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winkwonkwankwenk · 3 months

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Nanami Head-Cannons!! (SFW & NSFW)

SFW

Works like a dog to provide for you, definitely works overtime and stacks vacation days like change in a jar. Some weeks you only ever feel him peck your cheek in the morning and the next time you see him with be the weekend- if you're lucky.

He misses you constantly, so much that he'll often accidently type your email along with his usual ones and you end up knowing all the company's trade secrets. Oops.

He sends you gifts every day he's away, from flowers to cakes to flights to your favorite places- he gifts you so often you've got a closet just for all the teddy-bears and a greenhouse to preserve your bouquets.

The two of you stay in a massive house so it's very lonely when he's gone. He makes sure to call you at least twice a day, morning and night.

He knows what time you wake up and time you go to sleep because he's memorized your sleeping pattern. He knows when to send chocolates and shopping money because he has your period app on his phone too and pays close attention to the notifications.

He came home to you crying in bed one night and called out of work for a month to make up for loss time. Ever since then, even during busy seasons, he makes sure to at least spend a week with you.

During his days off, he treats you to expensive dates cute strolls through gardens. He wants to impress and please you daily, and worries if you don't seem to be enjoying yourself. "Do you want a different dish?" and "Honey, we can go somewhere else if you'd prefer to" are phrases you've often heard when he's getting into his head.

He has a photo of you in his wallet and several in his office. Your wedding photos decorate his desk, along with vacation photos and cute pictures he snuck of you when you weren't looking. You're his Lock screen, home screen, and background on all of his computers.

He's never raised his voice at you and he never will. Even when the two of you fight, he can't help but dote on you and promise you the world. Whatever has you upset, he'll fix, even if it costs him an arm and a leg. "I like when you express yourself, Honey." He'll apologize for anything he's done to upset you and when you struggle to communicate he patiently waits and praises you for every word you manage to say. "Tell me what's on your mind and I'll do everything I can to make things better"

He's a funny man, his humor a mix of sarcasm and corny jokes. He'll tell you knock-knock jokes when you're sad and awful dad jokes when the two of you have calmed down from an argument but you can't help but laugh when he pulls you into a warm hug. How are you supposed to stay mad at such a charmer?

He'll feel guilty when he comes home to see you cooked dinner days ago and he never got to eat it. To make up for it, he'll cook you breakfast and leave it out for you before he heads off to work- even if he's exhausted. It's the least he can do.

NSFW (Kinky stuff ahead per usual hehe)

He has...scandalous pictures of you locked in a drawer of his desk. They come in handy during late shifts when he needs to let off steam and doesn't want to wake you. He'll bite down on his tie and groan as he jerks off under his oval desk.

He gets so turned on when you pull his tie. One night, he came home tense to see you having a late night spa session in the bath. You asked him to join and he insisted on showering to get off the grime of the office but then you pulled his tie with those dainty little hands and pulled him into the water. You thought he would be mad, but then he stripped out of his clothes before you could blink and fucked you senseless. Something about the pressure around his neck really gets his blood flowing.

Nanami caught you listening to him working out once and made sure to invite you to join him. He pinned you under him as he did push-ups, making sure you heard every grunt and groan. "You like that?" He whispered into your ear as you squeezed your thighs together under him. "I'll make sure to be extra vocal from now on."

Phone sex- the two of you have it at least once a week. Sometimes the pictures in his desk aren't enough and he has to wake you. His breaths are heavy, voice husky as he shows you his boner. "Look what you do to me, Y/N..." He'll whisper as your groggy eyes struggle to focus, "Help me fix it, okay Honey?"

He found your toys in the closet one day when he came home and was pissed. Not because you were using them but because he wasn't there to watch. He asked if you'd be okay with him having a camera in the bedroom to watch you and was so excited when you said yes. From then on, you've made sure to give him his own special liveshow- always sending him a text before you masturbate.

One day, he had left his lunch at home, so you brought it to him only to accidently interrupt a meeting. Before you could apologize he had you in his lap in his big office chair, secretly fingering you. You buried your face into his thick neck to stay quiet and squeezed his shoulders for relief. The moment the meeting was over he bent you over his desk and rammed into you.

His voice is so soft and sweet during sex, especially when he coos and praises you while talking you through your orgasms. "Y/N, look at me, Honey." and "Such a good girl...keep clenching like that, okay?" along with "What a pretty woman you are...I'm so lucky to have you."

His favorite positions are Mating-press and Nelson because he gets so deep inside of you he can feel your womb eagerly opening for his release.

He's got a monster. It's not eight inches, not nine, not even ten- 12 girthy inches casually hangs between his legs. He always makes sure to prep you well before even pulling it out.

Your pleasure over his- always. Even if he can barely keep his eyes open he'll put his back into it to make you orgasm.

Vacations are always romantic trips to one of his beach houses. He'll feed you chocolate-covered strawberries and expensive wines, then lay you down on the beach and eat you out until your toes curl in the sand.

He's going to put a baby in you. Period. The two of you have already discussed expanding the family and the moment you were on board he made sure to empty his balls every time the two of you had sex. He made sure not a drop of his cum spilled out, sometimes plugging it in with one of those toys you would play with in the livestreams.

You're his priority, in and out of bed. He treats aftercare like his biggest responsibility. He'll run a warm bath, carry you to it, wash you, dry you, comb and brush your hair- the list goes on and on. He'll order your favorite food and feed it to you, then soothe you until you fall asleep in his arms. He likes your body, but he loves you.

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wildestdreamsblog · 11 months

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Latibule: I

Pairing: Min Yoongi x Reader (Mafia/Detective AU)

Summary: In which you didn’t know who he truly was- until it was too late. Or in which he found heaven in you.

Warnings: Secret Identity, Yandere behavior, Obsessiveness, Possessiveness, Manipulative behavior, Violence, Mention of death, Disability, Sexual themes, If you’re not 18+ please, PLEASE, do not interact. Be mindful of the warnings. Let me know if I miss anything.

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Masterlist Prologue

“Give me your phone,” the nameless man ordered as he limped to the kitchen. You turned to look at him, pausing from cooking to give him attention. You looked at his entirety. You weren’t able to take him in a few nights ago when he was literally dying on your garden, or when he was in and out of delirious state during his recovery, or when he finally opened his eyes and spewed bullshit from his shamefully beautiful mouth.

“Looking at you,” you started as you leaned against the counter. You crossed your arm and a thoughtful expression crossed your face. Your hand was rubbing your chin as you pointedly looked him over- his disheveled state, his injured leg and how he favored his right side, and his pale skin. He looked like he fought with death himself, which technically was correct. “Looking at you, I now fully believe that Darwin was right.”

He blinked owlishly, his mind slowly processing what you said but his still weak body was making it difficult. Fuck, he missed being sharp. It had only been a week and he was ready to go back to his life. He missed people fearing him. He missed the feeling of people, even grown men, physically shivering when he walked in the room. Yet you, a woman living alone did not even flinch once from his threats. “What?”

You shrugged, “You know…theory of evolution and stuff…”

“Are you calling me a monkey?!”

Your answer was an indulgent smile. Well, if the shoe fits, you thought. You turned your back on him and brought the meal on the table. He noticed how you set two dinner sets, yet he didn’t bring it up. He only faltered for a moment, your immense kindness and how you were willing to feed him despite his less than pleasant attitude was starting to put him off.

He followed you and you didn’t know how, but when you turned around, there he was. He was standing too close for a stranger, his dark eyes looking down at you. He was so close that the thick strands of his hair touched your cheek. His hands were on either side of your hips, leaning against the table. “Give. Me. Your. Phone.”

You sighed, putting your hand on his hard chest. “I really, really don’t want to poke your wounds again. Please. For the love of God, don’t make me,” you said in exasperation, your hand hovering over his side where the wound was.

He blinked twice, fully mulling over your words. They weren’t a threat. They were a promise. And so, for the first time, he retreated with his head bowed down. How could someone as small as you managed to threaten someone as powerful as him?!

You smiled at his obvious reluctance before patting his shoulder twice and walking around him. You busied yourself by putting dishes on the table, never minding the stranger behind you until you were sat down. You looked at him and smiled, “Okay, try again. But this time, say please.”

He glared at you, “Please be aware that I hate you.”

“Okay, and?”

“And please. Give me your phone.”

Min Yoongi pressed the phone to his ear after walking out of your little house. He looked around while he waited for that fucker to pick up the phone. It was dark when he stumbled across your home that night, and it was only now that he was able to freely observed where he was at. His less than…pleasant activities were what brought him to this little town. The dealings that required his personal touch was a bust. Some asshole who would soon returned the life that was gifted to him decide to betray him. If he wouldn’t voluntarily surrender his life, well he would have to take it.

He looked around your house to somehow distract him from his murderous thoughts. Your house was small, yet it looked so domestic. Overgrown vines had already found its way to your walls, slowly enveloping your house with Ivy vines and flowers. His dark brow raised when he noticed that your house desperately needed minor yet many repairs. He gave the house one more year of survival before it succumbed to the pressure of keeping it together. He shook his head theatrically at the thought of how you were able to survive living on your own in this kind of house.

But what did he care, right?

It seemed that your neighbors, although far in between, all lived as simply as you did. Well at least no one would tattle about his strange presence here.

“Who’s this?”

Finally.

“Yah-” he seethed when he heard Jimin answered the phone.

“Hyung!” He wailed dramatically that Yoongi’s ear rang from the volume. “I thought you died! I thought you left me alone in this boring world! How could you not contact me-“

“Are you done?” He cut him off knowing he had limited time for his over-the-top dramatics.

“No-“

“You’re done. What do you know, Jimin? Who’s the mole?”

Jimin’s voice immediately sobered at Yoongi’s question. He had been researching for days about who might have betrayed them and the organization Yoongi himself created from the ground. The organization did not tolerate mistakes. More so, the leader himself did not tolerate betrayal.

And the fucker betrayed the leader himself.

“I had a lead. But then each time I was even remotely close to sniffing his trail, I hit a dead end. The fucker is smart. And he obviously wants to dethrone you.”

Yoongi’s jaw clenched from the barely restrained rage he felt. It was a huge mistake. Betraying him was the biggest mistake he could have ever made in his life.

“Hyung, I’m cleaning this up. But you absolutely cannot return yet.”

He raised his dark brow at Jimin’s serious voice. “Why is that?”

“Because I don’t think he’s acting alone. If you take one step here, I am certain he’ll be able to finish what he started.”

He clenched his jaw and it would have cracked from the strength had he not controlled himself. How could anyone infiltrated his organization? Who fucked up? And who did he have to kill?

“I need resources, Jimin.”

“Hyung…that’s another thing,” he said sheepishly and Yoongi knew this wasn’t going to be a good news. Great. His fucking week had been going fucking great. “I am certain even I am being watched. If I send you money now, they would know you’re alive. Give me time. I swear to you my life, you will rule Korea again.”

You jumped from fright when you heard your phone land on the table. With your hand clutching your chest, you looked up angrily at the man you were increasingly regretting saving.

You meant, honestly, he looked like a grumpy cat. And how difficult was it to say thank you?

The nameless man plopped in front of you and began eating. “Had a good call?”

He shrugged, busying himself with devouring your food. The days he spent recovering took a toll in his body and he had to replenish. After all, he had almost met the devil himself.

