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rafesapologist · 10 months

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the set up — rafe cameron

𝘀𝘂𝗺𝗺𝗮𝗿𝘆: you've been one of the pogues since childhood, and your loyalty has always lied within your friend group, who is practically your family. when a threat by the name of rafe cameron begins to threaten the pogue's plans, they assign you to gain the trust of the dubious kook and keep an eye on what he's up to. however, now it's been six months since your friends set you up to spy on the kook prince himself, but what you didn't anticipate was to fall head over heels for the boy. your relationship had soon become inviolable shortly after your guys' first exchanges, much to your friends' dismay, and you two became practically inseperable. that was, until rafe discovers the truth.

𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴(𝘀): angst, cussing, mentions of alcohol use, some mentions of violence

𝗮𝘂𝘁𝗵𝗼𝗿'𝘀 𝗻𝗼𝘁𝗲: she's a bit of a long one so bare with me. there will likely be a part two!

It was 9 o'clock at night and your phone was abnormally barren and noiseless. Nightfall was creeping up on you before you knew it, distracted by the long day of galavanting at the chateau with your best friends'. On a typical day, by the time the sun was setting your boyfriend, Rafe, was eager to call you and maunder about his day. It never mattered what his schedule consisted of, whether it was golfing with topper and kelce, or working with his dad, he made it a part of his routine just to call you and hear your voice before the day was over.

However, this night was different. It was unusual for Rafe to not at least shoot you a text letting you know he wouldn't be calling for a bit, something he usually did when he was busy. Perhaps he was caught up in family matters with his dad and couldn't get to the phone? You thought. But it was still out of character for him not to find a way to contact you, even if it costed him being scorned by his dad.

You sat cross-legged at the foot of your bed, pondering. You began to feel an itching urge to text him and ask if everything was okay, but you hated feeling pushy and your pride was always one to get the best of you in most situations. The idea of texting Sarah soon came to mind and seemed like the best route to take without disturbing your boyfriend in the chance that he genuinely was extremely busy and couldn't get to the phone. You unlocked your phone and went straight to the iMessage app, immediately finding Sarah's contact and beginning to type out a quick message. But, before you hit send, your body began to feel hot and your hands went clammy. Your mind was beginning to get the best of you as it started to race with unnerving thoughts that clouded over your prior hopefulness. Despite how close you were with Sarah, you feared that if you were to ask her what Rafe was up to, she'd become aggravated at your nosiness. But by the growing hour, the urge to find out became overwhelming.

Your fingers shakily typed out a short, to-the-point message followed by them instantly hitting send.

*Y/N: hey, i haven't heard from rafe all day and i'm getting a little worried tbh. is everything okay??*

Your eyes flickered over the delivered message for what felt like a million times as you found it harder to sit still with the nimiety of anxiety coursing through your veins. Your foot tapped vigorously while you bit at your brittle nails. You couldn't seemed to get past the thought of something bad happening to the boy you loved so deeply, and the mere cogitation of the scenario made you feel sick to your stomach.

*SARAH: hey! that's odd. i have no idea, i haven't heard from anyone. maybe stop by my house and see what he's doing? i know wheezie is there, she'll let you in :)*

You breathed out a sigh of relief at her response, thanking the girl mentally for providing you some sort of response, although clarity was not fully provided and the answer as to what was up with Rafe still remained undetermined. But Sarah's message was enough solace to muster up the strength to head over to the Cameron's household, hoping with everything inside of you that your boyfriend was in there. Enough time had passed to where you didn't even care if it was just him ignoring your texts, you just needed to know if he was alright.

After a brief interval of stalling out of pure apprehension, you finally coaxed yourself into driving over to the Cameron's estate. Your legs sped down the stairs hurriedly, making your way passed the coat rack as you snatched the car keys off of it before sprinting out the front door without acknowledging your parents who watched you exit the house with an alarming haste. Their attempts to call out to you and ask where you were going went ignored as you were too focused on one specific thing - Rafe. You wanted to get to him, you needed to get to him.

The fifteen minute drive felt like two hours as you sped to your boyfriend's house, so eager to locate him that you barely realized the speed that you were going down residential areas. But you couldn't care less about anything else than the boy that was prominent in your mind, the one that you spent nearly every single day and night with over the last six months; some of the best in your life so far. Tears begin to prick at your eyes as you gave attention to the thought of losing Rafe, hating how vulnerable and manic you felt in that moment during the drive. Memories of the boy flooded through your thoughts, ones of him holding you as close as he possibly could while you two fell asleep entangled in one another, peppering soft kisses on your face and neck during early mornings just to wake you up because he knew how much you despised getting up before noon, and all the times he would go out of way just to make you happy. Everything about your relationship with Rafe was perfect, regardless of how much your friends' hated the fact that you were together, considering he was at the top of their enemy list.

Once the visual of the enormous white mansion came into view, your heart began to feel as if it was going to pop right out of your chest. Your foot nearly slammed into the floorboard as you raced onto the property's driveway, wasting no time to put the car in park and scurry up the steps that led to the front porch. With three swifts knocks at the door, you were quickly met with the familiar face of the beloved youngest Cameron sibling, Wheezie.

"Y/n! What are you doing here?" Wheezie questioned, a vaunting smile present on her freckled face.

"Hey Wheeze, have you seen Rafe anywhere? I haven't heard from him all day." You confessed timidly while you attempted to keep a calm composure around the adolescent girl, fearing that you'd alarm her if you expressed your true state of distress.

A noticeable frown grew on Wheezie's face in response to your inquiry, which automatically planted a nauseous feeling at the pit of your stomach. Her eyes averted from your gaze and fell to the ground in avoidance to your burning gaze of worry, "Rafe is.. In the kitchen. He got home a few minutes ago, but I feel like I should warn you before you go see him." She admitted diffidently with her stare still pinned at the ground just before your feet.

"What is it, Wheezie?" You catechized due to her visible hesitancy, a state you had only seen the young girl in once when she witnessed Rafe in a yelling match with is dad, one that nearly resulted in him hitting Ward straight in the face.

"He doesn't look very good, Y/n. When he came home he.. He looked like he was on something and he had blood on him. His eyes were all bloodshot, too. I've never seen him this angry before, I think something happened. I don't know what's gotten into him." Wheezie admitted hastily, displaying a sense of urgency that sent goosebumps across your chilled body.

"Okay, okay, it's alright, Wheeze. Just listen to me," you crouched down to meet her height, gripping onto her shoulders with a light squeeze, "go upstairs and close your door. Turn a movie on or play some music, yeah? Just promise me you'll stay in there until I come get you, okay?" You asserted earnestly with your first priority to remove the innocent girl who had fear plastered all over her face. She simply nodded in reply to your request, wasting no time before turning around and heading up the stairs. You waited until you heard the sound of a door closing before stepping foot into the household, your feet feeling like a ton of bricks as you approached the kitchen with caution.

Upon entrance, you were met with the sight of an extremely disheveled Rafe, worse than you had ever seen him before. His eyes were glossy and accompanied with a bloody red appearance over his scleras. Your eyes trailed down to the noticeable blood splatters stained onto his grey polo, an observtion that took the air out of your lungs and your mouth go dry.

"Rafe?" You mousily called out to the fretful boy that was pacing the kitchen while he ran his fingers through his hair in distress. The sound of your soft voice cause his body to come to a halt, freezing in place with his back still turned to you. The sound of a dry, menacing laugh erupted from your boyfriend's throat that broke the defeaning silence in the air. Your eyebrows furrowed, sensing that his hostility may be aimed at you.

"What do you want?" Rafe subtly scoffed in response, still refusing to turn around and look at you.

"I came to make sure you were okay," you spoke up with a timorous voice, "I was worried cause I haven't heard from you." You folded your arms as you stood in place, displaying an evidence lack of confidence in your body language.

"As if you care." He spun around which took you by surprise, getting a better look at the state of disarray he was truly in. The bags under his eyes painted a deep shade of bluish-purple as though he hadn't slept in the last 24 hours. To make matters worse, dried blood was present on his mouth and chin, seemingly from the laceration of an open wound on his bottom lip. You shivered once you noticed how his normally soft features were replaced with a look of anger and resentment.

"What are you talking about? You know how much I care about you, Rafe." You stated, defending your point as he seemed to question your fidelity towards him.

"Cut the bullshit, Y/n! Haven't you lied to me enough? Aren't you tired of keeping up with all these lies?" Rafe squinted his eyes down at you, pointing at you in an accusatory manner that made you flinch. He had never been aggressive with you, far from it. Truth be told, it frightened you to see him like this, especially with the stench of alcohol exuding from him potently.

"Rafe.." you squeaked, feeling small and powerless under his tall stature, "You're scaring me. I don't know what you're talking about. You need to calm-"

"Our whole relationship has been a fucking lie, Y/n! Even down to the moment we met, you and your little piece of shit Pogue friends had this all planned out. I bet you've told them every single thing I've told you, I fucking trusted you! I should've known you Pogues were no good. All you guys do is stick your noses in places they don't belong." Rafe spat at you causing you to stumble back from him some, your back hitting the wall as he cornered you against the wall.

"You can thank your beloved 'friend' JJ for telling me. Boy's got a mouth on him," Rafe snickered as he shook his head in disbelief as he recounted his interaction with the blond Pogue, "ran into him at the golf course and he was running his mouth as usual. Guess I pissed him off so much that he blurted your guys' whole plan out, trying to get a reaction out of me or whatever. Got the shit beat out of him instead." He snarled.

Tears formed in your eyes at the revelation of Rafe finding out about the foolish plan you and your friends came up with months ago. They were always suspicious of the unpredictable Kook, rightfully so, but their mistake was setting you up to gain the rapport of the unknowing boy, who couldn't help but to melt at the sight of you. It was an easy operation, with Rafe falling under your spell within the first three weeks of meeting. But, what they didn't anticipate was you falling for him just as much.

He scoffed again, interrupting your fit of choking sobs, "No, don't cry. Do not stand here with that look on your face like you're the victim in this. You have no idea, y/n, no idea what it did to me when I heard that, and from all people, JJ fucking Maybank."

