#he's ace and i will not listen to any protest

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The Younger Kind Part 27 | Rooster x Reader

Summary: You should be finishing your school work so you can ace your finals and graduate, but Bradley coaxes you to take a study break at the Hard Deck. While there, Bradley realizes just what life is going to look like with you by his side, and he takes a minute to remind both of you who you belong with. And then he helps you study the way only he can.

Warnings: Angst, swearing, fluff, smut, and age gap (18+)

Length: 5200 words

Pairing: Single dad!Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x babysitter!female reader

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On Friday morning, when Bradley got to work, he walked right over to Nat where she was sipping a coffee in the hangar. Her eyes were wide, clearly anxious to hear some more details about Meredith, but Bradley just walked right into her arms and hugged her.

She kissed his cheek and whispered, "What happened? Aside from the glorious fact that Merebitch has to fuck off now!"

"I'm being deployed."

"No!" she gasped, hugging him tighter as she set down her coffee. "Will you need help with Noah?"

"Nope," he said with a smile as he pulled away from her a few inches. "For once, I got that part covered."

She listened as he told her all about Wednesday in the courtroom and how you agreed to stay at his house the whole time he was deployed. He was in the process of adding you as a temporary guardian for Noah. He was also going to add you to his credit cards as an authorized user, but you were definitely going to protest. If he had any way of getting your social security number, he would have already done it behind your back.

"Oh, I see," Nat replied with a smirk. "Your babysitter is going to be staying with Noah? For six weeks?"

"Girlfriend, actually," Bradley replied smoothly. 

Nat looked pleased. "I still maintain that you have me to thank for that. If I hadn't downloaded that dating app on your phone, none of this would have ever happened. Now tell me I'm the best."

Bradley rolled his eyes and sighed deeply. "You're the best, Nat."

"Yes," she agreed. "And I'll help your girlfriend with Noah while you're away. Make sure you tell her to come to me if she needs anything. Anything at all."

"Thanks, Nat," he mumbled as he reached for his helmet. But Bradley knew you'd be just fine. Nat would be a safety net in case you needed something, and that helped put his mind even further at ease. 

After a morning of training exercises, Bradley headed inside to eat lunch and check his text messages. 

My Princess: Daddy, I'll be on campus until at least 6. Kind of panicking over how much work I still have to complete before graduation. 

He knew this was partly his fault. He was the one who hadn't let you return to your little rental so you'd have some peace and quiet away from him and Noah. But you and he both seemed incapable of being apart now. The way he knew how your body felt tucked against his chest in the middle of the night had him desperate to keep you in his bed. And the way Noah was so attached to you, Bradley was convinced he'd start calling you mommy soon.  

As he carried his lunch to one of the cafeteria tables, he texted you back to remind you that he'd help you finish up with your school work this weekend. But he also knew you needed to take a break tonight, so he texted someone else as well.

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You were exhausted by the time you got back to Bradley's house on Friday evening. The Bronco was already parked in the driveway, and you noticed that the boys must have played with some sidewalk chalk. As you made your way up to the door, there were pictures of dinosaurs, and Bradley had written We love Princess next to the front porch. 

Quickly, you unlocked the front door and called out, "It's me!" Noah came running toward you from the kitchen, and you caught him in your arms. 

"Daddy's making dinner," he informed you, and you rushed for the kitchen to investigate. 

"Hey, Baby," Bradley said, smiling at you over his shoulder. 

You set Noah down on one of the chairs where the table was covered with his coloring books. "You're cooking," you said in shock. "Do you want me to take over?" 

"No, I got it," he replied, and you peeked in the pan to see he was making chicken stir fry. "The sexiest woman I ever met taught me how to cook this."

"Oh really? Where is she? I'd love to meet her," you said sarcastically. You were rewarded with Bradley's big hand smacking your rear end before he pulled you closer to him. 

He kissed you while the food sizzled on the stovetop, and he murmured, "You had a long day. Let's go out after we eat."

You let his lips linger on yours, enjoying the rough feel of his mustache before he pulled away to focus on what he was cooking. "You want to take Noah out to see a movie or something?" you asked, reaching to pull out some plates. A movie would be really fun, but you also hated the idea of Bradley paying for your ticket along with everything else. He was no longer paying you to babysit Noah. And now that school was ending and you weren't being paid by the college for your work study, you had no income. "Or we could just do something fun here instead?"

"We're going out to the bar," he informed you easily as he turned the stove burner off. 

You laughed and put your hands on your hips. "And what about Noah?"

"Got it covered, Princess."

"We actually do need to find him a new babysitter," you reminded Bradley as you glanced at where Noah was quietly folding up construction paper. 

"I already did," Bradley promised, kissing your cheek and carrying plates of food to the table. "Amelia Benjamin will be here in about thirty minutes. I wouldn't trust her with Noah for six weeks or anything like that, but I'm sure we can get away for a few hours. Just you and I." He was looking at you intently, waiting for a response. You were honestly surprised he'd managed to set this all up today. "Baby, you need a little break, and Amelia is out of school for the summer," he added softly before he started to blow on Noah's dinner to cool it down.

"I really need to finish my school work," you reminded him as you sat down and tasted his chicken stir fry. It was pretty good, and he smiled as you took another big forkful. 

"We have tomorrow and Sunday to work on that. I'll help you."

You were quiet for a moment as you ate. And then all you said in response was, "This is delicious. I can hardly believe you made it."

Bradley set his fork down and took your hand in his. "Come to the bar tonight. Now that I took you out to lunch yesterday, all I can think about is showing you off all the time, okay? Nat will be there, and I kind of already told her we'd be there, too."

"Fine," you said, agreeing with his plans. "But the rest of the weekend, I'll be working."

Bradley's smile held steady through dinner, and when Amelia arrived to watch Noah, he was still excited to be taking you out. You were promised that the evening was casual, so you changed into some jeans that were a little baggy on you and a button down shirt that you tied in the front so it was cropped a little bit. Bradley was in jeans and a colorful floral print shirt, and when he led you out to the Bronco, you offered to drive your car to the bar instead. 

He opened the passenger side door of the Bronco and kissed you. "Don't want you wasting your money or gas or anything on me, Princess." And you climbed inside with the realization that you were in a very adult relationship here, and maybe you were in over your head.

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Bradley tried to brace himself ahead of time. You were a headturner. Fucking stunning, even in your jeans and beat up Sperrys. But even though you had your fingers laced through his as he led you inside the Hard Deck, you drew the attention of at least half the guys in the place. So he withdrew his hand from yours and slipped his arm around our waist which did essentially nothing to stop the looks he was getting. 

"What do you want to drink?" he asked, and you looked up at him with such innocent eyes. He pulled you snug against him, and your hand came to rest just above the waistband of his jeans. His cock throbbed for you and that trusting look on your face. You just knew he was going to take care of whatever you needed, and it was going to make him hard if he didn't get control of himself now.

"A beer," you told him, and he leaned down to kiss your cheek next to your ear. 

"I see Nat over by the pool table. Why don't you go wait for me over there while I get us some drinks." He squeezed your ass as you turned to walk away from him, earning him a heated gaze over your shoulder. And then he noticed that your eyes caught on something by the bar before you turned back to look at him briefly before you walked to the pool table. 

When Bradley turned toward the bar, Helen was there, watching you walk across the crowded room with a scowl before she said, "Rooster," in a bland voice. 

He had somehow managed to forget that Helen would be here tonight. Great. "Hey," he said awkwardly before he ordered two beers and watched her expertly pull two pints and slide them across the bar. 

"I'll start a tab for you," she said, barely meeting his eyes. "You know, I'm surprised you brought her here. She looks like she's barely legal. And I don't mean that in a nice way. She's probably going to get into some shit." And then Helen turned to help the patron next to him as Bradley's eyes found you. 

"Fuck," he grunted. You were leaning back against one of the posts as Harvard and Yale closed in on you. Yale was leaning close enough that you tried to pull away, only to end up pressed against Harvard.

"How old are you, Angel?" Yale asked as Bradley got closer. 

You rolled your eyes and said, "I'm twenty four, and I'd appreciate it if you stopped touching me."

Harvard and Yale laughed at the same time, and then Harvard told you, "Maybe you don't know this yet, but girls fight over the chance to come home with us. We're roommates. And we're really good about...sharing."

When you glanced up, your expression was one of extreme annoyance before you met Bradley's eyes and smiled softly. "Then you can share each other," you said before stepping into Bradley's open arms, careful not to bump the beers. 

"I see you met my girlfriend," Bradley said, his voice loud and deep as you wrapped your arms around his waist. 

He kept his eyes on you while Harvard muttered an excuse and Yale repeatedly said, "Sorry, Rooster," until he was too far away to hear. 

"Friends of yours?" you asked, reaching for one of the beers.

"Not really," he replied, watching you take a long sip. "I thought I told you to go wait by Nat."

You licked your glossy lips and said, "And I thought I'd never have to see that flower stealer ever again." You tipped your head toward Helen and held your chin high. 

"Flower stealer?" he asked with a smirk.

"I could call her a wannabe homewrecking bitch, but we're in public," you deadpanned, and Bradley actually started laughing. 

"Let's go," he said, taking you by the hand as he chuckled, leading you toward the pool table. He watched Nat light up and start asking you a million questions about Meredith and the court appearance even though he had explicitly asked her not to. And of course Jake was here, trying to discreetly check you out. 

Bradley wasn't really sure why he had expected this evening to be a nice break for the two of you. He was constantly having to physically touch you in some way, otherwise you got cornered by someone. "Everyone here is so friendly," you remarked after your third beer. Bradley pressed his lips to the sheen of sweat on your pretty neck just as Omaha looked like he might be getting some ideas in his thick skull. 

"Yeah," Bradley mumbled. "Or maybe you're just a smokeshow, Baby."

You giggled and asked, "Will you let me go get the next round? I kind of want to see what my buddy Helen has to say to me."

"Go right ahead. Get whatever you want, and put it on my tab."

"You want anything, Daddy?" you asked, rubbing your hand along his abs again, clearly feeling a lot looser than you were two hours ago. He thought about taking you to the bathroom and fucking you as your fingers tucked inside his white undershirt and found his bare skin. 

"I want you to go get your drink and get back here quickly," he replied, his voice raspy. "That's what Daddy wants."

He watched you shuffle away after promising him you'd be right back. Then he felt a hand on his shoulder. "Rooster. My man. Where did you pick her up from?" Omaha asked, leaning past Bradley to get a good look at where you were standing at the bar. You had no idea how appealing your ass looked in those jeans, otherwise Bradley was pretty sure you wouldn't be standing like that. 

He turned back toward the other aviator and said, "I didn't pick her up from anywhere. She's my girlfriend."

Omaha had the audacity to whistle before he said, "Shit. How long you been hittin' that, old man?" 

Bradley felt his hand at his side clench into a fist. He didn't mind the reminder about his age when it came from you, but when it came from someone else, he wanted to start swinging. When you called him old, it was because he couldn't figure out the��settings on his phone, something you assured him you found charming. And you weren't a child. You were a capable adult, smarter than pretty much anyone else he knew. But he still just wanted to protect you, even though he knew he didn't have to. The sting of Greyson and Meredith was still too close though, and Bradley had to work at loosening his hand once again. 

He was about to tell Omaha to fuck off when he saw you out of the corner of his eye. You were reaching for your drink just as Bradley saw Cyclone of all people reach his hand out to stroke one long finger across the perfect curve of your cheek. You were saying something to Cyclone, and you didn't look too happy. And now both of Bradley's fists were clenched as he watched you duck away from his commanding officer and head his way.

"Oh my goodness," you muttered, sloshing some of your beer onto your hand. But Bradley's gaze was fixed on that of Admiral Beau Simpson as the other man nodded in his direction. "That guy at the bar insisted on buying me a beer as well as a glass of the bourbon he was drinking."

That's when Bradley noticed you were holding two drinks. "Which guy?" he asked, even though he already knew. You turned to look at the bar and nodded toward Cyclone. 

"The older one," you muttered before you looked up at Bradley. "He asked me if I was single and insisted on getting me the drinks." You held out the bourbon to him, and he took it. 

"What did you tell him?" Bradley asked, fingers tightening around the glass as he felt the weight of your gaze and Cyclone's on him as well. 

You licked your lips and said, "I told him I'm here with Bradley Bradshaw, and that he should stop pawing at me."

"Good girl, Princess," Bradley muttered, wrapping one big hand around your waist and pulling you close as he sipped the expensive bourbon courtesy of his boss's boss. Beau Simpson wanted something Bradley had, and the idea of it was enough to make him feel giddy. 

"I don't really like this bar very much," you said, an edge of annoyance lacing your tone of voice as you sipped your beer. Bradley let his hand slide down lower and grip your ass, and you did nothing except snuggle in a little closer to him.

But then Bradley tipped the glass of bourbon toward Cyclone and nodded his head in thanks. When Admiral Simpson nodded before letting his gaze dip down along your body, Bradley smirked and downed the rest of the amber liquid. Then his lips were on yours, still wet from the drink. He wanted to mark you, brand you as his own. He wanted to do the filthiest things to you in front of everyone else. 

You moaned against his lips, and Bradley took the beer out of your hand so you could wrap your arms around his neck. "What's that for, Daddy?" you asked when his lips found the side of your neck. "Oh, god," you whined as he sucked on you there. 

Bradley knew you liked Daddys, and Simpson was older than him. Hell, half the guys at the bar who were looking at you were older than he was. Bradley wanted to make sure everyone knew who you were here with. Maybe he especially wanted to remind you. 

So he let you finish the beer from Cyclone while he stood behind you, his big hand splayed across the bare skin of your belly. He kissed the side of your neck and praised you for being a good girl. And if Cyclone happened to be looking in this direction as Bradley's fingers dipped down into the front of your jeans, then so be it. Let him watch. Let everyone else watch as Bradley got his tipsy, twenty four year old girlfriend whining for his cock in the middle of the Hard Deck on a Friday night. 

"Daddy," you moaned, grinding back against his erection, back arched as you set down your empty glass. "You're teasing me."

Bradley unbuttoned your jeans as he suggested, "Let's go outside?"

You smiled and bit your lip as you asked him, "Are you going to take me home?"

"Something like that," he replied, leading you toward the bar so he could close out his tab. And if that meant that both Helen and Admiral Simpson got a good look at the way you were coming apart in Bradley's arms while he signed his credit card slip, then that was just fine with him.

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You stumbled out into the parking lot while Bradley unzipped your jeans. "Take me home?" you asked before his lips clashed against yours again. He tasted like that free bourbon, and you moaned into his mouth. You were so horny, you'd probably never make it back to Bradley's place at all. 

"You want me to take you to my house, Princess? You gonna start calling that home?" he asked, scooping you up in his arms and heading for the pitch black corner of the parking lot where he'd left the Bronco. 

"Daddy!" you whined, rubbing your lips all over the scars on his neck. "Take me home to your bed," you demanded, really quite tipsy. You'd never behaved like this before, ready to go in a parking lot, but apparently Bradley could read you like one of your nursing textbooks. 

He deposited you next to the Bronco, your feet meeting the ground just a fraction of a second before he spun you to face the passenger side door. His hands felt rough on your body as you reached for the door, your palms braced against the window. Bradley yanked down your jeans and underwear, and you cried out as the cool, night air met your wet pussy. 

"Bradley!"

"Shh," he whispered next to your ear. "You want me to fuck you right here, Princess?"

You felt almost ashamed as you gasped, "Yes," but you were so turned on for him, it didn't even matter. He bent you at the hips a little more, and then you felt Bradley thrust inside you in one quick motion. He filled you up so fast, the sensation took your breath away. He didn't give you time to get used to the stretch or to accommodate him before he was fucking you. It felt like he was teaching you a lesson as you tipped your head back and let him suck on your neck.

He nibbled on you before soothing you with his tongue, and you tried to look around, tried to make sure you were alone, but you would probably beg him to keep going even with an audience at this point. He felt that good. The cold glass against your palms was the only thing keeping your body from hitting the Bronco as he fucked you harder. 

"I can't believe you're letting me do this," he rasped next to your ear. His voice combined with the sounds of his thighs slapping against yours, the sounds of filthy sex, as you started clenching around his cock. 

"Daddy," you whimpered, unable to slow down your building orgasm.

"I'm your Daddy," he growled. "Just me. You're so fucking hot, you know that? Sinful looking. Can't leave you alone for a goddamn second."

"Ohhh," you keened, getting louder for him. He did nothing to stop you.

His words just made you clench harder as he said, "Every guy in that bar wishes he was me right now. Dying to be buried in this tight pussy. They all wanna look at you and touch you, but you're mine." He fucked you harder as he softly said, "You're my Princess." 

"Oh!" you gasped, cumming on his cock as he continued to fuck you until you were a moaning, writhing mess. Your legs were shaking, and you felt like you had just wet yourself, but Bradley kept going. He didn't stop until he filled you up with his cum and let it drip down your legs. Then he spun you around and kissed your lips so softly as you leaned back against the door, your head swimming with satiated pleasure. 