“So when are you leaving?”

“I was standing beside you for a minute and you didn’t even see me,” he stated in a deadpanned voice as though he didn’t care either way. “Why is that?”

You rolled your eyes at him. Should he answer your question with his own question? “Well honey, I’m blind.”

He scoffed before shifting his focus at you. “Sure you are. And no, I won’t leave just yet.”

“What?” Your brows furrowed, confusion clouding your face.

He smiled angelically at you. If only you knew back then that he was anything but a heaven sent, you would have kicked him out. Or better yet, you would have ran away from him.

You should have ran away.

You should have.

But now, it was too late.

“I’m staying here, angel.”

Latibule II

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sourcherryandsprinkles · 4 months

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Naughty or nice? | Ethan Landry x Reader

Advent calendar day five: Friendsmas + gift giving

Summary: The whole group gathers at Sam and Tara's for Friendsmas. Left to yourself in the living room, you and Ethan

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The night before everyone went home for the holidays, you all gathered at Sam and Tara’s apartment for a Friendsmas dinner. The place was lightly decorated in the spirits with only a small Christmas tree and twinkling lights you and Tara hung up a few weeks ago. It wasn’t much, but it was better than nothing.

‘’These gingerbread cookies are hilarious,’’ Sam complimented when she saw everyone’s caricature portraits in the box.

Some had been more of a challenge to make than others, but you managed to make them all somewhat ressemblant to each of your friends. You even made Tara’s a tiny bit smaller than the others.

‘’You even made Chad’s big head accurate,’’ Mindy pointed out, a mischievous grin spreading across her face as she bit the arm of her cookie.

Chad scowled at her as he attempted to take a bite, only to have the head break off and tumble to the floor, making Mindy burst into laughter.

‘’Even the cookie-you can’t keep it on its shoulder!’’

In true sibling behavior, Chad flipped his sister off.

Having dealt with them since they were kids, Sam chose to leave them to their bickering and returned to her cooking. The water was boiling anyway.

She searched the counter for the box of pastas, only to realize that she forgot to stop at the store after her appointment with her therapist this morning. ‘’Ugh, I forgot to get macaroni for the mac’n’cheese… Can someone go to the bodega down the street, they should have some pastas? Any will do.’’

Tara, eager to escape vegetable-cutting duty, volunteered. ‘’I can go!’’

‘’I’ll go with you!’’ Chad said, going after her. ‘’The streets are icy, I wouldn’t want you to fall and get hurt or something.’’

You and Mindy shared a look once he was out of sight, knowing that it was cheap just an excuse to be alone with Tara. Hopefully he’ll stop chickening and finally make a move on her.

Leaving Sam with Mindy to finish dinner, you joined Ethan who was sitting alone in the living room. He was watching something on his phone, his attention absorbed by the tiny screen, and didn’t hear you coming.

‘’What are you watching?’’ you asked over his shoulder, a playful smile on your face.

He jumped, his heart hammering in his chest. ‘’Shit, you scared me.’’

You giggled as you walked around the couch and sat beside him. ‘’What are you watching,’’ you repeated.

Ethan shrugged, turning off his phone. ‘’Nothing. Just dumb things on youtube.’’

You hummed, taking a candy cane from the bowl on the table and trapped it between your red-coated lips. The sweet peppermint aroma filled the air as you leaned slightly closer to Ethan. ‘’So…have you been naughty or nice this year?’’

Ethan choked on air. His eyes flicked away from your mouth, a faint blush coloring his cheeks. ‘’W-what?’’ he stammered, the unexpected question taking him by surprise.

You chuckled, removing the candy cane from your lips. ‘’Just curious, you know? Santa's making his list and checking it twice.’’

Still flustered, the boy managed a nervous laugh. ‘’I guess I’ve been mostly nice? We volunteered together at the cat shelter last month and I helped you for your art project, does that gives me brownie points?’’

‘’You’re cute.’’ You leaned in and ghosted your hand up Ethan’s arm, wishing there wasn’t a sweater covering his bicep. ‘’Since you’ve been so nice, should I give you your Christmas present now?’’

An immediate panic struck his face. ‘’Christmas present?! I didn’t know— I’ve got nothing to give you…’’

You shushed him with a finger over his lips and, with your other hand, you pulled aside the left side of your wrapped sweater, flashing him your matching red lace bra. The article was very sheer and left nothing to the imagination, which made Ethan’s eyes go wide.

‘’Holy shit.’’

Just then, the door creaked open as Tara and Chad returned, snow covering their shoulders and heads. Snapping out of your bubble, you quickly covered up and loudly greeted the two. Tara gave you a strange look, her cheeks red from the cold, then hopped over to the couch to tackle you with her cold self.

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aerkame · 1 year

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Haha, hi *winks at you* (●▪◡<●)ﾉ [please tell me if any of this makes you super duper uncomfy I did read the rules I'm just scared]

Wally Darling x Stressed out! Reader.,.,

[Remember that silly idea you had?! I liked it a lil too much]

The neighbor [us], had a terrible day at work, slamming open the door to their house and [not even thinking twice] immediately falling into the arms of the person who greeted them at the door. Much to their demise, said person is Wally. Wally falls limp upon being hugged, staring down at the reader who freezes once they realize who they came in contact with. They attempt to pull away but Wally.. Being Wally. Holds them in place with a stupid smile.

Twirls my hair, giggles and runs away [I'm so so so so so so sorry if this didn't make any sense imn sorry I leorve yoru writingzzzznbs I'M SORRY PLRASE FORGIVE ME]

I like my original idea as well, I'm hoping to start a full series next week!

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Today did not go well at all. You had to stay extra hours at work because some group of rowdy teens decided it would be great to come into the library and start messing with the books. One had even decided to start tearing out pages from a kids' study book. The library is probably going to take that one to court, some of those books are expensive to replace and you had to spend hours reorganizing everything that was carelessly thrown across the halls and find missing pages. At least you were finally home though. You stumbled up to the front door dangling the keys in your hand as you tried and failed a few times to properly unlock the door.

You gave a sigh as you heard a distinct 'click' and swung the door open not paying attention to your surroundings and slamming it behind you. Turning towards the closet, you slowly took your shoes off before setting them down neatly inside. Gotta set a good example and keep things clean for your guests, even when you wanted to just throw things around and sleep sometimes...It really was like you just had a bunch of kids out of nowhere. At least Wally and Barnaby were here to help you.

"Welcome home dear host-"

Quickly turning around to whoever was speaking, you leaned over and plopped yourself into their greeting arms. You felt you had fallen into something soft and warm. What a welcomed feeling after today.

"Well that's one way of greeting your guests." Arms snaked around your torso as they hugged you closely. You froze, finally recognizing the voice that's been speaking to you. Slowly looking up, you saw Wally, whose face had a giant grin on it. That was not a welcomed feeling after today.

Quickly trying to pull away, you heard quiet snickering from the side somewhere. You finally managed to pop your head out of his arms, the rest of your body now snuggly wrapped in them. There was Barnaby and Sally sitting there at the dinner table watching you two and giving each other knowing looks. "Awww, looks like someone's a bit of a sleepy head!" Sally smiled as Wally walked passed them not making a single sound.

You were somewhat used to this by now. Usually Wally treated you like some significant other that needed extra care. He would pick you up and tightly hold you for hours while getting chores done in the house with you struggling and kicking until you wore yourself out, tuck you into bed at night or on sick days, paint and draw several portraits of you, make you warm food after work some days (though you wondered how he even learned how to cook), and dance with you late at night on the porch with quiet music playing. Other times the two of you would get lost in deep conversations after a long day of work, it was like he knew you without needing to know you. Wally was always so smug when he did anything though, like he knew it would get on your nerves, which it did at first. But over the past several weeks you grew used to him being coy. You felt too exhausted and stressed out to talk much today though. You didn't feel like doing much of anything really so you just let Wally do whatever he wanted for now.

You pushed against his arms only when he started to squeeze a bit too hard to let him know. He didn't loosen up however and instead made a beeline for your room, quietly opening the door and setting you down on your bed. You moved to get up but a hand came down onto your shoulder to pin you down. "Just stay here...I have something I made for you." He spoke softly for once.

Wally soundlessly walked out of your room and returned with a steaming cup of what looked like tea. You watched him effortlessly balance the cup in one hand as he removed your jacket, slinging it over his open shoulder before bringing a blanket over your legs.

"There! Now isn't that much better?"

For once you didn't see that smug or condescending grin of his. You saw something much warmer in that charming smile. You gave him a nod and gently took the cup out of his hands.

The reader works at a very busy public library for some context.

I've always wanted a job at a library. I don't know if they'd let me work at one though. I wasn't a bad kid, but there was one thing I did steal and that was a book from the library on fossils. I didn't really understand some of the words though when I was 7, but I loved that book either way.

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bullet-prooflove · 3 months

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Can you do #3- for once, you let go Of your fears and your ghosts for Beau? This made me think of him and Ally!

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Syria!Series:

Part One: Syria - You're stuck on the otherside of the world when Beau's captured in Syria.

Part Two: In Sickness & Health - Beau eventually makes it home.

Part Three: Catch 22 - Beau struggles to cope in the aftermath of Syria.

Part Four: The Bottle, The Bullet Or This... - Beau is forced to confront his demons.

Things start to change. The weight on Beau’s shoulders, it gets a little lighter. He engages more these days, takes the time to ask you about your day, to actually listen. Bottles stop disappearing from the drink’s cabinet. He shaves on a regular basis.

There are bad days too, days where he’s too anxious to leave the house, where he can’t vocalise his needs, so you give him a little space. You’re here if he needs, it’s important that he knows that.

Solomon drags him out for a run at least twice a week. The first time he barely makes it a mile but that pain he feels burning in his calves, it’s cathartic. He manages to outrun the thoughts in his head, the demons and that’s what drives him out the next time and then the next.

One evening you come home to find him standing in the kitchen, in front of the stove cooking his mother’s pasta sauce, something he hasn’t done for a long time even before Syria.

“I don’t know why but I just had a craving for it.” He tells you as he adds the chopped peppers.

The table is already for two, the good silver and the plates you use especially for guests. You can’t recall the last time you shared a meal together. It takes you back to the nights before his deployment. You’d come home from working late and he would be in the kitchen. He’d give you that smile, the one that made you fall in love with him in the first place before ushering you off to the shower.

“I’m still a work in progress.” He tells you over dinner, his hand reaching out across the table and taking yours.

You stare down at it because this is the first time he’s touched you in months and it feels for a moment that you have your husband back, that the man you love is sitting right across from you.

“Maybe I’ll always be a work in progress.” He tells you with the hint of a smile as his thumb tracing over your knuckles. “But I have never stopped loving you, I’m sorry if I’ve made you think otherwise these last few months.”

“Beau…” You whisper, your eyes flickering up to meet his. “We’re gonna be ok you know?”

He squeezes your hand, his eyes stinging because he’s been afraid up until now, terrified that he’d fucked up the only good thing in he’s ever had in his life.

“Thank you.” He says, his voice breaking as he speaks. “Thank you for loving me, for not giving up on me when I needed you the most. ”

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3027960 · 2 months

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hakwon teacher! reader x soldier! horangi

(please ignore the formatting, written on mobile!)

you were exhausted, plain and simple. long days, hundreds of kids, the expectations of management, it was all piling up. and you were trying really, really hard to make friends with your fellow teachers, but most of them wanted to go out and party in itaewon every night. it's not that you didn't drink or party, per se, but teaching 20 six year olds from 4pm - 10pm while hungover was not an experience you wanted to repeat any time soon.

