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planet-dusk · 1 year

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i've been thinking about being in a relationship with changbin when hyunjin has a crush on you. changbin finds out in the middle of a trip the whole group is taking when hyunjin starts to shamelessly hit on you in front of everyone. instead of causing a scene, changbin fucks you real good when they all go to bed, so everyone in the house knows whats his.

🏷️ f!reader, dom!changbin, unprotected sex, possessive behavior, one breeding mention, mc is called baby, sweetheart, slut, good girl

“why’re you so quiet, baby? am i not fucking you right?”

changbin presses your knees closer to your chest and you stifle a moan when the new angle causes his cock to drive impossibly deeper.

“or do you wish i was hyunjin instead?”

at least you have the decency to look flustered. you shake your head, tears forming at the outer edges of your lash line. hyunjin’s flirty remarks are long forgotten—his pretty face is the last thing on your mind while your boyfriend’s thick girth splits you open. changbin’s now moving at such an unrelenting pace it’s impossible to remain quiet. and the rougher he gets, the wetter you become; the slick sounds of skin against skin too loud to be contained by the small bedroom.

distant voices drift through the walls and you squirm in embarrassment at the realization it won’t take long before everyone in the house knows what the two of you are doing.

“...no, please, bin, they’ll hear…”

“good,” changbin grunts between strokes, “you chose to act like a slut tonight, so let them hear one.”

he grabs the back of your neck with one hand and rests his forehead against yours, his hot breath mingling with your own.

“i see the way he looks at you, sweetheart. i know you love it. but he’ll never have you.”

you moan when his expert fingers find your clit. a few quick flicks are enough to make your eyes roll to the back of your head. changbin knows your body like no one else—and he’s determined to show it.

“you know why? because this pretty pussy belongs to me. isn’t that right?”

all you can manage is a weak nod, brain already too fuzzy and fucked-out for anything more as he continues to thrust into you. there’s nothing quite like the way he fucks you when he gets all heated like this, as if he’s got something to prove. you both know he doesn’t; you’re his and his alone. always.

that doesn't mean it isn't fun to rile him up a little, and tonight hyunjin's proven to be the perfect distraction.

“i need to hear you say it, baby. who does this pussy belong to?”

“y-you,” you gasp, a shallow breath knocked out of you by a particularly harsh thrust.

“louder.”

changbin pinches your clit between his fingers and you cry out, “YOU!”

he chuckles at that, seemingly satisfied, catching your mouth in a messy kiss full of tongue and teeth. you no longer care about the constant stream of moans and whimpers falling from your lips, the tension in your tummy tightening when the head of his cock brushes against that gummy spot between your walls over and over.

but in the end it’s his words that push you over the edge:

“gonna fill you up, baby. breed you like the slut you are. maybe i should send you to hyunjin’s room after, how’d you like that? let you show him your sloppy cunt with my cum dripping down your thighs. you think that’ll teach him a lesson, hm?”

when you cum with his name on your lips he holds you tight, fucking his own release into you with faltering strokes.

“that’s my good girl,” changbin groans as he watches his cum spill out of you, fucking his cock back into your sensitive hole, “let’s see how many times i can make you scream my name.”

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devildomwriter · 5 months

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At The Dance vol 2

Diavolo: “Well then, I suppose there’s only one part of the school festival at this point, right? So, who did you decide to go to the dance with, MC?”

Lucifer

Lucifer: “MC… Hello. I hope you haven’t been waiting long. Come on, let’s get going.”

At the dance

Lucifer: “Everyone’s looking at us. I suppose it’s not surprising. After all, I’ve never danced with anyone at one of these events before. You’re the first. …Do you remember that one lime I said to you during the play? In case you’ve forgotten, it went like this… ”MC, I love you.” Well, we may not be on stage now, but I’m happy to say it again. As many times as you’d like. I love you, MC. Truly and deeply…”

Mammon

Mammon: “Yo, MC! I’m here! So, Whaddya say we get goin’!”

At the dance

Mammon: “Is it just me, or were you gettin’ AWFULLY close to Lucifer during the play? I mean, you two didn’t get that close during rehearsal, did ya? …To be honest, it made me jealous. Like, don’t you get it, MC? You’re mine, okay?! Mine! So don’t go gettin’ all up close and personal with other guys! …Hey, after the dance, how about you come to my room?”

Leviathan

Leviathan: “Listen, are you sure you want to go with me? You aren’t regretting your choice, are you?! Well, either way, it’s too late to change your mind! You’re going with me to the dance, got it?”

At the dance

Leviathan: “Listen, MC… I want to thank you. It really made me happy when you stayed up all night with me working on that costume. I’m glad that we at least managed to get your costume done in time. You looked amazing in it. …! Ahh, sorry! I stepped on your foot again… I never thought I’d find myself on a dance floor, you know? It’s such a normie thing to do, and I’m no normie…But I promise to practice and get better…for you. So let’s do this again!”

Satan

Satan: “Have you been waiting on me, MC? Let’s get going. The dance is starting soon.”

At the dance

Satan: “I guess you managed to get all of us brothers to put aside our differences and make up… I know you’re good. But even so, this time I thought that you’d probably bitten off more than you could chew. But I was wrong. I guess that maybe when it comes down to it, you’ve got us all in the palm of your hand. …Even so, none of my other brothers get to dance with you tonight, do they? Just me. Which means you view me differently from them, don’t you? I’m special to you. It’s true, isn’t it? Tell me it’s true, MC…”

Asmodeus

Asmodeus: “Hehe… I see that you look adorable as usual, MC. I could almost eat you up! Well, shall we get going? We do want to miss our chance to show off in front of everyone!”

At the dance

Asmodeus: “So, what did you think of my performance, hm? Perfect, wasn’t it? I don’t need to try to be attractive… I just am! Still, I spend a lot of time thinking about which angels I’m best viewed from, so I look even more stunning. It’s a skill that translates well to the stage. Hehe. I bet seeing me in that play made you fall for me even harder, didn’t it? Well, you were amazing our there yourself, you know? So amazing that I almost forgot we were in the middle of a play. I wanted to take you in my arms and make you mine right then and there. To be honest, I’d like to do that right now. What do you say…interested? Because I’m free after this…”

Beelzebub

Beelzebub: “MC, have you been waiting on me? Mm, here’s hoping that there’s lots of good food at the dance…”

At the dance

Beelzebub: “You sure do work up an appetite performing in a play, huh… I thought that maybe I’d be so nervous that I wouldn’t realize I was hungry, but nope. You didn’t hear how my stomach was growling during the performance, did you? To be honest, I’d like to head over to the buffet right now… What do you say the two of us sneak over there after this song ends? Then we can eat and eat and eat to our heart’s content…together!”

Belphegor

Belphegor: “Hey MC, I’m here. Are you ready to go? Here, you can take my arm.”

At the dance

Belphegor: *sigh*… “I’ve got to say, I feel exhausted. But now that the play’s over, we don’t have to rehearse anymore. No more dealing with Simeon the drill sergeant. You must be pretty worn out yourself, right? Hey, is it okay if I sleep in your bed tonight? I’ll be nice… I’ll gently stroke your head until you drift to sleep. Oh, but…sorry in advance if I end up falling asleep before you do.”

Solomon

Solomon: “Wait…you mean to say you don’t have a date to the dance? Well, I was planning on going alone, too. Why don’t we lonely singles go together?”

At the dance

Solomon: “Haha. You know, you’re a pretty good dancer, MC. You learn quickly. …Or maybe it’s that I’m a good teacher? This is a dance, after all. It’s no fun if we both just stand around like wallflowers, is it? So why stop now? When the next song starts, let’s just keep dancing.”

Multiple

Luke: *blushing* “Wha?! MC… Just how many demons did you promise to go to the dance with?”

Diavolo: “I take it you mean to take turns dancing with each of them?”

Solomon: “…Let’s just hope there isn’t any bloodshed as a result of this.”

At the dance

Satan: “So, MC… It seems that one date to the dance wasn’t enough for you, was it?”

Mammon: “Man, humans are one thing, but you’ve got a lotta nerve tryin’ to okay multiple DEMONS like this.”

Leviathan: “This is why I hate normies! Always getting ALL the attention…always having ALL the fun…”

Belphegor: “Wow, I never thought you were the type of master to do something like this…”

Asmodeus: “So, Just one of us wouldn’t cut it, hm? Well well, aren’t you greedy? Tsk, what are we going to do with you?”

Beelzebub: “Still, it’s not like I don’t understand the feeling. One serving is never enough for me at dinner. I always need seconds. And thirds. And fourths…”

Lucifer: “Well, you got yourself into this. Now you’re going to have to deal with the consequences. You’re dancing with everyone.”

Luke: *sigh*… “I knew it. You’re all about to fight over who gets to dance with MC first, aren’t you?”

Diavolo: “Too bad. And to think, they’d just made up…”

Luke: “MC, why not try that trick of yours? You know…where you look at them and go “STAY!””

Diavolo: …*sigh* “MC hasn’t even said anything yet, and already you all look terrified.”

Luke: “I guess it’s a conditioned response at this point. They do it by reflex.”

And so the fun continued into the night, and many more memories were made…

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umwillow · 11 months

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forever young~wally clark

warnings: none just some cutesy cornball

shit

based on the song Forever Young by Alphaville (can you tell i love napoleon dynamite)

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wally clark was miserable and lonely in his time stuck at split river high, sure he had charley and rhonda, but he longed for something more than just that reassurance that he had people to confide in. (he wants a fuckbuddy. jk.)

that all had changed when y/n l/n died on november 7th of 1997.

the two became fast friends, and soon enough they were both harbouring feelings for one another but neither of them would admit it, both of their reasonings being the fact that if they ever did have a big falling out, they would be stuck in that same place always having to see eachother. so they both pushed away their feelings and replaced them with jokes and shy smiles, a few lingering touches here and there.

everyone else in the split river high afterlife support group were so over the two constantly avoiding their obvious feelings for eachother, but mr. martin would argue that the ghosts having those types of relations would only add to the already stressful and dramatic environment they were in. (bitch).

right now, in 2014, wally and y/n were wandering the halls of split river high badgering about what movies to pick for this weekends famous movie night.

“no, y/n we are not watching pretty woman again!” wally dramatically flails his arms as he tries to reason with his best friend about their movie choices.

“ok big shot, you wanna go there, i’m not sure i can sit through another minute of Rudy, wally.” y/n counters. “plus, i think julia roberts is an absolute goddess, that deserves to be recognized!”

“i am deeply offended that you would even say this in front of me.” wally feigns distress.

