#ahahah but i thought about it while i was in the shower and had to admit to myself

[riverbutghost]

Can you write a one shot where Y/n is self harming and how Simon is reacting to that?

This is my first request!!!!!!!

Also, I’m so so so sorry for this, this isn’t how i expected it to turn out, also I have a severe migraine right now and can’t look at screen too much. I wrote it super fast. Apologies, and promise that i’ll write more soon.

Go ahead and request with an angst prompt !!

Pairing: Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley x GN!Reader

Summary: You used to self harm, but after attending military you stopped. Certain someone made you break, though.

Warnings: Graves is an asshole, no touching but cat calling?, Self harm, depression topics, kind of ooc simon, mentions of suicide…

Even though you were feeling down lately, your friends were always there for you. You knew it.

Your mental health wasn’t always perfect, and you knew it would take a while to heal. But even after healing, you knew it would always come back.

“It’s okay, you’re okay. I’m glad you chose me to vent about it.”

It was always easy to vent to Soap, he would always make you chuckle or smile.

“It’s cool y’know? I know why you’re feeling this way. But it will always get better.”

Gaz would pat your hair, cuddle you a little like a brother and give you a chocolate. He would make you smile.

Simon wasn’t there usually. And no, you wouldn’t seek comfort from him either way. You knew the man wasn’t a people person, and he wouldn’t do anything other than getting annoyed.

So after your mission went smoothly, everyone wanted to celebrate and drink. Not you for sure.

You weren’t feeling good and stable so you politely declined. This, of course drew your friends’ attention. You just told them you were tired, because you didn’t want them to miss out on their time. They finally accepted and left the base to have fun.

You, on the other hand wasn’t feeling too well. It was overwhelming, to feel that way after a success.

“Congratulations, soldier. But you missed your shot. It was a stupid thing to do, the target wasn’t even moving ahahah.”

You furrowed your eyebrows after remembering your commander’s words. Graves, he was something. He would constantly pick on you, even though he had told you he liked you. You couldn’t understand him, was he that kind of person who would bully their crushes? Yeah, no.

You shook your head, clearing your mind of those thoughts. You needed a bath, and the base was empty. You smiled to yourself weakly. This was going to be a long shower.

You closed your door, but didn’t lock it. You didn’t care because the base was empty. You stripped off your clothes and got in.

-

“Is she okay?”

Simon furrowed his eyebrows.

“Who?”

Soap rolled his eyes and cursed through the phone. He told him your name, and Simon cursed himself too.

“Didn’t know she was here,”

Simon swore that he heard Soap rolling his eyes.

“Whatever, I gotta go. Don’t get wasted, yeah?”

Simon didn’t wait for an answer before shutting the phone down. He got up and went to his bathroom, ready to take a shower. He locked the door before pulling his mask off.

He got in, warm water immediately softening his tense shoulders. He sighed and closed his eyes.

-

You had decided to grab something from the kitchen before combing your hair. So here you were, eating an apple while going to your room.

“Ooof, here you are.”

You stopped dead in your tracks after someone grabbed your shoulders from behind.

“Our talk was interrupted,”

You swallowed and smiled at him, even though his eyes were raking up and down your body. You shifted uncomfortably.

“Oh, uhm- yeah. I don’t see you like that-“

His hands moved to your waist and you gasped quietly.

“C’mon, we both know what you want. Don’t resist it.”

You pushed him hard enough to let him off and he just snorted.

“I told you. I don’t want you, Graves.”

He rolled his eyes.

“Is that why you wear these shorts huh? Why your hair is wet and free? Don’t play dumb, you want it. Don’t worry, even if you’re bad in bed it would worth it and I won’t tell anyone.”

He winked and that was the final straw. You kicked him in his crotch, and pushed him with all your force. He groaned and gritted his teeth.

“Fuckin’ bitch. You’re gonna regret that!”

You just walked hurriedly to your room and locked the door behind you.

You didn’t know when, but you had started crying. You sat down in front of your door and cried silently.

When you realized you had dropped your apple there, you started crying harder.

“Fuck,”

You sniffled and gripped your phone. But you couldn’t, they were having fun and you wouldn’t dare to ruin it.

You closed your eyes, tried doing the breathing techniques your therapist had taught you.

“I can’t believe you’re our teammate now, you should be a model.”

“I can keep you company, you know?”

“But you’re asking for it.”

“You don’t have a boyfriend? Such a shame, you have a good physique.”

“Believe me sweetheart, no one would talk to you if you weren’t that beautiful.”

“That pretty face is missing something, a smile?”

“Oh my God, be a lady and bow down to me will you? ahahah..”

“Fuck!”

You quickly got up, the voices in your head were ringing and ringing. Graves’ voice was ringing. It kept getting louder.

You opened your drawer and took out your knife, and held it in your hand for a second.

The voices are going to stop, you thought. It will get better if I do this, you convinced yourself.

You cut your wrist, hands shaky from the panic attack. Your breaths were unstable, shallow.

You cut your wrist again, the voices were now getting weaker.

“What the fuck is going on?!”

You jumped forward with the knife in your hand. Simon gasped for a second before holding you and looking at you.

“What happened?!”

Simon shook your shoulders, not knowing what to do. You were just as shocked as him, and didn’t move a muscle.

Simon’s eyes went up to your hair and down to your feet. His breath shook as he noticed the blood dropping from your cuts.

“What the- What did you do?!”

Simon quickly took the knife and threw it across the room, then he picked you up and carried you to the bathroom.

He put you down to the floor of the shower cabin and washed your face.

“Wait here, ‘kay? I’ll be back.”

He quickly went back to his room, grabbed the first aid kit and came rushing back.

He carefully took your wrist, inspected it and worked on it quietly.

You were still in shock, eyes looking empty at the ground. It was all so quick, and your mind wasn’t comprehending it.

Simon called your real name and you suddenly looked up. It was like a switch. You furrowed your eyebrows and looked at your wrist.

“Oh my God- I fuck!”

“Shh-“

You silently cried as he bandaged your wrist, thankfully you didn’t cut that deep.

After a minute or so, he got up and picked you up. He went towards your bed, and put you down. He sat down as well.

“Why? I don’t understand anything.”

You swallowed and looked down.

“I was suicidal before. And it just, I don’t know. I got triggered I guess.” You mumbled and shrugged.

Simon just narrowed his eyes. How could you be so calm about it?

“But what happened? What triggered it?”

You sighed as you let yourself down on your mattress.

“Don’twannatalkaboutit.”

Simon raised an eyebrow.

“What? Speak up soldier. C’mon now, you know you can talk to me.”

“Graves…”

Simon shot up.

“What did that fucker do?!”

You just sighed and curled up more.

“Nothing,I-“

Simon quickly got out of your room, leaving you speechless and scared. You were scared to be alone, and scared that Graves would say some shit and Ghost would believe them.

You just closed your eyes and sighed again, suddenly fee exhausted and tired.

It was so quick, so fast like it was a dream.

“What the fuck just happened..” You mumbled to yourself.

Soon enough, Simon came back. He knocked on your door and you mumbled for him to come in.

“Took care of it.”

Your heart broke a little after that. Not in a bad way, you might add.

“Thank you. I’m just exhausted, I guess. Never really thought I would ever do that again.”

Simon held your hand as you looked up at him. His eyes took you in and left you breathless in an instant. He attempted to say something, but didn’t. You smiled at him softly, laying down on the bed.

“I’m gonna go, yeah..”

He scratched the back of his neck, and contemplated for a moment to say anything else.

But he got up, leaving your room after looking you one last time.

It was probably for another day. You would talk with him another day.

#call of duty #call of dooty #cod mwf2 #simon riley #simon riley angst #simon riley x reader #simon riley x you #ghost x you #simon ghost riley #simon riley fluff #cod mw x reader #cod modern warfare #request for riverbutghost

[theartofimagining13]

REQUESTED BY: @clockgirl94​ (Dialogue 19 | Sunny weather | First person | Cate Blanchett)

AMBIENCE: Sunny Day/Nature Ambience

WRITTEN BY: A.Wölf.

NOTES: I really don’t know where this came from but i’m proud of it so i’mma call it “creepy erotica”. AHAHAH! There’s a brief pov change. Also, let’s not forget this is fiction and Cate is just portraying this crazy character I just came up with.

Being Cate’s assistant was a 24/7 job.

She had recently asked me to move in with her and God forbid you disturbed the queen before 11am. So I was very surprised, startled even, to learn that she was awake when I sneaked into the house after celebrating a friend’s birthday till sunrise. I took my heels off not to make any noise and basically tiptoed my way through the living room when I heard her voice.

“Did you have fun?”

I froze and my heart almost leaped out of my chest, while my head snapped towards the kitchen where I could see her sitting at the table, looking at me. I took a deep breath and tried to ease my nerves while I exhaled before I joined her.

“What are you doing up, Cate?”

She smiled at me but I could see that she was upset. She reached for the pack of cigarettes on the table and lit one up, and she didn’t answer until she had taken the first drag on it.

“You know I can’t sleep when you’re gone.”

“I told you yesterday that I was going out.”

“Yes but you never said you wouldn’t come home.” She cocked her head. “I was... worried.”

That was the thing about Cate; she could be so discreetly manipulative.

“Well, I’m here now and you’re up so, would you like some breakfast?”

“Why don’t you…” She began as she stood up and got closer to me, “let me take care of you for a change? You must be very tired.”

I don’t know how she did it, but even though her words seemed kind, she gave every single one a certain undertone that made me feel like I was in so much trouble. Cate wasn’t the type of woman who would raise her voice when mad but she’d always find other ways to disarm you. She inched closer to me and gently grabbed my chin in a motherly manner.

“Have a bath while I make breakfast.”

“I was thinking that perhaps we could go shopping.” She announced. “It’s a lovely day.”

And there I was, doing exactly what she wanted, in a robe and with my hair still wet while she sifted a perfect amount of powdered sugar on top of my French toast like a perfect wife from the 60s. I watched as she poured coffee into the empty cup in front of me and dragged a chair to sit next to me. She grabbed my fork and knife and cut a piece of my French toast along with a strawberry and tried to feed it to me. I stared at her with a bit of disbelief but just did what she wanted, and she looked at me the whole time waiting for my reaction.

“Oh my god... It’s very good.” I wasn’t lying. She smiled while I finished chewing and I looked her in the eye. “Cate, I’d love to go shopping but I thought you said I’d had the evening off today, and I have a date, remember?”

“Oh…” Her smile faded. “The… theater boy. Right.” She said while forcing a smile. She looked at the floor briefly then back into my eyes. She suddenly touched my forehead. “But, darling, you don’t look so good. Do you feel alright? You are very hot. You’re not coming down with something for staying out all night, are you?”

“Cate… cate!” I said as I grabbed her wrists to stop her. “I’m fine.” I knew she wouldn’t stop trying to make me feel guilty for not spending the night here in her own demure way. “Just…” I carried on as I gently placed her hand on her lap, “…have breakfast with me. I’ll cancel my date so we can go shopping.”

And just like that she was in a good mood again. She sat across from me and smiled at me.

“Good girl.”

I lost count of the many times I had to re-schedule that date because of Cate, but she was my boss and she paid me well, so I endured.

I had just gotten out of the shower and I was sitting in front of my vanity to start getting ready when she appeared on my door.

“What time is your date?” She asked.

“He’s supposed to pick me up in two hours.”

I saw her reflection on my mirror and watched her walking towards me. She grabbed my brush and started brushing my hair in silence.

“I know I can be difficult sometimes…” she began after a while, “…but I only ask so much of you because you’re actually good at your job.”

I smiled at her strange form of apology and let her do my hair.

When I was about to leave the house, I saw Cate watching TV in the living room with a glass of wine.

“Don’t wait up for me.” I warned.

She gave me a tired smile.

“I won’t.”

I walked out into the porch, headed towards the fancy car my date had picked me up in.

As soon as her assistant shut the door behind her, Cate got up from the couch and carefully peeked through the curtains to spy on her. She saw the young man getting out of the car and opening the passenger door for her. The grin on her face made Cate’s blood boil to the point where she gripped her glass so tight, it exploded in her hand and she began to bleed.

I don’t know what was wrong with me but even though this man had taken me to a very beautiful restaurant and was being a complete gentleman, all I could think of was Cate. I was irrationally worried about her so I wasn’t having fun, but then I tried to shake the thoughts away because I deserved to have a life outside of work and Cate had become so utterly consuming lately. But I was relieved when the date was coming to an end. I didn’t even let this man kiss me when he dropped me off because I couldn’t wait to get home to Cate.

When I walked in, all the lights were off so I knew she had kept her promise and went to bed. But still, there was something I needed to do. I went upstairs and her bedroom door was open so I let myself in and saw her in her nightgown, on her enormous bed sleeping on her side, with her back to me. I don’t know what came over me but I lied next to her and put my left hand on her bare shoulder.

“Cate, I’m home.” I whispered. “I just wanted you to know.”

She stirred and hummed, and then placed one hand above mine, and I noticed that she had a bloodied bandage wrapped around it, so I held it up to get a good look.

“What happened here?”

“A little accident with the wine. Don’t worry. I’m fine.” She said in a sleepy voice.

It hit me. It finally dawned in on me. This strange behavior of hers and my inexplicable need to please her all the time.

“Cate…” I murmured.

“Hmm?”

My heart was racing like never before, but she needed to hear this.

“You were all I could think of tonight.”

I felt her stiffening against me for a second but then she turned slightly to look into my eyes. Cate placed her right hand on my cheek and I slowly leaned in as did she. When our lips touched I felt a tingling sensation all over my body that no man had ever made me feel before. So, I deepened the kiss but Cate rolled on top of me with a type of hunger I could never describe.

But this hunger of hers... I felt just as deeply.

#Thanks for your request <3 #Cate Blanchett #Prompt list requests #OH MY

[finngualart]

Colin Robinson wants you to start Discourse

#wwdits #what we do in the shadows #colin robinson #discourseTM #some of the tags and messages shown are real ones from tumblr #and some of them are counterfeited by yours truly :^) #i have to admit i flexed rather hard with this painting of colin because some of the messages Got To Me #ahahah but i thought about it while i was in the shower and had to admit to myself #there is truth to it #colin robinson is not cute or hot #he is designed to be the bland beige blob of your nightmares #he is not a fun subject to paint #or so i thought #because as it turns out i had a ton of fun with this #anyway #here he is!! #i drew him alright?! #now leave me alone about it #:')

[touyasdoll]

Early Established Relationship Shouta & Reader, but they haven’t talked about having kids yet and Reader just found out she’s pregnant. She’s worked herself up in anxiety over how Shouta will take it. This is not helped by him coming home from teaching, having had a hellish day and grumbling about “problem children” and thankful that he only has to deal with kids for a few hours.

Hearing that, Reader just… hides everything. There’s ice in her chest as she tidies up the bathroom, takes out the trash, washes up to start on dinner just. Mind blank, but her usual smile on her face (well honed practice from years of mistreatment due to having an ‘unacceptable’ quirk) as she tells him to go clean up. She’ll make a fast dinner so he can sleep and then wake him later for patrol. He’s too tired to notice anything off, thanks her with a loving smile, the soft ones only she gets, as he goes and showers, changes for a meal and a nap with his favourite girl.

And that’s how it goes. Day in, day out, feeling sick is just a bug, just extreme reaction to allergies, just bad food, etc. She kind of disassociates a lot, mind unable to process as somewhere in there she’s coming up with a plan. Obviously he won’t want to be with her, right? She should cherish these days before she starts to show. So she does.

For about two days, no matter what he says about kids he’s run into or his class — though a small voice tries to remind her that Shouta is excellent with kids, even the ones that act out and he doesn’t hate them no matter what he acts like, she knows this, but it’s drowned out by the words she’s heard him say while tired and grumpy — she cherishes the fuck out of spending more time with him. A little needy, maybe a lot, but she loves him with everything she has to give. Everything but what she keeps held back for their her child.

And then one morning Reader wakes up, showers and notices a slight bump that she knows won’t be going down. There’s ice in her chest again, but she can’t have the same reaction as last time. It won’t be good for the baby, especially if she disassociates. So she plans out her week carefully; makes a grocery list so she can make all of his favourites, makes a list of what she needs to stock up on for herself, what she can pack quickly and sensibly, looks up apartment listings so Shouta won’t feel caged or that he has to leave because it’s his apartment after all, budgets her upcoming checks and what she has in her accounts.

But she gets careless, tires out far too early, doesn’t even make it to lunch, and leaves an apartment listing ad and pregnancy clinic check-up assessment on the table as she unintentionally drifts off on the couch. (Her iron levels are a little on the low side.) On the school’s half-day, where Shouta only needed to go in for meetings and would be back by lunch. Her stealthy as fuck boyfriend, who she never hears come in, but certainly sees her wearing one of his shirts and having fallen asleep in the middle of…..something. It doesn’t look like one of the analysis notebooks she uses for her freelance job as an analyst. Huh.

He’s curious, nosy maybe, but that’s a hero trait. You would’ve made good hero, if everyone hadn’t made it nigh impossible for you before you broke away from your past and headfirst into analysis. You aren’t bitter, but he can be so enough for both of you. You deserve the best, in his eyes, but he’s selfish so he’s going to keep you for himself. Now if he just steps closer to get a look at what’s on the table…..

  

  

Hey so I made myself go full on fucking ugly crying and decided to share for anyone’s thoughts or added writing contributions. :D

All I can think of to add is that:

Shouta is not letting Reader get away from him, from this misunderstanding no matter how he has to do it. (He’ll probably start by shredding that apartment add with his bare hands, though.)

Shouta feels like the biggest fucking idiot for missing all the signs and not taking better care of you like you deserved, kid or no kid behind it all. (TBH you’ve been carrying their family — not that either of you have said it but that’s what you have — since you moved in. If it was left up to him the entire building would’ve somehow collapsed.)

He’s gonna add some more bitterness to the “my girlfriend could’ve been a heroine but people are assholes” fund because she managed to hide a whole ass pregnancy from him completely for who knows how long while other Pros can’t even hide their favourite colours. (Most can’t even hide their lack of genuine civilian safety oriented tactical knowledge, which is just sad, in his opinion. Then again, he is very judgmental of other heroes abilities.)

He may or may not quickly realize why Reader hid the news. And may or may not feel even worse. Because having a kid with you? That’s a dream he didn’t want to let himself have, not yet. Not until after he proposed and settled into his teaching job more, at least. (Better find a ring soon. Even if it’s a Studio Ghibli’s Catbus themed one — it’ll do.)

💜

Oh God. Oh God, wait. Option 2 though, right? My brain wants more angst, go figure.

Ahahah this gets a little sad, sorry. But my contribution is under the cut ❤️‍🩹

Warnings: panic attack, mental breakdown, pregnancy, medical

What if his initial reaction is to be angry? Like he’s reading it just as you’re waking up and you gasp, trying to explain, but he’s already raising his voice, demanding to know how you could have kept something like this from him for so long?