Bradley's hot cum cooled on your inner thighs, sending a chill through your body. He took his time pulling your jeans back up, and then he was helping you onto the passenger seat with the promise that he'd take care of you again when he got you home and sent Amelia away for the night. And the thing was, you'd definitely let him keep that promise.

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When Bradley woke up to an empty bed and a quiet house on Saturday morning, he was instantly alert. He'd slept in, and something didn't feel right. He jumped out of bed, and when he rushed to Noah's bedroom door, he found his son's room was empty. 

"Noah? Princess?" he called out, continuing to the kitchen in just his underwear. 

"Hi, Daddy," Noah said, looking up at him and spilling a forkful of scrambled egg onto the floor. Bradley contemplated getting a dog just to clean up the food messes Noah made, but a pet would only be something else he had to worry about when he was deployed. 

"Hi, Daddy," you echoed from the seat across the table. You had your kid friendly playlist going, and you were reading from one of your textbooks, but you glanced up at him and smiled. You looked tired, and now Bradley felt bad for keeping you up half the night with his cock buried inside you. The Hard Deck had been a massive wakeup call for him. He was going to have to work hard to keep you. That much was obvious now. But you also needed the rest of the weekend to get yourself organized, and that was something he could help with. 

He kissed Noah's forehead and then yours. "You want some coffee?" he asked you softly, and you nodded in response. He would take care of anything you needed, but he knew you wouldn't let him provide for you. Hell, you hadn't given him a real answer about moving in here, even though he'd asked and dropped hints. He wanted you here all the time. He couldn't stop thinking about what it might be like to get you pregnant ever since the idea was planted in his head on Wednesday. 

As he worked the coffee maker to get you a vanilla latte just the way you liked it, he watched you cut some of the fruit in Noah's bowl into smaller pieces. And when Noah climbed into your lap, you didn't make a fuss that he was interrupting you. 

"I'll take him out for the day, maybe do some grocery shopping while you work," he told you, his tone apologetic. "And then tonight, after bedtime, I'm all yours, Princess. We'll get everything done."

You kissed Noah's cheek and said, "I made you a grocery list. We're almost out of Skittles already. You boys can go to the store while you're out, and then I'll make dinner later."

Bradley wanted to protest, he really did, but he also wanted to eat one of your homemade dinners. So he got Noah dressed for the day and took him to the playground and then on a nature walk and then to the grocery store. He kept him out of your hair for hours and hours, and when he got home that afternoon, he carried a napping Noah into his bed. 

You were sitting at the kitchen table wearing Bradley's gray sweatpants and one of his shirts, and you were typing away on his computer. He found himself entranced by your purple nail polish and calm exterior. He didn't disrupt you while he unpacked the groceries, he just set one of the many bags of Skittles he purchased on the table next to you. "Love you," he whispered, and you looked up at him with a little smirk as you opened your snack of choice. "You don't even have to share that bag with me."

"Thanks, Daddy." And that was all you said to him until you stood up and stretched a few hours later and started to make spaghetti and meatballs for dinner, because Noah started bugging about it.

"Let's give Princess a break, Bub. I'll make the ants on the logs today, and you can help me." It took Bradley just as long to cut up the carrots and spread the peanut butter as it did for you to make an actual meal, but as he watched Noah decorate them with raisins, Bradley felt a certain level of accomplishment. 

He knew how to cook now, kind of. He could make healthy snacks that Noah actually liked, sort of. And most importantly, he had managed to start a relationship with a woman who not only loved him, but loved his son as well. 

"Here you go," you announced, setting plates of dinner down in front of both of them. 

"Yay!" Noah cheered, and Bradley had to stop him from reaching for the hot food. 

"Listen," Bradley said between bites of food. "Early bedtime tonight after a nice bath. And then tomorrow night we'll have a family movie night. We can go to the theater that serves dinner at your seat so we don't have to cook anything here."

"But that place is expensive," you protested. "And I still have to finish studying for my final on Monday."

"We'll study tonight," Bradley promised. "And the fancy movie theater isn't too expensive for my family."

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You insisted on being the one to put Noah in bed when he finished his bath. After working for twelve hours straight on school assignments, you needed a little break, and some hugs from Noah really did the trick. 

Once he was tucked in, you knew you needed to study for your anatomy final, but all you wanted was a glass of wine and a hot shower with your hot boyfriend. You found him in the living room, rooting through the drawers underneath the stereo system that must have belonged to his parents. 

"Oh my goodness," you teased, gasping as he looked up at you. "Are those cassette tapes? Are you sure you're only thirty six?"

He rolled his eyes and got to his feet, pulling you toward the couch. "Almost thirty seven, actually. You know, I was going to play something I thought you might like while we study, but nevermind."

"Wait, I take it back, I take it back!" you protested, wrapping your arms around his neck. "Play it for me. Please?"

"Fine," he groaned, running his hands down your sides and bending to kiss you. "But only because I'm in a good mood." Then he started to play the tape, and you noticed that he already had your textbook and a fresh bag of Skittles waiting on the couch. 

"Thanks for doing this," you whispered, watching as he settled down and patted his thigh.

"Come here," he coaxed as the mellow rock music played softly, and you were surprised to find you knew the band. "I like studying with you," he said with a grin as you settled onto his lap, straddling his thighs. 

As he tore open the bag of Skittles, you reminded him, "I'll be looking for a job soon. No more studying."

"Gotta make this count then," he replied, pulling a red Skittle out and feeding it to you. "Fifty percent of the Skittles are mine. You can earn your share by answering questions correctly from your study guide." 

You scoffed and ran your fingers through his hair. "I should get a more generous share of the goods tonight. As a reward for all my hard work."

He grunted and rolled his eyes. "Fine. You can have sixty percent. But just for tonight. Tomorrow we go back to a fifty/fifty split."

"Deal," you whispered, kissing his lips. 

And it was all so gentle, the way Bradley fed you a yellow Skittle and then a purple one as he went down the study guide, his thumb rubbing soft circles against your thigh through the gray sweatpants. Anytime you needed an extra minute to consider your answer, you pulled your fingers through his hair and down his neck as you contemplated. 

"You know this one, Princess. I know you do."

Every time he encouraged you, giving your hip a little squeeze, you got the right answer. And then you got a Skittle. And then you got a kiss. 

"Will you come with me to my exam on Monday morning?" you asked him softly, your head coming to rest on his shoulder once the candy was all eaten. "I don't think I can do it without you there."

He kissed your forehead and held you close. "Sure you can, Baby. You'll ace it. Besides, I have to meet with Tracy and get everything settled. You don't need me at all."

But that was a lie. You did need him. You needed him. And Noah. "I do," you whispered, your lips brushing his neck. "I need you, Bradley." 

"You already have me."

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Cyclone, you dirty dog. Inching closer to this deployment. Hope you enjoy your fic, @beyondthesefourwalls And thank you @mak-32 !

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Could I request Malleus, Kalim, Vil, Ace, and Jamil with an s/o telling them they're the best thing to have ever blessed her eyes?

A/N: ’M GONNA CRY I LOVE THIS SM 😭♥︎ I have a 3-4 characters limit though so I had to take out Vil and Jamil as I didn’t have time 😔 maybe I’ll add a pt.2 in the future with the two in it! I hope you like it!

Got me Lovestruck

☆Staring☆: Ace Trappola, Malleus Draconia, and Kalim Al Asim

Synopsis: Their reaction to Fem!Reader suddenly saying they’re ‘the best things to ever bless her eyes’

Warnings: Tooth rooting fluff, I don’t proofread my shit so prolly grammatical errors, missing words, etc. I’m sorry💀💀💀

Ace Trappola

You two were doing your usual trouble causing habits, only to be caught by one of the teachers and get sent to detention. “I cant believe we have to write a 500 word essay about why we shouldn’t balance stuff on top of sleeping people’s heads….” Ace groaned quite heavily slamming his head down his desk.

“Like, it’s not OUR fault they fell asleep where we are! That should be an unspoken rule! ‘never fall asleep around Ace or Y/n’ right???” He turned to look at you with a frown as his head still laid there, you giggle at your boyfriend’s frustration and reached over to play with his hair in attempt to calm him down from his tantrum.

After awhile he stopped ranting and just doodle on the paper near where his face rested on his desk, pouting but enjoying the feeling of your hands running through his hair. You found yourself chuckling at the boy’s expression, you always found it endearing how he made you laugh at any given situation…it was one of the reasons why you fell for him…

“Ace you’re one of the best things to ever bless my eyes y’know that?” You blurted out, a soft smile plastered on your face as you looked at him. Needless to say he stopped whatever nonsense he was doing and looked right back at you. Eyes widened and shocked from the sudden confession you’ve made.

Cue Microsoft shut down sound

Wouldn’t know how to react, like his heart is pounding and wants to kiss you right then and there but also a nervous wreck

All his ‘rizz’ that he’d usually brag about would be flushed down the drain, and he has now downgraded into a flustered speechless boy.

When you notice he was acting like a deer caught in headlights, you leaned in and pecked his forehead to bring him back to reality.

He wanted to melt, that’s what he felt like. He pulled you closer to him by the waist and just buried himself in your embrace.

You’d tease him but let him do that until his brain starts running again and is able to produce words.

Once he’s up and running again he’d gather enough courage to leave soft kisses on your collarbone as he’s still too red to kiss your face.

“I fucking love you, I cant- I don’t even- Ughhhh see??? this is what you do to me?? Oh my gosh…”

Malleus Draconia

You two were out on your nightly walks again and he’s going on a tangent about gargoyles while holding on to your hand, you listened and probably know what he’s talking about already due to countless times he’s mention this subject to you whenever it sparks up in your conversations.

Still you listened to him fondly, showing interest to his likings aswell, occasionally you’d ask him questions, and he’d elaborate. You loved how enthusiastic he was when he talks about the things that he likes, the hobbies he does, or anything at all if your being honest.

The horned fae’s voice was like that song you’ll never get tired of, suddenly a question from him cuts you off your train of thought “aren’t they the greatest creatures to bless this earth my dear?” He asks you. “I beg to differ” you protested, he was shocked as you always agreed with him on this, “oh? well then please do” he offers, awaiting for your argument. He was always up for a friendly debate.

You smiled up at him, “They’re not the greatest thing to ever bless MY eyes…because that would be you, my prince” and lifted up his hands to plant a small kiss on his knuckles. “And my opinion wont be swayed so don’t even try tsunotaro” you grinned at him. Suddenly though…your lover stopped walking.

He hears church bells ringing lol

He’d passionately but gently give you a kiss, you’d have to be the one who pulls away frist because this man isn’t stopping 🥹

He was already asking DEMANDING you marry him and ‘no’ isn’t an option. Already has your whole life with him planned in his head.

You’d giggle at his sudden statement and he explains to you that he wasn’t joking. You’d assure him that you knew he wasn’t but ‘not now’

He frowns, but understands and doesn’t push you any further (for now at least) He couldn’t leave you that night, so he stayed over and slept beside you. Coddling you with affection

Would be thinking about what you said to him everyday and smiling, he’d set the whole world on fire if you wanted him to, no questions asked.

After that day he’d keep asking ‘when’ you were going to marry him. And would be stuck to you like glue.

“Malleus…this isn’t your class” “I understand sir Trein but I simply cannot leave my wife…” “WIFE?!?!” “EXCUSE ME??!” “Mal go to your class”

Kalim Al Asim

You two were just hanging out in Scarabia, he was simply laying on your chest, content as he watched vidoes on his phone. These were the days where it was peaceful, the only sounds that were heard were birds chirping and occasionally small talk from the two of you.

Kalim was busying himself with the content his phone provided, making little noises like gasps or laughs from time to time. You just watched him, as his expression changes, finding yourself laughing aswell because you thought he was cute.

He’d look up at you from his phone and ask what you found amusing but you’d tell him that it was nothing and he’d just go back to doing what he was doing. This went on for awhile until he puts down his phone and looks up at you with a pout, “What?? You’ve been laughing since earlier, is there something on my face?…” he whines, climbing up the cushion to meet your eyes and lays down beside you.

You nod, so he starts wiping his face with his hands you only respond with a laugh again, slowly you took his hands off his face and replaces them with yours, “What? What’s on my face?“ he asks, “The best thing to ever bless my eyes” you answered and gave him a kiss. You swore you saw his pupils dilate.

Would cry 💀💀💀 no seriously he’d start tearing up.

You notice this and ask what was wrong, finding it a bit funny that your boyfriend just starts crying for no reason.

He’d burry his face in your chest sobbing, hands wrapped tightly on your waist, mumbling little I love you’s

You laugh at him for this as you thought it was adorable, you peppered him with kisses to make him stop crying.

When you ask him again he’d just say that he loves you so much that’s why he started crying. And once again burry himself in your warmth.

Would rub hearts on your back and leave kisses on your neck sometimes. When you end up falling asleep first he’d watch you sleep and tell you how much you mean to him.

Would always remind you that he loves you everyday from then on. Like ALL THE TIME, you have to tell him to stop sometimes ‘cuz it comes at the most RANDOM of hours.

“Y/n….?” “Hm???” “I love you okay? Very much…” “love it’s 3 in the morning” “I know, I just wanted to tell you that, go back to sleep now, I love you” “Hm…I love you too..” “I love you more-“ “Kalim…”

#twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland x reader #twisted wonderland x mc #twisted wonderland headcanons #twst x reader #twisted wonderland x yuu #twisted wonderland reaction #twst x mc #twst x yuu #malleus draconia #malleus x reader #ace trappola #ace trapolla x reader #kalim al asim #kalim al asim x reader

[merakiui]

Stepson! Floyd with accidentaly pregnancy 😭

Like imagine he thinks you can't have children anymore due to the age gap so he would just happily stuff you full every tike he visits. But then in the next weeks, you start to feel sick and all the symptoms start to appear <3

AAAAAA OTL and you don’t say anything to him about it at first because you really don’t want to believe it. Perhaps it’s a testament to Floyd’s determination to tie himself to you forever—that and his virility. ;;; you’re sluggish in the mornings and when Floyd visits you’re still resting in bed, feeling so sick and sleepy. Floyd’s immediately concerned; if he didn’t have a key to the home (which is more like a looming estate to outsiders. But hey. Home, sweet home.), he’d have kicked the door down when you neglected to answer on the first knock. He's all over you, insisting he help you to the doctor. You tell him it's fine; you'll handle it and if not there are servants employed to help out when needed. Floyd, cutest sweetheart that he is at twenty-nine years old, pouts at you. He's just worried about his mama. He hates seeing you like this. It makes him feel so anxious.

Floyd tries to move back in so he'll be here to look after you, but his pops won't have any of it. The two of them are volatile about the entire thing, hackles raising when he says, "I'll look after my wife. You just focus on yourself, Floyd." And Floyd retorts with an icy, snarling, "Yeah? Well, I'm gonna look after my mama."

Even though you're so fatigued, you manage to sit up enough to scold the both of them. And, though they look like they're two seconds apart from tearing into the other, they listen. You tell Floyd to go home and he tries to protest—this is his home, too—but you give him that stern look many mothers are notorious for and he immediately shuts up. He's pissed about the entire thing the following morning, complaining about it to Ace and Jamil when the three of them get together for breakfast. Ace really doesn't understand it; Jamil does, but he's not about to call Floyd a motherfucker (literally) to his face and risk the consequences that will soon follow.

Jade, slippery, all-knowing Jade, suspects it. Floyd and their father are alike in more ways than one, even if Floyd will never admit to being anything like his old man. He's stubborn like that. But the both of them, though sharply intelligent when the situation calls for it, can be incredibly, obnoxiously dense. Jade knows it's not a joke either; they genuinely have no clue and have yet to catch on.

He visits on days when Floyd and his father aren't around so that he can fawn over you in his own ways, making note of the obvious while you're too bedridden to brush his observations away. He helps you to the bathroom when you need to vomit or pee, standing in the doorway so patiently. You try to shut the door, valuing privacy and dignity and everything in between; he stops it from closing with his foot, his head tilted curiously. The unspoken is illustrated clearly in his actions: Don't shut me out, Mother.

He half-expects you to confide in him because he's Jade—responsible, logical, problem-solving Jade. And you do. When he serves you lunch in bed and you try to keep something—anything—down, he rubs your back soothingly and the admission just tumbles free.

"Jade, honey, I think I'm pregnant."

And he smiles, but it doesn't reach his eyes. "I know, Mother."

Floyd always knows how to take the best things from him. Although that's partially Jade's fault. Everyone's always indulged Floyd; even Jade's guilty of it. It was Floyd who'd get the bigger half of something when it was split between the two of them. It was Floyd who was set to inherit the family business from day one. It was Floyd who got to kiss you on the mouth first. It was Floyd who fucked you first when Jade was out of the country on a business trip. And now it's Floyd who's knocked you up.

Jade's not jealous. If he was jealous, he'd feel as if he was losing his place as your stepson. And he's not. You love Jade as much as you love Floyd (granted, not in the way he loves you, but he can settle for familial for now). But he is envious, sickly so.

Because who else? Who else could possibly knock you up even when you're supposedly too old to be able to have kids?

