#( I tried to cover everything but just to be safe ♥ )

[mirobami]

How about a reader who is from the rival family of the momobami clan. The reader is extremely smart and better than everyone in the momobami clan, but she has no interest in standing up to them. Please

↳ better yet withdrawn

♥ GENRE: sfw.

♥ CHARACTER(S): bami clan.

♥ SYNOPSIS: in request!

♥ NOTE: this one was interesting i had to write it

The L/N clan, known by the Bami clan as their enemies, was nothing more than a simplified version of them. While the Bami Clan had separate branches for a variety of areas, the L/N Clan depended on a single heir. The heir was picked in each generation through a ritual. The ritual would be done on each child in order to make it fair. The child chosen would be called the Superior and the others would get to be normal.

With the newest generation, Y/N had been chosen to be the Superior. She had heard about the Superior’s training. It was extremely rigorous and an arduous process. Her curriculum differed from everyone else’s, with more subjects. The textbooks grew heavier with each passing year. However, she had been conditioned to take in all this knowledge and keep it with her. Once, she had asked what was the purpose of all this.

“In case you are ever forced into something, you have what you need.” 

She didn’t understand. Years later, she’d be entering the prestigious Hyakkaou Academy. She already knew the reputation of this school and how to gain it. Through gambling, she’d make a place for herself, only to be safe. She knew that as long as she was safe in this school, she could continue her studies. What she hadn’t known was that she entered right as the school was in pandemonium with an election. Somehow, the second she walked in, she could sense more than that in the air.

Terano had been wheeled past her, her eyes closed as she strategized her next move against Kirari. But something lured her into turning around. When she whipped her head around, she saw her enemy standing there with a blank face and curious eyes. This was the girl that her family had said needed to be eliminated on the spot. The entire clan agreed to set aside their differences when the time came to eradicate her. “You.”

Y/N tilted her head. “I’m sorry, I don’t know who you are.”

“Don’t act stupid. You know exactly who I am.” Terano had no patience for her, she needed to warn the others. If Y/N was here, it meant that everything they had ever worked for would come crashing down around them. “You’re the one taking everything from us.”

“I’m not sure how that’s possible, I have been studying all this time. If you’ll excuse me.”

That was how future interactions went with the Bami Clan. Terano had notified the rest of them that she was here. Tension ran amidst the clan and it was not, for the first time, directed at one another. They needed to get rid of her quickly. The first person to try was Miyo. She had tried to subtly poison Y/N, just like she had with Yumeko. But Y/N raised an eyebrow at her, sniffed, and said, “You have poison on you right now. Please do not get near me.”

The next person to attempt was Rin. He had asked her to gamble, but she declined, reading her book. When he looked at the cover, it was something about philosophy. Her, reading about morals? That was impossible. He asked one more time and Y/N sighed. “No, thank you. I will not gamble with you. I am asking you to leave.”

It was a fruitless attempt each time. The clan members were all getting paranoid and twitchy, thinking that at any moment, she might poison them or manipulate them into handing over their heirship. The rest of the school could see how they bristled at the sight of Y/N, who hadn’t done anything wrong. In fact, she was staying right in the middle of the pack, almost under the radar but not enough so that the clan wouldn’t detect her. She found out what was wrong and why the clan hated her so much, not to mention piecing together the reason as to the ritual. She was the person that could defeat them with a single blow. They were terrified of that. If she stood up to them and helped out the school, they would have no choice but to back down.

Kirari had said that she’d take care of things. This was why she had Y/N right in front of her. “You and I have some things to talk about.”

“Really? I don’t recall doing anything wrong.”

“Our families are in dispute. You are more than capable of destroying our family. We are here to--”

Y/N let out a long, loud sigh of exasperation. She had set her bag down on the floor, crossing her arms as she leaned back against her chair. “Let me put this in a language you all can understand, because I know this message will be passed along. I. Do. Not. Care.”

Kirari blinked. The words were rude, but the tone was something different. She didn’t care about the family dispute? Or was it that she didn’t care about Kirari’s words? “Listen to me--”

“No, you listen to me. Your family has been trying to get me to do things that I don’t want to do. Miyo tried to poison me, Rin tried to get me to gamble and I’ve heard enough things about him, Terano attempted to coerce me into handing over a property of mine, everyone has tried to eliminate me or get me out of this school. I don’t care about the dispute. Frankly, I don’t care about the election either, I don’t want to be president.”

“Are you aware that you’re something of a martyr to the other students?”

Scoffing, she uncrossed her arms and leaned forward. “I’m not dead yet. I have not been swallowed or devoured in your aquarium of torture. They are putting their faith in the wrong person because I don’t care about this rivalry. Future generations can continue, but for me? I don’t plan on standing against you guys. Do what you want. Just let me study, it’s hard enough to get some quiet around here and I have to deal with interruptions?’ Y/N stood up and grabbed her bag, making her way out before she turned around. “By the way, your best strategy against Terano is not what you think it is.”

Kirari sat down, before getting back up to go to her aquarium. There, she saw an isolated fish wandering around. The other fish seemed to move away from it, some daring to get close before darting off once more. No matter how many times this happened, the fish didn’t do anything. It was docile, seemingly indifferent to what was happening. Kirari smiled. She was an interesting person, to say the least. She couldn’t wait to see what more she could bring to the table.

#kakegurui x reader #kakegurui x y/n #kakegurui x you #kirari momobami x reader #ririka momobami x reader #rei batsubami x reader #rin obami x reader #ibara obami x reader #miyo inbami x reader #terano totobami x reader #miroslava honebami x reader #sumika warakubami x reader

[dtorrieee]

♥How you met them♥

↪Characters: Dottore, Diluc, Childe, Albedo, Bennett.

↪Synopsis: Yeah basically just how you met them haha ヽ⁠(⁠｡⁠◕u◕⁠｡⁠)/

↪Note: First of all, i apologize if this wouldn't make sense a little bit. This is just for fun, nothing serious. Just my opinion. Alright, enjoy!

★Dottore★

This guy.. hm.. i think, as a test subject. In my opinion, you'd be his test subject. At first he won't pay much attention to you, he'll just use you for experiments. But it seemed like you've caught his interest. Not only that you survived every experiments when most of the other subjects don't, you're also a "smart talker" in his opinion. He finds it fascinating how you're not that scared of him also. So he decided to keep you as a pet or something like that. He tried to do less and less experiments on you tho. Just, don't get him mad or you'll get back as a lab rat.

★Diluc★

Ah, Diluc. As we all know, he works at his bar. So i think it all starts when you went to his bar. You had a rough day, so you decided to try drinking. Ever since you stepped in, Diluc had his eyes only at you. You never really drink before so you're not really aware about anything it'll feel and would happen. Some time later you got carried away and drank too many. It was late, you paid Diluc and got up from your seat. Your head was spinning and Diluc (magically) decided to let you stay at his house for a night because he's scared you won't make it home safely.

★Childe★

My, my.. as for him.. i think it'll be when he's at Snezhnaya and playing with his brother. They were playing hide and seek when Childe lost Teucer. He went all panic and searched everywhere. Not long later, he saw Teucer with you. He came closer and Teucer ran to him. Teucer told everything, from how you tried to help find his brother, how you're so kind and sweet to Teucer, and everything. Teucer wanted to see you more so Childe decided to keep in touch. Not only because you helped Teucer find him, he also thinks you're pretty cute.

★Albedo★

Albedo just finished his experiments on the dragonspine and wanted to find Klee. But instead of seeing Klee getting scolded by Jean for bombing the fishes (again), he saw Klee playing with a young woman. He kept his distance and watched for a while. He smiled when he saw Klee so attached and happy when she's with you. When he came closer, he asked for your name and thanked you for being around Klee so she won't bomb fishes again. After that, you guys kept seeing eachother and spend time. Of course, he catches feelings because yes (oops)

★Bennett★

It was raining at monstad, so you decided to search for shelter. You put your basket on your head to cover it from the rain while you search. Moments later, you found a small abandoned house nearby and decided to shelter there. To your suprise, you saw there's a boy inside. You gasp in shock and apologized. As you were about to leave, Bennett told you to stay and he wouldn't mind some company. Also because he's kind of scared on being alone in the rain. You sat across him and had a conversation together. Some time later, the rain stopped. You went out and smiled at him, saying that it was nice to meet him. You opened your basked and gave him a small box of foods as a thank you. He got really exited and waved as you left. And of course, just when you're gone, he accidentally dropped the box and making all of the foods fell to the ground. •́⁠ ⁠ ⁠‿⁠ ⁠,⁠•̀ poor Bennett.

♥Alright!

Thank you so much for reading this, and again, i apologize if there's any mistakes. Goodbye and i hope you have a nice day.

꒰⁠⑅⁠ᵕ⁠༚⁠ᵕ⁠꒱⁠˖⁠♡!

#diluc x reader #childe x reader #fanfic #genshin impact #genshin x reader #bennett #bennet x reader #childe #albedo #albedo x reader #dottore #dottore x reader

[temmtamm]

Hello! I hope you're having a nice day ^^

I was wondering if you could write a rise!Donnie x gn reader where the reader is kinda insecure of their intelligence? Since Donnie is a genius in a lot of things but reader isn't all that smart (can't even stand math, physics or chemistry) but they understand feelings more and like dancing and being in movement. I hope it makes sense lol, English isn't my mother tongue.

Remember to stay hydrated and safe!!

➴DONNIE WITH STREET SMART S/O➶

(Asks are open and appreciated)

Papers upon papers were skewered around the office as (Y/N) chewed at the end of their pen, their brows scrunched up in agitation as they did so.

They hated deadlines. They hated that they had to sit down and finish this shit when it wasn’t even done to begin with. It was like everything else went out the window and they hated it. It was only standard math, it shouldn't be that bad- And yet they've been here in the lair for hours on end. They even had to skip out of hanging out and dancing with Mikey after the two planned for this to be their chill day.

