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unique-high ยท 4 months
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Ateez reactions to their S/O sharing their drink or food with them.
Requested: how would the members react to a s/o being comfortable enough to share their drink or food with them when they know it isn't their thing.
a/n: ugh I hope you like it. ๐Ÿ˜ญ sorry for any mistakes.
YEOSANG: he would be surprised if you shared your drink with him. โ€œreally you are sharing with me?โ€ he would ask, taking your bottle of juice and sipping from it. You never liked drinking after people or sharing food. It was never your thing. Yeosang always made sure to never drink out of anything you were having. Since getting into a relationship with Yeosang, you wanted to share your drinks with him, but you weren't always sure if you wanted to until now and saw that your boyfriend looked thirsty.
JONGHO: he would be a little unsure when you offered him a bite of your food. He'd decline at first and then change his mind when you pout a little. Jongho would say something like, โ€œAre you sure?โ€ or โ€œYou never share, but I'm happy you offered me a bite.โ€ Jongho is the type of boyfriend who shares his food with you, but he always gives you half of it because he knows you don't like eating after people, not even with him. He never complained about it, though. It was just something you didn't like to do, and he respected that.
WOOYOUNG: he would look at you strangely when you helped your straw up to his lips. โ€œYou never share your drinks. What's going on? Where is my girlfriend?โ€ Wooyoung would squint his eyes at you. This was something new, and he was trying to figure out why you suddenly wanted to share your drink. But he happily sipped from the pink-dotted straw. He remembered when you and he first started dating; you told him you didn't drink after people or let anyone drink after you. You just found it a little weird and just weren't comfortable with it.
SAN: he would be happy that you were sharing your food with him and letting him take the first bite and then you have a bite after him. โ€œOh, wow, you're comfortable sharing your food with me now?โ€ he would smile before taking another bite of your food. San has always waited patiently for you to come around with you sharing your food with him. He never bugged you about it because he knew how picky you could be with these sorts of things.
SEONGHWA: he would be shocked that you were handing over your drink to him. He had said he was thirsty, but there were no vending machines around for him to get anything. โ€œReally? You're letting me drink after you?โ€ he would ask as he took your drink from your hand. He never thought this day would come that you'd be sharing your drink with him. It even took you a while in the relationship to get comfortable enough to share food with him. Seonghwa is the type of boyfriend to want to share his food with you, wanting to feed you after he tasted it first.
YUNHO: he would be a little skeptical about you wanting to share your drink with him. It just wasn't your thing to do. He knew you were trying to be open to sharing with him. โ€œYou don't have to share your drink with me if you don't want to, y/n.โ€ he would say. But you wanted to share with him. He's your boyfriend. It was something you would have to get used to doing with him. Besides you always got yummy drinks and wanted for Yunho to taste them, but that fear of having someone drink after you always stopped you from doing so.
MINGI: he would be caught off guard when you take a bite of his burger that he had already bitten into. His eyes were a little wide as he stared at you, watching you chew happily. โ€œOkay, did you really bite my burger?!โ€ he would laugh but felt happy with you eating. It wasn't a rule that you had that you would never eat or drink after Mingi, it was just you never felt comfortable doing it. You've been dating Mingi for a while and you knew you wanted to share stuff with him like food and drinks. He never pressured you into anything, he respected that you didn't like eating and drinking after people.
HONGJOONG: He would be excited that you were finally sharing your drinks with him. Because he always wanted to do that cute couple thing where you both shared a drink, sipping out of your own straws. โ€œThanks for sharing with me. It means a lot to me that you're comfortable enough to share your drink with me now.โ€ He would say smiling. That's all Hongjoong ever wanted you to be was comfortable with him.
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ot3 ยท 7 months
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this flavor of trans guy misogyny where they do rhetorical backflips to explain why them not caring about women is good, actually, and since cis men are also misogynists a lot of the time we should all just stop complaining about it.
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trashytoastboi ยท 2 years
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Could you please write a wedding and honeymoon HeadCanon for sanji and his fempartner
Heyya!๐Ÿ€๐Ÿž sure thing! I love writing for Sanji even though he's not one of the most requested characters ๐Ÿฅบ sorry this took so long. Hope you enjoy~
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Headcanons: Wedding/Honey moon for Sanji and his F! Partner
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Sanji
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๐Ÿฝย On this joyous day, and a once in a lifetime event where Sanji would wed his beloved {Name}...despite being the groom, he still insisted on wanting to prepare all the meals himself. It is Sanji's wedding day and yet he sweats away in the kitchen preparing meals and plates of delicious food. To add even more work for himself he decided he would bake his own wedding cake too. After the entire Big Mom fiasco he felt confident in his ability. Sanji finally put down the apron to finish getting ready for the wedding, and maybe squeeze in a little more cooking. Ussop, Frankie and Brook came in tow to drag him away from the kitchen and help him finish his preparations.
๐Ÿฝย Sanji rushed to the hall where the ceremony would take place. {Name} and Sanji felt quite content with something small and nothing more than an officiator to oversee the proceedings. Nami and Robin protested heavily to this, eventually convincing the rest of the crew to actually hold a proper wedding. Making it in the nick of time before {Name's} cue, Sanji stood at the door. The realization hit him hard and fast. โ€œI'm getting married...โ€ Sanji froze in place, repeating the words. Frankie and Ussop stressed about Sanji getting cold feet, and soon discovered their concerns were in vain. Sanji's eyes had taken on the image of hearts, he swooned and swayed with happiness. Instead of stressing about the groom running away, they were trying not to get any blood on his attire from Sanji's profuse nosebleed.
๐Ÿฝย Sanji pulled himself together, taking a deep breath. Removing the tissue that had been helping him with the nosebleed and made sure he looked the absolute best he could. The rest of the crew waited eagerly, Brook took it as his sign and played a softer, slower rendition of Bink's Sake. Something more fitting for the event, Jinbei had been giving the role of walking with {Name} down the aisle. Nami and Robin were absent from the hall to help with {Name's} outfit, and even if their ceremony is on the smaller side. It is an occasion that they had believed they should go out with all their abilities. The door opens, and {Name} steps into the hall with Jinbei.
๐Ÿฝย Sanji turned his attention to the sounds of the door opening, looking at {Name}. Sanji can feel his breath caught in his throat, stunned. A wide variety of words pass through his mind but seemingly unable to express the overwhelming feeling that gripped him. He felt like he wanted to cry from the happiness in just seeing {Name} smiling at him, walking down the short aisle. Every step she took towards him, he could only think of beautiful in every sense of the word and praised her with every synonym he could think of.
๐Ÿฝย His stomach filled with the nervous feeling more aptly described as the fluttering butterflies. The exchange of vows were sweet and endearing. Not the usual, but rather something they said to each other and promised. It may have been a little sappy, however on such an occasion it is expected and appreciated in its own right. Even though there had loosely been a mental script planned by Sanji for his vows he ended up going off that. Only to proclaim a list of things and promises to {Name}. Chopper had to cut the drawn out speech a little short when he brought the rings for Sanji. Being able to fully call her his wife honestly is a dream come true. Sanji smiled softly even as his hands trembled lightly while placing the ring on her finger. The second he came into contact with {Name's} warmth, his hand steadied.
๐Ÿฝย After exchanging the rings, came a few more words to officiate the entire ceremony. Sanji's most anticipated moment finally arrived, the moment he could officially kiss his wife. The word 'wife' had such a nice ring to it. โ€œ{Name's} my wife...โ€ How he played those words through his head over and over again. Gleeful, proud and just so undeniably elated.
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Honeymoon
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๐Ÿฝย After the ceremony, the after party that lasted a few days too many came the dilemma of the honeymoon. There was a torn decision about whether or not to go on the oh so famous Honeymoon. Even then it's the consideration of what would be the perfect getaway for a newly wed couple? There was even a debate over who would take over the meals for the crew for the time that Sanji and {Name} would be away. The debate already implied they were expecting Sanji to go on the honeymoon. Sanji felt a little bad and worried over what would come of his crew and his kitchen if he left. Though the crew reassured the couple that it will be taken care of. They shouldn't have to worry about anything and just enjoy. Sanji felt a little doubtful, on the same note, he wanted to experience the full package of being a newly wed. Besides a little private time was quite ideal for him, his cheeks flushed when his thoughts became quite...otherwise.
๐Ÿฝย And by some really great coincidence, the Thousand Sunny docked by a beautiful island famous for being one of the best honeymoon spots along the grandline. Sanji knew better than to call it chance and could practically see the glow radiating off the crew, awaiting praise for choosing such a wonderful destination. {Name} flashed a smile towards Robin and Nami who helped with the plan.
๐Ÿฝย The extent of the so called 'coincidence' is easily revealed in its entirety. All of the accommodations had been prearranged, there was an itinerary for all the lovey dovey activities for couples. They looked fun, albeit cheesy. Sanji didn't need much of a reason to do all these cheesy romantic things with his wife. Even adhering to the random tradition of carrying his wife over the threshold into their room.
๐Ÿฝย The experience really was unlike any other, the series of sappy couple photos and activities. Cute little moments captured both in their memories and in photographs. Everything felt like a trope in a romantic novel. The view of the sunset that washed the entire island in that afternoon glow, the scenic beauty of the entire island. Sanji smiled turning his attention to the most stunning scene there is- his wife smiling. For as long as he could remember he found himself always following {Name}, every moment like this, his eyes were on her. Nothing could rival her beauty. The mood is serene, Sanji smiled with such comfort. The giddy feeling that permeated through him, Sanji gently grasped {Name's} hand. Planting a soft and sweet, chaste kiss on the back of her hand and lacing a honeyed voice to tell her how much he loves her. Along with him being the luckiest man alive to have her as his wife. {Name} blushed at Sanji's words, and seeing that cheeky little smirk he held when he saw her blushing.
๐Ÿฝ The entire trip had a nice mix of relaxation, trying different dishes and cuisine, listening to Sanji giving advice to the junior chefs about how to spice up their dishes. Attending a few parties, the fair spot of being able to dance together, grabbing a few drinks and avoiding the prying eyes of the occasional marine. Sanji felt so happy with the entire trip he planned an extra special feast for the crew when he got back.
๐Ÿฝ The last day of the honeymoon started with preparation to leave at the end of the day and could be seen as more uneventful in contrast to the rest of the trip thus far. Sanji and {Name} spent the day together without an activity in mind. They simply spent the day together without an activity in mind. The couple just enjoyed each other's presence and appreciating a little bit of peace before heading back into the crazy day to day life.
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Jimmy and kyle showing each other love on Instagram. Demar needs to step up!!
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WHY would jimmy just post this Singular photo of kyle lowry ๐Ÿ˜ญ
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skepticalkoi-catastrophe ยท 2 years
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โ โค ๐ฟ๐‘œ๐“‹๐‘’ ๐’ฆ๐’พ๐“๐“๐’ถ ๐Ÿ”ช โž
Slasher oc x BlackFem!oc
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โ‡ธ Paring - Slasher oc [@BUNII_ on Twitter] x Reader!oc
โ‡ธThe following SMAU fanfic is inspired by the movie Scream, the 2015 MTV Scream TV series and fanficThe Final Girl by @ghoularaki . Comments, Reblogs, and Shares are heavily appreciated. Please enjoy ~ โ™ฅ๏ธŽ
โ‡ธ โš ๏ธ Warning/Genre โš ๏ธ Horror, slight comedy, interracial couple, slightly angst, fluff, social media au, senior high school/slasher au, character deaths ( major & minor), blood, detailed gore, eventual smut, explicit sexual themes, slow burn, strangers to friends au, friends to lovers au, childhood friends to lovers au.
โ‡ธ Quick Sum up: โA rise in missing persons reports render a small town afraid and helpless. But when Ashe, the towns goody two shoes, gets thrown in the middle of copycat killing spree, an unknown contact comes to protect her from the shadows.โž
Word count - 1,452
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โ†ณย ย ย ย Suprise, Suprise ย ย  โ†ฒ
"So why exactly are you here again?" August grunts, raising Ashe aloft by your hips for her to reach the top half of the bookshelf. "You said this wouldn't take all day."
"It will if you don't hold on a little longer." She stage whispers. "I've almost got it."
Rumor has it an old copy of the Draycott's archives was stored in the school's library in case someone steals the real one from the town hall building. But no one's been able to find it since Principal Doushaw had it removed for a while until he put it back in hiding.
Ashe sticks her tongue out to focus extending her arm in the direction of the book's location. She pulls out the copy, it was littered with dust and its paper reeked with age.
"I got it you can put me down now."
August lowers her, him peering over her. The heavy book rests in her hands, with tanned pages, and some pages are torn. Ashe flips through, but her face sours.
"The fuck? It's gone? It should be right here..."
"What should be right here?" August is thrown off by her response and held the back cover in his hand. The page Ashe was looking for was replaced with a folded over square of paper. He slowly rips it from the page, opening it to reveal its words.
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"Excuse me young lady what do you think you are doing?" The librarian scowls.
Ashe withholds the book behind her back.
"It's not what it-"
Turns out she was talking to some other girl. She exhales in relief.
She opens it again taking the note and shoving it in her pocket. There had to be more but they ran out of time as the lunch bell rings.
"We'll come back later Auggie, you still have to treat me to lunch remember?"
He sucks his teeth side-eyeing her.
Slinging her bag on her shoulders, she pokes his cheek smugly smiling while walking ahead.
"How's about Chick Fil A?
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Facing the window at the back of the classroom, Ashe laid her head on her folded arms as she tried napping before her AP French class started. Even so, her eyes shot open when the door was slammed open.