"Rafe, please-"

"Stop! Stop," Rafe's voice began to break as his words trembled in sorrow, tears escaping his azure eyes, "I loved you, y/n. So much. Never in my life have I opened up to someone, gave someone so much, as I have to you. Every damn day I woke up, only wanting to talk to you. You were always the first thing on my mind, first thing in the morning, last thing at night. You.. You were everything to me, and to think this whole time it's been some fucking sick game to you. Running back to your worthless Pogue friends that are nothing but trouble. How could I be so stupid? Trusting a fucking Pogue like you." His words put wounds in your chest and tore at your heart from the pure hatred for you that exuded from them. You never imagined you'd be at the other end of Rafe's spiteful outbursts at the end of it all, but there you were, looking up at him with a cold look in his eyes.

"I'm sorry, Rafe. I'm sorry, okay? I know that doesn't fix this but I didn't plan for this to happen. I told them it would only be a month and I would be done, but then I fell in love with you. I didn't spend all that time with you because of them. Our agreement was only-"

"Our agreement," he scoffed at your words, "do you hear yourself? You're unbelievable. You think that makes me feel better? Oh, you were only supposed to manipulate me for a month? How generous of you." Rafe mocked back at you, the high levels of alcohol in his system causing him to slur his words some.

"I-I know, I know that nothing I say will make this better. I know that you'll never trust me and you'll hate me forever after this, but I'm so sorry, Rafe. I didn't mean for this to happen." You looked up at him with sincerity, a pleading look in your eyes.

"I don't hate you. That's the fucking problem." He muttered.

"What?" You questioned, confused at his admission.

"I don't hate you, y/n. Believe me, I wish I could right now, but I don't. You think after everything we've been through that I could just hate you like that? That easy? Y/n, you're the love of my life. Don't you get that? I wouldn't be in the state I'm in right now if I didn't love you. I don't know what to do, and I'm at a war with myself because one part of me needs you, and the other can't even stand to look you in the eyes right now." Rafe sighed as he combed a hand through his dirty blond hair. His harsh demeanor was beginning to slip as his features softened and was replaced with an appearance of sadness and void. It was clear that the boy was completely shattered, and it broke your heart. Your mind began racing in that moment, unsure of really what to do in order to comfort the heartbroken boy. Do you leave him be and rip the bandaid off? Was that too cold of you to do? Or were you supposed to hold him and tell him that everything was going to be alright, despite the uncertainty that things would be.

"Rafe.." Your words trailed off as you watched Rafe's bloody lip begin to tremble. He closed his glossy eyes at the sweet sound of your voice, only hurting him more to realize that he'd miss that beautiful noise. He hated how much he craved you, how much he needed you, because he told himself a million times than he could never trust you again after JJ's confession. But he couldn't bring himself to push you away, although you put him in the position he was in. Hurting him worse than anyone has in his entire life.

"I don't wanna think about it right now, okay? I can't.. I can't stand the thought of waking up without you, y/n. I mean call me fucking crazy, but fucking hell, I still love you. I don't know what's wrong with me." Your boyfriend broke down in sobs, tears streaming down his bruised face.

"There's nothing wrong with you, Rafe. You didn't deserve this." You shook your head at his insecurity, assuring him that none of this was on him.

"Please stay with me tonight, we can talk about this in the morning or whatever, but please." Rafe pleaded, looking down at you with a pitiful look on his face that made your heart swell. His hand was placed at your waist, with a fistful of your shirt in his grip, pleading to your with full sincerity.

"Of course I will."

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athenasparrow · 8 months

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The Bartender's Revenge

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For @mppmaraudergirl

Finally, a stand-alone! @jilymicrofics

“Shit!” She curses as she slams into something solid as she rounds the corner.

“Sorry!” Calloused fingers skim the exposed skin above her skirt as warm hands stop her from toppling – unbalanced as she is in heels – to the harsh concrete floor.

He’s alluring in an untamed sort of way; wild curls frame a face with a sharp jawline – the perfect place to let her lips wander – with just a shadow that tells her he didn’t bother with a razor this morning.

“Thanks,” she breathes, missing his hands as soon as he deems her stable enough to stand on her own.

“No problem, I’m here to help with anything you need.” He winks at her before disappearing through a door marked staff only.

Lily doesn’t catch another glimpse of him for the rest of the night. Not that she looks that often. Mary is the designated drink runner of the night – mainly because Marlene can’t be trusted and Lily is tired from work – and it’s all fun until some guy comes over and tries to plant one on her.

“Come on love, it’s just a bit of fun.”

Lily eyes the man in front of her. The flickering neon lights of the bar cast a sallow glow on his face as he grins lecherously at him. He might be considered attractive in a professional photo by the light of day – Lily briefly imagines his blond hair slicked back as he poses for a sleazy shot in a real estate magazine – but in the poorly lit pub, dishevelled from hours of drinking and nothing to hide the unnerving look in his eyes he’s really not. She keeps her hand firmly on his chest – straining against his weight as he tries to lean in – as she regards him cooly.

“I don’t care if it’s a dare. The answer is no.” It’s firm and even despite her own downed margaritas. All she really wants is for him to leave – back to the table where three other men are eyeing them, or even better out of the bar completely – so she can finish her girl's night in peace.

His lips curl, and his smile turns even more unpleasant, but whatever he’s about to say gets cut off by the sudden splash of a margarita on his face. “Oi! You deaf?” Marlene shouts – a bit louder than necessary – over the music. “Fuck off or my glass is the next thing that’s going to hit your face.”

He looks just the type to be dumb enough to take Marlene up on her offer (even when her glass is poised to pitch in his face), but whether he’s suddenly chicken or notices how quiet the crowd around them has gone, he gives them one parting sneer (not very effective with droplets of Marlene’s drink running down his cheek), before turning and marching back through the crowd.

It’s not long before Lily’s weaving her way through the remaining crowd to pay.

“Lily! You’re going too fast!” Marlene clutches at Mary – the most sober by far – as she stands on one foot to undo the straps of her heels.

“Evening ladies! Have a good night?” The haughty smirk, high cheekbones and smooth posh tone in tandem with the gallery of ink displayed on his skin, the ripped jeans and the rings adorning his fingers all scream an odd I don’t give a fuck elegance. Lily’s eyes stray in search of his messy-haired, hazel-eyed coworker she’d clocked upon entering, but he’s nowhere to be found.

She forces her attention back to the man in front of her. His knowing smirk prickles her, but she’s come down from the high of her night and just wants to get home. “Hello! Can we split the tab for the corner table over there?”

“It’s taken care of.”

“But…” Lily frowns. “Are you sure? None of us have paid…”

“That guy who was bothering you did.”

“I didn’t peg him for the apologetic type,” Marlene jumps in, barefoot with shoes dangling from her fingertips. Lily hopes the floor gets a good clean each night.

“He wasn’t,” the bartender snorted. “More the born an arsehole, die an arsehole type.”

“Yet he wanted to buy our drinks?” Mary asked, her tone incredulous. “Why?”

“Who said anything about him wanting to?” The bartender slides a menu in front of them, tapping at the bottom.

10% surcharge on weekends, 15% on public holidays. Arsehole surcharge applies every day of the week.

“And he agreed to that?” He didn’t seem the type to go quietly.

“Think he was too smashed to notice.” When Lily lets out a disbelieving laugh accompanied by Marlene’s snort he shrugs in a not my problem way, picking up another glass to polish.

“I love your policy!” Marlene declares as she rifles through her purse. “Let me just see if I have cash for the tip….?.”

“Sirius. And don’t worry yourself love,” Sirius waves his polishing cloth carelessly. “We charged them for that too.”

“How much did you charge them exactly?” Marlene asks as her sweeping gaze appraises him.

“James charged them triple.” Sirius nods his head to where the messy-haired man has reappeared, biceps popping as he leans against the doorframe. “He was especially ticked off for some reason.” His voice turns knowing as he winks at Lily.

James flushes as he tugs at his mess of curls. A zap of energy courses through Lily that has nothing to do with the alcohol in her veins. Her eyes stay a moment too long – too short for her, too long for Marlene – on the strip of flesh above the waistband of his jeans and when she blinks back to reality Sirius is still smirking while Marlene has dissolved into giggles as she grabs a napkin from the bar.

“Here you go James ,” Marlene says waving the napkin at him. For one horrible moment, Lily thinks she’s hitting on him, but then she wishes it was that at her friend's next words. “Here’s Lily’s number; my plethora of margaritas can’t keep from missing whatever this is.”

Her stomach summersaults as James takes the proffered napkin before holding it up to her in question. She nods slightly, unable to keep the smile from blooming as she drags Marlene towards the door. “Thanks for the drinks fellas!” Yes, you can call me.

With any luck, she’ll be able to run her hands through his curls soon. Her flush deepens, heat running through her whole body as she imagines his head of curls between –

Her phone buzzes as the door swings shut.

Unknown Number: how about tomorrow?

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sir-phillip-crane · 2 years

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Headcanons of how would Scanlan, Percy, and Vax react if they went out with their crush to buy something to be mistaken as a couple?

sorry it took so long! i started school and homeworks got me swamped... im takin a little to adjust but I hope to be back to writing regularly soon!! requests can be sent in, but answers will be slow.

Scan the man

“I am simply saying, you would think, with how fuckin’ invent-y Percy is, he could figure out how to fix my lute! It’s bullshit that he’s ‘unable to’! I think that just translates to ‘I am a lazy fancy boi who doesn’t want to help my friends’!”

You laughed at his comment as you opened the door for him into a music based shop, the very specific smell of cork grease and reeds hitting you as you entered. “Usually I give him the benefit of the doubt, but I think you’re right in this case.”

You both wandered around for a few minutes, Scanlan especially fascinated by all of the musical instruments, even though he had seen them a million times.

Finally, a busy employee noticed you looking through the music books and greeted you. “Oh, hello! My deepest apologies, as you can see, we’re rather busy today!”

She was right, the store bustled around you. Despite it, Scanlan still heard and made his way to your side.

“What can I help you and your husband with?”

Scanlan blinked, at a loss for words for a moment. It wasn’t often you were mistaken for a couple, since the group tended to go to shops together, and it was more often you were mistaken for a polycule or more specific, more… odd couples. (Keyleth and Grog happened often, mostly because she would always gently explain things to him if she could).

