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kykyonthemoon · 4 months

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rafayel and xavier with a reader that gets so stressed out she breaks down sobbing? 🥹

(and zayne if you want)

Soothing

Thank you for requesting!

🌻 Character x F!Reader

Masterlist

𝑹𝒂𝒇𝒂𝒚𝒆𝒍

When you entered the studio, Rafayel was resting on the sofa with his eyes closed.

“You're back already? How was the meeting with your old friends?"

He got to his feet just in time to witness the pearl-like tears that were cascading from your eyes. You quickly wiped it away, but Rafayel immediately came to your side and held your wrist.

"What's wrong? Did someone bully you?”

You hiccuped loudly. Rafayel wrapped an arm around your waist and pulled you into his arms. "Tell me. Who dares to make my bodyguard cry?

You leaned against Rafayel, a cheek pressed against his chest. His heart rate shot through the roof, then steadily stabilized. The sound of his heart pounding was what you loved listening to, as it soothed you.

Waiting for your sobbing to pass, then you added:

“Sometimes being around other people is so tiring.”

Rafayel took a small step back. His hands circled your neck and raised your chin just enough to make you meet his gaze.

“Are… Are you sick of me? You're about to leave me again, is that true?"

You had to giggle at the pathetic and sulky look on his face. Rafayel was drawn closer by your arms encircling his hips, and you said:

"No. I'm talking about my group of friends. As for you, Rafayel, you are not even human.”

“That's right.” Rafayel exclaimed as his face brightened. “Then you don't have to be sad. If you no longer have friends on land, you still have fish in the aquarium, and in the sea. Fishies are waaaayyyy better than humans. Especially a particular fish that knows how to draw, sing and make you laugh.”

This time you laughed out loud, cracking in the room filled with Rafayel's artwork. He was right; you always had him and the ocean for company. You did not have to try to please everyone, but just the people who were most important to you.

“Thank you, Rafayel.” With a little tiptoe, you kissed his cheek, causing his face to flush.

𝑿𝒂𝒗𝒊𝒆𝒓

As soon as you left the practice area, you caught a glimpse of Xavier waiting outside. You did your best to conceal the tears that were ready to fall, but they were still visible to him.

“What's the matter?”

"Nothing." With a forced smile, you replied. Of course, Xavier did not believe that.

“Are your test results not good?”

He had got you, so you just stared down at the ground. You were trying my best to stay calm, but all you wanted to do was cry out loud in his arms.

Seeming to know that, Xavier pulled you close. His hand gently stroked your hair, pausing now and again to pat your shoulder as a gesture of comfort.

“I… I've been practicing for months… And yet… I still couldn't pass that test…”

"It's not that bad. There haven't been many Hunters who had successfully completed that test. No need to be so harsh with yourself. You did very well, and you are always the best Hunter.”

Feeling Xavier's arms tighten, you sobbed again. It wasn't enough to simply aspire to the top; you also wanted to succeed in every test and every challenge. Given Xavier's level of expertise as a Hunter, you wanted to show that you were strong enough to accompany him and shield him without letting him worry about you everywhere, all the time.

Xavier waited for you to finish crying before gently suggesting:

“You know, getting plushies from claw machines is also a way to practice skills.”

“You just said that to cheer me up.”

However, when you thought about the cute plushies waiting to be taken home, you suddenly felt calmer. Why not, when the most adorable plushie in the world was standing in front of you, eyes wide open as if he was pleading with you to accompany him to the arcade?

“Are you sure you want to miss the special edition plushies this week?”

Xavier asked. You replied with a shake of your head.

"Of course you won't. Let's go then. The greatest Hunter in Linkon cannot be outplayed by any claw machine."

With a smile on your face, you held his hand. You might have failed this test, but you already won Xavier's heart.

𝒁𝒂𝒚𝒏𝒆

You did not say anything to Zayne the whole way home. Yet Zayne remained silent, concentrating on driving without even asking you a single question, even though he knew just by looking at your face, you had had a very bad day.

The intense work made you exhausted. You had been under constant stress for around two weeks straight. The number of Wanderers appearing more and more seriously caused you to take on extra shifts, but that was nothing compared to the paperwork you had to report, or the secret meetings that lasted for hours.

Somewhere in your crazy schedule, you still hoped to receive a call, a text message from Zayne. But when you saw nothing on the phone screen, your heart sank even though you knew Zayne's work was very busy these days.

In any case, you were grateful that he took you home and agreed to cook dinner for you today. You decided not to let your stress bother him. But as soon as he put the bag of food on the kitchen counter, Zayne pulled you back and gave you a strong embrace from behind.

“Z-Zayne?” You were startled and couldn't move because he held you so tightly.

“Now, can you tell me what’s on your mind?”

His whispering voice and his warm breath made one of your ears turn red. You were confused:

“You noticed?...”

There was a sigh coming from behind you. Zayne let go of you, then turned you around to face him.

“I didn't ask, because I expected you to tell me everything only when you wanted first.”

The number of patients visiting Akso Hospital has also increased dramatically in recent days. Regular overtime work was required of Zayne. Yet he still maintained a calm attitude in all situations. Every day and every hour, he always tried to be better, to save more people. You should do the same and become stronger.

You sat up straight to look into his eyes. A smile flashed across Zayne's lips. He lifted your chin and wiped your face with a tissue.

"Do not be sad. A smile is much better on your face."

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bones-and-bluebells · 1 month

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Imagine Welcome Home being one of those kid’s shows where the cast is mainly puppets but then there’s like one or two humans thrown in the mix.

You are a child actor that featured as a main character on Welcome Home. You were someone for kids to relate to and see themselves through. You’d go on all sorts of adventures with Wally and the rest of the neighbors.

Sadly, eventually you were cut from the show after becoming too old to continue playing the role off the neighborhood’s human friend. You had to say a final farewell to your beloved friends as well as the viewers (think Steve from Blue’s Clues going to college).

Of course life didn’t end there. You moved on to bigger and better things. You eased into your adult years happy and healthy and with your own house, your own car, and a wonderful career. It wasn’t until your friends got you a special present for your birthday that Welcome Home finally came back to you.

Inside the opened present was a Wally plushie and a VHS tape of “Welcome Home: Julie’s Not So Joyful Day”.

You smiled. That was one of your favorites. It was where Julie suddenly gets very sad because her family hadn’t sent her any letters for a whole month and all the neighbors, including you, did everything in their power to make her feel better. You knew the ending, Eddie had misplaced the letters and forgot about them, but after a heartfelt apology and writing her family an apology letter, things ended up okay.

You happily thanked your friends and after everyone had headed home, you broke out and old (but still functioning) VCR player. Siding the pink VHS tape out of its colorful sleeve, you carefully pushing it into the slot and sat down the your couch with the remote.

The movie played well enough at first. Julie was skipping rope in her yard next to her mailbox, happily humming to herself. Eddie tipped his hat to her in greeting, but didn’t stop to give her any mail. Julie looked dejected at that, remarking that her family should have sent something by now. You engrossed yourself into the movie until it got to the part where Poppy came to talk to you, Barnaby, and Wally about Julie’s mood.

It was suppose to be a scene where you and Wally were painting Barnaby with an apple on his head. Instead, Barnaby and Wally were the only ones there with Poppy. You were gone and your canvas was tipped over and ruined. Even so the scene played on with the characters talking with noticeable pauses where you remember you had spoke. Everyone even reacted like you were speaking to them! Then just as Wally went to suggest that they should throw Julie a party, there was suddenly a weird glitch and the movie completely stopped.

You looked on in confusion. The movie was stopped right as Wally was turning around so that he was facing the viewer. The way the screen distorted Wally’s face almost made him look… sad. The way he looked at you was almost like he was sad to see you.

‘Lonely.’ Your mind supplied. ‘Lonely without you.’

You and Wally were the best of friends when you were part of the show. Everyone often referred to you as Wally’s little sibling from how you two acted like family. It made your heart ache as you remembered Wally’s crestfallen look when you told him you had to leave. He never wanted you to leave and if it were up to you, you wouldn’t have.

“—-ome he—“

That startled you out of your thoughts as the badly broken words sounded from your speakers. You looked to the screen and Wally’s face hadn’t moved.

“C-C-Co— he-rrr…”

You weren’t sure why but it almost felt like you were being called to. It felt silly to think a movie was calling to you but without thinking you got up and made your way over to the screen. You felt a bit nervous, but reminded yourself that there was nothing to felt scared of. Nothing was going to happen. Your mind was being unreasonable.

“Com— He-re…”

With a deep breath, you reached out and touched the screen.

…

Nothing happened.

You let out a small huff with a wry smile. You honestly don’t know what you were-

Suddenly small felt hands reached out of the tv wrapped around your outstretched hand and with surprising strength, pulled you forward and through the screen of your tv.

It was like you entered a portal in a fantasy movie. Once moment you were in your living room, the next you where free falling. You closed your eyes against the sudden dizziness as you plunged down to who knows where.

To your surprise, you never hit the ground. You just closed your eyes and moments later, you were being cradled in someone’s arms. The scent of paint and apple scented cologne hit you and stirred up find old memories in your mind. You’ve been held like this before after falling asleep after a long day of fun. You were carried home and put to bed by someone you trusted deeply.

But how could this be?

You carefully, slowly opened your eyes to find a sight you would have never expect.

Wally Darling in all his blue pompadour, rainbow attire, sleepy-eyed glory was looking down at you with a sweet smile as he held you in his arms.

“Welcome Home, Y/N.” His borderline monotone voice said. “It’s so good to see you again.”

#platonic yandere #welcome home #wally darling #welcome home puppet show #former child actor reader

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another-lost-mc · 11 months

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Thinking about it, in a world with an otaku!MC the brothers are kind of obligated to be nicer to Levi bc any insults towards him would be dragging MC down with him..

A/N: Oooooh. I wrote Player Two which is the brothers basically treating Levi and MC the same (as geeky weirdos) but MC doesn't really care because Levi's the best friend they've always wanted. Thinking about the reverse of that situation is interesting in its own way too.

LEVIATHAN x gn!Reader, 0.6k words, SFW.

Content warnings: some cursing and jealousy.

It started with a pack of candy. Beel picked it up at one of the Devildom shops known for importing human world sweets. You've talked about the brand and he thought he'd surprise you. He would've given it to you in private, but Levi was glued to your hip more often than not these days. He found both of you in your bedroom playing Super Smash Devils.

"Oh...you meant this was for both of us, right?" you asked, glancing between the pack of candy and Levi guiltily.

Beel fumbled through a lie to cover up his mistake and rushed from the room. He makes a note for next time so he remembers to buy three boxes instead of two (one for you, one for Levi, and one for himself).

