma and having his babies he began to put in a lot of effort. He liked to go the extra mile for his loved ones and found out it was a love language for him to prepare food that would make the people he cared about happy. This would be in the form of an edible flower on Asma’s dinner or recipes he learned from her clan. For his babies, he’d make sweets and prepare their breakfast to look like a smiley face or a heart.

Storytime was a special event. All of his children would pile into one bed and he’d situate himself in the middle, if Asma was home she would be right next to him listening as contently as their children, but he had a thick book of ferelden folktales Branson had gifted him that he would flip through. Each child had their favorite tale. In the end, he would tuck each child into bed with a kiss on their forehead and the blankets pulled up to their chins.

Cullen doesn’t do baby talk but he talks to his babies like they’re saying actual words. Like Adalah can look up at him from her changing mat and say “Goo goo ga ga” and he’d be like “Right indeed. I know this is unpleasant”. Asma thinks it’s funny and I also think it’s funny imagining a very serious conversation between an adult man and a baby who doesn’t know anything outside of milk and sleep.

I’m actually not sure if this is an actual common Palestinian/arab tradition or if my family is just special (it might’ve been just something that occurred in their specific village since I have found absolutely nothing about this online or outside of my family) but there is no concept of a wedding ring but instead rings given from husband to wife every time a child is born. For example; my mom has two rings, one for me and one for my brother but no wedding ring. I used this for Asma and Cullen and every time they have a baby, Cullen gives her a new ring. Each is different and one he even made himself.

His office is full of macaroni and stick figure art. All of their children like to gift both him and Asma art they made - he could always tell who he was because he towered over the other stick figures and Asma would have a very prominent unibrow, he definitely did tear up on Father’s Day when each of his children surprised him with art they all did for him. Haidar even tried to make him breakfast - it was a bit burnt but it’s the thought that counts!

This was longer than I intended but thank you so much for the ask!!💗💗🫶

#dragon age #Cullen Rutherford #cullsma #Asma lavellan #ask #exhausted-archivist #Haidar lavellan #nur lavellan #safi lavellan #Ateef lavellan #adalah lavellan #dragon age inquisition #girl dad Cullen #cullavellan

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atwowination · 1 year

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6. Family

A/n: Took me a long time to post because I was very busy but enjoy!

Jake remembered every detail from the previous night. After your passionate kiss, you spent the whole night discussing future plans and thoughts on family and relationships. These conversations only reaffirmed how compatible you two were. He found out about your desire to become a mother and how caring for others satisfied you. He would stare at your face once you fell asleep after conversing for far too long. He had carried you out of the water and placed you under a tree, carefully laying down behind you. He had placed his hand over your waist protectively and allowed the both of you to drift into a deep sleep.

The next morning he had woken up alone. Propping himself up with his hand, he looked around, his eyes traveling in various directions. He felt his heartbeat quicken when he realized you were absent. Quickly standing up to look for you, he hit his head on one of the tree branches.

“Shit,” he hissed at the pain and rubbed his head. Taking a step forward, his eye didn’t catch the protruding arrow that was sticking out of the ground, and tripped, falling face first on the ground. Thankfully, the grass had served as protection from anything wounding gravely.

You had gone to fetch fruit for the both of you for breakfast. Imagine your surprise when you came back and Jake was lying on the floor, whining like a child.

“What have you done?” The bowl of fruit rested on your waist as you stared at the poor man. He turned his face to you, mouth open and eyes wide.

“I was looking for you,” He put his head back on the ground in relief as you walked towards him. You placed the bowl down and kneeled next to him, caressing his back. He whined in embarrassment when he heard you chuckle.

“Stupid man, you are,” Jake slowly pushed himself back up and sat next not you as you started to peel the fruit. He waited beside you like an eager child and once you opened it, he caught a whiff of its scent and hummed in satisfaction. You cut a Yovo fruit and fed it to him. Meanwhile, he was watching you attentively while caressing your back with his fingers.

After a while, you abandoned your spot taking your equipment with you. He told you yesterday that his hunting skills were quite poor, and you being the huntress that you are, was determined to teach him. You had guided him to one of your favorite hunting spots. You placed the bow between his hands.

“Your hand should touch your ear when you pull.” You pushed his elbow up and he straightened his back. Your face was close to his and you both looked at the target in view. He pulled back the string, closing one of his eyes to perfect his aim. He let go of the string and the arrow flew forward, missing the target and instead stabbing a tree.

You gave him a flick on the forehead and he backed up a little.

“Hey!” He exclaimed.

“Tsk tsk tsk. You have to shoot straight!”

Nodding, he said: “Okay, okay. I’m sorry,”

You corrected his position and placed your hand on top of his, pulling the string back. He breathed hard once he felt your touch. He was so focused on making you proud that his forehead started to sweat.

“Release when you are ready,” You backed up and allowed him to take over. He took a few moments to aim and then shot the arrow, stabbing the target right in the middle. He held a proud smile on his face and before he could turn to you, you wrapped your arms around his neck.

“You did well,” You assured him and he wrapped his free hand around your waist, burying his head in your neck. You stepped back, smiling at him and he did the same. You watched proudly as he practiced his aim, improving after every shot. At this moment, you realized how sure you were that he was your mate. The amount of effort he put into impressing you and how gentle he was with his words, reduced any worries you had about him.

After the hunting session, you thought that it would be fit for him to meet your family. Family was the most important thing to you and it was equally important for them to accept Jake.

“They won’t like me. I am sure of it,” He complained.

“You are a baby. Stop whining” You silenced him as you arrived at your home. Your mother exclaimed and welcomed you with open arms. Your father behind her was glaring at the tall man.

“Matsawksjul!” (My sunlily) It was a nickname she had giving you whenever you were born. She said your smile reminded her of the warm sun as it brought joy to her soul. You went to hug your dad and your mom stood next to him, examining Jake. She began to do circles around him, staring him up and down.

“Sa’ewrang, sempul. Fi’u lu Jake,” (Mother, Father. This is Jake)

Your father scrunched his face as he stared at the man. Your father’s eyes fell on his hands.

“Fi’u ketuwong kaw’it tsonta ayoe” (This alien does not belong with us) The crowd that surrounded you started to yell, agreeing with your father’s words.

“Sempul..” (Father..) A saddened expression painted your face.

“Na nga kaw’it kame sno zekwä, ‘ite?” (Do you not see his fingers daughter?)

The truth is you had noticed his fingers and how they differed from the rest of your clan, but you chose to ignore your curiosity. You turned to look at him and he was already looking at you. He bit the inside of his lip and his eyebrows scrunched together as he was clearly guilty.

Your head fell as you sensed disappointment from your father. Once the crowd calmed, your father turned to you.

“Ohe fe’pey tsan’ul ftu ayna.” (I expect better from you)

This statement alone brought tears to your eyes. Disappointing your father was a foreign feeling to you as you always wanted to impress him. This feeling was unbearable. Your father’s eyes fell back on Jake.

“You are not welcome here. Leave!” He demanded, and the crowd supported his statement by yelling and hollering. Jake put his hands up defending himself as he backed up. The crowd was walking towards him, forcing him out of your home. Your hands hugged your cold torso as you watched him leave. His eyes softened as he looked at the tears on your cheeks.

He mouthed before disappearing in the dark, “Syeha si” (Breathe)

The word you taught him.

#Jake Sully #jake sully x reader #jake sully x you #jake sully x y/n #Jake sully x reader #avatar #Avatar: The Way of Water #avatar the way of water #pandora #atwow x reader #mating #toruk makto

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vergilsama922 · 1 year

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Hearts of Hope: Makoto x Aoi 1

(人◕ω◕) So I lied. I guess I'm just going to change the setting depending on how I feel. I am so damn HUNGRY for NaeHina and I see nobody is making a story to satisfy my craving so for all the starving NaeHina fans out there I got you. And for a bonus this time it's when they are married so we get insight into Adult Aoi and how she's grown alongside the egg~ (人◕ω◕)(人◕ω◕)(人◕ω◕) Anyways y'all loved the Sayaka one so I'm hoping you'll love this one as well~ Enjoy!

The soft crash of waves on the shore echoed in the distance, the salty sea breeze rustling the leaves of nearby palm trees. A quaint little beach house nestled amongst the greenery, its homely presence a gentle whisper of times gone by. Makoto and Asahina had made it a yearly tradition to come back here, to revisit the place that had nurtured so many of their memories, but this year was different. This year, they were not alone.

Their three children, Maya, Yuji, and Yuna, were creating their own memories now, their playful shouts and laughter mixing with the sound of the waves. Their eldest, Maya, was guiding her brothers in constructing an ambitious sandcastle by the water's edge. Yuji, the middle child, was focused and diligent, carving out the moat while the youngest, Yuna, was content with filling her tiny bucket with wet sand and then dumping it all over again.

Watching from a distance, Asahina and Makoto sat under a beach umbrella, enjoying the spectacle. Their hands were entwined, their fingers fitting together as perfectly as they did all those years ago when they first discovered their feelings for each other. Asahina looked up at Makoto, her eyes sparkling with unshed tears.

"Makoto," she began, her voice barely above a whisper, "do you remember when we first came here?"

Makoto turned to face her, his eyes gentle. "I do," he said, his voice soft. "We were just kids ourselves back then, weren't we?" He squeezed her hand gently, a comforting presence.

"I still remember the look on your face when you saw the ocean for the first time," Asahina laughed, her eyes distant with the memories. "You were so awestruck, it was adorable."

Makoto chuckled. "I remember someone promising to teach me how to swim and then pushing me into the water instead," he retorted playfully, earning a soft punch on his arm from Asahina.

"The important thing is you learned, didn't you?" she quipped, grinning at him. Their laughter filled the air, mixing with the symphony of nature around them.

Their gentle banter faded into a comfortable silence, the two of them lost in their own thoughts, their own memories. The years had passed, leaving behind a trail of shared smiles, tears, joy, and a bond that had only grown stronger. And now, they were here again, but this time, they weren't creating memories just for themselves. They were creating memories for their children, shaping their moments of joy, their childhood, just like they had done for each other all those years ago.

Maya, a mirror image of her mother, suddenly broke away from her brothers and sprinted towards her parents, her chestnut hair flying behind her. "Mom, Dad," she panted, "You have to come and see this!"

Makoto exchanged a glance with Asahina, the corners of their eyes crinkling in amusement. They both stood, hand in hand, and followed their daughter towards the sandcastle that she and her brothers had been working on so diligently.

The sandcastle was as ambitious as it was exquisite, its structure a testament to the tireless dedication of the children. Makoto knelt down beside it, studying the details, while Asahina, her eyes shining with pride, ruffled Maya's hair affectionately.

"It's beautiful," Makoto said, looking up at his daughter. "Just like your mother."

Maya beamed, her cheeks flushing with joy. "Really, Dad?" she asked, her eyes wide with excitement. Makoto nodded, giving her a gentle smile.

Just then, Yuji and Yuna joined them, their faces flushed from their exertion. Asahina scooped Yuna up in her arms, planting a kiss on her forehead while Makoto patted Yuji's head affectionately.

"Our little architects," Asahina said, her voice filled with love and admiration. "You all did a great job."

Despite the sinking sun, their day was far from over. Asahina suggested a game - a scavenger hunt around the beach. Makoto's eyes sparkled with mischief as he immediately agreed, excitement simmering in their children's eyes at the prospect.

Maya, the eldest, was assigned as the team leader for her younger siblings, while Makoto and Asahina would be the ones to hide various beach items for the children to find. The pair darted off, leaving their children in suspenseful anticipation.

As Makoto dug a small hole to hide a uniquely shaped shell, he felt a tug on his shirt. He turned to see Yuna, her eyes wide and curious. "Dad, why do we do this?" she asked, her tiny finger pointing at the shell.

Makoto smiled at his daughter's curiosity, pulling her into his lap as he began to explain. "Well, Yuna," he began, "it's not just about the game. It's about making memories, working together and having fun as a family."

Meanwhile, Asahina, having hidden a small bottle filled with sand, was approached by Yuji, who asked why they used such 'ordinary' things for the game. Laughing, Asahina lifted him onto her hip, "Yuji, it's the ordinary things that make the most extraordinary memories. It's not about the items but the adventure you go through to find them."

As they finished hiding the items, the couple returned to their eager children, Makoto giving a dramatic whistle to signal the beginning of the hunt. The children scampered off, their laughter mingling with the soothing rhythm of the waves. Makoto and Asahina watched on, their hearts swelling with love for their little adventurers.

Watching the children, Asahina turned to Makoto, her eyes sparkling in the twilight. "Do you think they understand what we told them?" she asked, her voice filled with hope.

"I think they will, in time," Makoto answered, wrapping his arm around her as they watched their children, their little architects now turned adventurers, searching for the hidden treasures on the beach. "And when they do, they'll realize how extraordinary these moments truly are."

Their shared laughter filled the air as they enjoyed the hunt's antics, their children's joy a testament to the magic of these simple moments. It was in these ordinary events that the Naegi family wove the threads of their extraordinary life, a tapestry of love, resilience, and enduring hope.

Asahina squeezed Makoto's hand gently, her gaze never leaving their children. "I can't wait to see them make their own extraordinary moments someday," she murmured, a soft smile playing on her lips.

Makoto nodded, his gaze mirroring Asahina's. "Neither can I, Aoi. Neither can I."

As the scavenger hunt came to an end, the sun had finally nestled below the horizon, leaving the sky filled with the first twinkling stars of the night. It was time to pack up their things and head home, but not before one last treat.

From the cooler, Asahina pulled out a box filled with a variety of donuts. The children's eyes went wide with excitement, and even Makoto couldn't help but grin at the sight.

"Okay, okay," Asahina said, trying to contain her own smile. "Each of you can pick one. But remember to save some for your mom, okay?"