He’s not even upset with you. He’s really just upset that he didn’t even notice. Like you said, he feels like a fucking idiot. He wanted to be there for you through all of this. He wanted all the cute cheesy pregnancy bliss that other couple go through. The first appointment. First sonogram. Telling your friends and family together.

And you’re looking for another apartment? For all of you? No, the place is already plenty big enough. Were you going to leave? He’s beating himself bloody inside, cursing himself for not being more attentive to you. You could have slipped right through his fingers. You and that little miracle inside of you that he already feels so attached to.

And he’s just so disappointed with himself that he misplaces those intense emotions and lashes out at you. He’s never once raised his voice to you, but he can’t control himself in his state and he does. He starts barking about why you never told him, demanding to know why you didn’t come to him, pressing you about how long and why and where you were going to go and he just gets so worked up that he doesn’t even know what he’s saying, he’s just screaming and there’s hot tears and he can’t breathe anymore. He’s having a panic attack for the first time in who knows how many years and he just keeps kicking himself, because now after all that, you’re looking at him with concern and tending to his needs once again, instead of him having the strength to be there for you in what is obviously your time of need. He feels selfish and stupid and starts wondering if maybe why you didn’t say anything is because you were really going to leave, because you know that he can’t even properly take care of you, let alone a child.

#oof I’m so sorry I love angst tho #like ahhh the potential for this story #just mootin’ it up 💕 #grae💕 #graemoon #Aizawa angst #Aizawa x reader #tw pregnancy #tw medical #Aizawa #tw panic attack #tw mental breakdown

[yostresswritinggirl]

Do you do poly ships? :0 if not feel free to do these two characters separately lol May I get some hcs of Zhongli and Venti on a picnic date with the reader? Just a quiet day in the sun where the Archons can relax for a moment and watch the world go by :D (if you wanna insert some angst maybe they suddenly realize this moment is fleeting bc reader is mortal and won't be with them forever?? Up to you lol 👀) thank you in advance!!!

I actually don't :D kidding ahahah

What I meant to say was that I haven't wrote anything related to poly relationship before so this a cool, first experience for me! And like the dumbass that I am, I took on this request and butchered the heck outta it. Welcome to "A Day In The Life Loving Two Broke Gods"-

Rendezvous with the Gods

Picnic Scenario with Poly!Venti, Zhongli, and You

Background!

It's pretty WACK how you got two of the seven archons to be interested in you in a romantic level.

But I can imagine that the thing that attracted them the most to you is your sense of humanity. As ex-archons, what they needed now is a sense of normalcy and a grasp on reality, and with your knowledge and presence they've come to realize the ways of the mortals fairly easily.

But like, you got the two oldest archons in existence. Even the Traveler is in disbelief at this turn of events.

I think you somehow ended up in this situation when the two of them had a reunion after their retirement, and the conversation went like this: "Have you heard of the fair maiden, (Y/N)? Their existence greatly reminds me of Celestia!" "I had the honor of meeting them yes, how tantalizing they are, even the slightest sight of them invigorates me through the whole day."

They'd shower you with praises among one another, and you're forced to sneeze for an hour straight somewhere in Teyvat.

Preparation!

*wheeze*

First thing I thought was "How probable is it that Venti drinks Dandelion Wine at 4 in the afternoon?"

The answer is yes.

You three have planned this picnic days ahead, maybe even a week. As all of you have your own work and errands to deal with, probably not Venti tho, a gathering of this magnitude that requires you three to be present for hours are not as common as you'd think.

First order of business: location! The most obvious answer would have been Starsnatch Cliff, Windrise or even Dihua Marsh.

While thinking, Venti and Zhongli ended up sharing a look, and suddenly the location was settled.

No, you don't know where it is, and they tell you that they'll handle it.

You don't have to worry.

You are very worried.

Next, the food! Being in a relationship with two broke Gods made you the alpha in terms of Mora, and on this occasion, you're once again forced to put your foot down and provide.

With that in mind, both of them could only offer a guilty smile and a nervous laugh.

The outcome of your meal depends on your cooking skills really: if you're good or decent, what a heart-warming picnic that would be.

They must have tasted your cooking before so they would ask for requests on your delicious home cooking —

something light that goes with tea, said Zhongli.

something meaty and heavy to pair with wine, said Venti.

It's a wonder how you deal with these two together.

If you're absolutely terrible at cooking, like Suspicious Dish™ rating, you're gonna have to rely on your Mora to get takeout for this date.

Everything else you've pretty much wrapped up quickly, all you have to do now is wait.

Picnic Time!

Venti was the one to pick you up from your housing to guide you to the location, greeting you with a chaste kiss on the cheek before aiming for the picnic basket hanging by your elbow.

You don't let him; he might eat it on the way there honestly

Cute boy is practically shaking with excitement as he hauls you up over a cliff face and carefully nyoom! over the sea

Where is he taking you?

You didn't dwell much longer when you saw a small island in the distance, a rock formation by the edge and most notably, you're tall lover standing next to an elegant patterned brown and gold blanket placed over the sea of flora.

Welcome to Heart Island!

Very cheesy

The Geo archon greets you with a kiss on the hand before being tackled to the ground by a buzzing Venti.

How that was physically possible was beyond you-

You set up and laid down all the food you got for today's picnic: Fresh apples, 'Breakfast' Sandwich, Chicken and Mushroom Skewers!

You've also noticed a picnic basket to the side that wasn't yours. Noticing your stare, Zhongli pulled out his contributions: Mora Meat, a pitcher of Iced Tea, and a bowl of Mushroom Stew.

Out of nowhere, Venti manifests his own offerings to the table: Apples, Dandelion Wine and Mondstadt Hash Browns.

You have no idea how these two managed to prepare or afford such meals but you appreciate it nonetheless.

They had the whole week to save up Mora just for this picnic, how cute aww

The first to take a bite is Venti, defo. You and Zhongli would be prepping the utensils while the Anemo boy sneaks some food into his mouth, even if you smack his hand multiple times, he's not gonna relent.

A lot of catching up happens in this picnic: your wild commissions, Venti's recent performances, Zhongli's uh consultant stuff.

These are the rare moments where Zhongli isn't the one filling up the conversation more, satisfied with hearing the voices of his lovers and listening to their joys or woes.

The whole picnic is accompanied by Venti's lyre, strumming softly, unrelenting, to make sure all of you are enjoying the serenity of the island.

You and Zhongli take turns spoon feeding him cuz he just won't stop PLAYING

Zhongli made the Iced Tea

Zhongli made the Iced Tea

Very refreshing, right amount of sweet, would honestly be a good alternative for Venti's alcoholism

Speaking of, he's tipsy now

He's on a full-blown performance now, serenading and urging you two into a dance after eating "to digest the food faster"

Not really believable but you danced anyways.

Zhongli would decline first as he starts cleaning up

But give him a little more nudge, pull on his hand, he'll crave eventually

Rex Lapis is actually a pretty decent dancer

HAVE YOU SEEN HOW GRACEFUL HE DROP KICKS HIS SPEAR

Such a relaxing day off the three of you deserve

By the time the sun already dipped the horizon and you guys still had time to spare, you and Venti would be dozing off on the blanket while leaving the few remaining clean up to Zhongli. It was a tiring yet enjoyable day that's deserving of a nice and dreamy nap.

"Morax..." He'd hear an uncharacteristically somber voice as he makes his way over to where you both lay. Your back resting on the Anemo archon's chest as he spoons you. His teal eyes stare unmoving at your open palm of which the Geo archon takes into his as he sits down.

Little cuts litter your rough hands, from your adventures, some fresh from today to prepare your dishes. How frail and sensitive mortal hands are.

"I'll miss them, so so much." Venti confessed as his grip around you tightens, free-flowing tears erupt from his eyes that are unfocused, as if he was years away with that thousand yards stare that the other God had familiarized himself with.

For the second time in his whole lifetime, Rex Lapis found himself at a loss for words.

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"Ohhh, a luxurious chest! What's it doing so far out here?" The Traveler lets the floating companion ramble as they pull the chest open, excited for the new artifacts they'll come by.

A teal goblet with gold accents worn out through the years from disuse as parts of its paint are chipped off as gray splotches, laid perfectly in the middle of a brown wool blanket with intricate gold and silver geometric patterns. On each side lays an Anemoculus and Geoculus, softly glowing yet dimming in pulses.

They pick it up with utmost care for safe-keeping, to ask for their archon friends in the future. Who knows, it might be the closure they needed.

This took some time and a lot of pondering wow! This is even more chaotic than the Albedo one ahahah I've made myself sad just thinking about this— anyways thank you so much for requesting and your lovely support! Please let our archon bbs be happy ywy

#genshin impact x reader #genshin impact imagines #genshin impact #genshin x reader #genshin impact headcanons #genshin impact zhongli #zhongli #genshin impact venti #venti #venti x reader #zhongli x reader #exile.goblet #exile.flower #My two husbands in one fic lesgooooo #Writing this was very enjoyable and fluffy #until it started becoming heartbreaking #QWQ #i dunno how to tag poly fics ack #followers special #gender neutral

[skitsoulmaty]

umbrella [ jjk] | part one

genre(s): angst, a little bit of fluff, strangers lovers au

pairings: jeon jeongguk x reader

word count: this is the first part & it contains 900ish words 

warnings: heartbreak, hell of angst, mental illness, a bit of violence (not in this part tho but its gun be there in the upcoming parts), one sided love kinda ?? death, blood, mentions of hospitals.

synopsis: jungkook is still in luv with his ex lover but in the rain that day he meets a girl coated with stardust. 

taglist: aaa i dont really have anyone to tag :(( if u want to be added to my taglist, just send an ask or dm me ^-^

note: this is my first series & my first post on here so im quite nervous but i hope it goes well ahahah :(( english isnt my first language so i hope u can ignore grammatical errors, if u find one 🤍 u can try listening to ghosting by txt while reading this. but yes pls enjoy this it took me a lot of time to word it <3

this is a work of fiction. any resemblance to actual people or events is purely coincidental.  © sakura, 2021.

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it was one of the gone-wrong picnic days. the day had brought a sky of granite-grey clouds ruffling in ripples, indicating it was about to invite a street of colourful umbrellas to blossom.

and then it did. it came with its heaven given soundtrack, as a million soul fragments in a chorus. together they brought such a soothing sound, a natural melody every bit as beautiful as a mother's soulful hum. the pearl-like drops washed every hue into a strong and soulful vibrancy.

crystal clear raindrops hit the stony ground as water seeped inside the jarred ground to mitigate the brittle dried up earth from the harshly flaring brilliant rays of that scorching sphere of fire. the droplets paused on the surface before being engulfed into the soil. it turned dark like molasses under the glossy strands of grass.

but it was not that tranquillizing for jeongguk.

the world resembled his emotions with his darkened over-clouded heart. the raindrops came falling down just like his tears. he was on the street, alone, and the only one who did not have an umbrella.

with every splash that touched the boy's skin, his jacket gave up on keeping his body dry. water began to soak the bottom of his pale blue jeans, deepening the denim to a stronger hue, and bringing his timberlands to a glossy water-shine. he breathed in the pouring rain as it dampened his dishevelled locks.

he wandered amidst a harmonious choir of raindrops. water poured over his skin so vigorously that it felt as if he was in the flow of a river rather than a rain shower. he could not seem to figure out if he had a lot of thoughts or none at all. everything looked dusky, dull and grey. a nostalgic sensation had crawled in and washed over him when he saw the rain-washed street. it gripped his emotions with might, suffocating him.

he missed her.

jeongguk was like a wilting flower. he was weak, broken, and delicate. deprived of affection and slowly crumbling down.

he studied the way water would pour down in soft cascades, the vibrant image of a summer storm and liked how the very sound could create a sense of silence without loneliness.

they had to fall, he thought. they had no alternative. they had no escape. nowhere, but down on the rugged, solid surface. they had to face their destiny, what the future had in store for them. after they descended, the drops vanished between a billion others. they were not seen anymore, like their value had dissolved after that very moment. they were gone.

maybe he should feel glad; glad that his lifeline was longer. but he wasn't. all his happiness had been sucked when she left. it had been a year, yet his heart still grieved and yearned for her.

the bitterly raw wind swooshed by, pulling him away from his thoughts. some youngsters' laughter was heard faintly from a distance. the world around him was unaffected by his suffering. untouched and unbothered by the agony that he is experiencing.

perhaps he was hallucinating, or his vision was fuzzy, but for a second he thought someone was observing him.

"hey there, boy. you look so miserable that someone might mistake you for the male version of oizys!" it was the voice of some girl. it was the kind of deep voice that is so very easy to fall in love with, that auditory caramel.

(oizys was the ancient greek goddess of grief & anxiety.)

jeongguk felt enticed to the voice as if it were a magnet. he finally looked up desirous to know who that velvety voice belonged to.

his eyes fell onto were her lips. they were coral and looked soft even in the dark rain, curved up in a smile. then the rest of her face. it would be an understatement to say that he was allured. she had extremely fine, sculpted features. her silvery grey eyes glittered in the gloom, glinting with hope and curiosity. her smile, flawless and delicate. her face was luminescent, a gentle glow. she had the appearance of soul fire sparking against the ice.

she was clad in a white hoodie reaching down till mid thigh with the hood over her touseled brunette hair. her milky appearance made her stand distinctly against the faded surroundings. in the cold mini storm she stood firm.

her innocent aura drew him in.

the mystery girl snapped closed her umbrella, releasing a gravity-defying plume of small droplets. she pulled down her hood and shook her hair to gain some life back into her flattened locks which slowly got drenched.

she noticed that he had looked at her. she pouted when there was no response from jeongguk. “oh i'm really sorry. i didn’t mean to offend you. i should not have joked about that,” she paused and opened her umbrella again, and this time put it over his head, preventing the raindrops from hitting his skin.

she tilted her head and continued, “but, joli garçon, did you really think the rain could mask your tears?”

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yes that was it for the first part,,,, it certainly isnt as good as some of authors here but i tried jdhjsjhsj the second part is coming soon :) pls reblog it would mean a lot !! <3

#jungkook #angst #jungkook angst #bangtan #bts #jeongguk angst #jungkookangst #jungkook drabbles #jungkook x reader #jungkook x reader angst #jungkook strangers to lovers #jungkook heatbreak #jungkook bf #bts angst #rain #umbrella #jungkook rain

[mejomonster]

almost dying was like. god id do anything just to not puke nonstop and get a break from nausea. would do anything just to type again and watch a show and manage a conversation 

now its like. yes im grateful god im so grateful im so happy im not like that anymore and not in the er once a week. but also its like. well now i fucking miss dancing that i used to do everyday before this. or taking a walk around my block. or the energy to have a movie night with my nieces. or the energy to study a language again. like... just to do anything beyond day to day stuff. and i Know im getting ahead of myself. because like fuck i cant actually DO all of my daily life stuff yet anyway. still can barely do 1 chore a week still dizzy when i stand still cant sit up for work without hour long breaks laying down to re-build stamina for another goddamn attempt at doing computer work. still get absolutely wrecked if i try to put in the energy for a video game for an hour. a shower is still absolutely benching me for the rest of a day, im doing everything i can to avoid grocery shopping cause that is also benching me for a whole day so no work no friends no hobbies that day ahahah. still too exhausted to fucking cook and pushing myself to get up and prepare food like the basic minimum of microwaving or opening up a can cause my energy levels just screaming at me to sleep and rest and that getting up isn’t worth it. but i Gotta make myself eat, gotta make myself take my meds 2 times a day, if i wanna keep any of the health progress i made.

like. about 5 weeks ago now i had ONE good week. it wasn’t my normal energy level from before lol! but it was like 7/10 my normal energy! i had just enough energy to sit up for 4 hour bursts at work with lunch as my break, enough to dance OR play a video game or have a friend over or walk the neighborhood as the ‘exerting task’ after work without it making me useless the next day. then after that 1ish week bam back to 3/10 of normal energy levels. i thought maybe some supplement was helping but i tried all the various supplements i’d been using since, in the past 5 weeks, and nothing gave me that energy again. yeah even that week i didnt have energy to like do my old normal range of activities or chores but at least work was manageable and i could do at least 1 of my old normal hobbies a day. versus now this week where i am trying to figure out how to keep my job again since fmla ran out a while back but i absolutely can’t do 8 hour days i keep collapsing then waking up then working until like 6-8 pm cause i can’t get my work done in the regular 8 hours then i feel exhausted and just want to rest and make myself eat then its rest time :c. had 3 panic attacks this past week just cause i cant physically do this man. im not even pushing myself to do anything close to my normal range of activity im just trying to do maintenance ‘must do to keep job and keep eating’ tasks and im failing to handle them all. wooh. i desperately wanna get a higher energy level and have no idea how man. i wanna know why i had that 1 good week and if thats possible to achieve again.

like. and none of this is covering the stuff i miss and know is unreachable for a fucking while. i miss being able to HIKE, to go window shopping with a friend, to go to some place to hang out, to drive reliably to somewhere over 20 minutes away, to have energy to fucking see all my friends again to have energy to wear makeup and dress up to have energy to travel and see loved ones like. to have energy to learn new things again. goddamn u know... all the goals where u improve stuff, where u grow or build muscle or learn something or get to socialize. im way too wiped to do any of that, even when i was level 7/10 that one good week i was too wiped for any of that. 

i know i gotta be happy im not dying anymore. and i am. i dont wanna do that ever again. i dont want it to ever last so long again. but im so frustrated im still so sick and no one is telling me WHY or WHAT the fuck im sick for, or if it will ever get better, or if i can do ANYTHING. ive been seeing doctors, alternative medicine, looking up supplements and over the counter shit, looking into fucking anything to help myself but im not a doctor i have no idea im just throwing myself into things hoping something helps me and im so fucking exhausted. and the people who are supposed to help me have so far kept saying ‘well unless ur dying again/get even worse and have to go to ER again’ we don’t want to see u, we have no idea whats wrong, good luck, we hope u will simply improve in a while.’ in fact even if i get worse again, unless its new symptoms they’re pretty much all ‘well that sucks we tested everything we know, good luck! hopefully u improve, either way our meds will keep u alive in combo with the ER so just deal with it.’ 

u know. and all this combined with every fucking time. i spend energy trying to figure out how to help my own health, or try to get a doctor to help me. is energy i no longer have for work to keep my job and health insurance i need for the meds keeping me stable and out of hospital. is energy i dont have for daily life maintenance or anything else. im so exhausted im so exhausted 

#rant #my health issues #im so frustrated im so tired

[bangtan-dreamland]

A Fairy Tale’s End [Prolouge]

Pairing:‌ ‌‌(future) ot7‌ ‌x‌ ‌reader‌ ‌

Word‌ ‌Count:‌‌ ‌4822

Rating:‌ ‌‌pg-13‌ ‌

Warning:‌ reader is mostly just sad, gets hunted by a creature bent on harming her, brief description about fighting

Genre:‌‌ ‌fluff,‌ ‌angst,‌ ‌e2l,‌ ‌fantasy!au,‌ ‌supernatural/fairytale!BTS‌ ‌

Summary: You wanted, for once, to be someone important, someone needed- to be wanted and appreciated, to love and be loved. Well, you should be careful what you wish for.

or

A careless wish made on what might be the worst day of your life sets into motion events that puts you on a journey in another world- literally. You wake up to find that you've become a chosen hero- and now you have to save the world!? Thrust into a dangerous quest with no one but seven princes (re:jerks) as team members, can you survive the quest and go home?