'You've gotta be fuckin kiddin' ' She thought annoyed, her head still on her arms.
The person's footsteps stopped right in front of her desk, its chair moving for them to take a seat. They haven't spoken.
In the glass's reflection, their big doe eyes were adorably glazed in nervousness. They gulped down the lump in their throat to calm themself. Softly tapping her desk, she slowly lifted her head a bit.
"Hello to you too Ryver." She yawns.
"To what do I owe the pleasure?" Propping her hand up, her chin resting in her palm.
His hand flinched back.
"H-hey Ashe. Sorry about the door. I asked Sinclair where you were so I could check in on you. You didn't come yesterday. I wanted to know if you were alright."
She senses his unease, shaking her head to reassure him. "It's okay Ryver I understand. You're not the only one who was but I appreciate it."
Ryver nods, shifting his glances around the empty room and playing with his hair. His bunny-Esque teeth peek out from his plump lips as he flashed her a smile. Was he this much of a nervous wreck when they met before?
"It's just been a long day. Nothing a quick nap can't fix." Ashe lays her head back down. "Wake me when the teacher shows up 'kay?"
He was about to reply when without warning both their phone's notifications go off. Gasps are heard outside the classroom.
To her horror, it was a video of the masked stalker from the pep rally. The video was glitching like a VHS tape but the audio was clear.
"Greetings Draycott High. It seems we haven't met. But one of you has..."
Their voice is gruff as they continue.
"Don't worry kitten your time will come but for now there's the queen who must be dethroned."
Ashe's chest tightened rising from her seat.
"The prince is valuable so he too will be spared. If you found my note, you should take another look at it. You'll miss your first clue little kitten."
Crumbled in her pocket she pulls out the note, Ryver freezes and stares.
"There are many things that aren't as they seem to children. So many realities will come crashing down because the truth is too heavy of a burden to bear. Do you have what it takes to stop it?"
The masked figure pauses. Their face was hidden by a red demonic skull.
"Here's your chance to prove yourself. Shine a light on five eyes to truly see. I wish you luck."
Following their statement, the video abruptly cuts. Highly strung Ryver fixes his gaze on Ashe's crinkled nose and creased brows as she stands upright from her chair. She makes off with the note not looking back.
"Ashe wait!" Ryver calls keeping chase.
Her Converses screeching against the tiled hallway en route towards the bathroom she's stopped. Crashing into the chest of another their arms wrapped around her so she wouldn't fall back from the impact.
"Woah Woah, Ashe?- " August held her meeting her eyes. They were tearing.
He slowly took her hands, them shaking violently. "It's okay, take deep breaths for me, focus on your breathing. Focus on my voice."
Ryver halted behind a wall, his heart beating in his ears. There has to be something he can do. What could he do?
He peeks around the wall but she and him were gone.
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Brisk air filled the infirmary as they rest on one of the beds. Her knees are pulled into her chest in the fetal position, August laying behind her. His hands were at her waist and her back flush against his chest. His chin atop her head as he looks out the window.
Nurse Maisie stepped out to bring them snacks, more so to give them privacy. He hated seeing her like this but he knows he's her anchor and wouldn't change her for the world. Ashe's sleeping figure turned over, nuzzling closer into his neck. The breathing exercises he learned calmed her down, in time lulling her to sleep.
He's been there through every one of her attacks though it dosen't get any easier seeing her moisten cheeks. He cradles the back of her head, kissing her forhead when Ashe's phone vibrates.
Her and the girl's group chat notification lit up.
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After school, Ashe was driven home during the carpool however August decided to stay the night with her. The corner meximart was open so they bought a two-liter bottle of soda and ice cream for their pizza dinner Ashe's mom ordered via Doordash. She wasn't home again, something about the autopsy taking longer than expected. As for what'll happen with the video, digital forensics is looking into it.
That gave her somewhat peace of mind.
Locking the doors and windows, they got comfortable. Pajamas from August's previous sleepovers were laid out on Ashe's bed as she waited for him after his shower. Shaking down her underwear drawer for a pair, an envelope wrapped in her boyshorts hits the carpet. Its contents spill out, she kneeled lifting them.
A gold chain necklace laced her fingers as she lifted it, an engraved ring hanging from it. Dated polaroid photos with a dried rose and a handwritten letter rest in her hands. She shook her head giving a rueful half-smile.
'Why'd you have to leave...' She thought.
"Ashe where are the toothbrushes?"
Frantically she shoves the items back in the drawer shutting it.
"They're under the sink Auggie."
Ding went the doorbell downstairs. She had her knife concealed in her hoodie sleeve while walking downstairs. Through the peephole, the pizza guy stood with their extra-large cheese pie. She unlocks the door, her breathing slightly staggering.
Swinging it open, she greets him taking the box from his hands and wishing him a good night. Ashe set the box on the kitchen counter. On her tippy toes, she reaches for the ceramic plates when one slips from her fingertips. August catches the plate with his free hand keeping the other on her hip.
"Nice Spidey Sense Carrot Top."
His chin leaned on the top of her shoulder pulling her closer. Dampened orange curls stuck to his forehead and his tired sweet hue of spring clovers meet her polished amber gaze.
"You're welcome, Mary Jane."
He whispers caressing her silken skin underneath her tank top.
Unperceived, her phone sat on her bed upstairs vibrating. Her call log was filled with multiples missed from one contact.
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intoxicated-chan ยท 10 months
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Okay this is an idea Iโ€™ve had for a while but imagine Miguel hasnโ€™t had time to fuck his s/o due to spider duties and Alchemax shenanigans. And theyโ€™re soooooo fucking horny typically they come to Miggy whenever they have this problem but they donโ€™t want to bother him so they bring out some old tools. Their vibrators from before they started dating. Miguel comes home however right during the middle of you using one of them and heโ€™s soooo mad cause he wants to fuck you. Iโ€™ll leave the rest of the fic up to you. ๐Ÿ’‹ Love you so much!!
You Set My Soul Alight
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โœฟเธบ Paring โžณโฅ Miguel Oโ€™Hara x F!Reader
โœฟเธบ Summary โžณโฅ Miguel is always busy and leaving you in a mess. But you feel bad bothering him so you look for your past methods to get off.
โœฟเธบ (A/n) โžณโฅ Inspired by โ€œSupermassive Black Holeโ€ by The Muse. Apologies this took a while.
โœฟเธบ Word Count โžณโฅ 1k
โœฟเธบ Content Warnings โžณโฅ Female reader, pet names (Mi amor, cariรฑo) cock blocking, female masturbation, biting, blood, restraints, begging, choking, slightly mean Miguelโ€ฆ
Want more Miguel Content, check out my Masterlist!!
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โ€œMiguel.โ€ You moaned out and pushed up against the kitchen counter.
You felt one hand slip under your shirt and, the other went down to your pants, tugging them down.
โ€œYes, mi amor?โ€ Miguel whispered in your ear, โ€œUse your words.โ€
โ€œPleaseโ€ฆ Hurry.โ€ You whined.
His body was up against you. His fingers lightly graze your skin in fear but still were attentive as possible. But you jolted when you felt a finger push inside you.
โ€œSlow.โ€ He murmured, โ€œSlow.โ€
You continue to whine and moan as his finger moves in and out, then a second finger was added.
โ€œMigu-!โ€ His hand that was previously toying with your skin was now clammed over your mouth.
โ€œSo impatient.โ€ He chuckled, โ€œI ought to-โ€œ
His phone rings loudly and he curses rather loudly. Marching over it and answering it, talking to whoever was on the other side. But by the looks and sound, it wasnโ€™t good news.
โ€œIโ€™m sorry, (Y/n). I have to head back to the office.โ€ Miguel tells you.
โ€œGo back? But you just got home a couple of hours ago.โ€ You questioned.
โ€œWell, they let the intern do the filings. I have to head back and fix their mistake.โ€
You watched him head up to the bathroom, leaving you flustered and bothered.
It wasnโ€™t the first time something like this happened. Whenever Miguel had the chance to finally touch you, something always has to interrupt him.
It wouldโ€™ve been fine if it was for the last couple of days, but it just had to be weeks!
Miguel grumbles in his office, looking over the mess the employees let the intern make. And whatโ€™s worse? Oh yeah, he has to go back to the headquarters before Peter B. does something stupid. Why did he leave that idiot in charge again?
He grumbles even more when he gets the notification on his laptop, more emails sent, and more paperwork to look over. Sometimes he wishes he could just ditch work and head back to you. But he knows heโ€™s the boss and he couldnโ€™t be doing that.
And it wasnโ€™t the first time this happenedโ€ฆ
You felt Miguelโ€™s crotch press up against yours, his lips kissed down to your neck, placing light kisses before biting down.
Your hands come up to his hair, pulling him away from your neck. You watch him as he smirks, licking the blood off his lips.
โ€œWhat did I say before?โ€ He murmurs.
โ€œMiguel.โ€ You huffed, โ€œPlease.โ€
โ€œPlease what?โ€
โ€œPlease-โ€œ His watch rang, making his hiss.
He grabs it, pressing a few buttons. A screen pops up, itโ€™s Gwen, โ€œYes?โ€
โ€œUm, how bad would it be if about a dozen villains escaped?โ€
โ€œGwen, you do not need me there.โ€
โ€œNormally, yes. But if itโ€™s all of themโ€ฆโ€
โ€œAll of them?! How?!โ€
โ€œI just got here!โ€
โ€œIโ€™m on my way.โ€ He sighs, โ€œIโ€™m sorry, cariรฑo, itโ€™s-โ€œ
โ€œDonโ€™t apologize.โ€ You sit up, โ€œGo, I can take care of this.โ€ Gesturing to the still-bleeding wound.
โ€œI love you.โ€ He places a kiss on your forehead.
โ€œI love you too, Miguel.โ€
It wasnโ€™t just frustrating for him, it was you as well.
You wanted to beg him to stay a little longer, but at the same time, it felt selfish. The HQ wouldโ€™ve fallen to pieces if Miguel wasnโ€™t there to control the situation.
And now, you laid back on the bed. Usually, youโ€™d keep yourself busy with your work but the ache between your legs was getting unbearable by the second.
You huffed and opened the bedside table, last drawer, and hidden under a blanket was your vibrator. Itโ€™s been a while since you last used it, it was before Miguel became slammed with work. But desperate times call for desperate measures.
You took a deep breath and let it out, relaxing. With it up against your clit, you pressed the button. The vibrations made you jolt and your breath hitched. You closed your eyes and let yourself fall into your imagination while pleasure flows throughout your body.
You missed his touch. The way he made you feel. How careful he was with you like you were made of glass. But once he was sure of himself, heโ€™d let himself go.
The way his hands come to your throat, squeezing it before his hands traveled down. But your favorite part is when he finally got to bite your neck. You knew it was his favorite and he wasnโ€™t going to admit it.
Those nights that were pure bliss always heeded carefully, he wanted to be sure that you were okay and-
โ€œDidnโ€™t think youโ€™d miss me this much.โ€ Miguel leans on the door frame. Watching you cover yourself you, โ€œNo, no, donโ€™t stop on my account.โ€
โ€œI-I thought-โ€œ
โ€œYeah, the others had it handled. Came back home once I learned.โ€ Miguel closes the door as he enters the shared bedroom, โ€œSo, whatโ€™s this?โ€ Snatching the now turned-off toy, โ€œHow long have you been using this?โ€
โ€œJust now.โ€ You tell him.
He climbs onto the bed, โ€œAm I really that disappointing in bed?โ€ Miguel forces your legs open and pulls you closer to him, โ€œIs that the only thing that can get you off?โ€ He starts stripping himself.
โ€œNo! Youโ€™re more than enough.โ€ You try to sit up but he pushes you back down.
โ€œThen tell me why do you still have these?โ€
โ€œB-Because youโ€™re so busy, I didnโ€™t want to bother you.โ€
As if his smirk couldnโ€™t get anymore wider, โ€œAll you had to do was use your words.โ€ Miguel holds your hands up against the headboard, using his webbing to keep them secure, โ€œSo, tell me. ยฟQuรฉ quieres?โ€ (What do you want?)
โ€œPleaseโ€ฆโ€
โ€œPlease what?โ€
โ€œPlease, fuck me, Miguel.โ€
โ€œSee, was that so hard?โ€ He chuckles.
He doesnโ€™t bother wasting time preparing, he shoved himself in a single thrust. His hand comes to your throat, apply pressure.
Your legs tightly wrap around him, if he wasnโ€™t already close to you, he is now.
โ€œIโ€™ve got a lot of making up to you.โ€ He growls, โ€œWe have all day for it, keep your eyes on me and Iโ€™ll give you want you want.โ€
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I love your work so much imagine ben Drowned in hasbin hotel.
Them crawling out of the TV and alistor is like I don't like tv but can you mess with vox๐Ÿ˜ญ.
SURE!! LOL! ๐Ÿฆ†๐Ÿ’—If anyone wants to do a creepypasta! Reader, I will make it a fanon version cause thatโ€™s most easier since Iโ€™ve always seen the fanon side of creepypasta when I was into the fandom๐Ÿ’—
HAZBIN HOTEL X BEN DROWNED! READER
prompt: after jumping into a tv to hide from being stabbed by Jeffโ€ฆyou accidentally went into a show called HAZBIN HOTELโ€ฆโ€ฆ
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Your dumbass didnโ€™t even check what was on tvโ€ฆit was just left on as you are now falling to a city in a shape of aโ€ฆ..pentagram?