Maya, grinning widely, was the first to choose. Her hand hovered over the box before she finally picked a sugar-glazed donut, her favorite. The sight warmed Makoto's heart - like mother, like daughter indeed.

After the children had chosen theirs, Makoto reached for his usual choice, a classic chocolate glazed. However, Asahina swatted his hand away playfully, a mischievous glint in her eyes.

"Ah, ah, ah," she teased, picking up a strawberry frosted donut and waving it under his nose. "For you, Mr. Naegi, I recommend something…sweeter."

Makoto chuckled, rolling his eyes at her playful antics, but he accepted the donut nevertheless, his gaze softening at her beaming smile. "I see, thanks for the suggestion, Mrs. Naegi."

As they packed up their belongings, Asahina couldn't resist stealing another glance at Makoto. In the soft glow of the evening, with sand dusted in his hair and a smile that never seemed to fade, she found herself falling for him all over again.

She slid her hand into his, their fingers intertwining as if they were two pieces of a puzzle. "You know, Makoto," she started, her voice barely a whisper in the gentle sea breeze, "I think I prefer you even more than donuts."

Makoto looked over at her, surprised, before his face turned into a tomato. "Now that's a compliment," he said, squeezing her hand lightly.

Makoto's surprise soon melted into a warm, adoring gaze as he looked at Asahina. The last hues of the sunset painting her in shades of orange and pink, her hair disheveled from the playful breeze, and her hand fitting perfectly into his - it all made his heart flutter.

"Aoi," he began, his voice carrying an unmistakable affection. His eyes traced the lines of her face, the freckles that dusted her nose and cheeks, the way her hair curled around her ears, and the way her eyes sparkled when she looked at him. "You know I love you more than words can say, right?"

Asahina blushed, the corners of her mouth tugging into a soft smile as she nodded. "I know, Makoto," she said, her voice barely above a whisper. "And I love you too, more than all the donuts in the world."

He laughed at her comparison, squeezing her hand in return. He lifted their intertwined hands, pressing a soft kiss on the back of her hand, making her heart flutter.

The soft lapping of the sea against the shore, the chirping of the crickets, and the rustling of the trees made for a calming symphony, a perfect backdrop to their romantic confession.

"I can't wait to spend the rest of my life with you, Asahina," Makoto whispered, pressing his forehead against hers, his eyes locked into her twinkling ones. "Every single ordinary and extraordinary moment with you is a blessing."

Asahina's heart swelled with warmth and love, the twinkle in her eyes mirroring the stars above them. She leaned forward, pressing a soft kiss on his lips. "I feel the same, Makoto," she murmured against his lips. "Every day with you is like a dream."

As they shared the soft, lingering kiss, the sounds of the sea, the crickets, and the rustling leaves seemed to have faded into the background. But just as Makoto was about to deepen the kiss, a low growl rumbled from Asahina's stomach, breaking the silence.

They both pulled back, surprise evident in their eyes before it morphed into laughter. Asahina flushed, burying her face in Makoto's chest, but he only chuckled warmly, planting a gentle kiss on her head.

"You and your donuts, Asahina," he teased, the mirth in his voice evident. She playfully smacked his chest, looking up at him with a pout, but her twinkling eyes gave her away.

"It's not my fault! You're the one who made me miss dinner and I'm eating for two right now," she complained, though there was no bite to her words. Makoto couldn't help but laugh at that, pressing another kiss on her forehead.

"Alright, alright," he conceded, wrapping his arm around her shoulder and pulling her closer to his side. "How about this? We'll head back home and I'll whip up some late-night pancakes. Would that be okay?"

Asahina looked up at him, her eyes sparkling in the soft moonlight. "With extra syrup and whipped cream?" she asked, her voice hopeful.

Makoto laughed at her antics, pressing a soft kiss on her temple. "Anything for you two, Aoi," he promised, the love in his voice palpable.

And so, under the watchful gaze of the moon and the twinkling stars, they strolled back towards their cozy home, hand in hand, their laughter echoing in the quiet night. They had a lifetime of sweet moments, of playful banter, and warm embraces to look forward to, and they wouldn't have it any other way.

Hope blooms after all~

#hope universe #danganronpa au #danganronpa #makoto naegi #aoi asahina #makoto x aoi #naehina #fluff #romance #rare ship #love

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hades--baby · 2 years

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Their Saving Grace

Summary: Angel and Tank hadn't hung out much. Not in public, at least. The times they had spent together were tucked away in Tank's dingy little apartment as Angel tried to pry into the estranged wolf's life and during the short breaks of the pack meetings that neither of them really wanted to be at. And that's why Angel was so surprised when Tank actually agreed to go to a bar with them. It's a damn shame that their night didn't really go as planned.

Note: I'm so out of practice with writing, but I'm trying to get back into it. I've been sticking with the redacted fandom, but I started rewatching Game of Thrones so I might just dip myself into that area as well haha--anyways, let me know what you guys think! And thank you for reading <3

(This work was also cross-posted on my ao3 account under hades_baby)

Word count: 5,016

“The next job that I have lined up for us was outsourced by the department for the protection of a seer named Morgan Kyne. We’ve worked as a security detail for him in the past and he requested our services again,” David explained as he handed Tank a small stack of stapled papers. “The department is setting up a meeting between Morgan and another seer, who decided to stay unnamed on our record. They asked us to make sure that the entirety of their meeting goes undisturbed and that both participants leave the building unharmed.”

Tank lazily flipped through all the papers, halting their movements to look over Morgan Kyne’s file. They quickly found that he was considered to be a very important seer and that the department had done many things to keep him heavily protected at all times. Tank found the lengthy list of safety procedures a bit odd. It made them question why this specific seer was so much more important than all the other ones the department had managed to harbor in their clutches? And why did the other seer in the equation decide that they wanted to stay unnamed on the Shaw Pack Security record?

Even though they had all of these jumbled unanswered questions, Tank knew that they would still have to work the security detail regardless of having all of the information. So, in the end, it didn’t really matter if they had the answers to their beloved questions.

“You and Milo are going to be watching the main entrance while Asher and I cover the meeting room door,” David continued. He tapped two of his fingers against a specific spot on the map of the department building plastered in front of them, showing them exactly where they were meant to be stationed throughout the entirety of the job.

“Is it just the four of us working this one?” Tank asked, glancing up at David with a curious look in their eye. He nodded his head in response. They grimaced and hummed lowly. “Seems a bit small for something so important, don’t you think?”

“Morgan and the department asked for something a bit small,” Milo said, quickly stealing the estranged wolf’s attention. Tank flicked their expectant gaze over to him, waiting for him to follow up on his very brief statement. He always followed up with more after saying something so short and blunt. They’d noticed that he’d been doing it since high school. “They’re trying to keep whatever they’re setting up all hush-hush. It’s supposed to be a subtle job.”

“Well, if that’s the case, are you sure you want me staking out the entrance? I don’t really scream… subtle,” Tank said, furrowing their brows while giving them a knowing look.

“Neither does the alpha and beta of the Shaw Pack standing at the front of a department building,” David retorted.

“Fair point.”

“Hey, Tank!”

Now, that was something that made Tank cringe a bit.

The last time someone had shouted their name like that in the middle of the den, they had gotten a pleasant surprise fist to the face, all thanks to Christian and his so-called “high opinion” on what was supposedly right for the pack. Tank hadn’t cared much about the fact that Christian thought they were no good for the pack or for the nasty bruise he had left on their cheek, but David and the rest of the pack did.

David practically had a fucking field day with him.

Tank flicked their eyes around the crowded room, searching for the person who had just shouted their name. Angel was easy to spot. They had just burst through the doors of the den, their figure perked up and practically buzzing with excitement. Tank raised their brows, silently gesturing for them to continue on with whatever it was they wanted to say.

“We’re still on for drinks later tonight at the Golden Growler, right?” Angel asked with a smile shining on their face.

“Supposed to leave at nine, right?” they prompted, curiously tilting their head to the side. Tank knew the answer to their own question, but they figured it wouldn’t hurt to make sure they were right.

“See you in thirty,” Angel confirmed, sending them a two-fingered salute paired with a wink before walking over to where Asher and his mate were talking.

Tank went back to skimming over Morgan Kyne’s file, but their reading was rudely interrupted when Milo speedily snatched the papers right out of their hands. They looked up at the pair of grinning shifters standing in front of them. They tried to reach for the file, but Milo jerked them further from their reach.

“Alright, what the fuck?” they questioned, impatiently waiting for an answer.

“Are you going to a bar with my mate?” David asked with a smug smirk on his face.

“Didn’t know you were the party type,” Milo teased, tapping one of their shoulders with the folded file in his hands. Tank huffed out a heavy breath, rolled their eyes, and grabbed back the stack of stapled papers before shoving both of the shifters away with a harsh playful shove.

“Piss off, would you?”

The other two shifters gave each other a look, held their hands up in mock surrender, and went back to discussing the details of their upcoming security job.

Regardless of their little teasing, David and Milo were actually really happy to hear that Tank was finally getting themself out there; especially with Angel, of all people. They were interested in seeing how the pair’s interaction would play out. And it’s not like this was their first time ever spending time together—long nights in Tank’s grungy apartment and snack breaks in the pack den were enough to prove that. It just so happened to be the first time they were going to be hanging out in a public setting like a bar.

The latest version of Tank was known to be a lot quieter in a bar setting. They were typically found sipping something strong on their own in a dark corner of the room or at the very end of a perfectly polished bar, not bothering anyone and not being bothered by anyone. The only time people had really known them to party at a bar or a club was when Quinn had an absolute vice grip on them and their mind.

On the other hand, Angel had always been known to be—what Milo had called—the party type. They were unapologetically themself at bars and clubs. They didn’t care about whether or not someone was staring at them as if they were crazy as they danced their way around the room or if they were making fun of them for ordering the fruitiest drink on the long-ass menu of bullshit cocktails that cost all too much.

So… yeah.

It was going to be an interesting night for the two of them.

Tank couldn’t deny that they were actually excited for their little hangout. Now, how was this little hangout arranged? They couldn’t really tell you. Angel kind of just burst into their life as they did with most people.

“Well, it looks like we have about thirty minutes to discuss this week’s job before you have to head out for your little party,” Milo teased one last time before returning to the plan they had been discussing moments before. Tank rolled their eyes in response before going back to listening in on the plan.

They didn’t understand why they were making such a big deal about everything.

Well, in a way, they did.

It wasn’t every day the most estranged member of the pack decided to hang out with the most ecstatic one.

Guess it was about damn time it happened.

“Ready to go?” Tank asked as they walked over to where Angel was sitting patiently on their phone. They pulled on their leather jacket and stole a glance at Angel’s phone, seeing that they were playing—what they had learned to be—Minecraft.

“Ready,” Angel said, popping up from their seat and stuffing their phone into their back pocket. “Are we taking your motorcycle like you promised?”

“Yeah, of course,” Tank said, nonchalantly nodding their head along. They remembered Angel's excitement when they offered to take the two of them to the bar on their old motorcycle. A joyride on Tank’s classic cruiser was something Angel had been begging for since they had witnessed the estranged wolf pull up on it for a late-night pack meeting a couple of months ago.

“Be safe,” David called from the table he and Milo were sitting at. The two of them had finally released the poor shifter from their meeting, noticing how they had been watching the clock for the remaining thirty minutes.

“See you later, Davey!” Angel called back as they headed out of the den with Tank in tow.

When they got outside to the glossy black classic cruiser parked near the front of the lot, Tank kicked their leg over and settled comfortably on the seat. They grabbed the helmet that had been hanging from the handlebars and held it out to Angel, who seemed a bit hesitant to take it.

“What about you?” they asked, tilting their head to the side while slowly taking the offered helmet.

“Oh, don’t worry about me. I’ve ridden this thing without a helmet more times than I have with one on. Sam would probably have my head if he knew that, but that’s beside the point. Plus, I’m pretty sure David would rather have you wearing that thing,” Tank said, shrugging their shoulders. They zipped up their leather jacket, pulling at the collar a bit to cover their neck. The fading bite marks soon disappeared from view under the thick material. “You’re gonna want to zip your jacket up. It’s going to get a lot colder when we start moving.”

Angel zipped up their jacket in a flash, pulled the heavy helmet on, and nodded their head. Tank looked them over for a second before a small smile pulled over their face and a soft chuckle slipped past their lips. That smile was enough to make Angel grin like an idiot. They hadn’t ever really seen Tank smile like that. Only on occasion, and Sam was typically the cause of it. So, knowing that they had just made the usually stoic wolf smile—it made them feel absolutely ecstatic.

“Come here,” Tank said, ushering them closer with a lazy wave of their hand. The quiet shifter helped adjust the thick woven straps of the helmet under Angel’s chin, ensuring everything was nice and snug. Once they figured everything was good to go, they snapped the clear face shield down into place and rapped their knuckles against the top of the helmet a couple of times. Angel was forced to duck their head to escape the rough knocking as they let out a few bits of laughter. “Let’s motor.”

Angel hopped onto the back of the bike and quickly froze, not knowing where to place their arms.

Would Tank be comfortable with their arms wrapped around them?

Would they want Angel to just hold onto their shoulders?

Would they even be comfortable with any of that?

The only time Angel had been on a motorcycle was with David, but they knew his comfort level nearly better than he did himself. They knew exactly how much they could do before their mate got irritated and uncomfortable, but how far could they go before Tank got irritated and uncomfortable?

“You’re going to have to wrap your arms around me if you don’t want to fly off the back,” Tank said, glancing over their shoulder a bit.

“Right,” Angel said with a curt nod, but their words were almost completely muffled by the polished face shield that Tank had set in place. They wrapped their arms around Tank’s torso, clasping their hands right over the shifter’s abdomen.

Tank started up their motorcycle like they had done a million other times, finding absolute comfort in the deep rumbling purr that reverberated from the massive machine. They couldn’t help but think back to all the warm afternoons they had spent with Gabe, fixing up the busted engine and vast amount of stripped wiring while his choice of classic rock played quietly in the background of the open garage.