This all would've been okay if they were alone, but there was other people in the lair which made them feel as if they were stupid whenever one passed by and saw that they did no progress on their work.

"I hate school...I should've dropped out and became a stripper-" (Y/N) whined in defeat, letting their face fall onto the table in front of them.

The sudden sound of shuffling alerted them to the presence of someone next to them. It didn't take long for (Y/N) to pick their head up, and instead find that it was Donnie sitting on the edge of their desk, a hand coming up to rest against his neck. "You're still going at this?? This can't be that hard." (Y/N) groaned and tried to shield their work with their hand to avoid any comments. "You're just saying that cause you're a genius. This is actually really hard, Don."

Donnie raised a brow at that as a smile crept on his face. "Though I am flattered that thou recognized thy genius-" Oh, he's talking in that Shakespeare tone. (Y/N) hated that Shakespeare tone. "-One of the questions is quite literally 2+2." He finished, earning a glare from his lover.

"Yeah well, I don't know what to do. My grade's dropping because of these stupid tests. The only way I'm ever getting into MIT is through these damn tests." (Y/N) huffed, pushing their chair back as they got up. "Please, either help or get out.." Donnie smirked, opening his mouth up again to let another slide comment slip out, though immediately closed it once he saw (Y/N)'s face.

"Wait....Are you actually upset?" He asked, looking surprised. He never saw the usually upbeat (Y/N) like this. They always seemed so social and easy going, it was odd to see them being so stressed about this type of thing. "Don, you know I'm not good at this stuff....A bit ironic a genius is dating a dumbass, huh?" (Y/N) tried to ease the mood with a joke, but when they looked back up at Donnie they saw that he was almost offended that they could call themselves that.

"Look, (Y/N). I know it's odd for me, the funny, gorgeous, absolutely handsome-"

"Get to the point, Don-Tron."

"Right...I know it's odd see me get serious but you're not stupid. You're smart in your own right. You actually know how to talk to people, how to always lift a mood, plus not to mention those dance skills- Besides the point. What I'm trying to say is that you are smart, you are just....As people would put it "Street smart"."

He reached his hands out to cup (Y/N)'s face and place a kiss on their forehead. It was a small gesture but a much appreciated one as (Y/N) knew how indifferent he was to physical contact.

"You're still bad at math though." (Y/N) flashed a toothy grin at Donnie, knowing that he is just saying that as a joke to cover up the fact that he was emotionally vulnerable for a moment.

"Does that mean you'll help me??"

"Fiiine!! What's the first question?"

Thanks for watching ♥︎

#rottmnt donnie #rottmnt donnatello #rottmnt reader insert #rottmnt raph #rottmnt yokai #rottmnt x reader #rotmnt #rottmnt #headcanons #tmnt donatello #tmnt mikey #tmnt 2018 #tmnt donnie #tmnt #tmnt fanart #fanfic #yandere donnie #temmer

[allaganexarch]

wip wednesday! (it is thursday)

Thank you so much @thevikingwoman for the tag!! As is becoming custom I am here to drop some nonsense from before school beat me with a stick. Idk how close ghost of you part 3 is to being done because I'm pretty sure it's gonna end up having a part 4 LOL, but here is the beginning!

I'm not gonna tag anyone rn bc I lack the brain capacity but pls feel free to share and pretend I tagged you! It's wip wednesday-thursday ♥

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Moiraine always had a knack for compartmentalizing.  She never thought much about it, really, it was just the way her mind worked.  She was like her father, who could love his family one day and very nearly forget they existed the next, because he was so involved in his latest project that he had simply…tucked them safely away somewhere, to be loved properly at a more convenient time.

Anvaere’s mind does not work the same way, and nor did their mother’s.  For them, Father’s occasional abandonment seeped into everything around it, the proverbial fruit of the poisonous tree.  By their estimation, he did not get to love them one day and leave them the next, and in retrospect, Moiraine supposes she can understand that.

In practice it was rather miserable, though.  Anvaere moped, while their mother made a hobby of building resentment.

Moiraine considers in passing that she’s doing a rather magnificent job of encompassing both of her family’s tried and true traditions in her misery, hiding herself away most of the time, but still managing to make the whole place intolerable when she is present.

It would be much easier, she thinks, if Lan would just leave her alone.  Neither Verrin nor Adeleas has any desire for Moiraine’s company—and rightly so.  They are perfectly happy to aid their sister in her time of need without demanding the wretched details.  One doesn’t hear much about women being stilled, but then again, one doesn’t need to.  The mention alone is chilling.  They understand even without any comparable experience.

But Lan keeps on knocking at her door, keeps inviting her to meals, inviting her on walks, inviting her to do anything, anything at all, anything she wants, and she doesn’t know how to tell him that there is nothing she wants anymore, and there never can be.

She tells herself it is something of a relief to be free of the notion that she might set herself right again.  It would have been a colossal waste of time.  Better to be done with it now and move onto what is important.  After all, she herself hardly matters.  She let Rand go because she’d thought the matter was done with, but she realized quickly that it wasn’t, and now she needs to ascertain what will come next.

It’s something to occupy her mind, but there’s no joy in chasing down the mystery.  Her days are filled with dead ends and tiresome visitors who overplay their hands.  They misjudge Moiraine because the way to determine how much leverage one holds is to guess what the other person wants, what the other person cares for, and they do not understand that Moiraine wants nothing and cares for nothing.

In all their years traveling together, Lan has never once snapped at her like that.  There was a time when it would have brought her a sick sort of delight.  She used to try all the time to get a rise out of him, to make him lash out at her so she could feel justified cutting him off.  She’d never had someone so steady in her life, and it confused and frightened her.

His outburst reaches her, in a way.  She realizes she can’t go on like this hoping he’ll eventually stop trying.  She resolves to leave under cover of night, hoping at least that he is angry enough with her not to notice her missing right away.

She hadn’t counted on three Fades.  One, perhaps, if she were very unlucky.  But Moiraine herself is not particularly important, and certainly not at the moment.  She led the Dragon to the Eye of the World, yes, but it’s not as though the Dark didn’t get something out of that.  By all accounts she should be less than nothing now.  An Aes Sedai who cannot channel?  Who has no Warder, no family, no friends left to look out for her?

With a terrible lurching sensation, suddenly Moiraine is in two places at once.  She is here and not here, lying on the ground outside Verrin’s estate and back at the Eye of the World, and somehow, Lan has found her yet again.  He finds her without the bond, without magic, without anything to guide him.  Moiraine feels more than she’s felt in months.  She feels angry, and relieved, and devastated.  He can’t be here.  They cannot keep doing this.

If Moiraine is still a target, then she has to get Lan away from her.  She can’t keep him safe like this, and he’ll die trying to protect her because it’s what he’s sworn to do.  She doesn’t know what she’s been doing up until now, hoping he’d tire of her coldness and drift away on his own.  It was selfish of her.  She didn’t want to strike the killing blow, make him really hate her, make the split impossible to reconcile.

But what would be really, unforgivably selfish would be to keep him around when she knows it will get him killed.  It would be a senseless death, defending something that’s no longer worth the price.

Necessity doesn’t make the burden any easier to bear.

#exciting tag for writing things #well i was TRYING to figure out how i tag ghost of you #but i can't find it on my blog atm lol so #idk uhhhh #wheel of time #wheel of time fanfic #moiraine damodred #moiraine x lan #something like that right

[chronic-boogara]

aaa thanks again. you're really so polite and kind ♥ ♥ allrighty, imagine time - billy loomis, jason vorhees and micheal myers being super possessive of their s/o pretty please

as always your requests are top tier. i did my best to keep this pg 13 ;) i did a little imagine for jason but billy and michael are just headcanons…FOR NOW !!! love you lots babes

jason vorhees

•oh you’re not leaving his side like,ever. good luck with that

•he worries for your safety like constantly so he needs to know where you are at all times.

*when he leaves to go hunting he locks the doors and windows of the cabin from the outside so you can’t sneak out. it’s because he loves you y/n

•when he gets home he’s going to want to lay with you. he won’t take no for an answer.

•on a good day jason will take you on a walk around the forest, holding your hand the entire time of course. and if he sees a camper he will either tell you to hide or pick you up and set you down on a tree branch

••“jason i’ll be okay i promise. you may not need to eat but i do”. you tried your best to assure him. the last thing you wanted to do was starve to death when a store was so close in distance. “it won’t take that long baby, i promise”.

you didn’t need to see his eyes to know he had that sad puppy look. jason did everything he could to make sure you were safe and he was not about to have all that go out the window in an instance.

[stay] he signed.

you didn’t want to leave him in shambles and alone in the cabin but you couldn’t just not eat.

“okay jason how about this. you can come with me to the store..or at least walk me most of the way there. when i’m done you can help me carry stuff and walk me back. how’s that sound”?

he nodded happily. [when do we leave] ••

michael myers

•do i really need to say this ? of course he’s possessive don’t even GLANCE in another persons direction

•keeps an eye on you even when you think he isn’t. he will wait for you outside the shower , follow you to the store and track you when you go for walks

•he monitors your clothes as well. you think you’re going out in that y/n? yeah no, if it’s not michael approved he will not allow you out

•and he will make sure you don’t sneak the outfit past him. don’t even try. he’ll rip your clothes right off your body.

•doesn’t like it when you give physical affection to anyone besides him. family and friends included.

•after “doing it” you will most likely be covered in love bites and bruises. the entire world needs to know who you belongs to. he will carve his name into your skin.

billy loomis

•he pretends like he doesn’t care but in reality he doesn’t want you to be even ten feet from him.

•doesn’t like it when you laugh too hard at stu. what’s so funny y/n? definitely not his best friend. stop laughing so hard.

•worries about you not wanting him anymore. like a lot.

