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[bluetooththereptile]

Crimson bride

(Yandere Damian Wayne x twin sister reader)

( English is not my first language so I apologize for any mistakes in the following text.)

Summary: Your life is going to end horribly, your will to live is slipping away, will your only hope come to save you?

Tw: mentions of violence and abuse

The smell of blood and incense had filled the air, your lungs could hardly bear the responsibility of bringing you oxygen under the pressure of your stress, not that they could easily filter the smoke in the air anyway. It felt like the air was on fire, with each breath your body shuddered slightly, your body could hardly bear the burden of keeping you alert. The beads of sweat slithered down your spine, making the already uncomfortable rags even more unbearable. You were just 11, why were you stuck in a room full of adults in dark long robes...you were not sure...or perhaps you knew what was going to happen, but you didn't know why on earth you were there. You eyed the sacred blade in the hand of the leader of the group, the light of the candles shimmering on its uneven blade, and swallowed your saliva down your throat that now had turned extremely dry. You could already feel the pain in your chest. Dear God, if you hear me...please help!

The dark monks' chants echoed in the chambers, and the puddles of red wax candles under the feet of pillars carved with different images of unholy creatures, seemed like oozing puddles of blood to you, already boiling with crimson liquid of life right out of hell, where they hailed their master from. The veil on your head was thin enough for you to recognize people's faces, well, at least the ones who didn't have a mask on, and your terrified eyes spotted the figure of your grandfather standing behind the leader, himself holding a golden bowl at hand. You gritted your teeth at remembering his words. The memory is still fresh for you, it was just two months ago when he was having a drink with the leader himself in his boudoir, with you present by his side.

"She's a fitting lady Ra's...I give you the credit of having good hereditary genes..." the leader spoke in his smooth voice, his eyes scanning you up and down. You knew how the way he looked at you was inappropriate but you still stayed, holding the tray of drinks, standing by your grandfather's side, if you were going to flinch even for an inch, your mother wouldn't be happy. "She is..." your grandfather hummed, rubbing his chin before he chuckled "What is it old friend? You seem too interested in my child..." the words spoken made your shoulders stiffen slightly, your fingers tightening around the edges of the tray. "I am...but not for what you think...she is too young for marriage for a mortal man..." his smirk grew wider as he continued "But she's at the ripe age for being gifted to our dear lord...she'd make a decent bride..." you could see Ra's hold on his glass of drink tighten, what did his friend mean? Did he want to marry you off to someone? You wondered, but your confusion soon turned into horror as the leader continued "Her heart fits the unholy bowl perfectly" Oh no...you had heard from your nanny that this man was bearer of bad news but this...this was unpredictable! Your head turned to your grandfather to see how he'd respond...please say no, please say no, I've been a good granddaughter...please say no! "What price do you offer?" And with that, your whole world shattered, you felt like life was slipping away from your shell of being as he negotiated the price of marriage, did he...did he just agree on making you a sacrificial lamb?!

You snapped out of your thoughts by feeling the extremely warm hold of the leader on your naked arm as he pulled you away from the corner of the damp room, the metallic chains on your weak ankles clinking loudly as you dragged them on the floor, your feet already bruised by the rough edges of the old tiles on the floor, leaving red trails of blood. He walked you to the alter, your heart skipped as you saw the white dressing of the stone bed, flower petals spread on the surface, how hauntingly fitting for a bridal bed... The man stopped you right before the altar and started chanting in a language you didn't know a word of. But whatever it was, it was working...because the tiles under your feet started to turn unbearably hot, the circles and symbols drawn onto the walls and the floor turned bright red, oh dear God...if you hear me...please help! You had lost your hope a long time ago, but still, you wanted to hold onto a sliver of hope, maybe your grandfather would change his decision at the last minute, or perhaps he would come...but no...how could Damian come to the other side of the world that quickly? He was just a child, like you, sure, he was a capable boy but still, he was just a boy. His words circled in your mind as the priest poured a warm liquid on your body that painted it red, its sweet aroma filling the air, unbeknownst to you, it was a poison that through skin pores penetrated the body and ran into your blood, slowly relaxing your muscles until your heart would stop, this way, if the demons preferred to have your body whole, you'd still be dead. As you felt your skin itch and your vision turn slowly blurry, Damian's voice echoed in your mind "I will come...I promise...I promise!" His voice was filled with determination, but you knew he'd be late. It was already too late...

They helped you lay down on the alter, the wet veil sticking to your face, slowly suffocating you, but you were too weak to move on your own, your eyes were closed, as if the liquid had sealed your eyelashes together, and the voices around you were turning into distant murmurs, your hands limp as they crossed it on your chest. It was too late...and he hadn't held up to his promise...your lips formed a pout, unable to cry, hardly latching onto the task of breathing, your breaths became labored. Soon your chest would be cut open and your warm paralyzed heart would be put into that golden bowl, and then thrown into a fire...you had hoped things would be different, but you knew from the very start, that you were unwanted, and one day, your family would give you up if they have the chance to do so.

Your ears couldn't detect the loud sound of the explosion of the tear gas in the room, how the cult members shouted and pulled out their weapons but were disarmed quickly by the man in black and a few younger ones. You didn't notice them until someone yanked the wet veil from your face and wiped the clotted liquid off of your nose and mouth, putting an oxygen mask on your face "Y/N!" The voice seemed familiar, but you were too weak to respond "Y/N!" He cried for your attention, his trembling hands shaking your shoulders, his voice muffled by his mask, his hold was pushed away from you when you felt a sharp pain on your neck, the detoxing liquid surged in your veins forward by copious amounts, yet you were already unconscious to see your father cry silently as he held your body close to his chest. Poor girl...poor poor girl...he wished he was there sooner.

Your nanny had pulled the small phone behind her apron with trembling hands, she knew your actions had consequences, but she wanted you to feel happy, so she'd do anything in her power to ensure it'd happen. You quickly snatched the phone out of her calloused hands and started to take the number you had repeated over and over in your mind since the moment you had snuck into your mother's study and had found it deep in her files, it was the Wayne Manor's, where your Damian lived with your father. You were separated since birth, him getting most of the attention of your mother, well the one who was to be her weapon, you were too weak to fight from the very first moments you had started to walk, but still, you tried to have a connection with your twin, who even if neglected your attention or bullied you, still felt a twinge of sibling love deep down. It was not until when he was sent to live by his father that Damian had found out how much he dearly loved you, and how much you meant to him. You dialed the number, hearing it slowly beep, one...two...three...you could hear your nervous breaths into the phone, and four "Hello?" You stiffened at hearing Damian's voice, moving your lips to speak but you couldn't, the sheer luck of having him pick up the phone himself was too much! "Hello?!" Damian's voice turned sour with annoyance, you knew he'd hung up quickly so you finally spoke "Hi..."

"Y/N?!" Damian's voice had turned from annoyed into one of surprise and concern, you spoke softly, asking how he had been doing, smiling as he quickly stammered to answer you, but then, when he was rambling on about missing you, you smiled sadly "Hey...I wanted to tell you something..." you interrupted him "Hmm? What is it?" He had asked with curiosity "Please, forgive me if I've done you anything wrong...okay?" "W-wait...Y/N..what do you? What is happening?!" "Grandpa wants to marry me off...to death..." and there was silence, a very uncomfortable silence. "I will come..." his voice was now filled with determination "I will come, I promise!...w-when's is the ceremony?" "Within two weeks-" the phone had slipped off of your hand when your mother's stinging slap met your face, you turned to look at her with wide eyes, trembling as you heard her crush the phone under her feet.

Your eyes opened up to a white light, with warmth surrounding your body. Were you in heaven? You naively asked yourself, but when the pain washed over your body, you knew you were still alive. "Hi..." Damian's voice made you turn your head to his direction at your side, your neck strained from being motionless for too long. He was holding your hand tightly, and your blurry vision could find the outlines of his face in what you could recognize as crying. "Welcome back..." his voice trembled as he sniffled, adjusting the oxygen mask on your face. You blind a few times to make your vision better, still, it felt a little blurry, but you could at least recognize you were somewhere dark, which you'd find out was the Batcave in the future, and Damian was sitting on your side. Your lips curled upwards slightly at how he held your hand to his chest, looking at you affectionately "Sorry I was late..." he spoke softly "But I will make things right from now on, I promise" he promised, and he would do anything in his power to ensure that.

#yandere #yandere batman #yandere dc #yandere x reader #yandere batfamily #yandere bruce wayne #yandere robin #yandere Damian wayne #yandere bat family #yandere batfam x reader #yandere batfam #yandere batboys

[floshav]

more rodrick PLSSSSS it can be anything

omg this is my first req ever and im so excited thank you!!

you wanted more Rodrick well here's more Rodrick.

part 2 out now!!

summary: Rodricks your best friend but thats not enough for you. As much as you hate to admit, you like the boy. That's why you show up drunk and high at one of his infamous house parties after he'd ranted to you about how he was so so in love with Heather Hills.

warnings: angst, heartache, kissing, Heather Hills, pining, weed, alcohol, crying, one sided love kinda, self hate

wc: 1k+

"She was so pretty."

"Oh yea?"

"No. I dont think you understand, like the way her hair smelled when she strut past me, the smell of..... smell of something light. Fresh! Pink even."

Rodrick practically had stars in his eyes when he described how his crush was at school. You'd be ecstatic if the crush was you, but the world is cruel so here you were talking about Heather Hills for the last hour or so.

"Y'know... I heard she spat on Louise last week. Poor kid, was dosed in her icky saliva for the whole day." Y/n was selfish but she tried to paint Heather in a bad light.

"Shit i'd pay good money for her to spit on me."

Well that backfired she thought.

"Freak" Y/n lightly laughed as she fell back onto Rodricks soft bed. Chest heaving up and down whilst her mind felt clouded.

"What can I say, love makes anyone a freak."

There was that word again. Love. How could he be bloody in love with little miss Heather Hills. The queen of highschool. The perfect girl. Pretty blondie. Pretty face. Y/n quickly began to realise there were plenty of reasons for Rodrick to crush on her. Y/n was a nobody. She thought her face ugly, her style wack, her eyes too uneven. She hated, hated, hated herself and wished she looked like Heather.

"Oh. My. God. I just had the best fucking idea" Rodrick exclaimed with the dorkiest smile he could produce, each fine line below the thickness of his eyebrows seen under the dim lighting of his room.

"Hmm?" Y/n buzzed as she basked in the coolness of his sheets

"M'gonna throw a party" "Heather would definitely come, i mean its one of my parties we're talking about."

Flashbacks to Rodrick's last party hit y/n's head like a train when she remembered how chaotic and horrible the experience was. Drunk teens shouting and chugging unknown beverages, shoulders brushing against shoulders constantly as she tried to find a room she could breath in without having to see another damn couple absolutely devouring eachother. Each and every minuscule second she'd spent in that house made her want to puke. The sight that made her want to puke the most was Rodrick's clearly drunk self throwing himself onto Heather, eyes sparkly with hope whilst she just sat there smiling so sweetly it was sickening.

Quickly she was sent back to reality.

"D'you think that's a good idea?" she questioned, tired.

"Course it is! she always comes to my things"

"Kay' whatever you think is gonna earn you your little dream girl specimen."

"Trust me, this times different." That's what he always said.

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It's ok. It's ok. I-It's.... it's gonna be fine. she told herself as she admired the makeup she'd put on for tonight's occasion, she'd tried to copy one of Heathers famous looks, but quickly realised it didn't suit her skin so she stuck to her usual and hated herself for it. It was dreadfully the day of his party. The day that she'd have to witness him openly flirt with Heather just because he had an excuse to down a dozen bottles of cheap booze. She swiped a smear of lipstick that somehow ended up below her lip and sighed as she adjusted her shirt. Why do you always give in? Just confess you idiot. No! what the fuck am i thinking. she scrunched her nose and took a deep breath in, abusing her vanity with the pressure from the pads of her fingers.

She really really didn't want to go. She couldn't bare seeing Heather show up with her annoyingly perfect face, her perfect nose, her perfect hair, her stupidly sweet personality that everyone gaped over. Fuck it. She hated herself and wanted to forget that Rodrick even existed.

She found her not so hidden stash of weed she'd carelessly left under a pile of worksheets from her chemistry class, something ionic bonding. She didn't know how long it'd sat there for but it stained the ziplock bag a dull yellow. The bag was crinkled and smelled like the thought of Rodrick. Whenever she was upset or mad at Rodrick she'd smoke weed to drown the thoughts out but she slowly realised it was ruining the drug as a whole for her.

She rolled a joint in a random piece of paper she'd found thrown on her floor and lit up the end, taking a deep whiff of it, smile playing on her lips.

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"Animals.....Elephants....Tiguurrrsssss!" She slurred as she laid flat on her disheveled bed scrunching the sheets as her eyes formed stars around her ceiling. She got up abruptly, hair a mess and rubbed her eyes deepening the pressure with every second. "Rrrr... What time? Uggggh" She sighed as she reached for her phone. Her room was cloudy and smelled of green. Beside her were a few empty glasses so she took a sniff, curious. Happy juice? No, Vodka she thought. She saw the emptied out bottle of cheap convenience store alcohol by the side of her feet a long with the yellowed bag of weed which was empty. it'd been around 2 hours since she blacked out on her bed somehow thinking about how her fan looked like the shape of animals. Shit, fuck, ass, asshole! she muttered under her breath as she plopped back down.

"Why not? What's thurrr worst that could happennn?" she mumbled eyes fluttering as she picked up her bag and stumbled out her window, careful not to wake anyone. She took the route down the tree that always worked for her but in a clumsy fashion as she fumbled down the hard branches of her overgrown escape buddy. Craaack, Creeeeak. The continuous sounds made her annoyed. "Uggggfh can't everyone just shut up!!"

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There she was. Standing dumb, drunk and high in front of the booming house lit up by warm yellow light. She could already smell the familiar smell of cheap alcohol, body odour and weed. My kind of night she thought as she barely made her way to the entrance. There were already people outside partying like no tomorrow as some flipped their hair to some overplayed hip hop song that everyone knew. While some were more restricted, sipping on booze as they giggled with their friends. The true highschool experience y/n thought.

Bump.

"Hey! Watch it-"

"Y/n?"

It was someone with beautiful waves of blonde still visible from her clouded vision, pretty makeup and a perfect body. Heather.

"O-Oh hey Heather! Pretty little Heather Hills." Y/n slurred as her vision was still blurred

"Uhm... Y'alright?" She questioned looking back at her friends as if y/n was cuckoo.

"No. No. No. No! Y-you. You. You and your stupidly perfect self can go to hell!" y/n lashed out

"W-what? Y/n what the fuck is wrong with you?" Heather said clearly freaked out by the sudden aggression.

Tears started to cloud y/n's vision so she took in a deeeeep breath trying to suck in as much oxygen as she could.

"Fuck you. Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you! You- You're all he wants. Heather, heather, heather! My perfect little heather with her pretty little face!" Y/n cried out as her knees began to weaken. She had no sense of shame, embarrassment or anxiety. She was too blacked out for this. So blacked out she just blurted her deepest darkest thoughts.

A crowd began to form around them, some curious at the sudden shouting girl who was crumbling a part, vulnerable in front of some people she didn't even know the names of.

"W-what? What are you even saying y/n." Heather said confused and disturbed as she began to back away.

