#I probably won’t answer them right away cause I’m in school

[jrwiyuri]

I’ve wanted to write lately so feel free to send me prompts and I’ll write like a short Drabble or smth with it :)

#stupid snake talk #it can be any fandom I’ve been part of rlly. #the more specific the better #also like you can send me original ideas to that don’t have anything to do with any fandom #I probably won’t answer them right away cause I’m in school #but feel free to send many plz.. spam my inbox #I also will answer rlly old ones cause I think I have some 💀

[sughuru]

you’re late

- gojo satoru x reader and young! fushiguro megumi

you forgot to pick up a certain someone from school.

genres/warnings: fluff, reader is gojo’s s/o, platonic relationship with megumi, kinda ooc, more of a thought that came to my mind, not proofread

notes: hopefully i’ll have time to write more as christmas break is finally here!! as always, english isnt my first language so ignore any errors, thank youu!

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You were impromptly called in by Yaga to take over a second grader’s mission in Kyoto and you had just finished. You checked the time on your phone and noticed it was almost 4 PM. As you were heading home you decided to stop by the supermarket to grab yourself a drink and perhaps a snack and some candies for Tsumiki and Megumi, although, they’d probably be eaten by your boyfriend anyway.

As you were walking home, you received a phone call from your loving boyfriend, Satoru. You answered the call, a small smile forming, “yes, darling?”

You could hear Satoru chuckle from the other end of the phone, “Hey, babe! Just returned from a mission, have you picked up Megumi?” he asks. You froze on the spot, almost dropping the groceries earlier. You gripped onto the phone tighter, your other hand tightly clutching on the plastic bags.

“…weren’t you supposed to pick Megumi up?” you asked, worry washed over you as you quickly sped walk home.

Noises from Satoru’s end of the line were loud, “huh? I thought you— damn it! Can’t you see I’m calling the love of my life?” he seems to be in the middle of a exorcism. You sighed and quickly ended the call.

“Okay okay, fuck, I forgot!” you quickly turned around and made your way to Megumi’s school. Your heart was filled with guilt, realizing that you really did forget to pick him up as you remembered that Satoru did remind you last week that he couldn’t pick the young boy up today.

Standing right outside the school gate, you entered to look for the tiny boy. You noticed a little boy with jet black hair by the swing, swinging himself back and forth. As you got closer, you could hear soft sniffles.

“Gumi?” you softly called out and the boy turned around, revealing it to be Megumi indeed. You quickly ran up to him, “I’m so so so sorry…I forgot— I accepted a mission and completely forgot Satoru couldn’t pick you up and Tsumiki’s at a sleepover.” you quickly hugged him tightly. Megumi didn’t say anything.

“I-it’s okay…” Megumi’s soft voice cracked which made your heart shatter a little more, you noticed there were dry tear stains on his cheek.

You picked him up, “as an apology, how about we get some ice cream, yeah?” you grinned at him.

Megumi nods, clearly still upset by the whole situation; but who could blame him?

At the ice cream store, you allowed him to get two scoops of his favorite flavors. The boy seemed to be in a better mood after eating.

“Megumi, I’m really sorry again, I didn’t mean to leave you alone for so long at school!” you quickly apologized again and the boy shook his head, “it’s okay…it was a mistake, right?”

You blinked, “of course it was!” That’s when you realized something.

Megumi and Tsumiki’s father abandoned them when they were really young, you had assumed that Megumi had no recollection of those memories but today’s situation says otherwise.

Realizing that Megumi thought that you and Satoru were abandoning him and his sister caused you to slightly tear up.

“Y/N?”

“Sorry, I-“ you quickly wipe your tears but Megumi’s small hands beat you to it. He attempted to wipe it off with a tissue before throwing it away.

“It was an honest mistake, I-i understand, okay?” he muttered. For a seven year old, you couldn’t believe how mature he is for his age.

You nodded, “yeah, yeah.”

Megumi nods. The air was so thick, you were about to break the ice when Megumi looked up again, “Y/N.”

“Mhm?”

“…don’t tell Gojo, okay?” Megumi starts as he mixes the melted ice cream that is left in his cup, “you and…Gojo won’t ever leave me and Tsumiki, right?”

You pulled him into a hug, “of course not! I wouldn’t even dream of it!” Megumi gave you a small smile, “promise?”

“A promise.” you reassured the boy once more as you tightly hugged him more. It was evident that Megumi seemed to relax after you hugging him.

Later that evening, you explained the whole situation to Satoru. To make up for your mistake, you took Megumi and Satoru to his favorite dog cafe and let him stay as long as he pleases.

#jujutsu kaisen #gojo satoru #jjk #jjk fic #megumi fushiguro #jjk headcanon #jjk x reader #satoru gojo #fushiguro megumi #gojo fluff #megumi fluff #jjk fanfic #gojo x reader #megumi and reader #megumi x reader #fushiguro x reader #fushiguro and reader #young megumi #gojo satoru x reader #satoru gojo fanfic #gojo fanfic #jjk fluff #jjk imagines #jjk x you #gojo x you #megumi x you #jjk fanfiction #jujutsu kaisen drabble #jjk drabble #gojo drabble

[mediumgayitalian]

“Death Breath! Hey! Wait up!”

Nico bolts. He makes it about ten feet away from his cabin door before Will and his stupid long legs catch up with him, throwing an arm over his shoulder and then immediately tripping over his own foot and sending them both sprawling.

“I hate you,” Nico groans, curling up on the grass.

It’s too early for any of this. He was just trying to get back at Cecil for covering everything he owned in aluminum foil last week — and then he was going to go right the hell back to bed.

He knew he should have fucking shadow travelled.

“Aw, c’mon. You love me.”

Nico pretends to gag. The only thing he gets is Will’s crossed arms and raised eyebrow, so he doubles down and really starts to retch. Whatever. It’s eight thirty in the morning. He fell asleep at five. Rational thinking is a distant, distant memory.

“Whenever you’re done.”

“I will be sick at the thought for the next eight weeks,” Nico informs him. For dramatic effect, he looks up at Will’s face — which he cant even see, since the sun’s in his eyes — and shudders.

“You know, you have a genuine, beautiful talent for the dramatic arts, the likes of which I have never seen. Are you sure you’re not secretly an Apollo kid?”

I better not be, ‘cause then all the staring I do at your calves would be real weird, he thinks to himself, then considers whether he can convince Kayla to give him a lobotomy. He thinks she might like the opportunity.

“Piss off,” he says instead of that, artfully schooling his face into the aristocratic mask he’s perfected from his father, squaring his shoulders and looking at Will like he’s a pebble lodged in the flesh of his heel.

Will rolls his eyes. “Get up, Sharpay Evans. You’re gonna stain your shirt worse than you already have.”

Nico sniffs haughtily. “My shirt is perfectly fine, thank you very much. I order them in black for a reason.”

He notices a giant grass stain on the side when he stands. He ignores it. Will does not.

“Yeah, ‘cause you’re the Goth King.”

“Ghost King.”

“Right, right. That helps your case.”

Nico shoves him, fighting back a grin. “Whatever, Solace. What are you bothering me for?”

“Oh, yeah!”

Nico is a deeply cheesy person. Down to the core of him, past all the sarcasm and prickliness and trauma, or whatever, he’s made of fucking mozzarella, because what business does he have comparing Will’s eyes to the morning winter sky? Huh? That’s embarrassing. It isn’t even original. If Nico caught anyone saying shit like that out loud in real life, he’s collapse into the shadows from embarrassment. He needs electroshock therapy.

“I was thinking —”

“Rare,” Nico quips, just to watch Will’s eyebrow twitch. It does. Nico smiles.

“I was thinking,” he repeats, mocking glare in Nico’s direction, “that you and me go to the city this afternoon.”

“You chased me across camp for that?”

“Oh, please, Zombie Face. I chased you maybe twenty yards.”

“I think all that time sniffing rubbing alcohol has deteriorated your brain.”

“I think I’m going to shove you in the lake.”

“Feel free to try. You will not wake up the next morning.”

“Nah.” Will shoots him a smug smile. Nico trips over air. “I can be as annoying as I want and you still won’t kill me. I have impunity.”

Nico rolls his eyes, refusing to dignify that with an answer. The less he acknowledges his own shame, the more likely it will go away on its own. Probably.

“Anyways. Guess what Cecil told me today.”

“His last will and testament?” Nico guesses, suddenly remembering his reason for being up this early.

“No, no, not that.” Will pauses. “Well, I mean, he did. I passed it on to Chiron. He has requested that when you maul him, you avoid his face, because he wants to be a sexy corpse and he can’t do that if you destroy his prettiest features.”

“Noted. Please inform him I will come for him within a window of the next fifteen hours.”

Theres a very particular face Will makes when he finds something genuinely funny. A smile a little more crooked than his regular one, teeth working at his bottom lip to hold it back, left dimple appearing in his cheek. It makes Nico want to do stupid things like press his thumb into said divot. He instead shoves his hands deeply into his pockets.

“I’ll let him know.” He clears his throat. “Anyways. You know what day it is today?”

Nico squints. “Tues…day? No, Wednesday.” He glances at Will. It’s been maybe….three days since their weekly sleepover? No, fuck, four. He thinks. “Thursday. Final answer.”

“Monday,” Will corrects, “and, gods, you need to sleep more. And a calendar. But no, that’s not my point.”

“Feel free to get to it.”

“It’s Valentine’s Day,” Will finally explains. He tries for exasperated, but it doesn’t work — he’s clearly excited, bouncing on the balls of his feet and waving his hands. “And The Five Seasons is doing half off for couples, so you and I need to go!”

He waves his hands, as if tying off some grand reveal. His (blue blue blue blue) eyes are squeezed nearly shut by the force of his beam, which lessons slightly with every second Nico does not respond.

“William,” he says finally. He opens his mouth, then closes it again. “William.”

Will pouts. “What?”

“Explain how this is relevant to me, William.”

“Aw, c’mon, Nico! Don’t be difficult!”

“William,” stresses Nico again. “We are not a couple. Did you hit your head again?”

“Well, duh, Neeks, it’s about the scam!” He flaps his hand in a way Nico assumes is meant to convey something. “We’re gonna — eat! Cheap! By pretending to be a couple!” Now both hands are flopping, paired with wide, imploring eyes. “Obviously!”

“Obviously,” Nico repeats, slowly. He instructs one half of his brain to keep its focus on not melting into a puddle of blushing embarrassed goo, and the other to exercise restraint and not strangle the boy in front of him. A headache begins to press behind his eyes. “Will, what the shit.”

“You of all people!” Will throws his hands up. “You love scamming people! You hate corporate holidays! You frequently throw pebbles at people who look, and I quote, too obnoxiously happy! You’re the best hater I know! You should be on board!”

He makes a compelling point. Not that Nico is going to make that easy for him.

“You seem very invested in this,” Nico points out. He manages to keep his voice tastefully judgmental, which he’s very proud of.

“Of course I am! I want cheap Five Seasons food, godsdammit!” He pauses, switching tactics. “Nico,” he says softly. He puts a gently hand on Nico’s forearm, making him freeze. He is suddenly very, very close, and wow, did his hair always frame his face in gentle waves? Has that always been a thing? “I really, really want to scam a restaurant with you.” He smiles, small and crooked and gods, Will doesn’t look dangerous very often, but holy Hades when he does — “Will you make my Valentines, and scam a restaurant with me?”

His fingers begin to trace little circles in the inside of Nico’s wrist.

“Yes,” he squeaks, voice cracking.

“Yes!” Will cheers, pulling his fist. “Yes, hell yes, Nico! We are going to scam the shit out of this restaurant! Half off for couples? How about half off for heathens! Free money, baby! Fuck yeah!”

He turns back towards Nico, smile still wide and radiant, blinking eyes pools of sparkling excitement. Nico’s knees go a little weak. “I’ll come get you at 2! Thank you, Neeks!”

He runs off back to his cabin, only tripping twice. Nico watches him go, feeling a little like he’s tripping, too, with all the swooping his stomach is doing.

“Dude,” he mumbles to himself, shaking his head. “Be normal. Christo.”

It takes him ten straight minutes to get back to his cabin, even though he’s standing at the porch.

———

The obsidian handle of the Hades’ cabin door rattles.

“Neeks!” calls a voice behind the door, “you ready to go?”

“Shit, shit, shit, shit, shit.” Nico scrambles over to the mirror and stares at himself. He turns a little to the left. He scowls. “Shit!” Tugging the shirt off, he turns back to his closet, tossing the piece of clothing to join the rest of its brethren on the floor. “Shitfuck. Fuckshit. Shit.”

“Nico!”

“Coming!”

Tapping his foot rapidly, he looks harder, as if that will magically make the right shirt pop into existence, perfectly pressed, on a hanger. “Shit.”

“What could possibly be taking so long? You’ve had two hours!”

“I care about my appearance, Mr Flip Flops and Scrubs!”

“Bleh bleh! Hurry up!”

Nico bites his lip. It shouldn’t matter. It doesn’t, really. Five Seasons is not actually a fancy restaurant. He and Will just like to joke that it is, because it has tablecloths. They’ve gone there dozens of times before; they stop every time they’re in the city for supply runs or visits to Olympus or to harass their summer-only friends at school. There is literally no reason for Nico to be stressing about what stupid shirt he should wear. Gods know Will is wearing cargo shorts.

“Nico!”

“I’m coming!“

Scowling, he digs through the pile of discarded clothes until he finds the first shirt he’d put on — a dark green button up that was given to him, along with a bunch of other fancy clothes he never wears, by the Aphrodite cabin. He hastily shoves their buttons through their holes, cursing when he mixes them up and has to start over, and sprints over to the mirror to inspect himself.

The shirt looks good. It’s a little tight on the arms, which he suspects was on purpose, and the colour compliments his skin nicely. The buttons are a dark, shiny brown that match his eyes. They pair nice with his simple jeans and black vans, casual enough that he doesn’t look like he’s going to Prom, or anything stupid like that, but dressy enough that it looks like he put effort in. He runs his fingers through his hair, trying to make the staticky strands sit right, but gives up pretty quickly. It’s okay if one thing is a little messy, right?