#twisted chit chat #tw: stepcest #tw: pregnancy

[starlazergazer]

I’ll Make it up to You

Pairing: Anakin x reader

Request: Can you do a fic where Anakin and the reader get into a fight and he says something bad or man and gravels after?

Warnings: Just Anakin being mean

Word count: 5.5K

A/N: I was so excited to write this one!! Thanks to the lovely @katebushesbush for requesting I hope this is something similar to what you were thinking and enjoy it, than you so much for your kind words!!

You had to admit just seeing him smile back at you, even through hologram, made you feel better. And you hated yourself for it. Because you didn’t deserve to feel better, because you had left your clone captain behind. Not by choice of course, but ultimately did that matter? The effect was still the same.

“Hey are you even listening?” Anakin’s amused voice snapped you out of your thoughts prompting a tired groan to slip past your lips.

“I’m sorry Ani”

“Don’t be” He chuckled, “tell me what’s going on”

“It’s Ace” you dropped your head into your hands defeatedly “Last mission he was captured”

“Captured?” You watched Anakin slip into mission mode, his posture straitening and his arms coming up to cross over his chest “so he’s still alive?”

You nodded in response, drawing your knees up to your chest as you rested your back against the wall, sitting on the floor of your room “They transmitted a recording…offering his life for mine”

Anakin’s jaw visibly clenched at this, his hands balling into fists as he huffed angerly “Of course they did”

“Yeah” you sighed softly, resting your head back against the wall, refusing to say what you were sure Anakin could see coming.

“No”

That was all he said, admittedly all he had to say. His voice had dropped an octave, his gaze darkening as he stared back at you and even though he was planets away it was as if he had caused the temperature in your own room to drop.

“Anakin it’s my fault he is there”

“It doesn’t matter” Anakin was quick, his voice coming out restrained and quiet as he tried to keep himself under control.

“It does!” you protested “They’re torturing him”

“And you’re just going to what? take his place?” He asked, bits of venom dripping off his words.

“I can get him out”

Anakin froze on the spot, you could see him try and bite down the first words to spring forth, to think through what he wanted to say before he said it “You want to go and rescue him?”

“Of course I do!” You exclaimed

Anakin shook his head with an exasperated eye roll, pinching the bridge of his nose in exasperation before squaring his shoulders once again with a deep breath “and what does the council say?”

You rolled your eyes back in response “since when have you been one to listen to the council?”

“Since it meant you weren’t running blindly into what is so clearly a trap!” He let his voice rise just a little too loud this time, rapping on a nearby metal door making him run an anxious hand through his hair as he swore beneath his breath “Look just don’t do anything until I get back”

“He’s being tortured Ani” You had hoped the nickname would lend you some help in persuading him, using a pleading tone as well, pulling out of trick you could. But of course it had no effect.

The knocking sounded again on his end, vaguely you could hear Obi-wan call his name eliciting another string of swear words “I mean it Y/N do not do anything without me, I’ll be back in just a few days”

Admittedly you had never been one to say no to Anakin, and he was hardly one to ask for a lot. But as they say: desperate times…

“Duty calls”

Anakin shook his head at you, his gaze snapping back towards the knocking sound before snapping desperately back to you “Please Y/N”

And that was all he said before hanging up, leaving you alone on the floor of your room.

A knock on your own door sounded and slowly you stood to answer it, a clone trooper in armor standing on the other side.

“Are you ready to go general?”

You nodded.

-

Normally the ride home was the easy part. It was the promise of a full night’s sleep, the end of threats to your life, a sense of accomplishment if you were lucky.

And this time you were. Admittedly the mission had gone far from smooth, but everyone was still alive, most having sustained only minor injuries at worst, and Ace was back. And ultimately that was all that mattered.

You had a funny feeling that wasn’t how Anakin was going to see it.

And precisely because of that you felt worse now that you were landing than when you had taken off.

So it was with hesitant steps that you descended the ramp, doing so last in all attempts to delay the inevitable.

And even from across the hanger your eyes met his immediately. At first his were wide and panicked causing you to mentally chastise yourself for exiting last, the anxiety you must have forced on him to have to wait to see if you were okay. But then his expression changed to one of pure relief, his shoulders slumping ever so slightly as he seemed to relax upon being able to fully take in your physical state. And for a brief moment your heart swelled, hope rose within you that maybe this wouldn’t be a fight, that maybe he would just be happy that you were alive.

But of course this was Anakin Skywalker you were talking about.

In a fraction of a second his whole expression had hardened, his arms had tightened over his chest as every muscle in his body seemed to tense. Wordlessly he gestured with his head towards the nearby hallway before disappearing down it himself, clearly intending for you to follow him.

“You know I may actually be on his side with this one” Ace’s voice from over your shoulder surprised you, spinning around to meet the familiar clones eyes “you shouldn’t have come after me”

You just shook your head in response, crossing your own arms over your chest before he continued “but I sure am glad you did”

You turned back to stare at the spot Anakin had once occupied, “I’m not going to apologize for rescuing you, I still say it was the right call”

Ace was silent behind you for a moment before placing a comforting hand on your shoulder and giving it a soft squeeze “thank you general”

-

You knew exactly where Anakin would want to meet. It was a mostly empty storage room the two of you had found ages ago, the perfect spot to waste time as you hid from your masters back in your padawan days. Never before had you struggled so much to cross its threshold.

You knew Anakin could feel you on the other side of the door as you just stood there trying to calm yourself.

Because there was of course panic that was rising within you. Anakin was your best friend, has been since you were both younglings, and you always hated when you fought. But another emotion was also stirring in your chest: anger.

Because ultimately was it fair for Anakin to be mad at you? You did not owe him anything he was in no way involved in any part of Ace’s capture and escape so what right did he have to demand you sit around and wait for him. You were perfectly capable of rescuing him yourself.

But anger was not good right now, anger was not how you approach an angry Anakin, you cannot fight fire with fire.

So with a deep breath you pushed everything down and entered the room, coming immediately face to face with a very pissed off Anakin Skywalker.

He was silent for a moment, silent for perhaps too long, as he stared down at you, and it was all you could do to try and not shrink under his gaze. Doing your best to maintain eye contact.

“I asked you to wait”

His voice was clipped and restrained, disappointment and anger seeping into every word.

“I know”

You could hear your own heartbeat echo in your ears, forcing deep breaths.

“You know?” He dragged it out as a question, practically spitting the words back at you “then what are you doing getting off a ship with Captain Ace?”

“I couldn’t just leave him”

“A few days” Anakin practically cut you off with a shout “I asked for a few days that’s it”

“I am not your padawan” You were shouting before you could think to stop, sick of worrying what Anakin would think, sick of worrying about this fight, sick of having to consider Anakin’s feelings in a decision that objectively did not involve him. “You do not get to order me around as if I were”

“I do not ask you to wait because I think I can order you around” He was quick to return your energy, the hushed closed-door fight rapidly escalating to a screaming match “I ask you to wait because you cannot handle rushing into traps such as that on your own”

You physically recoiled at his words. Sure you knew he was angry for you having put your life in danger like that but to tell you he didn’t think you could handle it without him, that had to be crossing some sort of line. Your voice dropped back to a near whisper suddenly feeling yourself grow quiet and defensive “I got him back”

“This time!” Anakin’s voice was still at a shout as he put special emphasis on his words. His chest rising and falling rapidly with angry breaths as he stared down at you before turning his back to start pacing, anxious hands running through his hair as he did so.

“I am so sick of watching you make stupid decision after stupid decision to put your life in danger, to put your clone troopers lives at stake because you think you’re a better Jedi than you are”

You froze on the spot, your mouth hanging open slightly as you watched Anakin continue to pace, continue to mumble angrily to himself, continue on with the fight without noticing you were no longer really a part of it.

You had never been so caught of guard before. That was truly the best way to describe how you felt in this moment. You and Anakin had had fights before, he has been angry with you before for one thing or another, but never had he brought it to such a personal place before, and you had no idea what to do next.

You didn’t feel angry anymore, you didn’t feel scared anymore, all you felt was numb.

Anakin continued to pace before you, continued to rant but the ringing in your ears had long drowned out whatever he was saying.

And quite frankly you were tired of listening to him.

-

Anakin paced furiously back and forth but he could feel that his anger had come to an apex, could feel himself start to calm down with every trip back and forth across the room, with every sentence to pass his lips without thinking.

“You can’t keep treating your life as if it doesn’t matter”

His words had lost nearly all bite at this point his tone much more somber now than anything else.

“Because it does matter, and if it doesn’t matter to you then it matters to me okay?”

He’d finally finished, finally come full circle on his anger, finally the lid was back on the pot and he could really talk about why you walking into a trap by yourself bothered him so much.

He turned back to you, ready to face whatever wrath you had only to be faced with an empty space.

Curiously he scanned the rest of the small room, hesitantly calling your name as if you were going to pop out behind the one rack pushed up against the wall.

But he was alone, you had just left without saying anything which was unlike you. You knew Anakin struggled to contain his anger, knew he often blew up before being able to have an actual conversation, and never before had you wordlessly left as a result of it.

And it wasn’t till then that the full weight of Anakin’s own words hit him.

He couldn’t have really said that, could he?

Sure he was angry, he was downright furious, but he didn’t even think what he had said was true. He knew you were an excellent Jedi, you were about the only person at this point who could come close to beating him in a lightsaber battle, your connection to the force was unmatched and you were an excellent leader. So why had he said otherwise?

Because he wanted to hurt you.

That was what it came down to. Because you had hurt him.

The panic he had felt when he landed with Obi-wan, ready to see you once again and plan Ace’s rescue only to find out that you were gone, that you had played willingly right into the separatists’ hands, that he might never see you again.

And like usual he reacted in anger, wanting to hurt you has much as you had hurt him.

But at least you had a good reason to do so, he knows he would have done the same for Rex.

What reason did he have?

-

You really didn’t want to be here.

Sure that was usually true with these debriefing meetings but today it was especially true today.

You hadn’t gotten much sleep last night, and by much you meant any.

Anakin’s words were replaying over and over in your mind

you think you’re a better Jedi than you are

Was that true? Sure you thought you were okay with a lightsaber, but also you could hardly ever manage to beat Anakin. Your connection to the force was okay, you could always get what you needed to do done but was that enough? Did others have more? And that was before you even got started on your skills as a general. You had lost Ace. Even if you got him back it was your fault he was captured in the first place.

The entire room seemed to pause when Anakin walked in, him and Obi-wan sharing a small nod before Obi-wan went back to his debrief, before Anakin’s head turned to make eye contact with you.

You had never wanted to be able to disappear on the spot more.

You stared back at him blankly, refusing to show him any emotion, truthfully not having the energy to.

Maker you needed a nap.

You turned your attention back to the hologram in the center, ignoring him as he made a beeline for your side, ignoring him as he stood just a little too close.

His closeness had never bothered you before, though it was hard to miss. The way he stood or sat right next to you, his knee softly bumping yours, a hand falling naturally to your shoulder, it was the kind of closeness you had come to expect of him. But right now you couldn’t stand it.

You felt like you were drowning in his presence, unable to focus on anything but him. Your mind was a sea of every negative thought you had every had about yourself. Every doubt, every fear was rising to the surface and you struggled to breathe around them.

In the past Anakin had been the person to keep them at bay, a calm, subtle assurance that you were okay, that you were doing a good job, that you deserved to be there. Now he was the very person bringing them on.

“Hey are you okay?”

His soft words broke you out of your trance and suddenly you realized the meeting was over, everyone had broken into their own smaller groups for discussion.

And then you were looking up at Anakin who looked back down at you with such concern in his eyes that you almost believed him.

But then his words were echoing back through your head.

“Yeah I-uh”

His frown deepened as you stuttered through a response, his hand coming up to touch your arm and almost on instinct you stepped back. Reacted before your tired mind could even catch up.

And then his hand was frozen in midair, inches away from where your arm used to be. And he looked down at you with confusion and hurt and it was entirely too much.

“Y/N-“

“Don’t” You cut him off and you could hear the wobble in your voice as you fought so hard to keep it at bay.

You had to get out.

“Y/N please just let me-“

You cut him off again “Anakin don’t I just-I can’t do this right now”

“that’s okay” he was quick to assure you “I just-“

And still he tried to talk to you, even after you told him you couldn’t handle this right now. You searched desperately around the room, catching Obi-wan’s figure just before he was about to disappear through the doorway. “Master Obi-wan”

He spun around, pausing on the spot to face you, and your mind scrambled to come up with an excuse “I-uh-I have a question if you don’t mind”

The master’s eyebrows drew in confusion as his eyes bounced back and forth between yours and Anakin’s forms as he started to approach “of course not”

“No” You quickly stopped him, all but extracting yourself from Anakin as you walked back towards Obi-wan “that’s okay let’s walk and talk”

He sent a look back to his former padawan, clearly reading further into what was going on than you would really like but right now that didn’t matter, right now you just needed to get out.

And luckily Obi-wan happily obliged, nodding for you to exit through the entryway and following you through.

And once again you left Anakin alone, a hand still floating in midair before him.

-

You were right when you said you just needed a nap. Or maybe a full night’s sleep.

Nevertheless, you had to admit you felt much better than yesterday. But also you admit you still felt the need to clear your head. So naturally you sat beneath a tree on a grassy patch, legs folded beneath you as you meditated. And your thoughts, despite your best efforts, never strayed far from a certain Skywalker.

Parts of you were already jumping to his defense. His anger was something he had struggled with since you were both younglings and he wasn’t above saying anything he could to make the other person just as mad as he was.

But did that excuse him?

What he had said had struck deep into every insecurity you’ve ever had about being a Jedi. More than ever before Anakin had hurt you. That wasn’t just something you could make go away with a simple apology.

But you hadn’t really given him the chance to do so either.

You had almost missed his approach, so lost in your own thoughts, though your force sense reached out for his almost instinctively as he got close. And you let it.

He sat down next to you, careful to keep more of a distance than he would normally, and crossed his own legs joining you wordlessly in meditation.

And a part of you appreciated this more than anything else.

You could feel him wanting to say something, feel his eagerness to apologize, but right now that still wasn’t what you wanted. As if in contradiction to yourself what you wanted was just him. As if him simply existing next to you served as a reminder for why you were such good friends in the first place, why you truly wanted him in your life faults and all.

And yet on the same note you needed him to speak.

“It’s okay if you still aren’t ready to talk” His voice was slow and calm, of an almost rehearsed quality “you can tell me to stop at any point and I will listen”

Instead you stayed quiet, kept your eyes closed, accepting how childish you were being in refusing to acknowledge his pretense. Afterall, he deserved it.

Anakin took your silence as an invitation to continue “I just want you to know how truly, deeply sorry I am for what I said” he paused with a deep breath “those words came from a place of anger and fear and in no way reflect what I really think”

You let the silence that followed his words hang in the air, let Anakin choke for a little on the noose of his own making before speaking. “So how many times did you practice that in the mirror before coming to find me?”

There was a stunned silence that held for a brief moment before a relieved chuckle sounded, Anakin letting out a sigh as he looked back over to you. “More than I am willing to admit”

You let a small smile linger on your lips but gave him no more than that. Your gaze sat fixed on the ground in front of you, your posture remained rigid from where you sat, as you prepared yourself for what you were going to say next.

“What you said hurt me…really hurt me” You paused briefly, giving yourself a chance to collect your nerves “what you said spoke to every fear and every insecurity I have about my own performance. Every fear and insecurity that you used to dispel. So to hear that very person voice them as if it were fact” you could feel yourself start to spiral, feel the words coming out faster and faster as you continued to talk and you forced yourself to stop, “It hurt Ani”

Anakin could feel his chest caving in, could feel the shame and guilt wash over him as he listened to you talk, listen to how the words he had so carelessly thrown out had affected you. “I know” He sighed heavily, putting his face in his hands “I know and I’m sorry but Y/N, you have to know that it isn’t true”

“Then why would you say it?” At this you whirled around to face him, your voice coming out harsher than it had this whole conversation.

But at this Anakin had to hide his own gaze, had to break eye contact with you. He couldn’t look into your eyes as he admitted it “Because I was angry…because I wanted to hurt you like you had hurt me”

“hurt you?” You basically growled out, and you could feel the anger again start to build within you “I know I didn’t listen to you but come on Anakin, doesn’t that feel a little dramatic”

“It’s not just that” He defended “It’s-“ and he hesitated.

And you were tired of the anger, tired of the excuses, tired of having this same conversation over again.

“Look” You cut him off, standing to your feet “I’m on teacher duty for the unsanctioned mission to get Ace, I’ve got to go”

“Oh, okay” Anakin was quick to stand to his feet as well “Can I walk you there?”

“No” The word came out quick, before you could even think, much harsher than intended.

So you took a deep breath and fully turned to him, “Look I’m just- I’m tired of this Ani. I’m tired of being mad at you, I’m tired of having the same conversation over and over again, I’m just tired”

“I know” Anakin was quick to come back before you could turn away from him, hesitantly walking towards you “I know, I screwed up and I keep screwing up so let me make it up to you. I will make it up to you.”

You looked back at him unbelievingly, but he just nodded back with a small smile.

“So I’ll see you after class yeah?”

And despite everything you had to smile back at him, even if it was just in the corners of your lips.

