#no pronouns used

[monpalace]

Twilight is an attentive lover, but he's most used to the affections shared between couples in Ordon— whether he's with the other Links or not. He's always willing to change something he's doing for his significant other so long as it's within his moral values.

Dates are strange if you can excuse his dislike for sitting in fancy restaurants and being crowded around others. He prefers going on walks in towns or (preferably) a forest due to his more rural upbringing.

He prefers using nicknames as opposed to his significant other's name. Doll, sweetheart, and beau are some of his favorites, but he has a much more expansive list. On the off chance he does use their real name, it's likely to call their attention or show his displeasure.

Between being a rancher, the (one of) Goddesses’ Chosen Hero(es), entertaining Ordon’s children, and trekking throughout all eras of Hyrule; Twilight has quite a busy schedule.

The most downtime he has is between past sundown and a few hours before sunup. He knows his significant other might not have the same schedule as him, so he always offers to bring them along with him. He rarely asks them to assist in anything he has to do, not wanting them to get their hands dirty regardless of if they do similar work.

Twilight is just like his (great?) grandfather in terms of being a gentleman. He'll open doors, offer his hand when getting off something or over puddles, and stand behind them when going up stairs regardless of if they're bigger or smaller than him.

Unlike a few other Links, Twilight is the type of lover to walk on the side of the road where all the horses and carriages are, gently pulling his significant other to the side where the danger isn't.

(Wind and Wild are the types to pull someone into the middle of the road with them while traffic is high.)

Twilight isn't the best gift giver and it's a fact he's very aware of. He prefers acts of service, quality time, and physical touch when it comes to giving his significant other a love language. In return, he doesn't quite care which one he receives given his lack of experience in relationships, though any of them are enough to make him flustered.

He loves public displays of affection when he's around the other Links or anyone from Ordon— the issue comes up when it's around anyone with a noble background. He knows he saved his Hyrule, but royalty always makes him nervous. An easy workaround for him is to completely avoid any event he's invited to, but he's easily persuaded into joining.

You can feel Twilight's hands become clammy beneath the gloves he wore. He tries to inconspicuously wipe them off on his button-up, the lace of the collar and the way your arm looped through his made it look more awkward than he intended.

I hate this, he signs as his tongue darts out to wet his lips. I don't know why you talked me into this.

Ignoring his words, you fix the tie that lay between the lace, eyes just barely sliding over the nobility of Hyrule that surrounded you. “Relax,” you respond in a hushed whisper, placing a hand on his rigid back, “they're Hylians, not Bokoblins. They won't eat you.”

Almost against his will, Twilight’s spine begins to curve when you pull away. The arm that held onto his moves to instead grab hold of his hold, pulling him through the conversing crowd to one of the less populated hallways.

The air was less suffocating to him, thankfully, but his muscles still ached from his stiffness.

Twilight has to clear his throat to remove the wavering feeling from it. “You don't think they’ll talk?” His voice was low, almost a murmur of fear. “Do I look fine? Do you think they think I look fine? Is my—”

You shush him by placing a hand on the nape of his neck, carefully minding his slicked hair, and pulling him closer so he could be level. “They don't care,” you hum. You press a kiss to his cheek, ignoring how he chases after you pull away. “They really don't,” you reiterate, “just calm down and act somewhat natural.”

“Do we have to go back?”

“Yes.”

Twilight's mood quickly dampens once more.

(So much for the Hero of Courage.)

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[copiousloverofcopia]

For the ghoul fuckers out there, here is my recent commission for @dantesunbreaker featuring our favorite gremlin, Dew!

Thank you so much for allowing me to write this for you. It was once again a pleasure and thank you for letting me to share it with others as well!

Also once again please be gentle with me I am not the best when it comes to ghoul content, but I am so happy that you all are giving me a change!!!

If you are interested in commissioning me, my carrd info can be found on my pinned post!

Never Change

The upcoming tour has you on edge when your devilish lover Dew decides to create a stir. While he meant no harm, the ghoul's antics only add to your frustration. When things reach their max and you can no longer continue, it's up to Dew to remind you on how to relax.

Also available HERE on AO3!

Definitely NSFW below the cut

Your head was pounding. The dark circles under your eyes, beginning to feel like a permanent fixture on your face and It seemed that as of late that the days grew longer and the nights shorter. You had begun to feel the weight of all the responsibility, you had at one time so willingly taken on. Now taking its toll more than you had ever expected. 

At first you were elated to have even been asked. Working hard for the Ministry to ensure a successful tour for the Impera cycle was something any siblings would be honored to be a part of. There were days, however, when you hardly left the main office. The small room set aside for you, covered in an endless array of paperwork and incomplete itineraries. 

At times it felt like you too were collecting dust, just as the numerous artifacts and forgotten tomes that surrounded you. More often than not, worried that the more you accomplished—the more you still had to get done. The ominous feeling of dread hitting you from the moment your eyes peeled open with the light of the sun. All of it, you often thought, would be a little less infuriating if it hadn’t been for your own personal gremlin—Dew. 

You had fallen for him some time ago—back when you first became selected as a Canon for the Cardinal. A prestigious position within your Italian sect of the Ministry. You were ready to make a name for yourself just when Dew came into your life. Instantly drawing you in with his fiery and unpredictable nature. He was a force to be reckoned with, and he kept you on your toes. 

The excitement between you left you with a sense of meaning—feeling more exhilarated and alive. All of your desires found to be mutual, leading to a romance between the two of you that rivaled that of Antony and Cleopatra. Hot and heavy, it was a wonder you ever got anything done. All of that, however, came crashing down when Cardinal Copia became Papa. 

Your workload tripled overnight and suddenly you had gone from being able to sneak away to an alcove for some steamy afternoon delights, to being stuck behind the same four walls. Working day in and day out for weeks on end. No end in sight until the beginning of the tour. Worst of all, once the Ghost tour started and Copia left, Dew had to go with him.

You had tried not to think about it. Secluding yourself from the rest of the group. Dew, at first doing his best to give you space. At some point however, there was only so much he could give before a ghoul like Dew could no longer contain his natural urges. 

This week was the worst of it. Dew finding new and inventive ways to drive you mad. First was him clawing up the sofa in the office. Leaving behind a trail of threaded up seams and worn down arm rests. He was a glorified cat in his own right, you thought, praying Sister Imperator would not hold you accountable. 

The rest of the week Dew filled with the antics, the likes of an impetuous child. Trying desperately to gain your attention and doing his best to distract you from your responsibilities. Taunting you with the feel of his slick tongue running down the nape of your neck. His claws, grazing at the heat of your sex, all while you were elbow deep in monotonous paperwork.  It took all the power you had inside you to shoo him from the office. The aching he left between your thighs—absolutely torturous. 

You weren’t sure which was worse, the sexual edging or that he finished things off yesterday with a naked roll in the expense reports. Dewdrop, taking advantage of your quick trip to the refectory, to cover the pages in something wet. You, returning to find him amongst the pile of papers, all of them streaked in black ink and fluids. Of which the origins you dare not ask. 

While you had tried to explain, in vain, why it wasn’t the time or the place. No matter how hard you tried you just couldn’t bring yourself to explain it in a way the ghoul would understand. To him it was all fun and games. He was teasing you after all, and if he wasn’t allowed to have you then this was the best way he knew to spend the time. 

Now as you sat at your desk, you waited for the next Dew episode to take place. Feeling the tears pricking at your eyes when the door to the office creaked open. Your scrunkly handsome, mischievous, and smug ghoul wasting no time to step inside. Noticing right away when he walked in, that your face held more than the suggestion of tears.

“Hey babe… what’s got you all?” Dew asked, gesturing over his face with his hands. You let out a sigh, taking in a deep breath in through your nose, before exhaling sharply through pursed lips. Feeling the resolve you had been holding on to, quickly crumbling down. 

“I—I just can’t take it any more Dew.” you told him. Sobbing into your hands as he quickly closed the space between you. 

“Hey, hey, hey peanut. Tell me what’s going on? Are they adding more work for you again?” he asked, ready to throw hands with whatever clergyman had the balls to give you even MORE to do. 

“No, that's not it.” you sniffled. Drying the tears with your sleeve as they fell from your eyes. Dew’s normally grumpy face, turning soft and concerned in their wake. His tail, coming to rest sullenly between his legs.    

“Then… then what is it?” he asked, seeming to be genuinely unaware of what troubled you. The ghoul, bringing himself to sit beside you on your desk. Hopped up along the edge like a wistful kitten, wanting to comfort you. 

“I am overwhelmed, that's true. Sister is on me to finish up all the contracts for the European venues and to top it off I just found out they are adding another date in September that I need to work out the details on and well… frankly Dew,” You paused, deciding to tell him the truth once and for all,”...you are NOT helping.”  