“Finally,” huffs Will as the door swings open. He glances Nico up and down, then grins. “You look great.”

Nico was right. He is indeed wearing cargo shorts, although to his credit they are his one pair without various Head Medic stains. His sweater, too, is a pretty blue, V-necked, long-sleeved, and a completely different style than his shorts. It clashes horribly. His shoes are, for some reason, bright solid pink. Nico suspects Hecate magic. His hair is braided in two French braids, his favourite way to wear it. Nico believes he is also wearing a touch of sparkly eyeshadow.

“You look dorky.”

Will grins wider. “Thank you! I wouldn’t let anyone help me choose something.”

“You should have.”

“I wanted it to be authentic, Nico. Also, got something for you.” From behind his back, he pulls out a handful of daisies, black dirt clinging to their roots, like he plucked them straight from the ground. Nico is inexplicably endeared by the image, and prays the smile on his face is less soft than he knows it is.

“You got me flowers?”

“Well, duh, Avril Lavigne. We gotta sell the scam.”

Nico brings them close to his face and inhales deeply. They smell fresh and earthy and sweet.

“That’s a stupid reason to bring someone flowers.”

“Give them back, then.”

“No. Fuck off. They’re mine.”

Will’s eyes twinkle. “Okay.” He holds out his arm. “Ready to go?”

The jump is close enough that Nico can convince him to shadow travel, and not just because he sadistically looks forward to the shade of green Will’s face will get after. As dangerous as he knows it can be, he misses it, sometimes. There’s something comforting about it, something soothing and familiar. Shadow travelling to the restaurant eases any lingering nerves.

“If you’re gonna throw up, do it somewhere I can’t hear you,” he says as they materialize in an alley.

Will’s cheeks puff out. “I’m gonna do it on your fuckin’ shoes.”

“I will leave your ass here, Solace, I swear to the gods.” Despite his grumbling, he rests a cool hand on the back of Will’s neck until he’s recovered. “Good?”

“Yeah.” He straightens, dusting off his sweater. “Let’s go.”

Nico follows him down the alley and onto the street, elbowing past the crowd of pedestrians until they approach the familiar glass doors. He rolls his eyes fondly every time Will apologizes to someone.

“You need to be meaner.”

Will sticks his tongue out and tries to trip him. Unfortunately, he only manages to throw himself off balance, nearly crashing to the floor of Nico hadn’t caught him.

“Good gods, Solace.”

“That was your fault!”

“Yeah, yeah.”

The doors of the restaurant are absolutely plastered in cheesy red hearts and bows and cartoon kisses. And, as promised, a giant sign promising couples a fifty percent discount on their meals.

“My love,” says Will dramatically, holding out a hand, “shall we?”

Nico sighs, resting his hand delicately in Will’s. It sparks with electricity, like it always does. “I suppose.”

“Party pooper.”

“I’m not hearing oh, Nico, thank you so much for doing this incredibly stupid thing with me, you are my dearest friend and I owe you one. Or three, for some reason.”

Will’s mouth twitches. “Oh, Nico, thank you so much for —”

Nico shoves him, laughing. “Shut up.”

They’re seated pretty quickly, server smiling when they take notice of their clasped hands. Will orders chicken tenders, like he does every single time without fail, and water. Nico orders from the adult menu and absolutely does not make any kind of show about it.

“There is nothing babyish about chicken tendies.”

“Oh, of course not.”

“Is this about you having a credit card? That does not make you more adult than me. It makes you a nepo baby.”

“Mhm. Sure thing.”

“Nobody likes a nepo baby, Nico.”

“Look, I think your drink comes with a complimentary sippy cup.”

Teasing and joking with Will is so easy that Nico forgets the core of their mission. The pink garlands hanging from the ceiling fade into the background — he’s too busy crying with laughter when Will nearly chokes to death on a french fry, too busy flicking a forkful of food at his shoulder just to make him shriek, too busy kicking his shin under the table. He catches Nico’s foot between his the fourth time he tries it, keeping it trapped for the rest of the meal. Nico finds he doesn’t mind.

“And your bill,” says their server when they’re done, setting down a slip of paper. “Forgive me if I’m being presumptuous, but do you two qualify for today’s discount?”

Will smirks widely. “We do,” he says, with no small amount of pleasure. He shoots Nico the least subtle wink of all time. Nico rolls his eyes, cheeks going a little pink.

“Great! You guys have a wonderful Valentine’s day.”

“You, too.”

The server hurries away, turning to their other tables. Will’s smile is wide and smug.

“I knew it would work.”

“Duh. Easiest scam in the world, Solace.”

He sticks his tongue out. “And thus the best payout. You’re welcome.”

“Blah, blah. Gimme the bill.”

“Um, no way, di Angelo. I’m paying.”

He opens his wallet before Nico can stop him, mouthing as he counts the bills.

“What? No! I’m paying.”

“Are not.”

“Am too!”

“Are not.” He sets down a couple twenties. Nico snatches them right back up. “You we’re just complaining about my credit card!”

“Exactly. Thus my need to continue to pretend you don’t have one, so we can continue our friendship.”

“Solace, I swear to the gods.”

“di Angelo, I swear to the gods.”

Nico stares him down. Will stares back. He doesn’t even try to hide his lazy grin, his laughing eyes.

“You’re not paying for this by yourself,” Nico says firmly. “You don’t have a job. My father invented being rich.”

“Sure, but I made you come with me.”

“Ugh!” Nico throws his hands up, imagining how satisfying it would be to wrap his hands around that long neck (followed by his teeth and his tongue and his —). “Why are you impossible? I would’ve gone with you no matter what, stupid!”

As soon as he says it he wants to stick his head in wet cement. For a brief second, something like surprise flits across Will’s face, before he schools it back into his teasing smirk.

“Well, obviously, Death Breath. I’m excellent company.”

“You’re literally the most annoying person I know.”

“And yet here you are, hanging out with me, of your own volition.”

“…I’m paying next time.”

Will grins. “Whatever you say.”

They walk around the city for a while before heading back to camp. Will says it’s because he needs the air, Nico knows it’s because he wants him to rest a little longer before trying to shadow travel again. He tries not to let himself get all melty inside.

(Nobody willingly hangs out around the city for the ‘air’. He’s a shit liar. Nico should be offended.)

It’s nearing curfew by the time they melt back out from behind Thalia’s tree, extra shadows of early evening making the trip easier.

“Those fries are going to make a reappearance,” Will grimaces.

“Not if you don’t want me to kick you in the face.”

“You’d never.”

He would indeed never. But he would rather pass away than admit it, so.

“C’mon, dot face. It’s getting late. You have a cabin to run.”

“Oh, Nico,” Will says in a breathy falsetto, “are you walkin’ me to my cabin? How chivalrous!”

“Nevermind.”

“No no no no no I’m kidding, I’m kidding!” Nico allows himself to be tugged, weak to Will’s giggles. “Walk me to my cabin. C’mon.”

Sighing, as if he’s so put out, Nico does. Some point in between Thalia’s tree and the amphitheater, Will’s hand slides down from around his wrist to tangled in between his fingers. Coincidentally, his mouth goes dry.

As they approach the Apollo cabin, Will slows to a stop.

“Hey.” He squeezes their fingers together, smile soft in the dying light of dawn. “I had fun today. Thank you for coming with me.”

Nico swallows. One day, those words will be said in a different context, if everything goes well for Nico, and he’s not sure how the hell he’s going to handle it without bursting into flame. “Yeah, well. Anything to scam a restaurant.”

“Right.”

They walk the last few steps to the cabin, rickety porch steps creaking under their feet as they approach the open door. Will doesn’t let go.

“Hey, Nico.”

“…Yeah?”

Quick as a flash, Will leans in and presses the softest of kisses to his mouth. The noise Nico makes is practically punched out of his lungs, spine going rigid in surprise.

“You can pay for our next date, okay?”

He’s gone before Nico can respond, ducking into his cabin with a small smile and closing the door behind him. Nico stands there, like an idiot, for three solid minutes at the very least, distantly aware of the giggles coming through the open window.

His hand comes up, fingers brushing his bottom lip.

“The little fucker set me up.”

Valentine’s day scam. Please. The only scam today was the scam of Will’s sneaky asking.

Nico smiles.

“You’re a mess, Solace!” he shouts, knowing damn well Will is listening.

He’s right. “Goodnight, Nico!”

Shaking his head, Nico runs back to his cabin, entire body tingling and cheeks aching with his grin.

#they should argue more actually it’s so funny #pjo #percy jackson and the olympians #hoo #heroes of olympus #pjo hoo toa #nico di angelo #will solace #solangelo #will/nico #nico/will #banter #valentine’s day #fluff #fic #my writing #longpost #not established relationship but it might as well be

[thesuperiorrobin]

𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐮𝐞 𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧~

Type: straight up headcanon. Based off when my parents let me decide if I want a tongue piercing or a nose piercing. Spoiler it was not a tongue piercing :/. I’m too much of a wuss to let anything near my mouth. I actually do know how long it takes for them to heal but my mom told me it takes about 2 weeks cause she got one when she was 14.

Warning: mentions of make outs, OOC Damian, horny Damian.

^doesn’t know. You wanted to keep a a surprise.

^ you only told him when he had came back from a three week long mission, when he had snuck into your room at night and tried to kiss you but you dived it for obvious reason.

^he was butt hurt when you did it and when he tried again you dogged it one more time with a smile as he glares down at you.

“What’s up with you? Are you mad at me?”

“No I just can’t kiss you”

“Are you sick? Cause may I remind you I have a very strong immune system”

^you laugh at him while he stands there confused and after a minute of trying to calm down you show him why. You open your mouth to show him why.

^He’s confused until his green eyes land on the silver ball that’s right above the tip of your tongue. He grabs ahold of your chin just to get a better look. Eyes lingering for a second until he glances right back at you.

“Is that Real?”

*you hum and he lets go.

“Yep. So no kissing until it’s healed”

^ there’s a shit eating grin on your face.

“How long will that take?”

“It should take about a week or so but no tongue action for at least 2 weeks”

“2 weeks? Why do you do this to me?”

^he dreads the healing process. He can kiss no one the lips, cause he knows if he did he won’t have any self control. So he’s best bet for the weeks was giving you kisses everywhere but your lips.

^and hates how you tease him. How you kiss him at the edge of his mouth. It’s so close but so far. He doesn’t like it.

^sometimes he likes to look at it. When you’re talking he’s only focus on the silver ball and probably nothing more. other times he grabs ahold of your chin and you open your mouth knowing what he wants.

^those 2 weeks feel like years to him.

^but he’s been counting those days and you know it. It’s like new year’s countdowns. He’s waiting until the ball drops so he can latch on to you and kiss you.

^and when those two week are up he’s sneaking into your window. As you great him with a hello, he doesn’t get a word in when he jumps you and drags you to bed. Lips attaching to one another harshly.

^the new feeling of the metal against his tongue drives him insane as he plays with your tongue with his. It sends a spark between the two of you as you let out groans and moans. As always you’re the first to lean away.

^you two are breathing heavily and you manage to let out a breathy laugh.

“If I knew you would have been this turned on I would have pierced my tongue sooner”

^he doesn’t answer you back instead his diving right back in, mouth latched back on to yours and tongues fighting for dominance.

I’m taking a small break from my one shots. I’ve been really burned out lately from school and work. But I’ll work on headcanons for a bit.

#damian al ghul #damian wayne #damian wayne x reader #damian al ghul x reader #damian x reader #robin x reader #damian wayne headcanon #Damian Al ghul headcanon

[killsaki]

old gold ☆ shinichiro won’t give you a chance ‘cause he doesn’t want you to waste your youth.. but he and his friends have never shared the same values.

takeomi akashi x female!reader x wakasa imaushi

3.7k words. | read on ao3. | minors dni.

cw/tw : spit roast, fingering, unprotected sex/creampie, exhibitionism (heard not seen), pet names, praise, light degradation, slight burn play, age gaps, reader wears a skirt, corruption kink.

“you look so pretty in an apron.”

shinichiro glares playfully at you out of the corner of his eyes, a smile creeping up on his face before he shakes his head.

“you know how they’ll talk to me if i burn this.”

you put on a fake pout, swinging your feet from where you’re sitting on the countertop watching as he finishes preparing dinner for the swarm of young men that were piled in the living room.

“it’s not like you’ve never burned anything before.”

he sucks his teeth at that, a small smile still lingering on his lips. you know you didn’t have much time left alone with him, that mikey would come around the corner looking for you with that chilling expression like he always does when you’ve snuck off to flirt it up with his big brother.

“and they don’t let me live it down until i cook for them agai—“

“shinichiro, let’s get married.” you cut him off and he just laughs. it’s like a broken record the way he brushes you off, treating you as if you have some school kid crush on him. like you’re not someone of legal drinking age with a fully developed brain. “i’m not a little girl.”

“i know you’re not.” he sighs through his nose, eyes leaving the stove top to look over at you and your feet still against the wooden cabinet door. “but you have so much time left to do whatever it is you want.”

“what i want to do is you.”

“you need to have fun.” he raises his eyebrows, he speaks the words softly but you know the intent behind them is firm. “you’re a beautiful girl, you’ve got the world in your palm. don’t let a relationship while you’re young tie you down.”

you want to open your mouth to answer but before you get the chance, you’re interrupted by the sound of mitsuya swinging himself around the corner. “smiley’s in here talkin’ shit about you not finishing the tournament.”

“i’m coming.” you quickly reply, hoping he’ll go away, but he doesn’t. you hop off the counter to follow after him, chewing at the inside of your cheek in frustration.

“two years.” you hear shinichiro speak from behind you and you spin on your heels. “in two years, if you’ve had all the fun you can handle and still want to get married, i’ll be here.”

there’s a smile on your face before you realize it’s there. “you’ll wait for me?”