AN:‌ I wouldn’t have been able to post this if not for @shadowsremedy so thank you T^T I seriously kept asking him again and again for help aixnsoxnsoxa nOT TO MENTION @dee-ehn​ who made the banner I’m not over how pretty it is asuidhjasd

This is also a part of @bangtanscenery’s collab, ‘April Showers Bring May Flowers’! Quickly before posting period ends in a few hours, ahahah. I, the fool, am doing a series instead of a oneshot because I have no self-control. Nevertheless, I hope this makes whoever reading smile ^^

masterpost // next chapter

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The streets in the city were always dreary at this time of the night, moreso with how the rain seemed to be specially intense tonight.

Splish, splash.

Your footsteps hardly made a sound in the deafening sound of the downpour. Instead, with every step you took, it was the sound of rain puddles splashing that you heard, and the faint squelch in your sneakers as they became even more soaked. The umbrella in your hands barely protected you from the rain, harsh as the winds were- and your clothes were already a lost cause. Only the tips of your hair were wet, yet the wind had caused your hair to be blown into messy knots, and your makeup- well. You had no doubt that were anyone to see you now, all they’d see was a ragged, downtrodden woman who seemed like she had been broken up with.

Not that you had much motivation to correct that, anyway, even if it was far from the truth.

Or that there was anyone to even see you in your current state. The time was well into the evening, most people having gone home already- and the fierce rain only drove the people left outside into either staying home, or going home. There would be no one sane walking around the streets tonight.

Well, except you.

And even then it was hard to mind. The rain was therapeutic in a way- and even when you arrived back at your apartment, what was there to welcome you but silence? What was there to surround yourself in but silence, echoes of birthday greetings faint and even then insincere, reduced to polite, half-hearted greetings that only reinforced the distance you felt. Between your parents, your family, and to the people who, if asked, would call themselves your friends- but were you, really?

Was it really too much to ask for more than a smile, more than a mention on the day you believed you had the right to feel important on?

At least in the rain it was hard to hear your own thoughts. When you stood under the rain, alone in the streets, it was easy to believe that you were alone in the world, that what you felt truly was reality. You were alone.

Still… as a shiver crept up on your body, the coldness of the rain seeping in, you were forced to relent, looking around for a nearby eave to wait out the rain in. That was all you were looking for to stop yourself from getting too sick. No rest for the wicked, after all.

But then your eyes met the sign of a bookstore near you, and you stopped in your tracks.

Magic Shop.

… What kind of name was that, for a bookstore? Curious eyes wandered along the outside display, the glass offering little view as to what was inside, what with the dim light from outside. Still, it was easy to see that the shop was open- and you hesitated to step in. Your dripping clothes would ruin the shop’s interior, you knew- you probably shouldn’t go inside.

Too bad, you faintly thought. It would be a nice break, small it was. The shop had to be new too- you’d never seen it before despite going through this road so many times now.

You wandered closer, feet dragging as quiet as they could be along the road. A meter away from the glass, in contrast to the bitter cold surrounding you before you could feel a soft kind of warmth coming from inside. Still the inside remained hard to see, as though there was a fog covering your eyes.

“A customer?”

You flinched at the sudden voice, turning to the side.

Mellow eyes that took in your current look without a hint of pity or disdain, accompanied by a warm smile that showed no malice, the woman that suddenly appeared by the door looked at you with curiosity.

“… Oh, um, no,” you mumbled, feeling yourself redden under her stare, even though she didn’t seem to be judging you. “Just keeping myself out of the rain, ma'am.”

She tilted her head at you, the picture of a curious cat, before raising an eyebrow. “Well then- you should come inside anyway.”

“I couldn’t,” you rejected her gently, fidgeting with your soaked clothes. “I’m- well, um, I might ruin your floors.”

“Nonsense,” she tutted at you, beckoning you to come over. You followed her order, a little intimidated by the firm look in her eyes. You raised an eyebrow in surprise as she reached behind her to hand over- a huge towel. Wrapping it around you- where did she get that, you wondered, it was too big not for you to have not seen it, so why? She gently but surely tugged you inside. For a moment you hesitated, foot raised mid-air, before you slowly followed her inside.

And while you didn’t want to impose… it was, admittedly, nice to be out of the rain and with a towel around you. It helped that stepping in, it was as if the rain was little more than background noise- the warmth you felt from before surrounding you oh so heavenly, the chill from the rain being banished instantly. So instead you put your mind to your current situation, instantly looking around the bookstore that originally intrigued you- only to stop. As the two of you stepped in, you couldn’t help but pause as you took the interior of the bookstore in. The air in the bookstore was… strange, to put it in simple words.

No, you mulled over the word in your head. Not quite strange.

Old.

Yes, that was the right word. Inside, it felt as if you had taken a step back in time. Dusty bookshelves filled the floor in neat rows, crammed neatly with books of different shapes and sizes. The bookshelves themselves seemed to be specially made as well- carved decorations standing out neatly, intricate and mesmerizing. The walls lined with bookshelves, the sole exception being the counter. Looking down, the floor was spotlessly clean, the shine of wax evident- and, looking up, there was nothing on the ceiling save for the sole, hanging light lamp.

That wasn’t even beginning to describe how the bookstore was to your other senses- the smell of old parchment mixing with what had to be an incense- nothing but the sound of rain outside and the quiet inside, broken occasionally by the drips of rain falling from your wet figure.

But for some reason, it was how the bookstore simply felt that had you enthralled.

It was hard to describe, but there was something in the air, something that you knew was something so rare- so wonderful, so… magical.

Magical. Yes, that was it. The bookstore seemed magical.

You took a step forward, curious to explore. Each bookshelf was filled with books, yes, but… as you examined them, you were surprised to find that not a single one had a title. All of them leather-bound books, yet not a single one with an engraved title, or an author, or anything to tell them apart from each other, save for the fancy decorations you could see on some. The hints of a ribbon here, and there, yet overall each book seemed to be about the same.

You walked around the bookshelves, curious. Did all the books in the bookshop have blank covers?

As your eyes fell upon the bookshelf nearest to the windows, you tilted your head. Familiar titles of the Grimm Brothers and many other classical authors were on each book- you let your fingers trail over them, a sense of wonder in you at how authentic each book seemed to be, as if they were collected at the time of original publication- the first edition, so to say.

Still, then, what about the other books? You walked back to the original bookshelf you had been looking in, more curious than ever now. Still blank.

Weird, you thought. What kind of bookstore did you step in? Fingers fell unto a single book, and you were just about to tug it off the bookshelf, when-

“You are, then, here for a book?”

You halted, eyes wide as you looked to the side- the woman from before smiling at you.

… When did she arrive? More than that, when had she left? Why didn’t you notice both occurrences? The floor was waxed- it should have been impossible to walk without making a sound. Yet both times she so easily did it that you were very much confused.

“That,” you paused, feeling your face redden slightly as you tried to come up with a response, aware of how long it was taking you to answer. You coughed. “Yes, I am. Um, I mean, I’m looking for something new to read.”

A thought appeared in your head. “That said, uh, what kind of books are these? If- if you don’t mind me asking,” you mumbled. “I mean- the other books were fairy tales, weren’t they? B-But, um, these don’t seem to have any indications of what books they are…“

“Why, they’re fairy tales too, of course,” she beamed at you, before sighing. “Although not many people read them anymore. It’s a shame… perhaps things like knights, magic, and fae aren’t that interesting anymore. Instead they have robots and disasters and whatever young people seem to be reading these days.”

“That’s not true!” You burst out, a part of you immediately upset, before your nerves kicked in and you amended your words. “I mean- I’m proof that that isn’t true, right? I… can’t deny that, um, robots, and uh disasters, all that- they’re appealing to a lot because it’s easier to relate with them. Considering our society now,” you relented.

“B-But,“ you hastily continued. "That doesn’t mean people have abandoned fairy tales. And, um, I think everyone could do with a reminder of old stories now and then, don’t you? Tales about simpler, purer things.”

“Like curses and magic?”

You flushed, pouting. “W-Well, at least they’re easier to understand than human feelings. I mean, I don’t think anyone can tell exactly what they’re feeling at any moment, even if they spend a lifetime studying themselves, right? So, I mean- in comparison, I’d prefer word games and riddles. At least they can be logical,” you fiddled with the hems of your shirt as your rant began to die down. “In a way.”

“… Yes, yes, that’s true.” You glanced at her, unsure if she was simply saying them or if she meant it- but the sudden glee in her voice was not hard to miss, and you rethought your words, unsure if her glee was good or bad for you.

While you fidgeted in place, she began to speak again. “You seem to be familiar with the books by the window?”

“Um- yes,“ you admitted. “I’ve read many of them, or, uh, at least a version of them.”

You shyly added. “Fairy tales are one of my favorites, though I guess that was, um, easy to see from earlier. Honestly… it’s up to the point that I often wish the world was a bit more like fairytale. Or that I lived in one. That would be much more preferable to my life right now.”

The last part of your words was said wryly.

She gave no outward reaction to your words- yet when you looked at her, you were surprised to see her look at you in awe, as if she’d found a rare treasure. Then there was the determined tone in her voice that made you nervous, for some reason. “Yes… this world just isn’t quite right, isn’t it? If you’re looking for a new fairytale to read… yes, if it’s you, I think you’ll appreciate this one just fine... if it’s you, you’ll succeed- you’ll finish the story properly.”

“Huh?” You furrowed your eyebrows, confused, as she suddenly left. “What do you-!”

And then came back seconds later, a book clutched in her hand. “For you,“ she told you with a satisfied look on her face- you warily accepted the book.

Looking down, it seemed to be the same as all the other books in the shelves- leather-bound with a glossy finish, the cover blank save for a light engraving on the side that resembled- flowers?

You barely resisted the urge to bring the book closer to your face, feeling the smooth texture and the smell of old parchment. Just what exactly had you been given? “It’s…”

“A book about a fairy tale,” she finished for you, the smile remaining on her face.

“There’s no- um, there’s no title on the cover,“ you pointed out, feeling a little bewildered at the sudden turn of events. Was this something that she did often? Did you even do something to warrant the book? If the cover was blank… “How old is this book?

It seemed, though, that you wouldn’t be getting any answer to your question- her vague answer only gave you more questions. "There’s no title on the cover because it’s the only one out there of its kind, of course,” she chided you as if you should have known better, but all you could do was look at her in apparent confusion. “And as for how old it is, just know that it’s older than you can imagine.”

You furrowed your eyebrows. “W-Wait, just one? What does that mean?”

“It’s a special kind of fairy tale,” she said slowly, an impatient frown on her face- you bit back the frustration building inside you at her sudden switch of moods. “It’s one of a kind. Magical- you’ll be so immersed in the story, you might even forget about this world. Really, you won’t find any book like this out there!”

At her insistent stare, you reluctantly held the book under your jacket, careful not to let it get wet or damaged. “Okay…”

A glance at the windows revealed that the rain had stopped long ago- really, you should have been in bed by now. You had to admit you were nervous. For once since stepping in, you were all too aware again at the oddness of your situation. You clutched your clothes tighter- dry. A step back- you glanced at the woman who seemed content to see you go.

It was only when you were a step out of the door that she spoke to you again.

“Wait! Don’t open it until you’re about to sleep, or you won’t be able to experience the story properly,“ she firmly instructed you, her voice making you wince.

“O-Okay…” You paused, awaiting for any signal from her that she was going to continue talking, before you resumed. “Um, I should be going now.”

“Alright,” she beamed at you- the whiplash making you even more uneasy. “I hope you enjoy that book!”

It was only when you arrived back at your apartment that you realized the towel had disappeared, and your clothes were dry- your hair neat, make up removed- as if you had never even stepped out in the rain. All that remained that assured you the bookstore was real was the blank package you held in your arms.

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“One of a kind, huh…”

That night, as you laid in bed you found yourself examining the book given to you by the bookshop owner- still mystified by the whole thing. You let your fingers trail along the sides of the book. A part of you was admittedly curious about the book, so held in high view by the shopkeeper.

But.

“Blank,” you murmured, looking down at the pages below when you opened it. Not a single drop of ink anywhere, nor the pressure of a pen or any machinery. The pages themselves were barely yellow, yet all the same there was the faint smell coming off from it that indicated it was antique. You flipped through the ages, confused. However the remaining pages proved to be like the first- and until the very end, the pages were all empty.

“Figures,” you exhaled, feeling oddly disappointed as you closed the book. “The one time I hope, and this happens.“

You stopped in surprise as you felt something on the back. What…

Looking down, you felt bemused. Engraved on the back cover were seven… men. No, not entirely human- you traced pointed ears on one of them, and the faint outline of a bow- another had scales and a tail, while the rest…

Well. You paused. Was there any point in figuring that out? It wouldn’t change that the book was blank. Tomorrow you’d return it, you told yourself. No need to keep what was basically a journal, no matter how pretty it was.

For a moment as you set the book down you remembered the shop keeper’s words, and you chuckled to yourself.

“Make a wish…?” You huffed, chuckling afterwards. “Make my own story, hm?”

“I wish…” You started, your voice a whisper as you stared at the book. “I wish, for once, that I’m able to be someone important… needed. To experience loving someone and being loved for real…”

“For once I want to feel what it’s like to be like a main character in a story…”

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Loud.

When you woke up, it was to the sound of birds chirping ringing in your ear. Which, you faintly thought as you stirred into consciousness, was actually kind of ringing in your head. And annoying. Why would people think it nice to wake up to the sound of nature? Everything- everything was just so loud. Even the grass you were laying on wasn’t in any way comparable to your bed.

Wait.

Why were you laying on grass…?

You opened one eye and hissed. Too fucking bright. Bringing up a hand to intercept the light, you allowed yourself a few moments to adjust to your surroundings.

You fell asleep on your bed. You had, hadn’t you? But- your eyes were squinted even as you slowly opened them- you weren’t in your apartment anymore. Nor were you anywhere near your city- you would have remembered seeing these-

You paused, taking in the appearance of the strange trees. You’d never seen it before in your life, which, what the hell? Where the hell were you then?

You… should have been feeling panicked. You should have, shouldn’t you? Here you were in an absolutely unknown and strange place. Anyone would panic.

But your head felt stuffed instead, as though there was a fog inside and you were straining to see through it.

You shakily got up on your knees, noting distantly that you were still dressed in what you’d originally slept in- a a huge t-shirt and a pair of shorts. Your slippers were also on your feet- that was good, right? Not the fact that you weren’t dressed for the outdoors, but the fact that you hadn’t been changed out of your clothes by- whoever had brought you where the hell you were.

Your legs were unsteady as you walked over to a nearby pond. When you looked over- you felt a steady sort of relief as you realized it was still you in all your… glory-ish. Nothing had changed, or was changed about you. But that didn’t answer the question- where the hell were you, and how had you gotten here? Nothing was out of place with you, and you couldn’t remember anything…

You turned around and nearly fell back into the water as you met the eyes of- something.

Something, because your mind had to have been playing tricks on you. There was no way you were seeing a small- human. Ish? Human-ish? With a pair of- what kind of wings were those? They couldn’t have been butterfly wings, and they were too little for any other type. Actually, the initial thought probably should have been why there were little wings attached to tiny humans. Wait. But they had pointed ears. They couldn’t have been human, could they?

“Wha…”

You couldn’t help just staring at it, confused. Thankfully enough though, the small creature also seemed to be quite confused as well, looking back at you with a tilted gaze. You hesitated, then slowly stepped back- and then you let out a cry of pain.

What seemed to be adorable as much as confusing it was before turned to now be a fucking menace and a terror in one as, with a raise of its arms, the soft grass from before shot up and pulled you harshly to the ground. You let out a wheeze as one of the grass vines wrapped itself around your waist, another around your arms- its hold on you firm, then squeezing tighter and tighter.

No no no no no, you had to get up- you could feel the rocks digging into your back, a light, malicious giggling coming off from the creature from before, and, more than a feeling, knew that if you didn’t do anything then, you were dead. You weren’t- you weren’t dreaming, a part of you knew that from the start, but this only reinforced it- you would actually die.

Fuck this shit, you thought, and with a fierce, concentrated kick with your legs, you hastily pulled yourself from the grass ropes, your heart beating in your chest as you frantically began running away from whatever you encountered. You didn’t know which direction you were running off to, and you didn’t care- your main priority being to set distance between the two of you. It proved to be right, as you could hear the slither of grass as it furiously nipped at your heels, trying to cage you in- shrieks and maniacal giggles echoing behind you.

What the fuck, you chanted in your head. What the fuck, what the fuck, what the fuck.

You almost screamed as you tripped, although you were able to recover your bearings just as quick. The world around you seemed to blur, the only action your body had to run, when you saw- him. A young man sitting on a horse, riding towards you. A part of you noticed his strange clothes- the way his hair framed his face in locks that made him more handsome than anyone you’d ever known, the plump lips and angled nose- but the main part of you was focused on having someone possible save you. You screamed.

“Help!”

“Grab my hand!” He yelled, the horse immediately stopping in its tracks with a cloud of dust rising behind it. You didn’t hesitate, taking his offered hand. It only took a second for you to be smoothly swung onto the horse’s back, and with a sharp move of his legs the horse turned around, galloping fast away.

But not fast enough. You stared in horror and fear as the grass seemed to move even faster, as though the creature was a snake instead of whatever it had been. Even the trees seemed to come alive, branches shaking slightly in a deliberate manner. You turned around to warn your companion, when he muttered something that barely registered in your ears.

“Of all the places to appear…”

“I think it’s still following us!” You cried out, letting out a sharp squeak as you ducked, one blade of grass almost wrapping itself around your neck.

Your companion let out a sharp scoff. “Well, what do you expect, you’re a practically a chasm of magic.”

Your eyes widened. “Magic? What do you- ah!” You screamed again as you faced another near miss. As the horse jumped over a tree root, you instinctively held on to him, your fingers finding purchase in his shirt before you turned to face him with a bewildered gaze. “What do you mean by that, magic isn’t- your ears!?”