Warmth began to spread at the small of y/n's back. Rodricks hand.

"Y/n? Why the fuck are you screaming?- Y/n s-shit you're not alright." Rodrick hastily slung y/n's arm around his shoulder careful with her as if she was a piece of fine china.

"S-sorry bout' that Heaths, trust me she doesn't mean anything she's saying" Rodrick stutters clearly not drunk enough, nervous as he realises that Heather is clearly agitated.

"Y-yea. It's okay Rodrick. It's not your fault, just get her far from here kay?" Heather said with sympathy and those stupid doe eyes whilst placing a hand on his shoulder. This should've made him tremble with pleasure, but the fact that she'd talked about y/n as if she was a monster made him angry.

"Yea. Yea alright." Rodrick scoffed, lightly rolling his eyes before dragging y/n's blacked out figure up his carpeted staircase, the carpet grazing her knees creating a friction which burned satisfyingly on her kneecaps.

"Fuuuck. Fuck..." Y/n softly mumbled, head tilting to the side of his shoulder as he firmed his grip on the side of her shoulder. Shoulders.... shoulders are for friends, real girls get hands put on their waist. Not shoulders. She managed to conjure the thought in her hazed mind.

He struggled to open his door as y/n's body weight pressed into the side of him as he suddenly heard silent weeps of sorrow erupt from her lips.

He set her on the foot of his bed, careful not to drop her anywhere harsh.

"Y/n? Y/n what's wrong, you're like black out drunk." He asked now bending down with both hands on his knees.

He slowly caresses his hand over the hill of her cheekbone and shoves a fly of hair away from her puffy eyes.

"You....i... Im sick of you and- and her." She sighs as a hysterical tear falls from her eye. Her face was the saddest Rodrick had ever seen and this broke his heart.

"Me and... me and who y/n?" He said so softly as he began to crouch so so close to her, his eyes looking up into hers with genuine curiosity and care. The mention of her name fluttered her heart.

"Heather" She breathed out involuntarily sniffling.

"You don't like me talking about her?" He slowly asked as if all the dots were finally clicking together.

"That's a stupid question." He lowly chuckled as he swiped his thumb under the pad of her eyes.

"I.. I really- I really"

"You really what?" He said again so so softly

"I really like you." She blurted before she felt that familiar rush of heat rapture her face.

Rodrick's eyes glance down to her swollen lips and he feels a strong ache pill at his heart. His best friend just confessed about her underlaying fondness of him and he'd been an ass talking about Heather all the time. He imagined how bad it must've sucked all the damn time.

"I-I'm so sorry I- I always talked about her."

"No! don't fucking be sorry you idiotttt." She slurred

"You- You don't owe me anything." She smiled softly as she fluffed up his hair.

"Maybe..." This is wrong he thought

"Maybe i do owe you an apology." He said slow and steady as he glanced down to her lips and locked with it for the final time.

He slowly moved in to plant a soft kiss on her puffy lips and her eyes widened in surprise.

The kiss felt like heaven and she tasted like everything he was used to. A hint of cherry chapstick, a lot of weed and something coconut. His lips felt so soft against hers and she breathed in every second of the experience. She almost wanted to whine when he pulled away.

"I- Fuck."

Y/n's euphoric high was quickly ruined at the notice of him clearly regretting his decision.

"No- It's fine Rodrick. I get it, it was just a in the moment thing." She sighed as she put both her hands to her face rubbing her cheeks and eyes as if she was trying to rid off the pain in her heart.

"No, no, no! it's not that."

"I just..."

"Fuck it." He went in for another kiss.

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thank u for the request!! i hope this was enough to satisfy ur rodrick need lol, if u ever want a smutty end to this lmk but yarrrrr

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Miss all American </3

Note: this is part two of my hot garbage fic

even if it hurts <3 and this one is just as bad and I also didn’t read over it as well.. 😐

Summary: Visiting her favorite cafe in japan reader runs into her ex bf

Warnings: jokes of being engaged, talks of marriage/having a baby, my horrible grammar, and somewhat fluff?

Pairing: ProHero! katsuki bakugou x ProHero! Fem Reader

"Hello, H/N, what can I get for you?" The cashier asks with an admiring expression, yet he is trying to play it cool that a top-ranking hero from the US is standing right in front of him. "Can I get a (your coffee or tea order) and one of those pumpkin muffins, please?" You point at the little dessert window and give the cashier a bright smile. "Yes, of course, Miss H/N," he says, moving quickly to make your order.

It’s been awhile since you were in Japan; in fact, you haven’t been here since graduation. You moved to the US quickly after finishing school when you heard there were more villains and not a lot of heroes out there, and you wanted to help in the most possible way, so you went abroad. You're out here visiting; it’s the first time you’ve been back to Japan in 5 years. You’ve been considering moving back, seeing as much as you missed it. Especially the cafe you’re in right now,

Taking a look around, it hasn’t changed one bit and still looks like it did when you were a teenager. Memories quickly flood your mind.

and you can’t help the bittersweet pain of nostalgia that burns through your chest.

"Here ya go!" The cashier hands you your order with a huge grin that pulls you out of your short thoughts. "Oh, thank you. How much will this be?" tilting your head to the side when he gives you a funny look. "Didn’t you hear me earlier? I said it was on the house." He laughs a bit at your confused expression. "Erm.. why?"

He leans over the counter a bit. "My family is from America; my mom told me a story about how you saved her life, so take it as my way of saying thank you." You smile softly at his words when he finishes. 'That explains why he recognizes me; I didn’t think anyone in Japan knew of me.

 

"Well, t-

 

"Heeey dynamight! Would you like your usual?" The cashier completely ignores you, focusing his attention fully on the male behind you. 'Dyna, wait, katsuki?' Quickly turning on your heels to face the man, it is in fact him and even more handsome than you remembered from your high school days. He’s wearing his hero uniform without the gauntlets, but it definitely has a lot of new upgrades. He's got a few scars on his arms and neck, some look old and some look more fresh; his hair is no longer the uneven choppy locks you used to love running your hands through; it's now an undercut, but the spikes still remain at the top; he always had a large, broad, and strong body, but now he looks more toned; his muscles are more defined, making him look in better shape than ever; he's a lot taller; and his eyes don’t hold as much hostility as before. He looks mature now. And a lot hotter if that were even possible.

"what’s the matter? never saw the No. 2 up close?" He taunts at you, but he gets no response except your dumbfounded expression. He steps a bit closer taking you in, his own eyes widen before turning to a more softer gaze, "l/n? Ain’t you some american hero now?" his voice is smooth as honey and It takes a second for you to gather your stunned self to try forming words "I am, I’m just visiting." he hums in response. "If you have time, I’d love to chat and catch up with you, Mr. No. 2," you joked before grabbing your stuff and making your way to a nearby table to sit so that you don’t hold up a line by the front.

Sipping from your drink and scrolling through social media on your phone, not really paying attention as you keep glancing up watching katsuki pay for his order until he finally makes his way over to you, now sitting across from you.

"So, what’s it like in America?" He asked, taking a sip of his own coffee and leaning over the table a bit. "It’s nice; I like it a lot, but I was actually thinking about- 

"Do you have a boyfriend?" He catches you off guard almost making you slice your finger as you were about to cut your pumpkin muffin. "Oh, straight to the point huh?" you laugh to play it cool, but your heart has been hammering in your chest since you laid eyes on him. "Just answ-

"no, I don’t.. I haven’t dated anyone cause I’ve been focusing on my hero work and it’s quite hard to find the time for it, you know? How bout you?" Sliding half of a muffin over to him. and taking a bite out of your half. something you always did as teenagers when the two of you came to this cafe in the middle of fall was split a pumpkin muffin. they were always out of them and you could never get your hands on them. and since you got the last one you decided to offer him half. it wasn’t anything special but you hoped it sparked the same nostalgia you’ve been feeling all day onto him. and you know it did when you catch the corners of his mouth quirk up into a small smile.

"I’m engaged."

His sentence throws you into a coughing fit as you look up to see him untuck a chain under his hero uniform from around his neck that holds a sliver ring, but he’s quick to tuck it back before you can even examine it.

he leans back crossing his arms over his chest with a smirk as he watches your coughing die down.  

"Oh, I-wow, congratulations, bakugou." Your smile is forced as you blink back tears from coughing and from pain before leaning down to take another sip of your drink, and he can tell your smile was fake as he begins to laugh. "No need to get jealous now; I’m messing with you." He untucks it again to show it to you.

It’s the promise ring you gave to him when you were 16.

You feel relieved, but your eyes still widen. "You kept it all this time? Why do you still wear it?" You quirk an eyebrow while watching as he takes a bite of his muffin and wait for him to answer.

"I guess to mess around with idiots like you." He finishes his coffee before he continues. "Well, to be honest, I never really could’ve found the heart to throw it, and it’s the only thing I've had from you since you left. Why didn’t you tell me you were leaving? You didn’t tell anyone, and you never called either. I had to find out from damn endeavor out of all people." He toys with the ring around his neck as you frown. "I couldn’t find the heart to say goodbye to you or our classmates. I felt like a jerk, but I knew it was for the better, at least at the time. I don’t know, Kats-Bakugou."

"You don’t have to correct yourself; you can call me by my first name, Miss American." He jokes, trying to make the conversation lighthearted while tucking the ring back once again. "What is your rank there anyway?"

"I’m the No. 2 hero, like you." You stick your tongue out at him before finishing the remains of your muffin. "Wow, with a brain like yours, I figured you’d be at least in the 50s," he smirked, making you lean over the table and hit him lightly. "You’re so mean, Katsuki," you pout playfully. "It’s called honesty, y/n." He laughs when you roll your eyes and slouch back in your chair. "You know you’re lucky you’re handsome, or I’d really be offended right now." You sip your drink. "Oh really? You think I’m handsome?" He rests his arms on the table, leaning forward. you smirk, coping his actions. "Yeah, but it’s too bad you’re engaged." You throw his joke back at him.

"Haha, so funny."

"You’re the one that said it, not me."

"Forget about that. Wanna come back to my place?"

"You shouldn’t cheat on your fiancé."

You smile playfully as he shakes his head, leaning in a bit more.

"The only woman I’d ever be engaged to is sitting right in front of me, but it’s too bad she decided to leave the day after graduation. not even caring to give me a phone call." he playfully clicks his tongue. "Yeah, but the phone works both ways," you shrug.

"doesn’t change the fact that you ruined my plan to take you back after school." He leans back in his chair, now crossing his arms once again. you scoffed. "That’s bullshit, and we both know that."

"Me asking you to be my wife was bullshit? I had the whole thing planned for how I was going to propose, and if you didn’t go Miss all American on me, I bet we’d be married with a baby on the way. That is what you wanted when we were together, right? to have a family young?" He makes a "tch" noise, tilting his head up at the ceiling, causing you to frown. "You shouldn’t joke about that, Katsuki."

He quickly turns his attention back to you.

"I never said I was." His words are followed by silence besides the other people around chatting, but still enough to leave thick tension in the air.

"Katsuki, I-

He suddenly reaches for your drink, taking a sip from it and taking you by surprise. "Hey! I never said you could-

"And it’s still not too late for that." his voice holding a deeper rasp as he clears his throat. "Listen, y/n, I’m going to be straight forward with you because there’s no reason for me to lie. I always loved you, and I never stopped loving you. I don’t care if you live in fuckin’ Guam, Canada, or wherever; I know I can make long-distance work for however long you want it to work. Remember back then when I said I’d take you back in a heartbeat? I still stand by that. So if you still want that future you planned with me, try giving me a call; it’s the same damn number I’ve always had." He places your drink down and gets up to leave, but you catch him by his wrist. "Didn’t you ask if I wanted to go back to your place?" giving him doe eyes while your fingers danced their way up his muscles. He leans down so he’s face-to-face with you. "Gotta finish patrol; don’t worry, babe; promise, as soon as I’m off the clock, I’ll take you there." He gives you a smug smile, turning back around to leave. You call out to him once more before he makes it through the door.

"Katsuki!" He stills but doesn’t turn. "I’m here for two weeks."

"Better be ready; I’ll make it worth your while."

With that, he went.

Tags: @sofilsword @the-dumpster-fire-of-life

#bakugo katsuki #bakugou katsuki #bakugou x reader #mha #bnha #fem reader #bakugo x y/n #bnha bakugo katsuki #katsuki x you #katsuki bakugo x reader #katsuki bakugou x reader #bakugou fluff #bakugo fluff #bakugou angst #bakugo angst

[huexuri]

⊹ what are we? (fem!reader x gyu)

NSFW, MDNI!

warnings: fem!reader, college au, crying (not dacryphilia), slight body worshipping, size kink mentions, bsf!beomgyu

note: gyu looks so fucking good in the photos above i'm so wet (i'm menstruating.) and also i was gonna end this as fluff but why stop there when u can have so much more right

you finally arrive to your same old eyesore of a college building, drained and exhausted which was very painfully obvious by the way your eyebags were heavier than usual and the way you didn't even bother to make your hair like you usually did — just slapping on a claw clip like a hair tie and your hair is falling apart each step you take. your shirt is crumpled because you didn't bother to iron it, and your heavy ass bag is barely staying on your shoulder as you have to readjust it every 5 seconds.

you really didn't want to come today, but you don't have a choice. your legs hurt and your eyelids are uneven and you're sighing the entire way to your hostel. you being in horrible shape, swearing to yourself that if someone asked you if you were okay, you'd burst into tears and start having a breakdown in the middle of your lecture. and your best friend beomgyu noticed this, being the only one watching you as you walk through the hallways lazily.

finally settling all the mess that followed you this morning, you head to the bathroom to try to look presentable. putting your hair in an actual ponytail and curling your lashes while smothering on some of your lip balm, you finally collect yourself and head out, just to bump into another student, standing at the end of the hallway seemingly waiting for someone.

"oh my god- ugh! i'm really so sorry, today has just been a rough one, i'm so blur right now—" you mutter out frantically, accidentally knocking the little strawberry protein bar off their hand and onto the floor.

"girl!! it's okay, it's me! it's gyu, don't worry oh my gosh.." beomgyu giggled slightly at your anxiousness and picked up the protein bar. brushing the dust off of the plastic packaging, he hands it to you.

you take some time to regain yourself — you're about to cry because of how bad your day is starting, but realizing that it's beomgyu that you bumped into after seeing static, you finally let out a sigh of relief.

"oh.... um what's this gyu??" you take the protein bar from him. it's your favourite strawberry protein bar that you always stole from beomgyu because you didn't know where he got it.

"it's for you, i know how much you liked it so i bought a separate bar for you. you seemed really tired so i thought that it'd help a bit." your friend said casually, patting your shoulder as reassurance.

"i'm not tired!" you said frustratedly, "just... today's not going well, i—"

"i can see right through you, i know you're not okay. just eat it, and i'll see you in class. okay?" he pecks at your forehead so casually as if he does it on a daily basis. this was the first time he'd ever done that, and you can't lie, butterflies swarmed in your churning stomach.

beomgyu starts to walk away as you stare at him in disbelief for a good 5 seconds, before shouting a weak "stop!.." his way, and his head turns right at you.

running to him while stuffing the bar into your pocket of your sweatpants, you hug him so tightly, the warmth of his body and the plush of his hoodie feeling like silk on your skin.

when he bends down to return the hug, your head in the crook of his neck, you finally break down onto him, beads of salty tears staining his hoodie.