“Okay”

-

“Alright does everyone have a practice stick?” You called out, watching as fifteen different wooden sticks were raised into the air in response. Fifteen wooden sticks and one familiar hand “You’ve still got a few years before you get to try it with a lightsaber Tommy” the hand was slowly lowered in response.

“Alright everyone spread out” you commanded with a chuckle “we’re going to practice stances before we spar and I don’t want you hitting anyone yet”

A collective groan sounded from the class before you and you rolled your eyes dramatically “I know I know but you all have to have these down before you can move on. Okay?”

You watched as obediently the class spread out, each kid dropping into a fighting stance just as they had practiced a hundred times before, ready to go through the steps, when a new presence in the door interrupted.

The kids erupted into a series of excited whispers and you followed their gazes to a sheepish Anakin Skywalker standing in the doorway.

“Jedi Skywalker what are you doing here?” You asked him with drawn brows.

“I’m your dummy” he answered quickly prompting the class to erupt in giggles.

“I-uh” You hesitated, looking back at the class confusedly though the younglings were all huddled together in a mass in the center once again, eyes bouncing between you and Anakin.

“Your practice dummy” Anakin clarified with a goofy smile “I heard we were doing lightsaber moves”

The kids all shouted excitedly; they were all a sucker for the cool older Skywalker. You on the other hand just raised an eyebrow at Anakin, silently asking him if he was sure.

Anakin just nodded eagerly in response, making a show to stand rigidly in front of you “its way better to practice on something other than air”

At this you turned back to the class with a mischievous smile “well okay then”

You took a few steps backwards from Anakin and lifted your own practice stick. “Move one we go for the leg” and you showed them a simple sweep towards Anakin’s shins, and though you pulled the hit quite a bit you had to admit the small whack you gave him in the side of his calf gave you a lot of pleasure.

“Then the torso” You followed with a small spin before hitting him softly in the side, Anakin giving a dramatic groan for the classes effect that had them laughing.

“Alright” you cast Anakin a wicked grin “who wants to go next?”

Fifteen hands shot up into the air.

-

You found Anakin afterwards in the same spot you had left him before class, strewn out on his back in the grass, eyes closed as he faced the sun.

Wordlessly you tossed him the ice pack you had brought him and though he had no reason to know you were there he caught it effortlessly.

He opened his eyes to inspect what you had thrown him before laughing, siting up with a soft groan “thanks”

You sat down next to him with a small smile, watching him apply the ice pack to his shins knowing the younglings went more for the body part they could more easily reach.

“You know I don’t think that is a lesson they will soon forget”

“Yeah me neither” Anakin responded with a soft chuckle, eliciting one from you in response.

“So was that making it up to me?”

“Oh no” he responded quickly with a wink “that was just phase one”

You had to laugh at that, enjoying how much easier it all seemed now, enjoying the lightness in your chest you hadn’t felt in days.

“I’m sorry I’ve been snapping at you recently”

“No I deserved it” Anakin replied with a shake of his head “what I said was horrible and I want to truly earn your forgiveness, and if that means you snapping at me for being an idiot or getting beat up by a bunch of 8 year olds then so be it”

You played with grass nervously in your hands as you smiled at his words. Appreciating the feeling of being free to feel however you felt without guilt. And though a part of you was ashamed to admit it you knew what you had to ask next.

“Do you really not think I’m a bad Jedi?”

His hand was on your shoulder almost instinctually and you could feel him hesitate seconds after he had done it, so you reached up and put your hand on top of his before he could pull back.

So instead he doubled down, squeezing your shoulder before pulling softly to get you to face him, forcing your gaze to his “I have never once thought that”

And you took a moment to really look back at him, staring into his eyes checking for any hint of hesitation, of deception, and found none.

As you knew you would.

Because this was Anakin, and for better or worse he was always there for you, maybe sometimes you just needed to be reminded of that.

“Yeah” You all but whispered, breaking eye contact and turning back away from him “yeah I know”

Anakin dropped his hand from you shoulder, letting you turn away from him, prepping himself for what was to come next. “I said it because I was angry, because I knew it would hurt you, hurt you as much as-“

“as much as I hurt you” you finished for him with a shake of your head, whirling back around to face him “I don’t get it. This was my choice, about my commander, about my life”

“And you’re my-“ He cut you off then froze. You sent him a puzzled look as you watched his chest rise and fall with quickened breaths, his eyes seemingly searching yours for something as he choked briefly on his next words “you’re my friend”

You drew your eyebrows together looking back at him “I don’t-”

“Your actions don’t occur in a vacuum Y/N” he sighed, eyes going down to his hands as he nervously played with a piece of grass “you know, having to hang up on you knowing that you didn’t listen to a word I said, knowing that I was half a galaxy away and couldn’t help you, couldn’t be there for you, knowing that I may never see you again. It was one of the hardest things I’ve ever had to do”

“Ani I-“

He cut you off again, still never looking up “Then to land know you weren’t on Coruscant it was like a pit growing in my stomach waiting on the bad news I could practically feel coming. Not because I doubted you in any way but because I couldn’t bring my mind from the worst case scenario”

You stayed silent, watching Anakin as he spoke, listening to him describe feelings you had never even considered in your decision to leave.

“Then your ship landed and every clone had exited the ship and for a brief moment you still weren’t there and I-“ he paused with a deep breath, dragging his eyes up to meet yours and you saw he wore a sad and defeated look, a look you did not see often on Anakin’s face “I can’t take that feeling again”

And though every part of you in that moment wanted to reach out to him, give him any sort of comfort, you knew this wasn’t over, not yet. “I don’t regret going after Ace”

“And I don’t want you to” Anakin was quick to respond “It’s just…sometimes it’s like you’re too eager to throw down your own life for the sake of others, as if you don’t value your own. I just wish you held your own life to the same esteem that you hold others’”

“That’s what a jedi is supposed to do right?” You answered softly, your voice remarkably small “sacrifice for the greater good”

“I refuse to believe any future that doesn’t include you can be any good”

A silence hung in the air between you for a moment, and for the first time in days it wasn’t an uncomfortable one, and you welcomed it gladly.

Wordlessly you scootched closer to Anakin and laid your head softly down on his shoulder and for a brief moment you felt him tense up before melting into the contact, and arm snaking around you to pull you in tighter.

“I’m sorry” you said softly into the breeze “I’m sorry for making you worry like that, I really didn’t mean to”

You could feel the deep chuckle in Anakin’s chest “No, I’m sorry. Regardless I shouldn’t have yelled at you like that”

“Or doubted my abilities for even a moment?” You prompted with a smirk sending another chuckle through Anakin.

“Or doubted your abilities for even a moment” he agreed with a soft smile “thinking back on it maybe I should’ve been worried for the separatists”

“Oh no they deserved it, nobody messes with what’s mine”

“With what’s yours huh?” You could hear the grin in his voice as he spoke “does that include me?”

“Oh absolutely” you answered quickly in mock seriousness “Obi-wan’s gonna have to watch himself he’s this close to getting drop kicked”

At this Anakin threw his head back in laughed, sending the both of you onto your backs, basking in the sunlight “I’m going to tell him you said that”

“nooo he’d beat me up”

#Anakin Skywalker #anakin x reader #anakin x you #anakin x y/n #anakin skywalker imagine #anakin imagine #anakin fic #anakin skywalker x reader #anakin skywalker fic #anakin skywalker x you #skywalker imagine #skywalker x reader #anakin skywalker x y/n #skywalker x you #star wars imagine #star wars fanfiction #star wars x you #star wars x reader #star wars x y/n

[that-one-birbie]

Hobie headcanons?

- either vegetarian or vegan (animal rights)(and yes, I am aware not all punks are vegetarian/vegan)

- makes own clothes and / or alterations from thrift clothes (fast fashion sucks) (also like the idea that Hobie knows how to sew)

- Gender Queer (like to orginal concept art)(any pronouns)

- probably knows how to play other instruments. (Drums?)

- ACAB

He doesn't have a drivers licence (he doesn't believe in a paper saying he can't or can not drive) /hj (although maybe he drives a motorcycle instead)

- despite his tough appearance, he has a heart of gold (he took in Gwen when she was homeless *Hobie himself was homeless, according to the comic's, so he knows what Gwen is going through*)( also the way he was looking out for Miles the moment he met Miles) (his friendship with pav) ect

- Always out to help the homeless (mask or no mask)

- would be friends with Spider-man noir (they are going to punch fascists together)

- don't think he would be one to use cellphones/ social media and all that)

He listens to other music genres, too (man does not have to listen to only one type of music)

- Pirates movies, music . Boycotting (but suports small business) (maybe that's why he's living on a boat. He is a pirate)

- participates in peaceful protests as spider punk to keep people safe and help giving people a voice

- Does graffiti tag with Miles sometimes, performing at pubs with Gwen, feeds stray animals with Pav

- Hobie has a pet cat, because i say so

- Ace Hobie (because I say so and because some of yall shippers scare me)

- also pan because he loves their partner regardless of gender identity

- Hobie is absolutely geniuses (I mean, he made his own watch). Although being smart enough in technical and all that, he absolutely had no interest in school ( im not sure if he really went to school? If i remember correctly, when he became homeless, he had a job as a window cleaner) *correct me if I'm wrong*

- I feel like he had a crush or a thing with Caption Anarchy (Karl morningdew)(in comics)

- knows how to use make-up and does it absolutely beautifully. He would do your makeup for you if you ask

- runway model? If say so, but he actually just crashes the runway events because, again, screw fast fashion

- loves looking after kids and helping them (yes, only because that one scene with mayday)

- doesn't buy flowers and rather gather them himself

- Does his own piercings

That's all I have for now :)

#hobie brown #spider punk #hobie #atsv #i love them #acrossthespiderverseart #spider man: across the spider verse #headcanon #hobie headcanons #across the spiderverse

[arashrita]

Hello I really love your writing and your blog. I believe we are mutuals lol. I noticed your requests are open. This is my first time requesting lol. Can you please write about the house wardens getting jealous? Thank you 🙏

A/N: Hey! Hope you are doing well! Yep, we are mutuals and I love spamming your posts haha. Thank you for requesting. Enjoy and have a good day/afternoon/night! 💜💜

HC: He is Jealous

The Fire of Envy

Why are you so fond of some other person, when he is right here? (Y/N), look at him, come on! He feels something in his heart, the fire on envy.

Or, the headcanon where the housewrdens are jealous, because their beloved prefect isn't giving them enough attention.

Housewardens

Riddle: He is scandalized by his own feelings. How can he think in such a way?! Is he a child? Still, the poor guy can't help but feel envious. You are giving attention to everyone but him. How cruel of you! You are always with Ace and Deuce, you help out Trey and even Cater snatches you away at times. But, what about him? 

When he gets a chance to talk to you, he just kinda drags you away from everyone and of course nobody has enough guts to stop him.

"Riddle?"

"(Y/N), can't you spend some time with me? Just me and you, alone."

His face was almost matching his hair colour. You couldn't help but giggle. Riddle looked extremely cute. That day you learned that the cause of Riddle's jealousy is you!

Leona: This smug lion is extremely jealous. Why is his adorable herbivore isn't giving him attention? You are friends with Jack. Heck, even Ruggie gets more attention from you than him! That's just so unfair! 

Next day, he corners you when you were going to your first class. Fine, herbivore if you won't give him attention then he will have it this way. You squeaked in surprise and his smirk widened. 

"Leona, what are you—?!

He didn't let you finish and slammed his lips on yours. Oh well, you have no choice but to give in, huh?

Azul: He is aloof just like any other time. Dosen't show he is jealous even though the twins are always around you for some reason. However, his calm facade is deceiving, so don't be surprised when he slams a contract on your desk outta nowhere. 

"Angelfish, I have something for you."

Obviously, the contract is weird. You can never understand how the heck his brain works.

"Really? Azul? I thought we were past this?"

"But, I'm guessing you are still doing it?"

"You bet."

"If you fail, then, you have to go on a date with me. Just like the contract says."

What a weird way of asking someone out.

"Oh, so, fail a bet, go on a date~" Floyd laughs as Azul's face goes redder than a tomato.

Kalim: Straight up admits that he wants your attention, because, he is jealous. He is ready to do anything as long as you spend time with him. He will keep whining to Jamil if you think he is not serious. Well, cause, let's face it, he clings to you whenever he can. Then, how the hell you didn't give him attention? Well, logic won't work with him when it comes to you so just give in and let this sunshine spoil you. He loves you and he is not ashamed to show it. 

By the way, can you even say no to Kalim? I'm pretty sure you can't, my dear.

Vil: Let's face it, Vil is a little shit when he is jealous. He hates how Rook and Epel are always sticking to you. For the sake of the great sevens! Isn't he the one who is supposed to do that? 

Vil was ready to drag you away.

"Slow down, roi de poison, mon trickster is supposed to hang out with us today!"

"Nope, not happening today."

Vil didn't listen to Rook's protest and dragged you away from the spot.

"Vil, what was that for?"

"You don't give me attention."

"Huh?"

"Do I really have to repeat myself?"

"Oh, is the Vil Schoenheit jealous?~"

"Shut up, (Y/N)."

His blushing face said otherwise, by the way.

Idia: This guy will never admit that he is jealous. He dosen't have the guts to ask you to spend more time with him. So, he does what he does the best aka  staying holed up in his room with games and animes. He desperately wants you beside him, but, he just won't say it. In the end he just ends up rambling to Ortho about how a cool person like you can never like him. 

"(Y/N)?"

"Yes, Ortho?'

"Can you please give my brother more attention, He is jealous and he won't admit it."

Ortho says, when you visit Idia next time. 

Idia's face and hair both started flaming and for a moment you thought he is going to have a heart attack. Good luck with him, sweetheart.

Malleus: Your dear dragon is so jealous and a jealous dragon is a petty dragon. Another one who won't outright admit that he is jealous. But man is so obvious.  Sebek is kinda afraid to go near his young master when he is being like this. Silver sleeps it off like he always does and Lilia mutters something about 'young love' and 'stupid new generation.' People barely approach you nowadays and all that ruckus is because you dragon prince can't keep his jealousy in check. 

"Malleus Draconia!"

He leans in really close. "Yes, my dear child of man?"

"Malleus, sweetie, you are invading my personal bubble."

He pouts and mumbles something under his breath.

"What was that?"

"Child of man, am I that boring that you don't give me your attention anymore?"

"Awww, are you jealous?"

"What if I am?"

What can you say after that? You had to shower him with hugs and kisses. Hopefully, people can finally approach you again.

@twistedrus

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[claudemblems]

"I Have a Crush on YOU!" ft. Ace + Leona | Twisted Wonderland

"All you talk about is your crush! Why don't you just go tell him how you feel already?!" "Fine, I like you!" "???"

Summary: Tired of listening to you going on and on about your mystery crush, Ace and Leona suggest that you should just confess your feelings already, and so you do...

They just weren't expecting that your crush would be on them.

Content: Fem!Reader. Slight angst (arguments) with a hint of fluff. Ace and Leona are oblivious fools (they're trying their best)

Notes: I officially started playing Twisted Wonderland not too long ago (I'd been watching playthroughs on YouTube) and I've had so much fun with the game :3 I love my TWST boys so much

ACE TRAPPOLA

Ace wasn't sure how much more of your "girl talk" he could take before he finally lost his sanity.

For the past 15 minutes, you'd dramatically fawned over your unnamed crush without ceasing, taking every opportunity to highlight his good traits, his charming personality, even commenting on how his borderline idiotic tendencies still managed to somehow look endearing in your eyes.  Honestly, the more you talked about this guy, the more Ace began to wonder what in Twisted Wonderland you actually found attractive about him. He almost felt inclined to inform the headmage about your concerning mental state, but then he remembered Crowley had a knack for making every situation even worse.

So Ace had endured and endured until he couldn't anymore, desperate to finally put your incessant ramblings to a rest.

"He's so oblivious but also so sweet in his own way. I just like everything about him! I don’t think any of his flaws could make think of him any less—”

"Okay, Prefect! I get it, alright? You like him!"

You stopped midway through your sentence, brows furrowing at Ace’s sudden outburst. "I'm sorry?"

"You talk about this guy day and night! Don't you ever get tired of listening to yourself say the same thing?"

"What? Does talking about my crush annoy you that much?"

Ace groaned, letting his body flop back against the couch in protest. "That's not what I said. I'm just tired of coming over to Ramshackle only to listen to you gush about some guy I don't even know! How am I supposed to have a conversation with you if it's so one-sided?"

The room grew quiet for several moments, Ace hoping that the silence meant you were thinking of another topic to discuss. But little did he know that the conflict he'd simply wanted to resolve had just turned into an ominous storm.

"Oh, I'm so sorry for letting you know I like 'some guy.' I thought you'd be interested because you're my friend."

Ace's irritation grew increasingly by the minute, and he could barely stop the barrage of heated words falling off his own tongue. "Friends get tired of hearing the same thing every day!" 

"Friends care about what each other have to say, unlike you!"

"Would you stop throwing a tantrum like a child?"

"Would you stop being such a jerk?"

"How about this: if you like this guy so much, why don't you just tell him?!"

