#(INSTANT dislike i’m crying-)

[shawtuzi]

here’s some nerd!eren hc’s bc i’m bored n high/// 18+

- for starters he’s such a good listener but honestly is that really a surprise? even after a day of listening to lectures in class he still asks how your day is and doesn’t even care if you get sidetracked and begin to talk about something else <//3

- started growing his hair out bc you love to play with it especially when you can tell he’s getting stressed while doing his assignments. once you see his brow furrowed in the slightest you’re on his lap in an instant running your fingers through his soft locs

- he eventually gets distracted and ends up talking to you instead which usually leads to him lifting up your top so he can suck and nibble on your tits while your fingers lightly scratch at his scalp

- wears his glasses almost 90% of the time but if it’s a special occasion he’ll wear his contacts

- out of all the men you’ve hooked up with/ briefly dated he’s the only one that can make you a shaking, crying mess from how good he fucks you and why is that you ask?? bc after a conversation about the things you liked and disliked in bed he listened to every single word

- almost always preps you before sex by making you cum at least three times on his fingers bc baby boy never ever wants to hurt you with that massive third leg he has

- if he’s really out of it while y’all are having sex he may let out a curse in german or utter a few sweet words in his native tongue. he doesn’t speak the language often but when he does you hang on to his every word. he just makes it sound so hot what can i say

- loves and i mean loves to have you cockwarm him while he studies, believe it or not it actually helps him bc the sooner he finishes the sooner he can pump you full of his cum

- his favorite position is when you ride him for obvious reasons. he loves to watch your breasts bounce while you move up and down and loves it even more when you shove your fingers in his mouth to keep him from moaning so loud :((

- he’s tall i wanna say like 6’3? and he’s superrr lanky so expect a lot of forehead kisses and kisses on the crown of your head

- i’ve mentioned this before but he cums very easily and quite a lot too he just adores watching your little pussy struggle to hold every drop he’s given you

- if he had to pick a song that reminded him of you it would be dreams, fairytales, fantasies by a$ap ferg hehe

- he’s very vocal during sex and has a tendency to whimper directly in your ear to let you know how good you’re making him feel. he’s not very into degrading BUT he will never hesitate to tell you how much of a good girl you are and how beautiful you look on top of him <333

#i’ll probably delete this later #but i literally cant stop thinking about him #eren smut #eren yeager smut #eren jaeger smut #aot smut #attack on titan smut #eren yeager #eren yeager x reader #eren jaeger x reader

[scekrex]

This is the same Anon who requested Lucifer’s Ex! Reader and I loved it <3 <3 and I’m really glad your interested in the angst fic 😭😭

One thing I disliked (?) about the finale, is that the Angel’s just LEAVE Adam’s body in hell. Like, no attempt to get it back up there, just “we’re gone, peace out 🫥✌️” So what if Reader, after being informed by Sera or Lute about Adam’s death, he quickly rushes down into hell to get his body (or honestly he just doesn’t believe that he’s dead yet)

When he gets there, he finds Adam and just breaks down. (imagine Reader putting his hand on Adam’s cheek and wiping away the blood, just like how Adam did with Reader’s tears all the way back in Eden 🥲) I’m also assuming this is literally as they’re rebuilding the hotel. So randomly they just see a portal open in the sky and assume its like reinforcements, only to see a single Angel come down and start crying over Adam. Everyone is just confused cause no one knows who the Reader is except Lucifer. (And probably Vaggie or Charlie -depending on how much she knows about her dads past-)

I’m not sure how I’d want it to end, but I thought maybe Lucifer tried to comfort Reader (not sure about that or if Reader just sees him, your choice), only for him to blow up at Lucifer and just unleash all his pent up anger and sadness at him. About how he just keeps ruining his life and how he thought he could finally be happy with Adam. (Just really getting into the nitty-gritty of it all) And after he’s done he just takes a deep breath, silently walks back to Adam, picks him up, and flies home. Leaving a completely silent Lucifer behind him.

Seriously, I loved Part. 1 so much! Even if it was short, I found it to be just enough for the overall theme of it!! Hope you have a great rest of your day <3<3

First: I'm glad you liked the first part despite it being short <3 Second: nah because that bothered me too, like why didn't Lute carry his ass back to heaven?? Excuse me? She took his halo, might as well lift this gigantic fuckhead up and fly him back to the pearly gates.

Part 1

You're dead to me, stop saying my name like beetlejuice

pairing: Adam x male!reader

warnings: language, hurt/no comfort, major character death

note: not beta read bc fuck you I don't have beta readers

You stared at Sera in disbelief, it couldn’t be true, she must be lying, there was simply no way for her words to be true. “No,” you mumbled to yourself as you turned your head to seek confirmation in the assumption that Sera was lying. But the white haired woman stared at the tiled floor in silence, she didn’t even dare to meet your eyes once. “You are joking,” this time you spoke up louder, clearer, stronger, convinced that the people in this room were all lying to you and that Adam would bust those office doors open any moment to greet you with the most horrible pick-up line heaven had ever heard. But the doors stayed closed and Sera lowered her head, “I’m afraid that is not the case.”

You fully turned towards Lute as your voice started to fill with the anger you were feeling, the hatred towards her and the other exorcists was audible, “So you just left him there?” Sera slowly walked up to you, her hand came down onto your shoulder in a sad attempt to try and calm you down, you tore your body away from her touch in an instant, taking one step closer towards Lute. The lieutenant remained silent though, not a single noise left her throat and you wondered if she was even breathing. She also continued to stare at the floor and for a moment you thought that something that came close to regret reflected in her eyes, but it was gone too quickly so you weren’t sure. “Answer me,” you growled as you towered over the exorcist. Sera had backed off, she had noticed that there was no use in trying to calm you down, that her attempts would only feed into your rage. “Yes, Sir,” her voice was quiet, submissive even. It was so unlike Lute to submit this easily, in all the years you’ve known her she had never done something similar, she had always had a cocky comment waiting on the tip of her tongue, just like Adam.

That was enough though, you turned around, your back was facing the lieutenant, and snapped your fingers to make one of the oh so familiar golden portals appear. They had always tasted bittersweet, even before the exterminations. Hell was no place for angels to visit, no matter the reason. Heaven was made for your kind, hell was to keep the sinners burning, why in God’s mighty name would an angel leave heaven on its free will to pay hell a visit? Well, in your case the answer was love. Sera watched as the portal opened, it revealed a view down onto Charlie’s infamous hotel. There was golden blood everywhere and in the distance you saw the golden wings of your lover. They had truly left him there, probably wounded and helpless, unable to make it back home on his own. “Y/N you should not-” you tuned Sera’s words out, nothing that she could say would stop you.

You spread your wings and flew through the portal, heading straight downwards to where you had seen Adam’s wings gleaming.

Lucifer’s eyes widened as yet another portal opened, would they send another army? Was the battle about to continue? But then his eyes landed on you and he knew that danger would not follow a creature as peaceful as you - you would not lead an army in Adam’s name. Though you didn’t believe in Charlie’s idea of rehabilitation, you also disliked the exterminations. Lucifer had always seen you as a neutral-good in-between. But why were you paying them a visit, you had ever set foot in hell before after all. “Dad?” Charlie asked as she came up next to him, her eyes just as focused on you as his were. And while his daughter’s eyes were filled with confusion, his own held love.

You were quick to land next to Adam’s body, he was not moving, didn’t even look up to see who was there, who was trying to save him. The ground felt hard underneath your knees as they hit it forcefully due to your legs giving out but you could not bring yourself to mind, not when Adam was not moving and not breathing either. His body was laying in a puddle of his own golden blood, your hands grabbed him firmly, pulling him close to you so that his head was resting in your lap as you gently pushed the sweaty hair out of his face. Your thumb wiped the blood from his cheek and despite your senses telling you that he was gone for good, you hoped he would open his beautiful golden eyes and look up at you, maybe make a cocky comment. But that didn’t happen. It didn’t happen immediately, it didn’t happen ten minutes later. You felt his body growing cold and wrapped your wings around the both of you in order to keep it warm - there was surely no point in doing so though. Adam was gone and he would not return. Tears fell from your eyes onto his soft skin, you no longer found yourself able to hold them back, not when the one you love was gone without any way for him to return.

“Y/N,” a familiar voice spoke from behind you and your body flinched at just the sound of it - Lucifer. Of course he would play a part in this, he always played some sort of part whenever you lost something. Out of reflex you pulled Adam’s corpse closer to your body, his face was now resting against your chest, the blood of his seeped into the fabric of your once pure robe, it stained the white feathers that covered your wings and it stuck to your skin, none of these things you cared about. His blood on you was the only thing you had left of him. “I’m sorry, I-” you interrupted the devil without bothering to look at him, he was not worthy of being the center of your attention, not after what he had done, what he had taken from you. “Leave,” you simply said, the pain was not hidden, it reflected in your voice, in your tears and in the way your body clung to Adam’s. But like always Lucifer didn’t listen, he stepped closer, you felt it in every inch of your bones. When he dared to rest his hand on your shoulder, you tore away from his grip just as you had from Sera’s touch earlier. “I said leave, don’t make things worse,” that earned you the attention of Charlie, Lucifer's little duckling, “What does he mean, dad?” You heard how the devil sighed deeply - so he had not told her about you, why should he, you two had just been a thing for only God knew how long before Lilith had been created. Nothing important, a nice experience, that’s what you were to Lucifer. To Adam on the other hand you had been everything and he had been everything to you as well.