'ah, it's raining' you thought as you exited your school building. you'd forgotten an umbrella, which honestly was your fault, you knew how mercurial seoul's weather could be in the summer - if it wasn't 98% humidity and hot, it was pouring rain.

regardless, you hurried down the street to your favorite soon dubu restaurant. rainy weather called for hot soup and the stress of the day called for food so spicy you would regret it tonight.

the ahjumma called a welcome to you as you entered before returning to her cooking. you sulked back to the rickety table in the back corner - your normal spot - before calling out to the woman

'저기요!! 순두부찌개 한 개 주세요. 그리고, 맥주 한 병 주세요!(excuse me! one soon dubu soup please. and one bottle of beer please!)'

'네, 알겠습니다! (okay! understood!)' she returned, the pots underneath her sizzling.

as you waited for your order, the place slowly began to fill up. despite it's shabby appearance, the food was good and cheap, the owner nice, and the beer cold. what more could you ask for? it'd become 'your spot' once you'd moved to seoul, a stone's throw from your school and school-provided apartment, as well as cheap enough to indulge in on your measly teacher's budget. the ahjumma had come to know you (and help you practice your elementary korean). so you came back at least twice a week.

as more people filed into the small shop, you noticed a group of soldiers come through the entrance, their military fatigues in plain view. you rolled your eyes and turned your attention to you phone. korean military men were not much unlike their american counterparts - self-absorbed, rude, and generally distrusting of foreigners.

'guess that checks out in any country' you thought bitterly

despite every male of serving age being required to do their time, those that chose to stay in the forces certainly got a reputation for being 'fuckboys' as they say.

you turned to your phone as you waited for your food, texting your only friend here in seoul - an office worker you'd bet at a PC room.

a short wait later, the ahjumma brought out your meal and your beer. you could feel the weight of the day begin to melt off as the steam rose off of the hot stew. muttering a quick '잘 먹겠습니다 (i will eat well/thank you for the food)' before dipping your spoon into the red broth.

you made a move to bring it to your mouth, a figure seated themselves across from you. you raised your head from your meal, analyzing the new figure. angular face, honey brown eyes, dark hair, and high cheek bones, from what you could tell. he was wearing a mask over the bottom half of his face. what you could see what littered with small scars, along with a large scar slicing his eyebrow.

you blinked, before muttering a quiet '안녕하세요 (hello)'

he glared down at you, before leaning back in his chair, his arms crossed over his chest and his legs spread under the rickety table.

'american?' he asked, his accent lilted

you nodded. you had no idea what a korean soldier was doing sitting across from you, eyeing you down like a piece of meat.

'i could tell, you are,,,, how do you say 통통한’

your shoulders fell. you recognized that term, in all the time you'd been living in seoul. although the city was pretty metropolitan, korean society certainly dictated a certain appearance, one that you were definitely not a part of.

'thanks' you muttered reproachfully. honestly, you wished this guy would just leave you the fuck alone and let you get back to your dinner.

he shook his head, dragging a hand down his face.

'아니 (no), i mean no...씨발 (fuck)...how do you say in english? 한국어를 할 수 있어요? (do you speak korean?)'

you rolled your eyes, pinching your fingers together.

'god my food is going to get cold' you thought

'조금 (a little)'

'네, 오케이. 제 친구들은 돈을 걸었어요 (my friends bet money),,, for 데이터 (date)?' he hummed, gazing away from you and holding his chin. you looked around him to the group of soldiers gathered at the other end of the restaurant, their attention solely on you and the masked soldier at your table.

you looked back at the masked soldier, a hot anger rising in your stomach. fuck these stupid soldiers. fuck this stupid day. you smiled a grin that felt all too fake.

'야, 이름이 뭐예요 (hey, what's your name)?’ your voice was like belladonna, sweet but poisonous.

he grinned, thinking he'd won.

'호랑이’

your smile dropped in an instant. 'horangi. tiger. what a stupid name' you thought bitterly.

you raised your spoon, grabbing the handle and wielding it like a weapon:

'호랑이 씨, 축을래요?! (horangi sir, do you want to fucking die?!)'

horangi's eyes widened in shock before crinkling up into tiny half-moons. he leaned forward in his chair, a full body laugh taking hold of him. your mouth dropped open in shock. surely he wasn't laughing at you?

'야, 어떻게! 재웃겨! (wow, what, super funny!)'

you leaned back in your chair, mouth open. he stood up, still laughing.

'진짜 (really)... how do you say... you are 재미있어요 (interesting). 고리고 너무 귀엽다 (and really cute). 데이터 (date) another time? 네 (yes)?'

he stood up, adjusting his mask, before making his way back to the table of soldiers, leaving you confused in his wake. you were cute?

(maybe a part 2?)

(also if ur curious on what i think horangi looks like, look up korean actor seo kangjoon!! in korea mandatory military service has to be done somewhere between 18-30 soooo i think since horangi was in both the korean army, special forces, and now kortac he's probably between 30-38, if he started his service when he was 23-25!)

#cod #call of duty #chubby reader #fat reader #horangi #horangi x reader #kim hongjin #kim hongjin x reader

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pedros-immaculate-vibes · 5 months

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A Peaceful Elf

Part IX

Halsin/Tav fanfic (slow burn, fluff, angst)

Halsin spent a good portion of the afternoon and evening patrolling. It always steadied him, made his heart lighter. Tav didn’t seem to mind the time alone, either. In a camp normally spent with several others, time alone when you wanted was a luxury. Apparently, it was a luxury they both enjoyed.

Dinner consisted of ingredients he had found in the woods while securing the nearby area: puréed sweet potato with a wild onion/celery/carrot base, some assorted spices sprinkled in. Roasted garlic cloves (a little burnt) on leftover bread Gale had made recently. A leafy carrot stalk garnish. Not something he thought would be served by a finer cook, but he took some pride in what he’d managed, all the same.

“My, my, look at this spread,” Tav reached out for the plate and bowl, steam wafting off of the food and into the night air in curls. “Is this because you feel bad for my leg or because it’s hard to make food this pretty for eight grown buffoons?” She closed her eyes as the aroma reached her. “Helm’s beard, that smells amazing.”

A deep laugh rumbled in Halsin’s chest. “I’ve been alive for 350 years with plenty of that time spent out in the wilds. If I couldn’t cook with what nature provided by now, I could scarcely call myself a grown elf, let alone a druid.” He sat down on a chair next to Tav, and kicked his feet up on the other cot. “And mostly because of your leg.” They ate in an oddly comfortable silence for a few minutes, until a light tension seemed to flow between them. Tav was the first to cut it.

—

“So,” in between mouthfuls, and having more gumption with a mostly full belly, “Tell me more about yourself. I feel like we’ve been traveling for weeks,” swallows a mouthful, “you’ve probably saved my life twice now: when the gnolls came and you healing my leg right afterward,” another spoonful, “and I feel like I still haven’t gotten to know you properly yet.”

He paused, thoughtfully looking at his bowl, “It’s true, and I can’t imagine I helped with that. Sometimes, I can let the task at hand consume me,” a huff like a tired laugh, and he lifted his head to look out at the night sky beyond the tent canopy, “people have said I can get a bit obsessed. Ha, believe me,” he looked back down at his bowl, scraping for another spoonful, “the day I no longer have to talk about the shadow curse will be a very happy one,” almost rueful. Then, his face brightened a few shades and he looked at you, “What would you like to know?”

You nestled your now empty bowl on top of a pack near the cot, and propped your head up with an arm. You decided to go for something obvious and smiled to yourself. “Well, for starters, you’re kind of LARGE for an elf, aren’t you?”

Halsin smiled in shock, “I AM?” in an incredulous tone.

Chuckling, he continued, “Trust me, it’s been said. You’ve shown more restraint than most in avoiding the subject until now.” He sighed. “It’s a natural question but I have no good answer, I’m afraid. Perhaps, there’s a half-orc buried somewhere deep in my ancestry,” shrugging his shoulders nonchalantly. “Or perhaps not. Sometimes, I think conventional wisdom is too narrow about what a person can or can’t be. Stranger things have happened, to be sure.” He rose and took your bowl on top of his, bringing them to the wash bucket near the center of camp. “Anything else?” he offered, smirking back at you while scrubbing the dishes clean.

“I don’t know, let me think a minute,” pensively drumming your fingers on your lips.

Halsin chuckled again. He seemed to enjoy this game, as did you.

Placing the dishes to dry on a towel-covered crate, he began strolling back to the tent.

“I’ve got one: how did you come to be a Druid?”

“Ah, that is a good one,” he nodded, sitting back down in the chair with an Umph and stretching his long legs out onto the cot once again, crossed at his ankles. He looked up at the tent ceiling, calm as he recollected. “I had a friend when I was young, long ago. He played with me in the forests where I grew up…eventually, I realized no one else had heard of him. His name was Thaniel.” A light chuckle, “Nature was my very first friend. I continued to age, but he never changed a day.” A look of loyalty shined in his face. “I knew then that I had to be more than just a companion to him, I had to be a protector.”

That’s quite noble, you thought, not surprised in the slightest. “Hm, that’s a good reason.”

“I thought so,” his smile had a hint of sadness.

You could see the shadow of melancholy and decided it was time for a new question. “What’s something I would never think to ask?”

Halsin brightened. “Ha, alright, let’s see,” he bit the inside of his cheek while he thought, knitting his fingers behind his head and flexing his thick arms back.

His arms—

He gave you a sideways glance, “Um, I suppose you wouldn’t be shocked to learn I like animals and nature?” he said self-consciously, as if he were telling a hackneyed joke to an audience. “Haha, I know, well-trodden territory,” he looked back up at the tent ceiling. It was cute to see him with his guard down; it made you wonder how often he had ever let it down at camp.

“Hm, let’s see,” he continued, genuinely trying to find something unique about himself worth telling; that exercise alone made him uncharacteristically off-balance. “Well, I—uh, whittle in my spare time?” He intoned as if asking for validation. “And I have something of a sweet tooth, although everyone is always very amused when I say ‘I like honey’,” a quick exhale through his nose showed mild irritation.

“Oh, really?” You were genuinely surprised, unsure as to why, and you wanted to make sure he knew you were interested in what he had to say. It came across as if no one had asked him something like this in a long time, if ever. “What do you whittle?”

Momentum jumped back into his answer, “Oh, a few things. Ornaments, utensils,” he paused, lost in thought for a moment, “and ducks. I like ducks.” He looked back down at you with one of the purest smiles you had ever seen in (what you could remember of) your life.

You adjusted your chin to the palm of your hand and your head to your shoulder with a quiet laugh, “So you turn into a bear and you like honey?” You lifted your eyebrow with a smile. “That’s a little on the nose, don’t chya think?” You couldn’t stop your eyes from softening; there was something about him…

“I like what I like,” he stated, then added with a humorous, confident air, “Once you get to my age, you realize there’s no point in denying yourself, so long as other’s aren’t affected.”

Simple as that.

I wonder what else he doesn’t deny himself…

You could feel your blood begin to ignite, again.

