#thankfully you get the real deal back eventually

[thetravelingmaster]

Short Story: Conquering the Dream

Male's Point of View - Hypnosis

I watched her jump on the sofa and couldn't help but smile.

"Look Master! I got a new pair of kitty ears! Aren't they the cutest?" she said excitedly. "I think I should wear them the next time you turn me into Kitten..."

My girlfriend was so gorgeous compared to me that most people couldn't figure out how we started to date. Which always makes me laugh in a way because in truth, she was much more than simply my girlfriend, but I couldn't very well tell people that she was also my hypnotic plaything and obedient slave.

Thankfully, the story of how we met is a fairly common story in college.

Well... The beginning of it anyway...

Pretty girl takes a class she isn't interested in, but knows it will give the credits she'll eventually get on job applications. Of course, she only aimed to pass said course and isn't truly interested in the material. Since she doesn't however, she finds herself in the sticky situation where she can't maintain a passing grade. Sadly, her calculations of getting a pass from the teacher because she's cute and flirty backfired because of his strong ethics.

Now the girl is desperate because failing an extra credit course looks much worse than not applying for the class in the first place.

Pretty girl then looks for an affordable tutor to help her get back on track and earn a passing grade. She eventually found me and as expected, she was very flirty and hinted that if I would give her some sort of discount on my tutoring fees, it would be worth my wild. Not being immune to the attentions of a pretty girl even if it was obviously a ruse to get me to tutor her for free, I offered a deal.

Since I was a psychology major, I told her that if she helped me with my hypnotherapy studies, I would help her with her class studies. I was about to add that I could use our hypnosis practice to help her focus on her classes, but she interrupted me by excitedly accepting.

Saying that she found the arrangement more than fair all while looking visibly relieved she didn't have to pay me. She was VERY skeptical about hypnosis in general and that actually helped me a lot in my studies because I had to be creative in my induction plans. Thankfully, she was a real sport about it since my tutoring was already showing promising signs in her class.

Eventually though, I was able to place her in a trance and to my utter delight, she turned out to be quite the open minded and trusting subject. Since I was a geek, she viewed me as completely harmless so her subconscious didn't put up any sort of defense when I began to explore her mind.

And tweak it...

I started slow, but when I saw that she remained clueless to my influence, even after I implanted a suggestion that she needed to be in her bra and panties for her tutoring session with me, I concluded that I could be bolder.

I knew very well that she didn't find me in any way attractive, but since she had come to trust me so completely, I had a solid base to work with and after a few clever sessions, I found a part of her that had the potential to find me attractive. Nurturing that sentiment went so much better than I could have hoped and before long, she was unconsciously dressing up extra pretty when she knew she was coming over to see me.

She didn't notice it at all when her body made every excuse to pose for me or brush up against me when I tutored her. Or at least, her conscious mind didn't notice.

Her subconscious definitely did and it fueled her growing attraction even more.

Since she proved to be so pliable, I decided to do a little experiment by having her strip naked while still in her trance. She didn't resist at all and I could even see tale tell signs that part of her was enjoying it. Getting even bolder, I had her wake up with the belief that she wasn't naked at all.

Admittedly, it was more than a little entertaining to watch her unconsciously flirt with me while she wasn't wearing a stitch of clothes. Since she still remained completely clueless to what she was truly doing, I decided to leave her subconscious with a few new things to think about before she left.

It took a few more sessions, but eventually those little sprouts of thought bore fruit as her attraction to me shifted to outright arousal. Since she had an unconscious habit to wear revealing clothes, it was plain to see how horny her body became in my presence.

And thanks to a few interesting suggestions, I was glad to see it react that much more when ever I phrased my instructions with words like 'you will do this now' instead of 'you should try this next time'. Even if I was slow and deliberate with my suggestions, it still fascinated me to no end that with all the changes I was making to her behavior, she still remained clueless, even when it became clear that our hypnosis sessions weren't at all something I could use in class.

Although... I'm sure most of my fellow students wouldn't have minded it at all if we did an 'adult' demonstration of the many triggers floating around in her mind.

Eventually, all my meddling came to a wonderful head when midterms came around and she passed her exam with flying colors. She was so happy and grateful for my help that she decided to offer me a home cooked meal at her place as a way to thank me for all my hard work. I hadn't specifically suggested anything more than a deep desire to reward me for my work, so I was pleasantly surprised by her offer.

All evening, she 'doted' and flirted with me until it was time to leave, where she honestly surprised me again by pushing me against the door so she could kiss me. I was always planning for her to feel overwhelmed by her growing attraction for me, but originally thought it would take longer to break down her preconceptions of me. It didn't take long for our lustful make out session to take us to her bedroom where she wouldn't take no for an answer.

Which may or may not be something I slipped into her mind...

Regardless, we fucked and for me, it was the best evening of my life! I learned afterwards, once we were done and I took advantage of our post coital cuddling to drop her in a trance, that unsurprisingly, even though she hadn't faked her release, it hadn't been as wonderful for her. Thankfully, her mind was so open to my influence by then that it took very little convincing to shape her memory of the event into something she thought was earth shattering and deeply meaningful.

After that first night, her attraction for me wasn't just something I had nurtured in her subconscious anymore so when we had our next hypnotic 'rendezvous', her mind took to my suggestions even better than before. So much so that she didn't even think to notice that I used a hypnosis session, which was supposed to be meant only for my studies, to have her do a long erotic strip tease for me once the 'trance' was over. As expected, she thought it was all her idea as a way to seduce me into sleeping with her again.

Which we obviously did and like before, I didn't waste the relaxing cuddling we enjoyed and dropped her back in a trance so I could work on her sexual appreciation of my meager talents in bed. Surprisingly enough, my previous 'work' had already made our second session of love-making much more agreeable for her, but nonetheless, I made sure to tweak her memories to make sure it was extra special.

Since everything had gone so well and she was still so utterly clueless about my hypnotic influence, I decided to kick things up a notch during our next session. So far, I had only made her strip during her trance while only giving her hypnotic suggestions of pleasure and enjoyment. However, once she dropped in a deep trance, I tested how she would react to a suggestion that made her masturbate. I held my breath as I watched her hand slowly make its way to her already dripping folds, but to my glee, she stayed perfectly entranced as her fingers began to play with herself.

After a long edge, I had her wake up, still naked, and talked with her as if our session was done. Like before, she gave no indication she realized she was naked, but moreover, she also didn't give off any indicators that told me she was aware she had just masturbated in front of me.

Needless to say, I started to include a lot more pleasure in her trances after that, which I made sure to link it to those initial fun suggestions that made her aroused whenever I 'commanded' her to do something. By the time we had our next fuck, I could already notice a sharp shift in her attitude in bed when I flexed my authority.

Obviously, when I dropped her after our fun, I made sure to expand those feelings and tweak her memories a little to make sure she noticed the link in her conscious mind.

To my immense delight, it worked like a charm because when we met up again for our usual tutoring, she was extra flirty and VERY attentive towards me. When we switched from our tutoring to her hypnosis session, I capitalized on that feeling and made it bloom even more into a deep desire to please me as she mindlessly masturbated for me.

By the time her trance was over, she was so overwhelmed with pleasure that she didn't even register that my cock was already in her mouth as she awoke from trance. Her desire to please mixed with her mind-melting pleasure so perfectly that she didn't miss a beat and sucked me off as if it was the most natural thing in the world.

Obviously, I wasted no time and placed her in a VERY deep trance once I came. Just to make sure she remembered how enjoyable it was to please me like that. However, I didn't have to change her memories all that much because apparently, she had enjoyed it a lot already. That surprised me because up until that point, she hadn't really bothered to pleasure me orally during our fucks and it had made me assume it was because she didn't enjoy doing it. Needless to say, after that little conversation with her subconscious and her blooming desire to please me, she found herself quite eager to try it again the next time we were intimate and of course, I subsequently made doubly sure she remembered how incredible it felt.

Once she was firmly convinced of how awesome and satisfying it was to suck and fuck me, I began to introduce suggestions that would trigger when ever we were intimate. Or... To be more precise, whenever she gave my cock pleasure.

It wasn't anything like a deep trance, but the hypnotic suggestion still pulled her down in a mild compliant trance, which ended up doubling her enjoyment of our carnal time together because by that point, her mind was more than a little addicted to being in a trance. Plus, as an added bonus, her increased compliant mindset and enhanced pleasure did wonders to continually condition her.

Cementing her deep enjoyment of my control...

After a while, I couldn't resist the urge to implant an oral pleasure trigger and even if I knew that with all I had already done, the odds were that she wouldn't even realize it was a hypnotic manipulation, I was still mildly anxious the first time I trigger her while we relaxed and watched a movie. My angst was extremely short lived however because all she did when I spoke the trigger was smile mischievously as she 'thought' about something erotic she wanted to do to me.

I still remember how satisfying it felt to watch her giggle naughtily as she moved down on the sofa so she could blow me.

Spending almost every available night over at her place also meant that I could work on her subconscious as much as I wanted. It made it so easy to substitute the way she called me when we were alone. And still, her conscious mind remained completely clueless to the fact that she had started to call me Master. Even when I came over one night and casually collared her, she didn't think it was odd or weird at all because to her subconscious, she had already surrendered herself to me a thousand time over.

I'm honestly unsure if it was because of my patience and skill or if it was simply because her mind turned out to be so pliable, but by the time she moved in with me, her mind was so open to my influence that a firm command, if repeated a few times, acted as well as triggers without the need to place her in a deep trance.

For example, I commanded her to kneel and feel aroused whenever I snapped my fingers and even if it didn't quite work the first few times she consciously obeyed, I quickly realized that the instructions took hold in her subconscious because it didn't take long for it to work as intended. Nowadays, if she sees me snap my fingers, she instantly kneels with a deep moan as her pussy moistens in anticipation.

The last step that admittedly caused me anxiety was to make her aware that I was still hypnotizing her on a regular basis. Because of how clueless she had been to everything else, I didn't HAVE to do it, but I desired with her a little more openly at home and having a subject become fascinated with her own triggers was something I wished to experience with her.

As with every other step, it turned out I had no reason to be nervous at all because the moment I proposed erotic hypnosis, her eyes began to sparkle with anticipation. All she could think about was how much more pleasure she could offer me if we started to play like that. 

Honestly, I was still surprised that it never even occurred to her that I could use my hypnotic talents in the way that I did. But she never did and we’ve grown so comfortable and happy in our relationship that even our friends stopped finding our relationship weird.

No doubt they chalk it up to being some sort of modern fairy tale where the nerdy average guy manages to conquer the heart of the pretty girl through his hidden charm and brilliant intellect.

I mean… They aren’t totally wrong…

After all, I DID conquer her in my own brilliant way.

#short story #Conquering the Dream

[popponn]

weekend news, at night. [itoshi sae x reader]

note: while im cooking i will take a break from writing by writing. no warning, use of japanese honorifics, written with post canon in mind but not explicitly said. a fluff, as usual. and am i truly in love with this guy now. writing something with him in mind is a stress reliever. somehow. un beated, not proofreaded.

“Ah! Sae-san!” you swooned, your hands clapping dramatically as you smiled towards the flat, cold expression Itoshi Sae displayed within the TV.

Across you, another Itoshi Sae—the real one, the living one—watched you with an expression that was somehow even flatter. While you did realize the judgmental stare he was giving to you, who sat across him on the dining table, you chose to promptly ignore him. Sae, who had been watching this display for an hour, decided that it was time to question your brain, “What are you doing?”

“Hmm. Fangirling, I think?” you answered whilst propping your chin on your palms. Never once your eyes left the TV on the living room. “Sae-san’s expression there is really good. I like cool guy who is pretty dry.”

At that very moment, Sae truly wondered if you finally snapped. He had heard about the negative effects of overworking and you did sleep for two hours per day for a week. The fact you pretty much went on a full day hibernation yesterday was a testament to that. But then he remembered how you sometimes gets when teasing him and maybe the slight signs of insanity had always been there.

“I’m here,” Sae eventually decided to say.

“I know, Sae. You are,” you replied. You did not spare a glance towards him as you cheered the moment Oliver Aiku entered the screen, “Ah, Aiku-chan, as handsome as always! Oh, isn’t that Isagi-kun in the background? I miss him!”

Sae really wanted to go to bed all of sudden. He didn’t want to deal with you like this on a rare, empty weekend night.

Therefore, with that in mind, Sae closed his tab and stood up. “I’m going to sleep,” he told you before promptly walking to your shared bedroom.

He could only took a few steps before he was suddenly stopped by, hugging him with a cheeky smile staring directly into him. Sae frowned and your grin grew wider. A thin veil of apology laced your words as you wrapped your hands around his back even tighter, “Sorry. Was it to much for you, Sae-san?”

His eyebrows furrowed at the nickname, “Drop it.”

You laughed, then somehow pulled him towards the bedroom whilst walking backwards like a penguin. The sour expression Sae wore didn’t fade, however he followed you nonetheless without making you letting go of him. “Sorry, sorry. Really, this time. But seeing you being that rude while being so cute really refreshed me!”

Hearing your reasoning, Sae didn’t hold back, “Is your brain really okay?”

“Has anyone who overworked for a whole week ever have an okay brain?” you asked back lightly and somehow bitterly. As the two of you approached the door, Sae pushed the tablet he had been holding in one hand towards you.

“Hold it,” he said. Thankfully, you didn’t try anything funny this time, accepting it with one hand whilst draping the other on his shoulder. Sae rested a palm behind your head and opened the bedroom door.

You let out a coo, almost identical to the one you gave to the screen just a few moments ago, “Aw. Sae wants to cuddle with me?”