“ok, i have literally said this to you so many times how could it be so different from before, like what do you even get from watching Rudy so many times?” they realize her mistake but it’s too late and wally starts his attack.

“YOU LITERALLY DO THE EXACT SAME THING WITH PRETTY WOMAN LIKE ITS A RITUAL!” he yells with a twinge of “haha nerd you just got floored” in his eyes.

“OK WELL- yeah good point.” she starts to yell back but then notices there was really no point whatsoever arguing with wally.

“how did we even survive before we met each other!” he exclaims.

“we were alive?” she bites with a cackle afterward.

“yeah that makes sense.” he discloses.

“so, should we head to the library and possibly look for new movies that aren’t rom coms or terrible sports movies?” she finally speaks after they took a little break to have a laugh.

“sure, but it’s only because i love ya.”

wally wasn’t aware of how frozen y/n was regarding those words. it was like she wasn’t allowed to move in her own body until her subconscious told her it was time to stop.

“ok sweet let’s go!” she quickly recovered from her weird frozen state.

the rest of the walk was surprisingly silent for both of them.

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the library air was dusty and smelled of mildew and old ladies, as wally refered to the smell of the soap his grandmother used to stock her bathrooms with.

“footloose, nope. grease, seen it 7789927 times before. say anything, love it but not the vibe tonight. dirty dancing, amazing beautiful spectacular, no.” y/n looks through the library’s dvd collection, “oooh what’s this Napoleon Dynamite?”

“here let me look” wally grabs the dvd case, “hm, looks interesting. never seen it, let’s watch it!” he claps.

“by the looks of it i don’t think rhonda will be a big fan.” y/n jokes.

“she’ll have to suck it up because we’ve never seen it, AND now she can’t criticize me because i only ever choose sports movies.” he grins smugly.

“alright, but you’re taking the blame for this one firecracker!” y/n jumps up from her spot on the floor next to the jock and runs toward the big library doors, “last one to get to the gym has to sit next to mr. martin during group tomorrow!!” she yells with an exaggerated look of disgust.

“oh god no, i am not doing this agai- Y/N WAIT YOU KNOW I TWISTED MY ANKLE DURING FIELD DAY STOP THIS MADNESS!” he yells after her but she is long gone.

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the group of dead teens sat on various couch’s and mats throughout the gymnasium, eating popcorn and watching the screen, only, two of the teens sat staring at eachother. one minute wally would look at y/n, and the next y/n would look at wally. he had shared his couch with her for seventeen years and he still finds himself nervous next to her.

what he doesn’t know is that she’s nervous too, and sweating with nerves and stress.

wally finds his hand extremely close to hers and decides to keep it there for good measure. y/ns hand slips a bit closer, and closer until their hands touched and shocked each of them for a moment. they awkwardly looked at eachother but kept their hands together nonetheless.

from across the room, rhonda and charley scoffed at the immature teens who clearly were obsessed with eachother.

“i fuckin love this movie. how is it that it existed all these years and i never knew it was here?” wally confessed.

“me too though, like, it’s so awkward but i love it.” y/n acknowledged.

and that was the last of their conversation for a while.

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time passed on in the movie, and now y/n had fallen asleep on wally and the poor boy didn’t know what to do.

“help me charley. what if she wakes up and instantly recoils or something, i can’t have that!” wally desperately whisper shouts to his friend.

“hate to break it to you bud, but do you really think she would do that when all she does is look at you like you hung the sun the moon and the stars?” charley sasses, knowing he’s right. (charley is such a slay i love him sm.)

“what the fuck do you mean by that?” wally is in disbelief.

“i mean that she loves you unconditionally, big guy.” charley states.

“huh. never picked up on that. SHE WHAT?!” it took a minute for wally to understand what the glasses clad teen meant.

“yup, and i know i’m right so don’t even, in fact, we all know i’m right!” charley declares.

“she looks so peaceful when she sleeps. she’s so pretty. she also smells nice. i’m so whipped.” he admits with a sweet grin.

“that’s gross wally, keep your thoughts to yourself. some of us want to keep this popcorn down.” rhonda speaks her disgust.

“i’m just keepin’ it real!” he waves his arms goofily (he’s so silly goofy quirky goofball).

“mind keeping it real somewhere else? we would like to watch our movie in peace.” rhonda once again expresses her distaste for the situation.

“fine, i’ll be oh so quiet!” wally scoffs.

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the movie soon ended and now both wally and y/n were fast asleep on their couch in the gym, unknowingly tangled with wally laying on her chest and her hands in his hair.

“should we wake them up or leave them be?” whispered charley to an annoyed looking rhonda.

“let’s leave em’, they need this little push.” rhonda has been scheming about getting them together and saving everyone the frustration of having to put up with their awkward bullshit.

“ahhh i see ms. conniving matchmaker.” charley smirks at rhonda and then at the entangled couple in front of them.

they walk out of the gym to give the lovebirds some solitude.

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the first thing y/n hears when she wakes up is wally’s soft snoring .

she opens her eyes to find him laying atop of her chest with his one hand in her hair and the other on her hip, their legs tangled. she has to remind herself to breathe because wally is literally using her boobs as pillows. she decides to just wait it out instead of potentially waking him up if she tries to move.

wally stirs a bit and let’s out a grunt. he cracks an eye open and looks up to the girl he’s been sleeping on and instantly blushes as he realizes what position they’re in.

“sorry, didn’t mean for this to happen.” he says starting to get off of her.

“no, i like it. it’s…comfy.” she smiles nervously.

wally felt a flutter in his stomach and his face heating up.

“oh uh- well i like it too.” he winced as the words came out.

they had a weird moment of silent staring and their faces were like stones, frozen in place.

“i like your moles, they’re cute.” y/n whispered, almost afraid to speak as if she’d scare him off.

“i like your everything.” wally swore he was dreaming.

the next thing they know both of them are slowly moving toward eachother, closer, closer, a bit closer, and there.

their lips touched and it was the most connected either of them had felt to eachother ever. y/n reached for the back of wally’s head to tug at some hair at his nape, while poor wally didn’t know what to do with his hands. taking matters into her own hands, y/n takes wally’s shaking hands in her own, without breaking the sweet kiss, and brings them up toward her waist.

“much better.” she smirks against his lips.

“i love you” wally drops the bomb.

“you- love me?” y/n asks, backing up from his face a little with big eyes laced with softness.

“well yeah i didn’t just say that for shits and giggles.” he scoffs, not without shooting her his signature silly smile.

“wally, i love you too. so much.” she could cry, in fact, there were some tears brewing already.

“great, because it would be really awkward if you said you didn’t.” he jokes a little, being too nervous to look her in the eyes. but his eyes meet hers, and he’s met with tears welling in her beautiful eyes. “hey sweetheart what’s wrong? is this too much?” he strokes her hand with his thumb.

“yes, just kiss me again.” she shakes her head at him.

he wastes no time.

he dove in and they could both feel the emotion that their feelings were real for eachother. wally tasted the salt from her tears but he kept kissing her tears away.

when they pulled away, she pulled him into her embrace and they just sat there, basking in each others presence.

“should we face the others?” y/n asks with a sly grin.

“i don’t know, i mean, if we wanted to be teased and messed with we could’ve just admitted our feelings in front of the others?” wally sasses.

“ok, fair point.”

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i’m really excited to finally be putting this out here

i hope you enjoy!!

xo: willow🫶🏻

#wally clark #wally clark imagines #fluff #fanfic #imagines #reader insert #scenarios #writing

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kisses4suna · 2 years

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atsumu was never good at explaining how he feels.

so when you came into his life, it changed everything. you changed his everything.

he never completely realized how much he loves you until one night. he was at the school gym late at night. he just kept hitting the volleyball, serving as many balls as he could. over and over again.

“atsumu?” you opened the gym door, your voice was gentle and laced with concern.

you and atsumu always joke around, claiming that ‘he hates you’ and ‘you hate him’ a little cliché enemies to lovers you could say. but joke or no joke, you admired atsumu. you thought that his passion for volleyball was beyond inspiring and it was actually kinda cool how much he likes it.

“y/n? what’re ya doin’ here..?”

“no atsumu, what are you doing here ?”

he sighs in defeat, “just throwin’ some balls.. what ‘bout you hm?”

you gave him a questionable look, “i’m here cause i thought i left my bag here with my homework in it…” you said.

“oh.” is all he says. it goes quiet and awkward for a minute till you look down from his eyes to his hands. their covered in small bruises and little bits of blood and cuts, “atsumu what the hell!” you yell, your voice slightly echoing.

“what?” he asks dumbly, “your hands, you idiot!! how long have you been serving balls in here for ?!”, you’re worried and scared, the look on your face makes his heart melt, they care about me. is all he could think.

you smack the ball out of his hand and drag him to the benches, you force him to sit down, and you start looking for the first aid kit.

“what were you thinking?! god you’re such an idiot ‘tsumu!” he knows you don’t mean what you say, but he can’t help but smile as you clean up his wounds. “atsumu, why are you here so late..?” you ask, more calm now.

“i dunno, jus’ been stressed lately i guess..” he says. you use alcohol to clean up the blood and he winces, flinching his hand, “sorry” you mutter.

“hey ‘tsumu, you wanna talk about it? you know if you’re stressed or i dunno, sad or anything, i’m always here for you, you know ?” you say gently, you stare into his eyes, and the entire gym goes quiet. the only thing you could probably hear was atsumu’s heartbeat, because for once, you two weren’t joking and for once- someone cared about him. you cared about him.

after that night, all atsumu could think about was you. like, what were you doing? who were you with? who do you like? where are you? are you safe? are you happy?

his brain practically exploded with the thought of you- and after a week of putting up with this bullshit he finally decided. today he was gonna tell you how he feels about you.

he sends you a quick text, ‘meet me in front of the school gym in five’ and got ready to leave.

when you arrived in an oversized jacket wondering what the hell you were doing in front of the school gym at 1 am, atsumu begged for you to sit next to him on one of the steps outside the gym.

the stars shone brightly, illuminating the midnight sky, and the moon lit up your eyes.

atsumu was never good at explaining how he feels- so with a deep breath here goes nothing.

“the moon looks beautiful tonight doesn’t it?” he asks softly, staring into your eyes.

“ye- wait what..? do you mean you like me..??” you ask. you’ve heard of that phrase before, but you weren’t sure if atsumu was being serious or not.