•try’s his best to keep his brutal acts of murder from you. he doesn’t want you to see the dark side of him

•usually isn’t too big on the P.D.A. but if he feels someone is staring too hard he’ll wrap his arm around your waist

#nicodiangeloissocool12 #slasher request #literally they read my mind #i was going to publish something like this #jason vorhees x you #jason vorhees x reader #michael myers x you #michael myers x reader #billy loomis x you #billy loomis x reader #friday the 13th #friday the thirteenth #halloween movie #scream 1996 #esha writes

[anxietytwist]

𝐘𝐯𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞 𝐋𝐲𝐧𝐳𝐚𝐥

“𝑇ℎ𝑒 𝐺𝑖𝑙𝑑𝑒𝑑 𝐺𝑜𝑟𝑔𝑜𝑛”

[ 𝟹𝟷 | 𝟼'𝟺" | Demigirl | Greysexual | 𝐒𝐚𝐛𝐢𝐫♥︎𝐍𝐢𝐤𝐤𝐞 ]

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⊰𝕱𝖆𝖘𝖍𝖎𝖔𝖓⊱

“Casual” clothing (loose tunics & leather pants), she also prefers to have very little skin showing since the current state of their body causes them MASSIVE dysphoria ☹️ ✱ They've always wanted to wear pretty things ... but fear that they'd make them ugly now ✱

She prefers to wear a mix of leather & chainmail armour (they DO NOT want to wear their old “𝐺𝑖𝑙𝑑𝑒𝑑 𝐺𝑜𝑟𝑔𝑜𝑛” armour 😶)

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⊰𝕹𝖔𝖙𝖆𝖇𝖑𝖊 𝕾𝖈𝖆𝖗𝖘⊱

+ the scar on their ribs from 𝐕𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐧𝐚 stabbing them 😓

⚠️𝗧𝗪 𝘀𝗲𝗹𝗳-𝗵𝗮𝗿𝗺 𝗺𝗲𝗻𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻 𝗖𝗪⚠️

Whenever she experiences overwhelming distress 𝐘𝐯𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞 defaults to pain as the primary way of grounding herself ... a lot of the scars covering her body (except those listed above & her “vivisection” scars 😬) have been self-inflicted during such episodes...

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“𝐂𝐲𝐫𝐢𝐥”

I really hope we get to see our horse (+ 𝐓𝐨𝐟𝐟𝐞𝐞 & 𝐏𝐞𝐚𝐧𝐮𝐭) again ... 𝐘𝐯𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞 really needs some emotional-support horse therapy ♡

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⊰𝕹𝖔𝖙𝖊𝖘⊱

ᴍʏᴛʜᴏꜱɪ➙ Half-gorgon (🦷 / 👅 / 👁️ / 💅🏻 / 🐍) ʙᴜɪʟᴅ➙ 𝘚𝘵𝘢𝘵𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘲𝘶𝘦 ᴘʀᴏɴᴏᴜɴꜱ➙ She/They ꜰᴀʟꜱᴇ ɴᴀᴍᴇ➙ “𝐕𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞” ꜰᴀᴠᴇ ᴄᴏʟᴏᴜʀ➙ 𝘛𝘦𝘢𝘭 ꜰᴀᴠᴇ ꜱɴᴀᴄᴋ➙ Pretzels 🥨 ᴡᴇᴀᴘᴏɴ➙ 𝘎𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘵 𝘈𝘹𝘦 (“Oblivion”) ʜᴏʙʙʏ➙ Cooking (they do most of the party's meal prep during the “suicide mission”)

❧ Despite EVERYTHING that's happened to her, 𝐘𝐯𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞 is still a kind & genuine person at heart 💔

❧ They are NOT a fan of coffee (they think it tastes like dirt)

❧ 𝐘𝐯𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞 is resentful towards most of the people from her “past” (sans 𝐒𝐚𝐛𝐢𝐫, 𝐄𝐬𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐝𝐚, 𝐓𝐫𝐲𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐧, & 𝐎𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐧) & doesn't view 𝗣𝗹𝗮𝗶𝘁𝗵𝘂𝘀 as a “home” that she ever truly belonged in, even though she DOES miss aspects of her “old life” at times 😔

❧ They've always loved stargazing, it's one of the only decompressing activities that they could freely do ANYWHERE they were posted (& doing so at the coast was their favourite, the sounds of the waves made it 𝟷𝟶x better)

❧ Even though she was groomed into a killing machine, 𝐘𝐯𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞 tries her very best to only “incapacitate” her foes (she really just wants to protect people ... not kill them 😞) & if she actually had the choice she'd definitely be a pacifist ...

❧ Won't hesitate to throw themselves into danger to keep others safe (even if they're currently injured ... their lack of self-preservation only increased after their exile)

❧ On top of her constant mental anguish, she also suffers from chronic pain (though no one would be able to tell due to her taught high pain tolerance & general indifference to her own bodily health) 🤕

❧ Before their exile 𝐘𝐯𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞 was a much more jovial person: they smiled a lot, cracked light-hearted jokes, openly expressed most of their emotions, were freer with casual touch, more likely to forgive transgressions, & actually had the capacity to fully trust others (with 𝐕𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐧𝐚'𝐬 help they've slowly begun to open up again)

❧ She LOVES her big sister; even now after EVERYTHING she knows that 𝐄𝐬𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐝𝐚, somehow, still loves her despite her exile & everything that followed (plus, unlike 𝐄𝐦𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐞, 𝐄𝐬𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐝𝐚 actually tried to stand up for her when their mother was being “cruel” ... even though she was just a child then too) 😭

❧ Their feelings towards their mom (𝐄𝐦𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐞) are best described as pity & heartbreak ... despite the obvious love she holds for them, she NEVER tried to stop the abuse directed at 𝐘𝐯𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞 by her own wife (they think she's a coward & still loves her even though they know she'll never stand up for them ... or 𝐄𝐬𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐝𝐚)

❧ 𝐘𝐯𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞 used to be very close with her mother (𝐌𝐚𝐫𝐜𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐞), she was the only parent 𝐘𝐯𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞 would go to for comfort as a child (especially after a nightmare); their relationship had begun to fracture when they were 𝟷ˢᵗ appointed as Commander ... it was only after she forced 𝐘𝐯𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞 to take the “experimental dose” that it completely shattered (due to the constant abuse she suffered at her mother's behest, she feels nothing but disdain for her now ... even though deep DEEP down she still wishes her mother unconditionally loved her); nowadays she addresses her as “Mother” only in a derisive fashion since she feels it highlights how much of an absolute failure she is as a parent 😠

❧ They'll never forget what 𝐌𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐫𝐲 did for them & fully intends to repay their debt whenever they end up meeting again (despite the lingering dread they feel about what EXACTLY the expected favour will be)

❧ She DID bite 𝐍𝐢𝐤𝐤𝐞 during their impromptu spar (hopefully biting someone doesn't mean anything specific™ to Gorgons 😏)

❧ Their relationship with 𝐒𝐚𝐛𝐢𝐫 started 𝟸 years after he became their charge; it was actually 𝐘𝐯𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞'𝐬 𝟷ˢᵗ time being genuinely “wanted” by somebody because of WHO THEY WERE as a person & not WHAT they represented in 𝗣𝗹𝗮𝗶𝘁𝗵𝘂𝘀 (& the fact that he still cares for them makes them feels a little less broken inside ♥︎) ... he's been their 𝟷ˢᵗ for a lot of things 👀

❧ She's very “reserved” when she likes™ someone (which has only happened twice now), but once 𝐘𝐯𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞 gets comfortable with her feelings for that person she does become more “bold” during her interactions with them 😳

❧ 𝐘𝐯𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞'𝐬 PTSD is very present in their mind, & they use to be quite proficient at calming themselves down ... recent events have made it almost impossible for them to cope in a healthy manner though

❧ She IS going to make sure EVERYONE survives this “mission”, even if it ends up KILLING her in the end ... she refuses to lose anyone else to her mother's pointless war games

❧ Despite refusing to make a deal with 𝐅𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐝𝐨𝐦 while they were jailed (CHP𝟺), 𝐘𝐯𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞 did finally cave-in & agreed to a covenant after their one-on-one conversation (CHP𝟻)

❧ ...

𝐘𝐯𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞: 𝘈 𝘨𝘪𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘴𝘯𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘴𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘹𝘪𝘦𝘵𝘺, 𝘤𝘩𝘳𝘰𝘯𝘪𝘤 𝘥𝘦𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯, 𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘺𝘳 𝘴𝘺𝘯𝘥𝘳𝘰𝘮𝘦, & 𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘵 𝘴𝘶𝘪𝘤𝘪𝘥𝘢𝘭 𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘪𝘦𝘴 ...

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𝐼𝐹: @exilethegame

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[Pre-exile appearance]

𝗛𝗲𝗿 𝘀𝗼𝗻𝗴™ 👌👌👌 (+ how I picture their voice)

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[the-writer-ofthe-fandoms]

All In One Day (Leah Clearwater)

Pairing: Leah Clearwater x Reader (Gender-Neutral)

Words: 1.4K+

Waring: Death of Character (minor), some angst, use of Y/N

Request:  May i request a twilight Leah ClearwaterXreader imagine where they help her after she phases for the first time and they imprint on each other ( @ab1nsur​ )

A/N: Apologies this took a long while, school is a pain. I hope you enjoy! ♥

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 You were currently on your way to spend some time with your best friend, and sercret crush, Leah Clearwater and her brother Seth with bags of food you picked up from a diner. Leah had been in immense turmoil after everything went down between her, Sam and her cousin Emily, and you have been spending a lot of free time together. You would have torn into Sam and Emily for causing your friend so much pain, but Leah insisted she could handle that part of it on her own. You still wanted to punch Sam if given the opportunity.

As you approached the home, the loud shouting and the sound furniture breaking from inside the Clearwater resident made you jump. The food you bought for you and the Clearwater siblings to share was dropped on the ground as you ran inside the house without hesitation, worry clear on your face at all the commotion. The sight before you should of had you running straight out.

Two giant wolves were in the living room while Sue was on the floor, sobbing next to Harry's unconscious form.

You froze on the spot, not sure what to do when the two wolves looked at you. Your body felt like ice was pumping through your veins while your heart seemed to be trying to break free from your ribcage. Where was Leah and Seth? How did two wolves even get in the house? What happened to Harry?