"You know what? Fine. I like you, Ace Trappola, for better, or obviously, for much worse!"

As soon as the words reached his ears, Ace's heart skipped in his chest, the reality of the situation finally dawning on him. He then bolted upright, staring at you with pupils blown wide. "Wait, what did you just say?"

Unfortunately, he didn't receive an answer. You'd already marched your way over to the front door, ignoring the sound of Ace scrambling to his feet behind you.

"Prefect, wait!"

The only answer Ace received was a door slamming shut in his face, leaving him in a thick and almost unbearable silence. He could only watch through the windows as you hurried away from the dormitory grounds, no doubt going out to seek some peace and quiet.

“I like you, Ace Trappola.”

He had to be dreaming…right?

"I know you're an idiot,” a voice piped up next him, clicking their tongue in disapproval, “but I didn't expect you to screw up this badly.”

Ace turned to see Grim floating beside him, shaking his head and loudly sighing. "I told her she was going to end up getting hurt falling for you of all people."

"I don't wanna hear sass from you, tanuki."

"Well, was I wrong?"

He wasn't, and that was a hard pill for Ace to swallow.

You'd liked him, him of all the boys in that school, of all the boys in Twisted Wonderland, and of your own world, too. You saw something in him that made you so, so happy….

So happy that you'd spent every day gushing about how much you liked him. 

And what had he done in return? Minimized your feelings and asked you to shut up already.

Screwing stuff up was just the Ace way of doing things, but he couldn't allow himself to continue on this way, not when his stupid actions ended up hurting you.

Especially because he liked you just as much, maybe even more. 

At first, he'd tried to push his feelings away, likening them to puppy love or a phase that he'd grow out of in the next week or so. But he found that every time he looked at you, his breath would catch in his throat, his heart would drum fast beats against his chest, and all he could think of was how much he wanted to hold you close and finally admit that he was mesmerized by you—every single part of you—and that no one had ever managed to make him feel that way before. But he might have just blown his chance at confessing with the shameful words he'd thrown your way. 

No...he couldn't give up. At least, not before he tried to set things right.

"Grim," Ace began, already formulating a foolproof plan in his head, "if I said I already had 10 cans of tuna with your name on them, would you be willing to be my wingman for the day?"

LEONA KINGSCHOLAR

Were all herbivores this insufferable when it came to being in love?

You were one of the few people Leona genuinely liked. Most people he tolerated, a select few he couldn't stand to be in the same room with (sorry Malleus), but you intrigued him, challenged him in his thinking and his own perception of himself. It annoyed him to no end, but it also left him wanting to know more about you. Plus, you were a lady, and he'd been raised to respect any woman he had the pleasure of meeting.

But keeping his composure was an impossible task when you couldn't spare him a mere five minutes of silence. 

"My friends don't understand what I see in him. I'd probably think the same if the roles were reversed. But maybe I just see good things about him that they don't. If only they knew what a kind person he really is deep down, maybe they'd—"

"Hey, herbivore, are you gonna keep torturing me with your sappy love stories, or are you gonna let me finally get some sleep?"

"Uh...I..."

Leona briefly opened an eye at you as he took in your confused expression, shifting around on his bed as made himself more comfortable. "I don't know why you'd talk about that sort of stuff to me of all people. You've got those Heartslabyul guys to gossip to, don't you? They'd be interested in hearing your woes."

"I didn't know talking about my crush made you so irritated," you said, face falling in shame and embarrassment.

"It's just irritating when I'm trying to get a nap in,” he yawned as if to further prove his point. “I don't know what you're trying to accomplish by telling me all this anyways."

"I'm telling you because you're my friend..."

"And friends get tired of each other sometimes and need their own space, and you refuse to give me any."

His words carried a bite to them, and you’d nearly shot back at him in your anger. But you held your tongue, reserving your energy for a better cause.

"...You're right. I'm sorry for disturbing you. It seems that you don't return my feelings at all anyways, so I won't talk about them again."

Leona's eyes shot open at your admission, and suddenly a weight felt as if it had fallen onto his chest. You liked him? He was this mystery person you'd been praising nonstop every time you came over to the dorm?

He was a massive idiot, even more so than those two Heartslabyul boys who'd nearly been expelled on the first day of classes.

And Leona actually admitting that to himself said a lot.

"I'll be going now."

"Herbivore, wait." Leona reached out to grab your wrist, but you'd veered out of his way, hurrying out of the botanical gardens. Just as soon as you'd confessed, you were gone, and Leona was left to ruminate on all of his mistakes he’d made in a matter of seconds.

He was a prince with all the money and power in the world he could ever want, but none of it could help him figure out how to undo this mess and make things right.

If only you knew he cared for you, too, more than he wanted to admit. His naps weren't the same without you there beside him, and the dorm felt empty without your presence. You livened up the atmosphere with your warm smiles and laughter, and night after night, your face would be the last thing he envisioned before finally succumbing to a restful sleep.

As much as he'd tried to push down those pesky feelings building in his heart, he'd eventually come to realize they were there to stay. And, truthfully, all the more glad for it. He’d never imagined falling for someone, afraid that no one would want a second-rate prince, yet there he was, yearning for the chance to love and be loved by you.

Now he was left with two choices: letting you go, or picking up the scattered pieces of your heart and piecing them back together as best as he could.

And letting you go was an option he couldn’t even think to consider.

“Well, I guess it's time to finally be honest about my feelings for once,” Leona said to himself, rising to his feet with a newfound confidence. “And if everything goes well…” a small smile formed on his face at the picture that came to life in his mind, “then there’ll be one more person to add to my pride."

#twst #twst x reader #ace x reader #leona x reader

[twisted-wonderland-but-gayer]

"I want to talk shit about you later, but I want to get it right, what are your pronouns?"

This is a shitpost that I haven't proofread. Enjoy. @traumxrei-archive

Lilia

It was your weekly gaming session together, and as all gaming sessions go, it is not complete with a bit of trash talk. It was all affectionate of course, neither of you didn't actually mean any of it.

Or so you thought before he blue-shelled you in Mario Kart. You watched in horror as the fae took first place for himself. "Hey Lilia I know we've been friends for a good bit now but I need to ask you something." Your voice was serious as you tailed behind Lilia in-game.

"Hoh? What is it?"

"I want to trash talk you but I want to get it right, what are your pronouns?"

Lilia lets out a laugh as he replies. "I'm so old I kind of don't care about them anymore, you knave"

"Knave? Oh, you pint-sized cox-comb!" "Bring it on, doxy!"

And as per usual, Lilia ends up teaching all kinds of curse words from hundreds of year's ago to use in your future gaming sessions. especially when you blue shell him back

Jade

How amusing. It seems as though you have now captured the attention of one of the Leech brothers. How lucky of you- or unlucky.

To put it simply, he was just gonna have a little "chat" with you on behalf of Azul. Ramshackle dorm has been due some renovations, so what would it take for you to hand it over?

You've seen this song and dance before. It will start out as a pleasant yet shallow conversation as he leads you away from other people. Then the second he corners you, he will interrogate you or blackmail you. You must not fall for it.

"Fuck off, Jade." "Pardon?" "Don't play dumb I know what you're planning on doing." Jade raised a brow as you pushed him away. "Tell Azul to talk to me himself."

You're on your way to exit the classroom before you pause. "One more thing Jade, I want to shit talk you later but I want to do it right. What are your pronouns?" Jade let an amused look show on his face.

"Oh? How very interesting, you'll tell me yours back right?"

"Yes."

The second you exchange pronouns you go to exit the classroom, immediately shouting "Deuce, Ace, you aren't gonna believe this. I had the worst interaction with one thee slimiest motherfuckers ever, he's such a fucking bitch."

Despite the insult, he was very impressed with the guts you had.

Azul

This was while you were forced to sign that damned contract with him. The minute you did so you sighed. "May I ask one more question, Azul?" You looked over at the smug octomer, who was practically gleaming at you.

"Yes, go right ahea-" "I'm going to insult you but I want to do it right, what pronouns do you use?"

Azul froze, surprised at the bluntness of the question as the Tweels snickered behind you, trying not to lose it. "Well? What are they?"

"I- um- He/Him, I guess"

"Now listen here, you capitalist cephalopod motherfucker, I swear to God I am going to-"

Let's just say the Tweels had to drag you out, laughing the whole way.

Jamil

He knew his off-hand comment would rile Grim up. He knew it! Now Grim is throwing a tantrum and clawing at your arms as he tries to lunge at the man in front of you.

You saw that smug smirk on Jamil's face, despite it only lasting a second. Damn it now you have to deal with a very annoying Grim. You glared over at Jamil, muffling Grim's protests with your sleeve.

"Jamil you- ugh!" You glared at him. "I am going to talk shit about you later but I'm doing it right. What pronouns do you use?"

The usually smug Jamil froze for a second. His face remained stoic despite his brain screaming, completely surprised at the response. "He/Him." He responded curtly.

"Thank you." You walked off, grumbling under your breath. He stares at you as you walk off, calm as ever. He's still in shock from the situation.

Riddle

It was your first week in Ramshackle, he'll it was your first week in Twisted Wonderland, and you already have an enemy. Riddle Rosehearts. That was his name.

The power-hungry brat that calls himself housewarden has been making your life hell the minute you fell into this world. The way he lectures you for not knowing certain norms or rules of this world as if it was your fault you were kidnapped by a black carriage. To make it worse, he collared that bully, Ace, was it? And now you have to deal with him in your dorm.

It couldn't get any worse, right? Wrong. You are with Ace and Deuce in the Heartstabyul dorm, readying yourselves for the duel to come. This duel will decide the fate of the Housewarden of Heartstabyul, putting an end to Riddle's reign of terror.

You see the brat strut around, waiting for the battle to begin. That stupid smug smirk that you despise graces his lips and you have to hold yourself back from punching him. The duel is about to begin.

Following your friends out to the field you take this opportunity to ask him something. "Housewarden Riddle, what are your pronouns?" "Thank you for asking. He/him."

"Okay cool... Boys, get his ass!"

Ruggie

You were supposed to be an easy target. Your pocket was so loose and open, you weren't supposed to notice him! Now here is his caught red-handed as he reached his hand over.

You clamped your hand around his wrist before he could even dream of pickpocketing you. Ruggie froze up, preparing to yank his arm away and dash until you let go of him. The hyena was surprised but wasn't going to look a gift horse in the mouth.

Right as he was about to book it, you asked him a question. "Oi, hyena. I'm gonna talk shit about you. What's your pronouns?"

The thief got defensive, as if he wasn't the one that just tried to steal from you before.

Tell me yours first!" How demanding

#not writing #not requests #twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland x reader #jade leech #jade leech x reader #ruggie bucchi x reader #ruggie bucchi #riddle rosehearts #riddle rosehearts x reader #jamil viper #jamil viper x reader #azul ashengrotto #azul ashengrotto x reader #lilia vanrouge #lilia vanrouge x reader

[bipanicoverthegravessiblings]

Can I request Ashley x Vampire male reader please?

Ooohhhh

CW: Light Stalking and Forced feeding of blood

Ashley Graves x Male!Vampire Reader

You’ve seen a lot in your time on this miserable earth

War, famine, weirdos in power alike

…but Ashley Graves is….certainly something

Nightly hunt for blood led you to the secret meeting place of the Cultists.

You fully intended stealing the stale blood they used for the summoning circle when something….fresh caught your attention

You peered around the corner, your nose being your main guide as the fresh scent of blood filled it. Though the animal blood would serve- fairly decently, it was the equivalent of a sad TV dinner. You had assumed the hooded figures left, having done their little dance and went about their day- but no. One figure remained…

…and two- goth people?

The smaller of the two goths, a woman with pink eyes and black hair tied into a messy ponytail, sliced the hand of the cultist- who seemed far too eager to have their blood taken from them. Your eyes narrowed as her and the other goth- a man with shaggy bangs and green eyes- went over the circle in the fresh blood. It appalled you to see them waste such a thing.

The horrid music began, causing you to flinch back and cover your ears from the assault. How could any demon be summoned with that?!

From the muffled music you barely made out the demonic scream as the demon left, and with it the music. You blinked, slowly accepting that it was safe to uncover your ears when you peered back around the corner. The cultist was upset, about something or other- but the goths were….unphased.

Especially the smaller one.

The hooded man left in such a huff he didn’t notice you, and if he did he didn’t care. You looked back and the two were making their way to the elevator.

Mortals like this were too interesting to pass up…

So you stalked them. Their motel room was close by, and they went back in…

But- came right out with their stuff?

Confused, you began to follow them again only to bump into someone also tailing them.

They didn’t spot you, far too focused on following the pair into the park

Trailing behind the person, they hid themselves in the foliage

….free meal!

Andrew stood in stock horror at what he was watching. Gun held at the ready, but too much of a pussy to pull the trigger.

You were hunched over the now dead body of the hitman that had been chasing him and his sister. Far too engulfed in your meal- he hadn’t spotted you.

“Andddrreeewwww! Did you get him?” Ashely peered over his shoulder, her own eyes widening a bit.

The new voice caused you to look up from your meal. Hunched over like a goblin, you gave the siblings a stare akin to that of a dog that was chewing something he shouldn’t. Silence filled the air until Ashley broke it.

“Can we keep him?”

Andrew protested and protested- but Ashley made up her mind with you

A guard vampire! Every girl’s dream!

You were not happy being considered this girl’s “pet”- but frankly this woman terrified you.

Her reactions to things most mortals would flee in terror towards was….indifferent. If anything she was giddy

She even asked if you were going to share the hitman

So you became her “pet”. Her guard vampire

You were instructed to wait in the car as the Graves siblings took care of their parents- you were okay. The AC was on and you were listening to your favorite music.

Ashley inevitably came back though, alone and upset

“It’s so fucking stupid!” Ashley was leaning with her back against the van, her arms crossed under her chest as she glared down at the ground. The window had been opened and you folded your arms over the lip of window slot, listening to her woes, “Andrew is practically sucking mom’s dick, I thought the quarantine would’ve made him on MY side, but nooooooooo!”

“Your mother..” you finally spoke up, “We don’t like her?”

“Oh we hate the bitch!” Ashley confirmed, “But, I have a plan. One Andy can’t say no to!”

You lazily hung your arm over the car door like a cat, “And that isssss?”

Ashley gave you a devious look, mischief glinting in her eyes.

“You hungry?”

Unlocking the car and leading you to the Graves Family home, Ashley invited you in

Good cause you couldn’t have entered if she didn’t

Once again you were instructed to wait, this time in the basement, while she coerced Andrew into her plan

It wasn’t long til she was leading her mother down there, holding her at gun point

If she had anything to say to you, she couldn’t due to the weapon being held at her head

You so desperately wanted to jump the bitch and feast then and there, but Ashley had other plans.

Eventually her father joined, and Andrew had to take care of something while Ashley set up another ritual

“When it comes to mothers Ashley, I am a fucking Saint!” Mrs Graves hissed, leaning forward against her restraints to make her point.

You narrowed your eyes at her from your perch on the washing machine. You knew nothing about this whore, but you liked none of what you were hearing.

“Leave my mistress’ name out of your mouth.” You shot daggers at the bounded mother, if you can even call her that.

“And that thing!” She shouted to Ashley, “What even is that?”

“My pet!” She crossed her arms nodding, you nodded too- far too proud of that title, “You and dad wouldn’t let me get one so I got one myself.”

Mrs Graves’ eyes narrowed, her pupils darting between you and Ashley, “You…can’t be serious.”

“I am! Wanna see me feed him?”

The gears were turning in Ashley’s head, you could tell her primary thought was “How fucked up can I make this so my mother freaks out”. And she seemed content with where she landed. She took the knife she has used to cut into the meat bags, and carefully sliced into her hand. She turned to you, beckoning you down from your perch.

The new scent of blood made your mouth water, pupils dilating at the sweet scent. You hopped down from your perch, approaching Ashley. Before you could open your mouth to say something, she forced her cut into your mouth.

You choked on her blood, it overwhelming your tastebuds. Your hands clasped around her wrist, eyes cracking open slightly. Your eyes met Ashley, her glare telling you that if you pulled away- you would regret it. Knowing how this was going to go, you closed your eyes again and did your best to swallow the blood.

Her parents rightfully freaked out by what they saw, Ashley pulled her hand away and finally let you breath

Andrew soon returned, and things went about. The card limit was no more, the talisman was recharged, and Ashley made the 3 of you a lovely soup.

A part of you feared this woman, while the other part held nothing but respect and adoration for the fucked up mess she was

This started as “haha vampire follows the Graves Siblings” to “You are now her pet”- which ya know, is an appropriate amount of fucked up given this game. Hope you enjoyed dude, love your incorrect quotes <3

#the coffin of andy and leyley #ashley graves #x reader #ashley graves x reader

[villainessprefect]

title: when the victor sleeps

summary: You do your best to stay up to wish Lilia a happy birthday.

ship: Lilia x gn!reader

word count: 1,234

note: Im very late for this fic but got busy so uhhh happy belated birthday Lilia!!

Read on AO3!

