#i know this ask is a lil old im sorry it took me so long to organize my thoughts

[sanjisboyfie]

shanks being your doting boyfriend

(slightly himbo) shanks x male reader

NOT PROOFREAD mb. small, slight manga spoilers??? sorry guys + LMFAO i hadto ctrl + f every single time i used "arms" and switch it to "arm" also im so soorrryyyy its kinda rlly short.....forgive me also idc???? if this seems ooc to me shanks is just a silly lil guy.

— oh god. the power you hold. you actually singlehandedly could change the course of the entire one piece universe if you wanted to. why??? because one of the four emperors of the sea follows everrything you say like a lost puppy. he hangs off of every word that leaves your lips with a dumb, lovesick grin on his face. his head is empty, just thoughts of you. good thing you use this power of yours for good and keep this man HUMBLE.

"[name], can you please tell your idiot boyfriend to just do the dishes, i can't-"

"beckkkkkk, why are you bothering me and my boyfriend's personal time together?" shanks whined, little spooning his way into your side. his stubble was scratching your skin, making you itchy around your neck and shoulder, especially with the way he was so aggressively nuzzling his head. "we haven't even woken up yet,"

"yeah, and you were supposed to be on cleaning duty last night and you instead chose to spend that time coddling [name], so look where we are now,"

"i'm the captain, goddammit! why do i have to do something like cleaning duty?"

"ask [name], he made that rule,"

shanks' aggressive demeanor turned into putty as he pouted at you. it was not a fitting expression for someone that had a reputation like his and also his age (too old to be acting like a kid).

"babbbbyyy, why are you making us spend less time together? is it because you hate me?"

"shanks, just go fucking do some cleaning in the kitchen. it's a shit show and it's pissing me and the chefs off. get a grip, babe," you scolded, pushing his pouting face away from your own.

with a look of hesitation, shanks finally backed off and got out of bed. as he was putting on a proper pair of trousers on, he was muttering about his own boyfriend was bullying him. his comments went ignored by both you and beck — who was watching with a look of disbelief on his face.

to see his best friend, captain, and one of the four emperors of the sea so easily swayed into doing chores was something he doesn't think he'd ever get used to. no matter how long you and shanks have been together, seeing the red head so obediently follow orders was infathomable.

— shanks -> really intimidating status as captain of the red hair pirates -> turns into complete mush when you walk into the room. without fail, he physically deflates into whatever seat he's sitting in and holds his arm out to you invitingly, waiting for you to sit on his lap.

shanks was supposed to be in serious mode. he was sitting in front of some pretty high ranked marine officials, who were after his crews' heads. he wasn't the type to hold hostages, just to let them go back running to their navy base, but considering the crew was on a vacation of sorts, he needed to know how they were able to track them down.

it lingered in his mind that there was a chance there was a mole in their ranks, but he didn't want to accept that as it would be a painful reality.

"so, how did you know we'd be at this island to recover?" shanks questioned, eyes glaring holes into the marines' faces. they were shaking where they sat, except for one who tried holding a tough demeanor. "i'm not going to do anything to you if you just answer my question,"

just as the marine was about to spill all their information out, the door of the room they were in was slammed open. shanks' haki faltered slightly as he was able to recognize that it was you, and with that imbalance, it sent the marine officers over the edge and made them pass out instead.

you took in the scene, bleakly apologizing for interuppting. shanks didn't have the heart to scold you, so instead he just took you into his arm with a wide grin and said, "no, no, it's alright. i was beginning to miss you anyway, doll. was wondering why you weren't with me," he pouted into your skin, making you laugh.

"turns out one of the lackeys you let on board recently was the reason why these guys showed up out of nowhere," you informed your lover, who hummed in interest, "took a while, but was able to get him to crack under pressure."

shanks sighed in content, hugging you even tighter, "i love you so much, you're so sexy when you take control,"

another laugh escaped your lips as you heard your boyfriend almost drunkenly sing you praises, "it was nothing, the guy had zero resolve anyway,"

"you're so amazing, baby," he continued complimenting into your skin, acting as if there weren't three passed out marine officers in front of you two.

a couple of the lackeys of the crew came bounding into the room and almost froze when they saw their intimidating captain cuddling into your side like an eager puppy.

"u-uhm, captain?" shanks only hummed in acknowledgement as he held you tight to his side. "what do you want us to do with these guys and that bastard traitor?"

"oh, just keep them tied up and then leave them on the shore when we depart — they probably won't survive with all the wildlife around here," shanks hummed, waving his hand dismissively. you were standing in between his legs and he was relishing in the skinship you were allowing him.

"should we tell the rest that we will be setting sail soon then?"

this time you interjected, "yeah, i'll come with you, boys. i'll make moving the bodies easier."

the crew's face lightened up at your familiar kind behavior, but then stiffened when they heard a groan coming from shanks.

"but [name]!! these guys got it, just stay with me longer, please,"

"oh, shut up, idiot. just go back to the main event and lift up the spirits of our crew, they probably wanna hear words from their captain after such a traitorous bastard infiltrated us,"

shanks sighed at your mini lecture, but dragged himself to follow your footsteps. he was holding onto your hand and his feet were practically stomping into the wood.

"who even made me captain, i never asked for this," he sighed, making the crew weakly laugh to fill the awkward silence while you just tried apologizing for your boyfriend, and captain's, idiotic behavior.

— shanks really cherishes the alone time he can spend with you. living your lives as highly wanted pirates makes your daily life hectic. and, thankfully, the foundations of your relationship only led to you two being able to keep that strong trust, respect, and love for each other so alive.

it was nighttime and the ship was rocking ever so slightly with the waves. for once, you switched cuddling positions and had your head resting on shanks' chest. your fingers were drawing mindless shapes on the exposed skin while shanks' arm was squeezing your plushy flesh every now and then.

"you know, i love you so much, right?" he confessed into the night air, the genuineness of his emotions being made obvious with how softly he spoke.

"i love you too," you easily said back, not thinking twice.

"but, do you know i love you?" shanks repeated, sitting up and holding onto your waist to make sure all your attention was directed on him, "i know our lives don't make our lifestyle easier and i know i get really busy when times get rough, but i needed to tell you again that i love you so much [name]."

you grinned at his sincerity, leaning forward and pressing a soft, gentle kiss to his chapped lips. he reciprocated in a second's notice, but you pulled away before he could deepen it (as he usually did whenever you two kissed).

"i know you love me shanks, you are the sweetest lover i can think of. your kindness and humanity remind me everyday that this life is worth living if it's with you," shanks smiled at your words, nudging his forehead against yours to entice you to pull in closer to him.

your lips locked once more in a passionate filled kiss. your bare chests were now skin to skin with one another and it took a couple minutes of desperate kissing for shanks to be satisfied.

and when you finally pulled away and settled back onto his chest, he squeezed you once more and asked, "you've had other lovers besides me?" in reference to what you said earlier.

cue an eyeroll and pinch to his sides to make him shut his pretty mouth for some needed peace and quiet.

#one piece x male reader #x male reader #male reader #one piece imagines #one piece #shanks x male reader #shanks x reader #shanks imagines #one piece shanks #one piece shanks x male reader #one piece shanks imagines

[redskull199987]

Imagine this Y/n is Jack’s granddaughter who got kidnapped when she was 15 years old. They never found her so Jack thought that she is you know 💀. Buuuut one day girl about Fred’s age came to Moriarty’s mansion and William was like How can we help you and she was like im here ti see my grandpa. So after Jack explained everything Willism was like yeah she can stay (so he can f her the same night) BC THEY WERE PLAYING SIMON SAYS BUT SPICY ONE(they have known each other bc Moriarty lived at her place after the incident of there Mansion).

Do tou think you can write rhis?

I am so sorry that it took me that long to write this. I did enjoy it very much In the end. I changed it a little bit tho, but not much. The only difference is that they're playing chess, instead of Simon Says, I hope that's fine^^

A Bet

William James Moriarty x female!reader

Word count: 2.2k

Warnings: mentions of kidnapping, apart from that it's basically just making out, lil bit of fluff

Summary: After years of being away you, the granddaughter of Jack Renfield, finally return to him. How convenient that he lives with the Moriarty family now...

Masterlist

I stumbled through the empty streets of London. It was already late at night, so you could barely spot any people outside. Only here and there, a lonely soul was making their way home.

I was one of them. One of the many lonely souls, who who had to eke out their existence in this city. But today, I was hoping to finally find my home again, my family. Or, what was left of it.

I had almost reached the Moriarty residence. I knew, that I was making a bet here. There wasn't a hundred percent chance of finding my Grandfather Jack Renfield here. He was the only family that I had left. And after finally escaping the family, I was sold to after I was kidnapped when I was 15, my sole goal was to find my grandfather.

And the Moriarty's were the only clue, that I had. I knew that he used to work for them. I had seen them a few times, back then. Back then when everything was still at peace. When London wasn't burning itself up, with half of its residents supporting a murderous genius and the other half trying to bring him down.

My mind kept racing, as I finally reached the door's of the Moriarty residence. It was huge, but that was expected. After all, they were lords.

With shaky hands, I opened the metal gate and made my way to the main entrance.

I could see light inside, which meant that they were still awake, or at least someone was still awake.

I breathed in heavyly, before I climbed the stairs to the door. I looked at it for a few seconds, before raising my hand and knocking loudly three times.

I hadn't realized that I had held my breath in, until the door in front of me opened.

A tall young man with blond hair and mesmerizing red eyes was looking at me.

I had recognized his eyes. It could only be him. The genius.

"William?", I asked, my voice weak.

"Pardon me, young Lady, but do I know you?", He asked politely.

"I am looking for my Grandfather, Jack Renfield.",I explained.

I watched as his eyes widened, when he realized who was standing here in front of him.

"Y/N...is that really you?", he mumbled, a hand raised to rest it on my shoulder.

"Yes.", I stated, "It is really me."

William softly ushered me inside, while taking off my soaked coat. I waited for him to put it down to dry.

He then showed me the way to the living room area.

I noticed several people sitting there. I counted six in total, seven together with William.

They eyed me suspiciously, after noticing us.

"This might be a shock for the most of us, but...", William started, his hand still on my shoulder.

But before he could finish, the man who I had undoubtedly identified as my Grandfather jumped up and walked over to us. He stopped right in front of me, his eyes wide and his hands trembling.

" Y/N", he said quietly, "Is it really you?"

I felt how my eyes started to water:"It's me, Grandpa"

He sniffled before pulling me into his embrace. I held onto him tight. I finally had him back. I had my family back.

A few weeks had passed, since my return. William and his brothers had generously allowed me to stay at their residence.

I had also been let in on their plan to change the nation. And to be honest, to realize that William was the Criminal Mastermind was not hard.

I had also been introduced to Colonel Moran, Fred, Von Herder and Bond.

They were all very different but they worked together perfectly.

And while Fred was very reserved and quiet, Moran and Von Herder were Chaos. Even though, they were a different kind of chaos. While Moran basically started flirting from the first second he saw me (much to the dismay of my grandfather), Von Herder was only passionately ranting about his guns. And as much as I liked listening to his talks, it was a lot more pleasant to talk with Bond and share a nice cup of tea with him. He had also let me in on his story, while I told him mine. I felt like he was one of the few who understood what I had been trough.

Well, apart from William. He was able to read me like an open book. Since I arrived we only had a handfull of interactions. After all he was a busy man, a math professor and criminal Mastermind at the same time.

Nevertheless, it always felt like he knew something that I didn't, when we talked.

He had asked me to join his group on the third or fourth evening already. He explained that he understood if I didn't want to join his cause, it was dangerous after all and with my past. He told me that he couldn't promise to keep me save and out of his business. It would be hard, since everyone who lived here, openly talked about the plans they had.

So, I agreed and William had slowly filled me in over the next few days. Until I knew his plan and everything that they had achieved so far. It was truly exhilarating, but also intimating to see what one group of people could achieve, if they only worked hard enough.

"What are you thinking about?"

I was ripped out of my thoughts, when I heard William's voice behind me. I turned around an granted the young man a smile. My mind started to wander at that thought again. He must've been 23 or 24 by now. Not much older than me.

"I was about to make a tea.", I finally answered his question, as William was still staring at me expecting an answer, "Would you like some as well?"

He smiled politely:"That would be nice. It's strange not to have Louis around."

I nodded at his words. I remembered that William had sent his brother off to a mission a few days ago. He was accompanied by Fred, Moran and Bond. And with Von Herder always hanging out in the basement and Albert being away most of the day, busy with his work as a Lord, William, my Grandfather and me were the only one's left in the residence.

After a few minutes the tea was finished and I reached for two cups, but I couldn't reach them. Louis usually made tea in this house and he was taller than me, so naturally the cups rested higher in the cupboard.

"Mind if I help?", I heard William smile next to me. He gently pushed me aside and grabbed two cups, before handing them to me.

"T-Thank you.",I mumbled. Why was I stuttering?

"No problem", he grinned. I handed him his cup and he made his way over to the sofa.

I watched him for a few seconds, before deciding to go back to my room. I was about to leave, as I heard William call my name.

"Y/N?", he asked.

I turned back around, tea still in my hands:"Yes, William?"

"Would you join me for a party of chess?", he smiled.

I didn't know what to say for a few seconds. Surely, I couldn't win against him, could I? After all, he was a genius.

"Sure.", I smiled and made my way over to him. Why did I say yes?

"What do I get, when I win?", I joked, as I sat down in front of him. William smirked at me, as he started to prepare the game.

"Whatever you want.",he smiled.

I felt how my cheeks reddened at his words. Why was he making me nervous all of a sudden?

"Does the same count for me?", he asked.

"What do you mean?", I said as I made my first move.

"When I win", he explained while moving his first figure,"Do I get a wish?"

I only nodded at his request, too bashfull to open my mouth again. I had to win this, or it would be the end of me. But the smile on William's face made me nervous. Would I be able to win this?

I lost. Hard. He defeated me in minutes. I barely had time to finish my tea. I didn't even realize how he did it this fast, but he did it and now he had a free wish.

"I guess, I shouldn't have betted on this.", I mumbled.

"Probably not.",William chuckled.

I watched as he slowly stood up. He was standing directly in front of me now.

"What is your wish?", I gulped.

William only smiled, before he held out his hand to me. After eyeing it for a few seconds, I raised my own hand to grab his. William gently laced his fingers with mine, before pulling me to my feet.

My eyes widened, as I realized how close we were. My chest pressed up against his and I felt how William gently put his arm around my waist.

What he did next surprised me. His movements were fast. With one swift motion, he sat back down on the sofa behind him. But he had pulled me with him, so that I had landed on his lap.

I gasped, as I felt his soft hands on my waist and his warm body beneath mine.

"William?", I whispered.

"This is my wish, Y/N,", he mumbled and raised a hand. He gently caressed my cheek.

"Just...say stop, if you're uncomfortable and I will stop.", William explained and closed his eyes. He leaned in closer, until his forehead rested against mine.

"It's okay.", I mumbled.

I watched as William opened his eyes again, but he was hesitant so I decided to help him. I raised my hands to rest on his shoulders to pull him closer. My left hand wandered to his tie, pulling him impossibly closer. William finally seemed to understand that I wanted this as much as him.

He overcame the last few inches between us and pressed his lips on mine.

I hummed against his lips. He was soft and unexperienced, but it still felt heavenly. One of his hands rested against my cheek, while his other hand pulled my body flush against his.

"Will...",I mumbled against his lips.

"Yes, my love?", he smiled, while his lips kept kissing the skin that was exposed to him. First my jawline and then my neck. He left a trail of featherlight kisses. My eyes closed at the pleasant feeling of his lips. This was something that I had never experienced before. The gentleness of his touch. His soft lips, his nimble fingers. It was Intoxicating.

A small moan escaped my lips, as William found my sweetpot. His lips kept traveling lower and lower, until he had reached the soft material of my dress. On the other hand I could feel his delicate touch on my thighs. His hands that pushed my dress up higher and higher, untill his hands comfortably rested on the exposed skin of my hips.

"William", I moaned again, "Shouldn't we...?"

William seemed to understand my hint, as he hoisted me up against his hips, his lips never leaving my skin. My arms closed around his neck, as he walked the both of us to his bedroom.

The last thought I had, before his bedroom door closed, was that hopefully, my grandfather didn't hear us. Or anyone else.

I awoke to the soft sunlight tickling my skin. My eyes fluttered open and once I had adjusted to the bright light, I realized where I was. It was William's room.

I wanted to turn around, but I realized that two strong arms were wrapped around me to keep me in place.

"A few more minutes", I heard William mumble against my neck. He pulled me closer against his chest.

"My grandfather will kill us", I mumbled and leaned into his embrace.

"He definitely will", William agreed. I could almost hear the smile on his face.

"It was worth it.",he admitted. His grip around me loosened a bit, so that I could turn around in his embrace.

He had finally opened his eyes, which were Intensely gazing at me now.

I raised me hand to gently comb through his messy hair. William sighed at my actions and let his eyes fall close again.

"It was worth it.", I finally agreed.

William opened his eyes and smiled. I felt how his hands wandered to my waist and he pulled me closer again. He planted a kiss on my forehead.

"I think it's better, if we tell my grandpa now.",I mumbled.

"Something tells me, he already knows", William chuckled.

"How come?", I asked perplexed.

"Darling", he smiled, "It was impossible to not hear us last night."

#Moriarty #Moriarty the patriot #Moriarty the patriot edit #Moriarty the patriot edits #Moriarty the patriot fic #Moriarty the patriot os #Moriarty the patriot x reader #William Moriarty #William James Moriarty #william james moriarty x reader #william moriarty x reader #William Moriarty x female reader #William Moriarty fic #William Moriarty os #Albert Moriarty #louis moriarty #fred pollock #jack renfield #James bond #sebastian moran #Von herder #edit #oneshot #x reader #Anime #Mange #female!reader

[giannathetopgunfanwrites]

Mine Forever?