“Well, I can’t argue with that.” You didn’t fight the flame this time; it was exhausting and futile and would make you awkward and conspicuous. Instead, you found solace in the fact that you wouldn’t act on the flame, however high it razed you. You settled further into your cot and blankets, beginning to feel drowsy. “Thank you for sharing,” you nodded, daintily.

A quiet smile painted his face and he rested his arms down, turning in his chair to face you a bit more. He rested his elbows on his knees. “Thank me by returning the favor. Come on, I’m sure you’ve got something better than carving ducks,” he added, playfully.

“Ha, well, okay, um…” seconds passed while you thought. You rolled onto your back (so you would be less distracted by him) and stretched your arms up and behind your head. “I don’t remember much from before the crash…Oh, here’s one: I love fields of flowers, but I’d rather have a field full of herbs, like marjoram or cilantro or mint, any day,” you perked up. “They smell deep and green—complex. It’s hard to explain—like, there’s more to them than the vibrance that lasts until a light frost. Let’s see…what else,” you scrunched your face up at the gently undulating tent fabric. “Ah! I’m deathly afraid to try Lae’zel’s cooking.” You both snickered. “Would I trust her with my life? Absolutely, unless that involved a spatula.”

“Fair enough,” he replied, still smiling to himself. A few pleasant seconds passed. He sighed and began to stand up. “Well, I should get back to my studies. Thank you for the company,” he bowed his head minutely like a gentleman and began to leave the tent when—

“Wait.”

He waited.

“I—So, I don’t know how to ask without it sounding strange…” you looked pensively at your feet. “When all of us were here, it made sense to have separate tents. We all made a perimeter. But we’ve gone from eight to two…”

“…You want me to stay…”

“Even if only until I fall asleep,” you looked back up at him, trying very hard not to sound pathetic. “I keep imagining something coming in the middle of the night,” whether it was a gnoll or a butler, you couldn’t decide. You just knew it felt like it would be a restless night, and you were still an easy target. “If you did stay, well, four ears are better than two,” you chuckled weakly, hoping that including logic into your request would help.

He nodded thoughtfully. “You’re not wrong. Perhaps…perhaps it would be wisest,” his expression shifting from strained to relenting. “Do you mind if I study with a lantern on?”

Relief flooded you. “Not. At. All.”

He smiled back, “Right. Then, I’ll be back.”

Grateful he took the request the way you had intended, you relaxed back into the makeshift pillow. It would still be a restless night knowing everyone was out doing gods-know-what, but having at least one other person nearby at night made you feel safer, if only by a fraction.

And the fact that it was him…you couldn’t decide if that comforted you or put you more on edge.

I wonder if he snores.

—

Halsin returned to the tent, batting away an errant moth, books stacked neatly in hand. Atop the tomes sat a mirror. “I forgot to tell you, Astarion wanted you to have this,” he mentioned, handing Tav the glass. “He said you might be in need of it.”

“Where those his exact words?”

Halsin looked away, busying himself with preparing the newly claimed cot. “More or less.”

“HA, I’m sure. You’re a bad liar, bear-man, but that’s a good fault to have. Gods, he can be a prick, sometimes.”

“Hm, that’s bear-elf, to you,” he grinned. Another lull before he spoke, “I do not pretend to understand your relationship with him, but I believe he meant it as a kind gesture.”

Tav held it thoughtfully, “I know. He always adds a bit of salt to the sweetness.” She paused, “He can be hard to get close to, at times.”

“Mm, he probably has some very good reasons for that. People often do. Perhaps, his trust has been broken one too many times, and you are the first to challenge that pattern.”

Tav looked at him strangely, like he was the first to ever say birds could fly or trees came from seeds. “Perhaps.” She clearly wished to change the subject, and asked in a milder tone, “What books do you have this time?”

“More literature regarding cursed lands and the Underdark, nothing more,” he replied lightly, reordering them on the table before sitting in the cot. It creaked and stretched audibly. He held one in his hands, hair rustling around his downturned face as he began to study.

—

The way he said “literature” made your brain tick pleasantly.

“You seem to take the shadow curse very to heart,” you noted.

“Well there’s hardly anyone left to share the responsibility with,” he looked up from the first page. “What Ketheric released onto Moonrise is not something that nature can resist alone. I must do what I can.”

“That must be a heavy burden to carry alone,” you mused solemnly. “Do you know how it can be stopped?”

“Perhaps,” he angled his head from side to side, considering, “but we need to get closer before I can put my theory to practice. Put it from your mind for now. Once we near the curse, then there will be more to be said.”

If you hadn’t been so tired, you might have put up more of a fight; there were clearly things he hadn’t shared regarding where your journey took you.

Instead, your eyes focused on moths fluttering around one of the strung up lanterns in the tent, and with each passing breath, you slid further from the waking world, hearing “Rest, dear one,” somewhere between life and dreams.

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moon-thething · 1 year

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Hey, so I had an idea again. I mostly just thought of this because I was curious though.

Perhaps Kevin x Reader has where he's married to the reader? Or has of how he'd be if he were married to someone, anyway.

- Kevin Anon

Hello again Kevin anon :) sorry it took me this late to reply 😅 but I hope you like these head canons anyway :)

Romantic or platonic?: Romantic

Readers gender: gender neutral

Type: Fluff

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Kevin's proposal would be an absolute disaster. And I don't mean that in a mean type of way

He would pick to be in a saluted area, maybe like a woods. He would set up a picnic, romantic music, he even has a movie ready on his phone!

But would be stuttering ten times more than usual and he almost dropped his ring once when he was checking if it was still in his pocket

But, after all of that embarrassment he would finally get down on one knee... And say the most cringe and corny crap possible. It came from the heart though! Eh.. kinda

"Y/n." Kevin sighed, looking deeply into Y/n's eyes as he felt his hear flutter. He got down on one knee, grabbing a small black box as you gasped, your hands flying to your mouth

"I may not be the richest, but I promise to love you richer than anyone else. Will you marry me?" You stifled a laugh as tears rolled down your eyes

"Yes!"

He may or may not have made your proposal a joke, but you'll never know

Your proposal wouldn't be anything too big, just a couple of friends and family members, nothing too special. Although Kevin does go all out, ordering decorations and food for the wedding he even paid a professional painter to paint a portrait of you to

But when the wedding is over you best believe he would cuddle you to death when you're finally in your home... Not gonna go into further detail since this is supposed to be fluff

He would be the type of husband who wakes up really early just to make you breakfast. Would make your favorite meal at least once a month

My guy works at a candy shop did you expect a Gordon Ramsay level dish? Nah, you're getting cereal for breakfast, toast if you're lucky that day

I can see him just sneaking up behind you when you're doing dishes and sneak in a dirty plate. You always catch him but it makes you smile when he thinks he managed to go unnoticed and laughs evily while running out

He wouldn't be always like that, if he wasn't tired that day from work he would do everything and let you rest. And when I say everything, I mean everything. Do the dishes, the laundry, clean the bedroom, clean the bathroom, everything that comes to mind, although he lets you cook lunch and dinner since, gonna mention it once again, he only knows how to make cereal and toast

He has a little booklet for every event since he is forgetful. He makes something special for your anniversary, and by special I mean he either takes you to a diner, a carnival or the place where he proposed to you

Same goes for your birthday, he would buy you simple gifts suck as a necklace. Or if you saw something in a store a couple of months ago he would memorise the exact object and buzz it for you

If you have a sweet tooth he would sneak candy out of his workplace at least once to twice a week. No doubt

When he has days off he would either spend the whole day with you or lock himself in your bedroom and sleep, half of the time he cuddles with you

Your marriage isn't completely a bed of roses, you do get in fights but not that often. If you two did fight it would be over something serious, not gonna list of the things but you get the idea

Now, for the apologizing it really depends on who started it

If Kevin started the fight he would apologize when he calmed down enough and when he knew you were calm enough

But if you started the fight he would lock himself in your bedroom and won't get out untill you knocked on the door and apologized. More often than not, he would accept your apology and you two would hug it out and he'll give you a peck on the lips. But if he didn't you would just leave him alone for him to calm down, he would feel guilty after a while and would leave the room and just hug you

But over all, he really loves and appreciates you, 10/10 would recommend

#spooky month #spooky month x reader #sm kevin #sm kevin x reader #sm kevin x reader romantic hc #gender neutral reader

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shiftingparadise · 1 year

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Monkey (Gojo x Reader)

Okay so, I got this idea when I was daydreaming in the library and I thought it would make a nice story? I don't know if you guys like it too, but I had a fun time while writing this one 🥺. I hope you guys like it though 🤍

warnings: suggestive (but NOT smut), angsty

Enjoy reading ✨

Word Count: 4534

‘Stay’, you sighed, nails digging into your pillow, ‘You don’t have to go’.

‘I do’.

‘No, you don’t’, a silent tear in the corner of your eye, ‘You can’t keep doing this. You can’t keep hurting me like this’.

‘Your choice’.

He was never serious. Not like this.

‘I hate you’.

He knew you did, but you never said it. You never got the courage because you were scared to lose him. He knew what this meant. He knew you had enough; that your heart couldn’t take it anymore.

‘I know’, he picked up his shirt from the ground. ‘I won’t keep waiting for you, Satoru’.

Another fact he already knew, but that still managed to suffocate his heart.

‘I know’, a sad smile on his face as he wanted to pick up his phone from your nightstand.

‘Stay’, you placed your hand on his, preventing him to do so. ‘Stay or don’t come back’.

He hated to see you like this. To see your glossy eyes, begging him to stay.

‘I’m sorry’.

‘Please’, a shaking whisper as he opened your door. ‘I’m sorry Y/N. I’ve never promised you anything else’.

He didn’t, but he felt it too. He knew how you felt and how much it hurt, but that didn’t stop him from doing the right thing. He wasn’t going to drag you into his world, to make you a target. He made a promise to himself, and he was going to keep it.

‘Why? What’s wrong with me? Am I not pretty enough? Are you embarrassed for me? Do you love someone? Someone else? Why? Why am I not good enough for you? Why do you always leave me? Why do you keep ringing my doorbell in the middle of the night, only to leave after you’ve… After we’ve…-‘.

It wasn’t anything like that. You knew that, right? He knew he was an ass for treating you like this, but deep down you knew how he felt… At least that’s what he liked to believe, but he never made it clear, did he? Well, it’s too late for that now…

‘I’m sorry’, his voice so serious, so cold, ‘I’ll see you around’.

He won’t, and that’s okay. He couldn’t be selfish any longer, not when he hurt you like this.

---

‘Where are we going?’, you happily smiled as you intertwined your hand with your lover’s. ‘We’re going to a school’. ‘A school?’, you frowned, ‘What are we-‘. ‘Don’t worry, I just need to take care of something’.

School? He was a private teacher, right? That’s what he told you, so why did he need to-

‘Don’t worry, monkey’, he playfully pinched your cheek, ‘I just need to see an old friend. I need some advice for my next paper’. ‘Oh okay’, you smiled back, ‘Can we get dinner after?’. ‘How about I’ll cook something for you? I want to be the one who takes care of my little monkey’. ‘Even better’, you tightened your grip around his hand as you walked to the car.

---

‘Looks beautiful here’, you let your eyes feast on the charm of the old building, ‘But it’s so quiet. Shouldn’t they be having a break now?’. ‘Only the best get the chance to study here, so there aren’t many students here-’.

