#yeah no i’m not getting over this anytime soon LMAO

[6gumi]

can’t afford to fail.

synopsis ﹒your arrogant n self centred professor helps you get your grade up !

pairings ﹒dr. ratio x f!reader

cw ﹒nsfw MDNI. professor x college student 、mild age gap (dr ratio’s abt 28 while reader is 19-20) 、degradation 、desk s3x 、he’s a lil mean here :( 、use of nicknames 、pussy slapping (there ws like . . two!) 、t!tplay 、dirty talk 、reader implied 2 be smaller 、slight spanking 、unprotected s3x

note ﹒been too long since i wrote anything n i thought abt this . . i’ve BEEN thinkin’ abt it for awhile n i jus get so . . i get so giggly thinkin’ abt it LMAO i hope this is fine ! let’s hope i proofread in time ! reblogs r highly appreciated, feel free 2 send me an ask ! — millie ♡

“utterly ridiculous.” dr ratio replied mockingly, an eyebrow raised as his taller form towered over yours, his gaze on you was firm and serious, like he was trying to scare you away. “do you see what i’m seeing?” he raised up one of your marked worksheets you handed in the other day, in pure honesty . . it wasn’t even your fault! you wanted to curse at him for not even bothering to give you and your fellow students more time to study, it was his fault in the first place for making you all stress! that’s what you wanted to say, but he would’ve had your head for that.

“ . . . yes prof.” you muttered with a small nod.

“tell me what you see then.”

you glanced up at him, your eyes slowly trailing from him to the paper he held . . failed?! again?? gosh . . you knew this would happen either way, you wanted to scream, clench your fists and beg for another retake but knowing the type of professor dr ratio was, you knew you weren’t getting any of that, no . . not anytime soon.

“ . . i didn’t do that good.”

“—didn’t do that good is an understatement, you did terrible. your idiocy is all i see written on this fail-worthy of a sheet, your work habits in class are worse than those other idiots i teach.” the professor sighed and steepled his fingers, leaning forward. “why are you falling off in my classes? are you afraid of asking me for help, is that it?” his eyes narrowed with a condensing glare, the tension in the room grew heavier.

yeah well . . if i ask you for help, you’d insult me and get annoyed anyways, was what you wanted to say. i mean, you weren’t wrong . . you were certain dr ratio had some sort of short temper or something, no matter what he says or what you do, he is the last person you’d ask for help. “someone with major idiocy like you should be grateful i’m taking time out of my day to speak to you about your dismissive performance, you know how much people would kill to have my attention right now?" dr ratio’s voice took on a harsher tone as he watched you react to his words. “even your classmates are so much more adept, why are you even in my class?"

your body jolted at his words, no matter how tough you tried to act you were secretly trying your absolute best to hold back the tears that threatened to leave your eyes, it was hard to take in his words . . it’s hard enough to not be his top student!

dr ratio’s eyes widened slightly seeing how your body jolted at his words, he took a quick breath and thought about how he would address the situation with you with a more gentler approach. "please, humor me." he took a deep breath, trying to be patient and understanding with you. he was already noticing a slight difference in your behaviour. "i’ve spent nearly a decade teaching in this institute," he continued in a slow yet low tone, “i promise you, i know what I'm talking about. how about i help you right here right now and let’s see where to go from there, got it? tell me what you don’t understand and what you do understand.”

“ . . alright.”

— ♡ —

. . it seems you both had a different idea of “helping”. you hated yourself for enjoying it, he was your professor for heaven’s sake! now you were on your knees, your mouth wrapped around his wet cock as soft grunts left his lips. you couldn’t lie . . he looked absolutely stunning from this angle, the way he threw his head back when you swirled your tongue around the slit of his dick. dr ratio groaned, his voice deep and husky as he leaned closer to see how well you were sucking him off. " . . . u-ugh . . fuck, this mouth of yours needs to be punished . . considering how many times you talked back to me in under an hour.”

before you could pull away from his cock on your own, dr ratio’s free hand slipped downwards, grasping firmly at your head, tugging it upwards. you were roughly pulled away with a gasp, you were almost out of breath as your professor pulled you closer against his chest. “a slut like you needs to learn how to be fucked properly. maybe that’s how i can help you, fuck the information in you.”

he leaned down, his lips brushing against your neck before trailing upward, his tongue tracing along your jawline and then claiming your lips forcefully. his hands moved downwards, his cock throbbing even harder in his pants. he stepped closer, reaching out to fondle one of your breasts, squeezing it softly before running his thumb over your hardened nipple . . massaging them firmly as your tongues tangled together, your moans muffled by his mouth. dr ratio’s eyes widened in awe as he pulled away from your lips, a line of saliva connected your lips and his as he admired the sight of your breasts, now fully exposed for him to feast his eyes upon. he bit his bottom lip, unable to tear his gaze away from them as they were truly a sight to behold, heavy and perky, nipples erect and begging for attention. “tell me, [name],” he licked his lips, reaching down to flick his tongue against one of your nipples.

"why can't you be as skillful as the others? do you not have the intellectual capacity?" he smirked against your nipples, watching you intently as he waited for your response. “you’re nothing but an idiot, are you not? can’t even pass any of my damn classes.” he stepped closer to you, placing one hand on your shoulder, gently pushing you towards his desk. "undress yourself slowly," he commanded, his voice husky with desire.

“ . . prof, we can’t do this . . i’m your student, you’re my professor, you’re seriously overdoing this—“

“do you want to fail my class completely or not, princess?” dr ratio muttered, raising a brow. “do you even understand the situation in front of you? you’re a failing student and should be begging me for help.“ he grabbed you by your thighs, roughly slamming you on top of his desk. “you know what you should be doing? you should be on your fucking knees, groveling for me to give you a second of my attention. instead, you're refusing to let me help get your grade up. besides . .” he leaned in closer against your ear, bringing his voice down to a whisper . . “i know that a dirty slut like you is enjoying this as much as i am.” he raised his hand, slapping your cunt that was clothed by your pink panties as hard as he could. “show me this pussy or it’s an automatic zero.”

your eyes flashed with shock and a hint of pleasure, dr ratio’s voice seething with contempt as it sent shivers down your spine . . it was obvious he wasn't going to let this go easily. you gave in . . wrapping your arms around his neck, “ . . prof . .” your face flushed red, nuzzling against his neck. “can’t . . ‘s embarrassing—“

“veritas.”

“ . . pardon?”

“call me veritas, moan it while i fuck you.”

your professor’s heart skipped a beat at his own boldness, his hand slipped down towards your lower region, grasping firmly at the hem of your skirt and tugging it upwards, revealing your lacy black underwear underneath. with one swift motion, he ripped them apart, exposing your wet glistening pussy to his hungry eyes. "sit on the edge of the desk," he ordered, his voice low and commanding. "spread your legs wide and let me see that pretty cunt.”

you bit your lip, gazing up at him with those sweet eyes of yours as you were hesitant to even do anything under those hungry eyes of his own, “ . . do i have to? that’s . . that’s too embarrassing.”

“do you want to completely fail my class or not?”

wincing at his words, you slowly obeyed his demands . . spreading your legs with a sense of embarrassment and shame as he humiliated you completely, it was like . . he wasn’t even aware he was humiliating you! spreading your legs in front of your own damn professor? you didn’t even know what was going on in your mind at this rate! but yet . . your pussy pulsed around nothing, you craved for this and you hated that the most. the dark haired male reached down, unfastening his own pants and boxers in one swift motion, revealing his massive cock, veined and thick, dripping with precum . . it stood tall and proud, ready to claim whatever it desired, you weren’t even sure if it could fit.

"turn around," he ordered, keeping his tone low and seductive. "show me your ass." you obeyed, slowly hopping off the desk as you bent over . . your ass in his full view. your body flinched, eyes wide as he gave your cheeks one mean yet harsh slap. “try and guess how many times you nearly failed my class.” his hardened member brushed against your entrance teasingly, he couldn't resist anymore. with one swift motion, he positioned himself between your spread legs, aligning his cockhead with your tight hole from behind. “go.”

he pushed slowly, his head sliding past your tight ring of muscles, eliciting a soft moan from you as your eyes rolled back . . your pussy spasming around his thick cock almost instantly . . it was like it belonged there. “p—prof . .”

“ah ah.” he shoved his fingers inside your mouth, pressing the pad of his fingertips against your tongue. “what’s my name, slut? tell me. what did i say.” dr ratio pushed forward, stretching your hole even wider than before . . filling you up inch by agonizing inch. you couldn’t lie, each thrust of his felt like heaven, as if you and him were finally becoming one.

“v—veritas . .”

“good fuckin’ girl.” once fully buried to the hilt, he paused, taking a moment to savour this forbidden moment. his hands gripped your waist tightly, holding you steady as he began to move rhythmically in and out of your wet cunt, hitting your g-spot with a sense of urgency and desperation each powerful thrust. “guess how many times you almost failed my class, come on . . speak up, or are you giving up already?”

“ngh . . three?”

“wrong.” SLAP!

he ran his hand down the fat of your ass, slapping it loudly as you could feel the sound reverberating through the entire room . . your tongue lolling out your lips as another slap came down, even harder than the first. “keep guessing.”

“ah!— u-uhm . . five?” you moaned at the mere feeling of him picking up the pace, his hips rocking in sync with his thrusts. his cock throbbed harder inside your tight channel, stretching and massaging your insides in a way that drove you both wild with pleasure, it’s like . . he was trying to fuck you dumb, fuck you till you couldn’t think. “wrong again.” his voice ran through your ears, moans and gasps filled the room yet muffled by each loud thrust. sweat trickled down your professor’s back as he increased his rhythm, pounding into your hole faster and harder, building towards climax until the tip of his cock slammed against your deepest areas.

his hands roamed freely over your body, cupping your breasts roughly, pinching and tweaking at your nipples until they stood erect and hardened once more. dr ratio bit down on the flesh of your neck, leaving a mark that would serve as a reminder of this moment later on. "see how good i’m fucking this pussy?” he growled, his voice hoarse with desire. “come on, keep going . . stay focused.” he was lost in the feeling of your cunt, pounding into you like it was his last as his thrusts become even stronger as he reached his peak again. dr ratio groaned loudly, his cock throbbing violently inside you as a huge glob of cum shot out, yet his thrusts never yielding.

“mmh . . ah! veritas . . please!” his hands roamed over your body, trailing along your arms and shoulders, stopping at your pretty breasts once more. "fuck, this is the best pussy i’ve ever fucked.” he panted, pulling on one nipple, then the other in turn. "so fucking perfect." your moans and gasps became louder, filling the room with a symphony of pleasure. your bodies moved together in sync, hips rocking in harmony with his thrusts.

SLAP! “come on, baby.”

“s—six . . seven?! fuck . . ah!” piles and piles of paper fell off his desk when you were pushed forward, back arched with your eyes rolled back. “veritas . . i think this is enough . . someone’s gonna hear—“

veritas chuckled mockingly, his eyes glowing with malice as he grabbed hold of your chin firmly, tilting her head back in submission. his lips crashed forcefully against your own, tongue thrusting into your mouth roughly, claiming ownership over your body. "oh, i think you and i both know this is far from enough," he growled between kisses, his hands roaming freely over your lithe figure. "you know damn fucking well . . you don’t want me to fail you, right? so, accept it. your body’s damn made for this, princess . . see how well your body is responding to my cock? c’mon. look at me directly and tell me straight up you don’t enjoy this.”

drawing out soft whimpers from your throat, your professor continued his dirty work on your sensitive spots until you squirmed helplessly beneath him, unable to resist any longer . . your voice stuck between your throat as you couldn’t even find the right words to retort, accepting the way he took you against the desk, his rough thrusts forcing you to push your body against the cold surface as a puddle of cum formed on the floor from your professor’s previous orgasm, so fucking messy . .

“my point taken.” he savoured the feeling of being deep inside your warm, wet hole . . he knew he was gonna have dreams of this pretty cunt of yours, each time he pulled back, a low growl escaped his throat as your bodies slapped together, creating sounds of lustful pleasure. veritas’ hands gripped your hips tightly, holding you steady while his cock continued its relentless exploration of your gummy walls. in sync with each thrust his hips rocked against yours as well, grinding his pelvis and your ass together, the sensation was unlike anything either of them had ever experienced before . . raw, primal, and addictive. you couldn't think but respond to him with your body, your moans becoming more pronounced and needy.

“listen to me,” dr ratio gave your ass another mild smack. “you’re gonna take this dick while you tell me exactly what you’re having trouble with in class, understand? ‘gonna fuck everything through your head just like i said . . afterall . .”

“you can’t afford to fail, can you?”

#millie’s writings ✔︎ #honkai star rail x reader #honkai star rail #dr ratio smut #honkai star rail smut #dr ratio x reader #hsr smut #hsr x you #hsr x reader #dr ratio x you #he’s so dreamie . . . he is. soo dreamie . #dr ratio is so dreamy . . it’s acc phenomenal (❁ᴗ͈ˬᴗ͈)

[serenhoshi]

𝐇𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐣𝐨𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐛𝐨𝐲𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝

I’m sorry I haven’t posted in a while! I was working for my finals, and now that I’m done I can post again! 

Here is the beginning of the “Ateez as your boyfriend” series, I haven’t done all the members of seventeen yet, but I’m working on it as well, it’ll come very soon!

So, Kim Hongjoong!

based on his mbti, the man is a lover of love

he is a hopeless romantic, and has a crush 24/7

he loves having a crush, daydreaming a bit about the person that attracted him

it kind of frees him from his busy everyday life

it inspires him for some of his lyrics as well?? (like i know ateez songs are about rebellion and stuff but i’m sure that this man right here has many romantic and cheesy songs about his ex-lover(s) or/and crushes)

anyways, so as I said, he has a crush on basically anyone

he never truly expects anything, like no relationship whatsoever, he really just enjoys the feeling of liking someone

so when he has a crush one you, he doesn’t expect much from it

maybe he saw you at a museum or in a shop or whatever

and he double-checked you like “oh- oh, they look great” (in his head ofc)

and maybe he liked your vibe, your outfit, whatever

he ended up giving you quick looks during your whole visit (if it’s a museum), like a shy kid

he knows he won’t see you again anyway because of his work, and [insert city name] is a big city, so he makes sure he memorizes you well

it really sounds weird but like

he WILL write about you, so he needs to remember details to talk about in his lyrics

As soon as he got home, he started writing his song, it was very quick lmao

so when he was done, he was satisfied and could go back to his work

until he saw you again, at the agency

his eyes opened wide and his jaw almost fell to the floor

he was clearly confused so he played it cool and ignored you as if he never knew you in the first place

like “damn, that not how it always goes”

but turns out you had to work together, because you were in charge of the production of some music videos, so you had to meet with the members to talk about the aesthetic and the mood of the songs, and what to tell in the video

the members quickly saw that hongjoong was acting weirdly around you

like during a meeting, anytime you looked at him he would look away from you, anytime he spoke up his ears would turn red because he knew you were watching him

so they mocked him lmao

and he threatened them back

but they’re ateez, they don’t really care, so they continued

until it got to you

you heard the members being like “hongjoong-hyung have you seen y/n’s haircut today? oh i’m sure you have right?”