Adrien Agreste/Chat Noir x F!Reader

Word Count: HELP MY STUPID SELF JUST REALIZED I NEVER PUT THE WC AND ITS BEEN 6.5 MONTHS

Started: November 2021

Finished: 5-13-22

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Request description: Where Adrien Agreste has a fiancée and they were engaged since they were kids, Y/n is the one who is cold and distant towards him but secretly cares for him. She just doesn’t know how to express her emotions. Everyone doesn’t know that Adrien was already engaged to someone else, by the time the reader accidentally discovered that Chat Noir was Adrien, they both started trusting one another. They always got each other’s backs, Y/n would help Adrien to sneak off just to save Paris. Whenever Adrien was badly hurt, from the fight, Y/n is ready to help him. They care for one another; she would always comfort him when he feels down when he has a tiring day. That’s why Y/n is the hardest to akumatize, even Gabriel tries to, but she trusts Adrien the most.

Edit: This just hit 400 notes today, 10/27/22. I posted this back in May. Honestly I'm shocked. (Dont stop liking it, it just baffles me because it's my hated child😭.)

Edit 2: It's 7/13/23. HOW DOES THIS HAVE 965 NOTES QUICKLY APPROACHING 1000😭 Honestly reading it makes me cringe but whatever floats your boat. Ill be back here for 1000.😂

Edit 3: IM BACCKKKKKKK. WE ARE AT 1,031 NOTES ON 8/2/23!!! FIRST POST OF MINE ALONE TO HIT 1000+

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Genre: Fluff, Fanfiction

Warnings: Arranged marriage(?), lil' bit of angst, brief mentions of blood/wounds, cursing(a bit)

A/N: I am SO SO SO SO SO sorry this took so long! Life just was one big punch in the gut after the other after this request came in, not including school. Also forgive me if this turns out to be garbage, I'm trying.😭

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

2 years old

Your mother was taking you to the Agreste mansion today. For what, you didn’t know. However, it would change your life.

Born of a rich Paris family, it wasn’t uncommon for children to have an arranged marriage for when they got older. Your mother and Emilie Agreste have been friends since high school, and your father and Gabriel are business partners, thus at this meeting, they decided you would marry their son, Adrien, when you came of age.

9 years old

Growing up with Adrien was fun but also hard at times. He would spend a lot of time with that Chloe Bourgeois girl, and while you wanted to be like her, it was hard as you had a hard time expressing emotions. Mostly due to the fact that your parents were always busy with their work so you spent most of your time alone in the house or with Adrien. Adrien came home from the Bourgeois residence one day, you were with your mother while she was having a business meeting with Gabriel, so she sent you upstairs with him. He talked about how much fun he had with Chloe and you wanted to say how you wanted to spend more time with him, but, due to lack of emotional expression, you kept silent and gave him a sad smile. But it was worth it to see that look of joy on his face.

14 years old

Today was your first day of high school, and your mother had dropped you off at the Agreste home that morning so you and Adrien could go to school together while she went to work.

“Hello Nathalie,” you said as you entered the house. “Good morning, Miss Y/N, Adrien is in his room.” “Thank you, Nathalie,” you said as you walked past her. You knocked on Adrien’s door, and he opened it a few seconds later, slightly disheveled. You had an amused look on your face and asked, “Did I wake you up?” He responded with a mumble which you took to be a yes. “Adrien it’s 7:30.” (A/N: pretend they start school at 8am like in America lol) He opened his eyes wider, as coming to terms with your statement. “Crap.” He muttered, and quickly let you inside while going to get dressed in the bathroom. You sat at his computer, staring at the image of him and his mother, smiling fondly. You missed her, she was always so kind and inviting. When she disappeared, you comforted Adrien the best you could. Gabriel got stricter on him, making you want to smack him. Little did either of you know what would happen later that day, when Adrien got his miraculous.

15 years old (1/2)

It was Friday evening, you were sitting in his room waiting for him to get home from his Chinese lesson* when an akuma struck the city. You figured Adrien was safe since he had his bodyguard with him wherever his lesson was held. (*Pretend his Chinese lesson takes place outside of the house) After 10 minutes, the akuma was defeated. You had to use the restroom, and when you came back, there was Chat Noir standing in Adrien’s room. But he didn’t see you, and detransformed. Adrien had scratches on his face and a bruise on his arm. He turns around and sees you staring at him in disbelief. “Um- hey Y/N-“ he says awkwardly. "Adrien…how- whatever that doesn’t matter, what matters is you’re injured.” “How did you get this bruise?” “I tripped on the stairs running to transform, but the scratches came from the akuma.” "Okay let's get you patched up."

Needless to say, it was very awkward between you two that afternoon, but you swore you would always protect Adrien’s secret.

15 years old (2/2)

Hawkmoth attempted to akumatize you twice while you and Adrien were 15. Here's what happened:

1st time- Gabriel threatened to remove Adrien from school. You stood up to him but he basically kicked you out of the house so you couldn't see Adrien at home until you straightened up. Of course he was planning to akumatize you. It failed because Adrien called you asking where you were, he wanted to talk to you about a project.

2nd time- You saw Adrien and Marinette laughing and talking together. However illogical, due to the fact that you were secretly engaged to Adrien, you were worried he would fall for her and try to get his father to call off the marriage. You walk into class one day, seeing Mari and Adrien talking and then when they notice you, they immediately go quiet. You run out of the room crying, and slump against the wall somewhere. Adrien went after you, but while he was looking for you, Hawkmoth's akuma landed on your necklace Adrien made for you when you were 6. Upon seeing Adrien running toward you, you renounce the akuma. Adrien pulls you into a tight hug, and confesses that he loves you.

And that he was asking Mari for advice on planning a surprise party for you for your 16th birthday.

17 years old

While you were over at Adrien’s house studying one day, Hawkmoth released an akuma, so Adrien had to transform and leave. Unfortunately, Gabriel was planning this akuma and assigned Nathalie to check on you and Adrien every 10 minutes, to keep Adrien safe. “Y/N I need to go, Ladybug needs help.” “Then go, Adrien.” “But what about Nathalie- she’s going to come in here and find I’m gone.” “Listen I’ll turn the shower on and tell her you’re taking a shower.” It worked, Nathalie never found out, and Adrien got back in time.

18 years old

“It’s over, Hawkmoth!” Chat Noir yelled after landing in the basement.

Hawkmoth chuckled. “Oh? Is it really? There’s something I want you to see.”

Hawkmoth opens the coffin.

And there lies his mother.

You, the current holder of the horse miraculous, Ladybug, and Chat Noir all stare in complete silence.

“I’m doing this to protect her. Your mother…Adrien.”

Adrien looks up at his father, horrified. “H-how…”

“Join me, son. Use your miraculous to take the miraculouses of the Ladybug and the Horse.”

“NEVER. I’LL NEVER JOIN YOU AFTER ALL THE DESTRUCTION YOU’VE CAUSED TO PARIS, AND TO THIS FAMILY.”

The 3 of you then launch into a fierce battle against Hawkmoth for the final time.

22 years old

4 years later, you were getting dressed, putting on the white dress you knew you would one day wear. You and Adrien decided to get married, not because of Gabriel’s arrangement with your parents, but because you had been through so much together, and never wanted to leave the other’s side. Though you had once been worried about Marinette and Adrien falling for one another, you and her grew so close, close enough that she was your maid of honor at the wedding. Gabriel, however, while he was in prison, was allowed to view the wedding through a tablet. You were concerned that Adrien wouldn’t want his father present in any way, but he firmly stated that Gabriel was still his father, and he couldn’t imagine not having him present.

You reached the end of the aisle, walked down it by your father.

As you looked up at Adrien’s emerald eyes, you whispered silently to yourself,

“Mine forever.”

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Again I'm so sorry if this turned out to be garbage.

Please don't steal my work and remember to drink water and that you are loved!

@oyasumimosura thank you for sending this request in, I am so so sorry this took this long. My deepest apologies. And thank you for being my first fanfic requester.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

#adrien agreste x reader #chat noir x reader #cat noir x reader #adrien x reader #miraculous ladybug #adrien agreste #gianna writes #fanfiction #miraculous ladybug fanfiction #mlb chat noir

[ker0senebunny]

meet me behind the mall✫*ﾟ･ﾟ

steve harrington x fem!reader

part ii — 9/25/22

summary: steve was never yours to lose. you went in knowing that, but god, you'd give anything to go back to that summer. a tale of childhood enemies, kisses in cars, and the best summer of your life. inspired by my favorite track from folklore. enemies to almost lovers. focuses primarily on seasons 2, 3, and 4. (angst, fluff, smut)

warnings: afab!fem!reader, language, angst, fluff, smut (18+), dom!steve strikes again except he's a lil meaner, sub!reader, drinking/use of alcohol, but no use of sir or daddy etc, praise + degredation combo yktv, oral (m!recieving, mentions of f!receiving), mentions of penetration (pls remember to practice safe sex!!), mentions of fingering, use of pet names, size kink (for like one second), dirty talk, no use of y/n, kinda asshole!steve but pt ii is gonna be more soft s3 steve. promise. all characters are 18+, beta'd (freakin finally) by @flwersgarden, @royalmaybank, @appocalipse, and @kissmxcheek

word count: 9,596 (jeez. now u all see why it took so long)

notes: first of all: thank you to my absolutely lovely proofreaders/editers/besties. you all are always kind, always encouraging, always loving. you motivate me on my most unmotivated days. i admire you all so much as writers and as wonderful people. with that being said, it's been a while, hasn't it! so sorry for the delay. college is very overwhelming! anyways, as you see above, the sequel will (hopefully) be out in two weeks. this is part i of iii so strap in everybody. enjoy! xox olive

p.s. 500 followers wtf??? thankyou im gonna stinkin cry. and as always, reblogs are greatly appreciated. thank u for the lurv (srsly)

when steve harrington loves someone, he makes it known. which perfectly explains why he didn’t want to make you known.

you wanted him to be the boy who walked you up your driveway, moths fluttering against the porch light overhead. you wanted him to take your chin between his fingers and tilt your lips toward his. you wanted to taste the watermelon lip balm he’d borrowed from you. you wanted him to wait until you unlocked the door, almost slipping inside, before turning around to feel the plush of his lips against yours just once more.

and you foolishly believed that he could be that boy.

instead, you got rushed calls asking you to meet him behind the mall in his BMW and a stupid nickname.

steve was probably your greatest enemy (no, you’re not exaggerating. a years-long feud has earned him that title). but it was fine. after all, you had your best friend robin. the two of you were planning on moving to california after high school, dreaming of a shabby apartment with peeling paint that you’d cover up with photos of friends and posters. maybe you’d coparent a cat. you didn’t even know what you wanted to do with your life, yet. you just couldn’t handle hawkins anymore. it was a drab little town, rusted and decaying. not quite past its prime — there wasn’t really ever a prime. you just wanted more.

steve was your next door neighbor. to say things had been rocky between the two of you would be an understatement. your parents were on good terms, and you and steve used to be sort-of-maybe-kind-of friends.

it all started when an ice cream truck pulled onto your ritzy street. you ran out of your house at full force: nine years old, with one tooth missing in the front. you had begged your mom for her spare change right before you sprinted out the door. you just had to get the last cherry ice pop. but someone was there before you; you watched as the truck driver placed a red “x” over your precious ice pop flavor. you were dejected, preparing to go back inside when you caught a glimpse of a striped shirt out of the corner of your eye. it was steve harrington, your older next door neighbor who lived just over the fence to the right of you. you threw a determined look in the direction of the brown-haired boy before marching up to him. you tapped him on the shoulder and he looked at you, confusedly. you held out your little palm, coins clinking and set in the center.

“i’ll pay you extra for that ice pop,” you said, your mouth set into a serious line. steve seemed interested, quirking his brows up, hazel eyes shimmering in the indiana humidity. “how much do you have?” he asked, nodding at your hand. you counted the coins in your hand. “i have one dollar. and i know you paid fifteen cents for that ice pop. i’ll give you the whole dollar for it.” he pondered your deal for a couple of seconds before saying, “nah, i’m good!” and walking around you, back toward his house. you turned around to chase him as as he walked toward his house. “please, steve! cherry is my favorite,” you begged, putting on your best pitiful face that always worked on your parents and stopping right in front of him. you watched as his face changed, and you thought you’d won. “oh cherry’s your favorite?” he asked. you nodded so vigorously that your summer dress waved in the muggy air. “tough luck,” he said before unwrapping the ice pop and taking a big bite in front of you. you stood there, mouth agape as he exaggeratedly enjoyed what should’ve been your ice pop, right in front of you no less! he licked his crimson-dyed mouth as he threw the barren popsicle stick into the garbage can in his driveway. “see you around, cherry,” he said as he walked up to his porch and slammed the door to his house.

that’s how you became cherry to steve and steve only. he annoyed you every day of your life with that stupid fucking nickname.

on your first day of freshman year, you popped into the entrance of hawkins high with robin, your best friend since middle school. steve saw you, whistled, and yelled down the hall, causing everyone to stare at you: “hey, sweet cherry! look at you, all grown up.” your excited face morphed into a fiery glare as you angrily walked past him, skirt swishing. his goons howled and cackled as you seethed, robin turning around to flip them off.

it wasn’t like the two of you fought every time you were around one another. okay, it totally was. but it was because he was such an insufferable dickhead and you were definitely not going to take his bullshit lying down.

he started dating nancy during your sophomore year, something you learned as you walked to his car in the morning, opening the door to the passenger side before his hand shot out to stop you. you rolled your eyebrows. “steve, i have a big history test today and i’m not in the mood for whatever the fuck you’re doing.” he rolled his eyes back at you. “we’re picking up my girlfriend,” he said, kicking at the loose gravel in his driveway. your eyebrows flew to the top of your forehead. “girlfriend?” your voice rising so high in pitch that it came out as a squeak. “and you haven’t managed to be an utter douche yet?” he rolled his eyes so hard you were afraid they'd get stuck there. “just get in the backseat, cherry,” he said as he slid into the car.

you looked at the smooth leather incredulously as steve adjusted his rearview mirror. you gingerly pushed your bag into the car, making sure your body touched the seat as little as possible. “i don’t even want to know what’s happened back here,” you said as you shuddered. steve caught your gaze in the mirror, a piece of gum popped in his mouth. “y’know, cherry, you’ve had many chances to find that out for yourself,” he said with a teasing lilt to his lips. you scrunched your nose in disgust and made a retching noise. “i’d rather drink a t-shirt through a straw,” you said in a huff. to your surprise, he actually laughed.

you hadn’t been paying attention, choosing to review your history notes one more time and so you didn’t realize you pulled up to the wheeler house. now, you were extra intrigued. steve honked twice and rolled down the window as nancy wheeler approached, giving her a kiss at which you gagged. he glared at you through the rearview mirror.

“nancy, you know cherry. my enemy,” he said as he pulled out of her driveway, a hand on the back of the passenger seat. you saw the veins and tendons in his arm flex under suntanned skin from a summer of lake days and pineapple sunscreen. nancy gave you a shy smile, which you returned. you also told her your real name and explained to her that for some reason, her dipshit boyfriend couldn’t let go of something that happened when you were kids. she laughed prettily at your words and a weird feeling settled on your chest, an unwelcome and quite frankly, bothersome weight. she returned to a gooey conversation with steve, letting you simmer uncomfortably in the backseat.

you blocked out their lovey-dovey-whatever-the-fuck with your flash cards.

you hated yourself for it, but when steve and nancy started falling apart, you were kind of glad. you’d actually gotten pretty close to nancy because of all the carpooling, often seeking one another out during your classes to giggle about something one of the basketball jocks said. so you hated yourself for your glee at seeing them leave separately at a halloween party. you didn’t even really understand why it felt like that intrusive weight had been lifted from your chest. you convinced yourself that you were just relieved that youur dear friend dumped that idiot.

at the moment, you were dressed up in your sluttiest costume, batting away gross high school boys who tried to woo you. you were dressed as a pixie: a form fitting, dark green dress, so short that the distressed skirt barely brushed the top of your thighs. you finished off your look with a cute pair of wings. you were just trying to enjoy the night with robin; the two of you made it a habit to people-watch at these things. well, because drunk people were funny and easy to make fun of. it’s not mean, it’s just the truth.

you saw steve walk in and immediately nudged robin to snort at his stupid risky business costume, but then he took his sunglasses off. and he saw you. and he looked you up and down over the edge of those stupid sunglasses. and he ran his stupid tongue over his stupid pretty mouth. and maybe it was the vodka running through you (cherry flavored of course), but god, in that moment, you just wanted him.

you shook yourself from your lustful stare and broke eye contact with him. he slipped his glasses back on and followed a very distressed looking nancy deeper into the party. again, probably the cherry vodka, but you didn’t seem to notice her coming your way. she called your name to get your attention and an easy smile made its way onto your face. “nance!” you giggled as you moved to squeeze her. she laughed at your tipsy self and made sure that you were okay before giving steve an unsure look and getting herself a drink. you were left with steve as he took off his sunglasses again, just to look you in the eye. you looked to your left, but robin was nowhere to be seen.

“you look good, cherry,” he said lowly, taking you in once again.

your breathing was a little uneven. “tha-thank you,” you said, looking at your green fingernails against the red of the solo cup in your suddenly clammy hands. he leaned one arm against the wall behind you, blocking your view of the kitchen.

