#didn't realize his nose was shaped like that but it's so beautiful.. WHY IS HE SO PRETTYYY. GOD

[i-drop-level-one-loot]

*NSFW* How to train your pet Human (Yandere!Alien X GN!Reader)

CW: Mind break, training, human pet, pet/owner relationship, humiliation, dub-con, non-con, dead dove

Pt 2, pt 3

(Reader) sat quietly and fearfully in a small cage that didn't allow for any wiggle room, their legs falling asleep under them from being in the same position for so long. They didn't remember how they got here, in a cage surrounded by freaks in what seemed to be a street market, only remembering walking home from the convenience store a little past midnight and seeing a white, blinding light before passing out.

Aliens of all shapes stuck their disgusting faces towards the bars of (Reader's) cage, speaking in sounds that didn't sound like speech at all. (Reader) watched as sniffling cages near them were bought one by one, and feared for their future.

After nearly an entire day (Reader) felt their cage lift high above the ground without shaking, and witnessed a tall creature draped with beautiful deep blue robes raise the cage to get a better look at (Reader's) face without needing to bend down. And bending down to the tiny cage must have been impossible without dirtying it's knees, since it seemed over seven feet tall.

It's face face was smooth, with large, opal colored eyes eyes in a hard shelled face. There was no nose, or lips, on its black and purple iridescent face. It spoke in a human like voice, in an earth language (Reader) couldn't understand.

"What?" Their voice was dry from dehydration.

"I asked what language you speak."

The voice was higher than expected, and melodic, yet still masculine. He lowered the cage to his hip, but didn't set (Reader) down, exchanging chatter with the seller and handing over a bag full of, what (Reader) assumed to be, some type of currency.

(Reader) was carried back to what looked like to be a large ship, dying of anxiety over what was going to become of them. They passed through multiple corridors and gateways, before entering a room decorated with glass cases and blue drapery the same color as the alien's cloak. He placed the cage on the floor and unlatched it, stepping back to give (Reader) space.

They tried to stand, but their legs were dead from the hours they spent bent doubled over. They cried in pain as the feeling began to slowly tingle down their thighs to their feet.

"What is wrong, human?"

(Reader) wiped away the snot and tears rolling down their chin. "My-My legs are numb from sitting in the cage. It hurts."

The one who bought (Reader) reached under their arm pits, raising them up and sitting them on a very high desk. He reached with what looked like scaled hands and began to massage their legs. (Reader) whined in discomfort, both at the pain and the uncomfortable situation, fearful to push the much taller creature away. Now that they were out of the cage, the alien was much taller and imposing, visibly sleek bodied under the fabric, but not scrawny, (Reader) could feel his strength.

"What is your name, human?"

"...(Reader)."

"(Reader)." He practiced saying their name, still massaging their legs. "I am Kirtch."

(Reader) nervously fiddled with the bottom of their shirt. "Why am I here?"

Kirtch pried his eyes away from their legs, looking down into (Reader's) scared face. "This will be your new home."

"What?" (Reader's) heart dropped into their stomach.

"I promise your safety, (Reader). I will do my best to provide you with comfort." Kirtch picked (Reader) up again, but didn't set them down, carrying them around the room giving them a little tour. The room was actually three, entering from the main hall into a study first, with another door leading to a bedroom, a small restroom hidden within that.

"I didn't expect to be bringing you home, so I don't have any human furniture yet. Although I've never owned a human before there is no need for you to fret, I have done extensive research, and I am confident as a first time owner."

(Reader) only just began to fully realize what was happening to them. "I.. I want to go home." The back of their throat got tight, choking back a sob painfully. Their nose began to tingle and they knew they wouldn't be able to hold back their tears for long.

Kirtch rubbed their back in what was supposed to be a comforting manor, but his hands were harder than a humans, and it was rough against their skin. "You'll feel better once your adjustment period is over. I shall bring you something to eat. It won't be a cultural dish from your planet, but it will be made of human safe ingredients."

(Reader) stretched their legs while trying to smile through their tears. 'Like hell. I'd rather die.'

They watched as he left the room, wondering how far away the kitchen or dining area was from the room they were in. (Reader) waited for a few minutes after Kirtch left before shakily rushing towards the door. But the door had no handles or knobs, it was a flat wall with barley any indication that there was an opening at all. They touched all over the spot (Reader) had seen the tall man had placed his hand, but nothing happened.

"no no nO NO!" They slapped the "door" in frustration. Time for plan B. (Reader) pressed their back against the wall, as flat as they could muster, just trying to make sure they wouldn't be visible in Kirtch's peripherals. The fear was destroying the lining of (Reader's) stomach, gurgling uncomfortably.

A whirring noise activated as Kirtch entered the room, holding a tray in his hands. It was quick, but (Reader) snuck right behind Kirtch and out the room without him noticing, right before the automatic door slid shut. The walls of the hallway were very tall and slightly rounded, made out of a blue metal. (Reader) began running in the direction they remembered entering from. They knew the probability that they were still on land was slim, but dying was better than being kept a prisoner without any hope of returning home.

(Reader) made it down only one hallway before strong hands effortlessly lifted them under their armpits. They kicked while crying, not seemingly phasing Kirtch in the slightest. He brought them back to his room, and his lack of anger hurt (Reader's) pride; it was good that he wasn't furious, threatening to hurt them, but his calmness reinforced the futility of (Reader's) escape attempt.

"That was my fault. I read that humans were prone to escaping, especially in the adjustment period. I should have expected this." He sat down, a deep imitation of a sigh rumbling through his hard chest. Kirtch sat down in his large chair in front of his desk, and laid (Reader) across his knees as their face fell. "Knowing this is my fault brings me no joy for what I need to do, however the manual did say that humans will test authority and will continue to do so if not punished."

(Reader) protested while squirming, incapable of breaking free as Kirtch slid their pants down to their thighs, exposing their bare bottom. His shelled hand was cold against their skin. (Reader) clenched to prepare themselves for contact, but it was useless against the inhuman slap, his hard flesh resulting in a sharp pain like they had been struck with a paddle instead of a hand. They yelped, squeezing their thighs together as the tears began to form again.

Another slap connected with their ass painfully, stinging as their tender rear began to bruise.

"I'm so-sorry!" (Reader) blubbered, another whack rippling their buttocks aggressively.

"Humans may appear remorseful, however this is self defense tactic to cease the pain they are experiencing. Unless one establishes themselves as the dominant force, they will continue to act out."

"No! I really am sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry!!" Their voice cracked as they screamed out the apology between sobs and slaps.

Kirtch smiled, rubbing the skin he had split open, stinging the fresh cuts. "I shall finish with your punishment for now. I do not wish to spoil you, but I would be lying if I didn't have a soft spot for you, my cute little pet. The next time this happens I will not be so gentle.."

(Reader) widened their eyes in horror. That was gentle?!

"Would you rather spend your first night in my bed, or shall I prepare a nest on the floor for you? I will buy a suitable human bed for you tomorrow, of course, but until then..?"

"The floor." (Reader) replied a little too quickly.

A "nest" of bedding was constructed, and (Reader) did find it quite comfortable, but refused to sleep, fearful that at any moment they would be in danger. They rested for what only felt like three or fours hours, max, before Kirtch rose from his bed and begun his day. His routine was uncannily similar to a human's, rising and dressing in his robe, stretching and leaving to five something to eat. It only enraged (Reader) further at their inhumane treatment.

"I am not a dog." They whispered to themselves, as though fearful they would forget.

The ship must have been still docked at the trader's colony, because throughout the day gifts for (Reader) were brought into Kirtch's room and office. With each piece of "human" furniture Kirtch would happily rub (Reader's) head, petting them like an animal and waiting for them to show some kind of sign that they enjoyed their new toys. But (Reader) showed no such sign, feeling humiliated as they were treated like a cat instead of an adult human. But they didn't snack away Kirtch's hand, or tell him off, scared of being punished again, so they simply sulked, trying to hide from his gaze so they could disassociate without interruption.

His new pet's attitude was making Kirtch worried. He flipped through the human owning handbook, wondering what he could be doing wrong. They seemed so stressed, and Kirtch felt it was far worse than the normal stress of a new environment. Then Kirtch flipped to an interesting chapter on chemical responses. "If your human has pent up frustrations or stress, a fun way to help them relieve themselves is the manual release of the chemical oxytocin..."

(Reader) hid under a box, hating the irony of their hiding place while they tried to formulate a new escape plan, now knowing that they were in fact still connected to some type of land. Not every alien could be a cruel monster, there had to be some kind of interplanetary animal rights group or space hippies. The box was lifted and removed from (Reader) sat to the side as Kirtch smiled down on them.

"I'm sorry I haven't been playing with you, pet. I've been so busy trying to make this room more comfortable for you that I have been unintentionally neglecting you." He scooped (Reader) up into his arms, and brought them over to his desk, which he had already cleared off. (Reader) nervously glanced around, wondering what was going to happen to them. "But I wanted to help you become acclimated to your new home. And you still feel more comfortable the sooner we ease your stress." He pulled out a box and a couple of strange bottles with syringes.

(Reader) scrambled to get away, but was quickly held down by one hand, being shushed in what was supposed to be a calming manner. One of the strange bottles filled the syringe, making (Reader) thrash harder. Kirtch pulled down their pants, revealing their still sore ass cheeks, and stuck in the needle, injecting them with the unknown liquid. (Reader) cried out as a warm sensation rippled through their body, turning their limbs to jello and making it difficult to breathe.

Kirtch released them, seeing that they could no longer run from him. (Reader) growled, pissed off that their body wouldn't act as they wanted it to. "What did you do to me?!" Their body was rapidly heating, becoming to feverish to hold up.

"If your human has pent up frustrations or stress, a fun way to help them relieve themselves is the manual release of the chemical oxytocin..." Kirtch opened the box next, revealing a strange rubber looking object shaped like a cup on the outside with polyps inside. "I have always wanted a pet human, (Reader), so I was very excited to see you for sale. You are the most attractive like human I've ever seen, and I promise to give you a long, happy life."

The device was placed on (Reader's) crotch, attaching itself to their pubic area without needing to be held on. It came to life, each nub moving on it's own as it rubbed (Reader's) growing erection. The contraption grew against (Reader's) body, enlarging to fill every hole and crevice, pulsating and writhing like a living creature.

"No! It feels gross! Take it off!" (Reader) screamed in fear, watching as their hips bucked against their will and their nipples hardened through their shirt. Tears over how unfair everything was pricked at their eyes. Kirtch lifted (Reader) into the sitting position, rubbing their back soothingly while giving them a better view of the throbbing toy violating them.

"Shh. There's a good pet.." His words felt like taunts to (Reader) as they kept approaching their orgasm.

(Reader's) body was shaking as it begged for release, but (Reader) held strong, trying to rob Kirtch of the satisfaction of seeing them crumble. Another bottle was opened, this one however was poured down (Reader's) throat before they had a chance to cognitively force themselves to close their mouth. The warm liquid was tasteless and odorless, but the effect was like an immediate five shots of vodka, clearing (Reader's) sinuses and plunging them into a drunken stupor.

"What..? What..?" (Reader) couldn't even form their sentence correctly. Their unfocused eyes drifted around confusedly before snapping down to their lower regions, feeling their stomach muscles clench in anticipation.

Kirtch continued to rub their head and chest, gently rubbing their head like a good puppy while he rolled their nipple between his harsh fingers. "Whose my good little pet?"

"Ahh! No.. I'm not a pet.." (Reader's) whimpering voice mewled pathetically, their quivering lips complimenting their sweaty visage. The tingling feeling that had been building was ready to overflow.

"Don't you want to cum, little pet? It's okay. I'll make sure to always keep you happy like this, all you have to do is ask nicely." Kirtch leaned in, amused by his human's drenched thighs soaking his desk, shaking from being denied their orgasm. Behind (Reader's) back, Kirtch held a remote. They would not achieve relief until they played the part of a good little pet.

Drool dripped down (Reader's) chin, unnoticed by their hazy mind. "I-I want to cum."

"What was that?"

"Please let me cum?" They moaned, trying to press themselves deeper into the toy.

A button was pressed outside of (Reader's) peripherals.

Their body rocked violently as (Reader) was finally allowed to achieve their climax. Kirtch continued to stroke their head affectionately, whispering words of praise to his little human as liquid dripped from between the toy and their wet holes.

Kirtch kissed the top of their damp head, still smiling over how adorable (Reader) was. Although he hoped his pet would come to love him and enjoy his company on their own, he was secretly excited to use this toy on his little pet again. He peeled the appliance off, causing (Reader) to twitch sensitively in Kirtch's arms. Their eyes were unfocused and glazed, but Kirtch found that it wasn't a bad look on (Reader).

"Why don't you lay down for a nap, little pet. We'll play some more when you wake up."

#yandere #yandere x reader #yandere alien #yandere alien x reader #bd/sm pet #gender neutral reader #pet reader #pet human #cw dubcon #smut #brain dead #dead dove do not eat #not proofread #bad writing

[kodzukenmaaa]

DREAM BABY

↷ ⋯ ♡ᵎ pairing: Nanami Kento X fem! Reader

↷ ⋯ ♡ᵎ contents: Nanami dreamed having a baby w/you

↷ ⋯ ♡ᵎ warnings: false pregnancy, Nanami sad:(

↷ ⋯ ♡ᵎ requested: yes/no;

KENTO REMEMBER IT ALL.

He remembers how small hands would cup his cheeks and kiss his nose. Small feet pattering the wooden floor of his house, how her bose would scrunched at something that icked her, small but high pinch voice calling for him with a smile on her tiny face.

"Papa!"

Kento would smile and crouched down with his arms open and lift her up, spin her around, causing her to squeal and hug her. Nothing felt happier for him, it feel like the first time he went to Kuantan with you all over again, but it's every day.

"Papa, I love you this big!" She showed him her arms spreading, showing him how much she loves him.

"Papa love you too, Yuki."

And then he woke up, still in dazed. He looks in his arms to see you still asleep, light snore escaping you. He slowly got off the bed without waking you up and walked out of his room.

Still in dazed, he walked down the hall and opened the door to his daughter room and was confused. Where are the pink paint and small bed? Where's Yuki? There was no pink paint on the walls, no flower patterns wardrobe, no plushie, no child. Just an office. His office.

That's when he realised he didn't have a daughter. That dream felt so real.

The day continues on with you noticing how he' look like he's in a deep thought, the two of you laying around your now made bed. You were a bit shocked when he decided to lean his head on your chest. "Ken? What's wrong? You've been acting weird this past hour." Your hand going up and down on his back and climbing to his hair and start caressing it.

"I had a dream."

"What dream?"

"A child," his eyes shut tight and leaned more to your body.

Your eyebrows furrowed, what child? It took you a moment to realise what he meant. You sigh with a smile, "Did you dream we had a child?"

It took a while before he gives a small movement.

"A girl or boy?" You asked him.

"A girl, named Yuki."

"What did she look like?"

"She's a very loving and bright child like you. She would scrunched her nose at greens, very spoiled, she likes to be picked up a lot, she got your nose and smile." He explained to you while you comb his hair with your fingers. "She's got my hair. She also likes it when I put her hair in a ponytail."

"Eyes?"

"Mine but with your eyes shape."

"She sounds beautiful. Is that why you walk out of our room? To check on her" You asked him, making him jolt and look up from your chest.