Sae didn’t even bother to gave you a reply as he closed the bedroom door, the two of still embracing each other while walking to the bed like a pair of actual goddamn penguins kissing each other.

#bllk #bllk imagines #blue lock #blue lock fluff #bllk x reader #bluelock x reader #blue lock scenarios #blue lock x reader #bluelock #itoshi sae x reader #sae x reader #itoshi sae #sae itoshi #sae fluff #drabbles #sae itoshi x reader #bllk fluff #bllk sae #i dont even get why this man is so charming to me #i look at his face and oh okay thats good and i mean this in a very brainrot kind of way #sae san is very cute #unmentioned for a reason but hey maybe he is also pissed off because it was aiku chan isagi kun but he is sae san #i will proofread this in the morning

[whoopsyeahokay]

October Sun

summary: Wally might've been preoccupied with Field Day but that hadn't meant he didn't plan on getting answers. Thankfully, the universe was on his side because there you were, right where he wanted you.

pairing: Wally Clark x fem!reader

warnings: eventual smutty smut smut. and mad spoilers. and obvious Canon divergence.

as promised, here's PART SIX, no wait necessary! 🫶😅

bon reading, frens

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OCTOBER SUN pt.6

Wally grinned from ear to ear, eager for Maddie to accept the gesture Mr. Martin offered in the length and shape of a golf club. He'd spent a great deal of the morning figuring out how to coax Maddie to join in their shenanigans, proud Field Day enthusiast that he was, and was pleased as punch that she seemed to be getting into it.

He'd been there, filled with pent-up aggression and bitterness, and grief for a life that had been snatched away from him before he'd understood what it meant to live.

Contrary to what Maddie thought of him, Wally hadn't always been an upbeat, ultra-positive member of the afterlife. In fact, he'd wallowed a whole decade away, trudging the tiers of the stadium seats, seeking answers or forgiveness or enlightenment; something that would help put his world back to rights.

It never happened. He'd simply moved on. Matured, maybe. Ajay and Bernie—the autoshop pancake and bus stop tragedy, respectively—had encouraged him to open himself up to Mr. Martin's brand of therapy, and then, slowly, he'd started to relax into his place in the metaphysical world.

He hoped he could be there for Maddie the way they'd been there for him.

Which is why he hadn't made an excuse to slip away and find you. Oh, he'd tried to catch you at your locker before your first class, waited for twenty minutes after the bell had rung, but you hadn't shown up. So, he'd gone to Group in a funk that had lingered until Mr. Martin had announced his decision to proceed with Field Day.

Yet, as joyful as Wally had been to partake, something inside him had ached. The strong, honeymelt tug of the connection between you extended outward from his chest as if reaching for you through the ether. Demanded he ignore everything in the interest of finding you, took your head in his hands and made you look him in the eye—he longed so badly for you to see him.

The feeling hadn't subsided. Rather, it had burrowed deeper into his brain and challenged his thoughts, the feeling like he had somewhere he needed to be but couldn't recall the address. And it only seemed to worsen the further away he got from the main school building.

The sound of exploding glass forced Wally back to the present. Maddie swung the golf club again, shattering another window, which Wally applauded with exuberance and congratulated Maddie on another impressive attack.

"Told you you're a natural!" Wally encouraged, beaming a supernova smile that Maddie couldn't resist returning.

Charley hummed thoughtfully from his perch on the picnic table behind them and slanted a conspiratorial grin at Wally, "A real natural." He commented, "Totally sane."

"The sanest." Wally agreed and turned back to watch Maddie as she trudged around the corner of the equipment shed, gearing up to unleash her violence on the vending machines.

And then, like lightning on the breeze, Wally sensed it. You. Static down his spine, heartbeat ratcheting up, cinnamon spice on his tongue. Automatically, his gaze shifted from Maddie to a figure in the distance, clad exclusively in black, head down, features obscured by the shadow of a hood.

Wally sucked in a deep breath as subtly as he could, tasting the crispness on the air and dull notes of burnt vanilla. He could hear every step you took, the rustle of fabric as you fished your phone from your back pocket. He felt your desperation as if it was his own, how you needed to find someone right fucking now, where had he gone?

Glass erupted, sprayed the ground at Maddie's feet, crunched under her boots as she moved onto the final vending machine. Wally wasn't going to waste an opportunity when it presented itself perfectly.

"Ooh-hoh! Yes! That was—" He smacked a kiss to his fingertips, "—beautiful!" He turned to Charley, praying he wasn't demonstrating too much gusto that it raised questions. "I'm going to find more shit for us to break. Best Field Day ever!"

He took off, sprinting up the slight hill and onto the path that circled the field. Once he felt he was a safe enough distance away, he twirled on his heel to check that Charley and Maddie weren't watching. Maddie had joined Charley at the table, both now engrossed in a conversation, paying no mind to Wally.

Good.

He didn't need to seek you out, his gaze finding you easily as you marched across the grass toward the front of the school, staring at your phone like it held the secrets of the universe. Maybe it did, Wally had no idea, too intimidated to try using one of those things.

"Hey." He called once he was close enough, trailing you as you made your way into the parking lot. That feeling that had been with him all day intensified as the proximity between you lessened, white-hot and smoldering beneath his flesh.

Although you didn't answer, your back stiffened, almost imperceptible if Wally hadn't been paying such close attention, and your stride shortened marginally.

"I missed you." He confessed, breathing heavy from exertion, "Didn't see you this morning. If I didn't know better, I'd say you were trying to avoid me." He glanced at you cheekily, settling into step beside you.

You ignored him, focus fixed on your phone, though the screen was blank.

"I had things to do, anyway." Wally said, shrugging it off. "You know how it is; a lot to keep a guy busy in the afterlife."

He noticed you'd changed direction, leading you both out of the parking lot and onto the walkway that looped around to the side of the school where the bus stop stood. Part of him buzzed at the thought that you'd done it on purpose. To avoid crossing the invisible barrier that would catapult Wally straight to the 5-yard line.

Wally licked his lips, leaned into your space so his arm pressed against yours as you walked. Pinkies brushed, skin on skin, sparking electricity up his arm that burst in his chest.

He pressed on despite your resilience, "It's Field Day today. Or, Destroy the Field Day, really." He snickered at his own joke, figured he'd do it for you. "It's fun. You should try it sometime. You know, when you stop pretending you can't see me." He spun around to walk backwards, preferred to see your face even if you refused to look at him. "I could show you the ropes like I did for Maddie—"

Suddenly, you stopped in your tracks, chin lifting, eyes spiking up from your phone as you pulled down your hood in one motion. Wally froze. His pulse hammered a chorus in his ears—boom clap, boom clap—wind knocked from his lungs as slowly, so so slowly, your eyes glided to meet his.

The intensity in them pinned Wally in place. Time receded. The noise of afternoon activity dimmed. You saw. him. This was more than acknowledgment, this was proof. Proof that he took up space in your world as you did in his. He was witnessed, real, a l i v e.

Wally uttered so quietly, terrified to break the spell that bore you both in its palms, a soft and reverent, "Hello..," the weight of it catching in his throat.

As if fighting against yourself, you brought your phone to your ear in small, measured increments, gaze unwavering. Wally was enraptured by the marbling colors in its depths and couldn't help but wonder if your eyes did that whenever you peeked through the veil, or if it was a reaction unique to him.

And then that didn't matter because, for the first time, unmistakably and with intention, you spoke to him.

"What did you just say?"

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PART FIVE - PART SEVEN

note: i'm gonna do my best to get the next part up in a timely manner, but please bear with! thank you again, my dudes, for sticking with what is becoming a behemoth of a story 💀 i probably should've mentioned that it's a very involved, very dense plot, huh? 🙃

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[macsimagines]

Ex-boyfriend & Yandere!Ran Haitani

(This is my best one guys i really like it. Please tell me what you think my ask box is open!!! Ms.Mac)

TW: Stalking, gaslighting, abuse, murder Unhinged behavior

Leaving Ran wasn't easy. He never took you seriously when you kept trying to tell him you were done.

Would still show up at your place demanding sex or somewhere to crash after partying too hard.

Its like he wasn't letting you break up with him. You kept trying to make it clear you were over it and he'd just reel you back in with empty promises and sweet lies.

But then he'd go and be an asshole and smack your ass infront of his friends or call you mean names...flirt with other girls in front of you...

You're done officially. You don't even tell him in person, just shoot him a text and move out of your apartment and out of Roppongi.

You choose to block him on all platforms, change your number, you're literally cutting out every piece of him.

Of course, you're not that lucky. It only takes a week or two but he eventually shows up at your apartment demanding to know what shit you think your pulling now.

A fight ensues, you yell and he yells then you're crying and he really thinks he's slick when he tries to hug you. But you shove him away and tell him you want out of this relationship.

The way he looks at you after that is down right unsettling, but he asks you for sex. He really does ask you for "one more unforgettable night." to seal the deal.

Despite all the red flags in your gut, you cave. Anything to get rid of Ran Haitani forever.

Its great. Its actually some of the best sex of your life. It leaves a giant hole in your chest though.

You tell him no kissing, and he actually looks like he might cry, but if he can't kiss your lips he's kissing every other part of you. He treats you like an actual partner. The way he caresses your body burns from how soft it is and the way he whispers about how much he loves you and can't live without you makes you want to cry.

You just want him to fuck you and get it over with, but, the bastard, decides that for the first time during your last time he'll actually treat you like a lover.

When it's all finished Ran lays with you for an hour. You're turned away from him waiting for him to just leave. "This it then? You ain't got shit to fuckin' say to me?"

Fighting back tears you nod. This was a mistake. You can tell from the tone in his voice.

He leans in real close right above your ear and whispers; "You're never gonna have someone like me, you'll never find what we have again. I'm gonna make sure of it, Y/N."

When he finally goes he slams the door behind him and everything in the apartment rattles with the force of it.

And you lie awake that night in fear and heartbreak because you know Ran meant what he said.

It's months before you feel normal again, you've got this weird pit in your stomach that someone's watching you and at night you can feel eyes while you sleep. Things disappear from your apartment and you're starting to feel paranoid.

But eventually your friends convince you its all in your head. Soon you start going out again and trying to meet people.

Keyword trying. It's always one date and then they ghost you, you can't even get a hookup. Maybe people can tell you have too much baggage.

Finally in desperation you go out to a bar. You've got an itch and you're hoping at least one stupid fling will officially make you move on from Ran Haitani.

You meet someone and you're too drunk to care what he looks like, you don't care that his cologne is so pungent it makes you wanna gag, you don't care that he's not even going to take you to a love hotel he's just got you in an alley, you don't care that it's not Ran.

His lips are on your neck and you close your eyes. You try to picture a handsome man, maybe an idol you saw on TV but that doesn't help at all. You pray to god he just finishes quickly but then thankfully you don't feel his lips on your skin.

For one blessed second you hope he lost interest and just left you alone. But when you open your eyes you see a literal ghost.

You almost don't recognize him with his hair dyed and cut so short but its... Ran Haitani.

He's on top of the man beating him to death. The sickening sound of his fists hitting bloodied wet skin is resonating in the alley way.

You can't even stutter out one word too terrified and shocked at the sight before you. Ran has never looked this way before. Just a snarl on his face and his eyes wide and crazed.

When he's done, after the other man has stopped making any noise, dear god is he dead, he looks at you. His eyes are blood red and unfocused. His whole body is shaking but he stumbles towards you on unsteady legs.

Finally, you get your senses a little too late, You try to make a run for it but he's grabbing you and shoving you against the wall. His bloody hands on either side of your face looking you dead in the eyes.

You get a good look at him, the hair isn't the only thing that's changed he doesn't look like he's slept in weeks.

"That's fuckin' it, Y/N," he whispers, voice cracking, "Thats enough, no more of this breakup shit. You hear me, Y/N? DO YOU FUCKIN' HEAR ME?"

You nod, frantically. Tears streaming down your face. You're shaking too scared to fight back.

"Fuckin' cheating. Never thought you would baby, can't believe you'd do this me." He holds you tight in a hug the blood all over him smearing on you as well.

"My own fault. Should'a stuck by closer. You needed the attention, my own fuckin' fault." he kisses the side of your head and you can barely breath with how tight he's holding you.

"Shaking like a leaf. Fucker scared you. He got what he deserved, touchin' you like that. Pretty baby."

You're shivering and sniffling because Ran is what's scaring you, but you don't dare tell him that with his deranged rambling.

"I'll do better, baby, I'll treat you good this time. No one's gonna take you from me..."

Darkness fills your vision and you realize that Ran just knocked you out. Before you're completely unconscious you hear him say something he's only ever said once or twice.

"I love you..."

#yandere ran haitani #yandere tokyo revengers #yandere ran haitani smut #yandere tokyo revengers smut #ran haitani #ran haitani scenarios #ran haitani headcanons #ran haitani smut #ran haitani x reader #ran haitani x y/n

[ramblingoak]

Ratte Art

A little drabble set in an au where Omega runs a coffee shop called The Ghouls Den. (Thank you to the amazing @writingjourney for the art!)

~ Omega helps Copia deal with a customer that doesn't appreciate his latte art ~

Copia x GN Reader (coffeeshop au, background Terzo x Omega, nothing but fluff here, sfw, 1,300 words, not beta read)

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Omega had owned The Ghouls Den for almost 10 years now. 

He named it after the mascot of the local college, a place that held a lot of sentimental value for him.  For almost four years he had been the captain of their rugby team.  It all came crashing down when he’d injured his knee and was told he wouldn’t be able to play his favorite sport ever again.  So he ended up being forced to fall back on the business degree he had half-heartedly been working on.  

