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bellarkeselection · 5 months

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for cole walter, could you do one where reader replaces jackie (so her fam died and she moved in with the walter’s) and cole doesn’t really like her. one day she gets a cold, and cole takes care of her (begrudgingly) and realizes she isn’t so bad 🫶🏼🥹

Cole Walter Does Care

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I rolled over in my bed and felt a headache coming on the second I woke up which really sucked. Slowly sitting up I thought I would feel better that only seemed to make it worse. My nose was beginning to get stuffy and my throat felt dry. Footsteps came from the hallway and I heard whoever it was pause outside my door. “Hey Y/n, my mom is making breakfast. Woah you don’t look too good.”

“Thanks Alex - uh I didn’t know that.” I started coughing and then reached over needing to blow my nose into some tissues.

He entered my room with a sad expression. “I can get my mom to check you out if you want.”

“Please do.” I whimpered, sounding so helpless tugging the covers back over my chest.

He nodded, rushing out of the room and going downstairs to go get her. “On it, Y/n.” Once he was gone I yanked the coves over my head screaming and coughing into my blankets.

“Sounds like there’s a dying angry animal in here. Oh no sorry it’s just you Y/n.” I noticed the voice of Cole who when I peaked my head above the blanket saw that he was leaning in my doorway.

Grumbling under my breath I really wasn’t in the mood for his teasing. “Go away Cole. I’m not feeling good and you’ll just make it worse.”

“Ah now I’m offended since most people find my company to be quite enjoyable.” He walked into my bedroom sitting down on the side of my bed moving the cover down from my eyes so he could see some of my face.

“Well I d-don’t-“ I attempted to say but another coughing fit had to hit me right before his mother and Alex came back into my bedroom.

Catherine sat down and pushed Cole off the bed, putting a hand to my forehead. “Oh you're burning up. You'll just have to stay in bed today and miss the fair.”

“Okay Skylar and Tara won't be happy.” I responded in a tired breath.

She shakes her head eyeing her older son. “I'm sure they'll understand honey. Cole, I need you to stay and take care of her.”

“What the hell!” He raised his voice, accidentally cursing at his mother.

I sat upright on the pillows but had a coughing fit as a result. “No! He doesn't need to be here…”

“This is not up for discussion. Y/n you are really sick and Cole you will be staying home to take care of her. Because you're grounded after we found out you were sneaking girls out of the house. Come on, Alex.” She got to her feet and she left with Alex following her downstairs leaving us alone in my bedroom together.

Laying my head back down on the pillows I yanked the covers over my head screaming into it until Cole made a comment. “Don't think I'm happy about this either.”

“Oh sure. I'm sorry my illness prevented you from hooking up with Erin or Olivia or Paige!” I snapped at him.

His green eyes glared at me. “You don't have the right to judge my life.”

“Neither do you about me then!” I growled turning my back towards him.

Cole watched me for a little while hearing me doze off for a few hours of sleep. He sure found you annoying at times but there was something about you that he liked. It was the fact that you fought with him over the most ridiculous stuff. Most girls just fell at his beck and call except you. He walked around the room noticing a notebook laying on the desk. “Y/n's diary…hmm. I can't deny that I may have feelings for Cole even though he drives me nuts.” He debated reading it but when he flipped to one of the middle he heard you groan waking up.

“Cole, I'm gonna puke.” I moaned, struggling to get out from under the blankets.

He dropped the book rushing over to me, he put one arm underneath my shoulder and the other under the back of my knees carrying me through the door and across to the bathroom on this floor. “I've got ya…I've got ya.” He reassured me when I collapsed onto my knees puking in the toilet.

I felt one of his hands holding my hair back and the other was rubbing my back till I was finished. “Thanks Cole…”

“You’re welcome. See I'm not a total asshole.” He responded sitting across from me on the floor. His honey blonde hair was tossed and in his eyes like always.

Hugging my knees to my chest, my hair was a wreck and my nose was red. I looked like a complete mess and I didn't care for it one bit. His green eyes remained on me before I asked him not to handle the silence well. “If you wanna say something to me just go on and get it out, Walter.”

“I read part of your diary after you fell asleep. I know how you feel about me and honestly I'm shocked given how I've treated you.” He shrugged his shoulders like it was just a casual thing to say to someone.

I raised my voice in frustration grabbing a tissue when I had to sneeze two or three times. “You read my diary! Cole, you have no right to that. How much did you read - god I want to crawl in a hole now I'm so embarrassed.” Covering my face that was red as a tomato avoiding his gaze.

“Aren't you going to ask me how I felt about it?” Cole questioned with a curious look on his face.

Knitting my brows at the former star football player. “You’re telling me you have a crush on me. Yeah right. I'll believe it in another universe.”

“Do you believe me when I do this?” He shifted onto his knees coming closer to me.

Lifting my head up he cut my question off. “What are you doing-” His lips landed right on mine. Cole scooted closer and placed his hands on either side of my face. I wanted to push him away because I was sick and two because he shouldn't even couldn’t really be kissing me now.

Trailing my hands up his chest my arms wrapped around his neck and he moaned into the kiss after we had gotten closer. Cole tugged me up to sit down on his lap wrapping his arms around my waist holding me close to his chest as possible. “Cole, stop - Cole stop. We can’t be doing this.” Pushing my hands on his chest he drew back confused.

“Because you're sick. I don't care about that. I just needed you to know that I actually care about you, Y/n.” He declared still cupping my face on his hands green eyes so focused on me.

Moving one hand through his honey hair, my other drops to his shoulder blade. “I can't believe it, Cole Walter has a crush on me. Here I was thinking you hated me.” I chuckled with a half grin.

“Why did you think I only picked on you when you first got here. I figured you had a thing for bad guys in you somewhere. Just had to bring it out of ya, darling.” Cole tucked hair behind my ear before he could hear a lot of footsteps heading up the wooden stairs outside the shut bathroom door.

“What do we - uh do!” I sneezed where Cole gave me a tissue and I wiped my nose watching him get to his feet.

He scooped me up bridal style once more where I wrapped my arms around his neck enjoying the feeling of being in his arms like this. “Don't worry, we'll go to my room. They all know better than to go in there…now where we're we?” He carried me quickly out and into his room, closing and locking the door.

“Cole, I'm nowhere near ready for that kind of thing. Sorry if that disappoints you.” I apologize for crawling under the covers on his bed, blushing a deep shade of red.

He kicked off his shoes and got in beside me, gently pushing my head down in the crock of his neck so I would fall asleep. “I don't care about sleeping with you yet. I just wanted to see you blush.”

“Cole!” I punched his chest hearing him laugh and it was music to me considering he rarely ever laughs.

He kissed the crown of my head and watched my eyes begin to close shut. “I'm just playing with ya, Y/n. Now get some rest.” I closed my eyes and looped my hand with his freehand that wasn't playing with hair to make me dose off in his arms.

Comments really appreciated ❤️

#cole walter x reader #cole x reader #cole walter #noah lalonde #mlwtwb #my life with the walter boys #horse ranch #sick reader #taking care of sick person #ask box is open for anything #comments really appreciated #requests are open #alex walter #netflix #jackie howard

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shadowskulls-blog · 3 months

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Carmilla Carmine with gf that was separated before they got married in life, reunite in death bc her gf was trying to steal some weapons and they fight but don’t recognize each other until one of them says something that’s an inside joke then they’re reunited and fluff ensues

Ohhh, yes! I love this. Also, I have read all the wiki's and done my research, so if something is not right....I'm sorry

* sfw, fluff, with a tiny hint of nsfw *

"You're foolish, you know that?" Carmilla spat at the hooded intruder holding double blades. She came by to do a routine check around the place until she noticed this woman, prying one of the boxes open, trying to steal her guns.

Not only did they get in which, kinda surprised her. But they were still standing against her, her. The most powerful overlord in the pride ring.

"No hard feelings, tall lady. I just like taking a 100 percent off discount on my stuff, " the woman said, flipping the blades in her hands as she stepped back a bit. The light's above showing her cocky grin

Camilla groaned as she started getting annoyed since it was making her remember her past life. She could only stand one person like this. But that was....years ago. But not now. She's not letting someone steal her work without a price or a limb going undone...

"Well, that's not going to happen," Carmilla said as she dashed forward, stepping side to side as she kept her eyes on the hooded woman. watching her closely as she was doing the same. Carmilla manged to get behind as the two of them began they're battle

The hooded woman managed to keep her ground as she blocked off Carmilla's kicks off her by hitting the blades at the angelic armor, Carmilla hummed as she fell to the ground kicking the woman off her feet, the woman yelped out in pain at the aching pain in her ankles and lower legs

Carmilla then zipped back up, grabbing the smaller woman by her neck and knocking the blades out of her hand. The hooded woman grabbed her wrist and tried to pull her hand away but to no avail as Carmilla tightened her grip around the woman's neck

"Heh- ah....guess I lost my way to woman with long legs..." the woman said with a choked chuckle, Carmilla then stopped choking the woman for a moment, a gasp escaping her lips as...

"I know my way with long-legged woman, don't I, Cammy?"

"Y/n?" Carmilla questioned as she pinched the woman's hood, hoping it was her wife. They had been separated when she died, but has she finally come back to her. Carmilla pulled the hood up to see they're face but, a new look and everything but still. That's the woman she married long ago and loved for years, even after death

"Cammy? Is that...holy shit ha ha... how did you get more beautiful? and taller, too!" You said with tears forming in your eyes as Carmilla's was the same. Soon, she wrapped her arm around your back and let go of your neck only to hold your face as she pulled you in for a kiss.

Both your lips connected with a smile as you wrapped your arms around her tightly. Both of you then let go, only for you to start giving her cheek kisses.

"My god! How did you get taller while I stayed the same height?" You asked with a chuckle as Carmilla held you in her arms since she kicked the spirt out of your ankles.

"Mi amor, how I have missed you. Didn't expect us to be reunited with a fight, " Carmilla joked as she creased your face gently. You blushed as you held her hand and gave her a heartwarming smile you knew she loved.

"Hey, love works in mysterious ways, does it not?" You said smiling at her as she held you close, after all these years. She'd finally found you, death might have part you both in the living world, but now you both have another life to live out your love in.

Sorry if it was short. But I hope it was good

#carmilla carmine #carmilla carmine x reader #hazbin hotel

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kuni-is-daddy · 1 year

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Thinking about toji

Tw: k!dnapping, K!LLING

YANDERE? TOJI X GN JJK SORCERER READER SMUT.

MINORS DNI. MENTIONS BLOOD, CHOKING.

"Megumi.. baby?"toji said with a cracked voice "Yes papa?" "Get a nice job and make papa some money okAy.?"😃👁️👄👁️

Get this, your a jujutsu sorcerer. Your on his list and your so dam FINE. He kidnaps you instead of killing you.

Yeah sure toji loves him some money but how about he makes you his new househusband/wife?

Fucking you over the table while you make meals, his body is so FUCKING big compared to yours.

"cum all over my fukin' cock for me doll. F-fuck yeah just like that. Milk this cock"

You tried to escape a couple times or even attempted to kill him but that just ends up on you being his personal cock sleeve for the night. As he drills into you non stop no matter what you say until you pass out

"oh? Yah fucking sorry now huh? Want me to be gentle with you baby?" He would mock you, grab your throat and rub gently with his thumb on the bone with his big veiny hands. "Daddy's not gonna stop..mhmm shh shh stop crying. Stop fucking crying. Daddy's gonna fuck you well and your gonna stay with me mkay.." he'd slap your ass and tell you to stop moving your thighs so he could go balls deep inside of you. "Aww you can't breathe doll? Mmm but I bet you feel so FUCKING good on this cock right.. look at that bulge in ur belly baby. My cock fits you so well. Ah~ fuck me doll. Just like that.."

You even tried domain expansion but it was no use. As the sky turned pitched black when you turned around from running deep in the forest with him chasing after you and Shinto shrines began to form from it. He lunged at you, leaving your expansion incomplete as you went to dodge. Of course.. toji fucked you last night so your legs gave out and he knocked you out and picked you up bridal style. The faint smell of blood lingered from your nose.

You awoke to your hands and legs tied on a chair.

Toji was snickering under his breath. "I like you y/n. You keep me moving doll, this little fucking game of cat and mouse is getting tiring though. It's as if no matter how much i make you feel at home. And fuck you, you won't fucking stop. Annoying. Me-."