The grey wolf whined and stared in your direction, the head low to the ground and the ears laid lax, almost as if it was scared. The more sandy furred one also seemed scared, keeping its attention on Harry and Sue.

"(Y/N)!" A familiar voice shouted your name. You saw Sam and his group of friends behind you. "You need to get out of here." He placed a hand on your shoulder and tried pulling you out of the house, but a deep growl from the silver wolf made him stop. "Leah, it is just to keep them safe."

"Leah?" You shake off his hand and step towards the wolf. "That-That's Leah?"

"(Y/N) it's not safe-"

"Leah?" You ignored Sam yelling your name as you slowly approached her. The wolf's attention was back on you. "It's alright. I'm not sure what's happening but you'll be alright." You carefully extended your hand, and gradually brought to her head. You kept a gap in between you though, hoping she would approach and fill the rest of the gap.

Leah closed her eyes and filled the gap, her fluffy head met your hand. After a momentary pause, you let your fingers run through the grey fur.

After a few seconds you heard bones shift, and watched as the wolfs form shrunk and shifted back into a semi-nude Leah Clearwater. Without a second to think, you threw off your light sweater and draped it over her shoulders to help cover her up. You looked to the other wolf and saw Seth in a similar predicament as his sister.

"You're alright." You murmur, kneeling down to comfort a distraught Leah. "Just breath."

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The sun was beginning to set, the sky was a beautiful mix of oranges and yellows. You sat under a tree out side of Emilys cabin while everyone else was inside, discussing what happened today at the Clearwater residence. Sam asked you to wait outside,  but you wanted to go in and comfort Leah. Not wanting to argue, you bit your tongue and accepted sitting outside. You were told that you'd be given answers after they talked between themselves.

The door to the cabin opened, catching your attention. Leah walked out of the cabin and quickly approached you; you took notice of her now shorter hair. As you stood from the ground you were met with arms around your neck. You wrap your arms around her rest and holding Leah tight.

"Thank you for helping me today." She whispered, pulling away.  "I can finally give you some answers. Want to walk through the woods?"

"Yea, let's." Leah led you to the start of a small path and you both began your sunset walk through the forest.

"So, a wolf huh." You tried breaking the ice.

"Yeah. According to our tribes history, we are descendent from ancient spirit warriors, who could change their form to protect the people from danger." She started, staring a head as you both continued on the trail. Her eyes suddenly snap down to the ground and focus on the trail itself. "Seth and I are wolf shifters now, although apparently I am the first known female shifter in our histories. My shifting caused my fathers heart to... to give out. He passed away at the hospital. "

"I'm so sorry Leah." You take your hand and carefully grabbed hers as you both continued to walk. You felt her tense but she relaxed a few seconds later.

"And on top of that I am stuck in a pack with Sam. Out abilities let us hear each others thoughts. I have no privacy now, and my fathers gone." Her dark eyes finally let tears slip as her walking slow down. "I felt so angry before I shifted, so upset, and now it feels like its worse..."

"Oh Leah." You come to a stop and she followed your suit. You had removed your hand from hers and stepped in front of her, cupping her cheeks. You swiped away the tears with the pads of your thumbs. Her eyes were squeezed shut, her long, feathery lashes clumped from the salty tears. "C'mere." You embraced her once more, but this time she clang to you desperately as sobs began leaving her, muffled by her burying her face into your neck. You rubbed comforting circles on her back with your hands, whispering comforting words to her as she let out all the pain she was holding.

You weren't sure how long you both stood like this, but you didn't mind. So much has happened in one day in her life, and you knew she needed a good cry to help.

"There was one good thing that came out of this." She sniffled, pulling away from your neck, but kept her arms loosely around you. "I have an imprint."

"What is that?"

"It is a wolf's soulmate basically. They can be whatever they want to the shifter: a friend, a sibling... or a romantic parnter." You noticed her getting a little bashful at that last part. "Its what happened with Sam and Emily. Its kind of hard to blame them now, but I can still remind them of it with my pack link."

Pushing down small amounts of sadness at the prospect of her finding someone else, you replied "That sounds wonderful, will you go out and search for your imprint?"

"I've already found them." Her rich eyes met yours as she stared almost longingly at you. "It's you, (Y/N). You're my imprint."

"M-Me?" You felt heat flush to your face.

"Yes. I've felt a connection with you for a while, and after Sam and I broke up it developed into a bit of a crush. At first I thoughr it was just me clinging desperately onto someone in hopes they didn't leave me too, but it got stronger. And when I was shifted today and you walked into my house, it felt like I was floating. Like I was on cloud nine. And when Sam tried to make you leave I had the almost overwhelming urge to protect you."

"Leah, that makes me the happiest person alive." You grinned. Her face, even with the tear stains, was glowing with happiness. Without a second thought from either of you, you both leaned in and your lips met with a sweet, soft kiss. It felt like sparks were flying as your hands gripped her upper arms tightly,  hers the same on your waist. She slowly let her tongue slide against your lips and-

"Woo! My big sisters got an imprint!" Seths loud voice startled you both, Leah instinctively stepping in front of you. Seth came bounding out of the wooded area with Sam following.

"I told him to leave you guys alone." He sighed and was able to grab Seths arm.

"I just wanted to make sure Leah got with them!" Seth groaned playfully, giving you both a smile and a thumbs up.

"Sorry bout that." Sam shook his head and started pulling Seth along. Before they left though, Sam's head turned to face you both, and gave Leah a small smile. She blinked rapidly for a second before nodding to him, a smile on her own lips appeared.

"So." She turned and faced you once again. "Where were we before my dweeb of a brother interrupted?"

#leah clearwater #leah clearwater reader insert #leah clearwater imagine #leah clearwater imagines #twilight #Twilight wolf pack #twilight saga #twilight leah clearwater #twiligiht x reader #twilight imagine #twilight imagines #twilight reader insert #reader insert #leah clearwater x reader

[nicka-nell]

As long as you write for bnha, would it be interestig for you to continue a first time marathon with them too? Lets start with Aizawa, Takami and Dabi :3

Omg hi! I hope you are well, healthy and safe and that your day is wonderful. 

Uhh tbh I never thought about writing it for the bnha characters, but sure! Why not! But this time I wrote it a little differently, so it’s not too similar (looks like I failed at it) and I wanted to write it a little shorter than the others (didn’t work either) I didn’t check it a second time before posting it so... well, I hope that’s okay and that you still like it ♥.

Having their first time 

Pairing: Aizawa x reader, Dabi x reader, Takami x reader Warning: 18+, NSFW, smut, Aizawa (none), Dabi (slightly daddy kink), Takami (slightly praise), Minors DNI! Note: All characters are grown up!

Aizawa is a few years older than you, and he has experience in this area, but he would never force you to do anything against your will.

His sex drive is generally rather low, so he would never speak on his own.

When you two lie next to each other in bed, you address the topic, but Aizawa remains completely calm. He’s talking to you about everything casually, like you just asked him about his day.

After your talk, he tries to take the time to go with you to the gynecologist (but he doesn’t make it through work at school)

He wants you to decide if you prepare a condom, the pill, or even other methods, but he wants to cover the cost of the contraceptive.

On your first time, he wants you to be okay, that you like it, and he wants to show you that you don’t have to be afraid of anything.

He also sets a safe word with you beforehand, telling you to use it as soon as you feel uncomfortable. It should be one that would quickly stop him, if you feel uneasy, so you chose ‘media’ for it.

You have been sleeping for several hours as you wake up from Aizawa’s fallen pen and open your eyes. The light of Aizawa’s reading lamp still shines as he bends down and spins in your direction while picking up his pen. He looks at you apologetically because he’s sorry he woke you up.

You rub your eyes, straighten up in bed as you take the blanket off of you and walk over to the black-haired man you love. His eyes are reddened, his hair tied together in a messy bun while he sits on the chair in his pajamas.

“Shouta... It’s the middle of the night, your students don’t benefit from you falling out of fatigue and not being able to teach them at all,” worried you look at him as you lay your arms on his shoulders and sit on his lap.

But Aizawa only smiles gently, barely visible, as he brushes your ruffled hair behind your shoulder and leans his head against your chest. “Yes, you’re probably right Y/n.” 

Like a cat, he enjoys it when you scratch his head, since his arms pull you even closer to him. Every time he’s tired, he becomes clingy. Once again, he cuddles his head against your chest, whirring quietly while his wet breath touches your bare skin.

“I love you, Y/n.” 

Although he often says these words to you, they stir something quite different in you today. Because your entire body is tingling, and you ask yourself if that’s just because you have such a big desire for him. Maybe it’s the half-sleep that makes your body warm, but you’re sure it’s something else. Because a few months ago you had already talked about it.

“Shouta… I want to sleep with you,” your voice is so soft, a little fragile, as if you were afraid of his answer. But Aizawa lifts his head from your chest. His serious eyes blink out from under his eyelashes, contradicting his suddenly tender voice. “Are you sure Y/n?” 

He does not laugh at you, nor does he ask you how you come up with this idea, in the middle of the night, when you actually wanted to sleep next to each other and not together. Nodding you look to the side, your cheeks glow, just like the rest of your body, which is suddenly lifted into the air.

“Lie down on the bed, my love. Make yourself comfortable, just as you would like. I’m going to take a quick shower, okay?” Fleetingly, he gives you a kiss on the shoulder after you nod to him and get up from his lap.

You hear the splashing water as you turn off the lamp on the desk and walk over to the soft blankets. For a moment you are considering if you should close the curtains, since the full moon makes the room bright. But you decide not to close them, open the nightstand to get out the new lube pack and condoms to place them on top of the nightstand.

Just as you want to lie down under the blanket again, you hear the creaking door, as Aizawa comes out of the bathroom again. His hair is wet, drops of water seek their way along his body down to the towel, covering his pelvis. His skin shimmers in the moonlight, and although it’s not your first time seeing him dressed so lightly, you suddenly become nervous at his sight.