The coffee shop was right on the edge of campus.  It was his favorite place to study and eventually the owner threw an apron at him and told him if he was gonna be there all the time he might as well earn some money.  So he slowly began to learn how to make all sorts of caffeinated beverages as well as all the ins and outs of running a coffee shop.  When he graduated the owner offered him a chance to buy the place and Omega couldn’t think of a reason to tell him no.

There was only one thing that would have stopped him from buying the place (besides a severe lack of money).  Although it wasn’t so much a thing as it was a person: Terzo Emeritus.  He and Omega had met in their first year of college and despite a rocky start it didn’t take long for them to realize they were meant for each other.  Terzo was there when Omega hurt his knee and had to face the harsh truth of never playing rugby again and Omega was there when Terzo’s father, Nihil, cut him off.

Thankfully Terzo was an extremely talented artist and with his income from selling his pieces to Omega’s income from The Ghouls Den they both lived a very comfortable life.  Terzo sometimes worked at the shop (although Omega would use the term ‘work’ very loosely), but the majority of the other employees were college students.  His newest employee was hired as a favor for Terzo.  He had waltzed into the shop one day dragging a guy behind him.  Omega had vaguely recognized him, but the sideburns and mustache were definitely new.

College is for experimentation afterall.  

He hadn’t been very confident in Copia’s barista abilities at first.  Or his customer service abilities.  The guy seemed way too anxious for his own good.  After a few extremely iffy shifts Omega had decided to schedule him with Aurora during the mornings.  The perfect companion for Copia while he learned the ropes. She was his best employee, personable and quick.  Although she was a terror with sprinkles and ever since she had started Omega had been forced to double his order for them every week to keep up with her.  

Omega’s biggest worry was how Copia would handle a rude customer.  Most of the folks that came in were pretty chill.  Everyone wanted to be nice to the people providing caffeine.  But every now and then you’d get someone that seemed to be itching for a fight no matter how stupid the reason was.  Unfortunately this morning would be the real test because Omega had been pulled out of his office by the shouts of a woman from the front of the shop.  She was squared off against Copia, wearing a business suit that probably cost more than his monthly rent.  He observed for a few moments to figure out what was going on and once he did, Omega had to turn around to hide his laughter.

“Why would I want a rat in my latte?!”

“Technically it’s on your latte.”

Poor Copia, he seemed genuinely bewildered as to why this woman didn’t like his latte art. 

“Rats are pests!  They’re disgusting!”

Copia immediately straightened up and squared his shoulders.

“Rats are actually some of the most intelligent and cleanest creatures in the world.”

“Well I still don’t want one on my latte.”  While Copia just stood frozen in place Omega could see her gear up and he knew the next thing out of her mouth was gonna involve asking for him so he decided to intervene.

“Is there something I can help you with?”

He had honed his customer service voice many years ago although anyone that knew him well enough could tell he was annoyed.  Aurora was definitely one of those because out of the corner of his eye he saw her turn around, her shoulders shaking with laughter. 

“Yes this idiot seems to think putting a picture of a rat on top of my latte was a good idea.”

He was really glad Terzo wasn’t here right now.  Terzo had a protective streak a mile wide when it came to Copia and Omega knew this woman would’ve been wearing the latte if he had heard her insult his little brother.  Omega was angry enough on his own and all of his fake niceties flew out the window.

“My apologies ma’am, I’m sorry you didn’t like the rat.  We’ll skip the art next time.”

“That’s all I get?  An apology?!  You’re not going to offer to fix it or even refund me?”  

The woman’s voice was getting more shrill with each word and the line of customers behind her was growing.  He always hated dealing with this shit, but he hated giving in to rude people more.   

“You want me to fix it?  Fine.”  Omega reached around Copia and grabbed a small straw.  He plunked it into the cup and gave it a quick stir.  As the poor rat disappeared Copia sighed next to him.  Omega clapped a hand on his back before addressing the woman again.  “There, the rat’s gone.  Next!”

No one in the shop moved for a moment as they waited to see what the woman would do.  Omega was really hoping he wouldn’t have to call campus security on her.  When she finally moved it was to dump the latte all over the counter.  With a frustrated growl she turned and started shoving past the other customers towards the door.  She had just made it outside when Aurora shoved her way in between Omega and Copia, shouting after her as loud as she could.

“Have the day you deserve!”  The woman’s gasp was cut off as the door shut behind her.  “What a bitch.  I can help the next customer!”

Aurora gave Copia a quick hug and then scooted back to her register.  Copia was quiet as he grabbed some towels and started to sop up the spilled mess.

“Hey, you ok Copia?” 

“Si, si.  I’m fine.”  

Omega was pretty sure he wasn’t fine, but he didn’t want to push.  

“Don’t let someone like that bother you.  They just enjoy making everyone around them miserable.”  Copia nodded as he finished wiping the counter off.  “But maybe don’t do any more rat art, ok?”

“Yeah, you’re prob—“

“Actually I’d love a rat on my latte!”  Omega, Copia and Aurora all turned to stare at the customer that had spoken up.  They actually appeared to be blushing a bit when their eyes met Copia’s.  With a little shrug they walked up to the counter.  “Rats are my favorite animal.”

Copia’s mouth fell open and Omega was pretty sure if this was a cartoon there would be hearts coming out of the younger Emeritus’s eyes.  Another good reason Terzo wasn’t here.  The teasing would be relentless.  Omega would have to use some of his old rugby moves to make sure Terzo didn’t try to “assist” his little brother with whatever this might be and judging by how Copia and the customer were looking at each other this was definitely going to be something.

Omega knocked his shoulder against Copia’s and gave him a wink when he looked up at him.    

“One ratte coming up.”

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P.S. Ratte is rat in German (thank you again @writingjourney 🤣)

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close to home | chapter fifty seven

close to home | chapter fifty seven

plot: the reader and Daryl work on the bridge

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Pairing: Eventual Daryl Dixon x f!reader Word Count: 3,586 Warnings: violence, blood, typical twd A/N: thank you for reading!!!

As much as you were hoping you and Daryl earned a bit of downtime for all the work at the Sanctuary, there was apparently no such thing in this world. With the bridge out, work needed to be done. With Maggie’s deal with Rick, the saviors supplied most of the workforce. Still, Rick needed support. 

Setting up camp was the most annoying part, because each collective community was brought together for the first real time. There’d been smaller gatherings for trade, but nothing like this. And then there was the perimeter and setting up guard duty and watch rotations for the herd. It was a lot of work. Thankfully due to the amount of bodies you had, and because Rick wouldn’t task you with anything that would take you out of the camp, you were to help run it alongside Daryl, Carol, and Ezekiel. 

You still didn’t know if you were pregnant; Jesus hadn’t been able to find a test and you were too afraid to know the answer anyway. So you pretended the problem didn’t exist, and wouldn’t let Daryl go find a test. You knew it was ridiculous, but you just didn’t want to know yet. 

Luckily for you, two weeks after working on the bridge, you got your answer. 

“I’m not pregnant,” You said to Daryl. 

He was getting dressed for the day, and froze at your words. “Ya sure?”

“Very.”

“Oh.”

You sighed softly and slide your hands around his waist and into his back pockets. “You’re upset.”

“Nah…”

“You can tell me the truth, I won’t be mad.”

Daryl looked down at you and nodded. “‘M upset. Was gettin’ used to the idea, is all.”

“Okay…” You trailed off. “I’m sorry you’re upset. But Daryl I don’t think you should get your hopes up for something like this. If I’m infertile cause of the miscarriage-”

“I don’ blame ya for that, ain’ mad ‘bout that.”

“I know,” You pressed a hand against his chest. “I know you aren’t, honey. But if I am, kids aren’t going to happen with me. If that’s something you want…” You trailed off, not able to finish speaking. 

“Ain’ want ‘em enough to not be with ya.” Daryl said, grabbing your hand. “If it don’ happen, it don’.”

“But if it does,” You said, “If it does, it does. I was a little disappointed too.”

“We take whatever comes at us then?”

You nodded and stood on your toes to kiss him. “Yes. And right now, we’ve got to build a damn bridge.”

***

Another week passed by quickly, and the building of the bridge progressed nicely. Spending so much time around family was nice. You saw Carol and Ezekiel every day, Aaron, Tara, and Enid. Siddiq was at the camp, and even Henry. With the exception of the saviors, you would’ve been the happiest you’d been in a long time. 

Despite the long and grueling days, you and Daryl came together at the end of every night. It was always slow, and he had to keep you quiet. To you, it seemed like he was purposely trying to get you pregnant. But you didn’t care; he was your husband, and you loved being with him, you wanted it every night just the same, and you knew this was him coming to terms with what you already expected. You were most likely infertile, and children were out of the question. So you opened your legs for him every night and let him make love to you because you needed the reassurance, and he needed to know. 

And it made your days more interesting. You began to play a little game with him, and although he told you to stop every time, you knew he loved it. 

So you smiled as you passed him that morning, and grabbed his hand and pulled him down so you could whisper in his ear. “I was thinking tonight you can put me on my knees, bend me over. Might not be able to keep me quiet, though.” 

His face immediately turned red and he shook his head. “Get outta here with that crap,” He gruffed, which only made you laugh, and his blush worsen. 

You didn’t see him again until a group of saviors showed up, ones to replace a few that had walked off. When you saw Justin in the group you wanted to scream and demand Rick send him back. But you needed the people, you needed the bridge, and everyone was putting up with crap like this. 

Still, you found Daryl quickly in the med tent.

“Daryl?” You asked as you stepped in. Enid was wrapping his hand. “What happened?”

“Fuckin’ smacked it with the hammer.” 

You chuckled and walked over to him. “We can go to the bank after lunch and you can dip it in the cold water for a while.”

He gruffed and didn’t say anything. 

“All set, try not to hit it again,” Enid said, which made you laugh. 

As you and Daryl walked out, he turned to look at you. “What ya need, darlin’?”

You smiled at the one and only pet name he called you, but then remembered why you were there in the first place. “Justin is here. I’ll be fine with him here. I can handle it. But I figured I’d let you know so you don’t fly off the handle.”

Daryl sighed and looked around. “I can send him back.”

You shook your head. “We need the help. Besides, I’ve got my machete know. If he fucks with me, I’ll take his balls.” 

Daryl chuckled and shook his head. “Crazy girl.”

“I’m gonna head back over to Carol. Come find me when we break for lunch. I wanna eat with you, old man.”

***

For the first day, Justin left you alone. He stared, and sent you a few winks when you met his eyes, but it was just that. You didn’t tell Daryl because you knew he’d freak, and the bridge was more important than an idiot sending you a few winks. 

He’d only been here three days when he finally approached you. 

“Rumor has it you married Dixon,” Justin said, pointing towards your ring. “Tell me, how does divorce work in this world? Or do you technically have two husbands?”

You grimaced and turned around to face him. “Hello Justin, such a pleasure seeing you again.”

“Bet the only pleasure you get. Where is Daryl anyway?” He looked around. “I don’t see him around to help you.”

“Think again, asshole.”

You turned when you heard Daryl’s voice, who immediately put himself between you and Justin. You grabbed your machete handle, your other hand on the gun strapped to your leg, just in case. 

“Ah, there’s the big man,” Justin said. “I was just having a chat with (Y/N).”

“Yeah, heard it all.” Daryl said. “I don’ wanna see ya near her again, ya hear me? Ya don’ look at her, ya don’ talk to her, don’ even think about her!”

Justin smiled and looked back at you. “That’ll be hard. I think about her every night. Ironic, don’t yout think?”

Daryl grabbed Justin by the shirt and before he could throw the first punch, you grabbed his arm. “He’s just doing it to get a rise out of you, Daryl.” You said. 

“Don’ fuckin’ talk to her, ya hear me? She won’ be able to stop me next time.”

“But I’ll be able to think about her, right?”

Before Daryl could hit him, you put yourself between the two and pushed Justin backwards. He hadn’t been expecting how quick you were, and he stumbled slightly. 

“Yeah, sure,” You said, pushing him again. “You could think about me all night long, Justin. You could think about fucking me all night long,” You pushed him for the last time. “But it won’t be the real thing. Someone else will be doing that to me. Now get back to fucking work!” 

Justin smiled with annoyance and then walked away. You shook your head and turned back to Daryl. He was visibly angry, and you knew he had a lot of steam to blow off. You grabbed his hand, rubbing the tension away before bringing it up to your lips. 

“I know it’s hard but you have to ignore what he says.” You said. 

“Nah, not when it comes to ya.”

You kissed his hand again. “Wanna go blow off some steam? Bet no one will notice if we sneak off for a quickie.”

At least, he cracked a smile and you were sucessful. “Ain’ ya got work you could be doin’ right now?”

You stood on your toes to kiss his cheek. “Yes, but I would much rather play.”

***

Justin left you along for the next few days, but you knew he kept his glances. And you knew he was talking about you to the saviors. You heard a rumor of yourself about having a threesome with Negan and Sherry, which made your heart ache in more than one way. But of course you ignored it, and prayed Daryl hadn’t heard it. 

Whenever the two of them were in the same vicinity, you made sure to keep an eye on them. But other than a few gestures, Justin didn’t say much to Daryl, and your husband kept his distance. But you knew he was dying to kick Justin’s ass and as much as you wanted to see it, you would rather it didn’t happen. 

On one particularly hot morning, you were helping Henry hand out water. He had asked you too, because when you were at the Kingdom you taught him how to use a machete, and you’d been close ever since. He reminded you a lot of Carl, which was both beautiful and agonizing. 