After he left, you took a piece for yourself and handed Levi the box. You hummed happily around the coated end of your stick candy while you turned back to the screen to select your character for the new match.

Maybe you bought Beel's flimsy excuse earlier, but Levi didn't. Things have been strange with his family lately, but you seem ignorant about the changing family dynamics going on around you.

The other siblings don't tease Levi anymore when he talks about a game he bought or some random gacha toy he managed to get, because you're excited about it too. They don't want to hurt your feelings, so they try to keep their opinions to themselves.

Some of them, like Beel or Mammon, make an effort to surprise you with little gifts: capsules from a gacha machine in downtown Devildom, overpriced knock-off plushies of anime characters at the ghost carnival passing through. Satan surprises you with manga off your Akuzon wish list, and Asmo paints your nails while you watch anime together in your room.

From Levi's perspective, their sudden change of heart about his dorky hobbies is a double-edged sword.

He's happy that they're accepting of you now. When you first arrived, they initially treated you like a weird outcast—the way they used to treat him. You're not as introverted as he is, and they're making an effort to include you both in activities you might actually enjoy.

But on the other hand, part of him wishes they would just fuck off. You're perfect. He knows you've charmed them as much as you've charmed him, but he was your friend first. He thought he was going to be able to keep you all to himself. He knew from the first time you stepped into his room that you were the real-life Henry he's always wanted. He's the one that should be buying you gifts so he can hoard your praise for himself. You should be spending time in his room, or inviting him to yours, if you want to watch anime.

Why are you even giving them a chance? They don't deserve it. They were too stupid to realize how special you were. Don't you realize they're only tolerating the things you love so they can be close to you?

He tries to hide his growing jealousy, but it gets harder as time passes and his brothers keep finding new ways to insert themselves into your hobbies.

You notice Levi's foul mood sometimes when he can't contain the bitterness that laces his voice or the irritation in his glances. He gives you an excuse so you don't worry about him; he doesn't want to taint you with the bitter venom coursing through his veins.

You're finally happy living in the Devildom now that his family seems more accepting of you—of both of you.

He's furious that their acceptance means having to share you with anyone else.

#obey me #obey me leviathan #obey me x reader #omswd x reader #obey me leviathan x reader #leviathan x reader #obey me levi x mc #leviathan x mc #obey me levi x you #leviathan x you #obey me fanfic #omswd fanfic #x reader #gn!reader #jes.replies

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kuni-is-daddy · 1 year

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Hi thank you for taking my request if it's all right can I please ask for a part two where he finds out the darling is good and stitching/customizing and

Where he find the darling making a doll of him

So they can hug it when he isn't there

YANDERE SCARAMOUCHE X FEMALE READER.

1.43k words. Scara masterlist

TW:? Signals of anxiety, Bl00d mentions, Threatening. Shameless manipulation

Featuring?: Childe. Mentions of scaras fatui life and backstory/Inazuma spoilers.

Scara's oufit for your 'date' ->> Link

First part -> Jirai Kai

Kuni pulled away from the kiss to observe your fragile body against the tree. "Hah. Never though you could make the taste of dango better my love. We should have more dates like this~" you blushed and looked away from him. "I-it wasnt a date! We we're just going to pick up your package. i-i didnt even want to come out.." "Oh really? but im sure you did enjoy the little show i put on for you, didnt you?" he snickered at your silence, then licked off the woman's blood from his hand.

"You liked talking to that sneaky youkai as well.. Why didnt you tell me those two humans we're bothering you. I would've got rid of them right then and there." He roughly cupped your cheek, Giving you no choice but to stare at his dead indigo eyes and bloodstained choker. Until You we're interrupted by the sudden roar of thunder. "Ugh. How irritating.." He then pulled away from you to look back at his 'masterpiece' "Lets head back through the way to tenshukaku darling. Then im sure you wont have to worry about anyone else~" you smiled at his suggestion, only to be startled by the sudden drop of rain. You turned and kneel'd down to open your pastel bag. It had a small umbrella inside, plushies, snacks, 1 energy drink and your empty sowing kit. You pulled out the small umbrella, sighing at your empty kit. Meanwhile, Scara was still in a daze. Wondering if one day he could show you his work within the fatui personally. You nervously tapped his shoulder. to which he immediately turned around to. "Hm? Whats that love?" the water and blood began to mix, draining down his overshirt. "…I brought an umbrella just incase..Do you want to walk together Sca- Kuni?" A warm smile appeared on his face. It was rare, but something about the way he'd smile would always warm your heart. It was a pure and innocent smile as if he never committed the 100s of atrocities he's done. He took the umbrella out of your hand and wrapped his arm around your waist. Holding you close while guiding throughout the path to tenshukaku.

You walked through the city again while getting a couple of stares and laughs over how kuni looked, making you cling onto him even more. The anxious pit in your chest felt as if it subsided a little. It was still their and it wasnt easy tuning it all out but you felt a mysterious comfort with kuni around. //The two of you first met at ogura muro's kimono shop as you we're browsing for dark sakura patterns to use as doll fabric. Your hoodie was still over your head. "Excuse me? Do you mind helping me pick out some fabrics. A friend of mine also has a interest in those colors you have but.. I cant seem to know which one is right." He smiled but you didnt reply. The counter woman giggled.

"Sorry dear, Y/N always has her headphones on." She smiled. 'So it is her.' Kuni thought. He already knew who you were beforehand but never intervened. He looked at your beautiful choice of style. In inazuma their rarely was any unique styles of clothing, being deemed as inappropriate. but he couldnt get over how astonishing you looked. from your stockings with little hearts that matched your black footwear, to your cute sanrio trinkets and keychains along your bag.

Fantasizing over the two of you walking throughout inazuma in matching outfits, exchanging tastes in music, or even coming to your house for dinner. He wanted you from the beginning. You lived in his head rent free while he was in schneznaya for a year. It pained wondering anxiously if something happened to you due to the laws. He wasnt the best artist but to calm his worries during breaks on missions he'd draw pictures of you in his clothes and the wet fantasys he'd have of helping you take them off.//

You browsed through your phone, hoping to distract yourself from directed stares. "Hmm. Your being awfully kind arent you? Im surprised you didnt let me walk in the rain myself." he looked down at you while you scrolled through your gallery of dolls. Tuning out his words just as you first met. Eventually walking past ogura mio at her textiles and kimono shop, You tugged at scara's shirt. Then pointed to the shop. "Of course, darling." You rushed with a smile on your face. Searching through layers of fabric while he was amused with your 'childish' reactions. After finally picking out things you liked, you walked towards the counter hoping to see Ms Ogura again. After all..It has been 3 years since Kuni kept you. Your smile turned to a frown after realizing she wasn't there. Her daughter, Mura Mio was lazily taking care of the family business. Headphones in ears and reading manga "Um..Excuse me.." Mura didnt reply, mearly looking you up and down with a tsk then turning back to her book. The pit swirled in your chest from the awkwardness. You held the cloth and thread in your hand then walked back to kuni. He looked up at your grim eyes and immediately put his cold hand on your shoulder, Bringing you back under the umbrella. "Whats wrong baby? They didnt have anything you wanted? I thought this was your favorite store." You looked down. "...l-lets just go home kuni...its closed." Kuni then gave the umbrella to you and walked back towards the store after looking then seeing mura. "N-no kuni its fine lets just go home please-" You shieled your face in embarrassment, Hoping he wouldnt make a scene.

He walked up to Mura's desk. Watching her look him up and down. "Hi welcome to ogura-" she glanced behind him to read the sign but saw you. Realizing the both of you had similar outfits on, She sighed again. "I dont know why your girlfriend had to send you in here to make a scene." Kuni leaned over the counter, resting one of his hands on it. "Are you deaf or just stupid?" "Ugh- Excuse me?!" Mura leaned back in her chair as he got closer to her uncomfortably. "My Wife, wanted to buy something from this-" He looked at the run down markings in the floor. "Store. But you act like you cant do your own fucking job-" Mura cut kuni off. "i dont even want to work here, And i dont really care what that…other freak is to you, and-" She bit her tounge. A faint smell of metal began to come from kuni. "What? You Dont have anything else to say to this Freak?" Blood countined to drip down his choker, Pattering onto the pages of her manga. Mura shivered as the metalic smell and taste from her tongue overwhelmed. She looked down at the picture then back at the male. His indigo eyes then began to glow with a purple tint, disappointingly looking at mura. "Humans like you truly are pathetic, A complete waste of space." Mura froze in fear as Kuni began walking around the counter and towards her. Still stuck in her chair. "You act tough and degrade a person behind their back or even to their face, Yet When I come around, People like you regret ever being like this to my darling." "P-please..i-..Im sorry. T-take whatever you want from the store! Bring her in and!-" "Orders? Hah. Your telling me what to do with my love? You sure have a mouth to run dont you? How about…I cut it? Watch you choke on your own sloppy-" He stopped talking to look back at his darling, sitting at another dango stall with the umbrella and eating. 'My love, Your so precious. Too delicate for this world. Why did you leave me? Dont you remember when we first met here' At the sudden thought he then remembered that this was ogura's daughter. The glow in his eyes faded, he walked throughout the store picking out things similar to the items you chose. loving how humans would fear him. Especially after an act like Mura's. He still paid for what he bought out of respect for Ogura since you actually cared about the woman. He looked back at Mura. Both knowing her demise.

Kuni walked towards you sitting with your umbrella closed, The rain finally stopped. "My love~" You shuddered at the sudden call. Internally sighing that the nice silence you had was over "Y-yes kuni?" "What do you even need this shi- this stuff for anyway? Do you make clothes or something?" He looked through the bags then glanced at your now starlit eyes. "Oh! i- i like making dolls. Even customizing! Some of the keychains on my bag I made them too! S-sorry if its a boring hobby.. I know hobbys are for 'idle bodys' as you'd say." He flashed the bags in your face, Insistingly. "Take it and have fun." "W-what..?" "I said, Take it and have fun. Do i have to repeat myself?" He sighed as you giggled and looked through the bag. "Back when I was kubuki- I mean, Traveling. I met a boy, A fledgling just out of the nest..He gave me a doll he made that looked just like me." He then sucked his teeth after realizing he started to get emotional. Reaching to comfort his eyes until you ambushed him with a hug. You didn't know why you hugged him, Countless thoughts we're telling you not to after he kidnapped you, killed your entire family and livelyhood but you didnt listen. staining your beautiful outfit against his bloodstained clothes. While the bags buckled against his back as you wrapped your arms around him. He immediately pulled you into a kiss. Ignoring the now tolerable taste of dango. "Your mine Y/n." Your heart swelled, falling into Kunikuzushi's trance once again.