“What? What do you mean?” Dew asked you, feeling a bit blindsided by your comment. Unsure of exactly what you were trying to tell him. 

“I am running on empty. I have so much left to do and all this stuff with you is making the load feel ten times worse. I just wish… I just wish you’d stop with all the crazy while I am trying to work!” you yelled, putting your head down on the desk. The pounding inside of your skull intensified. It was all out in the open now. Dew pressed his lips together, feeling the weight of your words. Wishing he could take back everything he had done the past week.

“Hey…” he began, nudging you with his horns. You carefully lifted your head to meet with his gaze. This time your impish lover was staring back at you with soft, loving eyes. “I’m sorry.”

“Oh?” you asked him, wiping away the remainder of your tears. Dew pulled you into his arms. Wrapping you in them, allowing you to release in his embrace. 

“I’m sorry, I let things get out of hand. I never in a million years wanted to make you unhappy and I surely didn’t want to make you break down.”

“Oh Dew… it’s not just you. I—” 

“No, I know… but I could have done better to make sure you weren’t getting into a bad place. That was also my fault. I promise you that this will never happen again.” he smiled, running his hand over your hair. 

“I don’t want you to change Dew…” you told him. Worried that he might have misinterpreted what you were trying to say. 

“I am not talking about changing who I am, baby. I am talking about not adding more to your plate when you are at max.” he explained, assuring you that your lovable Hellraiser would still be the same ghoul you fell in love with.  

“Good, cause I wouldn’t have you any other way.” you smiled, bringing your lips to his. Feeling the heat rising between you. Your heart, already beating away as the blood went surging through your veins. 

“Promise me something, will you?” he asked. 

“Of course… anything.” you smiled, finding Dewdrop’s look of sincerity–incredibly cute. 

“Never let this happen again, ok? Don’t wait until you are on the edge before you say something to me. Promise me that you will start to take breaks when you need them. You aren’t invincible babe. You need time to ground yourself too.” Dew explained. You nodded in agreement, surprised that such sage words came from such an unlikely source. Clearly his time spent in Copia’s company was rubbing off on him. 

“I promise.” 

“Good. You know, even us ghouls know what it’s like to need a break. I can empathize with you more than you think. The long hours on the road, lack of sleep, the constant needing to bring your A-game. I promise you, the constant burnout will make things harder and you’ll get even less done in the end.” 

“Really?” you said, though you shouldn’t have been surprised. Dew was part of Ghost and had been for some time. Of course, he knew what it was like to live in chaos and like he was running on fumes. 

“Really… so make me a deal. I promise if you start giving yourself the time you need to recoup, then I will stop being such an ass.” Dew winked, “Deal?”

“Deal.” 

“...and you know there is one thing I can do to help you relax—if you’ll let me.” he smirked. Instantly your skin was flooded with goosebumps. Your body, knowing even before he’d made a move EXACTLY what that one thing was. Dew dropped off the edge, turning to lift you up out of your chair onto the desk as he buried his face in your neck. 

Teeth scraping along a delicate spot as he breathed his hot, steaming words of affection against your skin. His claws, gently traveling down your chest to your stomach as he unbuttoned your shirt. Feeling his desire for you growing hard against the inside of your thigh. Already your body, getting wet at the mere suggestion of him.

“I’m gonna show you just how well I can get you to relax baby.” Dew purred as his fingers slid over your zipper—undoing your pants. You hummed in approval, wiggling out of them as fast as you could without losing your position on the desk.  

“Show me… I need you.” you moaned. Chewing on your bottom lip and watching as his deep, piercing eyes fall to the center of your lap. His fingers, finding their way diligently to the wet spot of your underwear. Dew wasted no time teasing it with his digit. Rubbing you there until it was soaked all the way through. 

“That's right baby… that's what I wanna see. I love how fucking wet you get for me.” he growled. Moving now to sink his fingers fully inside you. His fangs, following suit as he bit into your neck. 

“Ah!” you cried out. Reveling in both the pleasure and pain combined between you. Rolling your head from side to side as the sensations overwhelmed you in the best way. Dew began to lick and suck at the bite. Leaving purple marks of ownership behind them. It would be clear to anyone who saw you, that you belonged to him. That he belonged to you. 

As you leaned back on your elbows, Dew lifted up from your neck  to watch as he pushed his fingers carefully past your folds. Licking his lips as he pumped them in and out of your dripping wet pussy. Hungry to taste you more than anything he had ever tasted before. Not satisfied enough just to have watched you squirm.

“You’re so good for me.” he purred again. His thumb, circling over your swollen clit before he began once again dipping his fingers in and out of you. Your hands, wandering over his sleek back and tangling in his long hair, just before you reached his horns. “Fuck.” he groaned, he loved that. Knowing that they allowed you more control—and he was determined to let you use them. Happily guiding his mouth down along your folds.    

“Ah…mmm…” you mewled as Dew dropped down between your legs. His tongue slithering through your wet lips and licking up inside you. Alternating between sucking on your clit and lapping at your folds as he gently worked your insides with his hands. Humming against you as he did it–the vibrations driving you absolutely mad. 

“Mmmm… So... fucking... good.” he moaned, palming his cock with his free hand. You wanted him. Needed him. Knowing that riding that cock and having him knot you was the only thing that could release you from the built-up tension. Your fingers gripped tightly onto his horns.  

“I’m cumming… oh fuck I'm cumming!” you cried as he pressed hard into your g-stop. The sensation of his touch on the soft, velvety tissue—sending your hips up in the air. Dew, smiling against your clit as he felt you cum. Letting you ride out your orgasm on his hand while he delightfully lapped up your fluids. The juices covering his face when he pulled up to kiss you. 

You were breathless and weak as you laid there on the desk. Unsure if you’d ever be able to move again—though you certainly wouldn’t have had it any other way. Your body, still falling from the heights of passion you’d reached when Dew lifted your legs up and over his shoulders. Hastily pulling his throbbing, leaky cock out from the confines of his pants. 

“I think you’re still a bit tense.” he teased, you too blissfully pleasured to even respond. Well at least not with anything coherent. Dew began running the head of his cock up through your slick. Rubbing at your entrance to finish wetting himself before he was ready to slide inside. 

He didn’t need to bother; you were already so needy and ready for him. Your hips rising up against his shaft. Trying hard to guide his cock inside. Begging for him to fill you, to provide you with the friction you so desperately desired between you. Thankfully you hadn’t had to wait long when Dew plowed his way in. 

“Oh, fuck me!” you yelped as he pushed himself in to the hilt. His meaty cock, meeting with the farthest point of you. Dew was only too happy to oblige. Withdrawing backward, just so he could more forcefully pound back into you. You gripped tight to the back of your legs. Dew’s hands placed on either side of you on the desk to help steady himself as he thrusted away. Fucking harder and harder into your tight, little core with every thrust.  

At one point it crossed your mind that you and Dew were most likely fucking on top of the expense reports from that morning. At that moment, however, neither of you cared. Your body, too engrossed in how good it felt to have him inside you. Bucking away as he pressed tight across your walls, filling you so well you could hardly stand it.  

“Dew… I wanna cum… cum with me.” you mewled. Your wanton cries of desperation, making Dew grit his teeth, hoping to hold back his own climax. There was nothing so hot as you begging for him to let you cum. 

“You want me to cum baby? Well, you gotta cum for me first.” he demanded, his tail snaking up your leg and teasing at your asshole. The fluids from your drenched pussy, spilling down over it as it worked its way inside. 

“Ah!” you cried out as his tail entered you. Slowly fucking your ass as Dew continued to fill your pussy to the brim with his cock. You couldn’t barely stand it. Stretched fully inside by him. The sensation made you want to explode. Unable to hold back as your orgasm came ripping through you so fast that you soaked the desk below.

Dew wasn’t satisfied yet. Lifting up and gripping the back of your legs as he pounded harder. His thumb brought back to your clit, continuing to fuck you in both your holes. His tail swirling around inside your ass and pressing up against his cock, from the other side of the thin walls, while he thrusted into you. 

Neither of you could sustain it much longer. The wet sounds of his lap, meeting over and over again with yours, was absolutely salacious. The well earned sweat, dripping down his back as he continued on. His speed, beginning to slow as he grew closer to his own climax. 

It was unmistakable when you felt it. His cock, beginning to swell all around inside. Pressing against all the right nerves as he spread you out, knotting you. His tail, continuing to move in and out. The two of you panting and whimpering as the pressure inside continued to build.  

Finally Dew couldn’t last any longer. Cumming hard into you. Ropes of hot, sticky cum—painting the back of your walls as his tail slipped from your ass. You, beginning to completely unfurl before him when you clamped down on him once again. Tugging tightly to his knot as you felt the force of yourself squirting around him.   