"i'm so sorry, i don't even know why i'm c-crying." you mutter, even more muffled when you speak into the cloth but he still understood you.

"hey, hey, shh.. it's gonna be okay. what about we hang out later, or like.. i bring you shopping, or... do you need water? what do you need? it'll be okay, please don't cr—"

"i need you.." you reply hastily, sniffling, and arms wrapped around him tighter than before.

"after the lesson, okay? okay pretty? don't cry, you're so strong." beomgyu replies, his big hands patting the small of your back. he always called you pretty as a supportive friendly "go girl!" way, but it felt so different when he reassured you, it felt so genuine. it made you feel prettier than he'd usually do. you felt like his pretty girl.

pulling apart from his embrace, you nod and sniffle, your nose and eyes red as he cups your face and wipes your tears away with his thumb, sweetly caressing your face.

the both of you finally calm down and you walk to class together. you don't know how to see him now, is he still your friend or are you both more than that? maybe he was just being affectionate because he's a supportive friend, but what kind of friend would—

snapping out of your thoughts as you both arrive to your seats, gyu being seated next to you. he admires you as you munch on the protein bar he gave you, even breaking off a piece for him.

your lecturer is talking but all you can think about is his arm around your chair, lightly fidgeting with the sleeve of your shirt. your head is rested comfortably on his shoulder and you're really trying your best to take notes. but it's hard when you both are so close like this, it's like another side of him has revealed to you the moment you started sobbing. you're not complaining. it feels great to have someone like him as a.... friend?

classes finally ended, and the both of you meet up again, planning to go to a shopping mall to cheer you up. you already did feel better after he hugged you, but beomgyu kept insisting he'd bring you out to eat all the bingsu you want, and that it'd be on him. how can you ever decline that?

the both of you had the best day at the shopping mall, and the both of you even took little polaroid photos together.

hopping in his car, preparing to return to the both of your designated hostels, there's the sound of the car engine revving and the both of you sigh after what seemed to be .. sort of a date.

but there was still an aching question that never faded from the back of your head that you'd ought to ask him since this morning.

"what are we?"

you hadn't realized you just said it out loud. when he replies you, you slightly shiver.

"wanna find out?" he replies to you as he started to drive.

"..."

there was a silence for a few minutes. it wasn't awkward, but rather as if he gave you time to ponder.

"can i kiss you?" you blurted out, breaking the silence.

beomgyu swerved and parked at a remote place. it was dark outside and the city lights are miles away.

"what are you waiting for?" beomgyu looked at you with expectancy in his glistening brown eyes.

looking around hesitantly, hoping that nobody would see you guys, beomgyu lifts your chin with his soft hands, waiting for an answer.

"i-i don't know," you muttered.

"then go on, kiss me, pretty girl." beomgyu smiled at you with reassurance.

you closed your eyes as he pulled you close. his cold lips met yours and one of your palm cups his cheek as the other grip on his fluffy hair. your noses touch and beomgyu sighs as he sinks into you, now torso on top of yours, the both of you decide to take it to the backseat.

not breaking the kiss in this entire 20 seconds as your tongues play fight with each other, your mouth taking his lips in, his teeth gliding onto your lips. you sloppily let go of the kiss as a string of saliva connects your lips with his. you're both catching breaths and panting slowly, gazing at each other with awe.

"what are we now?" you say, almost in a whisper.

"is this not enough to answer your question?" beomgyu says while wiping his mouth.

"i don't think so.." you coo, and a pretty grin replaces beomgyu's tireless expression.

running your fingers down his torso and trailing little kisses down his clothed pecs, getting closer and closer to his bud, you look up at him, eyeing him with consent and he nods.

you lift his shirt up to reveal his toned body that he always hid under his baggy shirts. you praise his body with your love and finally, you lay a tongue on his bud. hands on his chest as his shirt's folds rest on the top of your head. you draw little circles with your tongue around his bare nipple and he sighs at that, his back arching away from the car seat for a bit before laying on the car seat again, head thrown back after looking at the lovely sight from above.

you do the same to his other nipple, painting it wet with your spit before letting go and slowly making your way down to his waistband, getting dangerously close to his erection that grew the more you came closer.

beomgyu strokes your hair and tucks your face framing piece behind your ear, with hope that you'll quickly help his aching boner already..

tracing his v-line with your soft fingers and tugging at his waistband before gazing up at his pretty features, waiting for permission.

beomgyu eagerly nods his head, eyes glossy with plead.

"please, go on.." he whispers impatiently, his cock already seeming to want to burst out of his pants.

"okay, okay." you giggle softly and unzip his pants, pulling it and bunching it up towards you, only to be met with the sight of his throbbing cock, the only barrier between you and him being the thin polyester of his boxers.

he's bigger than you expected. it felt odd that you'd be thinking about your best friend's cock now that it's in front of you. once you struggle to pull down his boxers, immediately his cock springs out and slightly hits his own stomach. now, with much ease you continue to pull down his boxers and... well, you're not even sure if you can take him whole.

with a final knowing look at him, beomgyu gives you the green light as he adjusts his position to rest his back.

he gasps as you take him in your mouth, the feeling of your warmth enveloping his shaft is exhilarating to him.

"s-shit,... that feels so..." beomgyu murmured, his eyebrows in a slight frown. his eyes lustrous, looking at your pretty face as you sink down on him.

he loses himself in the pleasure,, moaning softly and thrusting upward into each stroke of your mouth. he gently fists at your hair — eyes fluttering shut as his mouth grows agape, whimpers escaping him now and then.

you on the other hand; you're hollowing your cheeks so you can take him as much as you can, despite his almost unnatural size and girth. the beads of precum that slide effortlessly down your throat each time you lower your head onto him and his slit taps the back of your throat.

"d-does it feel good?" you mumble, with him still in your mouth.

"fuck yes it does, i..." beomgyu's eyes roll backwards when you basically swallow his cock. "you're so good at this, h-how.. oh my— holy shit,"

you start to increase your pace at his words, bubbles of spit collecting at the back of your throat, coating the entirety of his quivering tip, slightly gagging on it.

"oh my fucking god."

beomgyu's whispers send you to heaven on earth. his pretty shaking voice is like candy for your ears. the sight of his sweaty hair falling in front of his eyes, his lips drying up because it'd been slightly parted for so long. finally licking his lips and bucking his hips up into you, you can feel his pelvis stutter, and you know he's going to squirt into your mouth, so you prepare — positioning yourself to sink onto him before he—

"fuck, cummin', a-aah—"

hot cum spurts down your throat and with ease, you take it all. his hips buck up to pump it all out of him and his grip on your hair loosens.

you finally let go of his cock along with the breath you'd been holding for god knows how long. stretching his boxers over his cock and then his pants, you crawl onto him with one final kiss so he'd taste himself off of you.

"today wasn't a bad day after all hm?" beomgyu smiled, his hand rubbing your upper back as if to release the tension from your previous position.

"not anymore, now that i can confirm that we're more than just best friends." you return the smile gently.

"yeah, we're best best friends!" beomgyu teased.

"gyu!! oh my god, you little rat..."

#xuri writes #txt smut #beomgyu smut #beomgyu hard thoughts #beomgyu hard hours #beomgyu scenarios #beomgyu x reader #txt hard hours #txt hard thoughts

[ravixen]

svt + not choosing their team

➔ reaction || not requested || staff!au || leader line

➔ warnings: none || 574 words ➔ words: fluff, gose staff!y/n ; happy monday! i'm sure people noticed that i post at a different time than usual :) still monday, but at midnight est instead of the afternoon. i find that it just works better for my queue. this post is inspired by the wonwoo gose dinner, when all the staff chose different colored ties! i like doing platonic!staff interactions, too, but this is self indulgent. in fact, since i can't write a whole thing right now, this is 100% for my personal satisfaction. if you liked it, please reblog!

SEUNGCHEOL: the poutiest, and i don't say that lightly. he watches as the staff members drift into separate groups, and when he sees that you're clearly not in his, he crosses his arms and gets that determined look you know too well. it's the one with the fired up eyes and the set jaw and the rolled back shoulders and the shoulder-width stance. it doesn't bode well for the other teams—something that jeonghan notices, too, because he taps your boyfriend's lower back as a warning. seungcheol is the competitive type, even when the stakes are low. (his iconic line from seventeen vs going seventeen still rings true.) once we add in the fact that you're rooting for another team? he's going to try his best to make you regret it. he doesn't mean to be a sore loser, but it can definitely come off that way if he's not careful on camera. once he actually talks to you later, though, all of the bravado is gone. what's left is a sulky baby who leans his head on your shoulder, blinks his pretty eyes, and asks why you didn't believe in him.

SOONYOUNG: ok, maybe he's the poutiest. as soon as the staff members start moving, his bottom lip juts out and the complaints start, which is rare for him. his voice is petulant as he says the groups are uneven, there's a clear divide in staff preferences, people are going to regret not choosing him, etc. just reaching for anything he can complain about, but he's mostly drowned out by the overlapping audio as the louder members yell out advertisements for their teams. he's being so obvious about his dissatisfaction, it's cute. it doesn't escape you (or anyone else paying attention, for that matter) that as he circles the groups, he keeps hovering around yours—back to the camera, hands on his hips, pout pointed straight at you. he won't push too hard because you've cast your lot with someone else, and the games are starting soon anyway, but he comes to terms with it fast. i mean, yeah, he'll be super proud of himself if he won with you on his team, but imagine if you took a chance on him and he lost horribly? twice the reward, twice the punishment.

JIHOON: honestly, he wouldn't choose his team either. it's not that he has terribly bad luck; he just has a strange team. team comp diff, he'd say, ignoring the fact that he's lost the pirate barrel game in one shot before. still, when his eyes scan for you in the crowd and spot you in someone else's corner, he can't help feeling a little disappointed...like he's already let you down somehow? he gives a tiny nod of indifference, more to convince himself than anything else, but it's clearly a front while he internally debates: should he try his best to win for his team or should he try to get your team to win? he saw the way you lit up when the prizes were announced, and regardless of the circumstances, he always has a soft spot for getting you what you want. the members like teasing him about it, but he cares about your happiness and that's something he stays unabashed about. as if knowing what he was thinking, seungkwan gives a warning glare and mouths, don't throw the game. alright, maybe having good content ranks higher today.

#caratwritersclub #seventeen scenarios #seventeen fluff #svt fluff #seungcheol scenarios #s.coups scenarios #soonyoung scenarios #hoshi scenarios #jihoon scenarios #woozi scenarios #g: svt #m: seungcheol #m: soonyoung #m: jihoon #t: reaction #s: notrequested #ravixen

[elleloquently]

hello!!!! can i request a mini fic fluff ellie helps the reader with her swamped homeworks

| a/n : wrote this in my free time instead of.... you guessed it, doing homework. thank u for requesting <3 this is kinda short n sweet but i hope it will be enjoyed <3 this is dedicated to you anon, and everyone else who is absolutely overwhelmed w class

| c/w : self deprecating talk? kinda but not super serious. established relationship, ellie being a cute gf ): fluff central. kinda elle-coded 'cause reader cries

too soft for all of it - ellie williams

it took you a few seconds longer than usual to notice your phone ringing. you blinked heavily, tearing your eyes away from your bright laptop screen.

“hello?” you finally answered, stifling a yawn.

“babe, the fourth ring? you’re seriously giving me forth ring treatment?” ellie’s voice was a welcomed change in place of the lectures you had been listening to all day.

"sorry els," you muttered halfheartedly. you glanced at your planner, frowning. you had been working at this assignment for hours, at this rate you were behind schedule.

"what's wrong?" ellie asked, her voice softer.

"nothing," you sniffed. "just school. tired."

"are we still hanging out today?" ellie asked, eyebrows furrowed in concern. you hadn't texted her for a couple hours, ellie's first indication that something was wrong.

at her question, an irritating lump began to form at the back of your throat. you were supposed to hang out with your girlfriend today. you were also supposed to catch up on your assignments- it had been an extra busy week and you felt as though you were barely holding on. you had mapped out your week, organized which assignments you were going to complete on which day. however, some things were much harder than you had expected and your brain decided to feel blue this week instead of motivated.

not completing homework meant not seeing ellie, which was undoubtedly your final straw.

"i can't," you choked out, immediately drawing more concern from ellie. "i'm so busy ellie, and i've barely got anything done-"

"hey, it's okay," ellie soothed, automatically in girlfriend mode.

"it's NOT," you groaned, causing ellie to grimace. she felt bad listening to you on the phone, not being able to handle the sound of your voice breaking. "i haven't even started my essay yet, and i have three exams to study for, THREE ellie williams, three!"

ellie held back a laugh, clearing her throat before responding. "i know babe, i'm really sorry. is there anything i can do?"

you shook your head despite being on the phone. ellie heard rustling as you switched your phone to your opposite ear, turning your attention back to your laptop. "i can't do this anymore," you mumbled.

"yes you can, you're gonna get through it," ellie murmured, listening carefully to your uneven breathing.

"i have to drop out of school," you told ellie, rubbing your eye and trying to force the tears away.

"no," ellie disagreed. she felt bad, knowing how much you were struggling. the pain in your voice was enough to make ellie want to do anything and everything for you, but she couldn't help but smile at the dramatics.

"yes," you hiccuped. "i have to drop out of school, and m'gonna be a failure forever. my family will probably hate me and... and my eyes are gonna be fuzzy forever because i have too much homework and i can't, i can't look at my laptop anymore and my head always hurts," you cried, feeling pathetically small at how quickly your eyes welled up.

"whoa," ellie tried to keep her voice even, it was a horrible time to even let out a small chuckle. "i'm really sorry babe, it's gonna b-"

"and my stomach hurts because the dining hall food sucks, i just wanna take a hot bath so bad... everybody needs to leave me alone," you complained, trying to speak normally through the tears. "except for you," you added weakly.

"phew, glad i made the cut," ellie sighed in pretend relief, something that would normally be a quick way to make you giggle.

"ellie," you whined, pouting at your laptop screen.

"i know. how about you pack your stuff?" ellie suggested, already standing to retrieve her wallet and keys.

"weren't you listening? i can't hang out, i have to-"

"quit school and have fuzzy eyes? i hear you," ellie acknowledged. "but how about you come do those things at my apartment?"

your heartbeat quickened at ellie's offer, but you felt too defeated to take it seriously. "i can't," you cried, and ellie quickly turned up the volume on her phone. you were sniffing and your voice sounded muffled.

you rested your head on your desk, gently pushing your laptop away from you.

"you wanna stay at your dorm?" ellie questioned, already knowing the answer.

"no," you sobbed, and ellie winced.

"pack your stuff then, okay? you can come and have a nice bath, and i'll help you with everything, yeah? does that sound good?" ellie coaxed, already leaving from her front door.

"okay," you agreed meekly, standing up from your desk and looking helplessly around your room. "thank you ellie," you mumbled, wiping your tear stained cheeks roughly with your sleeve.

"don't thank me, just get ready, alright? i'll be there soon."

with promises to drive safe, you quickly began throwing everything you needed to bring into a bag. your eyes felt heavy with sleep as you packed and waited, but ellie kept her word and arrived for you as quickly as she could.

you met her at the front door of your building, bag slung carelessly over your shoulder.

with swollen lips and puffy eyes from crying, ellie’s heart lurched at the first sight of you.