A kiss was pressed to Adam’s forehead before you gently put his body back on the ground and got up to face the king of hell and the man involved in Adam’s death. “Oh has daddy never told you about his ex boyfriend?” your voice sounded sweet yet broken, you wanted Lucifer to go through the same kind of pain that you were going through. The pain he had once again caused. Charlie frowned at you, turned her head to look at Vaggie who had just joined the group. “Y/N?” she asked, sounding quite surprised. That surprise left her eyes when she spotted Adam’s blood on you though, her facial expression turned sour and she added, “He got what he deserves.” The short, blonde man seemed to disagree with the former exorcist, yet he did not voice his disagreement. Coward. Instead he once again tried to offer you comfort as he opened his arms, inviting you in for a hug. Looking the devil up and down you huffed angrily, how dare he?

“You have some nerves, Lucifer,” you started, hatred was dripping from your voice as you rounded the fallen angel, you kept one eye on Adam though, making sure that none of the filth down here dared to touch the first man. “First, you tore my heart apart, left me to bleed dry just to get it going with the woman that Father had made for Adam,” you pointed to the brunette in anger, that day Lucifer had not only hurt you, no even worse, he had also turned both of the women created for the first man against the one they had been made for. He had hurt Adam and in your book that was way worse than what he had done to you. “And now that I had everything I ever desired, a loving and caring partner that I was planning my future with, you had to show up and ruin my life once more,” despite his former rank, Lucifer was shorter than you and therefore allowed you to tower over him as the volume of your voice only rose, “Every time you show up you ruin something, you’re no good, a failure and you deserve to burn in hells everlasting fire, I hope the flames eat your heart just like they devoured mine.” You watched as the devil lowered his head, making himself appear even smaller than he already was. “You ruined everything good, you had done so ever since the start of creation, I hope Father punishes you for your behavior,” you raised your wings in order to make yourself appear taller as Vaggie and Charlie rushed to Lucifer’s side. You were done here, you had said everything you had wanted to say.

You walked back to where Adam’s corpse grew colder and colder, effortlessly lifted the first man up. Suspicion clouded your mind for a moment when you weren’t able to spot Adam’s fallen halo on the dirty ground, had Lute taken it? A question that you would ask her later. You firmly held the dead angel as you pushed yourself off the ground and headed back to the golden portal that was waiting for you to return home. But there was no home for you anymore, the person you had called home was dead in your arms, killed by the devil and his sinners. They had taken everything from you and you swore that you would return this favor one day.

#hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel adam #adam x male reader #male reader #adam x y/n #adam x reader #adam x you

[ladykailitha]

Can Anybody See Me? Part 11

This one is a bit angsty. Steve has a panic attack, so if that bothers you, you can skip it. It’s just a soft interlude with Eddie and Steve. And of course a bit recreational drug use. Also every school needs an urban legend or ghost story.

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10

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Steve loved drama and the play. He did not love his pottery class. The teacher Mr Lovett had taken an instant dislike to the fact that Steve had joined his class half way through the first semester and therefore missed all the fundamentals.

And worse Mrs Hall refused to let him change it at the start of the new semester. So he was stuck in a class he knew nothing about, where the teacher hated him, the other students ignored him, and he was pretty sure he was failing.

“Look,” Steve told Mrs Hall. “I just want to know if I fail pottery if I’m still going to graduate. That’s it and then I will be out of your hair until graduation. I swear it.”

Mrs Hall sighed and went looking through her file on him, clicking her tongue as she thumbed through his transcripts.

“If pass all your other classes and get above a C+ in drama, you should still graduate,” she said after several minutes of cold silence.

Steve sighed in relief. Those involved with the play were given automatic passing grades, so as long he did the other assignments, he was on track to graduate.

“Thank you, Mrs Hall.”

He stood up and began to walk to the door when she called out to him.

“Mr Harrington,” Mrs Hall said, “I know boys will do whatever they want, but please stay away from Edmond Munson. That boy and his little cult of Satanic worshiping D&D lovers will only cause you further ostracization of your peers.”

Steve blinked. “I beg your pardon, ma’am, but before Eddie took me under his wing, I was friendless and alone”

Mrs Hall tutted. “Better to be friendless and alone than to be caught up in a cult.”

He frowned in confusion and hurt. “Are you going to tell my parents?”

“I should,” she sneered. “But I could get into a lot of trouble if I do, so I will stay out of it. You only have a few more months of school anyway. But know that I will keep my eyes on you.” She wagged her finger at him and then shooed him away.

Steve ran to the bathroom and slammed the stall door shut. He forced himself to breathe like Eddie taught him, but he couldn’t get his breath under control. He heard someone enter and start pissing.

Steve tried to keep quiet but his breathing made it hard. There was the sound of running water and suddenly he couldn’t hear anything else. It was like water rushing around his head. He let out a strangled cry, thinking that whoever was out there had gone.

But he was wrong.

“Hey, is there someone in here?” Eddie asked.

Steve let out another sob but this time in relief.

“Steve?” Eddie whispered.

He tried to get a word out, but all that came was wordless gurgling.

“Shit!”

Steve could hear Eddie run out the door and the relief he felt crumbled to dust. He started sobbing and couldn’t stop.

“Steve?” Eddie’s voice came again. “Hey, sweetheart, can you open the door for me?”

Steve struggled for a moment or two before he managed to get the door latch free for the door swing open. He stumbled out, right into Eddie’s arms.

Eddie managed to keep them upright but barely. “Holy shit, are you okay?”

Steve shook his head.

“Hey, hey,” Eddie cooed. “I’ve gotcha, big boy.” He led them over them to sit on the floor.

“Aren’t you worried someone’s gonna come in?” Steve asked after a moment of just sitting in silence.

“Nah!” Eddie said with a grin. “I put out the ‘Out of Order’ sign. We’ll be good for a while.”

Steve frowned for a moment. “So that’s where you ran off to.”

Eddie raised an eyebrow and then the other shot up to join it. “Did you think that I ran out on you?”

Steve curled in on himself. “Everyone else does.”

“Except your kids,” Eddie pointed out. “And except me. Okay?” He put his arm around him and drew him close. “You want to talk about what happened just now?”

“I had my meeting with Mrs Hall,” Steve mumbled.

“Yeah?” Eddie said. “She let you out of pottery?”

Steve shook his head. “She still refuses. I think she’s in cahoots with Mr Lovett to my senior year as miserable as possible.”

Eddie tucked Steve’s head under his chin. “That’s just bullshit, sweetheart. I’m sorry this year has been so bad for you.”

Steve was quiet for a moment. He raised his head to look Eddie in the eye. “And then she had the gall to suggest that being friends with you was worse than being alone.”

Eddie’s eyes went wide. “She did what?”

Steve nodded. “If it didn’t mean detention and the possibility of not being able to graduate on time, I would have told her fuck off.”

Eddie kissed the top of Steve’s head. “I am a bad influence on you, you know.”

Steve chuckled. “Don’t care. I think you and your friends were the first people to like me for me instead of the Harrington name.”

Eddie grinned. “What the matter, Stevie? Don’t like being a Harrington?”

He shook his head. “Hell no, I’d change if I could.”

“How about Munson?” Eddie teased.

Steve laughed out right. “I think you skipped twelve steps there. At least buy me dinner first.”

Eddie blushed as Steve lowered his head on his shoulder and sighed.

“I should get back to class,” he murmured, “but I don’t think I can face other people right now.”

“So don’t,” Eddie said, standing up. He pulled Steve to his feet. “Come on, you and I are playing hooky!”

“Eddie!” Steve laughed, but let him pull him along.

They got out to Eddie’s van, breathless and giggling.

“Where to?” Steve asked as he yanked open the passenger side door.

Eddie just grinned. “I know just the place.”

They started driving and Steve could feel the weight of the world lift from his shoulders the farther they got from the high school.

“Thanks for the assist, Eds,” he said softly. “It’s nice knowing people care.”

Eddie shook his head. “Don’t thank me for being a decent human being, man. It’s embarrassing.”

Steve laughed. “Still a nice feeling.”

They drove the rest of the way in silence. They got out to Lover’s Lake and to a nice boat house.

“I know the owner,” Eddie said. “So sometimes I like to come out here and think. Just look at the water and let it take away all my troubles.”

Steve sat there and listened to the wind on the water.

Eddie pulled out a pack of cigarettes from somewhere. “You smoke?”

Steve nodded and took one off of him.

Eddie patted his coat and pants, cigarette dangling from his lips. “Shit. I think I left my lighter out in the van.”

Steve dug into his pocket and pulled out his Zippo. He lit Eddie’s cigarette first and then his own.

“Thanks, man,” Eddie said.

Steve shrugged. “Not a problem. You provided the smoke, I provided the light.”

Eddie huffed out a laugh. “Fair enough.”

They sat there in comfortable silence for a while.

“You know, it’s forced conformity that made Mrs Hall who she is,” Eddie said.

“What’s that?” Steve asked.

“You must have missed some of my table rants, then.”

Steve shook his head. “I try not stare at pretty boys when they’re drawing attention to themselves. It makes the whole not straight thing a little more obvious. Especially since that was something I knew wasn’t what straight boys did.”

Eddie leaned into his space. “You think I’m pretty, Harrington?”

Steve fobbed him off with his elbow. “You know you are, man. You don’t need me to say it.”

“Joke’s on you, pretty boy,” Eddie cooed. “Flattery works on me.”

Steve blushed and ducked his head. “Duly noted.”

Eddie cackled.

After they finished their cigarettes, Eddie went digging around the boat house.

“Ah ha!” he said triumphantly, holding up a bag of weed. “You partake, Stevie?”

Steve rolled his eyes. “I have been to a Tommy H party at least once or twice in my life.”

“Ahhh...” Eddie sighed happily. “One of my best customers.”

Steve giggled. “You got any papers to roll or are we just going to light it on fire and try to get high on the fumes?”

Eddie laughed. He tossed Steve the bag and continued to dig around some more. He pulled out another prize with a “Eureka!”

He shows the bong to Steve with a feral grin.