“i don’t have anything else to do.” he shrugs and you don’t comment on how he doesn’t come off nearly as cool as he probably thought. “just workin’ at the shop.”

you nod, ignoring the calls of your name from the other room. “and cooking meals for us,” you add on, taking another step towards the living room before calling from behind the wall. “like what you’re burning right now.”

“shit—” you wish you could’ve seen his eyes go wide, and you nearly go back to fawn, until another call of your name rings off the walls and your already thin patience dissolves.

“i’m fucking coming!”

/ / /

“is it even unlocked?” you huff, irritated by the summer night’s heat as you walk in front of your two closest friends towards the all too familiar bike shop.

“should be, he said he’s hanging out with his old friends.” mikey answers.

“you should not be saying that.” draken laughs, and you know it’s meant as a shot at you.

“i only have a thing for shin’, not all old men.” you tsk.

“didn’t you tell inupi that he didn’t meet your age requirement?” draken teases but mikey is far from amused.

“my brother is not old, you—“ the shorter one starts.

“oh, it’s open.” you cut him off as you swing the door and to avoid his annoyed expression you rush inside. “shin’!” you sing, practically skipping through the bike shop looking for the man in question.

“slow down!” draken chides from behind you, muttering something about you knocking something over.

“why do you get to be the first one to say hi? he’s my brother.” mikey adds on and all you can do is laugh as you enter the hallway to the office near the back where the light shines under the door.

“‘cause he likes my face better than yours,” you swing the door open, sticking your tongue out at mikey. “obviously.”

it takes you a full minute to process who it is in front of you when you finally look and once you do, your jaw all but drops. through all the time you’ve spent as mikey’s friend, all the years you’ve followed shinichiro around, you’ve only caught glances of the old higher ups from the first generation of the black dragons. and aren’t they a sight to see.

shinichiro pulls you from whatever thoughts were forming as you eyed the other older men with a greeting.

“mikey messed up something on his bike.” you blurt, biting your lip to keep anything else from leaving your mouth. you point with your thumb towards the boys who have come to stand behind you, only to have the one you named slap it down.

“she did it, not me.”

you scoff at his lie, elbowing him to earn a nudge that sends you stumbling forward.

“i’ll look at it.” shinichiro pushes himself from where he’d been leaning against the desk, looking over to his white haired friend. “benkei, come pull the garage open?”

you watch him cross the room with hearts in your eyes, leaning into the door so your shoulder is pressed flat against it. you catch sight of his silver chain glinting in the low light, his black shirt only making it more prominent. you start to back out of his way alongside mikey, but the blonde doesn’t allow you to pass the door frame.

“you’re not gonna talk about how hot my brother is the whole time,” he pushes you back in the room, turning away and telling you from down the hall to, ‘go sit down.’

“my friends don’t bite.” shin’ smiles a promise and it comforts you slightly, especially when you catch his scent as he passes by—but not enough to turn around and face them. not until the door closes in your face and you can feel the burn of stares on your back.

“we really don’t bite,” is spoken from the couch following the sound of a lighter flickering.

“okay,” is all you manage back, awkwardly. you avoid looking at them in favor of staring at the spot where shinichiro had been leaning as you approach it.

“you shin’s girl?” makes you giggle as you hop up on the cold wood, thankful for the contrast to the warmth of your skin. but you still bite your lips, looking up at them as you debate how to reply.

maybe the whole first generation of black dragons were attractive, you think. surely draken couldn’t have been right about you just having a thing for older men. your eyes drag from the long-haired man with the prettiest eyes you’ve ever seen to the more rugged one with a unique dye job of his own. you surely knew their names… somewhere in your mind.

“nah,” is what you settle on, shrugging. “not yet.”

the longer haired one says your name like something about your response made something click for him. “he said somethin’ about you before.”

you nod slowly, curiosity suddenly eating at you but like always, you’re interrupted before you can pry.

“been havin’ fun?” the one you’re starting to realise is akashi asks another question, and you only shake your head. maybe shinichiro told them about your deal. they were some of his oldest friends, it wouldn’t be too much of a stretch to believe. “you smoke?”

“oh no, not tobacco.” you shake your head, wrinkling your nose at the memory of how it’d tasted when you’d taken a hit from hanma shuji’s cigar months back.

“c’mon,” he calls you to the couch with a wave of his hand, watching intently as you hesitate, looking towards the closed door. shinichiro wouldn’t leave you with them if they would hurt you. slowly, you make your way to stand in front of him. he leans his head against his shoulder to blow the smoke away from your face when you stop, giving you a view of his defined jaw and that scar running down his cheek.

“one hit won’t hurt.” he looks back at you and holds the cigarette up for you to grab. with shaking fingers, you take it from his fingers. you can practically taste the smoke off of his scent alone. he reeks like a chainsmoker but somehow it’s not enough to make you repulsed.

“you’re such a pretty lil’ thing,” he mutters, leaning forward and reaching out with rough fingers to skim up the side of your thigh as you take a short drag. “it’d be a shame not to show you a good time while we got ya.” your face burns at the touch, and whatever expression you make from the unexpected words mixed with the sting of nicotine hitting your chest makes him chuckle. “that’s if you can handle it.”

you cough out the smoke, quickly moving the cigarette away from where it pollutes your air. “i can handle a lot,” you say coolly, grimacing at the aftertaste. “cigarette smoke just isn’t on that list.”

he chuckles and reaches to grab the cigarette from your hold. or so you thought, his hand instead wraps around your wrist, pulling you down gently to straddle his lap.

despite his gentle guiding, you manage to be clumsy enough that ashes are dropped on the top of your thigh— the burning cherry falling with it making you suck in a sharp breath, hand twisting into his shirt and eyes fluttering shut all the same. he hums and apologizes under his breath, adjusting you on his thighs as he reaches around you to the coffee table for his lighter— his chest pressing up against yours and free arm wrapping around the small of your back to secure you in the process.

“‘ll be more careful with ya, promise.” his stubble brushes against your neck as he leans back against the cushions, fingers fumbling against the plastic and the other trying to be delicate not to break the paper. you’re not sure where the confidence comes from, but you grab the lighter from his hold and flicker the flame for him, not once breaking eye contact as he places the butt back between his lips and leans in to catch the fire. your hand falls after the flame dies, watching him take a drag as your own breath gets caught in your throat when his free hand starts to dance up the side of your body.

once he finishes inhaling, he licks his lips and you feel something heat in the pit of your stomach at the sight—shinichiro wants you to experience being young and wild, surely he wouldn’t be mad if it was with his friends. smoke is blown across your face and before you have a moment to react, the hand at your side wraps around your jaw and holds it, but doesn’t pull you forward—you move on your own.

you press your lips into his and the taste of his tongue makes you whine before you adjust to it, your hands moving from where they’d fallen limp to wrap around his neck. the hold on your face disappears and then you feel the same rough palm gliding under your skirt, squeezing at the soft give of your ass. his mouth moves from your own, down to your neck where you shiver at the way he seems to find all your most sensitive spots with ease, sucking and licking at them. you’re so lost in the feeling that you don’t even notice when he moves his hand again, not until his thumb is pressing at your clit through your panties making you let out a soft whisper of a curse and you’re bucking your hips into his touch.

so caught up in how akashi consumes your senses, it takes far too long to recognize the other man’s hand— the man you’d completely forgot was still lingering in the room—is tugging at the end of your skirt.

“c’mere.” imaushi speaks low, his gaze dragging from your chest back up to your eyes before trying again to beckon you over with a nod of his head and even as akashi pulls from where he’d likely been putting marks into your skin, you hesitate. “it’ll be fun.” he finally convinces you and with akashi’s help, you’re crawling off his lap only to realize with a flushed face that you’re now stuck between them on your hands and knees.

the long-haired man’s hands are much softer in comparison to those trailing along the backside of your thighs. imaushi wraps his hand under your jaw the same way akashi had done, and you realize that he also waits for you to close the gap between the two of you on your own. low eyes glancing between yours and your likely swollen lips until you reach to connect with his.

his lips are softer than akashi’s, you note, his tongue sweeter. he moans lightly as you suck on the muscle, his grasp loosening in favor of wrapping around the back of your neck to pull you in closer. behind you, akashi thumbs over your slit, pressing the wet fabric deeper into your folds with each pass. you’re sure you make a noise when he starts to circle at your clit, one that imaushi mimics tauntingly before he pulls your shirt up, using the hand not pinning you to him to slide under your bra and tweak at your nipples.

one of akashi’s hands work your underwear to the side, a low “shit, baby” falls from his mouth and he mimics his same movements, teasing your clit and entrance until you’re making an even bigger mess for him, the sound of him gliding through your slit obvious in the otherwise quiet room. the need to have them do something— anything else becomes overbearing.

“stop teasing,” nearly comes out as a whisper when you pull from the kiss. but you know they both hear you because imaushi looks past you to where his friend is sitting and they both laugh shortly at your expense.

“not teasin’, pretty.” the man infront of you turns his hold so his thumb is under the side of your jaw, the rest of his fingers wrapper around your throat. “we don’t rush things like the little boys you run ‘round with.”

and as to prove his point, akashi pushes a single finger into you, taking his time to press it against your softest wall that he didn’t have to guess to find. if not for it being held up, you’re sure your jaw would drop as the high whine vibrates through your throat. another is added and you’ve lost a sense of where you are, your eyes roll back and you’re pushing your hips to try and force his pace but the hand that you know is holding his still lit cigarette grabs the fat of your ass, holding you in place for him to fuck his fingers into you how he sees fit.

you can hear the sound of imaushi undoing his pants below you but you don’t register why until he brings his mouth to your ear. “spit on it for me, princess.”

obediently, you do, moving with shaking arms to pucker your lips and drop spit onto the head of his cock. when akashi adds the third finger, your arms completely give out and imaushi’s hold isn’t as strong as you’d thought because you fall right onto his lap. you can’t complain, not with the pleasure coiling in your stomach, added with the sight of him pumping his length with your spit coating him.

“how you feelin’, lil’ baby?” the words float from the other end of the couch.

“s’good, ‘kashi, fuck.” he curls his fingers and pushes them deeper than before on your last word making you squeal.

“takeomi,” he huffs and you feel the weight by your feet shift. you’re sure you’d be able to pick up the sound of him unzipping his own pants but imaushi’s hand distracts you with a guiding push towards his now fully hard cock.

you’re granted the sight of his lean abdomen when he slides his own shirt up away from where his dick rests against it. “‘nd call me waka, yeah?”

you mumble out an, “‘kay, waka,” but it’s swallowed by the gasp you make when akashi presses the thick head of himself against your entrance. “‘omi, ‘omi fuck—“ he’s easily bigger than anyone you’ve taken, in girth at least.

“s’wet.” he sucks in a breath as he pushes in slowly, holding your skirt out of his way as he pulls back after every inch he sinks in to ease himself into you. “this for us old men, little thing?”

you moan a sweet ‘mhm’ though your face burns in embarrassment. you force yourself onto your forearms and wrap your lips around imaushi’s cock, the taste of salt diminishing the thought. later you’d think about how pretty his dick was, from the pink of the tip to the veins running along the shaft— veins that you now tongue at while you take more into your mouth, hollowing your cheeks and moaning around him when akashi pushes even more of his thick cock into you and you’re starting to wish you would’ve taken the extra prep he’d been trying to do.

“what a mouth.” is grunted from above you and you wouldn’t believe the deepness in his tone if you weren’t hearing it for yourself. akashi chuckles shortly from where he’s kneeled when he feels you clench around him at what one can hardly call praise.

it’s when he finally bottoms out that his ashes fall on your skin once again, this time on your ass and you choke around the tip hitting your throat when the cherry burns you yet again, making you jump from where your hips were pressed to his.

“dirty girl.” akashi shakes his head knowingly at the way you tighten around him again. “‘nd i was so worried ‘bout hurtin’ you.”

“she like that?” imaushi asks with the most amusement you’ve heard from him tonight, which is still closer to none. but you don’t hear if he gets an answer because akashi winds his hips back and starts fucking into you— the pace isn’t brutal, but is far faster than the one he’d used while fingering you.

you try to bob your head but it’s no use when you’re forced down onto imaushi with each push of the clothed thighs behind you until you can’t breathe anymore and you have to pop off of him. your head falls back on his thigh and your nails come to dig into the fabric of his dark jeans.

“you’re good,” imaushi coo’s, grabbing your hand from his lap and using it to jerk himself off as your eyes flutter. “just be good ‘nd feel good for us.”

it’s all too much, the ecstasy they give you that you’ve never even brought yourself to, how they’re fucking you out farther than you’ve ever been, all while still treating you like glass. it makes your head spin, tears welling in your eyes as the knot in your stomach winds so tight it’s starting to fray.

“‘m close, s’close—fuck, fuck—“ you try to reach beneath you with your free hand, but akashi bats it away.

“c’mon baby, don’t insult me like that.” one of his rough hands reaches around your hip, pinching and rolling your clit between his fingers and sends you tumbling over the edge.

all you see is white as the hot static flows through your limbs, the curses escaping both the older men lost over the sound of your own broken moans. their names mix together, whined softly like a prayer repeated again and again as akashi fucks you through your high, groaning as his grip tightens into your plush skin at the way your pussy pulses around him.

“feel so damn good,” his own voice sounds worn and you let out a whimper. “‘gonna take it for me?”

you only have a clue at what he could mean but you nod and babble out ‘yes’ and ’please’ before you truly give it any thought. his speed picks up, but somehow still as gentle as he shove his cock so deep its painful and paints your walls white. it sends your eyes rolling back again just from the sensation.

“shiiiit— put your tongue out f’me, princess.”

it’s a heart racing sight to see how imaushi stares at you with parted lips, chest heaving as he throbs in your palm. you loll your tongue out just as he asked and he nearly instantly shoots his load on it with a silent moan, one that only becomes audible when you lick at his slit before swallowing what coats your tongue.

you’re floating as you’re straightened up by sturdy hands, a different set of hands massage soothingly at your thigh when you’re back upright.

“keep tryin’ with shin’.” akashi scoots to closer, letting you fall and lean into his side, one heavy arm resting along the back of the couch as the other put his nearly gone cigarette back between his lips. “he’s bound to give in.”