Finally, he figured out what to say. “Ah, trust me, I wish I had the honor of callin’ this hot little piece mine, but they’re a bit too sophisticated for my taste.”

You responded by laughing and gently shoving him, then explaining that he needed his lute fixed.

She promised it would be finished by the end of the week, and either of you could drop by to grab it.

As you left, Scanlan started to laugh, reaching to take your hand. “I can’t believe that she thought we were married!”

“Please, you’d be lucky to land me, Shorthalt.”

“Well then,” he winked, “let me try my hand at it. Dinner tonight?”

Percy von Keysmash

“I swear to gods, it is becoming more and more difficult to find black powder.”

“How about that crazy guy who gave you a literal pig’s head full of it? I’m sure his shop is still open,” you laughed.

“Ugh, please, do not remind me of that interaction. That pig’s head haunted my dreams almost as much as the Briarwoods. Ah! Here we go! …Not nearly as much as I need, though…”

“If you and your partner are trying to find black powder, there’s a medicinal shop which sells it in bulk.” A lady browsing the shop commented, looking up at Percy. “Would you like the address?”

“Oh, um, yes, please. That would be lovely. Thank you.” Percy stammered, offering the lady a tiny notebook where she jotted down the address.

Percy gently took your hand and tugged you towards the door, seeming to want to leave the shop as soon as he could.

The two of you walked in silence for a long while, you unable to figure out what to say after that. Should you make a joke? Ignore it? Just face it head on?

It ended up being… awkward silence. Which Percy met with the same.

You two likely would have completely ignored it, if you hadn’t stepped into the shop and immediately been greeted by “what can I do for you lovebirds?”

Percy heaved a sigh, shaking his head before simply saying “black powder.”

You lingered awkwardly by the door until he finished up the transaction, then walking alongside him as you left.

“Well, that was… Something.” You mumbled, crossing your arms, gazing at the cobblestone as you walked.

“My apologies for how I handled that. I- I…” He trailed off, leaving the sentence unfinished.

You didn’t prompt him again, simply allowing him to drop it and stay in awkward silence the rest of the walk.

Vax

When it came to shopping, Vax enjoyed it, but often wasn’t ‘allowed’ unless Vex was there to negotiate the price. And if that price wasn’t low enough, and the twins deemed the shopkeep an ass, they would simply steal it.

But a library, looking into whatever monster of the week you were fighting, meant Vex avoided it as she often insisted she found reading gross and posh, and nerds like you and Vax and Percy and, really, all of the group but her, Grog, and Scanlan, could get it done.

You sat at a table besides Keyleth, looking up as Vax carted back an armful of books and dumped them on the table. “We are going to be here all night, I swear to gods.”

“Do you want me to go get some food, then?” Keyleth hummed, smiling up at you and Vax.

“I don’t think the library allows food…” You started, then looked up, realizing it seemed to only be VM and a single employee, then added “can you bring us back some cookies?”

She nodded, compiling a small list of snacks before leaving to find some.

“Excuse me, you and your husband’s friend is not allowed to bring food in here.”

Vax completely overlooked the relationship comment, simply responding with “excuse me, my friends and I are the only reason all the residents of Emon were not dragon kibble. We will eat in the library if we damn well please.”

The employee shut up, realizing quickly they wouldn’t win this conversation – especially not as Vax flashed one of his daggers.

He sat besdes you, opening one of the leatherbound tombs and commenting “this is gonna take a year.”

“Did you… hear what they said?”

“Hm? Kiki shouldn’t be bringing food in here.”

“No, uh… Nevermind, it’s dumb.”

Vax will ask Percy about it while youre out of earshot, and respond by subtly giving you a little kiss on the cheek.

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galactic-magick · 2 months

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would you possibly be down for some assistant reader pining for Viktor content to write? 👀

COMING RIGHT UP BESTIE

When you applied for this job, you definitely didn’t think you’d get it. You’re from the Undercity, and people like you don’t tend to get opportunities in high places like this. You’ve worked your ass off to better your life and leave all the traumas from your past behind, trying to make yourself palpable to arrogant topsiders. You thought surely the top two scientists in the city—funded by the council themselves no less—would want nothing to do with you. But you applied to be their assistant anyway, despite having such little experience with tech and science and surely being under-qualified.

You also certainly didn’t think you’d end up falling in love with one of your bosses.

It didn’t take long for you to realize that Viktor shared so much in common with you, being from the Undercity as well and dedicating his time to bettering the life of himself and others. There’s so much pain behind his eyes, yet so much hope for the future in every sparkle. You’ve gotten lost in his features too many times to count, the brokenness and idealism each fighting for dominance in every expression he makes.

You also learn very quickly that your feelings are unlikely to be reciprocated, considering how dedicated Viktor is to his work and how oblivious he is to most anything else.

It’s not that Viktor doesn’t seem to care about you—quite the contrary. He asks you how you are every single day and seems to genuinely want to know the answer. He’s patient with you when teaching you how to do things, and doesn’t treat you like you’re stupid just because you’re not as skilled with tech. He doesn’t send you on silly errands or give you busy work—when he needs your help you know it’s important and worth your time. If he ever needs your help when he’s working late, he insists on walking you home to make sure you’re safe despite all your objections. He has such a kind heart, and he makes it incredibly challenging to not fall for him more and more every day.

Regardless, you remain professional. You attempt to avoid admiring him long enough for it to be noticed. You hold back every compliment and flirtation you want to say to him. You try your hardest to not allow yourself the luxury of fantasizing about him. You try for months—to no avail.

No matter how hard you try, it becomes increasingly difficult to live with both your feelings and the reality that they’ll never be heard.

That is, until the day Viktor doesn’t come into work.

It’s very unlike him to ever miss a day in the lab. There’s plenty of days he’s late or comes in and out, but never a day he stays home completely.

Jayce reassures you that Viktor is fine, and that he was the one who told Viktor to take a day off. As both of you know, Viktor has quite the tendency to work himself into the ground, ignoring his health and fixating on things for long stretches of time despite his chronic pain and severe sleep debt. He wouldn’t have listened to anyone else, but he trusts Jayce’s judgment as a close friend, or at least he did after Jayce practically banned him from coming in today.

It feels a bit odd to only be working with Jayce today. Not that you don’t get along with Jayce as well—quite the contrary—but you usually spend more time with Viktor for obvious reasons. Still, Jayce is much more talkative and outgoing, so there’s certainly not much silence despite one less person being here.

As you talk, you start absentmindedly organizing Viktor’s desk so it’s nice and neat when he comes back. You put all his tools back in their drawers, separate all the little machine parts into their respective categories, and clean and dust everything within your reach. You’re sure not to lose or accidentally throw out anything, and you try to put things away in as user-friendly of a system you can muster.

“He really appreciates you, you know,” Jayce says, noticing the care you’re putting into this. His comment startles you slightly, not realizing he was paying any real attention to what you were working on.

“I just try to be helpful,” you shrug, wiping your hands off. “That’s my job, right?”

Jayce chuckles, “You always go above and beyond what your job actually is, and you know it.”

“I guess so,” your face feels a bit hot. “I’ve always been a bit of an overachiever. I’ve had to be to get where I am.”

“Well,” Jayce sighs, turning back to his desk. “He really likes you—I mean, he really likes that about you!” he grumbles a curse under his breath as his voice trails off.

“What did you say?”

“Shit, I promised him I wouldn’t say anything,” he grumbles. You’ve never pegged Jayce as someone who’s good at keeping secrets, so you’re not surprised he’s let something slip he wasn’t supposed to. But this? He knows something about Viktor’s feelings about you?

“Too late now,” you smirk at him, attempting to hide how simultaneously excited and terrified you are to hear what he says next.

“He’s crazy about you, okay? It’s actually getting pretty annoying. I keep telling him to just ask you out but he won’t. Thinks he’ll get rejected or something,” Jayce rolls his eyes.

Your jaw falls open slightly. There’s no way he’s actually felt the same way about you this whole time.

“Can I...can I leave early today?”

Jayce grins knowingly and nods, and within a minute you’ve packed your things and head for the door.

Though you’ve never been inside, you know where Viktor’s house is. It’s not too far from yours, in a neighborhood of smaller and run down homes that are usually sold to people from the Undercity. It’s rare someone with your background scores a place genuinely nice.

You knock on his door, and after a few moments he opens it. You smile at the adorable sight, his hair disheveled and his clothes loose and comfortable. His eyes widen upon seeing you, clearly going through at least ten different thought processes on why you would be here.

“I wanted to check on you,” you say quickly, trying not to laugh at his shock.

“Yes, of course,” he replies, his accent thick and voice husky from exhaustion. “I guess I needed a day off more than I thought, I’ve been sleeping almost all day. But don’t worry, I’m alright.” He smiles softly at you. “I would invite you in, but I’m afraid my home is no less messy than the lab. Worse, in fact.”

“I don’t mind. I just wanted to talk to you,”

He doesn’t take more convincing, moving away from the door so you can enter. You both sit on his small couch.

“Did something happen at the lab? Is something wrong?”

“No, it has nothing to do with work,” you assure him. “I just...missed you.”

Splotches of pink come to the surface of his pale cheeks, “After only a day?”

“Yes,” you laugh. “Jayce did too, I think. Though he’d never admit it.”

“Ah,” he joins your laughter. “Of course.”

You take a deep breath, “I also wanted to ask you something.”

“Anything,” his gaze focuses in on you.

“Would you maybe want to do something sometime? Like outside of the lab and stuff?” you say quickly. “Like...go out? I mean, we don’t have to literally go out, I know you’re not really a big out person, but-”

“You want to go out with me?” the color leaves his face and his eyes widen again.

“More than anything, Viktor.” You smile.

(I will likely write a part 2 to this sometime if y'all enjoy! Currently not taking requests but I'm open to suggestions like this, just no promises they'll get written)

#arcane viktor x reader #arcane viktor #machine herald #arcane #league of legends #arcane x reader

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angellayercake · 7 months

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I hope they read “Face Down in Décolletage” too. 😱😂 That fic is peak Copia and still one of my favorites.