“What’s wrong, kitten?” He whispers as he sits on the bed and holds the back of his hand against your forehead. But you don’t have a fever. His eyes wander attentively from you over to the nightstand where he sees the condoms and the lubricant. Now he understands that you’re only nervous.

Just as he wants to tell you, you can also postpone all this if you’re not ready, you interrupt him, grab the condoms hastily and tear one off the package. You want to get the condom out, but Aizawa stops you, shakes his head and tells you he must be stiff.

“Oh… should I… Do you want me to jerk you off or how... What should I do, Shouta?” You’re so nervous, so clumsy, and above all, you’re embarrassed by your inexperience.

“Y/n… Calm down, let me start. Just relax and tell me if you like something,” his voice is so soft in your ears, putting your fast-beating heart straight to rest as you bury your head in the soft pillow, watching Aizawa through the bright moonlight. 

You can see a slight smile as he bends forward and lies down beside you. He affectionately strokes your cheek before giving you an extensive kiss, starts wandering your side with his free hand.

His fingertips exert just the right pressure, are not too tight on your skin but also not too light, so you feel that they tickle you. A soft moan escapes your lips as Aizawa’s fingertips pat your bare skin, which shines out between your panties and your sleeping shirt. You can sense his light smile on your lips with the wonderful sound you made.

Slowly, his fingers stroll along your panties, playing with the fine fabric while your lips can’t keep apart.

“I’m so warm, Shouta,” you whine, seek his gaze to make sure that’s normal.

“Yes, my love, I know,” is the only thing Aizawa says before he kisses your neck, with his fingers now circle over your folds which are still covered by your slip.

“Sho- Shouta!”

“Should I stop?” He asks, stops his movement at the same time and looks at you with concern. But you’re just shaking your head, then his touches feel so good, bring a soothing gush over your body that reaches up to your core and moistens the fabric of your panties.

Your cheeks are glowing with charm. You are glad that Aizawa can only see your face a little through the moon, not seeing your expression one hundred percent. “So good… It feels so good, Shouta. Please don’t stop!” 

Quietly he whispers “okay” to you as he kisses your neck again. His long fingers now play with the fabric of your slip before his fingers slide under it and his naked skin touches yours.

“Ah!” You groan loudly as he strolls along your folds, smearing them with your own juice after coming to your already damp entrance. 

“Take off your panties, kitten,” he whispers, before kissing your earlobe, watching your hands move down your body, slightly lifting your pelvis to take off the thin fabric. 

Aizawa takes the opportunity to reach for the condom, sits up and loosens the towel. “I thought it had to be stiff?” Reaches him your puzzled voice, but Shouta doesn’t answer. Saying nothing, he shoves the condom quietly over his member, before he lies down next to you and kisses your cheek.

His hand continues where they left off earlier. “Your moaning is enough to get stiff Y/n,” he breathes softly and makes your heart tremble with the words. 

You don’t know what your body is doing, but before you know it, you sit on his lap, kiss him passionately, while your pelvis automatically moves up and down, rubbing against Aizawa’s erection.

“What do I have to do, Shouta…” Your uncertain words echo through the room, but the black-haired man only gives you sweet words back. Carefully he lays down his hand on your hip, uses the other to grab yours. 

“Straighten up, my love. Lift your pelvis, and then…” With his words you carry out his instructions, as Aizawa’s hand that lies on yours brings you to his stiff cock. Briefly you flinch with embarrassment as you touch his length, but feel secure by his hand and lift it up so that his tip touches your entrance.

“It’s so big…” You whimper as you feel his tip gliding into your walls, creating an unknown but pleasant fullness within you. Still, you wonder if you can handle his full length. 

“It’s okay. Take your time, you can do it, my love. And if not, we’ll postpone it,” but you don’t want to postpone anything. Slowly you push your wet entrance further down to take up his total length until it’s completely inside you.

“Nnngh… It’s…” You don’t know what to say, your body feels so different. It tingles completely, you’re hot and your head feels free somehow.

“Does it hurt?” Kiss Aizawa’s gentle words your ears, as his hands hold you to your hip to prevent you from riding him.

“No… It feels so good. But… I don’t know what I should do. Please teach me,” you babble out, your expression drawn to a pleading mimic.

Teach me… These words make Aizawa’s cock suddenly twitch, it hits exactly the spongy spot in you that makes you groan loudly.

“Lift your pelvis…” His throaty voice resounds as the grip of his hands becomes tighter on your hip. He supports your movements, helps you find your rhythm, as you hold your hands against his chest, start riding his length as if you had done nothing else.

Once more you hear his soft murmur, his voice telling you how well you do it while his hands still support you. Your abdomen tightens more and more, each time his tip strokes against your walls, to your cervix where you moan each time.

You notice how your body suddenly becomes looser, your thoughts are free and the heat almost kills you. You don’t know what that feeling is, but it gets more and more intense, only your legs slowly get tired.

“Shouta… I can’t… haa..” You groan, but don’t even make a reasonable sentence.

Still, Aizawa understands exactly what you want to tell him. He lovingly places his hands on your back, presses your upper body down against his as he now determines the thrusts and intensity.

His thrusts are not fast, but deep and just right for you to bury your head in the crook of his neck and moan his name.

“Shouta! It feels so good, my dear. Ah, I think… I’m coming. I don’t k- haaah!” Your sentence is barely over, as his last push makes you claw your fingers in his chest. Your complete body tenses up and relaxes after a short time. But your walls are pounding, your whole abdomen is raging, while your whirring is in Aizawa’s ears.

“Haah Y/n…” You just hear him breathe as he buries one of his hands in your hair, increasing the grip with the other at your waist before thrusting into you one last time. Breathing heavily, he holds you in his arms for a moment before his grip loosens and his arms fall powerlessly to the side.

“Now I’m really tired…” 

You can hear him quietly while his fast beating heart accompanies his voice. With an exhausted smile, you blink up at him. 

“Yeah, me too.” 

Affectionately he smiles at you, strokes your hair before he gets up after a while. Aizawa throws the condom away and freshens up, before he lies down next to you to fall asleep together.

Dabi always had something with women, but never a serious relationship. His experience is therefore much higher than yours. You’re almost afraid to talk about it with him.

Still, you keep thinking about what it’s like to sleep with him. If he has any preferences. After all, you’ve known Dabi for a while and you’re sure he has a secret or two that he hasn’t shown you yet.

But in the end you just talk to Toga about it, don’t mention it towards Dabi.

As soon as he knows about it, he teases you a lot. Always bring a few funny sayings to tease you.

He definitely wants you to take the pill, he doesn’t want to carry a condom with him all the time.

Also, is he not taking you to the gynecologist or buying you the pill, Dabi doesn’t have time for that.

Dabi has several kinks, but for your first time, he tries to screw them back so you don’t get afraid of him. After all, you’re the only woman he ever really cared about.

He will test his kinks later with you, and maybe he will come up with the idea of a safe word. Just maybe.

Dabi is already too late for your evening together, but Shigaraki had to send him on a mission. Hissing, he opens the door to the bedroom, turns on the bright yellow ceiling light, which brightens the room into color.

“You fall asleep?” Dabi grins as he stands in the door frame with his arms crossed and watches your head resting on the tabletop. Your eyes remain closed. You don’t respond to his question.

His arms fall limp as he walks toward you, but when he stands in front of the table, his whole body burns.

A pack of small pills is in your hand. It’s almost empty, only four are left. Dabi doesn’t know what those pills are, but he’s never seen them before. The worst thought comes straight to him. That you wanted to kill yourself. That he wasn’t good enough for you and you hadn’t seen another way out of this toxic relationship.

Roughly, he grabs you by your shoulders, shakes you before pulling your head back by your hair, and tries to use his fingers to make you vomit. From this jerky movement you wake up, coughing a few times as you push Dabi from you.

“Damn it, Dabi! What on earth were you planning to do?” You ask confused as you slowly come back to yourself. But Dabi’s knees become heavy, and before he knows it, he kneels before you on the floor, looks at you with a completely unknown expression. He’s broken.

“Dabi?” 

“I thought you killed yourself… What… What are those pills?” He asks, confused, not understanding why his heart races so terribly.

Now you understand his concern, but you have to laugh at the same time. “This? Oh Dabi, this is the pill. You know, we talked about sex… a few times…” 

Unbelievably, he looks at you, still on the ground, hands on your lap. “The pill… How in the fucking world do you got the pill?”

“Toga stole them from the pharmacy… She said she’d take this one, too.”

“And you trust the little snotty brat?” 

“What choice do I have? As a villain I can hardly go to the gynecologist and ask for a prescription for the pill Dabi…”

“You could have told me,” he murmurs in an annoyed tone, don’t look at you anymore. 

You think about saying something before you look back at the pill. Still, your gaze quickly returns to Dabi, who still looks to the side with a thoughtful yet serious look. 

He doesn’t like it, that you went to Toga with it, that you didn’t talk to him. He’d rather have helped you because somehow you’re a couple or something like that.

“Well… It doesn’t matter, let’s… Let’s just talk about this another time. I’m tired anyway.” You suddenly say hesitantly when you realize that Dabi is struggling with his words. Sighing, you try to get up, but Dabi grabs you by your shoulders and makes you sit back on the chair. Irritated, you look down.

“So you’ve been on the pill for almost a month now?” Mischievous, he smirks at you as his rough hand slowly walks up your bare thigh. 

Actually, he would rather watch you satisfy yourself, so that he can just look at your fingers and your dripping entrance while he jerks himself off. But he’s pretty sure this is going to embarrass you for your first time, and now that he’s in the mood, he wants nothing to interrupt you.

His fingertips are cold, yet you are warm. “Dabi!” It escapes you quietly, as your cheeks begin to glow. “What’s the matter, doll?” 

Your body feels strange, and although Dabi prevents you from getting up, you don’t want to move away. Yet you are unsure, as you realize what he’s going to do to you. Of course, at some point you wanted to sleep with him, only you wanted to talk to him about it first.