“Yeah, okay,” Steve said a startled laugh. “That works.”

They passed it back and forth, slowly getting high.

“So what’s forced conformity?” Steve asked after a few minutes.

Eddie hummed and then said, “Oh. It’s this theory I have. Parents, teachers, school counselors trying to force kids into specific boxes. Skinny, scrably kid? Must be a nerd and likes science. Only the kid hates science and math. Maybe he likes art and music. Something that schools are always trying to get rid of by the way. When there are budget cuts, those are always, always the first to be axed.

“Music is also something that is hotly contested. Don’t talk about sex or drugs or even feeling sad, really. Stay in the correct societal lines. No jazz or rock or metal. Just country or pop. Even though those two genres would be nothing without the jazz or blues. Black people’s music...”

Eddie continued to rant as Steve watched him wave his hands around in obvious enthusiasm.

“Does that make sense?” he said after a long time.

Steve who had been mildly buzzed throughout the whole thing nodded. “I think so. And I think...” he frowned. He looked up at Eddie with shining eyes and quivering lip. “I don’t know what I am. Sexually, I mean.”

Eddie sat up. “You don’t have to decide anything right now. You clearly are attracted to men. Does that mean that you aren’t attracted to women? Not necessarily. Like Marty likes both, but he prefers men. Uh...another person I know. They don’t go here obviously. But they prefer women. But every once in a while, they find a man that lights up their world and they go for it.” He huffed out a laugh. “Despite what the name suggests, bisexuality isn’t 50/50.”

Steve frowned. “Huh. Okay. That gives more to think about.”

Eddie shook his head. “You’re still in high school, dude. You have your whole life to figure this out.”

Steve’s answering smile was effervescent. “Thanks, Eds. For all of this today. I just needed to get out of my head for awhile.”

Eddie gave Steve’s shoulder a squeeze. “Any time, Stevie.” He stood up and dusted himself off. “Come on, I should get you back to the school to pick up your car.”

Steve nodded. “Yeah, otherwise the auto-body club will strip it for parts and leave it on concrete blocks by morning.”

Eddie laughed. “Yeah, let’s go with that.”

“It’s true!” Steve protested as he got up to follow him.

“It’s really not,” Eddie said. “It’s an urban legend.”

“Come on...” Steve said.

Eddie just shook his head and led them back to civilization.

Part 12  Part 13  Part 14  Part 15  Part 16  Part 17 Part 18  Part 19  Part 20  Part 21

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[noonajoe]

When he needs you (Kageyama Tobio x Reader)

Pairing: Kageyama x Reader

Word Count: 352

©noonajoe (Published on 24 March 2023 - 12:25 Bangkok Time) this story is not going to be sold, modified, or translated in any manner.

*Kageyama is calling you*

“Y/N, where are you now?”

“I’m at a convenience store near the apartment, what’s up, Tobi?” you hang the phone while you giving your things to the cashier

“No… It’s just, I want to hear your voice”

You remained silent, waiting for him to say something

After packaging your things into a bag, you knew there was something wrong because he still remained silent

Still waiting for his answer, in the end, you offer him comfort,

“I’m on my way to your apartment, okay?”

“Mhm…”

Yeah, definitely something wrong.

“Do you want something? Ice creams, lemon soda, or what?”

“No…” his voice breaks, you know he wants to cry so bad. But a tsundere Kageyama dislikes to cry on the phone.

Because his apartment is nearby, you kept walking while talking with him on the phone, “Tobi can hold up tears okay? I’m on to the elevator, I know you hate crying on your phone”

“Yeah.. okay….” He answers quietly

You arrived on his unit floor and quickly knocked on his front door. He saw you drenched in sweat indicates you walk real quick just to meet him. You can him, looking at his swollen face, still not saying anything except “hi”

You put your shopping bag on his dining table, hurriedly unwrap your jacket, and hug him.

“Did Tobi have a bad day today?”

He only nods, then he rubs his head over your shoulder

“Okay, that means yes. May I know what just happened?”

“Not selected… for next national representatives”

“Okay… It's going to be ok, Tobi. You are great, okay? You can shine next time"

"Mhm," he still hugged you, eager not to let go.

"I can't get out from this sadness" he quietly said, still crying on your shoulder.

"It's okay, let's go to the bed, shall we? you're probably dizzy to thinking those things, okay?"

"Okay...." you drag him to his bedroom, lying him on the bed. You want to make instant hot ramen for him, but he doesn't want to let you go.

"You probably not eating for a day, I'll make quick ramen then we can cuddle again, ok?"

“Don’t leave…” he said, hugging you more tightly than before. Hearing those, you remained sleep beside him.

In the end, he sleeps in your arms, hearing your amazing word of affirmation, comfort him as much as you could.

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[mqverick]

Waking On Air || chapter 3

What was worse than the situation between you, Pete and Tom? The food they served at the lunch hall in Top Gun. Honestly, an abomination — and you hadn’t even thought to bring your own lunch, which meant you had to bare with the tasteless stuff they served as so called food. For some reason, Tom was enjoying it, almost done with his plate as he offered you his bread, which you accepted (but did not entirely eat), picking on crumbs and putting it on your disk as you stared blankly right through your boyfriend’s head. A few tables behind, you could make out Goose laughing his heart out and Maverick joining him as well, keeping a lower profile. An instant smile tugged at the corners of your own lips, eyes glowing at the sight of him seeming so happy and unbothered.

Your view was blocked by Tom cocking his head to the side, grinning lazily. “What’re you lookin at?”

Suddenly flustered, you avoided eye contact and tried to shrug off the fact that you’d been staring at the man your boyfriend disliked the most right in front of him without him having any idea.

“Nothing, just you,” you replied, hoping he’d buy it. Apparently, he was lovestruck enough to do so.

“Food not good?” he asked, noticing you hadn’t touched your plate. You nodded in agreement and excused yourself to go get a glass of water. As you walked through the crowd, you felt yourself accidentally bump on someone and you prayed it wouldn’t be who you thought it was, but then again, you’ve never been the lucky type of girl.

“We need to stop meeting like this,” you mumbled, dusting your chest off. Maverick smirked and moved his head in semi agreement, even though in his opinion, he wouldn’t mind a few more bumps if it meant he’d get to see you.

“Will I be seeing you tonight?” he asked and your cheeks flushed in a deep shade of crimson.

“Pete…” you started but trailed off, not knowing what the answer would be. Your brain was split in half; part of it wanted to turn him down, choose the safe option and kindly back out of a bunch of upcoming problems. Part of it.

“Please,” he begged and you swore you’d never heard a man pronounce this word as beautifully as it fell out of Maverick’s lips. “There’s no harm in two flying mates to meet up, anyway. I’ll be waiting for you even if you decide not to show up.”

“Show up where?”

Your entire body froze in terror the moment you heard your boyfriend’s voice repeat Pete’s last sentence. You wished it was all part of a nightmare, because — no, this was not happening — not now, not to you. As if you were a criminal caught in cold blood, you slowly turned your head around, face to face with a fuming Tom Kazansky. His hands were shaped into fists and you could tell that if you were not standing in front of him, he would’ve jumped on Maverick with fury.

“Tom, it’s not —”

“No, Roger, please,” he interrupted, voice raised, “I want to know if you plan on going around with Mitchell in the middle of the night while I think you’re sleeping next to me, like the fucking fool I am, is that right?”

God, you wanted to cry. This is exactly what you’d been trying to avoid the whole time, yet had failed miserably. You hesitantly took a few steps closer towards Tom, throwing Maverick a look as if to tell him to get his ass out of there as fast as he could. Tom backed away from you, opening his mouth to say something but never letting anything out. Instead, he stormed off outside.

You followed him, almost stumping from trying to catch up. “Ice!” you called, but nothing. “Tom!”

He turned around with force and you could make out tears starting to well up in his eyes. His whole face was red and he was trying the best he could to not break down — or at least that’s what it looked like. “I expected this kind of behavior from Maverick, hell, I’m pretty sure I’d be surprised if he didn’t hit on you, but from you?”

You scrunched up your face, trying to block back your own sniffles. There wasn’t anything you could say that would change what he’d heard, so you opted to remain silent, which he did not take as well as you hoped he would. Beginning to walk away from you again, you let out a big sigh you did not know you were holding. “Tom!” you shouted, voice echoing in the corridor. Your pace quickened along with his, breathing heavily through your mouth, seeing as your nose was getting stuffy. “I wouldn’t go with him!”

Tom quits walking so abruptly that you nearly fall on him. You can take a clearer look at his face now; seeing him like that making you devastated. His lips were pressed tightly together and his eyelids were getting puffy and red. Your mouth parted, but as your brain fought to send words up your throat, Tom scoffed, wiping non existent tears off his cheeks.

“Oh, you wouldn’t go with him!” he repeated, faking his way through the most ridiculous grin you’d seen. “Well, that makes everything so much easier and happier for me, then!” You hated the sarcasm in his voice, which was ironic, seeing as you barely had any right to hate him, especially during that moment.

“Just — please, listen to me.”

“No, I will not listen to you. I’m tired of listening to you; ‘No, Iceman, he’s not ogling me!’, ‘no, there’s nothing going on between us’ — clearly, you’ve been lying this entire time, straight into my face, but what gets to me the most is how you fucking love to deny any sign of interaction with him while making plans to — what? — meet up under the moonlight and the starry sky?”

Streaming tears were falling down your cheeks now, eyes red in all feelings of embarrassment, sadness and anger. How dare he accuse you of cheating? How dare he when all you’ve been trying to do is restrain your fucking self from Maverick so painfully hard? Your gaze drifts, because you have no remains of dignity left in your body, but suddenly, Tom jerks your chin back up, forcing your eyes to meet his. Everything around you feels hot and suffocating and you know it’s the same for him.