Before you realize it, a yawn escapes past your lips. You cover your mouth as if to hide your crime. But it's already too late. You can feel those red eyes boring into you without having to glance to your side.

When you give into your curiosity, you find Lilia with his legs crossed, arm propped upon one and head resting in his hand. When your eyes meet, he says nothing. You both know by the look he gives you that he's been right all along. He just wants you to admit it.

"You really should get some sleep," he speaks in a soft tone as if he's trying not to wake you up already.

You shake your head. "Less than an hour to go, right? I can stay up a while longer."

Staying up to midnight is an easy task for you. Whether it be due to finishing homework or being dragged into some stupid plan your friends had in mind, it happened fairly often. Perhaps too often. Sometimes you find yourself staying awake longer than you'd like as you've gotten used to being up in the late hours.

Tonight your body fights against such nocturnal urges. Having been rudely awakened by Grim far too early followed by Ace and Deuce dropping by under the excuse of wanting to start the new year early had caused you to lose hours of sleep. For any other day, it wouldn't be a crime. But tonight is special.

"Falling asleep won't hurt you, my dear," he hums. "This comes around every year."

"But only once," you protest. "Once a year we get to celebrate you. And I don't want to miss out on it."

"Is it really still tradition to wish for a happy birthday at the stroke of midnight?" He shuts his eyes and tries to recall a time when this last happened to him. Celebrating birthdays only mattered to those he watched over and only recently himself. Old friends never did such a thing, but things were so different back then. And the young ones he raised never shrieked on following their sleep schedules.

"I dunno, but I want to do it," you answer with a small smile. "I get to wish the old man a happy birthday and new year at the same time, before anyone else!"

"If you are acknowledging my age, shouldn't you respect your elders and listen to this old bat's wish already?"

You huff as he makes a point. But you're already so close. You're not even that tired, or so you tell yourself. Of course, your body would say otherwise. Swinging your legs helps keep you active but the action is surprisingly draining. You doubt you can keep it up for long.

"I can go to sleep afterwards."

Your response gets a tsk-tsk from Lilia. That stubborn energy of yours can be so deadly sometimes. And if you won't listen to his pleas, then he has his own tricks up his sleeve to beat you at this little game of yours.

He leans back, setting his legs straight. A hand reaches out to slide around your shoulder. With a surprisingly gentle force, he tugs you down to have your head rest on his lap.

"Stubborn little humans should listen to their elders. Especially you," he says rather fondly. A hand rests upon your forehead to keep you in place. "As much as I adore your determination to stay awake, it pains me to see you suffer."

You want to say you're not suffering and if you are it's not that big of a deal. A little lack of sleep won't kill you. Yet you find yourself so comfortable lying down. It's what you've been avoiding this whole time. You knew your body would relax the moment you gave into this temptation. Although you never imagined using Lilia's lap as a pillow in this situation.

With a red glow cast upon your cheeks, you gaze up to the one who captured you. His red eyes hold so much yet you can only find a tender look thrown your way. That mischievous smile that usually dawns his face is replaced with a sweet, longing one.

"Pardon if I'm a tad rusty. It may have been years on your end, but for me it feels like months since I've last done a performance like this."

He clears his throat and you only raise a brow in response, waiting for him to continue.

The room is silent and all you can hear are the breaths he takes in. He shuts his eyes like before, straightens his back, and begins to gently run his fingers across your forehead.

Then, he begins to sing.

It's a foreign song to you. Your best guess is it's a lullaby from his homeland or who knows where. With his vast knowledge it really could be from anywhere in this world. While you may not know its origins, you enjoy the song. The sound of his voice is soothing to your weary ears. The lyrics cast a spell over you, making the sleep that you've been fighting off for so long begin to win.

"No fair..." You mumble, weakly. Your world is already disappearing before you. The longer he goes the harder it is to break free. And honestly? You doubt you could even if you weren't this tired. "Your voice is...lovely..."

And just like that, you lost the game.

Lilia knows when you've fallen asleep, yet he continues his lullaby. Your even breathing doesn't go unnoticed but like every good singer, he must finish this song for you even if you can't fully appreciate it. When he finishes, his eyes open to see your peaceful, sleeping figure.

He hates to pull his gaze away from yours but his old age doesn't allow him to know the exact time.

"You almost made it," he chuckles.

He can already hear you scolding him for cheating. But could you blame him? Humans need their sleep. The last thing he wants is you losing lack of sleep over him.

"Next year, I'll let you win. Maybe~" He hums and lowers himself to peck your forehead. "Your life is short and you should care for yourself before others. I can't have you falling so soon."

He knows you have plenty of years left. But for him it will be over in the blink of an eye. If he has to cheat a little in order for you to get a longer lifetime, he will. The action may seem so minuscule to others, but it means so much to him.

Lilia appreciates what you would do for him, to go this length and spend time with him. It's adorable with how hard you try. You don't have to do anything for this old bat, yet you do. You always do something for him.

The sound of booming echoes in the distance. It's officially another year. It's a shame neither of you are truly celebrating, but he doesn't mind it. He spent his last moments of the year with you and now the beginning. Despite your loss, he would consider it a win for you. You accomplished your goal without even realizing it and left a mark upon his heart.

"No matter how many years go on, I will always remember you. I'm looking forward to the future years and birthdays to come."

#twisted wonderland #lilia vanrouge #twisted wonderland x reader #lilia vanrouge x reader #gn reader #twst x reader #twst #lilia vanrouge x you #diasmonia

[yulin-pop]

⤷ ✧ Sadist

- order 6 | Headcanons | Heartslabyul, Pomefiore + Idia

Gender neutral

Sadist (noun) — A person who derives pleasure from inflicting pain, suffering, or humiliation on others.

Note: Personal headcanons again! I did characters that I think would pair terribly (or perfectly depending on how you see it) with a sadist. Also this is sfw, I just think sadist characters are funny.

Small warning: You’re picking on all of them and making some of them cry. Also a bit of slapping

Riddle Rosehearts

You seem so normal at first glance. He truly believed you were a normal person, actually he thought you were kind. But, he was extremely mistaken. He found out by when you began teasing him. It’s Floyd all over again! He saw how you giggled and smiled in genuine satisfaction in seeing him frustrated. He would thrash endlessly when you would lock him into place by grabbing his wrists and making him face you. You would make comments about how red his face was.

“Aw~ are you blushing? Do you enjoy me teasing you?”

“I AM NOT BLUSHING.”

Though after the first incident, you acted so different than the person that teased him almost to tears the other day. You offered him your slice of the tart at the unbirthday party.

“Trey’s tarts are tasty. Have some of it!”

It scared him how you acted so sweet and caring one time, but the next time you would go out of your way to make things harder for him. It was be roulette everytime he spoke to you. Was he gonna get a sadistic jerk or a loving friend?

He thought it was some sort of alter ego or someone was controlling you.

Though, he was always too scared to ask you or tell anyone about it.

Trey Clover

He is also a sadist. Though compared to you, he’s nothing. He can see your thought process and try to make you loose interest but in doing so, makes you more eager to see him get angry. He tries to hold himself back from showing any negative reactions around you. You would go as far as to sabotage his cooking.

“Trey—! Why is the tart—?!” Riddle coughed and covered his mouth, “Spicy?!”

He immediately turned to you as you waved a half empty hot sauce bottle in the air with an accomplished grin.

Yet, you can be an angel. Like the time he ran short of money at Sam’s mystery shop. You paid for his items out of pure kindness. You also praised him for his cooking skills.

“Trey! Your pastries are always so delicious. I’m jealous of your skill. Could you teach me sometime?”

It always threw him off. He didn’t expect you out of all people to be a secret sadist. Well, it’s always the people who you least expect.

Cater Diamond

Definitely not prepared for it. He was so caught off guard. Luckily, he did not have to experience it first hand. But he saw how cruel you could be.

“My, my it appears neither of you have gotten anything done. Are both of you so pathetic you can’t solve one question?”

“I-I’m sorr—“

“Awww you’we sowwy, aren’t you? Continue to apologize, come on I’m waiting.”

You slowly moved the two poor freshmen to tears while Cater listened pitifully from another room. He couldn’t believe what he was hearing. Are you really the same person? You’re the one that asked for help when creating a MagiCam account? You didn’t even know what to put for a username or bio!! You were so lost and innocent (in his eyes).

“Cater, someone …DMed…? Me. They said that they want me to be a model?”

“Yikes, that’s a scam! Don’t reply to it!”

It was rather sweet seeing how unaccustomed to were to the internet. But just to make sure… He made you take a sadist test.

“Just answer the questions!”

“Wait what is it about?”

“You’ll see, you’ll see.”

He handed you his phone and watched as you tapped the answers.

Do you like seeing someone in physical pain?

Yes

Do you like seeing people cry?

Very much yes

Do you like seeing people frustrated?

Yes

Do you like being the cause of somebody’s pain?

Extremely so

Needless to say, you were officially deemed a sadist no matter how much you protest it.

Ace Trappola

He’s one of the unlucky subjects that saw your sadistic side at its peak. He thought you were light hearted and easy going when he first met you, you didn’t even bat an eye when he insulted you and mocked you.

But he found out otherwise after inviting you to study. He thought he could mess around a bit and drew something on the side of your paper. Your eyes spotted his pen on your paper and you immediately flicked your hand at the pen, sending it flying into the air. You raised up your hand and slapped his hand, a smack noise went throughout the room. The pen you flicked fell back down and hit his head as he withdrew his hand.

“Ow! How did you do that?” He squeezed his hand.

“Quit messing around. You look totally pathetic.” You said with a glare. He swallowed and continued on with his work.

After about an hour or so, you decided to see how far along Deuce and Ace have gotten. Deuce was doing fine, even though most of his answers were wrong, but Ace hardly had anything done. Ace brushed you off as you scolded him for his laziness.

“You’re the one who invited me. Don’t you dare waste my time.”

“C-Chill out—“

“Kneel.”

“What are you tal—“

“On your knees, Ace.”

He reluctantly complied and you stared down at him. “Now, I want you to explain how within one hour and 27 minutes you only got 14 questions done. What were you doing the whole time? Deuce is on question 28 and I’m already done.”

“Errr… I was—“

“Goofing around, I know that.

Let’s see, there’s 45 total questions. So how would you like 31 slaps on your wrists?”

Ace shuttered and rapidly shook his head. “N-No please!”

After that lesson, he strongly believed someone was influencing you with magic. It has to be. You’re too chill to ever to that!!

Deuce Spade

He should know from experience that appearance doesn’t always match personality. But you looked so polite and nice! You were very nice too! At least that was until that one study meet you he had with you and Ace.

He knew you were serious about studies but you took it to another level. Ace’s wrists were as red as the roses he painted by the time it was over. Deuce saw you the next day and you were acting completely normal.

You smiled at him and Ace and gave him an extra eraser.

“This eraser is in the shape of a flamingo! Ace, here’s a hedgehog one!!” You said enthusiastically. Ace, still resentful from last night, took it and stuffed it into his pocket. You smiled all the same. It scared him. When was gonna be your next out burst..?

He was always in his toes around you. He tried to decline every study meet up that you suggested but when you’d ask, Riddle would be right there saying “you could learn a thing or two from them.”

Leading up to where he’s at. It’s not even his fault! It was Ace who started it!

“My, my it appears neither of you have gotten anything done. Are both of you so pathetic you can’t solve one question?”

“I-I’m sorr—“ Deuce was quickly cut off before he could explain.

“Awww you’we sowwy, aren’t you? Continue to apologize, come on I’m waiting.”

“I-I! I-I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to waste your time b-by messing around. But it was only because Ac—“

Deuce yelled as he felt his wrist burn bright red after being slapped by your tough hand. Tears slowly started to form in his eyes and he looked down in defeat.

Vil Schoenheit

Your beauty was one of an emperor, it was the best way to describe it. You took authority if needed and kept up appearances. He tolerated you. But, he really didn’t expect to hear all these rumors flying around.

“Have you heard, that magicless prefect is a total sadist! They even have enough guts to mess with the housewarden!”

“Rosehearts?! And he let them get away with it?!”

Vil was disappointed in Riddle for that but soon came to an understandment after witnessing your odd tendencies up close.

“P-Please, where did you find that?”

“In the classroom, you don’t happen to know who it belongs to, do you?”

“It’s mine! Please return it.”

“Hmmm… Should I? Maybe I will if you get down on your hands and knees and beg. Go on, beg for me to return your precious little journal.”

Vil watched in utter disbelief as you made this poor boy plead with you while on his hands and knees.

After that, he was unsure what to think of you. Your caring attitude became sickeningly sweet and unnerved him.

“Good morning! Thank you for the skin product suggestions, everyone has been saying I look a lot better!”

“No problem at all..”

“Anything wrong?”

“Not at all. Get along now, I have duties I must attend to.”

Rook Hunt

Ah, the beauty you possess is ethereal. He wishes nothing more than to see every part of you. He enjoys the way your personality can flip like a switch and you can conceal how you really feel so well. A wolf in sheep’s clothing, you are. He praises your every presence and loves the way his compliments throw you off.

“Ah~ please use those words on me, Roi du Sadisme!!”

“P-pardon? What do you mean?”

Simply because of that, you never break character in front of him. You are an Angel around him. You even talk to him and converse about many things (He’s a bit handful but he’s interesting). He wants nothing more than to see your show your sadist side, preferably towards him. He makes small comments about it and you act oblivious.

“I don’t call you Roi du Sadisme, for nothing.”

“Hehe I sure hope not!”

The thought of him being so utterly obsessed with being talked down by you intimidates you. Enough so you want to avoid him. You sometimes drop by other people he’s also infatuated with and then flee when he’s distracted.

“Good morning, Leona!” You said as you felt Rook’s beaming gaze on you avert.

“What do you want herbivore?” He said with a tired voice.

“You ought to get more sleep.”

“Are you just here to waste my time?”

“Ah, I’m sorry. I’ll be leaving now.” You spun around and ran away.

You looked behind you and there stood Rook.

“AHH!!”

“Oh? Did I spook you, Roi du Sadisme?”

“S-Stop calling me that!”

Epel Felmier

Oh no, you’re one of the many people Epel would like to avoid. Not only are you the type to make fun of his appearance, you’ll physically pick on him. You know exactly how to push his buttons to make him react the way you want him to.

“Your hand is so very small, isn’t it?”

“Grrrr…”

He didn’t bother hiding his true personality around you considering you didn’t make an effort to hide yours. He gets to see the worst of you, you get to see the worst of him. Sometimes it gets to the point where Epel can’t control himself. Not even Vil can tick him off this much.

“Wouldja just’ stop?!”

“Why would I ever do that—“

SMACK

You froze for a second and held your cheek. “Oh wow, you really just did that.” You said with an amused smile.

But when you two aren’t showing aggression, people say you’re a good combo.

“Epel and MC are a perfect match!”

“True, they look like really good friends!”

Epel’s soft, quiet boy appearance and your nice, angelic personality makes it appear so, apparently… (Yall can be enemies to lovers if y’all would just work it out)

Idia Shroud

Eek! He’s officially scared of you. He is naturally distrusting and suspected your kindness was nothing but an act but for once he was right? It even shocked him. But no matter what you say, it can’t hurt him. He already degrades himself.

“You never leave your room, how does a robot have more a social life than you?” You snarled at him. But no response. You were put off by this and crossed your arms.

“Yes…”

“Huh?”

“You’re right. I don’t have a social life. But… please say more!!”

“W-What the?!”

He actually loves the way you speak to him. He admires how you can so confidently talk down on people. People also tend to like you even with your rude personality. Teach him your ways!

“Sadist, please teach me how to be like you! Teach me how to be confident but likable!!”

“I-I-I have to go.” You said as you ran off. You nearly tripped.

People are difficult, and he ends up being rude because he doesn’t know how to react, leading to people disliking him. But you’re rude and people still love you!!

He sometimes finds himself stalking you. He’s painfully obvious about it and always makes you stop what you’re doing.

“I studied all night and still only got a 55/60… What did you get Ace?”

“I got a 55 too, Deuce here got 47!”

“Hey! I studied hard too!”

“Maybe next time we should study together?”

“N-No that’s ok. We’ll get Riddle to help us!”

“Aw that’s uh— uhhh…” You quickly cut yourself off as you heard someone muttering loudly behind you. You didn’t want to turn your head but you already knew who it was.

#twisted wonderland x reader #riddle rosehearts x reader #idia shroud x reader #trey clover x reader #cater diamond x reader #ace trappola x reader #deuce spade x reader #vil schoenheit x reader #rook hunt x reader #epel felmier x reader #heartslabyul #pomefiore #riddle rosehearts #trey clover #cater diamond #ace trappola #deuce spade #vil schoenheit #rook hunt #epel felmier #idia shroud #personal writings

[gyumazing]

“Am I the RED FLAG?”

Pairings: Jungwon x Reader

Word count: 600 words

Genre: Fluff

Warnings: None

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"Baby, am I the red flag?" you pouted at a slouching Jungwon, who was busy scribbling something on his notebook with his mechanical pencil. He blinked at you, giving you a bewildered look as if you had just asked the most outrageous question. "Tell me now, baby. Don't leave me, please. I swear I would change if ever." Determined to get his attention, you abandoned your textbook and made a beeline for Jungwon, wrapping him in the most exaggerated, clingy hug you could muster. You felt him yelp and gasp for air at your sudden charge.