Welll shitโ€ฆyou are in a hell cartoonโ€ฆ
Meanwhile with Jeff: โ€œwhere the fuck is that short tacked bitchโ€ฆโ€ he said holding his knife tightly as his eyes glanced at the tv. โ€œThat bastard!โ€
MEANWHILE WITH YOU: You pointed to a service pole and started to surge through the electrical wire into some random old tv box. You pressed your hand through the tv screen and came out of it. As you came out of it a gasp was heard to see a bunch of charactersโ€ฆ..oh boyโ€ฆ
After basically getting chased around the hotel and interrogatedโ€ฆthey let you stay by Charlieโ€™s words as she was excited to have another member to her crew at last. ๏ฟผ
Few weeks later, they have gotten use to you. I mean Alastor still keeps an eye on you as you play games and go through electronics around the place.
Angel thinks itโ€™s funny for you to hack Valentinoโ€™s page to make his bio say โ€œI have a small dick.โ€
Vaggie makes you go out on errands until she can find you a decent duty at least. But she appreciates how you help around a lot.
Husk thinks your pretty annoying because of your gen z & gen alpha humor. I headcannon ben and you to basically be a media specialist to learn the lingo around and to understand the generation.
โ€œHey huskโ€ฆโ€ โ€œhey kidโ€ฆโ€ โ€œyouโ€™re so not alpha maleโ€ฆโ€ โ€œโ€ฆthe fuck?โ€ โ€œSooo not slay.โ€ โ€œGet the fuck out my face.โ€ *cue you doing a gremlin ass laugh*
I can see Velvette making fun of you for wearing the link fit๐Ÿ˜ญ she would be confused as if you were a stinky cosplayer kid-
โ€œGOOD HELL?! What are you wearing dear..โ€ the female vee says as you look down to your link outfit. โ€œWhatโ€™s wrong with it? I think I look โœจf a b u l o u sโœจโ€ you said with sass
โ€œYou look horrendous. THATโ€™S what you look like.โ€ Velvette says. You rolled your eyes as she snapped her fingers giving you black converses, tan brown pants, and a green hoodie. She had let you keep your link hat as you actually liked how you looked.
Maybe when you get back to slenderโ€™s mansion you can spend his card to buy an outfit like this.
I imagine Charlie or niffty trying to wipe off the blood tears of your eyes thinking you were crying as you stand there like โ€œwhat is going on-๐Ÿคจโ€ most definitely the face look like this โ€œ:Tโ€
Angel dust brought you a gaming set from a thrift shop as you smiled happily at this and started to playโ€ฆ.only to find out it had knock off versions of the games in the human worldโ€ฆ.impta?! (GTA) PENTACRAFT?! (Minecraft) hellmon?? (Pokรฉmon)
You immediately thrown the gaming set outside and decided to go hack Voxโ€™s system for fun again.
I can imagine reader sending random โ€œif you donโ€™t like this, Lucifer is coming for you.โ€ posts to random sinner to fuck with them.
I can DEFINITELY see Alastor asking you to go mess with Voxโ€™s tech even if he doesnโ€™t like those picture boxes. โ€œBen/Reader, my fine fellow..I got a favor to ask of you.โ€ After he asked you to go mess with this dude named Vox. You smiled as you transported into your own tv and go to the vee tower.
You hacked into Voxโ€™s system as he spit his coffee out to see โ€œnya catโ€ on all his computers and devices as you snicker seeing Voxโ€™s face trying to fix it. You laughed showing yourself as your bloody tears roll down your face because of laughing. โ€œWHO THE FUCK ARE YOU?!โ€ Vox asked angrily
โ€œIM YOU! BUT BETTER! GET HACKED LOSER!โ€ You said before disappearing from his system as Vox claws his desk in anger.
Alastor had a good chuckle when you told him what you did. โ€œI never liked this picture boxesโ€ฆbut you my friend, are true entertainment.โ€ After this your relationship with Alastor grew as he would pay you handsomely with snacks as you go and piss Vox off on any other day.
Valentino and Vox hate your guys to the point they want to kill you while Velvette is just chill with you as she helps you with your outfits and aesthetics.
I imagine since Ben drowned also looks like link, you have long hair like link but sometimes cut it down to bit length to not trip on it.
You give off that โ€œnew worker at McDonaldโ€™sโ€ vibes as you would just play around instead of helping the residents๐Ÿ˜ญ
โ€œCan I have keycard?โ€ โ€œโ€ฆ.how about no?โ€
I imagine you just tapping on and off a lamp post boredly as Valentino keeps going towards it and away from. โ€œOnโ€ฆ.offโ€ฆonโ€ฆoffโ€ฆโ€ you liked to mess with people
You had tapped on sir Pentiousโ€™s device once and it explodedโ€ฆyeah you were pretty much banned from his room and lab. But it was worth it.
You definitely wrestle with husk as husk will just try to claw out your eyes only him to just get pepper sprayed by you.
โ€œAGG MY FUCKIN' EYES!!โ€ โ€œI didnโ€™t know this shit would work on demons..โ€
Lucifer was definitely intrigued with your appearance as you seemed like a human. But also had a demonic appearance. So he questioned you and you just kept saying โ€œSWAG!โ€ He got tired of it and demanded you as the ruler of hell.
It didnโ€™t work as you just shrug with a โ€œ:Dโ€ face and transported into a wire. Lucifer was bamboozled as he just stood there like โ€œwhat just happenedโ€
You showed niffty how to beat any person during a game as you, yourself is a hacker and can beat any game personally.
You looked at the phone that you stole from that flat faced dude as you smirked having an idea as you transported into the phone to try and go find Jeff. And lucky you did as he was sitting on the couch watching wrestling.
โ€œHeyyy buddy.โ€ You said looking through the tv to see Jeff. He scoffed seeing that his favorite program was ruined by your face. Jeff turned off the tv. Your face was like a pikachu shocked face. โ€œTHAT BITC-โ€
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Hi Sunny!! So I canโ€™t get the idea of Trafalgar Law waking up in the arms of his female crush or s/o (early on in their relationship) with his face buried in her chest as the reader pulled him into her cleavage in her sleep! In my mind I canโ€™t decide if Law is shy or lowkey perverted! It all suits him well to me, so you do with that what you want.
So may I get something like that? It could be either fluff or a starter for smut I just would love to read something like this ๐Ÿ˜
I hope I made sense and thank you in advance ๐Ÿ’“๐Ÿ’“
ASK AND YE SHALL RECEIVEโ€ฆ
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Law doesnโ€™t recall his bed ever feeling this soft and warm.
He also doesnโ€™t recall ever having such peaceful sleep. The dark circles under his eyes and his tendency to be irritable are a testament to how often sleep evades him.
His eyes are still closed, his mind groggy but very much alert, and his body has yet to catch up. His limbs feel heavy, as if the simple act of lifting his hand would take all the effort in the world. Itโ€™s a strange sensationโ€”would be fucking terrifying if not for the warmth that radiates through his body, an unfamiliar comfort that tells him everything is alrightโ€”heโ€™s safe.
Law groans softly as sleep finally releases its hold on him. He blinks slowly, eyes adjusting to the dim light the lamp on his desk casts over his room. Heโ€™d forgotten to turn it off last night, pulling his usual all-nighter. He had been flipping through a medical textbook, his eyes heavy, words blurring and blending, and yet he couldnโ€™t compel himself to go to bed.
And then a soft knock sounded at his door, accompanied by your voice, softly asking if he was still awake. Heโ€™d let you in with little convincing, and thenโ€ฆandโ€ฆthen?
Law nearly chokes when his eyes fully adjust, realizing his face is buried in your chest. Your softness, your warmthโ€”this is what he was feeling, what had helped him stay in sleep's warm embrace. The missing memory finally comes back to himโ€”you slipping into his room, scantily dressed. Youโ€™d made a beeline to his bed, patting the empty space beside you as you called his name. Lay with me for a bit? Youโ€™d asked so sweetly, with those pretty eyes of yours watching him, waiting expectantly. He had been slow to comply, but soon his book was forgotten, his chair empty as he laid down beside you. You had rubbed soft circles against his back and tiredly whispered, You gotta get some sleep, Doc.
And so he did.
Law carefully stirs, tries not to disturb you as you continue to sleep restfully beneath him. He canโ€™t be caught with his face between your breasts like some kind of demented, sex-crazed pervertโ€”no matter how unbelievably soft they are (and maybe he finally understands Black Legโ€™s obsession). Not that heโ€™s opposed to sex, especially the idea of having it with you, but thatโ€™s a line you two havenโ€™t crossed yet, and heโ€™ll be damned if he looks like heโ€™s trying to take advantage of you in your sleep.
He turns his head, accidentally nosing your breast in his failed attempt to move away. Law stills as noise escapes your lips, light and airy, and one of the most beautiful sounds he thinks heโ€™ll ever hearโ€”your laughter.
Law glances up at you, finding your pretty, tired eyes already trained on him, and the corners of your lips pull upward as you chuckle. He feels heat flood his cheeks, not knowing how long youโ€™ve been awake or what you must make of his head still being positioned between your tits.
โ€œMorninโ€™,โ€ you greet him with a smile. โ€œI think? I can never tell in this damn tin can.โ€
The quickly formulated explanations catch in Lawโ€™s throat as he blinks up at you, surprised you arenโ€™t offended or even a little shocked with his current placement.
Relief washes over him in waves.
โ€œIf this was a tin can, weโ€™d be food for sea kings by now,โ€ he retorts, his voice thick with sleep.
You playfully roll your eyesโ€”heโ€™s so sensitive about his metal deathtrapโ€”beforeย lifting your hand to thread through his thick, dark tresses. โ€œYou know what I meanโ€ฆโ€
Law hums contentedly as you massage his scalp, turning him boneless with your touch. Itโ€™s moments like this that he swears you have devil fruit powersโ€”some kind of supernatural ability to completely dismantle his defenses. His eyes flutter shut as he basks in your touchโ€”the softness of your flesh beneath his face and the soft patter of your steady heartbeat. He wouldnโ€™t mind staying in this moment forever, far away from the threats that plague him and his thoughts. ย 
โ€œMind if we stay like this a little longer?โ€ he asksโ€”murmurs, as sleep extends a welcoming hand to him once more.
He canโ€™t see your face, but he hears the smile in your voice when you answer. โ€œAs long as you need, Captain.โ€
ONE THING Yโ€™ALL ARE GONNA LEARN ABOUT ME IS THAT IF I HAVE THE CHANCE TO WRITE FLUFF I ABSOULTELY WILL.
Thanks for the request anon! I hope you enjoyed!
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sebastian michaelis + fem bimbo s/o smut hcs ; 18+
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requested by ; anonymous (01/09/23)
fandom(s) ; black butler
fandom masterlist(s) ; hub | specific
character(s) ; sebastian michaelis
outline ; โ€œwould you write sebastian michaelis x bimbo reader? maybe she's smart when doing her duties, but when she knows she can relax she's just a thought-free girl sebastian can use. (maybe their contract mark is over her womb or smth; im 19)โ€
warning(s) ; sexually explicit content, bimbo!reader, dumbification kink, dom!sebastian, sadist!sebastian, overstimulation, oral sex (male and female receiving), marking kink, slight ownership kink, degradation kink, praise kink, free use kink, vaginal sex, fingering, cream pies, public / semi-public sex acts
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sebastian michaelis is, above anything else, the perfect butler and is willing to do anything and everything in order to keep his masters safe and satisfied โ€” whether thatโ€™s by cleaning and cooking for them or, in the case of your very unusual contract, fucking the thoughts out of them after a pressing day of work
you werenโ€™t stupid by any means โ€” quite the opposite, in fact, as heโ€™s seen you masterfully manipulate peers and inferiors alike with a wit so sharp it could cut glass, and perform the duties assigned to you with such ease that heโ€™d once questioned why youโ€™d even formed a contract with him in the first place โ€” but it was that same intellect that brought you the strife youโ€™d asked him to relieve you of
after all, one canโ€™t overthink or stress about work when their thoughts are drowned out by the feeling of being stretched out on a long, thick cock โ€” if youโ€™re still even able to think after heโ€™s worked your clit so hard with those long fingers of his that youโ€™re seeing stars and squirting so hard youโ€™ve stained his uniform
of course during work hours he tends to you at all times, waiting on you hand and foot: waking you up in the morning with the dayโ€™s paper and fresh breakfast in bed, engaging in light banter and productive conversation with you, bringing you freshly ironed clothes suited to the dayโ€™s weather, fetching you documents and books for work, and doing other odd jobs related to the upkeep of your home โ€” he is still a servant, after all
but when youโ€™re ready to wind down and want nothing more than to be used and thoughtless โ€” well, then heโ€™s happy to indulge you there too
happy to force you to your knees (or have you lay on your back with your head hanging over the edge of your bed) and shove his cock down your throat โ€” burying his hands in your hair and fucking your face until your cheeks and lips are covered in spit and your mascara is streaming down your face
happy to kneel between your legs as you sit at your desk or in your lounge room, massaging your thighs and waist and stomach as he uses that talented tongue and those long, slender fingers to bring you to climax over and over again โ€” not stopping until youโ€™re limp and gasping and sobbing, until even his eyelashes are damp with your juices, until your fingers are so tightly wound in his hair that itโ€™s even starting to hurt him and your hands are trembling, until heโ€™s had his fill of you
happy to bend you over the nearest surface and fuck you until your legs and arms give out beneath you โ€” legs spread as far as they can go whilst his hands roughly paw at your waist and ass and breasts (greedy and harsh and possessive), not stopping until your pussy is spent and dripping with his seed and his teeth marks are imprinted on your shoulder
happy to pick you up and fuck, finger, or lick the thoughts from your mind at any moment โ€” you had given him free reign, after all
happy to sit you on his lap with his dick buried in your cunt, strong grip keeping you in place as he forces you to look at your reflection in the mirror โ€” one hand gripping your chin and making you stare at the point where the two of you become one, stare at your contract mark as it flashes and pulses in time with the pulsing of your inner walls around him, not moving until youโ€™re teary eyed and begging him to please touch you
happy to play with and tease you even in front of others: whispering absolute filth into your ear before walking away completely unaffected, giving you suggestive looks across the room whenever others canโ€™t see him, sliding his hand a bit too far up your thigh (when sat side by side) or low down your back (when walking together) for it to be completely innocent, and even making remarks referencing things he knows you enjoy in the bedroom that to others seem completely innocent
happy to leave an array of marks all over your body as a trail of evidence showing just how much of a good girl you are for him โ€” deep bite marks on your thighs, fingerprint bruises on your hips, scratches along your sides, nips along your throat, and deep hickeys all over your breasts (heโ€™s very generous with how much he claims you and he seems to get off on it even after the fact, whenever he notices them on you during the day when youโ€™re working)
happy to call you pretty and perfect and his โ€˜good girlโ€™ in the same breath that he mocks you for being โ€˜desperateโ€™ and โ€˜needyโ€™ and โ€˜sluttyโ€™ โ€” praising you for your obedience and receptiveness and reactiveness to his touch and voice and yet teasing you for being โ€˜so wet alreadyโ€™ when he hasnโ€™t even touched you yet, even playfully spanking your clit and chuckling against your throat when you yelped and flinched away from his touch
(he is a demon, after all, so itโ€™s only natural that heโ€™d be at least somewhat sadistic in the bedroom โ€” and you have plenty of bite marks, bruises, and scratches all over your body to prove it)
(and heโ€™s at his roughest when you show off your contract in one way or another โ€” such as when you call him โ€˜my demonโ€™ or wear something that intentionally shows off your contract mark, which will lead to much more possessive behaviour when youโ€™re alone)
heโ€™s also not at all opposed to fucking or playing with you in public or semi public areas โ€” at most he might suggest finding somewhere a bit more private in order to preserve your reputation amongst your peers, but if youโ€™re insistent then your demon is hardly going to refuse you (just know that heโ€™s not going to go gentle on you just because you decided to proposition him where others might hear or see you, heโ€™s still a demon after all)
but, of course, sebastian is still your loyal servant and once the fun has been had heโ€™s there to take care of you in the aftermath: running you a warm bath, tending to any injuries so they donโ€™t get infected, wiping away all of the blood and cum and saliva without complaint, reassuring and praising you for being so good for him, putting you in fresh bed clothes, and even bringing you some food and water to help you completely recover
you still have work to do and no butler worth his salt would let his mistress risk her career over something so minor
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p โ€” SHEN QUANRUI x female! reader. g โ€” college! au, exchange student! ricky, fluff, very very lightly angsty. w โ€” swearing, alcohol consumption. kdrama references and misquoted quotes. 3.2k words.