You gaped at the pointed cartilages, unsure what to say. The disbelief in your companion’s voice however, was palpable. “Did you just realize you were talking to an elf?”

“You’re an elf!?”

“Of course I am!” He hissed out, before groaning. “I can’t believe it- the only hope we have, and she turns out to be useless.”

“I wouldn’t say I’m useless, as much as I don’t fucking know what’s going on,“ you shot back, annoyed and frustrated. “Well, not much other than that we’re getting chased by fucking murderous fairies.”

“Pixies.”

“What?”

You couldn’t see him, but you could feel the irritation thick in his voice. “Look at their color and size- that’s a fae born from corrupted magic. Meaning, it’s a pixie, not a fairy.”

This time it was your turn to be in disbelief. “Oh god, you’re actually serious.”

“If anything, you’re the one being utterly ridiculous right now,” he muttered, before sharply yelling, “Duck!”

You reflexively obeyed, narrowly avoiding a- was that a tree branch!?

“Isn’t there anything you can do to stop them!?” You screamed, even more terrified now than before.

However this time it seemed that your companion was focused on your escape, or rather to ignore you- you weren’t sure. You shivered, your hold on his shirt tightening even more as a sharp wave of faint panic rose up in you.

“Oh god, I’m going to die and it’s going to be by pixies, of all things, in a dream I don’t even know about,“ you whimpered.

You squeaked as you felt a change in your surroundings- looking around in surprise as you realized the grassy plains were making way for dirt roads and stone pavements. When you looked to the side, you were no more terrified than to see people milling around, faces set into fear or confusion.

“We’re approaching the city!?”

The horse stopped quite smoothly, despite the tremble in its body- you almost fell off as your companion descended, though he pulled you off and behind him afterwards.

You trembled. What else were you supposed to do? You didn’t even- nothing had been making sense for you since you woke up. A part of you wanted to ask him what the hell he was thinking, stopping, when the- pixie arrived.

“There’s nowhere to run- oh god,” you choked out, freezing as you heard it’s giggling.

“I don’t think a god will help us now,“ he muttered, plump lips twisting into a scowl. “Stay there if you want to live.”

The giggling grew louder- you flinched as you felt something manifest in the air, before you noticed them- long, tendrils of vine from the forest, creeping up into shapes behind the pixie. You stared at it in horror- only to gape as your companion pulled out the bow he was carrying, drawing it back and shooting arrows- some at the vines, but mostly for the pixie it seemed.

A vine coming for you overhead quickly found itself pierced apart, and the others dealt with in a similar manner- even as you stood there, initially frozen in fear, you eventually began to look around, hoping for a solution to stop the- the pixie.

But, the thought trailed in your mind. What were you supposed to do? You didn’t even know a single thing waking up here- you still didn’t understand what was going on.

But then you heard the heavy thump of something getting hit- and the accompanying cry of pain from him, even if it was quickly muffled-

You looked back at him, noticing the vines slowly overpowering him as he became slower and more sluggish, one in particular aiming for his unprotected back-

You ran forward without thinking. He’s going to die, you thought- you had to do something.

“Stop!” You cried out, desperate- please, you thought. Anything, just to stop it. As your hand touched- something, something that you couldn’t figure out, just something, you felt it. Something hot and heavy, something tainted and dark flowing into your hands, before a fierce warmth came from you, overpowering it, and you opened your eyes-

A flash of light- an overwhelming, searing light- covered you, blocking all other senses and leaving you feeling as though you were floating on air- and then, silence.

When you opened your eyes, it was to the shocked expressions of not only the populace, but the minute widening of your companion’s eyes. You froze, confused and dazed.

What had just happened…?

“You…”

When you glanced down, you saw a crater leading away on the ground- and at the end of it, the faint shimmer of wings, though not badly mangled. The pixie. Too little to fully see, but a part of you just knew they would not be getting up again, for a long time at least.

… Had you… done that…?

When you slowly looked around once more, it was to the chatter, the excited voices, the rising fervent pitch of the crowd. Faintly you felt your hands touch your heart- beating loud and fast, almost too much- everything was too much-

“The Savior has arrived! Praise be the gods!”

The cheering broke out- and your consciousness fell away.

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[totallyimagines]

Ferid Bathory Nsfw Alphabet

A-Z nsfw alphabet, Essay

You know what your signing up for if you tap that keep reading button, no warnings needed then.

A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)

He’s amazing at it. He’ll run you a bath or get anything you need. He doesn’t mind being sweaty though, so if you don’t want to move after sex- that’s ok because he’ll definitely be the type to just cuddle you after. Or praise you on how well you were doing. (doubt he gets any sleep, you’ll always wake up to him staring at you, one way or another. Or maybe you’ll wake up to him not there but you never get to see him sleep.) if your on punishment though, no aftercare. Here’s a win-win situation.

B = Body part (Their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

Maybe his hands, tounge, or fangs will do. He can’t choose so those are his top three. Maybe because all three get some type of reaction out of you. For you, it’s probably your blood or neck. Well, it’s something that he can chew on and still get a reaction out of you from doing something he ‘loves’. Your collarbones are probably littered in love bites and his special bites.

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically… I’m a disgusting person)

Cums anywhere that’s part of you, he just like the thought of claiming you as his own- just like that. He’ll hate for it to go to waste. The thought of claiming you his, always comes to mind when he sees his cum all over you.

D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

He’s probably sniffed your underwear at least, once. Your scent is on them and drives him wild so yeah he’s probably going to do that. Also, he wants to do it when your on your cycle. Now that, won’t stay a dirty secret for long because it’ll eventually just happen. Face sitting too, that WILL NEVER STAY A DIRTY SECRET. Because he’ll definitely just say it out bluntly and then if you agree to it- there you go.

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

He’s pretty experienced, he’s been around for a while now. What do you expect? He’s probably lured, hundreds of people towards him. And gave them that Chick-fil-A combo but nothing compared what he has planned for you. He also never tells you how many lovers he’s had in the past and it leaves you more than curious. But doubt, he’ll ever tell you no matter how much you beg and plead.

F = Favorite Position (This goes without saying. Will probably include a visual)

Probably missionary because of how intimate it is and also because he gets to see your reactions. Also because of the neck biting, he’ll never be able to get over that. He can also here all the small praises spilling from your mouth, like he doesn’t have advanced hearing- ahahah. Besides that, doggie and probably you riding him. It seems to make him a little more cocky when you try to play the dom. Don’t get ahead of yourself now, he’s still the dom but try. He’ll let you have your moment, it probably won’t last long but you’ll definitely get it.

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)

Hard to explain, he’s not laughing with you- he’s laughing at you. He’ll make little jokes here and there, but they are for him. Not for you. But other than that, he’s intimate but kind of not. Like I mentioned, he can say anything he wants and it stills turns you on because he seems to be talking to you or himself but either way you can’t seem to focus. So, it’s just a bunch of sexy mess going on. Other than that, he would probably say some things that would make you laugh but only make you more aroused on how he’s saying them. Yeah, it’s confusing.

H = Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)

Nope, presentation. Like I said, he may have lured some people into getting what he wants. So, no he doesn’t have any hair and your not even sure if it grows down there. You have to at least be trimmed down there, I’m not sure he would mind the hair but if he’s going to eat you out, at least be trimmed. Although, other than that- your okay.

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…)

Lets see here, he can be intimate when he wants to be. When he’s focusing on your pleasure, he can be more than focused but when it comes to his...he really can care less. Especially if he’s punishing you, he’ll probably just use his fingers and talk the whole time because that’s what he does. Probably just smirk as he’s doing this too, not really caring what you say.

J = Jack off (Masturbation headcanon)

As if. Not sure that this man would jack off. Especially if he has you, he can literally ask you to fulfill each other’s sexual desires and needs. Seriously though, he’s busy as it is and I doubt vampires think much about sexual pleasure. It doesn’t really ‘satisfy’ them as much. Blood does the trick, of course. Or their fangs but then again nothing really humanly but doesn’t mean that can’t get pleasure from it.

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

Biting kink, we already he had this before he knew he had this. It’s something that turns him own so of course he’ll do it. Blood play too, not much of it though if you dislike it. Worshiping or praising kink, it’s just another way of expressing or maybe just to tease you. But other than that, he’s pretty experimentve, he’s a really kink guy so he’s willing to learn and try out new things. Maybe a Size kink as well, he likes the size difference between you too. Doubt he would try something that you dislike. Well that’s if it’s not something that’s going to hurt you- physically. (Ahahaha, just kidding- he probably won’t ever spare you after he’s done)Maybe some mirror sex, too. He seems to get off at your submissive and ashamed side but if it’s too much- he won’t do it as much.

L = Location (Favourite places to do the do)

Anywhere in the manor, the risk of you two getting caught also turns him on. I’m pretty sure you’ve done it in every room of the manor, maybe being loud or not- either way. If You can get caught, he’s in. He’ll probably tease you in public too, maybe because he’s leaving today to go on a mission and he’s not going to be there to satisfy your needs. So, of course- he’ll tease and come back and don’t tell him you’ve already satisfied yourself. Which I’m pretty sure he’ll know- he can probably smell it. So no use lying now, is there? He probably will leave you hanging, which- like it or not, kind of pisses you off but then again sometimes he could care less. Cocky man here. Maybe shower sex too, or bath- which ever one. Less of a mess, so it’s actually better well that’s until water gets on the floor.

M = Motivation

You leaving him thirsty, especially in public. He doesn’t know what to do when you tease him in public, how did you turn on that quick. This was probably result in some harsh punishment but who wouldn’t, it just makes him more of the DOM. But other than that, motivation can come from anything. It can come from your blood, you simply doing something ‘humanly’ or you just being submissive/cute in general. Keep in mind, if your living with him- your living with a lot of thirsty vampires. So, then again it doesn’t really help your situation if someone like ‘another vampire’ wants you, which Ferid wouldn’t allow because your his. So his motivation can actually come from anywhere, especially you being cocky. This can be counted as a turn on because he’ll definitely be waiting for you. Or he’ll just sit back and watch you in amusement until you cross the line then he has to put you back in your place.

N = No (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Share you, with all these hungry vampires in this manor. Never. He hates the thought of someone even looking at you the wrong way. And if you want to have something like that, he won’t agree with you at all. He honestly just doesn’t like sharing but doesn’t mean it can’t happen. He wouldn’t share you with someone he’s not ‘close’ with. So, it’s possible but it’ll take a lot of convincing for him maybe not as much as the other person but lots of convincing. Anything that would hurt you like really bad, he doesn’t really take it as far as where all you feel is pain and no pleasure.

O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)

He prefers giving and not receiving, he doesn’t find much pleasure in receiving so he’d rather give. Any boy oh boy, does he work wonders between those legs of yours. You’ll be pretty much overstimulated and unable to think at any point where he’s between your legs. Very skilled at this, he deserves a Oscar because of how good he is. So, be expecting lots of receiving from this man.

P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)

Fast and can be slow. But he’s more of a rough and fast person because that’s just him. He can be more than romantic though, so if you want slow and gentle. He can do that. (Also this is probably what he does to most people-) maybe he builds up to bite them. Because biting you will happen in slow or fast sex. It’ll probably happen more in slow, because it just adds to the pleasure and he just gets to feed. Yeah, that’s probably all he’s living for during intimate-slow sex.

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)

Doubt that he’ll do this a lot, why do that when he’s got all the time in the world and when he’s practically- Da boss. So that’s a maybe on his part, prefers intimate and maybe long drawn out sex. But that can happen anywhere, maybe that’s why you guys took so long in the bathroom-

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

Yes. Your speaking to a man who can jump on buildings and stop swords and throw people. But anyways, risk is definitely in his category-. Like I’ve mentioned, anywhere in the manor and probably outside the manor too. It just makes the risk better and it adds to his ego. Especially if your afraid to get caught with him, he’ll just tease you for it. And if he wants to, he always points to the nearest building for you guys to do it in. Well, that can be aided if it’s just the two of you on a mission. So nothing to worry about there, but yes risk he can do. Because he really doesn’t have any shame.

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…)

Lots of it, well according to this long ass eassy about Ferid Bathory. We can tell just by looking at him, he’s going to have some stamina. Although, I’m pretty sure every vampire has more speed than an usual human. I mean, they are advanced in every way so makes sense for him to have tons of stamina storaged. He won’t use all of it on you though because your just a mere human and you’ll probably more than likely pass out. Probably can last 3 or more rounds if you ask me. So, he’s probably just going to go for one or two rounds for you.

T = Toys (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

Fang buzzer, my kind fellow. Vibarator, Ferid. It’s a vibrator. He’s actually kind of new to toys so no biggie there. He’ll probably just use them for self amusement, watching how much you squirm, just from a little ‘vibrator’. He’ll also play with the buttons while it’s between your legs and you’ll be feeling all types of things. No seriously, you’ll be overstimulated from a Vibrator, probably the last thing you want to be overstimulated by. I mean, it’s Ferid controlling it so that counts. Maybe a dildo, but would be a little offended by you hiding it from him. And would ask what you use it for. Explaining toys to him would be awkward, I mean explaining toys to anyone would just be awkward. So, please be open with this man. Though, he wouldn’t even try and use the dildo often. He probably try it on you once and say he can do better.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

More than Unfair, you wouldn’t be able to get a break at all and your face is what makes him want to tease you more. He’ll just be unfair by not satisfying your requests or denying to let you cum- multiple times. He’ll just give you a fancy grin at how irratated you get sometimes but would still push you at some point. Even if your in a bad mood today, he can still find some button to push on you, that’s makes you just-wanna-

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)

Depends on what your doing to him, I’ve mentioned, once again, that he doesn’t find much pleasure in ‘humanly’ pleasure. So as a human, you might have to find how to make him moan. Well, that isn’t so hard is it- well is it? You just have to find a few spots to make him moan, nothing difficult. How about his neck, don’t be shy bite him. It just makes him feel good like it would go you or any other human being. He probably has a sweet spot, but it’ll take a while to find it. Pull on his fangs, or lick them. Just do something to those fangs. He probably just really feels something when it comes to those, because he’ll slightly moan whenever you touch them. That’s probably the most your getting out of him, because he doesn’t want you to discover anymore.

W = Wild card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)

Watches you sleep, like all night. Well, that’s if he didn’t get up and leave. I don’t think he needs sleep, but also does it because he wants to at least ‘feel’ human. But then again, doesn’t want to be one. So, you’ll probably wake up In the middle of the night sometimes with red eyes glowing back at you. Which will probably freak you out but when you realize it’s just Ferid and not some ‘demon or other person in your room’. Your all cool again.

X = X-ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words)

He’s packing and yes we all know you want some. Although, would he let you get some?(doesn’t have much to put here- *red alert*)

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

He doesn’t really have a high sex drive but I’m certain you’ll wake up in his bed most of the week, thinking about how the hell did you get here? And what the hell happened last night? Doubt he’ll tell you but ok, nothing suspicious. Even when he’s with you, his sex drive only went up a tiny bit. He’s more of just a tease and if you are horny, he’ll actually only focus on your pleasure. He probably won’t take of any of his clothes though, so foreplay only- probably:/

Z = Zzz (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Nope, you won’t be able to see this man go to sleep before you do. It’s rare to wake up before him though, well that’s if he even does go to sleep. So catching him sleeping right after sex, isn’t possible.

#ferid bathory x reader #ferid bathory

[burnedbyshoto]

Trust

Kinktober Day 25 ~ kink: mindcontrol (and more)

pairing: shinsou hitoshi x fem!reader

warning: smut, cursing

word count: 3,745

a/n: this is a whole mess but we love it anyways. thanks to @itsmeurchair for giving me the idea to make shinsou under the mindcontrol, I was writing it and was like... wait fuck how is this gonna work, but I got it anywas AHAHAH enjoy lovelies!!!!!

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Trust.

Confidence.

Faith.

Conviction.

Love.

These words were important to your relationships. It kept you happy, they kept you safe.

Shinsou’s lips pressing softly against yours, his hands caressing your cheeks. His kisses were peppering against your lips, so light, soft and loving.

Your hands pressed against his warm hands, your smile wide as he mumbled to you about his day. His hard and laborious day.

You concentrated on his words, figuring out very fast that it hadn’t really been a long day. No, in fact, he probably had a lot of fun today! He had Kaminari and Kirishima working on an open case with him today. It was nothing strenuous, or potentially newsworthy. Only that their happy attitudes had left the poor man drained by the end of their second hour together.

“For someone miserable all day,” You giggle as his purple locks swept against your forehead. “You seem pretty eager now.”

Shinsou pulls away, a smirk on his face as his fingers stroke soft motions into your cheek. “I have no idea what you’re talking about.” He drawls out, his face coming in again to press a kiss to your forehead before he moves away from you.

You shift in the kitchen chair as Shinsou walks towards the refrigerator. Grabbing a cup, he fills it with water. Your hands brushed away a few strands of hair that fell into your eyes. Your eyes trained on his flexing arm as he drank away.

“Why don’t you go take a shower, love?” You suggest, your chin resting in your palm as Shinsou pulls the lip of the cup away from his mouth. “We can have a quiet night in?”

Shinsou’s tired eyes look at you, they close slightly as he smiles, his head nodding. “I think that sounds amazing. Want to order some udon soup from the noodle shop?”

You nod your head in agreement as he walks over, hands in his pockets. You watch as your boyfriend leans in close, his mouth centimeters from yours.

“Unless,” Shinsou ponders, his eyes teasing. “You want to join me in my shower.”

Your face resists a smile as you roll your eyes, shoving his face away you scoff, “Sorry. I’m saving myself for someone.” You scoff as Shinsou laughs.

“Alright, alright.” He says walking away, a whistle on his tongue as he slinks off into the hallway towards the bathroom.

Pulling out your phone, you smile as you call your local noodle shop.

“Hi, can I please place an order for two udon noodles?”

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You walked back into the house and were very surprised to still hear that the shower was still on. Not wanting to let the soup run cold you placed the bowls into the microwave for short keeping. You closed it and walked to your bedroom, and collapsed onto the bed.

Your eyes locked on your phone as you aimlessly scrolled through social media. Liking pictures and commenting as you go. Finally, the water turned off, and your eyes looked at the door expectantly. You wondered what pajamas he was going to be wearing.

Shinsou had a habit of changing in the restroom right out of the shower. A habit that implemented during U.A. and had yet to die hard.

What you didn’t expect was for the door to open.

Shinsou walking out with nothing but your cream-colored towel around his waist. Drops of water sliding down his toned and scarred chest stopping your breathing. His purple hair wet and no longer constricted to the hair gel he was so vehement in putting it. It was low, fluffy, and always made you blush.

Today was no different as his eyes found yours.

You could read Shinsou like a book. It was a strong skill of yours and you were proud of it. He was sort of shocked to find you there on the bed, his cheeks tinged pink as he smiled awkwardly.