“”nd if not, just put it on him.” imuashi squeezes the fat of your thigh as he adds on. “he won’t be able to say no.”

all you can do is smile dumbly and nod. you’re so close to drifting off after such an orgasm and the way they speak so lowly from either side of you nearly lulls you to sleep. the only other thing you can remember before you fall into unconsciousness is the music playing from inside the shop— you wonder how long it’s be on, and why it’s so loud.

you miss shinichiro who finally comes back into the room after keeping everyone out of the hallway after he’d caught sound of your moans. miss the small rise of the corner of his mouth when he sees you all tuckered out and disheveled, the way you snuggle into akashi’s chest and push your leg into imaushi’s hand when he stops massaging at it for even a second.

“she have fun?” he asks his friends as he passes behind where you’re sat, palm falling to rub the top of your head.

“‘course she did,” imaushi answers.

“don’t get stingy when you finally put a ring on it.” akashi blows his smoke opposite of you. “even married women should have fun.”

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#tokyo revengers smut #tokyo revengers x reader #wakasa smut #wakasa x reader #takeomi akashi x reader #takeomi akashi smut #tokrev smut #wakasa x you #tokyo revengers x you #takeomi smut #takeomi x you #tokyo revengers fic

[moneymartin]

pls shy lottie hcs >__<

🦌- shy!lottie hcs

she was very closed off when she started playing soccer at school fs. i feel like she would probably be afraid of telling ppl she was schizo so she kept that to herself ☹️

as a freshman she probably had a few friends that traveled up with her thru middle school but they barely talked to her at the beginning

she seems like the snarky mean rich girl but in reality she is just a big ol puppy

if you talked to her in class the girl would literally squeak out an answer cause she’s too damn nervous to actually talk to you 😭

instead she passes you little notes. things that say “how have u been? :)” or “the answers are…” and “blah blah blah” whenever the teacher starts talking too much

probably a lot of stupid drawings YET really fucking good ones. not related but i feel like lottie is really good at the arts

when she starts talking to you more though she becomes a little bit more confident. actually using her mouth to talk instead of the notes 💀

she still does it though cause whenever she thinks you look really pretty/handsome she’ll draw a really good picture of you and you keep it forever

then you guys actually start to date. she doesn’t make the first move, obvi but she’s so into you

she makes it really obvious too. holding your hand in the hallways or sticking little envelopes on your locker door that says “from lottie” with a bunch of detailed drawings (flowers and animals) and a stupid doodle of you two together

also she definitely not a good kisser 😭

her shy personality made it a lot harder for her to get into relationships. she never gets to say what she wants to say so she ended up losing a bunch of chances. then you made that move :)!!!!

when you give her a kiss on just the cheek or the forehead she is RED! SO RED IT WON’T EVEN LOOK REAL!

she’d stammer a lot afterwards. maybe thanking you for that and then burying her face into your shoulder cause she’s so embarrassed

BUT when you actually kiss her on the lips for the first time she has no clue what to do. like a lost puppy:(

you help her out by guiding her face and her head so she can do it right

you pull away too so you can tell her what to do with her lips. she’s sooo shy but she wants you to know she’s trying so that you can feel good too >__<

definitely whines and whimpers in between the kiss cause she’s not used to it…

she doesn’t know what to do with her hands too. you guide them to either your hips, your waist, or your butt 😆 she’s afraid to grip but you tell her to :3

when you two finish she is a fucking mess. like she won’t speak, she won’t move, and she won’t even look at you after. like she’s so flustered and embarrassed again and everything like!!!!

SHES SO BABY I’M GOING TO DIE

#this is short sorry im so sleepy #charlotte matthews #yellowjackets #lottie matthews #charlotte matthews x reader #lottie matthews x reader #lottie matthews headcanons #yellowjackets x reader #lottie matthews yellowjackets #lottie yellowjackets #yellowjackets headcanons

[hllfireclb]

+18 mdni, sorry for all writing mistakes :)

"I can’t sleep" | e.m x fem!reader

It‘s in the middle of the night but you’re still lying in your bed, awake and unable to get a few minutes of piece and relaxation. A quick look of yours to the right and you’re able to see your clock, which is hanging on white wall of your bedroom.

3:47am.

"Fuck this shit“ you groan as you roll onto your side. It‘s been a good 2 hours, since you’ve tried to fall asleep, but in vain. Your eyes are heavy with sleep and you wish nothing more but to just finally doze away, but something inside you just won’t let that happen. Instinctively you grab the phone which is placed on the bedside table next to your bed.

A few taps on specific numbers and it starts ringing.

"C‘mon, please pick up" you mumble softly

It takes a while until you finally hear the sound, you‘ve been wanting to hear since the last minute. A deep, sleepy "Mhh?" can be heard from the other side of the phone, followed by a low "who‘s there?"

"Ed‘s, oh my, I’m so glad you picked up" a sigh of relief leaves your parted lips as they slowly turn into a soft smile. "Baby, are you okay? Why are you still up? Did something happen?" The voice of your boyfriend sounds different immediately. Confusion, concern and a slight rush of adrenaline are filling his voice now. Why would you be up that late? Of course it’s a Saturday night and you don’t have to get up for school tomorrow, but still. Staying up that late usually isn’t something you’d do on purpose.

"I‘m okay Ed‘s, don’t worry. I can’t sleep, I don’t know why. Can you stay on the phone with me for a while? Please?"

Oh, Eddie would never be able to say no to you. Especially not when you sound all tired and cute like this. You‘re probably pouting these adorable lips of yours right now. And oh how right he is. You are.

"Awee, sure Princess. What‘s the matter? You’re not tired?" He chuckles as he shifts on his bed, making himself lie down comfortable again. You shake your head, but obviously he can’t see your movements right now, so you add a soft "No" to tell him, his assumption isn’t right. "What is it then, mh?" His voice is low. Deep like the secrets of the ocean, soft like a feather against human skin. It causes goosebumps all over your body.

"I don‘t know" you softly sigh again, this time because of frustration. After a few seconds of comfortable silence pass, before Eddie speaks up again "Want me to help you, to get some relief from the frustration sweet thing?".

You don’t need to see his face, to know that his lips are curled into his smug Munson-Grin, how you like to call it. Your cheeks go all pink and hot, and you need some time to answer him "W-What do you mean?" You stutter.

"Oh you exactly know what I’m talking about Y/n“. The way he adds your name at the end of his sentence makes your heat immediately rush from your face, down to your core, causing your legs to press against each other softly. You don’t answer and Eddie knows what’s going on.

"C‘mon Sweetheart, it’s not like I don’t know what your moans sound like" another deep chuckle can be heard from the other end of the phone. "Take off your panties baby" Eddie’s voice is barely above a whisper now, almost like a deep growl. Of course you obey him. Your free Hand slowly starts roaming your own body until it stops right at your panties, before pulling them down slowly.

"That‘s a good girl. Now wait for me until I’m at yours" he chuckles again and before you’re able to answer, he‘s hung up. Leaving you there in his shirt only and a wet patch on the mattress.

"This Idiot better be driving fast"

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#stranger things #eddie munson #stranger things 4 #eddie oneshot #eddie one shot #eddie munson headcanons #eddie munson st4 #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x female reader #eddie munson smut #eddie munson boyfriend #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson x fem #eddie munson x female character smut #eddie munson fanfic #this is so rushed help

[chososchalupa]

New to school

Fem!Reader x Megumi

♡ About! Yuji’s sister is new to Jujutsu High and Megumi may cause more issues than she’s ready for

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CW - Drinking, Kissing😳, Drunk texting, Megumi should be a CW at this point

Ch.8 - written w a splash of smau

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You stood anxiously playing with your fingers as you looked around for Megumi, it had been a good five minutes since his last text and he was still nowhere to be seen. You huffed and checked your phone one last time before starting to walk away from your spot by the door.

“Hey!” someone had grabbed your arm, “i thought i said ‘don’t move’? I just had to find you”

You spun around and were greeted with dark blue eyes glaring into yours. “Let’s go find your brother and Nobara. I think I saw them in the kitchen” He smiled softly as he let go of your arm and started walking towards the kitchen.

‘Why is he being so nice right now?’ you thought as you walked after him.

You followed him into the less crowded kitchen and saw the pong table but Yuji and Nobara were nowhere to be found. Megumi had stopped in front abruptly causing you to bump into him slightly. He glanced over his shoulder but didn’t say anything before turning back and yelling for Toge.

Toge came running over, “Megs!” he smiled and looked around Megumis back at you, “Yujis sister?” he looked confused as he glanced back to Megumi.

“I’m trying to help her find Yuji and Nobara, have you seen them? I thought they were playing a game with you?” Megumi glanced around the room as he appeared to be looking for them as well.

“Oh! They were! We were running low on drinks so I asked them to run to the store for me” He smiled looking at Megumi, his smile seemed genuine enough but you could feel something wasn’t right.

You rolled your eyes at this and went to walk back to your safe spot by the door in the living room, that was until Megumi grabbed your arm again.

“Where do you think you’re going? You can chill with Toge and I until they get back. It’s better than being alone, right?” He smiled again, his smile didn’t quite reach his eyes but you didn’t notice as you smiled back and nodded. Maybe Megumi had a change in opinion on you.

“Well, instead of standing here, let’s go play a game!” Toge started walking towards the living room as you and Megumi followed behind him. “Who wants to play Seven Minutes in Heaven?” He shouted into the living room.

There were lots of shouts in agreement and Toge turned back to you and Megumi with a smirk, “Make a circle, I’ll be right back with a bottle!” and with that, he walked back to the kitchen.

Megumi walked ahead of you, sitting down in the already forming circle. You glanced around to see anyone else you knew and thankfully, there was Maki. You sighed in relief and went to sit next to her in the circle, unbeknownst to you, Megumis eyes were drilling into you as you moved away from him. You quickly pulled out your phone and sent a text to Nobara

You sighed and put your phone down next to your almost empty cup.

“You okay?” Maki asked as she looked over at you, “You look like an anxious mess”

You giggled at her remark, “I’m good! Megumi has just been tolerable tonight. It’s weird”

She glanced over to where Megumi was sitting and noticed him talking to Toge before looking back to you, “Maybe Toge talked to him about it, He probably didn’t want any fights happening at his party, you know?”

You watched as Toge and Megumi laughed with each other and nodded, maybe Megumi won’t try anything tonight.

Just as you were about to answer Maki, Toge spoke up, “Okay everyone! you know the rules, spin the bottle and whoever it lands in, you’re being locked in the closet with. No ifs, ands, or buts!” He placed the bottle in the center of the circle and the game begun.

The game had been going on for quite some time now and you were only getting tipsier and tipsier as Toge kept coming in with drinks for you and Maki. Speaking of Maki, she was currently in the closet with a boy named Yuta, meaning as soon as she came out, it was your turn to spin.

In what seemed like forever, seven minutes were up and Maki and Yuta made their way back to the circle. Maki sat back down next you and you laughed at how messy she looked. She had puffy lips and her face was a dark red blush, either from the alcohol or she was really into this Yuta kid.

“You look like you had fun” You whispered at her, slurring your words slightly

“Shut up! It’s your turn!” She laughed

And suddenly, your anxiety from earlier was back. You looked around the circle and realized everyone’s eyes were on you. You smiled softly before crawling towards the middle and spinning the bottle, you sat back on your heels and watched as it spun and spun before it finally reached the one person you did not want it to land on.

Megumi Fushiguro.

Maki and Toge let out loud laughs as Megumis calm eyes met your wide ones. There was no way this was real.

“Toge, You know-“ you started before he interrupted “shhhh, no ifs , ands or buts. Didn’t you listen when we started this game?”

You rolled your eyes before standing up,“Let’s get this over with”

Megumi chuckled at you as he stood up and you both walked to the closet.

“Time starts now!” you heard Toge yell

You two stood in silence for a while before you spoke up.

“Why are you so mean to me?”

He glanced down at you, “I don’t know. You’re easy to fuck with”

You rolled your eyes at his reply, “You’re being nice tonight?”

“Yeah, Decided to give you a break. You’re welcome”

“I would like if you were like this all the time, Gumi”

You watched as he jaw tightened at the nickname you gave him but he didn’t say anything about it.

“I’m sure you would. You look so fucked up right now” He laughed at you as you swayed back and forth. Everything was so fuzzy. He grabbed your hands to steady you and you stared at them before looking back up at him.

“Yeah, I really would. I want to be friends, i’ve tried so hard!”

He smiled and nodded, you once again didn’t realize that his smile did not reach his dark eyes. “Look,” he started, “I really am sorry for how i’ve been treating you. I know nothing will make up what i’ve done but maybe this will”

You stared at him confused before he bent down and his lips met yours.

What was happening? Was Megumi really kissing you right now? Was this a joke? A prank? Or did he actually mean this apology?

“TIMES UP!” Toge yelled

Megumi pulled away with a smirk, “Do you want to Uber back to my dorm? We’re both way too drunk to walk back”

You stared at him for a minute, ‘what was going on?’ you thought before agreeing with his plan. “Yeah, Yeah we can do that”

Megumi opened the door to the closet and you both walked out. Walking back to your spot in the circle, you watched as Megumi dragged Toge away to the kitchen.

“How was that?” Maki asked

You giggled while picking up your phone and chugging the rest of your drink. “It wasn’t as bad as I thought, I think we’re going to head out now though” You slurred.

Makis eyes widened, “I’m glad you guys made up! Be safe!”

You blew her a kiss as you walked to the kitchen, stopping just next to the entryway to text Nobara

You locked your phone and went looking for Megumi, you stopped suddenly when you heard whispering but you couldn’t make out what they were saying

“Did she fall for it?” Toge whispered

“She sure did. As soon as she falls asleep, I’ll take her phone and then the real plan will start”

You leaned in further, trying to make out anything that they were saying but before you could. They both walked out of the kitchen laughing with each other.