"Turns out this Mura chick fled out to sumeru, Sucks.. She's kinda hot." Childe Breezed through the papers while the boat rocked. "Wouldn't expect anything less from you Childe, In love with the weak. Explains why your the 11th." Scara turned in his seat. Looking as the view of the tallest point of the academia was visible through the ocean waves. "Hey, At least ill be sure the one I have really loves me~ I wont have to go through any extra killing or-" "Living off of lies wont do you any good Childe, This is why your still single." Childe laughed 'thats ironic' he thought. "Comrad its called, Waiting for the right one. Besides, being this rude wont give you a free month of me doing your missions so you can hang out with y/n!!" he poked scara's shoulder as the boat rocked again, Making his hat tipple over a bit. "Do me a favor childe." "Sure comrade!" "Jump off the boat." "Aw cmon kuni, be nice. 3 more weeks with me will be fast." Kuni then glanced down at the electro crest on his fatui uniform, And the dangling feather his mom gave him when he was first born. He swore he'd never take it off, Along with the mini doll keychain you gave of him. Kuni was pouting as his hat was halfway hanging onto his head, Unlike the one the little boy gave him, it was if he was smiling this time, Human emotion. Something he'd only show for you. He smiled then looked back at childe.

"I look forward to that."

Authors note/ Thank you for reading if you made it this far :) Ive been posting off and on because I still have responsibilities, but summer is here babes so im free! Have a great day everyone :)

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the-fiction-witch · 11 days

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Sweetheart

Media - The Artful Dodger AU Character - Jack Dawkins (Med Student Surgeon) Couple - Jack X Reader Reader - Y/n Y/l/n (Med Student) Rating - Sweet Word Count - 3613

Warning - Mentions and Discussions of SA

Y/n yawned as she headed up the stairs of the Hospital, after a long day. All day she had been dealing with problems the senior doctors didn’t want to deal with as was typical for a medical student in a training placement. She heads up the stairs to the small studio apartment she shared with the other Med student on placement here.

She walked down rubbing her eyes in her clothes after changing down in the laundry after dumping her gross uniform, and glasses on her nose, as she opened the door to the room. The place was small, up in the attic of this old rural hospital, the place no bigger than a dorm room with two small beds, a small stove and mini fridge, two small desks and a shared wardrobe. But Y/n yelped as she put her hand over her eyes as the other Med student, her roommate, and bed friend, Jack Dawkins stood in the middle of the room shirtless, pushing up a pair of purple boxers, so she could see his half-hard erection, "Jack!"

"Jesus Y/n! knock next time, would you!?" he yelped pulling his boxers back up quickly to conceal himself,

"locks. Doors have them. Use them Dawkins!"

"So you were just gonna barge right in? I mean you can't get mad at me if you walk in on me not expecting it!"

"you should have locked the door. I lock the door when I change even when I think you’re downstairs!" she said keeping her hand over her eyes as she put her other hand out and tried to walk to her bed, stumbling a little given she couldn’t see, "how was I supposed to know your changing and it's not just a door to our room" she explained,

“You could have knocked at least,” He complains pulling on his brown sweatpants,

As she walks her hand meets his bare chest and she seems confused stroking his chest slightly "What is this … warm thing?"

He looked down at her hand and told her, “Uhh… me,”

"AHH!" She moved away, "you could have mentioned it!"

He laughed before sitting down on his desk chair. "You walked right into me and then began stroking my chest? At what point was I supposed to mention it Y/l/n?"

“Can I look now? If not can you at least point me in the direction of my bed?"

He laughs putting his hands on her hips to turn her, “You are pointed,”

“Thank you, Dawkins,” She pats his hair, “Can I look? Or are you just being a perv?”

"You think I would sit in my desk chair naked?"

"I don't know what you do when you're alone," she said as she walked,

“I have clothes. Well…”

“Well?”

“I’m… covered in any area’s I would be arrested,”

“Put a shirt on,”

“Why?”

“Cause it bugs me you can show off, that you get to have your boobs out,”

“I have told you many times I am open to you having your boobs out,”

“I’m well aware Dawkins you pervy little nerd,”

“Ugh fine,” he sighed grabbing a white t-shirt and slipping it on, “I’m dressed,”

Y/n moved her hand away so she could see “Good,” she said jumping on her bed to lie down Hugging her big stuffed bunny,

He raised an eyebrow as he watched her, "Why do you have such a huge stuffed bunny on your bed? Like it's almost as big as you"

"makes me feel loved" she smiled Hugging her plushie

He rolled his eyes grabbing his blue button down to slip on over his white t-shirt, "You know if you feel that lonely you could always get a boyfriend"

"ehh then I have to feed it. Walk it. Clothe it. Sex it ... Too much effort"

"You know that's not how it really works. It's not like that. You just need to find someone who appreciates you, who you appreciate. Someone who you can spend every moment with without ever getting bored"

"ehh if I feel the particular need for human interaction I just ask a question about something weird and obscure and let you rant for six hours"

He laughed "I can carry on talking about the most random and obscure things in the world."

"mhm," she nodded cuddling her plushie tighter

He stood up from the desk chair and lay down onto his bed, putting his hands behind his head. "...can I ask you something that's been bugging me for awhile?"

"speak Dawkins"

He thought to himself before finally working up the courage to ask. "Why haven't you tried to get in a relationship? I mean, you aren't an idiot and, while I'll never admit it to you personally, your… very attractive. So why haven't you tried to get into a relationship?"

"I don't know, bad experiences, general laziness, too much else to do," She explained, "the draw of a relationship in my mind at least is companionship and human interaction which I get from you, sexual gratification which I can do myself, and comfort cuddles which I have weighed blanket and bunny plushie."

He listened intently before rolling over so he could look at her. "But like, wouldn't you rather have someone there who genuinely loves you? Someone that you can hold tightly in your arms and feel that loving embrace from them?"

"It would be nice but I don't know people don't really show interest in me"

"Do you want to know what I think? I think your too caught up in this idea that no one is going to show interest in you that you have yet to consider the fact that people might just be afraid to approach you. If you catch what I mean, you don't give a welcoming appearance. You don't go to events and only ever socialise with me. It's like you're isolating yourself."

"I've tried it before didn't end well..."

"What happened?"

"he was .. weird, but cute and nice to me. We dated for a while I then found out he was ... Doing stuff to me. In my sleep. Purposely giving me food and drinks to make me sleepy so he could... Do stuff."

He suddenly sat up, a look of anger on his face. "Who is this guy? Give me his name and I'll kick his ass right now! That's not okay! He took advantage of you. He's a scumbag and he needs his head kicked in."

"he moved away, I hope he stays very very far away”

He was still angry, but just sighed and lay back down. "What a scumbag. I can't believe he would abuse you like that.”

“Yeah kinda have some trust issues now.”

“I get why,” he nodded, after a while of silence he spoke again, “Y/L/N I know you say that you don't trust people, and are lazy about relationships and what not, but if you ever need affection you can... You can use me."

"offering yourself are you now dawkins?" she raised an eyebrow,

He chuckled sarcastically. "I'm sure there are other people who would give you the attention you should get but, I know I'll always be here. I'm just saying you can come to me if you ever just need cuddles or something, nothing more."

Y/n chuckled she sat up “You serious Jack?

“I’m serious Y/n, Plus I mean… I wouldn’t mind the comfort, I don’t have a big bunny to hug or anything so… I kinda might like a cuddle every so often too,”

She rolled her eyes a little before she fully sat up, and gave her bunny a big hug before sitting it on her bed, she then hopped across the room to stand by his bed "Hi"

He propped himself up on his bed so he could look at Y/n better, before waving. "Hey. Coming in for cuddles are you?"

she laughed “How much are they?"

He smirked, "Free, but you have to put up with my rambling about random topics."

"mmmm... Alright" she laughed climbing into his bed and laying her head on his shirt her fingers stroking the soft cotton,

Jack wrapped his arms around her and closed his eyes, softly smiling as he felt her head lay on his chest. "You know, you fit perfectly like this. I know it sounds all cliché, but you do. Like two puzzle pieces. Fit perfectly."

"mhm" she mumbled too comfy for words

He smiled wider as he held her gently against him. He put his chin on the top of her head and began to run his fingers through Y/n's hair tugging out her hair tie and playing with her loose hair, "See? Feels nice doesn't it?"

"you’re soft" she nuzzles her nose into his chest,

He chuckled gently as he continued to run his fingers through her hair. "You are an incredibly soft Y/n. Not gonna lie, I do like this. I do like having you cuddled up to me."

"did you shower today?"

He laughed gently at the sudden question. "Yeah. Took one when I got back before you got here. Clean and smell nice don’t I? Why? You can smell my body wash?"

"mhm, you smell nice" she nodded,

He chuckled gently and smiled at the compliment. "You think I smell nice?”

“Like pine tar,” She smiled, “And mahogany,”

“Oh… I don’t know my body wash is just… whichever of the Lynx that I have in there.” He laughs,

“Which one is it?”

“No idea… the gel is blue, if that helps?”

“I thought the blue one was meant to smell like ocean,”

“Yeah I think so,”

“You do not smell of the ocean,”

“... pine tar and mahogany?” He asked,

“Umm very woody,” She said putting her hand a little higher on his shirt to stroke the fabric,

“Uhh… Oh! Might be my deodorant,”

“Whatever it is, I like it.”

“I'll take that as a win. And you smell incredible too. Like... Vanilla and honey."

"It's my shampoo" she yawns “honey shampoo"

He let out a little chuckle, "You sound tired Y/n, why don't you take a little nap?"

"are naps free?" She looked up at him,

He chuckled and kissed her gently on the forehead. "For you? Naps are free and unlimited. And you have the option of staying close to me the whole time or falling asleep in my arms."

She nodded clearly close to drifting off to sleep, she shifted a little but for a while, Y/n is laid on his bed, her hair loose, her eyes closed glasses knocked off her nose a little from laying on his chest, lips parted, her cheek against his peck, her hand on his stomach, her fingers absentmindedly fiddle with his shirt,

Jack gently watched Y/n as she slept on the bed. He gently took off her glasses and placed them on top of the near by desk. He then repositioned her his hands wrapped around her to hold her. He smiled as he closed his eyes and listened to Y/n's breath as she slept peacefully, his thumb softly rubbing over the back of her hand with affection as she slept. All though he wouldn’t tell her, he was so deeply in love at this moment. He already loved her, but this was just perfect,

"Jack…”

Hearing Y/n speak caused him to gently open his eyes. He whispered gently "Yeah Y/n? What is it?"

"I... I wanna cuddle ... Every...day"

He couldn't help but chuckle gently and smile at her request and the way she said it clearly so sleepy and cosy that she was almost sleep-drunk. "Of course you can sweetheart. You can have cuddles anytime you want. As long as I'm here, you will get as much physical attention as you want and need."