note โ€” dreamt of ricky. vomited out.....ricky as ur cute bf who behaves like a cat and whose favorite forms of cross-cultural exchange is receiving headpats and watching kdramas. only 2 scenes are actually inspired by my dream ๐Ÿ˜ญ if someone guesses which line/s were extracted directly from my dream, i'll reward u with a gyuvin drabble how about that ๐Ÿ‘
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you picked up a cat from the universityโ€™s foreign exchange program.
however, he did not come in a box. he came in a louis vuitton tracksuit and balenciaga sunglasses, which very much caught you off guard when you came to meet him at the admin building, and you greet him after mustering the courage to finally walk up to the catโ€™s imposing presence. โ€œhโ€”hello! are you perhaps shen quanrui?โ€
he takes off his sunglasses, meets you with a pair of pretty swoopy, pretty eyes, and says, โ€œoh. yes. are you my owner?โ€ย 
you pause. youโ€™re taken aback because that...that doesnโ€™t sound like the right word. โ€œah, um. iโ€™m the person assigned to help you around the campus and the city for the semester, yes! itโ€™s nice to meet you!โ€ but you brush it off because of language barriers and all. his mouth falls into an โ€˜oโ€™ shape when you tell him the correct term.
โ€œoh, sorry.โ€
โ€œitโ€™s alright!โ€ you say. โ€œhope we get along!โ€
quanrui tells you that you can just call him ricky, and gives you a small smile. one of many that youโ€™ll be graced with for the duration of the semester.
โ€œiโ€™ll be in your care.โ€
your new cat is a little intimidating at first, clad in all black at all times. the night you helped him first settle into his dorm, even his pajamas were reminiscent of an abyssโ€” like a white ragdoll trying to disguise itself as a panther because you later find out that heโ€™s actually a really sweet, really polite, and really clingy cat.
โ€œum. knock, knock.โ€
you look up from your laptop, ricky in a long leather coat hesitantly peeking out from your half-open bedroom door (you gave him a copy of your apartment key. your cat needs a way to get in by himself somehow). he texted you earlier, asking if you can help him out with an essay, and you assume heโ€™s right here right now for that very reason.
โ€œdo you have your paper?โ€ you ask, closing your laptop. he nods and lifts up his ipad, showing it off. you have a very cute cat. you scoot aside and pat the empty space on your bed, and ricky comes padding in, mattress sinking when he settles beside you, making sure to maintain a respectable enough distance and hands you his device with the google doc open.
โ€œoh. i marked the parts where iโ€™m not sure about my vocabulary,โ€ he mentions the moment a yellow highlighted part came up on the screen.ย 
you give it a once over. โ€œi think this is right. yeah, you did good.โ€ when you turn your head, youโ€™re met with a pair of proudly sparkling eyes. you stifle out a laugh. โ€œwhat? do you want a head pat for that?โ€
โ€œmaybe i deserve one?โ€
you let your fingers sink into the fluff on the top of his head. again, heโ€™s really sweet, really polite, and really clingy. but maybe a little too clingy sometimes, especially when he finally got a lot more comfortable around you.
comfortable enough to hiss at your friends.
โ€œoh, you signed up as a student-helper for the exchange program too?โ€ hanbin asks after seeing you walk in the classroom with ricky in row, trailing behind you like a shadow.ย 
โ€œyeah, i canโ€™t miss the extra points prof choi baited us with.โ€ you nudge ricky with your elbow, noticing how tense he is all of a sudden and how heโ€™s looking at your senior with a bit of a glare. perhaps heโ€™s threatened by another feline presence.
โ€œnice to meet you!โ€ hanbin greets with a bright, an arm outstretched before you, meant for ricky, but he keeps tucking himself behind you with his hands fixed on your shoulders.
hanbin has his hand left unshaked for five seconds too long now. you nudge him again. he wonโ€™t budge.
โ€œah, ricky is still a little shy!โ€ you exclaim, trying to salvage the situation by grabbing hanbinโ€™s hand instead with both of yours, swinging it around, left and right. youโ€™re lucky your senior is so easygoing. he laughs along with you and says of course, of course, he totally gets it, merrily swinging your arms together back and forth. โ€œheโ€™s still not that confident with his korean. right, ricky?โ€
โ€œkeep holding her and iโ€™ll claw your eyes out.โ€
you freeze. you leer back at ricky shen, giving him your what the fuck are you saying look? he maintains his stance, tugging you back by the shoulders. you twitch out a smile and try your best to defend your clingy and jealous cat. โ€œahaha. heโ€™s picked up some weird things from all the dramas heโ€™s been watching,โ€ you say. โ€œsorry about that seonbae! weโ€™ll get to our seats now!โ€
โ€œhaha, itโ€™s alright! nice to meet you ricky!โ€
โ€œwhat was that?โ€you snap back at him the moment hanbin leaves the premises. all ricky does is shrugs and steadies his hold on your shoulders, aiming your body somewhere and he starts making you walk to the back of the classroomโ€” far, far away from where hanbin is sitting.
your cat is a little weird sometimes, sure. gyuvin finds him entertaining enough though. they play tennis every weekend, and ricky started picking up even more weird things from him and all the rest of your friends that youโ€™re starting to think theyโ€™re not very good influences.
case in pointโ€”
โ€œif you drink this, weโ€™re dating.โ€
the grape juice he poured into your paper cup nearly spills over from shock. you look at him, eyes wide and brows furrowed, cheeks burning and heart racing because what the hell? โ€œseriously, where have you been learning these things?โ€ย 
ricky looks satisfied for eliciting that kind of reaction. he pours himself a paper cup of grape juice as well because itโ€™s a weeknight, and you have a quiz tomorrow, and getting wasted is off of the table, so you two settled for juice and chips on your living room floor to relish in your academic misery.
โ€œjiwoong hyung and gunwookie recommended me some movies for me to watch.โ€ he sets down the juice bottle after screwing the cap shut, and you fear the other movies those two gremlins recommended him come from a list of top 50 movie pick-up up lines to woo an unsuspecting victim. next thing you know, heโ€™s gonna invite you to have ramen at his place or go see freaking butterflies with him. โ€œi just watched a moment to remember earlier. my pronunciation is getting better, right?โ€ย 
ricky is looking at you with his eyes all big and his lips all pressed together expectantly. heโ€™s waiting for your praise. you feel your chest swell. the grape juice feels heavy in your hand. gosh, heโ€™s such a needy cat. a needy cat that deserves all the praise in the world.
โ€œyeah. iโ€™m proud of you. cโ€™mere.โ€
you leave your cup on the table to focus on more important thingsโ€” that is, giving ricky his well deserved pats on the head. you donโ€™t recall how your relationship with him managed to get this far, still remembering how intimidated you felt when you first met him. now heโ€™s on your living room floor, head laying back on your couch with a drama playing on the tiny laptop screen settled on the coffee table, both of you barely paying attention because heโ€™s looking at something on his phone, and youโ€™re gently rubbing his head as you reply to some messages on yours.
โ€œah, gyuvin is seriously annoying,โ€ you complain. โ€œheโ€™s trying to get me to join his club. coding club he says, when iโ€™m pretty sure heโ€™s just starting it as an excuse to play games on campus.โ€
โ€œare you going to join?โ€ he asks, bumping his head against your palm when you stop giving him scratches.
โ€œmm, i donโ€™t think so.โ€ you set down your phone to pour all your focus into satisfying your needy catโ€™s attention requirements. ricky lets out a satisfied rumble when set his head down onto your lap, raking your fingers through the tufts of his hair as he lets his eyes flutter to a close. โ€œiโ€™m already too busy this semester to bother with those things. maybe next time if heโ€™s that desperate to fill in the member numbers..โ€
โ€œyeah,โ€ he mutters. โ€œyouโ€™ll be too busy spending most of your time with me.โ€
your fingers stop moving.
ricky looks up at you, confused as to why you stopped petting him, and youโ€™d eat him right up if you could. but you canโ€™t keep your cat for too long. itโ€™s only a matter of time before you get your last opportunity to coddle him like this, to shower him in unabashed affection disguised as friendship because the exchange program is temporary, and heโ€™s returning back to china at the end of the semester.
so why is he raising your hopes up if heโ€™s just going to leave anyway?
โ€œi meant my acads, silly,โ€ you say, picking up your untouched juice cup from the table, feeling the weight of the drink slosh around the paper cup as you let it hover in front of your lips.ย 
heโ€™s raising your hopes up and youโ€™re letting him. you know this is gonna end in a disaster.
still.
โ€œbut if you put it that wayโ€”โ€
the sharp taste of sweet grapes hits the back of your throat, swallowing down the lukewarm juice thatโ€™s been sitting since ricky poured a cup for you. if youโ€™re gonna crash down at the end of this, might as well crash down from two thousand feet above the ground.ย 
โ€œare we dating now?โ€
you set the cup back down on the table, gaze flickered down at ricky, whose face is flushed in surprise one momentโ€” easing into understanding the next, and he props himself up from your lap, reaching out for the back of your neck to pull you into a sugary tart kiss.
yeah, you think, feeling the softness of his lips brush against yours, his eyelashes tickling your cheeks when he pulls you in even closer. if your time with him has a deadline, might as well make the most out of it.
โ€œi was disappointed when you didnโ€™t drink it the first time,โ€ he says, drunk on sweet juice and the feeling of your mouth against his. โ€œjiwoong hyung said that line was effective.โ€
โ€œcan you not think about another man when iโ€™m kissing you?โ€
he lets out a laugh, โ€œโ€˜m sorry,โ€ then presses a fluttering kiss on your temple, tip of your nose, until his lips meet yours once more at last. โ€œlet me try again. ahem. i like you. i donโ€™t need a rainbow.โ€
โ€œyou got the line wrong, baek yijin. try again next time.โ€
if heโ€™s going to leave anyway, might as well make his departure as heart wrenching as all the dramas heโ€™s so fond of watching.
โ€œlooks like our friend here got more than just extra credit for volunteering to help out the exchange students.โ€
you look up from the stack of papers on your table, only to have more dropped off by taerae with a thunk. hanbin, gyuvin, matthew and ricky are also loitering around the classroomโ€” not that theyโ€™re helping you and taerae check the test papers your profs asked you to grade as a favor. at least the constant yelling and arguing and meowing noises(?) are making things a lot more lively.
โ€œcongrats, you lucky bitch,โ€ he says.
โ€œyou sound like you want to covet my cat,โ€ you raise a brow at him, adding the new set to your pile as taerae grabs a new stack as well.