“You ready?” Megumi asked

You looked between Toge and Megumi before nodding, “Yeah, let’s go”

Megumi smiled, pulling out his phone and texting the groupchat

“Okay, let’s go. The uber should be here soon” Megumi slipped his phone back in his pocket before looking back to Toge, “Thanks for inviting us, bro. I owe you big time”

Toge laughed before waving and walking back to the living room, “Bye, guys!”

And with that, you and megumi were on your way out the door to wait for your uber back to his room.

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[everlasting-rainfall]

I have a question, regarding the yandere society au. I think it's SUPER INTERESTING BTW.

How does an Abnormal, or even a regular darling like, reject a yandere? Without being called Abnormal? Like for something like, not being interested in dating for person school/work/life reasons or opposing personalities making them uninterested in the yandere that happened to start pursuing them? Are darlings not allowed to have a say in the yans they might be interested in?

I’m glad that you like my AU, dear! It makes me happy to hear that and trust me that I will be writing more for it in the future just like with Skin into Fur/Animal Shifter AU!

In the meantime, do feel free to send in any asks about it as I’ll be more than happy to answer them even if it’s like “Insert Character with Yandere Society” just be aware though that unless I’m told otherwise then I will more than likely be taking liberties like you gotta tell me if you won’t want something specific in it

Anywho! I’m getting off topic! Let’s get into it, shall we?

!-MINORS DO NOT INTERACT AT ALL-!

!-POTENTIAL TRIGGER WARNINGS-!

Murder, Stalking, Blood Mention, Delusions Trauma Mention, Forced Relationships !-POTENTIAL TRIGGER WARNINGS-!

!-MINORS DO NOT INTERACT AT ALL-!

So an Abnormal rejecting a Yandere is absolutely nothing new in the world of Yandere Society as Abnormals will almost always say no to the Yandere that has decided to pursue them and almost always a Yandere won’t give a shit as they’ll continue their pursuit

Even when it comes to Darling x Yandere which is usually summed up as Yandere x Yandere, the person who was rejected typically doesn’t really care as they’ll continue their pursuit of the object of their affections

Rejection really isn’t a thing that you can do in Yandere Society unfortunately although I guess in some circumstances you could hypothetically reject someone but that’s a long and hard process that would probably result in injury or death of a person

Like let’s say for a moment that you and your partner got together then later on, some asshole who bullied the two of you or just one of you latches on romantically to one or both of you

Neither you or your partner want this person around as you both hate them but they refuse to take no for an answer because Yandere, this would result in the long process of Rejection in order to get this person to stay away from you and your partner

Killing them is an option especially if they really won’t leave you alone as these circumstances would make it an innocent crime but if you don’t want to spill any blood then get ready for a long process of getting the asshole to leave you alone without any bloodshed

You could simply move somewhere where they wouldn’t find you but you could also ignore them until they hopefully lose interest which would possibly cause them to cling onto someone else eventually

Boom! Yandere successfully rejected!

There is always the outcome of the Yandere turning violent and attempting to hurt you though but in that case just talk to law enforcement as they’ll handle it from there as law enforcement are fairly trustworthy in this world

Well… Unless you’re an abnormal, I guess…

Also for people who aren’t interested in dating, if the person being pursued would truly wind up being hurt by a relationship then even if you are a Yandere or an Abnormal or a Late Bloomer or anything, no Yandere’s will come after you until it’s considered that you can enter into a relationship without damage

And I’m not talking about like I have a lot of stress on me at the moment with school and work or I’m just not looking for a relationship right now sort of stuff

Yandere’s will only not pursue you if being in a relationship will truly hurt you like let’s say that there’s some pretty serious trauma going on or you just lost someone dear to you like your previous partner just died or you lost someone very dear to you

People can still feel attraction to you but even Yandere’s know that now just isn’t the time to do stuff like that so a lot of people will still gather around you but they won’t be there to make any moves on you as they’ll just be trying to ensure that you’re alright and try to get you help

Maybe they do have a few ulterior motives like getting closer to you by comforting you but their main goal here is to just help you through this then afterwards once you’re alright, that’s when they can start the Yandere stuff

Because remember, everyone! Even a Yandere knows the correct place and time for these things!

Anyways if this isn’t the case then Yandere’s don’t really give a shit as they’ll still be trying to enter a relationship with you regardless of what’s going on in your life like they’ll be taking it a bit slower as to not further stress you out but that kinda depends on the person as well

Like for example characters like Coby, Buggy, and Sanji would pull back a little on things as to not further stress you out but meanwhile characters like Luffy, Akainu, and Roger wouldn’t pull back although all for separate reasons of course

Like Luffy isn’t pulling back because he knows that if he can get you to come with him then you won’t have to stress anymore but meanwhile someone like Akainu isn’t pulling back due to sheer determination to have you

Also as for the thing that you mentioned with opposing personalities? Personally I think that what would wind up happening there is likely a sort of “You’ll learn to love me” kinda situation if it was the Darling that didn’t like the Yandere

As for if Darling’s are able to have a say in the Yandere’s that they’re interested in? Well like the example that I gave earlier about rejecting the asshole, they only sometimes do

Like if the pursuing Yandere is someone who actively hurt them in the past or they’re someone who hurt people that they care about to an extent where it was considered ridiculous even in the eyes of the Yandere Society then yes, they are allowed to have a say

There are some other exceptions too but let’s not get into those as it’s based around law and shit so let’s continue on

Other than those examples, Darling’s aren’t really allowed to have a say in who pursues them

#the rain talks back #yandere #yandere one piece #reader insert #Yandere Society AU #yandere male #minors dni #read the trigger warnings #minor dni

[gonegirlaccount]

Hello could you do a Billy Showalter x M!Reader? Such as Billy biking pass M!reader on his daily route to deliver newspaper, etc!! Idc for specifics, as long as it’s Billy Showalter x M!Reader :3

Alr! And sorry for not being that active, I got school and stuff 😭

Newspaper (Billy Showalter X M!reader)

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It was thanksgiving break, which meant no school after Monday and Tuesday. You yawned as you got out of bed and went to the kitchen. It was Wednesday which meant you didn’t have school so you were probably going to stay in bed and watch tv or hang out with friends.

As you were pouring the milk into the bowl of lucky charms, your dad came right next to you, pouring orange juice into his mug. “Hey, (N/N), can you go outside and get the newspaper for me? I heard something happen and wanna see if it’s true.” Your dad asked for you to do.

You nodded. You quickly ate all your cereal. You put your bowl in the sink then went to your front door. As soon as you opened it, you were hit in the face with a newspaper. You winced and stumbled forward a bit, your lousy door closing behind you.

“oh! I didn’t think somebody would open the door, I-I’m sorry!” You recognized that voice. It was Billy Showalter. You went to school with him, he was your hallway-crush. “I-it’s alright Billy. It was an accident.” You smiled at him but your face was slightly bruising.

The brunet got worried immediately and parked his bike, walking up to you, his dog following. “Oh shit- I’m really sorry! I didn’t know, really!” Billy said, looking apologetic.

“It’s fine Billy! Really!” You put your hand on his shoulder to reassure him. “Uhm..Can I make it up to you? Ride on my bike with me.” He says. “Alright. Just let me bring this newspaper inside to my dad and change.”

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You were currently on the back of Billy’s bike, holding onto Billy and his dog following along with him. He blushed slightly as you held him but you didn’t know that. He hoped nobody says anything about the two of you together since you were both boys.

You had an ice pack on your face that Billy got when he stopped at his house.

“Uh..(Y/N)?” The brunet says. “Yeah?” “Uhm are you doing anything while on break?” Billy asks, a hint of nervousness in his voice.

“Nothing really. Just planned on napping and watching Movies with my dad. Why do you ask?” You tell him as he throws another Newspaper to a blue house.

“oh, I asked caused I wanted you to hang out with me. At my house if that’s, uhm, if that’s alright with you and your dad.” He answers, throwing another newspaper and checking to see if his dog is still there.

“oh, yeah it’s cool. He won’t mind. When are you gonna come pick me up? Or am I walking?” You ask. “I’ll come pick you up. At like..3:00?” He says.

“Alright.” You agree. Billy makes a few more stops before going to your house. You let go of him and hop off the bike. “Bye Billy. See you soon.” You smiled at him then waved. He waved back then rode off.

You wondered what you both were going to do.

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It was finally three o’clock when you heard your doorbell ring. “I thinks it’s Billy, Dad. See ya later. Love you.” You say as you slip on your sneakers and zip up your hoodie. “Love you too, kid. Don’t be home too late.” He warns with a smile.

“I won’t.” You smile and open the door, and there’s Billy. You then close the door behind you. “Alright, let’s go!” You say and walk to his bike, Billy following.

“I have something to uh..give you, (Y/N).” He mumbled but you hear him. “Oh. That’s sweet of you. What is it?” You ask curiously. Billy then pulls out three flowers made out of newspaper. You blushed. “I made them for you. B-but if you don’t want to or think it’s weird I’m giving you this it’s fine.” He says, pulling the hand with the flowers in them away.

But you grab his wrist gently, causing Billy to look at you. “No, no! I don’t think you’re weird Billy. This was awfully cute for you to do for me! What’s best is that these flowers won’t die. So I can keep them forever.” You smile at him and he smiles too, the both of you blushing. “So, Ready to go?” He says when you’re both finally on the bike. “Yup!” You laugh softly and hold onto him, enjoying the slight breeze as he starts pedaling away to his house.

#Besitos4gojo #the black phone #the black phone x reader #billy showalter #male reader #billy showalter x reader

[princessasmosprincess]

Charmed, I'm Sure

Chapter 16

Summary: No human has ever avoided Asmodeus's charm. Except for you.

Pairing: Asmodeus x GN Reader/MC

Genre: Drama, angst, a little fluff

Warnings: Nonsexual nudity mentioned

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Asmo needed to calm down. Lucifer would handle everything. It would be fine.

He threw the bloody handkerchief on the vanity, giving it one more glance before turning his back to it.

He caught his reflection in the mirrored wall of his bedroom. His teary face was beautiful. He flashed a peace sign at himself. Wouldn’t this be a sight for his fans? It would probably do numbers on Devilgram. All he needed was the perfect caption. What was that old quote from that dead author? Tears are diamonds? Pearls? Whatever, he could always ask Satan later. He reached for his D.D.D. to take a selfie when his eyes landed again on the handkerchief in the reflection of the mirror. His heart clenched at the red splotches on the pale pink fabric.

None of this was his fault, it couldn't possibly be. You fainting after he charmed you was just a coincidence. And the blood was just…

He couldn't rationalize that part away. But it still didn't make sense. Asmo was trying very hard to charm you so he’d invoked more of his power than was normally needed to charm an individual, but he’d never caused a person to bleed. A symptom like that was more like an effect of… A curse.

Asmo felt dizzy.

Those witches and their curse last night. They’d said it was for the demon who wronged him but Asmo had been too drunk to remember the details. Could they have cursed you as well? Were they jealous of you for being so close to him? That was hardly his or your faults. And even drunk, Asmo wouldn't allow the witches to do something like that to an innocent human. Would he?

No, stop!

Asmo practically ran to his private bathroom, throwing on the tub’s faucet as high as it would go. The bathtub couldn't fill fast enough, he was feeling a little envious of Levi’s control over water. The third born could conjure enormous amounts of water at the perfect temperature in seconds. Asmo dumped in two heaping scoops of floral bath salts, turning the water pink and shimmery. The room began to fill with the heady scent of jasmine and roses carried on the water’s steam.

Asmo stripped from his clothes and splashed cold water on his face to clear the drying tear tracks. His bangs hung damp and limp over his forehead. His hands shook as he gripped the edge of the counter. This was not because of him. It couldn't be.

A knock at the bedroom door caused him to freeze.

“Asmodeus?” It was Solomon, sounding muffled through the door.

Asmo schooled his voice into stability. “Yes?”

“I was just checking on you, are you alright?”

“Yes, I am.” he hoped he sounded aloof. “Why wouldn't I be?”

Solomon paused. “Lucifer and Barbatos were concerned. They said you were shaken up about what happened with MC. I wanted to make sure you were ok.”

“Oh. That.” Asmo gave a little laugh although his eyes didn’t show it. “I mean it was a bit of a shock but I’m fine now.” He picked up his clothes and threw them in the hamper in his closet.

Solomon tried the door handle, finding it locked. “Can I come in?”

“That won’t be necessary. I was just getting in the bath.”

There was another pause. Asmo bit his lip. He could never pass up an opportunity for someone to see his perfect body totally nude. Solomon would see right through him. He braced for the response.

“Ok…” said Solomon. “Well if you want to talk, you can always call me on my D.D.D., I guess.” He started to walk away.

“Wait!” Asmo went all the way up to the door but did not open it.

“Yes?” said Solomon.

“Tell me–” Asmo swallowed. “Is MC ok?” He wrapped his arms around himself as he waited for the answer.

“They’re conscious now.” He answered. “Lucifer is trying to get to the bottom of things but it seems like they’ll be alright.”

That was good. Better than good. But he had to know more.

“Was it a curse?” Asmo’s voice shook on the word.

“I don't think so.” Said Solomon. “Not a curse, and not a hex either, if you were wondering.”

Asmo frowned. “But not a human ailment, or you would still be there with them.”

Solomon was silent for a moment, as if he was pondering his answer. “That’s correct. Whatever is wrong with MC is out of my depth,” He said humbly. “But the important thing is that they’re going to be ok.”

Asmo breathed an audible sigh of relief. “Thank you.” His words were almost like a prayer, as much as words said by a demon could be.

As Solomon walked away, Asmo fought the urge to collapse on his bed.

Instead, he made his way back to the bathroom. The tub was finally full, the billowing white steam reminding him of mornings in the Celestial Realm from so long ago, he turned off the faucet.

He tried to ignore the muffled sound of Lucifer and Lord Diavolo who chose at that moment to have their heated conversation in the hall right outside of Asmo’s room. Barbatos’ cool, refined tone joined theirs. The three of them walked away, their voices fading into the distance.