“Hey, sexy.” You call and wink. Shinsou rolls his eyes and smiles as he walks over to you, and all you can do is watch as his towel-clad body bends over you.

“Hi.” Shinsou breathes his lips ghosting over yours. “I wasn’t expecting you to be here.”

“Oh, really?” You laugh as you press up to meet his lips. “Considering your state of affairs, I have to call bullshit.”

Your grin as Shinsou pinched your sides, a disapproving look on his face as you lean up to kiss him again.

Shinsou’s lips are frozen against yours, but it will take a lot more to discourage you. Your fingers tangle in his damp hair, your chest brushing against his as your draw him nearer. His hand comes to rest right below your ribs, supporting you as your lips danced against his.

He soon kisses you back.

His lips soft and smooth over your own, his fingers tight and grasping at your clothed skin. He feels so warm you believe that there’s steam seeping from his skin. The water droplets falling against your body. But you don’t care, you didn’t care. You can only think of his Shinsou, the way he feels against you, the way his hair lands on your forehead.

The towel around his waist teases your leg as your crawl back, allowing Shinsou further onto the bed.

Your eyes flutter open to look at his face. His eyes closed, a dreamlike expression on his face as you tear away from his lips. Your lips trail delicate kisses along his jawline and all the way down his neck. Shinsou does not fight you as you roll the two of you over. Your legs straddling his wet torso as a soft whine leaves his lips.

You pull away, a grin on your face as you chuckle, “Is everything okay?” You ask your fingers running through his bangs, and Shinsou sighs as you play with his hair.

“Do you want to try something new?” He asks you, his tone hesitant, but his eyes tell you he’s had it in mind for a while now.

“If you’re suggesting food kink, that’s going to be a hard no from me,” You shake your head. “I don’t like my food touching people’s bodies, like why is that even a--mmph?!”

Your eyes widen as Shinsou covers your mouth with his hand, his eyes amused as he shakes his head. “You didn’t let me explain, dumbass.”

“Hey! I am not being--” You froze as you feel the effects of his quirk overcome you. As Shinsou trained his quirk he was able to allow people to live what they were doing under his quirk. Should it be necessary of course, and well, you two had definitely tried it out in bed before.

So this was not new.

While you cursed him off internally, you watched paralyzed as he took your hand in his, “Can you use your quirk on me?” He asks, his request is hesitant. “I… well, being brainwashed just seems so nonsensical, and I just really want to experience it. Plus, if you’re planning on fucking me anyways tonight, might as well test it out.”

Oh, that was new.

Your quirk was rather simple and handy at times too. Your quirk was called Reflection. You could send back out any quirk that was placed onto you. It was helpful for quirks such as Shinsou’s, but was, for the most part, useless if the person at large was someone like Midoriya.

Shinsou’s lifts his quirk on you, and you blink rapidly staring at him confused.

“How would that work?” You ask your eyes wide. “I get what you want, but you’re only going to be able to give yourself one command and that’s all you’re going to get! I can’t control you after the first request.”

Shinsou shrugs, his hands trailing up and down your side. “I know there are a lot of… technicalities to work out, but it doesn’t hurt to try.”

Well, he wasn’t wrong, per se. But could you really handle your boyfriend using you to use himself? Oh lord, this was so confusing already…

“I’ll try it,” You cave, your eyes worried as you press a kiss to his forehead. “But if this is weird, we’re never doing this again! I don’t mind you using it on me, but that’s because you can do the most with it! What are you going to say, ‘fuck me like no one else in the world had.”

“Oh, that’s what I was going to say.”

“‘Toshi!”

Shinsou barks in laughter as he shakes his head, “No, no, I have something in mind.”

You blink and your head nods.

“Well, to be fair, I have no idea if it’s actually going to work, but if it doesn’t work it doesn’t work.”

You watch as Shinsou adjusts under you, his chest rising and falling as he nods his head, “Okay, ready?”

You nod your head, activating your quirk. But you are unsure if this truly was going to work out the way Shinsou wanted it to.

“Listen to whatever y/n says.”

You watch as Shinsou’s eyes go hazy. They’re no longer focused, creepily spaced out. Your finger pokes his nose softly as if he really was not under command.

“Shake your right foot?” You whisper, your heart hammering. This absolute power making your skin itch in the weirdest and best ways. You watch from over your shoulder as his foot moves, and you giggle. Was this really happening?! “Stop.” 

He stops.

You watch in mirth as your hands reach for your clothes. You are hyperaware of the fact that you can feel your boyfriend staring at everything you were doing. Yet his hands can only remain by his side. Frozen and stiff.

Trust.

Only a man who trusted you like none other would ever allow you this much power over one’s autonomy. The simple thought sending fire to your lower belly.

“We really should have tried this out earlier,” You sigh into his ear. Lips kissing him gently right where his jawline sat. You knew how delicious it felt to be kissed in this state. The overwhelming neediness that you never knew you had until you weren’t allowed to do anything.

You sigh as you remove your bra. Your breasts falling free and the stress of wearing the bra releasing immediately.

“My boobs really hurt, massage them for me?”

Shinsou’s hands immediately fall onto your tender and sore flesh. His fingers pulling and rubbing against the tired skin as your head drops in content. “Such a sweet and obedient boy,” You snicker as your head tips to the side. Your body very much enjoying this.

You shift against his body. Your crotch pressing against his own waist where his cock was already hard.

“Grind onto me.”

Sputtering gasps leave your lips as he grinds his hard cock against your aroused sex. The feeling of the towel’s fabric against the thin material of your shorts was exhilarating. Shinsou’s hands continue massaging your breasts. Although now he is partially leaning up to reach your body.

Your hips grind back against his, your smile growing as you feel his cock twitch. “Already so aroused for me and we’ve barely begun.” You tease your hips rotating against his crotch. “Go harder, I know you need it.”

Shinsou’s hips grind into your harder and your smile grows as it almost feels as if he was not under your control. It felt as if it was really happening. He better fucking appreciate you for this later!

“Such a good baby,” You moan. The stimulating pressure against your clit was overwhelming. This power you had was too much. It made you feel as if you were drunk as if you were playing god. “Do you want my pretty pussy around your thick cock? I’m sure you do… but I’m not ready to let you in just that quickly. Stop moving.”

Shinsou’s body freezes against you. His hips at an awkward angle, his finger digging slightly into your breasts.

“Relax,” You coo. As he lets go of you, you roll off of him. “Watch me.”

Shinsou’s body adjusts accordingly so that his eyes are on you. Your eyes watch him with a smile. “Your eyes will not leave me for the rest of the night.”

You wiggle off your shorts, sighing in relief as the cool air of the room hits your heated cunt. You nestle into the pillows, your naked body revealed for him to see. You look at him with bedroom eyes, taking glee in the fact that all he can do is watch.

“Make me come around your fingers.”

You watch as Shinsou sits up, and shuffles over to you. The towel around his waist slipping off and he reveals his glorious cock to you. You sigh at the sight, but you immediately forget about it as soon as his fingers slide into your wet cunt.

Gasps resonate from your lips, your hips shaking around his moving fingers.

In and out they thrust.

In and out.

In.

And.

Out.

Shinsou isn’t a gentle lover, but he is not one to start off rough. But with no mental restriction, his fingers were merciless in their speed and force.

“Fuck!” You shout, your hips twisting against his fingers. “Curl your fingers inside of me, baby.”

Without hesitation, his fingers curl.

It spreads out your inner walls, stretching you out as your head falls back into the pillow.

You can feel Shinsou’s steady breathing against your now soaked cunt. Your whines and moans going what seems to be unnoticed by Shinsou. His fingers tremble within you, and you let out a gasping laugh. “No!” You laugh as your fingers go and touch your cunt. “You wanted this, and now you’re getting it.”

His nails drag against your inner wall and you cry out at the sensation. The rippling waves of pleasure crashing through your body at the new feeling. “G-Go faster!” You pant, your hips bucking against his fingers at a desperate speed.

His fingering only increases in power and speed, your back arching off the pillows as you sob in pleasure. Your finger rubs quicker and faster circles against your clit. Fire burning further within you. The coil within you winding faster and faster.

“Yes, baby, yes.” You praise, your hips snapping faster and faster.

The sopping sounds of his finger thrusting into your pussy sends your legs thrashing. One kick nails Shinsou in the thigh, your jaw dropping as you moan. The waves of pleasure finally overcome you. Your orgasm washing over you as Shinsou’s fingers continue slamming into you.

“Stop!” You gasp, your hand coming off your stimulated clit. But Shinsou doesn’t stop. Your eyes are wide as you snap your attention back onto your boyfriend who stares up into your face. A devious smirk on his face. “‘Toshi--”

You feel your body fuzz over, locking and relaxing all in one.

“I can see why using my quirk during sex is fun, but I think I prefer using it on you,” Shinsou mutters. “Now, suck my dick.”

Your body moves without you thinking, and you can only zone in on his leaking cock as your mouth surrounds it.

As soon as your lips wrap around his length, he twitches within your mouth. Shinsou’s fingers gently picking your hair into a faux-ponytail as your mouth takes him all in. You were a tease in bed, hell the two of you were, and you felt yourself gagging softly as he bottomed out in your throat. His wide cock stretching out your throat uncomfortably. The stinging of the restricted airway burning you.

Your head pulled off before slowly lowering again. Shinsou’s praises hitting your ears as you felt your pussy clench.

“Faster, slut.” Shinsou moans at your slow pace, and you feel your pace increasing. Again you take his full length in. Your head moves almost robotically. You're moving up and down his shaft, with speeds you never dared to reach on your own.

Gags tumble out of your mouth, but Shinsou seems to thoroughly enjoy it.

“Even under mind control you’re gagging against daddy’s cock.” Shinsou snickers, but the groan that leaves his lips undermines his words. “God, you’re so fucking good at this.”

As hazy as you feel, the fire within your core is aflame again. Burning bright as his cock slams against the back of your throat. It was enough to knock you from his control.

Your fingers seize his length, and Shinsou twitches underneath you not expecting this. Your hands grasp where the base of his cock is, and you hum against his length.

“How long have you been snapped out of it.” Shinsou grunts, his face scrunching with painful pleasure.

You’re not dumb though, resorting instead to pinch his thigh as you hollow out your cheeks. Your tongue tracing against the bulging vein on the front of his cock.

“Shit!” Shinsou curses as you sink further down his length. Your throat purposefully restricting around him. It’s all it takes it seems, and Shinsou comes hard. His seed shooting down your throat as you swallow. His load plenty in your mouth as you pull away, your hand rubbing your lips as you stare at him. The salty-sweet cum still on your tongue as you shove his shoulders.

“I’m going to ride you,” You warn as your hand grabs his softening cock. “You’re going to listen to everything I have to command even without your quirk, do you understand?” You hiss as you straddle his thighs. You glance back to rub his cock against your slick slit. A low groan from Shinsou’s chest making you look back at him.

You frown as you lean in closer. “I said,” you fingers grab his soft hair, “do you understand.”

Shinsou stares at you, his eyes wide and lips partially opened.

“Yes.”

A proud smirk overcomes your features as you press down, your lips pressing against his. “Good.”

With that you sink onto his cock, a low hiss escaping your clenched teeth as you bottom out on him. Shinsou’s head snapped back, his eyes scrunched together as his fingers dig into your sides.

Your hips move towards the side and Shinsou’s hips buck.

You take this as an initiative to move faster.

However, it seems to be too much even for you.

Your back arches, your whines overcome by his own moans as you adjust to the penetration. Shinsou’s cock stretches you out in wondrous ways. God, he was so fucking thick.

“Fuck me, hard.” You say, your hips rolling out in a circle as your fingers drag down his chest. Shinsou doesn’t wait for you to get more comfortable. Doing as commanded as his hips begin hammering into you.

You feel stupendously overwhelmed. His moving hips intoxicating to you, the way his brows were set into a steep line makes your legs tremble. His hands grabbing your ass and breasts, always alternating, never forgetting to give each attention. Shinsou making sure to give you the attention he wanted to give you, that you commanded him. His fingers feel almost shocking to you. His physical tough so nerve pulsing the moans pour out of your mouth. The vibrations from his own moans are felt on your hands that still rest on his chest.

His hips slamming his cock in and out of you. His girth making you tremble on top of his lap. It didn’t matter how many times you’ve fucked him like this. Deep and fast penetration was always too much. It always was an indescribable feeling of his entering and exiting cock.

It was too much.

Your hands go from his chest to behind you, fondling with his balls. “You’re fucking me so good baby, you’re so great.” You encourage, your face screwed up as your hips come in junction with his every time. “Fuck me even deeper, don’t stop!.”

His body is suddenly flushed against yours, your back pressed into the mattress as he hoists your on leg on his shoulder. The angle is deeper, and he doesn’t stop, yet you wanted more. You craved for more. The walls of your pussy clenching in the future arrival of your orgasm.

“You’re so fucking amazing!” Shinsou curses as he leans forward to capture your mouth. His lips trailing down your neck as he presses you further into the mattress again. The headboard begins striking against the wall. The bed creaking as you begin thrusting up and down his length. Your eyes clamped shut as he presses you even harder against the mattress. Your air almost restricted as you cry out in pleasure.

“Faster! Please, faster!” You cry and his hips increase their ramming into you. Your hips meeting his again and again.

“‘Toshi!!” You shriek as his fingers pinch your clit. You shudder against his hold, sparks flowing through your body, and it’s from his touch. “Oh my god, yes! ohmygod…”

“Tell what you want me to give you, sweetheart.” Shinsou snarls against your skin. “I’ll give you anything you want.”

“I need you to make me fucking come!” You wail, your fingers raking against his naked back.

“Come, baby, come.” He growls, and your vision turns white.

You come hard around his cock. His relentless hips pounding into you. He shoves your shoulders into the mattress. The pounding of the bed on the wall intensifies as you convulse under the purple-haired boy. Your lecherous moans driving him as he chases your orgasm.

“Fuck!” He snarls. His face crumbling as he looks at your blazing hot face, your eyes still clenched. Your mouth open and panting. “Shit!” He slammed into you relentlessly, brutally clenching your thighs. Watching you scream for him. Shinsou loved you like this. Screaming for him and with you letting out more overstimulated and raunchy moans. He’d completely lost his control, snapping forward. Letting out a heavy load into your throbbing cunt.

“...you know,” You mutter as Shinsou rests on top of you. His cock still buried within you, your hands rubbing up and down his back. “You have an issue with me being on top, admit it.”

“I just think your tits look so much prettier when I fuck you from atop.”

“You didn’t even let me use your quirk the entire time!”

“I followed your commands!”

“But took me from the top!!”

“Sorry, love, I trust you and everything… but that mind-control thing was the weirdest thing I’ve ever experienced.”

“Wow, break my heart like that, and our udon is probably cold now…”

“...still want to eat it?”

“Yes.”

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[daisylincs]

12 + 80 for Staticquake?

12 = Roommates AU, 80 = Green-Eyed Epiphany 

Ahahah thank you so much, anon, I LOVE green-eyed epiphanies! I was actually hoping someone would send in a prompt like this, so big hugs to you. I hope you enjoy this!! 🤗

Daisy and Lincoln have been roommates for about eight years now, and it shows, in everything - like the way they know each other's routine so well by know that he'll yell "remember to put milk in the coffee maker first" from the shower when he hears her getting up, because he knows she's far too sleepy in the mornings to remember the quirks of their temperamental old coffee machine; and the way she'll leave him a sticky note on his stack of patient files for the day reading pick up Chinese for dinner, yeah? because she knows he'll pass right by that Chinese place they both love on his way back from the hospital; and the way he'll pick up all the socks and stray printouts she'll leave lying around, while she'll be busy fixing him a bowl of Ramen because she knows he'll have forgotten to eat on his shift. 

Daisy could probably have moved out years ago, technically, because her job at Shield Programming pays, like, off-the-books well. 

But she likes living with Lincoln, even though she stopped needing the money long ago. Besides, he's still finishing his residency, and she'd be a sucky roommate for ditching him now. 

She wouldn't mind staying like this for the rest of her life, actually. Jemma would roll her eyes, but Daisy maintains her point: they've got a good thing going here; the kind of steady, unquestioning friendship that can only form after years and years of knowing each other. 

And, you know, living in close proximity to each other for all those years. You stop being awkward around someone after about the fifth time you see them shirtless - after that, things are just good. 

As in, knowing-each-other-so-well-you-can't-imagine-a-life-without-them-in-it good. 

Daisy and Lincoln have so many inside jokes by now that nobody else can keep track of them. They've also picked up the habit of finishing each other's sentences - Daisy blames Fitzsimmons. 

But the best part about this is the blackmail material they have on each other. Like that time Lincoln forgot to do the laundry, and went around wearing her "Golden Girl" T-shirt for the rest of the day. (She has photos.) Or that time when she was having an impromptu singing concert to the tomato sauce in the kitchen, and he recorded it. 

They're so tight that pretty much everyone asks them if they're dating. Daisy and Lincoln are so used to it by now that they even have this whole elaborate story about an epic romance that failed because of dramatic and irreconcilable toaster preferences. 

But, really - them dating? Pffft. Don't be dumb. They just don't think of each other that way. 

They're both dating other people, for crying out loud! 

Well. Technically, they were both dating other people. Daisy and Grant (lying cheating asshole, she thinks automatically) broke up a few months ago, and Lincoln hasn't dated anyone in a while. 

But that's just because he's really busy completing his residency.*

She's sure he'll be bringing a girl around soon enough. 

The thing is, Daisy didn't expect to actually be right. She expected to be going around saying "oh, no, I'm sure Lincoln will find someone soon enough" for a long time yet. 

And it shouldn't, but it really bothers her. 

She didn't okay this new relationship. She didn't okay this girl. She didn't okay any of this! 

In some distant corner of her mind, she knows she's being utterly ridiculous. Lincoln is her roommate, not her dog. She doesn't get to okay this kind of thing in her life. 

But this girl. Oh, dear God, this girl. 

She's the worst - even worse than that Deke guy who keeps mailing her lemons, for some weird reason. 

I mean, she drinks her coffee wrong! All black and without even a drop of sugar. 

And she doesn't like Harry Potter! 

Every little thing she does is just wrong, wrong, wrong, and irritatingly out of place in her and Lincoln's routine. 

Plus, she's really not that pretty. At all. Daisy has eyes, she knows Lincoln can do better. 

When Daisy explains all of this to her, Jemma just gives her a long, flat look. "You're sure you're not jealous?" 

Daisy splutters, nearly spitting out her coffee (with milk and sugar, thank you very much, Alisha.) "Jealous?!?! Why the hell would I be jealous? What gives you that idea? There's nothing about this that says jealousy!" 

"I just think," she says, stirring her coffee, "that Lincoln can do better than that little weasel." 

Jemma's eyebrows fly up, and it looks like she's biting back a smile. "Weasel?" 