“well fuck it, y/n i don’t think you know how many times you’ve crossed my mind. the amount of moments i’ve been so happy to share with you. every little second i’ve spent with you has made me realize. maybe i do love something or- someone more than volleyball. and that’s you. i’ve never been good at explaining how i feel, but how i feel about you- words just can’t express how much i like you- how much i love you.”.

atsumu was never good at explaining how he feels. but he’d do whatever he could just to let you know how much he loves you.

#kisses4suna #miya atsumu #atsumu imagines #atsumu fluff #atsumu x you #atsumu x y/n #atsumu x reader #haikyuu!!#haikyuu #atsumu scenarios

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miikishii · 5 months

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To Hold the Sea | Ch. 19 A

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synopsis: helping Ango finally decompress :)

warnings: implied drinking, domestic fluff haha

Your day at the agency is sort of slow. It’s a little difficult to get through without falling asleep at your desk. Somehow, though, you’re still happy. Everyone in the office takes note of it, too.

“You seem to be feeling better,” Atsushi comments as you exchange some papers with him. You laugh lightly,

“Things have gotten easier, yes,” you say. Dazai rolls over on his chair,

“You do seem quite peppy.”

“I have my reasons.”

“Hot date tonight?”

“Oh, leave me alone.” You shut him down before Kunikida can. Atsushi laughs, awkward and confused,

“Uh, have fun?”

“...Thanks,” you sigh.

At the end of the day, you’re a little behind. You decide to stay after to finish things up. You only realize by around 6:30 that you forgot to tell Ango you might be running late. He hasn’t texted you either, though; it worries you. You call once you’re on the way, but he doesn’t answer. You can only hope he’s still there when you arrive at his office. Walking into the building, you're worried by the lack of lights on, but his secretary is packing up tiredly, and a faint light from his office door catches your eye. You find Ango practically buried under a stack of papers; he gives you an exhausted nod,

“Hello… I don’t think I’ll be out for another hour or two.” he sighs. You frown at him,

“Who the hell pushes all this to you anyway?” he doesn’t respond, just keeps typing away. You sit down across from him with a huff of frustration,

“You didn’t answer my call either. Thought you coulda’ died,” you mutter. He laughs incredulously,

“You have that little hope for me?” it makes you laugh a little too,

“Yep.” he takes his eyes off his laptop to look at you,

“Look, I… I’ll just finish this part and we can go. I’m sorry; I know we had plans.” you give him a sympathetic look,

“It’s okay. Thank you…”

You can tell he’s trying to get it done as fast as he can, typing furiously, a focused wrinkle to his brow. By the time he’s finished, however, it’s already dark. When he closes his laptop, you get excited to run over to grab his coat and hand it to him. He smiles to himself as you hurry over with it,

“Thank you.”

“I’m just excited to get out of here.”

“I am too,” he says, reaching for your hand; you hold it tight.

“I have an idea,” you giggle,

“Hm?”

“Trust me.”

“Oh God,” he rolls his eyes in jest; he follows you closely anyway. He shivers and sneezes a bit when you get outside,

“Are you still sick?”

“I just can’t seem to shake it.” you sigh,

“Maybe some rest would do the trick.” You say flatly. As you walk, he wonders where you’re headed, but it only takes him a couple of turns to put two and two together. As you approach a familiar alleyway he smiles bittersweetly.

“Gonna order a tomato juice?” you smirk.

“I might switch it up tonight, who knows.”

“Well, it might be easier since you don’t have any secrets to keep.” he nods.

“Right?” you look at him expectantly.

“I may have a few more tricks up my sleeve,” he says, trying to act nonchalant. Walking down those stairs so happily is like a breath of fresh air. Sitting down, you take the same spots you used to; like usual, there aren’t many people. The barkeep must recognize the two of you, he seems to do a double take. You order your drinks and sit idly for a minute. He clears his throat a suspicious amount of times.

“Seriously, are you okay?”

“I’m fine,” he says, punctuating his sentence by attempting to suppress his next cough.

“It’s cold tonight. Maybe you should’ve got a hot tea.”

“I’ll make some at home.”

He barely touches his drink when it arrives, maybe because he’s so busy staring at you. He knows you notice; he makes no effort to hide it.

“A toast?” he asks, holding his nearly full glass toward yours (half full),

“To what?”

“...I don’t know.”

“You don’t know?”

“I just wanted to.”

“To us?”

“To us.”

As always, he doesn’t hesitate to pay or shove any cash you attempt to take out right back at you. He is, after all, a man of consistency. He shivers again when you walk outside, wrapping himself tightly in his jacket. You pat his shoulder and rub it comfortingly. You think he’s cute, his cheeks red maybe not from just the cold, all bundled up in his coat,

“You’re cute.” his cheeks grow redder,

“Don’t say that.”

“Why not?” he purses his lips and looks to the side, refusing to answer. You play with his sleeve idly, he looks down at where your fingers toy with it. He seems so much calmer than he did earlier. Your walk is calm and romantic, the cold air forces the two of you closer together; the ambiance of the city seems to make a melody. Arriving at his door, he sighs in relief,

“I’ll probably just take a bath and then go to sleep, sorry to disappoint,” he coughs again.

“You should call out tomorrow,” you say, unbuttoning his coat as he looks down, flustered.

“I can’t.”

“Why not?” You hang his coat on its hook.

“Too much to get done.”

“Most of your work is on the computer, though. You could do it from home.” You walk into the kitchen comfortably, opening the fridge to examine its contents.

“They prefer to have me in the office.” he follows you in, coming to your side to watch as you investigate his groceries (or lack thereof).

“Ango, please, what’s one day?” You turn to him, closing the fridge with a subtle thud, and suddenly it crosses your mind to loosen his tie.

“It’ll be two this month.” you frown at him,

“Let me give them a call.”

“...No.”

“I can write you a doctor’s note!”

“No, please.” You put a hand on his forehead, he stares up at it,

“Yosano could write you one.” he sighs deeply but you don’t let him speak,

“I’ll call you out. You seem warm enough, you’re exhausted, you’re still coughing and sneezing. I mean, God, could you just take care of yourself? Just go lie down. I’ll run your bath.”

“You don’t have to—”

“Zip it.” You say as you untie his tie fully, “Go relax.” You kiss him on the cheek and, as if that was what convinced him, he makes a beeline for his bedroom without another word. You smile to yourself as he walks through the hall, trying his best to keep his posture presentable.

note: Dazai's next chapter may be a little while, unfortunately. I've been less motivated to write his side, I guess. ALSO, I loved writing this so so much. Ango enjoyers please enjoy.

#bsd #bungou stray dogs #bsd x reader #bungo stray dogs #ango x reader #bsd imagines #ango sakaguchi #bsd ango #bsd fluff #bsd angst #ango fluff #ango imagines #ango angst #ango bsd

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cirilla-fiona-riannon · 1 year

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Kicho's Main Story Chapter 4 Gacha Story (His POV)

These translations are not intended as a replacement for the game. Please support CYBIRD by buying their stories. JP SPOILERS under the cut.

I listened to Mai as she told me about her life in our room, where I could hear the sound of rain.

Kicho: “Then, I’ll change the question. Why did you want to become a designer?”

Mai: “Well, because the first clothes I designed made people happy.”

Mai: “I was happy back then that it made me want to make it my job.”

Kicho: “But there will be many opportunities to get those feelings if you live.”

Kicho: “So why did you find so much joy in it that you decided to make it your life’s path?”

Mai: “Um…”

(Strange things sometimes happen.)

Age, gender, and place of birth. Then there’s family history and occupation.

This is what people usually ask to get to know someone, but the one I asked her wasn’t one of those.

Mai: “.............”

(Did I step too far to make her silent?)

(Or did she never even think about it?)

I waited for her reply in silence.

Mai: “Oh...”

I could tell that Mai had found her answer when she suddenly lifted her downcast eyes, and I eagerly anticipated the words she would say next.

Mai: “I was happy because it was something I made.”

Mai: “When I realized I could make someone happy, I felt like I had some meaning.”

Mai: “I’ve always wanted to be someone.”

Kicho: “Someone?”

Mai: "Yes. So no matter where I am, I always end up struggling."

Mai said this in a self-mocking tone and laughed wryly.

(Why does she need to laugh?)

(She just said earlier that she loved that life very much.)

With a faint ache slowly spreading in my chest, I nodded, even though the answer came from someone who had lived a completely different life.

(That is what it means to live.)

(Protecting the value of life is everyone’s duty.)

Kicho: “People are all like that. But that doesn’t make them evil.”

Kicho: “As long as you live in this world, the opinions and beliefs of others will make who you are.”

Kicho: “That’s why everyone has unanswered questions.”

Mai: “Everyone?”

Kicho: “Still, don’t forget. Wherever you are, whatever you do, you are you.”

Kicho: “As long as you have your will to live, this truth will never change.”

(So don't mock yourself.)

(What would you do if I didn't say those words?)

Kicho: “You are not just someone. You’re Mai.”

Kicho: “Wherever you are, whatever you do, just live as you.”

Mai: “............”

Her eyes, shaking with confusion, looked at me with an expression that revealed a myriad of emotions.

Mai: "You're right. I'm me."

Kicho: "Yeah. Even if you run through different times."

Kicho: "You said your dreams got cut off, yet here you are. You didn't give up."

Mai: "Yes, there is no way I would give up."

Mai: "As I said before, I think I'm the type of person who always struggles."

Kicho: "I see."

(She's quite gutsy.)

(I don't hate someone who says that. Rather一Hm?)

Kicho: "Why are you suddenly smiling?"

Mai: "Huh? I'm smiling too?"

Mai: "Sorry. I'm just happy you smiled."

Kicho: "............."

Kicho: "I'm alive, so I also smile. That one was involuntary."

(I see. I've got that look on my face.)

Mai: "Thank you. I feel better now."

Kicho: "It was no big deal."

Mai: "It was. At least, for me."

Mai's expression relaxed, and she suddenly fell silent.

Then, for some reason, her smile suddenly disappeared, and she turned serious.

(Did I push her a little too hard?)

Kicho: “Mai.”

Mai: “Y-Yes?”

Kicho: “You must be tired. Get some rest tonight.”

Kicho: “The rain should stop in the morning, so hopefully, we’ll be able to leave soon.”

Mai: "Okay. Then good night."

Mai, smiling faintly, crawled under the futon and turned her back to me.

(Something's wrong with her.)

(There’s only one possible reason besides fatigue.)

Kicho: “Mai.”

Mai: “----!”

I called out to her in a calm voice, and she turned her head toward me.

Mai: “Um, what is it?”

Kicho: “I know it’s difficult for you not to be cautious of me, but don’t worry, I won’t lay a hand on you just because we’re sharing a room.”