"We're you awake?"

"Just for a moment, I woke up when you were by the door before falling back asleep."

He hum and muttered a sorry.

"You know I did once dream I had a child too," This topic interests him, "In my case, I dream I was pregnant and I had a boy. Very trouble making, keeps bringing back insects into the house telling me to meet his new friends."

Kento let out a small laugh, amused at your son in your dream.

"I remember how empty I was when I realized the child wasn't there, didn't exist. I cried that day because I missed that child." Kento brings your hand to his lips, pressing kisses to the inner of your wrist. "I'm guessing we're going to talk about having kids after this?"

"As long you're ready, I'm happy with that."

"It's not gonna be easy to raise a baby."

"I'll help you through it."

This dream sure brings the topic that you've been doing to discuss with your husband. Unknown to the two of you, both of you wanted to grow a family together quite long before Kento's dream.

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[lookingformoondrop]

Hi!! I love your writing and hope you’re doing great. May I request a break up scenario with yandere!Andrew?

Yandere!Andrew Graves x Reader

TW: Dark material, mentions of a unalived person, manipulation, andrew calls reader a dumb bunny, very toxic relationship, Andrew drags reader around by the hair (weeee), captivity/kidnapping if you squint? Angst, very very depressing, it's been a while, so this is probably OOC ;-;

♡ Notes: GUESS WHOSE BACK! yes, I admit I was gone for quite a while, but with the progress reports of chapter 3 coming around, I figure now is my time to rise again. After I wrote all of this, I realized I might have made this a little too dark... My next work will likely be a fluff. Sorry Anon! Thank you so much for supporting, and I hope I can continue writing pieces for y'all~ ♡

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The clock on your wall ticked closer to 7 o'clock. Every sound in the room was silenced by the deafening sound of it.

At the time, buying that clock seemed like a cute idea.

It was an old thing, two big clocks held together with beautiful dark wood. And a small circle shaped glass built underneath the two clocks meant for displaying a picture.

It was placed on your fireplace mantel, accompanied by other little trinkets.

You tried not to look at the mantel or the pictures that displayed happy memories, instead opting to glare at the hands ticking closer to your doom.

You didn't deserve to glance at these memories with what you were determined to do.

The room around was in shambles. Blankets and pillows were thrown around, cups and plates stuck to the tables around the couch after hours of neglect, and every picture frame in reach with the smiling face of Andrew Graves was put down.

At any moment, Andrew was going to come through that door and open his arms for you.

You bit your lip, already cringing at the bloody spots forming. You had to leave. There was no other choice.

After what you've seen, there's no possible way you could keep hugging and kissing him...

When you first moved in with Andrew, you found yourself to be the happiest ever.

Every day, you'd roll over to face an already awake and smiling Andy, who would kiss your nose and promise you coffee.

Every evening, you'd have a delicious dinner prepared by Andrew, who would make the atmosphere romantic with candles and rose petals, all leading to a delightful night of fornication...

Yes, at times, there were small cracks in the fantasy you two had made.

You still had to go to work, and you still had projects and deadlines that needed to be met. Not only this, but you still had co-workers you needed to work with.

You had made peace with this and was more than happy to fulfill your office work, but Andrew was not.

Now that you thought about it, many times a day, he would demand for your attention. He would go as far as calling your office and asking to see you. Lunch breaks would extend to lunch hours, and your sick and vacation days were used up in a matter of weeks (back to back).

And then you get home... if you had spent a work day completely ignoring Andrew, going as far as muting him, there'd be no telling what he'd do.

It began with silence, then one word answers, but if you even started getting angry at him for his horrible communication skills, he'd finally lash out.

" Just help me understand. Do you hate me? You're ignoring me all the time so that I can run back to you and beg you to pay attention to me. Why do you even stay with me, then? "

At first, you thought maybe he was just stressed out.

You had such a beautiful relationship, and Andrew was never big on talking about stupid things.

These things could all be avoided if you communicated with him more. If you were just healthy, then nothing would be toxic. You were the shitty one in this relationship, not him.

When you took the blame for all those things, his anger disappeared.

So your life would become peaceful again.

You never considered Andrew to be possessive. He was... overprotective. That's all. He was caring for you. It's not his fault that you're so sensitive,

And now you were giving all that up, and for what? Because every now and then he'll complain about the people in your life?...

because once he'll complain about them, they disappear from your life?

...because you found one of those people in the basement freezer?

The same freezer he made you promise to never go into?

Your eyes blink up at the ceiling, the tears that were dancing on your water line finally spilling over the edge.

Suddenly, the sound of the door cracking open made you quickly wipe at your tears.

"Bunny? I'm here, where are you?" Andrew called out from the hallway.

"...In here, Andrew." You answered, holding your hands in your lap.

"Andrew? What happened to Andy? What, did I do something wrong?" Andrew walked in, having already ditched his shoes and coat.

"Y/N? Hey... What's wrong?" Andrew power walked to you, avoiding the many pillows scattered across the floor.

He leaned down in front of your knees, grabbing your hands.

You gulped, refusing to meet his gaze.

"Andrew, we need to talk about something."

"Yeah...?"

"You... you have to promise not to get mad at me."

Andrew's face darkened, "...sure."

You bit your lip and finally looked up.

But Andrew was no longer looking at you, instead staring at all the picture frames that faced the ground.

You breathed in once. You had put this off for as long as possible.

"Andrew, i didn't call anyone yet, but you need to let me leave. I dont- no- I can't stay here anymore and I -"

"No."

You sputtered but couldn't get a good look at Andrew's expression as he stood up.

"You always get me worried over nothing," Andrew scratched the back of his neck, absently playing with his sweater tag.

You stood up,

"Andrew, this is important! I- I don't feel safe anymore, I don't feel safe with you! You've been keeping so much from me -"

Andrew scoffed at you, cutting your words short.

"You're acting wacky. Are you sure you didn't take anything before I came home?" Andrew finally looked at you with cautious eyes, "Look, Y/N, you're probably tired and need a break from your phone. Give it to me, and I can put this whole thing behind us."

Andrew lent his hand out, half expecting your hand and your phone.

But you shook your head.

"I know, Andrew. I know what you did."

Andrew raised a brow, "What I did...?" His hand was still outstretched.

"Last night I wanted to surprise you with some chicken soup, but I couldn't find the meat in our freezer, so... I went downstairs to the basement instead - "

Your eyes glanced at the clock again, it's happy picture becoming distorted the more you spoke outloud,

Andrew's eyes widened, and his hand dropped, "Y/N, you promised me you wouldn't go down there."

Your breathing became shaky, and your hand grabbed at the hem of your shirt,

"Andrew, you told me that all you had down there was some hunting meat. Y- You lied, not only lied, but you... You fucking killed someone! Oh god, Andrew, why did I find my boss and his DETACHED head in our basement freezer?!"

Andrew avoided your eyes, instead opting to run a hand down his face, sighing deeply into his palm.

When he didn't defend himself, your thoughts ran wilder, and the anger that you had locked away began bubbling to the surface.

This went far beyond control and possessiveness, Andrew murdered someone. Your Andrew, the same man you slept next to for years, murdered someone.

"How many years did I spend with a goddamn murderer? I had thought that- that maybe it was this crazy elaborate plot twist, that maybe you had a good reason to keep A PERSON in a freezer, but maybe I was living with a killer who I should have left a long time ago!-"

"Enough."

You had barely any time to process what he said before he grabbed your hair and began dragging you to the bedroom.

You tried twisting from his grip, dry sobs racking your body.

"Andrew, please stop! I'm - ow!- I'm sorry!"

"No, you're not. Everything I ever did was to protect you. Clearly, you've been thinking about this for awhile."

A dark chuckle rumbled from his chest, "and to think, I would've let you run around a little longer in the big world."

You continued sobbing, trying to grab at his hand. "Andrew, please!"

His hand pushed the door open, but right as he was about to enter, he stopped.

"Bunny", he crotched down to your level, his hand still grabbing your scalp, "do you love me?"

Your body shook involuntarily, your crying turning to hard hiccups. In your mind, all you wanted was to escape. To leave, to be embraced by someone who could protect you from this.

"P- Please Andrew, " you tried shaking your head despite the pressure, "s- stop, you're h-urting me."

Your chest heaved, your heart beating painfully against your chest.

Time moved slowly as Andrew searched your face, but slowly all the light he had in his eyes faded, and was replaced by a darkness that chilled your body.

"You didn't say yes." He clicked his tongue, "but that's okay, its only a matter of time."

Suddenly, he stood up and turned. Dragging you through the living room again, walking towards the basement door.

You screamed as you recognized the direction he was heading. You hit his hand, beating the grip he had on you.

Your eyes were wide and wild, trying to find some sort of escape, and your eyes landed on the clock.

Although you could no longer see the photo, you remembered the day Andrew brought it to you. He has promised to never leave you, and you promised to never leave him.

He asked you if you would love him if he was a monster.

You said, no.

All this time, you thought that Andrew would let you go. You would tell him you knew, he would turn himself in, and he'd let you go. Making all these years a bad nightmare. But the truth was, Andrew had long since known you would've found the body. The thought had crossed his mind, and he planned for the outcome even if he hoped youd be smart enough to never come to that.

When Andrew opened the basement door, he crotched down again and let go of your hair, instead moving you to his arms and holding you.

"Hey, I love you. You know that, right? I will never hurt you. Dont worry, you're going to be staying with me for a long time."

Andrew kissed your forehead, and began heading down the stairs.

Your eyes watched the door and the light that came from it as Andrew lead you further down the stairs.

Further away from the light, further away from freedom.

You cried into Andrew's shoulder, who patted your hair, until you could no longer see the light.

"You're never leaving me, my dumb little bunny."

Thank you for the ask! <3

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[eskymoos]

Levi Ackerman- The Richest Man in the World

You wanted to make a normal date with Levi more fun and unconventional, but you forgot that he can read you like an open book. Word count- 1409 Female reader x Levi Ackerman SFW

Dating Levi Ackerman can be very exciting. From under the sheets to simple, humble dinner dates. He always has a way of making it memorable for both of you. There is one occasion in particular, however, that will never slip your mind.

It was a hot summer day in Trost when the two of you headed for the heart of the city. There was no end goal other than to put your responsibilities aside and save up some time for each other. You were having an amazing time when a great idea came to your mind. 

There was a tall building on your left– a multifloored store for dresses of all sorts. Green, red, blue. Short, long, exotic. All of it in one place. You weren't surprised considering that many wealthy people lived here and most of them could easily afford to fill their wardrobes with clothes. Your eyes turned to stars and your jaw dropped.

''Hey, why don't we go inside?''

You suggested that and Levi, who was holding your arm to his chest like a gentleman, glanced over at the entrance. ''Hmmm? You like something?''

''Not yet. Come on.'' You urged and he didn't set you back. The Captain followed right after you, curious as to what you had in mind.

The place really was huge and the store owners gladly welcomed you inside, inviting Levi to sit over at a sofa and observe for now. You began looking at every dress, mesmerized at how amazing all of their designs were. 

But there is another thing that you couldn't ignore. You wondered if the reason you never wore dresses is because your body type just didn't allow it or because your budget was too small. Nonetheless it all made you hesitate a bit. You went quiet for a moment.

''Are you okay?'' Levi inquired, already sipping on a cup of tea he was brought while you were zoned out. 

''Yeah.'' You clicked your tongue and resumed the search.

It was best you kept your worries to yourself. You knew Levi was always one to watch over you and be sensible. You didn't want to feel like you've wasted his time so you chose to pretend that none of the dresses were up your alley.

The first one you tried on was truthfully ugly. You didn't have to fake the reaction. The color made your nose scrunch in disgust.

''I feel like a disco ball. There are too many beads,'' you murmured and your gaze ran to your quiet boyfriend. Levi was silent but his eyes were burning right through you. He took another long sip and said nothing. No sign of any emotion. 

Then you tried another one on. It was very beautiful but too long and tripped you over a couple of times. 

''It's my style but too long. I would need them to shorten it.'' You looked down and realized that not even your legs were visible through the material.

Levi was still watching and still saying nothing. You're beginning to wonder if this is boring for him.

Then your interest was piqued by three others. Unlike the first ones, you actually had luck this time. The dresses were the perfect size, shape and color. In fact, they resembled the ones you used to read about in your books. It was a fantasy brought to your reality. 

But you couldn't have Levi know that or else you'd have to tell him how this entire time you didn't have the money for any of this. You know he wouldn't mock you but the guilt would eat at your heart.

''It's…something. These are getting progressively worse, don't you think?'' You asked for his input, finding his sitting reflection in the mirror. Once more his mouth didn't open to speak but his focus went up and down on you. Was he eye fucking you or judging your horrible taste? 

After a few minutes of doubtful thoughts and inner regret, you shrugged your shoulders.

''Well it's fine. I'm glad that we came here at least. Maybe next time I will buy myself something.'' You explained, sighing deeply. What nobody knew was that if you could, you'd collect every single piece of clothing in this building. That dream owned your soul. 

You put on your casual clothes and walked out the fitting room to Levi who stepped closer to you and brushed the hair out of your face. For a moment you got the idea that he was telling you something telepathically but you didn't know what.

''You are beautiful.'' He leaned in to tell you, his voice raspy yet smooth. 

The two of you left, saying goodbye to the workers inside. Your gut shrunk a bit. You didn't know what to feel about what just happened.

And so, the arrows of the clock kept looping and two days passed by. You heard a knock on your door.

You opened it to see Petra and Oluo– two very loyal members of Levi's squad. He had told you many times about them but you rarely saw them.

''Is everything okay?'' You rush to ask, already overthinking what could be happening.

''Oh yeah.'' Petra grinned warmly and lifted a strange, enormous bag in her hands. ''The Captain told us to bring this to you. Enjoy.''

The two nodded respectfully, deserting you there with your own thoughts and a lot of confusion. Why exactly would Levi send you something? The two of you lived together so wouldn't it make sense that he directly handed it to you?

You brushed off all questions and checked the contents of the delivery. Your eyes turned big and round when you saw the three exact dresses you fell in love with the other day. But how? You gave it your best to hide what you felt and even acted repulsed but somehow Levi saw through your disguise. Now it makes sense why he was looking so attentively at you. He was studying your face bit by bit as if it were some kind of science. He knew just what you had on your mind.

All of them were crazy expensive which made you freak out a bit. The Captain went out of his way to purchase them without even looking at the price tag? The idea that he went back for that made your heart melt. It also angered you a bit that this entire time he kept quiet and acted natural while you put up an act.

What a foxy man.

A small note fell off the bag onto the ground and you picked it up to see what was written on it.

Come to my office when you can. Bring the dresses.

Levi

Excited to hear from him, you did just that. You flew out of the house wildly and mounted your horse, heading for the location.

When you arrived, you opened the door to find Hange and Erwin inside, having a conversation with Levi.

Levi looked at you instantly and a spark began dancing in the coldness of his blue eyes. 

''Hange, Erwin, see yourself out,'' he commanded in a reserved tone. Erwin gave him a nod and greeted you idly before exiting. Hange did too, but not before leaning in to whisper in your ear.

''Don't know what you've done to him but he's not himself today.''

You gave them a baffled look. 

''Is that good?''