"Yes!" Daisy says emphatically, slamming her coffee down on the table. "She's all, that's so cool, Lincoln and your flat is so nice, Lincoln and I worship the ground you walk on, Lincoln. Weaselling. All. Of. The. Time."

"You've met her once," Jemma reminds her, looking more amused than ever now. 

Daisy scowls into her coffee. "That's more than enough, believe me."

 Jemma is wearing her deluxe uh-huh face. "You're sure you're not jealous?" 

Daisy glares at her. Is Jemma being deliberately obtuse? "Of course I'm not jealous! I'm just a concerned friend who knows he can do better." Obviously. 

Jemma mutters something that sounds oddly like what, like you? under her breath, but when Daisy narrows her eyes, she drops it. 

But the subject won't leave Daisy's mind. 

Not her nonexistent jealousy, of course. Don't be daft. 

Alisha. 

How she's ruining everything. 

How she keeps trying to get all of Lincoln’s attention. How she keeps putting stuff out of order in their flat. 

How she’s only been over once, but Daisy can already see that she’s just not right for Lincoln.

Speak of the devil! When she gets home, there's Alisha, sitting in her spot on the couch next to Lincoln. 

Daisy doesn't even think they hear her come in - Alisha's too busy laughing at one of Lincoln's jokes (probably one of those really-not-funny science puns he loves so much, she thinks, glaring) and Lincoln's got his arm slung around her shoulders. 

It makes her blood boil. 

That's her spot, there next to Lincoln. That's her spot, rolling her eyes and punching him lightly in the arm when he makes a dumb joke, not laughing like an idiot. 

That's her spot, not Alisha's. 

She belongs there. She, Daisy Johnson. 

And that's when she realises: she's jealous. 

She's completely, totally jealous. 

Jemma was right. 

(Well, no surprises there.) 

But the point is - she, Daisy Johnson, is completely jealous of her roommate's girlfriend. 

And she's not an idiot. She knows what that means. 

Well, shit. 

Her hands spontaneously unfreeze, and she drops her car-keys onto the floor with a loud clatter. 

Well, double shit. 

She curses under her breath as Lincoln and Alisha whip around, eyes widening at the noise. 

"Hey, guys," she says, in the most casual voice she can muster. Lincoln cannot know something's up - not until she's had the chance to figure out what exactly she's going to do about things.

Lincoln frowns. "Are you okay?" he asks, his blue eyes searching her face. 

Daisy plasters on her most convincing smile. "Of course I am," she says. "I'm just heading to my room now." 

Alisha nods, as though this is perfectly normal, but Lincoln's brow is furrowed. "Are you sure you don't want to stay and watch for a bit with us? You've seen all The Good Place, so I'm sure you could just drop in whenever -" 

"No," she interrupts, so sharply that he looks taken aback. "I mean, no," she says, deliberately softening her tone and adding a small smile. "I've got… stuff to do. Have a nice date. Binge-watch. Make-out session. Whatever." 

She wants to hit herself very hard on the head with a heavy object, repeatedly, because if that's not the most awkward rejoinder in the history of all rejoinders… 

She rushes across to her room, feeling her cheeks blazing, and praying to everyone who's listening that they leave her alone. 

Lincoln follows her, of course. 

"Daisy, you're not okay," he says, standing in her door with folded arms and a deep frown. 

"Get back to your date," she says, just a little hysterical, because honestly, she's just had a big revelation dropped on her head and absolutely no time to sort out how the hell she feels about it all. 

"Uh, no," he says, like it's obvious. "Alisha can wait. You're obviously not alright, and you're my friend, so -" 

Oh, he really shouldn't go about saying things like that. Her head is a total mess as it is - that's just going to make her think that he's implying that she's more important than Alisha. 

That is what he's implying, though, right? 

"Daisy?" he asks, taking a step towards her when she just stands there like an emotionally confused statue. 

She instinctively steps back, and oh, wrong move. 

They're roommates. They've never been shy with physical touch - she's fallen asleep on his shoulder too many times to count, and he's used her legs as a pillow about the same amount. They've held each other for nights on end when the nightmares come, or after breakups, and they hold hands when they can see the other one needs it. They bump shoulders, brush against each other, shove at each other and tug on each other's arms all the time. 

... In retrospect, she's feeling like a prize idiot for not realising she liked him till now. 

But. Anyway. Here she is, shying away from physical touch, which she never does.  

She sees the moment when he goes from "rightfully concerned" to "seriously worried," and it's right at that second. He takes her by the shoulders - gently, so she can still pull away if she wants to - and guides her to sit down on the bed. 

"What's wrong, Dais?" he asks, and his voice is so stupidly sincere she thinks she might lose her mind completely. 

He obviously cares so much. 

But just not in that way. 

"Daisy," he prompts, putting a gentle hand on her cheek to ground her, because he just knows she'll be getting dragged down in her thoughts. 

She’s just about to reply when Alisha yells from the living room, "Linc, are you coming?" 

And she can't be imagining the annoyance that flickers across his face. "Just a moment, Alisha," he says impatiently. "I'm busy." 

They hear a sudden clatter as Alisha stands up sharply. "Really, Lincoln?" she asks, and she's full-on yelling now. "Is Daisy really that much more important than me?" 

She doesn't give him the chance to continue, blazing on with her rant. "Well, I'm sick of it. All you can talk about is Daisy, and how smart and pretty and perfect she is. And you know what? I'm done. She's obviously the only one you'll ever have eyes for, and I'm really not in the mood to be stuck as your second-best for the rest of my life. That's it."

There's a shocked silence in the apartment for a full minute after Alisha slams the door, and her angry footsteps fade down the stairs. 

Daisy and Lincoln gape at each other for a minute, neither of them quite sure what to say. 

Then a thought - a memory that had been niggling at the back of her mind for the entirety of Alisha’s rant - pops up to the surface.

"You know," Daisy says, feeling as though something important has dawned, but not quite sure what it is, "that's exactly what Grant said. He said he cheated on me because, and I quote, he could never be the most important guy in my life." 

"Yeah, well, Grant is an asshole," Lincoln says immediately. 

"And Alisha's a weasel," Daisy counters.

His eyebrows fly up, and he looks so much like Jemma that Daisy wants to laugh. "Weasel?" he repeats. 

Daisy rolls her eyes - but she can't help but notice that Lincoln isn't looking nearly as upset as he should be. 

"Did she have a point?" she asks, dropping all jokery and looking seriously up at him. 

He sighs, running a hand through his hair. "Daisy…" 

"Does everyone have a point?" she interrupts, standing up so she's almost level with him. "Does everyone see something we don't?" 

Lincoln is frowning, obviously not getting it. “I don’t -” 

“Everyone always assumes we’re dating, or says we should be dating,” she cuts him off, quick and sharp. 

She takes a breath, channels May, and says it. "Are they right?" 

Lincoln's hand freezes in his hair. "What?" 

"Are they right?" she repeats, louder this time. 

His mouth drops open a little, and he closes it quickly when he realises. "Well," he says carefully, "we have known each other for eight years, and it’s only to be expected that we’d be close -" 

“I don’t care about what’s to be expected!” she cuts him off sharply. “I care about what’s true. For you, and for me.”

She’s slightly out of breath, and her gaze is locked on his, and she doesn’t think she could look away even if she wanted to.

“Do you think,” she says, “that they’re all right? That we’d work, if we were dating?” 

The question hangs in the air between them for a moment, crackling and intense. 

Then Lincoln answers simply, like it's the only answer there is: "yes." 

Because yes, it is the only answer there is. 

If they were dating, they would work. 

They already know each other better than anyone else in the world, and mean more to each other than, well, anyone else in the world. 

Grant and Alisha were sort of right, she realises. No relationship with anyone else could come close to what she and Lincoln have. 

They’ve always done things together, and she can see him coming to the same conclusions at the exact same time.

His blue eyes are wide as he meets her gaze again. 

“So,” he says slowly, and he sounds uncharacteristically uncertain, “what do we do now?” 

“Well,” Daisy says, just as slowly, but with significantly less uncertainty. She can already feel a grin beginning to tug up the corners of her lips. “You’re the one with the scientific mind, Mr Med Student. If there’s a theory, you need to -” 

“Test it,” he finishes for her, an answering grin playing on his lips. “You want to kiss me?” 

Daisy shrugs one shoulder, trying to ignore the sudden explosion of butterflies in her stomach. “Well,” she says, shifting closer so she’s inside his space, “there’s only one way to confirm this theory once and for all, isn’t there?” 

His gaze is soft as he looks down at her, so soft that she thinks she might melt into a puddle of mush. “I guess so.” 

And then he’s closing the last bit of distance between them, slipping his hand into her hair and gently tilting her head up, and she’s stretching up on her tiptoes and placing her hand on his cheek. 

They share a long, soft look - both of them with smiles still playing on their lips - and then her eyes are fluttering shut, and they’re kissing.

And if she thought she'd had good kisses before? Well. This is like nothing she’s ever experienced before.

She’s always known she and Lincoln work well together, but this is a whole new level. It’s like they were always meant to fit together like this. 

It feels like coming home. 

When they finally have to break apart for breath, Daisy opens her eyes to find Lincoln looking at her with a thoroughly shell-shocked expression. 

She can’t help but grin at the sight. “I think it’s safe to say the theory is proved,” she says, nudging his nose with hers.

He rolls his eyes, but there’s only affection in his gaze. “You think?” 

Daisy pulls back a bit to tilt her head, pretending to seriously consider it. “Actually, no, you know what? I think I’ll need some more proof.” 

He’s shaking his head, eyes full of fond exasperation, but he’s not complaining at all when she presses up on her toes to kiss him again. 

And if some tiny part of her had thought that first kiss was just a fluke... nope, that part was completely wrong. 

This is still the most incredible thing she’s ever felt. 

A sudden thought occurs to Daisy, and she has to stifle a small laugh against his lips. 

He quirks his eyebrows at her, keeping his forehead pressed against hers. "What?" 

"A week or so ago, Jemma was rolling her eyes at me when I said I wanted to be your roommate for the rest of my life," she says. 

Tilting her head, she smiles up at him, with the kind of absolute happiness you can only get in those rare moments when everything is exactly right. "And now," she tells him, "that's exactly what I'm going to be." 

His gaze goes all kinds of soft again. "That's what you think this is going to be? For the rest of our lives?" 

She doesn't even hesitate for a second. "Hell yeah." 

The End. 

*For those of you who, like me, didn't know until now, a residency is the period where someone studying to be a doctor works in a local hospital under supervision. It's a very important part of the whole becoming-a-doctor process, and forms the last 3-4 years of your studies. (Thank you very much to Grace for explaining this to me!! Fic writing has turned out to be ever such an informative process, it's honestly amazing.) 

Anywho, I hope you guys liked this bullet-point fic - it's definitely one of my favourites, and feels like a nice place to end the series. 

#tropes mashup #roommates au #green-eyed epiphany #staticquake #bullet-point fic

[bring-it-all-back-home]

Weeks after the last story I wrote, I decided that it was time to write the rest of the story.

Here it is

Enjoy!

                                               A Trip

A few days after the interview, I got a call from a certain Mr. Hives from the company. He told me they wanted to hire me. He asked me to come the next day at 9:00 A.M.

The next day I wore my best suit, ate breakfast and went to the office. I was a bit nervous.

When I arrived there I went to the reception where they told me where the boss’s office was. Once I found it, I knocked at the door. A voice asked me to enter. There were a few men in the office. Tim was one of them. We looked at each others and nodded. A big large hairless man asked me to sit down. He didn’t introduced himself but I figured he was the boss. He had a thick voice and seemed severe. I was a bit scared but somehow okay because Tim was around. I could rely on him. At least that’s what I thought.

The boss said that I’ll be Mr. Dahl’s secretary. That I had to answer phone calls, make the schedules, etc. He also that sometimes I’ll have to work with Mr. Curry, « because he needs an assistant from time to time. He meets clients, travels a lot, so he needs someone who can takes notes and checks everything is okay ». In my head, it was « wow that’s something ! ». I looked at Tim. He gave me a shy smile.

After signing the contract and everything, I was taken to my desk. On my way there, I was introduced to some colleagues. Everyone seems okay. It was obvious that I had to work immediately. Mr. Dahl showed me the filed to use, things to say on the phone, stuff like that. I started to get really nervous. I was afraid to make a mistake.

The hours went by and everything seemed to be fine until a small incident. A angry client called me.  He was very disappointed with the company. Apparently something went wrong with his order. I stayed as calmed as I could. The guy didn’t stop yelling. I didn’t know what to do or say. While I was one the phone, Tim was walking near my office. I think he heard that there was a problem because he came to my office. « Give me the phone » he said. Then he calmly talked to the angry client. I don’t know how he did it but things went well after all. « I’m sorry, I’m not very good at this » I told him. « No, it’s okay, you did fine » he replied. « Everything is okay so far ?» he asked me. « Well, except this little problem, I think I’m doing okay » I said. « Okay that’s good. By the way, are you okay with working with me ? » he asked. « Yeah it’s fine, don’t worry. » I replied. « Okay good, because the boss asked me to go to Vegas to meet a client and he wants me to take you with me ». He told me. « Wow, already ? When is the meeting ? » I asked. « Hum, it’s this Thursday. We’ll be leaving very early » Tim said. « Are we going there by plane ? I asked. « Yes we do and no, you don’t have to pay for the trip. Everything is taking care of. Well, except that you have to make a reservation in a hotel » he told me. « Ohh okay, well, tell me where is the meeting so that I can choose a hotel right next to it » I suggested. « Right, I’ll let you know all the details very soon » he said. « I have to let you now, I have some stuff to do » Tim said. « Okay, see ya later » I said.

Two days later, Tim gave me all the information I needed for the trip and the meeting. I was a bit anxious to go somewhere with him like that. But I knew we were getting along pretty well so there was nothing to worry about. After I found the hotel where to stay, I started to wonder if I had to take one or two bedrooms. Then I remembered that in hotel you usually have two beds in a room.  I didn’t know if we should stay in the same room or have one for each of us. As I’m kinda careful with money, I decided to take just one bedroom with two beds. I knew I didn’t have to worry about the money but I didn’t want to take advantage of it too much.

We were leaving two days. I didn’t have to take a lot of clothes. On the day of the departure I was happy. Tim let me sit near the window on the plane so I could enjoy the view. Tim slept most of the time. He woke up a bit before we landed. Tim took charge as he found us a taxi for the hotel. He was my superior after all. Which was funny. But he never acted superior with me. He always treated me as his equal.

When we arrived at the hotel, I realized that I had made a mistake. Not a big one though. When the receptionist told Tim that our room was ready for us, Tim was a bit surprised. « Our room ? Aren’t supposed to be two rooms for Curry ? » He told the receptionist. While the guy at the desk checked the information, I told Tim that I reserved only one room with two beds. « Ohh but you know, we’re working together. You’re my assistant, we’re not supposed to share a room together » he said. I was getting really uncomfortable. « I’m sorry Tim, I didn’t know. I thought it was okay, as we both have a bed. And also I didn’t want to be greedy with company » I told him. Tim laughed a bit and gave me a smile. « I see, well you know it’s not a big deal. I’m okay with sharing the room, it’s not really a problem. I was just saying that technically things don’t work that way in the company » he said. Then Tim told the receptionist that we were taking the room anyway.

Vegas was hot.  When we arrived at our room, Tim decided to take a shower. I started to think about our meeting. It was in two hours. While Tim was in the shower, I checked all the documents we needed for the meeting. I was on my laptop when Tim came back from the shower. He only had a towel around his waist. He came to sit on the bed next to me. I was trying to concentrate on the things I was doing. Tim tried to get closer to me. I didn’t know what to do. As I was uncomfortable I  got up from the bed. « I thought we were colleagues and all professionals no ? »I told Tim. « We are but it’s not like we’re strangers, we know each others. And also you’re irresistible. » He said. I smile a bit. « Okay country boy, if you want to have fun, there are plenty of people in the hotel, I’m sure you can find someone » I told him. « But I want to have fun with you » He replied. « Well, you know I can’t sleep with you just for fun. I mean, I like you. You mean something to me » I said. « You know I care about you. And I would never do anything wrong to you. I know it’s important to you. It’s not just fun. I like you too. » Tim replied. « Okay you like me. But it’s more than that. I have feelings and all. I can’t sleep with and act like nothing happened after» I said. « Why do you say that ? You know it means something. And of course we’ll still hang out together. Any time. I’ll always be there for you » He said. « Really ? For sure ? Technically I don’t want to be with anybody right now. But if something happens, I know I’ll want to hang out with afterwards » I said. «So, what do you want to do ? » Tim asked. « I’m not sure yet. But It’s not going to happen right now. Maybe later, after the meeting. We’ll see how things go. » I replied. « Okay, no problem. I can wait. So you’re nervous about this meeting ? He asked. « Why do you ask that ? » I said. « You look nervous ». He said. «Maybe I can help you to relax » He told me. « Ahahah not that way ! » I replied. « No, no, not sex. I was thinking about something else, like massaging your neck for example. » Tim said with a big smile. « I see… okay okay you win » I said.

Tim sat comfortably on the bed. He asked me to sit in front of him. I wasn’t really sure about it but came to him. I sat in from of him. He grabbed me to put me a little closer to him. Then he slowly put his hands near my neck. We were very quiet. Everything was calm. He massaged my neck with a small but firm pressure. It was quite nice. I started to feel better.

I don’t know how long it lasted but at some point, Tim looked at the time and said that we had to see the client. He immediately got of the bed and prepared. Fifteen minutes later, we were on our way to meet the client. We didn’t really spoke about our conversation. We didn’t really have the time but I knew things were different now. I knew that after the meeting we’ll be close to each others again. I felt like we were together again. I was hoping the meeting wouldn’t last long. We were definitely together again.

To be continued...

#A Tim Curry story #fanfiction #my creation #personal

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An Ordinary Party (Asmo + Wine Mom)

Based on the chat of the same name, you’re invited to a party after school that has perfectly normal things. I had already written this and finished yesterday but it’s perfect for the start of Asmo Appreciation Week that @milas-imaginarium​ posted. Since it’s his birthday week, I will have to finish that Asmo Angel outfit I’ve been sitting on. Look forward to it! For those who haven’t gotten the chat yet, it’s called “Ordinary Party” and is just Asmo, and for some reason the demon’s name you’re gonna have a house party at is called  Lucifugus. Which is the taxonomy name of a small brown bat.  Also. Warning. Prepare for a Feels Trip. Word Count: 6347 ---------------------- Asmo had said that a little party was being thrown at Lucifugus’s house after class today. The text came just before lunch and after inquiring what sort of party it was, it was described as “nothing special.” Eating, drinking Demonus, and gossiping. However, as he said he’d pick Althea up after class, he mentioned the prospect of finding a new partner at the end of it. Complete with a heart emoji at the end. Since coming to the Devildom, Althea had been dragged about on various trips and escapades by the demon brothers. Normally she was the unwilling participant in many of these  because they wouldn’t leave her alone and the effort to get them to stop was not worth the trouble but sometimes it was not the worst thing. Initially, she found it enjoyable because being invited out allowed her to get familiar with the place, this is what the upper echelons of demon society found most valuable, right? So it must be important. Yet. More and more she just realized it was demonic versions of mundane things. Hell was just another Earth, just with a different coat of paint. 