“Do you love him now, is that it? Have you slept together, did he cast spells around you or something?” You didn’t know how or when it happened, but your eyes catch sight of your hand flying right across his face. You gasped the moment the slapping sound rings through your ears, mind fading in a blurry haze. Iceman held his cheek where you’d hit him, mouth agape as he stared at you unfazed.

“I’d never fucking cheat on you, asshole! How do you even have the nerve to accuse me of something like that?!” you ask, voice coming out louder and angrier than expected. He let out a bitter chuckle as he released his cheek.

“I don’t know, ask your boyfriend.”

“Do you think we’re in fucking middle school?” you questioned, screaming at the top of your lungs as you watched him walk away from you for once more without giving you an answer. You felt too exhausted to follow him this time, simply collapsing onto the floor, hands coming around to hug your knees as you buried your face deep into them, biting hard at your lip to keep it from trembling. All you knew was that you’d hurt one of the people you cared for the most — or at least used to — and he’d hurt you back, which was deserved (as you’d convinced yourself to believe).

Your eyes were still sore as you dragged your legs all the way back to your place after having made stops at every bar in your way, just to get inside and look at people drink and dance happily together. It was getting late and you had no motivation whatsoever to keep the day going. Falling asleep would be hard — impossible even, especially after the way both of you and Tom had acted during your first major argument. You didn’t want to lie to yourself; it was high time the heated moment happened, honestly, you were surprised he hadn’t snapped earlier. Your house felt empty and cold and so did you, despite all the layers of clothing you were wearing. Your eyes heavily glanced over at the clock on your living room’s wall to see the time. Every muscle inside you screamed not to do it, not when it would risk losing Tom, losing yourself, but you’ve always been the stubborn type of person.

As promised, there he was, sitting on his motorcycle and staring down at the beach from the cliff tops. You cleared your throat and his head instantly shot up, a huge grin spreading across his features at the unexpected sight of you.

“You came,” he said softly in disbelief, which made your heart flutter. Had you not showed up, would he have stayed there waiting for you all night? The thought made you warm. Maverick got up from his bike, moving towards you as in to hug you, but stopped in his tracks, keeping his arms uncomfortably on his sides as he pursed his lips. A light wave of wind ghosted between the two of you and you suddenly felt a lot chillier than you recalled yourself feeling a few moments ago. Maverick noticed and shrugged his bomber off, placing it around your shoulders gently. The warmth of it embraced you along with the smell of his cologne and you snuggled eagerly into it, embarrassed at how needy he made you feel with so little.

“Ice and I had a fight,” you blubbered.

“I know. I think half of Miramar heard.”

You chuckled bitterly, kicking on the sandy ground. You didn’t know what to say or do, even though your mind had a few ideas of its own. Maverick patted the seat of his bike, helping you get up on it. The touch his hand held around your waist burned in the nicest way and you wanted to feel more of him on your body. When he positioned himself next to you, you realized how close he was, knees almost bumping into each other. Even though the sky was dark, his eyes were glistening uniquely under the moonlight, wind blowing his hair into every direction and making it all messy — he was so captivating that you had to hold your breath when you realized that he was giving you that look again.

“Don’t look at me like that, Pete,” you murmured under your breath, loud enough for him to hear.

“How are you feeling?” he asked with genuine concern. You signed, knowing damn well that you had absolutely zero idea of how you were actually feeling. Everything had happened so fast, that you barely had any time to process it.

“Scared,” was the word that came out of your mouth when you closed your eyes to think. “I’m scared of what’s coming up. I’ve never seen Tom like that before and it’s all my fault. He’s been nothing but amazing to me the entire time we’ve been together and I honestly like him so much, but I just…” you stopped yourself before you could say anything foolish.

“It’s not your fault,” Maverick assured you with a gentle squeeze on your knee. Your eyes traveled to where his hand was sitting and you blushed. You hated how obvious you were. “Sometimes, we can’t control how we feel for others.”

The sentence came out of his mouth as if he was hurting. As if he’d been stabbed with irony and misery and it was driving him insane. You drew in a sharp breath, fidgeting with your fingers as silence fell over you. Guilt washed your face; what were you doing? Meeting up with the one you’d sworn not to give false hope to, wearing his jacket, being so close to him and listening to him dropping hints about his feelings, while Tom Kazansky, your so called boyfriend, whose heart you’d broken, was probably rotting in his place.

Pete’s name fell off your lips like a breathy whisper and you felt his hand shift on your leg, almost as if to caress it, but regretted it midway through and retreated it back to his own side.

“I’m sorry,” you heard him murmur. “I never meant for this to happen. I’m not Iceman’s biggest fan, but it’s not like I dreaded to see both of you in this situation.”

With your brain shut off and your heart picking up waves of bravery, you closed your eyes, taking a deep breath, before reaching for Maverick’s hand. Your fingers were interlocked with his and it felt like his hand was made to hold yours, which shouldn’t have felt so right, not when Iceman was still in the picture. Iceman. Iceman. Iceman.

“Maverick,” you started, tears forming in the corners of your eyes. You hated yourself more than anything for being such a shitty girlfriend to the person who never deprived you of anything you asked. You felt Pete’s fingers hold yours tighter at the sound of his call sign coming out of your mouth, butterflies erupting in your stomach.

“You called me Maverick.”

Your eyes travelled upwards only to realize he was already looking at you with the same lovesick gaze Tom had earlier in the morning at the lunch hall. You couldn’t take any more of this — seeing Maverick so fragile and sweet, unlike the first day you spoke to him. It was sending your mind places and the smell of his intoxicating cologne wrapped around the atmosphere around you was killing you slowly — and god, you wanted to never let go of him and that moment, but you couldn’t.

“I need to go,” you breathed, shifting a little to help yourself get down from his bike. You shrugged his jacket off your shoulders, handing it to him and began walking away, holding back the urge to look behind, because you were very aware of the fact that it would take only one more look from Maverick to throw everything you’d built in the garbage. You missed the way his heart broke at your departure, a thousand words flooding his mind that he had yet to wait to speak aloud.

Chapter 4

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[blergeatkitty]

[Edit: I really wish I could figured out what company manufactured him, but I’ve had zero luck so far, I guess it’ll remain a mystery]

This is Memeio (pronounced Meh-Meh-yo).

I just realized this little guy, who I got around the time I was 2 or so, is 50 years old.

He’s in remarkable shape, considering the abuse young toddler-me put him through.

When we first met, he had a music box in him.

Apparently even at an early age I was a harsh music critic as I took such an instant dislike to the music box that I held Memeio by the ears with my little hands and bashed him repeatedly against the wall until the box quit its noise and shut up and died.

I have no idea what the melody was. Probably something insipid and predictable like “Mary Had a Little Lamb”.

Anyway somehow, even with all the abuse toddler-me put him through, he managed to survive.

Well, no. Not somehow. Thankfully my grandmother and my mother were able to perform repairs as necessary.

Although, as it was explained to me, the first thing they did was perform a musicboxectomy to remove the offfending and now-defunct musical metal mechanism.

Over time, there were rips and tears. They were sewn up.

The stuffing was eventually replaced. I’m pretty sure if I opened the little guy up I’d find balled up nylon stockings (I seem to recall my mother telling me about that once).

Of course the terrycloth skin had been patched so often and worn down and re-patched and worn down again from so much hugging and lugging (I took him everywhere, we were inseparable, and the one time I left him somewhere when my parents were traveling and we had to drive back to get him I am reminded of the Calvin and Hobbes comic that captures my desolation and despair so perfectly) that his entire outer shell had been replaced multiple times before I was able to be gentle enough that he kept his final form.

I have a vivid memory of crying a stream of hot, heartbroken tears when his little eyes fell off at one point. My mom replaced them with dark, velvety new ones while I watched the surgical procedure as if it were a life-or-death medical drama (well, for me it was).

Even the little red outline of his mouth was new (since his “skin” had been replaced multiple times.

And I’ve loved the little bastard so damn much I kept him my entire life. He’s been with me FIFTY YEARS.

And I still put him up high on a shelf in my bedroom so he has a good view and can see the whole room and I say “Hello” to him whenever I see him and give him a little pat and he’s up there on the shelf with other old stuffies so he has company.

And I know there’s not a single piece of the original toy remaining, but our emotional connection is strong and unbroken and goes deeper than all that.

In fact, I’m writing about this tonight because it only just occurred to me that this is quite possibly the most personal and intimate example of that famous thought experiment that I can possibly think of.

I refer, of course, to the Sheep of Theseus.

Thank you for coming to my Ted Talk.

Goodnight.

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[ladyagatsuma]

Love Story || K. Kazuha

(Yes this is a songfic)

(You can listen to the song to have a better experience)

Character - Kaedehara Kazuha Song - Love Story by Taylor Swift Reader is female (I’m sorry non-females)

We were both young when I first saw you

Y/N met Kazuha when they were both children. They grew up together side by side. It was obvious Y/N had one of those silly childhood crushes on him.

I close my eyes and the flashback starts I’m standing there On the balcony in summer air

Y/N closed her eyes, remembering her childhood. Y/N was basically royalty in Inazuma, a similar status to the Kamisato clan. Y/N’s parents had arranged for her to marry the head of the Kamisato clan, Kamisato Ayato. Y/N’s parents had thrown a huge party to announce the engagement. Many people of high status and family Y/N had never met were there. Y/N was quite overwhelmed by the crowd, so she just stared into the sky from her balcony.

See the lights see the party the ball gowns See you make your way through the crowd and say “hello”

Y/N stood in her stunning dress, staring at all the lights around her mansion. Y/N heard a familiar voice saying greeting her from her backyard. “Kazuha?” She asked. He giggled softly. “Hello Y/N” he replied.