With a deep cleansing breath, Asmo set his D.D.D. on a towel at the side of the tub, and slipped into the warm water.

His D.D.D. vibrated.

It was a text from Lucifer in the brothers’ group chat. Asmo tentatively opened the message.

Lucifer: I would like to inform you all that MC is ok; it seems they used Hell Poison honey in their tea this morning, accidentally poisoned themself. Barbatos has administered an antidote and they will make a full recovery. I trust none of you will disturb them as they rest, however long it takes.

Asmo stared at the message for a long time.

“Poisoned, huh.”

So it hadn't been because of him. Asmo wanted to sink under the perfumed water and never come back up again.

At least now he could rest. All that worrying had been exhausting. Asmo leaned back and closed his eyes, letting the warmth and the scent of flowers take him.

…

Asmo woke hours later from a dreamless sleep. His stomach was growling. He hadn't eaten anything since breakfast and based on the position of the moon in the sky, it was well past dinnertime.

He got out of the tub and quickly toweled himself off. He pinned his bangs back with a couple bobby pins and made his way to the closet. Asmo chose a pair of pink silk pajamas, they were comfy but still beautiful. He rarely got use out of them since he preferred to sleep au naturale.

Stepping into his soft pink slippers, Asmo made his way into the hall and down the stairs. It was an unusually quiet night. He rounded the corner of the hall leading to the kitchen, stopping dead in his tracks at the scene before him.

Three of his brothers sat on the floor, huddled next to your bedroom door. They were sleeping. Beel was in the middle with Levi and Mammon leaning on either side of him, each snoring in their own unique way. A portable gaming device dangled from Levi's hand, the cheerful music from the pause screen playing on a loop.

He glanced at the door. Maybe he should check on you, just in case. He reached for the doorknob.

Soft footsteps descended the back staircase, Asmo turned toward them, pulling his hand back as if the doorknob had burned him.

Satan carried a few blankets in his arms. “It seems MC kicked the three of them out of their room hours ago. I tried to get them to go to bed or even sleep in the common room but they refused.” He whispered. “Did you eat yet?”

“No, I was just about to when I came upon this ridiculous scene.” Asmo rolled his eyes, hoping his body language didn't give him away, he'd already embarrassed himself enough over you today. He took a blanket from Satan and spread it over Mammon. He removed Mammon’s sunglasses, which were hanging crookedly on his face and slipped them into the inside pocket of his leather jacket. “This is a pathetic way for demon lords to behave.”

Satan raised an eyebrow, spreading a blanket across Beel’s lap. “Since when do you care how demon lords behave? I remember you’ve complained over your duties as the Avatar of Lust quite regularly.” Some days Asmo’s laziness could rival Belphie’s if he felt a task didn't benefit him enough to put in the effort.

“It’s– it’s not like that.” Asmo crossed his arms, looking away. “I just don't get why they’re so hung up on this human.”

Satan switched off Levi's gaming device after making sure his progress was saved, setting it down on the floor next to him. “It seems they’ve grown quite fond of MC in the short time they’ve been here. And they’re not the only ones.” Satan took a long look at Asmo.

This time Asmo stared him down. “What are you saying?”

Satan’s face broke into a catlike smirk. He shrugged. “Lord Diavolo and Solomon and Barbatos, not to mention the angels. And even Lucifer was worried about them.”

“And what do you think about them?” Asmo asked, trying to deflect Satan’s observation.

“What do I think about them?” Satan repeated. “I think they’re a decent enough person. And their mere presence disrupts Lucifer’s life, I’m quite pleased about that.”

A very Satan answer.

Asmo’s stomach growled loudly. “Is there anything left of dinner or did Beel get to it first?”

Satan suppressed a laugh. “I left some soup for you on the stove but you’ll have to heat it up.”

After ensuring his older brothers were properly tucked in, Satan went back to his room, leaving Asmo in the dark hall.

Not wasting another moment, Asmo opened your bedroom door and entered quietly.

You were asleep, as expected. Your chest rose and fell evenly, and you snored lightly. Asmo could hear soft, lilting classical music playing from a record. A large, expensive looking bouquet of flowers with a card indicating it was from Lord Diavolo sat on the table behind your bed. Underneath it was a smaller scraggly bouquet made from flowers found in the House of Lamentation’s garden. Judging from the gaudy color choices and clumsy execution, Asmo would guess the tiny bouquet was arranged by Mammon. Next to the bouquets were a few textbooks and carefully copied class notes in Satan’s handwriting. Single serving prepackaged snacks and cakes littered the rest of the table.

Asmo tentatively approached your bed. You were sleeping so peacefully. No doubt assisted by the medicinal tea Barbatos had left on your bedside table. You’d finished almost the entire pot, by now it had long gone cold. A note in Solomon’s handwriting detailed which magical remedies could be mixed with Human World pain relievers, underneath that was a recipe for miso soup. Asmo tore up the recipe and threw it in the wastebasket at the corner of your room. No good could come of making one of Solomon’s recipes, no matter how well-intended.

His stomach growled again, very loudly this time. Asmo froze, expecting you to wake.

But you didn't, you just snuggled even more under the Ruri-chan blanket that had been lovingly draped over you and continued sleeping. That tea was quite effective.

Asmo took the empty teapot with him as he exited your room.

In the kitchen, he turned on the burner underneath the cold soup pot. It would take a few minutes to heat up to an edible temperature so Asmo made himself busy.

He fetched a kettle and filled it with water to boil, setting it on the stove over a burner. Asmo pulled out the canister of medicinal tea Barbatos had left on the counter. He inhaled the herbal, floral scent of the leaves and closed his eyes. He detected several restorative herbs that were effective in healing demons, so surely they would help a human like you. With this and some rest you would get better, he was sure.

He dumped out the spent leaves and replaced them just as the kettle began to boil. Once the freshly boiled water was in the teapot, it would take several minutes to steep the tea.

Asmo dished himself a bowl of soup and pulled up a stool to the counter so he could eat while he waited.

The silence in the house was so deafening. Most nights at this hour Mammon was fighting with Levi, and Beel could often be found rummaging through the kitchen to look for one more thing to eat. Now the three of them kept their sleepy vigil outside your room. When had they all become so focused on you?

It couldn't be their pacts. None of the brothers had ever become so dedicated to a pact owner. The closest was Asmo with Solomon but even then it had never gone to quite this extent. What was so different now?

Asmo couldn't figure it out.

He finished his soup and washed his bowl before picking up the teapot and bringing it to your room. He set it back in its place on your bedside table.

You hadn't moved at all in the time he’d been gone. That was somewhat comforting, it meant you were sleeping soundly. Or at least that’s what he hoped.

Asmo really studied your face this time, something he’d avoided before, afraid it would remind him of what had happened just that afternoon.

Dark circles ringed your eyes. Your complexion, while still ashen, was no longer the disturbing gray color it had been at RAD. The pale moonlight shone through the window, lighting your face.

Asmo clenched his fists. No one had taken the time to do your skincare for you.

He looked to your private bathroom door. Surely you had some sort of skincare routine in place. But there was no way it was anywhere near as good as what he had. Asmo used only the best on his skin.

Suppressing a sigh, Asmo skipped out of your room. He had to do everything around here, didn’t he?

He gathered a small basket of products. Just some micellar water, toner, eye cream, moisturizer, and a lip mask. Minimalism wasn't usually his thing but it would do for now.

He found himself humming as he returned to your room. Silently shushing himself, he entered again and sat slowly on your bed. Now that he'd seen their effect at work, between the medicinal tea and the record, he was sure you wouldn't be waking up anytime soon. He could always use one of Belphie’s sleep spells if you started to stir. It wouldn't be as powerful being cast by Asmo but it would be enough to keep you sleeping if need be.

Asmo washed his hands in your private bathroom and then got to work. He slipped a pink bunny ear headband over your head to push your hair out of your face. He then swiped the micellar water across your skin with a cotton pad. Cleansing was one of the most important steps in a skincare routine. Next he applied the toner and dabbed the eye cream under your eyes, hoping it would alleviate your dark circles. Once he pressed the moisturizer into your skin with his palms, it was time for the lip mask.

He applied the pale pink gel with his ring finger, running it gently across your bottom lip first and then up until it caught on your Cupid's bow. He kept his hand there a moment, taking in the delicate shape and the charming curves. Your lips were so soft, so warm, so unmistakably human. Beautiful.

Asmo withdrew his hand.

Humans were such fascinating and frustrating creatures.

He wiped the remainder of the lip mask off on a cotton pad, still feeling the ghost of your lips on his fingers.

He glanced at you one last time as he shut the door behind him.

***

Cross-posted on AO3

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[oinkinpigprince]

Osomatsusan older sibling headcanons!!!!!

In this the sibling is still in highschool, lol(I’m in high school, I want out I’m boutta go bonkers)

Osomatsu

This little shit, he tries so hard to be the respectable older brother. But you know damn well he’s a little scum bag

Gives really bad dating advice, like he knows what he’s talking about. You listen to him and you got yourself a one way ticket to a restraining order

Tries to help you with homework n shit but, he’s secretly illiterate and can’t do long division. He tries his best

If you ask him to do your homework though and you get a low grade, he’ll be so fucking offended. Probably go down to the school himself to complain

DONT THINK JUST BECAUSE YOUR A BABY HE WONT BE A DICK TO YOU

He makes fun of you so fucking hard, it won’t matter if you’re turning 18 in 2 days he’ll come up to you like “ew who left this ugly deformed baby here, get out you stupid little baby!!!”

He isn’t allowed to pick you up from anywhere, you had to walk in the rain cause he forgot you existed lol

This has happened more then once

He worked his ass off to repay you each time though, he’ll spend all the yen he earn to make you forgive him

Genuinely does care for you and if you bring someone home, he’ll pull the scary big brother act. Doesn’t matter your gender or your partners gender. He needs to show them who they’re gonna have to deal with >:((

Karamatsu

Karamatsu is SO FUCKING EMBARRASSING, YOU CANT GO ANYWHERE WITH HIM

Pray to god he never sees you hanging out with friends, he’ll unintentionally embarrass the hell out of you

You two locked eyes and you knew damn and well it was over for you

“Is that my dearest baby sibling? Oh and they have company! My dearest angel baby sibling may I accompany thee to make sure no one gives you any trouble”

“Karamatsu I’m fucking 17” “nonsense, I know you have trouble speaking up for yourself so allow me to! My darling baby sibling”

He just wants to make sure his dearest darling angel baby sweetest little sibling is okay and doesn’t get hurt

Actually very sweet, and just wants you to know you’re loved and cared for. He’s probably the best one to come to if you’re having problems

He probably will cry if you struggle with insecurities and self doubt, you’re so cool how fucking could you >:((

If you wanna explore your style him and Todomatsu are your guys. He’d probably love dolling you up in his flashy clothing

The rest of the brothers make fun of you, but the happiness in Karamatsu’s eyes seeing his baby sibling indulge in his wacky clothing sense makes it worth it

Cannot fathom you doing ANYTHING wrong, he could watch you smoke crack out of a pipe and he’s just like “lol, what cool magic tricks my dearest sibling does!”

Will fight tooth and nail for you, even if you’re in the wrong

“Hey (y/n)! You took my fucking donut”

“how could you even fathom them doing something so stupid they would never!”

“Lol i totally did”

“. . . My dear baby sibling once again, taking the blame so their elder brothers don’t have to fight! Taking on the burden of keeping us from tearing each other apart! Truly remarkable!”

Choromatsu

Mother hen!! Smothers you a lot to make sure you’re doing fine and you’re getting enough sleep, food, and water(I think he just likes the authority he gets over you)

If you’re a shut in he’ll take you on walks around the park and maybe buy you a little treat, to make sure you don’t shrivel away in the dark

Has beaten osomatsu and Karamatsu’s asses for doing your home work for you. Makes you do it yourself but guides you to the right answer

Probably pressures you into taking higher classes, joining clubs, and other things. Wants you to he successful and well rounded so you aren’t stuck like him and the other brothers

If you are also into idols he is ECSTATIC, if he wants to share his interests and hobbies with anyone it’s YOU

Actually loves listening to the music you enjoy, even if it’s death metal or rap. He’ll indulge in it to get closer to you.

You and him have lazy days where you watch magical girl shows like salior moon or madoka

Hassles you on your friends and what they’re like, doesn’t care for drama but likes to keep tabs on the types of crowds you’re in

If you get sick, it’s fucking over for you. Will not let you out of bed for a hurricane, will make you sleep in that bad and take all of the gross medicines that make you feel sicker than before

Ichimatsu

Doesn’t actually talk to you much, he loves you and all but just kinda tries and hides from you at home

He feels like a total fuck up, and hates the idea of you seeing him as a useless bag of garbage

Ichimatsu though does like watching you grow up, when he sees you out with friends he can’t help but tear up a little

Seeing you so happy with your friends makes him feel all warm and fuzzy, he just hope you’re being true to yourself unlike him

He totally goes to fuck it up though, 100% he spots you with your friends and decides ‘I’m gonna ruin this precious moment’ strolls up like “you kids ever heard of goatse?”

You have to SCREECH at him before he scares off your friends, he thinks it’s so fucking funny the way you try and claw at his face to give him to shut up

“You ever heard of this thing called un-bir-” “OMFG GO AWAY YOU CHRONICALLY ONLINE TROLL!!!!!”