Hange just grinned, not elaborating any further. They stepped out and shut the door which left just you and Levi in the room. The air turned thick and hard to breathe for a moment.

''Levi, you spent all these money on–''

''Try them on.'' He cut you off, standing up from his seat and approaching you. ''Put them on again. This time be genuine with what you think.''

You sucked in your lower lip and try to formulate a sentence. ''It's too much. It's just too much. I can't possibly pay you back.''

He reached out and pulled you in his arms, his intonation full of sheer affection and pure devotion. ''That's not for you to worry. I want you to try them on and tell me if they need any adjustments.''

You put both hands on his shoulders, ''Are you sure?''

His face moved closer, his mouth caressing your ear. ''Why would I say it if I don't mean it?'' He chuckled. And before you could do what he requested you to, he took your hand and stole your attention momentarily to speak what was on his mind this entire time: ''You make me the richest man in the world, you know that?''

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[curvykittyyssmutfics]

pussydrunk!Yuuji knew you had somethin special between your legs, even before you gave him a sample: He flirts with you endlessly, showing his interest in you any time he gets a chance. 'Fuck, y/n, have mercy...' Yuuji thinks when he finds you on your lavender loveseat beautiful brown legs spread, intently reading the magazine you're holdin up to your nose. The shape of your pussy in your tiny panties makes his mouth water; his dick rising so fast he gets a bit dizzy. "Hey, I'm so fuckin tired. Hope your day was better than mine, pretty baby.. Was it?" Yuuji asks sweetly. Your nose still pinches at the pet name "'S fine, I guess. Whooped the fuck outta Panda today." You answer without takin your eyes from the gossip you're currently consuming. "Scuse me, I was talkin to her. How rude!" You look down to see him starin between your thighs, leanin to plant wet kisses against your clothed clit lovingly. "So fuckin nasty.." You whisper, spreading to make room as Yuuji removes your underwear.

pussydrunk!Yuuji died and went to heaven the first time you let him hit: He's naked on top of you, eyes shut tight huffin hard as fuck in your face. "Ooh shit, girl! Tight as hell.. Ahhhh fuh- hold up.. Gonna cum, y/n. Pussy's too wet round my shit. Stay still for a second." Oh hell naw! Can't believe your ears right now. You didn't get all dolled up for nothing. Makeup perfectly matching your glittery sapphire one piece lingerie. "Yuuji, you just slid in.. Aint even start strokin yet." Tone heavy with annoyance, but he can barely hear you. Blood rushin in his ears; black dots his vision. Then Yuuji's filling you up half a second later; lickin and suckin on your neck as he presses in deep as he can. "Fuckfuckfuck! Please don't hate me, y/nnn.. Ah shit! Can't stooop.." He's crushing you under his weight, poor baby so incoherent. Doesn't even realize how he pathetically chants 'pussy's too good' as you land a smack on the back of his head.

pussydrunk!Yuuji feels like the world's ending when you don't let him fuck for a while after the first time: You're sitting with your back against your pillows in bed scrolling through the gram when he bursts in the room, briefly attempting to pry your knees apart. "Baby, come oooon. Need it so bad. Why are you torturing me like this?" Yuuji's been such a whiny brat about it. You want it too but he needs a fuckin lesson. "Boy.. First off, not ya baby. We ain't datin. Two, you came too fast, and waaay too fuckin much. Do you even know how much nut you spilled in my shit by the time you finished?" You fix him with a steely glare for good measure but his goofy ass only hits you with a perplexed "Ummm. A lot?" You scoff, rolling your eyes before looking back to your phone. "Baaaaaaby!" "Not cha baby.."

pussydrunk!Yuuji that starts bargaining after a few weeks, ready to gamble with his life if that means fuckin you asap: "Playin with my emotions, y/n. Just tell me what I need to do already. Do anything, name it. Just tell me what you want and it yours." He's got you pinned to a wall at the school, hands on either side of your head, dick tenting in his uniform. "No, Yuuji. Don't think you learned your lesson yet." "I did, baby! I'm sorry. So so sorry for filling your pretty lil pussy up without permission." You look into his shiny eyes, feeling a bit guilty at your teasing. His handsome features looking so devastated as he hangs his head, stuffing his face into your throat. Fuck, his submission has you so damn wet; panties sticking to your plump pussy lips. How much longer can you keep this up? "Hmmm.. Come over tonight?" Yuuji's like a kid in a candy store, head poppin up as he grins at you widely. "Thank you. Thank you. Thank you, baby." His kisses smother you as he whispers his appreciation against you lips. You laugh, pushing him back to retain your tough act. Even though all you want is to be impaled on his cock again. "Whatever, Itadori. Just dont be late. Oh and one more thing: Not your baby." Your tell him in a sing song voice, walking away with a little extra sway in your hips. "We'll see bout that.." Yuuji says to himself, squeezing his dick as he stares at the jiggle of your backside.

pussydrunk!Yuuji who refused to take any chances now that he's finally got another shot. He makes sure to jerk off before he comes over, hoping to God that helps with feeling of your compact pussy. When he gets there, he starts off with your pleasure; has you cum on his hand and tongue first. Yuuji quickly finds out nuttin before was a good idea. Especially from how his dick keeps jolting at the feel of you round his fingers, the delicious fuckin taste of you drippin down into his mouth. You're beggin for a break by the time Yuuji puts you on your side. "Pleeease baby, c-can't yet. Need a few mintues." Voice low, already a bit hoarse from screaming his name for the past half hour. "Aw.. I'm ya baby now? That right?" He coos, chuckling at how you nod but try scootin up to escape him swipin his dick up and down you drenched slit. He pulls you back by your hips, his fingers itchin to grip your y/h/c locks and hold you in place. "Naw, where you goin? Said I could finally get in this cute lil pussy tonight." "Can, just need to catch my- YUUJI!" Your not sure if you ever hollered so fuckin loud in your life, your soul descending straight to the depths of hell when he skewers you on his thick dick. "Hold up, baby. Pleeease! Dont gotta stop. Just n-need a quick break." "Mm mm, y/n. Can't do that." One arm slidin underneath you to wrap around and hold your tummy; the other under your knee to lift up your leg. Yuuji's thrusts are slow and shallow, just testing the waters of your perfect cunt, hoping to keep some kinda composure. "Oh. My. GOD. Got my dick trapped, baby. Lemme go so I can fuck you." Pulls your trembling frame closer against his body, kissing your shoulder, sliding in so much fuckin deeper. "Wait, Yuuji, wait!" You never receive any reprieve though. He only kisses your shoulder a second time, grippin at your tummy fat as he speeds up. "Wish I could. Mmmfuck.. Waited too long already." Eyes rollin back when he smashes his pelvis against your juicy ass over and over. "Cant think, cant eat or fuckin sleep without this pussy, y/n/n." Yuuji lifts your leg higher, opening you wider as his dick jams in to the base. Your pussy's drooling all over his balls, tits bouncing wildly and its getting really fuckin hard to take. "Y/nnn! Holy fuckin shit- gonna be mad at me when I creampie you again? Dont be, princess. Know I can't help myself." You're unable to do little more than wordlessly keen in response, poor cunt rapidly fluttering as his curved girth jams your g spot. Shit, no one's ever fucked you so thoroughly. You've never felt like this; can't even take a breath as he nails the tender spot with too much accuracy. "Yuujiiiiii!" You're squealing and squirting all over his cock, makin a mess of him without permission- just like he did a few weeks ago. Except, Yuuji fuckin loves it, is instantly obsessed with the sight and sensation. His eyes cross, saliva running down his chin as his body spasms and he nuts in you with everything he's got. "Oh fuck, y/n. This pussy mine! Baby, say it. Say it's mine, tell me you belong to me." It's the first time he's given you any typa command but you submit like you've been doin it all your life. "Yooours, Yuji. Forever yours!"

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[ceruleansx]

healed | peeta mellark

↳ warnings : mentions of blood, fluffff

↳ summary : after a fight with gale, you tried to find your house. after accidentally going to peeta's instead of yours, you still decided to stay with him.

↳ reader x soft!peeta x mean!gale

↳ a/n : yall r gonna like this one. also sorry for gale people

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your ears were ringing and you mind was dazing. did gale really hit you and throw you against the wall? you vision was in a blur as you stumbled up the wall.

"y/n i-" you heard gale say. it was probably in his normal voice, but after the impact with you and the wall, it seemed muffled.

you basically ignored his words and opened the door quickly. you didnt want to risk him getting mad again and hitting you once more.

"y/n!!" he yelled, this time a little more clear.

he was upset you went to the woods, knowing that it has become more dangerous.

you walked the streets, trying to recongnize your house. they were all the same looking, since you won the games.

one house looked like it could've been yours. you didn't even hesitate, so you knocked on the door, hoping your mom would answer and rescue you.

you waited for about 5 minutes, until you turned away. before you moved to the next house, you heard the door spring open.

you turned around desparetly, still hoping it was family.

it was peeta mellark.

he was panting fast, like he sprinted for his life down those staires.

"y/n...?" he says out of breath.

you walk up to his door. like usual, you wouldve rolled your eyes and left. but something about that night made you stay.

once you were closer, he finally got a good look at the big scrach and bruises on your face. his heavy breathing almost stopped, and his eyebrows turned into a concern.

"who did this to you?" he grazed his thumb across the wound on your cheek.

you winced at the contact. "gale."

he nods and takes you in. "i'll get you cleaned up okay. lord knows if you could get an infection." he chuckles softly.

you smile at his gesture. you look around his house, almost looking the same interior as yours. but the smell of bread got your attention.

"hmm.." you mumbled.

he smirked and looked towards the kitchen.

"ohh i see," you could hear his smirk forming, "you want bread, huh?"

you nodded, "please, your bread smells to good."

"lucky for you, its fresh." he chuckles.

he carried you two the kitchen and sits you down to the counter. he goes to the oven and tears out a piece of bread.

"here.." he says softly as he hands you an doughy piece.

you two eat the bread in silence, sitting in each other's comfortable silence.

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peeta places you at the edge of the bathtub. he reaches for a small cloth and waits for the hot water to turn up.

"you didnt have to do this ya know.." you said as you two waited.

he shrugs. "you chose the right house." he smirked.

you smiled and looked down at the face to hide your blush. it cant be. your so called enemy since elementary is being nice. and you like it?

the fact made you look back at him. you didn't realize that he cuter than you thought. his nose was the perfect shape, and god were his arms big.

his beautiful blonde hair fell down his forhead so effortlesly. the thoughts made you admire him.

"i would say staring is rude," he leans toward you with the cloth. "but i dont mind it cause it's you."

you open your mouth slightly, and there was no going back to the blush on your face.

he stroked your cheek lightly with the cloth as you two held eye contact. for a long time. the blood went away, but the stare between you and him didn't.

why was peeta mellark making you feel this way.

you wanted to do something that you didn't want to do, yet it felt so right.

you looked at his lips, his eyes, then his lips again. you grabbed his face and smashed your lips with his. his lips fitted with yours perfectly. his teeth softly bit your bottom lip, which made the butterflies in your stomach go even crazier.

you two eventually pulled away and leaned each others forheads together.

"can gale kiss and treat you like this?" peeta says whispered, almost like gale could hear.

"never in a million years peeta." you say before leaning into another sweet kiss.

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[angstysebfan]

My Roommates Boyrfriend - Chapter 6

Pairing: Bucky x Female Reader AU: Modern

Chapter Summary: The next morning the reader reads something that makes her question everything. We finally get to Seattle! Warnings: Angst, implied Bucky being an asshole, cursing

Series Masterlist

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You lay naked under the sheet, your head on Bucky’s chest, his right arm wrapped around you drawing shapes on your back with his fingertips, and his left hand playing with your right hand. He kisses the top of your head softly as you sigh in content. You've never felt so happy in your life. You were sure that you more than liked Bucky at this point, but you still didn’t want to do anything more until you spoke with Nat. You already went too far, but right now you didn't care.

“That was amazing,” you say softly with a smile on your face.

You hear and feel Bucky’s chuckle, “Yeah, it was. Best I've ever had,” He says kissing your forehead softly when you looked up at him.

You laugh, “I highly doubt that,” you say looking down at your hand in his.

Bucky lets go of your hand and cups your face so he can look into your eyes. “Really baby. I mean it,” he says before kissing you again on the forehead, nose, and then lips. 

You run your hand through his hair, staring into his beautiful eyes before snuggling into the crook of his neck. Suddenly your eyes start feeling very heavy. Before you knew it, you fall into a deep sleep in Bucky’s arms. 

You're awoken by the alarm on his phone. Bucky groans as he reaches on the night stand and turns it off. He then wraps his arms around you and nuzzles his nose into your hair placing soft kisses on your head. You blink several times, trying to get your eyes to stay open.

You yawn, “We should get going if we want to spend some time with Nat today,” you say. Suddenly you sit up in a panic.

“Oh my god, what're we gonna to tell Nat?” you shout in worry.

Bucky sits up slowly and rubs your naked back. “We'll talk to her. I know she'll understand. Trust me,” he says, kissing your shoulder.

You shake your head and cover your face, “I can’t believe I just slept with my roommates boyfriend!”

“Well technically I'm her ex-boyfriend,” Bucky says, grabbing your face to look at him. “Please don’t over think this. I know she'll be ok with this. If you wanna wait until further down the line when we're officially together then that's ok too,” he says.

You can’t help but smile, “You plan on datin' me when we get back to New York?” you ask.

He laughs and gives you a peck. “Oh most def'nitly! Though we should probably go a little slower than last night,” he says with a laugh, kissing your lips again. He feels addicted to your lips.

You both finally get up and go in search of clothes. You grab your phone to text Nat, to inform her that you'll be in Seattle in a few short hours, but your phone won’t turn on. 

“Damn! My phone's dead, and I wanted to text Nat to let her know we'll be in Seattle soon.”

Bucky threw his phone over to you. “Use mine. I’m gonna use the bathroom and change,” he said as he walks into the bathroom and closes the door.

You look down at his phone and realize he has a text message open to Sam. You want to quickly close it to open a new text, but his text and Sam's response catches your eye:

Bucky: You were right, I owe you $50.

Sam: Man I knew it! How far did you get?

Tears rush to your eyes. He made a bet on getting with you?! What the fuck kind of bullshit is that? Everything he said was a lie! Why? Was it to get back at you for the misunderstanding a year ago! You feel the tears blur your vision, but quickly wipe them away. You want to walk into that bathroom and punch him in the face, but decide to just finish the trip, go home, and never see him again!

You quickly sent Nat the text telling her you will both see her in a few hours and that your phone is dead, but you will charge it in the car. As you place Bucky’s phone on the nightstand, he comes out of the bathroom, giving you a warm smile. You look down at your hands for a moment, before walking back over to your side of the bed to finish packing your stuff. 

“We should get going,” you say sternly.

Bucky furrows his brow at you, “You okay?” he asks.

You look at him, with no emotion on your face. “I’m fine, can we just go please?” you say, putting your duffle bag on your shoulder.

You walk out of the room and head for the elevator, with Bucky’s hand on your lower back. You shrug away from him as you get into the elevator. 

“What’s wrong?” he asks concerned.

You ignore him, keeping your eyes on the doors of the elevator. Bucky starts to panic internally. Were you regretting last night? Did you blame him for what happened? Is this just your guilt? He decides to leave you alone for awhile to sort out your feelings, but he can’t help but be hurt with the way you're treating him.