Awww thank you so much!! I am pretty proud of the utter filth I created 😁 and as an extra little thank you to you for all your support and lovely comments here is a bit of a sneaky peak of part three 😚

Two years had passed since the band Ghost had played at the venue where you worked. Two whole years since an odd guy wearing face paint had shown you the night of your life. A lot had changed in that time. You had got a boyfriend, dumped him, moved house, got a promotion and a cat but despite all of that you still found yourself naked and on your knees in his dressing room. Because he had asked, well demanded actually. Your assistant, because you had an assistant now, had been given a list long enough to keep them busy and away from the main dressing room. They would be meeting the ghouls and tending to them, leaving you free for Papa, to help him prepare, make sure he wants for nothing and that all his needs are met. All of them.

There had been time to prepare for his arrival this time, you had seen the band name pop up on the calendar months ago with a thrill and as much as you tried to play it cool to yourself, you really, really hoped he would want to use you again. So the week before their scheduled date when your manager gestured you over at the end of a meeting you could feel your heart starting to beat a little faster. The rest of your colleagues filled out of the room leaving the two of you alone

‘Ghost is back in town.’ You only nod not trusting yourself to sound normal when talking about this band. You can feel your cheeks heating up and you really hope whatever it is he is looking at on his computer holds his attention until you can get it together. ‘The lead singer papa whats it?’

‘Emeritus,’ you reply, trying to sound off hand and not like that name doesn’t frequently circle round your brain.

‘Yes, him. He has requested you as his personal assistant for the day.’ In an instant you are wet. The thought of being alone with him all day, of what he would do with you for all that time. You take a deep breath to keep some semblance of composure.

‘That's not my job though.’ To even pretend like you don’t want to do this, be his for the day, feels wrong but whatever part of your brain that is still functioning correctly reminds you that if it were anyone else you would not agree to this so quickly.

‘No, I know, but this ghost band. They are kind of big now. Viral on tiktok or whatever so you know we have to keep this guy happy.’ He says it with such finality that you don’t waste anymore time pretending to argue.

‘Right that's decided then.’ You fight to keep your face straight. The request was out of the ordinary but your manager had no idea exactly why he was requesting your undivided attention. And he didn’t need to know that you were excited rather than annoyed by the prospect. The fewer questions you have to answer the better you think, turning to leave once again but he stops you one last time.

‘The band manager forwarded this for you, apparently so you know what to prepare.’ It was a carefully wrapped brown box with the band's logo stamped on the side. It’s heavier than it looks as you take it from him and you have to fight yourself not to open it then and there. It is probably better opened in private.

#the band ghost fic #face down in decolletage #copia x reader #papa iv x reader #my writing

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revserrayyu · 30 days

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2.1 Penacony thoughts [part2]

**Spoiler warning** Covering up until we switch to Acheron’s POV alongside Welt (not their first conversation but actually playing as her, hence the cover photo), so be kind to yourself and look away if you haven’t reached that point yet. Brace yourself once more; I’m going to ramble.

First things first, this whole shrinking down scene where we traverse through a model of Penacony was so odd. Poor Ratio had to be rolling his eyes so hard just watching a tiny Aventurine run around like that.

I feel like we didn’t learn much about Sunday last patch, but hearing him speak about how orderly and presentable we should be at all times really fits his personality. The pretty boy certainly knows how to look good and leads me like him even more..

But only for a moment as he then uses some Harmony trickery against Aventurine so he’s forced to answer his several questions truthfully, or at least that’s the feeling I got from watching this interrogation. Seeing this was quite interesting to me because there’s this anime call No Guns Life where a character by the name Tetsuro has an ability called “harmonie” which allows him to control other extends (robots basically) and they way the anime shows it looked very familiar with all the color.

Moving on, Sasuke Uchiha vibes are coming in strong with our gambler being a potential sole clan survivor, not to mention Aventurine admitting his love toward his family is something he values more than himself. Also, I don’t like this bird.. sitting there, keeping an eye on everything, even during Aventurine’s chat with Sparkle later on. I know the Family has a big Nightingale theme going on but still. Big Brother (or in this case the Family) always watching hm?

NOPE. Any small hope I had for Sunday being someone we could safely trust has flown straight out the window with this sinister smirk of his, no matter how handsomely good it makes him look here.

I love that no matter what is going on or who he’s talking to, Ratio always manages to mildly insult others without a care in the world.

So stuff about the Cornerstones gets revealed, how all Ten Stonehearts have one of their own and how very important said stones are to them, so what on earth was Aventurine doing with both his and Potaz Pazto Topaz’s? Also found it interesting how closely hers resembles Qlipoth’s body when she isn’t a Preservation unit like Aventurine is.

Sunday then gives Aventurine only 17 system hours to live and he has to spend it solving Robin’s case with little to no outside help or hints on where to begin. Talk about immense pressure. Let my man gamble in peace!

And if all that wasn’t enough to make me start feeling bad for our fancy man, we get a sad backstory featuring his sister and even learning how both their parents died! Because OF COURSE they’re setting me up to get upset about him for some reason later on in the story and now I’m so terrified because if I learned anything from anime it’s that these kinds of flashback are major red death flags.

The feeling of joy came back to me though upon seeing Topaz show up. Despite Aventurine being around and all the mentions of the IPC, I honestly wasn’t expecting her to visit Penacony at all, but I’m very pleased to see her again! She definitely grew on me after that one quest in Belobog and even though she doesn’t have access to most places on Penacony like her coworker currently does, it’s nice she’s willing to lend a helping hand to us.

It doesn’t settle well with me that none of the Bloodhounds know who Gallagher is. Ain’t he supposed to be top dog around here and in charge?

Oh red text, why must you haunt me so easily? Imagine how different all of Penacony would feel if we had the option to completely turn off subtitles. People would definitely have various opinions regarding Acheron if they knew of her ominous words or not.

I wanna chalk this up as a HI3 reference, but I can’t be sure as I’ve never played. If so, I love how they can toss in hints about Welt’s past like this.

And hers.. I imagine bits and pieces would line up with her past one way or another too.

A little while after that, we cut back to Black Swan and y’all, we FINALLY get some sort of Boothill interaction in the story! Only audio for now but I’ll take it!

Hearing about bullets, him getting annoyed about Acheron being a “galaxy ranger” and the Hunt path are wonderful ways to confirm who it is and I can’t wait to eventually see him in game.

Seems like he isn’t too thrilled with Acheron though and of course, he too knows of her Emenator status. There goes my brief hopes of them being in friendly terms and seeing them work together I suppose.

This item that Ratio gives Aventurine before he suddenly disappears (again) and how it features one of his voicelines.. hilarious. It’s like it was spoken specifically for Aventurine and no one else.

I may be a little stupid.. do we know who the other mute is? The one dead is clearly Robin, but surely the other can’t be Sunday right? He spoke perfectly fine. I’m thinking back to all the Penacony characters we’ve met and they all sound fine, aside from Sam but he’s robotic so naturally he would sound a bit different yea? Maybe we haven’t met this other mute yet, I dunno. The “again” part of Sparkle’s line makes me feel like we have met them at least once.

Sweetie, how the fuck did you manage to sneak such a dangerous device into Penacony?? Even Aventurine is concerned about how the Family doesn’t know of it.

Okay.. so the whole flashback with Aventurine being bought as a slave and used to gamble for his master is tough. I know many people speculated what the mark on his neck said, and majority did think “slave” was written, but man, the hint didin’t make this story any easier to hear. Being blessed with luck ain’t always a good thing hm? Hearing the guy say “all or nothing” and learning from Topaz about how that phrase is now Aventurine’s mantra.. oh boy.

Siobhan is gorgeous and if she was playable I’d definitely pull for her.

SERVAL MENTION HUZZAH! I’m aware they mentioned my girl during the livestream and how they’re both the rebellious ones in their respective families, but Siobhan actually wanting to meet her? Oohhh~

Okay but the fact we’re encountered so many deaths, during the many story and side quests, in a short amount of time shouldn’t be normal. The way he seems so indifferent about it too.. “so what?” like sir, people are dying.

Oh, we did indeed receive one as well. That was the invitation, wasn’t it? I thought the music box Acheron stole from Duke was something different and special for different reasons. Nevermind.

I seriously need to check back into the creepy dream we experienced last time after Sparkle knocked us out, where we encountered that memory zone meme and listen to all the shouting we heard of this Mikhail guy. I figured he had to be someone important, but the Watchmaker and betrayer of the Family? Oh dear.

I bet you anything it’s Misha. Working behind the scenes in the hotel this entire time would definitely be an effective strategy, and his technique outside battle literally stops time and that seems like the perfect kind of ability for someone named “Watchmaker.”

Gallagher wondering if this certain person is real or not is another reason I think it’s Misha because apparently no one notices his presence at all. During that one scene with us, Firefly, Acheron, Misha & Clockie last past, the girlies didn’t acknowledge Misha at all. Only us and Clockie spoke to the boy. In return, Clockie is only seen by us and Misha as well. So that’s just strange.

For a moment I wonder if Misha is actually like.. a ghost of sorts and we’re just going insane seeing visions of people and cartoon characters everywhere. But that’s all stuff I shall find out later. Hopefully. If the story decides to answer my many concerns.

(originally written on 3/28)

#honkai star rail #sunday #aventurine #acheron #black swan #sparkle #gallagher #gameplay #revsposts

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demonmary · 1 year

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miss nothing, miss everything

hello! i wrote this in a complete feral blackout after seeing this post about gracefreak hbo claire by @hollywoodbabylondean and today was the perfect day to polish it up and get it posted to celebrate 1k followers for @mrcowboydeanwinchester with some love for the blonde girlie claire! i hope you all enjoy <3

Everything fucking sucks. It’s too cold outside; it’s a hundred hellish degrees inside her motel room (or at least half of it - the side with the bed seems to fluctuate between approximately boiling and absolute zero, but the kitchenette is perma-locked at Floridian-Summer, disgusting humidity included); the last six convenience stores that Claire has hit up haven’t had the twizzlers that she wants, let alone a decent fucking hot meal. She still feels guilty dining and dashing at a real restaurant, especially since these small-town waitresses always do that thing where they decide that Claire needs saving and spend the whole meal trying to get her to open up, so it just feels cruel when she inevitably runs out the back and leaves ’em with the bill.