Today would be no different than the day before and the next day after. After all, this wasn’t the first time Asmodeus sprung plans on short term notice, and it wasn’t even the first time that he’d invited her out to a party. Normally, if he was to take her out, it would be to Majolish or other stores he liked, seeing as she was someone who knew a fair bit about fashion and prided herself on her presentation. It was one of the things she seemed to bond over well with him, and decently enjoyed. So, when Asmo met up with Althea at the end of classes, the standard thoughts were going through her mind. They were going to someone’s house, drink, gossip, and he’d probably drag her to The Fall after. While she always allocated time to study, such things could be done past midnight. It wasn’t as if she lived off of four hours of sleep every night anyway.

“Ooh, aren’t you so excited? I know I am, I mean, who wouldn’t want to spend their time with me. Ahahah.” Linking his arm around her own, Asmo gave his signature head inside laughter, trying to be cute as he beamed a smile up to Althea. Normally, she’d be stoic and unamused but, with Asmo, she tended to lighten up a bit, after all, she did enjoy indulging herself on occasion.

“Yes, yes. Once more, it is of the utmost privilege to bask in your glory, Asmodeus. Your radiant smile, your glowing eyes, why, who needs the Sun when you shine more brilliantly?”  Swaying her hips from side to side, the click of her heels upon the stone floor of the Academy was muffled by the sounds of the various demons  getting ready to leave. The idea that demons still had to go to school despite being supernatural creatures was still confusing. Did that man there was school in Heaven as well? While she did enjoy learning, it made her question the economy of the Devildom if the education system took so long. 

“More! More! Shower me with more praise or even better, why don’t you prove it with a kiss. You would if you really felt that way about me.”  Releasing her arm and stepping in front of her, Asmo curled a finger in his hair and pulled it, letting the curl bounce as he struck a pose.

“Flowers wither and die, dry in the heat of the sun, or shrivel from the cold, their petals yellow, their leaves wilt, but your lips shall stay as an eternal Spring, blossoming forever in a garden that envies the scent of your nectar.”  Althea leaned in, cupping a hand under his chin ever so slightly, but just smiled, releasing the expectant demon and sauntered off without him.

“Come along then, we need to pick up a gift for the host. It’s terribly rude to arrive at a house party empty handed.” A hand waved back and forth as she waited for Asmo to catch up.

“Ugh! You can’t just say something like that and not follow through! You always do this!”

Leaving the academy grounds and visiting the market, Althea and Asmo picked up a bottle of Demonus, even though she clearly wanted to get a bottle of wine, human world commodities were rather hard to come by. It was unfortunately out of her price range. She was still looking for a way to convert her human world funds into Grimm, though she heard the exchange rate was quite lucrative as human money itself as a commodity for its novelty. Still, despite her Devilgram name being: Wine Mom, she was without wine for another week. Mammon said he made headway in that direction but  was still waiting to hear back from a few people.Something would need to be done to incentivise him, otherwise she’d be waiting for a hundred years. If she was lucky.

Lucifugus was one of Asmodeus’ many, many, many acquaintances and for this house party there were about eight others there. It seemed not everyone was as courteous to bring a gift and just showed up, and it seemed that Lucifugus was expecting Asmo to do the same. He was pleasantly surprised. As his name suggested, he did have some bat-like features, and was rather short compared to other demons she had met.Well. She actually took the time to find out that Lucifugus was Latin for a kind of brown bat. She learned that most demons had references to Latin or Greek words, if they weren’t directly from the Bible. This was no different. It seemed that many demons preferred to use their human forms outside of school as well, however most had loosened up their uniforms a bit to relax. Yet, as the two just greeted the host, handing off the gift, a voice caught her attention as a pair appeared from the side.

“So, this is the exchange student,  hmm? Can’t say I’ve seen them up close before. One of your brothers is usually lurking about.”

“Oooh. Look how tough they’re trying to be. Just because they have a few pacts.You’re sure we can’t take a few bites, Asmo~baby?”

These two looked slightly familiar, as if she had seen them at the school but never had interacted with them. Both of them carried an androgynous look, but the sharpness in their eyes, on their teeth, and their nails… they were succubi and incubi, though which was which was hard to tell. The first had slick back hair and shaved sides making it look like waves on sand while the one who addressed Asmo as baby had an angled dramatic bob cut.They hung off each other and leered in her direction. The way they moved, the shifting of their shoulders, their stride, their gait, it was clear they were a bit more primal, perhaps true demons that never fell. Regardless, they reminded her of eels.

“Oh hey lovelies, I’m glad you could make it! Oooh. Ooh. I want to introduce you guys to each other. These two are Amaurós, and Ophidia, only like, two of the biggest gossips in the Devildom, as well as two of the biggest sluts. Ahaha.”

Asmo slid over to the pair and circled around them like the queen he was, standing behind them now as if to present her to the pack. This seemed like a sort of initiation into a clique, being evaluated by those who thought themselves above the rest. It was something she was familiar with. Oh, there most certainly were cliques in a Catholic school,  perhaps not quite the same as public school, but it was mostly the social status and hierarchy that formed between wealth groups. That’s what this feeling was. She was back to being judged by others. Well. She still remembered the steps to this dance.

“You’re one to talk, Asmo. I’ll have you know that I am the classiest of demons, thank you very much.” Flicking their eyelashes at Asmodeus, the one on the left, Amaurós,  feigned offense.

“Oh please. I am a connoisseur of assets, not a slut.  Amaurós, Ophidia, this human here is Althea, she’s basically like… Hm. Oh. You’ll see what I mean. I’m sure you’ll get along great!”

Parading himself about, Asmodeus made sure to wave to the others who were invited, making sure he was seen. That left her in front of these two eels that now ungulated forward, giving a circle about her. Althea remained still, arms crossed over herself as she raised a brow at what they were doing. Not reacting even when she felt a nail glide  over the arm of her blouse, Althea had opted to keep her jacket with her as opposed to hanging it up. Her coat was long and under it was a pencil skirt that the spruce green shirt was tucked into, but she kept the gold tie clasped and firm with the buttons still tight around her neck.

“Aren’t you going to speak? This IS a party after all, or are you just going to stand there all night and be a coat rack?”

“Ugh. Come on then, don’t be such a buzzkill. Do something human-! Unless you want us to make the first move, hmm?”

The two hissed as they returned to each other's side, Ophidia, draping their arms over Amaurós’ shoulders and making that final jab at her, while Amaurós themselves seemed to stand there and sneer a bit. All the while, Althea saw that Asmodeus was watching the three from the corner of his eyes. Catching the glint in his gaze, she saw that he was expecting a bit of a show. Very well. Her arms unhooked from themselves slowly. Placing a hand upon her hip, Althea cocked them to the side, coat hanging over the arm while her hand flipped through her hair.

“Well, excuse me for reserving the right to speak. I thought I’d save you the embarrassment, after all, it appears you two share the same brain as you can’t think or act independently.” With a scoff, Althea tilted her chin up high, eyes glaring down at the two. Let the game begin.

“Ooh. Tough talk from the thirty year old virgin. So what if you’re book smart if you don’t know how to get any. That’s where true power lies. You can control someone from between their thighs.”  It was Ophidia who was on the attack once more, the one who called Asmo, Asmo~baby with that cutesy voice.

“You’ve had crows-feet for over a thousand years, it’s a wonder you can get any at all. But I suppose if you put enough makeup on, you can still look half as decent as I do.” Althea turned her head off to the side and huffed a bit in response. Like a dragon she moved, purposely, strong angles, don’t give them an inch. Don’t back down.

“As if! I am only seven hundred, thank you very much and I-”

“Hmph. Well you clearly fooled me, but then again. You seem to play the part of a fool quite well. Just how many centuries of practice have you with that?” Althea’s sharp tongue struck again but cut short by the other demon, Amaurós.

“Haha! Well, done human. You’ve got a bit of a mouth on you. I wonder what else it can do.” They didn’t seem to be nearly as uptight as Ophidia who was pouting and clinging onto the other, but it seemed to be an act as they were back to smiling again, or grinning. Sneering. It was hard to tell with sex demons. 

“Oh, I know! Isn’t she just so fun to play with?” Asmo had returned holding a glass filled with a rich burgundy shade. Hooking an arm around Althea’s, he pressed his head to her shoulder and smiled back.

“Come on, the real fun’s about to start. Lucifugus found some human games and we wanna try them out. You’ll give us the real, authentic treatment, won’t you Althea?” Batting his long eyelashes up at her, Althea glanced down and chuckled ever so slightly.

“How could I say no to you?” Her voice lush and low in return, a finger extending out to brush the hair from his face.

“You say no plenty, unless that’s an invitation-”

“Just lead on, Asmo.” Cutting him off, Althea, however did the leading. She had watched where he came from anyway, and had Asmodeus point out where to turn. This particular dorm was not nearly as robust as the House of Lamentation, but it still housed a few individuals so it was sizable enough. The basement was spacious and seemed that everyone else, aside the two she was speaking with, were downstairs.

Other than the host, there were four others. That meant there were nine total. It was a cozy amount of people, something she could handle. There was a table with various drinks on it, bottles of demonus and still, nothing she could get the slightest bit intoxicated off of. This was fine. She didn’t drink to feel effect anyway, well. Not mostly. As for food things as Asmo mentioned there would be, along with cupcakes and other dainty sweets, there were “party” foods, which consisted of things like scorpion and giant centipede skewers, cream puffs which- looked normal but the cream was made from pigeon milk. It seemed that Hell was abundant with strange foods. One thing she would not miss once left.

“So, I heard about this game called Truth or Dare, you’ve heard of it right?” Lucifugus looked at her expectantly as he took a seat on the sofa. Settling down with a drink, everyone took their respective seats. Althea picked a solitary arm chair so she could see everyone and, of course, Asmo sat with the pair he introduced her to. It was clear what his intentions with them were with the way they were snickering and giggling to each other was.

“That’s right. Typically, you ask someone the question, truth or dare. That person then responds with which one they’d rather do or say. If you pick dare, you perform an action, and truth is obviously answer the question truthfully. If you don’t want to do it, you typically have to do a punishment or take a shot of something. Alcohol. Hot sauce, until they will say or do something. Depends on house rules.” Althea kept her eyes focused on the host as she spoke, out of politeness.

“Oooh! That sounds like great fun! There are SO many things I can finally get you to do and say, Althea!” Asmo was giddy like a schoolgirl, his expression changing from sweet to sinister in a quick flash. This was going to be a long night…

However. The night wasn’t terribly bad. Several of the demons had to answer what their biggest regrets were, or had to make out with each other- dares Asmo specifically asked, or had to send text messages to people they hated. At least three people were guaranteed detention the day after. Asmo had the audacity to ask her what would get her on her knees, clearly referring to sexual actions, however she avoided the question saying she only gets on her knees when praying at Mass or confessing sins. A few more rules were added as people weren’t drinking enough, including if you didn’t do the dare within a minute, you had to take a shot, or if you avoided the truthful statement, another shot. If the others guessed what the truth was to your question but were wrong? Shot. That one ended up getting a few people drunk. After Althea refused to kiss someone, he dared another demon to kiss her, which resulted in her slapping them across the face until they gave up.

Among the things that people did, sitting in each others laps, drinking disgusting things, taking pictures and texting them to others, a few times people had to leave and return with others because, of course Asmodeus would dare someone to do something sexual, Althea made certain to avoid those kinds of dares, or at least only pick truth when Asmodeus asked her the dreaded. Truth or Dare.

“Truth.” Althea stared towards Asmo, the time already around midnight.

“What do you have against kissing? You act like it’s such a big deal. I bet you’d like it if you just gave in a little bit. I mean. I’ve never seen someone with a body like yours so uptight. It’s SUCH a waste.” He was starting to slur his words a bit, but  he passed it off with a fake cute voice, and insisted on drinking more of course.

“Oh-! It’s because she’s a prude! I mean, just look at her, buttoned up and formal. All work and no play. But you don’t need her to have a bit of fun, Asmo~baby.” Ophidia, arm draped over Asmo’s shoulder just to get his attention, yet he didn’t look at them for more than a glance.

“No, no. I mean, yes but- I think it’s because she had a bad breakup before. Someone broke her heart and now she can’t love agaaaain. So cliche.” Amaurós was less drunk than Ophidia but still clearly intoxicated.

“Wrong on both fronts. Aside from the fact that the exchange of bodily fluids is disgusting? To me, kissing is a level of intimacy that I reserve for the eventual person I will select for courtship. It holds something of a sacredness to me.” Althea stared at her glass and then glanced to the incubi and succubi pair who just rolled their eyes and finished off their shots before standing up.

“Ugh. So it’s because you’re a church girl again? You’re in the Devildom. You should lighten up a little bit. Why are you so opposed to fun?” Asmo took a shot as well, as it was clearly not the answer he thought either.

“Truth or dare, Asmodeus.”  Althea followed it up towards him, seeing as she, one, didn’t care about getting answers from others, and two, they were in the process of leaving.

“Hmmm. Truth!” Asmo leaned forward a bit, curious to see what she’d ask.

“What was the Celestial Realm like?” Her eyes stared towards Asmo now, narrowing slightly. The unfortunateness that she was sober around a bunch of drunk demons was now starting to turn advantageous, they should have their tongues loosened to talk about what they normally wouldn’t should be available now. Or at least that’s what she hoped.

“...”

“Next question.” Asmo took a shot, a bit of an uncomfortable look on his face.

“Fine. Exactly how long ago was the Celestial War?”

“You really aren’t supposed to ask those sorts of questions, you know that.” He fingered the shot glass a bit, trading his nail along the lip before taking a second shot.

“In detail, what is your relation with Solomon?” Althea would ask as many questions as needed until she got the answers she wanted. She was waiting for this moment when he was drunk enough. The host, Lucifugus, was cleaning up but looked between the two and saw the tension grow.

“Cooomee ooooon. You know I can’t… Ugh. Just keep asking questions until there’s something I can answer. You’re as bad as Solomon, you know that, right?  Fine, fine. Keep the questions coming.”

So, Althea proceeded to ask a list of questions that were declined. They included questions about the bible, about Heaven, the afterlife, the origin of the universe, God, things that either he didn’t know, or that he couldn’t answer. About fifteen questions in, there was a final question he did answer. Or maybe he was just too drunk to care.

“What did you look like as an angel?” Althea  was just about ready to ease down but it seemed that with this question, and the way he let out an exasperated sigh, he might actually respond.

“FINALLY, a question about me! Well. I was beautiful! There was no more beautiful angel, and EVERYONE loved me. Jewel of the Celestial Realm- no one- not even Lucifer- well. Okay maybe Lucifer but- No one else was more beautiful than me! I was so stunning that it was almost a crime. Well. Hehe. I guess it did become a sin.” Strutting about the room, Asmo was swishing his drink around and then nearly tripped over an end table. As he held balance, Asmo straightened up and held his hands out like he was perfectly balanced the whole time.

“Simeon did say something similar… But, it seems like it’s time to go. Come on, you can’t walk straight. Let’s get you home.” Althea went to go wrap an arm over Asmo’s shoulder, pulling his drink away from him except Asmo stumbled back and waved a hand.

“Wait, what did Simeon say about me? Ugh, look at those shoulders, I just want him to wrap those arms of his around me, and those eyes, his smile, beautiful- I mean. Not that I’m jealous or anything.” His cheeks started to flush, but that might have been from drinking too much. A few more things were mumbled under his lips, comments on his appearance and how above everything he seemed.

Again, Althea stepped forward to take the drink away from him, using the length of her arms against him, handing it towards the host who was cleaning everything up. It was certainly past midnight now. Still, she didn’t answer his question. After all, Simeon didn’t say much on it, actually told her to ask the demons themselves as he didn’t feel right speaking about the topic while in Hell. He also made her promise to not ask Luke about it too much either. Disappointing but, she’d keep the promise.

“Althea-! One more question, the game isn’t over until I say it’s over! Truth or Dare! But- but- you have to answer Truth. Got it? Then I’ll leave.” His words still slurred, it seemed that all those shots were catching up to him now. While he didn’t have a drink anymore, he was playing keep-away, so, to indulge him, she nodded her head slightly.

“If I must. However, come over here. I’ll answer Truth as we leave.” Althea hadn’t ever declined to answer a question truthfully, and she wasn’t going to avoid answering it this time. Right now, the only thing she had was a headache from the loudness of everyone, a glass of wine could really be needed right about now.

“What do you REALLY think about me? I know you said you’re not interested in any of my brothers but- come on. You have to love me. I don’t believe you when you say you’re not interested.” Asmo was struggling to put his jacket back on, not able to find where the arm hole was. A slight sigh slipped from her lips, taking a step forward to help him do it up.

What she thought of him? Well. To say she wasn’t interested was not true. However, not the way he wanted her to be interested in him. Glancing off to the side slightly, Althea thought about the question. It would be best to answer this when they were alone. He wouldn’t like the answer.

“You don’t want to hear what I really think about you, not while you’re drunk.” Althea spoke in a solemn way, knowing that this answer was going to have some kind of emotional impact on him if she responded. While she didn’t care about saving someone’s feelings, this was going to be a problem getting him home and Lucifer already was blowing up her D.D.D. with texts. He could brush it off if he was sober, but drunk?

“Nu-uh. You gotta answer this-” He waved a hand away, getting his coat back on but then stumbled and fell down as he was trying to get up the stairs to the main level of the dorm as they exited. Narrowing her eyes at this, there clearly was only one solution.

“Fine. But I’ll answer when we’re out of the building, okay? You won’t want others to hear what I think of you.” Althea slipped an arm under Asmo’s leg, and the other behind his shoulder and lifted him clean off the ground. Looking behind her, in the same stoic, flat voice as always, she nodded to the host, thanking them for allowing them all to come over and, of course, putting up with the craziness.

“Oh, that intimate? So romantic. Is that why you’re carrying me like a princess? Does that mean that you’re my prince? Oh you shouldn’t have.” Asmo wrapped his arms behind her shoulders, kicking his feet back and forth as he was carried. He clearly wasn’t in the right headspace. When was he ever though?

“Very well… What I think of you.” Althea continued to walk as she thought how best to answer this. Asmodeus. The Avatar of Lust… An emotional, needy crybaby who would act out for attention, any attention, and demand everything of you and still want more. No. He was worse than that.