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You're an hour outside of Seattle, and you haven’t said two words to Bucky since the hotel. Once your phone was charged, you started looking up flights back home. Originally you were going to stay in Seattle a few days, but right now, you don’t want to be anywhere near Bucky Barnes. 

The earliest flight is 1 am this evening, which you quickly purchase. You know Nat'll be disappointed, but you'll just plan a solo trip out to see her another time. You feel Bucky glancing at you every few minutes, but you refuse to look at him. You just keep your eyes on your phone, or look out the window.

Bucky continues to have an internal war with himself. Should he confront you about the way you are acting? Did you hate him for last night? He really didn’t plan on sleeping with you, he just wanted to hold you again. But he definitely doesn't regret it, in fact he felt pretty good about it, until now. He hates that you're acting this way now. It makes him feel guilty and bad. 

When he can’t take the silence anymore, Bucky clears his throat, “Are you sure you're alright? You’ve been acting weird since the hotel,” he says carefully.

You don’t say anything, don’t even look at him. Bucky’s heart starts to race, and panic sets in. You're definitely pissed at him.

“Okay, did I do something to upset you? If this is about last night, I’m sorry. We can tell Nat, and I'll take the full blame,” he says.

You scoff, but still say nothing. Bucky starts getting irritated and pulls over to the side of the road. When he puts the car in park he turns his body to look at you.

“Y/N, please tell me what is wrong!” he begs.

You have your arms crossed over your chest and you keep staring in front of you. “I don’t understand what happened. We were great this morning! We had an unbelievable night that I never want to forget, and now you're freezing me out. Are you regretting last night?” he says, panic and frustration evident in his voice. 

Still you say nothing, but look down. Do you tell him what you saw on his phone? Should you give him a chance to explain? No! Why hear another excuse! You look at him for a moment then look back in front of you. “Please just get us to Seattle,” you say, emotionless.

Bucky continues to look at you with pleading eyes. He reaches for your hand, but you flinch away. His heart breaks. “You regret last night. I get it… I… I thought we were on the same page after our talk this morning, but I guess… I guess I was wrong,” he says sadly. Your heart breaks slightly at the sound of his voice, but you stand firm.

Bucky turns back forward and pulls back onto the highway. You hide the tear that falls from your face, but when you glance at Bucky again and see a tear fall down his. You want to reach up and wipe it away and kiss him, but all you keep thinking about is that damn text message. This is all part of his damn plan! He's a master manipulator and your done falling for his bullshit. You know once you got back to New York, he'd probably ditch you anyway.

Bucky decides to just give up on trying to talk to you, for now. He feels miserable. This hurts worse than breaking up with Nat, which says a whole lot on that relationship. He shakes his thoughts out of his head. Once they get to Seattle, he will have a few days to corner you and get you to talk about this. You have to tell him how you feel, you have to.

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Bucky pulls up in front of Natasha’s apartment building. Natasha is there waiting, since you texted her telling her you guys entered the city. You can’t help the huge smile on your face as you get out of the car. You run up to Nat and you both embrace!

“I know it’s only been a week, but I’ve missed you!” you say into her shoulder.

She laughs, “I’ve missed you too!” she says.

She releases you and runs toward Bucky, giving him a big hug as well. Bucky keeps his eyes on you, and you can’t help but notice the sadness in them. When they release, she grabs both your hands and leads you up into her apartment.

“With my new job, I can afford a place on my own! I mean it’s nice to have my own space, but I miss having someone to hang out with all the time,” she says with a light laugh.

You smile at her as you look around the small one bedroom apartment. You walk into the living room and put your duffle bag down, and sit on the couch.

“Y/N the couch opens up into a full size bed and is comfortable, so you should have no problem sleeping there, and Bucky you can stay with me in my room,” she says looking between the two of you.

You and Bucky meet each others gazes for moment before you look back at Nat with a smile.

“I have the whole few days planned for us! You're both in for a treat! Tonight we'll go to a great restaurant downtown, and then this club for drinks and dancing. Tomorrow I found this cute brunch place we can try, and then–” 

“Oh, uh, actually Nat, I'm going to head home tonight,” you say softly. 

Nat looks from you to Bucky, who is staring at you in disbelief. You’re leaving tonight?! “Why? I thought you were going to spend a few days,” Nat says concerned.

You look at her and can’t help the tears that are coming to your eyes. “I-I know, but I got an email from work that they need me to come back sooner. I'll just have to plan another trip out here to party with you, alone,” you say.

“Bullshit!” Bucky says. You and Nat both snap your heads to him. “That's complete and utter bullshit and you know it!” he says angrily.

Nat puts her hands on her hips. “Ok, what's going on?” she says to both of you. You keep your head down, staring at your hands. You hear Bucky sigh.

“Look Nat, Y/N and I slept together last night. She's regretting it now and is back to hating my guts. I don’t know why though, because we were fine when we woke up this morning. But I think that's why she's leaving tonight. She wants away from me,” he says.

You glare up at him, before you look guiltily at Nat. She looks surprised, but you're shocked to not see betrayal in her facial expression.

“I’ll let you guys talk. I'm going to head down the street to that liquor store I saw,” Bucky says before leaving the apartment.

You look back down at your hands, not wanting to look Nat in the eye. Yes, you felt guilty about what happened with Bucky, but that's just the tip of the iceberg.

Nat sits back down on the couch and looks at you. “Y/N?” she says quietly.

You feel the tears sliding down your face and you choke on a sob. “I-I’m so sorry Nat. I'm sorry I slept with Bucky. I know you guys are technically not together, but I shouldn't have done it. And I guess the joke was on me because….” you can’t continue through your tears.

Nat slides closer to you and hugs you for a moment. You can’t help but sob into her shoulder. She rubs your back for a moment, which makes your feel worse. Why is she comforting you? You pull back and look at her, “Nat, I slept with your boyfriend, you should be angry at me, not comforting me!” you say.

Nat smiles softly at you and again wipes some of your tears. “Y/N, why do you think I had you both come out here together?” she asks.

You sniff and shrugging your shoulders. “Because you were tired of our fighting? I don’t know,” you say.

She nods, “Yea, I've been tired of your fighting for a long time, but it was because I knew you both had secret feelings for each other. There's no reason you both shouldn't see if something could come out of this,” she says. You look at her like she has 5 heads.

“Listen, if I was still home, I’m sure Bucky and I would have stayed together for a while longer, but he's not my forever. I know that and he knows that. I enjoyed my relationship with him, and, yeah, I'll miss him and his amazing body, but I’m not it for him,” she says.

“So because you know he isn’t it for you, you wanted to give him to me?” you ask confused.

She laughs, “Not exactly. After you told me how you were attracted to him that first night at the bar, I knew that you still had feelings for him. I mean he was an asshole to you, but I saw it in your face, and I saw it in his too. When he wasn’t looking at me… he was looking at you.”

You shake your head, not wanting to believe it. She sighs, “He told me about what Sam told him at the bar about you the other day after you talked to him about it. Of course I knew the truth and told him that, but that’s when I realized I was right. He was always meant to get with you that night.” 

You laugh, “Nat, seriously? You/re throwing fate into this? You know that's bullshit.”

She shakes her head. “Is it?”

You shake your head again. You're so confused, but glad Nat isn’t mad at you. She looks at you with concern, “So tell me the truth. Why are you really leaving early, because Bucky's right. Your excuse is complete and utter bullshit. Is it because you regret sleeping with him?” she asks.

You shake your head. “No, it’s not that. Th-this morning when I realized my phone was dead, he let me use his to text you. When I looked down I saw a test he had with Sam. He... he told Sam he owed him 50 bucks and Sam wanted to know how far he got,” you say, tears falling from your face again.

“He fucking played me! He lied to us both, because he doesn’t have feelings for me, Nat! He made a stupid bet that I would hook up with him!” you say.

Nat says nothing but holds you while you cry. She kept whispering it’s okay over and over. You pull back and wipe your eyes. You are so tired of crying because of Bucky Barnes. You just want to go back to New York and never see him again.

–

Bucky is walking back to the apartment with a small bottle of whiskey in his hands. He occasionally takes a drink from it, the burn feeling good as it goes down his throat. He hopes to God that your talk with Nat went well and that she'll talk you into staying. How was he supposed to talk to you about both your feelings if you're not here?

Just then his phone buzzes. He looks and sees it’s a text from Nat:

We need to talk. Now.

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Chapter 5 / Chapter 7

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TRACK 5: KNOCK KNOCK! WHOS THERE?

"name? are you there?" kazuha asked, his voice was muffled. you laughed nervously,

"yes, i am! don't worry. i'll be there in a bit, just let me do somethiiiing real quick." you answered. you wondered what was off about your apartment until you realized it's a bit messy. by a bit, you mean, it's terrible. it's like every world storm disaster decided to visit your home. you quickly tidied up your place until it was decently cleaned. you opened the door, "hi, kazuha! i hope you didn't wait too long." his nose was dusted with a bit of pink since the cold, he slowly moved his limbs to your apartment.

"no... not at all." he spoke. you noticed you forgot to put away your undergarment on the floor, quickly, you slid it behind the closet next to the door, hoping your highschool crush didn't notice. unknownst to you, he had, he chuckled a bit before he changed the subject, "what kind of song would you want to write?"

leading kazuha to the living room, you fluffed a pillow as he sat down. putting the pillow down and sitting near him, you laughed a little, "didn't you ask me? what genre do you think fits me the best?" well, you had already done enough pop. maybe it would be time for you to do some indie? he shrugged, "what are you most comfortable with?"

"i think, pop, it's a bit mainstreamed though."

"ok, what if you go for pop again but experiment with sounds that sounds like a dream?"

"what do you mean?"

pulling out his phone, kazuha quickly searched something up and played a song by barbara, the idol known as shinin' miracles. "like a dream pop?"

“i love barbara’s music but would it be like copy cat? i dont want to be all controversial.”

he scooted closer to you. you noticed every feature of his face and especially his maple-colored eyes. shit, has he ever changed from high school? he feels the same but is he prettier than before? you tried to ignore it as he continues, “when your albums out, you could release this after and say its inspired by barbara. i'm sure she would be flattered.”

“ohh! okay, i think i have to ask the kamisatos about this but i could work with this."

you yawned as kazuha brought over the third round of canned drinks, "do you think the lyrics are good enough?" kazuha asked you as you half-hazardly glanced at the various sheets of paper. some of them was sprawled all over your star-shaped coffee table and the rest were scrunched up and littered your complex's floor. "hmmm, i think so?"

cracking opens the can, you heard the familiar crisp crrk of the can, he handed it to you. his hand lightly brushed over yours and you tried to ignore the feelings it gave to your heart. "did you even read them? or did you do 'the thing' because you're too tired to look?" he jested as you laughed.

"haha, of course not! who do you think i am?" you replied, obviously lying through your teeth. as obvious as you were, kazuha was fighting back the urge to laugh, he tried to hide it with a smile. kazuha smiled warmly, "name. you are a person who does not lie at all."

"yep! yep! haha, thats me." he chuckled at your useless attempt to lie. an awkward silence filled the air as it started to kill you, you gave in.

name: 0 | kazuha: 1

"...okay, hand it over to me."

he took the can out of your hands, and you raised a brow, "you usually spill your drinks when you're busy with something. remember in highschool-"

"oh god no! don't ever bring that up." you winced at the pain, remembering that memory. it was too depressing to remember. kazuha made a face at you as you begrudingly agreed with him, "alright. take my beautiful dr. pepper away."

you traded your soda for to read the lyrics of the devil!!! just kidding... woah!

wait.

these lyrics weirdly sound romantic....

are the high school feelings coming back? man, why could lumine be right of all people? stupid star twins. y

"anything weird?" kazuha asked, worried. oh, he's doing that face when he's too worried and may or may not have a stomachache of overthinking a problem. you nodded your head no, "nah, it's fine."

"you sure?"

"really."

celeste

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[komotionlessqueenmm]

Imagine # 1,044

Gifs NOT mine.

Year posted - 2023

*Let's pretend Rick didn't kill Shane, but instead beat the shit out of him and left him behind. So this is set right after the incident at the farm, and now Shane is wondering on his own.

"Sh get down." Frank whispered softly, pulling (Y/n)'s arm to get her to kneel beside him, pulling a knife from his boot in order to kill the undead creature. She weren't sure how exactly she'd gotten here, or why exactly. All she could remember was running with Frank from a man that was trying to hunt her down specifically. And it was like the ground opened up right below their feet, and both her and Frank fell, unable to anticipate what happened. Then they landed on the solid earth, and found themselves in a world they didn't recognize. Thankfully with her and Frank being deadly killers with something as simple as a toothpick, handing their new life in a world full of undead was a walk in the park. It also helped that considering how many times they'd both been on the run, they could handle the constant moving, and scowering for supplies.

"How about that place?" (Y/n) pointed to the old farmhouse nestled at the bottom of the hill that she and Frank stood on. "Looks fairly untouched." She noted as she observed the dull red sliding of the home, then the windows that looked in good shape. "At least for a few nights." Another small suggestion left her lips, while Frank watched the place with hawk eyes, weighing the options. "We'll do a perimeter sweep first, then sweep the house." Frank decided then quickly grabbed (Y/n)'s arm before she could walk away. "Carefully this time." He reminded her, making her roll her eyes playfully. "Get scared by a cat one time and you never hear the end of it." (Y/n) huffed sarcastically, making Frank grin. "You nearly blew the poor thing away, pretty sure you scared atleast eight out of its nine lives out of it." He winked before pulling her to him to kiss her softly.

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"Seriously this place is adorable." (Y/n) mused as she walked around the living room for the third time, having checked the entire property and found no threats along the way. "Would've loved to own a place like this." She added softly, a giggle escaping her when Frank wrapped his arms around her from behind. "Yeah? That the kinda life you imagined for us?" He murmured against the side of her head, both of them swaying softly to unheard music. "Yep with a dog or two, some munchkins runnin' 'round, the works." (Y/n) signed dreamily. "I can see it now... Your belly big and round with our babies, while you bake in the kitchen barefoot in a cute little sun dress. The dogs at your feet eagerly waiting for scraps, while you scolded them for it despite that beautiful smile." He closed his eyes, and (Y/n) leaned further into his touch.

"Where are you?" She wonders in a soft whisper, making Frank chuckle. "On the other side of the kitchen island, trying my damnedest not to devour you like the sweet little morsel you are." His words made (Y/n) laugh, a small blush dusting her cheeks. "I'd never deny you Castle." She mused as she turned around in his hold, peering at him with mischievous eyes. "I-" Frank was immediately cut off by the sound of something falling over down in the basement. "I thought you checked the basement." (Y/n) whispered as she moved from his hold. "It was barricaded." He sighed through his nose. "Now who isn't being thorough?" She sassed as she and Frank both readied themselves for a potential fight. "Quiet." He grumbled quietly, annoyed with himself for letting it happen.