Daryl and Aaron were working together on a part of the bridge, and you overheard Aaron telling Daryl he would be a great dad someday--which meant Daryl must’ve told him.

“Hey handsome,” You said as you approached Daryl and Aaron. “And double handsome. I’ll let you two figure out which one is which.” 

Aaron laughed as he stood up. “I’ve missed you at Alexandria, when are you coming home?”

“Probably after the bridge, but we haven’t decided yet.” You said. “How’s Gracie?”

Aaron smiled widely and launched into a story about his daughter, and you loved the shining look in his eyes. You wondered if Daryl would have that look one day. But then you shook that thought from your head. He wouldn’t. He said he was okay with it. 

“You guys want some water?” Henry asked after Aaron finished his story. 

“I’d love some,” Aaron said. 

Henry filled the cup up for him, and then you made him fill another one up for Daryl. If you didn’t make sure he was taking care of himself, who would?

“I’ll see you guys later,” You said, reaching down to ruffle Daryl’s hair--which he promptly swatted your hand away. 

You and Henry walked down the line, offering some water and chatting with a few other people. You switched off so he could carry the jug off water on his request, because it would help him get stronger. So you couldn’t exactly say no to that, even if you felt bad for having a kid carry it. 

Sadly for you, you didn’t notice Justin until it was too late, and Henry was tapping him on the shoulder. When he turned around, he smiled immediately when he realized it was you. 

“Want some water?”

“Yeah, thanks,” He said, taking the cup. He drank quickly and when he finished he looked at you as he licked his lips. “Hmm, so wet.”

You cringed and wrapped your arm around Henry, thanking God the little boy didn’t understand Justin’s crude remark. 

“Wait, hold up, I’m still thirsty.” Justin said. 

“No, no. There’s not enough. You can’t.” Henry said. You tried to jump in before Justin could do anything, but you weren’t fast enough. 

“Give it a rest, kid,” He said as he shoved him to the ground.

“Hey!” You yelled, “What the hell is wrong with you?”

But Henry was up quick with his stick, and in a second, Justin was lying on the ground. You couldn’t help but laugh loudly. You and Henry grabbed the water jug and went to move away, but you heard footsteps and felt a hand wrap around your arm tightly and tug you backward. 

“Ow, let go of me!” You yelled, trying to get your arm out of Justin’s grasp. You heard Henry yelling to defend you when you saw Daryl coming up behind Justin, and grabbing the same arm that held yours. 

“Let her go, now.” Daryl said. 

Justin snorted and shoved you away. You tripped over Henry’s stick and your head hit the wood with a smack. 

You didn’t need to look to know that Daryl threw the first punch, and you grimaced as you stood up. “Henry, back up, now.” You told the kid. Justin was on the ground in a pile of sand and you walked over to Daryl. 

Your husband grabbed you and tried to block the sand from hitting your face, but it hit you anyway and your eyes stung. You shuffled a little bit at the loss of vision and started wiping them with your shirt sleeve. You heard a body slam into the ground and through teary eyes you saw Daryl and Justin in a fight. 

“Hey!” Aaron yelled, trying to push through but one of Justin’s friends was blocking him. 

You grabbed a spare piece of wood and lined up your shot to hit Justin with it when an arm wrapped around your waist and dropped you to the ground. Your face hit the a pile of wood and you felt blood flow from your nose and from somewhere else. It was some other savior, one you didn’t really recognize and you glared as you stood up, watching as he was going to help Justin. 

Before the man could take two steps, you jumped onto his back and wrapped an arm around his neck. You used your other hand to grab a fist full of his hair. 

“Stupid bitch,” The man grunted and you pressed your arm further into his neck. 

At this point, Daryl and Justin were on their feet, and Aaron and the savior were about to start a fight of their own. Your fingers twitched in anger and you dropped your feet down from around his waist, pulling his body backwards with your weight until he fell. You pulled out your machete and dropped so that one foot pressed against his right wrist, and you had your knee digging into his chest. You pressed the machete against his neck. You had him pinned. 

“Stop! Everybody stop!” Rick was yelling. “Enough! Brother, enough!”

You took a second to glance at Daryl, who must’ve had Justin pinned by the neck due to the color of his face. But now Daryl had his hand wrapped around Justin’s shirt, and another fist ready for a blow. 

“Let them go. Daryl, (Y/N), now.” 

You sighed and pulled back the machete. But you leaned down close the man’s face. “You fucking touch me again I’ll kill you. Just like all your other little fucking friends.” You spat blood onto the man’s face.

“(Y/N)!”

You got off the man and put your machete away, ignoring the way that Rick was glaring at you. You wiped blood from your face onto your arm and you looked at Daryl, who was still fuming and pacing back and forth. 

Someone grabbed your arm and you looked to see Carol, who was looking between you and Henry. She mouthed a thank you before wrapping an arm around her shoulder. 

“We need to get her to the med tent, now, get out of the way.” She snapped at the people still on the bridge. 

That got Daryl’s attention, and he finally turned to you. “Shit,” You heard him mumble as you passed him.

“I’m fine,” You reassured him, but he followed you anyway. 

Enid was waiting for you when you got there, having heard the fight and knew someone would need help. Carol helped you sit down and Enid worked away at cleaning off the blood from your face. “You’ll need a few stitches by your eyebrow, your nose looks okay and so does you lip.” She told you. 

“Who was it?” Daryl asked no one in particular. “Who fuckin’ did that to you?”

“The guy with the red hair, Johnny, or something,” Carol said with her arms crossed. Daryl sighed and headed towards the tent opening. 

“Daryl! Get your ass back here, now!” You yelled. 

“Nah, Imma go beat the shit outta him.”

“Daryl Dixon I said get back here now!” You yelled, pushing Enid’s hand away and standing up. “Your wife is bleeding and needs stitches, so you’re going to sit next to me until it’s done!”

He finally stopped and shook his head, but turned around regardless. You heard Carol chuckle as you sat back down. 

“Take my hand, thank you very much,” You said as Daryl sat next to you, doing as you told him. “You’re welcome for taking on Johnny or whoever the hell that was. It would’ve been them against you.” You said before looking at Enid, giving her a nod. 

Carol laughed lightly and shook her head. “You two are ridiculous.”

Daryl grunted and you ignored his grump attitude as you squeezed his hand while Enid started stitching the gash above your eyebrow. You felt him squeeze your hand back. 

Enid was halfway through the stitches when Rick walked into the tent and came up to you. “Are you okay?”

“Better than when I got stabbed.” You said, lightly wincing. Enid reassured you it was almost over. 

“What happened?”

“Fuckin’ Justin. I told ya the asshole was no good!” Daryl said, dropping your hand to stand up. “Been harassin’ (Y/N) since day one, and pushed Henry to the ground. Pushed her too. I want him gone!”

“Daryl, we only have a few more days.” Rick said.

“So that asshole get a free pass? Is that it? What about the man that did that to her?” Daryl pointed at you. Enid was layering on an ointment over your cuts, and a few bandages to help pull the skin back together. 

“I don’t like it either, but we’re in a rush to get the work done. He’s strong. The saviors are half our workforce and we’ve had too many walk off already.”

“Yeah, cause that’s who they are. Some of them ain’t ever gonna fall in line just cause ya say so.” Daryl spat back. 

You and Carol shared a look as Enid finally finished fixing your face.

“Daryl’s right,” Carol chimed in. “These people have never had to live together. We can’t expect them to just forget what’s happened.”

“It’s hasn’t been easy. I know. It’s won’t be, not for a while, but it’s not about forgetting. It’s about moving ahead, all of us, together. We keep doing that, they’ll see we’re all on the same side.” Rick said. 

“Are we, though? Are we on the same side, Rick?” Daryl asked as he came over to you, helping you stand up. You took the water Enid offered you, and drank it quickly. She then handed you some bread from Alexandria. 

“Well, you tell me.” Rick said. 

Daryl’s arm wrapped around your waist and he took the water canteen from you. “Thing is, man, I’ve been tryin’ to. But ya don’ seem to want to hear it. And I ain’ lettin’ my wife pay for it. Any one of ‘em touches her again, I’m killin’ ‘em. You won’ be able to stop me next time.”

Daryl forced you to talk forward and you followed him out of the tent and into the hot air. You glanced at him as he led you over to your shared tent and followed him inside. He was pacing immediately and chewing on his fingernail. 

You chewed slowly on the bread Enid gave you before you split it in half and offered the other piece of him, which he refused. You set it aside for him to eat after. He never ate when he was hungry. 

“Daryl.”

“Daryl.”

“Daryl!”

“What?”

“Sit. Let me look at your face.”

He sighed but sat down next to you, and you carefully looked at the bruises on his face. Justin only seemed to get one good punch right below his eye, and you carefully touched it to. It didn’t seem too deep, and there was no blood. But it would leave a nasty bruise.

Daryl grabbed your face with his hands. “‘M so sorry.”

“It’s not your fault.”

“Shoulda dealt with him a long time ago, first time he said somethin’ to ya.”

“That’s very sweet, honey, but I asked you not to and you were respecting me.” You told him, letting him look over your face to make sure you were okay. “You were just looking for an excuse to knock him on his ass, be honest.”

He snorted and gently pressed his finger to the cut on your lip. “It hurt much?”

“Stings. I’m okay. I’ve been through worse.”

“Don’ remind me.”

You smiled and kissed his hand before it left your face. “Thank you. For what you did. You didn’t have to, but thank you.”

He shook his head. “Don’ gotta thank me, darlin’.”

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You said you were willing to start writing for other characters again, so would you mind writing something for Kazuha? I miss him :,((

I don’t have a specific prompt in mind, so you get free reign :]]

OH ?!?! A request for my original bb ?!??! Aight !! 👀👀 Prio-ing this for now because I'll be real i miss Kazuha too 💔

「 ### : 」 Modern AU, established relationship, Reader knows how to apply makeup (eyeliner, specifically) but no use of pronouns were used for reader. Domestic fluff! Reader puts makeup on Kazuha just because you can lol

Reblogs are greatly appreciated !!

"Kazuha!" you hiss, grabbing hold of his chin again when he tries to flinch away. "Fucking— hold still! You're gonna make me screw up the wing! Again!"

"Sorry, sorry," he says sheepishly. Blessedly, he doesn't try to open his eyes and just lets you guide him back into position. You squint critically at the work you've done so far. Thankfully, his sudden movement hadn't messed up the eyeliner job you've given him. It was still in tact and both wings were relatively symmetrical.

"Your breath tickles more than you know, I think," Kazuha chuckles quietly, eyes still closed and doing his best not to move. You still shush him, though, but his smile does not waver.

Even if he can't see you, you're just so cute when you focus.

The thin, tiny eyeliner brush brushes against his lashes while you fill in the wing, and against his best efforts his eyelid twitches. But you somehow manage to still power through, and eventually you're releasing your grip on his chin.

"Don't open them yet," you tell him— thankfully just before he had done just that. "Let me check if it's all good."

And gods, you're so happy that you decided to skip doing an eyeshadow look on the guy because with all the erasing and re-applying you had to do to get to this point, you think you would have gone mad if you had to deal with eyeshadow, too.

"Mm, looking pretty, babe." You don't even try to hide how proud you are of your skills. And Kazuha, bless his heart, just lets you preen with a noise of agreement even though he has yet to open his eyes. "Wings as sharp as mine. Hah! Not bad for a for-funsies thing, mhm."

"Can I open now?" Your boyfriend asks, amused.

"Oh! Right right, go ahead."

You turn him around in your little vanity stool so that he can see his reflection in your (overpriced) mirror and his mouth opens in surprise.

"You're right," Kazuha says, eyes not straying from his own reflection "I do look pretty."

"Damn right you do!" you crow, arms crossed over your chest. He stands and pushes his face up against the mirror, only closing one eye so that he can admire the clean, crisp work of your brush. He backs up, inspects it from differing angles, and never tries to silence his noises of awe. He's smiling, in part because you really did a great job and he absolutely does rock the eyeliner, but also because it's so cute to see you so proud of your work.

"You did great. 'Wings so sharp they could cut'," Kazuha quotes you from earlier before you started, and you laugh as you echo him.

"You better up your game, babe," he says, his smile turning into a mischievous little grin as he meets your eyes through the mirror. "If I look like this every time I put on some liner, I might just slay harder than you."

"Ha! I'd like to see you try!"

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Solace m.m

hehe a self indulgent piece because i can,. sorry in advance

Summary(1316 words): You have a depressive episode and Matt comforts you

Warnings: depression, mentions of SH and su*c*de, angst, hurt/comfort

The door to your apartment had been deadbolted and all of the windows were locked. A sliver of light had made its way through the blinds, barely illuminating the darkness that permeated your apartment. It irked you. But you didn’t possess the energy to stand up and shut them.

You shut off your phone earlier when you saw the amount of missed calls and messages from your friends and boyfriend. The notifications on the screen yelled at you and pointed a condemning finger in your face. You hadn’t shown up to work the last three days and lied to your friends- and Matt- when they wanted to know what you were up to, telling them you were busy. You weren’t busy, you just wanted to be alone. You needed to be alone. Why couldn’t they understand that? 

Avoiding Matt was the real challenge. You knew he’d listen to your heartbeat while you spilled your lies in front of him. Thankfully, his days were taken up by court cases and patrolling, making it easier to feed him your fabrications over the phone. You felt like a fraud lying to everyone around you, but you knew they were better off.

You were void of energy, the intrusive thoughts spending every second they could ripping you apart and leaving only bits and pieces for you to someday stitch back together. Being awake was excruciatingly unbearable. Taking warm baths, eating three meals a day, journaling, taking deep breaths-things that were supposed to help- hadn’t seemed to aid your progressively worsening mood.