Absolute bastard, he knows it pisses you off

Sometimes though, he’ll bring you a random cat and just kinda, hand it to you. You have to pet it, it’s the law, you have to listen to your big brother, he’ll call the fuckin, pet the cat, don’t make him call the police on you

He’s the reason why you cannot tell your brothers if you’re going on a date, he’ll find you, and when he does. You might as well have cancel the date and faked your own death and move to Russia

Scares the shit out of you and your partner, you and your partner are sitting at a cute cafe and he just sits right next to your partner and stares so intensely, unblinking

It doesn’t end until your partner leaves, mission success. Doesn’t even say goodbye just leaves

Jyushimatsu

Makes you play baseball with him, he’s the reason you can pitch a perfect throw

Wants to be around you constantly, and knows exactly how to make you smile and laugh, and abuses it horribly

He’s actually one of the sweetest brothers, he’ll try and help you with EVERYTHING, doesn’t matter if he’s any good

Would really want you to join a sport but if you end up being more into the arts he’s just as happy

He still thinks of you as a little baby so when you mention anything about highschool or normal teenage activities hes Just Like “BUT YOURE LIKE 3?!” “JYUSHI IM FUCKING 18”

Jyushimatsu had no perception of time, you’re 3 years old forever, sorry

Him and Choromatsu bring you out a lot, especially if you don’t go out he’ll drag you to do activities, and he gets creative

He’ll pick you up and go “ewwww, look at this stinky baby, let’s throw it back in the dumpster”

Jyushimatsu never lets you over work yourself, every time he sees you even remotely stressed he is ON IT, he’ll octopus wrestle you onto the floor for a nap, no escape

Jyushi also is probably the most ride or die person you will meet, if you told him you kicked a yakuza member in the balls and stole their money and contraband he’ll just nod and say “okay, let me go get my bat” and help you dismantle the entire crime district just so you don’t get hurt

But usually he’ll just drive you to target to go replace a vase you broke

Todomatsu

You’re his only sibling, he only has a younger sibling and he will die on that fact

Todomatsu will often take you out to drink coffee and take pictures, he loves spending time with you almost as much as Jyushimatsu and buys you tones of cute clothes

He loves playing dress up w/ you, especially if you’ll let him dress you up really girly

He’ll grab you and use you to pick up chicks too, playing the perfect big brother role. He acts so sweet but you know it’s a slimey little act

Todo constantly asks who your favorite brother is, kicking his legs up trying to look cute. God forbid you say anyone but him, he once refused to talk to you for a week cause you said someone else

“ WELL WHY DONT YOU GO ASK YOUR FAAAAV BROTHER THEN!!”

He is really cuddly though, you’re having a bad day and just wanna relax go to him. He’ll get you some snacks and put on a movie and you two will just sit under a blanket and talk shit about the other people at your high school

He also loooves the Highschool drama, he will sit you down and buy you coffee just for the chance to judge a bunch of children’s morality choices and also spend time with you. Friend drama? Class drama? Some kid almost died from alcohol poisoning in math class? He’s all ears

Todomatsu will also tell you about all of the shit he use to get into during his highschool year (he’s totally not lying or really did happen you have to believe him)

When it comes to dating he actually have some decent advice but also complains, how can you get bitches and he can’t?! It’s not fair he’s cuter than you!!

You feel so loved in this house

#osomatsu san headcanons #Osomatsu Matsumoto #Osomatsu Matsumoto headcanons #Karamatsu Matsumoto #Karamatsu Matsumoto headcanons #Choromatsu Matsumoto #Choromatsu Matsumoto headcanons #Ichimatsu Matsumoto #Ichimatsu Matsumoto headcanons #Jyushimatsu Matsumoto #jyushimatsu Matsumoto​ headcanons #Todomatsu Matsumoto headcanons #osomatsu san

[theunnieteume]

Yoshi_Surprise!

Not really smut just heavy make out and a clingy Yoshi ehe_

Walking through the busy streets, the lamp posts lit up one by one, a few stars freckle the sky as the sun begins to set. Orange skies and street lights…Ahhh what a sight. Walking up to my house I see my parents seemingly packing up their stuff into their car.

“Mom?” I ask, confused. “Oh sweetie finally you’re here, could you help me with this last bag?” My mom turns towards me, holding up a medium-sized bag gesturing me to help her “uhm yea sure” we hold up the bag and place it inside the back of the car, with a grunt my mom dusts off her hands “now I know this was so sudden but me and your dad are going over your sister’s for a while” my mom guiltily tells me as she places a hand on my shoulder “but what about me??” I ask in visible frustration, can’t believe they’re leaving me all alone! “I’m sorry Y/N but your sister needs help with something and I couldn’t bother you with school, we won’t be away too long, I left some money and some food in the fridge.” Hmph what a way to start the weekend. “Well..have a safe trip, I guess” She hugs me goodbye and enters the car, dad then trails behind and also does the same to me adding a kiss on the forehead “we’ll be back soon” he smiles jogging towards the car while waving me goodbye. They drive off the garage and finally onto the road….I don’t really feel comfortable being alone, especially in this house but I guess I should learn to be independent every once in a while..Staring off the road for a little while I sigh looking at the time. Finally deciding to enter the house as my feet glumly walk down the pavement. I step in and the lights suddenly flicker and so my eyes frantically snap around the room..phew it was probably nothi-

A sudden force pushes my body against the door. I gasp at the impact but barely had time to catch my breath as a pair of lips connect to my own. “MmMmmHmm” I struggle in their grasp, trying to push whoever it was. But unfortunately my efforts were useless. They continued to devour my lips, their tongue clashing with mine as they grab the back of my head, deepening the kiss. Tears started forming in the corner of my eyes but after one last hit they finally let go of me, I catch my breath before slapping them across the face. They hold onto the side of their face in shock, the force also causing them to stumble a few steps back. Giving me an opportunity to finally see this bastard I-oh sht “Y/N that hurt!” Yoshi exclaims, pouting as he holds the side of his left cheek “oh my God Yoshi I am so sorry!” I apologize almost immediately but stopped myself remembering what he just did to me “Wait why am I apologizing when you’re the one who should be!” Arguing back, pointing out how he appeared out of nowhere. And kissed me.. when we’re not even dating or anything….“I thought I should surprise you!” He says still pouting and massaging the side of his face. I sigh at his dumb filled cuteness, finally giving into his charms “fine you dummy” I walk up to him, checking the mark where I hit him “it’s fine” slowly reaching in, he holds my hand, placing a kiss behind the palm of it, slowly embracing me in his arms while trailing kisses on my neck “well atleast .you have .good fight or flight .reflexes “ he says between kisses, chuckling while still holding you. I frown at his comment, but realized something “Didn’t you have like a date a while ago?” I ask as I recall him texting me he had a blind date at 6 p.m. “yea but I ditched them” he replies while detaching himself from me. I eyed him curiously but decided to brush the feeling off. “Oh right. By the way my parents are out of town” Yoshi then tilts his head to the side questionably “really? For how long?” I wish I knew the answer to that question… “I don’t know but they said they’d be gone for a while” I reply shortly after as visible disappointment fills my mood. Yoshi’s eyes light up as an idea came popped into his mind “why don’t I stay over for a while?” He excitingly exclaims while his smile reaches his ears. I stare at him for a while, gosh I love his smile. And I ponder on his idea. Hmm doesn’t sound bad, I walk towards my phone on the counter to text my parents he’s staying over and while waiting for their reply Yoshi walks up behind me, snaking his arms around my waist and places his chin on my shoulder “You’re awfully clingy today” I say, questioning his actions. It’s not that I don’t like it though. But Yoshi is usually not this touchy, which is foreign to me. “I just want to hug my bestest friend is that so bad?” he asks innocently, pouting as he kisses the side of my cheek..friends don’t do these kind of stuff though…a notification was heard coming from my phone and my screen lights up to a message saying;

sure sweetie, it’d be better if Yoshi is there anyway to take care of you

I glare at the message they sent. I don’t need someone to take care of me! Plus Yoshi is only two years older! With a huff I turn my attention towards Yoshi “I guess you’re good to stay Kanemoto”

Turning from my back to face him, he suddenly grabs your face out of nowhere and closes in, breath fanning over yours, his lips part to take mine in his. I slowly kiss him back, wrapping an arm around his neck. Holding onto my hips, he lifts me up to a table nearby. He continues his way down my jaw, then to my neck, all while caressing the sides of my hips. He then stops, trying to catch his breath for a second “you wanna know why I needed to go on a blind date today?” He asks head down pressed against my chest. But I sat there speechless, not knowing what to say… “I was feeling needy…” he says lifting his head up as he faces me and the look in his eyes I couldn’t describe…was it lust? His eyes were hazy, his breath hot, my body tensed at the sight in front of me..a subtle scent of mint of his breath and the usual scent of his cologne washes over my senses..”and I was trying to get you off my mind” he quietly says, placing a kiss on my forehead “but“ then places another kiss to the bridge of my nose “I just” and then to my jaw “couldn’t do it” he pauses, staring at me with those eyes…his face centimeters away from mine and I sat there motionless. Hadn’t really thought he would feel this way about me.. his eyes studying my face and as his gaze finally lands on my lips he does so at it in some type of way..“Yoshi I-“ finding the courage to speak but he instead cuts me off “Be mine” he says nonchalantly eyes still on my lips as I struggle to reply, my heart pacing faster than ever hearing those words leave his mouth.. I’ve been waiting for this moment my whole life yet I sat there frozen..I couldn’t find the words to speak and so decided not to say anything..but instead I reach for the back of his neck , pulling him closer. Closing the gap between our bodies and as our faces inches closer I connect his lips on mine. His movements synced with my own, slow and steady. Savoring the moment and it takes a while for one of us to pull away. But I had to catch my breath, I breathlessly look up to him proudly smiling at me

“I’ll take that as a yes”

#treasure #kpop smut #fanfic #drabble #kanemoto yoshinori #treasure smut #make out #yoshi x reader #treasure kpop #treasure imagines #treasure scenarios

[reki-of-the-valley]

Red Hair and Freckles

“He’s so handsome.”

“And cute!”

“He could be a model with a face like that.”

The three girls giggled over their phones as they waited for class to begin. They always came a little earlier, though the reason had always been unknown. At least until now. Now that he was sitting a few desks away from them, Reki finally understood why they were always huddled up together at a desk, giggling together, eyes shooting up every time someone walked through the door.

“Imagine how cute our babies would be!”

“Imagine if they got his eyes and your hair!” She – Kotone if Reki wasn’t mistaken – pulled on her pigtails as she squealed, sounding a thousand times more ridiculous than those girls in those K-dramas Koyomi insisted he watched with her did. 

“Deep blue eyes just like him.” A sigh from Minako this time. “Our babies will be on the covers of every magazine, because obviously,” she flipped her hair, “I’m gonna be a famous idol.”

“Maybe when you stop letting mommy dress you, you might get a chance at being my backup dancer.” Yuka grinned smugly at the offended-looking Minako. “Oh, and lose the baby face. You gotta look like a real woman to impress him, which is why I’m gonna marry him, and not you.”

The bickering began between the two girls, but it quickly died down with Kotone’s voice piercing through.

“How about we ask Reki who he would prefer out of the three of us?”

The sound of his name echoed through the classroom, causing him to drop his pen. Oh no, they were not going to involve him in their little girly games of fantasy marriages.  He was not going to help them set each other up with some poor guy who probably wanted nothing to do with them – not that they were bad girls or anything.

“Reki.” She was there, leaning over his desk, batting her eyelashes at him. “You’re close with Langa, right?”

Langa. They were talking about Langa. They were talking about which one would have a shot at getting Langa to themselves and Reki felt his cheeks burn. They were trying to get with his best friend and he knew for a fact that Langa had no idea of their plans and that he wouldn’t be interested in either one of them – again, not being they were bad girls or anything.

Reki nodded hesitantly which might have been a mistake, but denying his friendship with Langa would have been too obvious a lie. Everyone knew he and Langa were close; everyone knew they hung out constantly at school and after school. But given the way the girls were squealing, now crowding his desk, Reki wished he wasn’t as close to Langa as he was. Or rather, he wished people ignored it, the same way they had ignored him for years.

“So, what kind of girls does he like? Pretty and poised like Yuka, a future idol? Or cooler and more mysterious, but also pretty like Minako?” At this point, Kotone was in Reki’s face, her deep brown eyes wider than he’d ever seen them. “Well? Who has a shot with Langa?”

“Uh,” Reki rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly as he cast his eyes down onto his notebook. “I don’t know? You’re all pretty awesome, so…” He glanced between the girls. “I think you won’t have problems getting nice boyfriends if you talked to the ones you like.”

“That’s not an answer, Reki!”

“Yeah, you’re just dodging the question.” Yuka rolled her eyes as she turned away from him. “I knew it was a waste of time asking him. Not like he ever knows anything. But clearly, he’s just too scared of offending you girls because we all know that Langa likes me.”

“Sporty.” The three girls snapped their gazes back onto Reki, Reki with his voice that had never been so sharp. “He likes the sporty type. Someone who isn’t afraid of getting dirty outside.”

The three girls looked among themselves. From the look in their eyes, that was not the right answer. Or at least, not the answer Reki was supposed to give them.

A darkness cast over Yuka’s eyes, a darkness that almost made Reki recoil. She had expected him to say something along the lines of “Langa wants a girl who’s just so pretty and whose hair is always perfect” but that wasn’t the truth. Langa liked being outside. Langa liked being reckless. Langa liked not having to wait for anything, out the door whenever he deems the right time.

“I told you,” the girl’s voice was sharp as she grabbed her friends’ arms, tugging them away, “he doesn’t know what he’s talking about.”

“But Yuka, I think—”

“Shut up, Kotone! You’re just as bad as him!”

The girl recoiled, shrinking down as she let herself be pulled away. Something glistened at the corners of her eyes, a shine that pulled on Reki’s heartstrings. It was like watching a child having her favorite plushie ripped out of her hands. It was watching the most pathetic scene, but for once, Reki wasn’t going to sit back and watch it happen. Not when he knew the feeling so well.

“You’re the bad one, Yuka.” The girl whipped around at the sound of her name, glaring daggers at the boy who was standing up to her. “I know what Langa likes in a person and I even know who he likes, not that it’s any of your business. But it’s not you. No one likes you. You’re mean and bossy and everyone is just scared of you. So if you think you can guilt or intimidate my best friend into dating you, then you’re wrong. Also, bullying your own friends? Really?”

“Who do you think—”

“He’s right, Yuka.” Minako’s voice a sharp knife cutting Yuka off. “You’re always bullying Kotone. And everyone else that disagrees with you or says anything that you don’t like. Not everything will be how you want it, so you might as well let Reki finish if you don’t want to make a fool out of yourself in front of Langa.”