And just like that it was over, Dew collapsing on top of you. More spent than he had ever been before in his life. It seemed that this relaxation session was just as much for him as it was you. You held him against your chest, your breathing beginning to settle. A sense of calm, that was promised to you by your ghoulish lover, taking hold. 

“You see,” Dew began while still panting away, “there is nothing like a good fuck to help you relax.”

“Agreed.” You told him, both of you laughing in one another’s arms. There was nothing more you would ever need, than to be held by those arms. No matter how crazy things got, Dew would always find a way to level with you. Even in times that didn’t involve an overwhelming amount of sweat and cum. 

“Thank you.” you told him. You were finally relaxed for the first time in what felt like forever. Even more so now, knowing that you could come to Dew with your problems. Knowing that you could be honest with him and that it was ok to give yourself grace when you needed it. No matter what he would always be there for you.

“Anytime.” Dew smiled, helping you up from the desk so the two of you could clean yourselves off. Suddenly, as you rose off the desk, a look of concern spread across his face. Accompanied by an even more worrisome nervous grin.

“What?” you asked, not sure you wanted to know the answer as you picked off the stray papers sticking to your back.  

 “Now… don’t get mad, but I think we might have gotten some jizz on Copia’s permit agreement. 

“Dew!” you laughed, giving him a tap to the chest, “Never change.”

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[colorpuffball]

I'm beating the buzzer with this one (^_^;)

Anyways I'm really glad to have been able to join this summer santa event! Big thanks to you @solarisfortuneia <3

I was assigned to @lychniis, hope you enjoy reading ╰(´꒳`)╯

I chose Zhongli fluff, here's a lil preview:

“Please lay down on me.” “Perhaps you mean with you?” “No. On me.”

“Do you have any plans for the day?”

Your question is directed at the man sitting in front of you. Morning sunlight streams into your shared home, making your teacups give off a warm glow.

“Aside from my usual walk through Liyue, no.”

“Then, could I make a request?”

Zhongli sets his cup down. "It would depend on what it is you desire. Although I am inclined to accept anything you propose."

You lean closer. “Could you please lay down on me.”

His brow furrows ever so slightly. “Perhaps you mean with you?”

“No. On me.”

A breath. He raises his cup, answering before taking a sip. "It is hard to refuse a request so simple."

_____________________________

Despite his acceptance, he was in no rush to finish his tea. Not that you minded of course. Conversation flowed as free as the tea he poured for the both of you.

When you do reach the end of the pot, you go quiet as he cleans the tea set. With a flick of his wrist another teapot appears in the air. The steam from within rises, curling into the light. He rinses every piece with such gracious movements that so obviously stem from years of experience. It never fails to capture your attention.

Finally, he sets everything aside.

"Shall we?"

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The two of you return to bed. With the way you're laying, Zhongli is slotted almost perfectly against you. His head rests on your shoulder.

"Does this satisfy you?"

His warmth and weight feel more comforting than you'd imagined. Although… now that you've got your foot in the door.

“More.” You demand, although you’re mostly joking.

You thought he understood that with the way he inhaled, like a half finished chuckle. But then he stretches out.

You’ve seen him in his dragon form before, the great Morax in the flesh. Or more accurately, in the scales. You can only describe the transformation process as something akin to a molting reptile. Objectively, it isn’t pretty. To you though, it’s always a breathtaking sight. 

The change literally steals your breath away. You struggle to breathe under his weight. How such a large being can fit into a smaller form, you have no clue.

“Is this adequate?”

His voice is a tinge deeper, and seems to hold a lot more power. You always wonder if it truly changes, or if it’s your brain playing tricks on you.

You laugh lightly. “Much, thank you.”

Knowing your satisfaction, he decides to make himself comfortable. Around and around he goes, until he’s balanced (mostly) on top of you in a coil.

When he’s finished he sighs. You sigh in solidarity. No matter for what reason he actually sighed for.

The two of you lay in silence for a while, simply enjoying the physical contact. 

His scales are smooth to the touch. When your hand travels up towards his mane you’re hit by a puff of hot air. He watches with crinkled eyes as you run your fingers through coarse strands.

He’s gorgeous. 

You can’t help but smile to yourself. From his grand horns to the steady beating of his heart against your chest, even the fact that he's so willing to show this form to you, it all makes you question how any of this is even real.

It’s like a dream come true. 

If you had told yourself in the past that you’d end up in a relationship with a now retired god who happens to be able to transform into a dragon. Well, you’d think you were insane.

You unknowingly shake your head at the idea, to which Zhongli tilts his.

“Is something the matter?”

Your cheeks warm. “No, nothing.” You immediately change the subject. “Does it feel better when you get to take on this form again? Is it relieving, or- I mean, how does it feel?”

With the proximity of your faces, it's hard not to notice the way his eyes narrow ever so slightly. "It is a welcome change. Much like when one walks a different path as they would in their day to day."

"Do you wish that you could do it more often?"

He hums, the sound more akin to a purr with how it reverberates. In fact, it even relaxes you further. You feel as though you've shifted farther into the bed, the blankets brushing against your skin.

Or maybe you actually did, as you immediately tense when you feel his claws on you. 

"Those are sharp!"

Immediately they're gone. "My apologies. I should be more mindful. These claws, they were not made for such activities after all."

You chuckle. "These activities? You make it sound so suspicious."

He yawns, his jaw opening so wide you realize he could swallow a boar whole. Several boars maybe. Or even a boat.

"I was referring to these more peaceful activities."

Your eyes widen. “Ah. Right.”

It's easy to forget what Zhongli is capable of. Especially since he's currently acting as your weighted blanket.

The silence stretches. Your gaze shifts between his mouth and literally anywhere else. Zhongli’s eyes rest solely on you.

“Do I scare you?” As he speaks you’re forced to face his teeth. You pull your eyes from the multitude of knife-like points to observe his face.

To you, it simply holds curiosity. You were afraid that he’d be unhappy with your reaction. Although he could be saving it for your response.

“Well…”

It’d be a lie to say that he is harmless. Or to say that you weren’t spooked just now. It’s a bit difficult to ponder on his nature and that of your relationship with him on top of you.

Of course, in his bountiful patience, Zhongli simply watches as you find the right words. His face betrays no emotion.

Although, if you’re being honest…

You start gently. “Yes, at times.” You watch him out of the corner of your eye as you stroke his mane once again. “However,” you grin, “I can’t say that I’m not into it.”

#— summer santa. #x reader #zhongli x reader #gn reader #no pronouns used #Zhongli #genshin impact #Big shout out to Misha for Beta reading <33 #Is it just me or do y'all hear the Minecraft ender dragon sound when you see Morax as a dragon

[ezri261]

Small drabble since I've been hit with writers block for quite a while and haven't posted part 4 yet.

Note: This is not apart of the personal assistant story.

What happens when reader is just as crazy as the yandere?

Yandere Scaramouche x Insane Reader

Warnings: mentions of dead bodies, ooc scaramouche, him just being overall clingy

"You're home quite early"

He snuggled up to you, letting his hands snake around your waist, properly giving you a back hug.

"I sent you a letter..?"

"What letter? I never got one."

"Oh, so they didn't send it directly to you..."

He suddenly let go of you and made you face him with his hands on your shoulders. He looked quite furious but you were used to his behavior.

"I told one of your men to send you a letter on why I'm coming home early, I suppose it didn't reach to you?"

Now, he was raging mad, how dare his subordinate not give him a letter that was meant for him?!

That night, he came home with a bloody clothes, with him carrying a chopped off head. The head looked unrecognizable, i seemed as though he tortured his subordinate until he got bored.

How'd he know that this was the subordinate that didn't send the letter? No idea either.

"(N/N), I have a surprise, come to the living room!"

He shouted, immediately hearing footsteps come downstairs. You came down, rushing since you missed your boyfriend husband. Of course, you knew what he went to do, you just didn't stop him because you were bored

"... Scara"

"Do you like it?"

He went closer to you, having a smile that could give nightmares for days. He wanted to see your reaction, your delighted face and your praises.

"You're such a good boy Scara... Always doing everything for me..."

You said endearingly, taking the head and inspecting it, before carefully setting it aside and going to cup his cheeks

"Thank you for the gift, darling. I appreciate it."

Scaramouche was no fool to your insane mind, he took advantage of it. He was ecstatic to hear that you were just as insane as him. He lived for it.

He smiled back up you and nuzzled his head on your neck, wanting more.

"Such a big baby... But you've done so many good things for me, like; killing people I don't like, giving me everything I want, giving me so much love. You deserve a reward, no?"

"I will give you everything you want just as long as you stay with me. And if anyone were to hurt you, I promise you that, I will bring hell upon them."

You took his head off of your neck and gave him a peck on the lips.

"Such a good boy... A reward is needed, no?"