Little did I know That you were Romeo you were throwing pebbles and my daddy said “stay away from Juliet”

Y/N smiled at Kazuha from her balcony. Y/N’s family didn’t know, but Y/N and Kazuha had been dating for a while, since long before Y/N was arranged to marry the head of the Kamisato clan. Y/N’s family had always disliked Kazuha because he was below their status, and they started hating him after he became a wanted criminal in Inazuma. Y/N’s family had tried to completely cut her off from Kazuha, but Y/N was secretly seeing him. Y/N’s father opened the door to the balcony. “Oh there you are, Mr. Kamisato has been looking for you.” He said. Y/N looked visibly uncomfortable, but her father didn’t even notice nor did he care. Kazuha could tell by the look on the girls face she was unhappy. Y/N’s father looked down from the balcony to notice that Kazuha was standing there. “You? Stay away from my daughter you criminal! You better leave now or I will have you arrested this instant!” Her father yelled.

And I was crying on the staircase Begging you please don’t go

Kazuha apologized and walked away. “Kazuha! No don’t go!” Y/N yelled as tears started to spill from her eyes. Y/N would’ve jumped from her balcony to chase after Kazuha if her father wasn’t holding her back. “Kazuha please!” She shouted as she fell to her knees, exhausted from trying to escape her father’s grip. Y/N’s father brought her back into the estate. Y/N’s make up was all messed up because of her tears. “What are you doing sneaking out from such an occasion like this to see that criminal?” Y/N’s father yelled at her. “I…” she said sadly. “Your makeup is ruined! I’ll have the maids fix it up for you. Your mother and I will be speaking to you later.” Her father said. Y/N didn’t even want to return the the party. She didn’t care about her engagement. She wanted to be with Kazuha, but she wasn’t allowed to be. Y/N didn’t even care anymore. She jumped from her balcony to run off to Kazuha. Eventually, she caught up with him.

And I said “Romeo take me somewhere we can be alone, I’ll be waiting all there’s left to do is run. You’ll be the prince and I’ll be the princess, it’s a love story, baby just say yes!”

Y/N threw herself into Kazuha’s arms when she caught up with him. “Y/N? What are you doing here, you should be at your engagement party.” Kazuha said, as he played with your hair, trying to calm her down. “I don’t care! I want to run away with you! I want you to be my prince, not that Kamisato scumbag!” Y/N shouted as she nuzzled herself into her boyfriends chest. “Y/N, you should go back before your father finds out that you’ve left. Why don’t we meet each other in the garden tomorrow?” He asked. “Alright.” The girl said sadly, not wanting to leave her boyfriend, but realizing that this was the logical answer.

The next day

So I sneak out to the garden to see you We keep quiet ‘cause we’re dead if they knew So close your eyes Escape this town for a little while

Y/N very carefully left her now shared room. After last night, she had been forced to share her room with her fiancé, Ayato. It felt so wrong with her, laying in a bed in someone else’s arms other than Kazuha’s. She very quietly and carefully got out of her fiancés arms and out of the bed. She changed out of her pajamas and silently jumped from her balcony. She walked off to the garden that her and Kazuha had met in. “Hello, darling.” The male said sweetly as his girlfriend reached for his hand. “Hello honey.” She said. Y/N and Kazuha exchanged a look. By the look in her eyes, he knew she wanted him to kiss her. Kazuha leaned in, as him and Y/N both closed their eyes. The kiss was passionate, yet sweet, and full of true love. The kiss made them feel free for once.

Cause you were Romeo I was a Scarlett letter And my daddy said “stay away from Juliet”

As the two lovers pulled away from the kiss, the two talked for a while. “You should go back, Ayato will probably wake up and wonder where you went. We wouldn’t want him or your father to find us.” Kazuha said sadly. “Yes, I guess I should…” she said. She felt bad for doing this to Ayato, she really did, especially since he treated her so well. It was just that she didn’t truly love him. Her heart belonged to someone else.

But you were everything to me I was begging you “please don’t go!”

Deep down, Y/N wanted to beg Kazuha not to leave so that they could spend more time there, but she knew she had to return to her mansion.

And I said “Romeo take me somewhere we can be alone, I’ll be waiting all there’s left to do is run. You’ll be the prince and I’ll be the princess, it’s a love story, baby just say yes!”

As Y/N returned back home, Y/N reflected on her fantasy. She dreamed of happy ending, where Kazuha was her prince. She snook back into her home, to see that her fiancé was still asleep, she sat on the edge of the bed as her fiancé started to open his eyes. “Good morning, dear.” The male said. “Oh, good morning Ayato.” She refused to use a term of endearment on Ayato. Ayato didn’t question it, so it didn’t really matter. Y/N turned around to face her fiancé. “Did you sleep well?” She asked, halfheartedly. “Yes, and you?” He asked. “I slept fine…” she said, but it was a lie. She lied awake all night, thinking about how sleeping in Ayato’s arms felt so wrong. Ayato leaned in to kiss Y/N. She didn’t pull away, but the kiss was a bit one-sided. It wasn’t full of love and passion the way her kisses with Kazuha felt. After Ayato pulled away, Y/N couldn’t help but feel dirty. She felt like a cheater. She didn’t like playing with Ayato’s feelings. She didn’t like kissing another man other than Kazuha. But she was stuck in this situation. “I’ll go have the maids prepare some breakfast. I’ll have the maids come get you when your ready.” Her fiancé said calmly, as he began to get dressed. “Sure.” She replied, staring at her hands.

Romeo save me they’re trying to tell me how to feel This love is difficult, but it’s real

Y/N was angry with herself. She was fighting with herself in her head. She didn’t know what to do anymore. Her relationship with difficult, and she thought of breaking it off for a moment. “No! I can’t break it off! It’s difficult, but it’s true love, and that’s what matters!” Y/N scolded herself

Don’t be afraid, we’ll make it out of this mess It’s a love story, baby just say yes!

Y/N told herself that she didn’t need to worry or be afraid. Somewhere deep down she knew that her and her boyfriend would make it out of the mess they were in.

A year later

I got tired of waiting Wondering if you were ever coming around My faith in you was fading When I met you on the outskirts of town

It had been a year since Y/N saw her boyfriend and the vision hunt decree had ended. She was now married to Ayato, so her name was now Kamisato Y/N. Y/N had started to lose faith in Kazuha, believing that he had grown tired in having to hide their relationship and given up on her, but little did she know that he had just gotten caught up in the vision hunt decree. Y/N’s husband was currently at home while Y/N was taking a stroll around the island now that the vision hunt decree had ended. Y/N tripped and almost fell, as she felt a strong and familiar arm catch her.

And I said “Romeo save me, I’ve been feeling so alone. I keep waiting for you but you never come.” Is this in my head, I don’t know what to think.

“We meet again, darling.” The male who caught her said. Y/N heard the voice and refused to believe it. She looked up to see her boyfriend’s face. “H-honey?” She asked, as tears of joy formed. “I felt so alone without you, I thought you stopped loving me!” She said as she hugged the male. “I would never stop loving you, darling.” Kazuha said, genuinely. Y/N was bawling her eyes out at this point. She didn’t know if she was dreaming or not because she was so happy.

He knelt to the ground and pulled out a ring and said “marry me Juliet, you never have to be alone, I love you, and that’s all I really know. I talked to your dad, go pick out a white dress, it’s a love story, baby just say yes!”

Kazuha had explained why he had been gone, and apologized. After explaining, Y/N realized he was trying to squirm out of her embrace a bit. She was quite confused on why. Then, Kazuha got onto one knee, and pulled out a ring. Y/N started to tear up more if even possible. “I spoke to your parents and Ayato. Your parents realized how wrong it was to force you to marry someone you didn’t love, and Ayato just wanted you to be happy.” He said, reaching into his pocket. “Will you marry me, Y/N?” He asked, with tears of his own and all the love in the world in his eyes. “Yes!” Y/N shouted. She wanted to say more, but she couldn’t even speak more than that because of how happy she was. Kazuha stood up and slipped the ring on Y/N’s finger as the two kissed passionately.

A year later

Cause we were both young when I first saw you.

Y/N walked down the aisle in her beautiful wedding dress. Her and her Kazuha said their vows to each other. “You may now kiss the bride.” The priest said. Y/N and Kazuha kissed passionately, remembering the first time they had met, and when they had silly childhood crushed on each other.

Hi! I’m hoping you all liked this because I really enjoyed writing it! I’m sorry for those of you who aren’t females, I always try to keep it gender-neutral.

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[i-did-not-mean-to]

U - Unexpected

This beautiful art has been done by @lycheesodas and thus, I am delighted to dedicate this piece to this amazing friend and artist :D

Words: 677

Pairing: Beleg x Mablung

Warnings: Minor injury

“Beleg!”

Beleg looked up from the dossier he was working on in surprise; he was working late, catching up on some paperwork, and had believed his beloved Mablung to be stretched out on the couch with a documentary by this time.

Consequently, he was astonished to behold the very man, storming into the small veterinary clinic as if the wolves of Sauron were on his heels.

“What is it, love? Are you ill?” Beleg asked automatically, only realising that Mablung would not have chosen this kind of practice if that was the case upon seeing the confused expression on the man’s face.

“No, but they are,” Mablung panted and brandished a cat dramatically.

Beleg looked at the brownish-grey tabby with professional curiosity and decided—barring some mysterious illness that would not show any visible symptoms—that the tomcat was in excellent health.

“It was meowing pitifully, surely it is hurt,” Mablung went on. The urgency in his voice was probably entirely uncalled for, but Beleg was nonetheless touched by how deeply his boyfriend seemed to care about a random stay he had picked up from the gutter.

“Let me see the little bugger then,” he said softly and reached across the counter to take hold of this unexpected patient—as soon as his hands touched the matted fur though, a quick paw lashed out and swiped a set of razor-sharp claws along Beleg’s cheek.