"mmm papa.. it's time for my m-medicine" poor little megumi had to come downstairs and see his "new momma/papa" all tied up and bleeding. He still gave a blank stare as if he was use to this. One day after prepping dinner toji came late and before that megumi mentioned how you we're the first one "Papa liked and hasn't got rid of" "yeah.. my real mommy. She died. But I heard papa saying earlier you we're really pwetty(pretty) and he is right! Your a great pawrent (parent) papa should be nice to you though.."

Flash forward. Toji sighed. What the hell has his life come too. He uses you like a cocksleve and cant even afford his son's medication.

Maybe he should change. Or maybe, you should change him.

The next day toji didn't touch you. He made breakfast for the 3 of you. It was awkward considering how you we're always tied up for "family meals" and your cursed objects we're locked away. But after what megumi said about his mom. You stopped trying to fight back. Or at least that's what toji thought...

Part 2?

#toji thirst #jujutsu kaisen #toji scenarios #toji smut #toji x you #toji imagine #toji headcanons #yandere toji #toji x reader #toji x y/n #toji fic #toji fushiguro #toji one shot #jujutsu toji #toji zenin #fushiguro toji x reader #fushiguro x you #fushiguro toji

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dinums · 1 month

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The Unexpected Visit

Thomas Shelby X Reader

This is part 3! Make sure to read the first few parts

Sumarry: The Lee brothers raided the Betting shop, Thomas gets closer with the reader, but what more can he do if she herself admits to not love a man in this time?

Word count: 2327 words

"Wait, so what did you guys do in the races?" I asked, wanting to clarify with Arthur as we sat in the private room at the Garrison, where we were currently playing poker. John was the dealer, so he sat on the stool in front of us, while Thomas was seated between me and Arthur. I was on his right, with Arthur on his left.

"We've beaten the Lee's! Cut their bloody brains out, that's for sure!" he said, as if it were the most normal thing to do. They seemed to notice how tense I had become by my reaction, which made John cough a bit.

"Well, not really their brains... um, just, you know, enough to get business done," John explained, trying to lighten my mood a bit. I nodded, trying to dismiss it.

"Ah, yeah, sure. I mean, I guess," I said, looking at my cards. I didn't want them to think that I thought less of them because of this, so I felt the need to explain myself.

"Sorry, I guess I'm not used to all of this, you know? Am I making this worse? Uh, I don't—"

Feeling the three of them looking at me, I made myself small in my seat, hiding my face behind the cards as anxiety rushed through me.

"How did you live your life before, hm?" Thomas asked, finally speaking. Glad that I could explain why I tensed up.

"Well, I was pretty sheltered. The most I heard of beatings were drunkards in our neighborhood fighting at night, but that was it. There really weren't fights that led to really bad situations, unless it was in the movies." They all nodded, though I knew they didn't understand the last bits of what I just said, and that was it. We decided that was the end of that part of the conversation. After a round of poker, the tension from earlier died down and I chimed happily, putting the money on the table inside my coat pocket—my winnings.

"Guess I win, hm?" I giggled, earning a groan from Arthur. When the barmaid came, she took the empty bottles and asked us if we wanted more whiskey. I looked at the men, and Thomas just nodded, waving her off. Before she left, she looked at me, as if examining who I was. I couldn't blame her, though—I stuck out like a sore thumb when placed beside the Shelby brothers. It was evident I didn't look like I belonged here. That thought made me sad, just a bit though. I knew It was the truth and that I had to leave soon. Then suddenly, a thought came to my mind. Thomas went on a date to the races with a barmaid. If my intuition serves me right, then that must have been the barmaid in question.

"I'm guessing that was the woman you went out on a date with?" I said, looking at Thomas with a smile. She looked pretty and acted like one too. If she liked Thomas, then I can bet that after a while the feelings can be reciprocated.

"Drop it." Thomas grimaced as I just chuckled. John, however, smirked as he decided to join in the teasing.

"I'm afraid Tommy here has eyes for someone else, love. Ain't that right, mate?" That piqued my curiosity even more, nudging Thomas to make him look at me.

"Really? Is she pretty?" I asked. Arthur just nodded as he patted Thomas' back. Thomas kept a poker face, but I could tell he was pretty annoyed by the way his jaw was clenched. When he looked at me, he didn't look angry at me, though—at least he wasn't annoyed enough to glare at me.

"You're bloody right she is! Quite smart too!"

"But if Thomas likes her, why didn't he take her to the races instead? Wait, are you leading that barmaid on?" I frowned, waiting for Thomas to reply as I pointed an accusing finger at him. The thought of someone I considered a friend playing with a woman's feelings like that just didn't sit right with me.

"I told you. That was business." He sighed as he shook his head, he took my hand that was pointing a finger at him and placed it down. Deciding to just believe him, I finally dropped the topic. John then asked me.

"How about you? Has someone caught your eye?" I looked over at John, feeling that the focus was on me once again. I nodded, smiling a bit, unaware that both brothers were checking Thomas for any kind of reaction.

"Well, of course!" I answered, that caused Arthur to smile, raising his glass to take a drink.

"Who is it, then?" John asked again, another smirk playing on his lips. I guess everyone was suddenly curious about my love life.

"Yer not gonna tell me he's in this room, aye?" Arthur asked, leaning closer to the table to look at me. I chuckled nervously, shaking my hands in the air.

"Oh, no. You guys are great, but..."

"But what?" Thomas asked and I explained that the man I liked wasn't from here, that he was from back in my time. And that hes a gentleman who kept to himself, that I started to like him because of how passionate he was with his work, how I liked that he was funny and was always there for me.

"Well also, I can't really like someone from here, you know? I'll eventually leave. I can't just stay for love, right? I really miss my old life. You lot understand, right? I'll break that poor man's heart."

I said all of that while looking at Thomas for any form of understanding. He didn't reply; he just leaned back and nodded. After that, he didn't look at me anymore, drinking his glass of whiskey as he fished out some cigarettes.

"Another round, eh?"

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Thomas didn't talk to me much after that day. Whenever I approached him, he would still have time to talk, but not like before. He'd make an excuse that he was busy, that there were things he needed to do, to brush me off. Understanding his situation, I just let him be.

Around midday, Scudboat and I were left inside the betting shop, counting money as the Shelby family decided to have a family meeting at the Garrison.

"Do you think John will be back soon? Thomas did say he'd be back in five minutes," I asked Scudboat, to which he just shrugged. When we heard a noise, Scudboat was the first to call out.

"John?" When no one answered, I was the one who asked next.

"John, are you there?" When the doors to the betting shop opened, however, it wasn't John but a group of men with guns pointed right at us.

"This is for Cheltenham! We're just taking what's ours!" the man said. Before I could even react, they smacked my head with a rifle, just like they did with Scudboat.

Everything was a haze as I fell to the ground. All I heard were the footsteps of men, rummaging through drawers, shouting. My head hurt, and I felt some of them step on my hand, kicking my body whenever i got in their way.

Mama asan ka mama? Kuya? Kuya, you'll protect me, right?

When I woke up, I heard Arthur's voice as someone placed me somewhere comfortable— it was John.

"You alright, love?" He asked, my mind still being a little foggy from earlier events. Hearing his voice, I tried to give him a small smile and a nod, to reassure him.

"Bloody hell! What happened here?" Polly said. I groaned. When I tried to look over at them, my vision blurred a bit. The betting shop, the house, everything was thrashed.

"Polly...? Men. M-men came, I don't know how..." I tried to explain to them what I knew. Polly sat beside me while Scudboat explained for me. That was when Arthur came back up, holding wire cutters.

"Wire cutters? Why would they leave wire cutters?" Polly asked. The boys seemed to tense up as Thomas asked Scudboat to leave. He went on to explain how they would set traps for the Germans back in the war and place wire cutters as part of the joke. Polly began to panic, walking over to the kitchen as I pulled my knees close to my chest, an act of self-preservation.

"It's not here, alright? It's not here..." Thomas said, sitting next to me on the couch. I looked at him, tears threatening to fall down my eyes. I had never been in a situation like this. Everything was so overwhelming, my body felt so heavy, as if I was Atlas carrying the world.

"They pointed a gun at me... even stepped on and kicked me like an object..." I mumbled before burying my face in my knees. I don't want to feel like that again.

"Oh, love..." Polly said as I heard her walk towards me.

"Oh, I'd like to find them, Tom. Oh, that id do. That id bloody do." Arthur said, balling his fist as he saw my state. I felt weak. I couldn't protect myself. I didn't know how.

"I want to go home."

"I know, (Y/N). I know."

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Thomas didn't know what to say to her. He was seething with rage, but she came first. She would always be first. He grabbed a clean cloth and saturated it with alcohol. The family saw what was happening and understood that Thomas wanted to take care of her alone, so they knew better than to interrupt. Before they left, Thomas asked John and Arthur to inspect the family car, using the word "tampered" so as not to frighten (Y/N) even more.

"Hey, look at me, aye? Come on, up you go. Up," he demanded, gently cupping her face. When that was done, he began to clean the wound on her head. Whenever she winced, he would make sure to try and be gentle. He didn't know how, he just tried. As he cleaned off her wounds, their eyes met.

"It hurts," she mumbled, flinching as Thomas accidentally applied too much pressure to the wound. In that moment, she instinctively grasped his hand, attempting to stop his actions even for a small amount of time. Then and there, he stopped. This was all new territory to him. Back at war, when he would clean the wounds of his comrades, pain be damned if they got to live. But she... she gets hurt, so he needs to try harder, be slower, gentler—anything that would spare her from inflicting pain, pain that he had caused.

"Sorry," he replied. Thomas tried his best to help her, disinfecting the wound slowly as his free hand cupped her face. He was apologizing for everything. Guilt seeped into his bones. If it weren't for him picking a fight with the Lee brothers, she wouldn't be hurt. Maybe if he took her with him and Polly to the Garrison, then...

"It's not your fault," she said, interrupting his thoughts. He didn't answer. What was he supposed to say? He couldn't agree. He felt shame.

"Thomas, it's not your fault. I can see it in your eyes." This time, it was her turn to cup his face. She cradled it like it was something precious, like he was something precious. (Y/N) smiled, a comforting smile as one of her thumbs caressed his cheek. He found himself leaning into it.

"I know you feel guilty. Yes, I could blame you, but why should I when you're here as gentle as a lamb with me? So smile, yeah? Even just a bit?"

How can she do that, he wondered. How can she easily wander her way inside his heart? It was so easy for her. Everything seemed so easy with her. Thomas let out a smile, nodding to her.

"There you go."

"Your hands are soft," he said, changing the subject. She only chuckled, putting her hands back in her lap as he sat next to her on the couch. They both decided to take a break from cleaning her wounds.

"Yours aren't," (Y/N) said, taking his hand in hers, feeling the calluses and roughness of it. After a while, she continued, their hands now interlinked. "And I think it's nice."

"How is that nice, aye?" he scoffed. These very hands had killed thousands.

"It's nice because it tells me who you are. A hardworking man who has clearly seen and been through shit. Me, on the other hand, I actually have very soft hands because I never did hard labor," she said, her face flushed in embarrassment, which he secretly found endearing.

"I actually found it rather embarrassing when I got here. When I was young, my relatives would feel my hands and say, 'Dika tumutulong sa bahay, noh?' Or 'Tamad ka siguro.'"

"What did that mean?"

"The first one means 'Youre not helping with household chores, are you?' The second one meant 'I bet you're lazy.'"

She chuckled, shaking her head. After a bit more moments of comforting silence, Thomas decided to finish cleaning her wound. When that was done, he helped her go upstairs to his room.

"Hey, Thomas?" (Y/N) asked as he sat her on the bed. He only hummed to let her know that he was listening.

"Why were you avoiding me before? Like, after our little poker game at the Garisson. Was it because I kept winning?" She asked, playing with her blouse. Trying to suppress a smile, he licked his bottom lip, hands on his jaw as he shook his head.

"That was a provision— once you leave."

"Mhm? What? Why?"

"To get used to feeling like yer not here, eh. Now none of this, aye? I'll ask Pol to help you change." That was all that was said before he left.

@optimisticsandwichgladiator

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elcpsstuff · 9 months

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The Summer I Remembered You (C.F)

Summary: Y/N couldn’t wait until the days she could return to cousins, but this summer was different. After boundaries were broken and mistakes were made from the summer before, all she wants to do is forget. But when you live with the mistakes you made, how can you not remember?

Warnings: mentions of underage drinking, sexual content, swearing, angst and fluff, cancer mentions and treatment.

A/N: First story! Had the inspiration due to tsitp season 2 coming out. Also intense love square warnings and slow burn so be prepared, please enjoy!