(I can’t prove that she’s being wary, but I guess telling her would make a difference.)

Mai: “No, I wasn’t being cautious. I’m sorry I made you feel uncomfortable.”

Mai: “Although it’s true that I’ve been thinking about you.”

Kicho: “Ha?”

I raised my eyebrow and sighed.

Kicho: “What are you suddenly saying?”

Mai: “Um, I don’t mean it weirdly!”

Kicho: “I know, but that comment is uncalled for.”

(If she said that to someone else, they might take it the wrong way.)

(Also, I think it's a problem that she's not wary of me.)

Kicho: “Never say that to anybody other than me.”

Kicho: “Others might take it the wrong way.”

Mai: “Okay. Hm?”

Kicho: “What’s wrong?”

Mai: “N-Nothing.”

Kicho: “You’re all over the place.”

Mai: “Hahaha… I guess.”

Mai laughed like a fool and lay down on the futon again.

Mai: “I’ll sleep now. Good night.”

Kicho: “Yeah. Good night.”

As we said goodnight to each other, I noticed that she relaxed.

(Looks like she’s okay now.)

I pulled my futon away from her and lay down on my back, just as Mai had done.

As I lay there for a while, the sound of her peaceful breathing reached my ears, mingled with the sound of the rain.

(Mai, huh?)

------------Flashback------------

Mai: “No life deserves to die.”

Mai: “I understand what often happens in a world like this.”

Mai: “Injustices can happen, and you can’t always fulfill your desire to live. However, I don’t think you should give up because of that.”

Mai: “No matter what the truth is, you should not give up.”

---------Flashback Ends---------

(There are those like you who were born into that hellish world一those who refuse to give up on life and living.)

A person who knew the future and a person who came from the future一this strange encounter made me want to put a reason to it.

(If you want to live, I won’t hesitate to lend you a hand.)

(Don't ever die, Mai.)

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The Alien Armada Series

Disconnect

A/N: Long time no see! With Z4’s announcement, I decided to jump back into one of my many WIPs and came across this one that was a quarter of the way finished! Enjoy~

Toes the line of T —> M but I’m not changing the rating. Nothing explicit.

~*~*~*~

Being the Armada leader of a telepathic species meant having quiet moments with her own thoughts was rare for A-dison. It seemed like there was always someone chirping into her mind with a question or request for her opinion.

The majority of the time, she didn’t really mind. It was natural to their people. But her time on Earth began to make her question whether she enjoyed letting everyone into her mind so freely.

This day in particular had her questioning their extraterrestrial habit.

‘A-dison, the transmission division is doing maintenance on Mothership this evening.’ A-spen’s voice chimed in her mind.

‘Wonderful. Thank you for the update, A-spen.’ She replied silently as she applied a new lip gloss Bree had suggested for her date with Zed tonight.

‘I donated my thermal overgarment to a human who was displeased by the temperature so they would stop their constant complaining. Can I borrow one of your extras, A-dison?’ A-li asked, sounding very annoyed to begin with.

‘Of course. I always keep an extra in the Command Room aboard Mothership. Feel free to take that one.’ A-dison offered through the mind link. At the same time finished her lips with a pop and set the tube aside.

She stared at herself in the mirror; blue hair curled, makeup done, lips plump from her new gloss. The dress she’d picked out at a human shop felt soft, flowy, and breathable on her body. A very pleasant contrast to the skin-tight bodysuits she was accustomed to. But it still hugged her waist just enough to show off her curves perfectly. She smiled at her reflection, excitement and space moths fluttering in her stomach thinking about showing Zed this new look.

‘I’ve decided to participate in an event called “The Olympics”. It consists of numerous competitions on strength, speed, and endurance.’ It was A-lan this time, interrupting her thoughts. A-dison audibly huffed in frustration. But before she could reply, another voice piped in.

‘Do you think you should leave the humans something of their own to compete over?’ A-spen asked curiously.

There was a brief pause before A-lan answered. ‘The joy of competition has consumed me and, unfortunately, I am just so good at winning.’

A-dison’s annoyance rose as A-spen went back and forth with A-lan about his decision inside her head. But she took a deep breath and let it go, opting to try tuning them out as she finished getting ready.

That was until—

‘A-dison?’ She froze at A-spen calling her name. ‘You’ve been quiet for all of this. Would you like to offer your opinion?’

‘Um! I, uh,’ she tried piecing together a response, ‘A-lan is allowed to make his own choices. We should let him explore his emotions!’ She mentally patted herself on the back for managing to come up with something halfway believable on such short notice.

‘Hm, that is a good point.’ A-spen agreed, sounding calculated and almost hesitant.

‘Excellent! I am eager for the humans to eat my stardust!’ A-lan then added proudly, ‘I’m practicing the “trash talking”.’

A-dison chuckled to herself at his excitement, happy that her people were having such fun in their new home. A gentle smile graced her lips as she finished the last few things she needed to be ready for her date.

~*~

For the thousandth time, A-dison mentally responded to another question posed by the maintenance team to her via the mind link. She hadn’t even realized her expression had blanked out, again, until Zed was snapping her out of her internal conversation with a clear of his throat.

She blinked rapidly as she refocused on the green-haired boy in front of her once more. “I am sorry, what were you saying, Zed?”

She didn’t miss how his smile had already dropped and his shoulders sagged in disappointment. “Uh, nevermind, it’s not important.” He sighed, poking his half-melted froyo with his spoon.

“But it is important,” A-dison insisted as she reached a hand out to touch his free one. “I enjoy hearing about your interests.”

He glanced up at her from under his lashes skeptically, trying to tell if she was messing with him or not. “No offense but you don’t seem very interested to hear me talk about football.”

She quickly shook her head with wide eyes in denial. “No, I very much am interested, Zed! Listening to you speak of something you’re so passionate about has my chest warming to magnitudes that rival the sun!”

Zed ducked his head shyly, the tips of his ears burning red as he couldn’t help but smile and laugh. His smile doesn’t fade as his fond eyes lift to look at her, his hand squeezing hers as he once again abandons his spoon in favor of drinking her in. “I believe you, Addy.” He assured her, then tilted his head towards the door. “Why don’t we get out of here, it’s getting pretty crowded. Maybe we can watch a movie or something at my place?”

Her eyes lit up at the suggestion, taking one last bite of her vanilla froyo before she jumped up from her seat. “Yes, let’s! The prospect of getting the ‘cuddles’ while watching a fictional dramatization depicting the culture of your plant sounds wonderful!”

Zed can’t help but chuckle, getting up and happily taking her hand as they exit the popular froyo shop to head for Zed’s house.

~*~

Earth’s customs still confused A-dison at times but she could really get used to these films they call ‘RomComs’. Not only did they help her understand Earth dating culture slightly better, a great source material for research, but she also found them incredibly enjoyable. Even if she had to occasionally avert her focus to answer someone popping into her mind link. The story was still lighthearted with plenty of opportunities for laughter and she found herself glancing up at Zed every time something romantic happened between the protagonists.

Maybe their story could have been in one of these ‘RomCom’ movies.

She absentmindedly played with a button on his shirt as the movie went on. Her fingers tracing the circular pattern above his heart.

Zed had seen this movie a hundred times over the years, one of his favorites if he was honest. And he knew what was coming. It was almost to the great climax where the guy confesses to the girl. The groundbreaking moment when they leap into each other’s arms to share their first kiss and live happily ever after.

Zed knew exactly what was able to happen. So why was he so nervous about it?

Oh yeah. The girl he’s in love with is cuddled in his arms and is about to witness a very passionate kissing scene probably for the first time and he most definitely wants to replicate said scene with her. And he inwardly wondered if she would want to kiss him too.

The way her delicate fingertip drew shapes over his hammering heart made him wonder if she could tell. Did she know what she was doing to him? Was she doing it on purpose to tease him? No. As much as he would enjoy being teased by the alien, she was way too naive to know how much of an effect something so small had on him. Only because it was her doing it.

The scene began to play out on the screen. As the man confessed his feelings to the leading lady, Zed’s cheeks burned but he still tightened his hold around her shoulders, rubbed his hand up and down her arm in a gentle gesture.

A-dison didn’t pay his movements any mind, eyes fixed on the screen. Tears were welling up in the actress’s eyes as a smile spread across her face. A-dison felt her heart begin to race, unsure of how they would further express their love. The human woman rushed forward and the man did the same until they were embracing, A-dison’s hold instinctively tightened around the man in her own arms.

Zed pulled her that much closer, his eyes ignoring the movie in favor of gagging her reaction, completely mesmerized by how beautiful she is when she’s focused.

The characters stared into each other’s eyes, transfixed on seeing into their lover’s soul, seeing the love reflecting equally as passionately as their own. He started leaning in, his eyes flickering to her lips, hers hooded with anticipation. A breath is lodged in A-dison’s throat as she held it there, watching at the edge of her seat to see how the humans express their true feelings for one another.

Because even as an alien, she knows intimacy when she sees it.

The moment their lips had touched, A-dison let out a quiet gasp. She watched their expressions, trying to read how they were feeling, the music swelling into a dreamy euphoria as an assistive depiction.

Suddenly, she turned to Zed. Her eyes were wide and wild as they bounced around his face, something he had never seen with her.

“Zed,” she breathed, “can I— we— I would really like to experiment with you what they are doing.” She finally rambled out, already scooting herself up and closer to him for better access to his mouth. He couldn’t help but chuckle, cheeks burning from her bluntness.

“Yeah Addy, you can kiss me. I’d like that too.” He confessed, eyes flicking to her glossy lips.

Her heart was beating harder than it ever had before. There was a brief second that she worried it was going to explode right there in her chest.

He allowed her to make the move, giving her as much time and space as she needed. As she grew closer, he could feel her warm breath fan over his lips, subconsciously wetting them with his tongue in anticipation. A small noise falling from her as she caught sight of the movement.

She wasn’t even sure why the sight of the appendage felt so attractive to her. But the prospect of what it might feel like to taste him made her legs begin to shake.

There was a momentary pause, a hesitation from her inexperience. Her eyes slipped back up to meet his, big blue orbs full of innocence and begging for guidance. His heart melted with adoration, his hand reaching to cup her cheek gently. He closed the gap.

Their lips touch light as a feather and A-dison worried for a moment that her stardust spark had gone haywire again. But when she peeks her eyes open when they pull back, Zed showed no sign of being in pain, eyes still closed and a blissful smile gracing his features.

When Zed finally opened his eyes to see her reaction, his smile widened. The 1000-watt smile that lit up her face made the whole botched date worth it. Watching this cheeky movie was the best choice he’d ever made in his life.