“remember when he drew them?? in a cartoon-ish way, it looked cute tho”

“yeah, i want you to draw me too!- why not? is it because they’re your crush and i’m not??”

you were very confused and curious at the same time

so one time your curiosity took over, and you called hongjoong after a meeting with the members (ofc they mocked him when they heard you call him lmao)

you blutly asked if there was someting going on, because you heard stuff from the members, and you needed to know if you had done something wrong, or is they were mocking you for something. not even once considering he could actually like you

he would giggle shyly, hiding his face with his hand

and then he was fully honest with you

he said in a suprisingly confident way, that he hoped something would develop between the two of you, because he really appreciates you

and he asked you on a date btw

i know right

he couldn’t believe it either

the date went very well, you went to the cinema and then ate at the convenience store bcs you were hungry

it was very fun! and both of you started to get attached to each other

you got close very fast, you saw each other a lot at dates, your appartment, or his recording studio

you would just mess around a lot, laugh, eat, sleep, whatever

at some point he just HAD to tell you how much he loved you

you were both in his studio, you had drank a bit, hongjoong more than you, to give himself a bit of courage

he played the song he made after meeting you for the first time

the silence was pressuring to him, while you listened attentively to the song

then you looked at him, confused at what it meant (not really understanding that it was about you)

so he told you

his confession was a bit clumsy, he wanted to do well but he was too stressed, so stressed that he stuttered a lot

but it was also very sincere, his eyes did not leave you, the light reflecting in them made them look so bright and passionate that your heart started speeding up

when he finally said “i love you”, you smiled, and giggled like a child

his eyes were still on you, and you felt your ears burn and redden

you told him that you loved him too, in a quieter voice, shy to let the three words out

he smiled widely, he heard what you said, but he just had to tease you a bit

so he came closer, his face inches away from yours

“what did you say?” 

so you said it again, with a tiny pout on your lips

and he kissed you right after

Now, let’s see how the pirate king is as a boyfriend :D

i’m sure that even though he keeps showing his hate for physical touch on TV, he actually loves it

but only with you :)

when he gets home from work he comes to you and kisses you on the forehead, a hand holding your waist or caressing your back

will get grumpy if you don’t accept taking a bath with him >:(

while watching tv he either holds your hand or puts it on your thigh

same when he drives

loves spending special evenings or afternoons with you

like you both going shopping, taking pictures and enjoying the city

or discovering the new pet cafe <3

maybe an evening customizing some of your clothes, sat on the floor of the living room, with some 2000s songs playing in the back

or you dyeing his hair !

you also cook together at least 2 to 3 times a week

because you’re both bad at cooking but you want to get better

at first it was chaotic, now it’s better

having hongjoong as a boyfriend also means being a new parent for ateez

some of the members (like wooyoung and mingi) will call you mom as a joke

when they come to the appartment (randomly most of the time), you’ll have to handle them with your boyfriend, as much as you can

but hongjoong’s patience is so low you end up handling them yourself while he tries to beat up yunho in the back

hongjoong really has no patience, in your relationship its better

but he still gets angry easily

luckily, he doesn’t give you the silent treatment, he directly confronts you about what he thinks and what made him upset

very jealous, protective, and a bit possessive as well

at first it annoyed you a lot, so you told him and now he controls himself better

but he still always has a hand around your waist during social events, just so people know that you’re taken

i think that hongjoong “weak” side would be how shy he is when it comes to compliment you

he shows support through actions, he encourages anything you do in life and makes sure you know how proud he is of you

but its always hard for him to put it into words

when you’re not here he can describe you with the most loving words, and praise you as if you were a goddess (which you are for him)

but once you’re there he just giggles and smiles like a child

if you get prepared for an important event for example, and you arrive with a gorgeous outfit, beautifully done hair and all that

he’ll stop moving (maybe even breathing) for a while, his cheeks as red as cherries

and then he’ll hug you lovingly, maybe kiss you if you don’t have lipstick on 

it is very rare for him to put it into words

maybe if you get married he’ll finally praise you while you’re here, in front of him? ;)

anyways we’re done here :)

smutty part below!

I don’t think hongjoong ever had sex before you

or if he did it was with some one night stands he doesn’t remember

but still he was quite shy during your first time

he wouldn’t dare look at you at first, both because he thinks his face would go fully red, and because he doesn’t want to make you uncomfortable

he still touches you a lot, a bit awkwardly at first because it wasn’t the same with no clothes on anymore :’)

might stare a bit even though he tries to control himself so you don’t feel too oppressed lmao

moans a lot, he can’t stay quiet, even when you’re just making out

no matter what position you’re in, he likes having a hand in your hair, caressing it as if praising you for whatever you were both doing

he talks quite a lot too

saying how he feels, asking you questions to make sure you’re okay, it’s like he says each and every thoughts that goes in his mind

“woah,, again please”

“do you like it that way? should i go on?”

“moan again for me honey”

“you can’t keep your hands to yourself, huh?” 

ofc he has to be a tease when he feels the most confident

i feel like he’s a switch, but still more on the dominant side

like he goes sub mode when you ask him to, but the rest of the time hes dominant

prefers doing it in bed, in your shared bedroom

maybe sometimes in the living room or in the bathroom, but never out of the appartment, even for a quickie

(so making him horny outside of home is very fun to watch, because he cannot do anything on the spot, and just glares at you while hiding his bulge as much as he can)

even tho he is a dom, i think he likes it when you ride him

he loves watching you on top of him

but still orders you around with his hands on your hips, his fingers tracing on your stretch marks

overall he has a great stamina, he could go for 2 rounds easily, maybe 3 sometimes :)

#hongjoong #hongjoong imagines #hongjoong x reader #hongjoong smut #hongjoong fluff #ateez #ateez imagines #ateez fanfic #ateez x reader #ateez drabbles #wooyoung #mingi #yunho #yeosang #seonghwa #choi san #jongho #kpop imagines #kpop reactions #kim hongjoong

[arlestial]

Hiii can you mabye write boyfriend hcs for aiku sae shidou and luna from bllk please?💖

❝it's you and me, that's my whole world❞

synopsis : How does it feel to be their fantastic s/o ?

pairing : Aiku, Sae, Shidou, Luna x gender neutral!reader •— Blue Lock

tw : None, that’s mainly fluff and comfort (a bit suggestive on Aiku and Shidou’s part, some « feminine » pet names in Aiku’s part)

word count : 1850~ words

author-note : Hii !! Thanks for your request. To be honest, I didn’t even remembered who was Luna lmao, so I read again Blue Lock to see his face.. I swear I forgot about him. Hope you like it and that I hadn’t made them too occ !! (I’m becoming a simp for Aiku help) take care of yourself ♡

AIKU OLIVER seems quite intimidating at first, maybe because of his famousness or because of his height, but meeting him the first time made you nervous. He’s super outgoing, and straightforward (it’s a bit scary-). But when you get to know him better, he’s going to be the sweetest of these four boys ! Aiku puts his whole heart into everything if it’s for you. You want a new plushie ? He’s going to search for the perfect plushie for you, with the cutest design, your favorite color : prepare yourself, he’s gonna take some classes to learn how to make one. Alright, it won’t be the most beautiful plushie you’re gonna see but hey !! He did it with his hands ?? And it took a while to do so !! He prefers to do something more significant for you than to simply buy something (but he will buy you a lot of things, jewelry, books he thinks you’d like, ect.). He’s a flirt, ngl, he likes to embarrass you, but he always makes-up for it, by pressing a soft kiss on your forehead. I definitely think he would call you honey, sweetheart or my girl.

"- Sweetheart, I’m 200% sure eating two chocolate bars are not very good for your stomach…"

"Nah, don’t worry about me- AIKU !"

He grabbed the chocolate from your hands and put his over his head.

"I don’t wanna hear you whine like a baby because your stomach hurts, mkay ? My sweet girl can’t even take care of herself well", he said in a playful tone.

"Shut up, Aiku, and give me my chocolate bars. Now."

"Then make me, honey", he winked at you and you rolled your eyes. You approached him, hugging him, and putting your hand on his torso, in a seductive way. He felt his heart beating faster, harder in his chest, and the kiss you gave him on his neck made him feel kinda hot, his cheeks becoming red.

You snatched the chocolates bars from his hands and ran away, leaving the poor man alone, flustered. Yeah, he’s whipped for you. A big simp with absolutely no shame.

ITOSHI SAE is extremely different from Aiku. His demeanor is cold, and he was extremely distant and dry in the beginning of your friendship. Then, as the time past, he was more and more attached to you, and started catching feelings. He was so mad at himself : you probably saw him as a friend, and nothing more. Plus, he was kinda mean towards you, he thought you would like a nicer man.. but when you confessed to him, he (almost) had a smile on his face. This man’s gonna pamper you the best he can, buying you the most expansive jewelry ever, the prettiest clothing, taking you to dates often, even if he’s extremely busy. His love language is surely gift giving and quality time !! I feel like he’s very protective too, especially to soccer players; and kinda his brother, who’s one of your friends. He’s a bit insecure and he’s definitely touch starved, so you need to boost his confidence and assure him you won’t leave him anytime soon (never). He would definitely call you dear or babe.

" Sae, what are you look for ? ",you asked, seeing your boyfriend searching something in the closet of your shared home.

"My white shirt, I have an appointment with some journalist today, but I don’t find- oh."

He saw you holding out his shirt, a proud smile on your face.

"I put your shirt away this morning, I was sure you were going to be late"

"Thanks, babe", he said, a small smile creeping on his face, taking his shirt and your hand in his, kissing your knuckles gently. He put his shirt and then headed to the door of the house. You followed him.

"Don’t forget the restaurant this evening dear", he said, taking his coat.

"Mmh", you kissed him goodbye, smiling through the kiss.

"I won’t be long, I promise, love you."

SHIDOU RYUSEI is… a special lover, to say the least. Prepare yourself for tons of adventures and tons of weird stares. He has literally no shame, he’s extremely bold, even in public (this dude doesn’t understand PDA ig) and he doesn’t give a shit about people around him, not what they think of him. But when it comes to you ? Ohh man. He’s extremely proud of you, he’s gonna show you off to everyone 24/7, and if somebody says something about you that he doesn’t like, you would need to calm him fast because he’s ready to throw hands. He wants to hang-out with you all the time, he’s capable of everything for you. Definitely a simp and a hype-man !! He wants to be in your arms 24/7 and absolutely love when you praise him about his skills in soccer or in anything else. This man has a lot of respect for you, your family and friends, but he’s sometimes a bit harsh towards your friends, especially if some of them disrespect you because « it’s fun » or because they’re the « pickme » type.

"Oh hi, Y/N !", you turned your head towards the noise to see two friends you haven’t seen in a while.

"Oh, hi, long time no see ! How are you ?"

"I’m fine ! How are-" answered your first friend, before being interrupted by the second one, that was looking down at you.

"I heard you have a boyfriend now ?"

"Uh… yeah I have, I’m waiting for him to get out of his training right now. He’s a soccer player !", you responded, a bit nervous, a strained smile on your lips.

"Wondering how you get a hottie like this to even take a look at you."

You felt immediately humiliated, you haven’t seen her for almost one year and a half, and she’s already trying to belittle you ? You frowned, and she stopped laughing in a high-pitched voice to look at you again, then sighed.

"Man, you’re so sensitive, chill. It’s a joke."

"A joke is supposed to be funny, bitch."

Shidou appeared behind your second friend, pushing her towards the first one, hurting her a bit in the process.

"Get the fuck out of here now or I’m going to smash your fucking head into the concrete."

They ran away, the second one literally scared for her life, and Shidou put his hand on the small of your back, gently guiding you to the exit of the corridor.

"Don’t listen to her doll, you’re the prettiest girl in the whole world, you know that. I’m the luckiest man here."

LEONARDO LUNA is a sarcastic yet, loving man. He absolutely loves to tease you and to fluster you, it’s his hobby. Making you blush ? He’s smiling. Making you laugh ? He’s crying from your cuteness. His humor is so good, you’ve never seen a funnier man in your life, istg. He’s even more funny when you two go on a date and when he decides to judge every. single. person. that walked past both of you. He’s fond of you, and each day he has you on his side makes him realize he’s the happiest man of the world, thanks to you. He wants you to come to his games with his jersey, and he told his coach he wanted you on the bench near the field, to hold you in his arms after each win, and each defeat. You literally have him warped around your finger, he’s willing to do anything for you to be happy, even belittle himself. His friends tease him about you, but he can’t protest : you’re the light in his life, he counts the days before seeing you again (when he needs to be in a foreign country for soccer), you’re his wallpaper screen, he’s always calling you or texting you, sometimes in the middle of training.

"Luna, what are you doing ?? We’re training man", scoffed his teammate, seeing him on his phone, smiling like a kid.

"I’m texting my s/o, ‘kay? So stop disturbing me, thanks."

"You’re such a simp", he laughed.

"Shut the fuck up", Luna answered, cheeks red, embarrassed.

#blue lock x reader #sae itoshi x reader #itoshi sae #aiku x reader #bllk aiku #oliver aiku #sae bllk #blue lock shidou #shidou bllk #shidou x reader #shidou #luna #luna blue lock #luna bllk #leonardo luna x trader #luna x reader #blue lock #bllk

[shima-draws]

how did u get into sanlu/lusan ???! im ever so grateful u did bc oohohhoho my god, ur sanlu content FEEDS MEEE 🤞‼️

It’s funny you ask that bc I kinda already answered that with the last ask?? LOL

TLDR basically it’s become almost habit at this point to ship my favorite characters together (if they are compatible ofc) and Sanji and Luffy ended up becoming my favorites after watching OP for a bit so. It was inevitable 😂

I actually started out as a Zolu shipper (I still am just to a lesser degree now!) so really I think it began there—when I get into something I usually scour the AO3 tags for fics so I was on the hunt for some good Zolu writing. Zosan, being the most popular ship in the fandom (according to AO3 stats with over 10k fics. Holy shit) was also often included with Zolu fics making it a poly ship, so I was like oh hell yeah? I’m totally on board with that. So I got to see a lot of really fun dynamics with the three of them, and I started to get invested in the Sanlu side of things. As this was happening I was also watching OP at the same time and Sanji was quickly rocketing up my list of faves to take one of the top spots (Luffy had already become a favorite from the get go). And my brain was just like

so I was like okay alright. Considering. And then after that I was fucking DONE for. They got me in a vice grip and rotted my brain so thoroughly that I’m utterly ruined for any other Luffy or Sanji ships now. I can even pinpoint the EXACT date it happened bc I posted about it lmao here’s my “realizing Sanlu is the ship of all time” post from early December, the day my life changed forever /j

Anyway they just have a really good dynamic and me being the idiot I was decided not to blacklist spoiler tags so I kept seeing stuff about WCI and how it was THE Sanlu arc so that probably doomed me even further. An arc focusing on my favorite characters and their very not homoromantic relationship with each other? I started binging OP nonstop just so I could speedrun to WCI and this was back when I was on like. Episode 300 something. I was soooo impatient I was desperate to get to WCI as fast as possible so I could Suffer LMAO

So um yeah the Sanlu hyperfixation has me by the throat and doesn’t plan on letting me go anytime soon. Sorry for the rant. I can’t shut up about them Ever

#ALSO THANK YOU I am here to serve #I’ll feed all my Sanlu comrades who are in the trenches with me #I gotchu lads. You can count on me 🫡 #OH AND ALSO YEAH OPLA. FUCKING. Literally made it canon the WAY Sanji looks at Luffy in OPLA. That is NOT heterosexual behavior #I think what really smacked me in the face about WCI #(I talked about this before too) #I saw a reel with WCI spoilers and Mary On A Cross was playing…… #So that became THE Sanlu song for me. THE WCI song #Every time it comes on I’m like OHHH YEAH IT’S MY SANLU SONG!!! #Shima answers questions #Sanlu #Lusan #One Piece #Sanji #Luffy #dezr0

[99hook]

Battered

Streetfighter!hook

Synopsis: Hook isn’t just a ring name in AEW but you figure that out when it’s too late to stop him

Warnings: depictions of blood and injury, angst, cursing, violence

A/N: I caught the O’Malley vs Sterling fight in the break room and just couldn’t stop thinking about hook as an underground streetfighter for some reason lmao (and yes I know the boxers aren’t streetfighters but this is just where my mind went)

The low hood shadowed the thick, velvet scar crossing through the arch of his eyebrow, along with the puffed out lower left side of his lip that had an identical cut to match, but not as well as he intended.

“Where do these scars keep coming from?” You asked as you gently ran your thumb over one of the cuts.

“You know I’m a pro wrestler.” He muttered as he pulls his head away, trying to hide the wince from the pain that the slightest touch caused.