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(THIS STORY UNDER REVISION)

Note to readers: Hi guys! first of all, thank you so much for the love on this story. This was my first ever time writing a full story like this and the fact that you guys love it so much makes me happy inside you have no idea :0 However, after months i’m not very happy with how this story ended up. I had a very different plan when beginning it and the story kind of went off the rails. So, while I appreciate the love on the story it will be re written in some aspects! Some things will stay the same but I feel like this is for the best to fix the plot lines. Thank you! <3

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I felt the sun burn my face through the window, and I was immediately awoken. I looked around to see Belly and Steven jamming out in the front. I looked to the left of me to see an angry Laurel shaking her head at their screams.

“Ah! Y/N! You’re awake?” Steven says, and I roll my eyes at him. Peering back out the window, I saw the cousins beach sign pop up, and a smile appeared across my face.

“You all know what I said earlier, right?” Laurel looks at all of us, “You need to be better this summer. Last summer was.. it was..” she trailed off and I felt the heat of the car pool into me and suddenly I was rolling the window down.

Summer. It was my favorite thing in the whole world, but, things were different now. I was different.

I’ve been coming to cousins since I was a baby, but it wasn’t always with the Conklin’s. My mom and Susannah grew up together, and often not she would come to cousins with her a lot. Then in college, they met Laurel who eventually married my mom’s brother, John.

I lived right down the street from my cousins during the school year, and then with them in the summer. Steven always used to joke claiming we were the “coolest cousins in cousins.”

Weird right?

Everything was normal until it wasn’t. Until my parents were driving home through a bad storm and there car swerved right into a drunk drivers.

sweetie, it’s your parents.

they got in a car crash, and are in critical condition.

they didn’t make it—

They died this September, and that’s when I moved right next door in with my cousins. Nothing really changed, we were always inseparable but now we just lived together.

Anyways, i told myself now was the time to move on. I grieved all this year and did the bare minimum to pass sophomore year with Belly, but I survived.

“I’m gonna be sick if I sit in this car with Steven driving any longer.” Belly looked back at me with a wink. Our favorite hobby was annoying Steven.

“Better then you, you’ll be dead within a week once you get your license—” He paused, “Actually, make that a day—”

Laurel smacked the back of Stevens seat, “Don’t make jokes about that.” Steven rolled his eyes until he realized what Laurel meant and his face went red.

I smirked, “Yeah Steven, are you wishing death on me?”

“i think death is afraid you, Y/N.”

—

As Steven honked his horn, I felt the cousins breeze pass my face. There was nothing more beautiful than this. Susannah came running out, with Jeremiah not too far behind.

Belly took Jeremiah by surprise, due to her huge glow up. I stood there watching them hug, with a knowing look on my face. Belly’s crush on Jeremiah wasn’t as oblivious as she intended it to be.

Jeremiah put Belly down and looked my way, a smile spreading across his face. “Look at.. you.” My face felt flushed and he ran up to me, wrapping his arms around my waist and spinning me around.

“Jeremiah! Put me down!” I pleaded, but he kept spinning me until I I felt like throwing up. Asshole.

“You look nice.” He says, once again. I smirk and ruffle his hair a little bit.

Jeremiah puts me down and rushes over to Steven, when a bruiting cloud appears over the house. I look at their silhouette and feel my body tense up.

Conrad. Conrad. Conrad.

My feelings for the eldest fisher brother were obvious, at least to Belly and Susannah. But after everything that happened with my parents, I was different. And besides, I really didn’t want to think about everything that happened last summer. Me and him.

“Y/N, you look beautiful.” Susannah says, pulling me into a hug. I feel her warmth radiate onto me and I embrace it. Susannah was the sun that shined over the house, and the clouds never worried her at all. In fact, she could probably find positive things about the clouds. “How have you been?”

“Fine. I missed you, Susannah.” She smiles and leads us all into the house. The boys grabbed Belly and did their whole Belly flop thing. I just watched from inside the house with Laurel and Susannah.

Being back in cousins was amazing, but something just felt different this year. I mean - things were different. A lot had changed. I felt a hand behind me and turned around to the beautiful blonde women.

“Have you spoken to Conrad yet?” She almost whispers. Damn it. Fuck.

“Umm, maybe?” I basically spat while saying it.

“He misses you, Y/N.” Susannah has a way of saying things that almost made me believe it. Believe anything. Anything but this.

“Please, say hi at least?” She pleads. How could I say no to her? But how could I say hello to him..?

I smiled at her, not wanting to ruin the mood. She walked towards the family room beside Laurel and Belly comes dripping inside.

“Belly! Don’t get me wet!” I yell at her, but with a playful tone.

“Blame the boys, not me.” I looked towards the patio and saw Conrad sitting outside. He looked back at me. Fuck, fuck again. I should make Susannah happy, I have to.

Before I can go outside he turns the corner, and he’s gone.

I sigh and walk out the door and near the pool, maybe If i just wait he’ll come back. Then again, I’ll look totally desperate. Maybe i’ll just go inside again—

“Hi.” I freeze. I turned around to see him standing in front of me with a half smile.

“Hey.” I say. Dry.

“How are you?” He says, and there’s a million things I could say.

“You know, i’m decent. I’m here.” I use my hands to express what I’m trying to say but it just comes out weird.

“Right, that’s good. I’m glad you’re doing better.”

There was an awkward tension wafting in the air and I nodded before rushing back into the house, not daring to look back at him.

—

I really didn’t want to talk about Conrad. Or anything. I was moody because apart of me loved cousins but after being here for a couple of hours I just wanted my parents back.

“He feels different this summer, you know?” She says, flopping onto my bed.

Believe me, I had noticed. I caught him smoking a joint after I abruptly ran away from him. I pretended to know nothing, though.

“I hadn’t noticed.”

“Really? I thought you would notice, you’re like all crushy about him.”

I laughed, “Crushy is not a word.”

“You get what I mean. Like, did you even say hello to him? Like a normal person?”

I grabbed her by the sides and started tickling her, “Isabel Conklin, since when did you get so mean?” I finally let go after a good minute and we were both breathless on the bed.

“I’ve changed. We both have.” She sat up, bringing me along with her. “I mean, we’re hot now. This is our summer.”

I looked into the nearby mirror and couldn’t help but frown. This was supposed to be our summer, but what was summer without my mom? Without things ever being normal again?

—

“I’m so happy we’re all here.” Susannah said, raising a glass at the dinner table.

We all just nodded and let Susannah talk about all the things she wanted to do this summer, which led her to pull out two cards from her pocket.

“What are those?” Belly says before I can ask.

“I wrangled Belly and Yn an invitation to be a debutante!”

Oh gosh. Susannah handed me and Belly the invites and a harsh breeze passed through the air as I recognized these all too well.

“My mom wanted me to do this. She talked about it earlier this year before—” I stopped myself, but it was too late. Everybody knew.

I could feel Conrad’s eyes on mine. All the memories seeping in. We’re my lungs closing in? That’s what it felt like. Belly smiles.

“That sounds like so much fun!” Steven let out a laugh, but Laurel was not amused.

“Those balls are ridiculous. Yn and Belly are not fit for that at all.”

Belly frowned, “Why?” She was obviously more eager to participate in this than I was.

Susannah offered me a small smile, “At least think about it? It will give you two a chance to meet some new people.”

I looked down at the paper, and even though I didn’t want to, I just couldn’t say no, and maybe it was my mother but I couldn’t.

“I’ll think about it.”

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A/N: What do you guys think? Sorry this chapter is kinda short and slow, it’s an introduction lol. The next one will be coming out very soon!

#conrad x reader #conrad fisher #jeremiah fisher #team conrad #team jeremiah #love #summer love #chris briney #gavin casalegno #belly conklin #the summer i turned pretty #tsitp

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Playing Doctor (Rhett Abbott x Reader)

Summary: Rhett will literally do anything to get out of going to the doctor, but a little roleplaying goes a long way

Warnings: SMUT, parenthood, Rhett trying to get out of going to the doctor's, cancer scare etc.

Tagging: @floydsmuse @bradleybeachbabe @callmemana @attapullman @sebsxphia @rhettabbotts @hangmanapologist

You groaned when you saw the number for the missed call on the answering machine for the phone in the kitchen.

"You ok hon?" Cecelia asked as she began prepping the raw green beans for dinner.

"That's the third time this week," you huffed. "Rhett was supposed to go for a doctor's appointment on Friday and it's Tuesday."

Cecelia chuckled a little. "Typical Rhett," she said. "Him and Royal are two of the same. They'll think of any excuse to not go, they both hate going."

"I know Cece, it's just annoying," you sighed, helping her snap off the ends of the green beans.

"Annoying as it is, they still need to be careful," Cecelia remarked. "Still haven't forgotten Roy's reaction when they found that cyst in my left tit last year"

"Ooooooh."

"Yep," Cecelia continued. "Nasty, nasty stuff. Mom had breast cancer and so didn't Aunt Anna, Aunt Betty and Aunt Mariah."

"Isn't that what Oma Heidi had too?" you asked.

"Oh Roy's mother had it bad," Cecelia answered. "Both his father and my father had it too but part of that was because his father was over in Vietnam and my father smoked for forty two plus years."

You and Cecelia chattered away when you heard Rhett trailing through the door, groaning as he kicked off his boots and hung his tan carhartt jacket up on the hook.

"Hey Ma," he said, greeting his mother cheerfully. "Something smells real good, what's for dinner?"

"The prime rib your father had sitting in the drop freezer," Cecelia answered. "By the way, I think ya'll might've missed something this afternoon."

"Huh?" Rhett said, his eyebrows scrunching together.

"I saw a message on the answering machine from the doctor's office," you said, giving him 'the look'.

"Oh um......yeah about that......ya see, a funny thing happened, Wes called and one of the cows had a breach birth and......"

"RHETT!!!!!"

"Hey ya'll try havin some creepy old dude feelin up your nuggets!" Rhett blurted out. "It's awkward as hell!!"

"Rhett need I remind ya'll that I have to have my tits felt up every six months?" Cecelia reminded him.

"No, but it's still awkward!"

"Oh you wanna talk about awkward?" you chuckled. "You wanna hear about my last gyno appointment?"

"NO!!"

"Well first she takes a speculum, which is like a freezing cold pair of salad tongs and widens the hole a little bit," you explained, delighting in watching him squirm. "And then she takes a little stick and scrapes my cervix......."

"LA LA LA LA!!!!! I CAN'T HEAR YA'LL!!!!" Rhett interrupted, covering his ears. "I can't hear ya'll!!!!"

"MY CERVIX DAMNIT!!!"

Rhett ran right out of the room and hurried upstairs to wash up for dinner, leaving you and your mother-in-law to laugh it off.

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Rhett fucking HATED being in the doctor's office.

He hated the cold, sterile feeling of the room, the smell of rubbing alcohol, but most of all, that you had managed to lure him to the truck with a trail of mini KitKat bars and the fact that he had been gullible enough to take the bait. But here he was, sitting in Pete's exam room in nothing but his shorts and awaiting the awkwardness that was to ensue.

The door creaked open and in walked Pete, one of only a few doctors in the whole of Wabang who had known the Abbotts since Royal was knee high.

"Ah there's Wabang's favorite bull rider," Pete remarked. "How's it going Rhett?"

"Not alot of complaints Pete," Rhett said, scratching the back of his neck.

"Well that's good," Pete said, glancing at his clipboard. "Wow.....looks like the last time you had a physical was the turn of the century."

Rhett made a face and nodded.

"Well, I'm glad you came in when you did," Pete remarked as he began probing Rhett's neck and along his jaw with his fingers. "According to the medical records you had some pretty nasty injuries with a bull last year."

Rhett had remembered clearly the ornery son of a bitch that had landed him in the ER right around the time of Amy's second birthday and having to have concussion tests every two weeks. "Quit the bull riding about a month ago," he said, squirming a little at the feeling of Pete's fingers on his neck.

"Good on you," Pete chuckled. "Told my son the same thing. Deep breath for me."

Rhett took four deep breaths as Pete listened to his lungs and then his heart. Good God he hated the feeling of that thing moving all over his chest and under his left tit and especially along his belly.

"Anything hurt?" Pete asked as his fingertips began probing Rhett's abdomen.

Rhett shook his head.

Good grief his hands were gnarled and cold. He winced a little when Pete felt up around his bellybutton, not from pain but from the uncomfortable wave of awkwardness that washed over him.

"Alright, looks good," Pete remarked. "Mind rolling over on your side for me?"