I wrote this at 4am, so excuse my mistakes, and there will be no part 2

#insane reader #yandere scaramouche #sub yandere #dom reader #top reader #no pronouns used #yandere #genshin impact #sub fatui harbingers

[eddiescorrodedcoffin86]

Suds

Don’t judge me this is based off of Suds In The Bucket cause I’m in love with this song and it reminds me of Eddie so yeah. Eddie finally graduated. No pronouns are used for the reader.

Eddie Munson was the best thing that could’ve happened to you, easily, he was sweet, smart, funny, he got you out of your little shell so easily that it frightened you at first. Eddie had caught your eye your first day at Hawkins, and you were smitten immediately, but being in his first senior year, and you being a sophomore, Eddie didn’t take much notice, he’d give you a polite nod in the hallway but other than that, nothing else.

Until, after you’d graduated and turned 18, you’d seen him in the music store while buying an Elton John record, and after convincing yourself the worst he could do was say no, you walked over and introduced yourself, commenting on the BOC record he’d been holding. He practically fell in love with you on the spot, Hell, he was asking you out before you could even get the words together in your head.

After that, your relationship blossomed faster than either of you really could’ve imagined, you were more than happen to help Eddie study and do his homework so he could graduate, the two of you having huge plans for when he did. “I’m gonna take you out of this place.” He’d whispered one night, hovering over you in your bedroom, your parents sleeping soundly, blissfully unaware of the man that has at this point spent many nights in your bed, in just a matter of about four weeks.

“Yeah?” You’d smiled happily, playing with the ends of his hair. “Where you gonna take me?” You asked softly. Eddie grinned widely. “Well first stop is gonna be Vegas. Duh.” He teased. You laughed and raised your eyebrows. “Yeah? Why Vegas?”

Eddie licked his lips and grinned before straightening up, reaching into his pocket nervously. “Look… uh… I know it’s only been a few weeks.” He chuckled. “And we don’t have to. Obviously. I just uh… I’m pretty sure I want to. It’s like all I can think about when I’m around you.” He chuckled and shifted a little as he pulled a band out of his pocket. It was simple, a tiny diamond placed directly in the center.

The sight made your heart soar, sure it wasn’t a big diamond, but that’s not what you were focused on. You were focused on the gesture. The meaning of the ring and Eddie’s words. “I uh… I-I couldn’t find a box for it and uh..” he cleared his throat. “I didn’t have the money for a-a bigger one. I mean, this one came from a pawn shop out of town so, like, you don’t have to wear it. Isn’t it bad luck to wear a ring from a failed-“ you grabbed Eddie’s face and slammed your lips together, smiling widely. “Shut up and put it on me.” You held your hand out excitedly.

After Eddie slid the ring on, a giddy smile on his face, the only time you took it off was to switch what finger it was on so your parents wouldn’t notice, they didn’t know you were dating so wearing an engagement ring in front of them would be like wearing lingerie into a convent, they would explode.

When your parents saw the ring and asked where it came from, you’d managed to convince them your bestfriend had given it to you because it wouldn’t fit her hand, thankfully they bought it and didn’t ask about it anymore.

Your little sister was 14, and although was usually eager to throw under the bud for the sake of saving her own ass, kept your relationship with Eddie a secret after accidentally walking into your room while he was in there one day. That was when you’d found out your sister was in Hellfire, Hell, you didn’t even know she played DND, much less played it with your boyfriend. She was absolutely adorable in the Hellfire club shirt she’d spotted under her sweater, which was very obviously a size too big but she didn’t seem to mind.

Eddie’s graduation was extremely important to the both of you, unfortunately you couldn’t be there for it, it was a punishment, you’d broken curfew and when your sister lied for you, your mother didn’t buy it, when you wouldn’t tell her where you actually were she grounded you, and before she left that morning she told you to do the laundry, and despite your absolute hatred for it, you did, knowing that if you didn’t and you got back after your parents, you’d be in for a Hell of a lecture, and then likely sent to bed without dinner. Your sister, of course, was automatically deemed innocent, them assuming you did some kind of mental sibling torture to make her lie for you, and you didn’t blame her for disagreeing, you probably would’ve done the same thing at 14.

Naturally, though. Your worry was useless, because shortly after nine, you were scrubbing a sheet into the washing board she’d insisted you use, adding injury to insult, and Eddie Munson pulled up in that, now washed, Van of his and climbed out, still wearing his graduation gown, his cap wedged on top of his big hair, and diploma held in his hand as he stretched his arms out.

You immediately smiled and stood up, dropping the sheet into the bucket and running over to Eddie, jumping and wrapping your arms and legs around you. He caught you with a grunt, chuckling happily as his back hit the side of the van, his arms wrapping around you as he caught you. “Hey, beautiful.” He kissed you deeply.

You melted into the kiss, pulling him closer despite your soapy hands, smiling widely into the kiss as you giggled. “Hi.” You pulled back a bit, biting your lip as he set you down. You dried your hands on your shirt and grabbed the diploma, your eyes lighting up at the words on it.

“You did it! Edward Munson.” You cooed, your finger following the words as you read them out loud, throwing your arms around him again as you squealed. “Oh I’m so proud of you!”

Eddie grinned happily and kissed you deeply. “All thanks to you, baby.” He hummed happily, reaching into the van to pull out his Polaroid, pulling you close to take a picture with you, as it spit out the bottom you reached out and grabbed it, protecting it from the bright sun so it could develop.

“Now..” he pulled his cap off. “I believe we had a plan for when I graduated.” He smirked cockily. You smiled widely and giggled as you nodded. “Let’s go.” You grabbed his hand and tugged him into the house, Eddie watching as you pulled your hidden suitcase from your closet, already mostly packed, before throwing in the things you couldn’t pack without your parents noticing they were gone.

Once everything was packed you wrote your sister a letter, explaining to her where you were going, but to please not tell anyone yet, and that you’d call her as soon as you could. Then, you wrote one for your parents, short, sweet, and with a little Heart to sign it next to your first Initial. ‘Sorry but I got to go! -Y/F/I ❤️’

You laid your sister’s note on her desk, peeking out from under her notebook so she’d see it and read it, and laid the note for your parents on the coffee table. And then you were gone. The laundry still in the bucket, soaking when your parents got home with your sister.

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Mistletoe - Joe Trohman x Reader

Prompt: M: Mistletoe (How do they react to suddenly being placed under a mistletoe with their crush/lover?) Reader: can be read as any gender (no pronouns used) Warnings: attempted peer pressure Word count: 1 256

Of course it was the label's Christmas party, and of course it was under the mistletoe where you were faced with the very real possibility of kissing Joe for the first time. Not that you did not want to, on the contrary. 

Just... not like that.

Not when he seemed to be so uncomfortable, not in front of his band mates, and the fellow managers of the other bands, not while the air of the room was smelling of alcohol and cigarettes (seriously though, who was smoking indoors?). All in all: when you had imagined kissing Joe for the first time, it had been after a cute date or after a breathtaking show he had played, or to saying goodbye after a great tour had ended. Yes, admittedly, you had fantasised about these scenarios, more than you’d ever admit. But you were not lost enough in these fantasies to lose sight of reality. And that was that all these dreams were completely out of reach.

You had known that even before Joe had stared down at you with shock-widened eyes after Pete had pointed out you were standing right underneath the mistletoe together. It was obvious that he did not want to. He immediately grew stiff and his glance filled with panic as his eyes skipped from Pete back to you.

Your heart shattered, and you were certain everyone in the room had heard it, but again, you were not so lost in your fantasies that this reaction of his would have come as a surprise. Did it hurt nonetheless? Of course.

Thanks to Pete a couple other people now had their eyes fixed on the two of you.

“Uhm, I...” it was painful to see how uncomfortable Joe was. It looked like right now he only wished for one thing: being able to teleport far away from this situation.

“Come on Joe,” Pete cheered his bandmate on, “don’t chicken out now!”

You really had wished that if you ended up underneath the mistletoe with someone, it would be with Joe. You really had wished that if the two of you would be thrown into this situation, he would laugh, the way he always did, wrap his arms around you and kiss you sweetly. But you really, really did not want him to be peer pressured to do it. So when he shuffled a step forward, stiff, uncomfortable, uncertain, you took a step back.

Sending him a smile, which you hoped seemed not too forced, you brought up your hands between the two of you, a simple yet clear gesture you did not want him to step closer.

“I don’t really feel like it,” you stated, the crowd around you sighing disappointedly and turning away. It was no lie after all. You did not feel like kissing Joe, or have him kiss you, when he obviously felt so unhappy with the idea. At least he seemed to relax at your statement.

“Okay,” he mumbled, but sounded a tad bit too relieved.

After that he disappeared without any other word to you.