"i'll trade you," ellie said in a greeting, automatically taking your bag from you and presenting you with your favorite order from a cafe down the street. you gasped in surprise, eyes welling up with tears.

"ellie," you uttered, looking to her in awe.

"what?" she asked nonchalantly, taking your free hand. "anything for my favorite girl," she told you. you trudged along to ellie's car, gasping when she opened the door for you to reveal a bundle of flowers waiting in the passenger seat.

at first you were silent, but ellie's proud smile quickly disappeared from her face when you finally choked out a sob.

"what?" she panicked, glancing wide eyed from the flowers to your face. "what's wrong?"

you stared at her, tears once again slipping down your checks. "this is so sweet." your chin wobbled as you spoke, and ellie squeezed your hand.

"it's not supposed to make you cry!" ellie rushed. "it's supposed to make you stop crying." she was partly concerned, partly amused as she watched your face contort with emotion.

"it's jus' sweet," you hiccuped, blinking slowly.

"you're sweet," ellie praised, coaxing you into the car. "c'mon, let's get you back so you can rest before you crash, we don't need you to be a crybaby and grumpy," she teased.

"hey," you frowned, sniffing the flowers that you held in your lap.

"hey," ellie repeated. "i'll help you, you're gonna be just fine."

“you’re gonna make me cry again,” you warned, sensitive but holding back a smile.

“uh oh,” ellie grimaced. “let’s get you outta here, waterworks.”

“ellie!” you exclaimed, finally breaking out into a grin.

ellie swelled with pride once you finally smiled, a feeling that carried her through the evening while she helped you get through everything you were stressed about.

by the end of the night, you were feeling much better, especially considering how the day had started.

#ellie williams x reader #ellie williams x female reader #ellie williams x you #ellie tlou x reader #ellie williams college au

[leviathans-watching]

hi! i've seen someone do this with aot characters and it seemed pretty fun,, so how about the brothers (and maybe dateables?) and their icks?? like mammon once tried being a soundcloud rapper, or asmo who laughs at inside jokes that he isn't involved in, or like diavolo, who seems like the type to clap when the plane lands unironically, he's also the only one doing it

how they gave you the ick

includes: the brothers x gn!reader (no pronouns mentioned)

wc: .5k | rated t | m.list

a/n: lmao this was so fun to write, i hope you enjoy, my inbox is open to chat, request, or leave feedback so come say hi!!

please reblog <33

➳ lucifer does the dad thing where he stands in the living room, watching the tv, then insists he’s not watching. it’s gotten to the point where you don’t even ask him if he wants to sit down, knowing he’s only going to say no. he also always has a lot to say about whatever is on, and for someone who claims he doesn’t care, he sure does keep up with the plot pretty well.

➳mammon went through a phase where he thought he was going to make it big on soundcloud then get an actual label to sign him. that, of course, didn’t happen, and instead, he just looked like an idiot trying super hard to promote (honestly bad) music. he even went as far as to make merch, and now it sits in boxes in the basement, ready to be pulled out whenever someone wants to embarrass him.

➳ levi tried to become a film bro youtuber once, and though the production level was pretty high, the analysis often left something to be desired. he chose to focus on every little detail and was just seen as pedantic, then on top of that, fell into the cliche of rating movies like mad max, fight club, american psycho, etc. very highly and dismissing other movies that were probably better than those.

➳ satan went through a phase where he wanted desperately to be a drummer for a rock band or something except he couldn’t keep a beat to save his life. the others in the band were also pretty bad, but he was something else. he also thought he was really good and hot and cool, and had no respect for others’ time and would often practice late into the night when you were trying to sleep. beel had to physically restrain mammon from throwing the set out the window.

➳ asmo has such bad fomo it’s not even funny. he’ll laugh at jokes you know for sure he’s not part of, constantly involve himself in any and every conversation, and he’s got to be in the know all of the time. this means he just comes across as invasive and weird, too nosy for his own good, but whenever you try to bring these concerns up with him he just brushes them off, making it that much worse.

➳ beel went through a phase where he only wore socks with sandals, and often paired it with a fanny pack. he claimed he was being prepared, but when you asked him what for, he had no answer. he started wearing ‘funny’ socks and trying to show them off and it was so bad that he actually got sock tan lines during the summer that didn’t fade until it was almost spring again.

➳ belphie decided to cut his own bangs once, going against everyone who told him not to, and what do you know, it turned out horribly. he was stuck with uneven, jagged, ugly ass bangs for weeks because he also refused to admit they looked bad and tried to wear them with stubborn pride. like with mammon’s merch, evidence exists in various photographs and albums, ready to be pulled out when needed.

leviathans-watching's work - please don't copy, repost, or claim as your own

#obey me #obey me game #obey me shall we date #shall we date obey me #lucifer obey me #mammon obey me #levi obey me #satan obey me #asmo obey me #beel obey me #belphie obey me #lucifer x you #mammon x you #levi x you #satan x you #asmo x you #beel x you #belphie x you #lucifer x reader #mammon x reader #amso x reader #belphie x reader #anon ask #answered asks #leviswriting #leviswriting-obeyme #obey me funny

[aesopsharpmybeloved]

Tess' Sharpuary - 16. Blush

Aesop's two colleagues and oldest friends engage in their favourite activity - poking fun at the poor potions master.

chapter specific tags: friendship, teasingy established relationship, innuendos

relationships: aesop sharp & dinah hecat & abraham ronen, aesop sharp x reader

16. Blush (1.6k)

tw: suggestive themes suggested suggestively

The potions master sat down to eat his breakfast in the Great Hall. He had himself a very lovely weekend indeed, filled with romantic and erotic adventures with one very special seventh-year Ravenclaw. He had the amazing privilege to introduce her to the world of physical intimacy, and he felt fairly confident he did a good job at it, considering their mutual feeling of utmost exhaustion and contentedness by the time they disapparated from Wales back to the village of Hogsmeade. Their state of gratification was so strong in fact, they dared holding hands on their way back to the castle when they were certain nobody could see the two of them. There wasn't really anyone to see them, seeing as they entered the castle in the middle of supper time at the Great Hall.

The young woman followed him straight to his rooms, where they shared dinner brought to them by the Hogwarts house elves, and had the chance to try how Aesop’s bed compared to the one in his ‘aunt’s’ summer house. She slipped away under the Disillusionment charm in the morning, leaving Aesop with her sweet scent lingering upon his sheets and pillows. He couldn’t wait for her to finish Hogwarts frankly, couldn’t wait to be able to wake up next to her every morning, share breakfast on their own terms, and only then part for the day. Though this part will forever be done most reluctantly, Aesop supposed.

Still, as he walked into the Great Hall for breakfast that morning, he had to admit his spirits were higher than they were in a long time. Even his leg didn’t hurt as bad - he barely felt any pain in fact, and he only did when he was walking. Sitting or lying down, it felt almost as if he was never cursed at all. It was very strange, it hadn’t felt this painless since… Well, since before that horrible day at the end of January, so many years ago…

Shaking off his thoughts for the time being, he reached before himself to take hold of a toast, and actually whistled as he slowly spread orange marmalade over it. “Ah, there you are! Didn't notice you come back yesterday,” came Dinah’s voice from beside him as the DADA professor slid down into the chair next to his, her voice uncomfortably smug “though I suppose I wouldn’t have, you must’ve slipped into your chambers immediately, completely exhausted from all the physical strain.”

Aesop swallowed his bite, his eyes looking off into the distance unwilling to connect with those of his friend: “What exactly do you mean, Di?” “Why, you two spent the better part of almost three days walking around the woods, and I know how uneven surfaces can be a problem for you,” she explained inconspicuously, reaching out to add some scrambled eggs and grilled tomatoes into her plate. “Did you use protection?” she asked then, and Aesop very nearly choked on his food.

“What?!” he whisper-shouted, eyes wild. Still he wouldn’t look at the woman next to him, instead becoming very very interested in the wall opposite of him, his hand nearly crushing his toast. He knew that was she to look in his eyes, she’d know instantly. “I mean, I’ve never been particularly interested in Herbology, but I remember some of the plants you were meant to get are quite poisonous and require the use of gloves. Though, as I see no skin irritation, I suppose the question sort of answers itself, doesn’t it?”

Aesop didn’t grace her with an answer, and instead tried to eat what remained of his breakfast as fast as possible, feeling flush begin to enter his cheeks. Dinah seemed to be happily enjoying her food for several minutes, unconsciously tapping her fork against one of the tomatoes on her plate while her eyes skimmed through the Daily prophet, until: “How’s your back?”

“How would my back be?” Aesop replied, voice dull and quiet. He tried to make a plan to get out of the situation, but a part of him knew that not engaging Dinah in conversation was as good as coming clean that this ‘herb-picking expedition’, as his sweetheart called it, was so much more than that... “Well, I do hope you were a gentleman and let her have the bed. And you know how your back gets when you don’t sleep somewhere comfortable,” her voice was the essence of absolute innocence. More blood poured into Aesop’s cheeks as he attempted to answer as calmly and normally as he could: “My back is completely fine, thank you for your concern.”

It seemed the DADA teacher was all done with her innuendos for the time being, and Aesop finally heaved a sigh of relief.

“Oh, you’re back my friend!” Aesop tensed instantly. Abraham and Dinah’s favourite activity was poking fun at him whenever they could (all in good fun, of course), and it certainly felt like the older man appearing like he did to engage him in such a jovial sounding conversation was not a coincidence… That is, Abraham was always very jovial, but Aesop’s was already so strung up from Dinah’s previous words, he couldn’t help feeling suspicious.

“So, how did the deflowering go?”

Aesop almost suffocated on his breakfast for the second time. As soon as the tea was safely on its way to his stomach rather than his lungs, he turned to the Charms professor swiftly: “What the fuck, Abraham?!”

The older man looked taken aback by the little outburst, but didn’t lose the friendly look on his face: “Well, you spent the weekend collecting all sorts of magical flowers and herbs, didn’t you? Though, I do admit, the term might have sounded slightly misleading, and I apologise for that. Of course there wouldn’t be any other kind of deflowering going on, would there?”

“Precisely!” the potions master said rather loudly, accidentally attracting the attention of some of his other colleagues. He cleared his throat, and lowered his voice once more: “Listen, I don’t care what the two of you are playing at, but I’d be very grateful if you let me eat my breakfast and go prepare for my classes today in peace.”

After a couple of completely unapologetic apologies, Aesop felt stable enough to return to his meal. If he wasn’t as hungry as he was after the passionate night, not to mention unwilling to look like he was fleeing from the two, he would’ve risen and left long ago…

“So, did you show her the road to heaven?” Dinah asked then.

Aesop’s cup shattered in his hold. Luckily he had just finished drinking his tea, so there was no liquid left to spill onto his robes. The sound of the ceramic breaking wasn’t loud enough to attract the attention of his fellow teachers again, but his two closest friends definitely raised their eyebrows at his reaction.

Not that Aesop saw them - no, he was looking down at his empty plate, feeling his face turning impossibly hot, and knowing he was red as a salamander. “I of course meant the trail towards the waterfalls near one of the mines, you always called it ‘the road to heaven’,” Dinah clarified, watching for his reaction. The potions master gave none, but simply rose from his chair and walked off without a word. Rather swiftly too, but without breaking into a full run. The DADA teacher couldn’t stop the chuckles from leaving her lips as Aesop Sharp left the Great Hall.

“Did we overdo it?” asked Abraham then, sounding mildly concerned. His colleague merely shrugged her shoulders: “Serves him right for thinking he’s so slick. It’s been more than three months, if he just manned up finally and told us, I’d leave him alone… Well, I would not, but I’d tone it down a little. Besides, he'll live. Since when does a former Auror let some teasing rile him up this much; he’ll simply drag his young eagle into his chambers, and she’ll rid him of all frustrations, I’m sure.”

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Aesop Sharp sat in his office, face still red in embarrassment. What was going on with him? Normally, he was able to take all of his friends’ teasing on the chin and reply in kind, but this morning it was impossible to do. Why? Was it because they were right in their insinuations? Because while it truly was just innocent teasing on their part, for Aesop it was very much real? Or did they actually know? He sighed, and put his head into his hands.

A knock came upon his door, prompting him to groan. Class was not due for another 30 minutes at least! “Enter,” he said anyway, not lifting his head up. The door opened. “Aesop?” came the sweetest voice in the world, and the potions master immediately raised his head to look at the woman standing on the threshold of his office. “Is everything alright?” She sounded terribly worried. Aesop couldn’t help but smile at her, her concern touching him. “It’s alright, I promise. I didn’t see you at breakfast?” he said quietly, extending his hands towards her, and she instantly took them. He pulled her closer, now noticing she was carrying a piece of parchment in her hand.

“I was a little late, had a long night…” her eyes twinkled happily with a hint of mischief, “I was just on my way to Herbology, when professor Hecat asked me to go give this to you.” The potions master swallowed audibly, but nevertheless took the letter from her hand. He braced himself mentally before unrolling it. Next thing he knew, he was smiling at the words that stood against the white parchment.

“Good news?” his young lover asked hopefully, her fingers stroking his shoulders. Aesop’s hands reached her waist, and he pulled the Ravenclaw in for a kiss, the letter ending up somewhere on his desk.

Only a few simple words were written on it.

‘We’re happy for both of you. - D & A’

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[graveyard-party666]

Blood & Wine

Red and other colors.

I don't know if we could call it "Chapter 1" but I'm certainly planning on making it a part of the small (or not) series called "Blood & Wine"

P. S. Highly advise you all to check out the song by Schmalgauzen - Кров і Вино (Blood & Wine) which basically inspired me to write this.

P. P. S. Big thanks too @cloudofbutterflies92 and @chloekistune for giving me bravery to post this. Love you❤

The day started wrong. Like, really wrong. First, she couldn't find her morning sedatives; then she was searching through the house to find her favorite high heels, the ones she believed always brought her luck. A psychologist with OCD, the irony strikes again.

It's as if life gave "all the bad things" carte blanche to make the woman feel horrible in every way. Her body hurts from the position she was sleeping in, her tea is now cold - it can't wait for her, while she is searching for her favorite footwear.

Miss Unlucky knows not to keep testing her own limits. Choosing to get a taxi was the right choice because Kate Laswell is already trying to get to the psychologist through the messages.

Somehow, Laswell thought that it would be a good idea not to wait for the psychologist near the entrance to the military base but to wait inside, discussing something with the Captain whom the girl knows as Captain John Price. Okay, she's a big girl, she'll find a way through the base, probably.

Getting there was a challenge; no one in their right mind would let a civilian car inside the military base, that was understandable, so the psychologist walked in her high heels on the uneven pavement, feeling more than stupid.

The base was dimly lit, no people inside right now, which gave eerie energy. No sound was heard except the psychologist's red-soled high heels clicking on the base's floor. The more steps she takes, the less she wants to be here; the less she wants to be here, the more she wants to just turn around and pretend like she never even thought about coming inside this base.

The empty corridors of the military building slowly made the woman start panicking. There was no one she could ask for directions towards Captain Price's office.