“You haven’t stepped in the ring in over a month, Tyler.” You deadpan, and he can practically feel your suspicions slicing through him, but he tries not to acknowledge that.

“I did some practice in the gym the other day and the dude got me.” He shrugged. “It’s not a big deal. I’ll heal.”

But you didn’t believe him, and it wasn’t just due to the fresh scars that decorated his face either. Tyler was a horrible liar. He’d always been. He can never look you in the eyes when he fabricated the truth, which was exactly why he was staring down at his busted knuckles instead.

You took a moment to think, but you didn’t even need to. The truth was staring you right in the face and you were tired of pretending that it wasn’t.

“You’re streetfighting, aren’t you?”

You watched his shoulders immediately tense up, his teeth locking down behind his lips making his jaw bone throb. You rolled your eyes and looked away, unable to keep staring at those wounds on your boyfriend’s face.

“So when were you planning on telling me? After I have to see you in a hospital bed with a concussion? Or were you gonna just wait until you were in a coma and I had to find out for myself that you’ve been lying to me for who knows how long!”

“Stop.” He muttered, picking his head back up. “Just try to understand-“

“We talked about this so many times, Tyler! I told you exactly how I felt about you doing this! It’s dangerous! I’ve seen my dad get his skull cracked in half and you know that! Why do you want to do this shit?!”

“I love it.” He shrugs easily. “I love the thrill and the adrenaline. I love knocking bitch ass punks out cold. I love the hype. I was meant to do this, Y/N. I know I was.”

You felt your heart sink in your chest. Clearly seeing the passion bursting through those dark eyes when he told you what it means to him, but it kills you inside knowing that he’s chosen something so dangerous. Possibly deadly, and he doesn’t seem to give that any regard whatsoever.

“It’s not the way it was when your dad broke into it. It’s rough, but people aren’t built like they used to be. I haven’t gotten seriously hurt yet, and I’ve been doing this for-“ he pauses, dropping his eyes to the floor before he says, “about six months now.”

“Six months?!” You snapped, “are you fucking kidding me?!”

“Obviously im not.” He eyes you again. “I’m being dead serious because this is something I love. It’s a part of my life now, just like you are and I guess I’m just telling you so you’ll accept it, cause I’m not stopping anytime soon.”

You felt tears stinging your eyes but you forced them back. Tyler watched your eyes well up and had to advert his attention elsewhere so he didn’t have to see those tears slip down your cheeks.

“Look” he sighs, “I’ll bring you to one of my fights. You can see for yourself that you don’t have to worry about me. Nobody’s ever come close to knocking me out. Yeah I have a couple bruises and shit but that’s just how the shit goes. I hold my own out there and I dominate everyone that comes for me. I’m the last person you ever have to worry about.”

Well, that lead to you standing in the midst of a bunch of drunk, wild people in a rundown underground basement. You couldn’t help but to bite your nails down to the nub as you intensely watched two guys aggressively throwing still jabs to each other’s jaws.

It was already hard to breathe in the smoky haze but even worse when Tyler was announced. The crowd roared when he came out, fists taped up and wearing gear similar to what he wears in AEW, but he didn’t look like that Hook.

Everyone chanted his name, some people holding fifty and hundred dollar bills in the air as they bet on his win. You didn’t even realize he was such a crowd favorite, but that just cemented the fact that he’d been living this whole double life you knew nothing about for six months.

He stepped up and adjusted the tape wrapped tightly around his wrists to cover the tender flesh on his knuckles. The scars so deep that the second they make contact with anything, they’re pouring blood.

The man he was up against had a good three inches of height on him, but he had much more muscle mass than the man did. There was no intimidation on the surface. Hook appeared just as calm, cool and collected as he always did in AEW, but you quickly realized as soon as the first punch was thrown that this was completely different.

All you heard was hook chants and the sounds of knuckle crashing into bone. One stiff jab in particular caused Hook to stumble back, dazed a bit but all it did was piss him off, and then you realized just why everyone was betting on him.

Fury bursted out of him as he threw his fists straight into the eye sockets, the jaw and the teeth of his opponent. He was a quick shooter. His opponent tried to block the shots to the face so Hook strikes them to the ribs instead, landing an uppercut when his opponent folded over.

But as soon as you thought the fight was going to come to a quick end, hook’s opponent reared his shoulder into his gut and slammed him down to the floor. The impact of your boyfriend’s spine crashing against the concrete make your stomach churn. You felt nauseas, hands trembling as you watched him getting punched everywhere that was visible.

He was trapped beneath his opponent, his knees digging into Hook’s rib cage preventing him from breaking free and all he could do was block those deadly punches as best as he could.

The chants only got louder and louder and it gave him more momentum. The crowd, but especially knowing you were out there in it.

In a desperate attempt to gain some leverage, when the next punch was thrown, hook caught it with his left hand, his right hand connecting directly into the teeth of his opponent, cracking one right down the center.

Blood oozed from the man’s mouth, leaving droplets all over Hook’s chest. He quickly reversed the roles and rolled himself on top of his battered opponent, his knees digging into the shoulders to keep the man from having any defense. With the man trapped underneath, Hook’s fists flew at a deadly speed, pounding into the man’s face until there was blood pouring out of every crevice on his skin.

He wasn’t satisfied until his opponent was limp. One good stiff jab to the jaw button followed by three clocks to the bridge of the nose and his opponent’s eyes rolled back, his entire body giving up any source of fight he could’ve possibly mustered.

The crowd erupted in wild screams when hook got off of him. He wiped the smeared blood from his bottom lip with the back of his hand, tainting the white tape with crimson to match his opponent’s blood all over his body and the floor.

He raised both arms up, eliciting more screams from the crowd before he scanned his eyes all around that smoky room, finding you within seconds. You had mixed reactions and he could see that, but all he was worried about was making sure he showed you that this is what he’s best at. This is what he loves. This is what he wants.

He made his way towards you, red welts all over his chest and neck and tinges of blood everywhere you could see. He pushed through the people in front of you until he was standing inches apart, his bloody, slick hand cupping your cheek before he crashed his lips with yours.

He was so amped up and you could feel that in the kiss. The passionate force behind his lips colliding with yours left you breathless when he pulled back.

He dropped his hand from your cheek to your hip and noticed the blood smearing across your skin that he left there.

As if he was reading your mind, he pulled you into his chest, arms wrapping tightly around you, blood staining on your clothes but neither he or you cared. You hugged him back, holding onto him for dear life he felt like. Your body was still shaking and nerves still wracking around within you but you couldn’t deny the fact that he really did dominate out there, just like he said. And it was clear more than ever that this was something he loves. Something he wouldn’t give up.

“You’re a badass.” You mumbled into his slick chest, feeling his arms tighten around you. “But listen to me, Senerchia, cause I’m only gonna say this once. You better not die on me, or I’ll bring you back to life and kill you myself.”

He pulls back and looks down at you, his eyes wide and wild and hair even more so, but a slight smirk tipping up his lips distracted you from all that. All the blood smeared on his skin and the welts that were soon bruises. That smile out-shown all of it.

“Never gotta worry about that, baby. I’m never leaving you.”

He placed another kiss to your lips briefly, leaving the taste of salty sweat and metallic in your mouth before he grabbed your hand and pulled you through the crowd, avoiding the people around trying to congratulate him and get him to sign things because all he was worried about was getting you home.

“Where are we going? I thought there were more fights? You don’t wanna stay and watch?”

“Nah” he smirks as the cold, New York air greets you both. “I got a lot of adrenaline pumping right now, im not wasting it.”

#hook aew #hook x reader #hook imagine #tyler senerchia #hook nation rise #hook #aew hook

[louloulemons-posts]

Furball

Eddie X Fem!Reader

Summary : Eddie has been being tortured by a scratching sound for days, but what is it?

Word Count : 1.5K

Warnings : Fluff, no actual romance, minor angst, minor character death (death of eddies mom and readers mom), reader referred to as Y/N, readers dad and uncle wayne shipping the kids lmao.

Really ramble-y, purely written because my cat had a kitten 🤍

~ / / / * \ \ \ ~

There it was again, that scratching sound. Eddie groaned shoving his head underneath his pillow to block out the noise. “Eddie!” his uncle Wayne’s voice called, he sighed knowing he wasn’t getting back to sleep anytime soon.

“Coming.” Sitting up, he threw the pillow back to the top of his bed, grabbing a shirt from the ground and sliding it on. Walking out of his bedroom to find his uncle, he ran his hand through his curls, messy with sleep.

“Welcome to the land of the living kid,” Wayne chuckled seeing his nephews disheveled appearance. “Ha, very fun-” the boy was cut off by the familiar scratching sound, “Can you hear that?!” he exclaimed.

Wayne cocked his brow, “Son you’ve been smoking a little too much, I’d lay off if I was you.” His Eddie threw his hands dramatically in the air, the noise stopping as he did.

“Anyways, you need to get dressed.” “Why?” he asks his uncle. “We’ve been invited for late lunch at my new colleges house. City guy, tryna help the company, make it all shiny and new,” Wayne explained.

“And we’re going why?”

“Listen he’s a nice enough guy, got a kid your age or something. Do this for your old man, dress nice, we could use an extra penny.”

“Okay okay, just let me go-” the scratching continued, “You cannot tell me you can’t hear that!”

Wayne sighed and lit a cigarette, letting his nephew run around trying to find the noise, not taking any notice.

~ / / / * \ \ \ ~

Pulling up in Wayne’s old car, Eddie let out a whistle, “When you said they were city folk I didn’t think you mean like this,” he nodded towards the flash car they parked next too.

“Listen David’s a well off guy, but he’s nice, real humble, was excited to get to know the folk around here.”

“Must be upset he’s moved to little old Hawkins.” Climbing out the car Eddie was almost throw over, a shorter person smacking into him. “Oh my gosh I’m so sorry!” they exclaimed.

He met their eyes and was taken aback, they were beautiful. “Jeez Y/N, you already making an impression on our guests,” a masculine voice spoke , Eddie saw a man stood by the front door.

Wayne shook the grey haired man’s hand, wearing a t shirt and slacks, he smiled, “Nice to see you Wayne, and you must be Eddie.” He held out his hand to him too, “Nice to meet you sir.”

“Oh please call me David, and this is my daughter Y/N,” he motioned to the girl stood next to him, who waved her hand awkwardly. “Well come on in, foods almost done.”

~ / / / * \ \ \ ~

Eddie was quite surprised by their home, yeah it was nicer than his and Wayne’s, but it was so normal. So homely. He wandered around the living room looking at pictures here and there, Wayne was chatting in the kitchen with David.

He smiled at the photos, one of David and his wife on their wedding day, christmas’, a picture of Y/N missing her front teeth, grinning widely. He came to one that looked more recent, Y/N and her mother, holding hands sat looking away at the sun, smiling.

“She’s pretty isn’t she,”the girl spoke next to him, causing him to jump slightly, “sorry.”

“It’s okay. And yeah she is, will she be joining us?”

“Oh um, she passed.”

“I’m sorry,” Eddie spoke quickly.

“Don’t worry about it, it was quick, peaceful. Few days after that actually,” she motioned to the photo, and Eddie now noticed how her mom wore a scarf on her head. “My moms gone too. It’s hard, but hey you’ve got your dad, you’ll be able to get through this.”

She smiled at him, “Yeah, like you and your uncle,” to which he responded with a nod. “Hey Y/N honey, did you get any lemonade?” David shouted through to the living room. “Oh yeah I’ll come help now dad.”

Dinner was nice, David was a kind guy, seemed genuinely interested in Wayne and Eddie. Not just work stuff, but what they did as a family, Eddies band and other things.

Y/N was sweet too, but held back from asking many questions, seeming like her mind was somewhere else.

“Honey did you have any luck with Sabrina?” her father asked, to which the girl shook her head. “Nope, I did ask around when I was getting the lemonade.”

“Sabrina?” Wayne asked the pair.

“She’s our cat. She’s pregnant, well she might not be now, she wandered off a few days after we got here. I haven’t seen her since,” Y/N sighed, stabbing a piece of her pasta and popping it in her mouth.

“Cats tend to find a cosy space, that’s nice, dry and safe to have their kittens. Sabrina was always wondering though, only way you could find her was to listen for her scratching stuff,” David laughed.

Eddie dropped his fork making three sets of eyes fall on him, “You okay son?” Wayne asked.

“I think I know where she might be.”

~ / / / * \ \ \ ~

“I knew I wasn’t going crazy!” Eddie exclaimed as he ran towards the trailer, he climbed inside, followed by Y/N. “You sure it was scratching you heard?” She asked, unable to hear anything. “Yes! Just give it a minute.”

The pair sat down on his bed, when Y/N spoke quietly, “She was my moms cat you know. Took her years to talking my dad into getting one, but he fell in love with her straight away, kinda like my mom.”

He smiled at her, “We’ll find her, even if she’s not here. I’ll help you look for her, she can’t have gotten too far.”

“Thank you Eddie.”

“And hey maybe after we find her, I can show you around Hawkins, give you the grand tour.” She laughed and nodded, “I’d really like th-” her words were cut short by scratching.

“There it is!” Eddie said.

“It’s coming from outside,” she grabbed the curly haired boys hand and ran outside to the back of the trailer.

“Sabrina, where are you hiding pretty girl?” she spoke gently, crouching low. Soon enough a small furry face popped out from behind the water tank.

A brown cat with green eyes, she started chirping at Y/N instantly running up to get pets, the girl took her into her arms, hugging her close.

“This is where you’ve been hiding then, terrorising my new friend Eddie!” she scolded lightly, pressing her lips gently on the animals head.

Eddie smiled at the interaction, and even more so when Sabrina meowed at him. He held out his hand for her to sniff, she head butted it gently, allowing him to scratch her ears.

Another small chirp broke out from behind the water tank, making Sabrina break out of Y/Ns hold and run back under the trailer. “Pretty girl come back!” she called out, and soon she did, but with a tiny tabby creature in her mouth.

The girl sat down on the grass, crossing her legs and allowed Sabrina to drop the kitten down. “Well you have been busy haven’t you mama?” she asked the older cat, gently stroking the small baby.

The brown cat ran away again coming back with a baby that was almost identical to her, she placed it with her other baby and went away again.

For a final time she returned with a small ginger cat in her mouth. Laying in Y/Ns lap with the kittens, allowing them to nuzzle into her, “Well done sweet girl, look at these babies, should we take them home and show Dad?” she asked, fussing her head.

Eddie smiled and sat down next to them, “This is what you’ve been scratching about?” he questioned, stroking the tabby baby gently, which Sabrina happily accepted. “Well how can I be mad at that?”

“Lucky you Sabrina, you haven’t lost me my nice new friend.”

“I think I might be hooked actually,” he grinned at the girl. “Oh yeah? Not surprised kittens will do that.” He hummed,

“Hey do you have a box we could put them in? Just to move them?” she asked

“Sure, I’ll go see,” he pushed from the ground, and jogged round to the front door of the trailer. “I hope we can keep this friend pretty girl, he seems sweet, don’t you think?” to which the cat only replied with a chirp and a nudge of her head for more pets.

~ / / / * \ \ \ ~

“Well Mama and her babies are all settled,” Y/N smiled at Eddie, “Thank you for the help, and hey if you hear any more scratching, you know who it is.”

The curly haired boy laughed, and nodded, “I do. Hey about that tour, I know you’ll have your hands full with these furballs for a while so, maybe I could come and help?”

“I’d really like that Eddie. And if that’s the case maybe you should name one of kittens.”

“Really?”

“Yeah, go for it.”

“Well how about Ozzy?”

“Like Osbourne?” she laughed.

“Exactly, little metal heads in the making!” He smiled at the kittens suckling from Sabrina who was snoozing.

The pair sat quietly enjoying the company one another, unaware of the two sets of eyes on them. “20 bucks says they’re dating in a month,” Wayne nudged David who nodded in agreement.