The bike had been something that was left behind by their parents when they had skipped town and left Tank, who had been in their late teens at the time. They had wanted nothing to do with that damned bike, but Gabe had somehow convinced them to help him fix it up. He had told them that it would be a good project to take up their time and that it would be good to have something to ride around town when they really needed to, but Tank knew better than that.

Sure, all of those reasons were fair and true, but they knew that he wanted to spend more time with them, to keep them around for as long as he could, and to make them feel welcomed in a pack they so obviously felt detached from.

They had been pretty reluctant to help Gabe fix the old bike up. They hated the idea of fixing something that had once been owned by their parents. The motorcycle had become a constant reminder that they had been left behind all the same. But the moment they learned to stop comparing themself to a motorcycle was the moment they started spending comfortable afternoons with Gabe, and the glossy black cruiser became a much favored after-school project.

“Ready?” Tank inquired, glancing over their shoulder once more.

“Ready,” Angel confirmed, nodding their head and knocking the chin of the helmet against the wolf’s shoulder.

They eased their way out of the parking lot, hitting the smooth streets of Dahlia at extreme speeds. The needle of the speedometer climbed like there was no tomorrow. Tank couldn’t help but smirk at the feeling of Angel’s arms tightening around them and they found it nice to hear their muffled laughter of excitement.

Much to Angel’s dismay, they arrived at the bar much quicker than they’d like to admit. They silently wished they could’ve kept riding for a little longer, but they guessed that’s what they got for picking a place so close to the pack’s den. Tank soon pulled over, parking right in front of the buzzing bar. The bright neon light hanging outside shone across the face shield of the helmet, urging Angel to pull it off and hand it back to Tank. They hung it on the handlebars, waiting for Angel to get off the bike before they could.

“Alright. Drinks, darts, and dirty secrets,” Angel said.

“Drinks, darts, and maybe dirty secrets,” Tank echoed, nodding their head once. Angel grinned, grabbed their hand, and pulled them right into the bar.

The place was a mix of empowered and unempowered people, which Tank didn’t find any comfort in. Part of them wished they had just gone to an unempowered bar. Somewhere that would’ve been considered safer for their alpha’s mate. Somewhere they wouldn’t have to glance over their shoulder every few seconds to make sure that there wasn’t anyone trying to start some shit with them.

Not that anyone would try to start some shit with them.

No one in Dahlia would be dumb enough to mess with anyone associated with the Shaw Pack.

Well, only Quinn would have the guts to try something, but that was a story for another time.

They took their seats at the high bar, called the bartender over, and ordered their preferred drinks. And even though their drinks of choice were drastically different, they seemed to fit the two perfectly.

“Damn it,” Angel said, slamming one of their fists against the polished wooden bar as their drinks were placed in front of them. The slam of their fist should’ve made Tank flinch like a few others around them did, but it didn’t.

“What’s up?” Tank asked, casually glancing at Angel as they took a sip from their glass of whiskey. One large cube of ice floated neatly in the middle of the chilled amber liquid.

“I knew you were pretty much the definition of a badass—I mean, the motorcycle, the leather jacket, the stoic look you always have on, the cool-looking scars—and I had a feeling that you would order some sort of plain whiskey drink, but I was kind of hoping that you would break the stereotype and order something like super fruity,” Angel rambled as they swirled their own drink around with the little black straw set in their glass. “Fuck. Now I owe David ten bucks.”

Now that was enough to make Tank laugh.

“You know, Asher and Milo used to always tell me that I matched the stereotypical movie badass trope. They would always say that I was like someone straight out of a Fast and Furious movie or some shit like that,” Tank said, shaking their head while shrugging their shoulders. They took another sip of their drink, enjoying how warm their chest was beginning to feel.

“Here. Take a sip of mine and tell me what you think,” Angel said, sliding their drink over to Tank. The shifter eyed the colorful drink carefully before slowly picking it up and taking a slow sip, completely disregarding the little black straw Angel had been using. The strong taste of pomegranate and liquor overwhelmed their taste buds, making them grimace slightly. “See? Isn’t that much better?”

“It’s pretty good, but I think I’ll stick with mine,” Tank said, grabbing the heavy crystal glass full of whiskey.

“Suit yourself,” Angel said, beaming a bit with a smile before taking another long sip of their drink. They slammed the glass back down on the bar, grabbed Tank’s hand, and nodded towards the dartboard nailed on the opposite wall. “Come on. We’ve still gotta fulfill the darts and dirty secrets part of the night!”

“I’m sorry, but there is absolutely no way that David Shaw lets you call him puppy,” Tank scoffed with an amused smile and a furrowed brow. “I am never going to let him live that one down.”

“First of all, he would kill me if he ever found out I told you that! And second, I said that he only lets me call him that on occasion,” Angel insisted, giggling like a child while playfully shoving Tank’s shoulder.

“Oh, on occasion my ass,” Tank said, rolling their eyes. The amount of whiskey they had drunk wasn’t enough to completely inebriate them, but they were definitely a lot more chatty than they were at the beginning of the night. Angel liked this side of Tank, and they were interested in seeing what it would take to get them like that without the wonderful aid of whiskey. “I bet he lets you call him that and pet him all the time when he’s shifted. Secretly enjoying all of the head pats and belly rubs you probably give him.”

“The same way you used to enjoy all the same things from me, misfit?”

Tank immediately froze at the sound of the familiar voice, the multiple glasses of whiskey in their system quickly flooding away as if they hadn’t been tipsy moments before. Their laughing mood had been snatched and their senses were thrown on high alert. They grabbed onto Angel, shoving their alpha’s mate behind their back as they whipped around to face the voice that had just spoken into the night’s chilled air. Their eyes narrowed at the psychotic vampire wearing a sadistic, devilish grin.

“Quinn,” Tank snarled, baring their teeth. Angel tensed up behind them, their hands finding the back of Tank’s leather jacket and squeezing the material into their trembling fists. Tank wanted to turn their head and tell them that it would be okay, but they didn’t want to risk taking their eyes off Quinn.

“Making friends with another unempowered brat? Huh. It seems you never learn,” he said, scoffing and dramatically rolling his eyes. “Who knows? Maybe this one won’t end up like the last.”

Tank’s fingers twitched at the insinuation until they balled up into tight fists.

“Let them leave. Then you and I can settle all of this bullshit on our own,” Tank insisted as they took a single step back. They kept a hand wrapped around one of Angel’s wrists, making sure that they were still where they knew them to be. Quinn didn’t show any sign of letting their unempowered friend leave. “As much as I hate to admit it, you aren’t fucking dumb, Quinn. You’ve made some bold moves in the past, but you’re not stupid enough to go after someone that would get your head on David Shaw’s most wanted list.”

“You’re right,” he said, letting out a disappointed sigh. His eyes flicked down to the ground for a moment before looking right back at the tense shifter. “But that doesn’t stop me from going after you.”

Angel didn’t know what to do.

All of it had happened so quickly.

Quinn had mercilessly lunged for Tank and dragged them right into the shitty little alleyway adjacent to the bar they had been comfortably drinking in moments ago. Unfortunately, he had managed to snag Angel’s arm in the process of grabbing his most hated shifter and now their poor forearm was bleeding through the sleeve of their jacket. But their gash was nothing compared to what Tank had just endured to protect them.

The fight hadn’t lasted long.

And now, Tank was lying limp on the ground and Quinn was nowhere to be seen.

The sadistic vampire had fled once he had gotten the poor wolf bleeding and on their knees. Angel was just thankful that the blood-sucking bastard hadn’t gotten away completely unscathed. They felt a little better knowing that half of the dark blood staining the wet concrete below them came from his undead veins.

With that being said, they felt absolutely sick to their stomach knowing that the other half of the blood on the ground had come from Tank.

“Tank! Time to open your eyes. It’s going to be okay—you are going to be okay,” Angel rambled, scooping up the shifter’s head with their shaking hands and resting it comfortably in their lap. “I’m going to call David and then he’s going to call Sam and then everything’s going to be perfectly okay. You hear me? Everything’s going to be okay.”

Tank could tell that Angel was freaking out past the point of comprehension.

They couldn’t blame them, though.

Angel wasn’t used to situations like this.

They weren’t David, who could usually keep a relatively level head regardless of the chaotic situation.

They weren’t Asher, who could joke through any serious situation while still making sure to get his job done.

They weren’t Milo, who could switch between being a jokester and a stoic medic as he attempted to heal someone.

They weren’t Sam, who always knew exactly what to do even when the simple task of thinking felt impossible.

Tank needed Angel to calm down before anything dire happened.

Before they potentially fucking died because they couldn’t get Quinn to back off.

Before they potentially fucking died and scarred Angel for the rest of their life.

Tank’s heart was starting to slow, but they needed to pull through to make sure this situation didn’t absolutely fuck with Angel’s psyche.

They didn’t deserve that.

Not in this lifetime.

Not in any lifetime.

Fuck.

They were still wearing their goddamn leather jacket. The blood was going to be a bitch to get out. The smell, the texture, the material—all of it would be ruined.

But that didn’t really matter right now.

Angel’s hands were shaking as they tried to dial David’s number. Hot tears were streaming down their face and it was apparent that they wouldn’t be able to complete the task on their own. Not like this, at least.

“Angel,” Tank rasped out to catch their attention. Angel took a deep breath and met Tank’s blanking gaze. “I need you to take a deep breath for me and then finish David’s number, alright?”

“Alright,” they said, nodding quickly before taking another deep breath. After that, they started to dial much steadier than before. Their hands still shook, but their nimble fingers managed to type out the rest of the number.

Tank didn’t understand why they hadn’t just pressed David’s contact name, which would no doubt be in their recent call history, but they also knew that panic and adrenaline could do amazing things to the mind. They knew that Angel was trying to do the right thing and they were doing the right thing. It didn’t matter if they were taking the longer route to it. Tank was just thankful they hadn’t frozen up like most people would have.

The phone started to ring and Angel put it on speaker, their hands still shaking as they placed it on the cold concrete next to Tank’s head.

“How’s the night going, Angel?” David asked the moment he answered.

“David! I need you to come down to the bar right now,” Angel begged, their voice bursting out louder than either of them expected. “We’re in an alleyway by the bar on sixth—”

“Slow down—what’s wrong? Why do you sound like you’re crying?” he asked. The noise from the other side of the line made it apparent that he was getting up and grabbing the keys to his truck. Both of them could hear Asher and Milo asking what was wrong in the background. “Angel put Tank on the phone.”

Tank let out a strained groan to let David know that they were, in fact, already on the phone with them. Angel grimaced and shook their head at Tank’s attempt.

“I can’t really do that right now. Quinn was here and they protected me and now they’re bleeding out and I don’t know what to do!” Angel exclaimed, their panic growing with each passing word they rambled out.

“I’m sorry—what? Quinn was there?” David snapped, sounding completely distressed now. He started to move even faster than before, keys jangling louder in the background. “Are you alright? Is Tank alright? How bad are they?”

Angel looked over Tank’s body, not really knowing how to answer him. Blood poured out of Tank’s neck, chest, and abdomen. All of the crimson liquid was coming from a vast amount of gashes and vampire bites that littered their body.

“David, it’s bad,” they whispered as if Tank couldn’t hear them.

The bleeding shifter chuckled, but it immediately turned into a line of rough coughs.

“Hey, David?” Tank rasped out, hoping he could hear them.

“Tank?”

“Don’t call Sam, alright? I don’t want this to be his last image of me,” they said, swallowing hard.

David stayed completely silent on the other side of the line for a long while, thinking about how he could respond without sparking anything. Eventually, he let out a long sigh before speaking again.

“Stay on the phone. I’ll be there in five.”

Tank took a heavy breath and shook their head as much as they could.

“Fuck me,” Tank muttered. They knew he was going to call their mate regardless of what they wanted. “Sam’s going to fucking kill me himself if this doesn’t turn out to be the last night of my life.”

“Don’t say that. This isn’t going to be the last night of your life. Sam’s going to get here and he’s going to fix you up and then we’re all going to go home and everything’s going to be okay,” Angel said, clenching their jaw as they tried to get a hold of themself. “Everything’s going to be okay.”

“Hey, Angel?” Tank started, smiling a bit. Angel could see the blood that stained Tank’s sharp teeth. The bleeding wolf took a moment to speak up again, trying to think about whether or not they wanted to say something while David—and most likely Asher and Milo—were listening in. Fuck it. “Thanks for making tonight amazing. It’s been a while since I’ve… since I’ve had a good night with a friend.”

Angel nearly broke at that.

A friend.

Tank called them a fucking friend.

The estranged wolf of the pack, the one that nobody seemed to be able to get to, the one that didn't seem to have any friends.

“You are going to be perfectly okay and then we’re going to go out again and have another good night because guess what, Tank?” Angel started, furrowing their brows while holding onto their form even tighter than before. Tank’s eyes flicked up to Angel’s, waiting for them to continue with what they were going to say. “Because that’s what friends do.”

Tank stared at them for a long time before letting out a strained chuckle.

“Cheesy.”

“Shut up before I really show you cheesy,” Angel said, letting out a huff of laughter while tears continued to stream from their eyes. They were starting to calm down and Tank was ever-thankful for that. They weren’t sure if they could keep themself calm along with them for much longer.

“I’m sorry that all of this happened tonight,” Tank rasped out, grimacing slightly as their laughter died down.

“You can make up for it the next time we go out. I’ll let you pick the place next time,” Angel said, shrugging their shoulders with a sad smile.

They sat in silence for a while, waiting for David and the rest of them to show. Angel’s hands had been working their way through Tank’s hair the entire time, fingertips messing with the ends every so often in a comforting way. It was enough to make Tank want to close their eyes and fall asleep, but they knew they couldn’t do that.

Not now, at least.

“Hey, Angel?”

Angel hummed, waiting for them to continue.