“really good,” he said at a volume only you could hear. you shuddered as you felt blood rush to the surface of your cheeks, warming them to the touch. it was definitely the alcohol in your body because here you were, getting horny over steve fucking harrington. a) your enemy and b) the boyfriend of one of your friends. thank god said friend returned that instant, pulling steve away to dance, seemingly refreshed by a shot of tequila. you gave nancy's hand a squeeze before she left, mouthing the words “call me later” at her. you thought that something was off with her. obviously, she was still grieving barb’s death - something that she confided in you. but you had a feeling that there was more there.

sometimes, it’s scary how on the nose you are with things.

at least an hour ago, robin told you that she was going to walk home with vickie, a girl who was in marching band with her. you were a comfortable amount of tipsy: the kind of drunk where every blink feels like a new, warmly-tinted world. but not so drunk that you’d make catastrophic decisions.

you didn’t need alcohol to do that.

you decided that it was time to leave. you’d finally gotten bored of watching all the people you knew make a fool of themselves. you walked outside, past cups littered on the lawn and through the october chill, to see steve sitting in his car - alone. you furrowed your brow before crossing your arms to create a little warmth and walking over. you gently knocked on the driver’s side window, startling the boy. he had a vacant look in his red-rimmed eyes. steve rolled down the window before sighing out, “cherry, i’m really not in the mood to fight right now.”

now you had to know what happened.

“i’m not here to fight with you,” you said as you leaned in closer, “i saw you when i came out and just wanted to check in.” you said it so plainly, like it was an obvious truth and not a huge contradiction to the entirety of your relationship. steve felt like his lungs had started again. he rolled up the window before pushing open the passenger seat door. you’d just barely settled into the seat and closed the door before he said, “nance told me she doesn’t love me.” you turned to face him. “steve, she was super drunk-“ he looked at you with more raw emotion than you’d ever seen from him. “cherry.” he stopped you in the middle of your sentence. “i know that she meant it.” you didn’t know what to say. you didn’t know how to handle comforting the one person you’d hated for what felt like a lifetime.

you turned your whole body to face him before stretching across the console to give him an awkward hug. he went stiff in your grasp as you looped your arms around his shoulders. “what the hell are you-“ “shut up, dipshit,” you said, “i’m giving you a goddamn hug. just accept it. you can win her back, y’know? you can be sort of sweet, sometimes.” he actually relaxed at your words and pushed his cheek into the space between your collarbone and your neck. you felt him inhale against your skin and your flesh pebbled. he slowly wrapped his arms around you too, pulling you into him. you squeaked in surprise and he chuckled, the warmth and the vibrations of his low voice extended through your entire being. “thank you, cherry. needed this.” you hummed. “of course, steve. i don’t actually hate you, did you not know that?” you felt him shrug. “honestly? i couldn’t tell.” you threw your head back and laughed, the sound taking up the small amount of space in his car. as you stopped laughing, you noticed that you were almost on his lap, your hands moving to rest against his broad chest. his pretty pink pout inched closer toward yours. there was a fraction of an inch between the two of you. “steve,” you said softly into the air between you two, “we can’t. there’s still nance to think about. you haven’t actually broken up yet.” he shook his head, a hand coming to rest on your hip. you could feel the warmth of his hand through your flimsy skirt. “there’s no nance. there’s only you right now, cherry.”

when steve harrington kisses someone, he wants them to feel it. and he wants them to feel it everywhere.

you definitely did.

he pushed his silken lips to join yours, sending you into a spiral, body thrumming with feverish passion. his kiss was needy, as if you were a replacement for someone else but he just needed someone. but you didn’t care. because that wasn’t the craziest thing about this…entire experience. your arms had wound themselves around his neck, his arms around your waist, tugging you across the console.

of course, you tasted like cherries. steve groaned as he caught your bottom lip in his teeth, silently asking you to open your mouth for him. your little gasp allowed him to slip is tongue into your mouth; his big hands tugging you even more into his lap. he kissed you like it would be the last thing he ever did on this godforsaken earth. you clumsily crawled to his seat, planting yourself in his lap. you both laughed into the kiss, before melding your lips together once again. he kissed you breathless, watching as your lips shone with a mixture of his and your spit. he pulled you toward him to plant another passionate kiss on your mouth, before making his way down your neck. steve sucked little bruises into the column of your throat and savored the taste of your sweet soap. he left a vine of dark, blooming spots as you writhed and shivered on top of him. you pitched your hips over his, causing your clothed core to run over the ridge of his growing bulge. he kissed all the way down to your chest, running his hands up and down your sides, causing you to shiver. he bit down gently on the swell of your left breast, gently sliding his hand under the delicate strap of your dress, pulling down on the elastic to reveal your entire breast. you pushed your chest forward and he grunted out a laugh as he wrapped his pink pout around your stiffened, pert nub. you were throwing your head back to give him more access to your tits, lost in the pleasure, when suddenly his horn beeped — startling you both. you looked at him with your matching kiss-stung lips, your eyes wide. he was still breathing heavily.

you looked at the dark sparkle of steve’s eyes and the flush to the tips of his ears. you smiled down and leaned in to kiss him, but he turned his head. you stopped abruptly, smoothing down his collar in a calming motion. “is everything okay?” you asked delicately. even though your bodies were pressed together, you and steve couldn't have been further from one another. he ran a hand over his face and sighed. “i can’t do this cherry.” you gave him a small smile of pained understanding and slid off of his lap.

he put the car into drive.

the ride toward both of your houses was silent, save for the wind rushing past the window you opened. you’d needed to cool off after what had just occurred; you may have betrayed one of your friends by furiously making out with her boyfriend (who she thinks you hate) and you kissed steve harrington. the boy who gave you the dumbest nickname he could think of so he could use you as personal entertainment.

because that’s what he does. he uses people.

steve pulled up to your house, and as you moved to open your door, he gently took your wrist in his hold. you halted your movements, turning your head to look at him. “i just want you to know that this didn’t mean anything, cherry. it can't.” you felt as if your brain had plummeted to your feet. you blinked in shock. “what do you mean?” you asked, arms crossed in front of you, brows high. “that. in my car. it didn’t mean anything to me.” you were stunned. he kissed you first, and when you reciprocated, he reciprocated with even more fervor. you scoffed before exiting his car. “you’re never going to find ‘the one’ if you keep treating girls like shit, steve.” you slammed his car door, causing him to jump a little at the force. you trudged up the stairs to your porch as shameful tears burned at your waterline.

you heard the quiet rumble of his car as he waited for you to safely enter your home. your fingers trembled in the crisp fall air as you slipped through your door. he simply turned to go to his house. you could see the marks your teeth had left, lavender and garnet winding their way around his neck.

(and then he had the audacity to ignore you for almost an entire week.)

your parents were asleep as you padded up the carpeted stairs. you quietly shut the door to your room, running your hands over your face. there was a post it left atop the phone on your nightstand — a note from your mother. it said that you had a call from nancy and to make sure that you called her back. your still shaking hands picked up the phone, dialing the wheeler family’s number. your slightly drunken brain was all muddled, from both the alcohol and the memory of steve’s plush kisses seared into your skin. so muddled, in fact, that you’d barely remembered that it was past midnight. thankfully, it seemed that nancy was awaiting your call, picking up after only a few rings. you waited for her to say something, calling out her name gently to get her attention, closing your eyes as sobriety started to make your head ache.

”steve and i broke up.”

your eyes popped open in surprise. “what? why?” you spluttered, unsure how to support her. she seemed subtly different — distanced, even. “i don’t think i ever loved him,” she said. she sounded exhausted. “i’m so sorry nance,” you said, heart making a dull, incessant thudding in your ribcage. sure, on a technicality he’d been single, but now he was your friend’s ex. she sighed into the phone. you could picture her curling and uncurling the thick, coiled wire as she talked to you. “eh, it was for the better. he just used me to prove that he could get me, y’know? i don’t think he actually wanted me.” you didn’t say anything. of course you knew better. of course you knew that he did, in fact, actually love her. “what an asshole!” you said indignantly, “give me the word nance and i’ll climb into his room from mine and rock his shit.” her laugh trickled out of the tiny speaker, crackled but joyous. “you always make me feel better,” she said to you in earnest, “thank you. you’re just one of those people who would never hurt me. i’ll call you tomorrow.” your pulse seemed to fall out of your body. but you didn’t tell her that; she needed the you she knew, not the you who almost fucked her ex two seconds after they broke up. “of course, nance. i love you.” that’s what you settled on. you both bid one another good night and hung up the phone. you grabbed your stuffed teddy and curled around it, falling just on the line between consciousness and sleep.

you had a reputation of being a good babysitter so when claudia henderson calls, you pick up. dustin was one of your favorite kids in hawkins, constantly making you laugh with his quips and contagious smile. on that particular fall weekend morning (claudia had a wedding to go to), dustin was determined to see steve. he kept dragging out your name, pestering you with a whiny tone of voice. “please!” he said as you spread mustard on his sandwich at the kitchen counter. “absolutely not!” you sang, keeping up with your rhythmic smearing. dustin groaned and put his head on the counter like a toddler. he said something, but it was muffled by the granite surface. “come again?” you said with a small smile on your face at his antics. dustin raised his head, blowing curls away as they blocked his vision. “he’s just helping me look for dar— i mean, for mews. please?” you sighed at his pleas. you couldn’t deny that your heart clenched at the thought of the innocent boy and his missing cat. “fine,” you said, rinsing off the knife you’d been using and giving dustin his lunch. “but i’m not letting you out of my sight. i’m in charge. capiche?” he nodded and thanked you through his chewing, oblivious to the storm rampaging through your mind at the thought of seeing steve.

you’d been trudging through dry leaves for what felt like hours, but was probably more like 20 minutes. when you’d arrived at this shady meeting spot with dustin, steve spat out your name. you winced internally at the omission of the nickname you claimed to hate. “what’s she doing here, henderson?” he asked, with venom lacing his voice. as if you were the one to initiate a kiss, tell him that it meant nothing, and ignore you for no reason. he was giving dustin quite a look, one you took to mean that he didn’t want you there because of the kiss. what you didn’t know was that steve wanted you as far away as possible from the dangers of the upside down. but of course, you had no idea that steve and dustin had been through literal hell together. “i’m in charge of dustin for today, so i’m staying,” you said, crossing your arms and raising your eyebrows in a challenge. “stubborn as always, cherry,” he said into the empty forest, not even bothering to look at you.

so, you spat back, “fuck you, harrington.”

“almost did, baby,” he said over his shoulder.

your mouth was agape. your vision turned white hot with rage at his immaturity. so you did what any rational person would do.

a crack rang out and spread throughout the wood. steve held his cheek where an imprint of your delicate hand was beginning to redden. your own hand stung from the force with which you slapped him, a tingle spreading through your palm. dustin looked on with shock in his big brown eyes. steve just turned toward the abandoned railroad track and began walking, rubbing his jaw.

the two of them were spreading meat all over the forest floor, and when you’d asked, dustin had given you some half-baked excuse. you couldn’t bring yourself to believe it, but you were so stressed out that you let it slide. you walked with your arms crossed to keep out the autumn bluster that permeated your cream-colored sweater. the red ribbon in your hair blew gently in the breeze, and steve thought about his hands embedded in your hair, his mouth on yours, you, in his car. in his bed, waking up to your face. he returned to the present when he heard you ask dustin about if he was sure "mews" was in this “creepy forest.”

you were looking at steve, too. he looked a little too good in his jeans and gray members only jacket. his hair was coiffed over as per usual, but you kept thinking about how you’d mussed it beyond repair the last time you saw him. you felt embarrassment and a little excitement rush to your cheeks as you tried to look anywhere but at him and his stupid, perfect face. and he had a bat with nails in it. why he took it with him to look for a cat, you didn’t know. but it was kind of hot.

he’s a dick, you quickly chastised yourself.

“dude, that’s not how you impress a girl,” you heard steve say. you were intrigued. you knew that dustin probably also told steve about his crush on max, and steve being just so good with girls was about to give him some advice.

“i don’t know. you’re trying way too hard,” steve continued.

dustin rolled his eyes in exasperation. “well, not everyone can have your perfect hair. alright?” he retorted.

steve rolled his eyes right back. “it’s not about the hair, man. the key with girls is just…just acting like you don’t care.”

you snorted at that, causing both of them to turn to look at you. steve narrowed his eyes as you challenged his words. “got something to add, cherry?” he said with that tone of voice that made you want to tackle him. a small smile made its way to your pretty lips. the same lips that steve couldn’t get himself to stop thinking about. “that’s not how you show a girl that you like her.” dustin was suddenly enraptured by your perspective. “what do i have to do? tell me!” the boy begged you. you laughed at his urgency. “show her that you do care. communicate with her. be clear about what you want with her,” you said with certainty, before continuing, “be kind to her. do something for her that you know she’ll like.” steve was silent. you thought he was upset by you stealing his thunder, but really, he was deep in thought. why was he thinking about you? why was he thinking about how he kept your favorite watermelon lip balm in his car (just in case you needed some. he definitely didn’t use it to see what you’d taste like)? why was he thinking of sneaking through your window to kiss you silly and wake up with his face in your neck, your hands on his back? why was he thinking of you, his cherry, instead of nancy? he blinked to clear his mind of thoughts of you, before grumbling something about the light disappearing.

on that day, you were supposed to be watching dustin. except for the fact that the child you were supposed to keep safe, was very much indeed, missing. you’d called him down for dinner over 15 minutes ago. he told you that he was going to do some homework after your excursion with steve. when no response came from his room, you’d searched the entire henderson household, frantically moving shower curtains and drapery aside. you almost gave up when you saw that the laundry room window was open, and you knew that your favorite little shit had gotten out. you went out into the living room to center yourself as you felt panic sink in. a loud crackle brought you out of your deep breathing. it was one of dustin’s extra walkie talkies on the coffee table. you grabbed it and fiddled with the dial until you heard small voices calling dustin’s name. “dustin! where are you? we’re almost at the junkyard.” a beep, another crackle. “almost there! it was tough to get out, guys. give me a break.” it was dustin. your mind went into protective mode as you shoved your feet into your converse and grabbed the walkie talkie. you rushed outside and took one of the spare bikes in the hendersons' garage before booking it to the old junkyard, the light sinking beneath the horizon and dusting the world around you in night.

when you arrived, you saw dustin and lucas (whom you knew), along with a redheaded girl and wait— steve? “dustin!” you yelled, worry evident in your voice. everyone’s heads whipped toward you, all four sets of eyes equally as wide. you marched toward the group, wading through the darkness and the heavy fog, fully prepared to drag dustin home. “cherry, you can’t be here,” steve said, taking a step toward you. “don’t tell me what to do, harrington. i mean nothing to you, remember?” steve didn’t know how to respond. his mouth moved as he reached for some way to tell you, no, cherry, honey. i can’t let you see this.

“i’m staying,” you said with finality. steve moved to protest again, but you both jumped at a rattling nearby. something growled and steve raised his bat. “cherry, take the kids and get in the bus,” he said, eyes flitting around — alert. “eat shit harring-” “cherry,” he said. he said that stupid nickname like he’d never said it before, urgently, tenderly, begging. you nodded breathing out a little “okay” as you herded the children toward the rusty vehicle. you all peered out as steve called to the creature, taunting it. lucas was looking through his binoculars when he gasped. “steve,” he screamed. “watch out!” steve kept his eyes trained on the monstrosity emerging from the fog. “a little busy here,” he said, licking his lips in anticipation of a fight. “three o’clock!” lucas yelled again. before you knew it, dustin was running toward the bus door, throwing it open, and calling steve’s name, and yelling “abort! abort!” you pulled dustin back in, hands trembling as you saw one of the creatures lunge at steve. he dodged successfully, rolling over the hood of a desolate car. another one launched itself at him and your heart seized in fear. luckily, he was fast enough to swing his bat at it; it landed with a half-whimper, half-growl. you realized that you were screaming now too.

“steve! hurry!” you cried, desperation tearing through in your voice. he was running now, running harder than ever now that he’d heard your sobs for him. he jumped in at the last second, just as you threw your arms out and shut the door. the creature’s body landed with a sickening thud against the door. more creatures gathered with the original, scratching at the door and shaking the bus. you scrambled to get the kids behind you as steve fortified the door. one broke through the door; everyone was yelling but you pushed the kids to the back of the bus as steve beat the monster with his bat. you joined him at the front, taking a nearby metal rod to help, knocking the beast to the ground, where it heaved weakly. one of its brethren saw your attack and charged at you. steve reacted in a heartbeat. he was on the monster in an instant, viciously hitting it with his bat. after a few more seconds, the creature made a shuddering move before laying still. the one previously attacking steve seemed to orient itself. it snarled, all dripping teeth and ragged growls, and threw itself at steve. he was unsuccessful, and to your horror, was about to go for steve’s throat. your name was caught on his tongue as he looked to you for comfort, for anything. and he saw it in your eyes. he saw everything you were afraid to tell him. but then, the monsters seemed to be enchanted by something, something you couldn’t perceive. they suddenly leaped out and off of the bus. relief flowed through your veins as you realized everyone was in tact. steve was in tact. you noticed that the two of you were smushed together as the kids regrouped next to you. you both pretended not to notice that steve’s arm was encircling your waist, rubbing at the sliver of skin that your top revealed.