~ / / / * \ \ \ ~

Thank you for reading, please feel free to leave any requests 🤍

#eddie munson imagine #eddie munson #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson x yn #eddie munson x reader #eddie x fem!reader #eddie stranger things #joe quinn #joe quinn imagine #stranger things #eddie x you #eddie x y/n #eddie x reader #oneshot #stranger things imagine #joseph quinn #fluff #imagine #drabble #louloulemons

[spoonsock]

Intruder

Gwen Stacy x Reader

Synopsis: You live a boring life, someone breaks into your house and you successfully convince yourself you are schizophrenic lmao

I don’t think I’ve specified reader’s gender anywhere so I guess this is gender neutral but I haven’t proofread it so I’m not sure srry

Warnings: Absolute shitty writing and mentions of an injury I guess. NOT PROOFREAD I WROTE THIS AT 3AM I SWEAR TO GOD THIS IS AWFUL!!!!!

“Best years of your life”, they would say. And you would listen. Daydreaming about adolescence and what it would be like. But no amount of daydreaming or storytelling could prepare you for what you were about to experience. Nobody told you you were going to have to face the inevitable, deadly boredom.

It’s summer, for God’s sake. You were supposed to be going out, having fun, getting drunk or high, partying or something of the sorts. And yet, here you are, laying on your bed and staring at the ceiling. It’s not late, the sun is just setting and still, you are in your pajamas. Just laying there, blankly staring at the big, white ceiling. You blink every so often. It’s pathetic. Frustrating. There’s so many things you wanna do, so many things you could do. You wonder, “what’s stopping me?”…. Oh yeah. You have no social life nor the social skills to be going out almost every night. Your best friend is your cat, the only people who text you are your parents, in school you barely talk to your roommate, even less to the people from your classes. You go to this prestigious school and study your ass off day and night to pass your classes, just like everyone else there. You doubt anyone from your school, even those with average grades, have a social life.

But all of that doesn’t matter now tho. It’s summer. No school, no pressure, no work. Just chilling all day. Having fun during the night. Not you though. You are once again starting at your goddamn ceiling, not moving an inch. Your parents aren’t at home, and won’t be back anytime soon. “I could throw a party”… you laugh at the thought. Tonight is just like any other night. You’ll listen to your music or draw or do whatever and then go to bed at 9 PM. How pathetic.

You close your eyes. Your chest is moving up and down while you breathe steadily. You slowly drift to sleep, thinking about how peaceful life is currently.

Fate is a funny thing. You say something along the lines “life is peaceful”, and the next moment, the window in the room next to yours, your sibling’s room, shatters into thousands of tiny pieces of glass everywhere across your room. Someone broke into your house. Your eyes are now wide open and breathing is fast and unsteady. You’re literally frozen and grasping at the sheets on your bed, scared to make sudden move or to let out a single noise. You can hear someone trashing around in the room, stumbling, stomping, kicking. You can even hear the person very silently curse a few times. The fuck are they doing? Some time passes by, the noises the person was making stopped. “Maybe they left? I need to check”.

You decide to muster up some courage to sit up, and grab a pair of scissors from your work table with shaky hands. You have no idea what you can do with those scissors, honestly, they are not even that sharp, but you do feel a little safer while holding them. Afraid to make a sound, you move on the very tips of your toes, one step at a time, carefully listening in case you hear something from the other room. You press your ear onto the door of it, trying to figure out if there’s someone there. Your hands are still shaking and sweaty from the nervousness. Nothing. Not a single sound. “They must have left”

You grip your scissors in one hand and put your palm over the door handle, before slowly pressing down and opening the door quietly. You peer inside the dark room, the only light is coming from your own through the crack between the door and the wall. The more you open the door, the more of the light comes in. Suddenly, you see something move in the dark.

“Who’s there?” You tried to sound confident, but it didn’t really work as your voice broke when you tried to speak.

No answer. Holding the scissors closer and tighter, you open the door fully to lighten the whole room. Someone is laying on the floor. Someone dressed up in a white costume or something like that. You come closer and squint your eyes trying to see who is that.

“Is that….? No, it can’t be”

Yeah, yes it can be. The spider-woman, or Ghost spider as some called her, in the flesh. In your house. Bleeding onto your floor.

“What the heelllll”

You sit on the floor next to her limp body. She’s obviously unconscious, not dead. There’s a small puddle of blood around her leg. She’s laying on her back directly under the window, surrounded by the glass. There’s a huge hole in her costume on her left leg, the one closer to you, from which she’s bleeding. All over your floor. You stare at her wondering what the actual fuck is going on. You’re stuck there for a few moments before pulling yourself back to reality. The Spider-woman is bleeding on your floor. You gotta do something bruh.

You quickly run out of the room and return with a first aid kit. Everything is moving in a blur, you can’t tell whether this is all some kind of a fucked up dream or reality, but whatever it is, the only thing you are sure of is that you gotta help her. You clean the cut on her leg with something from the kit, put something jelly on it, and then wrap her leg with a towel. You have no idea what you just did or will it help but it did stop the bleeding so you just move on and start wiping the blood off of the flor with a wet rag. After a while of cleaning the floor next to the unconscious body of Spider-woman while your mind is completely blank, you hear a few groans. The pit in your stomach grows and you wonder what the actual frick should you do when she wakes up, which will apparently be, any time now. You guess she opened up her eyes (you can’t tell bc, you know, the mask and all) as she slowly rose in a sitting position, holding her head in one of her hands, rubbing her temple. She looks around herself and, I shit you not, flinches so hard that she hits her head on the window frame behind her when she sees you. You let out a loud gasp when she does so, even more scared of her than she is of you.

“Ouch, damn it! Where am I? Who are you? What is going on? I-“ she starts frantically.

“Stop stop stop calm down please!” you wave your hands around her, not knowing what to do while she looks around in panic shaking her head. Her eyes land on her leg and widen even more.

“What happened to my leg??” She looks at you. Well, you don’t really know if she’s looking at you, you can’t see her eyes, but you suppose she is and attempt to answer to all of her questions.

“You had a cut on your leg so I did…something with it and now it’s not bleeding anymore” you *try to* explain.

“Oh”

It’s quiet for a moment before you narrow your eyes at her and decide it’s time for you to start asking questions about this weird situation.

“You broke into my house and then blacked out. What the hell was all that??”

“I-I don’t know, I don’t remember anything!” She raises her hands up in defense.

It’s quiet again. She’s intensely staring at you while you look at everything around the room but her. You don’t know what to do. The Spider-woman is in your house. Well, she broke into it but still. She’s there.

You always held some sort of admiration towards her, even though your parents disliked her. Said she was a vigilante, how she doesn’t really help the cops, how she wouldn’t wear a mask unless she had something to hide. You didn’t care why she wore a mask. You liked what she did and thought it was admirable. You thought about how cool it must be, to be a superhero, to save lives and have amazing powers and do amazing shit all day. How cool it must be to be special. To be somebody. To be somebody to someone.

She’s still looking at you. The fuck is her problem? “Okay” you sigh and get up. “Is your leg any better?”

She attempts to get up and slowly succeeds. She steps on her left leg and you can tell she made a sour face after doing so, but quickly hides the expression she thought you couldn’t even see. “Yeah I guess”

You made her tea. She sat on your couch and drank it. It was silent for a while. For a long while. But it wasn’t an uncomfortable silence. More like a “we’re both too tired to talk, so it isn’t awkward, it’s just silent” silence, you know?

You would glance at her every now and then. Even in her costume, even under her mask, you thought she was pretty. You could just feel it. Something about her was so…inviting and…pretty.

More time passed and she had to go. Said something along the lines of having to run an errand. You nodded. She promised she’ll come back and fix your window ASAP. You let her know it was okay (even though the thought of attempting to explain how “you” broke the window in your sibling’s room to your parents AND to your sibling sent shivers down your spine) and escorted her out of the door this time. The absence of her presence kinda disturbed you.

“Whatever”, you thought and went back to your room, back to staring at the ceiling, waiting to fall asleep and hoping that when you wake up, the window will be magically fixed and your meeting with Spider-woman will turn out to be just a dream.

And magically enough, the window was fixed the next morning when you woke up. You asked your parents did they see anything unusual at home when they returned from wherever they were and the answer was a no. “Huh…weird. Maybe it was all a dream after all”

And that’s what you continued telling yourself. I mean, you didn’t have any proof that it wasn’t just a really really random dream. So you *tried to* believe it. And it kinda worked. But you couldn’t help but to hope you will dream of your intruder some time again.

Few weeks later, you met someone who goes to your school for the very first time. At your local grocery store, of all places. Her name was Gwen Stacy. She was really pretty and seemed nice, her dad was a cop and she lived actually really close to you. Surprisingly, you found yourself wanting to be friends with her. You, also, found yourself not being able to shake off a weird feeling that you recognized her voice from somewhere.

Once again I repeat, this was written at 3:11 AM and it has not been proofread, please do not come @ me☺️

#gwen stacy x reader #gwen stacy #spider gwen #into the spider verse #across the spiderverse #miles morales #ghost spider #spider woman

[twistedwonderlandsimps]

Yandere Debuff!Yuu Mini AU

Okay so Yandere Debuff Yuu. As it implies, Yuu’s afflicted with a negative status effect that makes them act as a yandere for a short amount of time. It’s kind of like getting afflicted with confusion or curse in a role-playing game except the debuff is triggered randomly and only lasts for a limited time. Of course, as much as I like Yuu getting screwed over, I also like them having a break so the Yandere Debuff also has a wee bit of advantages I can give so it’s not completely a debuff I guess but we’ll still call it a debuff anyway. 

Basically, the Yandere Debuff randomly picks a person within Yuu’s vicinity to be their “beloved”. In exchange, the character who gets ‘targeted’ basically gets an overpowered bodyguard. It’s a win-win, kind of.

An example of the debuff getting activated was when the braincell group were running away from the monster in the Dwarfs’ Mine. The debuff triggered and randomly chose Deuce as its target. Yuu immediately became smitten with him and ran beside Deuce and then picked him up to carry him princess-style because, “I can’t let you get hurt! Oh dear, your poor feet must be hurting from all the running. Don’t worry, I’ll get us out of here quickly!” 

And with a sudden burst of stamina and strength, Yuu ran far ahead of Ace and Grim who watched them with wide eyes in disbelief.

“O-Oi! Yuu, don’t just leave us here! And why are you carrying Deuce?!”

“Henchhuman!  How dare you leave the great Grim here? Carry me, too!”

“Eh?” Deuce was simply too stunned to speak.

The Yandere Debuff’s time limit finished just as they got out from the mines, after which Yuu lost all their super strength and promptly dropped Deuce on the ground. 

Yuu refuses to acknowledge what happens every time after getting inflicted with the debuff. 

“Henchhuman, what just happened back there?”

“I have no idea what you’re saying, Grim. You must’ve been imagining things.”

So anyway, there are instances where the debuff targets one of the overblot boys which makes saving them a bit harder when you have an overprotective yandere willing to fight the others for you but even when the debuff is active, Yuu can still be reasoned with so there’s that. Simply telling them that if the overblot isn’t stopped in time then their beloved’s life would be in danger does the trick. They’re quick to change sides just to save their beloved and being like: “This is hurting me more than it will hurt you! I’ll make this quick!”

Now I’m just imagining Chapter 6 but with Yuu punching their way through the metal doors and walls in S.T.Y.X.  just to get their beloved back. They’re ripping through the metal with their bare hands with intense ferocity and  no one can stop them. Idia’s looking at the surveillance cameras in terror, hoping Yuu doesn’t find him anytime soon.

Most of the time though the Yandere Debuff activates without anything major happening so there’s just these instances where Yuu tries to kidnap their beloved with varying success. 

Leona? Yuu’s sneaking away with him over their shoulder. Leona woke up the moment Yuu carried him but let them be since he was too lazy to go to class. Besides, Yuu actually tries to make Leona’s sleep as peaceful and comfortable as possible. Occasionally, Leona would demand for massages or buy him food which Yuu happily does so who’s really the one winning here?

Kalim? Yuu simply asks Kalim to follow them. That was it. Yuu can literally just go up to Kalim, take his hand into theirs and then tug him gently in their direction. Jamil has had to intervene multiple times to stop Yuu from disappearing with Kalim initially but now he’s just like, ‘lmao yeah sure go ahead take him just bring him back before dinner’. He trusts Kalim will be safe with Yuu because he knows they won’t let any harm come to Kalim when they’re in ‘their zone’ (and by zone, it means when Yuu’s afflicted with the debuff but not like anyone knows what it is aside from Yuu).

Ace? Yuu probably just casually walks up to the Heartslabyul student and cuffs him to them. Ace blankly looks at Yuu, then at the handcuffs locked around both their wrists, and then back at Yuu.

“Shit, is it my turn now?”

“I don’t know what you’re saying, my love. You’ve always been the one for me.”

All things considered, Ace definitely knows how to use this situation to his advantage.

Perhaps along with getting the Yandere Debuff, Yuu gets an inventory which only they can access that’s full of the standard issue yandere starter kit: a signature weapon, ropes, cloths, gloves, chloroform… etc. But they haven’t ever used the other items that much (and will most likely not use it ever, thank you very much), except for the signature weapon. Pretty handy and useful, the thing is.

Anyway, Yandere Debuff Yuu.

#yandere debuff!yuu #yandere debuff yuu #'tis simply a mini au #will probably expand more on this once i get my brain running again lmao #yuu would be a pretty tame yandere but i think that'd depend on the time limit tho #the longer the time limit is the more unstable yuu gets #twisted wonderland #twst #twisted wonderland au #twst au #twisted wonderland yuu #twst yuu #twisted wonderland headcanon #twst headcanon #twisted wonderland headcanons #twst headcanons #twisted wonderland imagine #twst imagine #twisted wonderland imagines #twst imagines #twisted wonderland scenario #twst scenario #twisted wonderland scenarios #twst scenarios

[jimmy-johns-was-taken]

to add onto the angst.. could we get some eyeless jack as a dad getting upset at his kid for doing something wrong? :O

I SWEAR YOU ARE THE SAME ANON WHO KEEPS ASKING ME FOR ANGST ISTG

Also, I’m only kinda proud of this. I’m hoping you like this, but idk how I feel

Dad Eyeless Jack Angst

Jack was keeping a snack in the basement. Some middle aged camper, you didn’t know and didn’t care. All you knew is that he was loud, screaming and pleading with your father. Something about his wife? You would just turn up the music in your headphones and ignore it. Jack could dissect the man, you would just eat whatever he put in the fridge.

Being Jack’s child wasn’t easy, you were stuck in a small cabin in the woods eating humans to survive. You didn’t receive much of an education or anything, mostly teaching yourself. But when BEN, someone you had become close with, gave you a phone, you managed to learn more. However, it didn’t change one thing.

You needed human meat to survive. That was the biggest downside to being the child of one of the most feared creepypastas.

One day though, Jack had been out. Something about needed to patch up a man named Masky? Or Tim? Jack referred to him with both names, but it didn’t really matter to you. You just nodded, mostly ignoring him, and went back to texting BEN, your only real friend.

‘Jack just left’

‘Is that code for me to come over? Lmao’

‘if u want’

‘I could 😏’

‘Your stupid’

‘You’re**’

‘Fuck you’

You threw your phone down, quickly standing and walking toward the kitchen. Hunger struck you, and Jack had left a liver in the fridge. A small snack to tide you over until dinner.

As you grabbed a plate, a banging let out. Jacks newest meal was banging on the door again. You rolled your eyes and took off toward your room, food in hand. Didn’t matter to you, it wasn’t like he was going to get out anytime soon.

‘Rember that victim Jack had’

‘Which one?’

‘The one that’s in the basement rn’

‘Ohhhhhhh yeh’

‘The random dude?’

‘Yeah, bitch is banging on the door and won’t shut up’

‘Lame, go bang back’

‘Yeah, scare tf outta him’

‘No balls you won’t’

‘Come with?’

It didn’t take but two seconds for BEN to manifest in your room, a large and evil grin on his face. He motioned for you to lead the way, and the two of you made your way to the basement door. The banging had stopped, and you looked at each other.