Even though all you wanted to do was head home immediately, and bury your heartbreak in hot chocolate, christmas cookies and a couple of your feel good movies, you resisted the urge and instead stayed for almost 30 more minutes before taking a glance at your wrist watch and deciding that now it was late enough in the evening for the “I’m tired”-excuse.

Saying goodbye to Pete and Andy, you headed over to the door, where Patrick was waiting for you. With risen eyebrows you looked at him as he pushed away from the door frame he had been leaning against.

“Are you okay,” he asked, and you cursed him for his ability to read people so easily.

“Sure,” you quickly lied, knowing he saw right through you.

“About Joe-” he stopped when he saw the way you tensed up and lowered his eyes. “Get home safe.”

“You too,” you smiled forcedly, before walking past him.

You had already taken a few steps outside into the parking lot when suddenly someone called your name. Your heart skipped into your throat as you recognised the voice as Joe’s and you had to stop yourself from speeding up your steps. You really did not want him to apologise, ask what had happened, nothing. You just wanted to go home and forget about all this, so you could resume your duty as Fall Out Boy’s manager in the new year without any worries.

“About earlier...”

Even though you did not feel like it, you stopped and turned to Joe.

“It’s okay,” you shrugged, trying to sound indifferent. “You looked really uncomfortable, so I figured it would be easier if I were the one to say no.”

“Yeah,” Joe, who had caught up with you stopped a few feet away, “Thanks for that. And yes, I was... pretty uncomfortable. Thanks for understanding.”

“Anytime,” you mumbled.

Thinking the conversation was over, you turned away from him, only to get your wrist caught by him as soon as you were taking the first step.

“Hey, wait,” Joe took a step closer, “I still owe you that kiss!”

“You don’t owe me anything, don’t worry. I saw how uncomfortable you were at the idea. I don’t want you to do something you wouldn’t enjoy.”

Joe’s eyes grew wider than they had been thirty minutes ago underneath the mistletoe.

“What,” he asked, clearly taken aback, “you- you said no because you thought I didn’t want to kiss you? Don’t be ridiculous, (y/n)! I’ve wanted to kiss you since... well honestly ever since you became our manager. Just not in front of the whole label watching!”

The rushing of blood almost drowned out the sound of the cars, racing down the nearby street.

“I mean...” Joe continued, averting his gaze shyly, a completely untypical gesture for the guitarist, “If you don’t want to that’s completely fine with me. Just thought if I don’t ask, I’ll never know.”

You did not know what to say to that, you only stared at him, thoughts racing a thousand miles an hour. He had been so uncomfortable not because of you, but because of your surroundings? It had been important enough for him to wait out here in the cold for you just to ask you that?

“So... Can I kiss you?”

The question finally brought you back to reality. Looking up at him, you felt your cheeks burn hotly in the cold night air.

“Yes,” you answered quietly, before adding an almost inaudible “please.”

Joe smiled, his cheeks dusted over pink, as he stepped closer to you. His fingers were still wrapped around your wrist, so he let go and instead slipped his hand into yours. The other he placed at your cheek, his fingers cold from however long he had waited for you out here. Carefully he leant in, as if he was worried you’d back away any second, but instead you closed the small gap, pressing your lips against his. You could feel him smile into the kiss, his breath fanning over your cheek as he pulled you in closer, his thumb gently running over your skin.

When you eventually parted, both of you were smiling like complete idiots, and truthfully who could blame you?

“Thank you,” you whispered, leaning your forehead against his.

“What for?” You felt him rise his eyebrows

“Not letting me leave like that,” you replied.

Instead of honouring your response with another, he simply pressed his lips against yours again.

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[absentcaryatid]

Hongjoong's Tender Care

An ATEEZ fanfic by AbsentCaryatid

The gender neutral reader is embarrassed as the whole household of eight handsome men learns about what Hongjoong and the reader are going to get up to for the first time.

1.8K words, Content note: gender neutral reader, food, the word diet is used but nobody is dieting, laxative and enema mention, anal fingering, anal penetration, “baby” pet name, threatened use of a frying pan in jest

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Sometimes there were distinct advantages to your job as a live-in housekeeper to eight handsome young men. While still paying off their debt from medical education in various fields, they had the bright idea to pool their resources and live communally at quite a savings. It was Mingi who had first realized their lives would be improved by hiring out household tasks. The others suspected he was just trying to get out of chores, and that was true, but with such busy schedules the idea was sound, so you had entered their lives several years ago and by now they considered you one of their own close-knit group.

The modest pay was offset by a bedroom of your own and meals included. The most difficult task was trying not to fall in love with the whole crew, but discovering one boyfriend among them ended up being just right for you. Life was very good, and never once had you regretted taking the job, until today.

Breakfast had always been the most chaotic part of the day. The men were a mix of boisterous or lethargic depending on who had yet to be caffeinated, and some of the morning people would take a leisurely meal while others overslept regularly only to grab an oatmeal bar and dash. San was one of the latter and despite his haste took the time to place a hand on your back and ask if you were doing okay. The man was perceptive, but you did not think your minor break from routine was something he would have noticed so you suspected Wooyoung had been talking. Running his mouth far too much was the sort of thing he was known for.

Over at the table, Jongho put his newspaper down, took a sip of unsweetened black coffee, and peered over the mug rim at you. “What's this? Are you unwell?”

Great. It was everybody minding your business day. Might as well get the embarrassment over with, you thought. “I was on a clear liquid regimen yesterday and today too.”

Nodding, Jongho recalled, “Oh right, you did not eat with us last night. I wondered about that.”  

Buttering his second toast half, Yunho now took an interest in the conversation. The concern in his voice was clear as he asked, “This isn't some fad diet thing, is it? We can give you the statistics how ineffective and unhealthy it is to meddle with your body's set point range. Tell us whatever your actual health goal is and we can help you work toward that directly, instead.”

You would never have been able to make friends with your employers if they had been the kind of health care providers obsessed with seeing patients as a weight before a person and Yunho's rant reminded you how decent this found family was. “It is nothing like that, Yunho. With my self-esteem, you think I'd fall for the empty promises of diet culture?”

Grinning, he agreed you weren't the type to be taken in. “So what gives?”

Before you could voice the all too personal answer, Yeosang jumped in around another spoonful of rice, “I hear there is going to be an alien abduction today.”

“What?” Glancing around the table, it was clear you were not the only confused one. Jongho had a broad smile and his eyes crinkled with laughter while Yunho merely cocked his head like a curious puppy.

Setting the rice bowl down, Yeosang was surprised. “Come on, you don't know that phrase?” With a sly wink he dropped the bombshell, “Somebody here is prepping for an anal probe from Hongjoong.”

Maybe the special diet was getting to you, but your words came out more frustrated than intended. Then again, you were justifiably thrown by the way your private life was apparently gossip fodder for your home and workplace. “Just how many of you has Wooyoung been telling? I only confided in him because I wanted his help to get the enemas and other prep materials.” Placing your head in your hands as you sank into a kitchen chair, you moaned, “I didn't plan for what Hongjoong and I are finally going to get up to to be family-wide news.”

“And over breakfast no less,” Jongho murmured before clearing his throat and tactfully returning to his reading material.

Yunho's wide eyes transitioned to suppressing a laugh behind a hand and he decided to busy himself with the jelly jar and a third slice of toast.

Yeosang of course was not going to let this juicy material go to waste and he continued poking your buttons once he was certain you were not really mad, just exasperated by the situation. “I am sure Hongjoong will appreciate your level of cleanliness when you are together this afternoon.” Eyeing his fingernails absentmindedly, the commentary concluded, “Hongjoong is very skilled you know. You are in the best of hands.”

Before you could wonder just how Yeosang came by that bit of information about Hongjoong's prowess, another throat clearing came from Jongho's side of the table. “Some of us are trying to digest here.”

You survived the remaining low-volume conversation with Yeosang long enough to send the three breakfasting housemates to their jobs leaving the house almost empty.

It was one of Wooyoung's days off and he finally entered the kitchen once things had quieted down. Appearing in pajamas with the shirt portion only half buttoned, he managed a partially guilty look. “I heard my name bandied about when I was trying to sleep in.”

“That must have been rough,” you responded curtly. “Perhaps you would rather have taken my place and had the contents of your asshole be the breakfast table topic instead?”

“About that,” he hedged, “I should have not done that to you. I am sorry, for real.”

“You work in a pharmacy, Wooyoung! You know all about confidentiality, so hearing you blabbed to San and Yeosang came as a bit of a surprise. Yunho and Jongho now know too.”

Wooyoung smiled, the one where you could hold nothing against him. No matter how much you did not want it to work on you, it did, like always. Seeing this effect, he felt free to joke, “That is alright then, your privacy is still preserved from Mingi and Seonghwa. Not everybody in the house knows.”

