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hxney-lemcn · 4 months

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The Riddle of Love — Gotham! Edward Nygma x gn! reader

summery: Edward's interest shifts to someone who indulges in his love of riddles.

tw: bullying (?), kristen kringle is a warning all her own in this fic, implied rejection (not really tho, Ed's just awkward).

a/n: I hope so much that I wrote all these characters correctly. I have riddler fever rn and really wanted to write for him, but I've always been scared that I'd write him too ooc. I think I did good tho.

wc: 3.1k

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“What is it that no one wants to have, but no one wants to lose either?” I asked. I already knew it was a lost cause. Edward Nygma was the smartest man I had ever met. Dorky? Yes. Nerdy? Absolutely. Smart? Incredibly. So trying to impress him at his own game wasn’t exactly the smartest move. Yet, the first time I gave him a riddle to solve (which he solved ridiculously fast), I don’t think I’d ever seen him so happy. So I continued to scour the internet in my free time to try and find obscure riddles.

Although this riddle wasn’t that obscure. I was running out of riddles to find, and I sure as hell couldn’t make my own.

“A lawsuit,” Eddie replied without missing a beat, still focusing on testing blood samples.

I couldn’t stop the pout that formed on my face, “It’s not fair how smart you are.”

I didn’t see Ed’s lips twitch up, how the praise I didn’t think twice about saying impacted him more than he’d like to admit. It was quiet for a few minutes, and I looked back down to the papers I had brought with me. Sometimes, I found myself working in the forensic lab when I could. One of the perks of being a criminal data analyst. I could make my notes on paper, and then just copy them into the computer later.

Since I was a data analyst, I was in the record archives often. I was acquainted with Kristen Kringle, which obviously led me to Edward Nygma. She would complain about him if I came in after he had left. At that point I didn’t know him, but I also found her complaints unfounded. I’d let her vent, but I’d also speak up for him, which made her glance away in what I assume was guilt. Then there were the unfortunate times that I’d walk in on his awkward flirting. I’d just tensely put away or take the files I needed for my research and leave them to it.

But after enough times, I’d caught him in the middle of one of his riddles. An easy one, probably to dumb it down for Kringle so she’d be enticed to answer it in the first place. Yet he had caught the attention of the wrong person. Although that didn’t seem to put a damper on his mood. He only sent me a tight lipped smile with a little ‘ding ding ding!’. That’s how I was caught hook line and sinker. His mannerisms were oddly endearing to me, and that’s how our odd little friendship formed.

I was brought out of my reverie as Eddie shuffled over to his microscope, “I am a nine lettered word and rhyme with perfection; I am another name for love. What am I?”

I blinked, not ready for a riddle, even though I always should be in the presence of him. I looked up from my work, and I noticed how Eddie was sweating, his cheeks flushing a bright red. I tapped the metal table anxiously, the word love had thrown me off my game and my brain felt empty of anything else. I mumbled words under my breath that rhyme with perfection.

“Deception, reception, perception,” I mumbled, yet none of them fit the rest of the rhyme. The longer I took, the more anxious Eddie seemed to get. “Affection. Oh! The answer is affection!”

Ed cleared his throat, adjusting his glasses, “Y-yes, that is correct. G-good job.” My proud smile fell into a more awkward one, thinking over the implications. That riddle sounded like one he’d save for Kringle. Was he running out of riddles as well? The thought alone was preposterous. It was tense for a bit. And when I realized I had nothing left to do but input the current data I had on some wanna be gang leader. The sad part is I knew that the cops aren’t going to be the first ones who get them.

Even though I needed to leave, it felt wrong for some reason. To leave the situation after Edward had seemed to admit something in his unique way of sharing. I didn’t want to assume his feelings, yet I knew he also wasn’t one to just state them willingly. Biting my lip anxiously, I decided to just do it.

Walking over towards Ed’s hunched form, I leaned down to place a light kiss to his cheek, “I’ll see ya later Eddie.” Then I booked it out of the room, leaving behind a very flustered dork.

It wasn’t much later in the day when Doctor Lee Thompson entered my office. It wasn’t much of an office. The dark walls made the space feel enclosed, and it barely fit my desk and the few cabinets it held. Yet I didn’t mind it since it was a space for myself. Lee, on the other hand, was another acquaintance whose office was nowhere near mine. She’d only come to my office for a few reasons, if it was work related (which was rare since our departments weren’t similar), or if it was personal. Sometimes she fessed that it seemed I needed some company, that it would do me no good to spend all this time alone in my office. Other times…it was on a more personal note, about Eddie and I’s relationship.

She plopped a candy bar on my desk, a placating move that was all too familiar.

“You must’ve done a real number on Ed,” She smirked, sitting on my desk. Due to the tiny size of the room, and the nature of my job, I didn’t have a seat for guests.

“What do you mean?” I asked. Deep down, I knew exactly what she meant. I knew Edward was an awkward man, and his experience with flirting was an ultimate zero. Yet it was hard to imagine that he was still affected by a small gesture of affection… Okay maybe the gesture wasn’t that small, for either of us, but still!

Lee’s smirk widened, “I think you know exactly what. Poor little Ed kept stumbling over his words when I brought you up. Something must’ve happened.”

I unwrapped the candy bar as she spoke, wanting to avoid any thought of the earlier moment. Looking back it was so awkward and a terrible attempt at…what? Flirting? Was that my intention? I didn’t even know my own intentions!

I took a bite from the candy bar, savoring the sweet flavor before having to explain the painfully awkward memory. When I managed to explain the event, Lee couldn’t stop herself from chuckling, causing me to finish my candy bar with a bitter look.

“That sounds like something you’d both do,” She smiled.

“What’s that supposed to mean,” I huffed, trying to fight off the flush of embarrassment I felt.

“Nothing,” She sighed wistfully. “But you two really take your time, huh?”

“Shut up,” I scowled.

“Okay, okay,” She threw her hands up in mock surrender. “I’ll stop teasing…for now. But seriously, I think you two would be cute together.”

I let out a childish groan, “I get it. Is there anything else you need?”

“No,” She smiled as she stood up. “Just wanted to see what had Ed all wound up.”

I rolled my eyes, but my heart skipped a beat at the implication. As Lee saw herself out, my mind kept racing. What was Ed doing right now? What was he thinking about? Did he really care enough about my opinion, about my affection, that he was still affected by it? I stared at my computer screen, the cursor blinking mindlessly. Glancing at the time, I scowled as I realized I still had 30 minutes left to my shift. The idea of going home, having a relaxing dinner and then maybe treating myself to a warm bath.

…

That was only the beginning. It seems that Eddie’s admiration had shifted from Kristin Kringle to me. It was flattering, to say the least. At least to me. Once I gained Ed’s attention, I seemed to have gained his colleagues attention as well. Typically, I didn’t work with the officers, I’d research criminals, then that data would be added to the files. So when I walked past James Gordon and Harvey Bullock, I never thought twice. But when Ed had waved at me, that cute tight lipped smile on his face as I waved back, a smile of my own adorning my face, it drew the attention of the two detectives.

"Careful Ed,” Harvey mocked. “Don’t wanna scare them off.” Jim only glanced up briefly, not interested in the situation in the least. I watched as Ed’s smile twitched for a second, Harvey’s words seeming to get to him. I felt my smile slip, not liking how they treat him in the slightest.

“He…didn’t do anything wrong,” I shrugged, before waving goodbye, making my way to the record archives. Not only them, but even Kringle was looking at me more than just as a person to vent to.

“I feel sorry for you,” She stated, adjusting her thick rimmed glasses. Her hazel eyes held their usual air of judgment as she placed some files back in their spots.

“Why?” I asked, flipping through to find the person I needed.

“Isn’t it obvious?” She asked, raising one of her perfectly maintained eyebrows. “Edward’s got his eyes on another victim.” I frowned, anger bubbling within me at the way she always found new ways to insult him.

“I wouldn’t describe it like that,” I managed to grit out. “I find the sentiment sweet.”

“Wait,” Kringle paused, turning to look at me with disbelief. “Do you…like him?”

I sighed, finding it hard to focus on the task at hand with this irritating conversation, “Would there be something wrong with that?”

“Isn’t it kind of weird how fast he switched?” She asked, a hint of jealousy in her tone. “I’m sure it’s only a matter of time before he loses interest in you.”

I slammed the cabinet shut in a bout of rage, leaving the room before I do something I may regret…or lose my job over. As I exited, my scowl worsened when I realized I didn’t even get what I needed.

“Hello!” Edward’s excited voice greeted me as I entered the break room. When my gaze landed on him, I felt my expression soften, my shoulder’s relaxing. His brown eyes were so expressive, that silly smile on his face never failed to melt my heart.

“Hey,” I muttered back. Looking over the options in the vending machine. Just get something to eat, and hopefully I’ll feel better.

“Is…something the matter?” He asked, fidgeting with his glasses. I let out a long sigh as I sat across from him at one of the few tables.

Taking a bite of my snack, I took some time to gather my thoughts and feelings, “Sometimes I just hate people.”

His eyebrows raised, nervously fidgeting with his tie, “Th-that’s…understandable.”

“Sorry,” I muttered, finally cooling down. “Someone was just saying some really mean things and it got to me.”

Edwards’ demeanor changed in an instant, a frown replacing his smile, and his eyebrows furrowed in a mixture of concern and anger, “Who?”

I blinked, “What?”

“Who insulted you?” He asked, fists clenched. This wasn’t what I was expecting. He would get annoyed, yeah, but he’d always just stew in it until he calmed down. And he was barely angry when I was around, which was something I was proud of. So seeing him react so harshly was unusual. It made me feel a bit appreciated, that he cared enough to get this angry over it, yet it was also unsettling.

“They…they were insulting you,” I clarified, rubbing my arm awkwardly. “And trust me, I was ready to do some things that would’ve gotten me fired.”

Ed blinked, calming down drastically at the revelation, “Oh.”

“Yeah,” I shrugged. “I swear if she says one more damned thing about you I’m gonna…” I strangled the air, the only way I could express how frustrated her insults made me.

Edward fake coughed, his cheeks tinged a light pink, “I assume you mean Miss Kringle.”

I paused, hoping it didn’t hurt that his past interest was still as rude as ever. “I didn’t even manage to get the files I needed,” I grumbled, hoping to lighten the mood a bit.

“...I can get them for you,” I felt my heart crack. Was he still interested in her? Was that why he was so ready to go into the den of the woman who so readily insults him?

“Oh, no you don’t have to do that,” I shook my head. “I’ll just have Lee do it.”

Ed blinked, seeming to think over something before standing up, “I’ll be right back.” Before he was fully out the door he paused, “Whose case files did you need?”

I couldn’t help the tiny grin at how eager he was as I gave him the names of the people I needed files on. Yet that smile fell. Was he really so excited to get a chance to see Kringle that he almost left without knowing what files he needed? I finished my snack, getting a drink from the vending machine while I was at it. My mind continued to make up terrible scenarios that could be happening at that moment. How she could manage to crush Ed’s precious heart even more than she’s already managed to.

Ed was back quicker than I realized. It took him less than ten minutes! He set the files I needed on the table, that tight lipped grin on his face as he waited for my input.

“Oh! Thank you!” I thanked, flipping through the files to make sure they were all there. “She didn’t give you any trouble, did she?”

“No,” He replied simply. As I met his gaze, that’s when I finally realized that he was truly over Kringle. I should’ve felt disturbed at how intense his gaze was, at how strong his emotions seemed to be when he wasn’t even trying. Yet I only felt flattered, important, and wanted. Emotions I wasn’t completely used to, and caused my heart to stutter at how strong my own emotions were becoming.

Standing up, I leaned in and kissed his cheek again, this time a bit more confident then the last time I did. I waved goodbye as I walked out with the files he gave me. I felt pride swell within me as I watched Eddie become a flustered mess as I left. It was a good mood lifter as I watched him fumble with his usual nervous ticks, before he was finally out of my sight.

…

Edward’s courting tactics only seemed to grow after that. I wasn’t sure what changed him to do so. I could only speculate that Lee had something to do with it. She kept stopping by my office, asking how Ed and I were doing like she hadn’t just seen us the day before. I can’t lie, I was reveling in the attention that Ed was giving me, and I could tell he’d revel in my attention as well. A mutual pining on both sides.

Normally, I’d be okay with that. Too scared to try and push things forward. Edward Nygma was different. He was just so…amazing. I’ve never felt so strongly towards someone. He was sweet, attentive, smart, and overall lovely. I couldn’t just settle for pining, I wanted to experience what it would be like as his lover.

Which led me to this horrendous mess up of a confession.

I dressed up a bit nicer than usual, hoping to impress the cute dork. I felt confident in myself, an emotion I don’t feel regularly. I greeted Lee, who seemed like she guessed the occasion and sent me a wink when I walked past.

“Hey Eddie,” I greeted, setting a cup of coffee down on the counter.

“Oh! Hello,” He greeted me, smiling. “You seem chipper this morning.”