“Oh, Zed!” She said in breathless eagerness. “That was interstellar!” He ducked his head shyly but the wide smile he wore didn’t falter. “May we please engage in more of the kissing?” She nearly begged.

“Of course, Baby,” his eyes softening as he tucked a stray blue curl behind her ear. “As you said, we have all the time in the galaxy.”

~*~

Even after nearly 15 minutes, A-dison was still far from getting bored of this newfound connection she could feel with Zed. Their lips locked and tongues tangled in this unknown dance of passion. Her legs seated on either side of his hips, his hands on her waist while hers cup his cheeks, tangle in his hair.

Now and then she managed to pull the sweetest noises from him; soft gasps, needy moans. Not that she was fairing much better. But she craved to hear more out of him, testing how different touches and pressures on certain parts of his body drew the sounds louder from deep in his throat.

Her lips trailed down the strong line of his jaw, experiencing with gentle scrapes of her teeth along his skin. Trailing down the column of his throat and giving the tender flesh a trustingly harder bite—

‘Greetings A-dison!’ A-spen’s voice rang loudly in her mind. Being startled with her teeth against her lover’s neck, her jaw clamped unexpectedly and made Zed yelp. ‘I hope I’m not interrupting your evening!’

A-dison quickly pulled back. “Zed! Are you ok?! I am so sorry!” She apologized frantically, checking the spot on his neck for any punctures that might need attention. Sighing in relief at finding none too serious.

“I’m ok, don’t worry,” he assured her with a flushed smile, still affected by their extended make-out session. “What happened? Are you ok?”

“Uh, yeah! I’m alright!” She let out a nervous laugh but quickly decided she could not keep trying to hide it from him. With a heavy sigh, she opened her mouth to explain—

‘Ummm? Hello? A-dison? Are you conscious? Do I need to call the medics?’ A-spen once again interrupted.

‘I am fine, A-spen! No need to alert the medics. I was just, in the middle of something.’ She replied in the mind link.

‘Oh! Apologies! I will allow you to complete your task and return with my inquiry shortly!’ And with that, they were gone again.

“—dison? A-dy? Are you sure you’re ok?” Zed’s worried voice broke through her thoughts, hands gently gripping her shoulders.

“Yes! I’m fine! I-I’m sorry Zed,” she murmured, dropping her head in defeat. Unsure of what to do now. “I have not been completely honest with you this evening.”

Zed blinked in confusion. “What do you mean, Baby? Is something the matter?” His brows furrowed with concern.

“No no, there’s not anything wrong with me. It has more to do with…my nature.” She admitted. “I’m sure you have heard about our mind linking abilities?” Seeing him nod along, she went on. “They are doing maintenance on Mothership as we speak and all night I have been intercepting communications with the crew. Answering questions, giving my opinion, or advice,” she listed off with another sigh. “And just now, I had gotten surprised by A-spen popping in out of nowhere and ended up almost hurting you.” She said, pinching the bridge of her nose in exasperation.

When she opened her eyes again, he could see the frustration and sincere apology swimming in her stormy blue orbs. “I never meant to ignore you, or hurt you! I wanted our date to be special and all I did was mess it up…”

Zed lifted his hand to cradle her jaw cheek, stroking his thumb across her cheekbone affectionately. “You didn’t mess up anything, A-dy. Tonight has been one of the best nights of my life!”

“Really?” Her eyes sparkling with hope.

“Yeah, really.” He assured her, leaning back in for a soft kiss to her lips. “And if you wanna continue where we left off~,” he said with a wiggle of his eyebrows, “maybe you can just cut the connection for a little while? It can be just us for a bit.”

She wanted to mentally smack herself. Why hadn’t that option even crossed her mind?

Without a second thought, she zoned into the universe mind link with her people. ‘Greetings everyone. For the remainder of the evening, I will be unavailable via mind link. Please refer questions to A-spen, as my second in command, or I will be available to answer tomorrow morning. Thank you.’

Then she disconnected. Not waiting for a response. Not explaining herself further. Just disconnected.

There was a strange wave of relief that washed over her in that moment. Relief of the responsibilities. Relief in knowing no one would pop into her head without warning or consent. Relief of knowing she could relax for once.

And the adrenaline rushing through her veins from actually doing it!

Her wide, wild gaze snapped to Zed’s. He could practically feel the shift in her energy, his hands sliding back to their comfortable place at her hips giving them a light squeeze of encouragement.

“Now where were we?” She teased before diving back in for more of those delicious kisses.

#the alien armada series #kokinu09 writes #zombies #zombies 3 #zeddison #zed x Addison #zed zombies #addison zombies #disney zombies #do I remember my own tags? no

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justablah56 · 9 months

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Here is your prompt to get you to speak your lovesong-related thoughts aloud! [and also a notice that I may fall asleep very soon and not see them until later if you answer this tonight ehe]

@cookies-over-yonder also asked me abt my lovesong thoughts so I'm just gonna put it all here lmao

ah ok SO !! the first thing you need to know about me is that Terry/Nick/Sparrow is literally everything to me . I have never once mentioned them or drawn them unless you count me having drawn fanart for every 2 person pairing within this throuple lmao - so if this turns into polycule thoughts I'm sorry (I am not) anyways <3 Nick and sparrow ! methinks they are one of the more healthy relationships within the many kiddad ships , but ah . that's not saying much seeing as . the kiddads are . like that . anyways , my hc for how they got together is kinda that Terry set them up in the way that Terry is just the person the majority of the kiddads tell all their shit to , so obv both Nick and sparrow told terry all about their crushes on each other and the entire time terry just sits there like uh huh . oh you don't think he likes you back ? hm . okay . that's a thought . but both of the other two are too invested in lamenting abt their crushes that they absolutely do not sense anything weird about Terry's very obvious and deadpan responses . meanwhile both of them have crushes on Terry 200% and have absolutely talked to each other about how attractive Terry is so both of them assume the other *just* likes Terry and therefore they have no chance . bcs wow I like both of them , but what are even the chances that he likes both of us too ??? bcs they are all so silly stupid and are too busy crushing on not one but *two* of their best friends to notice that literally so is everyone . anyways . Nick and Sparrow . transfem sparrow my beloved , and transmasc Nick is canon (to ME) so t4t for the win <3 anyways , I think when Terry finally gets fed up with being the middle man between the two of them he just brings both of them over by texting both of them that the other has smthin to tell them . bcs it'd be silly . followed immediately by them both then being like wait Terry come back . now we both have smthin to tell *you* . anyways . Nick and Sparrow are just very soft w each other (until they're not if ya know what I mean) but I think Nick when hes w sparrow just becomes the most romantic guy to ever exist bcs hes realized that sparrow loves all those silly little romantic things like Nick gets her flowers all the time bcs he can see her face light up as she goes to find a vase . he sees her blush and grin fondly at him when he holds the door open for her . he loves the way she pulls him into her lap and kisses his face when he gets her a new dress to match the button up he just got . just cute shit like that . also I think (obv) that sparrow is v big on showing love via physical affection , esp with Nick , partly bcs he's her partner and partly just because of how flustered it makes him , no matter how small the touch . she could just casually grab his hand while they're walking somewhere and Nick will just immediately look up at her like 😳 anyways running out of rail on this extended train of thought and don't know what to keep talking abt so that's all folks until someone asks me abt them again sndnndmd

#just blahs #damn that's longer than i thought it would be lmao #i love them dearly your honor #lovesong #terrow #terrick #someone needs to help me come up w a ship name for all of em #anyways #the little blorbos of all time <3333 #dndads #dndaddies #dungeons and daddies

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Title: Midnight Meetings

Relations: Peter Parker and Natasha Romanoff

Warnings: Brief Mention of Death

Peter found that the best time to do homework was at the hours when no one was awake. The hours when his part of the world was silent, the only sound coming from the creatures of the night. During the day sounds attacked his ears, and the bright colors burned his eyes, but he had grown used to it. None the less, he preferred the night. When it was quiet and everything was dark.

His pencil glided across the page, scribbling down messy numbers. The mahogany from the base of the counter echoed from where Peter lightly tapped his foot against. If he were at May's place, then Peter wouldn't dare to make so much noise so late in the small apartment. However, Aunt May got an online job offer, but it required an in person interview a days trip away, so he was currently staying with Mr. Stark at the compound.

Peter wasn't sure where she came from, but before he could really register it, someone was staring at him - perched near the stove on the other side of the island. Peter jolted, his arms tangling as he shot them up, ready to fire his web-shooters. He barely stopped himself in time when he realized it was the famous Black Widow, the corner of her lip tugging upwards.

"Hm." she hummed, the sound deep and soft, "That's what I thought."

He blinked at her owlishly before realizing his mistake. Peter had just revealed he was Spiderman - the one thing Mr. Stark told him not to do. Ever since the battle in Germany, the older man hadn't trusted any of the avengers, but they were pardoned and Black Widow had taken up residence in the compound.

"Please don't tell Mr. Stark you know," he blurted.

The woman stared at for a moment before shrugging indifferently, her blonde hair slightly bouncing with her shoulders, before she turned around and plucked a pot off the stove to fill with water.

"Hot Cocoa?" she offered, her tone blank - making it seem more like she was offering as a courtesy.

"..No thanks," Peter declined slowly.

Hesitantly he lowered his pencil to the paper and ducked his head once more to continue solving the math problems. By the time he looked up a few minutes to check the clock, which read 1:00 am, the Black Widow was gone.

<____________>

The next time Peter stayed at Mr. Stark's, this time due to them working on a weekend project, he was perched in the corner of the TV room. His fingers and feet stuck to the upper wall like glue and his limbs were a tangled mess so that he could stay bunched up in the corner.

He wasn't sure why, but sleep wasn't coming easily tonight. When his eyes closed he heard voices telling him, "I'm sorry Peter, but your mom and dad have gone to a better place now." Despite it being so many years ago, Peter could still remember the day clearly. He could remember Aunt May approaching him with tear stained cheeks, a nose redder than rudolf's, and a brave face. The woman had crouched to his level, taken his little shoulders in her hands, and told him in a cracked voice that he was going to live with her now.

Perhaps that was why he couldn't sleep, but he wasn't quite sure. Ironically, a spider dangled on a web next to him - it's tiny legs working fast to make an intricate web. Focusing on that, Peter didn't notice when someone else entered the room, their footsteps quieter than a ferret.

"Parker?" a voice echoed through the dark room (He hadn't bothered to turn on any lights).