That smell. You recognized that smell as you walked into the building.

‘What are you doing here, Suguru?’.

God, your heart broke into a million pieces again.

‘Ah, Satoru!’, Suguru happily turned around, his arms wide open, ‘It’s been so long, too long’.

Gojo wanted to take his eyes away from you, but even if he was looking at your back, he couldn’t. He once adored the way your hair brushed over his cheeks as you sat on top of him. Not to mention the way you looked so pretty as drops of water streamed down your back. He used to envy them because they could touch your soft skin every evening when you showered, and he only once or twice a week.

‘Oh, my, my’, Geto smirked, ‘Where are my manners? Here, this is Y/N. We’ve been dating for a few months’’.

Not him. Why him? Of all the men you could pick from… This wasn’t a coincidence. Suguru did this on purpose. He must’ve followed him one night and saw that he went to your place… Geto found out about you even when he was being so careful.

‘Nice to meet you’, you made a small bow, eyes fixed on the ground. ‘Gojo, nice to meet you too’, his nails pressing into the palm of his hands as he kept them in his pocket.

He wanted to tell you that there was no point in pretending you didn't know him, but he didn't want you to be afraid; to know what kind of man you were standing next to.

‘Oh I have an idea, monkey’, Suguru looked at his friend, ‘It’s been so long since I’ve seen Satoru… Do you mind having him over for dinner tonight?’.

A small twitch as Geto raised his hand, but he knew what it meant. He could see the cursed energy flowing from his digits as Geto happily raised his hand next to his head. It was a threat. If he said no, Suguru would kill you, right here and now – or he’ll try at least.

‘Monkey?’, Gojo forced a smile on his face as he repeated the words.

It might have been a cute nickname to you, but he knew what Geto meant by calling you that. That all who were not ‘worthy’, were nothing but monkeys. Geto was degrading you every time he called you that, and you happily smiled back as he did so.

‘Oh, don’t worry, she loves it’, Suguru petted your head, ‘She’s my little monkey, right?’. ‘Hm’, you forced a smile on your face.

‘I see’, Gojo looked over his glasses at his old friend, his eyes burning in anger, ‘I’ll see you tonight’.

‘Oh monkey, give him your address, will you?’.

‘Here’, you wrote it down on a piece of paper from your purse, ‘I’ll make some curry rice’.

Did you remember? You must have, right? How he used to love your leftovers before he left… but your curry rice was his favorite. He ached when he thought about how many nights he’d sat in your dimly lit kitchen, your cup of tea in your hands as you wore his shirt…

‘See you at 7?’, Geto smiled. ‘Sounds good’, Gojo’s brows drew together as he watched Geto grab your hand. ‘Perfect! Let’s go, monkey. Gojo will tell me more about the subject of my paper during dinner’.

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Your place was still the same. It still had the same scent to it, a scent he came to miss over the past few months.

‘So’, Geto filled up his plate again, ‘I want to talk to you about this paper I’m writing’.

Paper? He didn’t know what lies Suguru had told you, but it didn’t matter at this point.

‘It’s a bit controversial…’, ‘Oh, I don’t doubt it’, Gojo interrupted him. ‘Hm’, Geto smiled back, ‘It’s about the obedience of animals. About how we’re the superior race’.

All that while you were pouring Geto some more wine. All that while he kissed you goodnight, used you, and thought about you as if you were a pet to him. No, you weren’t even a pet to him. You were nothing to him. At best, you were a cancer he needed to get rid of. All non-sorcerers weren’t worthy to live, that’s what Geto believed. Gojo knew that.

‘What do you want?’.

He couldn’t do this any longer. He couldn’t stand seeing Suguru treat you like this.

Your eyes darted towards Satoru. You knew him. You knew that voice. He was being serious. Something wasn’t right. You could smell it in the air, the tensions, the rivalry. Something was wrong.

‘What do you mean? I just want to talk about-‘, ‘I’m done playing games, Suguru’.

‘Is it so obvious?’, Geto smirked, his chin resting on his hand, ‘Because it isn’t to her. It isn’t obvious to the monkeys. The way the world works. The way sorcerers need to protect them. Pathetic, isn’t it?’.

‘Suguru?’, you turned your head to look at the man you came to adore, but he wasn’t there. Nothing of the man you knew was left in his gaze.

‘Shut up. I’m done acting as if I care about a monkey’.

Anger. You weren’t hurt. There wasn’t the same look in your eyes as you had when he left that night.

‘Honestly, how can you care about her, Satoru? I mean, look at her. She’s pathetic, completely oblivious to what’s happening in the world. I get it though. She has a pretty face, but so does Iori, despite the scar-‘.

‘I don’t care for her, Suguru’. ‘Oh please’, Geto sighed as he got up, ‘It’s obvious that you do. I know you. Besides, even if you didn’t… You still wouldn’t let me hurt her’.

Fear. There was fear in your eyes now. Everything he tried so hard to protect you from, to keep you safe…

‘Satoru?’, confused and scared eyes met his, ‘What’s happening?’. ‘Tell her. Tell her what’s happening. Rip her out of her safe, little world. Throw her into the real world where monsters exist’.

Geto knew. He knew how hard he tried to protect you, to keep you safe from all this.

‘What keeps me from killing you?’. ‘Don’t be silly’, Geto laughed as he pinched your shoulders, ‘You can’t with her here. You’ll kill her too. She’s my perfect little pet. Protecting me; protecting the more evolved species’.

‘Leave her out of this. We can talk without her’.

‘Tell her or I’ll kill her’.

He didn’t want to, he wanted to avoid this, but he couldn’t. He had to tell you. Geto never made empty threats.

‘Y-you two are crazy’, you tried to laugh it off, ‘T-this is a joke, right, Suguru? You two are just playing-‘. ‘See?’, Geto sighed, ‘Even if you tell monkeys the truth, they still choose to ignore it because they want to live inside a comfortable lie’.

‘Satoru?’, your body now shaking.

‘I’m sorry’.

The same tone in his voice the night he left. The same amount of regret.

‘What do you want, Suguru?’, Gojo kept his eyes locked with yours, a promise to you, he wouldn't let you get hurt. ‘You, on my side’. ‘Not going to happen, you know that’. ‘At least I asked nicely’, Geto smirked, ‘Well, I guess I’ll see you soon’.

He noticed. He noticed the two special-grade curses hiding outside. No, they weren’t hiding. They were waiting.

‘I’ll take this one with me or the two outside will have some fun’, a smirk on Geto’s face.

He could kill them all. He could do so in a blink, but not if he wanted to keep you safe. Geto wasn’t as strong as him, but he had one advantage that he didn’t. Geto lacked compassion; love.

‘I’ll find you’, Gojo’s voice calm and steady, his eyes filled with anger, ‘Don’t worry’.

He didn’t look as Suguru left through the door, pulling you by your arm behind him. He ignored your sobs, your cries for him to help you. He had to. He couldn’t lose his composure, or he’d do things he’d regret.

---

How long? Was it weeks or months? He never came, did he?

‘Monkey?’.

‘Yes, sir?’, you bowed your head. ‘Be a good pet and make me some tea’. ‘Yes, sir’.

You didn’t argue anymore. You didn’t bother to struggle, to make his tea too hot to drink or his food too salty to eat.

You quietly placed the tea next to him as he watched people beg for him to help them. ‘Oh, monkey?’.

‘Yes, sir’, eyes hanging low, hands trembling.

‘You’ll be sleeping with me tonight’.

You didn’t want to. You never did, ever since he forced Satoru to tell you the truth, but you didn’t have a choice. He wouldn’t let you die, but he could hurt you, in more ways than one.

‘Thank you, sir’.

You had to thank him. He made sure you knew that after the first night with him here.

‘I’ll be having dinner at 5’.

He had servants. Some people admired him, and looked up to him, so why did you have to be his slave?

‘Of course, sir’.

---

‘You still think about him? You still think he’s going to save you?’.

It was bad enough that his eyes were studying your naked body as you stood before him, but it was even worse when he took pleasure in your pain.

‘No’, you swallowed away your tears, your body shaking in fear, ‘He isn’t’. ‘Don’t cover yourself’, he rolled his eyes as he stood up from the edge of the bed, ‘How many times do I have to tell you I want to admire you?’.

To a stranger, his words must have sounded sweet, but you knew why he did this. He wanted to make you feel like an animal behind a cage.

‘Why do you whimper in fear when I touch you? Have I ever hurt you? Have I ever hit you?’, his cold gaze searched for yours as he softly tilted your chin, ‘Did you ever care about me? Could I ever make you as happy as he did?’.

No. He never did, and certainly not now.

‘I could ask you the same’, an answer too bold, ‘But a monkey doesn’t get the chance to ask questions, right?’.

Geto chuckled in response, ‘At least you know your place’.

‘Get it over with, please’, a tear streaming down your cheek. ‘Why do you cry? Why do you pretend you don’t enjoy this? You once loved being called ‘monkey’, you once loved the way you could care for me. Make me my tea, cook dinner for me… Why can’t you just-‘.

‘The moment you sat down at my table with Satoru, the moment you chose to degrade me, to show me who you truly were… Ever since that moment I feel sick just by looking at you, and why does it matter? You don’t care. You don’t care about how I feel, about how miserable you’ve made me-‘.

‘Me? Did I make you miserable?’, he took a step backward, ‘I remember something different. Wasn’t I the one who found you crying in the parking lot of some bar? Who made you feel like that back then? It wasn’t me. It was him. Who was it that left you? Who was it that never took you out on dates? Who only used you for your body? Was it me, monkey?’.

His tone got more aggressive by the second, so you quietly shook your head.

‘Where are you going?’, you softly asked as he walked to the bathroom behind you.

No response. Was he going to kill you? Would this nightmare finally be over?

‘Here’, a warm voice as he wrapped his bathrobe around you, ‘You’ve lost some weight. Have you been eating well?’.

It made you sick. The compassion he faked.

‘Yes’, a lie you knew he wouldn’t bother to unfold. ‘Sit down’, he nodded towards his bed. ‘Don’t worry. I won’t … You know’, he shook his shoulders, ‘Not tonight’.

Right. As if he never said that before.

‘Hm’, he happily sighed as he laid down next to you, pulling you into his arms along the way, ‘Want to know a little secret, monkey?’.

You hated the way he pulled you close, the way his nose dug into your hair as he took in your scent.

‘What?’, you lowered your eyes, your body still trembling with fear. ‘You’re not a monkey. I mean, you’re my monkey, but you’re not a monkey’.

‘What do you mean?’.

‘You see’, he continued as he played with your hair, ‘I’ve done some research, and it seems that your family was a pretty strong family of sorcerers back in the day’.

‘M-my family?’, your heart started to race. ‘Not the ones who raised you, of course’.

‘H-how do you know this?’.

You’ve never told him anything about your past, nor Satoru. You didn’t want them to know how your parents left you when you were little. How you were thrown into a foster home. How lucky you were to be adopted by the ones you called your parents, to grow up in a loving home.

‘As I said, I did some research’, he pulled away to look at your confused expression, ‘I bet you can see curses if you just get the right training. It’s probably just safely stored in here’, his fingers slowly stroking between your breasts, ‘Just the right guidance, the right training… I bet you could be as strong as I am’.

‘Are you making fun of me?’.