“Thanks for being my saving grace.”

#redacted asmr #redacted darlin #redacted angel #redacted david #redacted milo #redacted quinn #redacted angst #personally i think angel and darlin would be a cute couple if they didn't already have their mates <3

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oh-surprise-its-me · 8 months

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I think in the grand scheme of having Chris being from Texas we forgot one important detail. The man would be wearing a Stetson at times and there’s a rule that goes if you steal the hat you have to ride the cowboy. Tom and Ron being from New York wouldn’t know that rule. Tom and Ron have probably seen Hollywood steal Wolf’s from off his head so they probably think that it’s something cute to do to your partner like a way of flirting. So could we have Tom or Ron or both stealing Chris’s Stetson for the first time and finding out the rule about stealing it.

- lovehate ❤️❤️❤️

LOVE I WAS LITERALLY THINKING THIS THE OTHER DAY WHOOHOOO OUR MIDWEST BLOOD KICKED IN

ANYWAYS

It was late in the middle of June. Wolf and Chris had just gotten back from riding horses. They’re still fully outfitted up. Boots, hats, dusty jeans.

Chris wants a shower but decides it can wait, he smells food.

He flicks Wolf’s hat as they walk away from the barn. He gets shoved for his trouble. They chase after each other and crash into the backyard. “Woah!”

Chris has Wolf in a headlock when he looks up at Tommy, “hey baby!”

Tom snorts and waves. “Have fun?” Wolf straightens and smiles while tossing an arm around Chris’s shoulders. “Hell yeah. Where’s Holly?” Tom points at the pool where Holly is stretched out in the sun like a lizard. Wolf grins and starts to sneak up on him.

Tom shakes his head and grabs Chris by his belt loops, “hi cowboy.” Chris leans back with a hand on his hat to kiss Tom. “My flyboy.”

Chris feels his hat get plucked from his head. “Hey pretty boy.” He spins in Tom’s arms to stare at Ron. He opens and closes his mouth to the sight of Ron with his cowboy hat on. There’s whistles from where Wolf and Holly are laying.

“YEAAH RON GET IT!!”

Ron blinks over their shoulders to stare at the two other men. “Do I wanna know?” Chris’s mouth opens again and closes, a hand reaches around and takes the hat again.

He knows if he turns the hat will be on Tommy’s head.

He turns with a gasp. Fuck Tom looks good. Like Clint Eastwood but hotter Jesus Christ.

“Damn Chris you’re not gonna sleep tonight huh?” Wolf walks by without his own hat now, he claps Tom’s shoulder on the way by. “Wolf I swear.”

Holly gasps from where he’s got Wolf’s hat on, “do they not know??”

Ron and Tom blink at each other, “know what..?”

Chris sighs. How can he explain this. This hat rule that these two city boys would have no idea about. The rule that Holly had to learn the hard way according to stories from the two.

Wolf beats him to it. “Save a horse ride the cowboy. You take the hat you ride the ride.” Chris smacks his head down into Tom’s shoulder with a whispered “Goddamn it.”

Ron let’s put a startled laugh. Tom’s fingers tighten from where he’s holding onto Chris. “So does this mean I ride you or Ron?” Chris bites Tom’s shoulder hard. “It doesn’t count if you didn’t know.” Ron makes a sad noise behind Chris. “What if I wanna follow through?” Tom reaches out and pulls Ron closer. “Yeah what we wanna do that?”

Chris is pink. He can’t help it. He knows Wolf and Holly know shit about them but damn if this isn’t crossing some lines. “You two. Guest room. We’ll have dinner in an hour?”

Wolf whoops while pulling Holly up, “come on cowboy let’s go.” Holly laughs and let’s Wolf pull him into the house.

Tom takes off the hat and tosses it onto the table. He starts biting the side of Chris’s neck. Ron pulls Chris back so their hips line up.

Chris can only moan. “If y’all want to that’s great but it felt unfair to do this without you knowing the rule.” Tom laughs. He kisses Chris quickly, “it’s cute you think we wouldn’t jump at the opportunity to ride you.” Chris goes even redder. He stutters at that. “Well? I- I mean like? You didn’t know! I thought you did! Holly takes Wolf’s hat enough!”

Ron laughs and kisses Chris’s neck. “Mysz we honestly thought it was a them thing. Or like a Texas thing since Lucas has done it to David before.”

Chris slowly nods. He guesses that makes sense. He snakes a hand into Tom’s hair. “So? We’ve got enough time for one of you to ride me. Who’s first?” Ron gently bites Chris’s ear, “me. I got the hat first. Anyways Tommy stole it from me.” Tom whines from where he’s been working on sucking a bruise into Chris’s chest. “I wanna ride him too. Fuck how about both of you.”

Chris’s hands tighten on Tom’s waist. “Later. Jesus much later so we can make you scream without having to look Wolf or Holly in the eyes after.”

Ron snorts and pulls them towards the house. They’ve got 45 minutes until the rescheduled dinner. They’ll make something work.

#ron slider kerner #chris seresin #tom iceman kazansky #top gun #tom x ron x chris #ron x chris x tom #henry wolfman ruth #rick hollywood neven #hollywood x wolfman #mac writes top gun

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slutforelliealways · 10 months

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Space Girl Pt: 3

Four ish months ago

Friday night and the bars were booming with college kids, Dina and Jesse had managed to drag you out of your rut and finally got you out of sweatpants.

“Cmon it’ll be so much fun!” Dina begged at the edge of your bed.

“D I really don’t feel like going to a bar and then having to drive you and Jesse home while you make out in my backseat drunk out of your minds!” You groan at the image.

“Jesse already has an Uber set up, you no longer have any excuses nor choices. Get the fuck up and put on the outfit I picked out for you! Now!” Dina yanks you up by your wrist and you don’t even bother protesting anymore, you’ve outsourced all excuses there’s nothing left so you simply get up and put on the clothes Dina picked out.

To be fair it was a great fit, a matching set, long sleeved crop top that cut right above your belly button (your favorite crop length) and matching tight pants. Both black with a pair of lavender platform sandals, you looked hot. “D i need to do my hair and makeup, can i at least meet you at the bar?” You poke at your face trying to find any excitement behind those tired eyes.

“Hair in a ponytail and we’ll bring your makeup in the car, let’s go dude it’s like a fucking party at the tipsy bison!” Dina started grabbing your makeup bag and you swiftly threw your hair up in a high pony, keeping your middle part visible it’s an important detail every hot girl knows.

“Okay ladies let’s go before the whole thing gets shut down for being too loud!” Jesse waves the two of you out of your apartment.

The car ride gave you plenty of time to do your makeup, you went simple but with a dark lipliner to give your face a pop. You finished off with a sparkly gloss and puckered your lips at Dina, “mwah! If Jesse wasn’t here you know I’d do you baby!” She winks at you from the front seat.

“Hey! Keep it in your pants D! Jesus you’re so gay!” He rolls his eyes and chuckles.

“Only for me Jess, Dina and I have been having an affair for much longer than you know.” You snicker and blow Dina a kiss.

“It’s true babe, I’m deeply in love with my baby girl in the backseat. I’m planning on leaving you soon to purse a future with her.” She smirks as Jesse rolls his eyes. Unfazed by your antics at this point.

“Alright you girls ready? It is time, to party, so hard!” The Uber pulled up right out front of the bar and your two lunatic friends jumped out immediately. You thanked the driver and handed him a cash tip before exiting the vehicle.

“Let’s do this”, you take a deep breath before entering. The atmosphere felt more like a club than the “casual” bar experience with some music your friends had assured you. Although you weren’t surprised by their downplay you huffed out and then allowed your buds to drag you inside.

Dina and Jesse had been downing drinks all night, she forced you to take at minimum four shots and a drink with her. After an hour standing at the bar the alcohol was kicking in, and you desperately needed to pee. You shoved your way through the crowds looking for the bathroom, whether it was the alcohol or the platforms we’ll never know but you stumbled. Hard. As you accepted your fate to have your face smash into the floor someone else had been eyeing you all night and caught you right as your forehead was an inch from meeting the floor. In one swoop of her arm you were brought back to your feet, you brushed your stray hairs back and caught your breath.

“Jesus christ I’m so sorry! The floors really got it out for me recently”, your chuckle stifled when you saw the broad and beautiful woman in front of you. Abby. Fucking. Anderson. “Ab- I mean hey.” You chuckle again awkwardly.

“You okay? Took quite a tumble there.” She looks at you concerned.

“I almost did but you caught me so”, you shot finger guns at her and immediately regretted it. “Sorry I don’t know why I did that. I get nervous around hot girls I guess.” You shoot her a pained smile remembering why you had headed in this direction in the first place. “Let me buy you a drink yeah? I just gotta pee and then I can meet you at the bar and I’ll get you whatever you want!”

“May I escort you to the restroom?” She smiled softly while gesturing to the big bathroom sign.

You grinned, “I mean yeah sure, i- if you want to yeah!” You were buzzed and crushing already so hard. She guided you by your hips over to the ladies room, there wasn’t a line thank god!

“I’ll wait right out here for you okay?” Abby brushed you into the bathroom, she had noticed you were doing what she would later name as your “pee dance”. To which you’d reply i dont not have a pee dance!

You had an awesome pee and checked yourself out in the mirror, you were busy reapplying your lipliner when the door swung wide open and Dina came stumbling in. “Yo is that Abby fucking Anderson?” She squealed.

“It is indeed. Guess who she’s waiting for out there!” You squealed back.

“No way!”

“Way!” You waved your arms and she waved hers back.

“Dude you’re gonna get laid tonight for sure!” Dina humped the air and made a moaning face.

“I fucking hope so! I’ve been trying to get on that all year.” You huff.

“We’re like three months into the year that’s not a long time.” She says confused.

“It’s been three months too long! She’s studying to be a fucking doctor how hot is that?” You check your phone to see how long you’d been in there. “Shit! I gotta go she’s gonna think I’m blowing the toilet up or something. I’ll text you if we end up going back to my place! Love you baby!”

“Love you baby girl!” She blew you a kiss and you caught it and blew one back.

You ordered the drinks for you and Abby, before you had taken your cash out she had already had the bartender swiping her card. “Hey I was supposed to pay for that!”

“You’re having a drink with me finally, I think that’s payment enough for saving you!” She smirks as she sips her G&T.

“Finally?” You raise an eyebrow.

“Yeah I mean, I guess I haven’t made any moves specifically but I figured after four borrowed pens you’d at least ask me out for coffee or something.” She raised an eyebrow back at you.

“Oh? Oh! Yeah don’t be mad but, I honestly just never have any pens.” You wince at the sentence.

“Damn okay! My heart hurts now, here I thought you were just checking me out.” She fakes chest pains and holds her chest.

“I’m fucking with you! I only go to the library on Tuesdays because I know you’ll be there. I always bring extra pens in case you need one but, you never need one.” You smile at her.

“Why not just ask me out instead?” She sips her drink.

“I told you. Hot girls make me nervous.” You wink.

“So what’s up with calling me Abby fucking Anderson?” She leaned in closer to you.

“Oh”, you chuckled nervously, “you heard that huh?”

“I did.” She smirked.

“It’s just a little nickname I guess, Dina threw it out first. It kind of stuck so now that’s what we call you. We could totally stop if you want!” Your cheeks felt warm but you stayed as confident as you could.

“I kind of like it. Makes me seem way cooler than I am.” She grabbed your hand, “so you gonna ask me to come home with you? Or do I need to take care of that too?”

You gulped, “did you want to come home with me tonight? Abby. Fucking. Anderson?” You leaned in closer and Abby met you with her lips.

You did end up taking Abby back to your place, and she stayed for a week after that. It was bliss, she got along with your friends. Dina would squeal about how you snagged her up finally, Jesse and her would bond over sports and who was the best whatever. Things were truly perfect, nothing could have ruined this!

Two ish months ago

You’d been sitting at your kitchen island waiting for Abby to finish her shower, once you heard the shower turn off you prepared yourself for your speech.

“Hey baby, why so serious?” She came out in grey sweatpants and a white t-shirt.

“Where is this heading?” You ask before you get distracted from her looks.

“I’m sorry?” She furrowed her brows and sat down next to you and reached for your hand.

“I mean where are we heading? I feel like after two months we should know where things are going. Do you want me around still or what?” You felt tears welling up and turned away to wipe them swiftly.

“Where is this coming from? I thought we were great.” She reached around and grabbed your chin softly to bring your gaze back to her.

“We are great, which is why it’s so confusing that you haven’t made any effort to move forward with this.. this relationship.” Your words kept getting caught in your throat and you started choking up.

“I just don’t want to rock the boat, things have been so steady. You make me feel safe and comfortable, i don’t want to fuck that up.” Her hands ran through her hair and she exhaled heavily.

“So, going steady for you means rocking the boat?” You questioned.

“I mean.. yeah I guess so.” She chuckled breathily. “Get dressed, I want to take you somewhere.”

“Right now?” You couldn’t hide the shock in your voice.

“Yes baby, right now. Go put something on!” She laughed as she shooed you to your room.

Abby took you to what became your guy’s spot, she parked in the lot and you stared out at the ocean. “It’s beautiful Abs, you take all your girls here?”

She chuckled, “no ma’am. Just you.”

“Hm yeah, sure.” You teased.

“I’m serious! My dad used to take me here when I was little, we’d get ice cream and watch the people surf. I always said I’d save it for someone special.” She brushed her fingers across your cheek.

“Must be pretty special to you then.” You leaned against her shoulder and she rested her head on yours.

“Yeah. Yeah I guess you are.” You saw a smile form on her face out of the corner of your eye.

A few weeks ago

“Why the fuck are we still on this huh!” Abby shouts from the living room.

“Because you failed to mention your little rendezvous while you were on vacation with your dad! Can i also go on dates with other women then or just you?” You shout from the bathroom.