โ€œyour cat for this mutt,โ€ he points his thumb at matthew, whoโ€™s currently tucked in the to answer an evaluation sheet on taerae. rickyโ€™s doing the same evaluation about you, somewhere. youโ€™re not sure where your cat went, but heโ€™s probably just around. โ€œare you perhaps open for negotiation?โ€
โ€œmatthew isnโ€™t a mutt. heโ€™s a cute golden retriever.โ€
โ€œwell, your cat doesnโ€™t seem to appreciate you calling someone else cute.โ€
taerae swerves off to reveal a pouting ricky. heโ€™s got his arms crossed, the evaluation sheet folded in between the fingers of his right hand, and you have to hold back a laugh. โ€œdid you finish my evaluation?โ€ you ask.
โ€œi did, but i wanna redo it now. negative points for you,โ€ he protests, but lets you snatch the paper from him anyway. you scoot your chair to the left to give him some space next to you. he grabs an empty armchair and nudges his nose close to your face when you start reading his note at the bottom.
โ€œmid-semester evaluation. my student-helper is very acommodatimg. she has been helping me adjust to korea very well. you spelled accommodating wrong, angel.โ€ย 
โ€œi did it on purpose to test you. good job. you pass.โ€
you roll your eyes, free hand absentmindedly reaching out for the top of his head, and you hear ricky let out a noise of satisfaction. โ€œshe always answers my questions and isโ€ฆvery pretty and smells nice,โ€ you set the paper down. your cat is looking at you expectantly. โ€œricky, i donโ€™t think you can submit this.โ€
โ€œwhy not?โ€ he asks. โ€œprofessor choi said to be as honest as possible.โ€
your cheeks grow warm.
gosh. this makes things even harder knowing your cat has to leave eventually.
โ€œwhat did i tell you?โ€
the convenience store lights need to be replaced soon, you note. it keeps flickering intermittently against the dim nightโ€” reminiscent of how youโ€™re feeling right now when you called jiwoong out for a few drinks two weeks before finals, but youโ€™re not depressed because finals are near. youโ€™re wallowing in tear stained sniffles because the exchange program will be over soon, meaning you only have two weeks until ricky has to pack his bags and leaves.
โ€œnot to get too attached because he has to say goodbye eventually,โ€ you lament, a puddle of soju burning your lips. jiwoong looks at your pathetic state with remorseful sigh.
โ€œand what did you do?โ€ he says.
โ€œgot too attached and now i have to say goodbye to him eventually.โ€ you groan and swallow down a shot. youโ€™re about to pour yourself another, but jiwoong pulls back the bottleโ€” maybe your third one of the night, youโ€™re not sureโ€” away from your reach, and pushes you a plastic bottle of water instead.ย 
โ€œyou just had to go ahead and start dating him like an idiot,โ€ he cracks open the water for you when you donโ€™t do anything with it. he pours it in a shot glass, and you take the bait, drinking down the water, eyebrows furrowing when it doesnโ€™t burn your throat like you expected. โ€œmaybe if you tell him to say, he might listen to you.โ€
you let out a gasp. โ€œi canโ€™t do that! thatโ€™d be so selfish of me!โ€
jiwoong canโ€™t do anything to help you but share your miseries tonight. he simply sits in silence, waiting for the owner of the number he texted a while ago to make an appearance, and listen to your drunk ramblings at eleven in the evening.
โ€œi miss my cat. i havenโ€™t seen him the entire day because he says he had things to do with hanbin and hao.โ€ youโ€™ve melted into the table. high pitched whines aside, heโ€™s surprised youโ€™re still coherent at this point. โ€œbring me back my cat. i miss him so much. i miss my cat. i miss my ricky. i wish heโ€™d never leave me.โ€
jiwoongs eyes flit up. โ€œlooks like your cat misses you too.โ€ he pulls himself up from his chair and picks up his jacket from the backrest. โ€œtook you long enough.โ€
when you tip your head back in confusion, wondering who the hell jiwoong is talking to, youโ€™re pleasantly surprised to see the upside-down face of the cat youโ€™ve been missing.
โ€œah,โ€ you sound out. โ€œyouโ€™re here.โ€
โ€œthanks, hyung,โ€ ricky settles a hand on the top of your head. you blink. now you understand why he liked headpats so much. โ€œiโ€™ll take care of her from here.โ€
this is eye opening. you feel your eyelids growing heavier as ricky continues to massage your head, his and jiwoongโ€™s faraway voices talking about something, something you canโ€™t really hear, until jiwoong waves off, and itโ€™s just you and ricky in front of the quiet flickering lights of the convenience store entrance.
you hear yourself whine when rickyโ€™s hand disappears from the top of your head. โ€œyou shouldโ€™ve called me if you missed me,โ€ he says, circling from behind the chair to being in front of you now. he crouches down, settling his crossed arms on your lap, and he looks up at you with his pretty swoopy eyes. โ€œwhy didnโ€™t you call me?โ€
โ€œi need to get used to you not being around even if i miss you,โ€ you say, letting your fingers sink into the soft strands of his hair.
ricky lets out a questioning hum. โ€œwhy wouldnโ€™t i be around?โ€
โ€œbecause your deadline is near,โ€ you grumble. โ€œi have to return you to where i first picked you up, but i donโ€™t want to. but you have to. this sucks so much.โ€
youโ€™re still saddled with insobriety, and the fact that your sweet cat isnโ€™t purring like usual when youโ€™re patting his head is making your bottom lip quiver and your eyes sting because you fear you mightโ€™ve said something wrong. โ€œarenโ€™t you gonna ask me what i did today?โ€ he simply asks. you suck in a wavering breath and swallow a lump in your throat.
โ€œwhat...did you do today?โ€
โ€œhanbin hyung helped me settle the requirements for my transferโ€ ricky lands a gentle hold on your wrist and brings your hand down to the side of his face, cupping his cheek. itโ€™s warm. โ€œiโ€™m going to continue attending here. hao hyung is too.โ€
you blink at him. โ€œwโ€”what?โ€
โ€œi donโ€™t have to leave. you donโ€™t have to keep missing me.โ€ he brings your hand down palm to the front of his lips, pressing a kiss into your palm. โ€œiโ€™m not going anywhere. iโ€™m yours to keep.โ€
it takes you a moment to register rickyโ€™s words, so you stay there for a whileโ€” sitting frozen in cold silence until the warmth of his messages finally settles in to thaw you out. oh, you think. โ€œoh,โ€ you repeat out loud, voice wavering. ricky hums out a smile at your reaction. he rises, pulling you up to your feet, and you stumble into him.
โ€œi think i know the perfect line for this moment,โ€ he says, steadying a hold on the small of your back. โ€œwhat was it? if I don't see you, i get upset. If you're depressed, i get curious. something like that?โ€
โ€œitโ€™s the other way around, dummy.โ€ you sniffle. โ€œwhy do you keep quoting nam joohyuk?โ€ย 
โ€œbecause heโ€™s cool,โ€ he says. โ€œletโ€™s go watch start-up at your place once youโ€™ve sobered up.โ€
the cat you picked from the universityโ€™s foreign exchange program is clingy, sweet, and is for some reason obsessed with quoting the dramas heโ€™s been watching. he keeps an arm around you when he walks you back to your apartment after grieving over his departure, only to kiss you with the news that you donโ€™t have to return him any time soon.
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YOURS TO KEEP. ยฉ hannie-dul-set, 2023.
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BABY YOU SOLD ME A DREAM
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characters: isagi yoichi, mikage reo, nagi seishiro, barou shouei, itoshi rin
content: major angst, reader is female coded (wears a dress, heels and makeup), mentions of smut in barouโ€™s part but nothing actually happens (lol), vulgar language
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โ˜†ๅฝก ISAGI YOICHI
โ€œyou think you know better than me? do me a favour and go find someone else who has the time to put up with your bullshit. โ€˜cause it wonโ€™t be me.โ€
you lay in your cold, desolate bed for the umpteenth time this week alone, which, considering it was only wednesday showed just how often isagi trained past late hours. as much as you understood his passion to climb to the top, it was simply neglect at this point. to you and to himself. you woke up, he was gone. you went to sleep, he wasnโ€™t beside you.
of course, things were never like this in the beginning. he used to be around, take you out, nurture you and show you devoted love for you each and every time.
until he wasnโ€™t.
once his team reached the quarterfinals of the champions league a while back, he changed. 2 hour training sessions in the evening turned into 4, and the time he spent with you halved as a result. it made you feel lonely and simply put, abandoned.
your texts querying his location and when he was coming home lay unanswered and unopened, probably within the confinement of his phone which lay in his bag during training. so you went to bed alone like you always did, missing what your relationship used to be.
as you stared at the pristine, bare white ceiling you heard a key in the lock of the front door. a few moments passed and the door pushed open, pads of feet resounding in the apartment.
you decided to go meet him in the living room, wanting to know if heโ€™s at least okay.
as you entered the room, you were met with his figure, donned in black sweatpants paired with a black compression shirt. his normal post-training gear. the same gear that never failed to make you melt each and every time. he glanced at you in your nightwear and weary expression, due to him returning back so late.
โ€œhey โ€˜ichi, how was training?โ€
โ€œalright.โ€
you immediately frowned. outside the pitch he was never so curt and void of language. especially with you.
you ventured closer towards him, trying to debunk his guarded persona.
โ€œare you sure? did anything happen to you?โ€ you stepped closer still, till you were right in front of him, immediately noticing his dark circles, even in the dim lighting of the living room from the hallway light. you attempted to give him a hug, shrinking back in disappointment once he shrugged you off.
โ€œi said it was alright. iโ€™m fine, just go back to bed, iโ€™ll join in a bit.โ€
bullshit. you knew full and well he would just retire to the sofa, watching playbacks of his games to further evaluate his performance. even when he wasnโ€™t working physically he would somehow manage to work himself further mentally.
โ€œyoichi. whatโ€™s wrong baby?โ€
โ€œy/n, i wonโ€™t repeat myself again. go to bed.โ€
you stood there in disbelief. as far as you were concerned, you hadnโ€™t done anything wrong, so itโ€™s quite unbelievable that he would take whatever happened today out on you.
โ€œisagi,โ€ you made sure to use his last name to make aware you werenโ€™t fucking around. โ€œcome correct with me please. i havenโ€™t done anything to you and iโ€™m concerned for your well-being. youโ€™ve been going to sleep late, training until ungodly hours. this isnโ€™t good for you and iโ€™m now on the receiving end of your misery, god knows why.โ€
the tone in the room shifted, isagi, now displaying a scowl across his features at your rebuttal. yes, he was well aware he was maltreating himself, but to have you acknowledge his moment of weakness gave him an displeasing itch of anger that no one could scratch, not even you.
before he could think, the next words that flew out of his mouth changed the status of your relationship, whether he meant to or not.
โ€œyou think you know better than me? do me a favour and go find someone else who has the time to put up with your bullshit. โ€˜cause it wonโ€™t be me.โ€
you instantaneously drew back, his words punching you in the gut and twisting your insides. your heart leapt and fell, never expecting those words, out of isagiโ€™s mouth of all people.
it was deathly silent for a moment, both parties having a staring match. you fought back tears, trying so damn hard to not allow him to see how his words affected you. alas, your emotions got the best of you.
you lightly sniffled, before balling your hands into fists. โ€œyou know what yoichi? fuck you, iโ€™m done.โ€
you turned on your heel and made a beeline towards your shared bedroom, grabbing your biggest duffel and shoving clothes into them, not minding what it was that you picked up. only once isagi was the only individual in the living room did he snap out of his state, realising the weight of his words. he listened to the loud shuffling, registering that he may have just fucked his relationship over for good.
he swiftly followed you, watching you in a frenzy, having just changed into an outfit suitable enough for outside. it was then that he grasped you were serious, and slipped into full panic mode.
โ€œy/n! y/n please baby, i didnโ€™t mean any of that! donโ€™t leave me.โ€ he reached for your arm, falling apart, the same way you did moments before, when you pulled away from his touch. you knew if you succumbed to his pleas you mightโ€” might just stay. but you couldnโ€™t. his words resonated within you and made you accept that fact that you needed space at the most, before your relationship delved into something irreparable.
you stood, duffel bag slung on your shoulder, tears running down each cheek, until they conjoined at your chin.
โ€œisagi, i canโ€™t. not right now. not when emotions are running this high. i need space. we should probably talk when weโ€™re both calmed down. iโ€™ll be at meguruโ€™s house so you donโ€™t need to worry about where i am.โ€
he respected your wishes, he had no choice. if he wanted this relationship to survive he had to.
so he let you go.
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โ˜†ๅฝก MIKAGE REO
โ€œyouโ€™re very much subpar, do you think i need to keep you around? my name alone will help find me someone better than you.โ€
one thing about mikage reo that really ticked you off was his obsession over his best friend, nagi. simply put,
he was always there.
when you were chilling together, when you went out, even after date nights he would come to your shared condo, playing video games with your boyfriend until god knows what time in the morning. it always felt like you had to share and fight for reoโ€™s attention, which was pretty much a losing battle considering reo gave nagi as much of his attention to nagi as he did.
you did your best to not voice your concerns to him, withholding your true feelings, that you did. but sometimes thereโ€™s just moments where you canโ€™t help but snap.
and that moment came at your first year anniversary dinner with reo. hell, you shouldโ€™ve called it your first year anniversary dinner with yourself, considering the fucker didnโ€™t even show up.
you had dolled yourself up so nicely, a sexy silk black dress (purchased with your own money, you didnโ€™t like to depend on reo too much) with matching heels. your makeup was done flawlessly and not a hair out of place.
you sat at an expensive table at an expensive restaurant, sipping over-expensive wine while you waited for him to show up. you hadnโ€™t seen him since this morning, due to him training all day today, but you had planned this dinner with him together a month ago, reservations and all, with reminders here and there about the upcoming date.
you had waited for about an hour, taking into consideration that there could be traffic, although you hadnโ€™t experienced any on the way here, thus giving him the benefit of the doubt.
however, when no signs showed of him arriving you turned to a waiter and excused yourself, paying the bill and walking out to collect your car from the valet.
once it was brought to you and you were seated, ready to drive off, the first thing you did was call reo via the bluetooth feature, beyond pissed off.
after a few rings he picked up, the sounds of video game gunfire audible in the background.