Once they had left the dormitory, Althea kept to herself on the streets, not wanting to pass by anyone to have them overhear, but also because she didn’t trust anyone, nor believe Asmo was in the proper state to defend her if they were attacked. As she knew not all demons obeyed and listened to Diavolo, she was careful not to venture too far out on her own at “night”. Asmo stared up at her with expectant eyes, he wanted to hear that she adored him, that he was her world and couldn’t live without him. He was wrong. So, without ceremony, she began speaking, eyes forward and not looking at him as she delivered her answer to, “Truth.”

“You’re a Parasite. A blight upon everyone you encounter. You feast upon the attention of others, leaving those who have the misfortune of encountering you a husk, drained of emotion after they’ve left your wake. You’re terribly selfish, thinking only of yourself, how it benefits you, how it makes you feel, and disregard the needs of others. Were I not immune to your charms you surely would have tried to sink your fangs into me. If it were not for this program, I’d avoid you like the plague. The toxic aura you spew forth is enough to choke on without even speaking to you. So… Seven out of Ten.”

Each word was left hanging in the air, each word a knife to his heart. It was the brutal honesty she felt towards him, and perhaps it would seem like insults, but to her they weren’t. She met worse, surely. However, he was a demon. This is how she viewed him and while she found his company tolerable, and sometimes fun, this was still his nature. Her eyes remained forward, focused on getting back to the House of Lamentation. Yet, despite what she said, all of her words, he went silent instead of crying loudly. His arms slipped off of her neck and crossed over themselves loosely.

It was a quiet walk back…

Rising up the stairs to the second level, Althea just side-glanced whomever she passed to ensure they didn’t start speaking or ask why the two were so quiet. As soon as she brought him back to his room, he was gently eased down upon his bed and he promptly turned away, pouting, curled up, a slight hunch to his shoulders. It was hard to tell how much of this was the not-alcohol was catching up with him or if he just wanted attention, but there was a bit of sharpness in her chest. Was she feeling back about telling the truth and hurting him?

“Asmo... “ Althea reached a hand out to his shoulder, he turned a bit to smack it away, and turned further around, sharply as the fringe of his hair fell forward, shadowing a bit of his face.

“Don’t touch me! D- Don’t you dare touch me. I’m just a parasite to you.” He pulled away again, this time sitting up and giving a sharp glare at her. There was a hint of light within his eyes, almost like it was glowing. He seemed to be so close to shifting into his demon form with how he was unstable right now.

“I mean- how can you call me that? I’m the Avatar of Lust. People WANT me. I am literally everyone’s type. Seven out of ten? That’s an insult. How dare you! You’re lucky you know. Mhm. If I was allowed to, I’d carve out what little heart you have and hold it beating in my hand. Then you’d see how beautiful I am! Then you’d love me, right?”

The way he spoke, how it flared up, the sharpness, the venom he was spitting, it was as she said. Parasitic. The way his shoulders rose and sank, the primal movement. It was similar to how those two were from the party earlier, clearly more in touch with his demonic side at the moment. Yet, there was something else there. The wounded animal. It came with the break of his voice as he started to settle down, no longer a fire, but a crackling cinder, dim in the night. A mournfulness filled his voice.  

“Then… Then you’d love me, right?”

When once his anger settled down from the snarl, the snap, the  visceral, a tormented sort of sadness filled his expression as he crawled towards her on the bed. Reaching a hand out, Asmo dragged it down her arm until he was holding her hand. It was not a touch of seduction, but one of longing. Cupping his cheek with her hand, Althea remained silent, watching what was he was doing, if it was a show or genuine response. She knew that whatever was consuming his thoughts, it was likely mixed and veiled as well. After all, demons weren’t truly capable of expressing true human emotion. Theirs was far more complex. So, sitting herself down upon the edge of the bed, Althea would be the emotional rock he needed right now.

“Asmo… You are still beautiful, but beauty isn’t love. You know this.” Her hand then started to brush against his cheek gently, seeing as he was still holding onto it, thumb rubbing back and forth, fingers curled to the side of his face. Something to calm him down. He seemed to like this action, nuzzling against her hand  as he was hungry for affection of any kind.

Asmodeus was slow to respond, perhaps he was deciding on if he should answer, or if he was just too tired to respond. It seemed as if he was just content to hold her hand against his cheek, the warmth of her touch, even if it wasn’t as intimate as he wanted. Searching his eyes for truth, watching his gaze, the light still flickered within. But- a sharp tug caught her attention, Asmo pulled on her hand, toppling her off balance in surprise as his other hand pushed her shoulder down to the bed. Though she was sitting on the edge, he had overtaken and was now sat atop her hips, leering down with an intense glow in the burning hues of his gold and coral coloured eyes.

“... Nothing..” His voice was low, a lush whisper that trembled off his lips.

“...Not even now do I see a hint of desire in your eyes… Am I impossible to love? Truly love? I, who was once loved by all, now nothing. To look upon me was to know the Beauty of God. What am I now? A parasite…”

The demonus on his breath was just as bad as any alcohol. It lingered in the air and hung off every word, hot as it practically dripped upon her cheeks. Drawing closer, his face was mere inches from hers but even then, Althea did her best to hold back any sort of reaction. To not recoil, to not withdraw. Even if she wanted to react, he needed the emotional stability right now. She couldn’t feed into his energy, else he’d consume anything she gave off and it would be dangerous for the both of them.

“I may not love you, but that does not mean you’re impossible to love. When I look at you, yes, I see a parasite, but I also see all of that beauty within you. The glow upon your skin, the radiance of your eyes. All of this is true when I speak it, but you look most beautiful like this. This vulnerable scorpion, fighting with his nature. You wish to sting me even now, don’t you?”

With how low her words were, that bare whisper between their lips, the heat of her breath upon his skin, it was the closest physically she had ever been with Asmo. Still, he remained holding onto her wrist and shoulder, staring towards her but not making any movements. As his grip tightened, she also felt his hands trembling and then it released, tears welling and falling from his eyes to her cheeks before he lowered his head down to her chest, arms tightly wrapping behind the small of her back.

“Love me… Love me, please. Tell me I’m beautiful, that I am the most beautiful person you’ve met. Whisper sweet nothings to me and devote yourself to me. I…” Asmodeus clutched on tighter, arms holding onto her waist more as his face started to burrow into her. If she didn’t unwrap from him now, she’d end up sleeping here and who knew how he’d behave once the drunkenness wore off. Yet. She didn’t want to leave him alone. Not like this.

Sitting up slowly, Althea would gently shift in position and unhook his arms, even if he so desperately wanted to remain clung to her, it was the only way. Removing his shoes and setting them on the floor, she tucked him into bed. Fighting with his clingy hands, she had to constantly pull them off and tighten the sheets over him. Changing him out of his uniform was asking for problems so that was out of the question, but she did remove his jacket and loosen his shirt. Yet still, as Asmodeus lay there, looking sleepy, and pitiful, not even she could deny the bit of warmth that was nestled within her heart, the small bit of empathy she felt for him.

It was at this moment, looming over Asmodeus, staring into his eyes as he so often desperately wanted, Althea realized something. For all his age and history, for his time as an angel, then as a demon, he was like a child emotionally. This poor, frail creature, fallen from God’s Love that was hurt so. Yes, the rebellion that happened was likely something he didn’t regret, and something she didn’t blame him for, but to change so fundamentally from who you were from birth, to what you were now. It wasn’t as if she was the best Catholic, nor thought she was going to heaven when she died but still. He was an angel once. They all were angels. Except Satan. Yet Asmodeus, he who was loved by all, how desperate he had become in his moments of depravity. 

“I care about you too much to lie to you like that, Asmo. Right now, this crippled, wounded creature you are before me, a parasite, a fallen angel, who you are, there’s nothing more beautiful in this world to me than to see someone like this...but I take no joy in it. Your inner self is exposed to me, and I want nothing more than to play with it, to manipulate it and abuse it for as much worth as I can extract but… It seems I’ve grown a fondness that prevents me from doing so.” It was her confession time now. The delicate way she spoke such harsh words, it was the nature of her internal conflict ions, so sure and not remorseful of those she hurt but fully aware of how toxic she was to others. At least, how she was to other humans. Normally, what she would do to others is manipulate them in this state, make them dependent upon her so that they can’t get away. Just as narcissistic as he, if not more so as she did it by choice. It was not in human nature to hurt others this much. It was a learned behaviour that she carefully cultivated over time and yet. Perhaps that is why she felt such respect towards demons? It was their nature, that any of them behaved civilly was a feat unto itself. How troubled her heart was at this moment. She should feel nothing for these creatures that strayed from God, but at times they were more human than she was. Asmodeus was about to sit up, stirred by what she said but Althea cut him off.

“Hush dear... You need your rest. If you truly want to, we can discuss this in the morning.” As she was leaning over Asmo on the bed, Althea stared down to his amber eyes, her hair draped over a shoulder like a curtain as she made sure his eyes closed. He seemed a bit reluctant to, but the lushness of her words, the soft lullaby melody she spoke, and quite a helping hand of the drink taking effect, he closed his eyes fully.

Slowly, her hand lowered to cup ever so gently atop his lips as her face drew close to his own. Careful not to touch him too heavily, her lips pressed delicately on the back of her hand. This indirect sign of affection wouldn’t be remembered in the morning, not by Asmo anyway. As her lips pulled away, her own eyes lingered upon his face, and she could not deny he was beautiful. He was like the golden child of a family, an Adonis if you will, something that others would want to remain in the company of. Yet she felt no hint of desire towards him, something he said so himself. Pulling away from Asmo who was now safely asleep, Althea quietly slipped out of the room.

He, who had seen and bore witness to the eternal light of Heaven, to bask within the Celestial Realm and to be called the Jewel of it, he must truly have been glorious, beyond beautiful. The way he looked at Simeon, with eyes of distant longing but not lust, she should have seen it sooner. Was he embarrassed about being a demon? Was he so fraught with melancholy that he’d never be as beautiful as he was as an angel? Perhaps. All she knew, however, was that in his moment of weakness, when she had been caught off guard, he could have followed through on his threat, he didn’t. Instead, he bore his heart out to her, held it shriveled and bleeding in his hands, and she didn’t break it...

Leaning against the back of his door, arms crossed behind her, thought started to betray her once more. Why didn’t she lie to him? She could have told him all he wanted to hear and he’d believe it. It would have been so easy to twist his desperation around her finger and have him depend upon her. So pitiful he was at that moment. So pitiful she was becoming that pulling away and leaving him to sleep alone, awake alone, started to gnaw away at her.

“Asmodeus…”

His name fell from her lips, eyes forlorn as she pulled off the door. The short walk back to her room was just as silent, heels clicking through the corridor. A lonely sound in the middle of the night.

“Please don’t make me love you…”

#Obey Me OC #Asmosweek #thefandomlovesasmo #milas-imaginarium

[thegayfromrulid]

Sorry if I bothered you, I would like to request a kirito/Asuna one shot. Asuna is on her period and kirito takes care of her. Sorry if your uncomfortable with the topic. Thank you and have a nice day/night!

You haven’t bothered me at ALL! I’m so sorry for the wait! And the topic doesn’t make me uncomfy either. More men (cough cough) should be comfortable with the topic. I had trouble with the ending, so I hope it’s decent. I wasn’t quite sure how to end the scene. Ahkdljgalrd. You have a lovely day/night as well, anon! One-shot under the cuuuuuut (can we tell I’m tired i’m so sorry ahahah). 

               Asuna curledup on the sofa, clutched a pillow to her chest, and groaned. When she’d movedin with Kazuto a few weeks ago, she thought she’d been prepared to deal witheverything that came with living with her lover. But now, she felt worried. Shehadn’t thought about how to approach such a normal thing with him. Men weren’talways the brightest when it came to having periods, though. They just didn’tget it.

               Sheheard the front door open and close. Kazuto announced his presence. She made sureto welcome him home. He made a bit of noises as he changed into his houseslippers, placed some things in the fridge, and set down whatever he was holding.Asuna glanced up when she heard him approach the couch. He frowned down at her.

               “Is everythingokay?” he asked.

               “I justdon’t feel good,” she mumbled.

               Frowningeven deeper, Kazuto came around to the front of the sofa and crouched down nextto her. He gave her a quick kiss on the cheek and reached over to stroke herhair. She half-closed her eyes, enjoying the sensation of his fingers running alongher scalp.

               “Isthere anything I can do to help you feel better?”

               That,indeed, was the question. Obviously, she couldn’t ignore the topic. It was anatural part of life, and if they were going to be living together, she couldn’tjust avoid it. They were lovers, after all. Even if he wasn’t experiencing it,it was something he had to get used to in one way or another.

               “It’sjust that time of the month,” she said. “I’ll be fine.”

               Heraised his eyebrows.

               “So…there’snothing I can do?”

               Asunafixed him with a curious gaze. He didn’t seem weirded out. In fact, he stillseemed eager to assist her in whatever way possible. She wasn’t sure what tosay to him. He likely didn’t know anything useful—but he continued to surpriseher.

               “Evenif it’s as simple as you need me to run and get some products and chocolate, Idon’t mind,” he said. “I’ve had to run and get tampons for Sugu before. Iobviously haven’t snooped in your toiletries, but if it’s okay I can go checkthe packaging and make sure I get the right ones.”

               This informationsurprised her.

               “You…wenton tampon runs for Suguha?” she clarified.

               Henodded.

               “It’sonly fair, I had the motorcycle,” he said nonchalantly. “And our parents arebarely home even now. So, the task fell to me instead of our mom.”

               “I see,”she said.

               Kazutoleaned over and kissed her cheek.

               “But,that being said, it’s different with you,” he said. “I did it for Sugu becauseI had to.”

               Asunaraised one eyebrow and smiled.

               “So,then, you don’t feel obligated to help out?” she teased.

               Hefrowned a little.

               “Youknow what I meant!” he said. “I want to help you out because I love you. And Iwant to take care of you. So…so if there’s anything I can do to make you feelthe most comfortable right now, I want to do it.”

               Hiseyes focused on something to his left. She laughed and reached out to cup hischeek in her hand. He brought his attention back to her, his expressionsoftening. She smiled at him. What had she done to deserve such a sweetboyfriend?

               “Alright,”she said.

               Sincehe asked, she gave him a full run-down of things to know and what things made hercomfortable or not. He jotted down notes on his cellphone, taking note ofspecific details such as what kinds of pads she preferred, about how many sheneeded for a week, how long and how regular her periods tended to be, and whatkinds of snacks she tended to want but wouldn’t necessarily ask for. He evenasked questions for things she didn’t fill in—did she use heating pads? Did shelike to be touched? Did she use painkillers? Would she prefer alone time? Didanything make her sick?

               Evenwith Kazuto being as attentive as he was, she didn’t quite expect him toremember any of this outside of this week. For that week, he did everythingaccording to how he’d been instructed. And it was nice. She appreciated thetime he took to listen to her and adjust his lifestyle to accommodate for herneeds and desires.

               Butwhat really surprised her was this: when a month passed and she made no mentionof being on her period, Kazuto came home and found her on the bed texting withShino. He set a chocolate bar down on the nightstand beside her and disappearedinto the bathroom. She glanced at him as he left the room. He reentered momentslater and offered her an already warm heating pad.

               “Thankyou,” she said, trying not to betray her shock.

               “Noproblem,” he said, flashing her a smile. “Do you need a back rub?”

               She putthe phone down and gave him an inquisitive look.

               “What?”

               “Howcould you tell?” she asked.

               “Well,you lay that way when you’re sore from the cramps,” he noted. “And you weren’twearing a heating pad so I thought you might feel some relief if you put oneon. Plus, I did some reading up about it and learned some of the pain comesfrom your back and thought a back massage might feel good…what’s the face for?”

               Asunadid her best to wipe the astonishment off of her face.

               “I just…”

               Shewasn’t sure what to say, so she just shook her head.

               “You’rewonderful, Kirito-kun,” she said. “I hope you know that. And yes, please, ifyou’re offering. A back massage would feel really good.”

               Heblushed a little, but he smiled and got onto the bed to situate himself. Asunafelt him lift up her shirt and proceed to apply just enough pressure in the rightspot. She half-closed her eyes, humming happily.

               “Isthere anything specific you want for dinner?” he asked.

               Shethought about it for a moment.

               “Weshould have yakisoba!” she said.

               “Alright,when I’m done here, I’ll get right on it,” he said. “Any dessert requests whilewe’re at it? Or just a shower and then some more back rubs?”

               Turningher head to gaze up at him, she caught his eyes and felt warmth spread in herchest.

               “Definitelysomething warm and chocolate while we cuddle and watch a movie,” she said.

               Hiseyes lit up at the mention of cuddles. It was clear from that reaction alone he’dremembered she didn’t always want physical attention at this time of the month,so being permitted to cuddle her must have felt like a special treat. She hadto resist the urge to giggle. Her eyes wandered over to the clock.

               “Weshould probably start dinner soon,” she noted.

               “Ah!No, you just rest,” he told her. “I’ll take care of dinner and dessert. I’llbring you some water. Just enjoy laying down and not having to do anything,okay?”

               Kazutogave her a quick peck on the cheek and dashed off to get her water. He returnedpromptly and sat it down next to the chocolate bar. He then scurried off tomake dinner. She picked her phone back up and resumed chatting with Shino. Itdidn’t take him all too long to whip up the dinner she requested and place abatch of chocolate cookies in the oven so that they’d be ready by the timedinner was over.

               Overdinner, they chatted about their work days. Asuna’s ended up being far moreeventful and interesting than Kazuto’s, but both were able to get things done.They didn’t get further than that, since right when they finished up theirplates, the oven timer went off. Kazuto hopped up to take the cookies out ofthe oven and told Asuna to go select a movie or show to watch.

               Sheeagerly picked out one of her favorites and set everything up. By the time shewas ready, Kazuto had done a speed-run on the dishes, cleaned up the table andkitchen, and entered the living area to set a plate of warm cookies in front ofher. He handed her a glass of milk, sat down his own glass of tea on the otherside of the couch, and sat down next to her.

               “Anythingelse you need?” he asked. “I’m more than happy to get it for you.”

               Smilingbrightly, Asuna snatched up a blanket and motioned for him to lay down. He didso. She pressed herself up against him, cuddling up as close as she could, andthen grasped his arm and pulled it around her torso.

               “I needyou to do this,” she said.

               He gaveher a gentle squeeze.

               “Yourwish is my command,” he said, kissing her cheek.

               Asunasettled into his arms, content, and slipped a cookie into her mouth. He reallywas a catch. There wasn’t a girl in the world as lucky as she was, she thought.

#ask #anon #fanfic request #sao #sword art online #kirisuna #kirito x asuna #tw periods #this man is not weirded out by periods nope #i am so here for the idea that kirito learns his stuff for her #good boy #kirito #kirigaya kazuto #asuna #asuna yuuki