“Jesus christ babe there was no rendezvous! She asked if I wanted a drink at a bar! I said yes, took the drink and left. That’s all that happened!” You heard her voice getting closer and a couple seconds later she was leaning in the doorway of the bathroom. “I swear there was no date, you’re blowing this way out of proportion!”

“Okay then, so if another woman offers me a drink I should take it?” You stop doing your mascara and turn to face her with your arms crossed.

“No!” She throws her arms up.

“Then why did you!” You throw your arms up mocking her.

“I don’t know! I’m sorry i just wasn’t thinking! Can we please move on from this!” She walked over toward you and you took a step back, “baby c’mon. Don’t be like this, forgive me so we can move past this.”

“Fuck off Abby! Go home, go anywhere honestly i don’t care. You’re such a fucking hypocrite and I can’t believe you’d do this to me!” You shove past her and go sit on the edge of your bed.

She followed you, “what did i do to you baby? Tell me please.” She coos at you.

“I’m so involved with you.” Her eye brow raised in confusion, “I mean like, I’ve gotten really attached.. to you.” You looked down at your hands.

“I see the problem”, she snickered, “this is pure jealousy isn’t it?”

“I mean yeah, wasn’t it obvious?” You chuckle and look up at her.

She tilted her head and leaned in and kissed your cheek, “eyes on you only. Okay? It was just a drink, that’s all.”

“Whatever.”

“I’m serious!” Her tone changed back to annoyed, “god why can’t you ever just let good enough be?” She stood up and started pacing the bedroom, “I mean Jesus babe! It’s like no matter what you just have to be mad at me! It’s exhausting! You are exhausting!”

“Get the fuck out!” You stood up and shoved her out of the bedroom.

“No wait hold on i misspoke!” She turned around to face you but you kept shoving.

“No, you didn’t. Please get out! Please!” Your voice broke and you couldn’t hold it together much longer. You swung the front door open and gave one final shove at her. “I’ll call you, later.”

“Please don’t do this I’m really sor-“ you slammed the door in her face and locked both locks.

“FUCK!”

Six days before the party

New message from Abs😍💕: I appreciate you hearing me out angel! Let me take you out to dinner on Friday.. you pick the place. Nothing is off the table <33!!!

You: It was nice seeing you lover, you know where I really want for dinner on Friday?

New message from Abs😍💕: Me?

You: Besides that!

New message from Abs😍💕: Tell me!

You: A fat fucking cheeseburger with a crisp beer🤤

New message from Abs😍💕: I gotchu baby. I’ll text you when I’m on my way, dress like you’ve got something to lose!

You: I always do for you <3

Friday

New message from Abs😍💕: Hey baby I’m so sorry but I’ve gotta cancel tonight, my dad wants to hangout and talk about something important. Swear I’ll make it up to you soon!

Present day

“I’ve always wanted you”, your lips were interlocked like air was in them and you both were suffocating. It was as if your lips had been begging for Ellie’s all this time. You gripped and yanked at her clothes and she dragged her tank top over her head in one swift move, you smirked at the sight of her bare chest and brushed your fingers across her nipples.

“Wait! You gotta show me your boobies too.” Ellie laughed so hard she snorted at her own remark.

“Way to keep the sexy vibe going.” You roll your eyes and laugh while removing your tank and your bra.

“Holy fuck.” Her eyes widen like she was mesmerized.

“What?” You wanted her to say it, so you played dumb.

“Not to be disrespectful but, you’ve got some nice fuckin boobs babe!” She smirked at you.

“Aw that’s the most romantic thing anyone’s ever told me!”

“I know I’m kind of a romantic of sorts.” She tucked a fake hair behind her ear and laughed.

“Do you, even wanna do this?” You question, you noticed it seemed like she was stalling.

“I do! But not right now? I kind of just wanna kiss you and like be all intimate and shit without sex? Is that lame?” She shy’s up and looks down at her hands.

“That sounds.. perfect!” Her head snaps up at your remark and she smiles a goofy tooth filled smile.

“Yeah?”

“Ellie I would love nothing more than to just kiss you and be all intimate and shit. I just have to make sure this is really because of that and not because you don’t want to have sex with me ever.” You bit the inside of your cheek in anticipation of her answer.

“Okay my love, let’s get one thing straight. I would love to fuck you absolutely stupid and taste you on my tongue, but I really don’t want to confuse your decision with sex.”

Pull it together don’t think about the tasting me and fucking me stupid comment! Listen! You cleared your throat, “yeah no totally. So respectful of you Ms. Williams. You want to watch like a movie or something while we kiss and gaze into each others eyes?”

“Only if I can pick the movie!” She jumped to her unofficial side of the bed and snagged the remote from your bedside table.

“If you fucking pick aliens in the attic again-“

“It’s an amazing piece of cinema. Ashley Tisdale in a corny alien movie? You don’t appreciate the arts enough, I might not kiss you and just force you to watch the movie instead.” She jokes as she turns on… aliens in the attic.

“Whatever”, you smile and roll your eyes, “I’ll just distract you with my lips how about that.”

“Come here.”

You felt it become hot between your legs again and you did your best to ignore it. It was just so hard when she flicked her fingers for you to move up and looked down at you with hazy, pink, and green eyes. You swallowed how horny she’d made you and crawled up slowly towards her, once she was able to reach you she pulled you up to her and nuzzled under her arm. It was the most comfortable you’d felt in a little while, her arm was wrapped under your neck and her other hand intertwined with yours. You did kiss and gaze into each others eyes all night, you also found a new appreciation for the corniest movie to exist.

3 1/2 months ago

“You wanna go to Mexico with me?”

You propped yourself up on your elbow. “What?”

“You heard me.” Abby chuckled, pulling herself up to face you. “Alvarez, you remember him?” You nod, “well he’s from Mexico and his wife wanted them to get married in his home country. It’s a week at the beach, warm tropical weather, bottomless drinks, and after two days of wedding shit I get you all to myself for five whole days.” She cups your cheek and tilts her head with a smile painted wide across her face. “Doesn’t that sound so amazing baby?”

“I- it definitely is tempting.” Your reaction wasn’t pleasing Abby’s ears clearly as she had pulled away from you.

“Oh.. I mean you don’t have to go.” She shuffled around the bed for her shirt to cover up.

“No no! I want to! I just, have a lot of schoolwork to catch up on and-“

“It’s during spring break! So you wouldn’t have any work! Please come with me, please!” She begs, forgetting about her shirt.

“Abby, my love.” You giggle, “we’ve been seeing each other for a couple weeks. Don’t you think it’s a bit soon to take a trip together?” You question, smiling softly at her.

“It’s not until six months from now, so we’d have plenty of time together under our belt. At least consider it!”

You scratched you wrist for a couple of seconds while in deep thought, “fuck it, yeah I want to go to Mexico with you!”

“Yeah?” She jolted toward you grinning.

“Yes! Let’s be drunk and sunburned and crazy about each other for a week in a tropical paradise!” You launched into her lap and straddled her. She gripped your face and kissed you hard, you both smiled into the kiss and wrapped your arms around each other.

“I’ll order our plane tickets now then! The hotel is already taken care of graciously by Alvarez and his soon to be wife.” The blonde smiled from ear to ear as she tapped on her phone and made a very binding purchase.

The next morning after Ellie

New message from Abs😍💕: Hey so… I’ve still got you booked for our trip in a couple months. You obviously don’t have to go if you don’t want to but I think it would be good for us. I could always get a different hotel room if you want that. Just let me know whenever you can!

Ellie rolled her eyes reading the message, you were sound asleep next to her. Your face nuzzled into her chest and her arm wrapped under you, she smiled at the sight and almost forgot all about the text lingering on your Lock Screen. Why does she think it’s appropriate to even ask if you still wanted to go? Ellie huffed out and tried to fall back asleep only for it to fail, she reached for her phone and typed in an all too familiar phone number for a new text thread, this was either a good idea or a really fucking bad one. Her thumb hovered over the send button for a few seconds, fuck it!

New message from unknown number: Hey it’s Ellie. We should probably talk about her yeah? Seems we need to set some boundaries. Meet me at the tipsy bison tonight around 7:00. She’ll be at work and we can set some ground rules.

New message from Abby Anderson🤢🤮: Bold of you to reach out Williams. I assume you saw my message then?

New message from Ellie Williams😒: I saw it, my offer still stands. I’ll even pay for your drink.

New message from Abby Anderson🤢🤮: I think you should save your money, she’s got expensive taste. I’ll meet you there at 7:00 sharp.

Abby rolled over in her bed and took a deep breath, Ellie rolled over in your bed and exhaled heavily. You rolled over and began waking up, “good morning good lookin.” You groggily smiled at her and kissed her cheek. “You sleep okay?”

She nodded and kissed your lips, “better than ever!”

“I’ve got work today, shit actually what time is it? I got to run my classes start in 30 minutes! I’ll see you tonight okay, i work late so don’t wait up for me!” You jump out of bed and throw some clothes on and run your fingers through your hair. You blew Ellie a kiss goodbye and ran out the door.

“See you later, I’ve got stuff to do anyways.” Ellie whispered to herself as she watched you leave. She did have stuff to do, stuff that involved Abby fucking Anderson.

Authors note: Okay chapter 3 down in the books, do we like where the story is headed? Next chapter we’ll see the two love interests actually interact with each other which I personally am so excited about! Gonna try and create a master list for this series although I’m not too sure how to do that yet so don’t hold your breath for it! Okay loving you guys hope life is treating you all well!! See you next chapter! <3333

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seyaryminamoto · 1 year

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Here's a simple fanart that was my wallpaper for a while:

https://www.pixiv.net/en/artworks/108665751

note: I just realized the ground of the industrial district is covered in metal as much the sky is covered in fumes, which is quite depressing tbh.

Also, can I ask something that was confusing me for a while: Why didn't Si disclose the questionable reliability of the WL tile with Ozai, especially with Azula being away for months after FLS arc? Besides, currently, he should be able to put two and two together and understand that such "evidence" can be manipulated and are not proof of the truth, such as Sokka's damaged knife. He was implied to be capable of doing the detective work to some capacity, which means he's not entirely brainless.

I understand his character was meant to give Ozai advantage, yet he barely does anything at all. I feel like even Kino was more useful.

So is there any reasoning behind such passiveness? I had thoughts but they're only assumptions

Beautiful art as always! Thank you so much! You really put so much heart into these pieces, it's amazing *-* and honestly, never mind those details haha, let's just say this is Seethus on vacation somewhere less nasty (?)

I'm going to guess that you're talking about the tile Azula dropped at the end of her nasty argument with Ozai a while ago? To be honest... Ozai always knew it wasn't likely to be the result of Azula or Sokka having killed the tile's owner. Considering the argument they had, it's kind of easy to assume she didn't actually do it. The tile in that instance was kind of a final middle finger at Ozai: "want to collect White Lotus tiles? Go on and do it, then, and you have just as much evidence that I killed the right person as you do with Seethus", was the message Azula conveyed, in a sense, haha.

Therefore, it's not that Seethus was stupid and didn't tell Ozai the likely truth: they both knew what was bound to have happened, or in this case, not happened. It didn't really boil down to Seethus telling Ozai not to believe in this tile as evidenec of anything, because Ozai's also not so dumb as to think Azula would have done exactly what she just raged at him about.

As for how useful Seethus is, haha, Kino is more useful in terms of the narrative so far, since he's a character who is evolving and does have a lot of parts to play in the story. Seethus is passive right now because he's basically Ozai's comfort assassin (?). In one of the latest arcs I wrote, Seethus outright steps over boundaries and starts acting on his own because Ozai is indecisive about his orders, and Seethus kind of tries to take certain matters into his own hands.

Something I think I must bring up again is that Seethus's role was always meant to be very secretive: he has been dealing with low-profile threats against Ozai ever since he took power. Zhao-Combustion Man would handle the more high-profile ones, through the Gladiator League, if possible. Ozai's primary problem with deploying Seethus is that he's always been in hot water in regards of his position of authority in society, and as much as Seethus is OP, Seethus isn't bound to be able to kill half of the Fire Nation's population if there were an uprising against Ozai, for instance. So, if important people (the Head Sage, Shaofeng, Zuko, Iroh, etc.) suddenly start disappearing magically, kind of the way Ursa did, with zero explanation? Things would get ugly for Ozai, politically-speaking. Seethus helps him in situations that are less public and less threatening for his image: he terrorized the city in The Fire Lord's Shadow arc, but the only person who ever knew it was ultimately Ozai's doing was Azula. While some soldiers did see him and even fought him, nobody made the connection back to Ozai because that's how Seethus operates: nobody knows he works directly for the Fire Lord, and he's supposed to keep it that way.

Hence, Seethus was 100% down for joining the navy secretly and ensuring to kill Sokka personally, back when Part 1 was just beginning. Why does it not happen? Because Ozai's paranoia is constantly flaring up, and he wants Seethus with him almost at every moment. It's quite ridiculous on his part, no kidding there, but the main reason why Seethus does or doesn't do something is always Ozai. And whenever Ozai is being dumb and daft, Seethus has to stick with obeying Ozai's bad decisions... or lightly rebelling against them for Ozai's benefit (or so he thinks), as he did in what I mentioned, the arc I was writing not long ago.

In any case, Seethus is going to play important roles in a couple of crucial situations that will be coming up in the future. Or, uh, more like one's in the future and one's in the past xD I'm not going to explain a lot, but he will be involved in Ursa's escape after shit hits the fan... so, at least you have that to look forward to, haha. Sorry if he's not doing enough yet... but Ozai's dumb paranoia keeps holding him back from doing his job.

#wingsfreedom #gladiator art here!!#that was a really soft one too #seethus you are not supposed to be cute you #oh well #what's one more multifaceted character am I right (?)#deadly sick poisonous assassin with the rotting firebending #and he's... cute #we love that for him we really do

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musekicker · 2 years

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a couple of notes.