โ€œy/n? whatโ€™s up? where are you?โ€
you scoffed incredulously, ignoring the city lights whizzing past you as you drove on the highway.
โ€œwhatโ€™s up? where am i? reo, do you know what day it is today?โ€
โ€œno, why?โ€
you gripped the leather of your steering wheel, your frustration hitting a boiling point. โ€œyou cannot be serious. does our one year anniversary ring any bells, huh? the fact that iโ€™ve reminded you, time and time again? you stood me up reo! what could you have possibly been doing that was more important than remembering a big milestone in our relationship?!โ€
he didnโ€™t even have to answer for you, because the answer came in the form of a โ€œreo, why did you stop? our team just lost.โ€
nagi seishiro.
if you werenโ€™t angry before, you were absolutely livid now.
โ€œreo, so you mean to tell me that spending time with your friend was more important than remembering your one year anniversary with your girlfriend? do i mean nothing to you?โ€
โ€œy/n itโ€™s not that deep, we can just reschedule for tomorrow or something.โ€ you could hear his exasperation through the phone. the audacity of him, considering he was completely at fault here.
โ€œnot that deep? not that deep?! you let me sit there for over an hour in an upscale restaurant by myself and didnโ€™t even think to worry about where i was! why is it not getting through to you that you missed our anniversary to play games? you see nagi everyday, whether itโ€™s at training or at home. you mean to tell me that you couldnโ€™t bear to not see him for one singular day out of the week?โ€
there were probably a ton of possibilities and explanations for why he said what he said next, but if you had to choose, it would probably be the fact that nagi could most likely hear the argument over the phone, which lead reo to attempt to regain control over the situation, by any means possible, to not appear weak.
โ€œyouโ€™re very much subpar, do you think i need to keep you around? my name alone will help find me someone better than you.โ€
oh. you see how it is.
his words stunned you into silence, knocking the wind out of you. the only sounds that could be heard was the continuous tapping from reoโ€™s controller and the low hum of your engine as you drove.
โ€œlook y/n iโ€™m busy now, so we can talk later when youโ€™re ho-โ€
you didnโ€™t wanna hear what else he had to say, hanging up the call via the steering wheel and letting out a deep breath you didnโ€™t realise you were holding.
without fail you indicated to turn off the highway, making your way to the nearest hotel. nevermind the fact that you didnโ€™t have any clothes, you simply couldnโ€™t handle seeing reo after the way he just wounded you.
once at the hotel and settled in your room you lay swaddled in the crisp white blankets. without any external eyes being able to see your state you let all walls crumble, tears cascading down in waves as you let all the previous bottled emotions fly free.
unbeknownst to you, your phone lay on the side table, softly vibrating whilst the screen lit up to show a picture of you and reo at a theme park, a call coming though from him.
it lay unanswered.
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โ˜†ๅฝก NAGI SEISHIRO
โ€œbeing in a relationship is a hassle already, i shouldnโ€™t have to deal with you bitching and whining on top of that.โ€
you awoke to the sounds of rapid gunfire emanating from the living room, sighing to yourself. once again, nagi was devoting himself to a night of endless gaming.
it was a never-ending cycle. when he wasn't gaming, he was training and vice versa. as much as you loved and embraced the fact that nagi was lazy, he could at least make some effort to give you attention every once in a while.
rubbing the sleep away from your eyes you trudged your way through the apartment wearily, before being met with his figure, hunched on the sofa, eyes glued to the screen in front of him.
"sei, when are you coming to bed? i miss you."
"in a bit y/n."
"sei baby you said that last night, and i came back to you passed out on the sofa. the bluelight isn't good for you, especially so late."
he barely was around as it is, but when he was, he either slept, or was parked on the sofa.
it made you feel unappreciated, and majorly unloved. he never made the effort to take you out, tell you that you ever looked pretty or even acknowledge you anymore. to you at this point he was practically a roommate with a shoddy title that really shouldn't apply to the both of you.
"y/n, just leave me alone for now. i'm too tired to get into it with you."
"so you're too tired to argue with me being concerned for your wellbeing, but not too tired to invest your time into games, which ultimately drains your thought processes more? really sei?"
he was still focusing on the tv instead of your words, which ticked you off. so, determined to get his full attention, for once, you walked towards the tv and stood directly in front of it, blocking his vision, arms crossed and frowning.
"what the hell y/n? you made me lose."
"seishiro, can you stop being an ass for just a second and focus on me and what i have to say?โ€
faced with no way out, he had to oblige, placing the controller down with a heavy sigh, letting you know he was agitated. you couldnโ€™t give a flying fuck though. youโ€™d had enough of being neglected by nagi, and werenโ€™t going to let him off this time.
โ€œyou donโ€™t spend time with me anymore. you never take me out, we donโ€™t ever talk to each other anymore. is it so bad for me to want to spend time with my boyfriend? is a game really more important than me? or is being with me detrimental to you in some way?โ€
he rolled his eyes, sinking back into the soft material of the sofa, irises piercing into yours. you shrunk back at his change in demeanour.
โ€œbeing in a relationship is a hassle already, i shouldnโ€™t have to deal with you bitching and whining on top of that.โ€
huh?
โ€œnagi, where is this coming from? what do you mean being in a relationship is a hassl- iโ€™m a hassle?โ€
he shrugged while rising to his feet, placing a hand behind his head and massaging his neck.
โ€œi said what i said didnโ€™t i? look, iโ€™m going to bed, happy now? i donโ€™t wanna argue with you, youโ€™re too loud when youโ€™re angry.โ€
you stood in shock, registering his words fully before swallowing and deeply inhaling.
โ€œforget it nagi, iโ€™m leaving. lose my number.โ€
โ€œleaving to go where?โ€ he watched as you briskly walked to the bedroom, following you in as you changed, grabbing your phone and keys.
โ€œthatโ€™s none of your concern anymore. iโ€™m breaking up with you.โ€
he said nothing as you walked to the front door, leaving with a final slam.
he shouldโ€™ve stopped you, he really shouldโ€™ve, for he would come to realise soon enough that allowing you to go,
would be one of the worst decisions he ever made.
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โ˜†ๅฝก BAROU SHOUEI
โ€œoi, i didnโ€™t get into a relationship with you just so you can make my life harder. fix up or leave.โ€
when you asked barou out, you knew damn well what you were signing up for. considering he was so headstrong, particularly when it came to football, there would be moments where he might be nonchalant or absent.
what you didnโ€™t anticipate, would be just how bad he would get.
once his mind was focused on football, specifically climbing his way to the top, there were no distractions, especially from his girlfriend, who at times he deemed his biggest distraction.
you did try to help and aid him every way you could, cooking him meals to eat after late night practices, tending to his injuries he may obtain after over-intensive sessions, cleaning up the apartment flawlessly so he wouldnโ€™t be tempted to do it himself. all you really wanted in return was love.
surely that wasnโ€™t too much to ask for, right?
wrong.
even after 7 months of dating, public outings with attempts to hold his hand resulted in subtle swatting away, instead opting to walk side by side. laying in bed together? donโ€™t expect any cuddles from him. quite laughable actually that youโ€™d ever think heโ€™d be willing to do that. donโ€™t think movie nights will be any different either. youโ€™d better be keeping your hands to yourself.
fucking was a rarity, only really when he was very much pent up with frustration from football, libido overflowing from lack of release. and even then, while you were able to cum, thatโ€™s pretty much all there was to it. no making love or anything like that. he wouldnโ€™t display his emotions to you enough in the first place for that to ever happen.
when you asked barou out, you knew damn well what you were signing up for. but you didnโ€™t know it would be this hard. you figured he would loosen up eventually, getting used to at least some form of affection towards you. a little peck on the lips, or a hug from behind every once in a while would be nice.
one day, you simply grew tired. you were sitting on the dining table with him, having just finished dinner. barou stood up, ready to leave the table to shower.
โ€œshouei.โ€
he stopped in his tracks, pivoting on one heel to turn and face you. his face remained blank, save for his usual signature eyebrow, arched in waiting.
โ€œhm?โ€
โ€œi-โ€ you suddenly grew self conscious, afraid to voice your concerns to him. if you wanted things to change however, this conversation had to happen sooner rather than later.
โ€œcan we do more stuff together?โ€
his face now contorted into utter confusion, genuinely puzzled by what you were trying to say.
โ€œwhat do you mean? i do enough with you do i not?โ€
โ€œno, not that that shoโ€™, i mean more couples stuff. likeโ€ฆcouldnโ€™t you just be more affectionate? i justโ€” i donโ€™t know how you feel about me at certain points, you donโ€™t tell me anything as it is.โ€
he looked at you, playing with your hands, trying to look anywhere but him, clearly uncomfortable about this conversation.
โ€œcmon y/n, you know how it goes already, iโ€™m not into shit like that. i may like you and all, but all that lovey-dovey stuff? that ainโ€™t me. never has and never will be. surely you should understand how i feel about you? the fact that iโ€™ve kept you around this long should say more than enough.โ€
damn. fucking cold. either way, you werenโ€™t backing down. you stood there, holding a firm staring competition with him before opening your mouth to speak.
โ€œshouei, itโ€™s been 7 months and news flash! it doesnโ€™t. when you do shit like this, it makes me feel fucking inadequate. like iโ€™m not deserving of you. long story short, you make me feel like shit. iโ€™m tired of it shoโ€™.โ€
โ€œy/n, regardless of how you feel, i told you how i feel, and that ainโ€™t gonna change.โ€
you couldnโ€™t accept what he was telling you, believing that what you were saying werenโ€™t getting through to his thick skull. his stance was too relaxed for your liking, arms simply crossed over the other, looking slightly bored.
โ€œyouโ€™re not getting it shouei!โ€ you raised your voice slightly, not quite shouting, but about two thirds of the way there. โ€œyouโ€™re not understan-โ€
โ€œoi, i didnโ€™t get into a relationship with you just so you can make my life harder. fix up or leave.โ€
you halted, making sure you heard him correctly. to hear that he basically wouldnโ€™t fight for 7 months worth of memories and time with each other left you in denial that it would be so easy for him to let go.
โ€œexcuse me?โ€
โ€œdid i stutter? fix up, or leave. two choices, one answer. itโ€™s up to you but whatever you pick is your business.โ€
he gave you an out, an out from what you were currently going through. and as much as you did love and care for barou, youโ€™d be a fool not to take it. things would only get worse.
you chose the latter, opting to leave, considering how little value your relationship held to barou. weeks passed, and the items you once held in the apartment decreased, leaving a half completed house, just like your heart.
he continued as normal at first, trying to get used to the newfound โ€˜freedomโ€™. but as days passed on, the emptiness of the household became more apparent. the meals you used to cook were no more, barou having to take on the tasks himself. his injuries were taken care of in a subpar manner. while he could do it adequately, they werenโ€™t bandaged or plastered as well as you used to do it. yes he would clean, but having it done already when he came back from training and to his standardโ€ฆmade him start to realise just how much you really did for him.
and maybeโ€” maybe you werenโ€™t so bad to have around. you did give him a sense of comfort that he could not achieve on his own, filling him on things that happened during your day gave him a sense of normalcy which alternately gave him that balance from his meticulous life as a quickly rising footballer.
he missed you, he missed what you had,
itโ€™s a pity he realised only when it was too late.
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โ˜†ๅฝก ITOSHI RIN
โ€œhonestly i donโ€™t understand why i got with you in the first place. youโ€™re so lukewarm it hurts.โ€
you were both busy. you both knew and understood that. rin was constantly abroad on travels for football and you had your own stuff going on at work, often leaving the office late at night.
when your schedules would occasionally match up and youโ€™d both be home, most of the time it would still be you alone. rin would go off on his own to his usual training ground and work himself to the bone. he wouldnโ€™t even tell you he was leaving, disregarding your worries or concerns that may surface.
you jolted awake randomly, looking to your left to see disturbed duvet covers, but an empty side. yet again. next you turned to your phone, squinting at the light from the screen which temporarily blinded you.
2:34am
you could take a guess or two at where rin was. specifically because you knew he lost his last match abroad and was pissed off about it, meaning double the training he usually did. you threw on some clothes, splashed water on your face and grabbed your car keys to drive to the open football field.
the massive stadium style lights lit up the field, illuminating it in a cool white, as you pulled up next to rinโ€™s car. even from the car park you could hear the discernible sounds of rinโ€™s foot booting a ball repeatedly. once closer, you could see him in his normal training gear, sweating profusely, enough to fill a small bucket.
โ€œrin!โ€
he stopped, just short of making the next ball his victim, making eye contact with you, not expecting to see you there of all places this late.
he waited until you had crossed the distance between you, and stood in front of him to speak.