Rhett rolled over so Pete didn't have to see his face scrunching up, more so when Rhett heard the snap of a rubber glove.

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You came up from the basement with a pile of freshly dried laundry in the basket. The house was relatively quiet seeing as Amy had gone down for a nap, but the sight of your husband laying on the couch with a grumpy pout on his face told you that something wasn't as it seemed.

"Alright, talk to me cowboy," you said, setting the laundry down near the coffee table. "What happened?"

"Don't wanna talk about it," he said flatly.

You smiled and rolled your eyes. "Come on," you purred, slithering all over Rhett, the same way Garfield usually did. "I know something's up."

"I just had my balls and my asshole diddled by a creepy old dude with gnarled hands," Rhett answered, barely moving.

You snorted and giggled a little.

"I mean it darlin I ain't goin again," Rhett insisted.

"Rhett."

"I mean it."

"Ok, you know what you need?" you said. "I think you need a little help and that entails a little roleplaying."

Rhett arched his eyebrows. "Roleplaying?" he asked.

You nodded. It was something you did with your fifth graders when they were practicing for the spring play and had done with them ever since you had first had them in first grade.

Rhett joined you upstairs in the bedroom as you dug around looking for some things that your friend, Tara, had been storing at the house. You found her extra scrubs and medical equipment while Rhett stripped himself down to his shorts and seated himself on the edge of the bed.

"Can I get your name and date of birth sir?" you asked him.

"Only if ya'll buy me dinner first," Rhett answered, wiggling his eyebrows.

You rolled your eyes. "Name and date of birth please sir," you told him.

"Mike Rotch, January twenty-nine, ninety three," Rhett answered with a shit eating grin.

"Mike R......NO!!!!!"

Rhett laughed, an annoyed groan escaping your throat as you began to probe his neck and jaw, feeling his lymphnodes for anything out of the ordinary. You could feel the low purr in his throat as he leaned in for a kiss which you couldn't help but return.

"Mind laying back for me?" you asked him.

Rhett lay on his back before you began to gently probe his belly with your fingertips. "Lower," he said. "Just a little lower........nah that's still too high......there you go....."

You rolled your eyes, still feeling lower and lower until you hit pubes. A naughty little thought had bloomed in your head as you took his flaccid dick in your hand.

"Oh woah wait....wait a sec what are you....??" he said before sucking in a breath.

"Oh I'm sorry, where does it hurt? Here?" you asked him cheekily.

Rhett groaned as you slowly gave him a few gentle tugs and rubbed the underside of his balls. "Fuck......feels so good darlin," he hissed.

You took his dick in your hand again, gently massaging and caressing his shaft and his tip with your thumb until he had hardened right in your grip. "You sure it hurts there?"

"Feels so fuckin good," he groaned again, thrusting his hips into your hand.

You leaned up and kissed him full on the lips, your tongue slipping over his bottom lip and into his mouth to sneak a taste of him. "Well hello nurse," Rhett purred.

You giggled as you helped him get the scrubs off. Rhett practically tore your panties off of you, shoving his cock deep inside your already wet pussy. You moaned feeling his lips and tongue on the curve of your neck, his hips ramming into yours with so much force that the bed shook and knocked against the wall. You felt him gutter into you just moments later, the both of you out of breath and thoroughly fucked enough to forget your troubles.

"Feel better?" you asked, your head resting on Rhett's chest.

"Loads better," Rhett purred.

"Think you'll go back once a year from now on?"

Rhett kissed your lips and rolled on top of you, pressing you a bit further into the mattress. "For you darlin? Anything."

And ever since then, you never had a problem getting Rhett to go back to the doctor's office.

#rhett abbott #rhett abbott x reader #outer range

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blondeboyfriend · 1 year

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𝐖𝐀𝐕𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐌𝐔𝐓𝐈𝐋𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 (𝟏𝟖+)

𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐎𝐑𝐒 𝐃𝐍𝐈

[ PAIRING ] Yoshikage Kira x f!reader [ AUTHOR'S NOTE ] I'd be lying if I said American Psycho didn't inspire bits of this fic. [ SYNOPSIS ] Against his better judgment Kira takes you up on your offer to grab some dinner after work. [ WORD COUNT ] 3k [ CONTENT ] Canon AU, POV switching (though most of it is written from Kira's POV), he is so goddamn mentally ill, y/n is crushing hard, masturbation, oral sex (f receiving), penetrative sex, handjob, murder, angst without a happy ending.

Yoshikage Kira never intended to go out to dinner with you. He was already fantasizing about a quiet evening at home as he finished up his work. He could picture it so clearly: sitting at his dinner table eating leftovers from the night before, eventually making his way to the couch to watch mindless television until the early stages of slumber enveloped him, then he would drink a warm glass of milk and do some light stretches before snuggling up under his freshly washed linen sheets, sleeping soundly until morning came.

But for reasons unknown to him, he felt compelled to take you up on your offer. Maybe it was how you walked by his desk six times before getting the courage to actually speak to him. Or maybe it was your feeble attempt at acting nonchalant about it and how cute it was when your desperation trickled through.

“I haven’t had the chance to try shabu-shabu since I moved here and I cannot be seen doing it alone. Think of what that’ll do to my ego.”

He chuckled even though he didn’t find your comment particularly funny. “Find a time when no one is around and go. Then no one will see you.”

“But I’ll know I’m alone. Like, I’ll have to live with that memory for the rest of my life.”

“What if the food is so good you forget about that part?”

“Kira,” you whined. “Come on. It’ll be fun.”

“I can’t; I have to return some library books. Why not ask someone else?” He leaned back in his chair, trying to see who was still toiling away in the office. “Ah, Natsumi would be a good choice. I bet she eats food.”

You attempted to quiet your laughter with your hands which annoyed him to no end. Who were you to put yourself on display in such a manner?

“I barely talk to her,” you finally said after reeling in your laughter.

“I don’t know what to tell you then. Maybe another night,” he suggested though he hoped you’d never follow up.

“I’ll pay! Please?”

He sighed, denying a cute thing like you was too cruel. “Will you have me home before 8?”

You reached out and put your hand on his shoulder. “Of course I will,” you replied, your tone comically serious. “You can count on me.”

He brushed your hand off of him while making note of how gentle your touch had been. Your hands were a sight to behold, just looking at them made all his blood flow straight to his cock. He crossed his legs and smiled sweetly, trying to maintain a veil of normalcy.

Kira knew he would be testing himself by going on a social outing with you. But it wasn’t as if he was an amateur. There had been plenty of times he didn’t let his urges get the better of him, even when presented with the perfect opportunity to indulge. He was more than capable of exercising self restraint. Besides you were his coworker. Killing you was far too risky. That in itself was enough of a deterrent.

“Do you have somewhere in mind?” He asked.

You nodded. “There’s a place not too far from here. It’s a few blocks down.”

“Have you heard good things about it?”

“No, terrible things. A guy got food poisoning and died in the bathroom with his pants around his ankles. They say his ghost haunts the restaurant to this very day with his dick hanging out.”

“Oh I love that,” Kira said quietly as he shut down his computer.

“Thought you would.”

He cleared his throat and looked up from his monitor. “I’ll meet you out front. I need to take care of a few things before we leave.”

You nodded and strolled off, unaware of the mental anguish that plagued him. Kira glanced down at his lap, watching as his cock fought against the fabric of his pants. He slowly got up, careful to obscure his erection with his quivering hands. Dizzy and humiliated, he skulked into the bathroom and quickly relieved himself. As he squeezed the shaft of his cock he fantasized about how your disembodied hand would feel stroking his tender flesh.

“Stop it,” he mumbled, hoping verbalizing his morality would make it appear.

Misery enveloped Kira as he washed his hands. He was careful to not look in the mirror, unable to bear the sight of himself. He breathed deeply as he unlocked the bathroom door, pulling it open only to be greeted by your expectant presence.

“I felt weird standing around in the lobby.”

He couldn’t follow your logic, but your earnest demeanor was precious so he didn’t think too hard about it.

“Great,” he choked out.

There was a sense of relief once the two of you were out in the world, away from the office. The air seemed lighter, the lights not so blinding and unforgiving. He was at ease as he walked beside you, your hands brushing up against his on occasion. Your disruption was more harmonious than he previously surmised. It was wrong to assume you were a woman of strife and discord. You were more benign than that. You were like petting a kitten that had been napping in a puddle of sunlight. Your presence carried the weight of a reassuring hug. He wanted to melt in your arms and drown in your sweetness.

Everything was painted in a blushy-orange hue as the sun slowly set. It gave your face an angelic quality as it danced across your face. To say you looked picturesque was an understatement. Nothing could shit on this moment; nothing could annihilate his peace. He was sure of it.

“This is… it,” you said sadly, noticing that the restaurant was in fact closed.

Suddenly everything came crashing down. Kira felt like he was going to vomit into his shoes.

“What a shame,” he said, voice straining. He was convinced he could cry at any moment.

Your eyes darted around. “We could get udon,” you said, pointing at a restaurant across the street.

Kira spun around and nearly moaned as relief filled his chest. It was directly across the street, its existence a good omen. He could have kissed you for pointing it out.

“Yes,” he said, wiping his eyes. “We can get udon.”

You gave him a confused look. Damn, he must really love udon.

Dinner went well. You both ordered the same thing, but that was only because Kira wanted to mirror you and what he perceived as your moral superiority. You talked about work, expressing similar grievances. He rarely voiced his discontent to anyone, let alone his coworkers, but you disarmed him. Everything he knew and held dear was now flexible; he didn’t mind bending a little for you.

You upheld your part of the bargain and covered the bill without a second thought. He contemplated paying for everything while you weren’t paying attention, but you were too quick.

“You could have at least let me pay for half,” he said as you signed the receipt.

You smiled. “Nah.”

The sun had set and the streets were not bustling with as much life. The sidewalks were practically empty. Eight o’clock was growing near, putting Kira on edge. His confidence in his self control was waning. It was time to go home.

“Well I’ll see you on Monday. Thank you for dinner. It was nice.”

“You don’t wanna hang out for a little longer? Maybe grab some tea? Pudding? Anything?”

He clenched his fists, nails piercing his palms. Your company was now a burden to bear. He knew you wouldn’t make it out alive if you stuck around.

“You know you wanna have tea with me,” you purred.

A playful grin adorned your face. It was true. Kira did want to have tea with you, but not like this. He wanted to be with you under the warm gaze of a perpetual sunset. He wanted perfection, but the circumstances made it impossible, sullying it all. The longer he was around you like this, the more he wanted to hurt you.

“I doubt anywhere decent is open,” he said firmly.

“We can go back to my place! I actually have this really good genmaicha if you’re into that sort of thing.”

Fuck, he thought to himself. I am into that sort of thing!

“Alright, a cup or two won’t kill me.”

“Me neither. Let’s gooooo.”

He could control himself; he could show a semblance of restraint. Maybe spending more time around you would let him realize your true value. If he liked you enough, surely he’d want to keep more than just your hand around. And it would be nice to have a friend at work, someone to make him seem like a typical guy.

He sighed and convinced himself everything would be fine.

And it was. When the two of you arrived at your home, Kira was pleasantly surprised by its comforting warmth. It was no sunset. But it was close enough, disarming him all the same. He made himself comfortable on your couch. You prepared the tea, blethering about your interests. He watched you intently, taking in every little movement you made.

“Don’t take this the wrong way,” you said, placing a cup of tea in front of him. “But you have the eyes of a hunter.”

“What?!”

Suddenly he was trying to look as doe-eyed as possible. He couldn’t believe his mask was already slipping.

“It’s not a bad thing,” you laughed, nervously scratching the base of your skull.

“I’m sorry.”

“Oh my god, don’t be,” you cooed as you took a seat beside him. “It’s not a bad thing. I—I, uh…”

You cut yourself off by taking a big sip of tea.

“What was that last part?” He asked, taking off his Valentino jacket.

He carefully folded it and hoped the wrinkling would be minimal. He then rolled up the sleeves of his shirt to feel less constricted, a little freer.

“Uh,” you mumbled, staring at his toned forearms. “It’s, like, attractive. I’m saying that objectively.”

You were courting him in the shadows. He wanted to shake you and beg you to stop, to end this nonsense, to kick him out of your home for his predator eyes. All the time Kira spent trying to shield you from it didn’t mean a thing. It made him ill. And it wasn’t as if he could tell you to stop being flirtatious because it made him want to kill you. If you knew that he was a demon with a thin veneer of sanity, he’d lose you forever.