The hunting is good, at least - if nothing else is.

[finish on a03 or continue below]

There are angels everywhere, really. If a girl knows where to look. And then once she’s looked there and acted the wide-eyed, helpless little runaway part until the scene’s been played out and her pretty little blade has found its mark? Well, that’s when Claire really shines.

Remnants of last night’s kill are still thrumming underneath her skin, but despite the swirling dregs of it, she craves more. She always does.

It’s been nearly a decade since she’s had a proper fix, since she was everything and nothing and full of a God that she doesn’t believe in. Nearly a decade since the angel Castiel tore its frozen claws through Claire’s flesh, and she was all of it; all of the heavenly host was her and she was it; a Godless angel, something holy and full of a freezing cold light that burned with its nothingness and its everything.

But then - then it was gone.

For a while, Claire was lost.

Not that she’s found now, but she’s looking. And she finds.

She finds old churches with their rotting pews and unlocked doors - always unlocked - and she finds herself a dry spot to sit. She folds her hands up real good, the way she was taught, and she closes her eyes real tight. Her story changes, but she never begs. Can’t. Her pride won’t let her.

Despite her lack of desperation, they come. Sometimes two or three in a week.

Angels have the power to be all-knowing. All it would take is a single thread of grace woven in through Claire’s brain to see her true intentions, but having that kind of power makes them trusting.

It doesn’t even see her, it sees the last hundred pathetic and whining prayers it has answered, and it is weak for it.

Claire hides her angel blade in her jacket, tucked close to her heart. After an especially good fix, Claire swears she can feel it beating with her, some sort of extension of herself.

The angels always come with a vessel, though. Some poor father or mother or daughter or son plucked out of suburbia and dropped in front of Claire, promising salvation. If they could really offer it, Claire might take them up on it, but she knows the truth. Knows God doesn’t give a fuck about her, and if He did, she’d be no better off.

So, the angel appears, shoulders pushed back into a soldier’s stance, no matter how unnatural it looks in the body it’s stolen; no matter how at odds with its cooing, careful voice, crafted to appeal to the damaged young girl it thinks it sees standing there. So, the angel appears, and it offers salvation and instead finds its end at the tip of Claire’s blade.

She calls them kills, but she never kills an innocent. The stupidity of someone else’s faith is none of Claire’s business and part of her doesn’t think they deserve the second chance, but she gives it to them anyway. She carves the angel out of them and takes it into herself, a careful, cleansing inhale.

And Claire is something again, if only for the time that the grace burns within her. At least, she's not nothing, and that's gotta count for something.

#Claire novak #spn fic #zo.txt #dirtybackroad #mrcowboy1k #i'm soooo normal about posting short fics i'm feeling fine abotu this i'm not weird about it at all things can be short and good things ca #i'm posting soooo much i think i'm cured

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nightforall · 6 months

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meet noah chatfield, a cleaner who lives in the coast district of ashmore. she's 25, born 03/01, making her a pisces - which makes sense, she is pretty emotional and mystical. she's originally from ashmore, oregon; i wonder if she'll stay in ashmore forever ― maya hawke, lesbian, woman + she/her.

content warnings - disappearance of a loved one, divorce.

full name: noah cordelia chatfield nickname/s: none currently age: twenty-five gender: woman pronouns: she/her sexual orientation: lesbian birthdate: march 1st, 1998 zodiac: pisces occupation: cleaner, also takes on odd jobs living arrangements: living alone in a small (run down) beach shack on the coast medical conditions: mental health issues (depression, anxiety, ptsd), adhd drug + alcohol use: very occasional alcohol and marijuana consumption likes + interests: the ocean, art, music, books, nature, the radio, singing, dancing, adventure, animals, affection, gentleness, finding answers, knowing everything, spending time with friends. family: one younger brother (went missing 2005), divorced parents, both moved out of ashmore. very rare contact with both parents.

additional info + hcs -

noah chatfield lived a normal life in ashmore until she was eight years old, when her six year old brother taylor went missing.

noah had been at school, her mother in the back garden, and her father at work while taylor played inside. though he was only unsupervised for a short period, it was in that period that he vanished without a trace.

despite every effort from the entire family and their community, no one was able to find a single trace of the boy.

at twelve her parents divorced, left noah in the custody of her grandmother who had been caring for her primarily since the disappearance of taylor, and they both went their separate ways out of ashmore.

noah has never been able to understand how they could have stopped looking for taylor, and she resents them for giving up on both of their children.

to this day, noah still looks for taylor in everything. she's inquisitive, she's always watching, listening, taking note of everything around her.

she's never given up, and while she doesn't often speak of it, she never will.

at fifteen, noah got her first job - by complete accident. she was sneaking around a beach house not far from her childhood home, the place taylor went missing, and she got caught. with quick thinking and determination, noah lied about being a prospective cleaner - and they hired her.

she went inside, she did the job, she got paid - and she got to snoop around in search of her brother while doing it. she was on to something, and from that day forward, she never stopped.

noah still uses her job to her advantage, using it to snoop - and not only in search of her brother. she doesn't do it maliciously, but she understandably struggles to trust, and finds great advantage in stealthily checking on all of those in the city.

when she's not snooping and working, noah is always found by the coast. she loves the water, maybe more than anything else, and it was always taylor's favorite place too.

despite the fact that she's still on the search for taylor, she tries her best to live the live that she hopes he's out there living somewhere - a good life.

#ashmoreintro #noah / intro #disappearance cw #divorce cw

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ivor-outlaw · 1 year

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hi! saw your poll and was kinda curious - it feels odd to want to put prapai in the middle of phayu and rain's dynamic so was curious what led you to contemplating that

(also you don't have to answer this but was wondering if you could expand on why you don't like prapai and sky together)

Hi and thank you for your message! :D🧡

I absolutely adore the trope of Prapai and Phayu growing up together, presenting as Alphas but still maintaining this sort of intimate childhood friendship that leads to curious teenage experiments because of that high-level of trust, and I love how despite they're both into racing, they're not exactly competitive, which means they already see each other as equals (none of that Alpha rivalry anywhere in their relationship and I'm a SUCKER for that :')))

Besides: Prapai doesn't like to be dominated, but he does have a slight praise kink (fight me on that, world, another one of the hills I'll die on) and because he knows Phayu so well, he instinctively behaves the way that puts them both most at ease – ergo earning praise from Phayu and I need my sweet little thing to feel as loved as possible :'))

When adding Rain to the two of them, we all know Prapai absolutely LOVES to pamper and spoil his partners. Rain, being the brat he is, needs Phayu's strictness, his rules and guidance, but I bet when he has bad days and all of Phayu's scolding and punishments don't work, Pai jumps in and spoils him rotten for a few hours until Rain is back on track and mentally rested enough to be good for his Daddy again :))🧡🧡

(As for the Sky/Prapai thing, it's a personal opinion and explaining it would probably not make much sense without a lot of background knowledge about me personally so I wouldn't even know how to quickly sum it up. Hope that's an acceptable answer!! :))🧡)

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HEAR ME OUT ON A BSD AU IDEA-

Like, listen to me for a moment cause I NEED to get this off my chest, it’s been weighing down on me for weeks-

A BSD au, right? You follow?

But-but

Dazai and Atsushi have Tourette’s Syndrome-

IT PROBABLY DOESN’T MAKE SENSE BUT I LOVE THIS IDEA TO DEATH

I’m very obsessed with the concept of Tourette’s, I’m not gonna lie. It’s a unique thing that, I can’t help but want to learn more of it, understand what these people are experiencing and such. Such is the ways of my love for having knowledge in mental health and states I guess-

But putting that aside, Dazai and Atsushi having Tourette’s, just, tic buddies. Dazai’s had it ever since he was thirteen, or perhaps before Mori ever found him, although Dazai himself hadn’t known what Tics were until he joined the Mafia. Mori couldn’t exactly care less about the fact that Dazai had Tics though, which Dazai took to be a good thing, really. Mori didn’t treat him any differently for this thing of his. But we all know Mori isn’t the best anyways, so it doesn’t truly change much.

His tics weren’t the types to stick around for long, usually they’d spark for a few weeks and then just kind of...die out. Rarely were they ever longer than a couple months at worst.

Dazai himself never really liked his tics, as they ‘took away from his image as a Demon Prodigy’ in his own, twisted opinion. So, he masked a lot, hid his tics from the world and repressed them around the public eye. The only one who knew at the time was Mori.

He kept a tight lock on his tics, he was meticulous about it, letting them overtake only in very specific moments where he knew they wouldn’t be noticed for what they were. And as unhealthy as it was, Dazai was fine with it, he didn’t care about his body to begin with, so why should his tics change that?

That’s exactly what he thought until he met Chuuya.

The guy was insane, absolutely out of his mind in the battlefield, with the emotions of a woman on her week, downright deplorable to Dazai. And yet, he couldn’t for the life of him imagine Chuuya ever judging him for his Tourette’s, he just didn’t seem like the kind of person to do that.

So he tested it. Tested that theory.

He ticced in front of Chuuya.

Fortunately, or unfortunately, his tics had been pretty mild that day, and it was a slow day in the building, so there wasn’t much happening. Dazai himself had simply decided whilst he was pestering Chuuya, that he should test out his theory, especially because he didn’t feel any kind of tic really coming to him in the moment, he bit the bullet and truly began to relax.

Then, things got a little odd.

The first tic that started up had been a common one, the head jerking. It was a bit slow as again, they were pretty mild, but he ended up having to rub the back of his neck a bit from the sudden jerk of his tics, as masking is pretty hard when it comes to something like Tourette’s.

Chuuya was quick to notice it right away and, as you may imagine, he was thoroughly confused. Of course he would be, as he hadn’t truly been alive that long, he wouldn’t know what tics were, or Tourette’s in general. So he did press for answers when Dazai just kept jerking his head, and grunting, or screwing up his face weirdly. It was odd, it was sudden, and he wanted to understand what the fuck was up with his partner.