With a choked cry, the veterinary doctor flinched back.

“Oh no,” Mablung cried, overwhelmed and torn between wanting to avenge his partner and trying to protect the cat.

“It’s quite all right,” Beleg assured him. “He looks hungry and grumpy. Let’s see first if he’ll eat something. Once he’s been fed, he might be mellow enough to let me examine him.”

“It’s a boy?” Mablung asked while he watched his beloved measure out a cup of premium cat food.

“He is,” Beleg acquiesced. “If you don’t want to keep him, I’m sure we’ll find a good home for Noldo.”

“Noldo?”

Beleg chuckled awkwardly. “I would not have chosen this profession if I was not generally popular with animals—it is exceedingly rare that one takes an instant dislike to me. Except…”

Shrugging, Mablung had to admit that he was not entirely wrong. “Noldo it is then…”

Beleg set the bowl down on the counter and Noldo pounced on it without hesitation; satisfied that his first diagnosis had been correct, Beleg lifted his eyes towards his partner and smiled.

Mablung—so serious and stone-faced and yet so laughably transparent—was biting his lip and shuffling his big feet against the linoleum floor; it was evident that he had something on his mind.

“You want to keep the blasted thing, don’t you?”

“Well, he likes me!” Mablung said defensively—they were both so used to people falling over themselves to get into Beleg’s good graces because he was so charming and approachable, but it was much rarer that something similar happened to Mablung.

“Of course, he does,” Beleg laughed, “you are the kindest person on earth and you look good enough to eat in those trousers!”

“I do not think the cat has much appreciation for my wardrobe,” Mablung grinned, “but thank you, my love. So….”

Beleg patted Noldo’s head very carefully and walked around the counter to sling his arms around Mablung’s comforting, muscular midriff.

“Of course, you can keep the cat,” he purred, “and you two can conspire against me if that makes you happy.”

“I would never,” Mablung immediately refuted the mere idea. “He just needs a home.”

With a shivering sigh, Beleg leaned his face against Mablung’s chest, running his hands across that broad, strong back eagerly.

“There is no better home for a feral stray than you,” he whispered fervently. “I would know.”

After a quick once-over—Beleg had been right and the cat was as fine as he possibly could be—and a short trip to the storage room, they finally took the newest member of their household, firmly snuggled into Mablung’s protective embrace, back to his forever home.

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[cooliofango]

Hii, can I request mercy x Fem reader who is just tired with anything and couldn't find the energy or motivation to do work anymore? Can be angst ahhaha wanted to cry🥺🥺 I just had a really tiring weeks and need of comfort lmao but thank you so much in advance 💕

Angelic

Mercy/Angela Ziegler x F! Reader

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Aweee don’t cry hun! I’m sorry these weeks have been rough on you, and I hope they get better! I hope that this story will help you feel better! ^^ And you’re very welcome bby!

UPDATE 7/4/22: I APOLOGIZE SINCERELY FOR HOW LONG THIS TOOK TO GET OUT, I WASN’T IN THE BEST OF PLACES EITHER AND COULDN’T FIND MOTIVATION TO WRITE SO I HOPE YOU LIKE THIS ;-;

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It had been hours since the alarm had gone of on the night stand and (Y/N) continued to lay in bed. She was awake- but she couldn’t find the energy to get up from bed. This had became an often occurrence for her, unfortunately. The only reason people would see the girl would be when she needed to get up and get herself some food before disappearing to her room. At first, people thought that she was just extra busy with work. Being a secretary within Overwatch left you with plenty of work to do, including the tons of paper work stacked on your desk. (Y/N) hadn’t actually touched any of those documents in almost two weeks. And hell- she didn’t want to do them, either. There was so much Overwatch had already done before now and with the threat of Talon crawling down their backs, work has been overloading on so many people. It’s just felt extra hard on her as of late, making (Y/N) slack off.

Of course, (Y/N)’s loving girlfriend, Angela, took notice. Yes, you may have not been together for too long- a couple of months to be specific- but she was a doctor. That experience made it easy for her to notice these changes in the woman she has come to love. The only problem was that she didn’t have much time to check on you as of late. With people sent in and out to keep Talon forces from causing trouble, many have been returning injured and in need of immediate care. It was something she disliked. Angela couldn’t see you. That was until now. There was finally a break in her schedule, earned from all of the hard work she had been enduring for the past month or so. She wore a more simple and casual outfit compared to the outfit she wears on the field, which consisted of leggings and a long sleeve shirt with the sleeves rolled up to he elbows. The slight tap sound from her flats came to a stop when the blonde reached (Y/N)’s door.

A knock sounded through the room, causing your tired eyes to move to the electronic door that kept you shut up in the room. For a moment, (Y/N) contemplated even answering the door for whoever was on the other side. However, with a groan of effort, she pushed her heavy body into an upright position. Another series of knocks followed and cause (Y/N) to frown to herself. Whoever was on the other side of the door was rather persistent. With (Y/N) luck, it’ll be Lena bugging her about any work she was slacking off on per Winston’s request. The thought made her shoulders slump as she stood. Bare feet shuffled across the cool floor before coming to a stop at the door. (Y/N) reached a hand up to press the button on the interface beside the door. As it slid open, light poured into the dark room. Her eyes squinted to adjust to the sudden change in lighting. An issue that quickly become minor as her body was engulfed by another, thin arms wrapping tightly around her frame and someone’s chin resting on her shoulder.

“There you are, (Y/N)! I haven’t seen you for a while- I was getting worried that something had happened to you.” Angela’s sweet voice made (Y/N)’s previously tense body relax in almost an instant. A familiar voice,,, and one she loved so dearly. For a moment, all of the stress and the dread of having to do all of that paperwork had completely left her mind. It was as if it was just her and Angela in the whole world together and nothing could interrupt that moment. (Y/N)’s arms lazily rose to wrap around Angela in return, her own head resting on the medic’s shoulder. “I’m sorry, Ange..” She murmured. It wasn’t easy to muster up a thought for a longer apology. By the tone of your voice, Angela could tell something was up. The Swiss doctor pulled back, her hands resting on  *Y/N)’s shoulders. “You seem tired, are you sure everything’s al...right..” Her words trailed off as she looked up and into (Y/N)’s room. The large stacks of papers on it’s surface made it painfully obvious what the problem was.

Angela sighed to herself as a sense of realization came upon her. The love of her life was burnt out from work.. “Come on...” With a tug, Angela pulled (Y/N) back into her room with the door to shut behind the both of them. The blonde kicked off her flats as she dragged (Y/N) to her bed. And (Y/N) let her. She was a bit taken back by Angela’s quick movements and couldn’t find the energy to go against her actions. Not that (Y/N) wanted to in the first place. She too had missed Angela so much. And as she was tugged down to lay with the blonde, she was finally able to feel herself relax. It was something so simple, but (Y/N) really needed her girlfriend at her side. Angela held (Y/N) close, placing a kiss on her forehead. “I’m sorry I couldn’t come see you sooner.” Angela spoke her apologies once again, to which (Y/N) gave a soft smile. “It’s okay.. but- can you stay here, tonight?”

Angela gave a soft laugh at the question. It was so cute to her, yet so expected as well. Though she would never deny that from (Y/N). Not when she was like this, anyways. (Y/N) needed to be around the people who care for her and the people who she cares for to ease out of the burnout. “Of course. You’ll have me by your side whenever you need me..”

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Aaand done! Sorry again for how long it took to get out and how short this is compared to how I originally wanted it. I didn’t want this to be waiting any longer so I stayed up to finish it~!

#requests open #reader insert #oneshots #requests #one shots #request #overwatch #overwatch x reader #overwatch oneshots #overwatch oneshot #overwatch mercy #overwatch angela ziegler #mercy #angela ziegler #mercy x reader #angela ziegler x reader

[firstdivisiongirl]

hi there! so happy that you're back :) i would love to request a perfect match with the op boys!

here are some info about myself!

• pronouns: she/her

• personality: my mbti is intp and i'm a HUGE introvert and prefer not to talk to strangers if possible. however if i were to be put in a group of people that is more introverted than me i don't mind taking the lead in the conversation. i'm also super emotional and very short tempered, i easily cry when i get angry even if i don't want to. when im around my close friends and family i'm more on the talkative side and most of the time unnecessarily overshare things a LOT.

• appearance: 154cm (the last time i checked), more to the slimmer side, i also have a black, chest length hair and dark brown eyes. when i do my makeup i prefer it to be light and heavy on the pink blush (something like igari makeup style!).

• fashion: my fashion sense is all over the place and i don't have a fixed style, but i enjoy wearing dresses and long skirts, and i absolutely adore cute blouses and t-shirt to pair with them.

• likes: i enjoy rnb & city pop genre when it comes to music and i love LOVE reading and listening to supernatural & myth and legends things, it's a topic i never get tired of (even though i get creeped out from them at the end of the day). also super dependent on instant coffee, i never miss a coffee time in the afternoon, i feel like it's just something good that i can look forward to everyday.

i love naps and sleeping, i'm a night owl so i wake up late most of the time but i have no trouble having naps again few hours after. im also not the best at giving physical touches but i LOVE it when people play with my hair (it gives me the tingles and makes me feel really sleepy).

• dislikes: this is a bit odd but i'm super sensitive when it comes to texture and i'm not really a huge fan of smooth textured fabric like silk or anything that's not rough or fluffy textured in general. also not really fond of people who are super negative and constantly complain about things, they drain my energy a lot.

• hobbies: i enjoy baking and cooking, i see it as some sort of stress reliever for me when things get overwhelming. but i also like to explore lots of new things and enjoy activities like drawing, reading books, photography and watching ghibli movies!

thank you so much in advance 🥰

Hi there. I’m really happy to be back writing and doing matchups. I really missed it. So let’s do this!