The girl stood still, thinking. This whole situation gives off too much headache for no reason. In her peripheral vision, the woman saw movement. In the dimly lit corridor, it turns out that, to her happiness or horror (she had not yet decided), the girl was not alone. Her heart began to pound with surprise, and she froze in place, stunned by this meeting. She sees a huge buff guy in full tactical gear wearing a skull mask and balaclava coming out of the shadow. The soldier didn't say a word, just stared at her with his motionless brown eyes through his skull mask, studying her, his eyes stopped on her ginger hair for a second then moved on, looking at her attire, so different from military clothing he used to seeing every day. That was probably the famous Ghost, Laswell mentioned.

'Well... I think I could give my high heels a running test,' the woman thought, staring at the soldier.

The man moved slowly, almost making no sound which was impressive considering his size. The psychologist tensed but trusted Laswell's words: all men of Task Force 141 are reasonable. As the soldier approached, most likely noticing the hints of confusion and curiosity on the girl’s face, he spoke in a deep, calm voice that possessed a British accent.

"You are heading to Captain Price?"

The psychologist nodded, calming down. "Yes, sir. I'm here by Kate Laswell's request."

The soldier only nodded, but then suddenly his eyes, that she could barely see under the mask, fell on something behind her. "If you want to greet the new addition, you should just come and do so, MacTavish. Do not eavesdrop."

The psychologist turned on her heels to look at whoever was scolded by Ghost.

"Oh, come on, LT. Ye know I was not eavesdropping! Lassie's got a nice accent." From the shadows, another figure came out. It was a young and handsome soldier, his blue eyes shined brightly under the dim light. Woman barely stopped herself from giggling when she saw the mohawk on his head. Is he ten or something?

"Price has called in the briefing. This lady is needed to be escorted there too," Ghost wasn't very talkative, that's fine by her. Less explaining to do.

"Oh, didn't know they would send such a bonnie lass to us. I'm John MacTavish, callsign Soap." his Scottish accent is nice to the ear.

"Nice to meet you. I know your names, though. Laswell gave me a short briefing before today's meeting," psychologist shrugged her shoulders, feeling like that revelation made Ghost tens up.

"Then why don't we know your name?" British soldier asked.

"Because it was part of the deal."

The meeting with Price went smoothly; he's a responsible Captain. The woman got introduced to another member of the Task Force 141 who goes by callsign Gaz. He's reserved, and from what she could gather, looks up to the Captain. Who wouldn't, though?

Laswell, bless her soul, was short about the psychologist's personal information. And there is nothing the new interrogation expert values more than people who can keep to their word.

Captain Price, who turned out to be responsible and serious man also showed his more humorous side, finding this whole 'nameless expert' situation quite amusing.

"Well, it wouldn't be right calling you Jane Doe, would it?" He asked, rhetorically. "I used to call her Thirteen," Laswell's voice rang through Price's office. "Ah, like the unlucky number!" Scottish accent rang behind the psychologist, his voice has that teasing side in it.

The girl feels like she isn't even supposed to be here. Feels like when parents-teachers meeting is happening and she is just a schoolgirl that supposed to be home, doing her thing.

"Poor lassie, the unlucky number..." Soap keeps nagging the girl as if trying to get something from her.

She is an anxious person; when people talk over her, as if she is not there... It makes her blood boil.

"The only unlucky number here is the number that your hairdresser did on you." The girl spits out. And only when the room becomes quiet the realization comes to her.... Scottish sergeant was trying to rile her up, to see how far he could go. And she... she fell for the provocation. Unprofessionally so.

The room is quiet for a few moments, till she hears MacTavish's soft chuckle. The psychologist looked around slightly, noticing the amused reactions of her soon-to-be coworkers. "I like this one," Gaz's whisper was heard.

"That one is gonna be called Red," Ghost finally spoke up, looking through his skull face mask, straight at the embarrassed woman who just showed her teeth to the elite team, as if trying to read her soul and mind.

'What the hell did I get myself into?' Is the only thought Red has now. And would probably have from now on too.

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[andromeda-nova-writing]

Your Help is so Sugary Sweet

Thoma x Fem!Reader

Summary:   Y/N has never been the best at baking now or ever. But when your very adorable baby cousin asks you to bake cookies, welp time to go to the kitchen. Even though the first round was a struggle it can’t be too bad, especially with some newly acquired help.

Words: 2,135

AN: Thank you @milkstore for the confidence boost while I was writing this fic. Also for confirming that this was as funny as I thought it was and for catching an error I had. You are the best!

“Thank you so much for showing up so last minute.” Y/N rushed Thoma inside her home. “My baby cousin signed me up to bring sugar cookies for his class’s bake sale. I told him it was okay. I mean it's just sugar cookies, right? It can't be that hard. Ugh, I’m such a fool.”

“Calm down. I’m sure what you made isn't that bad.” He placed down a few grocery bags on a dining table nearby. 

“If you don’t think it's that bad why do you have all of that?” Y/N motioned towards the bags he had brought. “Even then it just smells like burnt flour in here. How am I ever gonna get that smell out of my home?"

Thoma pulled a candle out of one of the bags he brought. "Well, Ayaka and I tried candle-making last week. You could try lighting this if the smell bothers you so much." He handed the candle over. It was in a Mason jar with a wick pre-cut down ready to be lit. The wax was placed in uneven layers of reds and blues swirling together to create a few shades of purple. 

Y/N took the candle. The label was homemade as well. Sticker paper with a marker telling the scent was vanilla blueberry. There were drawn-out silver sparkles with a pen that had been slightly rubbed off from being touched too early. "I love it. How could I ever light this?"

"We're supposed to try again next week with Ayato. There will be more so just light it before I do it for you. I remember where you put your lighter still."

"There's no way you do." She looked back up at his face trying to read if there was any sign that he was bluffing.

"In the second drawer on the left near your fridge pushed all the way to the back because you'd rather use wax melts than a candle most days." 

Frustrated yet impressed, Y/N threw a kitchen towel that was lying on the table before going to light the candle to hopefully shut up Thoma's laughter at knowing her all too well.

Thoma followed behind heading into the kitchen only to be met with the sight of burned sugar cookies and ingredients used up on the counter. It was his own personal nightmare. Dishes were stacked high in the sink. Flour and sugar covered the floor except for the gaps where someone had walked. On the counter where the cookies were rolled out, there were spots where dough stuck to the counter from not enough flour being placed down. There was a bowl that contained the yolks from eggs for some ungodly reason. 

"I was wrong to have faith in you," was all he could say as he processed what he was witnessing.

Y/N turned around, lighter in hand. “Thoma!” She whined.

“You have a bowl of egg yolk on the counter. How else am I supposed to react? It's like a tornado came through here.”

“I thought the cookies would look less yellow. If there’s white cake and yellow cake, doesn't that mean there should be white and yellow sugar cookies?” It was a genuine question with a train of thought that ran off the rails off a cliff into the ocean in the middle of a hurricane.

“The yolk is an important ingredient for the cookies.” He rubbed his forehead with flashes of some of the horrible things that Ayato had come up with maybe the same train of logic. “What else did you do?”

“I may have used half the recommended amount of sugar. You know so the kids that eat them don’t get a sugar high. It's more healthy for them anyway. That way they can snack on the cookies and they would still be tasty since there would still be sugar anyway. Why is it when I say this aloud I just know I’m in trouble?”

“Cause you’re evil. A villain!”

"A villain?"

"Yes, a villain. Don't you know when baking, that the recipe is the law." 

"Aren't baking and cooking the same thing? If you can throw spices around as you please when cooking, why can't you when baking?" Y/N lit the candle and placed it on top of the counter before placing the lighter down next to it. Poor candle trying its best to cover the burnt flour smell.

"Baking is more of an exact science. And even then you shouldn't throw spices around while cooking. You'll put something in that shouldn't be there. You are doing it out of not knowing better, Ayato does it out of curiosity, and Ayato’s ideas rubbed off on Ayaka. It's a miracle how the three of you made it this far."

"I'm genuinely trying to get better though.” She explained. “Doesn't that count for something? The only reason my baby cousin signed me up to help him out was cause that one time you helped me babysit him we all baked brownies together. The memory really stuck for him. I just didn't want to let him down."

Thoma sighed. "Go start washing the dishes. I'll start cleaning up in here and then we can start baking."

Y/N perked up. "So you aren't upset with me?"

"I knew what I was signing myself up for. Even then I'm just glad you didn't burn your kitchen down yet."

"I wouldn't go that far. I know how to put out a kitchen fire. I've done it before." Y/N spoke with way too much pride for someone who just admitted to actually almost burning down a kitchen.

"Please start the dishes before I get a headache." He couldn’t be that mad anyway but was still very worried about the lack of general baking knowledge.

Y/N laughed before following her savior's wishes.

-

“Even though the recipe says two and three-fourths of flour we are putting a little less in so when we roll out the dough the cookies won't have too much flour on them and fall apart on us,” Thoma explained as he measured out the dry ingredients before setting them aside in a bowl. “And we are doubling the batch so that means there should be five and a half cups of flour.”

“So you can adjust the recipe!” Y/N stood nearby watching tasked with the vital job of not touching anything and paying attention to hopefully learn what were her many mistakes. 

“Yes, I can adjust the recipe. You have to know what you are doing before you do whatever you want. If the batter is too wet, we add more flour. If the batter is too dry then you can add milk or eggs. But you add very little until you reach the correct consistency.”

“And when we add the dry ingredients to the wet ingredients, mix it in slowly.”

“I remembered that part. It’s so easy.”

“You want to do it?”

“Yes. It’s the least I can do.” Y/N took over happily, finally having a real task again, ready for redemption.

“While you work on that, I’ll prep the cookie sheets and the counter for when the dough is ready.” 

"Then we can cut them out to bake?"

"Yes. It's the easiest part. You should be able to do it by yourself while I make the frosting."

"You should wait to make the frosting. When I rolled out the dough before I couldn't get it thin enough without it falling apart and then it was uneven too."

"I'll give you a pass on that one. Learning the best way to roll out the dough can be tricky."

“So I’m not a lost cause.” Y/N teased

“I never said that.”

"But you were thinking about it."

"If I was, I wouldn't have given you the dough to mix. Are you finished with it yet?"

"Yes. Show me how it's done please." She brought the bowl over to where Thoma had cleared off the counter.

Thoma grabbed a clean measuring cup, dipped it into the bag, and took out the flour before sprinkling it over the counter. He rolled up his sleeves before hands with flour reaching in the bowl to grab the cookie dough and splitting it up in twos and then in twos again. 

He took one part of the dough placing it on the center of where he had flour on the counter. "There's some rolling pins that have bands you can place on them. You just place the height you want on them and don't even have to think."

"My rolling pin is just wood and didn't come with those. How does that help me?" 

"If your cousin wants you to make cookies again and I'm not around to help."

Y/N stuck her tongue out at him. "Just teach me already you meanie."

He continued trying to make his point. "If you don't get that rolling pin you should get a heavier one, this one is too light."

"Wouldn’t that just smash that dough down and be harder to move?"

"We want the dough to get smashed evenly but a heavier rolling pin isn't that hard to move around. The weight makes it easier to do the pulls and pushes more evenly since you aren't personally putting so much pressure on the dough."

"Ohhhh so I was pressing too hard into the dough."

He nodded his head. "You also need to turn the dough as you work so that when you are rolling it the pressure is placed around evenly."

"Yeah, I definitely wasn’t doing that."

"Then if you want to check to make sure it's the right size you should kneel down so you're at eye level with the counter. If you work it slowly and check every so often you should have no problem. Other than that, I think that’s all the advice I can give you.”

“So demonstration time then I get to try again?”

“That was the plan but like I said, your rolling pin is really light. It’s going to be hard to learn on this so I’ll do it for you this time if that’s alright?”

“Yeah, that’s fine. I think I'd rather watch to see if I even understand first anyway."

Thoma took some more flour covering the rolling pin before getting to work, easily demonstrating his own advice. Roll the dough out, turn the dough, and repeat. It was so mundane yet surprisingly hypnotic. Odd. 

It wasn’t normally a task that Y/N found herself distracted by. It had to be the sight of the dough becoming wider and thinner that she must have been enchanted. That couldn't be it though as her eyes kept drifting towards Thoma's arms. Even more odd.

Yes, Thoma was an attractive guy but it’s Thoma. That was her friend. He’s a sweetheart and a goof. His arms looked amazing as he worked on the cookies but this was the same guy who had made countless sweaters for Taromaru. Then again that might be a plus. Maybe Y/N was just overthinking things. Instead of thinking of how nice it would be to be held by those arms, it would be better to think back on when Thoma had tried the Kamisatos’ latest hotpot creations and how he remained on the floor for 30 minutes after consuming it.

Actually no. She had been late to that dinner and should have been there earlier to stop him. For someone so helpful and important in their lives, they could at least help him out every now and then and not put him through things like that. Even though he laughs through it and says it’s fine, isn’t better to see him smiling like he was doing now.

His smile was so warm and comforting, filled with so much love for those around him. With everything he was doing right now, it wasn’t hard to admire him. Which led her back to staring at his arms. It’s just from a sense of admiration, so it must be alright to do.

Thoma’s hand began to snap in front of her face. “You there? Left space yet?”

She blinked stumbling back a bit. “I’m here. I’m here!”

“I asked if you could get the cookie cutters three times now. What were you even thinking about?” He question. The rolling pin had been placed on the side of the counter.

“Uh, It was nothing. I just zoned out. That’s all.” She moved quickly out of the way heading to the drying rack to to grab what he had asked for. 

Thoma frowned. He didn’t like being lied to but he didn’t want to push for an answer. Especially for something that over all wasn’t too important. “I’ll let you cut these out while I start the frosting. I’ll roll out the next batch once you’re done.”

“Thanks. I appreciate it.”

#Gensin Thoma #Thoma #thoma x reader #genshin impact #Genshin impact x reader #So happy to finally post for him #just hoping i did him justice

[demosuo]

The Snow Melted (Giyuu Tomioka x Reader)

pt: 1 | 2 | 3 | 4

Word count: 5.6k

You could see the house in the distance and were very close to passing out. The journey back was a lot more tiring than you thought it would’ve been.

How much sleep did you end up getting during the trial? You haven’t had much to eat or drink either.

Your injuries and aching legs did not help either. You held on to your walking stick, which you grabbed from the ground at some point, trying to push through the snow-covered floor. The sun had set, it was dark and cold, the only source of light being the full moon.

“Fuyuhito… I’m here.” You were way too far for him to even have a chance of hearing you, but by some miracle, you listened to the familiar muffled sound of the door opening. He looked around, moving his lantern to get a better view outside.

His eyes landed on you and the state you were in. He placed the lantern on the ground before sprinting forward. Your vision was starting to get blurry, your body doesn’t seem like it could walk a straight line. You were going to pass out.

“(Y/N)!” His voice reached your ears, a smile seeping onto your lips before your eyes closed. You felt yourself fall but not onto the ground, more in the arms of your master. “You look horrible.”

He scanned your body, looking at all the blood-soaked bandages and gauze. He carefully picked you up, quickly rushing you back into the house, where he could tend to your wounds and warm you up. Sometimes he wished he wasn’t always in the snow.

As the few days flew by, he would make sure to clean your wounds and re-wrap them in a cleaner bandage. He would let you get the much-needed sleep your body craved, only waking you up to feed you and have small banter before watching you go back to sleep.

Another day came back and the former snow hashira was on his way to your room. He carried a tray of food to your room, careful not to spill any of the liquids. He set the tray down, knocking on your door, letting you know that he was here before entering. He furrowed his brows at your disorientated state.