"I want... Kisses"

He raised his eyebrows in surprise. Clearly not expecting such a request from her. "You want kisses… How about a deal? You can get as many cuddles and kisses as you want and in return I get to go on my random rants and stuff whenever I want?"

she was clearly deep in sleep as she begins peppering his chest with kisses, He chuckled as he felt her begin to kiss his chest. He couldn't help but find this adorable as he gently whispered He gently ran his fingers through her hair and kissed her forehead, "I'm taking that as a yes."

"Jack…”

"Yeah, Y/n. I'm right here" He whispered, continuing to let her pepper his chest with kisses, feeling her soft and chapped lips against his shirt,

"re ... Organize"

"re... Organize what sweetheart?"

Jack tilted his head slightly, not entirely sure what Y/n was meaning by this, though he could make a few assumptions. He gently kept his fingers in her hair, his thumb softly rubbing against her cheek. "reorganize... Room"

“Reorganize... Our Room?” He let out a chuckle and smiled gently. "I did reorganise it a few days ago. Is there anything else you think I should move or put away? I'll get it done once you wake up."

"reorganize room... For big ... Big .. big bed..... Big bed for ... Cuddles" she said talking in her sleep

He smiled and sighed as he gently listened to her little sleepy rambling. "Aww, you want one of those big cuddle beds so we can snuggle all the time? You're so cute."

"reornagize put .. together make .. big bed... For cuddles"

He smiled gently and chuckled as she mumbled about the big bed further. "Sure thing Y/n. I can reorganise the room and make a big bed for us to cuddle in together. Just get some rest, and it'll be done by the time you wake up."

She begins to softly wheeze and snore deep on her sleep too deep not to speak, He chuckled and smiled, gently kissing her forehead. He continued to listen to her sleep, his arms still wrapped around her as he lay in his bed with Y/n wrapped up in his arms.

A good few hours past after Y/n fell asleep. Jack gently got out of the bed, trying his best not to wake her as he began to rearrange the room to create a 'cuddle bed' that she had requested. He set up the two beds so they were one large one, before placing some blankets and pillows on top of it. He sighed and smiled as he finished the set up, before looking towards Y/n's bed to check if she was awake yet, but found her laid on both the beds now they where together and hugging her bunny plushie, cuddling her bunny plushie now that jack wasn't there to cuddle with He chuckled as he watched her. He stood up and quietly walked over to her, sitting down on the edge of their now-connected beds. He gently reached over and began to stroke her hair, gently whispering "Hey... Y/n. Sweetheart? Wake up, I got something to show you."

"I don't wanna go to school" she whines,

He snickered at her answer. "No school, silly. I got a surprise for you. Just open your eyes and come take a look."

she yawns and sits up rubbing her eyes "What am I looking at? Where did my bed go?"

He smiled and gently pointed to their beds, "See that? A giant snuggle bed, just for you and me."

"oh? Why?"

He shrugged with a smile. "Went off your request when you were asleep, to 'rearrange the room for big bed cuddles', so that's what I did. I made us a giant bed for cuddling in."

"ohh... I see, thank you jack. Not sure what your gonna do when you bring a girl back though" She yawns

Jack laughed "Who said I needed to bring a girl back? I have a gorgeous girl already, so why would I need to bring someone else home? Besides, I'd never do that to you. You're like... My best friend, probably the only person to ever listen to me ramble about my obscure and random facts."

"what about when you wanna sleep without me cuddling you?"

"Y/n, why would I ever wanna sleep without having cuddles?" He teased, before letting out a sigh. "Don't worry about that, I'll be fine... For now though, we just have the giant snuggle bed and a couple of blankets to cuddle under. Care to join me and be little spoon?"

"I would like to be a small spoon" she nodded,

He chuckled and climbed into the bed wrapping his arms around her to spoon her and he gently kissed her shoulder. "Yes you are, you're so small and adorable. The littlest spoon. I don't know about you, but I think the littlest spoon deserves a few kisses. And cuddles."

she nodded "Yes please"

He couldn't help but chuckle as she nodded. He started planting kisses up and down her shoulder, before planting kisses on her neck and on her cheek. He whispered in Y/n's ear, his breath hot against her skin.

"You want more, don't you, sweetheart?" he asked,

she nodded with a wide smile blushing,

He smiled and continued to place kisses and bites along her neck and shoulders, leaving a trail of red marks all over her skin before finally whispering in her ear "You're such a cutie, a precious and adorable cutie. And I am going to keep planting my kisses on your skin and covering you in love bites."

"nooo! Big spoon is tormenting the littlest spoon, littlest spoon can't run away" she whines

"Ah ah ah" He teased, gently holding her close so she was trapped against him. "That's true. You can't run, you're at my mercy. And I'm going to shower you in cuddles and kisses, like a love machine."

she giggled again "jack?"

He stopped his bites and kisses on her skin and looked down at her, tilting his head slightly. "Yes, Y/n? What is it?" He whispered, his voice gentle as he held her in his arms.

"thank you for cuddles, and kisses, and for making us a big bed to cuddle in... You didn't have to do that for me" she turned to face him "but now I don't ever want to leave"

He smiled and blushed at her words. He couldn't help but admire the adorable little smile on her face. His smile widened and he pulled her in closer to him, wrapping his arms around her and holding her body tightly against his. "sweetheart I don't want you to leave. I want you to stay here. Besides, I will happily take any excuse to shower you with attention and kisses, especially if it means I get to have you as my own personal little spoon."

she nodded and moved to rub her nose on his before pushing her lips gently to his, He closed his eyes as they began to kiss, the feeling of her lips against his causing his heart to flutter. He kissed back and smiled into the kiss, bringing Y/n in closer to him and wrapping his arms tightly around her body as they kissed. she slowly pulled back "sorry I should have-"

"Don't apologise." He whispered gently, opening his eyes to look into hers. There was a look of adoration and adoration in his eyes. "There's no need. You don't need to apologise for such a good kiss."

"jack..."

He looked into Y/n's eyes, his expression nothing but soft and sweet. He raised his hand to gently brush some hair from her face. "What is it, sweetheart?"

"did you wanna go get ice cream? Like .. a date?"

His eyes widened in surprise. He was somewhat stunned by her words. "A.. A date? Like an actual date? With me?"

"mhm" she nodded "or we could just use netflix and order Chinese food?"

His face lit up He gently grabbed her hand and held it in his while he smiled. "Honestly... The Netflix and Chinese food sounds pretty good. But... I'd like it to still be called a date. Do you mind?"

"still a date, perhaps the first of many?"

He couldn't help but let out a little chuckle as she asked the teasing him. "Definitely the first of many. How does every week sound? Each week we could have a movie date night. If that sounds good to you, of course."

"mhm and cuddles and kisses everyday between"

He chuckled and nodded in agreement. "Of course, we get cuddles and kisses at every given opportunity. And I'll take full advantage of a little spoon who's trapped in my arms."

"and do you think maybe after some days you'd be open to a title?"

His head tilted in confusion when she asked the question, and his face displayed a confused expression. "A title? What do you mean, Y/n?"

"a title... As .. boyfriend?'

His eyes widened in surprise as he blushed, surprised she actually wanted him as a boyfriend. "You want me as a boyfriend? Are you sure? I'd be happy to, with you as my girlfriend but.." He stopped and took a deep breath, and he took another chance "But I need to say that you're the most gorgeous, stunning, wonderful girl I've ever met. And I'd be truly happy to have you as my girlfriend. Are you really sure you want me as your boyfriend?"

"I'm sure, your so sweet and kind, you made a big bed for me just because I sleepy talked about it, I love listening to you ramble about things and I love your cuddles so much" she cooed

He blushed heavily. His face was red with a mixture of happiness and embarrassment. "Aww you're such a sweetheart Y/n. Such a wonderful, adorable little spoon. And as long as you listen, I'll continue to ramble to you about all my weird and obscure facts." He smiled down at her and gently squeezed her hand. "So does that mean I can call you my girlfriend now, sweetheart? My adorable girlfriend?"

"it does," she nodded

He smiled and leant down, gently kissing her lips once she nodded. Pulling back from the kiss once it finished, he pulled her in close to him and nuzzled her hair. "Good, because you're now a officially a taken woman. You're my cute, sweet girlfriend, and I am your sweet, weird boyfriend. Does that make you happy, sweetheart?"

“Very happy Jack,” she cooed nuzzling into his chest, so he happily cuddled her back.

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hugemilkshake · 1 month

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Snow anon: ok I admit I pretytped this in a notepad on mobile since I thought this up in the middle of the night....buuut added onto it when you mentioned how things will get untense when y/n talks lol! And sorry if it's a little bit of a mess, typed it in a half asleep daze since I woke up in the middle of night with idea and had to type it down as fast as possible before my shitty memory deleted it lol!

Baker thinks once they have healed up and so on after being baked...they think the cookies will put em to work and vows to repay the cookies for their kindness....maybe their first words once they are strong enough to talk is "thank you for everything."

Only to discover the spoiling doesn't end once they get stronger. (If ya want: the spoiling INTENSIFIES!) reader is surprised....but then, to explain why this is happening, maybe they say lines that hint at them knowing y/n's past. Like "oh y/n, you must be tired. You've worked so much. Here, I Made your favorite!" Or "Oh heh y/n, I know you worked hard for [item] so I made/got it for you!" and it's like a gaming console y/n had always wanted but could never afford or fit into their life or a plushie they wanted but couldn't get....like the cookies make sure y/n doesn't want for anything.

Also idea...y/n is either talking or learning to talk at this point...like I'm curious how untense the cookies become once y/n can talk!

(Also random guess why it's tense...they don't know if they grabbed the right human until y/n speaks and they recognize their voice and go something like "oh thank the witches we grabbed the right one!"? Lmao!)

Enjoy the milkshake! Idk why it took me so long to write this but here ya go!

Also sorry if this is shorter than the other 2

Chit chatting

-Platonic scenario-

Part 1, Part 2

Strawberry Cookie was panicking at the fact you were standing up, and also understandably scared. Like you you were randomly standing up, how could she not be scared??

Strawberry Cookie had called Wizard Cookie over to make sure you wouldn’t crumble and to their surprise you were pretty much good to walk and move around! As long as you didn’t do anything too wild

Now trying to explain to the two of them proved to be very difficult due to your throat still being too sore to talk

So you had to try and act out what happened since you didn’t know sign language and their was nothing you could write on around so you were kinda embarrassing yourself

In the end you all gave up since you were getting no where. But good news! You could actually go outside finally! So that was nice

At least so you thought…

Some cookies were… kinda concerned by you. You came out of nowhere and couldn’t talk… it’s a bit suspicious

Other cookie were quite friendly and even offered to aid you in walking since you were being guided by Gingerbrave

The cookies who were more friendly with you kept on giving you lots of free stuff, claiming that you seem very familiar so here’s some stuff

While the cookies who were more put off by you tried yo get information out of you, just to see if you could be trusted.