Muse is my player character name.

and yes I know Remy can't talk to humans normally but this is a magic valley so going to ignore that.

Part of trying to get Dream Light Valley to feel more like it's old self was to have fun events. Muse, having been a big lover of cooking and baking contests on food channels quickly had came up with the idea of a cooking/baking contest of some sort for the valley.

Remy and everyone else agreed that it wouldn't be fair for Remy to have a cooking part in this contest. So Remy had a host role in this event. Remy was fine with this and took his hosting duties seriously. He was walking back and fourth, talking up the crowd before he finally started the clock.

Now the dream light valley cooking contest was under way.

The contestants were a interesting bunch. There was Ursula, Wall-E, and Moana. Each were at their cooking stations. Wall-E needed a table to move on to reach their cooking station since they were on the smaller side.

The judges was the trio of Mickey, Minnie, and Donald. They were all seated at a table of their own. Naturally Minnie and Mickey were seated right next to each other. The two had been reunited for three weeks now. And they still were catching up on things. Talking about how things have been getting better since Muse had arrived, and how much they missed each other.

They also were very much being just a bit overboard with the public displays of affection. Such as always holding hands at every opportunity and whispering little, romantic things in each others ears and then giggling. Donald was trying to not notice the way that Mickey and Minnie were being so openly affectionate with each other, sitting right next to him. He just tried to watch the cooking going on in front of him. It wasn't easy.

As Donald attempted to ignore what was going on right next to him, Remy noticed that something was up. That something being Ursula looking around quickly, as if checking to see if any ones attention was on her. That was a worrying sign something was going on. That was when she uncorked a potion bottle with one tentacle and pour the purple liquid inside into the stew pot. Remy was on the case right away.

"Ursula? Did you just pour a potion into your dish?" Remy asked.

Ursula hid the potion bottle behind her back with one of her tentacles.

"I have no idea what you're talking about." Ursula said.

Remy put his hands on his hips and glared. Ursula did not back down so easily. More so since she was having a stare down with a rat that was much smaller then she was.

"Ursula come on." Mickey called out from the judges table.

Ursula let out a long suffering sigh.

"Okay, fine. You caught me." Ursula said.

Remy looked down at the now bubbling stew. It had turned been a shade of purple a second ago but now was starting to change back to a natural stew coloring. All the better to hide a potion.

"What is it suppose to do?" Remy asked.

Ursula grinned.

"Turn the judges into sea gulls." Ursula said.

"Why?" Remy asked.

"I thought it be funny." Ursula admitted.

Remy frowned.

"Come on! You have to admit that it would be amusing." Ursula said.

Remy frowned deeper.

"You know what I'm going to say." Remy said.

"Fine, I'm leaving. But you won't have nearly as fun a time with this whole contest without me." Ursula said.

She huffed loudly as she turned away from the cooking set up and moved to leave the event.

"We um, have a early disqualification." Remy announced to the audience.

No one was shocked.

Ursula was making her way back to the ocean, one tentacle lifted high up in the air on her way there.

"I think she might had just given us her version of the middle finger." Mickey said.

"Oh, she most certainly did." Minnie said.

"I've left places in bigger huffs." Donald said.

With there now only be two contestants in the contest, the importance of the little details in a dish was even more important. They both seemed aware of this as they focused on their dishes. Then quicker then they would had liked time for cooking had ran out.

"Cooking utensils down!" Remy called out.

Both dishes were already plated and finally everyone could see the finished version of what the two contestants had made.

Wall-E presented their dish first. On the plates in front of the trio was judges was what looked to be a small clump of dirt. There were a number of gummi worms in each clump of dirt but still.. it appeared to be dirt. There were even small sand box shovels on the plate to use instead of spoons.

"I can't tell him that this doesn't look edible." Mickey whispered "He looks like if robots could cry that he would cry at any second."

"But we can't just lie to him." Minnie said.

"Let me tell him the truth then." Donald said.

"No!" both Mickey and Minnie cried.

Donald was startled by the duo basically shouting at him. Seeing that they had startled their friend, Mickey took a breath before he explained.

"Donald, I say this in the most respectful way possible but sometimes you can be... a little insensitive when it comes to telling others bad news." Mickey said.

Donald huffed at that suggestion.

"I do not-" Donald said.

He stopped at the skeptical looks on Minnie's and Mickey's face.

"Okay fine. One of you talk to him then." Donald said.

It was Mickey who spoke to Wall-E.

"I'm really, really trying to not be rude here Wall-E. We're just unsure of if what you presented here is... actually food? It looks as if you may had just given us dirt." Mickey said, cringing at having to say that.

The words did not seem to bother Wall-E. They just pushed the plate forward more, their optics fixed on the judges.

"I think they are insisting it's food." Muse called out from the audience.

Remy climbed up onto the table to a few careful sniffs of the dish.

"Smells like food to me." Remy confirmed.

The trio of judges looked to each other a long moment. It was Minnie who braved taking a taste first. She put her shovel in the dirt like clod, making sure to get a gummi worm along with it. Then she put the mix in her mouth. Mickey and Donald watched closely.

Minnie's face took on a surprised look. A pleasantly surprised one.

"It's cake!" Minnie said, delighted.

"Oh thank goodness." Donald said.

With the go ahead to eat signaled by Minnie, Mickey and Donald tasted the dish as well.

"The presentation was very convincing." Mickey said.

"And the gummi worms and the sand shovels were a cute touch." Minnie added in.

"The cake is really good!" Donald added in.

Wall-E let out a pleased sound.

Then it was Moana's turn. Her dish was a lot more recognizable as food.

"I made coconut ice cream." she said.

"Oh I love this!" Minnie said after taking a taste of the ice cream.

"The coconut taste is perfect." Mickey added in.

Donald was still eating his. He had no comment but his still eating of the ice cream said it all.

"The coconuts were freshly grown too." Moana added in.

"How did you get them to grow so fast?" Minnie asked.

"It took some time to catch some eels and then I had to ask Maui to do the burying of them." Moana said.

"Bury them?" Donald asked.

"I created coconuts by planting eels!" Maui called from the audience. "Which, by the way everyone, you're welcome."

"Huh... never would had put the idea of planting eels making coconuts together." Mickey said.

"Learn new things every day." Minnie said.

It was time to announce the winner. All the residents of the valley were silent as Remy stood up on the judges table.

"And the winner is... Moana!" Remy called out.

Everyone cheered. Maui was cheering the loudest, clapping Kristoff on the shoulder hard as he had been the closest, and telling him he knew Moana would win.

The celebration continued on for awhile until Muse came over and poked Mickey on the shoulder.

"So some news. Some of the squirrels got into Ursula's stew that we never cleaned up." Muse said.

A couple of very confused and still squirrel fur colored sea gulls stumbled by.

"Merlin?" Mickey said.

"On it." Merlin said, pushing up his sleeves.

#disney dreamlight valley #dreamlight valley

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awssp12 · 2 years

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Some fun facts about my OC Misha Barnes

She’s 5’4”

She really loves flowers and gardening (she actually has flowers that she associates with everyone and I can go into detail about that later)

She and Uncle Steve do not get along (Bucky actually finds it kind of amusing)

She loves reading (Bucky and Frank meet up once a week to exchange the names of books they saw Misha reading so they can both talk to her about them)

She’s aroace

She can speak several languages including English, Russian, German, Sokovian, Wakandan, and French

She is not allowed to be left alone with her Uncle Henry (they will commit war crimes)

She knows how to hot wire vehicles and can drive most cars and motorcycles

Her only pair of shoes is a pair of combat boots (Frank bought them for her and they are identical to the ones he wears)

She has her own Winter Solider mask but she painted it to look like the bottom half of a skull (a combination to represent Bucky and Frank, her two fathers)

She inherited her super strength and advanced healing factor from Bucky

She hates John Walker with every fiber of her being (who doesn’t) and will not hesitate to throw hands with him if he ever talks shit (which we all know he talks shit but Misha also can never throw hands with him because Bucky and Frank always beat her to it)

She did not start acting childish until she met Frank Castle and he taught her how to be a kid (also, she didn’t feel safe enough to embrace her inner child until she met Frank because before that she had constantly been in the run and couldn’t let her guard down)

Sam adores her (no Bucky’s not jealous that Sam likes his daughter more than him)

She has Sam, Zemo, Frank, Bucky, and Henry wrapped around her little finger (those men would go to war for her)

She is three seconds away from parent trapping Sam and Bucky at any given moment (she already parent trapped Nikita and Frank)

She likes to cook and usually asks Foggy to take her to the grocery store for ingredients, mostly because Foggy will haggle with the guys at the deli counter

She has a black star tattooed on the back of her neck to mark her as part of the Winter Soldier Program (she always keeps it covered with either her hair or a jacket)

She has Bucky’s eyes

She picked up a lot of the small tics Frank does: her trigger finger twitching when she’s itching for a fight or expecting one, her nose twitching if she’s being told something she doesn’t want to remember or hear, holding plastic cups by the lip with her pointer and middle finger

Frank taught her to play the guitar

Her favorite book to read with Frank is “The Secret Garden”

Her favorite book to read with Bucky is “The Hobbit” (they also read all of The Lord of the Rings trilogy after Bucky comes back post-Blip)

She and Sam take a lot of trips on his family’s boat post FatWS (it’s nice for both of them because Sam gets to share something he did with his family with Misha and Misha gets to experience something similar to what a normal family would)

Here’s some like, little head-canons I have for everyone else involved in Misha’s story cause I think they’re fun

Frank and Bucky have the type of relationship where they respect each other but will not admit that they are friends. You think Sam and Bucky are bad? Frank and Bucky are ten times worse.

Steve hates Frank and Frank is mildly amused by this.

Zemo adores Misha and is very ready to fund whatever stupid plan or idea she has at any given moment.

Sam is the only person (aside from Nikita) that can keep Frank on his leash and it’s because Frank respects Sam so much.

Frank decked John Walker (he deserved it) and instantly won Zemo’s respect for it.

Frank, Bucky, and Henry are not allowed to go on a mission together because none of them have braincells and will cause so much chaos.

Zemo is bisexual. (Yes this is important information)

Henry is unhinged and slightly insane. He’s like Zemo but extra (which is saying a lot).

The only people that Frank is afraid of is his wife (Nikita) and Nadia (Henry’s wife) and Misha (he does not know what this small feral child is capable of).

Sam and Bucky are both bisexual. (Again, yes this is important information)

Sam is 6’0”, Bucky is 6’1”, Steve is 6’2” and Frank is 6’3”. Sam hates that Bucky is one inch taller than him, Bucky hates that Steve is one in taller than him, and Steve despises that Frank is one inch taller than him.

The one and only time that Joaquin Torres babysat Misha ended with him tied to a chair and Misha eating takeout on the couch while watching Jurassic Park.

#marvel original character #marvel oc #marvel #misha barnes #bucky barnes #sam wilson #frank castle #steve rogers #helmut zemo

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caemthe · 2 years

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@corrchoigilt said.º

"Are you done yet?" Cú tugged at his lover's sleeve, seemingly unaware of his own whining tone or pouting expression. "You've been in here all day and all night," he reasoned. 'And the bed is colder without you,' he wanted to say. [for fantasy fer]

It wasn’t as if he enjoyed checking countless documents either. In fact, it had to be the second activity he disliked the most after talking to the royalty and nobility from other countries. But, unfortunately, the moment he agreed to fill the role of the High King, Ferdiad also agreed to do these tedious tasks. So, as much as he wished to push everything aside and go back to his and his partner’s bedroom... there were some things that needed to be done first. Though he could understand Cú’s frustration since things had been particularly busy the past week. He was frustrated as well. But all he could do was to kiss the back his partner’s hand and look up at them with an apologetic smile. “You know I would leave it for the next day if it wasn’t important.” And so the High King was back to reading the report detailing the progress of the purification of corrupted land on the north of the isle.

He was expecting his partner to understand and tell him that they would be waiting for him in bed, but it appeared that, finally, Cú’s patience had been spread too thin. Arms slid over his shoulders and slender fingers slipped under his shirt. Ferdiad sighed, feeling goosebumps once they started nibbling one of his ears. He couldn’t concentrate like this so he grabbed their wrists and retired them from his chest. But his little wolf was determined to distract him, tugging at his clothes, kissing and nipping his neck whenever they had the chance. He couldn’t concentrate on reading like this and he was frustrated too!

So, after reading the same paragraph again and again without understanding a single thing, the High King sighed and leaned back on his chair. But before Cú could ask him if he was finally done, he placed an arm around their middle and pulled them closer and closer until they had no choice but to sit on his lap.“Stay still until I’m done reading this. It’s really important.” It was the only order he gave them before sliding a hand inside his lover’s pants and using two fingers to apply pressure between their thighs, over their underwear.

At first, Ferdiad didn’t do anything. He was just applying a light pressure over his lover’s sex while reading the documents before him, making, circling details he considered important or required further investigation, writing notes at the end of each page with his dominant hand. It was messy but that was how he did things. But then, without giving any warning to his partner, he began moving his fingers slightly, alternating between caressing that sensitive area over soft fabric and massaging lightly on circles until he felt his lover harden and their underwear get damp. He stopped and, once again, only applied pressure over their sex when Cú tried to roll their hips to get a bit more of friction from him. He heard them whine and whimper in complaint but he ignored it. They both knew that asking Cú to be quiet was simply impossible.

But his lover wasn’t squirming on his lap anymore so he lessened the pressure on their sex and the teasing caresses and light rubbing over their most sensitive area returned. He was almost done with work. Fingers ventured lower and it became evident that Cú really had missed him. The realization of how easily his lover could welcome him if he simply pulled their pants and underwear down and slipped inside them made the tarbh troid groan. It would be a lie if he said that he had read the last two paragraphs as carefully as the rest of the report but he couldn’t care less about that anymore. Ferdiad put his quill down and placed the documents on the left corner of his desk before finally focusing on what was most important to him.