Yuka’s face burnt a bright red as she huffed, crossing her arms over her chest and walking away.

“Not even a response.” A sigh from Minako. “I’m gonna go catch up with her before she throws a tantrum. You coming, Koto?”

Pigtails whirl in the air as the girl shook her head. “I’ll catch up with you in a few minutes.” A nod from Minako before she disappeared after Yuka, leaving Kotone with Reki. “I’m sorry about Yuka. She’s… something.”

“Don’t worry about it. Used to it anyway.”

A stifled laugh escaped from the girl as she pulled a chair to Reki’s desk, now sitting across from him. “We should form a club.” More laughter, bitter sounding, but it quickly died down as her eyes met Reki’s. “Sorry, not funny. I just… Can I know who Langa likes? I promise to not tell anyone. Pinkie promise!”

The girl held up her pinkie which Reki gladly linked his with. He had always liked her, after all. “But this is our secret.”

There was a pause, one which let their hands fall apart. It gave Reki just enough time to think about what he was going to say.

“Well, he likes someone sporty. Someone who will go out skating with him. And someone who will laugh with him and who will let him just be himself. He doesn’t want a princess or someone that’s just…”

“High maintenance like Yuka?”

Reki muffled his snort as he nodded. “Langa likes the opposite of Yuka.”

“What she like? What does she look like?”

“She… Well…” Reki hummed a little, contemplating if he should reveal such information. But given the way Kotone was looking at him, he couldn’t resist spilling just a little. “Red hair and freckles, but you really, absolutely cannot tell anyone.”

The girl nodded as she looked around the empty classroom. “Red hair and freckles. Red hair and freckles. I don’t know a girl who fits—” Her eyes widened as they fell on Reki’s face. “Red hair and freckles! Red hair and freckles! Langa likes—!”

Reki quickly shushed her, eyes widened with panic. “Our secret! You can’t tell anyone!”

“You’re—”

“Sh!”

The girl grinned at him as she held a finger to her lips. “Your secret is safe with me! But you’re just! You’re so lucky! Langa! Of all people! And—” She snapped her mouth shut, thinking for a brief moment before whispering once again. “Are you two dating? Are your parents okay with it? How is it—”

“Yes, and everything is fine. Just. I don’t want anyone else to know, okay?”

“I promise to tell no one. Not even Minako. I pinkie promised, after all!”

And with that, people started filing into the classroom, voices filling the air. Langa wasn’t far behind, his blue eyes smiling at Reki. And as he took his place next to Reki, Kotone jumped up, grinning at the two before skipping off to the desk, but not without shooting Reki a wink which pulled a laugh out of the boy. Who knew if his secret was truly safe with the girl, but it was still nice telling someone who wasn’t his closest friends.

#I'm not dead but I'm also not at 110% energy wise #so have this dumb little thing for now #reki #kyan reki #reki kyan #sk8 reki #renga #snowgear #langa hasegawa #hasegawa langa #sk8 the infinity #sk8 #lils writes

[ask-gadzooks]

Twilight-Eclipse Story: Prolouge

Twilight and Solar struggled against the ropes that bound them. Twilight might have been able to teleport the two out of the hooves of their captors, except that they’d managed to slip a pair of rings over their horns before they’d even been conscious. Even then, teleporting would be risky given the burlap sacks that had been tied over their heads. Flying was out of the question too, since particularly tight rope was lashed around both of their wings. It was an altogether undesirable situation.

Twilight and Solar had been carried around for what felt like hours before they were tossed onto a hard stone floor like a sack of rocks. Soon afterward, the sacks were pulled off of their faces. Not that it was much of an improvement; the caves were dimly lit at best, and Both Twilight and Solar struggled for a moment before they could make out even the most basic shapes of robe-clad ponies.

Solar looked around the blackness of the room and the off-blackness of the ponies within it, his gaze daring any of them to get close enough for him to bite. It was just about the only thing he could do in this bound state, but the fire in his eyes communicated in no uncertain terms that he wouldn’t hesitate to rip out the jugular from the first pony in range.

Twilight, by contrast, was looking around warily, hoping she might be able to find some sort of mildly friendly face.

The predatory smile on the unicorn before her was not the sort she was looking for, but it’d have to do.

“Excuse me, sir, but I think you’ve made a terrible mistake in taking us here. Allow me to introduce myself; Twilight Sparkle, Princess of Friendship!”

Twilight’s smile was strained, but she had to give these ponies the benefit of the doubt, small as that doubt was at the moment. The unicorn’s predatory smile grew significantly. There might have been fangs in there somewhere, but it was too dark to see them properly.

“Charmed.” the unicorn said. Then he turned to Solar and asked… “And… you are?”

Solar rolled his eyes. The unicorn obviously already knew.

“Solar Eclipse. Prince of wiping that smug look off of your face. Grandson of Draco Eclipse, the pony who is probably coming right now to turn you into paste.”

Impossibly and Improbably, The unicorn’s grin grew again.

“Of course he is. How… wonderful.”

Twilight immediately began recalculating what these ponies’ plan could possibly be. They wanted a draconic alicorn coming down on them? Did they actually think they had the pony power to repel him? The same Alicorn who had single-handedly nearly caused the extinction of the timberwolves after Solar’s parents…

“You won’t think he’s so wonderful once he’s tearing through every last one of you to find us.” Solar replied evenly. “When you get him angry… he becomes more dragon than pony. He might not even bother with the caves to find you; he’ll just crash straight through the ground onto your heads.”

“Not, I think, if you are here.” The unicorn said snidely.

Solar’s expression flickered to worry momentarily, too quickly for some ponies to notice. Twilight noticed, and the unicorn across from them may have too, but Solar quickly schooled his features into a perfect poker face.

“Maybe.” Solar said, giving away nothing. “Either way, you’re still no match for him.”

The unicorn’s smile remained.

“Of course, of course we’re not… but I think he’ll be far too busy with you to bother with us.”

Solar was unsure what to say to that.

The unicorn turned away, still speaking in a conversational tone. “Tell me, Prince, Princess… do you even know who we are?”

“Cult of the Umbrum.” Twilight said, almost automatically.She did like answering questions.

“Oh, yes. Very good, princess. And do you know who we worship?” Twilight hesitated for a moment. She knew the answer, certainly, but wondered if saying it aloud was wise.

“Nightmare Moon.” She finally said, turning to Solar to make sure he was listening.

The unicorn laughed. “You are very close, miss Sparkle, but I’m afraid you haven’t quite got it right.”

A light emerged from the unicorn’s horn, silhouetting him against a wall of the cave. This particular wall was adorned with carvings of ponies; unicorns, pegasi, earth ponies, and just a few alicorns. On his left were soft, round ponies in friendly shapes. To his right, the pony depictions became vaguely more angular… hostile.

“Here in the cult of the Umbrum, we worship ponies, and their true potential.” the unicorn said.

“That… sounds nice.” Twilight said hesitantly.

The unicorn chuckled. “Nice, is it? That’s exactly the sort of thinking that keeps you from realizing your true potential.”

The unicorn began walking clockwise around the circumference of the room, lighting up more carvings as he went. The ponies on the walls became progressively more unfriendly as he continued; their hooves became sharp like chunks of volcanic glass, their teeth lengthened into fangs, their wings began sporting claws designed for hooking and clawing meat from bones. The horns curved backward like scimitars. The whole time, the unicorn was ranting, like this was a practiced speech.

“Ponies these days… they have no ambition, you see. They have great power, yes, but they refuse to use it. However, when they accept a little… influence, they can begin to see things in a new way.”

The carvings began to feature more and more dark splotches in tha background as the unicorn continued around the room. Twilight strained to keep her eyes on him, flipping her neck around as he passed behind them. As he continued, the dark splotches began taking more definite forms; hollow eyes, fanged mouths that gaped open, ready to swallow a pony whole.

“Umbrums, well, they have ambition, but no power of their own. They’re pitiful, mewling spirits that are always searching in vain for what they cannot create for themselves; power. Which makes a partnership… well, a quite natural solution.”

The unicorn finally stopped, having made an almost complete circuit around the room. Behind him was a depiction of the most fearsome pony yet; it’s wings sprouted from it’s back like bones from an open wound; it’s head was adorned with a vaguely familiar-looking helmet, and the once visible eye stared back at it’s viewers through a predatory slit pupil.

“In short, you worship Nightmare Moon.” Solar said, rolling his eyes.

“You miss the point I am trying to make, my dear prince.” the unicorn said. “Luna was merely the most prominent pony to experience partnership with an Umbrum. My point is that any pony, given the right circumstances, could become as powerful as she. Earth ponies, Unicorns, Pegasi, Me… You.”

Twilight gave a gulp of apprehension. She didn’t like where this was going.

Solar, sensing Twilight’s anxiety, looked back and forth between her and the dark unicorn.

“You’re saying that like we’d ever agree to such a thing.” Solar finally said.

The unicorn lit his horn and brought a crystalline shard from his cloak. It was glowing a sickly-looking lime green, and for the first time Solar could see the unicorn’s fanged grin clearly in the nauseating light.

“My dear prince… whoever said anything about you agreeing to it?”

(Trying out a new format for my latest story. Let me know what you guys think! thanks to @asktwilighteclipse for use of their characters!)

#twilight eclipse #gadzooks #TwilightEclipseStory

[levmada]

// justttt an AOTxTLOU au with Gabi as Ellie and Levi as Joel. short cute fluffy drabble&lt;3 | 0.8k

The dingy little office-space around them flashes pale blue when lightning cracks the sky. The sound of rain creates a soft, cozy atmosphere, fueling Gabi's good mood. It’s not every day you get to stay in a place without boarded-up windows: it’s to her left, perfectly intact save for the heavy, torn curtains. Outside is a three-story drop down to the sidewalk where kids her age probably used to… walk. It’s a school after all.

That’s why Levi decided this is where they’d stay, he said, but she’s pretty sure it’s mostly because there’s less of a mess. He made her sweep and dust before heating anything on the kettle. Not tea though. Tea, and then dinner.

At least it’s small. So small in fact that with the long desk shoved up against the door and the small bookshelf on the other wall, this room will barely be able to fit the two of them to sleep. If Gabi has any more wins to take after today, then it’s to get Levi to sleep for once.

Despite the small, controlled fire burning between them, it’s cold. It's raining harder now, beating against the window, and contrasting against the crackling embers.

She pulls her knees closer to her chest, dips her chin in the collar of her thick parka, and sighs obnoxiously loud.

Levi, wearing a long, thick trenchcoat of his own, had been watching her over the rim of his cup. His scarred, silver eye looks even cooler in the firelight.

He sips obnoxiously loud. “What?”

“So are you finallyy gonna tell me how you got those scars?”

He blinks. “Why would I now, after the last thousand times I told you no?”

“Becauseee…” She tilts her head, causing one long lock of brown hair to fall over his eyes. She whips it away. “We did a good job today?”

“I killed about half the hunters on this side of the city while you threw bottles at them.”

“You’re forgetting about the part where you helped me shoot your rifle! And then I covered you? Don’t you remember, or are you that old?” she teases, beaming.

He grunts, and stretches his leg out beside him, where the blanket doesn’t cover, and gives way to the stringy, dingy carpet. Also, his boot bumps the wall. He makes a face.

What she doesn’t bring up is the fact he hasn’t let her shoot already. As in, on her own. He trusted her with covering his back with his rifle today though, so she feels no need to bring it up again. For now.

He brings his leg back, and crosses them again. “Tch, I remember. You did a fine job with that.”

She gasps. “I know, right!?”

“Yeah. You didn’t blow my head off the whole time.”

She groans, and deflates. It was a mistake to think he’d praise her with no strings attached. Maybe he’s joking, but it’s always hard to tell.

He squints. “I’m joking. You did a fine job.”

She straightens up again. “Oh. Okaygood. Now, will you tell me? How about how you lost your fingers too, while you’re at it?”

“Greedy.”

“We’ve crossed, like, twelve states, right? I should get a story every six states. That’s two.”

He scoffs, but for a second, maybe a trick of the light, it looks like he’s smiling. After another sip of his tea, he appears to actually consider it.

She holds her breath. If she wasn’t sitting on the floor, she’d be on the edge of her seat.

“I did ‘em myself,” he finally answers, leveling her a stare as if he’s serious.

She deadpans. “Ugh, just say you won’t tell me. Don’t get my hopes up like that. You’re not that mean, Levi.”

“You brat, I am…”

He cuts himself off as what sounds like a metal piece of furniture, like a desk, is shoved somewhere on the floor below them.

“Levi?” she whispers.

He glances toward the door. “That was too loud to be a person trying to sneak around. A person with a brain in their skull, anyway… and it wasn’t near any entrances.”

As he explains, he places his tin down and reaches for the side of the desk. His sharp, sturdy machete leans against it, about as long as Gabi’s forearm. No matter what he does, he does it silently.

She sits up, trying her damndest to imitate him with silence, and lowers her ear against the floor.

He glares. “I told you not to do that. Disgusting.”

“Is it a Runner? I don’t hear any clicking.”

“Maybe… You hear more than one?”

“Maybe?” She shuts her eyes and tries to focus, to help correctly. “Definitely two. But how could they even be there? Place was empty when we got here.”

“They roam,” he says simply, goes on one knee, and then stands. He’s leaving.

She opens her mouth to immediately protest. “I can handle a few—”

“I know, but you’re loud. I’ll see if there really is two. Runners. And then…” He sighs, and rests his machete over his shoulder with a certain fondness to his gaze. “…Maybe you can get some practice on the crossbow. How does that sound?”

Her brown eyes widen into giant saucers, and whispers, although a little louder than she meant, “Perfect!”

“Good.” He passes her by with a pat on the head. “Now stay put.”

“Got it,” she breathes, still grinning.

#fhgijfgioergjoi so niche but iujfhiurfoihgeroi #aot drabbles #tlou drabble #tlou fic #snk drabble #levi drabble #attack on titan drabble #levi ackerman drabble #the last of us #levi fluff #dadvi