Getting into the basement took some effort from both of them, but they quickly realized while trying to get in, that whatever was down there wasn't one of those creatures. "Don't move." (Y/n) trained her rifle on the outline of a man, while Frank stood beside her on the stairs, also aiming his gun. "I ain't armed." An oddly familiar voice called from the darkness, making (Y/n) freeze before she glanced to Frank. "Move into the light." Frank demanded, and the stranger did as he was instructed. "What the fuck?" (Y/n) gasped, her gun lowering at the sight of him. "Who are you?" Frank hissed, uncertain how to react to seeing a man that looked and sounded exactly like him standing there. "Shane Walsh." His voice was horse as if he hadn't drank anything or spoken in days.

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They'd brought him upstairs, and the bewilderment on his face was apparent as he looked at Frank, as he was unable to see them properly in the basement. "My names (Y/n)." She tried introducing herself, but when Shane's eyes cast to her, for the first time since they came upstairs, his eyes somehow became even wider. "Darlin'?" He frowned in confusion, his eyes swimming with sorrow. "Um." She looked to Frank, who was quick to put himself between them when Shane reached out to her. "We aren't from this reality." Frank stated bluntly, making Shane frown with confusion. "She is my wife, and she's nothing to you. Got it?" Frank hissed, his use of the title wife making (Y/n) gawk at him. "Yeah... Yeah I got it." Shane nodded his head, sparing her one more glance.

"She looks like my ex-fiancé... She died a week before our wedding." Shane explained, wiping at his face to try and wipe away his sorrow. "What happened?" (Y/n) asked with curiosity, moving around Frank to properly speak with Shane. "She uh... She got shot by an ex-con I had put away. He um he unloaded the entire clip into her." Shane chuckled bitterly, the sound hollow and devoid of life. "I'm sorry." (Y/n) offered her condolences, knowing that it couldn't have been an easy thing to deal with. "Yeah... Me too." Shane nodded his head, feeling as if he was apologizing to his lost love, and feeling a little more at peace with it.

"You were a cop?" Frank wondered suddenly, his lack of empathy making (Y/n) mentally face palm, especially considering his own past. "Yeah I was." Shane shook his head. "So what about y'all? You don't seem like regular civilians." Shane pried, and (Y/n) simply looked to Frank. "Mercenary." Frank pointed to himself, then (Y/n). "She was an assassin." Frank grinned softly at the surprise evident in his eyes. "Really?" Shane looked to (Y/n), who nodded her head, genuinely surprised Frank was so willing to tell him that. Although it is the end of the world, so what did it matter anymore anyways?

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"So what's the plan husband?" (Y/n) asked Frank as they sat in the kitchen, leaving Shane in the living room. He smirked at the title, happy that she seemed keen to the idea of them being husband and wife. "Same as always. We keep moving, we stay alive." His voice was low, but he wasn't exactly whispering. "What about him?" She wondered, nodding her head back towards Shane. "He ain't my priority, you are." He leveled his eyesight with hers. "We can't just leave him." (Y/n) argued softly. "Why not?" Frank smirked softly. "Because look at him... He looks like someone left him for dead." She brushed her thumb across the bruise under Frank's eye, his face still busted up from the fight he got into before falling between worlds. Similar in a way to how busted up Shane was, though the ex-cop was off worse.

"Besides it'd feel like I was leaving you behind in a way... I mean I know he isn't you, but he's clearly another version of you." (Y/n) leaned forward a little, brushing her nose against Frank's. "Atleast give him the offer to join us, if he doesn't want to, then we'll go." Frank's lips parted slightly in anticipation as she spoke, his eyes peering deeply into hers. "And if he's more trouble than he's worth?" Frank questioned, making (Y/n) grin. "You Frank Castle were more trouble than you were worth for the first three years I knew you." Her words made him chuckle, remembering all the headaches he caused her before realizing he had fallen for her.

"That's fair." He hummed before kissing her softly. "Okay if you want to try helping the cop, we'll try helping him out." He brushed his nose against hers, like she had done earlier. "Just promise me to keep your guard up around him. I don't trust him." This time he was whispering. "You don't trust anyone, but I will." (Y/n) pecked his lips. "I trust you." Frank argued with a smile, making (Y/n) chuckle as she pulled away. "You sure?" She hummed. "I'm pretty sure." He mused following her as she walked towards the living room, Frank's playful demeanor vanishing as they entered the room.

"So Shane." (Y/n) began, taking as seat on the coffee table in front of Shane, who peered at her with unreadable eyes. "We're not sticking around for long, we never do." She noted the curiosity that bloomed in his eyes. "If you'd like, you're welcome to join us." And immediately his curiosity dwindled to something dark. "Oh I know that look." (Y/n) chuckled softly. "Let me guess, you think you're a monster? Or maybe you think you're better off alone?" She smirked at the obvious annoyance on Shane's face. "You might be an alternate version of Frank, but he gets that same exact look on his face when he tries pushing everyone away." Shane glanced at Frank.

"Now I'm not gonna force you to follow us. But I want you to consider it. I've seen that darkness in your eyes, it's just like Frank's, and if anyone can handle you at your darkest, it's us." (Y/n) stood from the table, and left with Frank to do their hourly perimeter sweep, leaving Shane to think about their offer. "You really think you can handle all that?" Frank asked as they exited the house, (Y/n) smiled softly, knowing he was talking about his demons, and now Shane's. "He needs someone, just like you do, and if he's anything else like you, I know he won't hurt me." She said as she looked back at the house. "I doubt he could anyways." Frank mused, making (Y/n) smirk. "Yeah probably not." She agreed with a laugh.

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HALF AN HOUR FOR LOVE — Childe x F!Reader Chapter 2. Your name

The small bathroom was filled with the pleasant aromas of candles and various oils. The candles smelled of lavender, while the delicate oils were scented with coconut and cinnamon. It was really relaxing for you. Delicate fluffy foam bubbles lay on the surface of the water, creating various shapes and patterns. It was quite funny.

Hot water pleasantly relaxed your stiff muscles and injured leg, and it helped you to let go of all the pain. A wineglass of red wine was on a small table next to the bath, and you reached for the crystal wineglass to quench your thirst.

You really wanted to relax. If only it were possible. You took a sip of wine and the cool, sweet liquid washed over your throat. It helped calm your nerves a bit, but your head still hurt.

You furrowed your brows in displeasure. Your thoughts kept returning to Tartaglia. No matter how hard you tried to think of something else, you kept thinking about how rude he was to you.

You felt your anger starting to rise again in your chest as you remembered his cheeky smile. What kind of person did he think you were, when he asked you to lie in his bed?

He really saw you as that kind of person? Or did he decide that his beautiful face, muscular body and financial position will help him get any girl into his bed? You snorted in annoyance, blowing a small piece of foam off your nose.

Yes, he was really handsome. But that didn't change the fact that he was a rude and moron who didn't respect other people's boundaries and feelings. And you were insanely annoyed by the fact that he couldn't leave your thoughts.

Before yours and his strange acquaintance, you heard about Childe many times, but in those moments you could easily put him out of your head. So why is he now so tightly seated in your skull? What changed? But you knew you wouldn't give him a chance to taunt you.

Your wet palm rested on your forehead, your head continued to hurt, and you thought that you should take medicine. You changed your position because your body began to gradually become numb. Because of the water your skin gradually softened, which caused an unpleasant feelings. You had to get out of the water.

Surprisingly, thoughts about Tartaglia miraculously disappeared from your head when you remembered that you would soon need to go to the main Snezhnaya's academy. You should have found out what documents needed to be prepared for admission to the academy and when you need to make the first tuition fee.

Also, before going to bed, you were going to call your family. Therefore, when you finished with all the water procedures, you left the bath in high spirits, and the thoughts about Childe, as they appeared in your bathroom, remained there. And today it didn't bother you anymore.

The next day you were in a good mood. Even though you didn't have the best day yesterday, today you thought about how you want to make the most of this day. Unfortunately, your injured leg still bothered you, and you limped awkwardly on your way to work, noticing the surprised looks of your colleagues on you.

You greeted them shyly, trying to avoid questions about what happened to you. But you didn't manage to avoid questions from your friend.

"What's wrong with your leg, Y/n? Why are you limping?" Yoimiya excitedly sat down next to you on the bench when she noticed you limping and wincing in pain.

Ei remained silent, but from her look, you realized that the woman was also worried about your condition. You made a sad face, realizing that you couldn't get away from your friends' questions. They often worried about you because you lived alone and there was no one to take care of you during this period of time.

You said many times that you could take care of yourself, but just like with your mother, your friends didn't believe you at all. You appreciated their care, but you were confident that you could handle a small injury.

As you suspected, Yoimiya asked you too many questions, asking you how, where and why you got this injury. Ei, unlike her too noisy friend, occasionally made comments and asked you to be more careful next time. When both girls found out the cause of your injury, their indignation knew no bounds.

"Of course, I heard that he doesn't have good manners, but to neglect someone’s health and feelings so much, you have to try!" Yoimiya snorted, turning her nose up and showing that she was very unhappy with Childe's behavior.

"Yoimiya, please keep calm." Ei calmly demanded.

This made you laugh.

"Perhaps we aren't given to understand what is going on in the heads of rich guys." You smiled and the girls picked up your mood. Despite yesterday's bad memories, today you were in a good mood.

You and your friends headed to the cafeteria, and the only thing you really wanted right now was a good meal. But your appetite was gone immediately after you saw the ginger man. He stood in the parking lot next to his car and pressed some girl to it.

You just snorted, thinking that this guy had no shame or conscience. And you really didn't want to have anything to do with him. You didn't want to waste time on him, so you turned away from him and continued talking to Yoimiya and Ei.

The next few days passed quietly and without incident. Your injured leg finally healed, which made you happy. And, to your happiness, you forgot to think about Tartaglia. You continued to do your job, making various deals with many companies around the country and communicating with various people. And sometimes it seemed like a chore to you.

You wanted to get some rest and visit your family in Morepesok. But you couldn't find a free day off for that. All your free time was spent cleaning the house and cooking your own meals. You really hoped that soon you would have free time and be able to visit your mother and Xiao.

You were snapped out of your thoughts by your boss's voice.

"Y/n, please give these documents to the chief secretary." The man put several folders with documents on your desk. “I need to leave for a while. I hope you can handle it."

"Of course, I will do it!" You smiled and followed with your gaze as your boss left the office.

The day was sunny, it was warm outside. You left the building and headed towards the main company building. It continued to stand majestically, drawing all attention to itself. Holding the folders with documents to your chest, you continued to walk forward. Out of the corner of your eye, you spotted a black Mercedes Benz in the parking lot next to the building.

You concluded that Tartaglia must be somewhere in the main building of the company. You bit your lip in annoyance. You had no desire to see this man. And you continued to be annoyed by the fact that you started thinking about him again. Why, when you noticed any reminder of him, did Childe so easily become everything you could think of at any given time?

Thinking about how much you were unhappy about this, you didn't notice that you went up to the third floor of the building. The place where business meetings usually took place, and where the director's office was located. You knocked on the large door with your fist and pushed the door open in the hope that the secretary was in the office.

You looked around in confusion. You were in the alleged office of the secretary, but she wasn't in the office. You really hoped you could leave the documents with the secretary. But Lady Fate had a completely different way, making you nervous.

The office was bright, despite the fact that the window was covered with large dark green curtains. To the side was another wooden door, behind which, as you assumed, was the director's office.

You thought irritably that you would have to go into his office, but right now the last thing you wanted to do was meet Childe. In the hope that there would be no one in the office, you quietly took hold of the gilded doorknob and opened the door to the office. What you saw made you scream in fright and drop important documents from your hands.

Half naked man and woman sat on a large glass table, kissing roughly and passionately. The ginger man leaned on the table, holding the girl sitting on him by the rounded hips. The half dressed girl ran her thin fingers over his bare shoulders and embossed abs, and two people continued to kiss until they were distracted by a loud sound from the door. Childe pulled away from the girl's lips, and she looked at him disappointedly.

"Darling, what happened?" She whimpered, puffing out her lips a little clumsily and, as if by chance, straightening her blouse, thereby exposing her magnificent chest in a black lace bra.

"I-I'm sorry." You immediately lowered your eyes, and, as if remembering the fallen documents, squatted down, trying to quickly collect the documents and get the hell out of here. But this turned out to be extremely unsuccessful, and important documents scattered more and more across the floor.

You swore in your thoughts in annoyance. Why did you and he have to meet again under these circumstances?

Tartaglia looked in your direction with interest, and his heart beat faster when he realized that it was you. You're that girl. You were the one who made him feel incredible excitement, and at the same time, you were the main character in his bet with Ayato.

And both of these facts delighted him. He knew you would be his, in his bed. Even if he has to move mountains for this. And the fact that you were such an unapproachable girl added oil to the fire. Childe never turned down a good fight, and this fight must have been one of the most exciting of his life. He was in anticipation.

If he wins — and he will definitely win — Ayato will help him and his family. He would never turn his back on his family and would do everything possible to make his family happy. Even if he has to go over the heads.

"I-I'm sorry, I didn't mean to disturb you, and I'm leaving now." You finally collected all the documents in folders, picked up the folders from the floor and hurried to turn to the door so as not to blush even more at the sight of half naked people.

"Yes, you can go." The blonde sitting on the table said slightly displeased, throwing one leg over the other and carefully pulling on the black stocking that had come down.

The ginger man looked at you excitedly because he didn't want you to leave. All these days he did nothing but think of you.

How beautiful you looked the moment you hit him. And your words struck him to the very heart. Even despite the bet, you were insanely very interesting to him. Therefore, he hurried to move his secretary away from him in order to come closer to you.

"Wait, you're that girl..." Childe came closer to you, causing you to step back in fear and look at the floor because the man's appearance was truly embarrassing. "Don't leave. I didn't even know your name."

You chuckled ironically at your thoughts. Wow. He remembered you.

"Hey, bunny." A girl whimpered behind him, causing Tartaglia to roll his eyes in annoyance, distracted from the girl he was interested in. The girl who blushed so damn cute and shyly looked at the floor. He wanted to look at it a little longer. How cute you were blushing right now and how hot you looked that evening, it made his heart beat at a tremendous speed. The combination of these different emotions tempted him to watch you longer. He was hoping to find out what other emotions he could make you feel. "I miss you, hurry up."

You tried not to raise your eyes to the man in front of you, because it was beyond your strength and embarrassment. But despite that, you were still able to see his bare abs when you entered the office. And damn, he really was well built and handsome.

That was the last thing you should be thinking about right now. Taking a deep breath, you looked into his blue eyes and said:

"I'm sorry, I don't think knowing my name will change anything for you. Besides…" You looked behind him at the blond girl who continued to sit on the table. "You shouldn't keep your woman waiting."

The secretary perked up noticeably when you mentioned her.

"I see that you're a very understanding person." She said, smiling, and you smiled her with the same sugary smile.

You gave the documents to Childe. And without saying another word, you turned your back on the two people and walked out of the director's office. Tartaglia curled his lips in annoyance. You left him in such a vulnerable state with no chance to say anything back to you. It looked like you and he were competing in some kind of competition.

Who will find the best way to piss off the other person? You or him?

He annoyed you, you annoyed him. This was your common. Common thoughts that haunted you and him.

He was annoyed, he wanted nothing so much as to make you want him. The consequences don't matter. In any case, he will win the bet — and you will cease to exist in his thoughts.

"So where did we stop?" The woman asked coquettishly, reminding him of her presence. Childe growled in displeasure. Without even turning to her, he said:

"At this moment. Svobodna*."

The only woman he wants right now is you.