After all, it’s your first time, and for Dabi it’s the… who knows how many women already begged for his cock. You’re insecure, afraid of doing anything wrong, don’t want him to laugh at you. Only you don’t know how to tell him all this.

Still, your body gives him the answer, because it’s trembling. It’s warm, and everything in you feels incredibly good in an unknown way. Different from usual. Although you had talked to Toga about feelings during sex and even she had told you how it is, you suddenly feel such a strong desire. Through his hand, which only caresses your thigh, and his mischievous look which put you in the mood. You notice how your arousal goes all the way to your core and starts moistening your panties.

With his fingertips, he moves further up to the warmest part of your body. Ineptly you bite your lower lip, trying to suppress your moaning, but Dabi enjoys the sight. Your beautiful eyes, your cheeks as they glow. How your hand is gently on his wrist, trying to keep him from continuing, but at the same moment doesn’t want him to stop.

“Say stop and I’ll stop, doll,” He whispers to you as his hands exert more pressure on your thighs, gently pushing them apart.

“W- What are you doing?” You ask, irritated, your voice suddenly several tones brighter.

“As I said, just say stop and I’ll stop.”

Yet you don’t want him to stop. His bright turquoise eyes come closer to your legs as his hair touches your inner thigh. As his nose touches your panties, you hold your breath, burying your hands firmly in the wood of the chair below you.

Dabi laughs only amused, already knows that he has to hurry to get rid of this big bulge in his pants as soon as possible. It gets even bigger as he pushes your panties to the side with his long fingers and already feels how wet you are. Murmuring, he buries his tongue between your legs, tastes your juice dripping out of your entrance.

“Dabi no! Stop that… that’s embarrassing,” you stutter, but at the same time press your pelvis further against him. He takes the opportunity to pull you further to him at your thighs, so that you only sit on the edge of the chair, your legs now wider open.

Instead of stopping, he stares at you with his piercing eyes, provocatively pulls his rough tongue over your folds before he spreads his saliva on your entrance. Smirking, he looks at you as he straightens up again and takes off his shirt and pants, until he has only his socks on.

Full of fear you look at his massive pierced cock, he pumps it with his hand a few more times, which would not have been necessary. Because he’s already rock hard.

“Sit on the table, doll.” 

His command automatically sets you in motion, causing a new gush in you as you sit on the table and squeeze your legs together. His dick will never fit. At least not without hurting you. And what about his piercings? If they’ll hurt you? 

You’re about to tell him you changed your mind, but Dabi knocks his palms on the table next to you. He looks at you with a provocative grin. “Your last chance to say stop, doll.” 

With his words you feel him slapping the tip of his cock against your cunt, but again you just bite your lower lip and look at him innocently.

“God, you don’t know how sexy you are, doll,” he whispers as his length glides into you piece by piece, makes you flinch and gives a groan of you. It hurts, but it’s not as bad as you thought, and you admit that the pain is almost pleasant. 

“Oh fuck, your virgin pussy is so fucking tight!” He roars, as he’s completely inside, his hand on your lower back, the other still on the tabletop as he makes the first moves.

You have the feeling that every vein, every piercing of his fat cock is rubbing against your inner. It’s like he’s massaging your inner body and getting more intense every time he’s about to hit a certain spot. 

With a jerk, he pulls you to the edge of the table, eliciting a loud moan as his tip finally hits the spot in you for the first time that makes your entire body twitch. His thrusts are getting faster and rougher, and before you know it, your shirt, which had covered you before, is torn open and lies on the ground.

Your breasts shake up and down under his aggressive thrusts, and for a moment he thinks about slapping you on each one, but then quickly restrains himself. Not on your first time. He doesn’t want to scare you away.

“Dabi! Dabi! Fuck… Your dick is so big, haah! I need you!” Your drunken words kiss his ears as they bring him back to reality. 

You don’t know where to put yourself. You don’t know what’s happening to you, but you want more. You want Dabi’s hands on your body, on your breasts, on your hair, on your neck everywhere. His kisses on your skin. His words in your ears.

Unconsciously, you reach for the hand that rests on the table and lead it to your chest before you let it go again and wrap your arms around Dabi’s neck. You bury them in his dyed hair and pull him towards you. 

His icy hand massages your chest roughly, starts playing with your hard nipple, and makes you sing. Full of pleasure, he kisses your neck up to your lips before releasing himself from you and pressing his head against yours.

You exchange fiery glances, look at no second from the eyes of the other, as Dabi’s thrusts become faster and faster. 

“Don’t look away from me, doll.” 

You feel his breath on your bare skin, so he feels yours. He also feels your legs squeeze tighter around him, how his cock only gets with more force in your walls. He senses that you are close, but he wants to be safe and uses one of his hands to wander to your bud. With his fingers he puts pressure on it, to watch your mouth loosening, breaking your eye contact as you tilt your head backwards.

Your body feels like it’s going to explode, and you want to scream and keep quiet at the same time. You scream loudly as your body trembles, your walls pounce, and you utter only whimpering words. 

“Coming! I’m… co… Haah!” 

“Yeah, show your daddy how good you can come all over his dick. Ah fuck, you’re so hot I’m coming!” He mutters one last time before his balls clap on your skin and you feel something warm in you, as he shoots it into you by his twitching cock.

Exhausted, his head lies on your shoulder, his moist breath gives you goosebumps. He’s still inside you when he raises his head to see if you’ve come down from your peak. But you just blink at him with your eyebrows raised, the corners of your mouth slightly brought up.

“What?”

“Daddy?” 

With your grinning voice, his eyes grow large. Did he really call himself your daddy? And say that out loud? For a moment, he’s thinking about pretending he doesn’t know what you’re talking about, but you’re not letting him have a word.

“Does my daddy have enough stamina to show me how good he is?” 

“Oh fuck, yes, babe!” He sighs relieved and furiously as he pushes you towards him, elicits a sigh from his still stiff limb which is still in your inner. and lifts you up and brings you to bed. The night will be long before you both go to sleep.

But one thing is certain, your first time was anything but odd and you have to admit that you want to experience this feeling of an orgasm again. You also have to admit that Dabi and you will probably try some things, not just boring gentle sex.

Except for a few one-night stands after hero parties, Takami also had little experience. You are happy about it, because so you can find out together what the other one likes. 

He won’t have had that much experience on those few wild nights, you think.

Because of his open and talkative nature, the topic has often come up.

He wants you to take your time, and like Aizawa, he wants you to talk to the gynecologist first.

He offers to come with you, to help you if you are afraid, but you tell him you can do it alone.

He doesn’t care which contraceptive you use, but he always mentions here and there that he finds the pill more practical.

While you call the gynaecologist to get the prescription for the pill right away, he is already on his way there, fetch the prescription and then buy it for you.

When you tell him you want to sleep with him soon, he can hardly hide his excitement, but every time you plan to sleep with each other, you are interrupted by his phone and he has to go on a mission.

Especially on your first time, he would spoil you with so many compliments, praise you and tell you how good you are doing.

He would watch you highly concentrated, pay attention to each of your movements, remember what you like, and what you don’t like.

In the end, he would just want to cuddle with you and fall asleep.

Like almost every evening you sit together on your roof terrace, cuddled in blankets, pillows and Takami’s wings, your feet casually stretched forward while you drink your evening drink. You’re already wearing your comfortable sleeping clothes.

You had turned on the candles so that you would get more light as you leaned on his shoulder and listened to the blond man as he continuously told of his day as a hero. For a moment, he stops, drinks a sip of his beer before placing down the bottle. Still never take the other arm off your shoulder.

“Yes, and Fumikage has really improved. He has become stronger. He knows his weaknesses well, but he has to work on his strengths. But today he could-” 

You don’t know if this is the right moment, maybe it’s because he’s been away for several days, or because the night is so warm tonight, but Takami radiates manhood for you today. Even if it wasn’t planned, right now he doesn’t have a cell phone on him, nothing that might interrupt you. For weeks you have been trying to find a free minute to sleep together. Now or never. 

Embarrassed, you bite your lower lip, looking up at him as you rub the fine fabric of his sweatpants covering his cock. 

“Eh he… Y/n? What are you doing there?” He asks puzzled and hastily looks around. Actually, no one can see you so high on the terrace, yet he wants to be safe.

“I want you, Keigo,” you breathe in a low voice, as you shove your hand under his waistband, briefly startled when you suddenly feel his member. Actually, you don’t know what you are doing here, but you had read in some forums that you should first make a foreplay. After that, you had looked on the Internet how to jerk off a man.

He still looks at you surprised, the otherwise so talkative Takami is suddenly quiet. “Aren’t… Aren’t you in the mood, Keigo?” 

“Go on with it,” he interrupts you before you can finish your sentence, study him with your gaze. Unsure you nod, as you take his dick in your hand, press it as in the report and move your hand up and down. 

“Ah songbird, that’s too tight! This isn’t an empty toothpaste tube where you’re supposed to squeeze out the last bit of toothpaste.” He laughs almost in tears, but carries a smile on his lips, hoping not to have unsettled you.

But with his comparison, you can’t help but grin and stutter a quiet “sorry”. Now you move your hand up and down more carefully, slightly touch his tip with your fingertips, which elicits a slight moan.

Pleasantly, he slightly tilts his head backwards, but still looks at you through his eyelashes, while his cock in your hand gets bigger and bigger. Completely stiff in your hands, you unconsciously pinch your legs together as your lust seeks its way to your entrance.

“I have no idea where the lube is.” 

“What? Where-” 

“But believe me, we won’t be needing that, songbird,” He whispers to you throaty as he takes your hand out of his pants and lies you on the floor covered with blankets in front of him. 

Now you’re the one whose eyes grow big when two of Keigo’s feathers let your nightgown slide up, free your bare legs for him.

“What-”

“Shh… Close your eyes, enjoy it, my beautiful bird,” he interrupts you again, push your nightgown up to your chest now with his hands. 