Chili Pepper Cookie was the one who interrogated you the most, you were hanging around Gingerbrave and his friends, like I mean she doesn’t care for them she does care

Chili Pepper Cookie was also the first one to hear you actually say something, what you said was probably really simple like a yes or no but still you could actually speak

After that you just were spoiled by way more cookies, they thanked you for helping them build this glorious kingdom!

You were starting to think that there was more to this cookie game than meets the eye…

#crk #cookie run #crk x reader #crk self aware

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okchijt · 2 months

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Author's Note: Thank you so much Anon for the request! Sorry the request is a screenshot, I accidentally posted it cause of the stupid mobile update 😒 But anyway, this is such a cute idea! I'll be more than happy to do it for the little monster 😍 Just hope I didn't make him that OOC hopefully ^^' And lastly, go ahead and check out my masterlist if you like what you just read and if you want to request anything yourself, thank you, and enjoy! 🩷

His Little Stealer - Eric Cartman x Chubby!Reader Headcanons

🔴 The fact that you're close to his weight by being chubby makes Cartman unironically love you more. Being the only overweight kid who regularly gets picked on for it is still hurtful no matter how hard he tries to play it off or fight back. So having someone he can relate to with a similar body type is a plus in his book.

🔴 Also, just as Cartman always defends himself by saying: ''I'm not fat! I'm just big-boned!''. He would do the same thing for you and even throw hands if anyone ripped on you for being chubby. But to his surprise no one does so, why? Because you're an actual decent human being, others don't hate you and don't make fun of you. But if you act like Cartman then I take it all back.

🔴 But let's be real for a second, we all know Cartman sucks and he doesn't have the best track record when it comes to any relationship whatsoever. But as his partner I see him letting you get away with stuff he won't let others, and by that I mean everything. He'll let you do and say whatever you want and he'll bite down on his tongue just so that he doesn't accidentally say something wrong. Cartman is a horrible human being but for you? He'll try and become aware of how he should treat you right.

🔴 Back to the wholesome headcanons! I already said it, but I wanna add a little bit more to the idea. Cartman loves your chub, okay? He won't say it out loud ever though, not to you or in front of his ''friends'' cause he thinks it's embarrassing, but he'll make sure you know it with actions alone. Not only will he let you touch him without protesting, but he'll cuddle you too! You'll either be lying in bed together or on the couch with his arms wrapped around you as he grabs and fondles your excessive skin gently. It's just so soft and squishy, how can he not like it and hold it like his favorite plushy!? He'll act like he doesn't even know what you're talking about if you say anything about it, you'll know he loves doing it though cause he'll always be blushing red as he death glares the TV in embarrassment. One way to quickly gain back Cartman's attention though is by hand-feeding him Cheesy Poofs or anything really. His face will be redder than before and he still won't talk but he'll definitely pull you closer to him as he grumbles under his breath about how: ''weak'' this is. He actually means the opposite, trust me.

🔴 If you're someone that's insecure about their weight, Cartman totally gets it, he won't say it of course but he does. He'll make sure no one ever says a word about your weight by threatening them and depending on the person it might work. Of course no one regardless would ever say anything, but Cartman doesn't trust them so he still goes out of his way to do so. Also, if you decide to stop eating because of it, he will not let that slide one bit. He'll force you to eat himself and he won't take ''no'' for an answer unless you tell him that you're just dieting and being safe with it, then he'll begrudgingly respect it.

🔴 Now onto the stealing part, he both loves it and hates it. He thinks it's cute how his hat blocks all of your vision and his coat just kind of hangs on you, covering you entirely. It's almost enough to make him let out an audible ''awww'', almost. But at the same time, you're stealing his stuff! Now he's freezing his tits off as you embarrass him in front of his ''friends''! If you were anyone else he'd scream at you, but you're his partner so all he does is whine and cling to you as he tries to force you to give him his clothes back.

🔴 They ain't many opportunities for you to steal his hat and coat though, either grab it and run when he isn't wearing it or beg for it. You can only have an opportunity of stealing it when he's playing with his "friends" and he's being The Grand Wizard or The Coon. He'll immediately figure it out once he's done playing for the day and seeing his clothes go missing so prepare to witness an angry Cartman storming into your home demanding his stuff back only for you to make him stop in his tracks out of cuteness overload when seeing you wear his clothes.

🔴 Then there's begging, it can go either way actually. You can only win this by bribing him, doing something for him, getting him something he wants, or helping him accomplish something. Of course, knowing Cartman all of those things I've mentioned are 99% of the time requests to hurt the others around him and only satisfy him. Just because he loves you, doesn't mean he won't involve you in his schemes every now and then, it's like he wants to be partners in crime with you. Hoping that you're a decent person you obviously don't agree with any of it, so it leaves you no choice but to beg. Some puppy eyes with a promise of cuddling with snacks as you watch TV make him succumb almost instantly. He'll be all grumpy about it but he secretly loves it.

🔴 Overall, Cartman isn't vocal about how he feels about your weight in fear that he won't admit to that he'll accidentally hurt your feelings. Like I said he's trying to be better for you so he prefers to show how he feels with actions. He loves your body, he relates to you, and won't change a thing about you because you make him feel secure with his own weight despite what everybody else says. And again, with the stealing thing, it's a love-hate relationship for sure. Cartman doesn't like his stuff getting touched, let alone stolen so he does get annoyed at you for it, but then again it's you that does it so he can forgive it. Plus there's no denying he finds you absolutely adorable with his clothes on, the blush on his cheeks, the halt in his movement and the odd silence says it all!

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mallowmaenad · 5 months

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"Dude, how long have you been at it??"

"I AM AN IMMORTAL MACHINE! MY WILL IS INFINITE."

The human's mouth smirked in a silent chuckle as she watched her roommate on what looked like her ninth hour of gaming. The room smelled like the inside of a hot car, two different oscillation fans pointed in the robot's direction.

The human girl scanned the room as she walked closer towards her friend.

"Babes you're so hot right now that you're fucking up the pleather of your ratty gamer chair."

The camera-like head rotated, apeture adjusting as it leaned forward to get a better look at the damage. A low thrumming sound vibrated through his voice box, an equivalent to a frustrated groan. The shutter flittered as she thought about the best course of action.

"Maybe I can get a chair from the kitchen..."

"And burn the house down??"

It turned to her human companion, sitting there in silent thought, the jovial smile he was given upon entering was gone. She knew it hardly took it this long to think.

"Well... I wouldn't say that would happen... probably."

Two firm taps on the casing on top of her head, the human withdrew her finger, hissing quietly.

"Bitch you sound like you're running on Chromium and I could fry an egg on your head."

The bot took its hands off the keyboard, rotating his chair with a motion against the chest in an expression of surprised betrayal.

"C-Chromium!?"

They both looked at each other motionless, the biological of the two shifting from an expression of a disappointed by concerned mother.

It pantomimed sulking, though the feeling was far more authentic.

"S-sorry... I... was just having... you know I don't like powering off, it's not the same as sleeping, y'know. I don't dream, and I basically don't wake up until I'm fully charged. Sometimes I can't even smell or hear until I've been awake for a few minutes." She brought her knees to her head, a rumbling whine coming from inside of him.

The human wanted to console her friend, hesitantly bending down and patting him on the head, a hushed "Ow, ow." following the display of affection.

"Look, let's just hook you up in low power mode."

"I'm pretty helpless when I'm like that, and I'll charge a lot slower..."

"I'll take care of you."

It blinked, fluttering loudly as she contemplated things, but it was too late to say no. A quiet but pointed beeping emitted from inside the chassis. Low power mode.

The next ten minutes were a blur, the human hissing and cursing as she walked it into the living room like a wounded soldier. Consciousness began to fade back in as the LEDs along its spine blinked red, the fat cable plugged into the outlet on her back. The two fans from his room placed nearby.

"Oh thank fuck I thought your batteries died."

The sound of an exhale, anthropomorphized as one anyway. It focused on the... beautiful, soft face of her roommate.

"...'letric sheeb..."

She put her hands on her hips and smiled, stifling a laugh.

"I thought you said you didn't dream~?"

It leaned forward, shakily tilting its head.

"f-feelsh like id..."

"Why do you even sound like that? You like, you don't have a tongue."

The gentle sound of a revving engine, she wasn't in a thinking mood.

"O-ok how about I put on some cartoons and bring you your plushie?"

"Yeee~"

"What do you want to watch?" her tone lilted, talking now in the voice of a gentle, motherly figure.

Its apeture twitched, if she was an old computer sure enough she'd be making that AOL dial tone. The swivel of his neck going limp, leaning against the wall.

"c-cube... cube dog."

She smiled, she knew what the robot meant.

Soon the machine was squeezing its electric eel plushie and watching a show her human friend had shown to it in the past, occasionally whirring or saying simple phrases, beeping and booping in delirious joy. In the other room, her human was making fried eggs.

#microfiction #robot

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dreamdropcompanions · 4 months

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guess to put it simply we are plushie addicts. we find comfort in solace and support and plushies. more than humans or sometimes even animals. this is really hard because we feel like we are greedy or materialistic. or don't know something we feel really bad because we feel like we are just trying to just collect and buy and buy and get when it's more of a emotional urge or need then something that we're thinking about beforehand it's something that comforts us.

we talk about our plushies we draw our plushies are plushies are a positive coping skill. with our plushie collection when we donated a decent portion of it to get us under 100 plushies it was very hard we had some form of love and bond with all of our plushies but we had some that had more bonds than others.. so we decided hey we're going to downsize and as we downsize it felt like we had a hole in us.. and

as we gain plushies again the fear and the anxiety came back of oh I need another one I need another friend I need another support system to hang out with and draw with and be comforted by their presents and talk with them or they talk through us or they talk to us this is really hard it's really hard to feel this way like plushie addict is that a thing??

because we've been addicts of quite a few many things we're still dealing with and eating disorder and self-harm addiction but plushies have just been a good coping skill all around. but it you know it's draining our bank account but we're trying to like budget it in so we can still get a plushie it's very hard to cope with these bad feelings because, our mind is age stunted by trauma.

yes most of our system members are children but even the older alters still have issues with and deal with similar issues and conflicts even though we're older. we don't want to feel this way we hate feeling this way why can't we just have a normal relationship with this??

but that is the thing we don't have a normal relationship with anything we're mentally ill we're disabled mentally and physically. and these are one of the only things that give us joy and happiness even for it's temporary even if we have to switch plushie to plushie when we dealt with pain with our plushies it was the overwhelmingness of having to choose who we were going to spend time with when we could feel and here all the emotions and stuff of the plushies so it was hard and it was hurtful and we had to take a break and we did take that break and we stopped posting.

we are really mentally ill and we're going through a lot of stuff right now yet we're still trying to post because posting about our plushies is a coping skill that we have talking about our plushies is a coping skill that we've gained through the plushie community and we don't know how to deal with this right now cuz we're really in a lot of emotional pain right now we're in a lot of physical pain right now but we are trying and we want to share this even though we have a bad feeling and guilt about it… just needed to get this off our chest - the dreamdrop system

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ggomos-maribat · 2 years

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Damian Wayne, the Sy-on Boy

Damian glared at the small girl sitting at the front of the classroom. He could still feel the sting of her punch during their encounter the previous day. Unforgivable! I am the blood son of Batman, heir to Wayne Industries! How dare she? Spite bubbled at the pit of his stomach. The girl should've been expelled right away!