Nudging the coffee towards him I smiled back, “It’s a good day today. I got you a coffee.”

“You didn’t need to,” Ed replied sheepishly, not used to people giving him things.

I only shrugged, “I wanted to.” I tapped the counter I was leaning on as nerves started to slowly creep through me. So, before my anxiety could get the best of me, I blurted out, “What is mine but only you can have?”

With furrowed eyebrows, Ed actually paused to answer a riddle for the first time during this little game we had. His eyes flitted around the room, like he was trying to avoid the answer. I know he was smart enough to figure it out, so the fact he was taking so long to answer caused my heart rate to spike from anxiety. Maybe this was a bad idea. Maybe I was reading the room wrong. I blame Lee for feeding me a wrong understanding.

“I…uh…” Ed stuttered over his words, sweat dripping down the side of his face. Shit, shit, shit! I shouldn’t have said that. He does know the answer, I found it online easily, he obviously knows. He doesn’t feel the same and now he’s trying to find a way to politely reject me.

“Nevermind!” I exclaimed, trying to quell my nerves by getting the fuck out of here. “Stupid riddle! Never needs an answer. I should get to work.”

“W-wait!” Eddie called out, making me stop in my tracks. So close yet so far. “I can be a fruit, I can be on a calendar, I can be important, and I can be forgotten. What am I?”

Turning back around, I watched as Eddie picked at his nails. We both seemed like complete messes at the moment. It was hard for me to think of anything due to my previous failure of admitting my feelings. I bit my lip awkwardly, trying to stop myself from making any more of a fool of myself.

“I…I’m not sure Eddie,” I chuckled solemnly.

Clearing his throat, he adjusted his glasses before admitting, “A date. W-would you accompany me on one?” I stared at him with wide eyes, unsure if I heard him correctly.

“Y-yeah! Of course I will!” That tinge of embarrassment was quickly overpowered by exhilaration. The smile that stretched across my face almost hurt with how big it was. Eddie’s smile was also wide as he still couldn’t meet my eyes.

“Is…is tonight okay? Dinner? 7 o’clock?”

“That sounds perfect.”

And to make the moment better, I kissed his cheek before parting, excited for what the night held for us.

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penny-anna · 1 month

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i have other things to do but here we gooooo owl house fic recs:

Autism to Autism Communication by Polyhexian

"I understand sarcasm," Hunter said, sounding offended. He crossed his arms. "You didn't do the voice thing." Darius stared at him. "The what?" Hunter put his arms in the air and gave his hands a sarcastic little wave. "I GuEsS I'LL hAvE tO sToP cOmInG oVeR, tHeN," he said in the most over the top and comical parody of sarcasm that Darius had ever heard in his life.

everything by this author is great & this one is a joy and a delight!!

Extant Species by Polyhexian

She'd been called a monster more times than she could count, but she knew what a real monster looked like.

i'd happily rec a bunch of polyhexian's stuff but this lil vee & hunter fic was a highlight. especially enjoy the part where hunter's advising her on how best to go about murdering him. love that for them both!!

Owlet by Polyhexian

"Eda!" Hunter yelled as he shouldered open the door and Hooty cooed and rambled at him, "I need help with my potions homewooooooaaaat the HELL is that?!" Luz looked up from where she was sitting on the couch and reading what appeared to be a romance novel about werewolves. "What is what?" "That!" he yelled, pointing at the hulking behemoth curled up in the middle of the room in a massive pile of blankets, pillows, and stuffed animals. "Is that the owl beast?!"

& 1 more!! short n sweet n cute

With Clay and Star Scraps by SiryyGray

Hunter decided to do some research into Grimwalkers. First discovery: Grimwalkers were outlawed in every city under every rule as far back as the history books go. Second discovery: Grimwalkers have no natural means of death. Third discovery: there’s a caveat to that second one.

some absolutely brutal grimwalker content. SPOILERS: hunter can't outlive belos.

Intrusion by rayrock

'He drops something in. It moves and writhes, but it is clearly exhausted. “Eat,” is all he says, voice barely above a whisper. But it is a demand nonetheless, intimidating enough to send shivers down her spine. She hisses in protest once more. He tucks the notepad and pen into his cloak and pulls out a staff. It unfolds and glows a bright red. He does not say anything more. He is nearly always silent when she sees him.' Or: Vee and the Golden Guard’s relationship is complicated, but it is there

some more vee & hunter content for you

just a little bit left by prodigalDaughter

The first time Darius had seen the new Guard unmasked, the fury and betrayal had risen in him like floodwater, bubbling and steaming out of creeks and sewers. Creed had never told him he had a son. —— Hunter has discovered what he is, but he’s not the only one who has to grapple with assumptions made about his origins.

hey remember the other day when i was talking about 'what if darius thought hunter was the previous golden guard's son'! well here u go someone wrote that fic

Wild and Wandering Cries by PorcelanaRota

So his uncle goes flying into the wall directly above him and he is unable to dodge. And his uncle, who is now more palisman curse slime than he is flesh and blood, splatters on the wall, on the ground, on him. Hunter’s been in hundreds of life-or-death situations. He’s felt real and true and visceral fear that sank into his bones and marinated into terror more times than not. Still, nothing has ever left him so shocked and horrified and just flat-out scared that time has actually stopped.

belos splash zone? belos splash zone.

mistakes (the thrilling saga, in high definition) by quynnyah

"This," Amity says, "is not normal human behavior." (Or: Amity and Hunter volunteer to help Camila on a grocery trip. It goes about as well as expected.)

some banging amity & hunter in the human realm stuff for u

Notched by angelcloves

Belos removes the ear tag from his newest Grimwalker.

tiny wee fic giving a backstory for Hunter's notched ear. i rotate this concept in my brain all the time. absolutely twisted.

There is no open window, but the floors still creep by theprincessofdenial

On Tuesday, they eat Chinese. On Wednesday, Camila once again doesn’t have the time to cook, so pizza it is. On Thursday, she wants to make a proper dinner but there’s a hold up at the clinic, Luz knocks over a shelf, Willow has a wardrobe emergency, and then Amity’s cat goes missing. And Hunter beats Gus up so badly the boy ends up bleeding, so there’s also that.

hgnnnh i would rec this entire series if i could (it's 14 fics totally 200k total). its all so chewy i want to get my teeth into it and rrrrrrrrrr. ANYWAY this is my no 1 fav i've been back and re-read it about 7 times. love the Camila Noceda POV; the way it captures the chaos of all 6 kids in the house and makes it feel so real & vivid; the absolutely brutal Hunter characterisation. if ur a Hunter fan go read this right away.

Distance by theprincessofdenial

For the first minute, they all just stand there in silence and watch the airship slowly disappear beyond the horizon. Even though they’re supposed to react quickly, the cold still comes as a shock. It takes some time for the reality to settle in and for them to realize how useless everything they have brought is going to be when their marrow freezes. Hunter hears some of the Scouts inhaling sharply after they approach the ledge and look down. They turn around, unsure where to start, and they shuffle their feet in the snow (terrible decision, really, this way their boots are going to get wet even quicker). Hunter’s the first one to break the silence, and oh, he does it with style. He has been rehearsing that line for a week. “See you at the bottom, suckers!” he exclaims as he pulls out the staff and disappears in a flash of red light. (or: The Obligatory "Leave Everyone at the Top of the Mountain and See Who Makes It Back to the Bottom Alive" Fic. With a splash of Steve)

2nd rec from this series. exactly what it says on tin. *banging pots together* you like whump come get your whump i ADORE what this author does w Hunter. also Steve is there (whump for Steve!!)

A Potter's Field by theprincessofdenial

The view from the staircase is, well, not stunning, that’s definitely not the word. It’s just that “view” is supposed to be accompanied by “stunning,” and Luz can feel her brain coming to a screeching halt and refusing to process what they’re seeing. It's skeletons. Come on, they both knew it was going to be skeletons. The entire Isles know at this point. (Or: despite what the stories would have you believe, in the aftermath, there are things to deal with. Those things include ruined infrastructure, electing new leaders, and prosecuting those responsible for the old regime. And apparently, also Grimwalker mass graves.)

& third and final. unbelievably chewy post-canon fic. lets get into the reconstruction of the isles in full detail. goes hard as hell. will sit in my brain for a long time i think. cannot rec this enough.

and rats all for now!! i got a bunch more stuff in my 'marked for later' so watch this space

#the owl house #fic recs #the owl house fic recs

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kitorin · 1 year

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boyfriend headcanons ! itoshi rin

contents. how you met, how you got to know each other, when he realized he liked you, how you started dating, dates, all fluff

warning. rin backstory spoilers, i can't write kiss scenes either, written with all lowercase intended, it's word vomit bc school has screwed me up mentally and i can't think properly atp lmao

a/n. reo, rensuke and yoichi ver coming soon, was supposed to be all four of them but tumblr didn't save some stuff so i lost motivation and i probably wrote too much for rin anyways

how you met

you were invited to hang out with a group of friends, but ended up hating it since you were basically invisible, since everyone else were talking about a common interest you didn't have

you ended up walking away, finding somewhere actually interesting, and found a muji store (minimalist retailer that sells a lot of household items and more), and had your own fun, looking through stationary, skin care, nice clothes, and more.

you were having a great time until you heard someone from the hangout looking for you and calling

rin who notices your panic right next to him, questions what's wrong (not necessarily out of concern, honestly probably because he may have found it slightly irritating)

after you explain your situation briefly, he nods and finds you somewhere to hide, and goes to deal with your friend

he's got perfect control over his facial expressions, he'd easily lie and even if your friend was persistent, he'd still scare him away

"haven't seen them in here, they left a while ago and you better stop yelling,"

"are you sure-?"

"yes. now piss off and stop disturbing everyone here,"

once he's sure your friend's gone, he goes back to where he instructed you to hide, giving you the clear

"i hope that lukewarm asshole wasn't your ex."

you're slightly amused at the word 'lukewarm' it wasn't a typical description you'd hear often. "nope, i'd never date him. thank you so much though. i really appreciate it, please let me do a favor for you"

before he can object, you grab a sample pen, scrawling your number on his hand, "send me a text and i'll do my best to help you with anything okay?" you send him a smile as his eyes widen in shock, "bye kind stranger, have a great day," and before he could respond, you were gone, rushing out the store out of embarrassment for not being able to slip away from your friend uncaught.

how he got to know you

[unknown number] : i really don't need a favor you know?

i hated that idiot anyways, loud and annoying

[you] : don't careeee, i want to make it up to you somehow, please?

i'm y/n, you?

[unknown number] : rin, itoshi rin

after he gave in to your offer, you ended up tutoring him, he didn't care about grades but his high school had a rule of requiring a certain standard of grades to compete in tournaments

turns out he wasn't even a bad student, he's diligent and consistent, he only needed a little bit of guidance and advice, with math being the exception

in between sessions, during breaks and outside of your tuition you'd talk a lot, considering how rin has no friends ("neither do you, your toxic ass friends shouldn't count" he replies when you realize it) and you're patient enough to deal with his personality

even after he has his grades up you still hangout with each other, watching horror movies, playing horror games, reading horror novels / comics (you introduced him to junji ito), and he'd even teach you some soccer when you visit his training. he also tries out all your hobbies and favourite things to do and eat

you two spend so much time together, simply because one has no other friends and the other has no healthy friendships

how he knew he liked you

BRO WAS IN DENIAL. FOR. SO. FUCKING. LONG.

he thought he had a health problem or fever when he felt his face getting hot, or that odd sensation in his stomach, or his heart relentlessly pounding against his chest

he tries to research it, doesn't believe it when he sees all those love related posts, so he literally goes to a doctor

his doctor probably almost instantly realized, and had to deal with rin's denial

"you experience these 'symptoms' with a certain someone, don't you?" the doctor doesn't even bother with noting down anything, he's 100% sure and knows it's perfectly in character for rin to do something like this

"that's not possible- that doesn't make se-," he pauses, and recalls that he only felt that way when it came to you, "... yes," he's sort of bashful, slightly embarrassed but quickly composes himself again. 'i apologise for doubting you, please continue,"

"no worries," with a grin, his doctor prepared leave and meet his next patient, "i diagnose you with love sickness,"

when i tell you, this man fucking asked him what meds to take and what to do as self treatment

his poor doctor mentally face palmed himself, sat himself back down and had a (long) talk with this emotionally repressed boy

rin still insists it's something medically wrong, but he's soon shoo-ed out of the office, while hastily being told to make sure he's honest with his feelings, otherwise it never goes right

back at home, he's lying in bed, revising what his doctor said

"rin you need to learn how to acknowledge your emotions. i understand they're confusing and i'm not a therapist, but you can't keep denying it. it's just as unhealthy to neglect your emotions as it is to ignore an injury,"

...

denial huh?

he thinks of you and his heart once again can't calm down, his face burns and his stomach is doing somersaults. he buries his face in his palm, groaning. he hated anything unfamiliar, anything that he couldn't navigate with confidence, or fully comprehend.