โ€œy/n, why are you out here this early? i thought you were sleeping.โ€
โ€œrin, i should be asking you that. itโ€™s too early to be this active my love. come home please, iโ€™m worried for you.โ€
all was silent for a moment, the only audible sounds on the pitch being a crow cawing in the distance, and rinโ€™s heavy breathing.
โ€œโ€ฆiโ€™m fine. just go back home. itโ€™s too early for you to be up.โ€
you stood, hand on hip, showing your determination to get him to give up, not taking no for an answer.
โ€œrin, you need to sleep. youโ€™re overworking yourself. what happens when youโ€™re fatigued and you leave yourself open for mistakes to happen? itโ€™ll be worse for you in the long run.โ€
โ€œtch, i wouldnโ€™t expect someone who does office work all day to know the inner workings of an athlete. you donโ€™t understand y/n.โ€
you sighed exasperatingly at his attempts to disarm you. he could be so stubborn when it was really for his own good.
โ€œrin, i donโ€™t need to be an athlete to understand that this isnโ€™t good for you. anyone with two working brain cells can understand that constant working out and lack of sleep isnโ€™t healthy.โ€
he rolled his eyes and turned back to the football in front of him.
โ€œfine. whether or not you leave isnโ€™t my problem, but iโ€™m not leaving. stay or go, the outcome is the same either way.โ€
he took position, aiming and shooting flawlessly at the top left corner of the goal, the ball spinning against the net before falling to the ground.
he grabbed another ball, ready to complete the same procedure before you interrupted him once more.
โ€œrin, just please come home, you can come back tomorrow. just because you lost your match doesnโ€™t mean you should overwork yourself like this.โ€
this time when he turned back towards you, the tone had shifted. his face immediately darkened, eyes thinning into dark slits, eyebrows forming a crease on his forehead. his teal eyes shot daggers into yours.
โ€œlisten. we may be together, but that doesnโ€™t mean you get to talk to me like you know what iโ€™m going through. iโ€™m going to be the best football player out there, and if i need to work double to make that happen, then so. be. it. i donโ€™t need someone like you telling me about what i should or should not be doing.โ€
you stood in silence, effectively stunned and insulted simultaneously. you couldnโ€™t say anything to counter yourself, rinโ€™s harsh words opening up a side to him youโ€™ve never seen before. that wasnโ€™t the worst of it though.
โ€œhonestly i donโ€™t understand why i got with you in the first place. youโ€™re so lukewarm it hurts.โ€
your heart shattered, face hung in desolation and disheartenment.
after not hearing you argue back for a while he scoffed, walking to the side to collect his training bag. โ€œwhatever, iโ€™m leaving now.โ€
he left you there, standing while the gears turned in your head to make some semblance of his words.
you didnโ€™t even register you were crying until the cold nipped at your cheeks, decreasing the temperature of the liquid against your face. you pulled yourself together, just about enough to shakily make your way back to your car and press the ignition button.
you spent the whole car ride crying your eyes out, before wiping your eyes as you arrived back home. rinโ€™s car was nowhere to be seen.
you walked up to the front door, slotting your key in and twisting your wrist to align with the lock.
pushing the door open, you stepped in to see the lights off and the aura dark.
โ€œrin?โ€
silence.
โ€œrin, are you there?โ€
nothing.
you sighed, tossing your keys on the table next to the door, making a beeline to your shared bedroom. it was empty, no signs of life present.
you stripped out of your outside clothes and slipped under the covers,
leaving you to cry yourself to sleep, wondering when it all went wrong.
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baby you sold me a dream pt.2
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Could I request Blade, Jing Yuan, and Dan Heng getting headpats from their short s/o?
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Characters: Blade, Jing Yuan, and Dan Heng x Female Reader
Synopsis: Headpats from their short s/o
Warnings: Fluff and spelling mistakes,
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๐ต๐“๐’ถ๐’น๐‘’
Confused why you did something like that? Heโ€™s so awestruck. Is it possible for you to do it again?
Blade leaned down, took your head, and placed it on top of his head. You looked at him, confused by his actions. "Blade, do you need something?โ€ โ€œPat my head,โ€ he said blankly. No way he was asking you to pat his head?! It was the first time he said anything like this before!
โ€œYou want to pat your head?โ€ You asked for confirmation just in case you heard it wrong somehow.
"I put your hand on my head. I want to pat my head." Blade repeated himself with a bit more vigour in his voice, starting to get annoyed, hoping you would hurry up and start instead of asking questions, like, was it that hard to believe?
You gently patted his head, and he closed his eyes contently as you scratched his scalp lightly while moving your fingers through his hair. He could feel your palm moving softly on his head.
After what felt like forever to him, but only a few minutes later, he opened his eyes again and saw you staring intently at him with concern. "Blade, are you ok?โ€ โ€œYeah, yeah, Iโ€™m fine,โ€ he replied, trying to hide the blush that crept onto his face with your touch.
๐’ฅ๐’พ๐“ƒ๐‘” ๐’ด๐“Š๐’ถ๐“ƒ
How adorable you are, wanting him lower down so you can pat his head, hmm heโ€™ll indulge your little desire of affection but donโ€™t expect he would tease before he does such a thing.
โ€œJing yuan, lower your head for me,โ€ you request, wanting to vividly give him a pat on the head but too short. "Hm, does my sweet lover want to give me affection?" he teases, even though you were the one giving it to him!
You blush at his teasing before a frown comes over your face. โ€œJust do as I ask." โ€œWhat if I decide not to?" โ€œThen you're getting nothing from me!" You threaten him with your finger pointed toward him.
He lets out a laugh before leaning down as you command, and you pat the top of his white hair and also ring your hands. You look at him lovingly, smiling, before kissing the tip of his nose.
"Surprisingly, you let me do it without teasing me much."
โ€œIโ€™m always obedient to you; are there any more requests, your highness?โ€
๐’Ÿ๐’ถ๐“ƒ ๐ป๐‘’๐“ƒ๐‘”
He gets so flustered by touch but a pat on the head just makes his ears go blood shot red and also doesnโ€™t help with your teasing.
Dan Heng's face went red when you asked him if you could pat his head. The most simple form of affection had his heart beating out of his chest.
โ€œDan Heng, are you blushing?" you ask in a teasing tone. โ€œYour ears are all red and hot." He was so cute, it made your heart ache a little bit.
You touch his hot ear; it was really hot. "Aw, I like my affection that much,โ€ you whisper in his ear, playing with his mind, making him blush even more.
His cheeks were already flushed from his embarrassment, but the way you whispered in his ear made him turn redder; it was embarrassing.
You pat his black hair, โ€œso handsome and cute." You coo at how adorable Dan looked in this moment.
โ€œHow can I stop myself from spoiling you?โ€
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Omg hiii!!!
I saw that you had your requests open,
Could you perhaps write about Carlos Sainz with a female s/o that is a ballerina and doesn't look like it? Like she dresses in dark clothing and loves rock and metal and even knows how to play electric guitar?
Have an awesome day<3
Thank you keep slaying ๐Ÿ˜Œ๐Ÿ’ž
black swan | carlos sainz jr.
thanks for the request! sorry for the wait, but here it is :)
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y/n.l/n ๐ŸŽ€๐Ÿฉฐ
55charlos55 is this carlosโ€™ gf?
landonorris break a leg
y/n.l/n this could mean two different things and i donโ€™t want to find out
landonorris carlos can have only one of us and thatโ€™s going to be me ๐Ÿฅฐ
carlossainz55 this is getting violent really fast
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y/n.l/n has added to her story
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carlossainz55 feliz cumpleaรฑos mi bailarina โค๏ธ
y/n.l/n TE AMO CARLITOS โค๏ธโค๏ธ
y/nscorner AND SHE PLAYS GUITAR?? WIFE HER UP CARLOS OR I WILL
landonorris was she playing letโ€™s go lando?
y/n.l/n she was not ๐Ÿฅฐ
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Masterlist~โœจ
On going series~
The Adventures of Sunny and Miggy (A Miguel Oโ€™Hara X Female! SpiderWoman! Reader Oneshot series)
Topics included: Grumpy x Sunshine, Fluff to the max, Miguel being a sweetheart, Trauma, slightly dark themes (not a dark fic, but topics such as child loss and traumatic experiences with death.), Established relationships?, pinning, slow burn?
TDLR: Who could possibly handle the stubborn, hot headed, arrogant hot leader of the Spider Society? His Sunny of course. Come see how these two just make it work.
((6/3/23: There is no chronological order to this at this point so read as you please))
Walking on Sunshine
Sweet As You
As Warm As You
Just A Bite
Come on, Baby, Cry
Grumpy Kitty, Soft Kitty
To Love and Hold
From Your Point of View
Our Girl
Just A Taste
Our Love ((Part 2 to Our Girl))
Dance With Me
Fatherโ€™s Day ((2.5 to Our Girl))
Head Canons~
Miguel with an S/O with a black cat personality Miguel with an S/O with social anxiety
Miguel with a human civilian S/O ((also General relationship head-canons))
One Shots~
Cat Got Your Tongue?
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They Had A Nightmare Of The Overblot (PT. 2)
Type of Writing: Random Idea Name: They Had A Nightmare Of The Overblot Characters: Vil Schoenheit, Idia Shroud, Malleus Draconia, and Grim + Yuu Sei Idea-Giver: Random Thoughts
A/N: Like in my past pieces, the reader is not MC/Yuu, they are a person coming from Twisted Wonderland. By the way, for Yuu and Grim's part, they are envisioning the overblot of Yuu's S/O. And, for Malleus' part, it is set in the future where he and the reader are married and have a child (the reader is not specified as female though)
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๐Ÿ‘‘ As someone that tends to fills his day with many different things ranging from club duties to his work as a model and actor, Vil does not like to dwell on the past, to him it's necessary and can hold one back
๐Ÿ‘‘ But, for some reason, the Great Seven seemingly disagreed with his coping mechanism
๐Ÿ‘‘ You and Vil had begun to date one another a few weeks after his overblot, since you both grew up together in the Shaftlands, with your guardians working together in the movie business, but your guardian was a casting director while Eric Venue was an actor, you guys were very close growing up
๐Ÿ‘‘ And because of how close you both were, seeing such a sight was something that not only scared him, but it scared you. You had watched your dearest friend become a, in other's words, monster
๐Ÿ‘‘ Vil, before he blacked out, had seen your shocked and terrified face as you held Neige, trying to keep his afloat in the chaotic scene
๐Ÿ‘‘ Thankfully, while he did come to his senses and become the same man you knew and loved, there was always a voice lingering in his head telling him that that incident proved how pathetic and weak he was. And how he could lose you easily to someone just like Neige
๐Ÿ‘‘ These thoughts consumed his mind as he slept with you being coddled in his arms, your hands intertwined as your breaths began to slowly separate with Vil's speeding up and your slightly faltering at the feeling of air rushing past your ears
๐Ÿ‘‘ Looking at your boyfriend over your shoulder, your eyes slightly widened at the sight of him, his face was contorting slightly as if he was going to cry but he was being forced to hold it in by fear
๐Ÿ‘‘ Grabbing his face, you began to try waking him up. From shaking him to, somewhat, messing with his already messy hair, nothing was working, until you grabbed a small glass of water from your bedside table and splashed his face, making his eyes jerk open with shock
" Vil?! Hey, are you alright? You were jerking so much in your sleep and you looked like you were about to cry. I tried waking you up by shaking you but it wouldn't work- " " You're okay... " " What? " " Oh, thank the Great Seven that you're okay! "
๐Ÿ‘‘ Furrowing your eyebrows in confusion, Vil wrapped his arms tightly around you, tighter than he ever has before, making you let out a small gush of air from the pressure
๐Ÿ‘‘ Holding you with his face burrowed into your neck as he lightly sobbed tears of joy, you sighed gently and hugged him right back. Your hands eventually reached up and began to massage his head and back, allowing him to drift back into a rest
๐Ÿ‘‘ This time... there would be no dream of that fateful day and how you got that scar on your arm, it would be about you and his first date. The day he first realized he loved you...
๐Ÿ‘‘ He's gonna kill you in the morning for splashing water on his face btw
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๐ŸŽฎ Unlike pretty much the rest of the boys, Idia doesn't fully hate his overblot. After all, he did gain his brother again, albeit a robotic version, but still
๐ŸŽฎ Though, every time he looks at Ortho, he remembers his overblot and the incident that happened when they were very young. And that makes him rethink everything. Also, don't get me started on when he looks at you
๐ŸŽฎ While he does think about how amazing and good-looking you are, he also thinks about the incident and how he sent a large shock at you and caused you to go into the infirmary for nearly an entirety of four weeks. And if scares him that he had done that to the only person who was there with him since the beginning, no death of anything occurring
๐ŸŽฎ Because of that event and how he had nearly harmed you to the point of being in a coma, Idia was very distant, holding to himself far worse than he ever did before. But, somehow despite these actions, you had accepted him and begun a relationship
๐ŸŽฎ For Idia, your relationship was built upon trust, loyalty, and honesty. Nothing else truly mattered to the male if he knew you would always be there and tell him the truth without him questioning it
๐ŸŽฎ One sign of his trust was allowing you to sleep in the same bed as him. And, in one of the first few times of this happened, disaster struck in the form of a nightmare
๐ŸŽฎ Hugging you tighter from behind as his eyes dodged in every direction underneath his closer eyelids, you awoke to his whimpers and very faint calls of your name and a mixture of pleases and no's
๐ŸŽฎ You had heard his eventual scream of a no and looked over at him in shock, he had never awoke so abruptly and harshly, even when he had nightmares of Ortho's death all those years ago, and that was scaring you enough, what had scared him so badly?