Marinette Martha Lane-Kent. The absolute bane of his existence. Since they first met, she had been pulling idiotic but conniving smiles followed by a 'heh' that irritated him to no end. She was a whirlwind, unpredictable and unbelievably clumsy. It was a mystery how she even got into Eden. The school had no room for disaster human beings.

His face contorted into a frown as he watched her doze off in class. Stupid pigtails. Stupid big blue eyes. Stupid face. His heart began to pound with anger.

Suddenly, Marinette jerked awake and turned to look at him. Heat crawled up to Damian's face and he looked away. What's her problem?

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There she was again, strolling across the dining hall. Damian was wearing his usual brooding look while he ate. He had seen Marinette attempt to talk to him a few times, but Tsurugi had held her back. He scoffed. As if I'd ever listen to what she says!

Another problem was that the other students wouldn't stop talking about her. How she punched the Damian Wayne, how violent she was, how weird she was. Damian would roll his eyes at the empty gossip. They were students of Eden! They should know better and mind their business. He noticed that Marinette seemed to be bothered about the rumors but he'd never acknowledge that observation out loud.

After finishing his lunch, he stood up to head to the library. My academic progress is not enough. I must surpass my brothers, earn those Stellas and climb my way up to become an Imperial Scholar quickly.

"Sy—syon boy!" A voice squeaked in front of him.

Damian found himself scowling at her. He couldn't formulate any words for some reason.

What's this fuzzy feeling in my chest?

He could sense the other students whispering around them. Marinette flinched, fiddling with her uniform. "I . . . I—uhhh . . ."

She began to sniffle, her hands balling into little fists. Sagged shoulders trembled. Damian looked around in a panic. What? Is she about to cry? The whispers intensified.

Tears gathered in her eyes and trickled down her reddened face. "I—I'm sorry I hit you yesterday!"

Damian stumbled back a little, gaping at her. His heart skipped a beat. What is happening?

"Ma—Marinette just wanted to be friends with you!" The girl sobbed.

What? Where did these flower petals come from? Why am I hearing strings?! When did it get so warm in here?

He gritted his teeth. Marinette continuously apologized as she cried, even spouting nonsense about having stubby legs. She felt so bad that she's actually crying?! My face . . . my face is burning up! No, that's—that's because I'm angry!

His mind flipped through flashbacks. How many times had he stared at her throughout the day? And how did she get so cute?! No! You shouldn't have these thoughts! These feelings!

Marinette's cries toned down into quiet sniffles. Her bright eyes gazed at him expectantly, piercing into his very soul. Damian stepped backwards. Don't look at me with those eyes!

"Damn it!" He blurted out loudly. "Never! I'll never admit it! I'll never forgive you!"

He stormed out of the dining hall, running as fast as he could.

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Clark bent down to pat his daughter's head. He was starting to regret sending her to school, considering what she did on her first day. The boy had been lucky she wasn't using her full strength in that punch.

"How was school, Mari?" he gently asked. She had come home in a glum mood, immediately grabbing her plushie to cuddle. He was afraid her powers got exposed in school.

"Dada, what does it mean if a person's heartbeat goes really fast?" Marinette asked timidly. "Like ba-dump, ba-dump, ba-dump."

Clark frowned. "Well, it can mean lots of things sweetie. Maybe fear, embarrassment, anger, or love? Why, did something happen in school?"

"Is Sy-on boy angry at me?" She lowered her gaze. "Marinette tried to apow-lo-gize but his heartbeat went ba-dump, ba-dump, ba-dump, and he ran away saying he'll never forgive me."

"Wh—what?" Does he have a crush on my little girl?! Calm down, Clark, you might be jumping to conclusions.

"Dada, your heart's beating really fast too."

He coughed. "Can you tell me what else happened, sweetie?"

"I heard the other kids whispering about me." She reached up to touch her ear. "I—I got really scared."

Clark immediately pulled her for a hug. "Oh no, don't mind them, okay kiddo? I'll teach you how to filter your hearing and err—I'm going to have a long talk with Bruce about Damian."

Cross posted in AO3

#damian is literally damian lol #maribat #maribat fic #dc x mlb #spy x family au #bio dad clark kent #tsundere damian #kryptonian marinette #based on sxf episodes 6-7 #poor damian #me: i'm on a writing break #also me: hehe sxf au #mlb x dc

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emeritus-fuckers · 8 months

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Hi! This is my first ask so I hope I’m doing this right. I’m here for the event.

1. Would you say you're more likely to be a Sibling of Sin or a Ghoul?

Why? I’m more of a ghoul. I’ve never felt particularly human (that’s probably the autism talking). I’ve been called the cryptid friend to the point people have stopped questioning anything that comes out of my mouth and just roll with it.

2. Which Papa would you prefer to work with? Why? (Sister Imperator is included)

I would prefer to work with Sister Imperator because she seems to be more in the background and involved in making sure everyone else actually gets any work done, although I do think any of the Papas would get me out of my comfort zone and help me improve.

3. Are you an introvert, ambivert or an extrovert? Tell us a bit more about it.

I’m an introvert. I like doing things with my friends but I have a max quota of people that I can interact with in a day before I just get suddenly overwhelmed.

4. What chore do you like the most/hate the least?

Not really sure if it counts as a chore but I love baking especially complicated pastries. If that doesn’t count I like scheduling people and making processes more efficient.

5. Do you like to travel, or maybe you prefer to stay at home?

I love to travel and see new places as long as I have my headphones and can be alone often.

6. Freebie. You've got five sentences to tell us anything you want about you.

I have a degree in cultural anthropology because I love learning about people and how to interact with them. I’m extremely crafty especially sewing and crocheting , I’ve even made animal crossing plushie versions of papa Nihil , Terzo and Cardinal Copia. Secondo and Primo are works in process.

The role in ministry event ended on July 20th

Your role in the Ministry is...Baker for the Ministry and on tour.

Sister employed you formally as a baker (previously you had been one of her assistants.) She saw how your pastries boosted morale and how amazing they tasted. She also likes how efficient you are, you always get things done on time.

You get to be alone as much or as little as you want. Especially on tour, you get your own space and people leave you be whilst baking.

Since you are one of Sisters favourites (because she knows you just get things done) she makes sure you get the nicer quaters.

It helps you always make nice pastries for her and take them to her.

You can wear your headphones as much as you want.

She also asks you to review some of the behind the scenes food odering processes the Clergy has.

The Ghouls especially adore your baking, but they also try and sneak some fresh from the oven when your back is turned.

Or they try and help, they normally end up covered in flower... It gets everywhere.

Written by Nyx

#woolyghoul #sister imperator #sister imperator x reader #ministry role event #whats my role in the ministry event #ghost band #ghost bc #ghost band x reader #ghost bc x reader #ghouls #nameless ghoul

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broccoliboix5peepeeman · 1 year

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Midoriya-sensei AU

Part 8: Monday

Part 7 | Ao3 | Part 9

Excluding Todoroki, the other teachers thought Izuku was a try-hard.

They were right, of course. Izuku wasn't ignorant—he knew he was a try-hard. Maybe it was because he wanted people to like him; maybe it was because he wanted to prove himself; maybe it was the result of being forced into silence his entire childhood. The reason didn't matter. At twenty five years old, Izuku was a try-hard, but regardless of what his co-workers thought, he persisted.

He rocked on his feet, hands clasped in front of him, as he waited for his students to arrive.

He'd set up the "Greeting Board" shortly after starting at Musutafu Shōgakkō. The others—sans Todoroki and the Head—had told Izuku not to bother; it was a waste of time. He remembered smiling politely and pointedly ignoring them.

The concept was simple: the board was split into six sections, containing a number and a drawing, and when a student tapped one of them, he greeted them accordingly. The number one accompanied a picture of two people bowing to each other, number two signalled a high five, three was a fist bump, four was a little dance, five was a hug—demonstrated by a picture of six year old Izuku hugging a giant All Might plushie—and number six was a comment.

Izuku smiled as his first student skipped towards him.

'Hi, sensei!' Nagisa chirped, tapping the number four, before flapping her arms and twirling.

'Hello to you too!' Izuku mirrored her moves with a laugh. 'Your dancing is getting better every day.'

She giggled as she entered the class, while Touta speed-walked towards him at an alarming rate. After he firmly tapped "1", the two of them bowed.

'Good morning, sensei!' Touta straightened up and adjusted his glasses, then followed Nagisa inside. Now that Shoto had pointed it out, he really did have a likeness to Ingenium… How hadn't he noticed sooner?

As the rest of his students filtered in, Izuku found that dancing and comments were the most popular—as was usual for Monday mornings. Distantly, he wished he had as much energy as they did.

A few more minutes passed, and just before the first bell chimed, his final pupil arrived.

'Hi, sensei!' Hiru panted, examining the board for a moment, before pressing the number six and looking up at Izuku expectantly.

Hiru was best friends with Nozomi, and was one of the three heteromorphs in his class. His quirk was called "Hedgehog", so while most of his body resembled a regular—if not hairy—human, his head was covered in fur, accentuating his pointy nose, beady eyes and rounded ears that were similar to the small mammal. His uniform also had to be custom-made to accommodate the plethora of spines on his back.

Izuku thought he looked super cool, but knew from experience the sentiment was not shared by his student.

'Hi, Hiru-chan.' He smiled warmly, noting how skittish he looked and how rumpled his clothes were. 'You're energetic this morning! Too much sugar over the weekend?'

'Nope, just eager to get to class!' He laughed nervously, whilst looking over his shoulder.

'Hey.' Izuku crouched down to be at eye-level, which gained Hiru's attention. 'You can talk to me if something's bothering you. We're HQA buddies, remember?'