For Tartaglia, it was something of an exciting battle. Sweet goal to which he aspired. The way that he must go to achieve the goal. And the end result, which has always been the most long awaited and exciting. He lived for these feelings and never gave them up. As is the case with you.

His end result was the well being of his family, and you were like the way he had to take to achieve his goal. And Childe knew that this way was, is and will be one of the most difficult in his life. But he also knew that he would go this way. It doesn't matter what he needs to do for it.

For you, it felt like you were in hell. Your friends asked too many questions, but you didn't know how to explain the whole situation to them. There was no escape for you. It seemed that Tartaglia literally replaced all the air next to you, because his presence next to you was too much.

Every time Childe saw you, he immediately came up to you and started pestering you with his questions about your name, your phone number and asking you if you were going on a date with him. It was very annoying, because you really wanted all thoughts of him to disappear from your head as if they had never been there. But because he found a reason to be with you almost every day, it seemed impossible.

And even now, when you sat in the cafeteria and ate calmly, he sat in front of you and with his fingers counted a hundred and one reasons why you had to go on a date with him. None of the reasons seemed worthy to you, so you continued to ignore him and all the prying eyes of other people that were directed at you and him. The extra attention was really embarrassing.

"I really want to apologize to you."

You looked at Tartaglia, who continued to talk about something, and noted for yourself that he didn't pay any attention to other people's views. He's probably just used to the extra attention. For the first time, you thought that you even felt sorry for him.

"Okay." Unexpectedly — even for yourself — you said, attracting the attention of a ginger man. He paused, surprised that you answered him. Usually you were always silent and ignored him. "I'll go on a date with you if you promise not to invade my privacy again."

A satisfied smile appeared on Childe's face. Gotcha.

"You won't regret it, princess." He stood up from his chair, winked at you and said: "If I can’t get your forgiveness on this date, I promise I will never bother you again. At the end of the working day, I will wait for you at our place."

He finished speaking and left the cafeteria, ignoring the girls who were trying to talk to him. You frowned. What did he mean by the phrase "our place"? Was that the place in the parking lot where he hit you with the car door? Your eye twitched. You held back the curses in your tongue. This guy…

You didn't notice how the evening came. The sun was gradually sinking below the horizon, turning the sky red. A light breeze was blowing outside, but you understood that such weather wouldn't last long. Soon you will need to dress in warm clothes. You slowly walked towards the parking lot, noticing the familiar male silhouette.

His jacket was open, his ginger hair swaying in the wind. He was leaning on the hood of his car and smoking a cigarette. When Tartaglia noticed you, his face lit up with a cheeky smile. And you felt your cheeks suddenly turn red.

"I think, after seeing my bare body, you shouldn't be embarrassed." He said cheerfully and invited you to sit in the passenger seat.

You looked at him with irritation in your eyes.

"One more joke like that and I'm not going anywhere with you."

Childe laughed and sat in the driver's seat. The engine was started and the car started moving. The car left the territory of the company and rushed in an unknown direction. Music was playing in the car, you tried to relax and leaned back in the seat. Tartaglia looked pleased. Suddenly a thought came into your head.

"You asked me my name."

You broke the silence, thereby attracting the attention of a ginger man. He raised an eyebrow and smiled. You smiled back and said:

"My name is Y/n."

Svobodna (rus.) means "You're dismissed" or "You can go".

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[yervevee]

— You are beautiful, ya know?

I swear, I didn't reflect my mood at all in this little one-shot *lie*.

I hope you like it, and I hope that these little writings of mine about chubby readers can help - even if just a little -.

Remember that you are perfect. In any way and in any form, you are perfect<3

You looked at yourself in the mirror. No, you weren't looking either. You were judging yourself. You judged every flaw you could see in your reflection.

Your eyes, which weren't the way you wanted them and the nose that they had always talked badly about. You looked at your cheeks, plump, like a child's. but not in a nice way. You looked at your double chin, which you could barely see, but it was there.

You looked at your arms, which weren't as slender as your friends'. You looked at your hips so big and without a precise shape, you would like to have them like those models. It was a dream of yours, to become a model. Your thighs were thick, touching each other. And you really didn't like your knees.

You were entering a vortex where you only looked for your flaws. You seemed paralyzed, he thought, as he entered your shared room. You hadn't even noticed his arrival, how busy you were judging your appearance. So you jumped, when you felt his hands grip your waist and his lips on your cheeks.

“Y/n?” He asked, looking at you worriedly.

For a moment you felt breathless, as if he had caught you doing something you should be ashamed of. But that was just normality for you.

“O-Oh hey,” you said, looking away from your figure to look at his face. Oh how beautiful it was.

"What were you doing in the mirror? It looked like you were...analyzing yourself" your boyfriend murmured, as you could see the concern rising in his face. He already knew what you were doing, you could imagine.

“I wasn't analyzing myself – I was just… watching” you murmured, feeling a sense of unease as you slowly realized where this was going. “You know,” he began to speak, turning you around so he couldn’t see you in the mirror. He could sense the discomfort in your eyes.

"I know what you're doing. I know you only look in the mirror to see the bad things in you, in your body," he said in a firm tone. You felt the earth fall beneath you, as a whirlwind of thoughts and worries assailed you.

"he knows. He knows what I do. What will he think of me now? He doesn't like me anymore right? Maybe he never even-"

your thoughts were interrupted by his voice, in a tone as sweet as you had ever heard it.

"Y/n. You are beautiful. You are perfect, even if you are chubby, even if you can see your double chin or your thighs touch each other. For me, you are perfect." He said as he caressed your cheek with one hand.

"Why don't you see yourself as perfect too?" he asked you. Not in a tone of pity, but of sadness.

his words, his empathy, his love, were what broke you. In an instant you were in his arms as tears streamed down your face and your sobs were the only thing you could hear.

Why didn't you see them as perfect? Yes, that was a good question.

He carried you to the bed and laid you down, making you stick to the pillow as if you were delicate enough to break at any moment. He lay down next to you and caressed your hair, your cheeks, your hands while only comforting words came out of his lips. He let you vent until your sobs stopped and the tears stopped falling.

Then, he spoke. “I'll help you Y/n.” he started to say, then you turned to him. “I will help you love yourself, look at yourself in the mirror and instead of looking at how ugly you are, you will look at how beautiful you are.

Because Y/n you are beautiful. Inside and out. You are the person I have always needed, the person I needed to love and make me mine. Y/n you are everything I have always wanted and to thank you for loving me, I will make sure that you are able to love yourself as I do" he concluded the sentence, with the serious look that he is not lying about.

With a look full of affection that made you think that deep down, if a person like him loved you, maybe you would love yourself too.

YUJI ITADORI, Kita Shinsuke, Yuta Okkotsu, AKAASHI KEIJI, Yamaguchi Tadashi, Osamu Miya, Yaku Morisuke.

#jjk x reader #haikyuu x reader #chubby reader

[sillysistersusi]

Style It The Way You Want

I made this little story for the second day of the dadrius week 2023 (fashion), it's a little late but better than never🥰😊 I hope you like what I did

You can also find this story on my ao3 and wattpad accounts

@sergeantsporks

So here it is:

When Darius had asked Hunter if he wanted to live with him, Hunter hadn't been quite sure why he was asking. Did Darius perhaps need someone to help him with the household chores? But Hunter quickly realized that wasn't the case. When he first wanted to do the dishes, Darius had only said that he would always have one of his abominations do them and that Hunter could just relax and do something else.

So why did he want Hunter to live with him? What did he want from Hunter if not to do the housework for him?

It all really confused him and Hunter increasingly didn't know what to make of certain situations he was thrown into.

Whenever Darius asked him about his interests, Hunter evaded and said he didn't have any or he was still thinking about things. It was better not to stand out too much in case Hunter liked something that Darius didn't like. He certainly didn't want the abomination coven head to kick him out again just because he couldn't just be quiet and pretend to be an ordinary and undamaged kid.

But Hunter especially tried to keep it a secret that he loved to wear colorful clothes. He had never seen Darius in colors other than purple, black, and white.

Besides, he and Darius had been at the market in Bonesborough the other day and there had been a sweater hanging on one of the stalls that Hunter had liked immediately. It had been light blue and had had flowers and different colors and shapes and in the middle of the front had been a big orange heart embroidered on it.

But Darius had just wrinkled his nose and asked a little disgusted, "Who would buy something like that?

And so Hunter had decided not to wear anything that Darius would call ugly. He loved fashion and Hunter knew that Darius would probably kick him out if he wore something Darius didn't think was good enough.

Hunter had once tried to add something more colorful and individual to his golden guard uniform. It had been a simple colorful flower patch that he had sewn onto his dark trousers rather poorly, but Belos had not been at all pleased by the idea. He had freaked out immediately when he had seen the colorful patch on Hunter's pants.

So when Hunter and Darius went shopping a few days into Hunter's second week at Darius' house, because one morning Darius said, "The four outfits you own can hardly be called a whole closet." Hunter tried to ignore everything he thought was beautiful.

They were already in the second store. In the first, Hunter had chosen the two plainest pairs of shoes, although he would much rather have had the bright red ones they sold there as well.

Now Hunter pulled everything off the hangers that looked like something Darius would wear, only a little plainer, after all, Hunter didn't want Darius to think he was trying to replace him or anything.

But no matter what Hunter did, his eyes kept wandering over to this one colorful skirt that was hanging on a hanger on the wall a little further back.

It was a pink skirt with different colored dots on it and Hunter really wanted to try it on, but he knew there was nothing about it that Darius would like and he didn't want to upset Darius.

Hunter had had one more scar on his leg as a result, when Belos had been mad at him back then, because Belos had lashed out with the green goop and ripped the patch off his pants, though he hadn't been very careful about it, so Hunter had limped back to his room afterwards with tears in his eyes.

Hunter didn't want Darius to have a reason to be mad at him, because Hunter really liked living with him. He didn't want Darius to kick him out, because it was really nice to have someone there to ask him every morning how he was feeling and if he slept well. And he just didn't want to lose that.

But Hunter tended to do things he shouldn't. So he took a quick look around for Darius, and when he was sure the man was busy, he sprinted through the rows of clothes to grab the skirt. He pulled the garment off the hanger and hid it among the rest of the plainer clothes he had already picked out.

Hunter wasn't planning on actually buying the skirt, he just wanted to look in the dressing room mirror and see what it looked like on him. And he probably could risk that.

Hunter walked over to Darius, who was struggling through a collection of purple pants and was looking at one of them as if he wasn't sure if he should buy it or not. That's when he noticed Hunter. "Oh, little prince, did you find something too?"

"Yes, I was going to suggest that we could go to the changing rooms now. Of course, only if you're ready, too. "He added the last sentence quickly, so as not to seem disrespectful, after all, he owed Darius at least that, even if he still didn't quite understand why Darius would want Hunter to live with him.

But Darius just nodded, "It's probably better that way. If I keep looking for clothes, I'll take more home with me later than you will."

Hunter opened his mouth briefly to ask what would be so bad about that, but then closed it again without having said anything.

"I say that because we're here to restock your wardrobe, not mine, little prince," Darius said, who seemed to have Hunter figured out. Hunter pressed his lips together and tried to look as emotionless as possible. Belos had always used it against him when he knew what Hunter was thinking or feeling, and Hunter didn't want to find out if Darius would do the same.

So they headed for the changing rooms. On the way they passed several dresses, pants and sweaters that Hunter would have liked to take with him and try on instead of the plain clothes, but he had to stick to his plan. His heart sank more and more the closer they got to the changing rooms, as if he knew he was making a mistake.

In the changing room, he first put on one of the plain outfits and showed it to Darius. Darius said that it would fit Hunter, but he didn't seem to 'feel' it. But Hunter had no idea what that meant. And anyway, wasn't the real purpose of clothing to fit him?

Hunter only understood what Darius meant when he tried on the skirt second, along with a purple T-shirt. He seemed happier immediately, like a completely different person. The skirt fell fluffy and airy around his legs and Hunter grinned childishly to himself as he turned a little and the skirt moved with him.

"Hunter? "That was Darius' voice, "Show me the next outfit. Judging by your laugh, you seem to like it a lot."

Hunter slapped a hand over his mouth. Had he laughed without realizing it? Apparently he had. But now Darius expected him to present an outfit that he 'felt'. But everything else Hunter had taken into the changing room with him was stuff that didn't really excite Hunter. Besides, he didn't have time to put on another outfit without it looking weird.

"Hunter, dear, is everything okay? "Darius sounded concerned, but somehow that only made Hunter more nervous.

He needed to get out of here. Everything seemed so tight all of a sudden. Even the skirt. Hunter took off the clothes and threw them on the floor. Then he reached for his familiar clothes and frantically put them on.

At that moment, he heard Darius' voice say, "Try to breathe, Hunter. It's all right."

It sounded like Darius stepped back from the door to give Hunter some space, and Hunter took that opportunity to rush out of the changing room and head for the exit. He heard Darius call behind him, "Hunter! Wait!"

But then he was already out of the store and running down the street, past confused looking witches and demons.

He didn't know where to run at all. The only person he could think of, except for Darius, but he wouldn't have been an option in this situation anyway, was Camila. But Hunter knew that Camila would tell him to just talk to Darius about everything.

So Hunter stopped and leaned against a cool stone wall in a side alley and slowly lowered himself to the ground. What on earth had he been thinking? He didn't even want to imagine how mad Darius would be if he found him. Or maybe he wouldn't look for him at all, but simply decide Hunter wasn't worth the trouble.

He pulled his legs to his chest and buried his face in his arms. Only now did tears well up in his eyes and he began to cry.

Hunter had no idea how long he had been sitting there when he heard Darius' voice ask, "Hunter? Is it okay if I sit with you?"

But Hunter was not able to register the words at all. When he looked up a few seconds later, face tear-stained and eyes all red, Darius had crouched to the floor some distance away and seemed to be making himself as small as possible so as not to tower over Hunter in a threatening manner.

"You need to take a deep breath, little prince. "Darius said, his voice sounding incredibly soft and little more than a whisper.

And only then did Hunter realize he was hyperventilating. Slowly he stretched out his fingers and did the counting exercise Gus had shown him.

"It's going to be okay." and "You're doing very well." Darius whispered in between, which helped to calm Hunter down even more.

After a while of trying to breathe deeply, he started to feel a little better.

Darius smiled softly, yet somewhat sadly, and nodded to the asphalt next to Hunter. "May I?"

Hunter just nodded and Darius slowly and carefully sat down next to him.

"I'm sorry. "Darius said softly and as Hunter was about to say something in reply he continued, "I seem to have made you feel like you can't talk to me about anything, and for that I am truly sorry. Whatever it is that made you run away, you can tell me. Really."

Hunter avoided Darius' gaze and looked down at his feet, which he scuffed a little nervously across the asphalt. "I- well- " He took another deep breath, literally feeling the air rush through his lungs. So he tried again, "I didn't want you to be mad."

"Why would I be mad at you, little prince?" asked Darius gently.

"Because- "Hunter looked up at him and blinked away tears that threatened to burst from his eyes again.

"It's all good. Take your time. "Darius said.

Hunter avoided his gaze again as he asked softly, "Can you hold me? Just- just for a second I- never mind. Forget what I said! That was really stupid, I- "

But Darius stretched out his arms and looked at Hunter with a loving, concerned look. He put one hand on Hunter's back and pulled him closer. The other hand he used to gently caress the back of Hunter's head.