Jungwon pretended to complain, his eyes widening in mock exasperation. "Can't a guy finish a sentence in peace?" he protested, attempting to push you away while smiling from eye to eye. But, as soon as you released your hold, he seized you and pulled you into an even tighter embrace, pretending to give in to your antics.

“Baby…” you pouted, looking up at his face, your chin on his chest.

"What are you talking about, sunshine?" he said, feigning seriousness as he gently caressed your cheeks and brushed a loose strand of hair behind your ear . A mischievous twinkle danced in his boba-like eyes as he continued, "Are you secretly auditioning for a drama? 'Cause you're giving me all the feels."

You couldn't help but giggle at his playful response, your hug loosening slightly as you peeked up at him. "I saw this one TikTok video..." you began, trying to regain some composure.

"Ah, TikTok, the ultimate source of life advice," Jungwon interrupted with a chuckle, shaking his head in amusement. "Go on, enlighten me."

You took a deep breath, trying to suppress your laughter as you explained, "Well, it said that if your partner doesn't have any red flags, maybe you should check yourself because you could be the red flag."

Jungwon burst into laughter, his arms still wrapped around you. He leaned in and pressed a gentle kiss to your forehead before resting his forehead against yours. "So, you're telling me I'm too perfect, and that must mean you're the problem? That's preposterous!" he exclaimed, pretending to be scandalized. "You're forgetting that I've been lucky enough to snag the most amazing partner in the universe. You're the rainbow flag that brightens up my world!"

You couldn't help but snicker at his ridiculous analogy. "But seriously, Jungwon, you're so kind, smart, and considerate. I sometimes wonder if I'm the one lacking," you confessed, a touch of self-deprecation in your voice.

Jungwon's expression softened, and he gazed at you lovingly. "Hey, listen. We all have our quirks and imperfections. That's what makes us human, and that's what makes our relationship fun and interesting," he reassured you. "You bring so much joy and laughter into my life. You're the perfect kind of crazy that I wouldn't trade for anything."

You couldn't help but smile, feeling a surge of warmth at his words. "Thank you, Won," you said, snuggling closer to him. "I love you, quirks and all."

Jungwon planted a playful kiss on your nose, then on each of your cheeks, your forehead, your chin, and lastly, your lips. "I love you too, my wonderfully flawed partner in crime," he declared with a grin. "Now, let's forget about red flags and focus on acing those exams. The loser treats the winner to an extravagant ice cream feast!"

With renewed determination and a shared laughter, you both returned to your seats, ready to tackle your studies together, knowing that your love could weather any challenge, even the daunting threat of an ice cream showdown.

#jungwon #yang jungwon #enhypen #enhypen yang jungwon #enhypen jungwon #kpop fanfic #fancition #soft hours #enhypen soft hours #enhypen soft #school fanfiction #non idol au #cute #fluff #enhypen fluff #thoughts #enhypen thoughts #scenario #enha fluff #enha jungwon #enha

[itsclydebitches]

Title: A Wacky Wager

Fandom: Hazbin Hotel

Pairings: Just very background Charlie/Vaggie

Word Count: 2,361

Summary:

“What are you doing?” Charlie whispered.

Alastor grinned. “Why, we’re engaging in the only civilized entertainment to be found in this rinky-dink hotel: making deals, of course.”

That caught Charlie’s attention.

But Husk was waving off her horrified protest before it even left her mouth. “I’m a gambling addict who’s already sold my soul to the bastard. What have I got to lose?”

A/N: Fic also below the cut if you prefer to read here!

“Thirty.”

“Darling, Husker. Your faith in me is heartwarming!”

Alastor’s fixed grin said it all. Husk muttered darkly around the rim of his bottle.

“Fine, twenty.”

“Ah, ah, ah. Tell me, if two’s a company and three’s a crowd, what is four and five?”

“ Nine? That’s fucking nothing you lazy son of a bitch—”

Alastor ignored him, turning to Charlie as he gave a round of condescending applause. “Oh, he’s gotten so good at those. Don’t worry, Princess, I’ll teach you the esteemed art of riddling too. It will serve you well to have a few verbal knives up your sleeve.”

Charlie blinked. “Don’t you mean an ace up my sleeve?”

“No! Though if you could tell me why Rosie thinks I’m yours I’d be much obliged.”

“Uh...”

“Don’t bother, kid.” Husk waved the bottle between them until Charlie was able to break that disconcerting eye contact. “Your brain’s gonna fry if you try to follow his shit—especially when he’s deliberately messing with you.” Alastor affected an appalled expression, made manic by the smile, and when his hand hit his chest the radio let out a warbly, I never! “Though fucking watch out: he can materialize his words as sharp and pointy flying objects if he wants.”

Alastor nodded. “As I said: verbal knives up the sleeve. My, my, you have been listening.” He went to pat Husk on the head and was met with a sharp hiss. “Nine then?”

“Fine, if you want to be a pussy about it.”

“You’re the only pussy here, Husker.”

Charlie had been watching the exchange with undisguised interest, her head whipping comically back and forth lest she miss some crucial detail of the exchange. Like the fact that Husk was slowly and with great revulsion removing Alastor’s hand from his person. Like the fact that Alastor was letting him.

“What are you doing?” Charlie whispered, hardly knowing what part of this exchange she was asking about. All of it? Definitely all of it.

“Why, we’re engaging in the only civilized entertainment to be found in this rinky-dink hotel: making deals, of course.”

That caught Charlie’s attention.

Husk was waving off her horrified protest before it even left her mouth. “I’m a gambling addict who’s already sold my soul to the bastard. What have I got to lose?”

But Charlie was gripping her hair. “Um, a lot?? Like your sanity, or a limb, or your wings—do those count as limbs?—or your collection of whiskey glasses, or that cool rock you found—”

Alastor’s head had been tilting steadily to the left, cracking with each addition until it hung horribly askew from his body. “Charlie... dear... what kind of a chump do you take me for? Why-ever would I want any of that? Husker’s sanity is a particularly worthless acquisition given that it hardly exists anymore.”

“Oh, you’re one to fucking talk.”

But Charlie would not be reassured. Her hair increased with the speed of her babbling and her horns, normally hidden away, had begun to sprout—pointing intentionally towards Alastor. He gently touched the tip of one with a murmured, “Lovely.”

“—a bar is one thing and I’m so glad it brought you to us, Husk, but making deals is completely out of the question, especially deals with The Radio Demon!—no offense, Al—I mean, it’s bad enough word got out that I’ve been spending time with cannibals lately, can you imagine what people would say if the Happy Hotel gained a reputation for deal making?—"

Husk shot a look over Charlie’s head, catching Alastor’s eye.

Deal? he mouthed. His fingers made a short, twisting motion to indicate Same stakes as usual? Another gesture dictated the theme.

Alastor’s eyes narrowed... but he nodded.

It was easy as Hubig pie to angle his body to the left, slip his arm behind the counter, and briefly clasp Husk’s hand. The sagging, open-mouthed expression Charlie adopted when she spotted the flash of green light was simply delicious .

“Wonderful!” Alastor said. He clapped once in front of their Princess’ face, forcing her to go cross-eyed. “Tune in now, darlings.”

Husk raised an eyebrow. “Going in already?”

“No time like the present. Besides, I am a rather deft hand at this.”

“Pff. Not sure that’s something to fucking brag about.”

“Your taste is questionable at best, Husker. Now, don’t you worry your pretty little head.” Alastor gave Charlie’s cheek a pat and she returned fully to her standard form. “We’re just two old friends having a bit of fun! I won’t be but a moment.”

He sauntered over to where Angel and Vaggie were lounging around the couch. Charlie slid up beside Husk, shoulder pressed worryingly to his.

“What’s he doing?” she whispered.

Suddenly, when Husk smiled it looked disturbingly reminiscent of another’s. “Told you, kid. It’s entertainment. Watch.”

Alastor had reached the little group, raising his hand in greeting. “Good afternoon, my dears!”

(Husk scoffed. “One—but that’s a fucking cop-out.”)

Angel just flipped him off without looking up from his phone. Vaggie at least deigned to raise her head.

“The fuck do you want, Alastor?” She said.

He spread his arms in a welcoming gesture. “Why so hostile? I come in peace!” The radio in his hand let out a sudden burst of applause. “As a key constituent of this fine establishment, I merely wanted to run a business venture by you. Now, now, turn that frown upside down—our very own Charlie has already voiced her approval!”

Alastor swiveled so that his gesture encompassed her blank, owlish stare from across the room.

("Smile and give a thumbs up,” Husk muttered from the corner of his mouth.)

Charlie smiled and gave a thumbs up.

“Alright...” Vaggie sat back, arms crossed. “Shoot, but I reserve the right to fucking gut you if you’re just manipulating Charlie into doing something horrific. Or if your idea’s stupid. Which it probably is.”

Alastor’s eye twitched. “But of course. Well, then I’ll simply have to call upon some of the old showmanship. Behold!”

With a twirl of the microphone a massive bulletin board appeared, complete with an intricate decor on either side reminiscent of flames and—Charlie squinted—what might have been the faces of people burning within them. What really caught the eye though was the collection of pictures pinned in overlapping patterns: sweets, savories, stunning displays of culinary expertise, and generally every dish that might make the mouth water. Charlie recognized beignets, oysters, crayfish, bananas foster, and of course jambalaya, though much of it she couldn’t have put a name to if she tried. Rather than photos, each picture looked like a hand-painted illustration, something straight out of an old magazine.

Beside her Husk let out a soft, “Perfect.”

“Food?” Vaggie said.

“Marketing,” Alastor corrected. “Why, this place was such a dreary dump before I arrived and Hell knows it hasn’t improved much since. Really, Hell knows! Our hotel is despised, derided, declared the most disgraceful and undesirable of decrepit dwellings—”

“We get it!” Angel threw a pillow at Alastor’s head. It exploded into red and black confetti before vaporizing, not a single speck landing on his suit.

“So,” he said, wagging a finger in Angel’s face. “We give the people something they want. Something other than the Princess’ sad attempts at redemption. Sweeten this vinegar pot with a bit of honey. ‘But, Alastor!’ I hear your vexing voices say. ‘Whatever could these sizzlers want that won’t break the hotel’s rules? No violence! No sex! What’s there left to offer a hoard of sinful imbeciles?’ Well, to that I give only a reminder that there are many subtle ways to encourage indulgence. The honey need not be metaphorical.” Alastor waved an arm to encompass the board, the illustrations shining.

Vaggie was leaning forward now, elbows on her knees. She squinted. “You want us to give people food? So they’ll like the hotel better?”

“Heaven’s no! I want to sell them food. There’s no reason why we can’t make a buck out of this little manipulation.”

Angel slowly nodded. “That. Now that I can get behind. Do you know how fucking expensive heroine has gotten? Just the other day I was telling Cherri that for a single ounce I had to hump this guy’s—”

A tentacle shot out of Alastor’s shadow to slam across Angel’s mouth. After the shock he pinned Alastor with heavy-lidded eyes and a muffled, but unmistakable ‘Kinky’ was heard.

“What a disgusting creature you are,” Alastor murmured. “But never mind your proclivities! I won’t forgive or forget, but I can pretend that you’re suitable company, for our darling Charlie’s sake.” He cut a look her way, bowing slightly. “Besides, I’ll need your—ahem—help in managing the logistics of this little retail endeavor. As facilities manager, defender of the hotel, and resident chef I cannot possibly be expected to do such menial legwork. Yes indeedy,” Alastor’s grin widened at Vaggie’s disbelieving look. “You never did try my jambalaya, did you? Scared of a little poison, my dear? Ha ha! I jest. But I also assure you, savory is far from my only talent. I can make a loaf of sourdough that sinners will simply fawn over, to say nothing of my cookie dough bites. If I recall, I last made racks of it for Rosie’s third husband’s stag night . Of course, he became the meal shortly after the wedding...”

“Okay, okay, enough!” Vaggie stood, shooing Alastor aside. “Ugh listening to you gives me a headache. Fine. Do what you want, just don’t actually poison anyone. Or expect me to do that legwork—send Pentious’ eggs or something. And save me some of the leftovers!” The last was said in a rush as Vaggie dropped a kiss against Charlie’s cheek, then power-walked out of the room.

Shrugging, Angel went back to texting, waving goodbye to the tentacle as he did.

“Oh my, was it something I said?” Alastor locked eyes with Husk as he snapped his fingers, the board dissolving into shadowy smoke. “She really hoofed it out of here, wouldn’t you say?”

Husk snorted, taking a long drink as he flipped him off. Charlie blinked as a thin green thread appeared between them, the ends attached to where their hearts would be. It stretched, then snapped in Alastor’s direction. Husk shuddered at the sensation.

“Uh, what?” she said.

Alastor teleported to her side, one hand condescendingly patting her head. “I won, darling! It’s a standing bet between us, you see. Husker dictates a verbal challenge I must undertake, in this case utilizing nine deer puns in a conversation—terribly degrading of you, well done— without others realizing what I’m up to. If I succeed he must do one favor of my choosing.”

“Wouldn’t he have to do that anyway?” Charlie shot an apologetic look Husk’s way.

“Of course! Though now he’ll have to do it without his usual, vulgar complaining... and while sporting a smile. Best start practicing.”

Alastor went in to pinch Husk’s cheek, only laughing when his hand was smacked away. He left in the direction of the kitchen, twirling his staff. A familiar tune began to emit from the radio, made fuzzy with static, and Charlie just caught Alastor humming lyrics before he rounded the corner:

"Well, you can't have a dream

And cut it to fit

But when I saw you, I knew

We go together, like a wink and a smile"

“More like oil and water,” Husk muttered. “If the oil was on fire and the water fucking contaminated.” He paused then, spotting Charlie’s big eyes and trembling lip. “Ah hell, kid. What’s that look for? Don’t you like seeing the great Radio Demon make an ass of himself? I’d record these bets if I thought he’d let me get away with it. Would make for great late night viewing.”

Charlie frowned. “But now you have to do even more for him. And pretend that you like it.”

“Jesus Christ. You’re shouldering reality’s first dose of Daddy issues, waitin’ on your shit mom, trying to stop the extermination of a bunch of dopes who sure as fuck don’t deserve it, and you’re worried about me having to smile while I run that twig’s errands? We gotta work on your priorities.” Husk shook his head, taking another long drink. When he was done he pointed the bottle Charlie’s way. “Hey, you never asked what I get outta the deal if he fails.”

“Oh!” That perked her up. “Your freedom?”

“Don’t be stupid. I like you and I don’t like stupid people, so don’t ruin this.” Husk quickly poured a vibrantly red drink and shoved it into Charlie’s hands. The reflection from the glass helped to cover his red cheeks. “Nah, arrogant bastard was right about one thing: he’s a fucking fantastic cook—hard as that is to admit. I win and he has to make me whatever I want.”

Charlie choked. “You make magically binding bets over food ?”

“Sure. If you ain’t got gambling, good food and drink are the next best thing. Besides...” Husk suddenly leaned close, a small, genuine smile tugging at his lips. “That idiot oversold his performance. You know your girlfriend; she was real smitten with the idea, yeah? Helping out the hotel’s reputation, making some cash, maybe even a little bonding as the residents work together to sell this shit... she’ll have him entering the kitchen at spear-point tomorrow morning, 5:00am at the latest, and we’ll get to eat the fucker’s food for free.” He leaned back, evidently pleased with himself.

Charlie gaped. She took a sip of her drink. Stared. Gaped again. “You knew he’d do that??”

“Nah, but spend a couple decades with the Radio Dumbass and he becomes pretty predictable.” Husk snorted, cuffing the back of her head. “You can stop looking so shocked now. I was an Overlord, you know.”

They sat in silence for a time, companionable, enjoying their drinks and the prospect of a new mission with tasty indulgences come tomorrow. Charlie began to hum the tune Alastor had left with. Husk, quite unconsciously, began to purr.

Then, Charlie squeaked.

“Hold on, you were a wHAT ?”

Oh deer.

Fin.

Notes:

This fic exists almost solely because I wanted to see how many deer puns I could have Alastor make. Sorry not sorry :D Full list: 1. My DEARS (deer) 2. a BUCK out of this little manipulation 3. RETAIL endeavor (re-tail) 4. loaf of SOURDOUGH (sour-doe) 5. simply FAWN over 6. cookie DOUGH bites (cookie doe) 7. RACKS of it 8. STAG night 9. she really HOOFED it

#Hazbin Hotel #Hazbin Hotel fic #Alastor #Charlie #Husk #canon typical cursing

[cup1dt3a]

It’s Not like you have a Choice?

Summary: After finding out you’re now stuck here you run into more members who seem more unhinged than the rest while trying to escape your fate. Well all of them exept a strange white haired guy. You’re all ready so far into this why stop now you have no choice either way.

“ No no! Listen there has to be some mistake I’m just a nobody with a dead end job!” You panicked.

“ Uh huh well the mirror disagrees. Now quit being hysterical and get a move on!” Ace said grabbing out to drag you.