Reading each others mind, you opened the basement door. Might as well scare the living hell out of him. You silently walked while BEN floated down the stairs, peering around the corner. The man sat there, he reeked of fear and panic. Dread and despair.

A loud bang was heard, the front door had swung open. It wouldn’t shock you if it was off it’s hinges. The man looked over to where you were and screamed, backing himself into a corner. Loud footsteps sounded above and a shadow cast over the basement door opening. You and BEN looked to the top of the stairs and Jack stood there, shadows covering most of his features.

“Shittttttttttt…” BEN swore, looking at you. You both walked up the stairs, slightly pushing past Jack. He slammed the door shut, BEN disappeared quickly, and it was just you and your father. You gave him a look as he snapped the lock shut.

“You’re home early,” you commented, only to be quickly shut up.

“Why the hell are you downstairs? What have I told you? And why was BEN here?” Jack questioned, you could feel his rage increasing.

“BEN is over here all the time, you know that. And we were bored, just wanted to scare the guy, chill out,” you explained, brushing it off as if it was nothing.

“Chill out? What if he were to have gotten out? He’s not chained up or anything!” Jack began to raise his voice and you became slightly defensive.

“Well, he didn’t. It’s fine,” you tried to reason, backing away very slowly.

“Listen, don’t go down there, you could fuck something up,” Jack turned and stormed off.

“Yeah? Like I fucked up your life,” you mumbled, turning and walking to your room. You knew Jack would have heard it, but you didn’t care enough to see his reaction. You knew he’d be angry, imagining steam coming out of his ears and his face turning cherry red. Arriving in your room, you flopped on the bed.

“Another fight?” BEN questioned, sitting on your desk.

“Yeah, and thanks for the backup out there,” you rolled your eyes. BEN jumped up and laid next to you, his own eyes looking at your ceiling.

“Sorry, never know if he’s going to explode or not. I’d rather not be present for that,” he admitted.

“Nah, I don’t blame you, I wouldn’t want to either,” you cringed at memories of Jack truly yelling at you.

“Meh, now you got me! We should go, have fun!” BEN sprung up and motioned toward your window. You smiled, walking over and opening the window. You knew Jack would be pissed, but whatever, you couldn’t care less. Like how he couldn’t care less about you. His child that fucked up his life.

#creepypasta #creepypasta headcanon #ticci toby #ben drowned #eyeless jack #jane the killer #jeff the killer #nina the killer #creepypasta x reader #eyeless jack platonic #eyeless jack angst #eyeless jack x you #ben drowned x y/n

[gamerwoo]

[SVT Imprinted] Wonwoo: Perfect (Part 4)

Characters: Wonwoo x female reader

Genre/warnings: werewolf au, college au, fluff, angst(???), reader’s pregnant, giving birth oh boy!!, reader makes some graphic threats lmao, for the record idk shit about giving birth :)

Word count: 3,696

Summary: Nine months of mood swings, weird cravings, and crying at the smallest things has finally led to one of the biggest moments in your life. You just hope Wonwoo doesn’t miss it.

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You were in the worst mood that afternoon. You were having bad stomach aches, Wonwoo wasn’t going to be home for a few more hours, and all you wanted was your mate to hold you and give you kisses. Therefore, you were grumpy and whiny – something that Jihoon and Hansol had to put up with since the alpha was trying to get in more time with his own mate.

You were also past your due date, which was making you irritable. You were supposed to have this baby around the time Juri and Seungcheol had their fight, but you were still just as pregnant as you were then, with no signs of that changing anytime soon.

Wonwoo didn’t mind it, though. He thought you were cute when you were pregnant. Not to mention him kissing your stomach and whispering to it and reading and singing to it was absolutely heartwarming, but still, you were in too much pain to want to be pregnant any longer.

“_____, just take the vitamins,” Jihoon sighed, still holding the bottle in his hand.

You shook your head furiously, holding one of the pillows on your bed to your chest as you sat by the headboard.

You were close to tears, and the two wolves saw that -- they didn’t know why but they assumed it was just because you were annoyed that you were still pregnant and tired and sore. Or maybe it was because you wanted Wonwoo – and it was partly that – but it was also because your stomach hurt so bad. You figured it was just the baby kicking again, so you just continued to squeeze your pillow and frown at the two wolves, trying to hold back frustrated tears.

“_____,” Hansol frowned, not liking that you were about to cry, “it’s okay. Wonwoo will be home soon, but you have to take these now. He’ll be too tired to remember to give them to you.”

You just shook your head again, glaring at the floor, “No. My stomach hurts and I don’t want to be pregnant anymore.”

Jihoon’s head cocked to the side slightly, “It hurts?”

You nodded, eyes flashing up to meet his yellow ones, “Yeah…”

“Is that why you’re crying?” he asked.

You shrugged, “Kinda… It’s just kicking harder, I think.”

Jihoon sat at the edge of the bed, studying you closely, “Does the pain come in intervals?”

He didn’t know much about being pregnant, but he’d seen enough movies and TV shows to know some things.

“I’m not keeping track!” you huffed, not liking that he was questioning you so much.

“Did your water break?”

“I-I don’t know. I thought it was just my bladder again…”

Jihoon groaned, his head rolling to look over at the younger wolf, “Go tell Seungcheol that _____’s going into labor. We need to go to the hospital now. Have Aya call her mom, too.”

“What?” you heartbeat was suddenly speeding up.

Suddenly, you were perfectly fine with this baby staying inside of you. You knew giving birth would hurt – even after it was over – and it wasn’t something you were really excited to deal with. Plus, you were just a human. You couldn’t heal like the wolves could, so you’d just be in pain for really long.

As Hansol rushed out of the room, Mingyu rushed in, “Did you say _____ is in labor?”

You started to feel the pain building in your stomach again, only this time, it was getting more intense.

“Yeah,” Jihoon nodded, hands moving to help you up, “so can you go call Wonwoo, please?”

“How can you tell?” Mingyu asked.

This pain was worse than the others, especially when you were moving, it seemed. You let out a yell of pain, unable to keep it in. Your hands gripped whatever you could – it happened to be Jihoon – squeezing has hard as you could.

Thankfully, he didn’t seem to mind.

“Just go call Wonwoo, you idiot!” the older wolf ordered.

Mingyu swiftly left, pulling his phone out from his pocket.

“Come on, we need to get you in the car,” he told you, trying to keep his voice calm and soft even though you were about to have a baby and he had no idea if you’d even make it to the hospital on time. “Where does Wonwoo keep the hospital bag?”

“C-Closet,” you breathed through the pain.

Jihoon could heard multiple footsteps storming up the stairs, and he hoped they were of people who planned to help rather than get in the way and ask questions. Thankfully, Joshua was leading the group upstairs, and was quick to help Seungcheol carry you down the stairs when asked. The rest of the group quickly moved out of the way, either scrambling up the stairs or rushing down them to make way.

“Somebody get the hospital bag from _____’s closet,” Joshua ordered, and somebody ran down the hall to retrieve it.

“Wonwoo didn’t answer his phone!” Mingyu called down the stairs.

“Well, then everybody better spam his phone,” Joshua laughed harshly, feeling your nails digging into the skin of his shoulder as you grunted and groaned at the pain, “because this baby is coming with or without him.”

“Without him?!” you cried.

No. There was no way in hell you were having a baby without him. You knew you couldn’t do it if Wonwoo wasn’t there. If he really didn’t show up, what were you going to do? Sure, your pack could be just as supportive, but you wanted your mate – the only person that ever truly made you feel safe.

“Shh, don’t worry, _____,” Seungcheol told you, his voice soft and reassuring, “he’ll show up. Wonwoo would never miss this.”

-

Everybody knew they couldn’t stay in the room with you the whole time, and since Joshua was already supposed to be in there anyway, you had to decide who would be your replacement Wonwoo until the real Wonwoo showed up – if he showed up.

While Seungcheol was helpful at home, you already knew he’d be awkward while you were in labor. While you thought Minghao or Junhui would be a good pick – they would have to go through this later with Yoona anyway – you figured the two wolves going through this once would be enough. Juri was one of your best friends and she was incredibly supportive, but you didn’t want to subject her to your possible screaming or possibly breaking her hand.

Aya seemed like your best option.

Aya was not only strong enough to handle your hand-squeezing, but she was also good at being reassuring. She was the best of both worlds, and it wouldn’t be awkward if she saw your vagina. She had seen it before anyway, and she planned on being in the room to help her mom and Joshua, so she seemed like the best choice. 

“Where’s Wonwoo?” you whined, already laying down in a bed as you waited to go to the delivery room to actually have the baby. You weren’t dilated enough yet, so you were just in a crowded room where your pack freely went in and out. “Why isn’t he answering?”

“He’s still at work so he probably hasn’t checked his phone,” Jeonghan tried to explain as he sat on a small couch-like chair and stared up at the ceiling.

“He’ll be here, _____,” Juri promised with a warm smile.

But he wasn’t there, and you didn’t hear anything from him for hours. It wasn’t until 10pm that Seungcheol came running into the room with his cellphone pressed to his ear.

“Wonwoo’s on his way,” he reported.

But then he didn’t get to the hospital until 11pm because he worked farther away from the hospital. And by that time, Joshua and Dr. Moon were both insisting you take the epidural, but you were refusing through tears because the needle looked big and you didn’t want them to stab your spine with it. But you had also been crying from pain since you showed up.

“_____, it’ll help you feel better,” Joshua’s soft voice tried to persuade you.

But you weren’t having it. You weren’t listening to anybody, not even Aya’s mother. You just wanted Wonwoo. Without your mate, you were just terrified and irritable.

“No!” you cried, tears still on your face from the last round of contractions that were particularly harsh. “That needle is massive, and I swear to god, Josh, I’ll jam it up your ass if you try to make me get anything using that thing!”

The small group had been trying to convince you off and on for hours until Wonwoo finally rushed into the room, hair a mess and breathing like he had run all the way from work to the hospital.

As soon as you saw him, you reached out for him, letting go of your strong grip on Aya’s hand as she sighed in relief and rubbed her hand. Wonwoo went right up to you, peppering your face that was damp from tears with sweet kisses as he smoothed your messy hair back.

“I’m so so so so sorry,” he mumbled, stroking your cheek softly. “I was at work so my phone was off, and then I saw all the calls and messages and voicemails and– Fuck, _____, I’m sorry I wasn’t here.”

“You’re here now, and the baby isn’t, so you’re good,” Joshua reassured him.

“And my hand won’t have to be cut off,” Aya commented quietly as she gestured for Jeonghan to leave the room with her – following the group that Seungcheol and Juri were ushering out so you could be alone with Wonwoo. “I’ll be back.”

Joshua just nodded at Aya before he looked at Wonwoo, still holding the needle in his hand, “Can you please convince _____ to let us give her this?”

“Baby,” Wonwoo frowned as he looked down at you, “you said you’d want anything that would keep you from being in pain. Why don’t you want to take it now?”

“Um, hello?! Look at the needle!” you exclaimed, pointing at how long and menacing the sharp object looked. “I don’t want that in my spine!”

“_____, I wouldn’t let anybody give you something that would hurt you. It’ll just feel like some pressure, and then you’ll feel better,” he promised, taking both of your hands in his. “You trust me, don’t you?”

You nodded with a small pout on your face. So Wonwoo helped you to sit on the edge of the bed while Joshua exposed your back and prepped you for the shot. Wonwoo kept both of his hands in yours, eyeing his brother to prepare for the inevitable squeeze to his hands.

“Ready?” Joshua asked.

“No,” you mumbled, “but yeah…”

Joshua inserted the needle, and you sucked in a sharp breath. Wonwoo didn’t find the pressure you put on his hands to be too bad, but he expected it to get worse later. He was honestly surprised you were actually able to hurt Aya – unless it was just from her hand being crushed in your grip for a long period of time – considering the werewolves’ pain tolerance was very high.

Contractions after the epidural did feel a bit duller, but they still didn’t feel nice. You just wanted the baby out of you, but it took two more hours for you to finally be dilated enough to go to the delivery room. And that was when your nerves spiked once again, and you felt yourself starting to panic.

“I can’t do this!” you suddenly decided, as if that would suddenly make it so you didn’t have to give birth.

“Love, you have to,” Wonwoo told you as he walked beside you while you were wheeled to the designated delivery room.

“But it’s going to hurt, and stitches, and blood, and–”

“_____, you’re going to start hyperventilating,” Wonwoo frowned, looking down at you as he gave your hand a soft squeeze. “I’ll be beside you the whole time, and I promise you’ll be okay.”

So, like every other time you were scared of something, you put all your trust in Wonwoo. As Dr. Moon got everything prepped and ready, you looked up at Wonwoo in pure terror but felt a little bit better just looking up into his gold eyes with little bits of brown from his contacts still freckled in. As it hit you that this was it – you were going to be a mother – you found solace in the fact that Wonwoo would be with you to help you no matter what. And as Dr. Moon told you to push, you found comfort in the warmth of Wonwoo’s hand around yours.

Everything was kind of a blur. There was a lot of screaming, a lot of swearing and death threats – mainly from you toward the two male wolves in the room, but Joshua threatened Wonwoo once (”It’s great that _____’s back to her normal self, but if your mate really tries disembowel me in my sleep, I’ll kill you.”) – and lots of reassurance. No matter what kind of profanities or otherwise you threw at anybody, they kept telling you that you were doing great and that you could do this and that it was almost over.

“If you tell me it’s almost over one more time, Hong,” you began through clenched teeth as you gripped Wonwoo’s hand harder than you ever gripped anything in your life, “I’m going to take a fucking scalpel and shove it up your–”

“If you keep threatening him, I’m probably going to actually die,” Wonwoo told you, interrupting your next threat.

“No, he’s serious this time,” Dr. Moon smirked – she’d been laughing softly at the whole ordeal. “The head is crowning.”

Wonwoo stepped to the side, leaning over to see, but you quickly tugged on his hand to yank him back toward your head. He just chuckled, pressing a kiss to your knuckles, “Darling, it’s nothing I haven’t seen before.”

“I don’t care,” you whined. “I need you up here.”

“_____, it’s almost over,” Aya promised. “Just one more big push.”

You shook your head, tears continuing to fall from your face like they had been this whole time, “I can’t!”

“Yes, you can,” he nodded, wrapping his free hand around the hand of yours that he still held. “Now squeeze my hand as hard as you can, and push when Dr. Moon tells you.”

So as soon as you were instructed, you did as told. Wonwoo finally understood why Aya was cradling her hand to her chest, but you were doing it! You were giving birth to your baby – something you were terrified to do – and he had never been so proud of you.

The pressure was suddenly gone, and your body instinctively relaxed against the bed, your bones and muscles feeling like jelly. Your eyes closed as you heard a cry fill the room, and you heard Wonwoo making a soft noise somewhere between laughing and crying.

You kept your eyes closed, but you felt Wonwoo’s lips press to your forehead before you heard him whisper, “It’s a girl.”

-

Wonwoo stood outside the window to look at the newborns, staring at the one that had your names on the crib. The two of you had talked about baby names for both genders but you’d never officially decided on one. He was trying to figure out what your baby looked like she should be named, but he just wasn’t sure.

“Hey,” Minghao walked up to Wonwoo, standing beside him as he looked over the group of babies before he finally spotted the one Wonwoo was looking at. “She’s really cute.”

“I love her already,” Wonwoo chuckled, his hands shoved into his jeans that he’d been wearing since the morning before. “Even when I saw her covered in blood and everything, I loved her.”

“_____ doesn’t do well with blood,” Minghao recalled with a soft laugh. “Hope she didn’t see.”

“She almost fell asleep as soon as it was over,” Wonwoo admitted. “She’s almost done getting stitched up, and then she gets to officially meet our daughter – y’know, that’s so weird to say: our daughter.”

“You’re a dad now, dude” Minghao smirked, nudging the older wolf in his side.

“You’ll be one soon, too.”

“Yeah, that’s even weirder to think about.”