๐ŸŽฎ Opening your arms as he lunged in and hugged you tighter as if you were about to disappear, you began to hush him and hum a lullaby that his younger brother said he used to sing to him all the time when he had bad dreams growing up
" Y-Y/N, p-please don't leave me... not again... " " I won't, my love. I'm always going to be by your side, no matter what, okay? "
๐ŸŽฎ Nodding as you hugged him and pressed soft kisses to his temples, nose, forehead, and eventually to his somehow naturally blue lips, making him melt and hold one of your cheeks with his hands
" Now, how about we get some more sleep? You really need it. " " Ha-ha, funny... but, yeah. Sleep sounds really nice... "
๐ŸŽฎ Getting back under the covers, you instead of being the little spoon, allowing Idia to crawl into your arms as your legs tangled together comfortably. His breaths then calmed and became a steady sound as you rubbed his head and back to comfort him and remind him of your words
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๐Ÿ‰ Malleus was not proud of himself after the incident, how could he have let something like this cover his mind so thickly it could be compared to Lilia's cooking's stench?
๐Ÿ‰ Ever since he had overcome his emotional issues with the help of his dearest friend, Yuu Sei, and his friends and family members, you and him began your real relationship, courting and all
๐Ÿ‰ Now, he had never really dwelled on the past, to him, it would only hold someone back. Holding onto a grudge was something he wasn't fond of doing, so he tried to never do it. And, unfortunately, he had failed with this kind of grudge
๐Ÿ‰ Back to the point of this;
๐Ÿ‰ You could tell that Malleus was getting stressed with his work beginning to overflow, and despite the combined efforts of help from his father-figure, Lilia Vanrouge, and his closest friends, Silver and Sebek, he still had a lot left for him as the King of Briar Valley
๐Ÿ‰ His grip as he held you as you rest was also a tell-tale sign. His tail's grip was starting to make your leg fall asleep, which was what initially woke you up, and when he felt you touch his tail and left it, he had accidentally in his sleep knocked you away and knock a cup down, landing on the ground with a shockingly decent-sounding crash
๐Ÿ‰ Malleus' eyes erupted awake as he called your name, unnoticed tears falling from his eyes as his tail had rammed up and his horns slightly curved farther with growth
" My Spindle, are you alright?! Do you have any cuts, bruises, or any burns?! Oh no, please tell me I did not burn you... "
๐Ÿ‰ Burn you? What in the name of Twisted Wonderland was your husband raving about?
" Burn me? No, Malleus, your tail merely knocked me back into the cup. I'm perfectly fine! Are you okay? You have tears falling down your cheeks... " " Tears? Ah, I didn't notice those... but, yes, I am fine. "
๐Ÿ‰ Bullshit, you knew when your husband was internally hurting and every time you saw this habit of pushing something else ahead to distract you, you would get annoyed. Much like right now
" Malleus. I know when you aren't okay... don't start lying to me now. " " Father? Mommy/Daddy? What happened? " " Nothing, Diaval. Just go back to bed okay? " " Why is Father crying, Mommy/Daddy? " " Father just had a hint of a bad dream, like you and I do. Now, please darling, go back to your bed. " " Can I sleep with you guys for the night? " " Why? " " I- I don't remember which direction my room is... "
๐Ÿ‰ Malleus smiled gently and held out his hand to his first-born son and hugged him as you chuckled as your son threw up his small raven plushie and huddled himself underneath the sheets as you hugged him and Malleus wrapped his long tail around you both
๐Ÿ‰ Why was he so scared of what he had done in the past? Maybe it was because the last thing he saw was the slight burn marks you still had imprinted on your arms from protecting Yuu, or maybe it was because he needed to see something to remember... remember why his mother had gave her life for him
๐Ÿ‰ She did so so he could understand her, her love for her spouse and child... and while normally such a though would bring the fae to tears, Malleus couldn't help but lay a kiss to his son and spouse's heads as he hugged them, pledging his devotion over and over again...
๐Ÿ‰ It did not matter what had happened, what mattered was what was going to happen
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โค๏ธโ€๐Ÿฉน -> MC/Yuu Sei ~ ๐Ÿ˜ผ -> Grim ~ ใƒป -> Both Btw, the reader here is in Heartslabyul with Ace and Deuce
โค๏ธโ€๐Ÿฉน Yuu, unlike his companion, had a very strict schedule of thinking when it came to the dark magic he had survived attacks from for the past few months at Night Raven College
โค๏ธโ€๐Ÿฉน It was quite ironic really, because of his way of thinking and devotion to keeping his head high, he had attracted you, by far one of the nicest beings he had ever met in the new world... and really in his entire life
๐Ÿ˜ผ Grim, on the other hand, had only gotten your attention because of how he treated your dorm leader, Riddle Rosehearts, with blatant disregard until he had punished him with his signature spell
๐Ÿ˜ผ The feline had devolped a quick rivalry with you as well, well, a one sided rivalry that is, you didn't really hate the monster. In reality, you cared for the small thing as if it was your own sibling or child, gifting him small cans of tuna from now and then
โค๏ธโ€๐Ÿฉน Your connection with Grim was something that Yuu loved, but, whenever he had seen you bending down you give Grim a can of tuna, your boyfriend couldn't help but see you in that god-awful form bending down above your old friend Cater about ready to attack
โค๏ธโ€๐Ÿฉน He had never told you anything of it, preferring to keep such a vision to himself. He wouldn't want to worry you about his mind
Sadly for both of them, they would be forced to face their fears with the motivation of one thing; a nightmare with you nearby
๐Ÿ˜ผ Your little friend had been curled up in your lap after eating to much for his lunch, mainly three cans of large tuna, and begun to take a long power-nap
๐Ÿ˜ผ But, when you felt him begin to twitch far more than normal and feel the faint whimpers come off from his chest, you picked Grim up and excused yourself from your third-year allies and housewarden to deal with him
๐Ÿ˜ผ Ushering him awake, Grim jumped and accidentally clawed your hand, making a small cut begin to bleed on your palm. And he could only sit there on the ground in your dorm-room, small yet bubbly tears falling down his cheeks
" Grim! Are you alright? " " I-I'm fine, Y/N. " " No you're not... Grim, I know when someone's lying, please don't make me add you to the list of liars. "
While getting Grim to admit his nightmares was fairly easy, getting your boyfriend to do so would be far harder
โค๏ธโ€๐Ÿฉน Yuu was, in your opinion, a no-paid therapist for the entire school. Or, at least the main members of each dorm, from housewardens to their vices, he has spoken to pretty much all of them through their problems
โค๏ธโ€๐Ÿฉน He never really has been so clean of energy that day in particular, from nearly getting hit on the head by Deuce's cauldron from running from Vil while housing Epel from his lessons that day, he just wanted to lay by his loving S/O and take a long hard rest for the night
โค๏ธโ€๐Ÿฉน But, like a lot of things that year, even something has simple as that didn't work out for him. He had a complete nightmare of the overblots he had faced alongside you, and he had woken up in a shock right before a dangerous and death-worthy attack landed on you
โค๏ธโ€๐Ÿฉน You had starred at him in shock from the ground you had fallen on and just rubbed your arm as you crawled back up and began to caress his arms and back in an attempt to calm him down as tears swarmed his eyes and began to leak
" Y/N? Oh God, you probably think I'm weak for crying about something so futile... " " Futile? Yuu Sei I have seen and heard a lot of things throughout my lifetime here in Twisted Wonderland, some of which I believe and some I do not. This is far from a futile thing to cry about. You just imagined the almost-happening death of someone you care for... like I have... and from the mighty words of my Godfather, Dire Crowley, 'In order to use magic just how you picture it, you need imagination. Some mages also find it useful to make a habit out of writing and drawing out their ideas, to train their ability to better materialize them'. " " What does that old bird's words have to do with this?... No offense! "
โค๏ธโ€๐Ÿฉน Chuckling at his reaction, you gripped his hands in yours and said the following words that would forever lay resting in his mind before he slept every night
" In my words, ' In order to succeed in surpassing something, you must earn it. Whether it be from talking about it or writing it down in a journal of some sorts, letting such pains off your shoulders helps out a ton, whether you believe it or not.' " " Now I know that did not come from Crowley's mouth. "
โค๏ธโ€๐Ÿฉน Laughing at your boyfriend's words, Yuu took it as an opportunity and lunged on you, wrestling playfully with you as you laughed while he tickled your sides... oh, what did you do to earn such a wonderful man?
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โ‡ธThe following SMAU fanfic is inspired by the movie Scream, the 2015 MTV Scream TV series and fanficThe Final Girl by @ghoularaki . Comments, Reblogs, and Shares are heavily appreciated. Please enjoy ~ โ™ฅ๏ธŽ
โ‡ธ Paring - Slasher oc [@BUNII_ on Twitter] x Reader!oc
โ‡ธ โš ๏ธ Warning/Genre โš ๏ธ Horror, slight comedy, interracial couple, slightly angst, fluff, social media au, senior high school/slasher au, character deaths ( major & minor), blood, detailed gore, eventual smut, explicit sexual themes, slow burn, strangers to friends au, friends to lovers au, childhood friends to lovers au.
โ‡ธ Quick Sum up: โA rise in missing persons reports render a small town afraid and helpless. But when Ashe, the towns goody two shoes, gets thrown in the middle of copycat killing spree, an unknown contact comes to protect her from the shadows.โž
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Ashe's eyes fluttered open whilst struggling to sit up. She props herself on her elbows as best she can she gently sweeps his bangs back from his closed eyes. August's arm draped over her waist, his bright orange curls matted into the pillow with soft snores admitting from him.
She reaches for her phone, plucking it off the charger. Frantically turning around she shakes him. "August? August wake up! "
No sign of movement. "August get the hell up!" She screams.
He jolts awake, squinting from the bright sun from the window. "How long have you been up?"
"Doesn't matter we're late!" She shows him the time. School starts in fifteen minutes. Hopping out of bed, they, unfortunately, had to play rock paper scissors for who got the bathroom first.
August won but showered quickly. She checks for messages from the group chat but sees her missed call logs. Ashe mentally cursed texting Stranger back then answering the group chat.
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Inside the car, Ashe gives Noelle, Brendan, and Sinclair an earful but not without her and August getting scolded by Calil. Not a fun drive they must say. Just barely making it before the late bell they spilt off to their classes when police and caution tape are spotted on the double doors of the gymnasium.
Ryver was sat aside being spoken to by one of Sheriff Quill's subordinates. Ashe's mom Harlyn swabbing what looks like blood.
Students crowded around, talking amongst themselves. This can't be happening. A body covered in a sheet was wheeled away when Ryver begins to bawl being escorted out. She overhears one of the officers giving their condolences.
Then it hits her. The riddle the stalker left in the video. The queen who was to be dethroned. Executed.
"It.... was Indie," Ashe said under her breath.
Unfolding the note, she sneaks away. The Demon Stalker mentioned shining a light on five eyes. Ashe ment to solve it yesterday but due to her anxiety, she wasn't left with much energy.
Now in the bathroom, she holds it to the ceiling light. Nothing happened. She reads it once more, replaying what they said in the video. Shine a light on five eyes.
"Five Eyes." She scans the flimsy wrinkled paper. "Five eyes...Five. Five eyes."
A light bulb goes off. "Five I's not Five eyes."
She opens her black light app shining it on the note. The Five I's illuminate the paper.
"Five I's spell invisibility."
Her phone starts ringing.
"Stranger listen before you say anything the killer struck again. He murdered Indie."
"I know, I was there."
She almost lost her balance. "Wha?"
"Babydoll I tried to save her but that fucking prick beat me to her. When I found her she was cut in two hanging from the ropes you guys use for PE."
Ashe wraps her arm around herself, dread twisting in her gut. She felt like she might throw up.
"Doll? You there?"
"Y-yeah I'm listenin'. That explains your missed calls. So what do we do now?"
"Lay low in the meantime. He killed her to make a point; to show off. To give the town something to be afraid of. Whatever you do, do not try anything without telling me. We're in this together and I don't know what I'd do if you died." Inwardly, Stranger was seething.
"Thanks for the concern." Ashe forwarded the note. "I figured out the note. It relates to invisibility. Not completely sure why though."
Stranger sighs. "It's about a mass stabbing twenty-one years ago. They were invisible and ridiculed by everyone around them except one girl but she disappeared."
Ashe nods, checking the time. "I've gotta go but we'll talk more later. Bye Stranger."
"Goodbye Babydoll." She hangs up.
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School was cut early to ensure students safety and wellbeing. Vice-Principal Theodosia announced on the loud speaker that grief councilors will be present tomorrow and that they'll be Panera catering for students as well. Absences will be excused for those who can't stomach coming in either.
Ashe tried reaching out to Ryver but he hasn't been able to talk about his loss so she sat with him at the Sheriff station. He kept crying. She remembered what that felt like. It wasn't like her tears from her anxiety attacks, instead it was raw, more agonizing. To know that suddenly you're alone and the one person you thought would never leave finally does.
Pulling into the driveway, Misty parks the car. Deafening silence sits between them as Ashe sinks in the passenger seat.
"I know you and that girl didn't have the best of luck with each other, but you did the right thing staying by Ryver's side today. "
Ashe never takes her eyes off the dashboard, chin trembling with her arms folded across her chest as she nods in response. Out of the car she kicks off her Converses trudging upstairs to her bedroom. Her headphones on her head as she chewed her lower lip, she'd wiped her eyes so much they turned red and swollen.
She'd muted her notifications, deciding to check every few minutes if any of her friends would call. But like clockwork her guardian angel came knocking.
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