Peter's head jerked around to find the source of the voice, his eyes meeting piercing green ones that shone through the darkness like a cat's. Black Widow had her head tilted slightly, her eyes squinting, as she held a bowl in her hand (which by the smell of it contained ice cream).

"Hi, Ms. Black Widow," he greeted cautiously.

Mr. Stark had said that he shouldn't talk to any of rouges if given the chance. They may not be staying at the compound, but they had visited a few times to try and make things right. Peter had barely restrained himself from lunging at Steve Rogers the moment he stepped through the door. "Romanoff," Mr. Stark had said, "can't be trusted. Try not to speak to her."

The woman gazed up at him for a moment before plucking a TV remote off the couch and gesturing towards TV with it, "You mind if I put something on?"

Peter shook his head, not that the woman was waiting for a response - once again seeming to ask simply out of courtesy. Not long after, Peter climbed down the wall and disappeared to his room. This time, Black Widows voice murmuring the lines of the TV show echoing in his head.

<__________>

Their nightly run-ins became a common thing when Peter stayed at the tower, but the two rarely talked. Black Widow, "call me Romanoff, kid", would sleepily walk into whatever space was in, ask a courtesy question (whether it was if he minded if she turned the TV on, if he wanted hot cocoa, or if he wanted ice cream) to which Peter always said no, and then one of them would leave.

It never got personal, always keeping each other at a distance. He couldn't quite decide if he liked these little midnight moments, or if they were weird. Regardless, they kept happening.

Peter staggered into the kitchen that night, his knees knocking against each other and his arms curling around his body. The AC blasted through the ceiling, turning his bones cold and his blood to ice. Ever since he got bit by the spider, his temperature regulation had become horrible. His suits heater had broken, a result of getting wacked in the stomach by a 6 ton wrecking ball. A rib might be broken. Blood dribbled down his split lip, and his right eye was swelling shut.

Some homeless guys thought it would be a fun idea to operate a wrecking ball so that they could demolish a construction taking place over the bridge they lived under. They did not take kindly to Peter trying to stop them, resulting in his current predicament.

Peter's teeth clattered together as he stumbled towards the sink, Mr. Stark said to wake up in emergencies, but the man hasn't slept in days and Peter can't bring himself to wake him up. Rummaging through the bottom of the sink for the first aid kit, he once again didn't hear her come in.

"Kid?" he heard Romanoff's voice, this time sleepier than most, echo through the large kitchen.

"Hi," he croaked, wincing as his ribs screamed in protest to him standing from his crouch, first aid in hand.

A light was flicked on and Peter hissed, squeezing his eyes shut.

"Jesus, kid," Romanoff exhaled through her nose, "what happened to you?"

He made an attempt at a laugh, only resulting in hurting his ribs more, "Some homeless guys thought it would be fun to play with a wrecking ball."

"And you thought it was a good idea to stop them?" an immaculate eyebrow was raised as Romanoff crossed her arms.

"Maybe?"

Romanoff sighed once more before moving towards Peter and plucking the first aid kit out of his hand.

"Can you sit on the counter? Actually nevermind- wait here a sec," she placed the first aid on the counter and grabbed a chair from the other side before placing it behind Peter and gesturing for him to sit.

She flipped open the first aid kit, grabbing some cotton pads and hydrogen peroxide before moving towards him.

"This will sting a little," she warned.

"Mmk," he mumbled.

Black Widow poured some hydrogen peroxide on a cotton pad before gently bringing it up to his face. Gently, she dabbed the small cuts that lingered everywhere. Her lips twitched slightly downward whenever Peter made a soft hissing sound.

"There's not much I can do for you eye," she informed him, "but can you take the top half of your suit off so I can look at those ribs?"

"It's ok," he told her, "I heal fast, they should be fine by morning."

The woman clicked her tongue against her teeth, "Nuh-uh, let me see."

Her voice held that no-nonsense tone, so, very gingerly, Peter pulled his suit down the reveal his ribs. His entire stomach was an ugly purple and green. When Natasha poked gently at the skin he sucked in a sharp breath, a small sound escaping him.

"How fast is your healing?" she asked, still inspecting the wound.

"Pretty fast," he said, "Usually broken ribs heal within 10 hours, and Mr. Stark just makes me sit in the medbay with meds, but it's never been this bad before."

The woman hummed, "Well lets get you to the medbay then, ok?"

<____________>

The next time Peter saw Romanoff during the night was on a Friday. He was staying at Mr. Stark's for the weekend and decided to finish up some homework in the kitchen. His english book was opened in front of him, splayed out atop his algebra book. As always, Romanoff entered silently, her footsteps not making a single sound.

"How's the homework going?" a groggy voice asked.

Peter whipped his head up and saw Romanoff standing by the stove, already boiling water for hot cocoa.

He shrugged, "It's going."

"Do you want some hot cocoa?" Unlike the other times, her voice was sincere.

Her green eyes, standing in the dark as always, stared at him, waiting for an answer. That was new. She never actually waited, mostly asking as a courtesy.

"Yes please."

Romanoff hummed pleased, and Peter went back to his homework while she made the warm drinks. A moment later there was clink on the counter and the smell of chocolate flooded his nose.

"Thank you Ms. Romanoff," he mumbled around the rim of the cup.

"Call me Natasha, kid."

The woman ruffled his hair gently as she sauntered out of the kitchen, her baggy sleep pants pooling around her ankles.

Peter decided he liked these little midnight moments.

Bonus

"You're intern is sweet," Natasha hummed one day as she ran into Tony in the kitchen.

"Oh Peter?" Tony attempted civil conversation as he place his phone down, "You met him?"

"Mhm, he's a little younger than I expected for Spiderman, but he's a sweet kid."

The woman said the sentence so nonchalantly as she moved to get a bowl out of the cupboard that Tony barely registered her words.

"S-spiderman?" he asked, "Peter's not Spiderman. I mean have you seen the kid? He's a clutz."

Natasha scoffed and spun around to face Tony, giving him her signature look, "Please, I helped patch him up once."

"You did??" he asked, incredulous. Pete always came to him if he got injured, and even then it took some coaxing for the kid to accept help.

"Yep."

Before Tony could get another word in Natasha was waltzing out of the room, bowl of cereal in hand. He scrambled out of the counter stool.

"Hey! Hey wait we need to talk about this!"

#peter parker #natasha romanov #marvel cinematic universe #mama spider

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lapinbunwrites · 5 months

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Title: Bappy Until The Very End

Rating: Gen

Warnings: None

Fandom: Fire Emblem Three Houses

Relationship: Cyril/Lysithea

Additional Tags: Domestic Fluff, AU where Lysithea lives

Word Count: 630

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When Lysithea sat on her rocking chair, carefully placed in front of her windows that were near the entrance of her house, she felt a great sense of relief. It was only helped by the cool breeze that blew through her hair. After the removal of her crests, she only wished it went back to the old coloring; but if this was the only thing that didn’t change back from the procedure, she was fine with that. Her being able to have a long life, allowing her parents to be able to retire, and most importantly, watching her husband Cyril and their children play in the fields close to their homes.

She wasn’t always the one to smile, only when you gave her sweets and when it was her favorite cake. But she realized, now that she was in this stage of her life, she was smiling even more. To see their daughter laugh and play, being the daddy’s girl that she is; to see her son be attached to her side, getting her sweet tooth, always puts a smile on her face.

Lysithea walked back into the house, checking on dinner. She was being helped by her son, who loved cooking with both her and Cyril. Many of her days were filled with days like these. Just taking care of their children, her spending some alone time with Cyril, and doing many other things. It felt like bliss to her. She never imagined she would be able to remove her crests and to have a long life. Especially with the man she cared so much about. It was amazing, it was fantastic.

“Cryil!” Lysithea called, smiling as he and their daughter looked towards her. “Dinner’s ready!”

She watched as her daughter ran towards her, picking her up as she ran into Lysithea’s arms. She was followed by Cyril, who gave her a small peck on her cheek before they all went into the house. Her children helped set the table with plates, food, and laughter. As they ate, it was serene for Lysithea. She got to hear about their days, what they were able to learn, what they got to play, and many more things.

After they put down their children, the two sat in their chairs outside looking out to the fields. The night was quiet and peaceful, filled with the many stars that Lysithea can see for a long time.

“Lysithea,” Cyril said quietly.

“Yes, Cyril,” Lysithea blushed, feeling his lips pressed against one of her hands.

“I love you so much,” he said, looking up back at her.

“I love you too, my dear,” she responded to him with a smile.

“What constellations do you see tonight?” Cyril asked, looking back at the sky.

“Hm,” Lysithea sighed, looking up to the sky. “I see the Pegasus Fraldarius with her Aegis shield with the Bow Knight Gautier with his Lance of Ruin.”

“Amazing!” He chirped. “It’s rare to see two constellations in one night.”

“Mhm!” She agreed. “But I did have a good teacher showing me what they were.”

“Was I really?” He smiled, feeling her lips press against his cheek.

“Yes, my dear,” she reassured him.

“We should get to bed,” he said, getting up from his chair.

“I suppose so,” she whined.

When they got into their room, she knew that Cyril would fall asleep instantly. He never had a hard time sleeping, not like her. Not that she minded too much. She was able to see him sleep peacefully, knowing that she was able to be with him. Lysithea moved the hair out of his face before whispering ‘bappy until the very end,’ giving a kiss, and going to sleep. She was glad to be alive and to be with him and their children.

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Here is something small for the FE art scuffle that's happening. This is for @spaghetti-trash, and yes, I am attacking (affectionate) you here too lol. But the requests was for Cyril and Lysithea to live happy lives they deserve, especially after Lysithea's crests removed. I really enjoyed writing this, Cysithea is another ship I enjoy so much that I don't ever write for. Which is a tragedy.

#my writing #fire emblem #cysithea #fire emblem three houses #fe3H #fe16 #cyril #lysithea von ordelia #cyril/lyisthea von ordelia #lysithea von ordelia/cyril #cyril x lysithea von ordelia #lysithea von ordelia x cyril #cyril/lysithea #lysithea/cyril #cyril x lysithea #lysithea x cyril #i am having fun with this event #hopefully i will be able to write more for it #i see a lot of people with ships that i'm frothing at the mouth for

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eggmarr · 2 years

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a day of mourning

pairings: pantalone, arlecchino, childe x gn!reader (separate)

warnings: mentions of alcohol/consumption of alcohol, working with kids, aggressive behavior from a man, cass writes childe again when they know they can’t write childe

a/n: i was up very late finishing writing this on call w/ a friend and i am very much sleep deprived. we read tarot cards for our self ships and i got distracted. ik i still have two more event requests…but harbinger video 👁👁

“Detestable.”