“Nah, you’re one of the more responsible ones.”

The two fell into a comfortable silence as they stared at the baby girl, until Wonwoo spoke up again quietly, “You know, _____ and I think really highly of you, right?”

Minghao’s cheeks turned a soft shade of pink at the suddenly compliment, “I-I guess so. Why are you suddenly saying that?”

“I know things are tough with you and Junhui still, and I don’t want you to think anything bad about yourself,” Wonwoo said, looking away from the window to look at the younger wolf.

“I know Jun doesn’t mean anything he says,” Minghao sighed, shaking his head. “I don’t know if he’ll always be like this or not, but I know it’s just because he’s upset. It doesn’t make me feel bad about myself, it just makes me feel bad for Yoona.”

“Well, I’m sure things will work out,” Wonwoo nodded with a warm smile, resting a hand on Minghao’s shoulder. “For now, you can play uncle.”

“You can meet her,” Aya spoke up, walking toward the two boys. “_____’s all fixed up, so we’re going to bring her in. You should probably get the pack – they’re gonna wanna meet her, too.”

-

It was like the whole world was being put in your arms, and all you could do was smile until your cheeks hurt. You couldn’t believe something half you was so damn perfect – you assumed she got it from Wonwoo’s genes. Her eyes were still closed, and she had a little pink hat covering her head – Joshua insisted she had a head full of brown, curly hair – but even so, you thought she was absolutely perfect.

You and Wonwoo had lists of baby names that would fit for both of you. Something that your family and his would both appreciate. But now as you looked at your daughter, none of them felt right.

“She’s so cute!” Areum squealed softly – everyone was being very careful as to not wake her – before looking over at Chan beside her.

Chan was already putting a finger to her lips before she could even say anything, “Don’t start.”

“Good thing she looks more like _____ than you,” Junhui teased from your other side as he leaned over the bed to get a better look. “That’s why she’s so cute, Won.”

Junhui was an absolute sucker for the baby, which made you hope that he would be even more fond of the twins Yoona was supposed to be having soon.

“It’s gonna be so nice having a baby around the house,” Seokmin mused as he looked over Bomi’s shoulder to see the baby in her arms. “I mean, other than the crying in the middle of the night.”

“That’s all babies do, Seok,” Aya snorted.

“Can I hold her?” Mingyu asked, standing behind his mate with a pout on his face.

Jihoon frowned at Mingyu as the baby was handed off to him next, “No, you’ll drop her.”

Your daughter made her way around the room, each person getting a chance to hold her while Wonwoo continually kissed whatever part of you he could while murmuring how well you did and how much he loved you and how proud of you he was. He kept your hand in his warm one as you rested your eyes, listening to the pack coo at your daughter – even Jihoon, who seemed slightly awkward holding a baby. 

You didn’t remember falling asleep. Soonyoung was arguing with his pack over him being the best babysitter, and your eyelids just started to feel heavy.

The next thing you heard was Wonwoo’s voice singing softly.

“--When skies are grey. You’ll never know, dear, how much I love you.”

You opened your eyes and rolled your head to the other side. The windows showed the sun was starting to come up, and your room was empty. The pack must’ve gone home now. But Wonwoo was still awake, holding your daughter in his arms as he sang to her.

“Please don’t take my sunshine away,” he finished before pressing the softest kiss to her forehead.

And suddenly, you had an idea for a name.

“What about Sonny?” you asked, your voice hoarse from sleep -- and probably all the yelling, crying, and grunting you did.

Wonwoo’s head snapped up, eyes landing on you with surprise, but his expression quickly melted into a smile, “Sonny, huh?”

The two of you had tossed names back and forth for the longest time, coming up with a small list but never quite deciding on a name you both were 100% about. And Sonny wasn’t even on the list, but after seeing Wonwoo with her, you felt 1000% sure about this name. 

You nodded, a sleepy smile coming to your face, “Our little sunshine.”

Wonwoo chuckled, a soft blush coming to his cheeks as he looked back down at the infant in his arms. He walked over to your bed, passing the baby to you before he very gingerly wrapped his warm arms around you both and rested his cheek against your head.

“She does look like a Sonny, doesn’t she?” he asked.

“I think so,” you hummed. “Jeon Sonny sounds nice, too.”

“Sonny it is,” he decided before he pressed a lingering kiss to the crown of your head. With his lips still against your head, he mumbled, “I love you so much.”

“I love you so much,” you told him, tilting your head back to smile up at him.

He smiled back before he pressed a sweet kiss to your lips. Then he looked down at Sonny, still fast asleep.

“And I love you,” he told her, leaving another kiss on her forehead. “My two favorite girls.”

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[treethankyou]

greendale seven supporting a friend on their period!

this came to me while i was suffering so i had to turn that pain into this! this is not meant to be gender specific but it is specific to those of us who have periods. also i’m sorry for not including Pierce but i honestly just couldn’t be bothered to write for him 🤷‍♀️ i apologize for my poor grammar, writing has never been my strong suit. well anyways, i hope this is alright and ya enjoy!

pairing: gn (period having) reader & greendale 7

warnings: mentions of periods, poor grammar (sorry i have no excuse!)

word count: a lot (~1600)

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Jeff

now don’t get me wrong Jeff is a mature, grown man

…who is also a bit of a weenie LMAO

upon finding out you’re on your period he’s a little uncomfortable but represses any visual tell of that fact

regardless of the fact that he has a similar mindset about periods to that of a teenage boy, he still cares…discreetly

he’s got a reputation to protect here!

he makes sure to go easy on you when it’s clear you’re not feeling well

lowkey scolds anyone who doesn’t get the memo

suggests to get froyo so you’re able to get some sugar to make ya feel better

he knows that light exercise helps with cramping and him being the health nut he is he offers to go on walks with you

never acknowledges that he does any of this to help you feel better but it’s more obvious than he thinks it is

aloof big brother x100

“Hey Jeff…” you say after taking a bite of froyo. “I just wanted to say thank you for taking me here for…thinking of me. It means a lot.”

He spares you a small smile across the table. “Oh, it’s nothing. I just wanted froyo.” You know him well enough to know that’s not the truth but you also know that if you say something about he will feel embarrassed and deny it. So you say nothing, making a mental note to discreetly pay back the favor sometime.

Britta

she is totally big on no period shame

never makes you feel weird about being on your period, in fact she encourages you to talk plainly about it

you know, defeat the stigma!

has loose pain pills in her purse she’ll offer you when the pain gets bad

may accidentally offer you a…recreational pill LMAO

has tampons only sorry to the pad supremacists

if anyone is going too rough on you when you’re feeling crappy she absolutely will step in and tell them to lay off

keeps a travel heating pad in her car and has lend it to you on multiple occasions

she’s overall a great friend and never fails to prove it <3

“Oh sweetie…” Britta starts as she looks at your slumped over figure, head parked face down on the table. “My everything hurts.” You mumble against the wood.

Without another word Britta turns on her heel to grab her portable heating pad. Soon she returns and hands you the heating pad, patting your head as you sit back up. “You’re the best Britta.” You gratefully smile up at her, leaning your weight into her side. She smiles and squeezes you in a side hug. “Anytime buddy, anytime.”

Abed

remember in season 2 when it’s revealed that Abed charted the girls’ periods?

…yeah me too.

sorry babes but you’re also totally on that chart

this man carries both pads and chocolate in his bag (designated pockets for each!) just in case any of his lady friends and period having pals need either

there was a point in time where he was curious about what periods were like and absolutely researched the hell out of the topic

is now a certified period expert

because of that he doesn’t use euphemisms to refer to periods, absolutely uses the medical terms

invites you over for movie night in which y’all watch all your faves and sappy comfort movies

Tears slip down your face as “A Simple Life” plays in the background, Carl and Ellies life together flashing on the screen. Abed silently observes you from his position on the couch, handing you a box of tissues as soon as he notices the tears.

You nod gratefully, taking the box in your hands and wiping away the remaining tears. “Abed?” you ask. He looks back to you quizzically, waiting for you to continue. “You really don’t have to do this, I know only watching my favorite movies is a bit boring so…Thank you.” He comfortingly pats your knee before saying, “”You and me, we are in a club now”. We’re friends and if that means being here with you, I’ll do it anytime.” Let’s just say you cried a little more at that.

Shirley

quite coy when it comes to talking about periods not too big a deal though

but when she sees you’re suffering—

mother hen mode: activated

asking all of the questions to see how you’re doing

see Shirley knows you’re grown and can handle yourself but that doesn’t stop her from paying a little more attention to you when you’re on your period

bakes all the chocolate goods

and they are amazing you honestly could cry

has pain killers and tampons in case of emergency

she is actually so sweet to you (which is nothing new but it’s more noticeable during this time)

if the symptoms are really intense she absolutely prays for you (lowkey worried that you are being tormented by the devil LMAO)

This week has been booty and today sealed the deal. The abdominal pain has been astronomical and you honestly felt like you were going to keel over at any moment.

Sluggishly you made your way out of the library, getting barely a few steps out the door before you heard Shirley call out to you. “Hey Shirley what’s u—“ before you could finish your sentence you’re cut off by Shirley shoving a box in your hands. A box full of brownies, cookies, and chocolate covered strawberries. You look back up to her face shocked and touched beyond belief.

“I noticed this week has been tough for you and I wanted to remind you that someone’s in your corner. I hope this helps you feel better sweetie.” She smiles sweetly and you can’t help but tear up. Thanking her profusely you give her a tight hug before making your way home, excited to devour your delicious gift.

Annie

absolutely made a code word to notify each other when either of you get your period

it’s something absolutely ridiculous like “i’m hungry for blueberry muffins”

very much embarrassed when talking about periods, hushed whispers and euphemisms out the wazoo

carries literally everything that one could need for a period emergency

pain killers, portable heating pad, pads and tampons of every kind

if you ever need any of the aforementioned items she will literally sprint across campus to get them to you if need be

low key treats you like the younger sibling she never got (being the youngest in her family and in the study group she is trilled) it only intensifies when you’re on your period

“Ok so! I have ibuprofen, tylenol, advil, tums—“ you cut her off with a small laugh and shake of your head. “Annie I’m fine! It’s barely a headache. Worst comes to worst I’ll just sit in a dark and quite room for a while.”

As soon as the words left your mouth another sharp pain shoots through your head, you visibly cringe at the sensation. She eyes you nervously, clearly still concerned about your well-being. “Ok dark room, I can do that!” She exclaimed, the volume causing you to wince a little. She quickly hops up out of her seat and shuts off the lights to the study room. She then shrugs off her sweater and folds it into a small pillow, placing it on the table in front of you. “You should sleep for a bit, use this. Don’t worry I won’t let anyone disturb you.”

Before you can protest she runs out of the room and closes the doors. You smile and shake your head at her antics, reminding yourself to thank her later. You silently take her advice, falling into a nice sleep in the silence of the study room guarded by your beloved neurotic chosen sister.

Troy

we all know this man is a himbo

clueless to the max

all he knows is that periods suck and cause a lot of pain and bleeding (that’s actually so scary to him LMAO)

after finding this out Britta gives him the run down with Abed chiming in now and then…he’s mortified LOL

has totally used Abeds chart before

knowing about when it occurs, he is a total sweetheart when you’re on your period

compliments you more (albeit a bit clumsily) to make sure you feel good about yourself during this time

carries an extra water bottle around to make sure you are hydrated to avoid headaches

You’re making popcorn in the kitchen for the movie night you’re spending with Abed, Annie, and Troy when negativity creeps up on you. You feel like crap, physically and mentally. You’re irritable, sad, and tired all at the same time and this shift in behavior does not go unnoticed. You had been snippy all day due to how terrible you felt and you even snapped at your friends. And now you felt worse with the guilt of that encounter eating at you.

As you ruminate on those thoughts you feel a presence behind you. You don’t get the chance to turn around before you feel arms wrap around you, pulling you into a hug. You look to the hands of who is holding you and realize it’s Troy, though you could have guessed that based on the action alone. You relax, leaning your weight into his front and letting his warmth wash over you. His presence alone sweeps away the cloud of negativity previously plaguing you.

After a while he releases his hold on you and moves to deal with the popcorn, shooting you a caring smile as he does so. Before he can exit the kitchen you place a hand on his shoulder and whisper a small thank you. “That’s what friends are for. Besides, I like hugs.” He grins and you can’t help but return it. You follow him back to the tv room, settling down to continue your marathon surrounded by your loved ones.

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[tingerines]

Pairing: Azul x GN!Reader Genre: Fluff A/N: The reader in this is not Yuu. I went way too ham at 2 A.M. and ended up writing 11.6k words, so enjoy my descend into fluffy madness lmao.

Everyday life as a librarian is as mundane as you can get within the walls of Night Raven College. With the exceptions of the occasional ruckus caused by groups of college students — mainly Floyd — or Crowley coming to offer yet another deal that you can’t seem to refuse, the library serves as a quiet haven for those who can’t find it elsewhere; you included.

At first you weren’t sure what you wanted to do here, or what you could do here. You’d spent the last couple of months just cramming as much History of Magic knowledge as you could into your brain, simply trying to make sense of the new world that you were in, without giving much thought to how you could fit in if you weren’t going home anytime soon. So, it comes to no surprise that once that was done and over with, you found yourself with way too much free time on your hands.

It’s when you’re in the midst of a particularly rowdy lunch, that your friend Epel mentions a new job opening at the library on-campus. He’d insisted that you apply, explaining that the library was in desperate need of someone that has competent knowledge of literature and you were perfect for the job.

You were hesitant at first, mostly because you were shy and quiet — especially in public settings — and that’s why you gave up trying to befriend more people here. But Epel reasoned it wouldn’t be too bad, or busy, at all because he would be helping you out. Plus, Vil told him that the practice would help him get used to speaking “properly”. So, you applied for the position.

Now you’ve found yourself working at the library for a little over half a year already, and Epel was right: working at the library wasn’t all that difficult. While he offers to deal with inquiring students all day — just to save you the anxiety of having to do so yourself — you’re left to acquire, classify, and catalog materials away from their prying eyes.

Today’s arrangement is no different.

You’ve just finished cataloging this week’s new batch of books, and after carefully stacking them onto your handy-dandy book cart, you head over to the elevator to the second floor. The doors slide apart with a quiet ding! to announce your arrival before you push the book cart to the first set of bookshelves labeled “Fiction: 001 - 200.09”, all the while nodding your head and mumbling polite greetings to the people you pass by.

Your hands busy themselves by putting the books into their respective spots, first alphabetically then by call numbers. You’re halfway through your stacks when someone gently taps on your shoulder, causing you to jump in surprise before you turn around to see Epel standing there.

“Uh… yes?” you ask, clearing your throat as you straighten up and fiddle with the hem of your sweater.

“Could you work the front today? I’m exhausted,” Epel runs a hand through his hair as he sighs in exasperation.

You squint your eyes at him and try to figure out if he’s simply trying to trick you into socializing, but the way his eyebrows are furrowed and his jaw is clenched tells you otherwise. Rather reluctantly, you nod in agreement to his request, “I guess so. Are you alright?”

“Yeah, I just didn’t expect working at a library to be the same experience as working retail. Like, excuse me, we sent you the notification that your books were overdue. Don’t yell at me because you didn’t pay attention and now you have to pay the fees, sir,” Epel slams his hand down the top of a book as he emphasizes the last word, the loud sound making you jump.

Epel begins to shove books into the empty slots of the bookshelf, not truly caring if they belong there or not. You can’t help but wince as you watch him do so, the feeling you’re experiencing is like watching someone try to drink soup broth with a fork: it’s just not right.

“Okay, Epel, I’m heading to the front then.”

At this point, the man doesn’t even hear you anymore; too busy in his own thoughts cursing at the disrespect he’s been shown and taking out his frustrations on the bundle of papers in his hands. You turn on your heels before you can change your mind and tell Epel to get the heck away from your precious books and make your way back down to the checkout counter on the first floor.