‘No’, his brows drew together, ‘I’m being serious. So… If you want, I could train you. I could make you powerful. I could set you free from being trapped inside this boring mind of yours’.

Right. If you weren’t somewhat special, he would’ve killed you months ago.

‘Either way… It’s pointless to explain why I’ve been keeping you here. You already know, don’t you?’, a small kiss on your temple.

‘N-no’.

‘Don’t worry, I’ll explain’, he happily smiled as he jumped out of bed.

He could be so dramatic sometimes. A trait you used to adore.

‘You see’, he raised both his hands in the air. ‘This is me. Geto Suguru’, his right-hand waving in front of him, ‘And this is you. Y/N’, his left-hand now waving next to it. ‘What happens if we… You know’, he clapped his hands together, ‘At some point, you’ll get pregnant, right?’.

‘Excuse me?’, you immediately sat up straight, eyes wide open in shock.

‘I said that you’ll get pregnant’, he happily repeated himself, ‘And since your bloodline is one of a kind and mine too… We’ll have a child with powers even greater than Satoru’s. At least that’s what I think will happen’.

‘I-I’m not going to carry your child’, you slowly got up, ‘I-I won’t’. ‘Yes, you will’, he walked towards you, still smiling, ‘But don’t worry. I want to unlock your cursed energy first’.

---

‘I don’t care if it starts a war. I’ve waited long enough. I won’t abandon her’.

‘I let Sukuna’s vessel walk free for now’, a tired voice, ‘I won’t grant you another-‘. ‘Grant?’, Gojo laughed, ‘Well, I shouldn’t have expected anything else from an old man who still lives in the past’, a lazy yawn. ‘Fine. I’ll just take some of my students on an excursion then. Teach them things about real life and stuff. Well, see you!’.

‘No manners’, Yoshinobu shook his head, knowing he couldn’t do anything to stop the young sorcerer.

---

‘Why are we doing this?’, Maki sighed, ‘I ‘d rather not see that idiot again’. ‘You can do whatever you want. Just wait here’, Gojo childishly waved his three students away, ‘I just needed you guys as a cover for the old man’. ‘Salmon’, Inumaki grabbed both of his friends, ‘Mustard leaf’. ‘Knew I could count on you’, Gojo smiled as he turned around, ‘I’ll see you guys later, and don’t worry. Sushi’s on me’.

He ignored Maki’s protests or the way she scolded him. All his focus was directed toward the building in front of him. Towards the temple that his old ‘friend’, had built; towards you.

‘Again’.

Geto’s voice made his blood boil. Whom was he bullying now?

‘I can’t’.

Gojo froze as he heard your voice. What were you doing? Why did you sound tired? Exhausted even?

'You can. You just have to push through, monkey. Let’s start again. Slower this time’-.

‘Suguru?’, you frowned as his expression changed.

‘Don’t be shy, Satoru. Come in’, Geto smiled at the door. ‘S-satoru?’, your heart dropped to your stomach at the sound of his name.

‘It seems like I’m interrupting something’, he leaned against the doorframe, his eyes quickly studying every part of your body. ‘Are you okay?’, he ignored Geto’s words for a moment, his attention completely focused on you.

This couldn’t be. How could it be? How was there cursed energy flowing from your fingertips?

‘You’ve noticed’, Suguru broke through the silence. ‘She isn’t- She wasn’t a sorcerer’, Gojo tried to hide how worried he felt.

‘She always was. It was just safely stored inside her’.

You weren’t a normal sorcerer. You were strong, even though you never knew anything about this life until a few months ago.

‘S-satoru?’.

Your fragile voice shot right through him.

‘You can show him if you want, monkey. You can show him just how strong your power is’.

‘I-I don’t want to-‘, ‘Monkey, I wasn’t asking’, Suguru’s tone slightly changed as to let you know you didn’t have a choice.

Curiosity got the best of him. He wanted to see how powerful you were, and what your cursed technique was. So he didn’t interrupt, not yet.

‘K-kuro, Nayuta’, you nervously placed your hands together.

This couldn’t be. You couldn’t-

‘You know what her real last name is?’, Suguru enjoyed every bit of this. ‘Impossible’, Gojo forced his eyes away from you, ‘That’s impossible’. ‘I’m sure you’ve heard of them’, Suguru continued, ‘Zenin. They were never that friendly towards girls, were they? Even if it’s their own blood…’.

‘I- I didn’t know, I swear’, you cried out, ‘I- I didn’t-‘.

Silence. He needed some silence. He was furious at his old friend for doing this to you. For ripping you away from your cozy life into this dangerous one. A life you didn’t choose. It was obvious you didn’t want this. He could see it in your eyes.

‘Suguru’, his voice steady and calm, ‘I’m taking her with me. I don't care if I have to burn this whole place down until there’s nothing left but ashes’.

He knew what Geto wanted. How he wanted to use you. You were his ultimate weapon, he knew that.

‘She wants to stay, right monkey?’, Suguru smiled, ‘We’ve talked about her becoming a mother. Wouldn’t that be nice-‘.

‘You’re going too far, Suguru’, Gojo was suddenly standing nose to nose with Geto, ‘I’m taking her with me’.

One wrong answer and he would lose control.

‘Tsk’, Geto narrowed his eyes, knowing he wouldn’t win in a fight against someone whose birth altered the balance of the world. ‘Y/N?’, Gojo kept his gaze locked with Geto’s, ‘Run until you’re outside. You’ll see a girl with dark hair and glasses, a boy with white hair, and a panda. Go with them’.

‘A p-panda?’, you’ve never felt so confused.

‘You can trust them. Go, now’, a stern tone in his voice. ‘O-okay’, you immediately ran outside, adrenaline rushing through your veins. Was this it? The moment you were safe?

‘H-hello?’, you tried not to sound scared, ‘S-satoru, h-he told me I could trust you guys and-‘. ‘Are you Y/N?’, the girl looked over her glasses. ‘I am’, your voice still shaking.

‘This is Panda. Don’t worry about him’, Maki pointed towards the cursed corpse.

---

‘Whoa, so you’re related to them?’, Itadori’s eyes sparkled. ‘I guess?’, your brows drew together as you looked at Maki and Megumi.

‘Come, my sweet, sweet children’, Gojo dramatically clapped his hands, ‘Time for bed’. ‘Ugh’, Nobara rolled her eyes, ‘It was nice to meet you’. ‘Nice to meet you guys too’, you nervously waved them goodnight.

‘Are you okay?’, his tone immediately changed when his students left. ‘Are you hurt? Did he hurt you?’.

‘I’m fine’, you slowly stood up from the table in the common room, ‘Don’t worry’. ‘What happened? What did he do to you?’.

‘Nothing’, you coldly walked past him, ‘I’m tired, I’m going to-‘.

He wasn’t going to let you go. Not this time.

‘Talk to me’, he sounded so sweet, so caring. ‘I know I’ve hurt you, but I wanted to protect you from all this. I didn’t know you could protect yourself-‘.

‘Months’, you almost whispered, ‘For months I’ve waited for you. For months, I was treated like an animal, like a slave. Where were you?’.

‘I couldn’t-‘, ‘You couldn’t?’, you chuckled, ‘Just like you couldn’t stay?’.

‘I’m sorry-‘. ‘You’re always sorry, Satoru, but it doesn’t change anything. It doesn’t change how many times I’ve begged for you to come to get me. It doesn’t change the fact of how many times I needed to … Of how many times he forced me to-‘.

This was it. You were breaking. He could see it in the way you tried to catch your breath, in the way you were sobbing uncontrollably. This was his fault. He did this. If he just listened to his heart, if he stayed with you that night…

‘I’m here’, he pulled your frail body against his, ‘I won’t leave this time. I’ll never leave you again. I promise’.

He knew what Geto did to you. He knew he broke you in ways no one should ever go through.

‘D-don’t touch me, stay away from me!’, you angrily pushed him away, ‘Y-you can’t … You can’t make promises you won’t keep, Satoru! You just can’t’.

‘I won’t leave you this time, no matter how many times you push me away’, he once again wrapped his arms around you, ‘I love you. I’ve always loved you. You can break me, and crush my heart into a million pieces as I did to yours… I’ll always love you, Y/N. No matter what. So, you can try to push me away all you want, but it won’t work. I promise you that it won’t’.

It hurt. Seeing you like this. Your nose dug into his shirt as your hands tugged at the soft fabric, uncontrollable sobs escaping your lungs…

‘Ssh’, he awkwardly placed his hand on the back of your head.

He never did this. He never comforted someone before. What was he supposed to do?

‘Let’s go to my room. I’ll fill up the tub’, he easily lifted you into the air, carrying you towards his room. ‘It’s okay now, you’re safe’, he carefully laid you down on his sheets.

A bath will make you feel better, right? That's what every man does in romantic movies, so it should be a good idea…

‘S-stay’, a soft whimper coming from behind him. ‘But I was going to-‘, ‘Stay, please’, you gently grabbed the fabric of his jacket. ‘Don’t worry’, he grunted as he laid down next to you, ‘I’ll never leave again, Y/N. I promise’.

You were so beautiful to him, so perfect.

‘You’re my little sorcerer now. Can’t believe you’re so strong, and I never even noticed’, he smiled as he stroked through your hair. ‘Just wait…’, you let out an insecure smile, ‘I’ll be able to kick your ass in no time’.

‘Is that a challenge?’, he chuckled.

‘A promise’, you smiled as you eagerly wrapped your arms and legs around him.

He missed this. Your scent, the feeling of your body wrapped around his…

‘I love you too, Satoru’.

‘I know’, he tightened his grip around you, ‘Never doubted that for a second’.

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alenaphale · 2 months

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now i believe it is time to elaborate a little on the subject (everyone in this au is just so chaotic)

• there is one particular rule that not a single meeting of les amis fails to follow — the musicians always complain about professor javert. they literally cannot shut up.

• the artists could never understand their complaints, however, because valjean is such an amazing mentor — he never shouts, never makes any negative remarks, only gives soft suggestions and guidance. and they all respect him greatly, because he really is a professional, to that extent that he can interpret the rules in his own way.

• still, grantaire is systematically late for plein-airs, his hair and clothes in horrible disarray, his head still dizzy from the previous night’s party, but no one can blame him, honestly, because, despite his absolute lack of self-discipline, he somehow manages to get good grades (and not only because of valjean’s soft-heartedness and compassion. i swear.)

• enjolras is always pissed because everyone thinks he follows javert’s instructions blindly at the rehearsals — but he doesn’t, they just have very similar understanding of how an orchestra should work (although, of course, enjolras is more inclined to suggestions from the members, whereas javert is merciless towards ones who ‘cannot even play their part right’). enjolras always stands up for his colleagues, but honestly he never succeeds, for javert’s authority and experience are unquestionable.

• marius is always late for the rehearsals. there have been endless times combeferre sat in his chair in cold sweat, white-knuckled grip on his violin and the bow, knowing that javert will definitely notice poor bloke’s absence and then it will be over for them all.

• during the classes grantaire draws endless portraits of enjolras instead of actual assignments. valjean only sighs at this.

• marius and courfeyrac share an apartment and this is actually so terrible because marius is helpless and courfeyrac is irresponsible but the latter still manages to do the chores while the former is locked in his room for hours staring blankly at the wall. occasionally courfeyrac knocks on his door to bring him some dinner made of the leftovers from the fridge. marius answers with extremely sad and honestly pathetic violin solo.