You Got…

Sabo!!

He’s shockingly pretty levelheaded. So if you get to angry, he’ll be there to calm you down

Would tell you so many stories about his adventures. He would write those down for you to read. Or he’d make up stories for you to read

Would take you anywhere you want, but so you can see everything and take pictures. And be with his love of course. The best dates ever!

Super attentive. He’d make sure the textures around you are perfect, if not, he’ll make them perfect.

Would eat the bake goods you bake. He’s probably not the best baker

I hope you like it.

#one piece #First division girl #op matchups #op matchup #one piece matchup #one piece matchups #character matchup

[scribblesbyavi]

Love is selflessly wanting the best things for the person, no matter what sort of relation it is. Love is the person you can call in middle of the day crying and not feel uncomfortable, love is the shared silence and love is going through highs and lows and still sticking together, love is remembering their favourites and their dislikes, love is wanting to be the 'someone better' that they deserve, love is growing and helping them grow and love is not forever in a countable way, but in a timeless way. Love is in the simple things and honesty.

(is this weird? anyways thats my view)

Not weird at all. But this kind of love is very rare in this age of instant love and casual intimacy. Very few people really care about soft love and the little things.

Love is wanting the best for them even if you’re the one who’s left out in the end. I’m pretty sure Ted Mosby said this.

Someone who loves you will never stop caring about you. They won’t ever leave you.

That kind of love. <3

[johndpg]

MEMORIES OF SCHOOLDAYS #1

NO SMILING IN FRENCH CLASS.

I attended an all-boys, state-run grammar school in… let’s say the Midlands, from age 11 to 18 in the 1970s/early 80s. The 11+ had long since been scrapped, so prospective pupils were offered a place based on their performance in the school’s own version of the exam. It’s an Academy now but has kept its name and still has the same entrance policy (I checked their website).

I suppose I was excited and nervous in equal measure about my first day at “big” school. My parents etc. were very pleased that I’d got in. My dad drove us there and walked in with me, then stayed until I spotted another boy I knew. I now realise he must have taken the morning off work, which was sweet of him.

We were marshalled into the assembly hall where our names were read out to assign us to classes. I remember it was surname first then initial (I’ve made up a name for these reflections that’s close enough to mine). All the teachers, men and women, were wearing black gowns. I lined up with about 20 other boys in front of our new form master Mr J who then took us to our form room in H Block. It was single file, keep to the left and no talking, boys! There was a seating plan so he could “start to put names to faces”. He went through stuff like the school rules, dished out timetables, gave us a map of the school (hand drawn!), and answered any questions we had. It was funny being called by your surname and hard to remember to add “Sir” (or Miss I guess) to the end of every sentence. Then it was time for break, and we discovered there was a tuck shop, so that was good.

I don’t remember much else apart from our last lesson of the day, French with Mr W. He was thin and had amazing blue eyes; his hair was quite long for a teacher, I thought (well it was the 70s), and he wore a cravat. There was yet another seating plan and I ended up in the front row. He definitely took an instant dislike to me, and I guess I’ll never know why. I must have smiled at him or something because he snapped, “You, boy [checks the seating plan], Matthews, stop grinning at me, I haven’t said anything funny.” A bit later it was, “Do I amuse you, Matthews? Why are you laughing?” He didn’t and I wasn’t, but I was 11 and scared and didn’t know what to say to him.

When the bell went for the end of class he told us to put our stuff away and stand behind our chairs before he dismissed us. “Not you, Matthews, you wait there.” Once the other boys had gone, he beckoned me up to his desk. He opened a drawer which was the whole width of the desk and produced a short cane. “Hold out your hand,” he told me and stupidly I automatically extended my right hand as I’m right-handed. He gave me one cut and put the cane back in the drawer. It stung like hell and I immediately tucked my injured hand under my armpit. “I will not be made fun of, Matthews,” blah, blah, blah. Yes, Sir, no, Sir, fuck off, Sir. I don’t remember crying, I guess I was too shocked. Then he dismissed me and I got my bag and left.

I don’t think I looked up from my desk or directly at him for the rest of the year. He never caned me again and I had a different (female) teacher from the second form until my French O Level. What a bastard, though. It was an incredibly nasty thing to do to a little boy on his first day at a new school. I’d love to meet him again, but he’d be dead now. Good. I hope it was painful.

[moriartyluver]

Listen listen, that one Dangerously Yours audio that starts like “Listen to your heart Catherine, feel it pounding.” and so on but Liam is Rudolph and fl is Catherine

Honestly they match almost every single Dangerous Yours audio atp😭

🎀.

BRO I WROTE SO MUCH FOR THIS AND TUMBLR DELETED MY DRAFT 😭

"[...] an eternity without me you will look into the faces of passers by hoping for something that will for an instant bring me back to you. You will find moonlight night strangely empty, because when you call my name throught then there will be no answer. Always your heart will be aching for me and your mid will give you the doubtful consolation that you did a brave thing."

In the og version 1 I was gonna have fl and William be friends at first and then become complete enemies on different sides and have fl try to kill him or something at the end. In og version 2, the library scene was a lot like the count Estefan scene

They would’ve been a lot more friendly at the beginning in og version 2 but the plot was complicated and there was a shit ton of plot holes so I’m probably gonna stray away from it a lot more now. Fl was gonna be foreign royalty and a philosophy student but I changed my mind for the academic rivals to lovers. Also william wasn’t as whipped but kinda in denial with his feelings a lot more in the og version 2 and o low-key got pissed at fl a lot

I JUST REMEMBERED I QUOTED LOVERS ROCK IN THEIR SEMI- CONFESSION SCENE 😭 I WAS HONNA ORIGINALLY NAME IT LOVERS ROCK

name evolution was Addleworth (only got like two chapters before rework) —> lovers rock was almost a thing and i was considering a black butler x mtp crossover —> false lovers version 1/ og version 2 which the library ss were from. Got reworked bc I struggled with structure and someone commented a pretty harsh criticism so I couldn’t bring myself to write past chapter 16. —> false lovers currently

Also fun fact, the original idea was gonna be a friends to lovers to enemies with an angst ending

Anyways the semi confession scene was low-key funny bc William was talking about jumping off into the Thames and fl was just like. I had every reason to dislike her. Also pacing was so shit omg

ALSO I AM WORKING ON A MODERN AU WILLIAM X READER WHICH IS KIND OF AN ‘in another life’ + academic rivals —> lovers fic but it may take a while and I kinda wanna finish false lovers first.

THIS BIT IS SO THEM

"I love you! You may as well take my heart Catherine it's already full of you!"

"Please go."

"What is it? What's wrong my dear?"

"You know nothing about me, you've known me only three weeks!"

"Three weeks? Catherine I've known you all my life."

"All your life?"

"It's true, when I heard beautiful music I thought 'she'd like that'. I looked at flowers knowing that one day I'd give them to you."

"Oh stop, stop."

"But for my heart there is another love that must come before you, my country."

Except his country is more his ideal goal for Britain. BUT ITS SO THEM OMG

ALSO FL

“My country is very dear to me”

“Dearer than I?”

“No..not dearer than you” CRYING SCREAMING THROWING UP

#—a’s anons 💄 #—false lovers 💋 #—a’s rambles ☕️

[ruki--mukami]

“....Ruki...”

When the door faced towards where he was seated in front of suddenly creaked opened, and the one that previously occupied it happens to step out then winded up appearing in his field of blurry vision--

Averting his gaze briefly as he softly sniffled, light tints of pink plaster on his cheeks from the embarrassment of his weakest and worst condition openly perceived by the other. The tears that gathered and coated the vision of his eyes made it hard to see what face the other was making there and then...but...

“...”

Saying nothing such to explain to the other as to why or how did he even ended up in such a spot—outside his room—in such a visibly beaten state of desolation, with a light grit of teeth that seals a certain mustered determination welled up inside of him—he proceeded to push himself off the ground and wobbly stood up, then taking a few stumbling steps towards to close in with the other, close enough before his arms outstretched shove the other back and into the room as the door closed behind them by an invisible automotive force—the mere impact of the push sending both of them to topple on the ground from sole strength.

Being on top of the other, huddled up against the bosom of his broad chest, his arms shift to wrap around Ruki's waist as his face burrow softly to hide into the crook of his nape.

“... I'm never enough.”

“I’ll never be enough...Y-you always said that I have admirable strength and skills at achieving both ambitions so efficiently...b-but your wrong...you don't know how many mistakes that I’ve made...you don't know...you don't see how I get scolded, called useless, blame for the failure of a project...a-all because of me...”

“I..I tried...so hard...In terms of works I...I never express my hurt emotions, I...I barely even wavered...I just keep quiet...and move on...”

“But deep down...I..I feel so stepped on, so discouraged to e-even continue...so tired of..being perfect...when I..I never...I never am not...”

“I’m not...good enough for anyone...no matter how much I try...to improve...to be better...No matter the goodness, the forgiveness...the understanding...that I supply...I’m just...never good enough I’m not good e-enough...ungh...!”

“Hm? Kuron, what’s wrong? Why are you cr—“

The following question, cut short by the sheer bewilderment of witnessing one who commanded much respect with tears streaming down his face, halted mid-syllable as Ruki stood from his seat, novel still turned open yet set down neatly on the nearby mahogany surface. 

Despite the other’s clouded vision and unexpected silence, Ruki maintained a visage of slight surprise, steel-blues widened more so than usual and mouth agape by the millimeter. 

“No, don’t cry. Everything will be alright. Did something happen?”

Rather than receiving a verbal response, the Vampire met with a formidable weight towering atop him, Kuron’s arms embosoming his body like an unbreakable manacle, back slamming into the floor upon which they both toppled in an instant. Addled, yet still in search for answers as to why a beloved man in his life would produce a stream of tears rolling down his pallid cheeks, Ruki nearly upbraided the other for his insolence but then decided to opt for a reciprocated embrace given the confidant’s evident sorrow. 