You sighed because everybody did know. “Mingi already is aware because I came to him for tips based on all his experience. As for Seonghwa, he must have heard it from one of the guys you told because he crudely whispered something about hoping I would have a good time when Hongjoong popped my cherry later today, before streaking out of the range of my frying pan.”

Wooyoung looked aghast. “I told San in confidence, and that was only because he wondered if I had some plans for the enemas I purchased before leaving work yesterday. I suspect San might have said something to Yeosang because he did not hear it from me. Don't feel bad though. We work in health care. There is nothing to do with bodies that is going to be shocking to us.”

You knew he was right, but still your ego was bruised that your rectum, and who you were going to let up it, was apparently the talk of the household. “Make it up to me with something home-cooked, okay?”

“Already did the shopping for your favorites.”

As loose lipped as Wooyoung was, his heart was always in the right place and you did love him for it. You left him to capably fend for his own meal. His morning tastes were simple anyway and Wooyoung would probably only need a bowl of cereal and fruit. For now, you had more important things to manage. Two enemas on the heels of yesterday's super strength laxative and then you were all Hongjoong's for the first time. Excited was not the word you would use for the upcoming experience, but you were interested in what it would be like after reading up on the topic.

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So, by that afternoon, the time had finally come. Hongjoong had left instructions to strip off your lower half and await his arrival. You had expected he would want you fully nude but if he found the unblinking stare of your Totoro t-shirt too distracting he could always take it off you. Besides, he would be seeing far more of your back than front anyway.

When he finally entered the room, Hongjoong was all business and got right to the point. “I am going to start by fingering you, the lube might be a little cold.”

Yep, he was definitely right about that, no “might” about it. Perhaps the chill was intentional as your mind was preoccupied by that sensation before you even realized his gloved hand had already been replaced by something larger than you had imagined, and more insistent.  

The pressure became painful and you squeezed your arm as you lay on one side. You could get through this, countless people all over the planet did this sort of thing daily, and you knew you were in the best of hands with Hongjoong's tender care.

“Breathe through it, that will make it easier.” Encouraging words from your boyfriend helped you relax somewhat. “You are doing so good for me, baby. Just a little bit more. Hongjoong is almost done.” Finally the pressure ended and Hongjoong slid his tool out while Mingi beamed and offered further comfort as he rubbed your shoulders. “You made it through your first sigmoidoscopy like a champ. I am so proud of you!”

“Thanks for your assistance, Nurse Song.” Hongjoong, or rather “Doctor Kim” while he was at work, nodded to his assistant Mingi as he took off his own gloves. “I managed to find coverage for the rest of your shift. Your next assignment is to take the remaining time to care for our favorite patient.” Despite the surgical mask, Hongjoong's smile was evident as he delivered the welcome news to your boyfriend. After the senior's exit, Mingi began to prep the room for the next patient while you dressed again. On your reappearance, he offered a gentle embrace.

While normally you would not have hesitated to be enveloped by your sweetheart, today all you felt like was heading back home to recover. When Hongjoong gave you the okay after writing up your clean bill of health, you wanted nothing more than to settle in at Mingi's side for some shows. First order of business though was to get some solid food back into you courtesy of the simple but nourishing meal expertly prepared by Wooyoung, who was also going to handle dinner for the group tonight in your stead.  

It turned out the television watching did not last long as you quickly started falling asleep in your boyfriend's arms after such a stressful day. If you ever needed another medical test of this intensity, it would again be at the hands of your friends, making certain to have Mingi at your side to get you through it in the best possible circumstances.

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Sex ed note: Although enemas are mentioned in this story because they are part of preparations for a sigmoidoscopy, they are not recommended for sexual activity.

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hurts me too - brian krakow

pairing(s): brian krakow/reader, one-sided brian krakow/angela chase, angela chase/jordan catalano (referenced)

pronouns used: none

w.c: 1.4k

a/n: brian krakow is a stupid loser and i adore him

it was simple. angela chase loved jordan catalano, brian krakow loved angela chase, and you loved brian krakow. you had wrapped your head around it years ago, even before jordan catalano was in the picture. brian krakow was head over heels for angela chase, everyone knew. it had always been that way. you'd accepted the unrequited aching that came to your chest every time you talked to brian, every time you saw his face. it hurt to look at him, loving him was a death sentence.

"i just don't get it, what does she see in him?" brian paced around his room as you sat on his bed, rolling your eyes. it seemed as if you had this same conversation every friday night. "look, he's a pretty guy. sure he may have the personality of a brick wall, but he has a nice face." you sighed, this boy is going to be the death of you. "i could do so much better than him! i actually care about her." to be completely honest, you were getting fed up with him at this point. "you're starting to sound like a loser, stop it brian. one day she'll see, okay?" you were trying to be understanding, you really were. but your patience was running thin. brian too was starting to sound annoyed. he put his hands on his head in an almost cartoonish manner, and let out a frustrated sigh. "you don't understand, i've never loved anyone else. if i continue at this rate i'll end up dying alone, i don't want anyone else." ouch.

"it's getting late i should go." you were hurt, but you couldn't let that show. you grabbed your coat and gave brian a sad smile, exiting his room and making your way downstairs. you were greeted with his mother and father in the family area. "have a good night sweetie! feel free to come back whenever, we love having you around. brian really does need a friend like you." his mother got up from her seat, she was a beautiful woman. she had curly shoulder-length dirty blonde hair, much like brian's. she gave you a warm hug which was much appreciated, and walked you to the door. normally brian would do that, but you weren't entirely sure you could stomach seeing him at the moment. as soon as you opened the door you were met with the harsh pittsburgh wind. glistening snow lightly coated the sidewalks, it was the slick kind that would cause you to fall if you weren't careful enough. you lived close enough to walk from the krakow home to your own, which ultimately proved to be both a blessing and a curse. you hated how you could see brian ride his bike around outside waiting for angela, you hated how you could see him knock on her door with yet another stupid excuse, and you hated how every time angela let him down he would find his way over to your doorstep.

you were always his second choice, yet no matter how much this hurt you kept coming back. it was almost funny how much your relationship with brian mirrored his relationship with angela. you'd follow him around like a lost puppy if it meant he would acknowledge you, and you were aware of that. sure, you had other friends, but none of them were like brian. it felt like a sick joke your mind was playing on you, making you such a pathetic suck-up when it came to him. he could treat you like an absolute stranger and you would still be hopelessly in love with him. of course he didn't do that, he hardly had any friends. you were fairly sure brian wasn't even aware of how he made you feel sometimes, he was so hyper-fixated on his love for angela that he subconsciously cut you out of the picture. which brings us to our next point.

angela chase. perfect life, perfect family, perfect boyfriend, perfect home. were any of these things actually perfect? no, of course not. but to the blind eye they sure seemed that way. you had come second to angela your entire life in everything. she had everything you wanted, and she didn't have try half as hard for it. she was pure, she was beautiful, she was kind, she was everything you wished to be. her life wasn't the best, but it sure was a step up from yours. you were envious of that. it got to the point that even seeing her face in the halls was enough to make you feel sick. she had made your life a living hell, and she wasn't even aware of it. in all honesty you knew it wasn't her fault, she never asked for this, she didn't want brian's love. you weren't even angry with her, you were angry with yourself. it was just easier to project your anger onto her, to blame her for the problems she indirectly caused.

you snapped out of your trance, suddenly becoming aware of your surroundings again. you had reached your front door, absentmindedly turning the doorknob and making your way inside. it was routine at this point; go to brian's, listen to him rant about his nonexistent love life, leave feeling disappointed, and make your way home while crying silently. it was a stupid cycle that you knew all too well. this time was different though, his words kept echoing in your mind. you couldn't let it go. 'i've never loved anyone else', fuck, that sure felt fantastic to hear. fighting back a second round of tears, you made your way to your room. kicking off your shoes and changing into some much warmer pajamas, you continued to reflect on that whole conversation. it was all so ironic, hilarious in a sick, twisted, painful way. 'you could never understand', if only he knew. you had wrecked your mind over this man. he consumed your thoughts, never was there a second where he was not on your mind. his stupid soft hair, his stupid pink lips, his stupid lanky legs, and his stupid grandpa sweaters. he was stupid, everything about him was undeniably and undoubtedly stupid.

tears of frustration fell from your already warm cheeks. you were sure you looked like a wreck at this point, and you felt like one as well. you got up from your bed, resisting the urge to punch a wall. you truly did not want to deal with people asking about your bruised knuckles, not right now at least. instead you settled for splashing your face with some cold water. you sighed, you were tired. this whole situation was so exhausting. no matter what happened no one could win, there's simply no way everyone could be happy. you made your way back to your bed, laying down and covering your body with your favorite blanket. it was the blanket brian has bought you for christmas one year. it was warm and soft, perfect for this time of the year; but not perfect for your whole "forget about brian krakow for the night" mentality. you couldn't forget about him, there was too much that reminded you of him. for your entire life this boy has plagued your mind. so many memories shared, so much to look back on. you couldn't live without him, you couldn't love without him. he completed you, he made you. without him there would be no you, it had always been him and you before you were you. you couldn't lose him, you just couldn't. so if keeping him meant losing yourself, so be it.

the night was cold, harsh, unforgiving. but you would survive. you always did. you were a fighter, no matter the circumstances you pushed through. a wounded soldier, you were. life could spit in your face, kick your ribs, break your heart; but you still kept going. throughout this entire situation you just kept going, no matter how badly you wanted to give up. you still held on hope, despite how helpless you felt. brian needed you, needed you to be his friend. if a friend is what he saw in you, a friend is what you would be. you would set your feelings aside, set your heart to the ground and let it get stomped on. as long as it was for him you didn't care. you would do anything for him, he meant that much to you. so with that you fell asleep, thoughts filled with their usual contents. the night was cold, as were your hands; but your heart was warm, warm with love, warm with forgiveness.