You were sat up, slouched over staring into space. The few lanterns scattered around the room light up your face; you’ve been crying. Your breathing was uneven, hiccuping every so often. Your hair looked messy and tangled as if you’d been running your hands through it and pulling at it. The look in your eyes looked absent, almost as if you were staring through the floor.

“You okay?” He hurried over to your side, placing the tray of food to the side.

“I’m going to rub your back, are you comfortable with that?”

You gave him a nod, relaxing your body as you felt the gentle up-and-down motion pressing against you. He waited for you to calm down, he could hear your breathing slowly becoming rhythmic.

Did you have a bad dream? Did something happen during the final selection exam? Were you having flashes of your parents? Maybe you were missing someone? Were you falling into a depressive state? How could he help you?

He tapped your back to get your attention, wanting you to look at him. He didn’t want to speak up to avoid you getting startled and having another wave of emotions hit you.

“Do you want to talk about it? I’ll always listen to what you have to say.” His voice was hushed, and worry pooled in his eyes as he saw your blank stare. He felt like you saw through him like he wasn’t there. There was no glint, no sparkle, no life whatsoever in your eyes.

“I… I made a friend? I’m not sure, but I met these two guys before the exam started.” He knew where this was going, he knows the feeling all too well.

“I encountered them near the end and we were fighting this really big demon and we… They…” Fresh burning tears started to run down your face, a choked sob escaped from your lips.

“Shh… You’re okay.” He made himself comfortable next to you, keeping his hand rubbing your back. “What happened next?”

“One of them got hurt bad and the other…” You buried your head in your hands, feeling yourself starting to hyperventilate, “We both watched his head get crushed. That… That demon just tossed his dead body away like he was rubbish!” He moved his hand to your shoulder and pulled you into a side hug. You pulled your knees up, resting your head on them as you moved your hand up to grab at your hair.

Images and voices kept flashing in your mind; how injured Giyuu looked when you arrived at the scene, the taunting words of the hand demon, the giant hand wrapped around Sabito’s head, and the sound of his skull crushing.

He grabbed your hand, whispering out a quiet “don’t” as he eased your hand away from your scalp, doing the same with your other hand. He moved your hand to your side, watching you cross your arms around your legs.

“What were their names?” He asked, trying to move away from the topic of the unfortunate event.

“Giyuu Tomioka and Sabito, they’re really strong water breathers,” Your grip around your legs tightens, “Sabito was the one that died…”

The two of you stayed like that for a while, him rubbing the side of your arm while you cried to your heart's content. The man would grab your hands any time they would move up to do anything to harm you. The room felt darker, even when all the lanterns were still brightly lit.

“Do you want to see Tomioka again?” He whispered, his hand still rubbing your back.

“What do you mean?” You peered over at him confused. He saw how bloodshot red your eyes were, the way parts of your hair stuck to your face because of your tears. His heart wrenched at the sight; the last time he saw your tearful face was when he was training you with your father.

“I know the person who’s training him, we’re good friends. I can organise something with him to meet up. Although it will be a training session, I can’t let you get rusty now, can I?” He tried to humour you, hoping to brighten the room a bit. You rolled your eyes at him, turning your full body to face him.

“Please, I want to see Tomioka again. I need to make sure he’s okay.” There was that life in your eye again. He was going to do everything he can to keep that light in your eyes. You deserve only the best.

“Alright, I’ll write him a letter to organise something. But my dear snowflake, please do not neglect your own well-being. You’re equally as important as him.” He ruffled your hair before turning to your tray of food that has long gone cold. “I’m going to heat your food again, do you want to come with me or stay here?”

“Can I come with you?”

“Of course, you can.”

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Urokodaki was having similar issues, his student refused to leave his room. He would eat, drink water, train and then go back to lying in his bed. His heart wrenched for the boy, as much as he wanted to help, he had to wait for Giyuu to open up to him first. His home has never felt so quiet.

The older man went outside, hearing the familiar caw flying in his direction. He held his forearm out to the crow, waiting for it to perch on him. He grabbed the letter attached around its leg before heading back inside, bringing the crow with him to a table. He began to read the contents of the letter, furrowing his brows in confliction.

Dear Sakonji, I hope this letter finds you well.

It has come to my attention that our students have met during the exam and have potentially befriended one another. I would like to offer a training session for them to meet once again. They fought alongside each other during the final selection, and my student is quite worried about him. Please respond to my letter when you get the chance.

I hope you stay healthy,

Fuyuhito Touwa

Urokodaki sat there, re-reading the message over and over again. He couldn’t think of anything going wrong other than it being awkward for Giyuu. He began to write a letter back, agreeing to the offer. He can only hope that Fuyuhito’s student was able to cheer Giyuu up, one way or another.

He can only hope. He missed the noise in his home.

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The former snow Hashira grinned as he read the letter, quickly rushing towards your room to tell you the good news. He knocked on your door, waiting for your answer before going in.

“We’re going to make a trip to Mount Sagiri tomorrow morning, you better get some rest before then!” Sometimes you wondered if the man was really in his early 40s. You looked up from your bed, staring at him as if he was a wild animal. “Now, what’s with that face, I thought you would be excited?”

“How do you have so much energy? It’s so late.”

“Maybe you’re just getting old.”

“... And that’s coming from you?”

“I- Hey!”

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The next morning came, and you and the former snow Hashira began your journey to Mount Sagiri when the sun started rising above the horizon.

He led the way with a quick pace, wanting to make it before the sunset, even if you did have the entire day to walk to the next mountain. He expects you to keep up with him, with no complaints.

The two of you would start banter, sometimes bickering over nothing before going back to having playful banter.

Fuyuhito would tell you stories of his Hashira days, some about the weird or interesting demons he had to kill, and some about the dumb stuff he and the other former hashira’s got up to.

“Sakonji and I tried to pull this prank on Shinjuro-”

“You guys did not.”

“We did, I had to beg Sakonji to go along with it.”

The duo made a straight journey to the mountain, only to take a break for lunch. Food is important! God knows how long the two have been walking for but by the time the two of you arrived at the destination, the sun was quickly disappearing along the horizon.

“Sakonji!” The former Hashira called out, knocking loudly on his door. The door opened to reveal a slightly shorter man wearing a cloud-patterned kimono and a red tengu mask.

“It’s nice to see you again, Fuyuhito. You must be (Y/N), he’s told me quite a bit about you. Please address me as Urokodaki.” He gave you a low bow out of respect, you doing the same for the older man. The former water Hashira made his way out of the house, sliding the door closed behind him. “Let’s talk first.”

He led the way to a shaded place near a waterfall. The two older men caught up with one another, Fuyuhito doing most of the talking while trying to include both of you in the conversation. You tried to make yourself seem professional, nervous to make a wrong move around the stranger.

The trio sat down, you were finally able to give your feet a rest after, quite literally, walking for the entire day. The sound of the waterfall puts you at ease, just hearing the water rushing and the cool mist that would wash over you every now and then. You took the chance to catch your breath, taking in multiple deep breaths, inhaling the scent of the surroundings and letting it back out.  

“Can I ask you something, (Y/N)?” You snapped your head towards the voice. You straightened yourself up and nodded at the tengu-masked man.

“Would you be able to tell me what happened during the final selection? I heard you were there with Giyuu.” His voice was stable yet you could hear the worry in his words. You pressed your lips together, you were expecting the question to pop up, but you weren’t prepared to answer it. Should you?

“I’m sorry, Master Urokodaki, but I feel it’s better if you heard it from Tomioka himself rather than from me. I only bumped into him and Sabito during the last night of the exam.” You gave him an apologetic look, he understood nonetheless. It was worth a shot, if anything, he respected you for how you answered.

“I apologise for asking such a personal question, I’m quite worried about him. The last time I saw him like this was when I found him passed out in the mountains when he was younger.” The older man stopped at that, giving enough yet not enough context. You couldn’t even imagine how bad things were for him before Urokodaki took him in. Fuyuhito seemed to have understood what he was hinting at though.

“I’ll try and have a chat with him when I can but I can’t make any promises.”

“Please don’t stress about it too much. He’ll open up when he’s ready to,” Even with the red mask covering his face, you could feel how his expression softens. He did care for him as if he was his family, “I’ll go grab him now, I’m sure he’ll be happy to see you.”  He got up and left, leaving you with Fuyuhito.

“Are you nervous to see Tomioka again?”

“A little, but I feel like things will be okay.” You were very nervous and to Fuyuhito, it was very obvious. You fiddled with the end of your sleeves, tugging and twisting at the fabric. Just as the older man was about to say a few words of comfort, a pair of footsteps were heard approaching them.

“Giyuu, your footsteps are quite loud.”

“Sorry.”

You snapped your head in the direction of the voices, keeping your eyes set on the water breather. His hair was messy and he was wearing two haori’s on top of one another. Emotions started to overwhelm you, it’s only been close to a week since you’ve last seen Giyuu.

He plagued your mind with worry. Was he eating? Sleeping well? Was he training himself to the brink of passing out? Was he looking after himself? God, maybe you’ve been worrying about him more than you should’ve.

Giyuu’s footsteps faltered upon seeing you sitting near the waterfall. You were really here? He froze, what if you’re here to berate him for not acting quickly enough? But you stuck by his side until the end of the night and held him, you wouldn’t do that. But what if you’re here just to tell him how angry or upset you were with him? Master Urokodaki would never let that happen. But… What if, what if, but what if…

“You’re thinking too loudly,” A hushed voice cut through his thoughts. He stared at his master, trying his best to keep a calm composure. “They’re here to see you, nothing more or less. (Y/N) has been worried.”

“Tomioka…” Your whisper reached his ears. He felt a sense of warmth bubble inside him. His hands started to feel clammy, his breath became uneven. He watched as the older man next to you placed his hand on your back, seemingly giving you a light push while saying something to you.

And with that, you bolted towards him. Something came over him. As you got closer, he held his arms out, slowly lifting them up. You practically leapt at him, your arms wrapped tightly around his neck as your body collided. He stumbled backwards, almost falling over from the impact. His arms immediately wrapped around your waist, his hold was equally as tight, his hand gripping the back of your haori.

This felt right.

Your breathing was heavy from the sudden burst of energy that ran through you. With another tight squeeze, you lifted your head up to look at him. Your hands cupped his cheek, bringing his face close to yours. His breath hitched, and his eyes widened from the close proximity.

“What-”

“How have you been holding up?” You began. You titled his head to the side, trying to look at his face to find any signs of illness. His face started to feel warm in your hands. “Are you down with something? You said you would look after yourself.”

He moved his head away from your hands, burying his head into the crook of your neck. His heart felt like it was about to burst out of his chest, he was nervous. Just nervous. That was it, he was… Nervous?

Everything was happening so quickly, he couldn’t keep up. Emotions were hitting him one after another yet he felt so warm. Your arms went back around his neck, holding him until you felt him letting go.

The two older men stood to the side, one was simply happy seeing the scene play out in front of him while the other was about to rip you away from the other student like an overprotective father. Nonetheless, he was happy.

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You tossed and turned in your futon. No matter how hard you tried, you could not get yourself to sleep for the life of you. You felt so tired before, what happened? With one last attempt, you closed your eyes to try and get some decent sleep. You felt restless, you felt worried, and your thoughts started to pour in one by one, eventually filling your mind to the brim.

As Fuyuhito mentioned, you and Giyuu got into a spar to test each other’s abilities. Giyuu was holding back during the spar, there was clearly something on his mind. Even during dinner, he was distracted. He needed small reminders that there was nothing in his bowl as he was zoned out.

A sigh escaped your lips as you propped yourself up by your arms, trying to mentally tell your body to stand. With two feet finally planted on the ground, you slipped out of your room, making your way to Giyuu’s, hoping that he was also awake at this time of night.

“Tomioka? Are you awake?” Your voice was hushed, as you knocked on his door. You waited around for a minute, hoping that he would answer or at least slide open his door.

Alas, the door quietly opened, showing a sleep-deprived man.

“You look terrible, have you not been sleeping?” You gently moved your hands up to cup his face once again, tilting his head at different angles to get a better look at the bags under his eyes. You had noticed them before but you never realised how dark they really were.

“I… I can’t sleep…” He murmured. As much as he wanted to remain in your hands, he moved his head away from your hands before stepping to the side of his door, letting you enter his room. He slid his door closed before moving to grab one of the lanterns littered around his room. The only source of light was the white moon shining through the window before a dim, warm orange coloured the room. “Is there something you need?”

“I couldn’t sleep either. We haven’t had a chance to talk one-on-one yet. You’ve been on my mind ever since the exam, Tomioka. I’ve… Been worried about you.” You made yourself comfortable on his bed, watching him join you. You noticed the red haori was on his bed, along with the green and yellow haori that Sabito once wore besides his pillow. He grabbed them both and kept them close to his sides as if they would be taken away if they weren’t within arm's reach of him. Oh, this poor, poor guy.

“You’re… Worried about me?” Something inside him felt warm after hearing your concerns for him. Master Urokodaki did say that you were worried but hearing you say it from your own mouth, made him feel different. He didn’t understand it but he didn’t want to acknowledge it either. But it felt so foreign to him, were you really worried? Or were you trying to get something out of him by being nice?

“Of course I am, Master Urokodaki has been really worried about you too,” You leaned your body over, trying to get a glimpse of his face. His long black hair covered his face, and the light of the lantern created shadows on him. “I want to help you, but only when you’re ready.”

You watched as his face contorted through different emotions. A look of hesitance, a look of conflict and then a look of resistance. His mouth opened, wanting to respond but nothing came out. You waited patiently for him to speak, not wanting to push him too much.

“I… I can’t stop thinking about what happened to Sabito…” He began, he gripped onto both of the haori’s, wrapping his arms around them as he kept them close to his chest. “If I hadn't gotten injured, I could’ve been faster and helped him. I could’ve saved him. I don’t deserve to be a demon slayer, I’m useless.” His voice was low and quiet, it sounded so void of any emotion yet you could catch a glimpse of pain.

“That’s not true, Tomioka,” You cooed at him. “I’m going to rub your back, is that okay with you?” He nodded.

For some reason he was bracing himself for a harsh impact, only to be met with a gentle hand stroking his back with delicacy and care.

“You can keep talking if you want, I’m not going anywhere. You’re also more than welcome to kick me out of your room, I won’t take any offence to it, promise.” There was that warm feeling again.

All the thoughts that plagued his mind, the endless nightmares, the loud voices in his head, the scene of his best friend dying repeatedly playing whenever he closed his eyes. He told you everything. Why? He couldn’t give you a straight answer if you were to ask him, but there was something to you. He felt… Safe.

He would stop talking every so often to see your reaction. What if he was just being dramatic? Or overreacting? Maybe it was all just in his head. But the second you spoke your reassurance, all those ‘what if’s’ would slither back to the corner of his mind.

You would give him small words of encouragement to keep talking, you didn't push him, reminding him that he didn’t have to tell you everything if he wasn’t ready. The cycle would continue; he would spill everything he was feeling, frequently stopping as he would start overthinking only for you to give him the reassurance he needed. Tears started falling the more he kept venting; everything he had bottled up finally shattered in pieces.

“I’m here, I’m listening, I promise.”

“Are you holding up okay? Do you want to talk about something else or take a break?”

“You’re doing really well, I’m glad you trust me enough to tell me this.”