“Thank you,” he said, sipping his tea.

“I’m surprised someone hasn’t scooped you up already.”

“I don’t really like to make myself… scoopable.”

“Fair enough,” you said, scooching closer to him. “So, you’re not seeing anyone then?”

He paused. “I am not.”

You placed your hand on his thigh, fingers grazing the inside of it. He stared down at your hand like it was a grenade.

“I’m not seeing anyone either,” you said bashfully.

Kira felt like he was going to implode.

“You know… I’ve always had a bit of a,” you coughed nervously, “crush on you. I don’t know why. I just feel drawn to you.”

His cock throbbed under his pants, begging to be freed. His carnal needs were taking over. He couldn’t remember the last time he actually fucked someone, and seeking solace in your cunt sounded endlessly appealing.

“Is that so?”

You nodded and squeezed his thigh. His body ached for you, all of you. He wanted to have every bit of it in his mouth and cover your skin with his cum.

“I need you, Yoshikage,” you said, pulling yourself into his lap. Your hands gripped his shirt.

He didn’t know what to say. You were seeing him too clearly. Hearing you say his name made it all too real. But still there was some allure to it. Rarely did Kira ever feel desired and it was clear as day that you wanted him. It stroked his ego in ways he never thought possible.

“Tell me how much.”

Your hands were now unfastening the buttons of his shirt.

“I’d rather die than be without your touch,” you mewled, rolling your hips against him.

Kira felt like his heart was caught in his throat.

You kissed his cheekbone. “Let’s go to my room.”

He followed you to your room and watched as you removed your work clothes. Your body was incredible, delectable, and he wanted to consume it. It was like a sun ripened peach, dewy and glistening under a full moon. He wondered how it would feel to sink his teeth into your flesh, how sweet your arousal must taste.

Kira did the same, carefully undressing and making sure his clothes wouldn’t look like crumpled paper once he put them back on. His ego sang as you took in his naked form. He knew he was physical perfection, a body in the image of a Bernini sculpture. Your eyes were wide, eager, and starving.

You crawled onto the bed, resting on your back with your legs spread wide. He had a perfect view of your slick cunt, one that nearly made him drool. Unable to contain himself, he got onto the bed and buried his head between your thighs. He lapped at your folds, the tip of his nose brushing up against your swollen clit.

He looked up at you and watched as you grabbed your breasts, pinching your nipples between your fingers.

“Feels s’good,” you mumbled in a blissed out daze.

Kira gave your clit slow, languorous licks, savoring the sweet taste of your arousal. He found himself rutting against the mattress, desperate to feel some form of friction. The sounds of your breathy moans sent him spiraling into a pit of pleasure and despair. His urges were creeping around him, whispering in his ears.

I wonder if she’d make the same noises if you sliced her up a bit.

He closed his eyes and focused on kissing the inside of your thighs while he slipped his fingers inside you. Your moans grew louder, more comely, as he curled them.

“More,” you moaned as you laced your fingers in his wavy, flaxen hair.

Show her the real Yoshikage Kira.

“I want your cock,” you whimpered.

He got on top of you, his blue eyes lost in your haze of ecstasy. Lust radiated off of you, drawing him in. There was no way he could deny you.

He guided his cock inside you, tossing his head back as it was surrounded by the plush heat of your cunt. You locked your legs around him, clinging to his body like your life depended on it. He loved every minute of it; feeling wanted and needed was the best sensation in the world. He was sure of it.

His thrusts were languid and sensuous. Kira liked to take his time while fucking. He was never plagued by the overwhelming reflex to come as fast and hard as possible. He preferred to focus on the needs of his partner, slowly drawing out their transcendent moans. He was hypervigilant in his awareness. You couldn’t hide a thing from Kira. He noticed every muscle twitch, every gasp and groan, every gloriously enraptured expression.

“How does it f—feel?” You asked.

He didn’t want to speak. He felt safer with his mouth shut.

You tightened your cunt around his cock.

“Shit,” he choked out as he bottomed out.

You let out a deep moan and dug your fingernails into his shoulders. Your orgasm flowed through your body, replacing your blood with unadulterated ardor. Your sweet sounds filled the room, overwhelming him.

“I can’t,” he spat out abruptly.

He pulled his cock out of you and rolled gracelessly off the bed.

“Huh?” You were in a fucked out daze.

“I have to go.”

“Is this about the library books?”

He shook his head. “No. I j—I have to leave.”

“Can you at least tell me why?”

“I’m afraid if I stay I’ll do something to you.”

You gave him a confused glare. “What are you talking about?”

KIra stared down at his hands, hoping they would have an answer.

“There is something terrible happening inside me and I don’t want it to interfere with my work life.”

You sat up, your annoyance was tangible and took up space in the room. Your eyes were fixed on his erect cock.

“No one has to know.”

“But—”

“Come on. Let me make you happy before you leave, hm?”

His eyes darkened. “You want to make me happy?”

“Yes. I wanna be filled with your cum,” you begged.

He walked over to the bed and grabbed your right wrist.

“Jerk me off.”

“Uh. Okay,” you said, squeezing his swollen shaft.

Precum dribbled out from the tip, coating your hand and you serviced him. You didn’t look enthused, but you gave it your all.

“Good girl,” he choked out as his cock spurted cum over your chest.

Kira looked down at you, trying to memorize your face since this was the last time he’d see it. He would miss your goofiness and your sweetness, but living without it wasn’t impossible. Life would just go back to the way it was before, the way it should be. Home by 8:00 PM. A glass of warm milk. Stretching.

Surely you would understand why he had to do it.

“Whoa,” you said suddenly. “Wha—what’s that fucking pink thing behind you?”

He panicked and Killer Queen vaporized your body, leaving nothing behind. Kira fell to the ground and buried his face into the side of the mattress. The pain in his chest was sharp and raging. He wished he could go back in time and never agree to dinner. He would have forced Natsumi to go with you. He would have insulted you to your face. Anything to keep you away from him.

Kira was at a loss, alone in your home. He had no idea if anyone saw him come in or if anyone at the office knew you two had gone out. He cursed himself for being so reckless and began to sob. His hubris has gotten the better of him.

What a waste. But don’t worry. There will be another one.

Before you ask: yes, y/n was a stand user. Her stand was Baby One More Time and she could bring plants back from the dead.

#yoshikage kira x reader #kira yoshikage x reader #kira x reader #jjba x reader #jjba smut #jojo's bizarre adventure smut #.fics #.jjba #.kira #reader insert #x reader

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yourimaginationrealm · 4 months

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He kinda grew attached to you, despite being just a human but Cordelia disliked this bond and leaked to your villagers that you care about a vampire. Those people mistook you for a witch and burned you alive. Knowing this, Ayato could nothing do than watching you die while his mother told him, it was his fault being involved with a pathetic human. Years later, he killed his mother with satisfactions and slowly, showing her the pain you had to endure and finally revenging your death. However, he would never tell everyone that your death still stings him…

As a child he visits you regularly: You served him self-made Takoyaki and that is why it is his favorite dish. Your warm smile and praise after he gave everything from the swim session. The soft pat on his head is even today his weak spot. This little vampire was obsessed with you, of course his mother has to be jealous after a while. You can not be more than her! Not a human woman!

The red head bragged about being the best and going to marry you one day. You always giggle which brought a smile to his face but told him you are old when he is an adult. He scoffed and offers you to become a vampire: So you can wait until he is grown. You said that is a cute offer but you prefer humanity while ruffling his hair. He became irritated and shout at you why you deny his glorious idea. After this, he ran away. Typical Ayato behavior.

The next day, he came back with tears in his eyes. His mother and brothers were mean to him but he is still mad about her declining his offer. You just took him in your arms as you hugged him while he start bawling his eyes out. He never felt this warm and love from someone....

If friends of yours visit, they wonder who the little red head was: You always lied and mentioned your deceased brother had a kid. "Wasn't he blonde?" They seemed irritated but better than finding out that he is a vampire. A supernatural being at that time weren't treated good...

The last time before your death, you gifted him a shirt of your dead brother. "Why are you giving me this...? It is too big!" You laugh at his bewildered face as he examined the clothing. "Because you always annoy me with marrying you. I can't do that... Yet, my brother wanted that I gave his shirt to my future husband. So I think you should have it!" You smile at him as his face light up. "Wow! Then, wait up until it I fit in." "Haha, sure!"

A few days later, you were burnt as a witch. He never forgets the wicked laughter of his mother. He cried his eyes out while hiding his face into your gift. He swore he is going to take revenge on his mother. The relationship to you makes him more drawn to humans and their antics. He loves basketball, Takoyaki, etc..

Guess what he wore as he brutally massacred his mother after he had grown. Yes, your gifted shirt which was drown in Cordelia blood. "Ah,.. now you ruined my shirt. Ah no... It is the gift of Y/N..." "Wha-? What has she to do with it?" "Everything.... mother..." he coldly stated as a shiver runs down Cordelias spine. When was the last time he called her mother? "How fitting that the shirt she gave me, is drown in your blood... What a sweet revenge...." He laughed evilly as she did back then. "Sadly, I can not burn you like she had died... Although, burning you alive seems fun too..." He licked the blood from his hands and eyed her. " I want more..." "No.... No..... Aya-AhhhH-!" Her screaming ended suddenly. Never had she thought that she dies because she murdered a pathetic human. Or more that her son his the murder of hers.

_______________________ Yes, new Design! Hope you like it. And yeah not the fluffiest Imagine... Wonder where the idea came from xD I just fell back to the Diabolik Lovers Hell so of course my favourite is Ayato....Enjoy!

#imaginationrealm #imagine #ayato sakamaki imagine #diabolik lovers ayato #ayato x reader #sakamaki ayato #ayato sakamaki #diabolik lovers ayato imagine #diabolik lovers ayato sakamaki #diabolik lovers imagine #diabolik lovers ayato imagime #diabolik lovers #dl imagine #ayato x you

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saintsenara · 17 days

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More ships! Severus Snape/Charity Burbage, Severus Snape/Petunia Dursley, Narcissa Black/Lily Evans, Narcissa Black/Remus Lupin

thank you very much for the ask, anon! lots of delicious ships here to get into...

charity burbage/severus snape

i'm going to start this one by pointing out something which features a lot in discussions of snape's relationship with dear old chazza b, and which i have elected to find annoying even though it's spectacularly minor:

in the book [or - certainly - in the original edition, which is what i have] of deathly hallows, charity does not say that she and snape are friends while pleading for her life. this is an invention of the films, which are rather more heavy-handed at hinting that snape isn't really a loyal death eater with blood-supremacist views than the text is.

but, nonetheless, she does still beg him to spare her... and so she must retain some belief in snape's capacity for goodness even though she must be aware, as a hogwarts teacher, that he murdered dumbledore only days beforehand...

which is to say that i love the idea of a bit of snarity [snurbage? burbape?] in a story which didn't deviate from the canon timeline. it is just exquisitely nasty to imagine the two coming together during the goblet of fire to half-blood prince period, initially just for something casual - since snape knows he can't commit to anything given his role as a spy - which then turned into something deeper he was occasionally driven to allow himself to imagine might be able to become a real relationship after the war...