A hand comes to rest on Dottore’s shoulder, indigo gems embedded in silver that glint in the ballroom light. The Regrator smirks at his fellow harbinger’s discomfort, inclining his head to the floor below of glitz and glamor.

“A great many things in this world are. But tonight,” He flourishes, winking at a nearby group of lingering women. “We have a captive audience, and a script to follow.”

The others are already mingling along; The Captain and The Puppet, The Knave and the Maiden, all those fools with masks of their own in this mock of a wake.

(If only Rosalyne could see us now.)

(I - as a visitor from afar.)

Your outfit seems ill-fitting in comparison to the fine silks and bespoke suits scattered around the ballroom. Silently sipping on a glass of champagne (that surely costs more than your yearly salary), you find the nightly snowfall outside the windows more entertaining than the poor soul trying to chat you up.

Admittedly, you feel a bit bad for tuning him out for so long - but when you start a conversation about money with probably one of the least-rich people in the room, it’s kind of anticipated. His tangent about work has gone on for so long, you’re starting to miss your own work. And bed. Archons above, it’s cold here.

“That uh, that sounds interesting!” You finally interrupt, stopping him quick before he gets into his grievances with lukewarm water on his many travels. “Unfortunately, it seems that someone else is calling for me, so….have a good day!”

Your steps are frantic as he tries to follow your movements in his stupor, nearly catching your wrist when-

“Oh? What’s this, hm?”

Black, elegantly crafted gloves enter your vision, a gentle yet freezing hand on each of your shoulders. The voice behind you is close, almost deceptively charming. The man in front of you almost blends in with the snow outside at how pale he turns.

“M- My lord, I-“

The voice tuts disapprovingly.

“The Fair Lady would disapprove of such behavior, especially coming from one of her subordinates, no?” You brace yourself when a hand drifts across to your drink, lifting the bubbling amber out of your fingers with little resistance. “Remember your lady with the dignity and grace she carried in life.”

The Regrator steps into his spotlight, ready for a show.

“Fire and ice still burn, you know.”

It comes to your realization that the man in front of you wears the traditional mourning black, with a differing charm at his suit to signify his allegiance to Lady Signora.

It also comes to your realization, as the man slinks away and another takes his place, that your “savior” is at an entirely different level than the opulence that decorates the halls.

He takes your hand gently, the long-forgotten cup of champagne already gone in favor of your knuckles to his lips. The rings on his fingers shine, pale silver and aubergine against his midnight black and blue suit.

“It seems we have yet to be acquainted.”

Your words are tentative, step by step as you peer into the newfound abyss that grins so strangely at you.

“Well….I can fix that.”

May the Tsaritsa save your soul.

(II - as an ever-loyal servant.)

The children at your feet beg for more stories, more tales of faraway lands and endless oceans where the sun is everlasting. You laugh at their enthusiasm in their tiny suits and little skirts.

“Settle down, now.” Your eyes travel from each eager face, unable to suppress your own grin. “First, I want you all to go get something to eat, alright? It’s quite late, and I know you’re all a bit bored.”

Their heads nod in unison. So cute!

“Pair up, and be polite!” You call after their scuttling shoes and bubbly giggles.

A new pair of shoes enters your vision, ruby-jeweled and black and white heels that automatically make you drop to a bow.

“My lady, I-“

“It is no fault of yours for dealing with rambunctious children. Rise.”

Before you can blink, you’re eye-to-eye with Lady Arlecchino, red-crossed pupils studying your face curiously. You squirm under her scrutiny, but stand your ground in front of the harbinger you swore allegiance to so many years ago.

“I’m not familiar with you.”

The statement is blasé, bitingly plain and a shot through your pride as a servant of Arlecchino. “Not many people choose to seek those who busy themselves with children and their fantasies.”

She laughs at your retort. “Most of them will go their entire lives having never met The Fair Lady.”

“Yet,” You begin, breaking her stare to gaze after their faces. “They will remember what she achieved and what she sacrificed in the name of the nation. A lady of poise and intelligence to emulate as they devote their hope to our land.”

Your hands find purchase in her grasp, making you almost stumble into her arms with her ferocity.

A new brightness in her eyes appears, a frightening beauty in the everlasting blizzard.

“Thank you,” She whispers. “For remembering her right.”

(III - as a crack in the lens.)

You sit back in your chair, a fresh glass of sparkling…something in your hand and a keen ear out to the busy businessmen that whisper furtively between each other at the next table over.

All this buzz over a dead woman, hm? A new pecking order moves up…yet another mistress…failed experiments- utterly useless information like the last party.

Your eyes scan the crowds and schmoozers, following the glamorous patrons with a bored expression until you meet that oh-so stubborn sapphire blue smirk that makes you choke on your drink.

The Eleventh Harbinger is a demon of his own design, but archons above does he look remarkably tempting in his dark suit.

He leans back in his own chair, giving your disguise of the evening a careful appraisal. His nod of approval is greeted by your gaze of disdain as you turn to keep him in your peripheral. Of course he would be here…but why did he have to be so dammed observant?

You can practically hear his teasing tone, feel his curiosity creeping up your arms like spiders - even with the distance.

This waltz of yours is much more dangerous under the knife.

As he raises his glass in toast, you raise yours; praying that he’ll find you more interesting than your possible intentions.

#i’m so tired rn #but man are these people attractive #genshin impact x reader #genshin impact #pantalone x reader #arlecchino x reader #childe x reader #childe #tartaglia x reader #arlecchino #pantalone #fatui harbingers

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mimisempai · 1 year

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All the little things that show me how much you care

Summary

A simple bow tie tightened by Crowley makes Aziraphale realize all the times the demon shows and has shown him that he cares about him.

Notes

Late to the game, but already completely under the spell of these two. It's my real first fic on these adoable ineffable husbands so I hope you will enjoy it.

On AO3

Rating G - 1301 words

"May we go now, my dear?"

Aziraphale and Crowley had planned to try a new restaurant tonight. But as they walked through the door of the store Crowley stopped Aziraphale, "Wait Angel, you can't go out like that."

"Hm?"

The angel raised a questioning eyebrow as Crowley stepped in front of him and brought his hands to his collar, "Your bow tie is crooked, darling. Let me fix this for you."

The demon smoothed his fingers over the bow tie, pulled it perfectly into place and tightened it. He let his hands linger on the flaps of Aziraphale's jacket and looked up, feeling his gaze on him.

He was surprised to see the almost wonder-filled gleam in the angel's eyes and asked, "What's the matter? Why are you looking at me like that?"

Aziraphale snapped out of his thoughts and, placing his hands on Crowley's, said softly, "I just realized something."

"What?" asked Aziraphale, looking puzzled.

"How much you care about me."

Crowley retorted with an outraged look, " Only now are you realizing this?"

Aziraphale replied soothingly, "Yes... Well no, I mean, there were plenty of blatant things all along, but I'm talking about all the little things, like just now. Gestures that you do naturally that I've gotten so used to that I don't even notice anymore."

"Sir, I think it is a shame that you don't have any of the books I am looking for. I will not recommend your store to anyone. I..."

As always, Aziraphale was speechless at the sheer spite of men and did not know how to react under the invective of the disgruntled customer. Eyes downcast, he waited for the storm to pass when suddenly a shadow stood between the man and him. He looked up to see Crowley in front of him.

"How about you just turn tail and never come back."

His words, spoken in his deep voice and commanding presence, caused the man to back away and grumble before turning on his heels without a word.

Since then Crowley had appeared many times as if by magic when Aziraphale was faced with this kind of problem.

Aziraphale hurried toward the customer who had just entered and Crowley put his hand on the corner of a shelf, narrowly avoiding Aziraphale bumping into it as he passed.

Recalling it, Aziraphale realized that this gesture had come to Crowley naturally as if it had been repeated over and over again. Calling upon his memory he realized that this had been the case for a long time. It was as if Crowley wanted to remove any possible source of injury from Aziraphale's path.

Aziraphale's eyes fluttered and the numbers danced before his eyes. He hated this time of year when he had to do the store's books before the annual audit. He had been at it for hours and still hadn't finished.

He tried to fight the fatigue, but it was a losing battle and he fell asleep at his desk.

When he woke up a little later, he was first struck by the warm feeling that surrounded him because of the soft blanket that had been placed on his shoulders. Then, when he opened his eyes, he was surprised to see a cup of tea on his desk. The fragrance that reached his nostrils told him that it was prepared exactly as he liked it.

He straightened up, the blanket slipping slightly from his shoulders, and took a sip of the perfectly brewed tea with relish.

Only one person, who knew him well, could have been the one to make these gestures. Once again Aziraphale remembered the number of times Crowley had made such gestures towards him and felt more and more ungrateful for having taken them at face value.

Aziraphale dropped into his chair in the back of the store. With a sigh, he rubbed his shoulder. He had received several packages of books and had to inventory them and arrange them on the various shelves. It had been tedious and exhausting and he had spent the afternoon doing it. Taking advantage of a brief respite, he closed his eyes and leaned back in the chair. Suddenly, he felt two hands resting on his shoulders and gently massaging him.

He sighed with contentment and leaned into the caring hands as h e murmured, "Thank you, my dear."

"You're welcome Angel."

Once again Crowley had done something for him, without Aziraphale asking for anything, just because he was watching and he knew. Because he cared about Aziraphale.

Aziraphale looked through the window and saw a young man passing by, biting into what looked like an appetizing sandwich. He wasn't hungry per se, but the look of delight on the man's face made him feel like eating. He looked up at the wall clock and sighed when he saw that he would have to wait another half hour before the noon closing time.

He heard the bell on the store door ring and turned to the customer, immediately surprised to see that it was Crowley.

"Hi Angel, I passed the new sandwich shop on the corner and given the time of day, I figured you hadn't eaten yet. I got you their special."

Crowley handed him a sandwich that looked more than appetizing and Aziraphale almost gave in to the temptation to turn the sign on the door to "closed" so he could taste it right away.

Crowley rolled his eyes, "Oh come one, lives a little dangerously Angel. You are your own boss after all." He turned and flipped the sign himself before continuing, "You'll just have to say it's my fault. I'm the demon who tempted you."

"You know I'm unable to resist you anyway. " sighed Aziraphale. Then, sandwich in hand, he invited Crowley to follow him into the back room and added, his tone softened, "Not that I'm unhappy about it."

As they settled around the table, he continued, "Thank you."

Crowley retorted as he poured himself a glass of wine, "You'll thank me if it's good."