"do you really despise it? or do you refuse to acknowledge your feelings because you've never experienced something like this,"

his doctor's advice comes back to him, and he thinks.

if he truly loathed how you made him feel, why is he still hanging out with you, why is he still investing his time into you, why do you make him so damn happy?

he passed out eventually completely lost in thought

how you ended up dating

some time passes and you finally have the courage to confess to him only to receive a cold "i don't feel the same way," a complete lie

accepting his emotions was one thing, accepting a relationship is another. he could immediately feel regret clawing at his stomach, he wanted to tell you. badly, how much he likes you, your patience, intelligence, your kindness, literally everything

yet nothing comes out. only his stoic and stupid facade's character

you walk away after mumbling out an apology for making things awkward, and rin's left there standing, finger nails digging crescents of frustration into his palm

he's overwhelmed with his thoughts, some insisting for him to give up and accept that he fucked up, others demanding him to move and fix things

what would be worse than losing you, anyways?

and that last thought was the final push, he's basically sprinting towards you, soon his arms are wrapped around you, releasing a gasp of surprise from you.

"ri-?"

"i lied," rin blurts, internally screaming at himself to just say it, "i lied, i know i shouldn't have and i'm sorry. but i like you too much, i can't express or understand my feelings, i don't know anything about relationships or love either, and i wanted to hide how i felt so i wouldn't get hurt,"

"rin-," he doesn't let you finish, ignoring your whisper.

"but i don't care, i like you so much that i'm willing to risk hurting myself, anything's worth it if i can be with you, spend time with you, and love you. if it's for you i'd overcome all my fears of love. i can't afford love, but if it's for you i don't care anymore,"

"you're perfect, you always have been," he concludes his speech, almost breathless from how rushed it was. scarlet was dusted all over his face, teal eyes wide open.

that fact rin, someone who's never been good at communication, went this far to express how he feels for you, warms your heart even more.

"rin?"

"yes?"

"may i kiss you?"

somehow, he blushes even more, and as he nods your lips press together.

dates + other headcanons

MOVIE NIGHTS !! not at cinemas though since he prefers the comfort and privacy of his room, and doesn't like how loud or dirty cinemas can get

doesn't want to force you into anything too scary, but he secretly enjoys it when you end up clinging onto him

since he struggles with articulating his emotions, he likes using playlists and songs to (die for you - weeknd, shinunoga iiwa - fujii kaze, love, maybe - melomance, sweet - cigarettes after sex, COME INSIDE OF MY HEART - IV SPADES SUITS HIM SO WELL)

he's not a fan of pda, yet he wants to show you off to everyone he knows

if you genuinely like soccer and have an interest in it (obviously doesn't want to force you to watch 90 minutes of a sport you don't like) he'd watch his favourite games with you, even books tickets for the both of you if there are any good teams competing nearby

also takes great interest in your sports !! reads a lot about them so he can discuss them with you, and if you also compete in sports he puts together a training routine for you and asks to go to the gym together (say yes dumbass)

SURFINGGGG !! since he grew up in kamakura, he loves the beach and went to swim and surf a lot as a kid and would love to do it again with you, even if he hasn't done it in ten years (same rin, same). same with hiking too (kamakura's also famous for it as well)

visits the store with you where he always bought ice blocks with sae, the same lady who worked there when sae and rin still got around is still there, congratulates him for getting a partner, is proud of him

he's a great listener too, he prefers it over speaking a lot and you can talk to him about anything, whether you're talking shit about someone (he'd join in and start swearing) and or you're hyperfixating on your interests

whenever he gets a question related to his love life he takes a moment to blush when he thinks of you, pauses to compose himself (keeps you a secret for your privacy from the media), then says with a straight face that soccer is a priority, but everyone knows he's lying

©kouyun : do not repost, plagiarize, change, or translate

#itoshi rin #itoshi rin x reader #blue lock x you #blue lock x y/n #blue lock x reader #itoshi rin blue lock #fluff #headcanons #blue lock headcanons #blue lock

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the-modern-typewriter · 1 year

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hii I was wondering if you wanted to do a snippet about a thief stealing from assassin/vigilante and then getting cornered later when they think they’ve gotten away

thank you sm I’ve always loved your writing <3

"Did you know," the voice said, "that they used to chop the hands off thieves?"

The thief whirled with a yelp.

Their mark caught their wrists, snake-quick, in an unyielding grip and smiled.

The thief's heart jumped into their throat.

"Did someone tell you to steal from me, little thief." Their not-so-victim swaggered a looming step closer, towering over them. "Or was it all your own idea? Think carefully."

"I don't know what you're talking about."

They raised their brows. Their grip tightened.

The thief yanked at their hands, a gasp of pain on their lips.

Of course, they'd been caught before. Especially in the early days of their heisting career there had been moments when they'd ended up hurtling down the streets, zig-zagging, shouts rising behind them. But more and more...

Well, for one, they'd quickly stopped pickpocketing. Most of the people truly worth robbing weren't the sort casually strolling down the street with cash in the pockets. They lived in their own exclusive world, chaperoned from moment to moment in sleek cars. Being a proper thief, one that really made gold, was about fitting in. It was about persuading rich folk to hand over their money. It was a sleight of hand of confidence and hacking.

"I'd start with your little finger," their mark murmured, almost reverent. "Then start cutting the rest of those quick, clever digits."

The thief's mouth went sick-dry. Hangover, just-thrown-up, scorched.

"I'll give it back," the thief said.

"Better," their mark said, and brought the thief's hands up to their lips to press a kiss of thanks. "But not what I asked."

The thief thought they might pass out on the spot. Still. They squared their shoulders. They tried to look cool, and roguish, and like they could double-wield daggers. They couldn't.

"How did you find me? Who are you?"

"Not," the other sing-songed, "what I asked."

"My idea," the thief bit out. "Because you're a rich jerk."

Their mark didn't laugh, but the laugh tucked into the corners of their lips as they smiled.

"I'm Marauder."

The colour drained from the thief's face. Their hands went slack in the vigilante's hold. "No - but you -"

"You didn't know?" the vigilante asked. They clicked their tongue. "You should have deep-dived your research. Sloppy." Their gaze flicked over the thief. "Cute, but sloppy."

The thief gave a fervent shake of the head. In hindsight, it made a horrible amount of sense. A screwed up, non-parental Bruce Wayne sort of sense.

"See, when I steal from people," the vigilante said, "I steal from the bad guys. A Robin Hood act, if you like. But you...tut, tut."

"I said I'd give it back. I didn't know. I'm sorry."

"You're sorry you got caught."

"No shit." It came out slightly hysterical. The thief felt a little hysterical. "I thought you were another rich asshole."

"Oh," the vigilante purred, "I'm definitely a rich asshole. Just not the worst out there."

The thief eyed them, warily. They knew, intellectually, that was true. In practice, news stories of violence and wrath and cut-throat justice flashed through their head. The vigilante was merciless in the pursuit of what they thought was right.

They wanted to say that stealing probably wasn't the worst thing ever, and the vigilante probably had way bigger priorities, but it wouldn't quite come out. Their hands felt very fragile.

"Which is why," the vigilante said, "I'm here instead of the police. I think I can use you. Your skills. We could make this city better."

"I don't think I want to rob the kind of people you fight. But thanks."

"Tough."

The thief swallowed. "You really should just send me to jail. Thanks."

The vigilante smiled again. "Is that really want you want?"

"You don't need me."

"No, but I want you. You're good. With me on your side, you could be the best. Consider it community service."

"I'm giving you your stuff back."

"Too late." The vigilante finally let go of their hands. "You steal from me, and I'll steal you back. We're going to have so much fun together, little thief."

#thief #writing #story #short story #original fiction #fic #ficlet #vigilante #thief x vigilante #creative writing #writing snippet #story snippet

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so-i-did-this-thing · 1 month

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Where do you find all your neat little trinkets and such? Is it just accumulated over the years, or do you use marketplace, or antique malls, commissioning stuff? I want to add more to my home, but I don't really know where to look outside of hyper specific ebay searches.

I guess, more succinctly, how do you Find Things?

Heya! Finding cool stuff is a lot about doing just enough research. I'll show you how my mind works.

Let's say I saw this cute cat in the wild. I want to buy it, maybe see if it's something fun to collect.

If I use Google lens on the photo, I get some promising results - this is something that was mass-produced!

Let's click on a result.

I've learned something! This ceramic is called "redware" and the figure is from the 1950s. So, off to another web search.

Oh! A maker name! "Shafford." This will make future searches easier. And look - there are other related cats - it looks like as various household items! (If you further researched the original cat, you'd also learn it is a tape measure and was made in Japan.)

Now, let's say you don't have a photo to start with, or just a vague idea of something you might want. Let's hop to Facebook marketplace and see if anyone is selling cute ceramic black cats.

All of these results could go down their own research paths, but again, I'm using the example of the Shafford cats.

Armed with some knowledge, it takes just a few searches to find an impressive haul. Honestly, if that wasn't 5 hrs away from me, I'd buy that lot in a heartbeat, selling/gifting what I don't want.

For future searches, you now have two paths:

Search for things using basic terminology to find sellers who aren't super knowledgeable. So, something like "vintage kitchen cabinet". You might luck out and find a seller who just wants the thing gone, they don't know its value, and it might be a steal for you!

Search again using the specific terms you have picked up from your research. So, "jelly cabinet." This will get you in front of listing from experts, where you are likely to find a better quality item at the current market price.

That is how I found this for my kitchen, btw.

Learn the common synonyms and mispellings. Bookcase, bookshelf. Captain's desk, secretary desk.

Click on seller stores and profiles to see related items. As you research, you will start to stumble across other items and figure out your sense of taste. You will find cool shit you never knew existed. You will learn new search terms as you pick up bits of history. You will also start stumbling across online speciality sites, or local resources, like antique shops and vintage fairs. You might learn what estate sales are, or about auctions open to the public. You start developing a habit of scouting out shops and sales when you're in a new town. You put big fairs and small swap meets on your calendar. You build relationships with contemporary artists who make things you like.

My sense of style is something I've actively been refining for decades now, and it isn't just vintage tchotchkes. I do this for clothing, for the crafting I'm into, etc. Curiosity and style go hand in hand and the best part is that your eye and research chops will only improve, even if you're just window shopping.

I hope this helps!

#chit chat #anon #tutorial #how to

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dreamingcloudie · 1 year

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❛❛ In which; Dottore got turned into a kid... ❜❜

✎ ❛❛ How's the weather down there, doc? ❜❜

Pairing(s): Dottore x GN!Reader

Genre/Format: Crackfic (oneshot)

Warning(s): Use of Dottore's (speculated) real name

wc: ~1.2k

Notes: Just something random I wrote lol. Saw some art on Pinterest and omg KID DOTTORE IS SO FREAKING ADORABLE AHAKDSHAJAKSJDDOS

During nights where Dottore would get held up in his lab, you'd sit on the bed and read one of your favorite books as you wait for him to come back. However, today seemed to be… different.

You just finished reading your book and when you looked at the time, it was already way past when Dottore would usually come back. You knew he's a genius man, whatever happened he could easily defuse the problem. But even so, you couldn't help but worry about him sometimes.

Getting up from your bed, you decided to put on a coat before making a trip to where you thought he'd be. As you made your way down to the hallway that leads you to his lab, you could hear a bunch of people arguing, among them a voice higher than the rest stood out.

"What do you mean you can't fix it?!"

"I've read every piece of research paper and I couldn't find anything!"

"Skill issue."

"Oh my Tsaritsa, all of you shut your damn mouths! You're giving me a headache!"

"You're a goddamn clone you can't even get a headache!"

All the voices quickly disappeared when you knocked on the door. Not waiting for a response, you grabbed the door handle and entered the lab.

"Dear? Is everything alright—"

You stopped talking as soon as you saw the mess in his lab. Papers and books were scattered across the room; vials that held unknown liquids were hastily put on the counter; shards of glass were shattered on the floor.

And the very person you were looking for was nowhere in sight.

What caught your attention the most were Dottore's segments that now had their gaze on you, gathering around in a circle in the middle of the room. They were standing pretty close to one another to the point where their shoulders touched so you weren't able to see past what their towering figures were blocking from your view.

After a few minutes of staring, you managed to mutter out, "Uh, what… happened here?"

One of the younger segments—Delta, who wore a black and white mask spoke up, "Nothing to worry about, darling! Aren't you supposed to be in your room right now? What brings you here?"

"Well, Prime is taking longer than usual to come back so I decided I'd come to check on him. Speaking of which, where is he anyway?" You asked, getting a bit closer to the group.

Upon the mention of Prime, all of the segments looked a bit more visibly stressed.

Before you got too close, Theta (another younger segment), who was reading through some papers nearby, stepped in front of you with a smile.

"Oh, you know, Prime is doing his usual, um, Prime… things…?" His sentence ended with a nervous chuckle.

"Oh really?" You crossed your arms.

They were definitely hiding something.

Walking around Theta, you attempted to approach the group once more. Before you could do that, Theta stepped in front of you again.