...and then him having to look a woman he's fallen in love with in the eyes and arrange his features into a malevolent smirk while this is happening:

Voldemort raised Lucius Malfoy’s wand, pointed it directly at the slowly revolving figure suspended over the table, and gave it a tiny flick. The figure came to life with a groan and began to struggle against invisible bonds. “Do you recognize our guest, Severus?” asked Voldemort. Snape raised his eyes to the upside-down face. All of the Death Eaters were looking up at the captive now, as though they had been given permission to show curiosity. As she revolved to face the firelight, the woman said in a cracked and terrified voice, “Severus! Help me!” “Ah, yes,” said Snape as the prisoner turned slowly away again.

and then to have to pretend to be completely unruffled as voldemort kills her in front of him.

delicious.

petunia dursley/severus snape

this is one i really, really back.

i’m fond of petunia, who i think is one of the most interesting characters in the series because of how full of contradictions she is.

and who i think is also a victim in fandom spaces of how the adult cast was aged up for the films [in canon, she’s only in her early twenties when lily dies, and the implication is that vernon is a good deal older than her]. her inadequacies, such as her inability to truly care for either child in the household, seem much more nuanced in a woman of twenty-three, who has a toddler and whose entire family is dead, than they do if she’s pictured as a middle-aged woman with considerable life experience.

and like snape, petunia teeters on a knife edge between various chasms: she's a working-class girl from the midlands made good in middle-class surrey, he's a working-class half-blood boy who spends most of his life in pureblood circles; she ends up with her whole life wrapped up in a square little house when she’s barely out of her teens, he ends up with his whole life wrapped up in spying at the same age; she hates the wizarding world and yet covets it, he hates the muggle world and yet cannot escape it; she loves lily and she hates her and she loathes her for dying, he… well, you know the rest.

all of these similarities - especially when combined with the long history of resentment between snape and petunia [she thinks he stole lily from her! he thinks she was the first person to try and keep lily from him!] - makes snetunia just so compelling.

and if you're convinced and desperate to really get into the mess, you're in luck - because you can read the magnificent regretfully, yours by @maria-de-salinas, which takes snape and petunia's bitterness and awkwardness and grief and guilt and remorse and turns it into something really quite beautiful...

narcissa black/lily evans

ok, so i'm afraid to say that narlily is one of those marauders-era ships which i don't fully get the increasingly popularity of - and so, if you do ship it i would be thrilled to get your recs and manifestos as to why.

my objection doesn't actually have anything to do with narcissa being a blood-supremacist [although i don't think i'd vibe with a story which didn't address this at all - and i'm not compelled by a common version of fanon!narcissa which has her as not sincerely holding these beliefs: she is just as much of a bigot as lucius] - i think something quite interesting could be done with narlily [as in all death-eater-with-a-non-pureblood ships] as a vehicle for an examination of the hypocrisy of blood-supremacy; and with narlily as a femslash ship specifically as a vehicle for an examination of how sex with a non-pureblood which has no chance of resulting in pregnancy would be more acceptable in a culture which is so obsessed with heritage and lineage than sex which could.

why i don't really think it would slap for me, though, is that narcissa always comes across in canon as someone who is conformist and a bit staid - largely, as i've written about elsewhere, because she feels a desire to perform according to the gendered conventions expected of a woman of her class background as a way of deflecting the shame brought upon her family's standing in polite society by bellatrix and andromeda's behaviour. lily - on the other hand - is famously a bit bolshy - cheeky and adventurous and argumentative and stubborn.

and so i simply do not imagine their personalities either working well together in any meaningful way or clashing spicily [they'd clearly both regard the other as not worth their time popping off at].

please change my mind!

narcissa black/remus lupin

this, on the other hand... yes. hook it into my veins.

they both live behind masks - hers of gendered social convention, his of self-loathing - which have, at their core, the idea that a proper witch and wizard must be "civilised". and while they both seem to prefer to embrace these masks, there is the potential lurking beneath them for both of them to break free and be wild and raw in the realities of themselves.

plus... imagine if you've also got the post-1981 context of lupin trying desperately to understand how sirius could have become the death eater who would betray james to voldemort and narcissa and lucius trying to establish the fiction that he was under the imperius curse during the first war with the ministry, well before they feel comfortable becoming as complacent in their conviction that voldemort's not about to return as they are at the start of the canon narrative.

lovely misery.

#asks answered #asenora's opinions on ships #unhinged and deranged ships #including...#snetunia #petunia dursley #severus snape #narlily #narcissa malfoy #lily evans

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cozymoko · 1 year

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Hello, since request is open how about gen yandere hc of yoona, son hak and the rest of the dragons?

AKATSUKI NO YONA — YANDERES

SHIN AH'S → HERE

Includes: Yona, Son Hak, Ki-Ja, Jae-ha, and Zeno

Format: Headcanons, 2nd person

WARNING(S): Yandere themes, unhealthy relationships, not proofread.

LINKS: Akatsuki No Yona Masterlist

YONA

Manipulative, Dependent, Clingy

You grew up with YONA in the palace and have been by her side since. You being a few years older than her led you to have many responsibilities of your own, leaving you very little time to coddle the young princess. She hated it. Being her elder, you always kept her in check, essentially raising her into the woman she is today and she had fallen for you long ago.

Whenever you left her side it felt like a part of her died. The young princess grew less lively and even snappy to those around her because they just weren’t you. What was the point in trying to be perfect when you were nowhere in sight? How annoying…

YONA will latch onto you like a koala if it means you won't leave her. She’ll kick, scream, and weep if it means you won't leave her. Nothing is off the table if it means you’ll stick close to her; she adores your attention. In her mind, you love hers just as much. But being the spoiled girl she is, I suppose this isn’t too far-fetched.

Despite being shy about it, YONA finds it hard to not have her hands on you in some way, preferably holding your hand. It takes her back to a time when things were simpler, where you were with her and no one else, cooing sweet promises merely to soothe her worries. A princess always gets what she wants, and she'll cut down anyone who gets in her way.

SON HAK

Possessive, aggressive, protective

As seen in canon, HAK does have a pretty strong jealous side toward Yona. Think of that but times a hundred in your case. It's not hard for him to conceal his distaste for your friendly interactions with others but everyone has their breaking points. When intervening he'll step in front of you, pushing you behind him and out of your "acquaintance's" sight. If you ask him about it later Hak will most likely try to label it as him protecting you.

Being as tall as he is, it's usually easy to keep creeps out of your personal space. After all, who wants to deal with an imposing, scowling man with a Hsu Quandao strapped to his back? But of course, some people still try their luck. Asking you for directions is off limits, let alone allowing a man to speak so familiarly with you. It's always, “Ask me, not them” with Hak.

HAK forever has an arm tossed over your shoulder. He claims it's "to make sure you don't get lost" but the vacant street says otherwise. Leaving the village on your own is forbidden unless you want your neck smothered in deep purple bite marks beforehand. The idea of you completely giving in to his affections makes his heart beat.

If it came down to it, murder isn't something Hak is opposed to. But as a pitiful attempt to keep his reputation, he'll settle for beating them black and blue, until his knuckles are covered in a deep rouge. Jealousy is a terrible disease and once he reaches his limit don't try and stop him.

KI-JA

Jealous, insecure, delusional (worship)

One of the few good yanderes you could be paired with. Ki-Ja is very attentive to his lover and their feelings no matter what he's doing. The dragon is quick to side with you even over his own master because, in his mind, you're never wrong. Everything you say is law and Ki-Ja follows every command without a second thought.

When he’s jealous it’s so painfully obvious. Ki-Ja’s emotions come in waves so when he dislikes something it's hard for him to bite his tongue. The white dragon practically worships the ground you walk on and follows you every step of the way. His loyalty runs deeper than his own blood so he'd rather not see people referring to you so familiarly. (Is he Yona's dragon or yours atp?)

Your praise is forever rewarding, regardless of how small it may be. Just being by your side is the greatest honor one could have, in his eyes. You could look down on him, subjecting him to being nothing more than entertainment, and he would somehow tie it back to you being a kind person. Ki-Ja sees himself as not only your lover but your loyal companion, prepared to stick by your side no matter what happens.

He would never kidnap you, that's out of the question. The thought of you hating him for his selfish acts submerges him with panic. If you were to leave him, he'd wish for death on the spot. But that's only an IF. And killing would only be justifiable if someone has hurt you.

JAE-HA

Manipulative, Possessive, flirty

Jae-ha flirts solely for his own pleasure. No true feelings lie behind his words no matter how beautiful the individual may be. But with you, he felt like a wild animal chasing a female in heat from the way his eyes followed you. You were beautiful, more than the many others he gave his time to, and he was a bit too determined to make you his.

Once a ladies' man always a ladies' man. As I’ve said, he could give two fucks about the women he banters with, they mean nothing to him, but somehow seeing your face contort into a harsh scowl turns him on more than you'd ever know. If looks could kill, he’d be six feet under and he knows that. But I have a sneaking suspicion that he wouldn't mind.

However, your talking to another man leaves him quite bitter (hypocrite). The passive aggressiveness this man dishes out is unmatched; he will rip them a new asshole for even breathing the same air as you. None of your friends compare to you and he tells you that every day. Jae-Ha worships the ground you walk on, satisfies and pleasures you every evening so why was your attention elsewhere?

On a regular day, Jae-ha can be seen by your side, trying his hardest to get under your skin. Placing a hand on the small of your back, biting several of the plush areas of your skin that he can reach. He doesn't shy away from PDA. Mainly due to the curious stares you receive from men that pass you by, their eyes hastily lingering on your figure. It vexes him to no end but he won’t bother getting his hands dirty. Perhaps you can help him let off some steam.

ZENO

Emotionally attached, clingy, dependent

An attention whore at its finest. But seriously, this man thrives off your love and time. It's like a drug to him and he craves it. Whenever he isn’t tending to Yona he tends to you instead. If he could have it his way, every waking moment would be spent in your arms, sleeping the days away.

He's one of the better yanderes of the dragons due to the many centuries he's lived. Don't get me wrong he's completely infatuated with you and is hung up on every word you speak. But he's not one to control your decisions as long as he gets to tag along. Zeno trusts you with his entirety, he just enjoys invading your personal space.

Zeno gets jealous of people like Hak quite often. He's strong physically and mentally even as a human and as much as Zeno admires his strength, he doesn't need you doing that too. So if you plan on interacting with Hak, be prepared for some pretty embarrassing things. Zeno will place slow, wet kisses on your skin until he has your attention again.

The only real downside of this relationship is his clinginess. He never leaves your side. Oh, you have to get changed? He'll help you. You have to use the bathroom? Cool, he’ll wait ‘till you're done and sit right in front of you. Personal space doesn’t exist in your relationship and at times it gets really suffocating. You couldn’t reject him if you wanted to in fear that his reaction will leave your heart aching in regret.

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i-cant-sing · 2 years

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Hello. Just imagining what if baby fushiguro became a teenager or an adult and how would the jjk cast treat her just a request hehe i love your baby fushiguro masterlist it really makes me happy after reader it many times❤️

Okay so teen Fushiguro reader is now one of the most powerful sorcerers because of all the training she gets from EVERYONE. Megumi, Yuji and Nobara work together to try and defeat you because they know that theyd go easy on you if they trained you on their own.

You have beaten Naoya and pretty much all of the Zenin clan quite often. You still prefer to chase Naoya with a katana though.

Aunt Maki and Mai never go easy on you and you still lose to them from time to time.

Nanami also works you until you're exhausted and completely spent, and then goes on about how you're totally unfit for the sorcerer life as he makes you a scrumptious sandwich that you aren't allowed to turn down. Seriously, eat it.

Yuta and Rika do go easy on you and they never let you get hurt, but you still haven't defeated them.

Gojo of course, you haven't been able to defeat even though you can get through his Infinity. Gojo works you just past your limit (and then carries you back to your room and tucks you in). He may be annoying but he does give good tips.

Despite being a very good sorcerer, Gojo still doesn't allow you to go on missions with him, much less alone. Says some bull along the lines of "You're strong like me, so you're always gonna have a target on your back. I'm just trying to keep you safe with me." But it's actually because he doesn't want you to become too independent and leave his wing.

But then the Shibuya arc happens and Gojo isn't around anymore to look over you. The moment Gojo was asked to handle Shibuya, he had Yuta babysit you.

No one was telling you what was happening. Megumi, Yuji, Nobara- everyone had left for Shibuya except for you and Yuta. But the worried look on Yuta's face was enough for you to figure out that they were in big trouble.

Soon, Yuta had to leave for Shibuya to help his friends. His last words to you before he left?

"Stay at the dorms and don't come to Shibuya."

And what did you do?

You went to Shibuya.

Your training finally came in handy when you had to fight down all those curses. When you finally reached the train station and saw what Mahito did to Nobara, you went into rage mode.

You would've killed him if you weren't so concerned with reviving Nobara back. You had practiced a couple of new tricks whenever Gojo locked you at the dorms, and as soon as she began breathing again, you left her in Todo's care before searching for Mahito again.

But instead of finding Mahito, you stumbled upon a man with black hair and stitches around his forehead.

Getou Suguru.

"Ah, you must be Gojo's youngest protégé." He said in a tone that let you know he was something sinister.

"Where is Gojo?" You asked.

"Oh, he's right here." He said, playing with a box in his hands. "I trapped him here. For eternity."

You took a fighting stance. "Let him out or else-"

"Or else what?" Getou asked with a laidback smile. "If you want him, come and get it."

Soon a fight began between you two and Getou was fast as he landed punch after punch on you. But you were faster, and it didn't take long until you were finally able to punch him in the face. But then Getoy grabbed you by the throat and threw you against the wall. He grabbed you again and started bashing your head against the wall, but then you suddenly touched his stitches and your hand began to glow.

"Imposter." You weakly said. "Let him go."