#my so called life #brian krakow #mscl #igby writes #angst #unrequited love #one sided love #just ouch #this hurt to write #just a bunch of losers #x reader #self instert #no pronouns used #gender neutral reader #gn reader #oblivious #loser virgin behavior #based on personal experience #lowkey bpd coded reader (self projection at its finest) #nothing better than a little angst for the soul #part two?? #angela chase #jordan catalano #angela x jordan (mentioned) #brian krakow x reader #running out of tags

[seagiri]

they turned mickbell into a girl in the latin spanish dub so... congrats mickbell???

#my art #dungeon meshi #mickbell tomas #it was so fucking funny because a minute earlier i told my friend “(other friend) just finished the manga and he discovered mickbells a guy #and they went “HES A GUY??” and i burst out laughing #and then kuro called used fem pronouns. i was left like a fool

[stil-lindigo]

the calamity.

a comic about being seen.

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#cw: blood + eye scarring #oh the inherent intimacy of seeing and being seen #just a comic about how the desire to be seen and shown love and compassion unites us all #also big scary monster lady pretty #girl power! the personification of disaster and strife uses she/her pronouns! #i also feel somewhat obligated to mention here that i dont have anything against christianity as a whole #i just think the concept of God is interesting #i went to a christian school for 12 years im allowed to make this comic #comic art #sapphic #yes. interpret the subtext #stillindigo art #heartearters #thats the name of the anthology this will belong to. whenever i finish it #stillindigo comics

[sleepygaymerdisease]

[ID: Tweets from Emily 'Soup Lesbian' Gwen (@theemilygwen) on twitter with the following text:

Well, just left a job interview crying because the hiring manager told me they liked my application but were disappointed that I didn't bother dressing appropriately. I tried to explain that I haven't been able to afford new clothes in years but I just couldn't handle it.

That comment and my reaction was one of the most mortifying moments of my life. I thought I put together a decent outfit for the job with what I had, and hearing her say that just destroyed me.

Anyway I'm still looking for work and struggling a lot. Even $5 would help pay for a meal. ko-fi.com/emilygwen

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[monpalace]

LEGEND

Legend is reasonable, he’d consider, just not when he's presented with (almost) constant questions and concerns regarding his relationship status with his closest friend.

Any question along the lines of “so when’d you two start dating,” are quickly met with a snappy response with little second thought. “I saw you with your significant other not too long ago,” and any further ramblings are quickly put to an end when he sends a withering gaze their way.

At some point, Legend becomes tired of comments regarding his relationship with you. If it weren't for his aversion to dark magic, he’d drown himself in a curse of some sort that stopped any related questions entirely.

He’s never turned down acts of reassurance from your side. Whether they are words of affirmation or acts of affection, he never fails to be less inconvenienced about the event when you intervene.

Legend tends to hold his sharp tongue when you're around. He’s never rude to you, or (sometimes) to the other Links, when you're around because he always wants to be a better version of himself when you're around.

That doesn't mean he's good at biting his tongue.

He’s very much susceptible to rolling his eyes, groaning, and telling someone to shut up with a scoff. Legend might wind it down even further with a “please leave us alone,” or “can you just drop it,” if you don't seem pleased by his responses.

Despite his very obvious annoyance when it comes to misinterpretations of his relationship, Legend is quick to dispel any doubts you may have in your mind.

“Would you rather I tone down on the affection? I—” Absolutely not. You’re the only person he feels comfortable with when it comes to anything tactile; he's so used to it now, he’d rather die than lose it all because of some stupid rumor.

“Maybe we shouldn't share food or drinks anymore. It sends the wrong idea.” Okay? Who cares about an indirect kiss? What even is it? You either kiss or you don't. Besides, you have food that he wants to steal (or, he has food he wants you to try), where's the issue with that? Is sharing not caring?

One way or another, Legend is one of the less tolerant Links when it comes to his platonic relationship being taken the wrong way, only being rivaled by Wind and Four’s Blue.

“My Great Goddesses,” Legend groans under his breath. He folds his hands on the side of his temple, the beginnings of a headache working its way into his mind the longer he (forcibly) hears the group of older women coo over his supposed relationship. “Make them stop.”

A swift kick under the tavern table makes Legend’s complaints come to an end. The sharp glance you sent him reels him back in like a dog on a leash.

“Sorry,” he mutters just barely under his breath.

You laugh quietly, just barely audible over the afternoon rush. “I was trying to tell you to go after them,” you hum in an equally low voice. “I’m honestly a little tired of it too.”

“Seriously?”

“Naturally.”

There's a giddy feeling that fills Legend as he stands. It might have been the slight buzz that came with his drinks, or the more natural feeling that was released when he realized he wouldn't have to be nice anymore, but the feeling is there nevertheless.

“Will you cover my part of the bill if I manage to do it without making them leave?”

“Half.”

“Three-quarters.”

“Twenty-five percent.”

“You don’t love me anymore?”

Taking out your wallet, you shake your head at his antics while putting rupees on the table. “You forget the last time you pulled something like this; but I do love you, yes.”

“I love you too, then,” he hums, pressing a kiss to your cheek with a pat on your arm. “I’ll be sure to pay you back— eventually.”

TWILIGHT

This is not the first time he's been in a situation like this, shockingly. He and Ilia went through this same scenario with the villagers of Ordon, but it's the same twenty people with the same two rumors, so everything was squashed between them rather quickly.

But this isn't Ordon. It’s not the same twenty people; it’s everyone in different eras revolving endlessly.

Yet, Twilight doesn't mind.

Every question and comment is easily passed off with “oh, we’re just friends,” or “oh, no! I don’t see them that way,” with a light laugh.

Tactile responses such as hugs, kisses (to the forehead, cheek, hand, wrist), and hand holding are natural to Twilight. He never oversteps his boundaries (whether they're set or not), so his old habits are always fitted for them.

Being called your boyfriend be damned, Twilight is clingy. He's a wolf at heart, so being around those he considers to be a part of his clan. He gently pulls you out of the way from oncoming carriages with an arm around your waist, rests his chin on your shoulder or head while listening to whatever you’re rambling on about, and presses a kiss on your cheek in greeting and goodbye— but it's still strictly platonic.

Twilight holds more than enough respect to shut down anything like “I bet your wedding will be so beautiful,” and “your children will be the prettiest,” for the both of you. “We already agreed we’d be each other's mate of honor,” and “I already told them they’d be the godparent for my kids if I have any,” are almost always his responses.

Unlike Legend, Twilight genuinely finds it amusing everytime someone gets the wrong idea. He finds it easy to joke about when the person is gone or hours after the fact, but he will stop if he finds you don't find it as funny as him.

If, on the off-chance, you both visit Ordon (assuming you aren't from there), more rumors would pop up once more. Are you another Ilia? How long have you known Link? Do you treat him well, at least? Is that a ring on your finger? Are you wearing his pelt? When's the wedding?

Twilight is quicker to cut those off at the source before they spiral. No, he's known you as a friend for a long while (at least to him) and you’ve just so happened to grow close, he’d like to think you do, it's a family heirloom, and you just wanted to see the appeal in why he wore it all the time— now, please. Stop.

“It’s not funny.”

“It’s not?”

“No..”

“Yeah, alright.”

Twilight hides from the barely cracked door, hands cupped over the lower half of his face to muffle his laughter.

He can understand where the inn owner might have gotten the idea that the two of you were an item.

Upon first entering the establishment, he was pushing himself against you as though you shared the same body (the result of paranoia following a run-in with a particularly strong group of poes). He had insisted you get one room instead of two before you claimed one bed was fine when told there was no room available with two.

He supposes the final nail in the coffin would’ve been when he dropped his wallet on the counter when you started rummaging to get out your own, dragging you up their stairs once the key was dropped into his hand.