“what the fuck was that steve?” you breathed out. you felt his chest rise beneath your back. “a demodog.” “a what?” he sucked in a breath, tensing underneath you, before launching into an explanation about all things upside down. at the end of his rant, you were quiet. “that’s why i didn’t want you here,” he said as if he weren’t sure you’d be listening. but you were; he held your attention fully. “i didn’t want you to have to see this.” you turned to face him, interlocking your fingers. “well, i’m sure as hell not leaving you now, harrington.” “as if you could ever stay away from me, cherry baby.”

oh, how right he was.

since steve had revealed the upside down to you, the two of you had been through a lot. more than the average enemies would go through together. he’d been beaten up by billy hargrove (someone you never particularly liked), and you’d sobbed over his bruised face, blood crusting in the little fissures left by billy’s knuckles. he’d woken up, dizzy and in pain to feel the wetness of your tears on his face. “i’m okay, cherry. look at me, hey? i’m fine,” he said, reaching up to put his palm on your cheek. he kept a secure hold on you as you traversed the complex tunnels, crushing you into his chest when he thought you two were about to die in a herd of inter-dimensional monsters. you’d both pulled away quickly, cheeks warm and clearing your throats nervously. surely enemies do that, right?

so now, steve was only more of a pain in your ass. especially since he made your heart flutter, since he made you perk up at just one whiff of rosemary and laundry detergent.

when starcourt mall opened up over the summer, robin got a summer job. the hendersons didn’t really need you as much this summer, and you already had a pretty good babysitting gig going with the waldens who lived on the other side of you. so in your spare time, you’d go visit your best friend.

the only issue was that steve pain-in-your-ass harrington worked with her.

sure, the free ice cream may be worth it, but was it really worth it to see him? especially after that halloween night. at the end of the day, you loved robin more and could shove the stinging thrill of seeing steve to the bottom of your stomach.

the only issue was that he looked too damn good in his dumb fucking sailor uniform. and you kept thinking about kissing him again.

both robin and steve were working today; you were perched behind the counter on a stool that robin had designated for you. though you’d tried to forget about "it" and him, you just couldn’t. yeah, you asked him to forget, but it seemed like he remembered it just as vividly as you did. the two of you tried to stay on opposite sides of the store, which was difficult considering that it was extremely small. and the area behind the counter just had to be narrow. he’d brush by your legs, causing your spine to stiffen and a sharp inhale to make its way down to your lungs. he’d grace you with a faint, “sorry, cherry.” you’d tuck your legs in closer to your seat. you wouldn’t — and couldn’t — look each other in the eye. robin, on the other hand, was completely oblivious, chattering away to you both. you’d noticed that the two of them were getting closer. you weren’t the type of person to tell your friends who they could and couldn’t be friends with, but robin knew that steve used to be your enemy. not used to be, you reminded yourself, he is my enemy.

it was one of the slower days that june — the morning of what would inevitably become the friday rush. the store was quiet, save for the hum of the freezer. you were enjoying your sample of cherry-almond swirl as robin checked the freezer one last time. “shit,” she muttered, sliding one of the frosted doors open. you cocked your head at her, spoon still in your mouth. robin turned to steve. “i have to go refill the cookies and cream. we accidentally put two chocolate chips in. be right back!” she was out the door before either you or steve could offer your help in the larger freezer in the back (aka avoid one another). the hum of the fluorescent lights was louder, grainier, invading your headspace. the edges of the plastic spoon now stung the sides of your mouth and the almond flavor left a bitterness on your tongue. you took the spoon out and chucked it into the “used spoons” cup, all the way from your little stool. “nice shot,” steve said, causing you to whip your head around to look at him, surprise sparking in your eyes at the sound of his voice. “thanks,” you said dryly. it was quiet for a beat before you took the initiative to speak again. “i don’t think i’ve ever told you, but i’m sorry about you and nance,” you said. he gave you a tight smile. “right,” he said, “you two are close.” you mirrored his smile. “yeah. i know you tried your best,” you said awkwardly. “thanks. i just don’t know if i’m meant to have her,” he said with melancholy weaving through his words. steve looked like he wanted to say something else. just as he opened his mouth, you both turned toward the door as you heard robin mumbling about how heavy the ice cream was. steve quickly turned toward you, “meet me behind the mall. after my shift. please?” you nodded slightly, suspicion clouding your eyes. he reached out to squeeze your hand, moving toward the register and giving the standard scoops ahoy greeting as the afternoon rush began.

steve had left scoops maybe fifteen minutes ago. you nibbled at your lip, another spoonful of cherry-almond swirl left a sweetness on your tongue. the coldness sitting in your mouth faded away as you checked the clock again. robin looked at you as you raised your eyes toward the clock again.

“go.”

“what?” you said, only half paying attention, lost in your thoughts about a certain boy’s freckles.

robin dragged out your name with a playful impatience.

“go.” you furrowed your brow as she plunged the scoops ahoy’s grey shag of a mop into soapy water. “dude, it’s okay. i’m getting a ride from my mom. i don’t know who this is about, but if you look at the clock one more time i’ll never give you my blessing to be with them,” she said as she slapped the mop on the tiled floor.

you looked at robin, still chewing your lip, plastic spoon in hand. “you sure, robbie?” she flashed you a toothy smile. “promise, cherry,” she said with a wink. “don’t you dare call me that, buckley,” you said as you tossed your spoon and pulled on your cardigan. she cackled as you swung open the door, turning left toward the parking lot. you made a sharp right through the food court to get to the back of the mall. through the smudgy, glassy exterior, you could see steve’s face illuminated by the lights in his BMW. you took a calming, deep breath as you pushed through the doors. steve’s windows were open; you could hear music coming out (you could swear that it was the talking heads). you smiled unconsciously at his choice. maybe somewhere along the line, in between dusty, rotting alternate dimensions and “placid” morning car rides, he’d listened when you blabbered on about your favorite band.

he heard you approaching and suddenly straightened up, running a hand through his hair. “hey, cherry,” he said breathily. “hi,” you said plainly, still suspicious about this whole meetup. “i just want to say that i’m sorry,” he said. you looked at him unimpressed; after all, he did have quite a few things to apologize for.

“for that night, at the halloween party.” you caught his eyes when your head snapped to your left, a wide, pained look mirrored in your own irises. your silence scared him — he’d expected more yelling. he deserved it. he huffed out a tiny sigh, before speaking again: “i missed you. i missed having you around because cherry, i don’t hate you. i really don’t. our little arguments or whatever? those were the best part of my day. and then they stopped because i fucked up.”

you smiled at that, and he mirrored it: the prettiest smile you’d ever seen. he laughed a little, “but i couldn’t stop thinking about you and how i missed the smell of your cinnamon gum in my car.” your eyes were softer now, glistening with something between a kind forgiveness and an inkling of playfulness. “and then we got thrown into the upside down and didn’t really get to talk about it since, y’know, we could’ve died at any moment? and then i found myself still missing you, because all that wildness wasn’t enough.”

you let the sentence hang in the air before telling him, “i missed you too, harrington.”

you’d barely noticed that you and steve were drifting closer and closer together. you felt little puffs from his plump lips brush over your own pout. “cherry-” he started. “steve,” you pleaded, hands spreading across his chest. he pulled back a little, grabbing your hand gently when he saw hurt flash over your features. “i just want you to know that i’m not looking for anything serious.”

oh. of course.

he sucked in a breath through his teeth as your face hardened into steely ire. “i really loved nancy. i can’t get over her that quickly.” you pulled your hand from his. “but cherry, i can’t stop thinking about you. and that night, god. i just keep thinking about what i would’ve done to you if we hadn’t stopped.”

something heavy settled in the pit of your stomach, the feeling making its way into your core.

“show me,” you said.

he smiled that harrington smile before slotting his lips against yours again — deeper, frenzied, hungry, like he wanted to pull the taste of cherry-almond swirl from your mouth.

(“show me,” you had said. what you really meant was, “i’ll take any part of you that i can get.”)

you felt him harden in his jeans, his cock pressing up against the rigid seams. he hissed as you trailed your hand down his chest, toward his bulge. you looked up at him, eyes glittering and so sinfully innocent. you pressed a kiss over where his arousal was evident and his eyes rolled back in his head. “cherry, baby, honey. i could cum in my pants if you touch me like that one more time.” you smiled at that, delicate hands palming him gently, kissing his neck a pretty sea of pinks and reds, and reaching toward his zipper. “jesus, fuck. cherry,” he rasped as he pulled your head off of him by the back of your pretty locks. your neck was craned back as you looked into his dark hazel eyes. “are you going to be a good girl for me?” he asked with a taunting lilt to his throaty voice. you nodded. he smirked. “words, cherry.” “yes, i’ll be your good girl, steve,” you said, hands already wandering, mouth watering at the thought of his scent, his cock, anything — all over you. he tutted at your ministrations, pulling you off of him once again. “good girls listen to directions,” he said, lips twitching into a smirk.

“bad girls don’t get to cum.”

his hand that was holding your head had changed position, reaching to grasp your chin between his fingers, squishing your cheeks a little.

“do you think you’ve been a good girl, cherry?”

you mumbled out a soft “no” around the restriction of his fingers.

he kissed you after you answered, a soft, plush press of his lips against yours. you tilted your head forward to get more from his mouth, more from him. but he pulled away and you whined. “you’ve been bad, cherry. so now i’m gonna fuck that pretty mouth,” he growled as your thighs clenched. it didn’t go unnoticed, and steve was not-so-secretly proud of himself that he got you flustered. “and if you touch yourself, you will be punished. got it?” he said, cementing his rules in you. at the talk of punishment, steve sobered up for a second.

“what’s our safeword gonna be, princess?”

“starcourt?” you suggested. he smiled.

“perfect. now, if you let me fuck your mouth and use you as my little cocksleeve, maybe you can cum,” he said so sweetly, as if he needed to wrap you around his finger more. you suckled at his neck as you unzipped his jeans, tugging impatiently to get them off. your mouth watered at the thought of his cock; it was probably pretty and red and leaking — all for you. his boxers were next. his cock sprang out of the confines of his boxers, slapping the leaking tip onto his stomach. he exhaled as the cooler air of the car hit his shaft. he held out his palm to you as you admired his length. “spit,” he commanded. you tucked your hair behind your ears and did as he instructed. he took his hand and used your spit to slick up his member. you only just realized just how big it was, biting your lip nervously. he noticed, of course. “what’s wrong, angel?” he said, reaching toward you to rub your lower back gently. “is it gonna fit in my mouth?” you pouted. you wanted it to. like, really wanted it to. he glowed at your innocent question. “it will eventually, baby. maybe not today, but someday soon.” his words seemed to comfort you and you happily took over stroking his shaft with your spit. he threw his head back against the headrest. “fuck, cherry. s’much better than i imagined. so much better.” now it was your turn to glow, thinking about steve fucking his fist in the shower, in his bed, to the thought of you, his childhood enemy. your body felt warm all over and so you took a leap, sponging an experimental peck onto his reddened tip. his hips jolted forward at your touch, causing your eyes to widen and you to pull back. “shit. sorry, honey. just can’t get enough of you,” he said with a gentle stroke to your head. “s’okay, stevie,” you replied sweetly, “wanna make you feel good.” you then bravely dove forward and slotted your mouth over his cock, swirling your tongue around the head and gagging as you took as much of him as you could. his eyes rolled back into his head and he threaded his fingers through your hair. “holy shit, cherry,” he said, “so good. so wet, so warm f’me.” once you figured out how to breathe through your nose, you slowly started bobbing your head up and down. you hollowed out your cheeks, stroking what couldn’t fit in your mouth (yet). on one of your little moves, your teeth grazed the underside of his cock, where a vein bulged. he hissed and you felt more precum spurt from his tip. you ran your tongue over it to soothe the sting your teeth left, worried that you’d made a mistake. but the unmistakable “fuck, just like that, cherry” from above you was enough to reassure you.

you pulled off for a breather, pressing wet, sloppy kisses up and down his length as you recovered. he was just about to ask if you were okay before you took initiative again, taking him further down your throat this time. he gasped and moaned and whimpered and you were in heaven. you were surrounded by him: his musk, his heavy balls gently held in your hands, the hard muscle of his thick, hairy thighs trapping your head. “can i hold your head, angel?” he asked you, ever so gently. you nodded while keeping yourself latched onto his cock, the heavy weight on your tongue oddly comforting. he gently grasped the back of your hair in one hand before thrusting his hips into your mouth, feeding his cock into your warm, wanton mouth. you gagged a little in surprise, but steve held your hair tighter and told you to just relax your throat. at his words, you did (well, you tried with a little whine), and he slipped in further. the spit that had gathered at the corners of your lips started to spill over as you attempted to take him all the way. you hadn’t expected yourself to be getting this wet over him getting off, but here you were, making a mess of your cotton panties as you sputtered choked, eyes glossy from tears. your throbbing pussy was visible through the sheerness of the fabric that your wetness had left. you pressed your thighs together to garner some relief for your poor pulsating cunt, but you remembered that if you were good, you’d get to cum too.

steve was thrusting into your mouth now, enraptured by the warmth of your wet tongue and swollen lips — the same mouth that he dreamed about kissing almost every night. he moaned above you at the sight of your spit-slicked lips, how your eyes were wide and dumb as he fucked your throat. "holy shit, cherry. my perfect little slut, such a good little whore f'me," he panted. you locked eyes with steve as his dick rapidly plunged in and out of your tight throat and at your heated gaze, he was cumming. hot, salty ropes hit the back of your throat. you made a little noise of satisfaction, humming around his shaft as your mouth filled with his seed. steve shot one last load into your mouth, groaning out your name — your real name — and collapsing, almost boneless in his seat. you pulled your mouth off of him, swallowing his load and giving the still-flushed head a soft kiss. he tasted salty and woody. you felt syrupy slick rush out of your fluttering hole at the taste left on your tongue. he ran a hand through his hair, cheeks red, still breathing heavily. “open your mouth,” he said, looking at you and tapping your cheek lightly. you did as he asked and stuck out your tongue for good measure. he gave a pleased hum when he saw your tongue dart out to lick a little bit of his seed that was left on the corner of your mouth. “good girl. you swallowed,” he said. you burned at his praise. "thank you, stevie," you said shyly. he bent down to sprinkle kisses across your face.

your cheeks glowed with arousal as his hand gently gripped the back of your neck, casually keeping you in the palm of his hand. he slanted his mouth over yours, swiping his tongue over your own and hummed when he tasted a remnant of himself in your waiting mouth. you smiled into the kiss, the vibrations tickling your pretty pout. he pulled back, his eyes and lips shining. suddenly he was pushing a hand through his hair and checking himself out in his rearview mirror. you looked at him, mouth pursed in confusion and discomfort at the pressure between your legs. “steve,” you whined. “what’s up, cherry baby?” he said as he gently buckled you in. “don’t i get to cum? i was so good,” you begged, grabbing his bicep between his smaller palms. the polyester of his scoops uniform shifted under your pawing hands as he extended his arm behind your headrest, tendons flexing as he reversed out of the parking lot.

“you were a good girl, but only after you had my cock in your mouth.”

so that was it? he wasn’t going to get you to your release? your mouth fell agape and you detached yourself from the boy, sliding back in your seat and watching hawkins speed by.

suddenly, you were pulling up to your house. your parents had left the foyer light on, keeping the entryway to your house bathed in its soft brilliance. it felt like déjà vu; you, flustered and exiting steve’s car after he’s been an asshole to you — yet again.

you resolved to never see him again as you cursed yourself for thinking he’d changed. but this time, he gently tugged you to him, saying your name quietly, and lifting your chin up to tilt your precious face toward his. he pressed a soft kiss to your lips, one that filled the small space of his car with your deep inhale. you decided that this was your favorite kiss with him that you’d ever had. you looked at him with little hearts in your eyes as he smoothed your wildly messy hair back. he smiled at you, gently purring “don’t you dare touch yourself tonight.” you opened your mouth defiantly at his orders. he shushed you with a quick kiss to the corner of your lips that left you wanting more. “i’ll know if you do,” he said with a wink.

and you knew that you’d definitely be seeing him again.

you did cum that next day. three times to be exact; once on his fingers, once in his mouth, and once on his cock. he’d looked up at you from between your quivering thighs, asking you if he'd made it up to you. you nodded blearily, desperate to get his tongue on your hot core once again.

but whatever summer love, saying “us” moments you had, had very quickly become much deeper. you knew you were in deep shit when you realized you two were playing house after a sleepover at steve’s. you’d walked downstairs to see him swaying gently, nursing a cup of coffee in his boxers. you were wearing one of his old basketball t-shirts: sun-faded and soft and steve. he gave you a lazy smile as he dropped a kiss on your mouth, tasting of the vanilla creamer he swore he kept around “just for you, cherry. that shit’s disgusting.” you wrapped your arms around him; he sighed against your mouth as your fingertips began to rub his lower back with such care, such sweetness. “morning, stevie,” you said through a delicate yawn. ““mm mornin’ cherry,” he said, dipping down to leave a smattering of kisses across your neck and clavicle as you held each other in the sun-soaked kitchen. you silently wished to yourself that the two of you would stay like this, preserved in a memory forever. that you wouldn’t have to return to the world where you “hated” each other. that you could live together in a house of your own, with your own rich coffee scent filling the ground floor, without the upside down. your eyes snapped open at your wandering thoughts. no, you told yourself, it's steve. of course he ate you out on the kitchen floor before bending you over the counter. and of course, in the afterglow as you laid atop the cool tile, you just had to realize that you loved steve harrington.

“always so good f’me,” he rumbled, tracing his blunt nails on your back, raising goosebumps on his path. you looked into his cinnamon eyes, absorbing the ring of mossy green around his irises.

“anything for you, stevie,” you cooed, putting a veil of satin over your voice to mask the churning of your emotions.

“careful, cherry. i might start thinking that you’ve got a crush on me.”

oh, he had no idea.

© ker0senebunny. all rights reserved. all original posts of writing are my own words, with the exceptions of quotations from songs, movies, and other media. my work is NOT to be crossposted to another platform, copied by anyone, or translated without my express and explicit permission.

taglist: @theonlymaddie @flwersgarden @darklingbrekksov @hollablkgrl @pearlstiare @555stargirl555 @johanna-l-kilian @sparkletash @hcloangcls @marvelouschic @foreveralone223 @steves-robin @doveeyeliner @hawsx3 @dessmxsworld @trickylittlewitch @redgetawaycar @salome-c @fujiihime @lovenotesxo @pitchblacksmile @inluvwithladybug @secretsicanthideanymore @shelbycillian @phantomxoxo @luvmybbies @https-laurels @collectorofthingsblog @kiribabyy @kazbekkarluvbot @eddiesworld86 @stevesdick @appocalipse @kissmxcheek

lmk (either through an ask or a comment) if you’d like to be added!