"I'm not giving up Gojo that easily-"

"Let... Getou Suguru go." You said, coughing up blood before looking him dead in the eyes and with all your might, you yelled his name.

"Getou Suguru!"

And just like that, you had summoned the dead man.

For a minute, the real Getou Suguru had came back. He was confused how he'd been brought back because last he remembered, he'd died. But looking at the girl who he was holding by the throat, he figured you were the one who brought him back.

However, before anything else could happen, Kenjaku (aka the pseudoGeto) possessed Getou's body again and looked at you in shock and anger.

"How did you do that?" Who exactly were you? You couldn't be of his clan, could you? No, he'd know. He watched you drag yourself towards the Prison Realm box that had slipped from his hands mid fight.

"Its no use. You can't open it without-" but his words died down as you grabbed the box and began manipulating it.

It was impossible to open the Prison Realm without the bearer of the Front gate or without some sort of special cursed technique.

And yet, here you were, groaning as the box began to break apart at the edges.

Kenjaku could feel you using all of your cursed energy into freeing Gojo, and frankly speaking, he was too stunned to stop you.

Luckily for him, Mahito came just in time to knock you out, leaving the Prison Realm to seal again.

But as Mahito was about to kill you, Kenjaku raised a hand.

"We'll have use for this one too, Mahito. Take her away."

And then we can talk about her time with Getou Suguru and all of the gang. Watch them become yanderes too, you know? While everyone else is losing their mind once Todo tells them you'd entered Shibuya.

#yandere getou suguru #yandere geto #yandere gojo satoru #yandere gojo saturo #yandere gojo #yandere megumi #yandere megumi fushiguro #yandere yuji itadori #yandere yuji #yandere yuta okkotsu #yandere jjk #yandere jujutsu kaisen

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drksanctuary · 8 months

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Nicobaster: Soulmates/games

For day two I did a collaboration with @thomas-life and we did a combination of both prompts:

And a hastily written and edited little excerpt for ya:

Alabaster sifts through the last of what must've been 30 decks of Mythomagic cards.

"Ah! Found him.! Aevin Lackluster: Master Spellcaster. Edition 4. From the Medieyval Myth campaign. He was and perhaps still is my favorite from that series. A lot of the other editions didn't have actual characters...so it was exciting at the time." Alabaster shrugs non-chalantly but his eyes are practically beaming at the card. As if he's holding a literal piece of his childhood self. And Maybe he is.

Nico grins at him from his seat on the floor. He's hunched over his own mess of cards, looking much like a dragon guarding its hoard of treasure. Cards haphazardly spill out from under his legs emphasizing just how many he has... Alabaster briefly wonders where he had he been keeping them all.

"Not a bad card," Nico agrees, "but he's nothing compared to Myra Darkweave, Necromancer Queen, also from Edition 4." Nico holds up one of the cards, and turns it to face Alabaster. She holds a skull in one hand. Her crown is either silver or bone, and around her neck is a familiar green necklace.

Alabaster examines it. Myra’s picture is one that mostly displays Purple,red and black. But the small splash of green stands out.

“Huh, May I?” He reaches out to take the card.

Nico holds it out for Alabaster to take and feigns scandalized gasp, "You don't have her card? how can you call yourself a fan?"

Alabaster plucks the card from Nico's fingers, careful not to bend or rip it.

"She never came up in the packs I had." He says, shaking his head. "I could only get what I could steal"

Nico continues smirking at him.

Al rolls his eyes. "So annoying" he says. /but attractive/ he thinks.

Nico snorts and starts picking through his cards, organizing them by...color? Alabaster raises an eyebrow at the choice, but seeing as in order to play they'd have to shuffle them anyway he supposes its as good a way as any.

Nico speaks without looking at him, that insufferable smug look refusing to leave his face, "I got a lot of my cards in the Lotus hotel." The smirk drops a little but come back full force a moment later, "I won them by beating the older kids" he snickers, "they were so mad getting bean by a 10 year old...its one of my greatest accomplishments." He preens.

"So you've always been this maddening?" Alabaster quips, as he compares their favorite cards side by side. Imagining Nico as a 10 year old sends shivers down his spine...shivers of dread. They'd probably have hated eachother.

Or perhaps they'dve been friendly Rivals. Alabaster remembers himself at 12.../nah probably enemies actually/. He chuckles to himself and diverts his attention back to the cards and Myra’s green necklace. The pattern and design of it is unmistakable. He looks over to Aevin's card to see that he is wearing that same green necklace.

"D'you...." Alabaster considers. He doesn't remember the lore concerning that particular item. Which is maddening considering he usually knows these things offhand. Was it part of some group?

"Look at this" Al continues. "They both have the same necklace... I can't recall what it signifies... do you know what it's for?"

Nico pauses in his organizing to look at the cards, beautiful dark eyes focusing under thick eyelashes. Alabaster bites the inside of his lip to recenter himself, so he doesn't just start staring at Nico Di Angelo like a looney.

"I think I remember that it was some sort of gift?" Nico shrugs, "or a prize?" Or was it a prized-posession? Nico hates being dyslexic, but honestly he was also 10 when he tried to read it so his memory might be faulty.

Alabaster hums. "I see. Well!" He whips out his trusty enchanted glasses that help him read. "Maybe I can look it up."

He pulls out an mythomagic handbook that is so worn that Nico might've mistaken it for an ancient artifact.

He flips through tissue thin pages. "Ah, here we are" Aevin's necklace was made by him, he carved protection runes on the back of the pendant to keep the wearer safe. (Plus 5 defense and plus 2 evasion). So it's a protection necklace...but why is it..." Alabaster’s eyes travel to a small fact box on the side of the page. "When he got married he gifted it to his beloved wife...Myra Darkweave. Who gave him her bracelet in exchange. To solidify them as soulmates through the ages..."

Alabaster looks over to Nico. /what a coincidence/ he thinks. That those two are their favorites...

@them-awesome-rarepairs please accept our late submission 😅 thank you!!!

#it’s a little late but it’s done!#alabaster torrington #alabaster c torrington #pjo #percy jackson #nicobaster #heroes of olympus #son of magic #pjorarepairs2023 #nico di angelo #Shadowmagic #mythomagic #nicobaster household

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kaigarax · 6 months

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Bachira Meguru x Reader

Quote: "Fall in love with someone you'd die for."

“I knew you or I would’ve died. Or maybe even both of us. Yet I cried when the moment came. I cried so desperately that I didn’t think I’d ever stop. And I cried, not just because you died for me but because I knew that I’d never get the chance to see you smile again.”

‘Click.’

“Now ain’t that just some of the sappiest garbage I’ve heard in awhile.” Ego Jinpachi exclaimed.

“Really?” Bachira asked, “I thought it was quite sweet.”

Ego sighed, “and that sentiment is why you will die in the arena.”

“Then I guess that would make two of us.” You said softly as you gave him a slight nudge of acknowledgment.

Ego eyed the two of you from the top of his mug before taking a deep gulp. There might’ve been a ‘tsk’ of the tongue or a rolling of his eyes if the two of you had been able to see it. But, alas, at least the hard man had enough decency to keep some of his harsh criticisms to himself. Especially as the modestly dressed capital woman, Anri, smiled, her voice gentle as she agreed, “I quite liked that speech as well from last year’s Victor.”

“And that,” Ego said, pointing to her accusingly, “is why District 7 hasn’t had a Victor in almost twenty years now. Half hearted effort and pointless sentiments.”

Ego and Anri shared a look. It was accusatory, annoyed and almost desperate. Yes, Bachira figured, that was definitely desperation. What he couldn’t figure out, on the other hand, was why?

“Well?” Ego asked expectantly.

Now you and Bachira shared a look.

Bachira wondered if the man would get up to leave after clearly being outnumbered in this argument but he had sat in place. Tapping his fingers impatiently while his eyes burned holes into the heads of this year's two tributes, yourself and Bachira. Almost as if he were waiting for everyone else to leave his compartment.

You leaned towards Bachira, your warmth serving as a gentle reminder that he wouldn’t be alone going into this. The two of you had never been that close (actually Bachira never had friends in the first place) but he found it… nice? No. The moment was too somber for it to be nice. Then perhaps comforting?

Yes. That was it.

It was comforting.

---

“Oh, Bachira,” You looked at him from your place at the window sill, “you’re still up?” The moonlight made you seem almost ghostly, the warm hue from this morning long forgotten. Your hair looked clean and shiny as it hung uninhibited by anything as it usually did, freely framing your features and face. Bachira might have even thought you pretty if not for the tired look in your eyes. No, that was a lie. He thought you were pretty. In fact, he always thought you were pretty, even when covered from head to toe in dirt.

“Yeah,” he nodded, “you can’t either.”

You patted the spot across from you, “if the constant poking and prodding wasn’t enough to keep me up then the cameras and loud voices from this afternoon definitely were.”

Bachira grinned, propping himself up onto the window sill and across from you, “that and the looming threat of imminent death.”

“Ah yes, imminent death. How could that have slipped my mind.”

“Don’t blame yourself,” he chuckled, “it happens to the best of us.”

Your tired eyes looked up at him, shining silver in the moonlight.

There was a book in your hands, tucked tightly to your chest. It was old and tattered and almost reminded Bachira of something. Though he wasn’t all too sure of what that ‘something’ might’ve been.

“You’re sweaty.” You said.

“I prefer to call it a post workout glow~”

“Well, at least you’re able to do something productive with your excess energy.”

“What do you do?” Bachira asked, “to work out the nerves and relax?”

“Back at home I used to read but it definitely doesn't seem to have the same effect out here.”

“You could always come and work out with me.”

“While a very kind offer I think I’ll have to decline. I’m afraid I’d be too sore. I’m nowhere near as fit as you so working out too much can only do me harm in the arena.” You turned to look out the window, “the moon’s quite beautiful tonight, isn’t it.”

“Yeah,” Bachira smiled, his eyes locking onto your awe stricken expression, “it is. It sucks that it takes us entering into a death arena to finally appreciate it though.”

You laughed, “very true, Mr. Bachira.”

“So what’s your book about?”

“It’s a romance novel.”

“Oh~” Bachira moved so that the two of you were sitting side by side instead of across from one another, “exciting.”

You leaned against the boy despite him still being sticky from his workout, “more sad than exciting, actually.”

“How so?”

“Well, it’s a story similar to our own. A girl volunteers for her sister and ends up falling in love with the boy that ended up having to come with her.” You smiled, “of course, the boy is already in love with her by the time the story begins.”

“Do they make it? The couple?”

“I don’t know.”

“What! Why not?”

“Because I’ve always been too scared to read the end. Better to speculate about the ending, ya know.”

Bachira could only shrug in response.

He certainly didn’t think being stuck in suspense was fun. In fact, even the thought of not knowing the ending was enough to keep him up for the rest of the night. He’d have to find a way to wrestle that book from you and read the ending himself before the end of the night. Not that he’d have to.

The edge of his hand brushes up against yours.

“Do you think it ends happily?” Asks Bachira.

Your hand stays right there. Not jerking away from his own but not close enough to be touching.

You shake your head, “no.”

You don’t move to take his hand and he doesn't move to take yours either.

“Ya know,” you begin, “I used to always think about this moment when I was younger. Though I never really thought that I’d actually be standing up here.”

“Me neither.” Says Bachira, though if he thinks back hard he doesn't think he ever really had a guess of if he'd ever be here or not. It was never really something he’d ever let cross his mind. Not when he was all his mother seemed to have.

“Well, out of everyone I could’ve been paired with, I’m happy it’s you.”

Bachira smiled, “me too.”

“No wait. I'll take that back.”

“What? No take backs!”

“Yes, take backs.”

“Why?”

“Because I don’t want you to die.”

And with that he definitely wouldn’t be able to sleep for the rest of the night. How could he when you were so close.

And for a while, you and him no longer speak. But it’s okay. Neither of you need to speak right now. Not when there are no more words that need to be shared. There can never be anything more shared without an important line being crossed. A line that should never be crossed. Afterall, while the two of you could be allies entering the arena you would have to eventually fight the other.

Most certainly at least one of you would have to die.

Bachira smiles, watching as you slowly lean your head on the side of the window. He debates going to grab a blanket to cover you when you fall asleep but decides against it. Even if you did find a safe haven here you would be very uncomfortable the morning after. Instead, he’ll take you back to your bed.

Your heart seems to be louder than the large clock in the middle of the room as Bachira finally looks to stare out the window.

You were right.

The moon is very beautiful tonight.