“Ah, I see. You’re doubting your own abilities right now, Kuron. Well, take it from me then, since you value my word enough to tackle me upon the ground… You are more than just ‘good enough.’ Not only for myself, but for everyone in this household. I don’t care how many times you assert that my earlier compliments for you are mistaken, because I know it to be true. Do you think your mistakes can make me dislike you? Not in the slightest, not even one iota, and certainly not anytime in the near future. We all make mistakes. You, me, everyone under this roof, and everyone who lives in this universe—No one is void of never once blundering.”

A comforting hand wafted along the man’s spine, patting him in cathartic ways to soothe his spirits. 

“Everything you have done is marvelous and without rivalry, Kuron. And I don’t measure one’s success through only their feats, either. Rather than looking at how far one climbs, it’s more impressive to see how far he rebounds back to the pinnacle after he has hit the bottom. Do you understand what I mean by that? In other words, it’s resilience that defines you. Mistakes—we all have them. However, there are ultimately two kinds of people who tread the earth: those who fear mistakes and those who get the job done. You are anything but useless, Kuron.”

Gazing up into his eyes, Ruki’s deep cobalts lost their concerned glint and instead faded into a solemn stare, one full of reassurance in tandem with his next words. 

“No, I never once saw you as perfect, nor do I expect you to perform as such. However, you shouldn’t let small blunders dampen your motivation. They say good things come to those who wait, but better fates await those who go out and seize the opportunity with fearlessness and without hesitation. And don’t ever say you haven’t improved—otherwise, it’d be no different from calling my experience a mere delusion. I’ve seen it with my own two eyes how you have grown into someone bursting with talent and proficiency in all that you do—and believe me when I say I am sincerely proud of each second.”

He ran a hand lightly through the man’s longer curls before wiping the cascading tears away with one swipe. 

“So, with that said, cease your tears. I said it once and I’ll say it again, as my answer is resolute and unchanging: you’re more than good enough and I’ll punish you if you fail to recognize it,” chuckled the Vampire teasingly. “Do not doubt yourself in the slightest, Kuron.”

#diabolik lovers #ruki mukami #mukami ruki #ask #rp #diabolik lovers rp #kuron mukami #mukami-kuron-mrsadisticcat

[sunkern-plus]

evidence HUGO is autistic, since i’ve already given evidence that poison is autistic, but using THE JAPANESE text instead of the terrible english dub that makes him dumber

-his speech patterns are basically word for word copied from stereotypical “gangster/yakuza type/gangster wannabes/yakuza wannabe” teenage boys from japanese anime. he uses ore and omae, which are common disrespectful, masculine ways of saying “you” or “i” in japanese. hugo, in addition to wanting to prove his masculinity, is probably wanting to assert that he’s Top Dog and therefore not one you should bully or else you’ll get your teeth knocked in (kind of why, how in the deltarune translation, susie uses ore). hugo also uses words like “yatsura” which are like basically disrespectful ways to say “those guys”, almost to the point of swearing...(amused at the thought he’s calling them bitches in an almost gender neutral sense, but...he wouldn’t, he’s just probably saying “you dopes” or “you idiots” because his mommy would hate him if he called random guys “bitches” or “his bitches” and if his mom didn’t cry if he said it and he felt sad, poison would decapitate him and string his corpse up on a decorative mount.) he also...i don’t know if it’s a common anime delinquent thing but a lot of anime delinquents tend to use like forms like “nee” for particles that are like “i’m not (x)” instead of “nai” and he tends to extend his syllables in the words like a lot of japanese delinquents do. now if street fighter took place in the 80s or 90s, he could’ve gotten that speech pattern (or a us equivalent of that, since he immigrated to the us) watching bootleg tapes of heel wrestlers doing their thing, or like...gangster movies like those truman capote type deals. like mafia stuff. but since i’m using the current timeline, which is like...current day, and hugo likely had internet access at least by a library by the time he was in his mid teens (as he’s actually only around 29-31 as of sfv) he tended to watch a LOT of anime with tough guys and gangsters and stuff. really any media he could consume with tough guys, possibly (my own speculation here) so he can live out the “tough guy” fantasy while forgetting his past of being bullied, which a lot of his dislikes tend to imply he was bullied from a young age.

-his “slow wittedness”. slow witted in japan seems to have weirdly different connotations, at least online, as it does in english. now, what i’m saying is he’s not slow witted as in mentally handicapped; rather, i’m suggesting he has poor processing speed. the way the particular phrase hugo’s is used in descriptions tends to carry connotations of “trouble solving puzzles quickly”, particularly spatial-visual puzzles (which i, as an autistic person, have trouble with) or problems with organization and clerical work. his particular “slow wittedness” implies he has trouble doing organizational work at all, so he has poison do it for him. interesting how it doesn’t imply he has slow wittedness in, say, him watching a movie and him at least comprehending the plot.

-his dislike of bullies. i mean...everyone hates bullies, but hugo’s dislike of bullies extends to thinking he’s being insulted and bullied even when innocuous things are said. this is common when people often are autistic, and thus learn emotional cues ONLY in the instant of “detecting when people are bullying you”. i know, i’ve experienced this.

there might be more evidence but i’m gonna have homemade tacos with homemade salsa so

#street fighter #hugo #hugo andore #francis' headcanons #francis' musings #(at least for the translation bits)

[mystrixstory]

Part 3 and Final Part TW: mentions of a panic attack

Wendell and Wild’s p.o.v

“Ok ok, on the count of three, we close our eyes and imagine ourselves in the land of the living. Ok?” Wendell told Wild, holding him by the shoulders, who nodded and put on a focused face. “Think about summoning, summoning symbols, spells, marks, anything just think of being there and saving our Hell Mai- Kat. Got it?” Wild nodded. “Ok good, now on three. One. Two. Three!” There was a bright flash of green light, almost blinding, and then it got dark, dark and cold but the brothers hardly felt it. Demons don’t get cold, plus their minds were too focused on saving their best friend, who has shown them how fun the land is the living is over the past three months, shown them human culture and what it’s like, the one human who showed them that second chances are a thing and that anyone can be changed for the better. Their friend who they never knew they needed until they had her. But where were they? Did it work? Wendell felt his shoulders being shaken roughly and opened his eyes to see that they were under water, IT WAS WORKED! Wendell wanted to cheer, they actually did something that most only thought was a myth, but the cheer was cut short upon seeing Wild pointing to Kat, who was sinking just below the surface of the ice. Within an instant the two had their hands around her arms and were hauling her out of the water.

Kat’s p.o.v

Kat faintly felt her arms being grabbed by two sets of hands, both working to gently pull her out of the icy water, her lungs inhaling as much air as possible once her head emerged from it and breathing it out just as quickly, setting up a quick pace that was growing faster by the second due to an oncoming panic attack. She felt her body being moved, or rather “flown” to the bank of the pond where she was gently set down. She could hear the incredibly panicked voices of what seemed to be two people, but they were muffled and distant as id in another room. She couldn’t focus on them though even if she wanted to, all she think of were the sounds of her breaths and heartbeat, frantic in her chest along with the thoughts of drowning in ice cold water, it filling her lungs and freezing them up. Sinking into the void never to be seen again. These thoughts flared and consumed her mind until,,, until she felt two pairs of arms wrapped around her in a warm embrace despite just being in freezing water. As Kat slowly came to her senses she realized she was being hugged by none other than her two demons, and slowly her breathing went back to normal, her fear dropped down enough to where she could finally tell what was going on. Normally Kat disliked hugs, and physical contact all together, but this one was a hug of protection, one that said “we nearly lost you” a hug that Kat so desperately needed to feel after losing her parents for the second time. The three of them stayed like that for a small while, with Wendell and Wild hugging her between them and Kat holding on to their arms as she desperately tried to hold back the tears in her eyes that were threatening to spill over, out of everything she disliked, crying in front of others was the one she hated most. Thankfully she was saved from the breakdown by Raúl and the RBC girls rushing over to see if she was ok. “I’m fine guys, it was just a small dip in the water, I’m ok” that last part was directed more towards the demons brothers who let go and looked at her, again with worried expressions, making sure she was fully ok. “Hell Maiden! If we ever see you skating around thin ice again, we will go straight to Sister Helley and make her ground you so you have no other choice than to stay inside.” Wendell said in a mock threatening tone which was followed up by a “Yeah!” From Wild. Kat gave them a small scowl saying “yeah right,” but switched focus when she realized, “Wait, how did you guys know I was in danger?” “Oh, well you see, we got this gut feeling,,” Wild went on to explain how they were able to use the mark to see that she was in danger and therefore summon themselves to help her. While still unsure of how it all worked out, Kat had to admit to herself that this ability, was very,, cool? Yeah, she decided, it was cool as hell and she knew she’d be dead if it weren’t for the two demon brothers she had to save her.

That is until a few days later when Kat gets sick with the flu from that damned cold water! And she almost kinda wishes she were dead. Since Demons can’t catch human diseases like, well, humans can the demon brothers offer to help take care of her and she’s fine with it at first, until they become absolute helicopter brothers, showing up and adding another blanket to the already mountain high pile on her if she even so much as sneezes more than three times in a row. But to make up for all of the fussing they were able to get a book from sister Helley that might just explain more about the history of Hell Maiden’s and how they connect to their demons.

The end, sorry if this feels kinda rushed I was running out of writing juice lol. Thanks for all the likes so far, I’ll definitely be adding more head cannons and maybe smaller ficlets in the future :D

#Wendell and wild fanfic part 3 #wendell & wild #kat elliot #kat wendell and wild #wendell and wild spoilers