The last seven hours were spent curled up at the end of your bed without a blanket- you couldn’t be bothered. You kept your eyes closed, trying to catch sleep, but it didn’t want you. The dreams you turned to for solace had abandoned you, leaving you with the bleak and dismal emptiness you’d been trying to escape.

Please, just five minutes. I’m tired. You begged your mind for the thousandth time. Please.

The rapid rapping at the entrance of your apartment interrupted your pleads. You pried your eyes open. Knock! Knock! Knock! Knock! “Y/n!” Your boyfriend, Matt, yelled. His knocks reverberated around the walls of your apartment. “Y/n, I know you’re there. Please open the door.” He waited for a response. You stayed in place. Silence was all he got. Matt squeezed his eyes shut and planted his forehead on your front door. “Please, my love…” You wanted to move. You wanted to open the door and pretend everything was okay. But you couldn’t.

All you could do was shut your eyes again and wait for him to leave. You knew he would,-everyone does eventually- but that didn’t stop your heart from shattering when the silence had filled your apartment again. Your throat ached and your eyes burned, but you didn't allow the tears to fall. I deserve it. You thought bitterly. This is what I get for putting him through this. He shouldn’t have to deal with this…with me.

You laid still for five quiescent minutes before you heard it. The sound of his rushed footsteps in your living room, growing louder as they got closer to you. You looked up, embarrassed that he had to walk past the mess that had collected in your apartment. Dirty dishes piled in the sink, half-eaten bowls of food on the coffee table, unwashed clothes on your bedroom floor, the rotting flowers on your nightstand Matt had given you a few weeks ago, just a mere five feet away.

You watched Matt’s black shoes as they approached the end of your bed. They were scuffed, but still had a bit of shine to them. “Y/n?” He kneeled, placing a hand on your cheek, caressing it. “I-I thought you were hurt…Are you okay? I’ve been trying to call you- we all have. I- talk to me, love.”

“I…don’t know…” You croaked.

“Did you-” Matt cleared his throat. “Did you hurt yourself?” You shook your head under his palm, taking a deep breath. His right hand took the hand that rested near your face and interlocked his fingers with yours. “Were you planning to?” Your heart jumped at the question. You shakily exhaled and rolled over so you were now facing the ceiling. You didn’t want to answer his question. Was it better to lie or to tell the truth? “Why didn’t you tell me? I can help- Foggy and Karen can help. You don’t have to deal with this alone, you know that right?”

Matt spoke gently, as if he were afraid speaking any louder would break you. Your bottom lip trembled. You held your breath and counted to ten before releasing the air from your lungs. Matt noticed your attempt at avoiding feeling your emotions and kissed the back of your hand. His lips lingered for a moment. “It’s okay to cry, y/n.” He got up and climbed onto the bed with you promptly after kicking off his shoes. 

“I-I don’t want to, Matt. It hurts too much.” Matt’s heart ached at your words. He held you tight in his arms and kissed your forehead, your temple, your nose, any space on your face his lips considered deserted. He’d never seen you like this before. You’d been together for years and for the most part you were usually the one putting him back together- physically and emotionally.

“You don’t have to hold it in anymore. It hurts to see you torture youself.” The first tear slipped. Then another. And another. You sobbed for what felt like a lifetime, gripping onto Matt’s button up, completely soaking it. The pain you’d been keeping in had finally been released.

—----

You sat in between Matt’s legs, your back against his chest. His chin tucked in the space between your shoulder and neck. Matt ran a comforting hand down your arms and up to your shoulders. “How long have you been feeling like this?”

You cleared your throat before speaking. “Two weeks, I think? It was tolerable at first…but then it got really bad a few days ago. It’s been so long since I’ve felt like this, I actually thought I was better..” He kissed your neck as you played with his fingers. “I forgot how bad I used to get…” Your voice gradually dwindled down to a speck. You felt his breath tickle your skin as he spoke.

“Progress isn't a straight line, my love. There wouldn't be ups without downs. You have to give it time, the same way you gave me time two years ago.” You turned to look at him, knowing he was referring to the Midland Circle building collapsing on him. Those months had been detrimental to your relationship. You dealt with the grief of Matt’s unofficial death before finding out he had been recovering at St. Agnes Church in that time. Then you had to deal with a self-destructive and borderline suicidal boyfriend-not that he wasn’t already. It took almost a year for Matt to fully feel like himself again. “I know you feel like you’re undeserving of it, but you’re not. You deserve more than you know and if I have to pluck every star out of the sky to prove it to you, I will.”

“I- What did I do to deserve you?” You breathed out. You leaned in and tenderly placed your lips on his. He pulled you in closer, the taste of your salty tears being replaced by his sweet warmth. You relished in his love. You slowly pulled away and whispered. “I thank the universe everyday for you, Matthew.”

“I love you.” Another kiss. And maybe another. “Is it okay if I call Karen and Foggy to help clean the apartment up?” You nodded. Another kiss. “Do you want to stay at mine tonight?”

“Can I stay tomorrow too?”

“You can stay as long as you want, my love.”

#matthew murdock #matt murdock fanfic #matt murdock x you #matt murdock x reader #matt murdock x y/n #matt murdock imagine #daredevil #daredevil x y/n #foggy nelson #karen page #angst #hurt/comfort

[andmaybegayer]

After I deleted a bunch of projects (thankfully non-critical, though representing a great deal of work in total) during a recent fresh OS install, I realized that my backup practices are practically non-existent. Any tips or sources on getting started making, and eventually automating, effective backups?

I am stealing the concept here from jwz's backup guide, but I am recommending different tools, focusing on personal files only, and also addressing Windows. jwz's guide is a good reference:

Doing a way, way better job than most people of backing up one single system is very easy. Let us begin.

The most basic step of having decent backups is getting your hands on two external hard drives at least big enough to hold your entire system, and putting a label on them that says "BACKUP ONLY DO NOT USE FOR ANYTHING ELSE I AM BEING FOR REAL HERE"

Once you've got those, plug one into your system wherever it spends the most time. If you have a desktop then that's solved, if it's a laptop hopefully you already have a USB hub you plug it into when you sit down to work or whatever and you can just leave it there.

Now set up regular scheduled backups to that device. On Windows and Mac, there's a built in tool for backing up your system to an external drive. We'll assume that you just want to back up your user files on Windows and Linux, since doing full system backups isn't tricky but is kind of unnecessary.

(Ugh. Windows seems to be trying to phase out Windows Backup and Restore in favour of their File History thing. That's annoying, let me log in to windows and check how this actually works. Mac in the meantime)

Mac has Time Machine. Time Machine is extremely good, and you can tell Time Machine to save its backups to a disk. Point Time Machine at your external hard drive and tell it to schedule a backup however frequently you want. If anything goes wrong in the future, you can ask Time Machine to look at that backup disk and it'll show you a few versions of whatever you backed up there. I'm not a Mac user but I think you can even use Time Machine to transfer between an old computer and a new one.

Windows now has File History which I have never used in my life, they added it after I stopped using Windows. Same idea though, pick some folders and back them up to an external storage device. If anything goes wrong, use File History to go back through that device and find the version of the file you wanted. I don't know if there's still a way to access the older Backup and Restore system.

On Linux, my favoured way to manage simple desktop backups is Deja Dup, a GUI for Duplicity. Duplicity can do a lot more than just backup to a disk, but we'll start there. Install Deja Dup, open it up, and follow the prompts to back up your user files to the external drive. Deja Dup can also do backups to remote storage servers, Google Drive/Onedrive, and commercial storage providers like Amazon and Backblaze. It will even encrypt your backups if you are worried about Amazon spying on your files or whatever. If something goes wrong, point Deja Dup at your backup drive and it will offer you a suite of restore options covering a few versions.

Now, you have a permanently plugged in hard drive that will always get rolling backups you can restore from. These aren't safe from, say, ransomware, or your house burning down, but at least you won't lose anything when you update a computer or accidentally delete something and have an ohshit moment.

Now you take that other drive you bought, and do the same backup you're already doing to that. Now you go put it somewhere else where it's readily accessible and won't be accidentally used for anything, keep it at the office, give it to your dad, whatever. Set a reminder on your phone for once a month. Once a month, go get that drive, run another backup, and put it back. You now have better backups than many medium sized businesses.

This is impractical to scale beyond one PC, but if we're being honest even when I had like half a dozen laptops, only one contained much of value. Back up the system you care about.

Don't worry too much about making sure your backups are space efficient, like, yeah it would be a good idea to exclude game installs and stuff from your backups to save space but if that sounds daunting or time consuming literally do not do it. Decision paralysis is brain poison, just back it up and sort it out later. 2TB external hard drives are cheap.

FURTHER STEPS YOU CAN TAKE:

Easy Cloud backup: Backblaze personal backup on Windows and Mac is $6/month and pretty easy to use. If you are struggling to keep track of a monthly remote backup, or you want an easy remote backup. Backblaze is a reasonably reliable company and one of the Go To Companies in the world of data reliability. Yes, it's a cloud subscription. If you don't want that don't use it.

Network backup: If you have access to a storage server, that can be a good way to make a remote backup without having to shuttle disks around. That could be a physical server if you maintain some kind of lab, or it could be a cloud storage provider like Backblaze B2 or Onedrive or whatever. Deja Dup specifically supports backing up to a lot of different network storage providers, and even if you only have a fifty or sixty gigabytes of network storage on hand, your most essential personal files can probably fit in there.

Drive failures: Eventually one of your drives will fail, either your storage drive or your backup drive. If the storage drive fails, well, that's what the backup is for, go get a replacement and restore from the backup. If your backup drive fails, well, that's why you have two of them. As soon as humanly possible go get a replacement drive, and substitute it in for the dead one.

#computer stuff #kelp-of-discontent #ask #backups

[zuffer-weird-girl]

Where Hawks has a pregnant wife & she delivers easily with a healthy pair of twins, boy & girl, but she has complications afterwards. It takes hours, but the doctors say that she's a fight. She does eventually recover & despite being bleary, she basically goes, "Fuck that shit, I can't leave you alone to take care of them on your lonesone. Sorry Heihei, but you're stuck with me." She calls him Heihei when he says or does something real dumb &, according to her, the idea that she'd just give up & leave him without giving whatever Reaper that comes to collect a hell of a fight was real dumb.

"One of them has wings!" He spoke with wide eyes as he watched the picture of the ultrasound on his hands... his own pair of bright red feathers flapping and puffing at the image he held between his fingers.

"The doctor said that both of them are health." You spoke with a laugh while you sat down next to him.

Considering that both of you were still young you and him had your worries when you two discovered you were pregnant after only half of year living together. But thankfully you and your husband managed to work it out, despite Keigo's constant worrying...

Your smile dropped when you saw the serious expression he wore as he placed the ultrasound picture on the coffee table.... his messy bush eyebrows furrowed as his knee bounced slightly before coming to s stop when you placed a hand over it.

"What's on your mind heihei?" He widened his eyes a bit before chuckling at the sound of the iconic nickname you had given him before sighing.

"Deja vuu I guess... my father wasn't the best with dealing with me and honestly I think he despised my wings... I just thought that... how can you treat something so... small, and fragile like that? I mean, I almost teared up at just seeing the ultrasound..." he mumbled as you cupped his cheeks to gently place a kiss.

"That's because you are different than him. And that only means what a great father you will be." You smiled at him as his frown to be replaced by a soft brown eyed gaze to look back at you.

"You do have a way with your words dove..." he mumbled on your lips before kissing sweetly "I hope that those two get your attitude."

"Oh no, I lost that hope. They probably gonna be little shit just like you." He gasped in false offense as you laughed at his mocking hurt expression.

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He honestly thought he almost crashed the window of his agency when he received the call... he was talking with Endeavor until his phone ringed with your number on its screen... only for him to answer and not to hear your voice, but from a paramedic.

The wind blew harshly at his feathers, hair and face. But he didn't care. He didn't care if looked good or not for the public when he discovered that in the middle of work his wife was about to give birth and he was once again far away from her.

He crashed inside the hospital and ignored all the coos of his fans for once as he almost tripped when he ran to the receptionist... who also was in glee to see him despite his fearfully and anxious expression.

"Please, I received a call my wife was about to give birth, where is she? Is she okay?!"

"Oh! You and your wife will have a kid?!" She exclaimed in shock as he mentally face palmed.

It was suppose to be a secret from the media and public... he begged you to it for you to just have a moment of peace and prevent the best you both could for you to have any stress to affect the twins.

"Y-yeah where-"

"Oh my Hawks-san congratulations!" She clapped her hands in glee while he was freacking out.

"Thanks. Where is she by the way? You already know her name so-" he tried to make his nerves with a charming laugh as she asked him to wait a minute as she talked on her phone only to minutes later to give the directions.

He bowed in thanks and rushed to the said directions only to be once again stopped by nurses and doctors.

"Where is she?! Is she okay?!"

"Sir please calm down a bit-" The male nurse tried but he knly freaked out more.

"Hawks san, I'm sorry but you can't enter right now. There were some complications and your wife had to go into a emergency c-section." The doctor spoke before gently parting him on the shoulder

"What?" He breathed in horror as his legs almost gave out.

"Get him a cup of water-" She instructed the nurses "I know is difficult, but try to remain calm, we are doing everything we can to make sure both your kid and your wife get out of this situation unharmed."

"Unharmed?! What the hell even happened while I was out?!"

"Sir I can't explain to you right now, they need me inside there. Now please sit on the waiting room and try to remain calm alright? Try to call a relative if it will help you out a bit..." She spoke gently before rushing to get her clothes to get inside the room you were in as he dropped on the chair... knees blucing at high speed as he grasped at his golden hair and pulled slightly as his eyes burned.