"Why- Why don't I escort you back to your room, dear? It's two in the morning and I'm pretty sure you're tired."

"I will go back when I make sure Prime is alright."

"He is—"

You gently pushed past Theta while the other segments were trying to convince you to not get close to them.

But to their horror, you managed to squeeze through their bodies and look at what they were hiding.

You gasped.

In the middle, there sat a kid who looked to be ten with short blue fluffy hair and a pair of huge red eyes. His arms were crossed and he looked grumpy.

He looked almost exactly like the other younger segments, albeit his obviously smaller size and had a rounder face.

As far as you'd know, Dottore never had a child segment of himself, maybe this was the first one?

"Aww, who's this little guy?" You asked while picking who you assumed to be a segment, flailing his arms.

"That's um—"

"Who's the cutest boy? Yes you are! Yes you areee~" You cooed, holding him with one arm while the other was pinching his cheek as he whined.

"Stahp. Pwinching. Me!" His words slurred a little due to you squishing his face.

As you were too busy focusing on the boy, Omega came over to you and blurted out:

"That's Prime, dear."

"...huh?" Upon hearing what he said, your eyes widened and all of your movements ceased.

"Gah! Finally, now let me talk!" The boy exclaimed.

But before he could say anything, you turned your head back to him.

"...Zandik?"

"Yes, that's me, (Y/n)."

Silence filled the air as the both of you stared at each other. Only for it to be broken when you laughed.

"What— BWAHAHAHA WHAT HAPPENED TO YOU?!"

"I— Stop laughing!"

But how could you take him seriously when he sounded so cute? His usually deep voice and intimidating demeanor was completely gone.

And that was something that happened two hours ago, you were now back at your room as you watched Dottore doodle on a piece of paper with his crayons.

He had explained that he was still himself. But since he was now a kid, it didn't come as a surprise that he'd also have the mindset of one too.

"We couldn't find a way to turn him back immediately, we'll have to wait it out."

"For how long?"

"No idea."

You closed your eyes as you sighed, recalling the conversation you had with the segments earlier. God knows how long it'd be before Dottore would turn back to his regular self.

Someone tugged on one of your sleeves and you opened your eyes, Dottore was holding up a piece of paper, proudly showing you what he had drawn.

"Oh wow! That's a nice drawing, love! Is that… um, someone strapped to a… table?" You squint your eyes, trying to make out what these messy lines depicted.

"An operation table, to be exact! This is what will happen to those stupid asses of clones when I turn back to my adult self!"

"Hey, watch your language, mister."

"I'm not a kid!"

"Are you sure about that?"

---

As time passed, you were now reading Dottore a story and tucked him to bed.

"—and so, the prince defeated the evil dragon and saved the princess! Then they lived happily ever after. The end."

"That's lame."

"You'll take what you can get, dear." You told him.

"I could've done a better job at defeating the dragon! With how advanced my creations are, it could literally be destroyed in seconds!" He exclaimed as he put his arms in the air.

"Yes, of course. Now, go to sleep, okay?" You stood up, walking over to the couch.

"Wait!"

You turned back to him and raised a brow.

"Um, sleep with me, please?"

Oh my god those puppy eyes. You thought, trying not to squeal at how freaking adorable he looked. How could you refuse when he was looking at you like that?

Giving him a soft smile in response, you walked over and got into the bed with him. As you laid down next to him, he scooted closer to you and tucked himself into your chest.

"Give me a goodnight kiss too?"

Chuckling at his request, you pressed a little kiss on his forehead, ruffling his hair as you did so.

"Sleep tight now, dear."

"Night night…"

---

Bonus:

Some time during the hours as you were still asleep. You weren't sure if it was a dream or not, but you could've sworn you felt the familiar warmth of someone's arm hugging you close...

#genshin x reader #genshin impact x you #genshin x you #genshin x yn #dottore #genshin impact #dottore x reader #dottore x y/n #dottore x you #genshin dottore #il dottore #fatui #fatui x reader #fatui harbingers x reader #fatui harbingers

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armins-main-hoe · 7 months

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HI HELLO!!! I would like 2 request some haikyuu! Manager fluffy headcanons please??? Some of the fem! reader being chubby and popular, it can be either platonic or romantic! I also love your writing ✍️ have a good day/night 💗💗

Hello! That is honestly such a cute request and I have a few ideas for it hehehe

I’m going to do this for Karasuno and Nekoma, if you would like other teams, send in a request again saying which ones you want.

(For those who have sent in requests, don't worry, I'm getting round to writing them all up)

“Nah, I think she’s perfect the way she is”

Karasuno

In all honesty, you were really into music and you wanted to sign up for a music club, so when you found yourself standing in the gym, you couldn’t have felt any more out of place.

It seems there was a bit of a mix up with the sign up sheets and you ended up becoming the manager for the boy’s volleyball team.

You don’t know shit about volleyball.

You talked with the teachers and they said it may take some time for them to go through the sign up sheets and find an empty spot in the music club for you to switch into.

So for now, it seems like you're stuck being the boy's volleyball manager.

On your first day, you were very confused about what exactly you should be doing. I mean the team already has a coach and an qualified teacher with them, what can a student manager do?

So you just sat around, watching the boys practice while the coach yells at them. You weren't going to lie, you got a little bored...

Next few days, you would do the same thing, you even used the time to get homework done, since you thought you'd rather do something than do nothing.

You won't lie to yourself, you weren't popular, or that's what you thought, just known by everyone because of how you looked. You knew you weighed more than the other girls in your class, it didn't bother you all that much and you did always try to see the better side of things.

But that doesn't mean that everyone else thought the same.

You were eating lunch with your friends in the school courtyard when a student walking by with his friends yelled out names at you like "piggy", "diabeto" and "fat cow". You didn't really take words like that to heart, they never were all that creative with the name calling.

However, before you or your friends could say anything, a boy from the volleyball team (you pick who) came and stood up for you.

You watched as he stood in front of you and started yelling back at the boy who was name calling you. "I think she's perfect the way she is!"

As you watched him, you couldn't help but wonder "had he always been this good looking? I hadn't noticed before...."

Funny how now you suddenly feel motivated to actually look into volleyball.

So next time there was a practice, you came prepared. You did your research, you learned the basic rules of volleyball and asked other sport manager's what they do.

The boys were surprised to see you suddenly interested since you usually sat in a corner dong homework.

"The teachers are taking forever with sorting the mess up, I didn't think I'd actually be here for here for this long. But since I am, I might as well help out." You shrugged when they questioned it. It wasn't a lie completely but it wasn't the only reason.

You glanced over to the boy who stood up for you the other day before quickly looking away again, he was smiling at you.

As the weeks passed, you began to pick up more and more about volleyball. It wasn't long before you memorized the positions and each player's weakness and strength.

The other boys were quick to notice your little crush and thought that it was probably why you decided to stick around, but later they began to feel like you genuinely enjoying being manager as well. You weren't a bad manager either, you helped everyone equally and the team as a whole.

Nishinoya was little shit though, you were kind and nice to everyone but with him, you're patience wore down thin.

You did get an offer to change clubs and go do the music club you wanted, you thought of going to both volleyball and music but the timings clashed often so you had no choice but to pick.

Volleyball or music?

Oh well, you can practice music at home and the weekends, it's not like you can see your crush at home or the weekends, right?

You kinda knew making decisions based off of a boy wasn't really good for you but even if you wouldn't admit it, you kinda liked playing manager.

You actually found it fun.

When you told the boys that you were staying as their manager, you were taken back by their cheer.

"We were worried that you'd leave us when you get the chance to join the music cub" Hinata said.

"Sure, we didn't get off too well in the beginning but we like having you around now" Suga smiled at you.

The others nodded their head and in that moment, you felt immense happiness wash over you, your face felt a little hot from the praise and you felt a little embarrassed.

"Thanks guys, I promise to get better at being a manager too. I still have a lot to learn."

At the end of practice, you were helping clean up along with your not so secret crush.

"You know Y/N, I hope you don't mind what the others say about you."

You look at him. "Say what?"

"About your looks. It doesn't matter what a person looks like as long as they are happy and healthy." He says, looking at you with a sincere expression.

"Oh that, don't worry, I'm basically immune to those childish name callings, but thank you anyway for looking out for me" You smiled at him.

As you both continued to talk, you didn't see the rest of the boys spying on you both through the windows, silently cheering you and your crush on. They all are VERY supportive of you both, even though they all suck ass at being cupid.

Nekoma

No one and I mean no one has ever thought of bad mouthing you.

You quite literally were the sweetest girl in the whole school, always having pure intentions. No one could ever hate you, you got along with everyone.

You heard the volleyball club was looking for a manager for a while now with no luck so you decided to give it a go.

"hello I'm-"

"Y/N!" A few of them called out, running over to you. You recognised nearly all of the members, you had spoken to them at some point during your time as school, even the ones that were not in your year. You knew the basics of volleyball since the school sometimes made you do that in your Physical Education class.

Yamamoto was all over the place, he could basically explode with how much joy he felt. His team finally got a manager. He was so going to boast about it to his friends outside of school.

What amazed you was how seriously the boys took the sport, you weren't all that much into sports or anything really, you struggled to find something to actually be that passionate about that could lead into a future career.

So you weren't able to understand but respected their dedication and efforts nonetheless.

You were really good and hyping the boys up and giving them motivation when they needed it, some of them became very fond of you.

Kenma would sometimes try to hide behind you whenever Kuroo would be scolding him, you would give kuroo a sweet smile and lie to his face saying "I haven't seen Kenma all day!"

Whenever lev would to the same, it wouldn't work out the same but you found it enduring still. You would let out a laugh before acting like insanely tall guy was actually able to hide perfectly behind you.

Yaku would often tut at you for playing along, saying that lev needs to learn but you keep taking the seriousness out of it.

"But he has gotten better though, hasn't he?" you would say back.

"Not enough!" yaku would reply back before huffing away.

Though despite you being all smiles and sunshines most of the time, you did have moments where you would get a bit serious.

During tournaments specifically, the boys were good, really good even but so were other teams.

When you get nervous you would become quite and have a serious frown on your face.

Kinda scared the boys a bit ngl-

lev would laugh tho.

Maybe kuroo too.

They find it cute more than scary okay?

You would give them a pep talk before their very first game, promising to buy them all ice cream if they come first place.

Though no one at your school has ever badmouthed you, that doesn't mean people from other schools wouldn't.

Since you were on the chubby side, you were prone to some bullying when you were younger, though in middle school it died down a lot. The boys never saw you differently because of your weight though, you were sweet and a really good manager to them so why wouldn't they adore you?

So when they would overhear people from other schools making fun of you just because of something as little as your weight, they didn't take it that lightly.

They would only stop yelling threats and curse words when their next match is about to start or the "bad mouther" runs away. Kuroo once nearly got a bit physical too.

You would then tell them to ignore that when it happens since there is not use wasting breath over people like that, it's not like you take what they say to heart anyway... well most of the time anyway.

But like always. the team refused to ever ignore anyone making fun of you.

It's almost like you have a bunch of protective brothers, they sometimes tease you but no one else can.

I do hope you like it! Let me know if you want more :)

#haikyuu manager #haikyuu!!#haikyuu headcanons #haiykuu #haikyuu #nekoma manager #nekoma x reader #nekoma #karasuno x reader #karasuno headcanons #karasuno manager

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octoberclidan · 8 months

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We're Here for You

Request: what about a TFW x reader where is more sensitive & has trouble going to bed alone after hunts? not nightmares, but just the need for safety. she seeks out each member individually, to ask if she can sleep in their bed. later, they find out that you’ve asked each of them, & you all just end up sharing one bed?

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader, Sam Winchester x Reader, Castiel x Reader

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It wasn't that bad of a hunt. No one had broken any bones or been hurt too badly, just a few scrapes and bruises. No one had died either, apart from the witch who had been causing trouble, so all in all it was actually a pretty successful hunt. Still, [Y/N] was disappointed when both Sam and Dean wanted an early night, and she knew Cas would get suspicious and ask why she was still sitting with him and not going to bed when it got late enough. The witch, although they'd killed him, had put up a fight. He'd been using a curse that he'd designed himself to make people hallucinate their worst fears, making them to pay up for a 'cure'. Knowing about how real monsters were, [Y/N] wasn't even sure what her worst fear was, but she was sure she didn't want to experience it, whatever it was.

She was sitting in the library with Cas typing up some notes from the hunt, trying to put off going to bed for as long as she could, when she noticed Cas staring at her. When she looked up to meet his eyes, his eyebrows were furrowed. "What?" She asked, hoping he'd shrug and go back to his research. She wasn't so lucky though.

"Aren't you tired?"

"Just a little".

"You should get some sleep [Y/N], it's important". He said, now looking concerned.

She sighed and looked away, a little embarrassed, before she looked at him again. "Can I tell you something Cas? Like, it's a bit embarrassing so I'd prefer if you didn't tell the boys". He closed his book and angled himself so he was looking straight at her.