---

“And how about you, Mr. Bachira?” Asks the announcer, his voice filled with excitement and joy, “any special ladies in your life.”

“Well, there does happen to be one that I’ve stumbled across recently.”

“Oh, do tell! Do tell!”

Bachira turns to look at the camera, giving his warmest and most dashing smile. Of course he obviously does it for the cameras and guidance but a small part, a teeny tiny miniscule part, does it for you. He isn’t all too sure why but he knows deep down that there’s a part in his chest that wants yours to race as well.

“Getting the chance to know her has to be the absolute best time of my life.”

“Wow! Quite the praise this young lady has received!” The announcer leans in, curiosity both a professional interviewer and curious onlooker seem to mix in, “and what has she done to earn such praise?”

Bachira grins, not one of those dashing smiles but a genuine smile that goes along with his fluttering stomach, “that’s for me to know and you to wonder.”

The crowd applauds loudly as Bachia makes his way back to where you’re standing. The rest of the Tributes eye him for a moment before looking back at the crowd and current interview.

The back of your hand brushes against his.

“You did well.” You say quietly.

Bachira smiles, “thank you Miss. (L/n).”

---

“Don’t get too close with her, Bachira.” Says Ego, his voice methodical and cold.

‘Of course,’ he thinks but instead he answers, “why not?” despite already knowing the answer.

Ego rolls his eyes, seemingly done with holding himself back, “because it’ll only complicate things when the two of you are in the arena. While it’s a good idea in front of the crowd but you shouldn’t be doing something like that when the cameras can’t see you.”

“And if I want to?”

The cold man sighs, “then it’s your funeral I’ll be attending.”

---

It’s quite enough to hear a pin drop, Bachira thinks as he quietly sits beside you waiting for the moment he’s called to be judged. He’s shivering ever so slightly in his seat, though from the cold or nervousness he isn’t too sure.

One girl is staring at her hands, as if trying to recount all the knowledge that she’s acquired throughout the span of her life. Another boy is looking up at the sky, seeming to be praying to a deity that is unknown to Bachira. And then there’s you, leaning towards him, with a book in hand. It’s the same one that you were reading that night on the window sill. Actually, it’s the one he’s always seen you with.

Bachira thinks that you’ve likely reread that book at least a hundred times by now.

He’s actually had a chance to borrow it from you. Only for an hour of course but that was enough. Not enough to read the book but enough for him to learn about you. Like all your favourite lines in the book that you’ve underlined or the parts that you’ve reread so many times that the words on those pages have begun to fade.

He knows that you dot your eyes with small circles instead of simple dots as seen from the little notes you’ve written in the corners of the pages; and how you’re horrible at writing poems as seen evident from all the cringey words written between the margins and lines. But he likes them. In fact he had even-

“District 7. Bachira Meguru.” Says the cold robotic voice of the announcer. Though, humorously, Bachira thinks it might have more emotion than the current District 7 Victor.

“Good luck.” You say, breaking the silence of the room.

Everyone turns to look at the two of you, almost as if they know something the two of you don’t.

Bachira does his best to give you that daredevil grin he remembered you saying you liked, “of course. You too, Miss (L/n).”

And he feels rather invigorated as he enters the room to be tested. Not just because he knows he'll do well but because you wished him luck.

It’s weird.

Why would such a thing make him so happy in the first place?

Bachira isn’t all too sure why.

No. He takes that back.

The two of you are the only ones to wish someone luck. Or at least the only people that he’s heard.

---

On the eve of entering the arena Bachira finds you back in your spot on the window sill.

You look back, hearing his footsteps as he makes his way towards you.

Silently, you scooch over.

He takes a seat directly beside you, not bothering to leave any space.

Tonight, he will ignore everything his mind has been telling him. Tonight he listens to his heart. Tonight, he chooses to sit beside you.

You’re warm, like always. And he’s sweaty but you still lean towards him tonight, finally resting your head on his shoulder.

“Are you scared?” You ask.

“No,” Bachia answers, “and yes.”

“Me too.”

“But I think you have a pretty good chance at winning.”

You laugh, “you’re only saying that.”

“I’m not.”

“Oh. And what makes you say that Mr. Bachira?” You ask, doing your best to mimic the announcer from what feels like so many nights ago.

“Because you’re smart.”

And you can only laugh in response. Bachira knows it’s because you don’t believe him but it's true. Even if you don’t think so, he knows it’s true. Afterall he doubts he’d be here if it wasn’t for you.

His heart aches and his stomach is doing that weird fluttering thing again.

Is it the Capital food? It’s been doing that ever since he got on the train and doesn't seem to be stopping any time soon. He had considered seeing a doctor but didn’t want any rumors starting over it. He didn’t want anything to get in the way of him getting sponsors like a sickness so common among the sick.

But maybe it wouldn’t be so bad if those sponsors instead chose to look at you.

His hand brushes up against yours.

“May the odds be ever in your favour, Bachira.”

“Call me Meguru.”

“Okay,” you say in that soft voice that he remembers you speaking at the end of the reaping, “Meguru.”

And suddenly his heart feels warm again. Of course, this time he knows for certain why.

His heart had said it.

His smile and his eyes had said it.

The crowd had said it.

Even he had said it before his mind finally realised it.

He finally grabs your hand. It feels so small and tiny on its own. So unprepared for what's to come. But that’s not what he’s thinking of. He knows for certain that it doesn't matter. Not just because you’re smart but because you have him.

“I love you (Y/n).”

Fall in love with someone you’d die for.

#blue lock #blue lock x reader #bachira meguru x reader #100 ways to fall in love

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kimetsu-chan · 7 months

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FANART

Fan art for the LOVELY @ghostbite0 ♥️ (I’m going to use they/them when referring to ghost since I don’t know their pronouns)

I have some headcanons about Ro and my oc, Yuna! Any mentions of love in the following headcanons is STRICTLY platonic (unless stated otherwise) as Ro is aro/ace and I want to be respectful of that. (I’m sorry for my not so great art, I’m not very experienced)

Firstly, some things about Yuna. She is kinda like Mitsuri in the sense that she falls in love too quickly. She has a bubbly personality but can get very serious when needed. She is 19 and her pronouns are she/her, she’s pansexual but has a preference for women.

NOW, onto how they met! Ro and Yuna initially met when they were sent on a joint mission. Yuna immediately took a liking to Ro since she reminded Yuna of her little brother.

Yuna cares greatly for Ro, and gets quite protective of them whenever someone bothers Ro.

Yuna will often rant to Ro about her current “crush”

ex: “you don’t underSTAND Ro! She’s just so cute! Do you think she likes me back?! Ah… your right, probably not” (sad Yunie 😢)

Sometimes Yuna gets worried Ro finds her annoying, but in those cases I headcanon that Ro would approach her and ask her if she was ok because she wasn’t talking as much as she typically did

very much okokok and lalala (Ro being the serious and Yuna being the airhead)

As they got more missions together, Yuna eventually found out about Ro’s “ability”

Although Yuna was surprised, she didn’t turn on Ro. Ro was like family! Why would she turn on them now?

I headcanon that Yuna unfortunately died a when they were on a mission together against upper 6 (the sun came up so it ran after killing Yuna)

after dying, Yuna likes to follow Ro around because she doesn’t want Ro to feel like they’re alone

.. those are pretty much all the headcanons I have for Yuna and Ro, I wrote this quickly and I didn’t edit it so I apologize if it’s messy 😥 I REALLY HOPE YOU SEE THIS GHOST, AND IF YOU DO I NEED YOU TO KNOW YOU ARE RIDICULOUSLY TALENTED— you deserve all the praise in the world :)))

#fanart #ro #oc #im not very good at art 😭

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phoenix-is-the-hottest-thing · 6 months

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Speaking of the little vitas, do you think vita actually cares about them or is she just treating them well on a whim?

I think it’s complicated.

I think she started out caring about them very much (though probably out of loneliness rather than as genuine parental or filial love) but grew bitter over time because

(spoilers from ch41)

the kids died and were recreated nine times already— she complains about raising them being repetitive in chapter 40, if she had to start over each time, no fucking wonder.

Additionally, she’s their big sister, and they’re copies of her in a similar way to herself being copies of Sa, so they’re clearly related— but considering that Phosphorus is Sa’s creation that gets destroyed and remade on a whim (the reason the children have died repeatedly) she probably didn’t choose to raise them at all, she calls it part of her job in chapter 40 and Hua points out that detail specifically.

So like… imagine being a big sister but you get forced to raise your seven little siblings alone, as part of the job you’re desperately trying to escape. And then once they’ve finally grown up enough that they don’t need you, you leave, visiting occasionally and bringing back souvenirs, and one day your mom tells you ah yeah something went wrong we’re starting over. They all died. Here they are again.

And no matter how many times this happens, the kids haven’t changed, haven’t grown, haven’t matured more than they had before, they’re no closer to giving YOU emotional support despite how alone you are or the grief their death puts you through.

She seems annoyed about how naive they are, how they’re good little kids who have no fucking clue what she’s going through or what the world outside is actually like, what Sa is like… But they’re just innocent and ignorant little children, it’s not their fault.

Who wouldn’t be bitter, really?

Additionally, in chapter 40 she reveals that while raising them, she was questioning whether her own rotten personality was similar to Sa’s due to nature or nurture. Was it inevitable with how she was made or just her?

She tried to find answers through the little Vita’s, and they’re good kids. I don’t think it’s much of a leap to think that she deeply resents being alone with that struggle too, how the children are effortlessly selfless and hard-working and kind, while she turned out to be a selfish villain.

Of course, it’s not fair for any of them. The children were raised in and live in a peaceful city where one of their greatest trouble lately was finding shelter for stray animals. Their job is a much more peaceful one, they don’t need to be liars, thieves or murderers. Vita’s entire life, she’s been keenly aware that she’s a slave of a maniac, forced to perform a cruel job she has grown completely numb to, and that life has been somewhere around 250 millions years (not counting the unknown amount of time she spent forced to sleep, but even if she slept 99% of the time, she still beats Hua’s lifespan multiple times over!)

Sure, she could have decided her job is too horrible and tried to kill herself instead of other people, but you can’t resent her for preferring to put up with it and hope for herself. Being selfish and detached from the interests of others was probably the only way she could stay sane throughout, and she’s a person who has a burning desire to live, a product of her circumstances with the simple wish to one day be free. Compared to the kids joyfully giving their all to their line of duty… yikes.

And even then! Vita found wiggle room in her life by avoiding Sa’s gaze and staying lowkey as much as possible, but she still never had much of a choice when push came to shove— her odd behavior in chapter 39, where she confirms multiple times that her friendship was sincere and she would’ve rather spent more time with the Salt Snow gang while also having no moral issues killing them, is a good example of this dissonance. At the end of the day, even when she comes to care, she can’t be a hero and put other people’s lives before her own, because she wants to live more than anything else… which leads me to my next point:

In chapter 41 she seems to deeply resent that the children care more about Phosphorus than their own lives, she becomes especially curt towards them when Blue mentions that they have to be ready to sacrifice themselves (though it’s not clear to the player that’s what he means at that point, that’s what he’s implying, and she doesn’t like it).

But of course they couldn’t understand why she would want them to prioritize staying alive. Their duty is the meaning of their life. They don’t know what that would mean for her and her own job, if she acted the same.

So she’s angry with them, and takes it out on them. Yeah, Vita is mean to the kids and bullies them a little bit, lies to them. In one of the secret scenes from chapter 40 she jokes about taking Orange with her on her travels— it’s one of many instances where the children and her are having very different conversations.

For the children, it sounds like it’s favoritism, but also taking Orange far away from them and their home, which is why they do not like it.

For Vita, it’s most likely a threat to break Orange with the horrible reality of her job because she’s way too kind. She’s also well aware that the kids would hate to be separated and makes fun of Green for being dependent on Orange.

You may end up thinking she doesn’t care at all because of how she takes out her frustration on them… but as Moriarty later points out, she still showed up when they were in danger. Her mood worsens when the topic of them dying again comes up. Finally, we know from Salt Snow that Vita is a sensitive person who can get attached easily, she’s just prone to ignoring her attachments because of her job—

All signs point towards Vita caring for the children on some level, even if she’s deeply bitter towards them. I doubt she’d do anything heroic to rescue them. I’m pretty sure the museum scene in chapter 40 is meant to imply she was planning to abandon them without looking back if she could free herself.

She still feels something if they’re going to die. Anger, if they let themselves die, even for a good cause.

It’s complicated.

#honkai impact #hi3 #asks #honkai spoilers #vita

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