☆⌒★ if your name is crossed out, it’s because i wasn’t able to tag you! ★⌒☆

#steve harrington x reader #steve harrington smut #steve harrington fluff #steve harrington angst #steve harrington #stranger things x reader #stranger things volume 2 #stranger things #steve harrington blurb #steve harrington drabble #steve harrington fic #steve harrington imagine

[l0viez]

May I request a reader who feels like they're falling behind in life? I feel this profound sadness when I realize others are further along where I want to be.

I'd like Kaeya for this one (And Zhongli if you have time).

Really sorry that im late for this! i had a busy scheduleT.T!, also sorry in advance if some of my writings is abit.. confusing? or not rlly that understandable! im still a newbie at these! This was in a rush so if i have some extra time ill rewrite and make it more better^^

This can be seen as romantic or platonic!💟

🗡️Kaeya! ;

Kaeya's first and honest reaction was .. kind of mixed

He felt abit little bitsy upset for the person you always look at and compare yourself too

He felt alot of concerned and sadness , concerned because of the fact you would stop talking or just go to your own world whenever you see them

He was very saddened over the fact you look and felt miserable just because of it

the first time he knew about your situation and what you were feeling these days

He felt guilty and mad at himself because he didn't get to manage to see it more earlier

Kaeya WILL visit you daily with flowers!

Theres are no ifs or buts

you will see him at the front door waiting for you

it will become a daily thing until you finally feel better again

(unless you want him to visit u everyday🤭! just request him xox)

Kaeya will be inviting you to tavern to make you feel calm down and to distract you from you feeling upset

knowing kaeya he will still tease you but he will lower it down too make sure it doesnt say anything to tigger you

he isnt a afraid to make himself look like a fool just to distract you and make you laugh

he will even skip some of works to hang out with you to distract you from all those stress or

a little headcannon : since he got em 💵💵💸 whatever your hobbies are he will buy you the items needed for your hobbies!

Cooking? you have a whole kitchen for yourself to make foods and make your own recipes!

Singing? He will rent out a whole year room just for you to sing, it has a mic and everything

Drawing? .. yeah he would probably ask albedo for some tips on what to buy good materials LMAO

Kaeya is the type of person who would distract, make you forget about your worries, spoils you rotten, be more 10x clingy, make you laugh during your bad times❤️

Kaeya is super supportive of you and respects your decisions but sometimes he worries to much for you thats why he's always looking out for you!

He will even take you to some sceneries or areas that you havent went before and explore abit !

he just wants to express his love to you and to tell you everyday that your more than good enough and that what ever you have or got is something to cherish for and that one day you will be like someone you idolize!

he will wait for you to succeed to the things you want to be in life, he will be there at your comfort <33

he's honestly so proud of you like he would be like "yess💅🏻thats my boyyy/girll!" (hes a silly lil goofy man dont mind him) if you ever surpassed or succeed on the things you want to be or you want to succeed in

(he would even throw a celebration on it too😭‼️)

He's that hype man you didn't ask for but still (thankfully) got/jk

(he gives me that "its us againist life"/jk im unfunny like cyno im sorry)

" Oh (n/n), took you long enough, almost thought Id have to spend this night by myself.. drinking (your favorite drink) by my self... Ow! that was a hard one — hey hey! I was just kidding you didn't have to hit me that hard haha.. here come sit with me! .. what's that? you still have work to do? heh. Your staying here with ME tonight. Relaxing! The night is young, how about you relax abit? Don't worry I'll help you with your problem tomorrow! Would it really kill you if you don't work for one day? "

His first reaction was most likey confused..

Dont blame the poor old man he is still learning

Ofc he would be also half upset bout it too

Cause like.. what his DEAR IS UPSET? HE is UPSET as well😤‼️

Zhongli would be so confused because like he will catch you looking down or feeling down

he would ask you if you were alright and you would tell him you were okay

but more days went by he FINALLY gets the clue

He brought you both to a fancy expensive looking restaurant (ofc childe payed for it)

When both of you got comfortable now

He legit straightward asked on what was goin on with you for the past few days

he would give you the most OBVIOUS things and asks you the most OBVIOUS things as well (his trying his best😭💔)

(but then again, I feel like he will get it already but he will act like he wouldn't just cause "communication is the key" and he didn't want to be rude and assume on what was going on so he has to make sure of it"!)

When you confessed on what was going on and how you felt down because of it

he will also visit you everyday like kaeya's! but no flowers.. well probably a pretty rock but who knows

he will use his wallet/childe to get you both in some fancy resturants whenever you both have spare times!

Zhongli would be like your spotify premium but instead of music he is like a radio.

He will tell you stories non stop to "distract" you from feeling upset

good thing his voice is calming

so while your doing your thing he would be talking in the background

Zhongli will probably even give you his specialty dish just for u<3

zhongli will be the type of person who likes to think that making things from your heart or homemade is more special that buying

(he just dont wanna admit he has no cash to buy you gifts/jk)

just like kaeya he would maybe take a day off to spend time with you

Instead of buying you newest items you wished you had, he will give you some items they used before when he was still a archon younger!

Unlike kaeya who likes to distract you and make your worries clear off ur mind, Zhongli will instead give you some "wise" advices on what you want to get good at and be more more supportive of your decisions!<3

He understands that there's a huge difference between a human and an archon but that won't stop him from giving all his best to help you get what you think its missing from you‼️

He's that "proud father" or "proud old grandpa"

He's more layback and chill than kaeya, like he will also tell you to relax and to not overwork yourself as well

If you manage to overcome or succeed or surpassed the people that you used to look at with sadness

Zhongli will most likey to celebrate that and even invite some people from liyue!

He will even take you on a peacefully calming date while you tell him about what happened

Zhongli is willing to listen to you 24/7

he will probably request you to do your hobbies or the things you love infront of him

and he will even act dense about it (sly mf)

" Greetings (Y/n) , I have some plans for us to visit somewhere special. Ah ah. *holds your hand* don't even think about going back and overworking youself now. You don't have to rush yourself always you know? Im worried about you, you might even get a fever from thinking too much.If you ever need someone to comfort you I'll be there at your call now.. I ordered us some relaxing tea at Yanshang Teahouse, let us go and grab it shall we?

This is just a little bonus message, if you ever feel sad about people who are futher along where you want to be in. Remeber to not pressure yourself to becoming a "improved" you. to not overwork youself for it. Don't be hard on your self because sooner or later you will be on the top or be the version you wanted to be. Dont rush and try to have fun along the way and to stay safe always<3.!

#genshin impact #genshin #kaeya alberich #zhongli #genshin impact x reader planotic #genshin impact x reader #fluff? #comfort #crack #not the drugs tho- #kaeya genshin #kaeya x reader #zhongli genshin impact #rex lapis #old man #zhongli x reader #genshin x reader #liyuegenshin #mondstadt

[yourbpdgf]

Izana & Mikey with a Tsukasa like s/o!!

another req from my old blog. i loved writing this so much bro <3333

Izana <3

• izana loves your personality so much

• somebody that doesnt act like a little bitch after killing someone???? sign him tf up.

• despite this, the first time it happens hes a lil bit disturbed..

• but after that?? yall are partners in crime, like bonnie and clyde type beat.

when you and izana were only about a month into dating, a smaller gang leader decided it was a good idea to try and challenge tenjikus king, your boyfriend, izana. since izana knew said gang leader was weak he declined his challenge deeming it a waste of time. this pissed the little bitch gang leader off, so once izana turned his back he tried to hit him, and that pissed you the fuck off.

"you know...," you leered, grabbing your kitchen knife, "only little bitches try to hit people when their backs are turned." and with that you jumped on him. short legs straddling him, right arm plunging the kitchen knife in and out of izanas attackers body.

izana turned around shocked, but shock soon turned into delight. his beautiful little s/o can kick ass?? hell yeah your in tenjiku now :) .

(oh and dw the body was properly disposed of <3)

• i know canonically izanas not too tall hes 5'4 but i feel like hed be taller like atleast 5'9 max 6'2

• let me dream ok

• so ur a certified arm rest for him :p

• no fr yall could be doing physically anything and this mf could just go "oh hey y/n *places arm on head*"

• and ur not even mad about it your just like "oh hey iza :D!!"

• but to sum it up ur the bonnie to his clyde and ur also his favorite little arm rest <33

Mikey <3

• ok so this kinda depends on what mikey were talking about

• for your height it probably wouldnt make a difference

• he hated when people used to make fun of his height so i cant imagine him doing it to you

• moving onto your lil episodes

• bonten mikey just wouldnt give a flying fuck, as long as you love him he couldnt care less 🤷‍♀️

mikey gave you a job to go kill some traitors with sanzu, and you... uhm.. had a lil episode.

"how" stab "dare" stab "you" stab "betray" stab "MIKEY!"

little did you know manjiro was in the doorway chomping on some dorayaki, watching you work.

when the job was done, and you saw him you immediately ran to him. you hugged him, gave him a few kisses for good measure, and took a bite out of his dorayaki bc he always gets the bestest ones <3.

mikey just wants you to love and care for him, other than that he could care less about your urges.

• but toman mikey would feel so much more comfortable with you after knowing about ur episodes

• that last one might not make any sense but let me explain

• you remember when mikey almost killed kazutora? obviously he has little black outs where he tries to kill people with no remorse too.

• so if his s/o was like that hed be able to help stop them and also connect and open up to them about his impulses!

• i feel like that makes so much sense im so smart oml

• as for height i cant think hed do anything but make u try and reach his lips for a kiss

• like he wont willingly bend so u can kiss him ur either gonna have to pull him down or get up on ur tiptoes im sorry :p

you and mikey just got home from gang activities school and youre feeling a little clingier than usual. so you and mikey were cooking dinner you asked for a kiss, just to be met with a smug mikey.

"manjiro frickin sano just bend your head down just a little bit!" you whine, trying to stir the pot and kiss him at the same time.

mikey laughs, smugly straightening his back to appear taller, "if you want a kiss so badly just get one baby im not stopping you ;p"

"MIKEY-"

"Y/N THE POT THE POT-"

• yeah so the rice was a little burnt but you and mikey both love and understand eachother in the end (burnt rice included) <3

masterpost

#izana x reader #izana fluff #mikey x reader #mikey fluff #tokyo revengers fluff #anime fluff #fluff

[rywritten]

The “I could have died!” “Oh don’t be dramatic” for dreamnoblade but have Techno be the ‘I could have died’ one because he’s let’s be honest he would.

Like maybe there’s arrows shooting at the and when they get to a safe space. Like Techno is just kinda frazzled and Dream is pumped up for this shit and like “up-top!” And Techno just gives him a withering expression and just “Why do I hang around you” and Dream just goes “Because you love me that’s why~” in a smug voice and Techno just snorts and pecks him on the cheek and Dream chases after him and they exchange quick kisses while laughing amongst themselves.

Like I wish more people put Techno in a soft comedic light bc he’s canonically a comedic character. ^^

But yeah hope you liked my lil short story or whatever but yeah! I really enjoy your dnb content keep doing what you do!! :DD

first of all, im sorry it took so long for me to work on this request!

(and thank you so much for being patient with me, anon ;;)

as for the request itself, here's a short scene i cooked up on the spot (i tried to make them sound like an old married couple, bc in a way they would fit that role.. but in a more "murder husbands" kind of way lmao) also, i may have altered some of the details in the request to fit the story better (hope you don't mind)

dnb // set post doomsday or maybe in an au where they still blew lmanberg up

The resounding explosion could be heard for miles and the impact of all the bombs detonating all at once was enough to shake the earth.

Dream was already waiting for him at their rendezvous, his cloaked figure hunched at the peak of the mountain where they first met (because Dream's sentimental like that,) with his legs dangling by the edge of the cliff nonchalantly.

"I can't believe you just left me there to fend for myself."

Dream doesn't even turn at the sound of his voice. He just kept swinging his legs as he hummed along to the tune of a song Techno hasn't heard of before, probably something he picked up from somewhere during his hiding.

"I could have died, ya know."

He hears Dream snort, but the other man made no other move to acknowledge Techno's rather overly exaggerated statement.

"Are you even listening to me?"

"Oh, don't be so dramatic." Dream says with a roll of his eyes, but the smile on his lips has no trace of annoyance, just the usual tilt of his lips that he usually reserves for Techno.

It's enough to knock the air out of his lungs if Techno's being honest.

"I'm being serious, Dream." Techno says, removing his worn out cloak as he sat next to the other man. He slowly inspects the severity of the tears, clicking his tongue when he sees a rather big hole at the side from a stray arrow to his back.

"How are you going to compensate me for this, huh?" He asks, feigning annoyance when he lifts the red, feathered trimmed cloak for Dream to see.

Dream laughs, the kind that has his entire body shaking from the force of the action. It was a sight Techno can't seem to get enough of.

"Well," Techno gauges, still trying to keep in character. "I'm expecting something in return for not only leaving me for dead, but for ruining my favorite cloak."

"Okay," Dream says in between peals of laughter. "First of all, I wouldn't have left you if I knew you were in trouble. And secondly, you literally have thirty more identical cloaks like this. I should know, I checked your inventory."

Techno lets out an audible gasp. "You looked at my inventory? Without my permission? I thought you were better than this, Dream. I truly did."

Dream's laughter only got louder until Techno can see unshed tears forming at the corner of his eyes. Instinctively, he wants to wipe at then with his thumb.

"So I risk my life for you at the cost of my beloved cloak and you chose to repay me by laughing at my face?" Techno kept at it, enjoying the adorable wheezing sound Dream was making next to him. "Am I a joke to you?"

The other man was doubled over, with his arms clutching at his stomach and he's leaning towards Techno for support, it was nothing sort of addicting– to witness Dream so unguarded, openly laughing, and it was all because of him.

"How can I make it up to you?" Dream says jokingly once he's finally calmed down. He's wiping a stray tear from his sea green eyes with a gloved finger while his white mask is temporarily lifted up to reveal his pretty face.

Techno hums, pretending to think it over while the voices are shouting all sorts of favors they wanted from the beautiful blonde man. Some where rather tame while most were asking pretty nasty favors that Techno had to ignore least he accidentally flushes from the thought of asking Dream such a request.

"I want an IOU," Techno starts, finally turning to meet Dream's gaze. There's a smirk stretching across his lips from the way Dream's entire demeanor changes at the mention of Techno's request. "No explanation and I'm free to call it anytime. Oh, and you can't say no to whatever it is I ask you to do."

"And if I say no?"

Techno quirks an eyebrow at him. They continue to stare at each other, a silent challenge until Dream sighs and relents, knowing full well Techno would pester him nonstop if he didn't.

"Fine." Dream groans, "But this is a one time thing."

"Cool." Techno says, already thrumming with unsuppressed excitement. "I'm calling the favor now."

Dream blanches, surprised. "What? Now?"

"Yup." Techno says, putting emphasis on the "p" to make it pop. "I want a kiss for a job well done."

"You can't be serious."

"Oh, but I am."

"No," Dream was already protesting, clearly confused but also flustered all the way to the tip of his ears. Techno wants to sink his teeth in his pale skin. "I'm not gonna do it."

"That's funny, because I seem to recall you agreeing to whatever request I would ask three minutes ago."

"But—"

"Are you going back on your words, Dream?" Techno pushes forward, grabbing Dream by the arm to pin him in place. "I'm disappointed." He tsked.

Dream scoffs from beneath him, but his gaze is looking everywhere but him.

"It's just one kiss," Techno urges. "I'll even settle for a kiss on the cheek."

Dream pauses, clearly surprised by Techno's insistence. He seemed to contemplate about what to do before settling with another resigned sigh.

"Alright, one kiss on the cheek. But that's it." Dream practically whispered his agreement, and if Techno wasn't so attuned to the other man, he would have missed it completely.

"Well," Techno says when Dream makes no move to make good on his agreement. "I'm waiting."

Techno hears Dream grumble a short "I hate you." And before Techno could say anything back, Dream was already leaning in to place a soft, quick kiss on his cheek.

Every atom in Techno's body is suddenly thumping from something close to joy, his heartbeat is skyrocketing out of his chest, and suddenly it's like he's free falling from the top of the world.

The voices are all screaming at him in equal parts victory while simultaneously chanting for his downfall at the hands of the pretty blonde.

Dream doesn't miss the opportunity to break free from Techno's hold due to his sudden stillness.

It takes a couple of seconds before Techno finally comes to, and when he does, Dream is already placing his mask back to hide his face, half a step from descending the mountain.

"Hey, you still haven't told me I did a good job earlier." Techno half whines, moving fast to catch up to Dream.

He hears Dream scoff and that puts another smile on Techno's face.

"Remind me why I still hang out you?"

"Because you love me." Techno answers matter of factly.

Dream groans and is about to go but Techno grabs his arm and quickly tries to make amends.

"Don't worry Dream," Techno says trying to sound as earnest as he felt. "I happen to like you too."

Dream stills from his hold. The silence that followed such a statement was heavy and full of tension that Techno did not anticipate for.

He's about to turn his previous words into a joke to make light of the situation, but Dream opens his mouth and says.

"I hate you." Surprisingly, there's no malice on his tone, just the usual annoyance with a hint of something Techno wants to associate as fondness. He hopes that it is.

"I love you too." Techno says with a smug grin, enjoying the way Dream immediately looked away, probably looking completely flustered underneath his mask.

Techno lets him leave after that without anymore interruption, content to get a rile out of the pretty man. He adds a playful "I'll see you around, Dream." only to hear Dream curing him out during his descent from the moutain.

And it's only when Dream's finally out of sight did Techno allow himself to revel in the memory of the kiss and his overwhelming emotion towards the other man.