When a nurse handled him a cup of water he almost gagged when he spoke.

"P-Please, at least tell me if my wife has any chance of losing her life... or my kids..."

The nurse frowned at the hero before sighing the dreadfully words he surely didn't wanted to hear nor helped him at all.

"I dont know Hawks san. I don't know..."

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It honestly took just a hour after what happened but to him it seemed he was sitting on that cursed waiting room chair for years.

When the same doctor appeared and took her mask off to show him a smile he visibly relaxed but his anxieties were still high as he stood up like a lightening bolt.

"Congratulations mister number two hero. You're now the father of one girl and one boy. Both clearly healthy."

He blinked tears away before he widened his eyes once again.

"How is she? Is she..-"

"She is fine and if you want you can enter right now-" before she could finish her sentence he stormed in and sobbed at seeing your tired figure laying on the bed while holding two bundles of blankets on both fo your arms.

You were okay... you were fine...

Your tired eyes spotted him on the entrance and a small smile appeared on your lips.

"Hello there daddy." You murmured as he carefully took steps closer to you before cupping your cheeks and peppering your sweaty face with kisses as he tried to keep his tears away.

"I'm so so sorry love.. I'm sorry you had to go through that alone, I'm sorry I couldn't be here for their birth, I'm sorry that i-"

"Heh now stop being ridiculous.. you were working and I suddenly happened, that's fine." You whispered as he kissed your forehead.

"God I thought I lost you ... the nurses and doctors wouldn't tell me and I just-"

"Did you seriously thought that I would let that happen you idiot?" You laughed weakly while he frowned "I can't just leave you alone to take care of two kids all by yourself. Sorry heihei, but you are stuck with me for good. Not even the geim reaper will take me away from you."

He let out a short laugh as he nuzzle the top of your head.

"How can you joke about stuff like that so occasionally, I mean come on I thought this was my thing..." he whispered before looking down at the two newborns sleeping on your arms.

He shakily exhaled when extended his arms as you smiled at him carefully grabbing the baby girl on his arms and sweetly carrying the blanket she was bundled up to feel the two little numbs on her small back where in some time it will grow wings.

"They're so beautiful..." he whispered in awe as you rocked the boy in your arms sweetly "Just like you..."

"Just like us..." You corrected him as he was still lost looking between both his son and daughter.

"... can I name the boy Enji the second-"

"If you dare to do that I'm kicking you out of this room right now Takami Keigo." You groaned in warning as he chuckled while apologizing.

He was still considering naming your kid that though.... please don't let him.

#hawks x reader #keigo takami x reader #takami keigo x reader #bnha heroes x reader #bnha heroes #hawks #zuffer writings

[obsessedwithstarwars]

Short Nocturn in Gotham prompt

I have an idea, and no brain space for it so here ya go. If anyone makes a story off this, please tag me!

This is a dp x dc crossover. And Anger Management because I’m obsessed with Jazz x Jason.

Jazz lives in Gotham, and works as a psychologist for Arkham. Things are going as normal as can be expected for Gotham and an Amity Parker. She’s only dealt with a few muggings and kept her head down because she’s Liminal! and doesn’t want to get the attention of a certain group of vigilantes.

What if Nocturn came to Gotham? (I don’t remember much of the episode so hopefully this tracks)

I would personally start it out trying to trick the reader. (Sorry, It’s fun!) A cute chapter or 2, where Jazz and Jason are together. So normal. Super accepting of each other. With so much fluff it hurts. But slowly, as the story goes on, more and more things seem off. Like déjà vu, like she’s done this before?? (Kind of similar to the vibe of that one Doctor Who episode where Donna Noble gets saved to the Library database. I can’t remember if it’s a 2 part episode? I think it’s called Silence in the Library??? I don’t know, and I’m not looking it up. If you see River Song’s first episode with David Tennant’s Doctor then you’ve got the right one. I think.) Jazz just slowly sees inconsistencies, and brushes them off at first. Hey, she deserves a chance to be happy, okay?! But as time goes on, there are just too many to ignore. She has a nagging feeling something’s not right and briefly wonders if it’s a ghost. But the only one that makes sense is Nocturn and he can’t be in Gotham right? Right??!

When she discovers Jason’s Red Hood, the revelation almost shocks her awake (total mistake on Nocturn’s part. He thought the vigilante thing would keep her asleep or deepen her sleep since it’s kinda normal for her with her brother). She does some quick thinking as she feels herself waking up, and yep, it’s definitely Nocturn, and decides she needs help stopping him. Makes a plan. Not a great one, but hey, it was last second. Literally.

Meanwhile Jason POV shows he’s struggling with believing it too. Thinks she’s too good to be true. (I don’t know anything about the DC universe. I’m going off of the fic Friendly Neighborhood Vigilante by @gilbirda Go check it out, it’s amazing!) And when she discovers he’s Red Hood, she does something ghostly (prolly eyes or strong stuff) and he’s like holy crap she’s a meta, and before he’s had a chance to process anything she says something like “Come find me when you wake up.” (gives me Edge of Tomorrow: Live. Die. Repeat. vibes which just feels fitting here) and shoots him in the chest right before shooting herself (non lethal bullets cause what if you can die in your dream?) and that shocks him awake.

She wakes up at her desk in Arkham to find out that all of Gotham is asleep. Thankfully this includes the villains. (But not for long!)

Does she call Danny or try to deal with it herself?

Is Danny the Ghost King?

Does Jason actually go or does Jazz have to find him?

She’s definitely questioning whether what she had with Jason was real. He does the same with her. Personally, I would keep Batman asleep for a lot of it but that’s because I know nothing about him aside from Wayne Family Adventures (which I’ve been told doesn’t count), the classic old show I watch when I’m sick, and a few episodes from Batman: The Brave and The Bold. Also Young Justice, but that was years ago. Before season 3.

If they have nightmares:

Would Jason’s nightmare be the Joker killing him?

Maybe Jazz’s nightmare is about Dan trying to kill her? Or coming back?

And that’s all I got. Maybe I’ll try to write something eventually, but right now my heart is heavy and my brain is fog. So if you have any ideas, go for it and tag me! I would love to know how you would change/finish it!

#dc x dp #dp x dc #dp x dc crossover #dp x dc prompt #danny phantom #dani phantom #jazz fenton #anger management ship #jason x jazz #jazz x jason #batman

[kicktwine]

writers block BEGONE wol eats fruit

Ch’ari is awoken to a muffled curse coming from what counts as Dragonhead’s kitchen. 

Well, “awoken” implies he was sleeping beforehand — which he was not. He was, instead, counting every grey fur the past weeks had given him, metaphorically, and sitting in bed counting the stones that make up the walls literally. Two hundred and thirty-odd, he’d lost count due to the “—! …swiving insect…!“ that interrupted him. 

There are only about three voices Ch’ari cares about hearing — the fourth optional voice being the Coerthan scout on Ul’dah’s front — and the string of curses came from the youngest one. Statistically the most likely between his companions, but that doesn’t mean it’s a common occurrence. Especially not at bloody 2:45 in the morning. 

Ch’ari rolls off the bed sideways, wincing as his paws touch the cold stone and shuffling into the slippers he’s fairly certain Haurchefant made himself for the outpost’s overnight visitors, and he makes his way in near-darkness and near-silence towards the kitchen. 

The kitchen itself is much like a dorm room; functional and simplistic and decorated here and there with furs and cloths and left-behind baubles to make the whole thing seem any measure more homey. Anything to ward off the biting cold nothingness of outside, measures for which Ch’ari is incredibly grateful. It makes his thoughts calm. Like how trees do for wind. 

He finds exactly — or almost exactly — what he thought to find in the little side room. Alphinaud stands at the counter wielding a small string of something, the lamp he brought to illuminate his workspace making him look almost comically gaunt. His tail is completely puffed out in shock, shivering as if he’s about to launch himself at the wall. With little ability to see in the dark, but good enough hearing that his copious blanket shuffling should have alerted him to his presence, Ch’ari somehow manages to sneak up on the kid.

“I didn’t think you were one to swear more’n once at a time,” Ch’ari says, as quiet as he can be to mute the echoes that plague Dragonhead in the silence. 

Alphinaud startles — again, if Ch’ari had to guess — and nearly knocks the lamplight off the counter turning to face him. “W- Master Tia! I didn’t mean to wake you!”

“You didn’t, I wasn’t asleep. What’s with the yelp?”

Alphinaud shakes himself and puts his composure back on as best he can. “I— I was merely fetching some of the provisions we were given, and that thing fell directly in front of me,” he huffs, gesturing forcefully (with a knife! He has some dried fruit on a cutting board. Ch’ari is struck with the sudden and very real possibility that Alphinaud does not know how to use a knife) at the wall. Ch’ari squints. A creature that looks a bit like an egg-sized grey yarzon is slowly creeping its way back up to the altogether too-tall ceiling. 

“Eugh. Do you want me to get it?”

There is a long moment where Alphinaud seriously considers the beast’s demise. He eventually looks away from it, his ears drooping. “No,” he sighs. “It was probably an accident. He didn’t mean to fall.” He fixes the lamp and the cutting board, thankfully putting the knife down as well. The mini yarzon continues its slow crawl up into the darkness. “Asides. Those creatures eat buzzard gnats, and I would much rather deal with the occasional fright if it means I do not have to deal with those pests.”

“What a lovely name for a bug,” Ch’ari grimaces. He carefully pads forward a few more inches and watches Alphinaud set the string of fruit (persimmon) back on the cutting board, a bit too hard and a bit too white-knuckled.

He pauses, looking up at Ch’ari’s lingering intrusion. “I am not in danger, or anything. Pray return to bed. I apologize for disturbing you.”

“Would you like me to cut it?” Ch’ari asks, completely ignoring him. 

“I am perfectly capable of cutting fruit.” 

“You are still shaking,” Ch’ari points out. He’s very aware every second word he says further bruises the boy’s pride when the thing has already been battered to shreds, but he’s not about to let some lordling cut himself holding a knife wrong when he clearly hasn’t slept and isn’t holding himself together. 

“I am — I’m just tired. And was not expecting the spider,” Alphinaud protests weakly. 

“You sit,” Ch’ari decides, snatching the fruit and untying the blasted things. “It doesn’t need to be cut anyways.”

Obediently — a new occurrence — Alphinaud turns to sit, and finding no chair, simply sits against the wall on a fur blanket. 

Ch’ari cuts the cold persimmon into pieces. He has a feeling that the lordling won’t take to ripping it apart with his teeth like an animal, like you’re supposed to do.

Probably two of them will do? He chances a look at Alphinaud, who looks like he’s about to become a part of the furs with his same-color cloak. He has darker circles than is strictly necessary, and a dangerous wobble in his eyes that bespeaks having too many other things on his mind at once. Mayhap three, then. 

Ch’ari slides down the wall next to him and offers him his handful of fruit. “Odd time in the morning to get a snack. Couldn’t sleep?”

“No,” Alphinaud whispers. He takes a piece of fruit and stuffs it in his mouth, and rather un-lordly-like keeps talking around it. “I’ve not been able to. It isn’t that it’s cold or, or uncomfortable, I swear, House Fortemps’ hospitality is more than gracious.” The more he speaks, the more he works himself up. “I try and then I just — awaken! With an awful pit in my stomach, and I can’t help but think of — and, not knowing what happened to the Scions or to the Braves who were unaware, if— if any were, if they were all—“ 

His breath hitches. “Oh, Twelve forbid,” he whines, and buries his head completely in his knees. 

“Head up, you’ll dirty the coat, I think.”

Alphinaud’s head slowly pulls out of the fabric, resolutely facing away from him and hiding his face beneath his hair. “I cannot help but perpetuate these thoughts over and over. That it was mine own folly that ruined everything I naively tried to build. And I cannot help but feel-- feel as if, I don’t know. Not sleeping is perhaps punishment for the way I acted, and now they’re…” He breathes shakily, and Ch’ari can see a damp spot forming on his knees that he quickly hides with one hand. 

Ch’ari puts a slice of fruit on it. Alphinaud doesn’t turn to it, but accepts the slice and miserably puts it in his mouth.

“Now I’ve nothing to do but wait and think. I do not know what to make of it. And, and this,” he sniffles, quickly rubbing his face with the heel of his palm. “I know you don’t like me much, so why do you do such things for me now? Is it out of pity?”

Mildly offended, Ch’ari quickly remembers that at one point (out of misplaced frustration, he swears,) he did call the kid pompous and irritating and “a bratling’s role model”, so that’s probably why Alphinaud believes he still doesn’t care for him. He was irritating. But Ch’ari was irritating right back, and then worried and persistent to the point of projecting, so… He taps his claws, then eats another piece of fruit, then adjusts the way he’s sitting, then lets out a big overdramatic sigh. He throws his arms up. “Come here.”

Alphinaud instead makes himself a smaller ball and angles the tips of his ears away in displeasure. Ch’ari, having none of it, scoots directly next to him and drops his chin onto Alphinaud’s head and begins purring as loud as his raspy throat can manage it. 

“-You are vibrating,” Alphinaud says thickly, surprise overriding his distaste at being hugged sideways. 

“It’s purring. Do not call it vibrating.”

“How?”

“I don’t know. Ask Azeyma. Now hush, I am to tell you a story. It’s important and also strictly not to be revealed to the public, got that?” Ch’ari feels Alphinaud nod under his chin. “Good. Eat more persimmon.”

Ch’ari gathers himself, adjusting his position so that the embrace is not so awkward. Alphinaud quietly lets himself be moved, having wholly given up on being embarrassed. He simply nibbles on the fruit, sniffing occasionally. 