He bunched up the coats in his arm, trying to form a bundle that felt better to hold. You glanced down at the haori’s often before an idea popped into your head. The two of you have been sitting in comfortable silence for a little bit now, who knows how long the two of you have been talking? His breath was still heavy but it became rhythmic, indicating that he was calming down. You tapped his back, making him look over at you.

“You’re allowed to say no to this idea, but do you want to sew those two haori’s together?” He looked down at the bundle of cloth, seeming hesitant about the idea. “We’d be able to make two of them when we cut them in half so you’re not wearing the same one every single day. You won't be apart from them for long either if you had two.” You moved your hand up to his shoulder, giving it a small squeeze. “Again, you can say no to this idea.”

Wearing both haori’s at the same time made it hard to move in, but he didn’t feel comfortable wearing one and not the other. He tore his eyes away from the coats, locking eyes with you.

“Could we do that?”

“Of course! Do you have a sewing kit somewhere? Or even just a needle and some thread?” Taking both coats with him, he walked over to the table in his room. Grabbing a small wooden back, he shuffled his way back to you.

You sat in the middle of the bed, patting the space in front of you for him to sit and put all the items down. He stood by the side of the bed, staring intently at the spot next to you. The two just stared at each other until it clicked for you. You moved to the side of the bed, patting the spot next to you this time. He placed everything in front of you before making himself comfortable by your side. Opening up the wooden box, you saw a couple of small, thin needles and rolls of thread along with some scissors. Perfect.

You handed him the fabric scissors before grabbing the green and yellow haori, laying it completely flat on the soft surface. You were hoping that the line from the squares would make things easier to cut a straight line. He looked at you confused, not sure of what to do.

“I want you to cut down the middle, I’ll hold it down so it’ll hopefully be easier,” You gripped the top and the bottom of the coat, showing him where to cut. He held the scissors open, hovering them near the fabric. “Whenever you’re ready.”

Snip snip snip

He made careful cuts up the fabric, following the lines provided by the squares to make a straight cut. When he made the final snip, he let out a breath he didn’t know he was holding in. You separated the fabric, flipping one over onto the other to see how equal they were.

“You actually did a really good job.” You said with shock. You had faith in the man but you weren’t expecting him to do this well! You placed one of the halves to the side before grabbing the red haori. You lined up the half haori on top of the red one, trying to make sure it was sitting just right. “Now you can use this to cut the red one.” The process repeated once more. He carefully made small but precise cuts into the fabric as you held it down tightly. When he was done, he looked at the four bits of fabric that lay across his bed.

“Do you know how to sew?” You asked, watching him shake his head. “I’ll start one off for you to show you how it’s done and then I’ll work on the other one. Is that okay with you?”

“Yes.” He hadn’t spoken much, his actions expressed enough for you to know the answer. Still, the sound of his voice made your heart beat just that little bit faster than before. You started off the stitch, explaining how to continue and how to finish off the stitch at the end. You handed him the needle and the pair of fabric, watching him attempt his first stitch. “Like this?”

“Yeah! Make sure you pull it tight but not too tight or else the thread will snap.” You kept observing him, watching him make a couple more stitches before feeling confident enough to look away and start on the other pair. It was silent between the two of you but it wasn’t uncomfortable. Both were too concentrated to bother with starting small talk.

“Thank you…” A small mumble broke the silence. You looked at him, noticing how he had turned his head away from you so you wouldn’t see his face. The urge to hold him was very strong but you must resist.

“What for?” He looked down at the haori in his head, trying to focus back on the needle and thread. You got the hint; letting out a quiet chuckle before doing the same. Were his cheeks always a little red?

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God knows what the time is currently and how long the two of you have been sitting around sewing, but you were finally done. You tighten the knot at the end, being confident that it won’t fall apart after one wash. You stuck the needle back in the spool, hoping that it won’t come out and be lost in the sheets. Holding the fabric up, you tried to look for any inconsistent patterns or gaps within the stitch.

“Are you done?”

“Yeah! Are you done too?” You turned to look at his progress, noticing how he was almost done. After one final close-up look at the haori in your hand, you scooched closer to the man. You placed one hand behind him for leverage as you leaned over his shoulder. “Woah, you’re doing so good!”

“Are you sure?”

“Absolutely.”

You stayed like that, watching him finish off the haori with a final couple of stitches. You turned to stare at him. You noticed how uneven his bangs were, yet how perfectly they framed his face. The way his face had a few blemishes and tiny scars, unnoticeable unless you took a closer look at them. He copied your actions from before, taking a close look to find any flaws within his stitches. He also held it close to you just so you could help him look.

You didn’t say anything, were you not happy with how he did? He thought he did a good job? You’re judging him. You must be if you’re not saying anything.

“Oh, sorry. I didn’t mean to ignore you, did you say something?” You brushed his hair to the side, tucking it behind his ear. The grip he had on the fabric tightened. He wasn’t uncomfortable, the touch was foreign but he didn’t hate it. Not a single bit.

“How… How does it look?” You reluctantly moved your eyes away from him to inspect his needlework.

“Woah, are you sure you haven’t sewn before? Not even fixing up a tear in your clothes?”

“Master Urokodaki would always do it for me and I would watch.” He whispered. You grabbed the haori you worked on and handed it to him, a small smile crawling onto your lips.

“Go ahead and try it on.” He put down the one he held in his lap before grabbing yours. You gave him some space so you could put his arms through the sleeves. He pulled the fabric tightly, wrapping it around his body. A sense of comfort washed over him as he stared at the mismatched fabric. “It suits you.” You chuckled, watching him admire the fabric.

The two sat in comfortable silence once more, with rustles of fabric swaying around. He held the second pair close to his chest, now he won’t be away from either one. 

Fatigue finally caught up to the black-haired man. It was like a blanket covered him as he felt himself starting to doze off. The restless nights where he stayed up burying himself with the voices in his head finally caught up to him.

You felt a small weight hit your shoulder. Glancing over at him, you found him sound asleep. Carefully grabbing the haori, you folded it neatly, gently placing them at the foot of the bed.

Turning your body towards the man, you wrapped your arm around his shoulder, the other holding onto the back of his head to lay him down. Removing your hand, you moved it to brush the bit of hair covering his face. You have been so focused on his face for whatever reason, you couldn’t keep your eyes away from him.

So pretty…

A finger moved to caress the side of his face, there was something to him that made your heart bloom. He leaned in towards your touch, letting out an incoherent murmur.

Should you stay? Would he be okay if he woke up to you sleeping next to him? What if he woke up from a nightmare and you weren’t there to help calm him down? Do you leave? Maybe he’ll be okay after opening up to you about everything. You can always check up on him in the morning.

Letting out a sigh, you decided to stay but you were to sleep on the other side of the bed. You wiggled your other arm out from underneath him but before you could move to the edge of the bed, a hand curled around the ends of your sleeve.

“Stay..?” A voice just barely above a whisper spoke out. You held onto his hand, not feeling the tender smile that crept onto your lips.

“Of course, I’m not going anywhere.” Your tone of voice mimics his. You made yourself comfortable as you laid down close to him, as opposed to the edge of the bed. 

By the time your head hit the pillow, you were overcome with melatonin. You didn’t realise how badly your body wanted to rest and hopefully have a sleep-in. Your hand remained on Giyuu’s, your grip loosening as you drifted off into the darkness.

Hopefully, tonight would be the night when the nightmares would stay away. Even if it’s just for tonight.

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Idk if y'all could tell, but I am very obsessed with his face. He's so pretty orz

Reblogs and comments are appreciated! I would love to hear what people want to say about this ♡

#tomioka giyuu #giyuu tomioka #kny giyuu #giyuu tomioka x reader #tomioka giyuu x reader #demon slayer fanfic #demon slayer giyuu #kny fanfic

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WIP Wednesday: Part 3 Snippet

So, it's going to be awhile before Part 3 of Mara's memoir is anywhere near complete. She disappears from canon for a lot of the time period in question. She does, however, have a somewhat uneven presence in Children of the Jedi, particularly at the end where she has it confirmed once and for all that she was not the only Emperor's Hand (and she is particularly upset to find out who else held the title), helps rescue Luke from the Eye of Palpatine (and is introduced to Callista), and helps Han and Leia track down the smugglers that Irek Ismaren practiced his drug induced "brain twisting" on.

All in all, it's a lot of hits for Mara to take in a short period and I tend to refer to this section as "Mara Jade and the terrible, horrible, no good, very bad day" - all credit to Judith Viorst.

Here is an excerpt from that day, right after she finds yet another one of Irek's victims and it becomes a bit much:

“Mara?”

The voice was Leia’s, concerned. I could feel myself blink. It was as though I’d returned from somewhere else. Great, now I was blacking out.

She knelt next to me and laid a tentative hand on my shoulder. I fought the instinctive urge to shrug it off and race for the nearest exit.

“Did you know him?” she asked quietly.

I nodded. It was all I could manage at that moment. I realized I was still kneeling next to the stunned smuggler. His mask of unconsciousness was suddenly overlaid with the grinning middle aged rogue who regaled the cantina with his tall tales of getting foodstuffs past Imperial checkpoints, and then I could see how he’d looked in the moment before I’d shot him: skeletal, leathery skin pulled tight across his skull, rage and gnawing hunger on his face. He’d been a husk, hollowed out by Palpatine’s gleeful mind mangling.

No, not Palpatine. He was dead. It had been Irek Ismaren who had done this.

The images cycled again and I felt my stomach turn. I turned and heaved my last meal onto the ground.

“Let’s get you some water.”

Leia helped me to my feet and led me into a little side room. Suddenly there was a cup of water in front of my face. I reached out but my hands were shaking and my vision was blurring.

The next thing I knew, I was sitting down again and she was telling me to breathe.

This did not bode well for my mental stability.

“It’s okay, Mara. You’re with friends.”

My hands steadied and I took the water.

“Kriff, you sound like your brother sometimes,” I muttered.

She chuckled and sighed with obvious relief. 

“I’m not sure why. We didn’t grow up together.”

“Chalk one up for nature over nurture then I guess.” I answered, taking another sip of my water. My stomach seemed to be under control again. Embarrassment and shame were starting up though.

“Finding out we were family was one of very few bright spots in a great deal of darkness.”

I nodded. Skywalker always glowed a bit brighter when his sister was around.

Friends, right.

I clutched the cup in my hands almost tightly enough to leave an indent.

“That could have been me out there.”

Leia nodded.

“The reason it wasn’t… I don’t know...” I trailed off.

We were the same, those husks and I. I’d always thought I was different from the others. I’d thought that if I’d followed his orders closely enough, excelled enough, proven myself, I’d avoid the fate of his victims who were too slow or too evil or too stupid… or in the wrong place at the wrong time.

But we were all the same. We were all his pawns. No one of us better than the other.

“In many ways that was you.” Leia’s voice was quiet.

I felt myself swing around to meet her gaze and I felt her startle a bit at whatever she was seeing in my eyes.

“Sorry, I thought you’d appreciate the blunt honesty. I mean that Palpatine’s last command did make you a little mad for awhile there. We all watched you feel it and fight it. Your ability to not give in was pretty impressive. Maybe there’s something that can be done for these guys too.”

“Maybe,” I nodded quietly. I didn’t feel like getting into the fact that sometimes I figured the only thing that got rid of his voice was taking down a spare Skywalker. If that hadn’t happened, I’d probably still be haunted.

Oh Kriff that, I was still haunted. Everything about the first 20 odd years of my life floated around in my brain, ready to flare to life at any given moment and wreck things for me. Sometimes when the hits kept coming like they seemed to be today, I had trouble imagining they would ever stop. 

I nodded and took another sip of my water.

“Rough day.” I said.

Leia burst into laughter. She leaned back against the wall next to me and I realized that despite her regal bearing, she was pretty dishevelled looking. There were dirt stains and singing from poorly aimed blaster bolts on her dress. Hair was escaping her braids at every opportunity.

She had been drugged and chased through hanging gardens, rescued her brother from an exploding dreadnought, and scoured the tunnels that had held her captive for other victims,  and it wasn’t even dinner time.

I wasn’t the only one who was probably seeing awful things when I closed my eyes. 

And the laughter was infectious. Slowly I began to crack up as well.

It felt good to laugh. It felt strange to sit there and laugh with someone else who hurt too. 

#epic!bio #part 3 #mara jade apologist #mara jade #leia organa #Emperor's hand thoughts #Children of the Jedi #Irek Ismaren

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wired (part two)

Gemma x Programmer!Reader

For @deafeningsharkslimeempath

You and F1D0 stroll up to Gemma’s house with a little kick in your step.

Cady immediately runs out the door and jumps into your arms.

“Uncle Y/N!” She laughs as she clings to you. Gemma is right behind her with a little sad smile on her face.

“You brought a robot dog?” Gemma looks at you with a smirk.

“He’s house trained. Fido, puppy mode”

“Puppy mode activated.” The dog states before switching to a lively manner and running around the yard. Cady follows, enjoying time with the metallic dog.

“Puppy mode. Cute” Gemma taps you with her hip.

“I’ve seen cuter,” you flirt back.

“You better not say me” Gemma warns you. “Come on I want to show you something.”

Gemma leads you inside the house and right into the work garage. You pass by Bruce with a smile.

“So what did you want to show me?”

“Say hello to” she activates a few keys on her keyboard. “Megan”

A robot jumps up. Eyes blinking. Blonde hair bouncing. Slight Elizabeth Olsen type face and expression on its face.

“Hello there” a slightly robotic little girl voice answers “I’m Megan”

You’re a little taken back, it's cold, unfeeling eyes staring at you.

"You seem nervous" the robot says, "is everything alright?"

"Yep" you compose yourself. "sorry Megan I'm just not use to human robotics yet."

"That's alright!" the robot smiles, "i hope with time I can be best friends with you as well as your robot dog outside"

Gemma, despite her intial excitement, is a little taken back. How did this robot know about F1D0?

"I saw the dog in your security footage right now. Not exactly the image of a fluffy puppy" Megan giggles.

You were there for everything.

The moment M3GAN was introduced to your niece. You couldn’t help but notice a little growl escape your faithful robot dog.

You were in the lab when M3GAN was trying to look up the idea of death itself.

“Is death bad?” M3GAN asks you.

“I only know what my mom told me” you said a little gruffly. “Death itself isn’t bad if you’ve lived and loved a good life. But to take a life, that’s bad”

“Noted” was the only response from the android. “Will Cady die?”

“Eventually we all do” you sigh “but life is amazing and a lot can be done. It’s not about the amount of time, it’s about what we do with it”

She didn’t respond. She just sat there looking at an image on a nearby desk: Cady and her parents.

You were there the moment the neighbor’s dog attacked Cady and M3GAN. You had to restrain F1D0 from attacking and ripping that dog apart.

You and Gemma comforted Cady through the pain. M3GAN looked around confused and then back to the hole in the fence.

You eventually got Cady off to an uneven sleep. You walked into the kitchen to find Gemma with her face buried in her hands.

“I’m a horrible guardian” she whispers

“No you just have horrible neighbors” you rub her back reassuringly.

“I can’t be my sister. Cady needs her mother”

“Right now what she needs is you to be you and me to be her irresistible uncle”

Gemma laughs, “how I ever put up with you enough to get Bruce made I’ll never understand”

“We balance each other, Gem” you smile. “And I’ll always find a way to make you smile”

And then the dog disappeared. The police were there when you arrived. M3GAN would only stare out at the scene while keeping an eye on her person.