The warm evening air kisses your skin as you suddenly feel Takami’s feather on your bare flesh. With a brief scream you squirm, asking Takami what he is doing, but he just chuckles. “Foreplay is the most important thing in sex, especially if it’s your first time. So just relax a little.”

With his last words, his voice comes closer to your ear as his hair brushes your cheek and he gives you a loving kiss on the temple. He still tickles you with the feather at your side, your magnificent chest, down to your belly as he swings it provocatively from left to right at the edge of your panties.

“Don’t tease me… Keigo please, just start,” you say whiny, keep your eyes closed, as he said. Attentively he watches you as he slides your panties off of your body, throws it somewhere behind him as his feather strolls along your walls.

“Keigo, please, don’t tease me…” You groan again, followed by a barely audible moan as you push your pelvis down, with this exciting warmth forming between your legs. But the feather is no longer on your skin.

“You’re so beautiful. Everything about you is… Everything about you is beautiful Y/n.” Takami’s voice is calm, yet serious and not as joyful as usual. 

His fingers now take the place of the feather, wander along your walls, and elicit a moan from you every time he strokes it over your bud. He is thoughtful, quickly realizes that you like it most there, now dedicates himself to this spot of your body.

But before that, he licks his fingers to prevent his rough, still dry fingers from being uncomfortable with your sensitive clit. “Ready?” He breathes you a kiss. Nodding, you give him permission, still keeping his eyes closed as his fingers spread your folds, his middle finger orbits your core.

“Haah Kei-” You whine, bite your lower lip with this indescribable feeling, which is triggered by a single finger. The pressure is getting bigger, his movements faster and your thoughts unclear. Your body contracts, your breath becomes flat and Takami realizes you are close to orgasm.

But you don’t realize it, don’t know what’s happening to your body, do you have to pee? Or is that the feeling of having an orgasm? You don’t know, but it’s too much for you. Much too intense and somehow unpleasant. Suddenly your eyes open, Takami’s movements stop, when you give a half-loud “stop” of yourself.

“You didn’t like it? I was pretty sure that-” 

“No… Well, yes, but I don’t know… that was just kind of too much at once? Can we just keep doing something else? Or just skip that part for today?” You ask, unsure, but Takami ponders.

Does it really make sense to continue? He’s pretty sure you might climax on your first time with enough foreplay. But that your own peak is too much for you right now, is something he has to understand for himself. He wonders how to go on without making you climax. But he wants to do whatever you want.

So he nods, pulls his pants down to his knees and straightens up again so that he sits in front of your spread legs. “Okay, that was probably not a romantic way to undress. What Keigo?” You laugh like he planned. Because he realized how tense you were suddenly, knew he had to relax you somehow so you wouldn’t tense up.

“Shall I put an egg in you and start?” 

“An egg? Keigo what…”

“Right, right, doesn’t sound cool at all. Anyway, just relax songbird.” His grin suddenly turns into a dark, almost to a frightening smile as he bends over you and looks deep into your eyes. “So let’s start.” 

His lips taste yours as he pushes his tip against your wet entrance. It’s surprisingly easy for him to slide in, because of the moisture that quickly covers his dick. You both moan as he thrusts in and out, studying you. But your face looks different from before.

“Y/n… Everything all right?” He asks in a serious voice, stops moving, but you just nod. You don’t want to tell him your abdomen hurts. Every time his tip pushes against your cervix, it almost makes you vomit, but if you tell him now, he’ll be hurt.

“Y-yes… S-sure…” 

“Please don’t lie to me. Look at me, bird,” he whispers, gently stroking your cheek. 

Your vision is still a little blurry when you open your eyes and see his frowning. It was stupid of you to think Takami wouldn’t notice. He knows you even better than you. Sighing, you tell him about your pain, but also that you don’t want to stop what you just started.

Takami just can’t resist your sparkling eyes. He offers you that you can ride him, see if this is more comfortable for you and if it is not, that it simply should not be today. Nodding, you take his hand, which helps you to straighten up as he leans backwards against the facade of your house and draws you to himself.

He holds his cock in his hand, helps you take it back into your entrance as he puts his hands firmly to your hips to support you. “Lean on me with your hands. On my arms, shoulders, chest, or wings, anywhere. I support you okay, my pretty bird?”  

Nodding, you cling your arms around his neck, burying his head tightly between your breasts as you move up and down carefully. This time his length slides as far into you as you want, filling your complete body with an indescribable pleasure, while your hands claw more into his neck.

“Haah!” You moan when you suddenly feel Takami’s lips on your chest. Feathers on your body that give you pleasant goose bumps and make you ride his cock faster and faster. “Oh damn, my beautiful bird. You’re doing so well, my wonderful bird.” 

Although you enjoy his touches on your skin, even though you don’t want to stop his kisses, you feel that your body can’t keep up much longer. You feel your lower abdomen hurting again as you claw your fingers deeper into his neck, hiding your head in the crook of his neck.

You feel his grip tighten on your body, his hands begin to tremble as his husky words sound silently. “Shit, I’ll come. Look at me, my bird, may I come in-” 

“Yes, yes Keigo!” You quickly interrupt him, before pulling your chest close to his, as his thick cum fills your walls.

“Haah Kei!” A whiny sound escapes your lips, as you feel his length suddenly twitching, bumping against that spongy spot. But all these are too many emotions for you. Too much what is going on in your body and what you have to explore yourself.

“Keigo please, it’s too much,” you whisper with glowing cheeks, look at him through your excited eyes again. He still holds you in his arms, his head leaning backwards, no movement as your voice takes him back.

Without saying anything, he lifts you up a bit as his now slightly sagging cock squeezes through his cum, your juice and the muscles that push him out.

Directly you feel like something else, the mix of your juices searching its way outwards from your walls, as your cheeks tingle again. Quickly you want to sit to the side, so that nothing drips on Takami, but he does not allow it.

Affectionately, yet with strength, he draws you back to himself, gently stroking your back as he rubs his nose against yours. “I love you, my songbird,” he smiles and makes you happy with it.

“And next time, it’ll get better, I promise. We’ll sort of feel our way around together so that you will love your own emotions. Okay?” 

Embarrassed, you look into his warm eyes, into his cheerful, at the same time cheeky smile, before you agree with him with a nod. “All right, now give me a kiss, y/n,” Takami says now again with his mischievous grin, before you put your hands around his cheeks and your lips silence his chuckling. 

He still caresses your back, stroking your cheek with the thumb of his other hand as his wings wrap around you like a veil. As if he wanted to tell you he will always protect you, that he is always there and you should not be afraid.

Last note: The first time is not always wonderful and like in a fairy tale book. Before you have your first time, please keep in mind that you should not only talk about it with your partner but also with the gynecologist and find out about contraceptives. And more importantly, sleep with someone when you feel ready for it. Don’t let them talk you into it.

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Next Steps

Arisa had never thought of herself as vengeful. That was before her clone attempted to take over her life and destroy her friends in the process.

Afterwards, she makes something clear to Garrus: he’s stuck with her, and it’s about time he realizes she’s not going anywhere so long as she can help it.

Shakarian, Established Relationship. Spoilers for Citadel DLC. I spent equal parts laughing hysterically and cursing angrily during these missions so. Wanted to write something. Enjoy ♥

Arisa had never thought of herself as vengeful.

Driven? Yes. Stubborn to a fault? Yes. Able to kill enemies without remorse? Yes.

The type to seek revenge on people who slighted her? Normally, no.

Kai Leng had a target on his back as far as she was concerned, but that had to wait - Shore Leave, Admiral Hackett had said, the Normandy needed upkeep.

As did her Crew.

You need a rest before going after Cerberus. You’re stressed, Commander, and the cracks are starting to show. Take a break. That’s an order.

The apartment’s yours, Shepard; enjoy it. Said Anderson, always worrying about her; even in the middle of a damn warzone himself.

Except the moment she’d tried to relax, shit had hit the fan.

Watching The Clone overwrite her handprint records while ‘Brooks’ watches smugly is the first moment of I want to shoot you.

The moment they step back onto the Normandy and she spots all of her belongings - and her hamster - thrown in a disposal bin is when that thought switches to I will end you.

Seeing The Clone wearing her armor - an older set she hardly wears, the red N7 she keeps in storage just in case her upgraded armor needs repairs - just makes her mind go black with rage, vision narrowing to a red pinpoint on the bitches chest.

They had endangered her Crew. Her friends, her family.

Tried to steal everything she was, everything she had worked for - every honor and victory and scar and achievement that she had fought for.

Fuck no.

Arisa hardly notices the mercs shooting at her; she swats them aside with biotics and trusts Garrus and Liara to cover her back.

‘Brooks’ she only spares attention for when she’s in the way, finally using a pull to grab her and throw her hard against the wall - stunned for the moment and out of sight.

The Clone is also biotic - of course she is, she’s a goddamn clone of her, dammit Cerberus! - but same DNA or not, six months training or not, she’s not half as skilled at using the abilities as Arisa is, not used to having to think on her feet and dodge and deal with a rocking ship.

She leaves herself open and Arisa drops her gun and tackles her down, rolling along the open hatch in a tangle of punches and kicks.

The ship bucks and throws them both off balance, scrabbling at the edge for a grip - What makes you so special? Why does it have to be you?!

Garrus and Liara are there pulling her up not a second later, yanking her safely to her feet, and Arisa’s only answer is turning around and kicking The Clone off the ship.

It’s not until ‘Brooks’ tries to run and Arisa puts a bullet in her back that she realizes she is vengeful.

When pushed and pushed and pushed, when her family is in danger and her very identity is threatened, she is vengeful.

They’re dealt with. She tries to breathe, tries to smile for the Crew - together and alive and victorious, standing outside the Normandy on the Docks and looking to her for confirmation - and it takes a moment to convince herself to holster her gun, headache already pounding at her temple, Save the anger for Leng and the Reapers.

“Now that that’s over, maybe we can actually enjoy our Shore Leave.” she says, trying to sound confident, trying not to let the previous day's colour her opinion on the vacation.