"Of course, you can tell me anything. You know that". Cas' look of concern made her smile. She had never had a falling out with him, whether on a case or not. She always found him easy to get along with, and he seemed to care about her just as much as he cared about the Winchesters.

"I don't like being alone after hunts. I know I'm a hunter, I know I'm in the safest place I could possibly be and that nothing is going to 'get' me, but still. I dunno, I just can't sleep after them, like I feel anxious and a bit paranoid that something followed us home, even though rationally I know nothing did. So, I'd prefer to just stay up and sit with you".

"[Y/N]-" Cas started.

"I know it's stupid and doesn't make any sense, but it's just how I feel. We really don't need to discuss it. Is it okay if I just sit here with you?"

"It's not stupid. I understand". He offered her a reassuring smile and she felt herself relax slightly with relief. "But you really should get some sleep, it was a long hunt". Just as quickly as the relief came, it was gone again and replaced with worry. Cas pushed his books back and stood up before pushing his chair into the table, and she looked up at him confused. He held out a hand to her, and she hesitated but took it, allowing him to pull her up. "Come with me". He turned around and began to walk out of the library and she cautiously followed behind him. They walked past her room, and he stopped outside his room. While Cas didn't sleep unless there was something wrong with his grace, he still had his own room. Sam and Dean had insisted he have a place that was just his. There wasn't much in it, just a bed, an empty closet, a desk with some books that Sam had recommended, and some tapes that Dean had made for him. He pushed open the door and walked inside, turning around to gesture to [Y/N] to come in with him.

"What are we doing?" She asked as she stepped into the room.

"You're going to sleep, I'm going to watch over you so you don't have to worry about anything". She felt her heart swell, his expression was so genuine, as if there was absolutely nothing wrong with her not wanting to be alone. The thought of telling her that she was a hunter and shouldn't be afraid hadn't even crossed his mind. The only thing he cared about in this moment was that she should get some sleep. Expecting him to pull over the chair from the desk, she was surprised when he took off his trenchcoat, loosened his tie, and began to untie his shoe laces. "You should take off your shoes too, you'll fall asleep more easily if you're comfortable". He said as he pulled back the covers and sat on the bed.

"You're.. you're going to sleep too?" She asked as she kicked her boots off and walked over to him.

"No, I don't need sleep, and I wouldn't be able to watch out for monsters if I was asleep too. Dean says it's easier to sleep when he's holding someone, so you should hold me". She smiled at him, she wasn't used to people being so thoughtful for her. She slid into the bed, and he pulled the covers up over her shoulders. He slipped his arm under her shoulders and pulled her closer so her head was on his chest, and she wrapped an arm around his waist.

"Thank you, Cas". She yawned and tightened her grip on him. She felt completely safe, which had never happened so soon after a case.

"Sleep [Y/N], I'll be here when you wake up".

***

[Y/N] was sitting in the bunker's kitchen, eating a bowl of cereal. It was late, too late to still be up. She had her head propped up on her hand as she lazily picked up spoonfuls, trying to make it last as long as possible so she could once again avoid going to bed. The hunt she'd just got back from had been a wendigo, one of her absolute least favourites. She actually usually chose to stay in the bunker when they suspected it was a wendigo, just research for the boys while they handled it, but they hadn't known what it was until they got there this time. It wasn't a great hunt, there had been several local victims before they found it. Even though [Y/N] had been the one to kill it in the end, it didn't feel like much of a victory. Cas had had to leave halfway through the hunt, some issue in heaven, and that had left them without his safety net. If any of them had sustained serious injuries, they were a long way from any hospital. While Sam and Dean didn't seem to be affected by this, it left [Y/N] even more on edge than usual.

"You're still up?" She heard a gruff voice and she dropped her spoon in surprise, the metal clang echoing throughout the kitchen. Her head snapped towards the door, where she saw a very sleepy looking Dean, dressed in his dressing gown. She quickly grabbed her spoon and cleared her throat, hoping he didn't see how jumpy she was.

"Oh, um, just hungry I guess". He walked over and sat down opposite her.

"Why aren't you asleep?" He asked, grabbing a handful of cereal from the box and popping it into his mouth. She just shrugged and pushed around some of her now very soggy cereal around her bowl. "It was a tough hunt, huh?" He asked and she nodded.

"Yeah".

"You got it though, you did good". He said and she gave him a small smile. Dean wasn't one for chick-flick moments, but he'd always hand out a compliment if he thought someone deserved one.

"They creep me out, the wendigos". She said, letting go of her spoon and deciding she'd had enough. Dean scoffed.

"Yeah, because they're creepy. I'm glad we don't come across many of them".

"Me too". They sat in silence for a moment. [Y/N] had been hoping that Cas would turn up at some stage, finished with whatever was going on in heaven, and then she could ask him to stay with her again, but there was no sign of him. Knowing that Dean was going to ask her why she wasn't going back to her room, she sighed and decided to just ask him instead. "Dean?"

"Hmm?"

"Could I... I mean, would it be weird if... if you don't mind..." She was awkward, she didn't quite know how to ask him what she wanted to. He gave her a confused look, so she took a deep breath and tried again. "Look, I know it's silly, but I hate being alone after hunts. I just can't sleep and I don't feel comfortable after them. I don't feel safe". She could feel her cheeks heating up as she was leading up to asking him. "Would you mind if I slept in your room tonight?"

"Not at all". His answer was so quick it took her a moment to register it. "Don't tell Sam but I don't sleep well after hunts either, nightmares, you know?" He took another handful of cereal and shoved it into his mouth before closing the box. He grabbed her bowl and walked over to leave it in the sink, before turning back to her. "Come on". She stood up and followed him out of the room towards the bedrooms. They were quiet as they walked past Sam's room, and Dean ushered her into his room before closing the door behind him. "Sorry about the mess". He said as he pushed a pile of clothes off the unused side of his bed. He took off his dressing gown and threw it over his desk chair, leaving him in a pair of sweatpants and a t-shirt. He got into his bed and held up the covers, motioning for [Y/N] to join him. She did, though she made sure to leave a gap between them. "I don't bite". He chuckled, and she looked over at him.

"I just don't want to make you uncomfortable, this is your space".

"You're always welcome in my space. Come here". He held his arm out and she moved over to be closer to him. He wrapped both of his arms around her waist and pulled so half of her body was on top of his, one of her legs between both of his. He pressed his lips to the top of her head and she closed her eyes, listening to his heart beat below her. "I wouldn't do this with just anyone, you know. Have a soft spot for you". She smiled to herself and listened as he began to quietly hum something, the thoughts of the wendigo long forgotten as she quickly fell asleep.

***

She'd been lying in bed for two hours, her eyes trained on her bedroom door, thoughts of vampires barging in. Sam and [Y/N] had arrived back to the bunker after taking out a nest of vamps that turned out to be bigger than they'd originally thought, and it had left her pretty shaken up. She'd killed several herself before one dug his teeth into her shoulder, and Sam had taken out the rest. He'd cleaned her wound and put in a couple of stitches before they'd left the town, but it was still aching. She wanted nothing more than to ask Cas or Dean to stay with her for the night, but they were out on a hunt of their own and wouldn't be back for a few days.

She had been debating with herself whether or not to go and find Sam. She knew she'd fall asleep if he was there, but she also knew that Sam liked his privacy even more than Dean did, so she'd been putting it off. Her exhaustion but inability to fall asleep eventually got the better of her though, and she got out of bed. She opened her door and walked down the hallway, the only noise being the quiet patting of her feet against the floor. When she got to Sam's room, she knocked and waited for an answer. She felt vulnerable out in the corridor alone, especially since she knew Dean and Cas weren't around. It was eerily quiet, and she started to worry when there was no answer from Sam. Not being able to take the silence anymore, she quietly opened his door and looked inside. He was in bed, sound asleep. She felt a little bit guilty knowing she'd have to wake him up, it had been a tough hunt for him too, but she needed to.

"Sam?" She whispered, walking over to the side of his bed. "Sam?" She tried again, this time gently shaking his shoulder. He woke with a start and quickly looked around the room before his eyes focused on [Y/N].

"[Y/N]"? He asked, his voice low with sleepiness. He rubbed his eyes and glanced over at his clock, confused by the time. "What's wrong? Are your stitches okay?" He sat up in bed.

"Yeah they're fine. Sorry for waking you".

"Don't worry about it, what's up? Can't sleep?" He asked and she shook her head. "You wanna sleep in here?"

"Would that be okay?"

"Of course, here, lie down with me". He moved over in the bed, and she got under the covers with him, surprised by how warm it was. "Big spoon or little spoon?" He asked and she giggled. "Hey, I know I'm big but I can make a good little spoon when I want to". He chuckled.

"Are you a good big spoon too?" She asked and he nodded.

"The best. Turn around, I've got you". She turned to face away from Sam, and she felt his arm snake around her waist, pulling her close against his chest, his head resting on hers. "Do you feel like talking about it? Whatever is keeping you up?" She could feel the vibrations of his voice against her back.

"Do you ever... feel unsafe after a hunt?" She asked, and there was a pause before he answered.

"Yeah, yeah I do sometimes. Especially if it's something new. I've been in this my entire life, so I'm used to most things, but when we face something new, all I want to do is stay up and research everything I can possibly find so we can be better at killing it the next time. I stayed up for three days straight once after a hunt when we lost people, Dean was worried about me. We need sleep, it's important. If you're not well rested then you could make mistakes, so sleep is good. Sleep helps keep us safe". He snuggled in closer to her, she could feel his gentle breathing on the top of her head. He began to tell a story about one of the first hunts he and Dean ever took on without John, and as interested as she was, his low voice and the warmth of his body quickly sent her to sleep, feeling completely safe wrapped up with him.

***

"[Y/N]?" She was nearly asleep on the couch in the Dean Cave when Sam's voice woke her up.

"Hmm?" She asked. They'd arrived home from a simple salt and burn earlier that day, and had been lounging around watching movies all evening.

"I think you're falling asleep there". Dean chuckled from beside her.

"What? No, no I'm awake". She sat up and straightened herself out.

"You looked like you were sleeping". Cas said from his chair. "You must be tired from the hunt".

"I'm actually fine, I think I'd be up for another movie". She said as she stifled a yawn.

Sam, Dean, and Cas all shared a knowing look. "[Y/N], can you come with us for a second?" Sam asked as he stood up. Dean also stood up and held out his hand to her. She looked at it for a second before furrowing her eyebrows at them.

"Why?"

"Just take it, come on". Dean said, waving his hand in front of her. She looked over at Cas who gave her a reassuring smile, and she took Dean's hand. He pulled her up and wrapped an arm around her shoulder as Sam led the way out of the room, Cas following behind them all. They walked past her room, Cas' room, and both Sam and Dean's rooms, before stopping outside one of the spare bedrooms.

"Now, if you're not comfortable with this, just tell us and we'll forget about it, alright? But just know that we are all comfortable with this, we came up with the idea as a group". Sam explained.

"Okay..." She was apprehensive, but Dean gently squeezed her shoulder and she tried to relax as Sam opened the door. Inside was a large bed, much larger and much newer than the beds in the other rooms. The desk and bedside table were all covered in photos of the team, some old, some new. Photos of all four of them smiling, photos of them all dressed up for a case, photos taken at restaurants, bars, motels. All happy memories. "What is all of this?"

"This". Dean gestured to the entire room. "Is our post-hunt room". He grinned at her, but she was still confused.

"Look, we all know you don't feel safe immediately after a hunt, and we know that you do feel safe when at least one of us is around. We also don't always feel great after a hunt, and we feel better when you're around". Sam smiled at her.

"So we decided that after hunts, if we are all in the bunker, we'll spend the night together so we can properly rest". Cas finished explaining. "So you can sleep". She didn't really know what to say, she never would have expected the three of them to come up with something like this and actually do it. She looked up at all three of them, all smiling at her, all hopeful that she'd agree. She really did love all three of them, and this just boosted that love for them even more.

"This is.. amazing. It's so thoughtful. I can't believe you organised this". She laughed a little, looking around at all of the photos. "We're all going to sleep in here?"

"Well, I'll just rest. But yes, we will be here with you all night". Cas said.

"How are we all going to fit?" She asked, eyeing Sam who was practically the length of the bed, and Dean and Cas who weren't much smaller than him.

"Don't worry, we've figured it out". Dean winked at her. "Want to show her Sammy?" Sam walked over to the bed and pulled the covers back. He slid in, and maneuvered himself so he was lying on his back right in the centre of the bed. "You're next Sweetheart". Dean pushed her gently towards the bed, and Sam opened his arms.

"You're gonna have to lie on top of me. I promise I'm softer than I look". Sam smiled at her. "C'mere". She crawled onto the bed and over Sam, laying down over him. She wrapped her arms around his back and he wrapped his around her. She lay her head on its side on top of his chest, and their legs tangled together. She looked up as Cas and Dean walked around to either side of the bed and got in on each side of her and Sam. Dean wrapped an arm around her waist, and Cas wrapped an arm around her waist too, above Dean's and below Sam's. Dean pulled the covers up over all of them before leaning up to kiss her forehead.