“When I was much younger,” Ch’ari starts, hesitantly, “my mother called me her little prince. I do not think she called me this full knowing how I would take it to heart.”

He pauses. “To make a long and rather grating story short, I realize now that I was set up to fail. Not to absolve myself of responsibility, but I… was sheltered. I guess.” He shakes his head, interrupting his purr before plopping right back down. “I was the only male kitten in our tribe. My first nunh loved me enough to spoil me, and I liked him well enough. He made me think I was king, and none of them stopped him. My second thought me to be a threat, and it was then that I was old enough to hate back.

“It was also then that we were old enough to bully each other, as kittens. I’m sure it’s not surprising that no one liked being bossed around much. By a child, no less, while they were already being ordered to tasks with no relief. So my orders were suddenly ignored, while his were obeyed. I saw him. I saw what the family thought of him. No one liked him, but they respected him. And so I, a shirked prince, tried to copy his behavior. 

“The more I vied for attention, the worse it got. And the worse it got, the more I hated. My intentions were not good, not like yours. I wanted respect, and power, and to be the most important, most competent hunter anyone knew, and I wanted this all without working a day for it,” Ch’ari growls. “I wanted love, and I reached for it through arrogance.”

“To be loved is not an ignoble intention to have,” Alphinaud mumbles, still nibbling on persimmon. 

“Kind of you to say, but I believe it was less to be loved and more to be lauded. Or maybe I wasn’t sure at the time what love felt like. Ch’leure — my nunh, Goddess let him burn — I doubt he knew either, and I doubt he’ll ever know, no matter how much he takes advantage of his filched status. 

“Is the purring helping?” Ch’ari interrupts. 

“W— What is it supposed to be doing?”

“I’m unsure. I’ve heard it’s relaxing.”

“It’s.. rumbling, for certain.” Alphinaud has sort of un-balled himself, so Ch’ari counts that as it’s helping. 

“Anyroad. I was ‘encouraged’ to leave the tribe at fourteen. I wouldn’t have stayed longer even if I weren’t threatened by nearly every girl my age, to be honest with you. I was determined to find somewhere I would be respected. So obviously I took to scammers and piracy,” Ch’ari snorts. “The most respected of professions. But I was coveted there! I was small and novel, and great at pinching pockets, and very easy to control by my ego. As long as I followed the leader, I would be welcome, and it was closer to princedom than I ever was before.”

He nabs one of the last persimmon slices and pops it in his mouth, thinking. “I don’t remember too much of why it happened. But one of the companies I was with hatched a plot to plunder hundreds of thousands of Gil, and all we needed to do was murder some four Dunesfolk merchants. I had slain innocent men before. I’m not sure what compelled me to stop. But I couldn’t do it.”

Ch’ari can feel his tail twitching in distress behind him, without his consent. He puts a hand over it. The Scions know -- knew, in the past-present sense, of his track record. He’s certain Alphinaud was either informed or investigated, but killing does tend to put most sensible people off, and he’s taken care not to mention it much. 

“I don’t know. I probably thought that maybe if I spoke up the company would see my reasoning, would apply the faux respect they had for my skills to my character. But, no, I was a disposable seventeen-year-old who ruined their plot and deprived them of their coffers, and I learned that pirates don’t forgive so much as they beat what irks them to the ground.” Ch’ari clears his already-tired throat. “S’where this happened,” he says. “Believe it or not, I used to be a bit of a singer. Not a good one, but I could carry a tune well enough.”

“I’m sorry,” Alphinaud speaks up. He sounds unsure, but genuine, and Ch’ari ends up purring harder. 

“Wouldn’t trade it back. In any case, I hear Nanali — I didn’t introduce her earlier, I should have — Nanali Nali, a completely unrelated lalafell nearby at the time, thank the Twelve. I hear Nanali scared them all off herself on account of yelling real loud and firing a years-old magitek gun into the air. Not sure if I believe her, she’s strong, but not intimidating enough to scare off that many pirates. I also hear she dragged my sorry corpse back to her house on her own, but I don’t believe that either. Dudunobe says he helped, he loves to take credit where there isn’t any.”

“They are…?”

“Farmers. Out past the deserts of Thanalan where you can actually grow something. S’also where you can kill a half-grown cat without being seen by the Brass Blades. Not if Nanali has something to say about it, though, she’s a real nosy piece of work. And Duno’s her closest neighbor, he has a right loud laugh and won’t even let me look at his sheep sideways. He thinks I’ll chase ‘em, and I did once just to piss him off. Rough folks. Very blunt.”

Alphinaud considers his fingers very carefully. The fruit is gone, which leaves his hands to fiddle with themselves. “They sound very dear to you.”

“Aye. I'm certain I wouldn’t be alive without them.”

“… Why tell me this?”

“Because,” Ch’ari hums, feeling his purrs slow to a crawl. “The next few months were miserable. Everything I had thought about the world was wrong in a way that made me culpable, and the avenues through which I thought I had control were naught but fabrications to placate me. Nanali did not treat me like a prince, nor did she treat me like a wet rat, she treated me like the hurt, wretched child I was. And in return, I yelled at her to leave me alone. She was too stubborn to let me be, though, and while I was having a crisis in her home she just kept giving me food. And bed. And kindness, cloaked in anger to get it through my skull before I was able to see it for what it was. Imagine my horror when I realized what was happening,” Ch’ari snorts. “She watched me fall apart, and then helped put the pieces back in the right order just because she wanted to. You know I nearly cried myself to sleep when I got an inn for the first time? Momodi paid for me, because I helped her with the most menial task in the world.” He lets go of his tail, and leans back against the wall, his ears trembling. Alphinaud remains very stiff, attentive but carefully unmoving. 

“It’s not that I pity you. It’s that I don’t think I could bear going through those months again. It is different, yes, but Nanali is malms away, and we could not visit her besides. Tataru, I do not think, has ever experienced such betrayal, and I hope she never does. …And I think Lord Haurchefant is rather too sunshiney at all hours of the day,” Ch’ari muses. Alphinaud huffs a little laugh. 

“He is very enthusiastic.”

“And a morning person,” Ch’ari groans. “I know I’m a sun seeker, but I seek the sun when it has risen, not before it has. It’s East, it’s always East.”

Another half-laugh. Alphinaud smiles rather awkwardly, with his eyes first and then about three-fourths of his mouth, but at least it’s not a put-upon face in his presence.

“I am… new at being kind,” Ch’ari admits, looking back at the elezen. “And I am an old hand at learning things the hard way. But as much as I can prevent it, I would have you less of a horrible mess than I was. Which means cutting dried persimmons at balls in the morning, sure.” 

“...Oh,” Alphinaud says, and turns away again, conspicuously rubbing his nose on his knees in lieu of having a handkerchief. “Thank you.”

“It’ll never be a problem.” That sentence broke him when he heard it first. Alphinaud seems to be attempting to regain his posture, failing twice before shaking his head and whiskers. 

“Now. As I’m sure Lord Haurchefant will be awake and cheerful soon,” -- Alphinaud snorts -- “we should attempt to catch some sleep. Without waking Tataru, I should hope.”

#GRAAAHHH rough prose with No ending but i WILL break out of my writers block via ari and alphie eating fruit #if it kills me (pounds fist on table) #ffxiv #uh i guess. i suppose. #my writing #arr spoilers #but before heavensward

[albatris]

🖊 + alex!!

>:3

Alex has only ever killed two people by accident, which is way less than most vampires!

the first was its high school principal, which. hm. very sad very tragic. this was someone Alex looked up to a lot and viewed as a sort of mentor, who was only trying to help at the time. it was right when Alex was first turning and was obviously extremely unwell, and had no idea what was going on :c

the second person was a few years later, and was some dickhead who attacked Alex's good friend Ari the stir-fry guy. a jilted ex-lover of Ari's daughter's, with a grudge and looking for some payback

so, Alex and Ari were already pretty good friends n Alex had a habit of staying late at Ari's restaurant to chat and help out n stuff, n this was when the attack took place. thankfully after closing time! when Ari would presumably be alone. however Ari was not alone, n Alex attempted to defuse the situation without harming anyone but got Majorly Stabbed In The Chest in the process. so the Garble kicked in and was like "hey you need to RETALIATE" n Alex did this with some biting and feeding

you have to understand it was still a lot less practiced when it came to self-control at the time and had also never been like. stabbed. before

anyway Alex was HORRIFIED and MORTIFIED and Ari had to do more work calming it down than Alex did calming Ari down abt the fact that A) vampires are real and 😎 his good friend is one

Ari did pretty good under pressure considering hahaha

when Alex left the restaurant tho it didn't go back for MONTHS bc it freaked itself out thinking that Ari must hate it and be scared of it and disgusted by it. meanwhile Ari is just there waiting like. Alex??? where Alex??? where friend?? 🥺??

idk how Ari finds some subtle way to advertise his restaurant with some "hey you're welcome back here" or general vampire friendliness, but I know he does, n eventually lures Alex back

they're best bros! Ari got it/its privileges with Alex long before Quinn did and Quinn is endlessly salty about it

fun fact if u go to Ari's restaurant and mention ur a friend of Alex's or ask for Alex's special you'll get a double serving w no garlic :3 special deal for vampires. vampires have to eat more just in general 'cause of the increased stomach capacity n in general needing tons more energy. Ari doesn't feel it's fair they have to pay double to get a decent meal the same as a human customer

so yes Ari's restaurant is very popular with the local vampires :3

#this just turned into alex ari facts with monday #alex is not exactly POSSESSIVE of ari but gets anxious that so many vampires Know abt ari #alex doesnt like or trust many vampires #it doesnt want anyone with bad intentions bothering ari #a rental car takes a left down rake street and disappears #there is nothing to see in lot 17 foxtrail lane

[cebwrites]

“men don’t cry” (shanks, buggy, rayleigh)

a/n: there’s no way on god’s greenest earth given the era and crew they grew up in that shanks and buggy would be ANY kind of emotionally stable rayleigh is-- also here eajsdfbfjgk

implied masc leaning reader for Buggy, others are pretty gn word count: 1k

Shanks

Shanks ignores his negative feelings and drinks until they go away or become small enough for him to push into the back of his mind where they can’t bother him

He’d much prefer to laugh it off and brush something away as just another scratch on his armor than actually acknowledge potentially horrendous damage done to his emotional and mental state

Shanks is compassionate enough to acknowledge that mental struggles are a real thing when it comes to other people, but himself? Naw, that’s not something anyone should worry themselves about

The YEARS of unaddressed/resolved trauma this man is sitting on. Ridiculous.

His comforting is there but it’s almost surface level because of how little vulnerability Shanks is willing to show, kind of a “chin up, sport, you’ll walk it off” type approach

He’s aware that it’s not healthy in the long run, he’s had many relationships crumble under the weight of his seemingly uncaring and irresponsible response to hardship - it’s childish, running away from his problems and walling them away with a veneer of cheerfulness

He isn’t going to rub it in when his partner or the crew are genuinely down, but Shanks ends up being frustratingly scarce during those times - leaving morale up too Benn and his other officers better equipped to handle it

Eventually he comes waltzing back in, apologizing sheepishly with the boyish smile that coasted Shanks through his twenties but looks silly on him now and some sort of gift to make up to his partner, be it a favorite snack, something they’d been eyeing in the shops for a while, or even just a cheesy old plushie because he ran out of ideas

He’s understanding if his partner ends up leaving him because of this behavior, but at the same time he’s become so set in his ways that at this point it’d take a major intervention to change it

Buggy

As far as Buggy’s concerned, men aren’t supposed to have ‘mushy’ emotions so as a man; he doesn’t have any - or at least refuses to acknowledge them

Like birds of the same stupid feather, Buggy’s just as reluctant to deal with any heavily emotional issue as Shanks is, if anything he’s even more apprehensive of the idea

Emotions, feelings, sentimentality all that junk only drags a person down in his eyes - connections? Pah, connections will get you killed in this world and especially on the grand line where everyone has a target on their back, when it comes to having a partner Buggy needs someone who understands that if they slowed him down he’d drop them in an instant

Except of course, that’s not at all true - Buggy puts up that ‘tough’ front like all his other grandiose gestures of flaunting power or resources (that he’d miraculously obtained through sheer backwards luck it seemed) as a means of protecting himself, just like Shanks

He’s not as much of a brick wall as Red-hair, thankfully, but this does mean that when Buggy’s upset about something serious he’s explosive, frustrated and hurt with fuck all else to do about it

It’s always been easier to just hide things away, put on a brave front like nothing ever bothered him when everything was crumbling around him, losing Roger meant the world shattering to most of the crew and the subsequent hunts from the navy Buggy had to endure after the Roger Pirates dissolved no older than a shitty tweenager

Buggy knows that he can’t bottle it up forever but actually feeling these things is horrendous, he hates it so much - he’ll drink and drink until he catches the worst hangover he’s had in a while, mope about it in a foul mood for the whole day, before eventually slinking into their lover’s quarters to seek their comfort

His brand of comforting isn’t too dissimilar to Shanks either, but he’ll at least try with physical contact rather than running away until his partner feels better 

Buggy throws in the occasional rib about how stupid it was for a tough, “manly” man to be such a mess during either his lower moments but never to his partner, even if his subconscious thinks it sometimes but Buggy chases those thoughts away quickly

Rayleigh

I feel like Rayleigh’s come to a point in life where the merit in phrases like that have long lost their luster

He wept openly at Whitebeard’s death - he’s too old to die on a hill like hiding emotions for the sake of masculinity or “power”, he’ll leave that to the shrimps with daddy issues to sort out on their own

Rayleigh at times looks at Shanks and Buggy and how they turned out with regret - pride, sure, they’ve become well and true menaces to the world at large - but some part of him aches when he sees his boys unable to process the pain that these seas have put them through

Obviously, no one on the Oro Jackson really signed up to be a parent but they ended up with these kids anyway, Roger treated them like family; Shanks in particular

So it pains a deep part him that the furthest he could probably get with them is probably a pat on the shoulder or a side hug from Shanks, not treating this too seriously while Buggy complains, but never a proper hug or to speak of his real feelings without either getting too skittish or uncomfortable

With a partner, he expects the same if not similar amount of emotional maturity - posturing and machismo is well and good and all but Rayleigh wants someone, who can actually talk out their feelings when the road starts getting bumpy

He’ll gladly drink them under the table and cuddle after numerous rounds of gilf sex, but when it comes down to brass tacks Rayleigh doesn’t have the time to waste on anyone who isn’t taking this seriously 

None of that “too strong to show vulnerability” nonsense in his house

#cebwrites #one piece #one piece x reader #one piece x you #one piece x y/n #thank you for listening this is a very important topic to meeee #shanks #shanks x you #op shanks #shanks x reader #op buggy #buggy #buggy x y/n #buggy x reader #silvers rayleigh #dark king rayleigh #rayleigh x reader #op rayleigh

[jamies-latex-lust]

Bea's in the Trap

As an investigative journalist, Bea never had much success with her stories. However, she finally had a lead on something big.