“If only we could go for sushi,” Joker mopes, and Arisa has a hard time downing the glare she cuts his way.

That reminds her of the mess she still needs to fix, however, and she sighs, putting a hand to her forehead. “You guys go ahead, have fun. I have to go back to the Archives.”

“Why?”

“That bitch rewrote my file; I need to go get it fixed ASAP. And I need to make sure my Spectre status and other codes are working properly.”

“Good point.” Liara steps up beside her - ever strong, ever dependable, even as Thessia burns - already typing on her Omnitool, “I’ll contact Captain Bailey, let him know the body they come across is not, in fact, you. I’ll also see about having your items returned to your Cabin.”

“While I’m thinking of it… can you ask Traynor to have all of my clothes sent for a wash?” Arisa can’t help wrinkling her nose, trying not to look as disturbed as she feels, “I’d say toss them and I’ll get new clothes, but…”

“Understood.”

“On that note…” she manages a half smile, waving over her shoulder as she turns and heads down the docks, “I’ll see you all later. Stay out of trouble.”

“Now hold on a minute, Shepard. Who says you’re allowed to go alone?”

Arisa turns at the bottom of the ramp and lifts an eyebrow, lips twitching, “Seriously, Garrus?”

The Turian only gives her a look, arms crossed as he stops maybe a couple feet away, “Think about it. Last time I let you wander out alone you fell through the floor of a sushi bar and got chased through the slums by angry mercs.”

“I guess it’s a good thing Archangel’s my boyfriend.” she smirks, mimicking his words from earlier, noting the pleased way his mandibles flare before he’s reaching for her hand.

“Damned right it is.” Garrus rumbles, hands warm in hers, chasing away the hurt and stress and anxiety of the past 24 hours, “Now, indulge me; let me accompany you on your errand. I’d feel a hell of a lot better if I was there to watch your six.”

“Like you have to ask.” Arisa’s grin softens, returning his grip, “You’re always welcome, Garrus.”

His mandibles flare again, grip tightening as he steps up beside her to keep her hand in his, already tugging her forwards. “Well then, shall we?”

Arisa only grins and lets him lead her, the anger draining away.

 Thanks to Garrus’ backup, Shepard being Commander Goddamn Shepard, and Glyph’s recordings of the whole clone fiasco, the Archive’s staff was willing and able to get her records straightened out fairly quickly.

Both of them are starving by the time they get back to the apartment - I just want quiet, and it’s closer than the Normandy. May as well use it, right? - but Arisa heads first towards the stairs, working at the clasps of her armor as she goes.

“Be right back, Garrus,” she calls over her shoulder, pulling off pieces as she goes, “Getting changed quick. Check the fridge; I have no idea how stocked Anderson kept this place.”

“Will do.”

Arisa leaves him to it and steps into the huge closet of the master bedroom - it still hasn’t quite clicked in that this is hers, somehow, her space to keep, to do with what she wants - stripping off the rest of her armor and placing it on the designated shelves before opening the back panel and staring at the few outfits she has access to.

One pair of Alliance civies, and that damned dress ‘Brooks’ had forced her into.

The latter is tossed immediately in the garbage. The former she pulls on with a few quick motions, wishing she had something even slightly more comfortable to wear for Shore Leave.

At least these clothes haven’t been touched by a clone.

That brings about another wave of nauseous rage that she shoves stubbornly away, taking a quick glance in the mirror to make sure her hair isn’t sticking out anywhere before heading back to the main floor.

Garrus is leaning against the counters in the kitchen, arms crossed and mandibles flared in a way that is both amused and annoyed, “Clearly, Anderson hasn’t actually been here in quite some time.”

“Why…?”

“No food.”

That makes her pause, brows raised, “No food?”

“Nope. There’s some spices, lots of alcohol, bottles of water… but no actual food, Levo or Dextro.”

“Not even frozen?”

“Only if you count ice cubes, Shepard.”

“Well.” Arisa hmms for a second before shrugging, bringing up her omnitool to check her account balance - not a huge sum, but should definitely be enough for some groceries - “Then I guess we need to go grocery shopping.”

“We could just go for sushi…” he hums, smirk obvious when she shoots him a dirty look, “Or, y'know, takeout in general. Gotta be a half decent place around that serves Levo and Dextro.”

“Is this some feeble attempt at getting out of grocery shopping with me, Garrus?” she accuses, attention grabbed by a sudden pinging from the message terminal, “If it is, it’s not working.”

“Hey, I don’t mind tagging along, but it’s not like I can give any input on groceries. No point in buying anything Dextro just to have a ton of leftovers after one meal.”

“Garrus, your input is damn vital if you’re going to be living here. We need supplies for you, to, Vakarian, unless you’re planning to starve?”

That makes him freeze, mandibles flared in surprise, and Arisa plants her hands on her hips and just gives him a look.

“Living… here? With you?”

“Well, yeah. We basically already share my cabin on the Normandy. As far as I’m concerned, this is our apartment.” she’s not sure how to take his reaction, so she heads for the den to check the still pinging messages, “Where were you planning to stay?”

“My, ah, old apartment, from before you…” he makes a sort of strangled noise, and she knows he means before you died. “I didn’t want to… assume anything, or intrude…”

Arisa lets herself snort at that, reading over the emails with a smirk, “Garrus Vakarian, you are never intruding unless I say so, okay? I’ll let you know if you ever cross any lines. Trust me when I say; you haven’t. I want you in my cabin, and I want you here.”

“Well, then, when you put it that way…”

“Damn right. So, looks like Joker wants to throw a party… shouldn’t be a problem… and Anderson gave me access to a second personal account… holy shit, Anderson, what are you - hey!”

Garrus wraps his arms around her waist and yanks her back against him before she can react, purring and nuzzling against her cheek. Arisa just grins and leans into him, letting her hands rest over his and enjoying the embrace.

“You and me, all alone in this big old apartment,” he chuckles, and the stark longing in his voice makes her shiver. “I think I like this plan.”

“Good. Because you’re stuck with me, now.” Shepard turns and goes up on her toes, grinning smugly when he automatically bends to press their foreheads together, “No Shepard without Vakarian, right?”

“No Vakarian without Shepard, either.” Garrus rumbles back, and she’s about ready to say screw the food when he pulls back and tugs on her hand, walking backwards towards the front door.

“Now then. Let’s get those groceries taken care of so we can spend some… quality time together, huh?”

Arisa smirks, grip tight, “Hell, yes.”

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[jisokai]

How about a scenario where V and Mc went on a date during the winter and they decided to go skating at a frozen lake. Suddenly the ice cracked and mc falls into the frozen lake. Angst is life ♥

agree i love angst,, poor baby v tho sksjdskjd. i gave it a happy ending bc i can’t give him anymore pain T-T it might be a little less angsty than you hoped im sorry aa!! i also made it so he could see bc wtf it’d be a mess if he couldnt

scenario - v and mc on an ice skating date over a frozen lake [angst + fluff]

- you two probably discovered the lake one day while walking around and decided to come back for a date- it was serene and beautiful and all v could think about was you sliding around as the snow fell on your face- you two tied on your skates and started gliding around v slipping a billion times bc hes a clumsy ass- you were holding hands for majority of the time, but he let go to use his camera and get pictures of you- and behold,, when you drifted a bit from him, you ended up in a rather,,, unsteady part of the ice- as you turned to head back to him, cracks suddenly appeared under your shoes and you panicked- he probably didnt see it until he got closer, and immediately tried to think of what to do- he’s trying to calm you down and edge you away slowly, but the pressure from your body was too much for the thin ice, giving in and breaking- you scream for him as you fall in, reaching out of grasp and into the water- your body is so cold you cant move, just praying v can help you out or manage to get help. but your slowly sinking and running out of time- v tries to run over and falls thats not how skates work, but manages to get back up and slide to you- the ice could still break though and he wants to make sure you dont both end up in the water, so hes extremely cautious- he manages to grab your hand and start pulling, but the ice starts cracking again so hes under a time crunch- he uses all his strength and pulls you out at once, immediately trying to skate you off the lake while the ice cracks under his feet- he finally makes it to the grass and sprints as fast as he can to the car, skates still on. you’re in his arms, half asleep from the shock, and shivering.- hes getting you in as soon as he can, trying to decide if he should take you to the hospital or just help you now. deciding to be safe, he focuses on getting you warm again, starting the car and blasting the heat. - he probably pulls up a wiki article on what to do tbh i mean thats what i did when i wrote this- as you sit in the passenger seat, hes undressing you down to your undergarments, not a trace of indecency in his mind. immediately, hes grabbing any blanket or jacket thats dry and covering you- youre still partially asleep, extremely tired from everything. as he waits for you to heat up, he can finally take a moment to breathe and sits in the drivers seat. the doors are closed and the air is blowing as hard as possible.- he feels so terrible he doesnt know what to do. his cameras ruined from all the water, but its the least of his concerns. hes more worried about your safety and how he jeopardized it.- the hospitals a while away, so he decides itd be better to take you to his place and get you by a heater. he knows youll at least get a cold, so he wants to be able to prepare you soup and medicine.- youre more concious when he pulls in and carries you to the couch. more blankets are piled on top of you and he starts a fire as well as turns up the heat. he makes a cup of tea and sets it by you before changing into different clothes.- he probably puts some of his sweatpants and a large shirt in the dryer for you to wear so theyll be really warm- when you finally fully wake up hes apologizing profusely and checking up on you relentlessly. you have to reassure him over and over that youll be fine and he starts to tear up omhngn poor baby- he leans over you to give you a huge hug and kisses all over your face, both of you now bundled in a tons of blankets- you end up falling back asleep and hes just so happy youre okay- ends up falling asleep with you and keeps you warm as you two nap - and in the morning when you feel like shit and start coughing and sneezing, he already has the soup and medicine prepared

i hope you liked it!!! angst is so good but i feel like i didnt write it well in this im sorry :(( feel free to submit your own request as long as it fits my guidelines!!

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