HQA stood for the "Heteromorph and Quirkless Alliance", which was formed as the original safe space for people whose discrimination was a result of quirk-focused society. They still had a long way to go with acceptance, but the alliance was internationally recognised, as well as part of the reason why their rights were protected and enforced by law. Most high schools had a HQA extracurricular club, but Izuku had been the first to set one up in a Japanese primary school—after pestering the Head until he finally signed off on it—so he could support his students and assure them they always had someone to talk to.

Izuku was a try-hard, sue him.

'We are.' Hiru said slowly. 'But I don't think you'll be able to help this time, sensei…'

'What makes you think that?' He tilted his head to the side, patient.

‘Because if I tell, it’ll only get worse, because they’ll know I told.’ Hiru rubbed his arm, looking at the ground. ‘And I don’t want to get people in trouble.’

Izuku pulled his lips into a thin line. He knew this behaviour and mindset well; the closed off posture, the averting eye contact, the lack of trust in the school to solve a problem, not wanting to incriminate anyone. He'd been the same growing up, and despite his best efforts, it was now happening to his student.

'Hiru-chan, I want you to know that I will always have your best interests at heart.' He smiled softly. It was difficult territory, especially with the school's policy around safeguarding; depending on what Hiru did disclose, this could escalate. 'You can talk to me, and if something is wrong, the only people I would tell would be those who can help the situation. Okay?'

His student fidgeted, unsure, and held his chin in his hand, while his pointed nose twitched in thought. However, when the bell chimed, he jumped and looked up at Izuku, hesitant.

'Can I think about it, please?'

Izuku regarded him—expression never wavering—then nodded.

'Of course.' He slowly got to his feet and gestured for them to enter the classroom. He knew better than to force the issue. 'I'm here when you need me.'

Hiru bowed, then crossed to the middle of the class, where he took his seat next to Nozomi. Izuku sighed, smile faltering slightly, before he shut the door and walked over to his own desk, facing his students.

At the start of the year, the classroom had looked clinical, the only decoration being the kanji and maths cut-outs scattered around the walls, along with the All Might poster he had pinned up at the back of the room. Even after just one term though, everything was significantly brighter: blank display boards had been filled with creative work, personalised workbooks were neatly organised on shelves, and several drawings now surrounded All Might.

Some teachers called them distractions. Izuku thought they were miserable fucks in the wrong profession, much to Todoroki's amusement.

'Okay, Mighty Minions!' He clapped his hands twice, and the class fell silent. 'I hope you all had a great weekend. I'm going to quickly do the register, then we can head down to the assembly hall.'

Izuku called out each name with no issues—only one explained absence—and soon, he was leading his students to the main hall. Luckily, they weren't the last class to arrive, and after his kids were seated, he stepped over to the side of the hall, next to Todoroki.

'Hey.'

'Morning, Midoriya-kun.' She smiled, eyes crinkled; it was that rare time of the day when her glasses weren't smudged in some way. 'How was your weekend?'

'Good, thanks.' He pointedly looked away as he felt his ears redden. Despite the nonchalant way she'd asked the question, Izuku knew for a fact that she was privy to what happened yesterday. 'I was going to text you, I promise, but I needed to recharge after everything.'

'Mhm.' Todoroki crossed her arms and leant forwards into his field of vision with pursed lips, which were upturned with amusement. 'So, when am I going to get all the juicy details? Shoto's given me nothing, and it's driving me bonkers! It's like you're his little secret—it's like the boy has forgotten that you're my best friend, damn it!'

Izuku's mouth pulled into a gentle smile, filled with affection.

'We're best friends?' He searched her eyes, and when she shot him an unimpressed look, he fumbled. 'L-Like, it's obvious that you're my best friend, but I figured you had tons of others to choose from.'

'Honey, we've got to work on your self-esteem.' She patted him on the shoulder, both of them watching the last class enter. 'Of course you're my bestie, and I wouldn't have it any other way… even though you dodged my original question.'

Izuku's eyes shone with emotion—he quickly blinked them away—before releasing a wet chuckle, which was thankfully swallowed by the idle chatter of the rest of the room.

'Okay, bestie.' He nudged her playfully. 'How about we head to the gym after school, and I'll tell you everything that happened?'

'Ugh, you're insufferable.' Todoroki rolled her eyes, just as the Head cleared his throat and called for everyone's attention. As the hall fell silent, however, she tilted her head towards him and whispered, 'Fine, but I'll need to go home and change first. Didn't think I'd need my PE kit today, for some reason.'

'You fool.' Izuku teased, then crossed his arms and leant against the wall, turning his attention to the Head.

The assembly was nothing special; mostly formalities and reminders about Sports Day, which was coming up soon, along with a brief lecture about leaving the getabako clean and tidy. However, the final topic did gather Izuku's attention.

'As you all know, we had a very important visitor last week: number two hero, Shoto.' The Head flashed his first smile of the day, while his ant-like antenna rubbed together. His quirk allowed him to use their vibrations to detect the quietest of sounds. It was useful for determining who was paying attention, amongst other things, but Izuku didn't like to think about what kinds of unorthodox conversations he'd likely heard through the years. 'Let's take a moment to thank Todoroki-sensei for making that possible.'

The room clapped on cue, but with more enthusiasm than usual. Todoroki flushed at the attention and bowed.

Once the noise died down, the Head continued. 'Now, before Shoto-san left, we had a little chat, and I want you all to know that he was very impressed with every single one of you. You were respectful and eager to learn, and he's sure many of you will make amazing heroes one day, so you should all be very proud of yourselves.'

Automatically, Izuku's eyes sought out Nozomi, who was practically beaming. The sight resonated something within him, and his own smile played at his lips.

Shortly after, the assembly came to an end, and Izuku bid Todoroki farewell, before escorting their students back to homeroom. Once they were settled, they began the first lesson of the day: Basic Japanese. To start with, he used the chalk board to take them through sentence structure and placement of nouns, then wrote up an example for his kids to figure out themselves. Once they seemed confident, Izuku decided it was time to start the individual activity, but was interrupted by Hana raising her hand.

'Sensei?' Her eyes were wide and she was smiling—her look told him that she wasn't excited about the Japanese. 'Is it true you're friends with hero Shoto now?'

Izuku swallowed heavily and cleared his throat to deter from the quickly rising blush on his face.

'Hana-chan, that's not an appropriate question to ask.' He lightly chastised, trying to ignore how much more interested his class suddenly appeared.

'Sorry, sensei.' Hana, to her credit, looked a little apologetic, but it didn't stop her adding, 'It's just that my nii-san saw you two talking outside Shoto-san's agency yesterday, so I was wondering.'

Immediately, the class was in uproar—shooting questions and exclamations—far too quick for Izuku to comprehend, and he froze. Usually, he could handle their rowdiness, but this was unexpected, and the volume was overwhelming. Luckily, he'd trained to be able to persist in these situations.

'Alright, that's enough.' He raised his hands and clapped twice, loudly. 'Five, four, three, two, one!'

There were a few murmurs, but mostly the class quietened down—albeit they still looked excited. Izuku sighed as he watched them, even though they were settled, he could tell their concentration would be harder to repair. That being said, an idea suddenly emerged in his head; one that could turn out inordinately effective.

'Okay, I understand you're all excited, but there was no need for that.' He scanned the room, emphasising his point with a disappointed frown, before relaxing back into his usual expression. 'As a one time thing, however, I will answer your question, Hana-chan, but only if you all promise not to go crazy again.'

He waited for them to nod, before cutting the suspense. 'I did hang out with Shoto-san yesterday. We are friends.'

There were audible gasps throughout the class—several students even shook their desk buddy with excitement—but otherwise, they kept their promise. In all honesty, Izuku was surprised; he was proud of their restraint.

'That's so cool!' Daisuki whispered from his seat just in front of Izuku. His eyes were squeezed shut as he clenched his fists with passion, reminiscent of Red Riot.

'It is very cool, yeah.' Izuku smiled, doing well not to get carried away himself. 'So! I have an activity for you all. Using what we've learnt today about sentence structure and the placement of different kanji, I want you all to write a letter to Shoto-san about what you want to be when you grow up and why. Any questions?'

Haku's hand shot up, eyes wide.

'Is Shoto-san going to read our letters?'

Izuku's mind immediately pictured Shoto in his office, going through each one as he sipped his tea—a cute furrow in his brow as he read—before shaking himself.

'Maybe.' He shrugged, smiling. 'Depends on how well you write them. Heroes are very busy, after all. He would only have time to read the ones with perfect grammar.'

When there were no more questions, Izuku grabbed some lined paper and handed them out to his eagerly awaiting students, along with an array of stationary. Once everything was set up, the class got to work, surprisingly quiet. Occasionally, someone would raise their hand to ask whether a certain sentence was correct, and Izuku was always happy to walk them through it.

'Five minutes left.' He called, as their first period almost came to an end. 'Time to add finishing touches, and if you're already done, read through your work to see if you're happy with everything.'

By the time they moved on to second period—maths—Izuku had a pile of letters on his desk, and a room full of happy students.

Even Hiru seemed affable when he approached Izuku before lunch, resolute and determined.

'I've decided I want to talk about what happened, if that's still okay?'

Izuku smiled encouragingly.

'Of course.'

#Midoriya-sensei AU #midoriya izuku #todoroki fuyumi #platonic fuyumizu #tododeku #izushou #teacher au #quirkless midoriya izuku #quirkless discrimination #teacher todoroki fuyumi #teacher midoriya izuku #todoroki shoto #original child characters

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synthetickitsune · 1 year

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ONEWE & Gravity lyrics

A/N: In celebration of my listening to the whole album and something about my brain chemistry being altered...

Yonghoon

Even if it's dangerous to die I wanna be, wanna be, wanna be with you

Leave it to Yonghoon to both make you never second guess the choices you make and yet somehow, at the same time, always make you doubt them. Case in point: tonight.

You weren’t sure if the leather jacket was a good idea, it looked different than what you usually wore. A little too bold for you, even if you aren’t one to avoid pieces like that. You pair it with some simple shirt and jeans with scratches and patches of torn fabric that are comfier than you’d guess. Looking into the mirror, you look good. It makes you feel confident. But it’s also new and it makes you unsure. The glint in Yonghoon’s eyes the moment he sees you, though, tells you everything you need to know. You should’ve known the moment he told you to wait for him to change into something that will match with you better that some ridiculous idea has popped into his head. And here you are.