It’s quiet for a Friday afternoon. Usually you’d expect a small crowd of students to trudge in, their backpacks heavy with textbooks and eye bags as dark as a cloudy sky. Sometimes you miss the days when you used to be like that too; even though it was difficult you made a lot of fond memories that made it all bearable.

You situate yourself on the worn-out leather office chair Epel usually occupies, the backrest creaking a bit too loudly for your liking when you lean against it.

Maybe you can strike up a deal with Crowley to get a new one later. No, scratch that idea — you never know what that man wants in return.

The computer in front of you is just starting to boot up when the entrance of the library swings open, causing your gaze to shift out of curiosity.

Your eyes land on the figure of an attractive young man dressed in the classic NRC school uniform, the purple ribbon secured to his left arm showcasing that he’s a part of the Octavinelle dorm. You can’t shake the feeling that you know this man from somewhere, but you also can’t quite put your finger on where.

Feeling eyes on him, the man turns his head towards you and gives you a polite smile when you make eye contact. You can feel your cheeks heating up in embarrassment from being caught staring, and you avert your eyes almost immediately — opting to stare at the brightly lit computer screen instead.

“Excuse me,” the man calls out, and you think to yourself that his soft-spoken voice matches his angelic appearance very well.

“Yes?” you answer after a few moments of silence, reluctantly glancing up.

As the man approaches the checkout counter, you can’t help but to stare at him with slightly widened eyes and a thin-lipped smile. It must look like you’re in pain to him — in this case, your pain is just downright embarrassment — but you were always one to have your emotions and thoughts written all over your face, so you couldn’t hide it even if you’d wanted to.

“Is Epel out today?” the man asks as he rests his hands on the counter and his eyes scan the space behind you.

“‘Epel’?” you echo your friend’s name, your expression quickly changing into one of confusion. “No, he's here… why?”

“Oh, no reason. He’s just usually the one to be sitting here so I was just wondering,” the man chuckles while shaking his head, a finger pressed to the bridge of his glasses to keep them from moving.

“Okay…” your voice trails off as you weren’t sure what to say next.

Is it usual for Epel to make small talk with everyone? You have to commend him for being able to do that every day with who knows how many people when you can barely think of what to say to this one person. He must have sensed how uncomfortable you feel, because the man takes a step backwards towards the staircase with his thumb pointing over his shoulder.

“I'm guessing he’s upstairs, so I’ll go there,” he announces before giving you another smile, this one more unsettling than the last. “I’ll see you later. Have a great evening.”

You wave goodbye to the man and give him a small, less awkward smile back, watching as he turns and speed walks up the stairs as if someone is chasing him. The smile doesn’t leave your face even after he’s disappeared from your view.

“Of course he would see me later. He has to pass by the checkout counter to leave the library anyways,” you think as you focus your attention back to the computer screen.

On display is a website with the daily list of upcoming school events a.k.a. your number one resource of finding which areas of the school you should avoid like the plague. Your eyes spot a familiar name: Mostro Lounge, and you can’t help but roll your eyes.

“Is there ever a time this place isn’t up to no good?” you wonder aloud to yourself as you click on the direct link provided to learn more about the newest event.

If you’re being completely honest, there’s no real reason you feel so negatively towards the Octavinelle restaurant. You’d merely heard rumors from Ace and Deuce when they practically bet their livelihoods to the housewarden for good exam scores, and you decided to avoid the place on the off chance that you get suckered into another bad deal.

You stare at the screen for a few seconds once the browser finally refreshes before rubbing your eyes with your knuckles.

“No way,” you lean closer to the screen while eyeing it in disbelief.

According to the webpage, the Mostro Lounge is holding a promotion for the next week and a percentage of the profits will be donated to the library. You scroll further down to see if there was any other information provided, stopping when a particular headshot catches your eye.

“No way!” you repeat louder this time, your mouth hanging open from the shock that hits you.

“‘No way’ what? Are you okay?” a familiar voice asks, causing your head to snap up.

You can only shake your head wordlessly as Epel approaches the checkout counter, empty book cart in hand. He pauses, an eyebrow raised as he questions you impatiently, “well, are you going to tell me what’s wrong?”

“T— this… Epel, you—” you manage to stammer out incoherent words as you look back and forth between the screen and your friend, a finger pointed accusingly at him. “Have you made a deal with the Octavinelle housewarden?”

“Who, Azul?” Epel’s face is full of confusion when you mention the man’s name. “Why do you ask?”

You shoot up from your seat and turn the computer screen around, and Epel leans forward to look at whatever it is you keep aggressively tapping at. It’s only then that it crosses his mind that he hadn’t told you about the deal Crowley and Azul had made.

“Oh, right. So, uh… about that,” Epel starts off slowly, a hand rubbing the back of his neck while he tries to keep the guilt from showing on his face. Just like you, Epel has a hard time masking the emotion on his face. “Azul has apparently been complaining that there’s a lack of useful books here during one of the Housewarden Meetings; so the Headmage agreed to allow him to choose our next couple batches as long as he pitches in.”

“What in the Sevens is a ‘useful book’ in his standards?” your eyebrows furrow in frustration, side-eyeing the endless shelves of books you spend every day organizing.

“Books that will help him fulfill his end of his contracts, of course. Probably for potions like the one that he makes for Vil’s skincare,” Epel speaks matter-of-factly before he turns back to the book cart, humming a show tune while strolling away to the storage room behind you.

Leave it to Epel to be so nonchalant about anything and everything.

You close your eyes and take a deep breath to calm your heart that you didn’t realize was racing from adrenaline, your body slowly sinking back down onto the office chair with a short creak.

Meanwhile Azul is on the second floor, leaning against the wooden railing as he observes you curiously. Of course Azul is aware of the reputation he’s built around himself: a man capable of granting any wish, though the price is steep. One should be wary when agreeing to enter a contract with him. With such a reputation, he would have expected you to know who he was as soon as he walked in, but apparently you never knew what he looked like in the first place.

Secretly, he likes that fact: there’s someone who exists who doesn’t merely seek him out for their own needs. Not that you were seeking him out in the first place, which also stings.

Azul, please make up your mind.

Azul smiles to himself as he pushes his body away from the railing, turning to eye the multiple bookshelves around him as an idea comes to mind. Since it didn’t seem that you like to converse with strangers, he’ll have to find another way to befriend you.

And so, half an hour later, he finds himself standing at the checkout counter, a satisfied smile on his face as he glances down at the stack of books in his arms.

“Are you ready to check out?” you ask, a polite tone to your voice, as you look up from the computer.

Your smile falters for just a second when you see Azul standing in front of you, the sight of the Octavinelle symbol filling you with a sense of dread. 

Be nice, y/n, it’s not like it’s his fault you’re going to be working overtime for the next foreseeable future.

You clear your throat before shifting the chair around, your hands stretched out to take the books from Azul. He merely shakes his head and carefully sets the pile down on the counter before leaning side to side to make sure none of the books have shifted.

“Have a good day, y/n. I’ll see you tomorrow,” he lightly taps the top of the book pile with his fingertips, drawing your attention away from him and to the books before he steps out of the library.

You furrow your eyebrows, your lips curved into a frown as you ponder whether or not you’ve told him your name yet. You decide that you must have, it’s just that your memory’s getting worse as you get older. A sigh escapes your lips at the thought, your still outstretched hands pulling the books Azul left behind towards you so you could put them back where they belong.

“He’s definitely not checking these back in; he wasn’t even carrying any books when he came in earlier. But then why would he bring them here if he wasn’t planning on borrowing them?” you think and eye the books curiously, your chin sandwiched between your fingers.

Hello, Sunshine by [redacted] It’s a Beautiful Day by [redacted] Introduction by [redacted] Humans by [redacted] Peach by [redacted] How to Make Friends for Dummies by [redacted]

You furrow your eyebrows while thinking to yourself that Azul has — well, not strange — but definitely an interestingly wide taste in book genres. But the thought quickly goes away when you give the books a second glance, now wondering if the stranger was trying to give you a secret message through… book spines?

“Hey, Epel!” you call out, not moving your gaze away from the books as if they might disappear if you look away.

“What?!” Epel’s muffled voice answers from the storage room.

“Could you come here for a sec?”

You hear the click of a door opening behind you followed by the shuffling of feet as Epel makes his way over to you. You gather the books into your arms before turning in the chair to face Epel.

“Look, look. What’s this?” you nudge the pile towards Epel.

“Uh… books?” Epel crosses his arms before looking down at the items in your arms with an unimpressed look. “Is this some kind of trick question?”

You roll your eyes at his sassy tone and nudge the books even closer, “no, Epel. Someone left these here. Look at the titles.”

“Huh,” Epel huffs, eyes carefully scanning the titles as he's told to. “What about them?”

“I’m not sure. Is this supposed to be a message or what?” you can’t help the impatient tone that creeps into your voice as you drop the books onto your lap.

Epel gently bites his thumb as he ponders it for a bit. Some of the students here did have some unconventional ways of communicating sometimes. That was apparent from the way Rook asked Epel for help with an Alchemy project last month: by sliding a heart-shaped sticky note under his dorm room door at 4 A.M..

“Yeah, it could be,” Epel finally answers you with a shrug. “Why don’t you try giving them a response? The worst-case scenario is you got it wrong.”

And with that suggestion, Epel leaves you alone again; but not before giving you a, what you assume is supposed to be reassuring, pat on the shoulder.

“Maybe I should,” you think as you glance down at the stacks of books once more, a shy smile creeping onto your face.

❥

The next morning, you enter the library with a feeling of anticipation that you haven’t felt in a long time. You spent a good chunk of last night thinking of how to properly respond to Azul’s message: should you use book spines like he did? Or perhaps try a blackout poem?

You decided on the latter but didn’t have the heart to color inside a book or rip out a page. As a compromise, you wrote out a page of Azul’s first book on a separate piece of paper instead. And that paper is currently tucked into the back pocket of your pants, awaiting the right moment for you to pass it along to its intended receiver.

“Good morning, Epel,” you sing-song, almost skipping around the counter to give the man a hug.

“Morn— ah!” Epel yelps when he suddenly finds himself engulfed in your arms and he raises a hand hesitantly to pat your back, “nice to see you too? Someone’s happy this morning.”

“I am, I’m sorry,” you giggle, unwrapping your arms around the man before taking a step back, “can you do me a favor?”

“Depends on what,” Epel hums, his eyes narrowing because he should have known you weren’t being so nice for no reason. He watches as you shove your hands into your back pocket and pull out a piece of light pink paper folded into an origami peach fruit. His eyes cross when you hold it up a bit too close to his face. “What am I supposed to do with this?”

“Could you please give this to the stranger from last night?” you ask quietly while giving your friend your best puppy dog eyes.

He blinks, his gaze shifting between your face and the paper peach in front of him. He purses his lips before reluctantly nodding and snatching the paper out of your hands, “Okay… but I don’t even know who I’m looking for, so why can’t you do it yourself?”

“You know why,” your lips jut out into a pout while Epel shakes his head into his hands. “I can’t be there to look him in the eyes if I was actually wrong!”

“You’re actually hopeless, y/n. Maybe you should be meeting with Vil to work on your confidence.”

“I’ll hard pass on that one.”

“So, what’s he look like?”

“Fair-skinned. Beauty mark on the left side of his chin. Short, wavy grey hair. Oh, and I’m ninety-nine percent sure he’s in Octavinelle.”

Epel peeks up at you from between his fingers, glad that his hands are hiding the shocked look on his face. Surely there’s no way that you’re actually describing Azul Ashengrotto without realizing it.

Speaking of the devil, the entrance to the library swings open and the aforementioned man comes striding in with a certain loud eel following closely behind.

Your body automatically straightens as you shoot daggers at the tall man, “Floyd, please try not to cause a disturbance today — and please leave Riddle alone.”

“Oh? I’m afraid you have the wrong brother,” the man chuckles, fist coming up to his lips as he shoots you a polite smile. “See the way this part of my hair curves to look like a ‘J’? That’s the easiest way to make out that I’m Jade.”

“Oh, Sevens. I’m so sorry,” your face begins to heat up in embarrassment once you take a closer look at the man. “I see you two so often, I can’t believe I’m still making that mistake.”

“No worries at all, it’s a common mistake. Housewarden Riddle will be safe to study in peace today.”

“Wonderful, then our heads are safe for today,” you place your hand on your chest and breathe a sigh of relief.

You then glance at the familiar man standing next to Jade with his hands nervously clenched together in front of him. You flash him a warm smile and a quick “good morning” before excusing yourself to the storage room.

No one within a five-feet radius could miss the way you waved aggressively at Epel as you walked away.

“Right,” Epel drawls once he hears the sound of a door click. He holds out the peach origami unceremoniously, his face screaming boredom when no one moves. “I believe this is for you.”

“My, my, you have great craftsmanship, Epel,” Jade smiles again, leaning in to study the pink paper in the other’s hand.

“I didn’t make it, y/n did. And it’s not for you,” Epel rolls his eyes, shifting his hands towards Azul’s direction.

Azul’s expression is a mixture of surprise and embarrassment. First, surprise from you understanding the message he had conveyed from the books last night. He admittedly had never done something like that before, and didn’t have enough time to go scavenger hunting for the right books.

Second, embarrassment from having been discovered in front of one of the twins. There’s no way this isn’t going to reach Floyd’s ears and he’ll have to mentally prepare himself for a royal tease storm later.

Azul clears his throat and ignores the way Jade’s eyes follow him curiously when he takes a few steps forward to grab the paper from Epel, “thank you for this.”

“I must have missed a couple chapters here,” Jade comments in amusement. “Would you care to share?”

“Absolutely not, Jade.”

❥

It’s not until Azul is in the safety from prying eyes of the V.I.P. room that Azul finally decides to read what you’ve given him.

He picks up the paper peach delicately like it is his mother’s fine china, turning it over and over between his fingers to study your origami work.

It’s a shame I have to ruin this, Azul thinks to himself as he gingerly unfolds your note. He stares at the long thick lines of black drawn on the page, mentally reading the words that were purposely made legible.

[illegible] It’s nice to meet you, [illegible] You have [illegible] a beautiful smile [illegible] I like [illegible] your [illegible] books.

A few more lines of black.

I’m sorry [illegible] It’s a bit awkward, but [illegible] See you soon.

Azul rests his cheek on the palm of his hand, an amused smile appearing on his face as he re-reads your note.

“They’re certainly creative,” he mutters to himself as he follows the creases of the paper to re-fold your origami peach, ideas already popping into his mind as a feeling of anticipation similar to yours bubbles up inside of him.

Thus, begins your unique form of communication with the housewarden.

On the night the promotion is to begin at Mostro Lounge, Azul drops yet another pile of books for you at the checkout counter. His lips are curved up to a rare timid smile as Epel stares at him from his seat, “I assume these aren’t for yourself.”

“Um… no,” Azul rubs the back of his neck, suddenly feeling a bit awkward.

“I’ll make sure y/n gets this,” Epel can’t help but laugh at the expression on Azul’s face as he slides the books closer to himself. “Why do you look like that? I’m not judging you.”

“I know you aren’t!” Azul quickly retorts, his voice rising slightly in defense. “It’s just… I feel a little weird. We’ve never spoken more than a handful of words to each other, but now I'm getting excited to talk to them like this…”

Epel waves his hand in the air dismissively, “trust me: even I’m surprised at how things are unfolding between the two of you.”

“I’m surprised you haven’t told them who I am yet.”

“I’m not doing it for you. I’m just glad y/n’s finally opening up and making new friends,” Epel says plainly before sticking his tongue out at the older man. “No matter how suspicious the new friend could be.”

Before Azul could question him further, Jade appears by his side, whispering into his ear that they will need to return to the lounge soon. Azul reluctantly excuses himself and follows his vice-housewarden back to the Hall of Mirror.

It’s the busiest that you’ve ever seen the library, watching from the safety of the opened door to the storage room as an endless circulation of people come in and out the door. In the crowd, you catch a momentary glimpse of Azul’s warm smile just before he left. The mere sight of it causes butterflies to flutter in your stomach and you tiptoe over to the counter where Epel is situated hoping to catch another glimpse of it.