He cupped and lightly squeezed his lover’s chest with his now free hand, carefully pinching and toying with their nipples until they hardened and Cú moaned a little louder than moments ago. It wasn’t enough. He stopped massaging his lover’s sex over their underwear just to finally slip his fingers under it and let them get coated by his lover’s slick. He wasn’t just teasing them anymore nor did he stop when they squirmed and rolled their hips. He couldn’t kiss their lips and face as much as he wished to in their current position so, instead, he turned to kissing their neck and pecking their shoulder as his lover brought themself closer and closer to the edge on his fingers. There were very things he liked more than to the sigh of his love coming undone on his lap. But instead of staying still as his little wolf rode their orgasm, he continued rubbing lightly over their most sensitive area until they were whimpering from the overstimulation and grabbing his wrist to make him stop.

“I’m all yours now, Cú Chulainn.” What would you like me to do next?

#corrchoigilt #ferdia. ° ( avenger. )#ask. ° ( delivered. )#au. º ( tarbh. )#ns.fw. ° ( love & instinct. )#/ spoiled puppy lovers must be punished a bit unfortunately ucu #/ but it's okay bc fer loves one ( 1 ) spoiled bratty cú a lot

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mikanotes · 2 years

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— tired diamond

chishiya x gn!reader

genre: angst, comfort

warnings: swearing, blood, death, killing, guns, probably ooc chishiya, chishiya feels emotions wow!!! /hj aib stuff

synopsis: it isn’t a game of russian roulette that you expected to be faced with when tagging along with chishiya to refill your visas. it isn’t a game of death based on luck that you expected to join with chishiya. alas. you did.

author’s note: aib season two celebratory post /j i’m writing this at almost 2am i’m rly tired so sorry for any mistakes and/or typos i love chishiya btw

The game of Russian Roulette was a simple game. And a well known one, at that. Perhaps because it was so simple.

So deadly.

“The practice of loading a bullet into one chamber of a revolver, spinning the cylinder, and then pulling the trigger while pointing the gun at one's own head.” a boy said very fast and very nervously. You and Chishiya both raised your eyebrows and the boy gulped, “A-According to Oxford Languages dictionary, which is basically the first source of any definition you’ll search on internet—”

“We know.” a girl said before Chishiya could get those exact same words out with a much calmer tone of voice. Even just from this remark, you could tell how annoyed the girl was, and thus, took it out by speaking passive-aggressively. An understandable manner of releasing your anger and anxiety, sure. One of many, perhaps the most commonly used. Chishiya chuckled like he could read your mind and you shared a knowing glance before turning your attention back to the revolver sitting in the middle of the table.

The gun had a bell glass on top of it, making it seem like some sort of piece of art in a museum. The table the ten players sat around was a large, long table with fancy decorations and nothing but a knife and a wine glass filled with water for each person sitting around it. The room was also very fancy-looking, adorned with actual artworks— paintings and sculptures and beautiful, old tapestries on its walls. Your fingers drummed on the surface of the table casually, as if everyone hadn’t been avoiding any movement towards any object in the room in case it would kill them.

Chishiya smiled in amusement at how casual you were. As usual. Perhaps your own way of trying to ignore your anxiety and fear and stress. Or perhaps because you were relaxed in the midst of it all— Which wouldn’t entirely surprise him, either. He couldn’t tell, despite knowing you for a good while, now. You were either really good at hiding your anxiety, or just chill. But anyways.

He sighed and looked away, tired. Maybe he should’ve gotten more sleep. Sleep before a game was supposed to be important. But he didn’t usually sleep much.

“Sorry, he’s talkative when he’s nervous.” a girl explained next to the walking-dictionary next to her. You and Chishiya nodded in understanding, while the annoyed girl shook her head in annoyance and clicked her tongue with a scoff. “Anyways, I’m sure you all know the game, right?”

“Yeah.”

“I don’t.” someone said, holding up their hand. It was a girl with an outfit that made you wonder if she’d just left her bed after a comfortable nap. You raised your eyebrows. “What is it exactly? I got what the guy said, but I don’t get it.”

“You put the gun to your head with only one round.” you said, making a gun gesture with your hand and holding it up to the side of your own head. Then you made a “pew” sound and lifted your hand, before resting it on the table. “It’s a game of chance. Either it’s empty, either it kills you.”

That’s right. That’s the detail Chishiya, ace of Diamonds, missed. He spent the entire time of the first round of the game wondering why on Earth the game was a seven of diamonds and not of heart. Every time the gun sounded around the room, very slowly emptying the eight available bullets on the table, Chishiya sunk deeper into his chair, thumb slowly coming up to his lip as he bit on his nail in thought. There were eight bullets for ten people, which meant two people could come out alive. Probably. It was the logical explanation for it, and logic was the core of Diamonds games. But why was the deadly game of Russian Roulette with only players who knew each other not a game of Hearts? He couldn’t be sure he, or you, or anyone could make it out alive because despite there being two spots available for winners, it was still luck above anything else. How could a game of luck be classified Diamonds?

Diamonds. A game of intelligence.

He watched as you grabbed the gun casually, and his eyes widened. “[name], wait, don’t shoot.” he said hurriedly, but when you turned to look at him, you’d already pressed the trigger with the muzzle to your temple. His eyes widened in fear, a feeling he rarely felt due to him forcing it away. Fear. Absolute fear that rendered him speechless and frozen in place.

The key to the game was that nothing specified that you had to shoot your head. Russian Roulette was a game played while pointing the gun to your head— Typically. But if the rules only said “shoot the gun towards yourself”, it meant it could be anywhere from your head to the tip of your toes. That meant that the game was to empty the eight bullets, and not surviving a shot to the head as he originally, dumbly, idiotically, pathetically thought. It was a small detail, but now it was like a big, bright neon sign in front of him, mocking him for taking too long to notice it.

The ace of Diamonds? Yeah, he was definitely a fucking ace. Fucking up this badly was something he wasn’t used to— And caring so much about someone that caring about fucking up came after worrying about their wellbeing was even more unfamiliar. He hated it. He hated it because he was frozen and he didn’t know what to do. Everything was going to be his fault and usually that would be fine but he knew the moment your finger pressed the trigger and he failed to tell you what he realized at the right time that he would lose sleep over this. His reaching hand trembled.

He sat on the chair as the familiar robotic voice sounded the end of the game. He stared blankly at the splattered blood all around the table, at the corpses on the other seats. He bit the inside of his bottom lip with harsh force. He hadn’t felt the burning in his throat that usually came before crying in a very, very long time. He hated that he’d felt it for even just a few seconds.

You laughed beside him and got up. “What’s up? Did you really think I was gonna die?” you said, lightly pushing his shoulder, “Come on, now.”

“Don’t try to brag. You know you only got lucky.” he said calmly, before looking up at you. He smiled as he usually did. “If you did die because you were dumb enough not to understand, it wouldn’t be any of my concern.”

“Says who?” you said, “You’re the one supposed to understand the games better than anyone else. Especially Diamonds ones.”

He remained silent, fingers toying with his bottom lip. You scoffed and shook his shoulders before pulling him up. Before he could even say anything, you wrapped your arms around him. “It’s okay, I know you were fucking scared. So was I.”

“I wasn’t.” he said, not moving away, “Besides, the problem doesn’t lie here. The problem is that it took me this long to understand what was up with the rules of the game. I focused too much on the fact that two players could win and that it wasn’t fitting— I wasn’t focused enough, not on the right things. It could’ve cost us our lives.”

“Even geniuses have moments of weakness.” you said monotonously, but genuinely. “And this wasn’t even weakness. This was just a miss. It happens to everyone. Even you. Besides, you haven’t slept in way too long.”

He sighed, still annoyed, but still not pushing you away. “Let’s go back. I’m tired.” he said, setting a hand on your shoulder to move away, but only turning so you’d walk side by side. “This was a pain.”

You chuckled besides him and walked away from the bloodbath of the game.

#chishiya x reader #chishiya shuntaro x reader #shuntaro x reader #shuntaro chishiya x reader #alice in borderland x reader #aib x reader #x reader

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sashimiyas · 2 years

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You ponder between the two packs in your hands, weighing them both physically and mentally as you try and choose between them. When you can't decide, you hold them up to Osamu.

"Which one?" You ask, tilting them both in your hands to gain his attention, "It's buy one get one. I chose original as the first one but can't decide the second."

You lost Osamu in the middle of your explanation. He's looking up, finding more fascination somewhere in the ceiling of the grocery store than you.

You kick his shoe playfully. "Hey, are you listening? Very important stuff going on over here."

Shaking the packets in your hands, contents rattling in hopes it gains his attention. It does, but only for a moment.

"Sour cream and onion or sea--"

"Now she's back in the atmosphere with drops of Jupiter in her ha-a-air." He interrupts, crooning softly with a playful smirk on his lips.

"Osamu," you roll your eyes. You want to know what snack to buy!

He responds by grabbing a bottle of juice from the cart. He lifts it up close to his lips, a tilt of his head as he continues singing into his makeshift microphone. He's not great by no means, but he can hold his own. "She acts like summer and walks like rain, reminds me that there's a time to change. He-e-ey."

Osamu focuses his gaze on you alone as though it were only just you two and the snack aisle of your neighborhood grocery store is his stage. You can't help the giggle that erupts in your chest and flows out of your mouth when he shuffles his shoulders. So silly, and so in love til this day.

"Sour cream and oni--" You whisper one last time when he gets close enough. He tsks right in your face, obviously peeved he can't distract you with his amazing performance.

"Shh," Osamu presses his index finger to your lips for you to quiet. Him digging his finger around and rubbing the soft skin against your teeth though, that was for his own personal amusement. He chuckles at the ridiculous sight. "We're gettin' to the good part. Don't ruin it."

You wait for the final lines of the first verse to finish in anticipation. You only know that Osamu will be dramatic. And dramatic he is.

"But tell me!" His legs split right in front of you. Holding the juice bottle with two hands and bent over, Osamu looks like he is giving the most soulful rendition of the song even though his singing is barely above a whisper. "Did you sail across the sun? Did you make it to the Milky Way to see the light's all faded? That heaven's overrated?"

Then he puts the bottle in front of your lips. You notice now that it's actually melon soda and carefully tuck the detail in the back of your mind for later because you never even noticed he dropped that in there. Sneaky little bastard. But you only muse on the thought for a second as there are far more pressing matters at hand.

"And tell me!" You sing into the cap. Osamu's small smile grows into a sincere grin as he watches you entertain his antics. "Did you fall from a shooting star? One without a permanent scar?"

You push Osamu's hand back to him. He takes back the lead. "And did you miss me while you were looking for yourself out there?"

Osamu shuffles to place a hand around your shoulder, bringing you deep into his side. He sways you both left to right with a content smile on his face. Nothing is more important than spending these moments with you.

#haikyuu!!#haikyuu fluff #haikyuu x reader #miya osamu #miya osamu fluff #miya osamu x reader #osamu x reader #osamu #inspired obviously by #drops of jupiter by train #it's dumb but i love him vv much #reina.writeshaikyuu!!

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obeymeoasis · 3 years

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The First Time They Say “I Love You”

Lucifer

At first you just did small things, like cleaning up the used coffee cups on his desk. Things that you wanted to do for him because he was so tired all the time. But after you pointed out a calculation error in a R.A.D organization’s monthly expense sheet, Lucifer started relying on you more. He often asked you to do a final scan over documents before he submitted them to Diavolo just in case he missed anything.

You found that your work styles were very similar: extremely organized, detail-oriented, and meticulous. You enjoyed spending time in Lucifer’s office. And helping him with his work meant that he got done more quickly and had more time to spend with you.

Right now he was at his desk, furiously scanning through a stack of papers. You could tell he hadn’t slept in a while. The buttons at his throat were undone and he had dark smudges underneath his eyes. Somebody had apparently mixed up the schedule for an upcoming series of lectures and Lucifer was left to solve the problem.

You shut the door behind you slowly and carefully made your way over, trying your best to balance the tea tray and multiple folders you were holding. "Here, Luci. I brought you peppermint tea and shortbread. You should have some while you work, you look absolutely exhausted.” He looked up at you and smiled gratefully, a private smile that only you got to see. “Thank you MC, I appreciate it.”

You then handed him the thick folders. “Also, these are all of the invoices from last week’s alumni dinner party. I thought they were a bit messy to look at so I organized them into different categories based on the business and then sorted the purchases sequentially. Also, I calculated the total expenses and thankfully we were able to stay under budget.”

Lucifer's mouth was slightly ajar and his eyes widened, looking at you as if you'd done something incredibly strange. You asked self-consciously, "Is... is something on my face?"

With the same bewildered expression on his face he said "MC... I love you."

You laughed, a little startled. "Why, because I organized some files for you?"

"Well, yes. No. I mean yes and no. It's not just the files, it's everything. The way you're always thinking of me and taking care of me. The way we work well together. The way I can trust you with anything. I love you, MC. I'm sorry it's taken me so long to say so."

You felt your cheeks flush with happiness. "Well... I love you too, you know. A lot. Now hurry up and finish your work so that we can spend some actual time together."

Lucifer laughed gently and then reached to take your hand in his, pressing a delicate kiss against your fingers. "Anything for you."

Mammon

You were at the casino with Mammon on a Wednesday night. On school nights he usually went alone because you were busy with homework. But tonight he looked so lonely as he headed for the door that something spurred you to put on a jacket and run after him.

When you took his hand in yours, he turned to look at you in surprise and the most radiant smile lit his face. “You’re coming with me, baby?”

The first couple of hours weren’t bad. Mammon brought you small plates of food and you were content to just watch as he flourished in his natural environment. You smiled amusedly at his antics, the way he bantered with the dealer, how he yelled in delight when he won and how pouty he became when he lost.