"What is it that's troubling you, little prince?" asked Darius, but his voice still sounded just gentle.

"I don't understand why," Hunter began, tears running down his cheeks again. He snuggled closer to Darius and held onto the front of his shirt, afraid Darius would let him go again, "I don't understand why you took me in. I don't understand what you want from me."

"I- Hunter, I want you to be okay. In the last few days before the day of unity, I really realized how wrong I've been all this time and what a wonderful child you are. I wanted to prevent you from being hurt again. I'm sorry, I should have made my intentions clear from the beginning, little prince," Darius said, gently rocking Hunter back and forth.

"I thought- I thought it would be a good idea in fashion- well, to stick to what you're wearing. B- Belos, he- he never liked it when I- well- when I tried to be myself. And I guess I kind of thought you'd react similarly. "Hunter murmured, closing his eyes as the soft warmth of Darius' body made him feel safe.

"You can wear whatever you want," Darius said, gently stroking a hand through his hair, which was still disheveled from his hasty escape, "but I figured it was something like that."

"How- "

"The colorful skirt on the floor," Hunter could hear Darius' smile in his voice, "I bought that skirt, by the way. Because judging from your laugh, you liked it a lot. And tomorrow we'll go out shopping again, and I want you to choose whatever you like, not what you think I might like."

Hunter broke away from the hug and looked at Darius with a wide smile that showed the gap in his teeth.

"I- thank you Darius. "he said, feeling his ears turn a little red.

Darius pulled him into a hug again and nuzzled him gently. "I want you to know that the only thing I want from you is for you to be happy."

#dadrius week 2023 #dadrius week #dadrius #the owl house #toh #hunter #hunter deamonne #hunter wittebane #the owl house fanfiction #toh fanfiction #toh darius #darius deamonne #the owl house darius #toh fanfic #the owl house fanfic

[peekapen]

Into the Deep Chapter 9

Summary:

You give Sun and Moon a gift to which you receive one more before going to bed.

"SUNSHINE!" Moon heard Sun cheer loudly, jolting him rudely from his sleep. Frustrated at his brother's antics he perked his head up from his tail and glared in Sun's direction, only to have his gaze soften as he found you in Sun's grasp as he twirled you around, laughing. He huffed shortly and was about to lay back down again to sleep some more when he saw you coming towards him with an excited, yet apologetic smile on your face.

"Hey Moon! Sorry if we woke you up, how are you?" You asked as you squatted beside him to which he booped your nose, watching your nose wrinkle with a lazy smile.

"Outside of being woken up so rudely by Sunny, I'm doing just fine." Moon said to which Sun let out a loud, regretful whimper.

"Oh Moonie I'm so, so sorry! I completely forgot that you were still asleep! I just got so excited to see our friend that I forgot myself a little..." Sun apologized with a bowed head before perking up and placing one of his hands on your back before gently pushing you, causing you to nearly fall on top of Moon. "But I think our Sunshine here has something that will put you in a good mood lickedy split!"

You flushed bashfully at this and Moon felt himself smile at the rare sight. You were the most precious during moments like these in his opinion. He didn't know why, but the way your eyes would look at him in such a shy manner as you nervously played with your fingers made you look so sweet and defenseless, especially when compared to your usually bright and curious manner that gave no room for vulnerability of any kind.

"Do you now?" He asked with a grin as he rested his head on his tail with a yawn which made you nod with an unsure smile.

"Yeah! It's not much, but I hope you like it." You said nervously before turning toward a small bag you had brought with you. He didn't recognize the scent on it which made him frown, but he ignored it when you pulled a small band of silver out of your bag and held it out to him. Confused and wary he carefully took it from you before examining it.

It was a very pretty and delicate little thing, the silvery metal bent and shaped clumsily to look like little stars before they circled around a beautiful, milky white stone in the middle of it that seemed to glow blue and red as the light reflected off of it in angles. He turned it around, looking at it from every angle and trying to see if there was something hidden in it, but he quickly realized there was nothing strange about it. It was just a piece of jewelry he recognized from a few of the humans who worked here as well as ancient paintings of other Mer tribes in the past. He looked up at Sun and noticed a similar-looking band on Sun's upper right arm, except his was gold and the metal was shaped like uneven rays that came from a beautiful orange stone in the center that glittered brightly in the last rays of sunlight.

"Surprise! I made you both armlets as thanks out of some scrap metal I found a while back. Granted, they're not actual silver or gold, Henry had to give me some special paint that doesn't fade in seawater and they're not very tidy, so the moonstone and sunstone are the only thing genuine about them, but I wanted to show my appreciation for you both. Not just to thank Sun for the pearl he gifted me on my first day as your caretaker, but also to thank you for accepting me as your friend as well. I truly feel honored to be able to call myself your friend Moon and I want this to be a symbol of that gratitude and our friendship." You said with a wide smile, waiting for Moon to answer, but he had nothing to say.

You made this...For him? To thank him? An instinctive part of it saw it as a courting gift, that you were trying to court him but he quickly pushed that instinct down despite how warm and happy the idea made him feel. You had explicitly said it was for friendship reasons, so there was no need to overthink it. He gently turned the band over one more time before putting it on his upper left arm, smiling before turning to meet your excited, starry-eyed gaze.

"Do you like it?" You asked and he nodded, causing you to squeal happily. "Oh, I'm so glad to hear it! I was really worried for a second that you wouldn't like it due to how cheap it looks, so I'm really, really happy you like it!"

"It is a very thoughtful gift Starlight, thank you." Moon thanked you and you grinned, which made his mind come up with a lovely little prank.

"Of course, no worries!" You said to which he smiled innocently before grinning at you wickedly. He watched you give him a confused smile before it turned into a startled expression as he suddenly grabbed you and threw you into the water nearby, causing you to shriek.

"Sunshine!" Sun yelped as he quickly rushed after you, causing Moon to cackle at the sight.

He continued to cackle as he watched the two of you thrash about in the water before Sun finally got a hold of you and carried you out, the both of you now sopping wet. He chuckled at your disgruntled gazes, enjoying your misery as you sighed before tapping Sun's arm to let you down. Moon saw his reluctance, but he relented too quickly for you to notice and as soon as you were on your feet again you yawned loudly before turning toward the two of them.

"Welp, guess I'll start getting the evening routine started a little early then. I'll get you guys dinner and then I'm gonna go to bed, alright? So that means no more throwing me in the water Moon! I stink enough due to the water as it is!" You said with a cute little pout. He chuckled before nodding, watching as you relaxed somewhat at him though your eyes remained playfully wary.

"Of course Starlight. No more unexpected swims...For now." You sighed dramatically at this before smiling and nodding as you headed off to get their food. The two of them watched you go with fond expressions, but once you stepped into the storage area which had been replenished last night, Sun turned to Moon with a serious expression which Moon returned.

"I looked for Vanessa earlier today and I know what she looks like now. She's a female human with light blond and pink hair with green eyes, she should be fairly easy to find during your hunt. As for Clide, I didn't need to check, his scent has been growing super strong as of late, so he should be easy to find tonight." Sun said quietly and Moon nodded with a grin. This was why he usually asked Sun for help when he was about to go hunting, Sun was always able to find his prey with no problem and once Moon knew what he was looking for, nothing could escape his grasp. He was about to ask a few more questions about Vanessa and where she might be when they heard the storage area close and you started walking towards them, to which Sun smiled widely. "Welcome back Sunshine! What's for dinner tonight?"

"I thought we could have some tuna tonight to celebrate considering it's Moon's favorite, is that alright with you Sun?" You asked and Sun nodded wildly.

"Of course! Anything of yours will be perfect!" He said and you giggled before handing him a few tunas. Sun squealed happily before jumping into the water to eat. Once he was gone, you turned to Moon to give him his, but right when Moon was about to take it he realized something: He had yet to give you a gift.

He quickly jumped into the water at that thought and rushed after Sun, ignoring your cries as he needed to know how Sun made that pearl. As soon as Moon caught sight of him, he grabbed his brother's arm and yanked him back, causing him to yelp and drop his fish. Sun let out a cry before turning back to Moon with a frustrated expression

"Moonie?! Why'd you do that?! I was just about to eat the delicious fish Sunshine gave me!" He whined loudly, but Moon ignored him.

"I need you to show me how you made that pearl for (Y/n)." He said shortly, surprising Sun. For a few seconds, Sun just stared at him before grinning widely and crossing his arms.

"Well, well, well, look at who's gotten soft for a human~ Didn't know you had it in you Moonie-OW!" Sun yelped as Moon thwacked him with his tail, annoyed. "Alright, alright, alright! I'll tell you, it's really simple! All you have to do is compress your heart magic, that's all you have to do!"

"Your heart magic?!" Moon asked, his eyes widening in shock. He knew Sun had used magic to create the pearl, but this was- "Sun that's like asking them to be your lifelong mate! You do realize that, don't you?"

"Wait, WHAT?! I asked them to be my lifelong mate?? Why didn't you say anything?! Why didn't you try and stop me?!" Sun yelled, panicked as he grabbed Moon's arms and started shaking him back and forth, much to Moon's displeasure.

"Because I didn't know that you were doing that. Stop that!" Moon hissed before pushing Sun away, causing Sun to whimper. "Now, don't worry so much about it, they're human and probably don't even know what this means, so don't worry about it."

"Right..." Sun said as he nervously, though he still seemed unsure as he looked down and tugged on his head fins. Moon watched him do this for a moment longer before sighing and rolling his eyes at him.

"Okay, you can go now. Thank you, Sunny." Moon thanked Sun to which Sun gave him a small, toothy smile before diving after his precious fish, trying to forget the information his brother just told him.

Moon watched him go with a sigh. He really shouldn't have been keeping Sun away from other Mers as much as he had when they were younger, but there's no use crying over spilled milk. But now the question was, was he willing to do this? To make you a pearl of his own? After all, even if you didn't understand the meaning behind it, this was still a very big thing as he would literally be giving you a piece of his magical heart. As he pondered this he saw the milky white gem in his armlet glow in the faint sunlight as it disappeared from the sky and he smiled softly. Right, even if you didn't know the importance of his gift, you had given them a bit of your heart as well in a less literal way. It was obvious in the way you cared for them, worked with them, and especially in these little gifts you made for them. This was the least he could do as thanks for all of your kindness and care.

With that final thought, he turned away from the light and closed his eyes. He took a deep breath before focusing on his heart, feeling as his magic activated and started flowing through him. He floated there for a moment, letting his magic flow stronger and stronger before feeling the magic in the palms of his hands and slamming them together, keeping the magic trapped in his hands. He felt the magic fight against his hold, eager to flow out in its natural state, but he held firm, forcing the magic to wind together and solidify. He felt it become bigger and bigger in his palm until he decided it was big enough and stopped the flow of magic altogether, leaving the water feeling suddenly quieter than it had before.

Nervous, but also excited to see if he had succeeded he removed his hand and gasped in delight at the sight. There, in his palm was a small, black pearl. However, unlike most black pearls it had more of a midnight blue color and seemed to shimmer with tiny stars as he moved it around, letting the light fall on it in different angles. He let out a happy cheer before swimming back towards the shore.

As soon as he was close enough he jumped out of the water and over you, startling you. He chuckled at your shocked yet starry expression when he turned to you after landing. How cute~ You must've been waiting for him to give him his dinner. He felt a fond smile stretch across his face, but he quickly shook his head before grabbing one of your hands and gently placing the pearl inside. Before you could realize what it was he quickly grabbed a few tunas and jumped back into the water again and swam away before peeking above the surface. He watched as you looked at the pearl with that huge, stupid smile of yours before cheering, yelling out thanks, and heading inside with a pep in your step, causing him to feel a fuzzy, bubbly feeling in his chest.

Once you were back in your room though he quickly pushed the feeling away. He had some business to tend to tonight after all. He quietly crept back onto the sand and swiped away the sand where your key lay for their enclosure, which had fallen out of your pocket when he threw you earlier. Had he had this a few weeks ago, he would've eagerly grabbed Sun and left the place, but now he couldn't even entertain the thought of leaving without you, so as soon as he had done his business for the night he would return to this prison that was starting to oddly feel like home. After glancing at your door one last time, he smiled softly before heading out the door to start his hunt.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ You stretched yourself out as you got out of the shower and started putting on your PJs, ready to retire after the long night you had last night and the long and informational day you had today. You could still barely believe all of the things that Henry had told you about Vanessa and Fazbear Co., but at least you now had more information that could help you find out what was really going on here, even though a lot of it was incredibly unpleasant.

You felt a shiver run down your spine as you thought of all Henry had said about Vanessa and her huge change. What could've caused her to change so much in so many ways? It just made less sense the more you thought about it. Maybe you could start investigating Fazbear Co. as well? Maybe, just maybe you'd find an answer after a short while! Wait, no, you probably wouldn't. If Henry, a seasoned scientist whose entire job was about researching and solving problems couldn't do it, the chances were abysmal that you could figure it out on your own.

You wished you could figure it out though. You hadn't thought about it much before today, but it was incredibly strange that you had no idea who your boss was or what they looked like, you had just gotten a letter one day after sending an application saying that you had been accepted. If it had been any other job you would've never thought of applying for it, but because this had been your childhood dream even the shadiest of things would not have stopped you from working here, for better or for worse. You wish you could say that you regretted the choices that had brought you here, but you couldn't.

Despite everything going on with Clide and Vanessa, you cannot find it in yourself to regret your choices. After all, if you hadn't taken this leap you would never have met your idol Charles Takko, nor gotten to know his awesome husband Henry! But worst of all, you would never have met your incredible boys. You could barely imagine a life where you were not working beside them, but you knew as well as anyone that they wouldn't be here for much longer. Tomorrow night you would try and check out Moon's tail in order to figure out what that lump was in his tail and as soon as he was healed, they would have to be released back into the while.

At least when they left they'd have something to remember you by thanks to those armlets. You smiled warmly at the memory of Sun's excitable reaction and Moon's silent wonder when you gave them your gifts before Moon gave you that black pearl. Speaking of, you needed to make something out of it for you to wear as a memento for when they were gone. You let out a sad sigh at the thought before placing the beautiful black pearl beside your equally beautiful white one and climbing into your bed and turning off the lights.

...You had about 10 minutes of peace before you heard scratching at your door. You sighed before getting up and heading to the door, annoyed before opening it and finding Sun there with the biggest puppy-dog eyes directed toward you as he lay on the ground. You quirked an eyebrow at him, repressing an instinctive 'aww' at his cuteness, to which he whined.

"What's up Sunny?" You asked as you leaned against your doorway tiredly to which Sun pushed himself up and started playing with a few of his rays.

"Sorry Sunshine! I just wanted to check up on you and make sure you were okay. After all, this is your first night staying here." Sun said and you smiled at him warmly. How sweet of him to worry about you!

"Thanks, Sun, but I'm okay, so how about you go and get some rest? You haven't been having a very consistent sleep schedule as of late and that needs to change as of tonight." You told him, trying to be stern but you sounded a bit too soft to seem serious, causing you to curse yourself despite it seeming effective enough if Sun's whine was anything to go by before he nuzzled his face into your neck s he hugged you.