"Go to sleep, we're here for you and you're safe here". He whispered to her. She was completely cocooned by all three of them, surrounded by the best hunters in the world and an angel. There was no way anything was getting to her like that. She was completely safe. Between Sam reaching up to stroke her hair, Dean stroking her arm, and Cas tightening his grip around her, her eyes closed and her breathing deepened. She did manage to whisper an 'I love all three of you' before she finally drifted off, and fell asleep smiling as all three of them said it back.

The end

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beansmack2021 · 2 months

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Consider: Lucifer and reader who was a Satanist while they were alive (or Luciferian, that works too)

Holy Shit!

Disclaimer: I don't really know much about Luciferians, so I had to do a little bit of research to make sure that I didn't make any mistakes. I hope I didn't offend anyone's religion, and that you enioy!

You had only been in Hell for a few days, but a few days were plenty. You weren't really sure you believed in Heaven or Hell when you were alive, but now that you were really there, you kind of had no choice.

You'd always believed that Lucifer's decent from Heaven and fall to Hell was devastating. You were also inspired, though. You believed that if he was willing to challenge the beliefs of those around him, you could, too.

You weren't one to tell others that you believed that Lucifer deserved more credit than he got. You knew that'd get you funny looks. Still, you admired him. You also pitied him. He never got to see the "joys of humanity". He was forced to see the bad. Somehow, he managed to rule over the bad, though. He was a pillar of strength, in your eyes.

He was kind of cool. You'd always thought snakes were pretty awesome. You believed that they, like Lucifer, were misunderstood and could do amazing things.

Now that you were in Hell, you realized you were right. There was a whole society in Hell. People would often say that Hell would be an eternal firey pit of damnation. It definitely was, but there was a lot of structure to the kingdom of the damned. It just goes to show that Lucifer can build something incredible if given the chance.

You didn't expect to run into the king himself, though. You were walking down the street, still trying to get a feel for things, when someone suddenly appeared before you. The short, blonde man looked around frantically, just repeatedly saying "apples. Charlie wants apples." He saw right through you, but he definitely couldn't walk through you.

The two of you landed on the sidewalk, groaning.

"Sorry," he blurted out. "I was just looking for a shop that sold apples. My daughter really wants them."

He stood, grabbing your hand and helping you to your feet. Now that the two of you were actually looking at each other, you could see that he was pretty attractive. His hair was shiny and smoothed back. His skin was fair and his smile was bright. You shook your head when you realized you were just staring at him and still holding his hand.

"That's okay. My name is Y/N. I only got here recently so I was kind of just seeing what I could. Taking it all in, ya know?"

He nodded, chuckling a bit. "Yeah, this place isn't half bad. I'm Lucifer, by the way. Lucifer Morningstar."

You froze, eyes widening. You felt your blood pressure increase by tenfold. "Wait. You're him? Holy shit! You're Lucifer! You're so awesome!"

Lucifer tilted his head to the side. "That's, um, not usually the response I get."

You grinned from ear to ear, trying not to hop up and down with glee. "I'm sorry. Its just that I think you're amazing. You're like, this huge symbol of self-sufficiency, strength, and independence."

Lucifer's pale cheeks flushed red. He stammered for a moment. "Really? You think so?"

"Oh, I know so! You're the only person who had the balls to stand up to Heaven and tell them what you really thought of the way they ran things."

You stopped for a second, realizing you were acting like a crazed fan. "Hey, listen. I'm not doing anything right now. Or ever, actually. Can I try to help you find your apples?"

Lucifer smiled softly. "I think I'd like that."

#x reader #hazbin hotel #hazbin fanfic #hazbin x reader #hazbin lucifer #hazbin hotel lucifer #lucifer morningstar #lucifer x reader

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scaranation · 1 year

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Hi! I saw that your requests are open. So, if it's possible, could you write one with genshin boys (preferably Xiao, Kazuha, Thoma, Alhaitham, Heizou) with an asthmatic S/O? As an asthmatic, I'd appreciate it! I really love your writing so I hope you’d consider my request, have an awesome day!

dhhdjdjdhdj this is so late but i’m just working thru my requests…

as a non-asthmatic i tried my best w researching for this but i’m sorry if i made some mistakes 😭 i attempted to make it as accurate as possible tho !! thanks for submitting this <33

༊*·˚ 𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐏𝐈𝐑𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍

ft. Xiao, Kazuha, Thoma, Alhaitham, Heizou

Content: fluff, overprotective genshin men <3

XIAO

This man is STRESSED. As in, definitely more stressed about it than you are - he’d make sure you weren’t in discomfort at any time, always checking up on you both verbally and through his cautious observation. He isnt used to taking care of himself, much less anyone else, but he'd definitely put in his all.

Xiao would probably be even more careful because it wasn’t a visible threat. He could fight off hoards of enemies for you, but what could he do to your airways? When he shared this with you, you only laughed and told him to stop being dramatic. He’d literally act the same way men do about menstruation but with your asthma - he’s trying his best, you just need to give him some time.

He’d be so careful, too - even with something simple, he’d stress so much over it.

“Oh, are you out of breath… Um… Should I stop?”

“That’s what happens when people kiss, Xiao.”

If you showed any sign of exertion, Xiao would be at your side immediately, checking you over for any indicators of discomfort. It was as though even the slightest stutter in your breath could summon him from wherever he was - he’d appear next to you without his name ever having left your lips. You’d definitely feel very safe and looked after by him, although the care was a little clumsy and overly cautious at times. Xiao was simply so cute, always fretting over you. Who knew the conquerer of demons could react in this way?

KAZUHA

Kazuha is definitely pretty relaxed. When you told him you were an asthmatic, he’d just nod and ask a little about what that entailed. He wouldn’t press the matter, but he’d remember everything you said. All your preferences, your physical limits - Kazuha would quietly note them down in his memory, keeping a soft gaze on you.

If you ever had an asthma attack, Kazuha would calmly stay by your side - after all, two panicked people wouldn’t lead to a better situation. He’d gently pass you your inhaler, guiding you through breathing activities between murmured reassurances.

“You’re doing great.”

“You’ll be okay.”

He wouldn’t hesitate to call for help if your condition worsened, careful not to let his concern show as he flashed you a seemingly relaxed smile.

As a wayfarer who spent most of his time on a ship, Kazuha felt a little guilty for forcing you into this outdoor lifestyle. However, you insisted on being with him, and it was only natural for him to cater to your every need.

THOMA

Thoma is definitely on top of everything. As a housekeeper extraordinaire and possibly the most kind-hearted person in Inazuma, you’re definitely in safe hands.

He’d always make sure your inhaler was either with you or him, immediately forcing you to rest if you seemed even the slightest bit exhausted. He’s a people-pleaser for sure, and would do everything in his power to ensure your comfort.

“Ah, is the window too wide? I forgot it was spring - is the pollen annoying you?”

“Hm, the weather’s quite humid today. Would you rather I fetch the groceries instead? You don’t need to come along if you don’t want to.”

“Hold on, don’t come in. I just need to air out the kitchen for a moment - I’ve cooked dinner, but it is a little smokey in here.”

He’s the sweetest person alive, always considering you before anything else. He’d send for help immediately if you had an asthma attack - internally blaming himself for being unreliable - and stay with you the whole time, making sure you were okay.

ALHAITHAM

As soon as he was aware of your condition, Alhaitham would read up on every source related to it. He’d memorise everything meticulously - symptoms, triggers, relief - by the next day, Alhaitham would practically be an expert.

He does it because he cares about you, of course. It’s just that he doesn’t know how to check up on you like a normal person, so he does it methodically (much to your amusement).

“I understand we’re in a dry area, how is your breathing? Once we get to our next stop, I’ll run a test for nitric oxide. Ah, and I have your medications here too.”

“We’re exploring the desert, not having a health checkup. I’m fine.”

“Safety protocol comes first. Tell me immediately if you have respiratory difficulties.”

It was a little uncanny how pragmatic the man was when it came to your health, but he just didn’t know how else to express it. He wasn’t good at comforting people - Kaveh always told him he was too blunt and tended to make reassurances sound like insults - and so Alhaitham could only resort to practiced formality. It was almost funny, how his monotone contrasted the concern pooling in his eyes.

Alhaitham was determined, at any cost, to keep you safe and healthy. After all, he wanted to be the only thing that could take your breath away.

HEIZOU

Heizou is quite a character, and so, when you told him you were an asthmatic, he treated it like a mystery. The scientific method was common in criminal investigations, and he used those same steps in ensuring the comfort of his lover.

Heizou identified the problem (very self-explanatory) first, before forming a hypothesis to gauge your asthma triggers. Of course, you knew of a few, but he needed solid evidence without endangering you. Heizou would sharply observe whenever you appeared to be short of breath, having your inhaler at the ready as he formulated a list of potentially hazardous situations to avoid. Call him overcommitted, but he knew it wouldn’t hurt to be prepared.

Although, in theory, Heizou had mapped out every facet of your condition unique to you, he’d be at a slight loss when you actually had an asthma attack. In fact, anyone would think he was the asthmatic, with the erratic way he’d start hyperventilating in panic alongside you.

“I didn’t draw a conclusion about animals being a potential trigger… This is an unforeseen factor…”

“Wait, here’s your inhaler. And your medication.”

(cough) “Why do you have my whole medicine cupboard with you?”

“Just in case. I’ll uh, call for help now.”

He’d be so nervous at his prevention methods not working, but he’d help you resolve the attack with his signature efficiency (after getting over his own mini panic attack, of course.)

Heizou would continuously learn and observe you, making sure he understood you as best as possible in order to cater for your asthma. He’d be a little shocked if things didn’t go according to his conclusions, but he’d definitely devote his everything to keeping you safe.

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loupy-mongoose · 9 months

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This writing got long, so I'm putting a Read More. There are no content warnings.

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This did end up very long for what I normally do, so be prepered.

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The Mews and Lavender settled in the shade close to the house. Lavender, still holding her little siblings, noticed the uneasy looks on her parents' faces. It was clear that this story still bothered them.

Randy and Akoya exchanged a lengthy look before beginning.

So... Lavender is a Pokemon known as a Mewtwo. As far as we know, she's the second of two.

There's... not much information out there about Mewtwo as a species. Lav only recently managed to Psychically connect with the first one.

Persim, now bunched up into a loaf with his little daughter nestled in his shoulder fur, tilted his head. So she's not a Mew? I always thought she was. A big one, and kinda weird lookin', maybe, but still a Mew. I mean, she feels like one.

Lav twitched her ears. She had never really thought about how other Mews might perceive her. With how rare they were, she'd never really considered the possibility of meeting another. And Uncle Perzi had never asked, so nobody had said anything.

What we do know about Mewtwos is... They're man-made.

Lavender was... Randy went quiet and grimaced. Akoya gave him a soft look and took his hand in hers.

Lavender was modified while I was pregnant with her.

By humans?

It wasn't easy to get Persim riled up, but he was clearly perturbed by this.

How did you let humans get close enough to do that to you??

Randy winced, and Lav felt a wave of guilt blast from him. Guilt? What did he have to feel guilty about?

Akoya must have felt it too. She leaned her head onto him, and wrapped her tail around him. They seemed to have a private telepathic chat.

Randy nodded, and Akoya met Persim's eyes with a determined, almost defiant look. Randy wasn't always a Mew. He was a human when we met. She smiled a little. Do you happen to remember when our island was visited by a couple of humans?

Perzi appeared thoughtful. A bit? I never saw them, because Mom wanted me to stay out of sight.

They were Randy and his dad. When I left the colony, I went back to the island. I met Randy for real there.

As a human?

Akoya nodded.

And... he didn't do anything to you?

She shook her head. Nope. He was so different from what the colony believed humans to be. He was kind. He was funny! I followed him home from the island and hung around.

You forgot something.

Akoya looked at her mate in surprise. He tapped at his left shoulder with a smirk, and the blue Mew's ears fell back in embarrassment.

She bit me. As a Mightyena.

I thought he might be a threat.

I mean, he was a human. I'd say you had that right.

But I was wrong. The colony was wrong. Humans aren't all the threat they make them out to be.

Randy's expression turned hard. But the ones who are sure know how to make a show of it. His voice was drenched in hatred.

Akoya gave him a tail hug. The humans that wronged me wronged him as well. Randy only ever wanted to do good for our species. He put in years of research for these people, thinking that they wanted the same thing. To help us repopulate.

Persim narrowed his eyes. When exactly did you decide to become mates?

This time it was Randy's turn to shrink in embarrassment. Akoya rolled her eyes. It wasn't like that, Persim.

We tried several times and ways to get her pregnant. His voice cracked. But not that.

But...

I won't deny that I was in love with him.

Persim's ears flicked. You do realized that the colony would flip if they knew that, right?

I'm sure they would. But they can stuff it. Our life is our choice.