In a way the voices were right, Dream would definitely be his undoing.

#ry.quests #dnb #dreamnoblade #technodream #i hope this was worth the wait anon! #feel free to drop by with more asks @ anyone who wants to talk dnb with me #the amount of times techno has called dream pretty and beautiful is deliberate.. #every waking moment and every breath he takes he needs to say dream is pretty #the voice @ techno: SIMP!!!!!!!!!

[sleepy-achilles]

I’m literally crying! Poor Leon😭

I wonder how Leon’s gonna fight off Ministry🔥

Leon's Nightmare Part 6- Roses

You know, the normal tw of violence and dead people. I'm sorry I'm shit at tagging but..hey, can't win it all.

More importantly, this info is important, Matthew Gomez looks like Henry Cavil and Valentina Addams looks like Jessica Alba. (Yk Leon's childhood friends. I haven't got face claims for cassies friends but yk..they aren't mentioned here so it doesn't matter. She also has more than Leon. Shock)

------------------------------------------------------------------

Leon opens his eyes at the sudden weight on his hips. "I can't believe all it took was a cowboy pick up line to get me here" drew huffs above him. Leon glances up at the man in his boxers. Leon himself only in his black skinny jeans and a cowboy hat. Leon can't bring himself to say anything as he rubs his hands up and down drews thighs. "God, does that work on everyone? Save a horse, ride a cowboy? With a lil hat tilt?" Drew smiles flicking his hat. Leon smiles. "Only the pretty ones" the words come out of Leon's mouth without hesitation. Drew flushes slightly. "Guess we better see if its worth it then" drew hums popping Leon's trouser button.

Leon tenses. Drew glances at his face, takes in how his eyes have gone from loving and lust to something dark..something scared. "Lee...we don't have to-" "no. I just...you and the whole world have seen the top half of me but..I.. I wear joggers and tights in the ring for a reason" Leon admits quietly. Drew frowns slightly. Yeah Leon wasn't perfect but in drews eyes? That made him perfect. His upper body was littered with scars. Some from wrestling and others, like his face, from gods know were. Leon didn't say, people didn't ask. "Like I said..we can stop. Get a pizza-" "no. No. I just wanted to warn you." Leon states. "Go on." He nods.

As drew works on his jeans, Leon keeps his eyes on drews body. Something is wrong. Something is missing. That small nagging voice isn't here. He runs his hand up the bigger man's stomach. Yeah, drew was bigger, but he was soft. Perfect. Leon? Leon was small, lean, sharp. Sharp. Yeah, he was sharp whilst drew had some softness to him. He finally looks down when a hand touches his inner thigh, directly on a old burn. "Dre-" "Your still beautiful to me." Drew whispers. Leon's eyes widen.

That voice isn't there.

"Somethings wrong" Leon mutters sitting up. "Your still beautiful to me" drew repeats. Leon looks at him confused. "Drew?" He asks. "Your still beautiful to me" drew repeats again.

Leon closes his eyes and when he opens them again, he's not in his body anymore. His eyes widen as he stares at the bed. A younger him wearing a bright smile as a younger drew explains how beautiful he is.

"Im dead"

And with that the room disappears leaving Leon in a black space. "Oh god" he whispers turning around. "But this..this isnt hell" he mutters taking in the darkness. "And if this is heaven the religious lot are going to be very disappointed" Leon adds. "Tell me about it" a voice calls. Leon turns to see a familiar face. "...Athena?" Leon asks. "Thats grandma to you mister" athena tuts. Leon can't help but smile. He hasn't seen or heard her in so long. "Ministry really didn't want me near you" athena hums walking closer. "Why?" Leon asks. "How do you think skelly keeps you safe?" She smirks stopping infront of him. Leon smiles slightly. "Of course he cheats"

Athena chuckles as she takes in her grandson. "So...what happens now?" Leon asks looking around. "You need to think and think hard. Because it's not your time" athena tells him. "Is this purgatory?" Leon asks. "Who cares? Leon you need to find ministry and kill him." Athena signs. "Why? If I'm dead he's dead. He can't hurt anyone." Leon huffs. "Because it's not your time" athena snaps. "Who cares? Everyone will be better without me." Leon mutters. He winces as a hand clips the back of his head. "And this is our grandson? A quitter?" A deeper voice grunts.

Leon glances back. "Thomas" "Thats Grandpa to you sunny" Thomas warns. "You wanna see what's happening right now? Look. Take a close look" athena orders pushing him towards the side. Leon frowns but listens.

---

"Its been a day. You all need to calm down" Taker sighs. "No, we need to know what the fuck is going on" Kevin growls. "Yeah" hunter nods. "Why the hell did he light our boy on fire! Why is Leon dead and you lot are okay with it!" Kevin yells. "Because ministry was back and clinging to Leon. That's why. The only way to get rid of him was to kill him in Leon's body" Taker explains as drew shrinks back. "So what happens now?" Hunter asks. "Leon has to kill ministry's soul, spirit whatever that parasite is." Taker answers. "And if he doesn't?" Kevin asks.

Shawn hugs himself as Taker avoids looking at Kevin. Kevins jaw clenches. "Taker! You better start-" "Leon's gone forever. If Leon just gives up then he's gone. Never coming back, alright?" Taker snaps. The room falls silent. Drew glances up as Kevin suddenly throws his water bottle across the room and grabs Taker, slamming him against the wall. "Does he know this?" Kevin growls. "Couldn't exactly tell him the plan" Taker growls. "So my baby boy could be gone, forever, just like that?" Kevin asks. Shawns eyes widen as he looks at kevin. Taker frowns. "Kev.." "great. Grand. Just what we need. Another god damn death!" Kevin yells pushing away from the man and storming out. "Kev!" Shawn sighs running after him.

Drew can't help as his eyes widen and water. Taker glances at him. "You did the right thing. Do not doubt yourself or Leon." Taker tells him. Drew doesn't feel that way.

----

Leon frowns. "Scott's having the time of his life by the way" Thomas comments. Leon looks at him. "Can I see him?" Leon asks. "No, sorry kiddo. He's living it up on Scott Island in heaven." Thomas apologises. Leon huffs. "Who knew he'd pull a one way ticket to heaven?" Leon mutters stepping back. "They let pretty much anyone in. You'd be surprised." Athena shrugs. "But..he's happy right?" Leon asks. "Hes proud of you all, if that's what your wondering. He's got another year until he's allowed to do what we do. So prepare for that" Thomas admits.

Leon looks down at his wedding ring. The black band with drews name carved on the inside. "If you don't want to do it for yourself, do it for him" athena whispers.

Leon nods. "What do I do?" He asks. "You have to find him in a memory. You have to find him and kill him." Thomas explains. "Alright." Leon nods. "Try find one he's in a lot. I'm guessing he was in that first one" athena comments. Leon's face flushes, immediately grateful he figured it out before that night continued. "Um yeah..he's surprisingly homophobic for a man created from a..well demon who's married to a human man" Leon rubs his neck. "Its not him" athena hums. "Right...feeds off weakness..okay yes...I was the one homophobic...towards myself." Leon mutters. "Dont worry. Your father was the same aswell. And well just like you he still managed to fuck whoever. Same for your pa-" "Alright Alright please" Leon groans.

The pair chuckle and step back. "Just think really hard and it'll come to ya" Thomas states. Leon nods and closes his eyes.

The sound of waves hits his ears. A pair of breast presses against his back, sand under his legs.

Leon opens his eyes. The beach. "I wish mattie would hurry" valentina huffs from behind Leon. "I wish you'd stop putting sand in my hair" Leon frowns as he texts John about whatever. "You love it really" she purs against his ear. He rolls his eyes. "Still can't believe we convinced you to come with us" valentina comments leaning her head back. "My final year of being free before I'm vince mcmahons slave? Imma take it" Leon scoffs. He was finally breaking out from his father's shadow. A solo act. He couldn't wait.

"Which we must celebrate!" Mattie cheers as he falls onto Leon's legs. Leon groans at the weight. Mattie was like Drew. Bigger...safety. Mattie rolls onto his stomach, Leon forces his legs apart to allow the man in. "And the ice creams?" Valentina asks. "Oh I didnt get any" Mattie smiles. "Of course. Because why would you do the one thing we asked?" Leon snarks. He yelps as Mattie manages to push his swin shorts up and bite him on the inner thigh. He brings a foot up and knocks the man in the head as the other two laugh.

It doesn't come.

The teasing voice about his and matties weird relationship.

The laughing continues.

The bite throbs.

Leon closes his eyes as he pulled from his body. "Not with drew...not with mattie or val..." Leon mutters as he opens his eyes. He's shocked as he's stood in the middle of his parents home. He's stood infront of the grand staircase.

"Stay away from us!" His Pas voice echos through the house. Leon's eyes widen. "Hes here.." Leon looks down the hall leading to his father's office before he's running down it. The door opens before he even reaches it, his eyes immediately settling on the skeleton blade handle that would eventually go on to redefine him and his life.

A surge of power rushes through Leon as he grabs it. He examines the blade before taking a deep breathe. "Please...give me one last chance at life..." he whispers as his Pas sobbing picks up. "Now or never Lee.. " Leon mutters before rushing out.

The house begins to fade behind him as he runs upstairs and towards the master bedroom. He stops in the doorway at the sight. Pa clutching baby him close to his chest, John stood behind him against the wall, confused and scared.

Ministry. Ministry walking towards them holding his hands out.

"Stop" Leon growls. And the demon does. He chuckles deeply as he turns towards Leon, his head tilting. "Well well...if it isn't little Leon Michaels, all grown up" ministry smiles. "You know...teenage me always wanted a shot at killing my dad" Leon admits tightening his grip on the blade. "Yeah, I know" ministry smirks stepping closer. "Shame I'm not your dad" he adds. Leon glances at his scared pa. "This is where it all began, isn't it? When you first latched onto me like the parasite you are" Leon asks. Ministry smiles. "It is. Infact..its like a infinite loop. In 30 odd years that baby will be all grown up, stood right there doing this all over again. Your pa will know exactly what your fate is..but he won't tell a single soul" ministry chuckles.

"Oh..that's were your wrong. He will. Atleast this time he did" Leon states moving closer to ministry. "What?" Ministry asks caught off guard. He gasps as the blade is suddenly shoved into his chest.

"Leon....you can't fight him. You won't win. You never will. And it can't be any old knife it has to be the one." Shawn whispers as he massages Leon's shoulders. Leon tenses in his wheelchair. "What?" He asks quietly. "Straight through the heart. Don't even bother entertaining him. It'll be in your father's office. He hadn't put it on display yet." Shawn explains as he removes his hands. Leon turns to look at the man. "Pa?" He asks.

"The others used a normal blade, tried fighting you with hand by hand combat. Not me. I know better, all because of him" Leon whispers against the tallers ear. Ministry grabs him as he chokes and splutters on his own thick tar like blood. "Me and you? We are one in the same. And God I hate it. But I'm not running anymore. I'm not hiding from the darkness anymore. Not like you." Leon continues. "Im not afraid of death anymore." Leon growls as he tightens his hold on the blade. "But you are" Leon smirks as he pulls it up, causing the demon to cry in pain. "Dont keep the devil waiting, old friend" Leon growls as he pulls the blade out and stabs it straight into the mans forehead, right between the eyes.

"You? You have to feed into his fear of death. He doesn't want to die and neither do you." Shawn tells him. "I don't care about dying. You know that" Leon huffs. Shawn kneels infront of him. "You are scared. Terrified. You don't want to die. And you need your dad's help." Shawn explains. Leon's eyes widen. "You know how to stop him" Leon whispers leaning forward. Shawn smiles and cups Leon's face. "You were always a smart boy" he whispers. "You know what you have to do"

Leon glances towards his big brother and Pa. "Thank you" Leon whispers as the demons gurgles and chokes stop. Shawns eyes are wide, full of fear. "Thats not Taker. Taker will be back in.." Leon glances at the calender. "Five months? He'll be a little different but it will be your Taker." Leon explains glances back at his Pa. "Leon?" Shawn asks confused. Leon smiles and nods. "Hi Pa. I..it gets better, I promise. For all of us. But for it to stay better I need you to remember today and I need you to tell that baby about it in the future. You'll know when." Leon explains. "What do I say?" Shawn asks. Leon steps forward. "Here's what you say.."

-----

Taker suddenly groans and starts to choke. "Taker?" Drew asks. This grabs the others attention. "Taker!" Drew yells rushing over to catch the man as he falls. "SHAWN! KEVIN!" Hunter yells. Drews eyes widen as a red mark appears on his forehead. Shawn and Kevin rush in. "Whats wrong?" Kevin asks. "Somethings wrong with dad!" Cassie cries. Shawn rushes over. His eyes immediately see the mark and he smiles. He pulls the collar of takers tshirt down revealing the long line forming on his chest. "He did it" Shawn whispers. Drew examines the mark before looking at shawn. "What?" Drew asks. "He did it. He killed ministry." Shawn smiles wider.

Taker let's out a shakey breathe and his eyes glow purple. Drew steps back as the marks also glow purple before disappearing. "That felt...wrong" Taker mutters. "He did it baby. Our boy did it" Shawn smiles. Taker frowns and looks at shawn. "You...you knew?" Taker asks quietly. "Hes coming home" Shawn smiles ignoring his husband. Kane moves forward, eyes set on shawn. "You knew?" Drew repeats. Shawn senses the sudden shift and backs up. "Its a long story" Shawn states. "We have time" Kevin growls. John suddenly gasps.

"That man was Leon?" John asks. Everyone looks at him. "Ministry visited us and this guy..his face was always a blur for me but he stabbed him...I always thought it was a bad dream.." John explains. "A loop?" Taker asks. "No..he explained how the past Leon's always failed. Died. But our Leon? Our Leon pulled it off" Shawn smiles. "Because you told him the truth. You talked him through it and you set it all up...none of us even knew" Taker mutters in shock. His husband was a smart bastard when he wanted to be. "So..the whole scared of dying thing?" Drew asks. "It was for ministry's benefit. Leon doesn't care about dying" Shawn admits. "Good, because I'm killing the bastard when I get my hands on him" drew growls. "Hes coming home" Kevin sighs. "When?" Cassie asks.

She gets a answer as thunder strikes the valley. "Well someone's home" Taker mutters, still staring at shawn in shock. How long had Shawn had this planned? Shawn managed to remember the details and prepare a whole war plan without Taker or kane ever finding out? Shawn had changed a whole loop, broken it, all on his own. Taker was scared but damn he was also impressed. And surprisingly turned on.

The kids and hunter groan as Taker pulls Shawn into a deep kiss. Shawn gasps but kisses back. He pulls back. "What was that for?" Shawn asks. "That? That's incredibly hot" Taker states. John and cassie gag and hunter groans and complains. "What?" Shawn asks. "You know what. You did this all on your own. You broke a loop. You are a incredibly smart bastard when you want to be and that side of you is so fucking hot" Taker growls. Shawns face burns quickly. "Can we get back to Leon!" John groans. "Of course...um what did you do with Leon's body?" Shawn asks. "Oh it was completely burnt." Taker mutters.

"What?"

-----

Leon's eyes shoot open and he can't fight the groan that escapes him as the bright light blinds him.

The burning sensation racing through his body confirms he's been hit by lightning. He groans as his vision comes too. He rolls onto his back and looks. A tree.

A tree?

The tree on the hill!

He did it!

Leon sits up, way to fast and ends up hunching to the side to throw up. He frowns at the black sludge that came from him.

He's not surprised. The last thing he ate was destroyed in a casket fire.

He takes in the valley as a smile grows. He slowly pulls himself up, his joints groaning and aching. He examines himself. Naked as the day he was born. But the scratch marks from ministry are gone. He smiles and teleports himself back to his old bedroom. He can hear talking downstairs but he'll get to that later.

He grabs some clothes and moves into the bathroom.

He turns his back to the mirror and glances at it. His smile stays. The mark of Undertaker is gone, in its place? Is a scar that is left by lightning. His smile fades slightly when he notices something else.

Roses.

Roses have appeared on his upper back, spreading across his shoulders. He touches them as best as he can and nothing happens. There like tattoos.

Then he thinks back. Roses. Athena.

How could he be so stupid? He still had the scars on his ankles and knees from that time a evil athena used roses to tie his legs up. The thorns and vines left what drew described as beautiful roads up his legs. He glances at how there's only one rose with a vine and it connects to the tip of the lightning scar. He can't help but smile softly. "Glad to have you back Athena." He whispers. Evil athenas Mark would forever be over shadowed by the beautiful spread across his shoulders. He also had a feeling Thomas had something to do with the new scar replacing ministry's old ones.

He discards the shirt and pulls some jeans on. Was this freedom? Was he finally free?

--

Taker shushes everyone as creaking comes from above them. Kane nudges taker. 'Dad' he signs. "I sense Mom as well" Taker states confused. "I'd hope so" a voice calls. Everyone turns and immediately rushes forward. Drew gets there first, pulling Leon into a hug. "Im so sorry. I'm sorry. Sorry. Sorry" drew whimpers. Leon chuckles. "You did the right thing. I'm sorry for making you feel ten times worse with my acting" Leon huffs as drew steps back. "The marks.." Drew begins as he examines Leon's front. Leon holds out his tattooed arms, Leon's torso arm tattoos were complete again. Ministry's scars had cut through them like ugly..well scars.

Leon slowly turns revealing his back. "The mark is gone..but-" Leon cuts taker off. "Lightning. Struck me nice and hard roughly 5..10 minutes ago?" Leon asks. "And the new tattoo?" Cassie asks. "Grandma's gift to me." Leon admits. Taker can't help but smile and pull his youngest son into a hug. "I knew you could do it" Taker whispers. Leon smiles and hugs him back. "You and your pa ever plot behind my back again and I will kill you both" Taker whispers as he squeezes Leon. Leon winces. "Ah-scar still fresh-" Leon whines. "Yeah, probably my dad's way of punishing you" Taker smirks pulling back.