You began to look at M3GAN a little more suspiciously. It was just too coincidental.

But yet all you found yourself spending a good amount of more time with Gemma. Years apart felt like a mere blink of an eye.

You even went out on a few coffee dates with her when she became too focused on the future models of M3GAN.

“I need to work on this equation” she would whine as you pulled her towards the door.

“I’m pretty sure a good cup of Joe can help you solve anything” you smirked at her.

And then came the presentation day to David. He didn’t hesitate to approve the idea of mass producing the android.

“Does it cost less than a Tesla?” He asked. Gemma’s associates gave a nod. all you could do was roll your eyes.

“Something bothering you, master?” F1D0 inquires from your hotel room.

“I have a bad feeling about this” you answer back. “Too many coincidences”

“I will keep an eye on Megan” the dog answers back.

“Do not engage directly or allow wireless access with her” you issue the command.

“Command accepted” the robot answered.

You got back to your task, assembling a small taser gun like pistol. The sparks fly and shoot out as it powers up.

“An EMP pistol?” F1D0 asks, his ears perking in curiosity.

“Just a little back up plan bud. Can you hold on to it for me?” F1D0 opens up a compartment in his chest cavity.

You slide the pistol in and shut it. You could only hope that’s it’s a precaution you wouldn’t have to use.

“Am i a good dog?” F1D0’s red eyes look at you. His tail wags sadly.

“Yes you are.” You answered back.

To Be Continued…

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[maiko-san]

The Dark Network

sneak peak on the prologue

I woke up with sweat covering my entire body, my heart beats fast against my ribcage and my breathing is uneven.

'Another nightmare'

I run my fingers through my hair as I let out a frustrated sigh, it has been a week- wait no a month. I have the same dream over and over, but everytime I wake up. I couldn't remember what it was, everything was a blur.

But I know that dream has meaning, something bad is going to happen.

I get off the comfort of my bed and went to the kitchen, a cup of cold water could calm down my nerve. Once I got my drink, I stand near the window and see my reflection.

I look horrible. With bags under my eyes, my lips are chapped and my greying brown hair is unkept. I put away the empty glass and went to the bathroom to clean myself up.

After I'm done, I went outside to water my small garden. The flowers are blooming and showing their brightest colours for everyone to see, I couldn't help but smile. Gardening is one of my favourite hobbies.

"Good morning, Mr. Abel!" a voice said causing my to turn my attention to the gate, it was Henry. A young mail man that lives a few blocks away. With a smile plaster on his lips as he pulls out a letter from his bag.

"Good morning, Henry. Got a letter for me?" I questioned the young man.

"Yup! You got yourself a letter!" Henry chirps as he hands over the letter to me. I take it from his hand. "Thanks, Henry" I said as Henry tips his cap. "Your welcome!" he said before walking up to the next house to deliver a letter.

I turn my attention to the letter in my hand, I couldn't help but smile as soon I recognised the hand writing on the envelope.

It was from my niece, Charlie. I open the letter and reads it.

Dear Uncle Abel,

Hello, Uncle Abel! I hope you are doing well in your little cozy home! I'm doing fine if you're wondering! I just want to say..... I got my dream job! Yippe!

I can't wait to get started with my new job, wish me luck and by the way, take good care of yourself!

Your beloved niece, Charlie.

I shake my head as I let out a small chuckle, Charlie always the brightest person. I notice there is a photo, I take it out and smiles at the sight of my niece smiling for the camera.

For some reason, I feel a tingle in my chest and it was unsettling......but I ignored it.

Timeskip

A week has passed and my days went as normal. Currently, I am watching the TV. There's nothing much to do in the weekends, I could go out and went to the park.

As I was about to take a sip of my coffee, my phone rings. I check the number and it belongs to Annie, Charlie's mother.

I pick up the phone.

"Hello" I said.

"Abel, I need your help...." Annie's voice enters my ears, she sound distressed.

"What's wrong, Annie?" I questioned her. All I could hear was sobbing.

"It's Charlie...." she sobbed. My brows knitted together, "What happened?" I asked her but all I hear are crying. "I-I'll get to your house, alright" I said as I quickly grab my keys and drive my way towards her house that is 7miles away from here.

.

"She hasn't answered any of my calls for a week— I even tried messaging her— I-I asked her friends but they doesn't know where she is— Abel, please you got to help me" cried Annie as she hugs me tightly, I gently rub her back as I comfort her.

"Tell me, when the last time you contacted her?" I questioned her, Annie wipes away her tears. "A-at her workplace....I did tried contacting the HR but they never answered my calls" she explained.

"Where's the place she work at?" Annie look up to me, "Charlie d-didn't tell you?" she stuttered. "Tell me what?".

"She's working for C&A, Abel"

My heart drops at her statement.

That company supposed to be shut down 5 years ago! Why it is still running? I stand up from the couch and went to the door, I turn my head slightly.

"Abel....?"

"I will find her, Annie. Don't you worry" I said.

.

I finally arrive at the building and it's already night time.The place is the same as before and nothing has changed. This place doesn't have any security or whatsoever, everything looks abandoned.

"How did you manage to get a job here, Charlie..." I whispered, questioning how she gets a job at an abandoned place. I hop out of my truck and put on my satchel and bring out my flashlight.

I open the gate and make my way into the building, everything is dark. I turn on my flashlight to see an empty building, each footsteps I took leaves an echoe.

"Charlie?" I called out. Hoping that she reply.

I hear something scattering across the floor, I shine my flashlight towards the source and it was a rat, I turn away from it and resume my search. Calling out for Charlie for time to time.

I went through all the rooms that the building has but there's nothing, could it be they have a different building at a different location?

No, Annie gave me the exact address.....

There has to be something here, like...like a hidden door? A hidden office? Yes, that's the only thing I could think off.

As I continue my search, I noticed a shelf blocking something. I quickly make my way towards it and check what's behind it, I could make it out but I noticed there is a door behind it.

I push the shelf aside and it was a bright red door, it was just an emergency exit. I let out a frustrated sigh as I slowly turn away, it's just an exit door. As I take a step, I hear the door creaks open.

A bead of sweat rolls down my cheek as I slowly turn my head, behind the door I see a light source peeking through the small gap. I turn around and push the door open.

My eyes widen at the sight of a desk with an old computer and a headset.

My flashlight drops to the ground, "No, she didn't —" before I could even react. The door behind me slams shut as I takes a few steps away. The single light flickers on and off. Then, something strikes from the shadows and binds me down.

"Argh!" whatever holding me down was strong and I couldn't see due to the flickering light. I lift my head to see the computer screen glitching wildly before showing me a game screen title and before I knew it, I feel the headsets strap itself to my face by an invisible force.

The last thing I see was....darkness.

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[vivaamor]

panic attacks with robin

robin buckley x female reader

warnings: description of a panic attack, gf!robin

it had gotten bad again.

you thought the medication was supposed to make it better, you thought the panic attacks and the nightmares and the crippling anxiety would all cease to exist, but you were sadly mistaken.

not to get it confused, because they had stopped-- for a while. after the events of the upside down, after you guys almost lost max to vena, after eddie almost died, you began to experience this knot that would twist and turn in your gut. robin had told you it was anxiety, that she had dealt with it her whole life. she’d even given you some tips on how to help the sensation. sadly, there weren’t therapists that specialized in ptsd after you watch your friends get mauled by bats, yourself included. the pain subsided, your body no longer ached every time hot shower water sprayed your scars. but the ptsd was very real. the ptsd was why you no longer wore necklaces because it reminded you of the vines cutting off your airways, it was why you jumped at every loud noise, and it was why you always slept with a light on in your bedroom.

today was no different.

the day had gone normal, working at the family video with robin. she didn’t normally work thursdays, but it was dustin’s birthday and she picked up steve’s shift so he could take the curly headed boy to the arcade with eddie, now that his stitches were healed. 

you’d had a nightmare last night, envisioning the same picture that would interrupt your peaceful slumber whenever you had nightmares. a bat slicing steve open, robin gasping for air as her airway was tapered off, a sobbing dustin screaming into the walkie talkie, and a unconscious max being carried into an ambulance. it effected everyone in different ways but for you, it came in the form of nightmares. because of that, you’d been on edge all day. you jumped every time the bell over the door would ring when someone entered the store, or yelped if robin accidentally brushed past you.  

“you okay?” she’d asked you, raspy voice laced with concern, eyebrows raised. you’d only given her a hesitant nod and mumbled a “’gonna go put out the new releases,” before you scurried away from your girlfriend. 

it wasn’t until you’d walked into the back to find the new releases that it all came crashing down. it was simple, a silly thing to get all worked up over. you were so focused on getting away from robin as to not worry her, you hadn’t been watching where you were walking. you bumped into the shelf that held the new releases and they all fell to the floor with a loud clatter. 

all of a sudden, it was like the world went quiet, the only noise registering you ears being your thumping heart, ricocheting against the walls of your chest. it’s not long before your eyes well up with tears, pouring over your lash line and onto your rosy cheeks. “stop, stop it.” you mumble to yourself, bringing your shaking hands up to wipe away the tears. 

“babe! you’ll never believe what this guy up front just said to me-” robin walks into the room, stopping in her tracks once her eyes land on me. “what’s wrong?” her voice is so soft that it’s almost a whisper, her lips turned downward in a concerned pout. you shake your hand, waving your hands in front of your body. your breath is uneven and comes out in short sobs and pants. “okay, um, you’re having a panic attack.” you shake your head again. “yeah, you are. um, here. sit down.” she offers you her hand to help you down onto the floor and you take it, your face in your hands once you sit. “it’s okay, i’ve had them before. do you want to be touched or no?”

you shake your head for the third time as you begin to hyperventilate, your knees pulled to your chest. “okay, that’s okay,” she nods, bending down to take a seat on the floor in front of you. “um, alright, i- uh, steve- name all the things he does wrong. horrible employee, am i right?” you lift your head to look at her, narrowing your eyes. was now really the time to make fun of steve? “i’ll start. um, he flirts with every female customer i think we’ve ever had. he takes super long lunch breaks,” robin licks her lower lips, trying to think for more ways. “he tries to tell me what i’m doing wrong when he barely knows how to clock in,”

“he-” you start, another choked sob slipping past your lips in between breaths. robin’s patient with you as she waits for you to form a sentence. “he never cleans the bathroom.” 

robin grins proudly, pressing her hands over your knee. she watches how you respond. if you push her away, it’s not getting any better. if you allow it, she’s somehow helping. you relax a little under her touch and robin’s smile widens. “what else? oh, he’s so clumsy! how many times has he spilled coffee on the desk? tons.” once she’s run out of ideas on how to berate customers, she changes the subject. “worst customers. i’ll go first. freaking eddie. i mean, i love the guy to death but he hasn’t returned the exorcist in over a year! he has like two hundred dollars in late fees.”

your breathing starts to slow sightly, your hands still shaking. “d-dustin. he doesn’t even pay.” you mumble out, your hands running up and down your legs anxiously.

“i know!” she exclaims, laughing loudly. she scoots closer to you and raises her hand, brushing a few strands of stray hair behind your ear. “hi, pretty girl.” she smiles softly, holding your cheek in her hand. “we’re all safe, you know that right?” you nod, another tear sliding down your cheek, which she wipes away with your thumb. “i love you, babe.”

you gulp down the lump in your throat. “i love y-you, too... robin.” you take a deep breath, trying to focus on your girlfriend’s voice. she motions with her hand a come here motion and you obey, scooting over to her until you’re on her lap. she brings her hands around your back and pulls you in, allowing you to rest your forehead against her shoulder.

“deep breath in...” she demonstrates and you follow. “and out...” you exhale through your nose, your hands clinging onto her shirt, bunching the material in your fists. “better?” 

“better.” robin rocks you back and forth on her lap, her hand a comforting presence on your back. you close your eyes and the room stops spinning, your heart rate normalizes, and your hands still. 

you don’t know what you’d do without her.

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[futureseaempress]

It’s Beas nice ask day!

So my question for you: What is your craziest “truth is stranger than fiction” moment you have experienced in real life

oh me oh my i have like a billion moments like these...

i gotta say its tied between (okay going under the cut cause im a clown who must dance)

So on a dark and stormy night, my stoner roommate and I were trying to trace back why our dryer just wasn't getting clothes dry quickly. Only problem: our electrical is under our house in a crawl space and our house is situated on an UNEVEN hill. So you have to be mighty tiny to crawl into the right places.

Good news: I am small.

Bad news: I am horribly claustrophobic and cannot enter this spot without my brain SCREAMING that the house will collapse on me.

So we go under the house anyway calling up to our other roomies (beauties who are watching reality tv on the couch and laughing at us) to help us echo locate where we oughta be.

Bubba bumps his back on SOMETHING but we don't pay it any mind, he's okay and we can't get where we need to anyway. I give up and go shower to get the red clay and cobwebs off and he goes to idk smoke weed. BUT oh no

the water

it's no longer running

...

oh shit

what did we accidentally do???

i hop back into my clothes and my beat up nikes to go explore. We're turning knobs and levers we've never even seen before while our roomie calls to us updates from topside.

we're pacing the property

at a complete loss

then

just as we're about to go to a hotel for the night and call someone to get us water for the next day

i hit my head on SOMETHING under the house

i hear a loud WHOOOOOOOOOOOOSH

and my beautiful roommate shouting "WATER'S BACK"

same beautiful roommate

about two years prior

im heeming and hawing about how my only family in our city is a gay hair stylist who primarily works in the african american women's beauty industry... i've only met him twice, but he was really kind to me and im hoping that as the only gays we might bond. but it's also weird bc he robbed my grandma and pawned all my moms gold jewelry from the half a year they lived in Saudi Arabia. and also the only thing we have in common is growing up in a very small town in a different state and now living in a big city.

and im describing my neil patrick harris look alike of an uncle

and my roommate this look on her face

and she asks "have you ever seen chris rock's documentary Good Hair?" and i say "no of course i have not."

and she says "well i know you love Ice T i thought maybe" and i say "while i love him my knowledge is VERY lacking" and she takes a knee and swears to me that "as a black woman [she] must educate [me, her] white compatriot"

and the whole lead up in this documentary is all the contestants for this hair competition saying their biggest fear

and

every

single

one

man, woman, new to the game, old hat

are afraid of one man

.... Jason.

AND WHO IS JASON?? IF NOT MY GAY AS THE DAY IS LONG WHITE TWINK UNCLE. WHO WHEN I FIRST MET MY GRANDMOTHER FAILED TO MENTION HAD ANY RELATION TO US AND UPON THE SECOND MEETING (at said grandmothers funeral) MY MOM ASKED HO WI COULD POSSIBLY KNOW HIM. HE ONCE STOLE THE FAMILY GOLD FROM SAUDI ARABIA AND COULD HAVE BEEN ROBBED OF THIS ENTIRE EXPERIENCE AS HE WAS IN AN AIRPORT HEADING TO NEW YORK BUT HIS FLIGHT GOT DELAYED ON 9-11 AND HE USED TO HAVE A WIFE AND HAS A SON BY HER AND HE'S THE MOST INTERESTING MAN I HAVE EVER MET.

anyway these are my stories

DUN DUN

#asks #i love being a blabber mouth