To their surprise, Persim smiled. Well, it's clear that you two are very close. Much closer than Dad and any of his mates were. Then he grew serious again. But how did you go from human to Mew? Did those bad people do that, too?

This was the part Lav knew her dad had the most trouble with. It plagued him constantly, even when she was a kid. Not that she'd known it at the time. She never got the full story from them. By the time she learned the rough idea of what had happened, she also knew how much it had hurt him. So she didn't want to cause him any more grief...

Maybe this time...?

But as she'd expected, neither of them spoke immediately. Randy's hand moved up to his shoulder, where the scar would be if he were in human form. Akoya placed her hand on his.

We... He sighed, seemingly trying to calibrate himself. We knew another Mew, named Mo. H-He and I, we... He gritted his teeth.

We went to destroy the computers... It... It was my idea, but he came along... We lit the room on fire, and teleported out... But it exploded.

I... I don't... very well remember what happened after that... I was... trapped. Pinned under burning debris... Mo was with me, and I know we talked some, but... I don't remember what was said...

And after that... I woke up in Sinnoh. Lav was three weeks old at the time, and... somehow I'd ended up bringing her with me. And years later I learned, with Akoya's help, that...

That I wasn't Randy. At least, not the way I'd thought I was...

He went quiet, and they sat in silence. Randy was shaking.

I don't know what he did, for sure. I... My guess is that... somehow he took my memories.

The... The actual Randy didn't make it out of the fire.

Again, silence. Persim had a look of contemplative horror on his face as he processed what had been said.

After a while, he spoke. So... so this human form you take... is it the same as the... the one who...?

Randy nodded. He appeared fatigued. Well, more so than usual.

Right down to the scar, which Mo didn't know about. And he remembers his childhood as Randy. So we know that there are memories beyond what Mo could've known. She paused for a moment. And his energy is the same as Randy's.

In all ways but his eyes, he's the same man.

Perzi narrowed his eyes again. Let me get this straight. You fell in love with a human, but didn't become mates until he was a Mew? He turned to Randy. And what about you? When did you fall in love with her?

Randy fidgeted a little, and mumbled his answer. After she fell for me, but before I was a Mew.

He didn't want a Human-Pokemon relationship, so we never were more than friends when he was human.

Perzi smiled warmly. Well there you go! Him becoming a Mew was a good thing for you guys.

Randy and Akoya looked at him, shocked. You're not... That's not weird at all to you?

What I see is two Mews who love each other very much. I don't know how I'd feel if he were still human. But as it is, I'm happy for you guys!

I know that Akoya wanted more than the colony could offer her. So to see that you found it, it really warms my heart.

Lav's parents were quiet for a moment. Akoya smiled back at her brother. Thank you, Perzi. Your support means a lot to me.

Persim shrugged, jostling Rosemary. She had fallen asleep, and gave a sharp shrill in protest before resettling.

Honestly I don't think I fully understand it all. But you two seem happy in the now, at least mostly. And I don't have a problem with that!

The Linden parents smiled. But soon Randy became serious again. You should know, though... My mom is a human.

Perzi flicked his ears again. So I'll occupy my time elsewhere. I can show Rosie the Hoenn sights!

Randy's face took on his typical look of concern. Are you sure she'll be safe?

I spent a long time before meeting up with you guys floating around. I'm capable of protecting myself. How much harder can a kit be? Besides, you guys'll be nearby if I need help.

You bet! You can always give a telepathic holler for us!

So it's settled? We're all going?

Yeah!

Great. I'm going to take a nap.

Randy stood up and began to float away. But he stopped a good ways out, and turned to look at Lav, who was sitting quiet and thoughtful with the twins sleeping in her arms.

~Lav?~

She looked up at her dad, startled by the word in her head. He motioned with his head for her to come with him.

Lav handed the twins to her mom, and went to follow.

Once they were alone, Randy sighed.

I'm... I'm sorry it took us so long to tell you all that. I don't like keeping things from you, but... it's... hard for me to talk about.

Lav smiled at him. You don't need to apologize. I get it. That's... why I never asked. She tilted her head, thinking of something. You never told Uncle Perzi about Mom getting sick.

I can only handle so much of it at a time, Lav. If she wants to tell him, she can. But I'm not ready right now.

His voice sounded so beat. Lav's heart ached for him, as well as her mom. Her parents had been through so much, in such a short span of time. And the waves of guilt she'd felt from him earlier crossed her mind. He must feel like it had all been his fault...

She walked up to him and pulled him into a tight hug.

I'm proud of you, Dad. I know that time is hard for you, but... You've come a long way since it all.

He didn't respond, but she could feel him shivering. Soon she heard him sniffling, which turned into weeping. She didn't know if it was tears of guilt, or sadness, or relief, but she wanted to let him get it out.

Akoya checked their bedroom, her twin children asleep in her arms. Hoy, you guys are getting big. And heavy.

She left the room. Randy hadn't gone to the bed to sleep, so he was likely in his other spot of choice.

And there he was.

Cozied up in the corner of the couch with Lav's arms around him. The blue Mew gently set the sleeping kits down before turning to her mate and daughter. Akoya smiled as she approached them. She leaned in to give her mate a kiss, when she heard it.

The elusive but oh-so-wonderful sound of his purr.

She gave him a soft peck on the head and, purring herself, attempted to squeeze into the sleep pile. Randy woke a bit, and met Akoya's eyes. In that brief moment, they felt the pain of their past fade in the strength of their unity, before settling down to sleep.

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oofashwritesfanfic · 7 months

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[ +18 ]

[ miguel o'hara x fem!reader]

[plot: miguel o'hara has been your neighbor for the longest time and that one faithful night the two of you finally find it , you finally get that passionate night you both shamelessly imagined on more than one occassion]

[warnings: mans eats you out on his couch , neighbors to lovers troupe]

[a/n: i tried my best to do a little research on terms of endearment in spanish , but if i did use it wrong please tell me?? because then i'll fix it! i would lowkey love to actually learn more of it!!]

"shit..." you mumbled , frantically searching through your purse. "you got to be kidding me..." you knew that it was a bit late for you to phone the locksmith , they usually never answer after hours in any case and it definitely didn't help your phone was dead , though you were a little grateful you didn't have any work the next day.

"oh , it's you , you alright?" your neighbor miguel o'hara would speak up , he seemed to have come back from his jog , you two would cross paths once in a while , you usually made extra food for him. "oh mr o'hara , uhm hey , i got locked out of my apartment i lost my keys..." you said letting out a bit of a nervous laugh. "ah and the locksmith will only come tomorrow?" he paused for a moment rubbing the back of his neck. "if you'd like you can stay over at mine? it is more like payment for cooking for me all those times." he had a bit of a flustered expression , you had a surprised expression.

"oh? uhm yeah , if it's okay with you i don't mind." you said , fidgeting with your bag a little. "i can cook for you again. this time it will be more fresh." you laughed a bit nervously , it would be the first time you would enter his apartment. you'd lie if you said you didn't fantasize a little bit about him , who wouldn't? he was an extremely attractive man. "yeah of course , i'd never say no to a free meal at all." he laughed and turned to unlock the door moving out the way so you could enter , you went in , the apartment smelt like him , a hint of coffee and a sweet scent you couldn't quite place.

"you can use the kitchen as you wish , there should be chicken in the freezer... uh i'm going to go shower." he said motioning to himself , you gave a nod for a moment before you moved to the kitchen as he went off to go shower. you went through his fridge and cupboards deciding what the best meal would be , you decided on a simple chicken and pasta dish. you had removed your shoes at some point. luckily by the time you finished miguel had come out , hair still wet his towel around his neck , his shirt hugging his body and of course he was in sweatpants.

"it smells good." he said coming over to look , he smelt so damn good... he went over to the fridge grabbing some beer. "do you want some beer?" he offered , "uh yes please." you answered , plating the food and grabbing some forks. "sorry if it's a bit messy." he snickered. "no don't worry about it , i'm just grateful that you let me stay over , i'm sorry about the inconvenience." you said. "don't stress about it cariño." hearing him speak spanish was always exciting , especially being a foreigner and all... regardless.

the two of you enjoyed your meal , idle chatter of getting to know one another. it was a good meal , especially after the two cans of beer the two of you had.

"you can shower , i'll leave some extra clothes on the bed , don't worry about the dishes." he then added , taking the plates already to the sink. "oh uhm , yes of course..." you could never really say no , especially when he was so helpful , he even got you a towel and showed you where everything was , he left you be in the bathroom and went off to do his own thing. you took a quick shower , everything smelt like him... he smelt so good , it was a calming scent , rather comforting to be honest. by the time you finished up your shower and your little fantasy... you flusteredly went to the bedroom and saw the clothes unfortunately for you... you didn't have any spare underwear on you so you essentially would be going commando underneath the clothes he gave you which happened to be a shirt... his shirt a very baggy shirt at that.

"oh..." you paused for a second staring at your reflection once you put the shirt on , it reached your knees and was baggy , like a dress , probably didn't help that if you looked too closely you'd see your curves through the shirt... no time to think about that though- you left the room. "oh are you done would you like me to wash your other clothes for you...?" he seemed to trail off for a moment before looking up at your eyes. "uhm yes please..." you quickly turned around to go grab your clothes before putting them into the washing machine.

"sorry , i didn't have anything smaller this is the smallest thing i own." he gave somewhat of a nervous laugh. "no uhm it's fine , you're already doing more than enough and im intruding mr o'hara..." you said , adjusting the shirt a little bit , he went quiet for a moment. "you can call me miguel , i don't mind." he said , motioning for you to sit down , which you did , you sat down down next to him , hands on your lap keeping the shirt from rolling up , you didn't know it was the alcohol or not but you felt hot...

"are you... are you sure?" "yeah , i'm giving you permission after all cariño." "you keep calling me that what does it mean miguel...?" he smiled a little bit at you as he sat a little closer. "cariño means darling... or dear? it's hard to translate sometimes." he snickered a little. "oh , it's... it sounds really nice coming from you , i don't think i've heard it before..." you tell him , looking down at your hands.

you could feel his gaze on you , even as you turned to look up at him. "you think it sounds nice , maybe i should speak more in spanish." he joked. "ah maybe , though it's not like i can understand much... but doesn't mean i can't admire it..." you said smiling a little. his gaze softened for a moment before he spoke again , "quiero besarte tan mal..." "what does that mean?" now in all honesty you weren't expecting this...

his answer to you was to cup your cheek gently and give your lips a kiss , it wasn't chaste or hesitant... he wanted it , you could feel it in the way his hand had moved from your cheek to the back of your neck. though it was brief , he pulled back and asked you quietly , "is this okay? can i keep going...?" he mumbled it and breathlessly you nodded , you should have stopped it , hell he was twice your age it would have been weird right...? ah well you were both consenting adults.

his mouth immediately found its way to yours once more , this time the kiss was deeper and more intense , his hands moving to pull you onto his lap , making you straddle him. "hmmn...~♡" you couldn't help that quiet whimper from the feeling of his hands gripping your hips as the kiss depend , his tongue running along your bottom lip for a moment before he pulled back.

"you're not wearing panties..." he said looking up at you now , it made you flustered. "i-i uhm... i... they're in the wash..." you told him looking away from him , you were almost embarrassed it made it seem like you were expecting something to happen.

"it's fine , i don't mind it makes things easier for me mi amor..." he whispered , his lips brushing against your skin , his hands came to slip under your shirt , the way those calloused fingers rubbed against your skin had you whimper quietly , hands coming to hold onto his shoulders. "you're so reactive you know that? like when i touch you here..." as he spoke his fingers ran up your back , lifting up the shirt exposing your skin inch by inch and almost in a fluid motion he ended up removing the shirt , exposing every inch of that naked skin to him , he didn't look up at you as his head dipped down , hands holding you as his mouth trailed kisses along your skin , his teeth lightly grazing the skin.

"miguel...~" you couldn't help the quiet gasps escaping your lips as his teeth lightly nipped at your nipple , it became nice and erect in his mouth , while one hand remained on your back to support you , his free hand came to grope your ass. that feeling of his skin against yours was almost heavenly , you couldn't help but lightly grind your hips against his lap , it made him chuckle quietly. "look at you , you look so nice and desperate already and i've barely done a thing cariño..." he said licking up your neck , his teeth grazing your skin as his lips pressed to your ear. "it's so adorable... seeing you so desperate just for me to touch you." he said against your ear , "yes..." you breathed out , though he was one to talk , he was becoming hard underneath you. "please... keep going." you whined , moving your hips against him , a wet spot forming on his pants. "ah..." he mumbled something in spanish under his breath , moving you to lay you onto your back , moving down right between your legs , pushing them against your chest , exposing your cunt to him.