Aziraphale bit into the sandwich and the groan of delight that followed was enough to let Crowley know that the sandwich was to his angel's liking.

Fixing his bow tie, standing up for him, covering his shoulders, making his tea perfectly to his taste, relieving his pain, bringing him sandwich, all of these were just little things in the infinite number of small kindnesses Crowley had for him and for Aziraphale it was amazing.

They had started walking down the street when he said softly, "Thank you for caring so much, my dear."

He slid his fingers down Crowley's arm, to his hand which the demon intertwined his fingers with as he replied, "It's no big deal you know. There's nothing heroic about what I do."

Aziraphale nudged him with his shoulder and retorted, "It is to me. These are like little miracles."

Crowley sneered, "A demon who performs miracles."

Aziraphale stopped and turned to him, "Perfectly, these are miracles. In fact, I think you're even more capable of performing miracles than I am."

Crowley, unable to accept a compliment, chuckled again and was about to turn around to continue walking, but Aziraphale held him back by the sleeve, "I mean what I say you know."

He raised his hands and, framing Crowley's face, drew him to him. He kissed him softly before intertwining their hands again and continuing on their way.

He said softly, "I just don't understand why you've always been so caring with me when I wasn't always the most open, I admit it. I haven't done anything to deserve so much consideration."

They continued to walk in silence for a few moments and then Crowley squeezed Aziraphale's hand and replied softly, "You spread your wings to shelter me from the rain."

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Still not beta'd

Still not my native language

Still hoping you'll enjoy this story 🥰

Still thanking you for bearing with me 😝

#good omens #aziracrow #ineffable husbands #ineffable boyfriends #aziraphale #crowley #good omens fanfiction #aziraphale x crowley #crowley x aziraphale

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prsk-krow · 2 years

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I have a funny idea!

But first of all, I am addicted to your blog rn

Anyways to maks things quick, I would like to request a (Ena x Reader) (Mafuyu x reader) where Reader constantly gets nightmares ever since they were a child and has gotten used to it to the point that they think its normal? They'll make jokes about it and be confused why everyone is looking at them concerned. When Reader casually told the gals that they had another very gory(?) nightmare as if it's just another normal day, and then, Reader tries to guess what kind of nightmare they'll get later tonight, completely normal. (Mafuyu) (Ena) then just looks at Reader with a questioned/conerned look.

Once again, lowering the characteristic a bit to not step into crack territory! Caw.

{Mafuyu/Ena with Reader desensitized to nightmares!}

Mafuyu Asahina

Mafuyu had always been desensitized to a lot of emotion inducing experiences, like mystery horror tours or the stress before a test. It wasn't a surprise for her anymore to see the difference in her reactions to the rest of the people around her.

So she was interested to see what her friends thought about or felt about the world around them, in the form of questions. This was especially true whenever they told her about things like past events or experiences, much like your nightmares!

Whenever she asked anyone about nightmares, she remembers how uncomfortable or scared the voices of her coworkers get when telling the experiences. From their descriptions, Mafuyu can understand the fear factors in these visions, much like their reactions in the mystery tour.

So whenever you talked about your unnaturally common nightmares as if you were desensitized... Wait, were you actually desensitized like her? That wasn't what she expected out of you!

"Hm. So, it's a common thing, huh? And thanks to the common occurrences, you're used to it. I see, how... Interesting... Ah, excuse me, you're getting me thinking."

It gets Mafuyu thinking about her own state, how common occurrences got her to a worse degree of numbness than yours. It gets her to ask about your nightmares every single day, something unusual for her: Curiosity.

Listening to your tales of what your mind conjures up isn't the most fascinating of ways to spend her time, but it's progress that she wishes to make to understand her emotional situation. Perhaps, with you, she could take a step in the right direction...

Ena Shinonome

Ena's creativity can play a lot of tricks on her, especially in the form of occasional nightmares and dreams that are of the most bizarre kinds. It's no wonder then that; for one of the most easily scared members of N25; she wouldn't like the concept of nightmares at all...

Sometimes, the topic would arise in Nightcord discussions, and it would certainly make her the most uncomfortable, as the other scaredy cat in the ground didn't sleep (well) enough to get them!

It did get her to desire someone else to share her troubles about it with, so she decides to talk about it with you, hoping to find someone else to sympathize with about the ordeal! But the response that she receives is way different from what she expected...

"... Wait, e-eh? What do you mean, i-it's so bloody you can't e-explain it?? And what's with that expression!? Almost as if they didn't happen-... But then, why are your s-stories so detailed..."

She is in denial at first, as you quickly realize how you can use this reaction of hers to your advantage. Enter many days afterwards of telling her about your nightmares with every detail possible without her asking for it.

You have never seen Ena so frustrated, yet so helpless that she can't even start screaming at you or scolding you! And the rest of Nightcord pick up on it: Whenever they accompany Ena, expect her teasing coworker to ask about your latest dreamworld experience.

Soon enough, you'll run out of material and have to slow down a bit to make sure to keep it up. She finds your dedication to the bit annoying, and does plan to get even with you someday...

Interesting, I didn't expect to write so much Mafuyu... Gotta keep it in mind, caw.

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whibleysims · 25 days

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"I can take your plate, Mom, if you're done," Vivian offered.

"Thank you, honey."

With her last forkful of cake, Kathleen noticed a suspicious ring on Vivian's finger. Kathy nearly choked when she saw it. "Vivian, what are you wearing?" she asked.

"Hm?"

"That can't possibly be an engagement ring," Kathy scoffed.

"So what if it is?"

Their parents looked up at Vivian expecting more.

"Is that true, honey?" Lila asked.

"It can't be true, Mom. I've never seen her with a man! She's just doing this for attention."

"You're right, I'm not with a man."

"Well then you're not engaged," she replied flatly.

Vivian gave a tight smile through a clenched jaw in response.

"She's lying!" Kathleen cried. "She's--"

"Kathy," Will began. "We don't need to--"

"She's just doing this because I'm actually engaged and she's jealous!" Kathleen was nearly shaking she was so angry.

"For your information, no one has ever been jealous of you, Kathy. Not even for a single second."

Will sighed, a fight was the last thing he wanted tonight.

Kathy dramatically turned away from Vivian.

"Girls," Lila tried.

"Tonight is your father's birthday, and the first time we've been together like this in such a long time. Let's not fight, please?" Lila pleaded.

"Besides," Lila continued, "Isn't it lovely that both of our girls are engaged, Will?"

"Well, I don't know," Will confessed. "I'm inclined to agree with Kathy on this one."

"What?" Lila was confused.

"I mean, if there's no man--"

"I--I can't believe what I'm hearing! So you think women can't marry each other?"

"No, but she's not a--"

"I'm not what, Dad?"

Will and Lila fell blank as a dreaded realization was coming to light.

"No one knows who or what I am except me!" Vivian declared.

"We didn't know," Lila spoke for both of them, keeping her eyes on Will. "But, I suppose, we can learn to accept--"

"Don't bother. This is exactly why I didn't tell any of you. I knew this town was too small for us."

A sinful satisfaction came over Kathleen as her parents and Vivian fought. She was right; in the eyes of her family and many like-minded neighbours, her sister's "engagement" would be less legitimate than Kathy's.

#storytelling #tw homophobia #year 3 #whibley #kathleen rose #will rose #lila rose #rose family #the beginning #sims 2 #ts2

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Boyfriend

Pairing: Billy Hargrove x reader, future eddie munson x reader

Mentions: cursing, flirting, drinking, pining, fluff? Maybe I dunno?

You had been dragged to another stupid ass party by Billy you huffed “cmon I really don’t wanna go” you sighed looking down at your chipped red nail polish “babe it’s literally fine we won’t be there for long Jesus Christ” Billy rolled his eyes as he pulled up to the house party already in full swing.

By the time you had gotten inside Billy had already disappeared into the crowd most likely heading to the keg to defend his dumb ass title. You sighed and just found a dark corner to situate yourself in not wanting to deal with drunk sweaty bodies or people asking where Billy was.

Eddie couldn’t believe it he was about to leave having already sold all his supply for the night when he spotted you in one of the corners looking anything but impressed what were the chances that while Billy was off dancing you would be alone. He did the only thing he could think to do make his way to you through the crowds of sweaty grinding bodies taking your wrist gently “hey sweetheart” he whispered in your ear so you could hear him over the pounding music.

You looked up at the brunette metal head in front of you breaking out into a small smile “Hey Ed’s I didn’t expect to see you here” you leaned back farther feeling yourself relax in his presence “where the money is that’s where I am sweetheart- now where’s that no good boyfriend of yours hm?” He cupped your chin sending you a pout before snickering “fuck if I know anymore probably at the keg or something” you muttered.

He could 100% be a better boyfriend for you definitely better than that shit bag Hargrove. He’d give you everything you needed or wanted he’d be up all night just to make sure you were satisfied. He thought about stealing you from Hargrove, he’d be way more of gentleman than Hargrove and all his clothes would look so sexy on compared to the shit Hargrove has you wearing. Yeah he could definitely be a better boyfriend for you he thought.

“I don’t need to tell you twice sweetheart” he whispered breath tickling your ear “all the ways he can’t suffice” he continues “if I could give you some advice baby” he nipped your ear “I’d leave with me tonight” he finished pulling back to gauge your reaction satisfied with the way you bit your lip and looked up at him with wide eyes.

You nodded shyly as he took your hand leading you both upstairs letting you into one of the uninhabited rooms first doing a little bow “ladies first sweetheart” he purred following you inside locking the door behind him.

You thought about how good of a boyfriend Eddie could be if you gave him a chance. You feel like he’d show you so many new things you’d never experience with Billy. You’d be lying if you said you didn’t want Eddie to steal you away from Billy. Plus he was so so you shivered think about it hot in his leather jacket unlike Billy who just wore it to make himself look like a bigger man.

“I never would’ve left you alone sweetheart” he voiced as he kissed along your jaw “glued to that corner” he continued wrapping his arms around your waist “never would left you alone for someone like me to come and take you home baby” he looked up at you grinning at the way you blushed all the way to the tips of your ears.

“Let’s get outta here Ed’s” you whispered placing your hands on his cheeks leaning down to give him a searing kiss “you’re 100 times better than Billy ever could be and I wish I would’ve realized that sooner” you mumble against his lips “well sweetheart we have all the time in the world don’t we~” he picked you up setting you down gently to open the door for you leading you out of that stupid party your boyfriend dragged you to helping you into his van “let’s go sweetheart” he planned to be a better boyfriend the boyfriend you deserved unlike that Billy Hargrove. He took your hand and sped off down the road heavy metal blaring.

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