• joly and lesgles also share an apartment, but in a completely different way. bossuet’s room is a mess and his shirt stains the moment he pulls it out of the laundry, joly cleans the flat in its entirety at least twice a week. bossuet breaks a cup or a plate on a regular basis and burns the pans, joly cooks the most healthy and hearty dinner one can imagine, leaving the kitchen counter perfectly clean. bossuet is always late to classes even if they leave the flat together. bossuet cuts his finger and doesn’t do anything about it, joly shows him a video with horrifying outcome of not washing your fruits properly. sometimes while watching something they fall asleep together in joly’s room, and for once bossuet doesn’t fall from the bed and joly is totally okay with being so close to another human being.

• feuilly made an installation of powstanie listopadowe for his term project. then bossuet ruined it while just walking past it on the exhibition and feuilly was swearing at him in polish for good fifteen minutes.

• combeferre is the one who prints out the scores for the whole orchestra. sometimes he forgets which one was the original — with all the marks javert left for every party — and spends the whole night copying the marks with his own hand. sometimes he hates being a concertmaster, but in the end he does it all out of good will only.

• sometimes when a meeting is over, enjolras and combeferre wait patiently (or not, if courfeyrac and grantaire are too enthusiastic to spend a little more time with them) until everyone takes a bus or a train home, and then they just wonder aimlessly through the streets, discussing everything and nothing in particular. sometimes they talk eagerly to the very break of dawn, and then they still have to show up for the rehearsal strictly at nine o’clock.

there is more to come! in the next post i will probably write about valvert because i love them dearly and of course they are insane even here.

#les miserables #les mis #les amis #enjolras #combeferre #courfeyrac #grantaire #les amis de l'abc #i am consumed entirely by these guys #joly is my baby and i will die on this hill #marius is insufferable

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inhibitionfreewriting · 8 months

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okay so, i definitely got off track of the initial way i planned on writing this, but i got into a groove and... just gonna put it into (at least) 2 parts.

jerma x reader x ludwig (part one)

it starts totally innocuous, you're helping on dollhouse and end up just getting in with the two of them. you click at one of the end of day get-togethers. jerma makes you laugh first and then lud comes over to investigate what's going on and they've both got you doubled over. you end up getting food together and just spend more hours than you should have talking. by the end of the dollhouse event, you're in a group chat with the two of them and by the end of the first week of it existing, it's... always active.

you start to send good morning and good night messages, talk about your day even when they're busy and when they catch up on the memes and stuff you send. they're both busy bees so you know they get back to you when they can, but at some point it starts to make you sad when it's got long periods in between. not just that platonic sad but... longing. you're a little embarrassed over it, but it doesn't really come to an apex when you send a very tired 'ok love you guys im goin to bed'

it makes them both panic separately for the same reason but they don't talk about it on the side. ludwig replies immediately without thinking, 'love you 2, sweet dreams' and jerma replies 49 minutes later after trying to not overthink it (but did for all 49 minutes) a very simple 'love you'. he thinks about deleting it too, or changing it, but he thinks it's better not to and manages to go to bed after some tossing and turning. (and putting on something mind-numbing on his ipad) but that first time comes and goes and it just becomes routine to say it all the time. all the time.

it's not until you go hang out with jerma again that the energy is just.. different, not bad, just different. maybe even a little awkward. your hands are a little sweaty but you two spend the entire night playing dumb shit on the switch and you cook dinner together and somewhere along the line you're sitting next to each other and blurt out that you both miss Ludwig and then laugh and are like haha y-you too? but there's the electricity between the two of you too, and he invites you to stay the night "not like that of course... i mean unless you-" "yes" and you share your first kiss and it's fun and you still just...

you're both still thinking about Ludwig, and he knew you were hanging out but didn't realize it was a date and he feels this empty pit in his stomach because the two of you aren't talking to him even though he knows it's because you two are hanging out. and there's this seed of not jealousy but sadness because he isn't there too.

ludwig comes out with an awkward confession after you and jerma start to hang out more and more. "kinda hate when you guys go on dates tbh" tone is impossible to read through text and you prod him on why and after the conversation starts to get heated you open a call, and it. for what it's worth, the civility between you and ludwig lasts exactly 3 sentences and jerma is really trying to just mediate but once you both start yelling it's impossible (but he definitely feels like he's listening to two children bicker).

"it was one date and we've only seen each other twice! out with it, why is it such a problem only now?? it was two days where you were busy anyway so it's not like we skipped out on a night time video call!"

"that's not the fucking problem!"

"you didn't say anything when jeremy asked you if it was okay?? he asked you!"

"because it's not just you!! it's both of you, both of you are the problem."

"what does that even mean?? how is it--"

"wait, both of us? stop let lud talk"

you stopped out of indignance, almost throwing your headphones down instead of listening to whatever he had to say but with your arms crossed and mouse hovered over the leave call button, you stayed. you couldn't tell if ludwig had walked away from his computer or if he had muted his microphone and just gave up on talking. jerma breaks the silence first and cracks a half hearted joke, "i-i think this is the longest he's gone without talking to us. i don't think we've ever heard him this quiet for so long" it gets the driest chuckle out of you, almost like a pity laugh, but ludwig groans loudly and it genuinely cracks you up further. you can almost see it as he sighs, too, the way his hands are braced against his forehead and it's wrinkled with frustration.

"i fucking... it feels like shit knowing you two are hanging out and i'm all the way in los angeles. it's not just... one of you, it's both of you, i don't know. saying that out loud feels so fucking dumb." but you both scrambled to interject, explaining that you both felt that way too. neither of you knew how to bring it up and that it had been plaguing you especially hard, feeling like one side of the feelings were fake, both jerma and ludwig were scared that it would wildly change the dynamic the three of you had.

but it didn't.

#polyship #jerma x reader #ludwig x reader #jerma x reader x ludwig #bunny writes #we love romance

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dismemberment-on-a-tuesday-night · 6 months

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Eden Vampire AU part five

TW: loneliness, anxiety, captivity, unwanted affection, ruined hope, referenced blood drinking, referenced forced intoxication, implied sleep deprivation, vampire whumpers, human whumpees, multiple whumpers, multiple whumpees

When Michael and Demyan abandoned their drinking game and returned downstairs, Ezra and Liam carried Leo back to their bed. They were passed out, either from blood loss or from the booze, and the best treatment was rest.

Ezra tucked their red hair behind their ear, glad to see that they were still breathing.

It was a quiet night after that, with neither Liam nor Ezra knowing quite what to say. Jun and Flora were nowhere to be found, and Liam was unwilling to leave Ezra on his lonesome for more than a few minutes.

They ate dinner in the early hours of morning, before the sun had set. It was a nice meal of rice, apricots, and warm apple cider. Exactly the kind of thing Ezra would have prepared for himself at home, but Liam proved himself a far better cook.

Christopher returned in the middle of their meal, around the time of night he had promised to return home from whatever business he was on. He sat down beside Ezra, ignoring the look of horror on Liam's face.

"How has night treated you?" he asked. "Kindly, I hope."

"Pretty good," Ezra lied. "Not much has been going on. Liam is nice though."

"I'm very pleased to hear that."

Liam sighed softly in relief. He held a fork in one hand, clearly wanting to continue eating, but unable to get over his anxiety to do so.

"Your brothers are awful though," Ezra continued, flinching as Liam dropped his fork in shock.

"What happened?" Christopher gently put his arm around Ezra. "Are you hurt?"Ezra shook his head.

"I'm not. But Leo-"

"He walked in on one of Michael and Demyan's drinking games," Liam interjected, his chest rising and falling with rapid breaths. "He didn't take it well, sir."

"Oh my." Christopher shook his head slowly. "Perhaps I should check in with poor miss Leonarda. I don't know how much tighter of a leash I can put my brothers on. They're always getting into some trouble or other."

Ezra wasn't sure how Christopher counted actual torture counted as getting into trouble, and he didn't ask. What on earth went on in this hellhole? And, more importantly, what was going to happen to Ezra in this hellhole?

"I am going to sleep," Christopher said. "I recommend you both to do the same. We will talk more this evening."

"Good night, sir," Ezra said. "Wait, I mean good morning. Sleep well."

Christopher kissed Ezra on the cheek before leaving the room. It took all of Ezra's self control not to flinch away from the affection. Christopher's footsteps faded into the distance before disappearing entirely while descending the stairs.

"Word to the wise," Liam hissed. "Don't tell any of the vampires that you have a problem with their siblings. Christopher might have taken it well just this once, but that doesn't mean you can't get in trouble."

"Right, sorry." Ezra yawned. "I'm just sleepy. Not really thinking straight. It's been a long night."

"Christopher is right about one thing. You need some sleep. It's winter, so the days are short. I'd recommend sleeping them away. Only time you won't be interrupted by the vamps wanting a snack."

Ezra finished his meal and cleared his plate, leaving it in the sink to wash later. Liam did the same, scraping what he hadn't eaten into the trash.

"So, when does the whole blood drinking thing start?" Ezra asked, as casually as he could manage. "It's been two days. I thought it would have happened at least once by now."

"Most vampires only feed once or twice a week," Liam explained, avoiding looking at Ezra. "My guess is that it'll start tomorrow, maybe the day after. It hurts like a bitch, but there's no point complaining."

"Yeah, I can imagine being bit doesn't feel great. I'll try not to scream too loudly."

Ezra didn't feel particularly anxious about the whole thing. In fact, his anxiety got worse when he was out of survival situations. At least now he had something tangible to dread. The slow tigers chasing him had been replaced with very very fast ones.

"I'm glad you're taking the time to hang out with me," Ezra said cautiously. "It's nice. I think I'd get lonely really quick without you."

"No problem, kid." Liam put a hand on Ezra's shoulder, in an almost fatherly gesture. "We can't fight with each other. Not when we've got a common enemy. Flora and I decided that a long time ago. Now, you should get to bed before the familiars start bothering us. They do clean up during the day."

"I thought vampires having familiars was just a thing in bad television. Like in that What We Do in the Shadows movie or whatever."

"Nope, they're real. And annoying as all get out. Running around in Ren Faire costumes and trying to earn enough favor to get turned. The ones in this house are mostly twenty year old Russian-American guys with nothing better to do."

"If they're free to come and go, why would they help us?" Ezra knew the answer, but he still couldn't help but ask the question. "That doesn't seem right."

"They just don't care enough to. It's as simple as that. No one from the outside is going to help you. I thought we could get help from a vampire hunter once, when he came to call. But he just ended up in bed with one of the vamps." Liam sighed, looking as world weary as a man ten years his senior. "You can't trust anyone but your fellow prisoners. The faster you learn that, the easier time you'll have."

"I've never trusted anyone but myself," Ezra admitted. "At least I have you to confide in now. I can't remember the last time I had a… friend."

Liam ruffled Ezra's hair, a sad smile softening his scowl lines. "Off to bed now. We'll talk more tomorrow. The daylight won't last long, and it isn't safe to sleep during the night. I can't wait for summer."

Ezra did what he was told, walking silently to bed and tucking himself in under fur blankets. He wished he was brave enough to hug Liam, but even calling him a friend was pushing his comfort zone to a breaking point. The blankets were comfortable, and the room was warm. So, he soon drifted off into sleep.