"fuck... look at you... you're so wet , you're so fucking wet just for me..." he growled , leaning down to kiss your cunt , making you gasp quietly , "miguel...~♡" "ah fuck you're so cute..." he mumbled his tongue running along your folds , his teeth lightly grazing against your skin , tongue flicking over your clit , hands gripping your thighs , leaving some marks on the skin. "miguel... wait not... ngh~♡" you whined hands coming to tug a little at his hair , hues looking up at you , watching the way you writhed throwing your head back as he used his mouth to pleasure you , he made it difficult for you to move your hips to get some more stimulation. he let go of your legs , allowing them to rest on his shoulders your thighs wrapped around his face. the way he ate you out had your back arching , his hands coming to squeeze your breasts , your hands squeezing his wrists.

he ate you out like he was eating his last meal... you tasted so good , you tasted so heavenly and not to mention those moans , they were music to his ears , well they were a bit muffled from how your thighs were squishing his head. "fuck..." he moaned against your cunt , the way his tongue swirled around your clit had you writhing and moaning you felt that orgasm slowly washing over you , your toes curling , you couldn't help but throw your head back.

"fuck...~♡ fuck , fuck~♡" you whined , he couldn't help but lap up those juices , he pulled back a little bit , licking his lips. when he pulled back and stripped off his shirt , his skin was littered with a few scars here and there. "you're so pretty cariño... fuck you're so pretty when you cum..." he mumbled , "i want to fuck you till you're mess." he said , standing up to strip off his pants and underwear , his cock was throbbing , he wanted to fuck you so badly. "please , miguel please fuck me..." you spread your legs for him , hands reaching to spread those pretty pussy lips. swearing in spanish he got back onto the couch , watching you carefully as he spat on his hand , starting to now stroke himself lubing himself up.

he took a deep breath , rubbing his tip right up against your folds , groaning at how wet you felt. "fuck... you're so fucking wet..." he mumbled , sliding himself finally inside , groaning from the feeling , you couldn't help the whines falling from your lips as his cock filled you up. "fuck... fuck you're so big... you're so big miguel...~♡" you whined , the moment he hit that sweet spot you couldn't help your back arching and your toes curling , hands digging into your thighs as he gave a huff before he started moving , the way his hips moved were slow , deep and methodical at first before he started picking up pace.

he loved the way your back arched when he hit a sweet spots , he couldn't help but lean in and start sucking on your nipples. "hmngh~♡ fuck...~♡ miguel~♡" you whined , your hands coming to tug at his hair as his hips slammed up into yours , those lewd noises filling the air. "fuck mi armor~ you're so fucking tight...~♡" he moaned , licking and biting at your skin , leaving marks on your breasts. he was getting lost in the way you felt , the way your hips bucked and the way your hands tugged at his hair holding his face to your breasts.

the way his hands dug into your soft flesh... fuck he loved it he was so lost in you. "fuck... you're gonna... fuck...~♡ ngh~♡ make me cum... gonna cum...~♡" you whined , he couldn't help but flip you two , he had you on your back , pushing your legs against your chest as he thrusted , in and out , he was going at such a fast pace you couldn't keep up , your mind was going blank and it felt like you were being winded.

"oh fuck... im cummin'!" you whined , back arching , the way you tightened up so nicely around his cock had him grunt , his own thrusting becoming erratic as he squeezed your thighs , making you cry out in pleasure , moaning as the two of you both came together , his load filling you up and of course your love juices squirting out to cover his cock.

"ah fuck... fuck fuck..." he moaned , he sighed quietly the moment he rode off his high , watching you as he pulled back slowly , your flushed dazed expression and the quiet breaths leaving your lips. "fuck..." he pulled out of you too , watching his cum drip from your cunt. he hoped that you were on birth control , though it wasn't his main focus , rather than that , he picked you up , which you couldn't help but giggle quietly as his hand came to play with your ass as he had you over his shoulder.

"miguel... i don't think i can go again... i'm still sensitive." you'd tell the male making him snicker as the two of you reached his bedroom , everything smelt like him... his scent was driving you absolutely wild.

tossing you onto his bed , he looked down at you.

"well get ready princess , im gonna make sure you're crying from pleasure." he said and the expression you made was a mix between surprise a bit of a nervous laugh.

you were honestly surprised with the crazy amount of stamina miguel had , you lost count of how many times you had cum and how embarrassed you were for messing his bed sheets up , to which he promptly responded with -

"if you didn't mess , i know i definitely didn't do a good job."

seems the male took great pride in fucking someone into a mess.

the morning after you didn't feel embarrassed and neither did he , because you were later invited on a date.

who knows how that would go...

[ ending that here , i might write a second part of the cute little date and of course the horny hours that go with it. might turn it into a mini series if i gave the energy for it. ]

#smut #+18 #fem reader #miguel o'hara x reader #miguel o'hara #atsv miguel #miguel x reader #miguel spiderverse smut

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misseviehyde · 5 months

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BETTER ME, THAN YOU

"Well I can't believe you tracked me down. It's been such a long time since we last spoke. Please sit down and enjoy the drink my butler prepared.

Ohhh, it's too bad you got so sick just before we were ready to test the Elixir. I know it was your dream to try it - but we couldn't afford to let the delicate solution deteriorate whilst we waited for you to recover. I simply had no choice but to try it myself.

Now, I unfortunately have to have a regular supply of the Elixir in order to maintain my new body and there's just not enough for both of us I'm afraid. I already hid all of the equipment and destroyed all the remaining notes along with your grandfathers journal before leaving town. It would take you decades to piece together even the smallest bit of our research, you really are wasting your time.

Look - it isn't just a simple matter of maintaining my physical form. Everyone thinks my male alter-ego is dead and I moved to this town for good reason. I have no intention of ever turning back into that loser.

Since arriving here I've insinuated myself into the richest family in town. I read about their young daughter being kidnapped all those years ago, and knew that if I turned up and pretended to be her after all these years, I could easily replace her. I am Olivia Hyde now .

Frankly - Mrs Hyde was desperarate to believe I was her long lost daughter and any irregularities in the way I behave and act have been overlooked due to my trauma. I of course have no memory of my kidnapping all those years ago.

Awww you think I'm a bad person for impersonating a dead girl? She's probably long gone and these fools would never have found her. Better that I should have all the money and power that would have been hers. Better that it is in my hands and I be the spoiled rich girl I always should have been.

My troubled past gave me an excuse for knowing so little about makeup, hair, girls clothing. But I was a fast learner and with an unlimited supply of money I quickly spoiled myself rotten. I know it all now loser. I know how to dress like a tease and make boys do what I want. I know how to bully and manipulate people. They all think I'm so innocent but I'm the biggest bitch you'll ever meet.

That's right - I'm a spoiled evil slut just like I deserve to be. Assuming Olivia's identity is hardly the worst thing I've done. I'm a bad bad girl and bad things happen to people who get in my way.

Don't you get it simp? The Elixir made me into a fucking Goddess and the more I drink, the more perfect it makes me every day. I'm smarter, stronger and more powerful than any human deserves to be.

So what if the Elixir numbs some emotions? Who needs pity and remorse when you have a tight pussy and can suck big cock when you want? Who needs love when you can have power, money and sex.

You have no idea how good my body feels loser. Soft perfect skin, firm boobs, silky hair. I love how ultra-feminine I am. I love that I can manipulate and control anyone.

The truth is - I wanted this power all those years ago, so I took it from you. I put laxatives in your food - I ensured that it would be me to drink the Elixir not you. I remember how hard I jerked my cock thinking of taking the power from you.

But if I thought jerking off felt good - I never orgasmed so hard as that first time I transformed and became Olivia. As I felt my nails lengthen and my face change I knew that I was finally becoming the person I always should have been. As I grabbed my ass and felt my tits swell up - I knew I would do ANYTHING to keep this body.

Ohhh whoops - did you drop your drink? Are you feeling okay? You look kinda woozy.

Shhhhhh. Don't fight it.

Did you really think I'd just let you waltz in here and take all this away from me. Haha - didn't you learn anything all those years ago.

I spiked your drink again - only this time it isn't laxatives. It's just a little something to help you sleep.

Shhhhhh it will all be over soon. I'll go on living this deliciously evil life and you'll finally be at peace.

You could have had all this - but now it's mine to enjoy. I won't even think of you at all after today - but it will be satisying to know that chapter of my life is over.

Yessss, close your eyes and just... sleep.

Don't feel cheated. Before you go, you just have to accept this was always my destiny.

Better me than you...

#evie hyde #Evil bitch #Dark #tg elixir #twisted #m2f corruption

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maniculum · 6 months

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Meadmaking

Hey all, Zoe here - the other half of this blog, and I decided to try my hand at posting - particularly my little mead-making project. Even though Mac is the medieval drinks expert, I just like mead as a drink and I feel like a potion-brewing witch when I make it. Beer was the more popular drink during the middle ages, as it was cheaper and more widely available, but I think it's nasty and who doesn't want to feel like Early English royalty?

As I dug into mead-making, I fell into a SUPER deep medieval-mead-making rabbit hole. I'm not a mead expert, and I'd highly recommend Susan Varberg's blog, Medieval Mead & Beer, for a very, very in-depth look at how to make medieval mead. HOWEVER, all that said, I did collect some research and played with it myself. Plus, I made some of my own recipes.

So. Mead. What is it? Fermented honey water, in its most basic form. Honey-wine, it can be called to those who aren't familiar. There's a lot of other names mead has when it's mixed with other things:

Mead – water, honey and yeast

Sack Mead – mead made with extra honey

Short Mead – low honey and low alcohol yeast to be drunk quickly

Hydromel – watered down mead (in period, another word for mead)

Braggot – (period) ale refermented with honey; (modern) malted mead

Melomel – mead made with fruit

Mulsum – mead made with fruit

Cyser – mead made with apples

Metheglin – mead with spices

Pyment, Clar – mead made with grape juice

Hippocras – spiced wine, sweetened (but not fermented) with honey

Botchet — caramelized honey mead

Really, though, when you see it on the shelf, a pumpkin melomel will be marketed as "Pumpkin Mead," so really only the brewmasters get into the weeds on the names. I was really curious as to how the ingredients were sourced in the middle ages - nowadays, brewers get really into where they source their ingredients (there's a bazillion different yeasts you can use!), but after doing some research, turns out the medievals were too!

Honey.

The medievals categorized honey in different ways. The best quality honey was called "life honey" and was the honey that dripped freely from the wax when pierced. Grades of honey diminished as the honey became harder to get out of the hive. The dregs of honey (collected by heating the frame in water to blend the honey but not melt the wax) was given to servants and was not preferred. Honey was also categorized by location - Egyptian honeys were very popular and expensive. Honey from different regions in Spain were considered of different quality - one merchant got particularly fussy when one of his batches was "spoiled" by mixing honey from a better region with that from a worse region. Finally, honey was categorized by flower type. One monetary requested honey made only from lavender. Since hives were highly mobile frames or skeps, it would have been possible for apiarists to move their hives to lavender fields.

Water.

Water is, well, water. Right? Not quite. Medieval recipes do specify using fine, spring water. The water and honey were often boiled together - likely to kill bacteria. However, the wording on "boille" is not super clear. Mead-masters knew that honey shouldn't be boiled (it kills natural yeast), so whether or not the must (the water/honey mix) was boiled in the modern sense or just warmed is unclear. Perhaps the need for "fine, spring, fresh water."

Yeast.

While modern brewers and vintners have a wide variety of yeasts to choose from, medieval brewmasters didn't have as many options. There were a few different options, however. Baking yeast (like a sourdough starter) was one option, while other recipes call for the leftover lees of wine/mead batches. Hops were also used. Of course, yeast is also naturally occurring, so brewers could fairly reliably rely on the natural yeast to kick-start itself.

I'll dump my own mead pics here and then get into the details of a Middle English mead recipe in part two, I guess. I'll talk a bit about the mead-making process, too. Mead is made by mixing honey and water into a must. Then, yeast is added. Modern mead-makers also add yeast nutrients and other additions to ensure their batch doesn't get infected.

A newly made bottle of mead. Notice the cloudy colour characteristic of new mead. As the yeast eats the sugars, they'll create a bottom layer of debris and the mead will clear, as seen below.

After the primary fermentation has occurred (you can tell when the bubbles of gas, telling you the yeast is eating, have stopped), mead-makers will re-reack their mead. This involves moving it from one jug to the next.

At this point, the mead can be put into a closet and age for a while. The best meads have high clarity - that is, they're clear! The example below is only about 2 months old. It has a way to go, but has good clarity already. Notably, the sagas state that the best, oldest, clearest meads were served to Odin and the gods.

Anyway - that's the basics of mead-making. I'll make a part two about older recipes! Sources:

Beekeeping in late medieval Europe: A survey of its ecological settings and social impacts. Llu.s SALES I FAVÀ, Alexandra SAPOZNIK y Mark WHELAN

Trade, taste and ecology: honey in late medieval Europe. Alexandra Sapoznik, Lluís Sales i Favà & Mark Whelan

Of Boyling and Seething: A re-evaluation of these common cooking terms in connection with brewing. Susan Verberg.

#bees #beekeeping #mead #mead-making #mediveal #medieval literature #witches #cottagecore #potions #i feel like a witch #maniculum

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