In recent months, Katy Perry and Kim Kardashian had moved in together. Both had announced new pregnancies at around the same time. They even hired some no-name as a live-in butler.

Bea had investigated into this, and found a connection between the three. A woman named Jamie had introduced both women to the man. It seemed Jamie had developed a new type of latex, and Bea found out that Nicki Minaj, a fan of latex herself, had been in talks with Jamie.

After bribing a guard, Bea managed to get backstage at Nicki's concert. She was exploring around the rooms when someone came up behind her and placed a cloth over her mouth.

Bea awoke sometime later, tied to a wall. Her clothes had been stripped off of her and she was now wearing a latex bodysuit. She couldn't see her whole body, but she could tell the suit covered every part of her face except her eyes and mouth. "Why are you doing this?" Bea demanded. "What did I do to you?" The person who had bound her arms and legs came up to her. It was Nicki Minaj herself!

"Oh, don't worry, sweetheart," Nicki said. "You're going to be fine."

Nicki pulled out a makeup kit and sat in front of Bea, starting to put lipstick on Bea's exposed lips.

Bea couldn't believe this. She'd had a crush on Nicki Minaj for a long time, but never imagined the rapper would be doing her makeup. Her heart was beating fast as she blushed under the latex.

"Why are you doing this?" Bea asked.

"You were getting too close to the truth," Nicki said. "So, Jamie and I collaborated to deal with you. Of course, I guess you can know now."

Bea gulped. She knew she needed to escape, but she also knew this would be her only chance to find out what was happening. This was her big break that would get her out of tabloids and into real journalism. She needed to take the chance.

"Who is Jamie?" Bea asked. "And why did you work with her?" "Jamie is a mistress of latex," Nicki said. "Many people have given up their lives to be her latex drones. But awhile back, one of them wasn't working out well. Thankfully, she'd already developed a new type of latex to make use of him." Bea frowned. What was Nicki talking about? "What happened to him?" Bea asked.

"He was placed in a special bodysuit," Nicki said. "It allowed anyone Jamie chose to use his body as their own. His body was basically rented out to whoever paid enough. Kim Kardashian was the first. For seven hours, as she slept, Kim would control the guy's body. Celebrities really don't have enough time every day." Bea's eyes widened. This was huge! "So Jamie had that man use his body as a substitute for Kim's?" Bea asked. "Yes," Nicki said, now working on Bea's eyeshadow. "The average person is awake for 16 hours though. So, when Kim wasn't using the body, Katy Perry would." It all suddenly made sense now. Kim and Katy were using that butler's body, and met because of that. He was working for Jamie! "Is he still alive?" Bea asked. "Oh, he most certainly is," Nicki said. "After all, his new owners need help with the children they're having."

"They're his?" Bea asked.

"In a sense," Nicki said. "When Kim and Katy found out about sharing the body, they connected over this. They had quite a lot of fun together whenever one was using the body. Eventually, they both started a relationship, and I'm sure you can figure out the rest." Nicki finished putting Bea's eyeshadow. She looked at the girl and smiled. "You're beautiful," Nicki said. "You're going to be a star." Nicki stood up and went into a closet.

Bea's had was spinning. Katy Perry and Kim Kardashian were piloting a guy's body and had started a relationship with each other. This was big. Bigger than big!

If she could get out of here, Bea would have the story of a lifetime. As Bea struggled against her restraints, Nicki returned in a pink and purple latex dress, holding a wig that matched her current hair. She stared at Bea and smirked.

"I'm so glad I found you," she said. Nicki put the wig on Bea's head and rolled a mirror over. As Bea stared into it, she realized she looked like Nicki now.

Nicki walked over and held Bea's face up to the mirror, making sure she saw herself.

"Don't you just love your new look?" Nicki asked. "Please, untie me," Bea said. "I have a big story to tell." Nicki sighed. "I'll untie you in a bit," Nicki said. "But I can't have you leaking this story. No. There's a bigger reason why I told you."

Bea looked at herself and at Nicki. It was starting to click.

"You're going to be my new body," Nicki said, with a seductive laugh. "Kim and Katy found out you were snooping around and when Jamie found out, I offered to help stop you from uncovering the secret of this latex. I'd been wanting my own latex drone body anyway, so it worked out well."

"You're going to take over my body?" Bea asked.

"Only while I sleep," Nicki said. "But trust me, you're going to love it. You're going to be the center of attention."

Bea was shocked, and as Nicki walked away, Bea started to struggle again.

"We need to do something about that resistance first," Nicki said.

Nicki leaned down and began hypnotically twerking her cheeks.

"Stare and let yourself fall under my control," Nicki said.

Bea wanted to look away, but she couldn't help stealing a glimpse of Nicki's butt. It was so perfect. So voluptuous. It was the perfect fit for her latex.

Bea tried to resist Nicki's directions. She had to escape and get this story out there.

Nicki got closer and closer to Bea, filling more of her vision with her bouncing butt buns.

"You are helpless to resist," Nicki said. "So, relax and enjoy the ride."

Bea couldn't help but let her gaze drop to the point where Nicki's butt met her gaze. The pattern on the latex looked almost like a hypnotic spiral, while the rhythm of Nicki's butt and hips drew her gaze.

"Repeat after me," Nicki ordered. "I submit myself to Queen Nicki."

"I submit myself to Queen Nicki," Bea repeated in monotone.

"My body belongs to Queen Nicki," Nicki said.

"My body belongs to Queen Nicki," Bea again repeated. "No one can resist Queen Nicki," Nicki said. "No one can resist Queen Nicki," Bea repeated. Nicki got right up against Bea. As her crush tweaked against her, the last of Bea's resistance faded. She would gladly accept anything her queen, Nicki Minaj, asked of her.

Bea felt weak as Nicki untied her. Nicki caught her new slave and pet the young woman's head.

"Good," Nicki said. "Get some rest. I need your body to be perfect when I'm on the news tomorrow." Bea looked at Nicki's perfect butt and perfect face. She'd never felt so happy before. Nicki smiled seductively, alluringly at Bea and kissed her. Bea passed out in her new mistress's arms.

The next day, as Nicki Minaj was being interviewed, she was dressed in a new latex outfit.

"Oh, I got this from my good friend Jamie," Nicki said. "Katy Perry introduced me to her. Oh, and I'd like to congratulate Katy and Kim on their recent pregnancies."

"Now, Ms. Minaj, if I may ask," the interviewer said. "You performed late into the night, and besides a brief break in your hotel room, you were back out signing autographs for fans, and still found time to come on my show, yet you still look great. How do you do it?"

While Nicki's real body slept soundly, her drone body looked at the interviewer and smiled.

The trap had worked perfectly and the only person who knew was now being used as an extra body for her.

Nicki said with a chuckle, "That's a secret."

#submission

[sleepingdeath-hellaverse]

female reader marrying the demon she summoned after death and being shy about her attraction to him hcs

requested by : anonymous [15/03/24]

original request : ‘Could you do some headcanons of Paimon (Stolas's father) with a reader who had a deal with him a long time ago that implied that when he died she would be his wife and when he died she would have the characteristics of goetia thanks to their deal? She feels shy about it, but he thinks Paimon is pretty cute and wants to let her know but doesn't know how to express himself about it’

note : apologies if paimon’s characterisation is at all off here, this is the first time i’ve written for him ^^

pairing : paimon x wife!sinner!reader insert

content : paimon being a dick, reader coming to terms with her attraction to paimon and trying to figure out how to tell him she wants more from their marriage, reader being a generally awkward/shy person, some mildly suggestive parts but nothing explicit

warnings : references to demon summonings and forming deals with demons

masterlists : sfw nsfw

your relationship with paimon had been purely transactional from the moment you summoned him up until you took your last breath in the mortal realm — really you’d thought yourself lucky that all he’d asked of you was your eventual hand in marriage for the answers you craved, considering all of the horror stories you’d heard about demons and their dealings in the past — and you hadn’t really thought much about your side of the bargain… not until you died and came face to face with your patron for the first time in decades

he looked different now — though you supposed you couldn’t be one to judge as you certainly didn’t look very human anymore — with his imposing avian silhouette being much more corporeal and comprehendable than the mass of screaming, shifting shadows that had answered your call back on earth

of course you hadn’t been given much time to appreciate your new husband’s appearance in any real depth before he’d escorted you back to his palace home, droning on about something or another as you followed mutely a few steps behind him — struggling to match his long strides as you juggled the realisation of your death with taking in the environment of pentagram city and trying to glimpse more of your new form in the murky puddles (that didn’t look anything like water) and shattered shop windows that you passed on your journey

(a journey that didn’t last very long as paimon abruptly stopped in the middle of the road, scoffed out a derogatory comment about being surrounded by ‘poors’ and then opened a portal back to the palace gardens — had you been in a more collected state of mind you might have questioned why he didn’t just do that from the outset, but you were far too turned-around at the time and instead just let him shove you through)

after that came the obligatory tour of the estate, courtesy of your husband, ending with you being escorted to your new bedroom before paimon walked off to attend to some pressing matter that he refused to elaborate on — which, thankfully, gave you plenty of time to clean up and get to know the few members of staff that were directly ordered to attend to you

… it was quite the shock, to say the very least, to see a bird like creature staring back at you instead of the reflection you’d grown used to in life. thankfully the imps serving you were plenty understanding and patient as they helped you through that awkward adjustment period

from then on you find yourselves settling into a serviceable enough routine

a routine that meant that outside of the standard ‘couple’ activities (eating together, sleeping together, satisfying your husband’s needs, and attending/hosting formal events) you’d rarely ever get the chance to see or speak to your husband — a dynamic that was very common amongst the goetic families, and one that you’d been made aware of before you’d accepted his proposal, but as more time passed you started to resent the distance placed between you and long for something more

something more intimate

something more loving

something more human

something more than what you’d agreed to all those years ago because, damn it all, you’d somehow actually managed to fall for paimon — despite his callousness towards his family, despite his detached style of ‘loving’ you, despite his open disregard towards the lower classes in hell, you’d fallen fast and you’d fallen hard

and you had no fucking idea how you were going to deal with that fact

it wasn’t as if you had many chances to talk to your husband privately after all — the only times when you were alone weren’t exactly the place to discuss such a heavy and emotional topic, and beyond that you weren’t even sure that paimon was capable of understanding such a human emotion

(from his own recollections of how he’d treated his previous wives, and his interactions with his numerous sons that you’d seen firsthand, it didn’t seem very likely)

sure you could frame your affection for him as lust, and you certainly couldn’t deny that lust played some part in your physical attraction to him, but that also felt disingenuous… and the mere thought of approaching paimon and plainly stating that you thought he was ‘hot’, ‘sexy’, or some other similarly flirty adjective, was enough to leave you too flustered to speak so that was solidly out of the question

for a good few days you deliberated over asking some of the servants for advice, assuming that over their many years of service under your husband that they’d at least have a greater understanding of how he’d react to such a confession from you, but in the end you decided against it — heaven (hell?) forbid one of the imps accidentally revealed your feelings to paimon before you were ready, you dread to think of how he’d respond to hearing something like that from a servant instead of from you

in the end, after all of your planning and fretting, it’s on one of your rare dates that the truth finally comes to light — smiling fondly over a cup of tea in the palace gardens as he recalls a story he finds especially amusing about one of the cults that summoned him a few short centuries ago, half listening to the words he’s saying and half letting your mind wander as you appreciate his appearance more blatantly than you realise, when he suddenly breaks away from his tale just long enough to let you know just how poorly you’ve been hiding your feelings before casually going back to talking about the dumbest questions humans have asked him in the past

leaving you, naturally, far too flustered and dumbfounded to speak — and left with a realisation that should have come to you far sooner given your past dealings with the demon in front of you

paimon’s power comes from his knowledge on, well, just about everything… of fucking course he’d know you thought he looked hot

maybe he even knew before you did and that’s why he asked for your hand in return for answering your questions back when you summoned him

well… at least that’s one less thing to worry about going forward in your marriage

and based on the look he’s giving you — something dark, and hungry, and perhaps a little bit mocking — you’ll be getting much more of your darling husband’s attention from now on

lucky you

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