“ Wait please there had to be-.” Just as you tried to protest backing away from the ginger you had fallen through the cursed mirror.

“ SHIT SHIT SHIT! There’s no telling where the fuck they went!” Ace panicked.

“ Well then idiot let’s go through the mirror and find them!” Sebek growled dragging the ginger by his ear.

“ They couldn’t have gone that far let’s slip up and then regroup after an hour.” Jack introduced them all.

You winced as you were thrown onto the ground by an invisible force. Hissing as your palms and knees were now bloodied by the harsh impact. The unfamiliar area looked like it was decaying too but instead of a school it was a lushes rose garden with broken grounds. Getting up you took in the loopsey outdoors. Red paint was everywhere pints of it fallen over, smeared onto white roses, and even dripping from them into its leaves. The atmosphere felt as dark as the last you’ve been in. Eerie, cold, and suffocating as if it was trying to suck all the life out of your soul. You divided the venture in this garden of madness it had so many twist, turns, and loops leading you back to the same spot you began.

“ Ugh! I’m never going to get out of here!” You cried slamming your wounded first into the inky ground.

“ What’s with the long face stranger?” A ginger headed man asked with a tilt to his head crouching down into your tearful form.

“ It’s always a shame to see a little darling such as yourself cry. Care to talk about it over tea?” A green haired man asked with a tilt to his head.

“ I…I.” You stuttered as he hushed you “ Tsk Tsk…There’s no room for frowny faces especially at a unbirthday party come on! We don’t get visitors too often so excuse us of any odd behavior. Savenges most of them.” He muttered under his breath.

“ We don’t ever got company so please I insist you stay dear.” The green haired man insisted pulling out a chair for you to sit in.

It was odd having two strangers comfort you out of the blue but your mental state was deteriorating the longer you stayed so what the hell.

Eventually after your head was cleared from the foggyness of our breakdown you had begun to realize how twisted the two who comforted you were. Trey was very odd for instance as he talked to you it felt as if he was knowing more than he let on. Especially with how he oddly worded words. Cater was very much more quiet compared to his companion with a top hat. Eventually you had to leave seeing Deuce was on his way towards you. Which upset the two.

“ I’m sorry but I really must leave!” You exclaimed as the two tried to convince you other wise.

“ Nonsense the party has only just begun!” Trey insisted again.

“ I have an excellent idea! Let’s change the subject and enjoy the party now.” Cater implied trying to get you to sit down.

He was getting closer you had to run away.

“ I’m really sorry but I can’t stay goodbye thanks for the tea!” You yelled as you escaped the two just before Deuce had snatched you up.

As you ran you had fallen into another mirror right below your feet in the horried maze falling down into the complete darkness of the empty void. Screaming out as you came crashing down onto the ground again.

“ YOU BLUNDERING FOOLS! OFF WITH YOUR HEADS!”

“ Shishishi!” You heard echoing throughout the dark area filled with…bones!?

Mountains of them; piles filled with each one of the poor souls who dared to come here. And now you were one of them.

“ Well Well~” the approaching figure in the shadows sung out.

“ Looks like I have myself a trespasser! Shishishi!” He cackled with a wide grin.

“ Please I don’t mean to I’m just trying to get out of here!” You pleaded to the cackling man.

“ Lives not fair is it? I’ve had to learn that the hard way. But I’d rather eat than starve.” He smiled.

“ What do you mean eat? You’re not going to eat me? Right?” You nervously chuckled while doing the whitest thing any white person would do in a bad horror movie. Question the killer when they’re about to die,

“ No I’m not going to eat you.” He said before adding “yet.”

It was at that moment you started running away from the fluffy eared man in fear of your life. You had been running almost all day and just want it to end at this point you foolishly came to a stopping point trying to catch your breath. It was stupid but it was better to have some air in you then to be even more tired as you ran a quick break wouldn’t have hurt right?

Well the Rocky Mountain had sucked you in just as you were catching your breath. Throwing you into salty water that you were forced to chug through your nose and mouth on the impact.

“ Why must I always be surrounded by such idiots?”

Choking out the salt water as you tried to push yourself upward to the nearby deck. It was painful as your exhausted muscles screamed at you to rest. Resting was becoming clearer and clearer to not be an option here. As you tiredly dragged yourself up onto the dock you had felt a hand on your leg just as you were finally close to reaching an actual resting point. You yelp out in surprise and fear squirming with the last bit of strength wrote kicking out to whatever was trying to drag you down. You quickly pulled yourself up finally starting to back away.

“ OW! Jaaaaade~! It kicked me now my nose is all bloody!” The blue creature whined out.

“ How rude especially when we were just trying to say hi.” The twinning creature snarled.

“ Let’s teach them a lesson now shall we Floyd?” He purred out with a terrifyingly wide grin on his pale face.

As the two dragged their snake like bodies upon the dock you had been crawling backwards as a hope to escape them but they soon caught up.

As one of them finally caught up to you you had grabbed a nearby stick and swatted it at them shrieking “ Stay back!”

You had created a large scratch onto the creatures face. From under his eye to the bridge of his nose causing him to growl. This caused the two the draw back for a second but soon they had started to catch up to you.Just before they could grab you you had mercifully fallen through another hole again never so thankful for the quick greeting of the empty void.

The two reluctantly slithered back into the dark depths of the sea.

“ MY PRECIOUS DARLINGS!”

You’re starting to get used to dropping onto the cold hard ground but this time once again you had fallen into a pool of water. Yet this shallow pond wasn’t salty at all it was quite refreshing and gross from your clothes sticking to you. The place had once again seemed empty but you kept your guard up not wanting to relish that there may be a chance of finally being alone. As you wondered on with your now acquired stick in hand. As you cautiously observed the area you had soon heard crying echoing throughout the place.

The sudden cry had caused you to jump almost knocking into a glass vase behind you. Relieved you had then gone to check it out in case it was a person who needed helping. Sure right now isn’t the time to have a hero complex but still if you could help someone might as well when you’re so close to them. But you still held the thick stick tightly ready to swing in case of this being a trap as you slowly peaked through a corner you had see a white haired man facing the back of you hardly weeping. His cried were already pulling on your heart strings.

Just before you could approach he gasped “ Who’s there!?”

“Show yourself! Or…or I’ll make you?” He sniffled almost unsure of what he would do. As he turned around you could now see the markings on his skin black and dripping like the rest of them. Water had then surrounded you holding you down to push you out of your hiding place right towards the seething man.

“ Who are you?! Why are you here? Have you come to just torment me too?” He growled with teary eyes.

You were unsure on whether or not to talk due to each time you let your guard down you are on the verge of death. But it’s not like you could as the water was already on the verge of suffocating you as it cooled around your neck.

“ Well? …Oh! Oh no! Oh no oh no oh no! Now you’ll surely have a reason hate me!” He panicked dropping you into the shallow pool of the floor.

Geesh, this guy was very unstable and depressing. It felt as if you almost had no choice but to comfort him as he started uncontrollably sobbing. He was tumbling down to his knees apologizing asking for you not to hate him repeatedly. You softly patted his head empathizing with the poor man as he sobbed.

“ Hey listen. I’m just trying to get out of here I’m not going to ‘torment’ you in any way ok?” You reassured him as his sobbing started to calm down. ” KALIM!”

Hello and hope you all enjoyed this chapter of Overblotted Wonderland<3

I wish you all a wonderful day/night or that it gets better!

Sincerely-Cup1dT3a 💌

@simping-on-the-daily be prepared to cry!

#Overblot #Oberblot Series #twisted wonderland #twst #twst wonderland #vice dorm leaders #disney twisted wonderland #overblot

[writingbymoonlight]

music for an onigiri shop

ft.: timeskip osamu x reader

word count: ~1.4k words

a/n: my entry for @satisfactooru's the mixtape collab! bay, as promised, a fic that is slightly inspired by a harry styles song <3 thank you allowing me to join your collab!

Despite the shop being technically closed, light from within Onigiri Miya floods onto the sidewalk outside of the establishment and the sound of a volleyball match being played on the TV could be discerned by any passersby. 

Inside the eatery, Osamu steps out of the cramped kitchen and into the main dining area, which is typically bustling with lively customers. However, this evening, it’s just you and you’re sitting on one of the many stools lined up along the counter. Your posture is slouched and relaxed, and your eyes are glued to the MSBY Black Jackal match that’s playing on the old TV above your head. 

“Here ya go,” Osamu announces as he stands directly in front of you on the opposite side of the counter. He slides a plate of freshly cut watermelon and the concentrated expression on your face morphs into one of pleasant surprise. 

“Watermelon?” you question skeptically, raising an eyebrow at your dear friend. “I thought I was supposed to be taste-tasting your new onigiri flavors?”

Osamu casually throws the towel that he uses to dry his hands over his shoulder, and he rests his elbows on the counter before responding, “I don’t want ya getting bored of eating only onigiri, hence the watermelon.”

“Wow, free onigiri and watermelon!” you happily exclaim as you pick up a slice of the fruit. After taking a giant bite of the juicy watermelon, you teasingly add, “Someone is being unusually kind today.” 

“Hey, I always treat people, especially ya, with kindness,” Osamu retorts, rolling his grey eyes in mock annoyance. “Or do I need to remind ya of all the free food I’ve given ya over the past few years?” 

“Okay, okay, you’re right! I’m only kidding!” you laugh as you finish off your piece of watermelon and place the dark green rind back onto the porcelain plate. “You never fail to make sure I’m fed, which is why you’re my favorite twin.”

As if on cue, the sound of thunderous applause erupts on the TV and the onigiri shop owner’s gaze immediately flickers to the screen. His brother’s team has won the game against their opponent following a service ace made by Atsumu, who can be seen donning his signature cocky smile. 

“Smug bastard,” Osamu mumbles under his breath because he already knows that this win will inflate the setter’s already massive ego. Still, a part of him is elated to see Atsumu succeed, though he would rather go a week without onigiri than admit this out loud. 

“Hey, have you ever thought of playing something other than volleyball matches in Onigiri Miya?” you suddenly inquire, snapping Osamu's focus back to you.

“What do ya mean?” he asks, leaning forward so that he’s at eye level with you.

“Well, every time I stop by here when it’s open, I feel like you have a volleyball game on the TV,” you explain. “And the few times that the TV hasn’t been on, it’s just been…quiet.”

“It’s never quiet here,” Osamu huffs in protest as he scrunches his dark eyebrows together in confusion. “This place is usually crowded with chatty people.”

“But don’t you think it would be nice to have something playing in the background while people talk? Other than a volleyball game? Like music?”

“I don’t think people come to Onigiri Miya to listen to music.” 

“Oh, come on! It’ll add to the ambiance!” 

Osamu is tempted to argue further, but he is aware that that would be futile because you occasionally could be extremely tenacious. It is a quality he definitely admires about you, and he has the inkling that you are going to be stubborn about this matter. So, instead of firing back with some witty comeback, he sighs and runs a hand through his messy hair. 

“Okay, what kind of music do ya suggest then?” he reluctantly asks. This small victory causes you to squeal in delight and a small grin forms on Osamu’s face. How could he not smile right now? He’s always found your joyfulness over the small things endearing and contagious. 

“I think something upbeat, but also chill! Something like…”

You allow your sentence to trail off as you fish your phone out of your back pocket. After a few seconds of tapping on your screen, the chords of an upbeat melody commence playing and you slide your phone across the wooden surface towards Osamu and the former opposite hitter can see that the song is “Music for a Sushi Restaurant” by Harry Styles. 

“This is an onigiri shop. Not a sushi restaurant,” Osamu states in a deadpan tone as he removes his elbows from the counter and stands back up to his full height.

Unfortunately for him, you are lost in your own little world and not paying any attention to his words. You’re bobbing your head side-to-side and you’re lip-synching the lyrics as you hold your clenched first towards your mouth, as if there is currently a microphone in your hand. All Osamu can do is cross his arms over his chest and watch your “performance” with an amused smirk.

“You know I love you, babe!” you dramatically screech alongside the British musician, causing Osamu to finally break out into a fit of laughter that leads to tears pricking his eyes. 

Osamu wipes away a stray tear from the corner of his eye and, when he looks back at you, his heart swells with an indescribable emotion. You are beaming at him with your usual bright smile and sparkling eyes as the fading daylight trickling in from the window casts a golden halo around your head. 

“So pretty,” Osamu muses to himself and, as soon as this thought is formulated, his heart skips a beat, and he begins panicking. 

Did he really just think you, his close friend, are pretty? He’s always known, objectively, that you are very pretty, but this time was…different. Never did the thought of you being pretty randomly enter his mind. And never had he anticipated his heart to become overcome with such strong emotions while thinking about you in that way. 

“Don’t get hung up on the fact this song is called ‘Music for a Sushi Restaurant’ and not something like ‘Music for an Onigiri Shop’, ‘Samu,” you remark, bringing up the point he had made earlier that you did, apparently, hear. “Listen, how about I promise to make a playlist of music that is perfect for your onigiri shop that you can test out, if you want, as long as you promise to at least consider my suggestion?”

You show no signs of noticing the frenzy going on within Osamu’s head, so the Inarizaki alumnus attempts to temporarily push aside the confusing thoughts that are muddling his brain and he simply replies, “Deal.”

Breaking out in a wide grin, you extend your hand out to Osamu, wanting him to shake it and solidify your agreement. Osamu hesitates for the briefest of seconds before wrapping his calloused fingers around your hand.

This isn’t anything new. He’s held your hand several times in the past. Like, last week when you two watched a horror movie at your place and you got so scared that you grabbed his hand for comfort. Or that time he physically dragged you to the new restaurant down the street from his apartment that he was excited to try. 

As your fingers delicately touch the back of his hand now, though, it feels like he has been struck by lightning and he hastily drops your hand, which earns him a puzzled look for you.

“I better go get the onigiri from the back, so we can start trying them out,” Osamu blurts out and he can sense that his face is starting to turn red.

Probably because you are accustomed to Osamu’s sudden antics, you don’t make any comments about his bizarre behavior. Instead, you shrug your shoulders and say, “Alright.” 

And with that, Osamu turns on his heels and rapidly strides into his solitary kitchen. All the prepared onigiri sit on the workstation in front of him, surrounded by chopped ingredients and used metal bowls that he’ll have to wash up later. But he cannot bring himself to bring the onigiri out to you. Not yet. 

First, he must grapple with the question: is it possible to start falling for your friend in an instant?

#osamu x reader #osamu x y/n #miya osamu x reader #miya osamu x y/n #miya osamu #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu x y/n #the mixtape collab 🎶

[rhoorl]

Hiiii friend!!

I'm here to ask you a silly TF boys headcanon question 😊

Karaoke night: who is the first up on stage? What songs are selected? Who protests the most or downright refuses? How much alcohol is required to get the spoilsports up there to participate? Do any of them get real into it and incorporate some dance moves with the music? Duets??

I look forward to your answer! Have fun!!

Some boy tax 💗

Hi friend! Oh you know I am a sucker for a TF headcanon question, so thank you so much! As to be expected, I was long-winded in my answer so I have it below the cut. But first ... the boys

Omg karaoke night. What a funny visual this has been to ponder. Who is up on stage first? Gotta be a race between Benny or Pope. Let’s go with Benny 😉 

A little spoiler for anyone reading Delta Landscaping, but Benny is quite talented artistically and can sing. He grew up listening to classic rock and some country …basically whatever his Cousin Joel 😏 listened to (look I know it’s not canon-compliant but I’m going with it lol). Thunderstruck by AC/DC is his go-to, and I have to pay homage to his KISS shirt from the movie and throw in Rock and Roll All Nite. Maybe some Skynyrd…Simple Man seems like a good one for him. 

I also think that Pope is a decent singer, and also a big ham like Benny. He loves a song like Hero by Enrique Igelsias. It’s a little on the nose, which he finds funny, but he can be super dramatic about it and put on a show complete with full-on arm choreography. Another one he likes is Kiss From a Rose by Seal. 

Will and Frankie are the protesters who will need the group pressure to go through with it. Usually Will prefers to watch and laugh at the others guys, but once in a while Benny wears him down enough that they’ll sing Enter Sandman by Metallica together. The guys still remember that one night they were able to convince Will to go up after a cute girl made a comment that all the boys looked like they were in a boy band (yes, Tom was there too). So, they all sang “I Want It That Way” by the Backstreet Boys. The solo parts were dished out as follows: Benny (Nick) and Pope (Brian) and Frankie filled in terribly (but was still oh so cute) for the Howie parts. 

Frankie isn’t going to be the first one to throw his name in the ring, but he can be persuaded after a couple of beers and maybe a shot. It helps if someone goes with him, which Pope is always eager to do. They end up picking some 90’s hip-hop songs like Ice Ice Baby by Vanilla Ice, Push It by Salt N Pepa, or Rapper’s Delight by The Sugar Hill Gang. Basically, Frankie is trying to have fun and he and Pope trade off the verses. 

This was so fun to ponder and was a nice distraction for me from a hectic day so thank you!

#rhoor asks #triple frontier headcanons #triple frontier #triple frontier au #daydreaming about the boys on a Friday afternoon