What was supposed to be a wholesome arcade date, one with playing games and silly bets and Yonghoon finally fulfilling his promise of getting you a plushie from one of the claw machines turned into much more. You’re used to him being flirty, but not to this extent. And as much as you love when he slips into his confident, cocky role, it’s surprising he can keep it up this long. He acts like he owns the place, unless you need to talk to the staff or interact with the other people visiting and then he’s your well-behaved boyfriend again. But otherwise? Honestly the way he’s acting you’re surprised nobody has yet scouted him to be the lead of a drama.

He lets the character slip off slightly when you’re playing together, and it’s cute. He’s cute. The constant changing from your softie of a boyfriend and the bad guy persona he’s playing for the entertainment of you both. You love his long talks about a motorcycle he doesn’t have, you love that he makes Kanghyun a professional hustler and that he makes Harin a bouncer of a club that they don’t own. It’s more fun than you’d expect building this entire alternative universe of the guys being a gang with him.

Then a pair of teenagers passes by and his arm is around your shoulders immediately, pulling you into his side protectively. He turns his head back to glare at them, but you notice the second of uncertainty while he checks noone is looking.

“Your life is just one long skit, huh?” you chuckle fondly, leaning your head back on his shoulder.

“Ah,” he hesitates, his eyes growing a little softer, “You don’t like it?”

“No, I do,” you smile, hugging him from the side, “It’s so much fun.”

“Well,” he grins, pulling you even closer and kissing the top of your head, “It’s just me and you against the world, baby. We better make it fun.”

Harin

I can't ignore to call it love Something meant to be

What are you?

A question you’ve asked yourself a thousand times before and that you’re asking yourself once more. If only there existed such a thing as clean cut categories for human relationships. Family, friends, lovers, enemies… Just pick one of those and be done with it. Simple as that. Life is such a messy thing anyway, why make it even harder. Yet nothing about your emotions right now is as simple, or really as complicated, as it seems.

You love Harin.

There can be no doubt about that. There doesn’t exist a word that could ever be enough to describe exactly the feelings you have for him but from your options, love is the one that comes the closest.

You’re aware of it when you wake up to his texts in the morning, and when you wake up earlier than him and immediately leave some texts for him to wake up to, and you’re aware of it late at night when you say goodnight. You know it to be true when your heart aches when you see him exhausted and struggling, and when it flutters as he feeds you soup when you’re sick and too weak to move.

You love him. Unconditionally, without any fear or doubt, from the day you met and until the end of time.

And as much as your insecurities and demons inside your head want to tell you otherwise, you know Harin loves you too. Honestly, at this point the only way you could be more like a couple is to move in together instead of constantly sharing each other’s living spaces. Or to confess. Actually officially become a couple. But there’s something about that that seems just so wrong.

“What are we?” a whisper spills from your lips as you sit facing each other in a small café. It’s a question shared with your mug of warm liquid, yet the answer comes from the man it concerns. You hear him smile before he speaks.

“In love,” he says as if it’s the simplest thing in the world. Your head shoots up, you almost drop the mug but he’s quick to steady your hands. So familiar with your behavior. You meet his eyes and you feel like you have a headache without the pain. All your thoughts are locked behind a wall of fuzziness.

“That’s all?” you ask, shy and uncertain. You feel a little stupid, a little confused, and the way he avoids your eyes for a second tells you so does he.

“Do we need more?” he replies eventually. Something clicks into place. You don’t. You love each other, and for now that’s enough. You shake your head, and yet… some doubt lingers. It is enough, more than enough. Still…

“Soon, maybe?” he suggests with a knowing smile. You swear that if people are really made of stardust, you were together before the Earth even existed.

Kanghyun

I'm a gravity Pulling towards us, you and I

When someone asks you how the two of you met and got together, the best and most truthful answer is to say that it’s an interesting story.

This, of course, never satisfies anyone but the whole tale seems too personal, too intimate to share with just anyone beside the people closest to you, and so the most they get out of you is that it was fate and a small shrug. Kanghyun and you enjoy the sense of mystery it creates around the two of you. You almost think that at this point some of your friends have little meetings every now and then to piece together new slivers of information that you’ve let slip. Most people that stay in your lives get to hear the full story anyway, and those who don’t have no use for it, do they?

Anyway, it fills you with warmth when occasionally someone mentions that watching you, they do believe the thing about fate.

If only they knew.

And nothing stops you from telling them. You could tell them about the boy you kept seeing on the bus to school who always seemed lost in his own world. About how one day you’ve gathered all your courage to sit next to him and you found out his voice is really nice and his face is so pretty, and that despite how shy he was, he was easy to talk with. And how the next day you got your heart broken because he no longer took the bus and you were sure you’d never see him again.

You could also tell them about your first part-time job and the number of various bands trying to make it that occasionally busked in front of the building. There was one of them, you see, that you could never quite ignore and that you’d often sneak out to listen to. The guitarist was handsome and talented, even if it seemed he wasn’t yet quite used to all the attention. For some reason though, as time passed you’d swear you saw him relax any time your eyes met accidentally.

And of course there was the possibility to skip all that and jump straight to the fateful library and the only copy of the book you both desperately wanted to read. You could tell the history from that point, sure, but that wouldn't be the true story of you. It would tell them nothing of the destiny that binds you.

"Were you my fate or were I yours?" Kanghyun asks, his thumb stroking the back of your hand. You look up from your book to see him already looking at you. It's a quiet evening after your friends left after a quick coffee together.

"Hmmm," you hum, squeezing his hand, "I don't know, but I think it's because of you we kept meeting."

He looks surprised, huffing shyly before meeting your eyes again.

"Why? You always made the first step," he wonders aloud. You smile.

"I've told you before," you remind him, leaning closer, "I always gravitate towards you. I don't know how, there's just something about you that draws me in."

Kanghyun chuckles with a shake of his head. He picks up his book again, yet his hand never leaves yours and you think he holds it just a little tighter.

Dongmyeong

Without you, there's no life I call you the one

You should stop, you’re being creepy - despite reminding yourself, you can’t bring yourself to close your eyes or turn away.

The headache that made you go lie down has ebbed away and you feel pleasantly warm and relaxed. Grateful most of all, if you’re being honest.

Dongmyeong was worried when you suddenly got so weak and quiet, and so he insisted on watching over you while you napped after taking some pills. He must’ve been tired too, seeing as he fell asleep himself. And maybe you aren’t being creepy. After all, he’s also probably watched you sleep even if only because he wanted to make sure you’re alright. You only want the same.

It’s hard to remember a time when he wasn’t such a big part of your life, harder still to remember when he wasn’t in your life at all. Through thick and thin, the good and the bad, he stood by you and you by him. You’d like to say that the majority of that time was good and happy, but well - life happens. At least things are looking up now.

You stretch your hand towards him. He doesn’t stir at all, his breathing remains even and eyes closed. He couldn’t look more like a fairy if he tried. You smooth some hair away from his face and behind his ear. He still doesn’t react, sleeping soundly. You wonder if he stayed asleep if it was anyone but you. You’d like to think not.

You look at the clock as you caress Dongmyeong’s cheek and note that it’s late afternoon. It makes you frown to realize how long you’ve slept. Even though it’s good since you feel better, it’s a shame you weren’t able to do much today. You could of course get up now and get some cleaning done, but that would mean abandoning your boyfriend and that you just can’t do.

You like to write it down to being young and in love, or maybe to the limited amount of time you’re allowed to be together without responsibilities, but nothing seems intriguing without him. You can function, of course. It’s not like you can put your life on hold until you can be together. When he’s here, however, you can’t bring yourself to enjoy yourself without him by your side. Maybe you’re just clingy. It’s not your fault, though, that his presence is like sunshine and doing chores with him, watching dramas with him, living with him is much better than doing it all alone.

You jump when you feel arms wrapping around your waist and a warm breath on your neck as your boyfriend giggles.

“Did I make you wait?” he sighs, settling so close to you it’d be hard to untangle. Not that you’re complaining.

“No, it’s alright,” you say as you hug him even closer, “How do you feel?”

“That’s my line,” he pouts and only responds when you reassure him you feel better. “I had a nightmare. You weren’t here when I woke up.”

“I’ll always be here,” you press a kiss to his forehead, “You know that, right?”

“Yeah,” he smiles as he takes your hands into his, “That’s why I woke up and wasn’t worried at all.”

CyA

My heart gets possessive 'Cause I feel that I'm cooped up

It’s somewhat of a routine. Your friend groups gather together, delicious food is eaten, drinks are drank, karaoke is sung, jokes and stories are told, and it’s a good time. You meet people you haven’t seen in a while, what with everyone caught up in their own busy lives.

As you make rounds around the room, making sure no one leaves without chatting with you, you always end up the center of CyA’s attention. Sometimes it’s only a brief exchange of smiles, other times he comes up to you and hugs you or checks on you. Usually it’s short and sweet, but as the night gets late, he tends to stay with you for longer and longer. He’s not that big on affection in public, but at times like these his hand never leaves yours as you move from one group of friends to another.

You know he trusts you, and that he feels guilty about his behavior. He doesn’t want to hover, really, nor make you feel like you can’t hang out with your friends without him. He doesn’t want to make you feel uncomfortable in any way, and he doesn’t. You find it strangely heartwarming for the most part, honestly you only worry about him. It must be uncomfortable for him, to feel like he does.

He’s explained it to you once. Since he doesn’t have that many friends and there’s only one you, he feels nervous about losing someone. You’re all dear to him, especially you. And when everyone gets together, it feels strange to see everyone hanging out with other people. You most of all… It’s not that he wants to get jealous, but it’s strange to suddenly be out of the center of your attention. You’re his. He knows that. And he knows his friends won’t easily abandon him either. And yet…

Emotions can’t be controlled, you know that very well. Still you wish he’d see that you don’t mind. It’s good that you get the chance to speak with everyone, but it’s all the better when CyA’s with you. He’s your person, after all, and his presence gives you a chance to relax and hear him tell your stories from his perspective. It’s fun. It’s a reminder of you sharing your lives together, and is there really anything you’d enjoy more than that? You don’t think so. Safe for when everyone leaves and you go home and it’s just the two of you again. Just you and CyA in your own little bubble that might as well be heaven.

“I’m sorry,” he whispers into your ear as he hugs you from behind, swaying slightly to the rhythm of the music playing in the background, “I just don’t like thinking about losing you.”

“Then don’t,” you tease gently before turning in his hold, “You have nothing to worry about, Giuk. I’m yours. And honestly, I really like it sometimes - when we’re out and you pull me closer and hold my hand.”

“Really? I don’t want to be too much,” he leans his forehead against yours, smiling when you lean further into the touch.“You’re not. It makes me feel protected. I just want you to know I’m not going anywhere,” you remind him, kissing the corner of his mouth. He nods, blindly following your lips until they meet his. Finally he relaxes, melting into the kiss and into you. How could you ever so much as consider leaving when this, he, is your home?

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