"But what if something bad happens to you when the door is closed and neither of us can get to you?! I'd never forgive myself if anything happened to you Sunshine!" He whimpered and you felt your heart shatter at the sound of it. Oh crap, you had been trained for a lot of things before coming here, but cute Mers with puppy-dog eyes was not one of them!

"Okay then, what do you propose then?" You asked to which he smiled at you brightly with determined eyes.

"I could sleep next to your nest! That way if anyone comes in I can protect you!" He said excitedly and you giggled at his enthusiasm before shaking your head at him.

"That would be a great idea Sun, but you're forgetting that you sleep like the dead when the sun goes down." You said warmly before frowning as he shook his head at you, that bright smile of his never fading as he did so.

"Oh, that! It is true that we sleep really, really deep during specific times of the day, but it's only for an hour in the middle of the night and day respectfully, so I'll be the perfect guard for you throughout the night!" He cheered and you stared at him for a moment before smiling widely at the new information.

"Oh my gosh, really?! That's so, so cool! Is this always the case or is it different during things like eclipses or- Wait, no (Y/n), you need to sleep." You stopped yourself with a sigh before turning back to Sun with a tired smile as you realized you were too tired to argue with him anymore tonight. "Alright, if you really wanna sleep in my room you can, but it'll have to be on the floor. Will that be okay-?"

"Anything is more than okay if it's with you Sunshine!" Sun said happily before giving you a big wet lick in the middle of your face and going over to your bed before curling up next to it. You smiled at him fondly before closing the door and getting into bed yourself, burying yourself under your blankets and curling around your plushy as you did so. Before you turned off the light you bent down and kissed the top of Sun's head with a smile.

"Goodnight Sun." You said before turning off the lights, completely unaware of Sun's loud, beating heart as the fuzzy, warm feeling in his chest grew stronger.

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𝐆𝐋𝐈𝐌𝐏𝐒𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐔𝐒 — 𝐁𝐎𝐍𝐔𝐒/𝐓𝐀𝐊𝐄 𝐎𝐔𝐓

𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆: na jaemin x oc | 𝐖𝐂: 827

𝐀/𝐍: So this is the scene I forgot about. A brief summary: Hyejin dies her hair bright red to imitate Zoya’s front red streaks and Jaemin finds her crying after regretting the decision. I’m a dumb bitch for forgetting this because while I was drafting things out it was kind of an important thing to shape Hyejin’s character but well, blame it on my brain that forgets even my own name. Jaemin’s talk made it somehow and became the fight and then the balcony scene, so this was supposed to happen during those chapters. Not the best thing I've written cause duh, it's a draft that was in my notes; I fixed a few things but I didn't add many other details like I usually would since I just wanted to share it and I probably only three people will read this.

“Oh! Oh… wow,” Jaemin gasped, entering the room and seeing a bright red-head crying on the couch. 

“Don’t judge me!” Hyejin cried, sniffling and wiping her nose with the back of her hand. 

“It’s red... Your hair is... red,” he stated, tilting his head to have a better look.

Hyejin sighed, pouting, “It’s not dye, it’s just a shampoo.”

Jaemin blinked, silently asking her why she would do it anyway. It wasn’t ugly, it just wasn’t… her. 

“I wanted to try something new.”

“Then why are you crying? You look beautiful like this.”

She broke down crying, falling on the floor and Jaemin reached her quickly.

“Hey, I mean it. They suit you.” His hands rubbed circles on her arms as he tried to calm her down.  

“No, they don’t. I will never be cool like her. I will never be her,” she cried in the crook of his neck. 

“Her...?”

“Zoya.”

“Oh,” he gasped, a sad smile sitting on his face. “Why do you even wanna be like her?”

She sniffled. “Because she’s everything I’m not.” Jaemin tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, wiping away a tear, and she found a bit of comfort in the touch. “Because I’m bland and she’s always so interesting and I’m not even jealous I just... I wish...”

Jaemin felt his heart break. He wanted to tell her she was far from being bland. That she was so many beautiful things and he loved all of them so much. But that wasn’t his place. And the person that was occupying that space didn’t show it enough. Jaemin knew the real reason why she wanted to be Zoya, and it wasn’t her personality. 

“You don’t need to be her to be special.” 

She sobbed, shaking her head. “Yes, yes, I do. Because he never looks at me like he looks at her. I know he loves me, but it’s just not the same. I will always be his best friend, his other half, and it wouldn’t hurt so fucking much if only I didn’t spend the last 18 years of my life loving him.”

Jaemin sighed, his hands were still caressing her face. “Can I be honest?”

Hyejin hummed. 

“I can see how much you love him, and I know he loves you too, but I think... I think you’re both attached to the past. You clearly love a version of him that is not there anymore. It’s like you mourn the past years and what you two used to do together, and I’m not a therapist, but I feel like it’s because even if he didn’t love you like you wanted, he loved you more deeply. Now you’re something you two are, mmh... maybe not meant to be, and it’s breaking you apart.”

“I don’t love an old version of him. I love him for who he is,” Hyejin retorted. 

“You sure do, but who he is now, doesn’t match with you romantically.”

She scoffed, pulling away from his touch. 

Jaemin hated seeing her react like that but still tried to keep the conversation going. “Was he so distant when you two were friends? Like physically distant.”

She was about to say something, saying he never liked physical contact but when she stopped thinking for a while, she realized a painful truth, yet, she denied it. “No... But he never liked it as I do. We have different ways of showing love.”

“Yet it didn’t bother him back then? Am I right?”

“We weren’t dating, we weren’t...” she stopped, holding back a moan before whispering the last words, “so close.”

Jaemin hummed, daring to hold her hand again. “Am I wrong or you two used to do everything together?”

“We still do.”

Jaemin raised a brow. “Do you?” 

She huffed, turning around and giving him her back.

“Listen, I don’t want to annoy you but if you have to be like another woman to keep your man, maybe, just maybe, the relationship is not as perfect as you want it to be.”

“He never asked me to be like her.”

“I know. And I also know that he cares about you two in two different ways. And I know that you are enough for him, even when he acts with no care, he would never change you for anything. I’m just telling you that the problem is somewhere else... and I don’t want it to break your heart. You’ve spent your entire life running after him, and you can risk losing a lover and a friend at the same time.”

She timidly faced him again, more to seek some kind of comfort in his body, something his words weren’t giving her. “Why would I lose him? You want me to break up with him? Or are you saying he will break up with me?”

Jaemin sighed, pressing his lips together. “He won’t break up with you.”

“And how do you know it?” 

“Because he’s more blind than you.”

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#nct fanfiction #jaemin fluff #jaemin angst #haechan fluff #haechan angst #fic: glimpse of us

[wheeler-beretta-harwood]

If you write for MJF, can I request Max being his usual mean and nasty self to everyone else but being super kind around his girl? Everyone would be so bewildered by the sudden change when she walks in the room and he’s suddenly super sweet😭

Thanks for requesting MJF, I love the little shithead. And I agree with you, Max is so soft at heart...at least for his lady. Hope you like it!

Get Out (MJF x Reader)

"Un-fucking-believable! Where the hell do they breed idiots like you? The place needs to be evaporated!" Maxwell was furious. Just yesterday, he told the production team he needed an assistant that was smarter than 'Mark' or whatever his name was . And today, they brought HER in. She was even dumber, and he didn't think that was possible.

"I specifically told you I wanted pink and yellow roses, a dozen each. Didn't I?"

The small woman in front of him couldn't answer, she was too busy trying to suppress her sobs. It didn't help much, the tears were streaming down her face nonetheless.

"ANSWER ME!" Maxwell's voice bounced off the walls, and his new, soon to be fired assistant finally gave a weak 'yes' as reply.

"Then why the fuck are these just yellow roses?!"

The female whiped away some tears with her sleeve before mumbling the florist didn't have any pink roses today.

MJF got real close to her face, the tips of their noses almost brushing. Then, he put his finger to his ear and yelled once more. "Speak up!!!"

"Max, come on. Just let it go." Even Shawn pitied the poor woman, and that had to mean something.

"Oh, I'm sorry, Spears, I can't remember asking for your opinion." Just as he was about to get into his friend's face, there was a knock on the door.

When he turned around and prepared himself to yell at whoever interrupted his rant, he saw your head pop in. "Hey babe. Can I come in? Or is now a bad time?" His whole face lit up once he heard your voice, it was simply music to his ears. He swiftly moved over to you to to pull you into a tight hug.

"Awww, Princess, there is never a bad time for you to show up." His voice was saccharine, the love and admiration he had for you prominent in every syllable. He brushed his nose against yours before softly pecking your lips.

It was always funny to Shawn how MJF's voice just changed once you were around. Everybody backstage loved you, and although you were a nice person, it was mostly due to the fact that once you were there, MJF would leave everybody else alone. Shawn knew that now was the time to dismiss himself, and so he left without another word.

The assistant, whose name MJF couldn't even remember, apparently didn't get the memo and still stood in the exact same spot. When Maxwell noticed, he motioned for her to leave and added a quiet 'get out' to get his point across. She really was dumber than Mark, because even then she didn't move. He walked over to her, Burberry scarf waving around his neck when he gabbed her by the shoulder and pushed her towards the door. "Get. Out." He emphasized once more before finally pushing her out of the room. After he closed the door behind him, he leaned against it and sighed.

"Aww, baby, are you having a rough day?" You said to him as you walked over and started playing with his scarf.

He then realized he had forgotten about the roses, and moved over to hand them to you. "I'm really sorry, I know you like pink roses, too, but-"

He gave you a lopsided grin as response. "Everything's fine now that you are here, Princess." You smiled at the pet name, you always thought it didn't suit you. You were by no means close to what you imagined a princess to be, but Max disagreed. To him, you were perfect. Perfectly mannered, perfectly shaped, perfectly everything. And the best part of it: You were all his.

"They're beautiful, Maxie. I love them." You stated before inhaling the smell of the flowers and then setting them down on the table.

"And I love you, Maxwell." You added as you ran your fingers through his hair.

He smiled at you before leaning down to capture your lips once more, tender at first, but growing more and more needy with each passing second.

And then there was another knock on the door. Max pulled away, his face distorted with anger. He couldn't wait to see the idiot that was dumb enough to interrupt his tender moment with you.

When the door opened, it was his assistant again.

"I am really sorry, but I forgot my pho-" Before she could even finish her sentence, Maxwell had grabbed the phone off the table and threw it into her general direction, so fast and hard that she didn't stand a chance to catch it. With a loud crack, it hit the concrete floor.

MJF glared at her before shouting another 'Get out'.

"Baby, I think you should try to be a little bit nicer." You scolded him.

"But Princess, am I not treating you nicely?"

"You do. But I was talking about being nice to OTHER people. Please? For me." You gave his arm a light squeeze, loving the feeling of hus muscles flexing beneath your touch.

He rested his forehead against yours and sighed. "Alright, I'll try. For you."

#aew #aew imagine #all elite wrestling imagine #mjf imagine #mjf x reader #mj fanfiction

[honney-pies]

When the Wind Meets the Stars✮⋆˙

Pairing: Shinazugawa Sanemi x Tsugo (Y/N) F!reader

Fandom: Demon Slayer/Kimetsu no Yaiba

Summary: The dance between them continued.

Teaser twoજ⁀➴

Word count: 800

Hi, sorry for the wait, but you might need to wait a little longer! Half way through writing I realized that I didn't really like the original idea all that much, so I decided to save it for a rainy day and write another one. The previous teaser still works with this though. Thank you for your patience and I hope you like it! As always...there is an oc version on my blog and ao3!!

Our lives began to be intertwined by one encounter. We met one day at the Ubayashiki Estate, it was cold and you only wore your uniform and haori. I was practically freezing to death. You called me a hamster, I called you a piece of shit on a stick. Kanae had only been gone for a minute or two and we were already at each other's throats. But there was also a level of comfort. That wouldn't be out of the ordinary for us though, in fact it was expected after some time. It became commonplace, a dance between the two of us.

“Kanae-san, why are we here today? I thought we were going to see your friend,” A light voice that practically floated through the air made its way to Sanemi’s ears. Two Days ago he had gotten a letter from Kanae saying that she had someone she thought he would get along with. 

“She’s quite adorable, really,” She had written, and who was Sanemi to say no to the most kind hearted person he had ever met.

He walked closer to them and finally saw the girls. Kanae saw him first and waved, followed by a sweet smile that would melt even the thickest of snow. The other girl turned around and he had to agree with Kanae, she was quite adorable. She had soft features. (H/C) hair with red, rosy cheeks, a cute nose. ‘Really quite adorable’. What did catch him off guard was her uniform. Even though the girl was nearly drowning in blankets, and hantons her uniform was still noticeable. He couldn’t help but stare at the star shaped cut out in the middle of her chest. He saw no skin though, only bandages. He looked in her eyes and only saw what could only be described as small suns. They had an unnatural brightness that was slightly unsettling at first glance. He knew that she was pretty, her beauty rivaled Kanae’s in his mind and he knew he shouldn’t say something stupid-

“You look like a hamster.”-but nothing ever really went the way he wanted it to. He saw those small suns turn into the flames of hell in a matter of seconds.

“You look li-” Kanae patted the girl on the back and shook her head, yet she still kept her smile on her face. Sanemi knew that he would do just about anything to keep seeing her smile. The Sun girl, he had begun calling her since he still didn't know her name, let out a sigh and never finished her statement. Kanae then looked at him and he had become captivated all over again.

“Shinazugawa-san, this is my friend Tsugo (Y/N).” Kanae then nudged the Sun gir- Tsugo. Tsugo then gave him a fairly stiff bow and looked him in the eye and gave him a smile, not the soft one he had seen her give Kanae-san, but one filled with mild annoyance. He could already tell he was going to get frustrated being around her. As long as he didn't spend any more time with her, he would be good.

“Shinazugawa-san I have to go meet with Oyakata-sama. Would you mind showing (Y/N) around? I’m afraid I don’t have the time.” Of course he minded! Then she went and whipped out that gorgeous smile that put the very sun to shame. 

“Fine.”

She smiled at him once more before taking her leave.

“What’s with that look on your face? Do you have indigestion?” Sanemi whipped his head around and stared at the smaller girl and glared. 

“This is my normal face, you hamster!” Tsugo let out a small ‘hmm’ and frowned.

“I didn’t realize anyone could impersonate a piece of shit on a stick so well, although I hadn't met you before today. Tell me, do your eyes naturally look like an owl’s?” she turned and gave him a smile, again not a sweet one.

Her crow circled overhead as the two wandered the grounds. There wasn’t always shouting and insults, but a comfortable rhythm between the two. The awkward air dissipated to make way for borderline hate crime level comments. Though both claimed to take offense, neither took it to heart.

“Tsugo-san, Oyakata-sama wishes to speak to you.” A white haired girl, roughly their age, came and greeted them. (Y/N) looked at the white haired boy and smiled, a soft, sweet one, and thanked him for his company. Though there were quite a few colorful words sprinkled into the mix. 

“You were an annoying little hamster.” And just like that the pretty smile was gone and replaced with a punch to the shoulder. She walked with Amane into the estate and left Sanemi to stare as she left him. 

He knew he couldn’t wait to see her again.

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A/N: omg it's done! I promise I'll release this in its entirety asap, though I still haven't decided if it's going to be a short story or a long one shot. Honestly it depends on how much gets written. Thank you for your patience!

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