But pretty soon the long day of classes caught up to you and you could feel your eyelids growing heavy. You were tucked into a small table in the corner, away from the other guests but still visible to Mammon out of the corner of his eye. You figured no one would mind so you laid your arm on the table and rested your head in the crook of your arm. Within a couple of seconds, you were deep asleep.

Meanwhile, Mammon was having some of the best luck he’d had recently at the blackjack table. He turned to where you were sitting to give you a smile and boast about his winnings a little, only to have his heart clench tightly at the sight of you.

You looked absolutely adorable, sleeping with a little smile on your face. It must have been a little cold for you in the casino because you were curled up tightly against yourself. Mammon flushed at how cute you looked and then felt a sudden rush of emotion.

Even though you were tired, you still took the time to come out with him tonight. He knew these places weren’t really your thing but you never complained, you genuinely just wanted to be with him. And that was something Mammon wasn’t really used to.

You stirred at the sensation of Mammon draping his jacket across your shoulders. Rubbing the sleep out of your eyes, you looked up to ask: “Hey Mams, how’s your luck been tonight?”

He stood silently for a moment before enveloping you into a sudden, crushing hug. “I-I love you, MC. I really love you.” You were startled and tried to move back to get a look at his face but Mammon wouldn’t budge. “No, don’t look at me. I’m probably super red. But I need to tell you how much I love you. I kinda realized it just now that there’s no one like you. No one who cares for me, who accepts all of me like you do. Thank you for always being here.”

You could feel tears forming in your eyes and buried your face against Mammon’s chest. “Oh, Mams. I love you too. I can’t imagine how alone you must have felt, especially the way your brothers treat you sometimes. But I’m here now, okay? I’ll always be on your side.”

You heard Mammon’s breath hitch a little before he leaned down to kiss your forehead.

Leviathan

You came to discover that there were a lot of little holidays in the Devildom, an occasional day or two when you didn’t have to go to classes. Sometimes you took the opportunity to travel to the human world, often to pick up small necessities or bring back foods you missed.

Today you were here to pick up something specific: strawberry preserves. You had brought back a jar from the human world recently and after having a bite, Levi had practically eaten the whole jar by himself. The preserves were the specialty of a local farm close to your house and Levi absolutely loved them.

Since you were there, you decided to pick up some different jars as well. An employee carefully packaged the jars of strawberry, peach, blueberry, and cherry preserves so that they wouldn't accidentally break on the journey. What he didn't know was that you would actually be travelling between completely different worlds.

As soon as you were back in the Devildom, you quickly made your way to Levi's room with your purchases. He was in the middle of playing a game but when he heard you come in, he turned around to welcome you back. "Hey, MC. How was your trip? What are all those boxes for?"

You opened the topmost one and showed him the little glass jar with the floral pattern on the lid. "I picked more of these up for you today, along with some other flavors I thought it would be nice to try."

Upon recognizing what it was, Levi immediately set down his controller. "MC, this is awesome! I love you!" You froze in shock at his words and it took Levi a couple of seconds before he realized what he had said. He too froze so that the two of you stood there, Levi bright red, neither moving or speaking.

Levi was the one to eventually break the silence. "I-I didn't mean that! Ignore me just now! I don't know what I'm saying." Your heart sank in disappointment. You had merely been shocked that Levi felt the same way about you as you did him. But now he was saying he didn't mean it?

Your disappointment must have been evident on your face because Levi stammered out, "I-I mean, I do mean it! It's just- aargh, this isn't how I wanted to say- Ugh, I don't know what to-" You decided it was best to just be upfront with him. "Listen Levi, I love you a lot. Have for a while now. Can I ask you how you feel about me?"

If he was bright red before, Levi's face looked almost neon red now. He stared at you open mouthed, as if he couldn't believe what he was hearing. "You- You love me? Really? You aren't making fun of me or something?" You couldn't help but huff in response. "Levi, am I seriously the type of person who would make fun of you about this?"

It seemed to finally sink in for him then. "No, no you're not. MC, I- I love you too. Ah, I can't believe I said it out loud!" He clapped his hands over his mouth and you giggled at how adorably flustered he looked.

"Hey Levi, now that we know how we feel about each other, is it okay if I give you a kiss?" Levi practically fainted then, and you had to run down to the kitchens to get him a glass of water.

Satan

Satan was used to being alone. None of his brothers or classmates really shared any of his interests and he found that he much preferred being by himself. He was always too engrossed with his books and research that he never considered himself to be lonely.

That is, until he met you. You were somehow able to slowly inch yourself into his heart and without realizing it had become the most important person to him.

The other day, he found a funny quote in one of the novels he was reading and made a note of it to show you later. Then he started thinking about how much his daily routine included you in some way. You had classes together, ate meals together, talked and laughed together, and read late into the night together, enjoying each other’s company.

He realized that he was a lot happier now. Not that he was exactly unhappy before, but it was different with you. He was a lot more relaxed, more prone to smile and laugh. And a lot of it had to do with your influence and the time you spent together.

You were both reading in his room. There was a comfortable, relaxing silence and the atmosphere was especially cozy because of all the lit candles. You had prepared a tray for Satan: a plate of rosemary biscuits and a pot of black tea to wash them down with. This was another thing he appreciated about you; you were always taking care of him.

Both of you were engrossed in your books for a while, until suddenly you could feel Satan staring at you. You marked the page you were on and turned to him, a smile playing on your lips. “Is there something I can help you with?”

He looked at you for a few moments, unsmiling. You frowned, thinking there was something wrong, but before you could say anything Satan said “I just wanted to let you know that I love you dearly.”

You were surprised to say the least. Satan wasn’t really the type to talk about his feelings this explicitly. But after the initial shock, you realized how happy you were that the person you loved felt the same way about you. Satan didn’t let people into his life and into his heart that easily.

It was only when you heard Satan say “Oh love, I didn’t mean to make you cry” that you realized tears were streaming down your cheeks. You put down your book and practically flung yourself into his arms. He hugged you back tightly and waited until you were calm enough to speak. “I love you too Satan, so much. You mean the absolute world to me.”

You laughed wetly, thinking it funny that you were crying during one of the happiest moments of your life. Satan smiled at you fondly before handing you a handkerchief so that you could dry your eyes.

You spent the rest of the night in his lap, smiling and giggling as he attempted to read you a story out loud.

Asmodeus

These kinds of days rarely happened, but they happened nonetheless. Mean, ugly days when no matter what outfit he tried on, it didn’t look right. No matter how much time he put into styling his hair, it just looked flat and dull. And his makeup seemed to refuse to cooperate with what he had in mind.

On these kinds of days Asmo locked himself in his room under the pretense of “needing self-care”. He hated having to speak with others because their usual compliments just sounded mocking and fake to his ears.

Asmo remembered an incident when one of his admirers had complimented his hairstyle and he had snapped at her furiously: “Shut up! Don’t make fun of me!” before storming away. He was incredibly embarrassed about it and apologized profusely to her. Since then, he figured it was safer to just hide out in his room.

But it was hard to be alone in his room when you were already there. You knew something was up with Asmo when you texted him saying "Hey, could you help me pick out a new coat?" and he replied with "Maybe another time, sorry darling!" He would have never refused an opportunity to go shopping with you.

So you raced to his room after classes and thankfully managed to slip in while Asmo was in the kitchen gathering some snacks. When he saw you standing in his room you could see he struggled to act nonchalant. "Darling! I didn't know you'd be here. I'm sorry, but I'm feeling a bit under the weather today. I wouldn't want you to catch anything so it'd probably be best if you went to your room."

Your heart clenched at the blatant lie. "Oh Asmo, I'll leave if you really want to be alone. But just know that I'm here for you. Whatever it is, there's nothing I wouldn't do for you. I want to be your strength."

You could see the conflict in Asmo's eyes as he stood quietly for a couple of minutes. You were about to turn around and leave, giving him some alone time, but he suddenly blurted out "I feel ugly today. I feel disgusting and horrible and hideous."

Asmo closed his eyes, embarrassed at his outburst and also dreading what inevitably came next: empty compliments and false flattery. He didn't want to be told he was beautiful when he didn't believe it.

But instead, you surprised him by enveloping him in a strong embrace. You alternated between gently patting his back and smoothing his hair and were rewarded with feeling the tension leave his body. You didn’t say anything, just continued to hold Asmo and wipe away the few stray tears on his cheeks.

Eventually you moved him to his bed, Asmo’s head lying on your chest and his arms wrapped around your waist. You weren’t sure how much time had passed but he seemed to be much calmer. He tilted his head up to look at you, his eyes searching your face, before almost whispering “I love you”. Your eyes widened in surprise. “You seem to always know what to do, MC, how to put me back together again. You’re honest with me and you actually listen to what I’m saying. I love you. Please stay with me forever.”

The two of you fell asleep like that, Asmo’s head on your chest and your hands intertwined.

Beelzebub

Beel was a bit nervous, considering this was one of the most important Fangol games he had ever played in. Not only was it against their rival school, but also Beel’s coach had let him know that there would be scouters from the professional league coming to watch for potential talent.

It was too bad that you wouldn’t be able to watch him play. He considered you a very important part of his game-day routine. In the morning, you always made him a hearty breakfast and at the pre-game warmup, he frequently went to you for kisses and headpats. He considered you to be his good luck charm.

Unfortunately, you weren’t feeling well. You kept having bad stomach pain and the doctor had said it was probably your body reacting to some unfamiliar Devildom food. You were currently lying down in your room with a heating pad on and some warm green tea.

Beel missed you terribly. It had only been a few hours since he had last seen you but he couldn’t help but feel lonely. You were always there shouting and cheering for him on game days which made your absence feel that much larger.

His teammates and coaches could tell that something was off with him. They kept coming by to ruffle his hair or pat him on the shoulder and ask, “Is everything okay?” and “Don’t worry, you’ll do great!”

Beel knew he was being silly. He would go see you right after the game! And yet his heart wasn’t in it during the pre-game stretches. He kept spacing out and staring at the wall instead of actually getting ready.

Suddenly, one of the assistant coaches came into the room. “Beel! MC is here! Now hurry up and stop moping around!” He saw you behind the coach looking a bit uncomfortable, your stomach must have still been bothering you. But you were also smiling at your little surprise.

Beel ran up to you and hugged you gently. “MC! What are you doing here? Shouldn’t you be in bed? Are you okay? Are you feeling better?” You laughed at his barrage of questions before reaching up on your tip-toes to give him a pat on his head. “I’m still in a bit of pain but I wanted to be here. I couldn’t miss such an important game! Now what’s this about you moping around?”

Beel blushed and ducked his head before mumbling, “It’s nothing, don’t worry about it.” You laughed again and Beel’s heart soared at the sound. He was suddenly struck with the realization of how much he loved you. You, who always had his back, who was always there to support him and motivate him.

He wrapped his arms around you and whispered in your ear, “Thanks for being here, MC. I love you so much, you know. Sometimes it feels like my heart is going to burst.” Your arms tightened around him in response. “I feel the same way Beel, I love you so much. Now go and win this game, okay? Show them how amazing you are.”

After the game, Beel was surrounded by his coaches excitedly telling him about how many scouters were interested in seeing him play again. But all Beel could think about was having you in his arms again.

Belphegor

It occurred to Belphie one day after class as he was walking down the hallway. There was a couple leaning against the locker, engaged in a full display of public affection. They kept giggling and yelling “I love you!” at each other. Belphie fake gagged a little before moving past them.

But then it occurred to him. Is that kind of thing something... you wanted? Your relationship was relatively new both in terms of time and in that this was something Belphie wasn’t really experienced with. You were one of the people that knew him best though, apart from his brothers, and Belphie had just assumed that it would be okay to continue acting as he had always had around you.

What if secretly this was something you wanted as well? All of the endearments and displays of affection. Belphie hadn’t even- hadn’t even said the “L” word to you yet. This continued to trouble him even as he lied down for his afternoon nap. In his dreams he kept seeing visions of you crying while looking on enviously at other couples and asking, “Why can’t we be like that?”

By the time he sat down at dinner, Belphie was exhausted. And you of course noticed, especially since he was eating a lot less than he normally did. After dinner the two of you made your way to his room, where you were getting out some textbooks to study and he lied back down on his bed. “Hey Belphie, is everything okay? You seem a lot more listless than usual.

Belphie stared at you, contemplating whether to tell you what was going on. But in the end he decided against it. “It’s nothing, MC. Don’t worry about it.” His voice definitely didn’t sound like it was nothing. “Okay, Belphie. But let me know if you want to talk about anything, okay? I’m always here.”

For the next hour or so, you studied for your classes while Belphie tormented himself. He did love you. But he wasn’t good at expressing his feelings, especially in the way the couple in the hall had. What if that now you were dating, you expected him to change? Would he even be able to? Frustrated at the swirling questions in his mind, Belphie ended up blurting out “I love you!” to your back.

You turned around in your chair slowly, surprised at his sudden intensity. “I... love you too. Belphie, is everything okay? You’ve been acting strange all day.” He sighed. “MC, you know what kind of demon I am. I’m not good at all the... lovey-dovey stuff that other couples do. But if that’s what you want, I can at least try to be different.”

You shook your head. “I... honestly have no idea what you’re talking about. I know how you feel about me, Belphie. I don’t need you to be like “the other couples” because I fell in love with you and who you are. I don’t expect you to be someone you’re not. Where are you even getting the idea that I want something other than what we have?”

Ah, Belphie really did love you. There was no one else in the world that knew him so completely and still loved and accepted all parts of him. And... he just realized that he had said “I love you” for the first time by practically shouting it while your back was turned.

He got up and stood next to his desk. You were sitting and looking up at him, concern evident on your face. He smiled and leaned down to kiss you gently before mouthing against your lips, “I love you, MC.”

You could feel how hot your cheeks were as he moved away and went to lie back down on his bed. You pretended to be unbothered, flipping randomly through your textbook, but none of the words made any sense. You mumbled under your breath, “”You’re pretty good at lovey-dovey stuff.”

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