So, basically, that’s how a single day turned into Dazai rambling about Tourette’s to Chuuya, who (despite being insulted by the Prodigy every few seconds) listened diligently, hoping to understand Dazai just a little bit better, and maybe feeling a bit of pride swell knowing Dazai trusted Chuuya enough to see this side to him.

And to say Dazai got comfortable was an understatement. Within days he started ticcing freely around Chuuya, not a hint of resistance in sight. Some of them had Chuuya questioning where in the hell he got those tics from, others he was busting a gut in laughter, and some other times he was cringing at the extreme weirdness that was Dazai’s vocal tics.

However, when it came to tic attacks? Dazai wasn’t so open about that.

The attacks were usually pretty serious, especially when Dazai masked so much. They’d be intense, and usually would cause quite a bit of pain for Dazai afterwards. From thumping his chest so hard he thought his ribs might break, to his tics making his voice go hoarse from all these phrases jumping out of his throat against his will.

Chuuya saw some things that should’ve stayed behind closed doors.

And they did.

He never told anyone of Dazai’s tics. He never told anyone of the way tears welled in his eyes as Dazai’d hiccup and lose his breath, heartbeat slowing to dangerously slow paces. He’d never tell a soul of the way he felt so helpless, able to do nothing but press pillows around Dazai’s shaking figure, hoping that’d lessen some kind of pain.

He never spoke about how he’d massage Dazai’s neck when he finally calmed down and was out like a light, or about the warm tea or coffee he’d leave for Dazai at his bedside, never straying too far away until the boy finally woke up.

He never spoke a word. It wasn’t his place to say.

And neither boy ever said anything about those events.

Chuuya was Dazai’s anchor, slowly accepting his tics for what they were, accepting that they’d be a part of him for the rest of his life, and that he couldn’t live like this forever, hiding them in fear of ruining a reputation. But he never did stop masking, he never truly would. A habit that won’t go away.

But, there were some lighter times.

Like the time Dazai developed his longest standing tic. Straight from Chuuya.

“STUPID MACKEREL BASTARD!!!” with all the anger and aggression of his slug, it came as Dazai’s tics repeating right after Chuuya. To say the shorter was amused was beyond an understatement. He was howling with laughter for minutes, and Dazai was wallowing in his own embarrassment over it all.

But it didn’t stop there. And ever since then Dazai’s had that tic. Sometimes it would die out for a bit, but sometimes it got triggered again by a reminder of Chuuya that Dazai would sometimes see.

There were a few other tics that came and went over the course of the years. Video game quotes (Like Luigi Mansion’s Dr.Egadd’s ‘Dadadada’. That was an experience.), and cracking knuckles, hums and ‘hellos’. Or things slightly more violent, like chest thumps, head jerking, full body jerking. It really was quite a journey for the two.

But honestly? Neither would have it any other way.

(Imma make Atsushi’s part tomorrow, L M A O

Please correct me if there’s any misinformation on Tourette’s I might have accidentally made, or if I spoke of anything in the wrong way! Need to make sure this is all good and dandy UnU)

#DJC Rambles #bsd #Dazai Osamu #Tourette's Syndrome #TS!Dazai&Atsushi Adventures #sokouku #Chuuya Nakahara

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hypnotisedfireflies · 10 months

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The last ask about Lachie and Tess, makes me wonder about something. How much does Joel know of Tess’ drug use. During Dubois he seems to view her actions as reckless. He understands why she chose to do it, I mean he did it himself when they were left alone. But then Tess like “oh you have to crush them and snort them for a faster effect” you silly goose. She has done it more than once.

I feel Lachie has shown to be more visible concern about Tess’ relationship with drugs than Joel. Joel just seems to me to want to give Tess ways to cope, even if the long run they may no be that great.

Then there’s Tess’ subconscious (via Mike) telling her that if Joel met her on the Before, he wouldn’t to be with her cause she’s fucked up. Will we learn more about this Joel, Tess and drugs ?

PD. I’m loving the AU. Can’t wait to see more of the Miller fam and really curious about Mike. What’s is that guy about.

Why hi, anon! Thank you for your ask. :D

Well, I can rule out Tess being an addict or functioning addict pre-apocalypse. She used drugs recreationally, specifically amphetamines and marijuana – occasionally coke or shrooms, a couple of times acid (which she didn’t much like). She was experimental and liked to have a good time and try new things.

As adult she was almost exclusively just smoking the occasional joint but she kept the pills around, taking them a hell of a lot less, just when she felt she needed a boost or an edge. They gave her a sense of control when she felt she had none.

So those are the facts.

What Joel Knows: Tess was very experimental as a teenager/young adult and as such knows a lot about that kind of lifestyle, which comes in handy in their smuggling, but that was over by the time she grew up and married.

What Lachie Knows: Tess was still taking amphetamines right up to September 2003 and her family didn’t know about it.

Lachie definitely has more visible concern because he’s armed with that detail, is the one supplying the pills and he has spent 10 years immersing himself in medicine/research and it’s on his mind. On the other hand, Joel knows Tess has zero suicidal ideation (despite her problems) and he trusts that she can handle herself. He’s spent 20-odd years with her doing whatever it takes to get by, and he himself was self-medicating like a beast in Boston, so that’s just kind of … normal. He’s too close to the problem to see it as one.

For Lachie, with what he knows about Tess’s past and her very confident relationship with drugs, starts to see the danger when she is burning through the sleeping pills at an alarming speed. Joel knows Tess would never self-harm; but Lachie doesn’t and besides, he recognises the danger of overdose, and doesn’t think she has the control over it that Joel does. So that’s when they start swapping out to placebos. Joel would be all shrug-shrug until Lachie gives them the numbers and Joel realises just how much she's taking.

A deep conversation about Tess and her relationship with drugs probably would not go any further in Drifterverse than it does in Shots Fired! But the AU will cover this in a lot more detail. While I’ve changed some of the details of their lives to make a better story they’re still the same people – it’s kind of like the multiverse, some things are the same, some things are different, but the characters themselves are essentially the same.

I hope that answers your question. :)

#driftersverse #asks

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hummingbird-of-light · 1 year

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Against All Odds

Part 343

McCoy

McCoy had stared at the book in front of him with Scotty until the numbers began to blur. It wasn’t that he was horrible at math, he had just never gone farther than the basics with Dr. Boyce. But, he was stubborn enough for the challenge and with Scotty’s help he hoped he would master it sooner rather than later.

Curfew was too soon upon them and they walked slowly up to their rooms.

“Thanks,” McCoy said as they stopped at his door.

“Your welcome love. I know you’ll get it figured out.”

He pulled Scotty close and just held him. The warm feeling of Scotty’s body soothed his worries. If only he could be by him all night.

“Get some rest and I’ll see you at breakfast,” Scotty said softly, running his fingers through the back of McCoy’s hair.

McCoy nodded, and nuzzled his face in next to Scotty’s neck. He inhaled the familiar scent of his boyfriend.

“Love you,” Scotty whispered in his ear in Gaelic. McCoy had learned enough to know those words.

“Love you too darlin’.”

Scotty slowly pulled back for a kiss that lingered. With one last look Scotty turned and made his way up the hall. McCoy watched for a moment, then turned himself and knocked gently on the door before opening it. Spock had left dinner with Jim but he didn’t know if everything was back to normal with them yet. He certainly didn’t want to walk in on them making up.

McCoy was fortunate. Spock was alone preparing for bed. He looked up as McCoy entered.

“Sir.”

“Spock.”

McCoy made his way to his side of the room and began removing his clothes for bed. Curiosity filled his mind. He flipped the covers back on the bed, and began to climb in. Still sitting up he watched Spock for a moment. The Vulcan noticed and looked over.

“Did- did you and Jim…?” The question came out before he could help himself.

“We talked,” Spock said.

McCoy waited, but Spock offered nothing more.

“Is it- is everything alright?”

Spock appeared to take a deep breath before looking at McCoy again.

“It will be.”

McCoy’s brow furrowed lightly at that answer. He wondered what to make of it. Jim had appeared sincere in his apology to Scotty. But who was the one who needed to apologize between Spock and Jim? Both?

“Good,” he finally said, genuinely hoping the pair would get themselves sorted back out. Spock nodded at him, then pulled his covers back and got into bed. He stretched a hand to turn off his light and McCoy followed suit with his light.

He curled onto his side and wished Scotty was there next to him. His own jealousy had flared and been much worse for the scene he had seen in the lounge. He shifted uncomfortably at the memory. He knew, *he knew,* he had no reason to worry. Scotty was his and he was Scotty’s. They were entwined and two parts of the same whole.

He would push away the nightmare memory and work on being better about Khan. McCoy did have a moment of satisfaction that Jim also didn’t appear to trust Khan. At least he wasn’t alone in that. It made him feel less bad about not trusting the augment.

McCoy took long, slow breaths to relax himself. Morning would come much too soon and with it a shorter time of seeing Scotty. Swim practice was after classes and though Scotty may come watch it wouldn’t be the same as hanging out together.

Numbers and equations danced behind his closed eyelids and then he was out.

Part 344

Scotty

When he got back to his room, Robbie was already lying in bed. His eyes opened when he heard the door opening and he looked at his brother.

"Hey," Robbie greeted Scotty quietly and the older brother returned the greeting with a soft smile.

"Had a nice evening with Leonard despite not having a room?"

Scotty chuckled as he pulled off his shirt and pants and changed into his pyjamas.

"Aye."

He crawled into his bed and lay down on the side.

"And ye and Leah?"

A blush crept onto Robbie's face. It still amazed Scotty how easy it was to make his little brother blush.

Robbie nodded slowly.

"I... told her."

Scotty's eyes widened in surprise. So that was the reason for Robbie's red cheeks.

"And?"

"And what?"

Come on! Robbie couldn't be that stupid!

"What did she say?!"

A grin slid across Robbie's face and he shrugged.

"Ye'll never know."

Scotty sat up straight again, pillow already in his hand.

"Tell me!"

Judging by the grin on his brother's lips it hadn't been bad news, but the Scotsman still wanted to know everything.

Robbie eventually gave in when Scotty threatened to throw the pillow.

"Okay, okay!" He smiled dreamily. "She... said she loves me too. And that we'll find a way to make it work."

The infectious smile spread across Scotty's face too. He was so glad to hear that!