Leon doesn't even get a second before Kevin has him in a tight hold. "Im sorry" Leon whispers closing his eyes. "Shut up" Kevin growls quietly. "I just need to hold you" he adds. Leon sighs and rests his head against the mans chest.

"Its a cool look to be fair." John admits. "Yeah. You should get a tattoo." Cassie smiles. "No. You." John frowns. "No way" she huffs. Leon turns to his siblings. "I die and this is how you greet me?" Leon asks. "Your alive now" John points out. "Hes got a good point" cassie nods. The others watch as the siblings stare at each other, having a silent conversation. They then watch as cassie and John take off with speed and Leon is close after them.

Shawn smiles and hugs taker and drew close. "Im glad he's back." "I'm glad he's alive and safe" drew sighs resting his head against shawns. "Im concerned about my house.. " Taker frowns at the crashing causing the others to laugh.

----

Athena stands on the stairs platform as the kids run after each other. "He did good." Thomas murmurs. "I told you he would." Athena hums as her husband hugs her waist. "Best thing to ever happen to this family he is." Athena adds as the adults walk in. Thomas looks at him. "Shawn Michaels. Who woulda thought?" Thomas chuckles. "Me." Athena smiles as she looks at the blonde.

Thomas smirks as the blonde looks at them. Shawn smiles softly at them and nods slightly. The pair nod back. Taker glances at them, but unlike Shawn, he sees nothing. "What is it?" Taker asks quietly. "Nothing. Just thinking of a new carpet" Shawn smiles causing Taker to groan and throw his head back.

Shawn giggles as Leon finally tackles John only for cassie to jump on him. "Im glad it's over."

----------------------------------------------------------------------NoTEz

Same

I think.

Depends how yall feel about this part.

If no one likes it then I'll probably.. idk change it.

But if people like it, I'll keep it.

I know the ministry fight wasn't big, but I liked the Shawn plot twist and thought that added more, yk humfp to the situation. Also I hate writing fighting scenes. Which I think is clear in the last part of this in the drew vs Leon coffin match. Which I skiped despite it being the main plot of it.

I also think the idea of Leon, this violent force, using something other than animalistic violence to defeat his biggest foe is true character long term story telling. Yes he stabbed him but it was the brains of him and and shawn that pulled it all off.

I do like updating Leon's character design. So either way that'll stick. Also lightning scars are scary, because of how you get them, but so cool looking.

Enjoy:)

#wwe #shawn michaels #the undertaker #wwf #hbtaker #undertaker x shawn michaels #shawn x undertaker #triple h #leon michaels #kevin nash #cassidy michaels #john cena #drew mcintyre #the family of destruction fics #the family of destruction #leons nightmare

[miraclecherryblossomsblog]

Tw: mentions of death, war, murder, child abuse, slavery, lil blood think thats all but anything i missed feel free to tell me

Note: not very knowledgeable with the witcher fandom but i tried to investagate what i could, but even so ill probsbly get stuff wrong so my apologies here. Also good with writting so sorry if it sounds shitty XD

POV: u found out whose been stealing ur food

Ana from Nilfgaardian: Backstory

Ana's life was filled by nothing but human's torment and survival. She only 3 years old when she was found with her mother's corpse and letter saying that whoever finded her to please took care of her. Samuel one of the prisioners in the group took the child as his own, felt pity to let it die in the middle of the forest like her mother.

And so for the next 3 years Ana would grew up being taught the best way to stay alive is to stay quiet and obey. Ana's only family was a grop of criminals but they loved her and took care of her as their own. But even so, child or no the guards wouldnt care less, once you become a prisioner you're treated like one...

They knew she wouldn't last long in this hell of a place....

When the heard the rumors of a witcher close to these walls, they decided to help her to escape, witchers protected people so if she could find the witcher she could find protection.

She met the group later on, they found her eating their food behind the bushes, she tried to run off and they were gonna let her go if she hadn't fainted duo to exhaustion. The decided to take her in until they could find someone who could take care of her. (Spoilers that day hasnt come 😃)

(They gotted clothes for her cuz c'mon she was barefoot the poor thing :/)

Interactions with the group:

Avdol: He was the first one who she got the closets with his calm aura made her trust him, he likes to read her and share stories of their past hunts, he also tends to spoonfeed her a lot. Litteraly calls him mama XD (doesnt really mind, he thinks its cute)

Kakyion: The quiet duo. They mostly enjoy eachothers company, likes to play with his hair and observe him and avdol when they making potions (she sometimes gets handsy but backs off when told to)

Polnareff: she like his music, she sometimes ask him to sing her to sleep (specialy after having a nightmare) he like to tease her sometimes (which ends up her biting him lol) also because she so quiet she tends to scare him off HAHA

Alex & Yanyu: She loves them :3. Very affectionate with them and likes to sleep on Yanyu's lap. Although Alex gets a lil nosy sometimes so she just cover her ears to let her know shes being too loud (i feel like she tends to raise her voice without meaning to like me xddd)

Jotaro: Another one whose she's very affectionate with. Was scared of him at first but she gets very attached to him later on. Calls him papa (says he doesnt like it but he actually MELTS at the name) stays close to him the most and likes to put flowers in his hair. Loves being carried by him 💕

Ana: Da-ddy?

Jotaro: Do I look like-

Ana: :(

Jotaro:..........Fine

Ana: Papa! :D

He's like those dads that didnt want the dog at first, but treats them like their kid the next day lol

Joseph: He babies her the most and likes to tell her stories of his old adventures, he tells him about holly sometimes (mostly when jota isnt close) uses her as shirld whenever he pisses jota cuz he knows how soft he's become on ana (jota denise it but we all know how it is 🙄)

Overall they all love her very much and will fight anyone who hurts the child

____________________________

Note: Witcher jjba au belongs to the wonderful @ahoge-fish pls go and check it out on their blog! Cuz its thanks to them im just as hooked as i am to this fandom now ksksksksks

Also hope i didnt make the characters to ooc here (im sorry if i did)

#jjba #jjba au #jjba witcher au #tw slavery #tw child abuse #tw death #others oc #jotaro kujo #joseph joestar #kakyion noriaki #alexandra parker #avdol muhammad #tw injury #ahoge #ahoge's oc #comic #long post #my oc #my original characters #ana #tw blood #red ❤ #yanyu tee #jean pierre polnareff

[airsignss]

HBO War Fluffy Holiday Prompts Day 11

Title: See What I Look Like Under Them Lights

Prompt(s): Decorating & Snowed In

Pairing: cmon now

Rating: T-ish

Words: 1864

Authors note: am i cheating? I think im cheating bc i combined 2 prompts. Sorry, im bad at this stuff. Work and life got in the way this week but I still wanted to do something this week so i did a lil twofer. TBH this coming week is much the same (board meeting+ holiday obligations) so i may end up doing the same but we’ll see. Same au and all that, bc thats all i know how to write so hope you enjoy! [Prompt(s) from @almost-a-class-act]

}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{

Gene had gotten used to snow, he had even come to enjoy it in a way. Living in the north for long enough with no plans to leave he came to accept it as a fact of life. There were limits to it though, and being outside working while the stuff fell in blankets was one of them.

“Why did we have to do this today?” Gene asked as he climbed up the ladder, the string of lights wrapped around his arm. He did his best to shield his face from the wet sting of the snow hitting it. Babe settled his weight on the bottom rung for safety when Gene was far enough up.

“We are literally supposed to get a foot and a half more of snow, we wouldn’t have been able to get it done any other time.” He explained. They had gone back and forth all day, it was their first Christmas in their home and Babe wanted to make a statement. “Besides we are literally almost done, we just have to do the porch after this, so buck up buttercup.” He quipped, leaning up to smack Gene’s ass. Gene turned around and glared playfully at Babe who winked.

“If I didn’t love you so much…” Gene grumbled, stringing the lights in the clips he had placed along the eaves edge.

“But ya do, so you can’t complain.” Babe remarked, sticking his tongue out to catch the floating flakes. Gene plugged in the string to the adjoining one and held his breath as he made sure everything lit completely. When it did, he grinned and turned to look down at Babe. Babe’s face was illuminated by the glow, and his eyes were lit with wonder.

Gene climbed down the rungs and pulled Babe into his arms as soon as he was back on the ground. “Perfect.” Babe said softly, his smile wide and excited like a child. The day had turned to night hours ago, so the other houses on the street with decorations were lit as well. It felt like a scene from the holiday movies he would watch as a child, where a white Christmas was all but a fairytale in the backwoods of Louisiana. The snow picked up, the storm had fully arrived so they quickly finished wrapping lights and called it good; saying anything that needed fixing they could do the next day.

“Tell me again why we need two trees, run through that one more time.” Gene said as he pulled the box containing the new seven footer into their front living room. Babe followed close behind with the bags of decorations he bought specifically for it. Gene let the box drop and he collapsed back into the overstuffed sofa.

“Because this one is the nice tree, it is gonna rotate and everything just wait until you see it it’s fucking neat!” He said, giddy to set up his new toy. Gene watched as he took a pocket knife to the box, slashing the tape open.

“What’ wrong with our old one?Why can’t we have it in here?” He asked through a yawn. The tree that Babe had bought the first year they were together that they subsequently used from that point on was set up in the family room, decorated with ornaments they had curated together over their nearly seven years together; it was a snapshot of the life they had built together. Babe set the knife down and joined Gene on the couch, settling into his lap. He wrapped his arms around Gene’s shoulders, his fingers scratching at the back of Gene’s head the way Babe knows he likes.

“Nothing is wrong with it, it has all the special stuff on it; and it will be for our family, whatever that ends up looking like. This is like… it’s ‘the pretty tree’, I’ve never had one of those but you moved me to the suburbs so now I get to have one. So if anything, this is your fault.” He told Gene, his voice deceptively sweet. Gene snorted out a laugh and rolled his eyes. Babe smiled and placed a quick, chaste kiss on his partner's lips.

“Funny, I don’t remember that being part of our closing agreement when we bought this place.” He remarked and it was Babe’s turn to roll his eyes. He stood up and took a breath before giving the explanation one more time.

“Family room, family tree; Living room, pretty tree. That’s it, that's all you have to remember. And after this one we’re literally done since I did everything else so quit your bitching.” He said, his tone playfully bitchy. Gene silently gestured for Babe’s hand, asking for help getting up. Babe obliged and pulled Gene up and into another embrace. Gene buried his face in Babe’s neck and Babe pressed a kiss into the side of Gene’s head. They stood like that for a few more moments, rocking back and forth before Babe put space between them.

“You’re stalling, come on.” He directed. Gene huffed and reached down for the remote, putting on a local news channel for noise in the background. The pair began the task of setting up the tree, their differing styles clashing. Babe carefully read the instructions while Gene reached into the box and tried to parse what each piece might do.

“-and most recent forecast out of the National Weather Service in State College is saying some folks in the viewing area could see up to three feet overnight, while Pittsburgh is keeping with their 2 and a half model. Either way folks in the tri-state area are gonna be digging out tomorrow morning.” The meteorologist on screen said, his forecast background noise as the pair worked on their project together.

“Three feet, Jesus christ. I don’t think we’ve ever seen that much snow around here.” Babe muttered from under the tree, connecting cords and changing the settings. Gene nodded even though Babe couldn’t see him.

“If I had to go in tomorrow I’d be fucked.” He said absently catching a glimpse of Babe’s ass as he squirmed under the tree, thinking of all the things they COULD do with nothing to do and nowhere to go.

“Stop staring at my ass and flip the switch.” Babe ordered, still under the tree but shimmying out. Gene waited until Babe was safely out and flipped the switch.

“How did you know I was staring at your ass?” He asked and Babe shrugged.

“Because it was right there, and I know how you are, pervert.” He said nonchalantly, sitting up straight to see if the tree was working. Gene didn’t even have the courtesy to be embarrassed, he just shrugged and threw Babe a winking with a knowing smirk. Babe looked at the tree, the lights crossing both their faces as it spun slowly. Babe scampered slightly, quickly getting up to turn the lights of the room off to get the full effect.

“Ain’t that something?” He asked, more rhetorically than anything. Gene nodded in agreement and gestured for Babe to sit back down with him.

“I get it now.” He said and Babe turned to look at him inquisitively. “I get the pretty tree.” Babe giggled, leaning in to kiss Gene soundly on the mouth. After a few more minutes of admiration, they began to decorate with the all new everything Babe had bought for it. Gene wasn’t going to ask how much Babe spent, he would just see when the credit card statement came.

They bickered back and forth about ornament placement and tinsel usage but in the end it came out perfectly. They laid under the tree when they finished, looking up at the twinkling lights. Gene looked over at Babe, more enthralled with the way the soft light made him glow. He reached over to cup Babe’s face gently, dragging his thumb lightly across his cheekbones. Babe’s eyes met his own, full of a sweetness he reserved just for Gene. After a little while longer under the tree, Babe yawned.

“C’mon let’s go upstairs before I end up needing to carry you.” Gene said, shimmying himself out from his position. Babe hadn’t moved but he heard a whine. “C’mon Beanie Baby, on your feet.” He said, crouching down to gently drag Babe towards him. When his face was revealed, Babe was sporting an exaggerated pout, Gene chuckled and helped the redhead sit up. They stood and after making sure everything was locked and turned off, made their way up the stairs. They slid into bed together, Babe asleep almost as soon as his head hit the pillow. After pressing a kiss to his hair.

The next morning, Gene woke up to an empty bed. An unusual occurrence since he was more of an early riser, even on weekends. The room was still dark thanks to the blackout curtains. He reached blindly for his phone, and the screen read 8:15 am; much earlier than Babe even considered getting up every other Saturday. He pulled on the pair of flannel pants on the floor near his side of the bed and padded quietly out of the bedroom and down the stairs. He heard humming coming from the kitchen and the sound of coffee being brewed.

Babe smiled at him when he entered the kitchen, and gently pushed a steaming cup across the island counter to him. Gene took a grateful sip before he spoke.

“Good morning, cher. You’re up a little early?” He asked and Babe shrugged with a shy smile.

“I like to be up on snowy mornings to watch it.” He said, taking a small sip from his own mug. Gene did know that, thinking back to his mental catalog of ‘Babe Things’ and his love of sitting in the same sport all day to watch a snow storm being one of them.

Gene held out his hand for Babe and led him into the adjoining family room. He settled them into the deep cushions of the couch. Their ‘family tree’ was proudly lit in the corner, and that made Gene smile. Gene took a look outside, the visibility a few notches higher than a complete white-out. The snow had piled up on the deck, and the drifts had to have been almost three feet high.

“Looks like we’re snowed in.” He remarked, helping Babe spread the blanket over top of them. Babe nodded in agreement.

“Unless you wanna go out there and dig us out.” He teased, reaching for the remote to turn something mindless on. Gene made a face and shook his head.

“Nah, I have everything I need right here.” He told Babe with a wink. Babe smiled as he channel surfed, scanning the Saturday morning options.

“Do you want breakfast soon?” Babe asked, settling into Gene’s embrace. He looked up at Gene expectantly. Gene smirked, a devilish look Babe had to know the meaning of.

“I got my breakfast right here.” He quipped, and Babe swatted his chest before leaning in for a kiss… a very long kiss. Some parts of snowy days were enjoyable to Gene, this was one of them.

#hbo war barely coherant christmas #baberoe #my wrtitng #i can easily go SO hallmark movie with these so count ur blessings im not

[blanketwithcheese]

Bit of a goofy Lil sad post about me but I'm started to feel like a nuisance to everyone around me so I'm using my resources

So a couple months ago, I lost my room to my cousin at my mom's house, and it caused a HUGE rift in the relationship I have with my mom, and it already wasn't great. And after a year, I finally got my room back because my cousin left for summer, and even though I knew I would most definitely lose my room again when I left for school, atleast it was something.

That was until today, where my cousin came back and now SHE is missing a room, so I asked my mom what the room situation was and she said "well (cousin) is upset because she wants the room and your upset because you say it's your room"

I- IM SORRY?! ok, so you're telling me that I'm crazy for thinking it's my room because when we did a house tour you tried to convince me to take this room, am I crazy for thinking it's my room after we AGREED on the reasons I should have this room, YOUR TELLING ME that I'm crazy for thinking it's MY ROOM because when the initial argument about this happened you threw (cousin) under the bus. Oh my bad I didn't know that being told a room is MY ROOM and then thinking it's MY ROOM makes me insane, I didn't know it made me absolutely bonkers, I didn't know it made me astronomically unhinged. MY BAD ILL TRY AND DO BETTER NEXT TIME.

So after that little sentence I chose this moment to try and understand what dear old MOTHER thinks because we clearly aren't on the same page, so I asked her "is it not my room, it seems we aren't on the same page, so what do you think" and after a bit of background and forth of trying to drag it out of her because she kept trying to avoid the question, she responded "I don't know the situation I don't know"

...I'm sorry, apologies, guilt ridden?

You. Don't. Know. I'm happy I finally got an answer (and ignoring that it took this long), but it shouldn't be this hard to understand, when we looked at the house we all collectively decided that I got backdoor room, (cousin) got average room, and the parents got the guest bedroom and the couch, what's difficult about that.

Oh but wait a minute, you know when a couple words ago I said we all collectively decided, yeah I'm starting to think that wasnt the agreement my mom and cousin had because, before I left there wasnt a bedframe in the room, when I come back all of a sudden there's a loft bed, before I left there wasn't a TV, when I came back there was a chonken TV, before I left there were random boxes and shelves that were just thrown in there for convenience, when I came back shocker they were all gone. And the list of differences just keeps on going, the fake vines that are hung up in places I can't reach, the mini fridge, the 10 boxes worth of stuff scattered. All of that, and you mean to tell me that my cousin did that ALL herself, even if there wasn't an initial deal done where she would get my room while I was gone, they most Definitely helped her move her stuff the other room and that hurts just as much I'd say.