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backgroundbaker · 7 months

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Sticky: Fic 6 for @remadoramicrofics

Content warning: language and implied references to abortion

Note: Believe it or not, I started this thinking I was going to write a fluffy piece - and this is literally anything but. Sorry! I'm noticing in my own writing, having done it for 6 days now, that this might be a trend. I'm setting myself the challenge of trying to write a few more happy things next week. We'll see...

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He sits on the sofa in the living room, a blanket pulled tight around his shoulders. He's a few days post moon and there's a chill in his body that's lingered on slightly more than it usually would. His hands are curled round a steaming mug of tea, which he brings to his mouth every so often, though every time he has attempted to take a sip, he's found it still too hot. The book that's open in his lap he's only got half an eye on - instead he's listening to his wife as she moves about in the kitchen, baking something - most likely Sticky Toffee Pudding.

Dora is surprisingly good with cooking and baking, despite her clumsiness. She always makes a mess of the kitchen, and inevitably drops a spoon or two, but Remus has always loved the food she makes. Her mum does too, probably because Dora has a similar cooking style to her dad. They used to come round once a week for dinner, before Ted ran off into hiding, but now Andromeda comes over on her own twice a week, sometimes more. At least it keeps them on top of the dishes - a job that wouldn't get done otherwise.

Putting up with Andromeda seems to be one of the few things that himself and Dora can bond over. Without Ted to tamper her down, condescending insults come flying out her mouth unguarded, and no-one is safe from being a target. They both know she doesn't really mean it, but her overly critical comments are still hurtful.

"You're still here, then," everytime he opens the door to her.

"You're not exactly glowing, are you?" aimed at poor Dora one time when she had her head in the toilet.

He even kicked her out early once, when she nearly reduced her daughter to tears with some harsh words about her being unprepared for motherhood. Despite the fact he hated that Dora had been hurt, his heart had soared a little at the genuine gratitude on her face when she looked at him after that. It was the only emotional expression she'd given him, other than cold indifference, for weeks. A guilty part of him thought he would be sad if Andromeda gave up the insults, as he would miss the looks that Dora and him get to share behind her back.

It was obviously his own fault that his marriage had been reduced to two people acting like barely-friendly housemates. He wanted to fix it, badly, but Dora wasn't letting him. He had attempted to come back positively, leading with how excited he was to have a baby with her and how sorry he was for leaving. She had looked him dead in the eye and asked, icily, if she should cancel her appointment for the next week, seeing how he was so excited for a baby now. He thought the right answer would be an enthusiastic yes, of course they should keep the baby. He had tried to keep out of his voice the slight shock and disappointment he felt that she would even make such a plan, but he was not sure he had managed it. Her response was a very angry "fuck off, Remus" followed by her expressing she was done living her life doing whatever pleased him, whenever he wanted.

In the end, the appointment was cancelled for her by the Death Eaters taking over St. Mungos. This angered her further, turning against him more, annoyed he always seemed to get his way despite him changing his mind every five minutes.

"You wanted to be friends, and so I was your friend. Then you wanted space, and I gave you that space. Then you wanted to have sex, so we did. Then you thought you'd made a mistake so you kicked me out the bed. You wanted comfort so I let you fall asleep in my arms. When I needed comfort, you weren't sure it was right for us to be in the same room. Then you wanted to get married, so we did. Then you didn't want the baby, so you left. Now you want the baby again and I guess you're going to get it. The fact I'm not sure I really want this isn't going to factor, is it?"

"You wanted this relationship, Dora," he reminded her, "you were the one who made a scene and pushed so hard for us to be together, in spite of me being unsure about it. So I think it's unfair to say you never get what you want."

"Guess we're both as bad as each other. How very deserving we are."

That was the last thing she had said to him on the subject and that was when the cold indifference began. She let him stay at the house, probably because she felt he had nowhere else to go. They sometimes spoke, only about the most neutral of subjects, and occasionally she even let him rub her back when she was sick. But that was it.

Now that leaves him sitting on the sofa, while she prepares dinner for her mother coming over. He can tell by the smells wafting under the door that she's definitely making Sticky Toffee Pudding. It's her favourite and she's very good at it. Remus has to admit that it's delicious, but his favourite is chocolate brownies. She used to make them all the time, but she hasn't made them once since he left and came back. He really misses her chocolate brownies.

#remadora #nymphadora tonks #remus lupin #remadora microfics #not happy times

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vee-nvs · 2 years

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🏷 — LUCIEN X READER

🔖 — you and lucien make a deal

📍 — mention of a bare chest (m), modern! au, gn! reader (you/ your pronouns)

“i like your nose”

you rolled your eyes at your boyfriend, who held you in his arms.

“don’t try and fool me, i’m getting a rhinoplasty the first chance i get”

“i mean, if you don’t really like it, i’ll support you. but i do think you have a pretty noose.” lucien said, pecking it before gently biting it, making you giggle.

“so let’s make a deal.”

“oh, shit, no”

“whyy?” you giggled again, giving him a weak push on his naked chest.

“i learned the hard way to never make deals with you, sweetheart. they are kind of unusual.”

“just because i tricked you once or twice to get what i wanted…”

“once or twice?!”

“fuck you, you liked it.”

“yeah, gotta admit it’s one of the things i admire about you.”

“you mean, my ability to out-smart you?”

“i’m gettin’ up.” he moved to sit on the bed, but you held his arm.

“wait, wait! i promise this is a nice deal that doesn’t involve you cooking dinner for me for a whole week.”

“i’m listening”

“i’ll believe you like my nose and even start trying to like it if you promise to do the same with your scar.” you said, gently tracing the mark on his face.

and only because you were really close did you notice how lucien seemed on the edge of crying, his eye shining with tears.

“yeah, that deal is nice.” he said with a choked voice he failed to mask.

that was another part of you lucien loved, probably one of his favorites - the way you looked at him as if he was worthy of being loved, and how you always managed to make him believe you.

he gave you a kiss on your forehead and started playing with your hair as he pulled you closer to him. as if it was your second nature, you cuddled him, getting comfortable and feeling your eyes heavier.

lucien smiled down at you, seeing you fall asleep. and when he thought you had slept, he whispered:

"i love you."

"love you too, lu" you murmured back.

#lucien x reader #lucien vanserra #lucien headcanons #lucien imagine #lucien drabble #acotar headcanon #acotar imagine #acotar x reader #fluff

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daylightaftertherain · 1 year

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1 but Simon sings off-key?

asdhkhjf YES ANON

I have a popstar!simon au somewhere in my pile of wip ideas, so in this one simon's a famous singer and I make him sing taylor songs <3

Wille's day was going as expected, up until the popstar struggling through Taylor Swift in the car next to him.

He'd gone to his only class for the day, endured an hour long phone call from his mother, complained about it to the group chat, and again in a phone call to his brother, then gone to pick up some groceries while ducking multiple paparazzos.

All normal things (his therapist would probably disagree, admittedly), or as normal as one could get while being a sleep-deprived uni student and the crown prince of the country, anyway.

He's unloading groceries and random supplies for Madison's most recent crochet project into his car (his bodyguard drives the car, but close enough) when the singing begins. He pauses, does a 360 around the parking lot, and lands on a figure in the car right next to him, who's singing very loudly and very badly.

This wouldn't be out of the ordinary with most people, Wille included, but the person singing is Simon Eriksson. As in, internationally recognized and openly gay popstar, Simon Eriksson, who broke multiple records with his first album alone, who is about to go on tour in a week, and is in running for Best New Artist at the fucking Grammys. Simon Eriksson, who's gotten himself in minor scandals after multiple anti-monarchist posts. Simon Eriksson, sitting in a car a couple meters away from Wille with his hair up in a messy bun, singing off key but still looking devastatingly gorgeous.

Wille is also slightly obsessed with him, but that's besides the point.

Simon is singing along to an old Taylor Swift song (the rerecorded version, though. Felice and the girls keep him updated on things like that), and it's not going too well. Wille was dumped into piano lessons at age ten, so he has at least some knowledge. He's not sure his mother meant for him to use that knowledge to drool over compilations of Simon belting out high notes perfectly, though.

Said singer has just reached the bridge, and his voice cracks right in the middle of it, prompting a loud and exasperated "motherfucking shitballs."

Wille bursts into laughter, naturally. Simon's head whips up, and his eyes go wide at a prince wheezing at him as the music shifts from "You Belong with Me" to "Enchanted." This is a pretty bad first meeting to the meet-cute song, he muses half-hysterically.

"Okay, either my brain's been completely cooked by this fucking plague, or you're the... crown prince, laughing at what I assume is my singing," Simon comments, rolling the window down with a confused smile.

"God, I'm sorry, that was just really funny to me for no reason," Wille gasps, reining back his laughter with every bit of experience he's gathered from years of keeping up a proper appearance at royal events. "I swear i'm not being an asshole or anything, it's just been a kinda long day, and you- you're Simon Eriksson."

"Wow, a prince knows my name," Simon drawls, "I'm flattered, Your Majesty." (he's using the wrong term and it shouldn't be cute, but it is)

"Just call me Wille," he says, finally recovering from his laughing fit.

"Sure, Wille."

"And uh, you don't have to answer, but.. what was that?"

Simon huffs, but the smile doesn't leave his eyes. "I was stupid enough to get a cold four days before tour, and it's been fucking up my singing. My manager's threatened my life twice already, my tour manager is on the brink, my mother's about to camp outside my house with soup, and my sister called me a quote unquote 'lovable idiot'" he sighs, emphasizing his point when he sneezes violently at the end of his spiel.

"That sucks, I can kinda relate," Wille says sympathetically, "I got the flu the day before a state dinner once and had to stand and shake people's hands for two hours."

"The struggles of being public figures," Simon says dramatically, cracking another smile when Wille giggles embarrassingly like a fucking sixteen year old. He cannot believe he's meeting his gay crush of over two years in a parking lot after laughing at his illness-affected singing. This is terrible. He'd also like to keep talking to Simon for another three hours.

"I-Is your manager as scary as she looks in photos?" Great job, Wille, you're revealing exactly how deep into this fandom you are to the subject of said fandom.

Realization creeps across Simon's face, and Wille wants to die. "Oh, you're a fan, huh?" he smirks. Wille shrugs faux-casually. Simon laughs.

"Well, to answer your question, Vera is probably scarier, but she's secretly a softie who definitely loves me. She'd probably stab me if she knew I said that, though."

Just then, Wille's bodyguard coughs quietly behind him; a sign that they should probably get going before someone notices him talking to another also highly recognizable figure. Simon's eyes swivel to her briefly then back to Wille.

"Well, I've had bodyguards for long enough that I know you should probably go, but hey, I'll DM you on Insta or something and get you tickets to a show if this sore throat doesn't send me to an early grave," Simon offers.

"Oh- um, okay," Wille agrees. He sees Simon's face soften into a warm smile, one that takes over his entire face, and he waves cheerfully before rolling up the window again and attempt to sing along to the Glitch chorus as he drives away.

(Their stupid first conversation is Simon's favorite thing to bring up at a party a year later and seven months into their relationship.)

-💜🎶-

simon you silly silly man, you let your throat rest, not strain it even more by attempting high notes that will absolutely not help

#ask game #anon #simon eriksson #prince wilhelm #young royals

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