From time to time he had feared that Leah didn't return the feelings in the way that Robbie did, especially since she was almost two years older. But to hear these words made him see that he had been wrong with that assumption.

Leah loved Robbie. Just like Leonard loved Scotty.

"Well now, seems like we're irresistible to the Royals, huh?" Scotty joked and his little brother laughed.

"Seems like it."

They smiled at each other for a while before Robbie asked a fatal question.

"So... what was that whole thing with Jim about? I heard rumors."

Scotty sighed, but before he could answer, the door opened and Archer looked inside.

"Mr. Scott and Mr. Scott. Lights out."

The boys looked over to the door and put on their best fake smiles.

"Aye, Mr. Archer. Good night."

The lights were switched off.

"Good night."

The door was closed and Scotty waited a moment until he was sure Archer was gone.

"I'll tell ye in the morning," he whispered, "Oidhche mhath."

"Oidhche mhath."

Scotty stayed true to his word and in the morning he told Robbie everything about the incident with Jim and Spock.

The following day of school went by quite fast, but unfortunately Scotty and Leonard didn't get to spend much time together.

After his last class Scotty hurried over to the pool. He wanted to see Leonard and talk to him, if only for a few minutes.

"Mo ghràdh!"

The Scotsman ran over to his boyfriend and hugged him tightly before the boy got the chance to enter the changing room.

"Hey leannan."

A quick kiss before other people would come.

"I'm sorry that I didn't spend the time after lunch with ye. Keenser asked me for help on a project and then I had to rush to physics to reserve that promised seat to Jaylah."

Leonard smiled and shook his head.

"It's okay. We can spend time after dinner."

Scotty nodded eagerly, then turned his head when he saw two familiar persons come closer.

Jim. And Spock. Together.

Thank goodness!

Scotty couldn't keep the smile off his face. He was so relieved to see the two of them like that.

"Hey," he greeted them and both boys returned the greeting.

"Well... I guess ye better hurry," Scotty said to Leonard when Jim disappeared inside the changing room. The Scotsman held both his love's hands. "I'll watch and cheer ye on."

They exchanged one last kiss and promised to meet after dinner. A promise Scotty would keep.

#star trek #montgomery scott #leonard mccoy #scones #au #against all odds

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certifiedwhore4slashers · 2 years

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Wanna Play a Game?

Ghostface!Sidney Prescott x Fem!Reader

Summary: You're spending the night alone, vulnerable and unaware of what's coming for you, until a certain hot killer visits.

WARNING: Smut/NSFW 18+ MINORS PLEASE DNI! Yandere-ish Themes, possessiveness, stalking, Naive!Reader, manipulation, etc. SIDNEY IS DARK AND PSYCHOTIC!

I want to say real quick that minors can interact on non-nsfw things but NSFW minors should not and cannot interact, strictly 18+ content. Obviously it’s your media consumption but at least not interact.

To the actual adults, this one is smutty so hope you enjoy;)

I did like the idea of a ghostface!sidney au so here you guys go!

It was an ordinary evening for you, as usual. You were home alone because your parents wanted a date night and of course, you could handle being home alone.

Despite the fact that there had been a string of murders happening, your parents knew you’d be safe and there was no way you’d be targeted.

You trusted your parents, and couldn’t blame them whatsoever. You were 18, of course you could take care of yourself. Senior Year was being rough for you but you managed.

It was still October though so it was Halloween season. Your parents were still slightly cautious. You couldn’t invite anyone over(as the rule usually was when you were home alone) so you were going to have watch some movies alone.

You hoped the police would catch the killer, your best friend, Casey Becker, was one of the victims and watching movies didn’t feel right without her.

“What the fuck can I do? you whined, turning in the movie still sort of bored. You had no idea that your night would be turned upside down.

Your mother and father told you specifically to never answer phone calls, at least from an unknown number.

They trusted you and you would never break their trust, but sometimes you broke the rules, it was more fun that way. .

you made yourself some popcorn for the movie and you hoped for the best. Slasher movie, as usual. You wished you could have invited Randy over but your parents said you couldn't invite anyone over, not even your friends.

They thought you would host a party or something like that, but why would you? Especially during the spike of murders in Woodsboro. You weren’t that mean or disrespectful. You weren’t either at all.

You decided watching a Slasher movie didn’t feel right so you put on a comedy instead, usually sucked, but who cares?

The comedy got really boring though and didn’t feel at home. But you couldn’t watch a slasher movie, it would remind of you of everything going on. Plus, your mother would get pissed if she knew you were watching horror movies late at night.

M/N was very protective of you, as she should, but you felt frustrated by that sometimes. You argued you were 18, should be able to do whatever you want, right? M/N Would disagree for some odd reason. You never got to live your life because of her.

You didn't despise your mother, but she did some things you didn't agree with, being overprotective when you were an adult was one of those things. Since you were a senior still, you couldn't move out, but planned to soon.

Soon, the phone rang and you recognized the ID right away, your mother was calling of course, your father wasn't in the picture at all, abandoning you when you were born, so you felt unwanted from the lack of a father figure. But your mother loved you so that mattered right?

"Hi Mom, what's up?"

"Hi y/n, just wanted to check up on you, is everything doing good?"

"yeah, doing pretty good on my own, do you know when you get home?" you sort of knew what her response would be, but you hoped you would be wrong.

"oh. i should be coming home at 12 AM, i am sorry y/n, i try to support us both and-"

"mom, it's all good, don't worry about it, i can take care of myself, now that i'm 18."

"oh okay, i need to go, please be careful y/n."

the call ended and you were doing your daily things, including continuing to watch the movie, until the phone rang again, you groaned, going up to answer the phone again, after you paused the movie.

"Hello?"

"Hello Y/N."

You were quite frankly confused, first, the voice was a girl and second, how did someone know your name?

"Um, how do you know my name?"

"You need to find that out, oh wait, already in your house."

You were now terrified, what did she want to do with you? Why you? You tended to be invisible, go unnoticed, you expected to go unnoticed from the killer, too.

"What do you want with me asshole?"

The phone line went dead, so you put the phone back, and attempted to find some sort of weapon. Unfortunately for you, Ghostface came right at you, pinning you the ground quickly.

You groan, seeing the killer hold up a voice changer. "Surprise Y/n, Ghostface spoke, you quickly knew who Ghostface. "Sidney? You spoke, Ghostface revealed to be Sidney, like you predicted.

She smirked."Ready for some fun?" You gulp, feeling turned on as She took off your pants, then underwear, feeling yourself get wet, You whisper,"Please fuck me, Sid. I beg you." Sidney cockily smirked, putting two fingers in, making you moan.

"Oh god, You moan out."Fuck, that feels so good." You hated giving in, but you could not help it, this felt so good. She continued fingering you for a bit, pulling out just as you orgasmed.

You were getting up to put your clothes back on, but Sidney grinned."No done yet, y/n. Sit down on the couch." You obey, quickly sitting on the sofa as she went under, going close to your pussy.

She looked at you, then you nod, giving consent as her tongue went on your clit, you tried to hold it back, but couldn't, moaning loudly. It was clear Sidney enjoyed dominating you, you liked being submissive, letting her take control.

"How does that feel? Sid asked. You moan."So good, Keep going, please." Sidney nods, still sucking on your clit, you could feel the climax and about to cum.

"Don't cum yet, y/n."

"but-"

She shook her head, you wished you could orgasm, but Sidney was psycho, she liked seeing you suffer, not being able to cum. Soon, She stopped, putting her mask and costume back on. You wished she would have let you cum. She turned around, putting the voice changer close.

"See you again soon, Y/n."

#scream x reader #scream #gxg smut #smut #sidney prescott #18+#minors dni #horror #sidney prescott x reader #y/n #ghostface x reader #ghostface!sidney #female!reader #alternate universe #au #sidney prescott smut #scream smut

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Can you do one with Muzan and Kokushibo (bad at spelling 😂) With y/n. You can choose the content

Hi thank you for your request!! I might have gone a little ham on this one, I recently watched a movie called “Forgotten” on Netflix, and it inspired me to write this! I hope you like it (and that it’s not a straight up rip-off of the movie ooop)

Warnings: (fake) illness, drugs, explicit gore, murder, demons eating humans, manipulation/gaslighting, badly written amnesia

Word count: 1731

Take your pills - Yandere!Muzan Kibutsuju x Fem!Reader x Yandere!Kokushibo

Muzan and Kokushibo were always right. Or at least, Y/N had to trust they were always right, since her memory is so fuzzy. When the three first met, they told Y/N that she was ill and needed treatment. They claimed it was still in the first stages, so Y/N of course didn’t notice anything yet. But as they took her to the doctor and got her these pills, her whole head has just become so fuzzy. It was hard to stay in the real world and she could barely remember what she had been doing 5 minutes ago. Y/N wrote it off as the effects of the disease and that it was progressing despite all the medication.

But some things were so odd. That doctor they took her to, was that her usual doctor? Who was that person? When did she start living at Muzan and Kokushibo’s house, and since when did they call her ‘bunny and ‘darling’? The more she thought about her situation, the more questions popped up, and the harder it became to find answers. How could she, when her conscious felt like it was floating in an endless sea?

In the end, thinking became too tiresome. She decided to save herself the useless trouble of looking for answers she wasn’t going to get, and just trust Muzan and Kokushibo. She must be ill, that’s why they’re giving her these drugs. She can’t think straight, that’s why they’re taking care of her. That’s all she knew, and all she had to know.

Y/N stood at the sink in the bathroom, with a pill and a glass of water in her hand. She was about to pop the pill in her mouth, when Muzan suddenly opened the door, startling her and causing the pill to fell out of her hand and beneath the sink.

“You scared me half to death!”

Muzan shot her an apologetic look. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you, bunny. I just wanted to tell you breakfast is ready. Did you take your pill today?”

Y/N looked at her empty hand. She thought that she hadn’t taken it yet, but it wasn’t in her hand. She tried digging through her memory, but it was no use: she didn’t remember even that. Judging from the glass of water in her hand and the absence of a pill, she probably took one. Right?

She grinned at him and said: “Of course! What’s for breakfast?”