Now I'm sure you might be thinking "well clearly your not gonna be there all the time do you just expect them to have a useless empty room while your gone?" And to that I say no, I would have been fine if they used my room as storage or and office while I was gone but they didn't do that, they completely gave my room to someone else without telling or asking me and then tried to make my cousin look bad and then make me look bad, they alienated me in a home I'm supposed to feel safe and protected in, they made me feel homesick in a place I'm supposed to call a home, they took away my privacy and safety.

And in the end what did my mother say when she offered to discuss the situation "I just want you to feel comfortable the next couple of time you come here" and it took everything in my power to not tell her that it's too late for me to ever feel safe around here or around her, because she created a broken environment for me that she can't fix.

I think that if my younger self who also had to live with the same cosin saw the situation I was in right now, she would beat out cousin to the ground, I never liked my cousin because she was annoying and my mom would never pay attention to me and only give her attention to my cousin (I mean and Facebook but I didn't understand that part at the time) and now look where we are, I no longer have a female role model in my life AND i wish I was dead because my mom gave more attention to my cousin. This was a long post, but oh well. I only have to be here for a couple more weeks, and I'm already 110% done

#mentally exhausted

[stitchthesewords]

hi belle! tonight i come bearing more music related questions

i know you like ghost and lately youve taken to some new stuff by scene queen and other stuff you listed, but do you have any stuff thats followed you for years that youre still big on? and what did you grow up on music wise if i may ask?

i grew up on a lot of 2000/2010s alternative rock and metal, emo, Lots of eminem... and also a lot of owl city actually. owl city is something thats stuck with me to this day. non-childhood music thats stuck with me pretty hard would have to be the nvermind the living dead album by stuck in the sound. 2006 french rock i found in middle school. im excited to hear about your picks :]

Sorry this took so long to answer OTL me n my adhd are going to bat at each other

Okay so - stuff that has followed me and always will are Evanescence [the big one], Linkin Park, and Seether. Mwah. Some of the best music. Growing up though my music taste was uhhhh how shall we say fucking - my mom was born in 1948 and my dad was born in 1956 and then my siblings were born in the VERY early 1970s so I listened to like. Elvis, the Beach Boys, Old school Snoop Dogg. I'm also from a very big music city, so a lot of the stuff I listened to was like, handmade CDs from local street artists.

I was also very big on 00s-10s alternative metal and rock music but also pop. Britney Spears is the love of my life. I used to have a karoake machine growing up and I would stand in this rinky dink table and do lil performances to all of Britney's songs. The Blackout album might have been her lowest point personally in her life but it was lifechanging for me. Radar my beloved.

#Asks #xxzapvanityxx #Needless to say I was a very big proponent of FreeBritney long before it really picked up steam #Evanescence was also my first ever Concert #Again - big music scene city so we have a huge music fest every year

[firein-thesky]

Hello :) I have just finished reading "Anew" and I thought of leaving a message again :). I'm sorry in advance for the lengthy message - I hope it isn't too much of a bother ..

To put it simply, it's mesmerizing. The narration flows so naturally the act of reading feels as smooth as breathing; not to mention the amount of detail you have put into it - It makes it so evocative, so real. Your hard work and artistic sensitivity are evident in your words :).

The way you portrayed the characters in their youth .. their feelings felt palpable, painfully human I'd dare to say, and relatable. And the line where you called Megumi "the usurper"??

That and of course Gojo and reader, and how they evolved together and individually (especially right after geto's defection) .. well, if I started speaking about that i would never stop talking, I think 😂. Something I want to underline about them in this chapter is how intense, vulnerable and intimate their first night of marriage felt, especially for the reader.

This was a whole experience, i swear - It felt like being cracked open, broken and put back together (in the best way possible). I teared up, smiled, and held my breath and I believe there's nothing more i'd want to ask of a story like this one. I think you really deserve to be appreciated for the effort you put into it,, so thank you for updating this once again and kudos for the amazing work!

P.s. I have also read, since my last ask, "to hold and be held" .. I know it's a bit old, but I wanted to tell you I loved that story too. I really did. It has become easily one of my favorite pieces of fanfiction of all time, along with Godmaker! But I don't want to and won't take any more space in your inbox,, I just wanted to share some love for it too! And please, excuse me for any eventual mistakes - English is not my first language .. With that said, I hope you have a great day :))

oh gosh please NEVER apologize for long asks. i've reread this so many times since you sent it. genuinely i think it's so kind that you took time to reach out and send your thoughts after reading–it means a lot to me! i know i say it every time, but it really does!! i mean it every time i say it!!

but THANK YOU again for such kind compliments. i was a lil nervous about this chapter and it's just really reassuring to read this!! thank you

i have called (and thought many times) about megumi as a sort of "usurper" figure to gojo.,.,i think i have posts somewhere on this blog ab it lol but i just HAD to include it here too! i think it's so...fun, for lack of a better word.

and gojo and the reader! i really wanted their wedding night to be...ig i wanted to sort of put reader in her place a little/shake her up a little. i think she's always in control, or previously has always been in control and i wanted to make her more vulnerable for once!

gosh im just so glad you enjoyed this chapter!! 🥺💕 and i will not pretend i have not worked hard/put a lot of effort into this story bc writing IS hard lol and i labored over this one quite a bit, so once more, this is very very appreciated 🥺 ik i write for myself and because i enjoy it but messages like this make me feel like sharing it and posting is very worth it and very worth the connections with others. its very special to me!

and THANK YOU about to hold and be held, too!! i really enjoyed writing that one and i'm so glad you enjoyed it too! Pining as a theme and unrequited love is a favorite of mine!

thank you so much again!! i hope you've had a wonderful weekend and you have a good following week! i can't express how grateful i am 💕

#thank you thank you thank you #hope you're doing well my friend!! #excited to share more of godmaker and other pieces!! #much love 🤍 #cielo chats!

[ahoge-fish]

Hello :3

Hope ur doing ok over there (i know we interacted not so long ago but im still asking)

I have a few questions that i been wondering for a while one about carlos (god i hope i got the bbys name right) and the other about alex (pls feel free to answer one if u want)

Ok first for our lil new member in the kujo family (part 4 i mean):

So i know that carlos got very attached to alex and became instant bond with Jolyne but im curious about jotaro how was the lil boy with him at first? Was he shy around him? Was he intimidated by him?

Second: What are alex's favorite and least favorite food? Does she have any alergies?

Sorry for the long ask! Also dont feel forced to answer if u dont wish too i know ur taking a break so i dont wish to bother u!

Thank u for ur time and patience!

HIII! :D It's always good to ask that, but yes luckily I'm still good and I hope you too! 💖💖💖

Oh I'll surely answer your questions, because I LOVE asks like this!! And thank YOU for asking them, you're not bothering me at all 😌 You're so sweet tho, thank you for your kindness💖💖💖

Also whoopsies the boy's name not Carlos but Luis, don't worry about that tho! You should see me when I try to remember some characters names, I totally go the opposite way HAHAHAHAHAH But anyway! Here you go the answers ;)

How did Luis react to Jotaro?

When they first found him at the old house, Luis felt safe enough to hug Alexandra, as Jotaro was inspecting his father's dead body in the other room. When they took him at the SPW, Luis only talked to Alexandra, not because everyone else was being rude to him, but because she was the one to first calm him down, and so he felt more at ease with her.

Did Jotaro try to talk to him while he was still at the SPW? Yes, he tried. He grew up from being the rebel teenage boy to the educated man that he was at that moment. But as we all know he still has a very intimidating aura, with his cold face and always frowned eyebrows. So you can imagine how a child that just got out from the situation that he was could've react.

He was not scared of him to the point of screaming, he simply kept his mouth shut and didn't even look at him. Jotato however tried to talk to him with the most gentle tone of voice that he could've do, getting nothing in return.

Jotaro was not mad or upset about it, he knows that he doesn't look like the frendliest guy at first sight. But things started to preoccupie him when him and Alex decided to adopt little Luis.

The little boy walked away from the room where the man was, when they had breakfast/lunch/dinner he always seated at the opposide sit from Jotaro, when Luis and Jolyne had to go to school and Jotaro took them there with his car, Luis stayed silent the whole ride (and if Jolyne seated in the back seats with him, he always hugged her arm).

Alexandra and Jolyne noticed it, and they talked about that with Luis too, but he just didn't feel comfortable with the scary man.

So, what did Jotaro do to gain his trust? Something that if someone reminded to him, he would've punched them straight in the face (jk, but almost)

That was obviously Alexandra's idea, and Jotaro being desperate just accepted to do it. So one day, to make Luis understand that Jotaro is a gentle giant, they both made him and Jolyne wait in a room. And when they opened the door, the children immediately bursted into a loud laugh.

Their parents where both wearing a dolphin costume, making especially Jotaro more ridiculous. But did he do it only for his new child to trust him? Yes. During the entire evening they all played together and even shared some facts about dolphins.

In the end it was worth it, because Luis started to feel more at ease with his father.

What are Alex favourite food and least favourite?

Alexandra would eat anything comestible that she has in front of her eyes, but the dish that she fell in love with is "gnocchi al pesto".

The earliest memory that she has is her grandma giving her a big plate of gnocchi with pesto, and she digged in it because she just enjoyed it very much. From that moment, she always asked her mother if she could've do only gnocchi with pesto, at which Isabella laughed but made that dish very often.

Her father Michael, always being the pIECE OF SHIT THAT HE IS- always has to ruin any joy that Alex has :) So because one evening he got mad at Isabella for making the same dish, and because "Alex gained weight and become more ugly that she already was", she stopped doing it for a long period of time. Alexandra understood the situation, so she didn't ask for that dish anymore.

And one dish that she hates? It's not because she doesn't like the taste, but because it was Michael's favourite. It is miso soup, a dish that always brings Alex the memories of her father, that's why she hates it.

Does she have any alergies?

She is allergic to kiwi. She discovered it one day she was at Jotaro's house, and Holly had some fruits to give to the young friends.

She started to feel her throat getting tighter and tighter, until it was visible that it was swollen and red. The two friends didn't know what to do, since they were only 11 at the time and that Holly went out to buy some food for dinner, so they both rushed to Alexandra's house.

Luckily there was only Isabella, that immediately brought Alexandra to the ER. Jotaro went with them and was very nervous, but Isabella calmed him down telling him that she was alright and that they came just in time.

Later Alexandra was indeed alright and she was diagnosed with an allergy for kiwi.

Jotaro for a period of time was very paranoid with this, and so made sure that even the most obvious foods didn't have kiwi in them.

#•🐠 answers• #jotaro kujo #alexandra parker #luis kujo #jjba #jjba oc

[friesian]

1, 13, 30 (https://kralkatorrik.tumblr.com/post/691801307850440704/soft-asks-to-get-to-know-people cos it was a while ago)

HI HELLO!!! i hope u don't mind since i answered 1 and 30 a lil bit ago, i give some more options for those!! plus for 1 i just love talking about my music tastes hee hee. 1. what song makes you feel better?

MORE SONGS THAT MAKE ME FEEL GOOD!! WOO HOO!! i'll give down 3 more! if you notice repeating artists.... i sorry... but a lot of them are just very much some of my faves and i like A LOT of their tracks. fish whisperer -- vylet pony (i will always feel so artistically motivated after this one.) goblins -- nekrogoblikon (named my new kitten after this one. his name is nekrogoblikon. idk. something about this song is just GREAT.) euthanasia rollercoaster -- foreign gnomes + KM_EXP (THIS ONE IS BECAUSE i associate it with the big soo-won fight and marwyd with aurenes hammer and im just like. YES YES YES YES YES YES YES!!!) 13. what’s your comfort food? OHHHHH so. i have a REALLY bad stomach. celiac, intolerances, and just a sensitive bitch of a muscle. so my comfort food is very limited. but my go to is honestly french fries. ESPECIALLY fresh. i really like getting them from sheetz. i get 2 cups of fries and hard boiled eggs and it is GREAT. it's very simple and filling believe it or not. 30. what reminds you of home (doesn’t have to mean house… just things that remind you of the feeling of home)?

so. i suppose to get sappy again, maybe a little sad. so sorry for how long winded this one is. i never knew any of my grandparents except for my grandmother on my dad's side. i loved her very much. she had a bad marriage. my dad only talked to her through arguments honestly. but she never ever took it out on me. when i was in middle school, she got REALLY sick. there was malpractice and she had to move near my parents, and essentially ended up moving right next to the school. i used to walk over after school and care for her since she had breathing problems, stomach problems, you name it. however, she made sure i still felt at home and wouldn't go hungry. she'd still spoil her grandkid despite being on disability and not really ever having a job. so, before i was sick as i am now, she used to buy me those REALLY cheap box pizzas you see in stores for like a dollar. she would get A LOT of them since the school lunches were SO bad i just would not eat, and i was always too tired in the morning to make my own lunch (i lived out in bumfuck nowhere, so i woke up at 5 so i could get to school at 7). she'd have a stack of them in the old fridge from the early 90s, alongside her michelina's alfredo noodles she loved, and the ice packs she had in there for her back pain. i'd slap one of those bad boys in the microwave for a few minutes, turn on courage the cowardly dog on that small sad excuse for a flatscreen tv, check in on her, sit and eat my pizza. just me with this little tv table, her in bed, me watching tv. it felt great. she'd still ask me "those pizzas okay?" in that thick jersey accent she had. like somehow i'd change my mind half way through devouring one of those things, covered in sauce and cheese lol. i can't have those pizzas now. but sometimes my wife buys and makes them. it makes me think of her small apartment. a place i'd happily call a second home. makes me tear up a bit writing it since my grandmother passed about nine years ago now. i think around the start of next year will be ten years without her. but those damn pizzas still make me think of her, and that cozy feeling of her watching cartoons with me.

#more sap from elf? at this hour? its more likely than you think #i don't often talk about my childhood so thank you for giving me the opportunity to talk about someone who meant a lot to me #my grandma deserves to be remembered.

[tqotsx3]

When you get this, you have to answer with 5 things you like about yourself, publicly. Then send this ask to 10 of your favourite followers. (not forced ofc)

hey sorry i fell off the face of the earth cause WOWIE i took a while to see this, ive just been busy with school and some other stuff

also i love this prompt! i dont really think about myself often but i should appreciate who i am more! and i think people should appreciate who they are and the joy they bring into the world more too!!

i dont know how id pick just 10 of my favorite followers (they are all so cool), so if you follow me and ur reading this, if you wanna you should also take some time to appreciate yourself and post 5 things you like about yourself

ok ill stop stalling

Being able to tell when i did something wrong - part of the reason it took me so long to even respond to this was because i was in the process of reconciling with my old friend group. I had left about two years prior because i fell in love with my best friend and had gotten rejected, and at the time i was devastated, so much so that i pretty much cut contact with all of my friends from that group. I lived off of mainly spite and shame for what had happened for about 1 year, after which i tried connecting with other people at my school. this eventually led me to figuring out my gender and really looking at how my feelings had shifted over the years that I was gone, and while i felt much less angry, i still couldn't bring myself to join back. atleast, not until i saw a viral tweet from one of the friends of that group, which made me realize that by leaving the group i had missed so much, and they had missed so much of my life too. I joined back with my friends on december 1st, which i will remember fondly for the rest of my life. i know what i did was wrong now, and i consider leaving the biggest regret of my life so far. but just like that, i also consider rejoining one of the greatest joys i have ever experienced. i guess what im trying to say is that i know i mess up, like all the time about a lot of things, but i think im pretty good about owning up to that and admitting my mistakes.

2. Lack of Shame - oh boy what a great thing to follow up my trauma dump, lets go full horny now!! ok not really, but ever since i realized i was trans ive kinda let go of any shame about my body image or what i enjoy sexually. when i was a kid i used to fucking hate myself for being overweight, thinking i was wrong and i needed to lose weight constantly. and then when i got older, i also did that but for a porn addiction i thought i had (which later turned out to be my gender dysphoria manifesting but i didnt know that for another like 8 years). and now i dont bash myself for these things, its so nice to live my life without judging myself for every little thing that i perceived as wrong with myself. looking back on it, its kinda crazy since a majority of the things i hated about myself i never really had a problem with, it was moreso that there was a strict societal standard that wormed its way into my skull and made me think i was inferior when i really just wasnt. so anyway i hornypost 24/7 to all my friends and theyve all gotten tired of it (in a joking way, ofc if any of them were actually uncomfortable with me doing that I would respect that and stop immediately). anyways i need to be bred to death like a female axolotl

3. kindness - i sure hope i am!!! i try pretty hard to be nice to people and to make sure everyone around me knows theyre loved and appreciated and that they bring in so much joy to the people around them and to the world in general!!! at the end of the day i want everyone to be happy!!! on that note i need to get into the habit of saying this more but FREE PALESTINE!!! i cant really hope that everyones happy without condemning a literal genocide happening

4. curiosity and a lil ambition - i like learning things!! and i like that i like to learn things!! ive been happy going to school and learning about topics that interest me (mainly chemistry and computer science) and im glad that i have an interest in learning cause this world is so fucking cool and i want to learn how it works!!!!!

5. direction - and after all that has happened, after all my struggles and my losses, and my victories and my epiphanies, im just so proud of myself for finally knowing who i really am. there were times when i was alone where i would wonder if i would ever be happy, if i would ever figure out what i was supposed to be doing. i dont think i would ever have expected my life to be at this point and i am just so happy that i finally get to enjoy my life. I hope that everyone i ever know and everyone i ever dont gets to experience this too.

if you see this, just know that you are invaluable and awesome to have around. know that if you are lost, you will find who you are one day, you'll know what you want to do, where you want to go, who you want to be.

much love to you all.