Twilight can see the beginnings of your laughter work its way through your body and face as you close the door. The owner’s inconvenienced “try not to be too loud; I’d like to not lose any more customers because of pairs like you,” rattling around in your minds when he stopped by to return Twilight's large pouch.

“It’s still not funny,” you say, trying to steal yourself as you stumble back to the bed. “It— it won’t. It’s mean.”

Denial and the urge to be the bigger person was slowly diminishing within you. It was undeniable.

Twilight joins you on the bed, shifting and ignoring the burning pain from his scrapes as you both become comfortable. The cramping he’d feel during the night was inevitable, but he could withstand it knowing he was right.

#loz/lu reqs open 👍🏽 #grim's scribbles #MATE OF HONOR USED IN THE AUSTRALIAN SENSE #no pronouns used #(i think i used they/them once but i'm not going through to check) #anyways if you can tell i wrote legend's drabble + the entirety of twi's last bc of how stale they are #shut up no you cant #not edited bc i put it thru grammarly after getting the sense to check everything and verbally told it to fuck off #its 12.30am #legend of zelda x reader #loz x reader #linked universe x reader #lu x reader #link x reader #legend x reader #twilight x reader #lu legend x reader #lu twilight x reader #linked universe legend x reader #linked universe twilight x reader #legend of zelda legend x reader #legend of zelda twilight x reader #twilight princess x reader #twilight princess link x reader #idr what games legend is from 🧍🏽

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Happy Thistle Debut Day!

#dungeon meshi #Thistle #Old dungeon meshi fans remember the days when it was ambiguous what gender Thistle was. #Now we know Thistle uses he/him pronouns but in my heart Thistle is still non-binary. Clowngender elf with poor coping skills. #I hope the anime-only watchers know that this is a character to keep an eye on. #Love (in it's many forms) and desire (in it's many forms) is the main course of Dungeon Meshi and THIS silly jester? #My goodness. What a perfect encapsulation of how one can hurt other's so deeply in the name of love. #The actions we take to 'protect' other's is often the route to doing the most harm. #Love is letting go. Sometimes that means control and sometimes that means saying farewell forever to someone.

[colorpuffball]

Wait sit wait I have an idea. A date with Childe under a pavilion? Or like a family reunion that he goes to with his s/o

HI ANON I LOVE YOU!!! I am bowing, giving you one (1) Colorcoin, crying in gratitude, the whole shebang WAAHAHAHA

Okay but real talk, ngl I kinda hate Childe, but I’m gonna take that as a challenge WAHHAHA That is why I’ve inserted Zhongli as a buffer 

SO THERE here’s Childe, Zhongli, n you having a date in a pavilion <33

As usual, no pronouns used. The only way to describe you is shorter than Childe cause let’s face it, no matter how tall you are Mihoyo is going to make him TALLER

“C’mon, it’s around here!”

You’re keeping up with Childe as best you can. At times like this you solemnly swear that there’s something in the Snezhnayan waters that make them so tall. Nonetheless, you stomp through the tall grass. You know he’d found a nice, isolated spot you could all go to, but you didn’t actually know where he was leading you.  

“How’d you find this place, again?”

“I stumbled into it last time I was around here.”

“You mean, stumbled upon it?”

He laughs, “no, into it. Don’t you trust my wording?”

Go figure. “I’ll decide that once we get there.”

“If, we get there. You look like you’re having a little trouble there?”

“You act as if I’m tiny.”

“If you were tiny I’d have you on my shoulder and at the place by now.”

You roll your eyes. “Okay fine I’m going faster.”

Much to your relief it wasn’t much farther. The tall grass gave way to shorter grass, gave way to dirt and pebbles. Once you lay eyes on it, you understand what Childe meant.

“These are ruins?”

“Uh huh, looks like the ruins of some kind of pavilion.”

It’s no wonder Zhongli insisted on arriving first, it looks ancient! By some miracle the roof is still in one piece, save for some holes. The same can’t be said about the beams holding it up, nor the railings, not even the floor.

Your scrutinising stops when you spot Zhongli returning to the pavilion from the opposite side.

“Hey! We’re here,” you call out to him. Childe joins in as well as you cup your mouth. “HI ZHONGLI!”

He visibly stands up straighter, his pace hastening. Once he gets closer you can even see the smile on his face.

Before you can say anything more though, your eyes zero in on, not only dirt, but a bit of blood on his clothes.

He picks up on your gaze immediately, and he’s quick to close the distance and reassure you. “I only needed to clean up after a few troublemakers, nothing more”

“Oh come onnn, there was a fight and you didn’t even wait for me?” He gestures so wildly that for a second you’re afraid Childe’s going to drop the food. “I could’ve gotten rid of them, easy.”

“There was no need.” Zhongli wipes the dust off of his gloves. “As I said they were only a few, couldn’t have taken me more than five minutes.”

Thankfully Childe knows himself well enough to put the food down. “All I’d need is one.”

“You wouldn’t have the chance to lay a finger on any of them before I’d have them all dealt with.”

“You just said it took you five minutes!”

“Well with you around, I’d have to be swift, lest anything happen to the both of you.”

Childe groans at that, “yeah, yeah, whatever you old hen.”

You smile fondly at their exchange. Too often does Childe get himself riled up for a non-existent battle, which leaves you and Zhongli to pull him back down.

With that out of the way, you find your eyes wandering the ruined pavilion. It must have been beautiful in its full glory. It’s big, maybe even rivaling the one in Liyue. There’s way more space here than needed for a three person meal. Under closer inspection, faded paint and eroded engravings leave you wondering, what was such a grand pavilion doing all the way out here?

However that’s just another quirk of being with the two of them. If you and Zhongli have to pull Childe out of fights, you and Childe have to pull Zhongli back to earth. It’s reasonable to believe that he has a connection to this place, somewhere in his ancient memory. You understand how bitter it must feel to outlast these things that he holds dear, but a part of you fears that he may fall too deep in his ache for the past.

“Over here please.” You’re pulled out of your thoughts when Zhongli beckons you over to him.

He has cleared the center from any dust. What you didn’t realise is that he’d set up a big mat on the ground.

“Aw man, I have to eat with chopsticks on the floor too?!”

You laugh at that, your voice mingling with Zhongli’s low chuckle. “Oh don’t worry Childe, you’ll get the hang of it someday.”

“And you’re always right, aren’t you.”

“Only as often as when you’re wrong. Which happens to be a lot.”

“Hey!” Childe makes the mistake of turning to Zhongli, who merely shrugs with a smile. “Oh the two of you are just-” his complaints turn to mumbles under his breath. You both know he isn’t actually upset by your teasing though.

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After you all settle down, you fall into a comfortable silence while you eat.

Zhongli is sitting as proper as always, which really makes Childe’s slouch look worse than usual. He can’t help it though, he’s too focused on trying to pick up any food at all with his chopsticks.

While you’re watching him struggle, you hear something shift, loudly.

It seems Zhongli heard it too, as his gaze snaps up to the roof. You can’t help but shiver when his eyes glow gold.

That’s when it happens, one of the pillars crumbles, leaving the roof to free fall onto the three of you.

You and Childe both leap, trying to shield the other. The only thing you do manage to do though is bump your head with his. Thankfully for the two of you, Zhongli shoots up to materialise a stone pillar to support the roof before it can fall.

“Are you alright?!” Your voices mix together all at the same time. After a stunned pause, you all laugh in relief.

“I knew this place was old, but not that old!”

Zhongli nods. “It may not be the oldest, but it’s definitely been a victim of time.”

After making sure the other two (and yourself) were okay, you look down at your plates.

“Aww, some of the debris got in the food.”

Your lovers look down as well, both frowning.

“Well,” Childe puts down his chopsticks with too much glee, “that was nice while it lasted.”

#Genshin impact #Zhongli #Childe #childe tartaglia ajax #morax #x reader #Zhongli x Childe x Reader #GN reader #No pronouns used #UHHH WHAT OTHER TAGS #August 2022 Prompts #not proofread #TY AGAIN ANON I AM IN YOUR DEBT #THIS REALLY UNPLUGGED MY WRITERS BLOCK #Date fluff

[answrs]

mom: complains about they/them pronouns being SO HARD to remember

me, barely refraining from telling her about the existence of neopronouns:

#trans #answrs is queer #neopronouns #I don't use them but respect to those who do #queer #I know after 2 years it's just an excuse but like. it still fucking sucks. 🙃 #edit: whoops now I'm using xe/xem pronouns lmao. but only as a secret unlockable pronoun upgrade for other queers

[wolftheghost]

please respect it/its users. its not really hard, we get it if you slip up sometimes. its still not that fun to get they/them'd or other pronouns if you dont use them

use the pronouns someone chooses.

#it/its #just use the damn pronouns #queer #queer community #lgbtq #lgbtqia #lgbtq community #non gender conforming