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Y/N awoke in the middle of the night, her eyes drowsily looking around the room. Despite having just woken up, she felt her mind was a bit clearer than it usually was. Rolling over in bed, she realised she was more aware of the softness of the sheets, the faint smell of Muzan and Kokushibo clinging to the fabric, and the warmth radiating from the empty spots where they usually slept.

Wait, empty spots?

Y/N sat up, patting the rest of the bed to see if Muzan and Kokushibo had somehow been lying at the very edges of the matrass, but it was all empty. Why were they both gone?

A scream suddenly ruptured the house. Though it was dampened by the walls, Y/N could tell it was a guttural scream of pure fear. It made the very hairs on her neck stand up. She was frozen in her bed, horrified at the silence that followed. She could only hear her own heart beat frantically in her chest.

Only when the scream came for a second time, did Y/N quickly move from the bed. The scream must have been coming from inside the house. There must be an intruder. Was someone hurting Muzan or Kokushibo? Or even worse, both of them?

She had to help them. Even if her presence would just be a distraction to stop whatever attacker was in their house for only a split second, that would be good enough.

She inched her way through the darkness of their house, following the noise, until she was right around the corner of the bathroom. The light inside was on and the screams of agony kept ringing in her ears. She grabbed her slipper as a make-shift weapon and braced herself, before jumping in the opening of the door and yelling at the top of her lungs: “Stop!”

But what she saw made her drop the slipper in her hand.

The screams weren’t coming from either Muzan or Kokushibo, but rather a deadly pale looking man in the bathtub. His eyes were red and his face was dripping with tears, snot, and blood. He was partially submerged in his own blood and was most likely the cause for all the red smears and hand prints on the bathroom tiles behind him. Even if Y/N was able to perform surgery on him, she could never save him; half of his abdomen had been hollowed out, his intestines draped out for all to see. He was littered with claw marks, and an occasional bite was missing from his limbs.

Right as Y/N had entered the bathroom, a bloodied hand had dug its way into him, tearing his flesh out. The hand belonged to Muzan, the usually neat and tidy man who now had wild eyes and a face smeared red. Kokushibo was crouching next to him, licking the blood off his fingers with that same feral look in his eyes.

With a hopeless dread in her stomach, Y/N fell to her knees. They were demons. She had been living with demons this entire time. Monsters, vicious killers, who posed as loving humans so they could have a cover and continue eating humans in peace. With shallow breaths, Y/N couldn’t stop staring at the man in the bathtub, whose horrifying final moments she was witnessing.

“Y/N? Y/N, it’s not what it looks like.”

Y/N gaze shifted to Muzan, who now turned his whole body towards her. He looked like a tiger about to pounce its prey.

“Go back to bed, Y/N,” added Kokushibo, who tried to show her a calming smile. All Y/N could see were his bloodied fangs.

Y/N shook her head fervently and crawled backwards away from them, tears stinging in her eyes. “You are monsters. You- You killed that man!”

Muzan frowned, before looking at Kokushibo. “The pills should’ve prevented this, right?”

Kokushibo stalked towards Y/N, who couldn’t move away fast enough. “I suppose there’s something we could still do to make this right.”

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When Y/N opened her eyes, she was back in the bed. Light was shining through the curtains, announcing the start of a new day. For a moment she was lost in the warm comfort of the bed and the two bodies surrounding hers, but then she suddenly remembered the events of last night.

Her eyes shot wide open and she gasped when she saw Muzan’s face right in front of hers. With his usual gentle smile, he whispered: “Good morning, darling.”

When he attempted to brush her hair out of her face, she flinched backwards, suddenly scared of the long claws on his hands. However, she didn’t get far: Kokushibo pressed himself against her back and wrapped his arms around her stomach. After he pressed a lazy kiss on her neck, he said: “What’s wrong, bunny?”

“You killed him.”

“What?”

“You killedhim. How could you do such a thing?”

Muzan once again moved his hand to caress her face, this time succeeding since Y/N didn’t have enough room to dodge him. With a carefully crafted worried look on his face, he said: “Sounds like you had an awful nightmare.”

Y/N frowned. “What? A nightmare?”

It was quiet for a while. Kokushibo propped himself up on his arm so he could look Y/N in the face. He looked grave as he asked: “Y/N, did you take your pill yesterday?”

Y/N opened her mouth to say yes, but stopped. She didn’t remember if she took one. Did she take one? No matter how much she dug in her memory, she just didn’t know.

Seeing the confusion on her face, Muzan sighed and shook his head. As he stroked her cheek with his thumb, he spoke: “You always had terrible nightmares before we took you to the doctor. You’d wake up and be so, so scared, just like you are now. The nightmares seemed so real to you, but they aren’t. They’re just nightmares.”

Kokushibo backed him up as he rubbed Y/N’s shoulder. “We were by your side the whole night, bunny. Right here in this bed.”

Something was wrong. She knew what she saw that night. But then again, why would they have any reason to lie? If they really were demons, they’d just eat her up if she witnessed them doing something like that, right? Demons wouldn’t care if they had to kill one more human, it’d just mean an extra meal for them. And they surely wouldn’t take care of someone like her like this. They must be right. They just have to be. Otherwise it just doesn’t make sense.

This illness really was messing with her head and her sense of reality. She felt like a fool. How could she possibly think that they’d do something like that, when they were always so kind and patient with her? She really was an idiot. In a small voice, Y/N said: “You’re right. I’m sorry.”

“It’s alright, darling, we know it’s hard.”

Kokushibo reached over to the nightstand on his side of the bed and grabbed a pill and the glass of water on top of it. Meanwhile, Muzan sits Y/N up straight, keeping his arm around her shoulders and his hand resting in hers.

“Open wide,” Kokushibo said as he held the pill in front of her mouth. When Y/N opened it, she received a pat on her head. “Good girl.”

She couldn’t help but feel this nagging in the back of her head. Something wasn’t right here. The gentle smiles on their faces, and the way Muzan patiently held out the glass of water for her. There was something hidden behind her eyes, but she just couldn’t put her finger on it. Was it really just the illness that was making her feel this way?

Finally, Muzan pressed the glass to her lips, forcing Y/N to take a sip and swallow the pill.

“From now on, we’ll make sure you take your pills, okay?”

#yandere #yandere x reader #yandere kimetsu no yaiba x reader #yandere kibutsuji #yandere muzan x reader #yandere muzan kibutsuji #yandere muzan kibutsuji x reader #yandere muzan #yandere kibutsuji muzan #yandere kokushibo #yandere kokushibo x reader #yandere demon slayer x reader #yandere demonslayer x reader #yandere demon slayer #yandere muzan x reader x kokushibo #yandere muzan kibutsuji x reader x kokushibo #yandere kokushibo x reader x muzan #yandere kokushibo x reader x muzan kibutsuji

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iamthemain-character · 2 years

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Thank you for requesting this! It turned out to just be a blurb, but I hope you enjoy all the same! :)

Don’t Get The Wrong Idea

greg lestrade x reader, sherlock x reader

she/her pronouns

TW: none

requested by @turvi

Sherlock Masterlist

Sherlock Holmes was easily one of the most eligible bachelors in the UK. Despite being one of the oddest men ever, men, women, and people alike found themselves fawning over the celebrity detective. Even Sherlock’s own friends were not immune, especially his friend Y/n.

It was a widely known fact in the friend group that Y/n had a crush on Sherlock; every time everyone was together she got all blushy and nervous around Sherlock. No one said anything, though there was the gentle tease here and there. Y/n simply laughed it off every time, so no one pushed it. Even Sherlock knew, but since he didn’t reciprocate those feelings he never said anything.

The group was having dinner together at Sherlock and John’s place one night; everyone was there, Mary, Molly, Greg, Mycroft, Mrs. Hudson, and of course Y/n. Throughout the course of the night many conversation topics came and went, until for some odd reason the topic of relationships came up. Mary and John took the head of the conversation, being the residential couple, inquiring into everyone’s personal lives.

“How about you Y/n? Is there anyone special in your life?”

Y/n choked on her drink, taking a moment to clear her throat before she answered. Fidgeting with her napkin, she softly answered. “Well, there is someone?”

A chorus of ooos went around the table, and everyone held their breath as they waited for their friend to confess to Sherlock.

“He’s wonderful really; he’s hardworking and kind, he’s funny, and very very handsome. I’ve liked him for a while, but I don’t think he’s ever really noticed me the way I have.”

Suddenly the scrape of a chair could be heard as Sherlock stood up. He took a deep breath, a bit nervous that he was about to break his friend’s heart. “Y/n, you must know, I have appreciated you greatly as my… friend. But I can’t let this go any longer. While I appreciate the compliments you have paid me, I must confess that I am aware of your attraction to me. I have known for a while, but unfortunately I do not reciprocate those feelings. So sorry to disappoint, but I trust that your heart will recover.”

With that Sherlock went to sit down, but suddenly Y/n burst into laughter. Everyone stared at her, confused at how she was taking this so well, but she just kept laughing until tears were running from her eyes. Finally when Y/n caught her breath, she looked around to her friend’s confused faces.

“Did you all really think I liked Sherlock?”

Everyone murmured some form of “yes” or “yeah”.

“Sherlock is a dear friend, but I couldn’t love him like that in a million years. The man I was talking about was our dear detective inspector.”

Everyone’s jaws dropped as the realization hit them, and for a moment the words were processing in Greg’s head before he fully came to the realization.

“Wait, are you saying, you’re in love with….”

“Yes Greg, I’m in love with you. I should’ve had the courage to tell you long ago, but how could I. You’re absolutely incredible, and you’ve completely stolen my heart.”

Sherlock’s eyebrows were deeply furrowed as he tried to understand what was happening; he rarely got things wrong. “But your actions and attitude around me all signaled you felt attraction-“

“To Greg, sherl, to Greg. I got nervous around you because I thought you knew my secret and would blurt it out to him.”

Finally it all made sense; everyone laughed and let out their breaths as they added everything up and realized they had been wrong. In the meantime, Greg turned to the person sitting next to him and took her hand.

“You want to get out of here? I’d love to take you to dessert if you’d like.”

Y/n nodded, and together hand in hand the pair said goodbye and set off to enjoy their night together.

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