You immediately hear a soft shuffling sound coming from beneath you and it causes you to look down. There lies yet another stack of books, and you give Epel a questioning glance though his eyes remain glued to the scene in front of him. Did he expect you to put these back? Right now?

When you bend down to grab the books, you almost want to facepalm yourself for being such an idiot. Because there laid yet another message from Azul; this one shorter than the last.

The Sun Says Hello by [redacted] Thank You by [redacted] You Are Beautiful by [redacted] Look Below by [redacted]

Look below? you think before following the instructions and literally looking down, but only seeing your feet. Of course, that’s not it. What about…?

You lift the pile of books off the table, a grin appearing on your face when you see a folded piece of paper where the books once were. You glance over to where you last saw Azul and can’t help but wonder if this is how the characters in romance novels felt; the nervousness of passing each other a new secret message, the anxiety of wondering if they’ve said the right thing, the excitement of awaiting a response, and the exhilaration of the whole process.

You gently pat your warming cheeks with your hands and snap yourself out of your brief thoughts. With a shake of your head, you take the note and make your way back to the storage room before closing the door behind you.

“You need to get out more,” you say aloud to yourself, referring to your ridiculous thoughts of comparing your humdrum life to a romance novel.

You click your tongue in disapproval, your hands busy unfolding Azul’s note to read the contents written inside.

Y/n, I’m sorry if this was too corny. I didn’t want to make you uncomfortable by approaching you directly. Thank you for your response, I really wasn’t expecting it. You guys have so many books here that it’d take a long time for me to find the ones I need to send another book spine message. I mean, not that that’s a bad thing! I hope you don’t mind a good old fashion letter though. Why don’t we share quotes from our favorite books instead? That way I don't have to trouble you and make you put back the books I took. I’m curious to know what kinds of literature you like to read. I’ll go first. “He stepped down, trying not to look long at her, as if she were the sun, yet he saw her, like the sun, even without looking.” Anna Karenina by Leo Tolstoy - Azul Ashengrotto

You feel like your eyes are going to pop out of their sockets from how suddenly they grew wide, “Wha— you mean, like, the Octavinelle Housewarden Azul?!”

❥

A few weeks pass by with more than a handful of letters being exchanged between you and Azul; though, truthfully, you were tempted to stop your correspondence once you were aware of Azul’s identity.

“Eh, why? Did he say something wrong?” Epel had inquired when you came to him for advice once again.

“Well, no, but he did put Ace and Deuce into a predicament, so…”

“They kind of had that coming for opting to cheat instead of just studying like we did.”

“You sound just like Jack.”

“I’ll take that as a compliment. What else?”

“Uh, because of the dang promotion he’s doing, we’re going to be a lot busier than usual.”

“Y/n. We work in a library — located on-campus, might I add. And it’s almost finals season,” Epel looks about ready to throw a book at you so maybe that’ll knock some sense into you.

“Okay… but what if this is just a ploy to get me to sign my livelihood away in some contract?”

“Azul’s a straightforward business man. He definitely wouldn’t be wasting his time like this just for a contract.”

You paused and thought through Epel’s words for a moment. It did make sense: why would Azul be spending his precious free time to entertain you in this way if he could’ve simply approached you with a salesman’s pitch?

You felt guilty for immediately assuming that his intentions were bad. Afterall, your only experience with the man outside of this long exchange was from word of mouth. Not to mention that his restaurant promotion was beneficial to both the library and the students.

“Okay, you may have a good point. Several good points, in fact,” you sigh in defeat.

In the beginning, both you and Azul had to badger Epel to pass along secret letters to the other person; and the requests were almost always followed with a look of utter displeasure.

There was more than one occasion where Epel was tempted to just lock the two of you inside the storage room until you would eventually talk.

Luckily for all three of you, he never had to resort to that.

There eventually came a point when you felt comfortable enough to approach Azul first, and he would always welcome you with a heart-stopping smile; one that would leave your cheeks feeling warm and catch your words in your throat. If the man knew the effect that he had on you, he was certainly gracious enough not to show it.

In his free time, Azul likes to stroll around the library with you. While it’s usually in a comfortable silence, he’ll sometimes ask you to elaborate on things from your last correspondences.

Other times, he’ll ask you to proofread his contracts or ask for your ideas on how he can improve sales at Monstro Lounge — things he usually either did himself or asked for Jade’s assistance. You always tell him that you’re not qualified enough to give him such advice, but he always insists anyway.

Just like that, you learn more about each other and your tastes in literature than you would have with anyone else.

Today Azul arrives at the library just as you’re finishing up your afternoon tasks. You rush over to the checkout counter as soon as you see him come in, the warm, welcoming smile on your face immediately lifting his spirits.

“Hi, Azul! Welcome back,” you call out to the man, waving at him with your free hand while the other is clutching a clipboard full of inventory paperwork.

“Hi, y/n,” Azul’s lips quirk up into his signature sweet smile that doesn’t betray the quick beating of his heart. “How was your day?”

“Tiring… but I kind of like seeing the new faces around here so I don’t mind that trade-off,” you answer, referring to the influx of students scrambling to prepare for finals at every available corner of the building.

“I’m glad that you’re starting to warm up to strangers,” Azul chuckles, his hand reaching out to gently ruffle your hair. You stare up at Azul with widened eyes, and he stares back with his hand slightly trembling; clearly you both are surprised by the affectionate gesture.

Azul suddenly clears his throat, breaking you both out of your momentary trance as he pulls his hand away. Even if he didn’t plan on showing his affection as such, he couldn’t deny that he’s started to develop romantic feelings for you.

That's why he came today, so he could finally ask you something that he’d been delaying for the past week or so.

“So, anyways,” Azul starts, and you can hear the subtle tone of nervousness in his voice.

You watch with furrowed eyebrows as Azul slips a strap of his backpack off his shoulders and unzips the largest pocket. After a few seconds of digging around, Azul finally flourishes a handful of books that he holds out towards you with the spines purposefully facing away.

“What’re these for?” you ask curiously, though you don’t wait for an answer before taking the books from Azul and clutching them to your chest. “Are we going back to book spine messages now?”

“Yeah, I hope you don’t mind,” Azul nods in confirmation before shrugging his backpack strap back on. He presses his lips into a thin line, eyes fixed to the floor beside you and cheeks a rosy tint as he asks, “um… I— I’ll get a reply before I leave today… right?”

“Of course, that’s been our routine for a while now,” you giggle as you find it quite adorable how shy Azul suddenly got, even if you don’t know the reason why yet.

“I’ll be waiting then,” Azul flashes an uncharacteristic half-smile before heading up to his usual writing spot on the second floor.

Although Azul seems to be acting strange today, you think that maybe he’s had a difficult time convincing Floyd to study today and has a headache. You roll your eyes at the thought while shaking your head and mumbling, “I’ll squeeze that eel twice as hard the next time I see him.”

With a loud sigh, you make your way around the checkout counter and plop down onto Epel’s vacant office chair with a familiar loud creak. You wince, bowing your head apologetically at the few people who turned towards the source of the sudden noise that disturbed their peace.

Once their attention is averted back to whatever they were doing before they were so rudely interrupted, you turn your attention back to the books Azul handed you earlier. The last time he gave you something like this was when he asked to start exchanging letters instead; so, you’re curious as to why he suddenly decided to change his method again.

You place the books on the counter in front of you, your clipboard and paperwork long forgotten underneath the stack.

Friday Nights by [redacted] Dinner Recipes by [redacted] Together by [redacted] If You’d Like To by [redacted]

You stare at the books with a dumbfounded expression, not wanting to jump into conclusions about its meaning; but what else could it mean besides Azul Ashengrotto asking you out to dinner this Friday night?

It suddenly makes sense why he was acting kind of shy earlier.

The thought makes you feel warm inside, and you have to hide the wide smile appearing on your face behind your hands.

You don’t want to wait until Azul leaves tonight to give him an answer, and you make up your mind almost right away to tell him your answer verbally — mostly because your brain is not comprehending what’s going on well enough to function properly and think of a creative response to his invitation.

You shake your head while patting your cheeks rather roughly, getting up from your seat carefully to not make any more unwanted noise.

Your feet rush you up the stairs to the second floor before you can talk yourself into chickening out, before you can change your mind, before—

The sight of Azul makes you stop in your tracks, your heart hammering wildly against your chest. Was it from seeing the person that you adore, or was it from the sudden rush of adrenaline? You honestly can’t tell anymore.

Azul is hunched over a short pile of papers — the lack of paper balls around him makes you think that he’s at least got a good start to his studying session — his cheek is resting against his fist as the other hand is busy writing away. His eyebrows are furrowed in utter concentration, so much so that he doesn’t even realize that his glasses are slowly sliding down the bridge of his nose.

You quietly make your way to the chair across the table from the man and settle yourself down onto the wooden material with your eyes still fixed on him. You’re not sure if it’s just the harsh lighting of the library or you weren’t paying attention earlier, but you can see faint dark circles under his eyes.

“Aren’t you sleeping enough?” you mumble, though Azul still doesn’t hear you. Your hand reaches out without you meaning to, your fingertips gently brushing aside the locks of hair that were starting to cover Azul’s eyes.

This finally gathers his attention and the man jolts in surprise, his eyes wide as his head shoots up to see you sitting across from him.

You can’t help but giggle at how adorable Azul looks, pulling your hand back to cover your mouth as you do so, “I’m so sorry. I didn't think you could get so focused in, like, five minutes.”

“Oh— I— yeah, sorry,” the man snaps back to his senses before his hands are spread out to cover whatever he’s written — not that he needed to. You wouldn’t have peeked anyways, and you both know that well enough: you’d never look unless he asked you to. “Did you need something?”

“Huh?” you question before cursing yourself mentally, because just a fleeting look at Azul could make your mind go completely blank. You quickly shake your head before Azul could elaborate, “no, no! I just… I'm saying yes. To your, uh… invitation.”

“My invi— oh,” Azul’s mouth forms a small “o” as he realizes what you’re referring to; and just like the first time you gave him a response, he’s caught by surprise.

To be honest, he was mentally preparing himself for rejection. Lack of self-confidence aside, he wasn’t sure if you felt the same way he did; whereas he ended his letters with quite corny quotes from romance novels, you missed his hints and always ended yours with quotes from novels in any other genre.

“Is that… okay?” you ask hesitantly when Azul doesn’t say anything else. You can feel your entire body starting to feel warm from embarrassment, the thought that you must have misinterpreted his words hitting you like a brick.

“Y—yeah, of course!” Azul answers a bit too quickly, and the more time passes by, the wider his smile gets and the redder his ears turn. “I’m the one who asked, why are you asking if it’s okay to say ‘yes’?”

“I thought I misinterpreted,” you confess after releasing the breath you were anxiously holding in.

Azul chuckles and places his hands on yours before giving them a reassuring squeeze, “I’m sorry, I was caught off guard. But thank you for agreeing to go out with me.”

“I wouldn’t miss it for the world,” your cheeks begin to burn as the cliché phrase leaves your lips. “but um… where are we going? Are you actually going to cook dinner?”

You don’t doubt that the man probably has skills in a kitchen. He owns a restaurant after all, but you’ve never visited before so you’re not sure who actually does all the cooking. Azul merely runs his thumb and index finger across his lips in a zipping motion.

“It’s a surprise!”

❥

The next few days follow in a blur of excitement and expectancy. You’ve tried to ask Azul multiple times for even just a hint of what your plans would be for Friday night, but he stays true to his word of keeping everything a surprise.

So, come Friday, you decide to dress comfortably with a pair of straight leg jeans and an oversized, lilac-toned sweater. It’s simplistic, but when Azul comes to pick you up at the library that night, it seems that the two of you had unintentionally matched — though his sweater is slightly darker in color.

When you first see each other, you point at one-another as if you were the infamous Spider-man meme. Small bursts of laughter leave both of your lips as you decide to make the first move and reach out for his hand.

Without his gloves on, you can feel how clammy Azul’s hand is from nervousness. You don’t mind it very much though, his hand is still very soft and warm and comforting to you. 

“Are you ready?” Azul asks, daring to give your hand the tiniest squeeze.

“Uh, as ready as someone can be when they don’t know where they’re going.”

Azul chuckles as he nods, “okay, fair enough. It’s nowhere bad, I promise. I’m not a serial killer.”

“That sounds exactly like what a serial killer would say in a mystery book, but I’ll trust you.”

“You read way too many crime books,” Azul comments, thinking back to the quotes you’ve written to him in your letters.

“I’d like to say I’ve broadened my horizons just a little bit. Though I never would’ve taken you for such a romantic,” you tease back, smiling sheepishly when the man chokes on his own spit at your words.

“I— uh, I’m most definitely not,” Azul says defensively between coughs, his cheeks reddening though you aren’t sure if it’s because he choked or because he’s actually feeling shy. “It’s just research for my, uh… contract work.”

“Sure, sure. Whatever you say,” you chuckle, rubbing the man’s back with your free hand until he ceases to cough.

The rest of the walk is blanketed in a comfortable silence, your gaze fixed on the fairy lights decorating the exterior of the school buildings. Once the lights have all but disappeared, your initial thought is that the dark hallways really don’t help Azul’s claim of not being a serial killer. If it’s true, then at least your last sight would be of a handsome man.

A few more minutes pass before you finally set foot inside the familiar Hall of Mirrors, Azul slowly guiding you to the mirror that connects to the Octavinelle dorm.

“You’ve never been to the Mostro Lounge before, have you?” Azul asks when he sees you staring apprehensively at the mirror.

“No, I haven’t.”

“It’s my pleasure to accompany you on your first visit then,” Azul smiles with a hand on his chest. “Hopefully, you’ll enjoy your time tonight so you can come visit again in the future.”

“I’m sure I’ll enjoy it since I’m with you, but will the tweels be there tonight? I can only imagine the amount of teasing we’re going to be enduring soon. Not that I mind!” you quickly add before Azul can take that as a sign to cancel.

“Hah, I thought about that too,” Azul mutters, two fingers rubbing circles on his temple as if to fight back an oncoming headache. “But…”

“But?” you tilt your head curiously, prying when Azul refuses to make eye contact with you.

Azul takes a deep breath, mentally willing himself to say possibly the cheesiest thing he’s ever said in his life, “but I don’t mind suffering just a little bit if you’ll be by my side.”

Now it’s your turn to start choking on air. Yeah, he definitely reads way too many romance novels.

❥

When you finally set foot inside the Monstro Lounge, it isn’t quite as busy as you had anticipated it to be. There are just a handful of patrons sitting around, mostly chattering amongst themselves and only momentarily stopping when you and Azul pass by.

It’s peaceful, and you have to wonder why Azul prefers to work in the library as opposed to here. And well, to be fair, it’s only this “slow” tonight due to Azul’s own doing. Ah, the sacrifices on profits he has to make for love.

You place your hand in Azul’s outstretched one after you enter the lounge, shy smiles on both of your faces as you allow him to guide you towards the kitchen. You don’t even notice that Azul hasn’t let go of your hand when you bump into Jade and Floyd.

“Oh, my, what a surprise to see you here, Azul,” Jade calmly says as he bows his head, “and y/n is here too. What a pleasant surprise. Good evening, y/n.”

“Ohhhh? Azul, you didn’t tell us you were bringing over a date tonight,” Floyd grins mischievously, only a second away from springing forward to squeeze you if Jade wasn’t holding on to the back of his shirt. “And it’s the dolphin from the library. Hi, dolphin.”

“H—hello,” you quickly greet the two men, your hand grasping Azul’s tighter in fear of an oncoming squeeze, “I hope we’re not intruding.”

“Not at all. I already told Jade beforehand that we were coming, so we’ll have the place to ourselves in a moment,” Azul answers you, his free hand adjusting the bridge of his glasses. “Please spare me that shocked look, Floyd. You know you’re the last person I would inform of a date.”

“Aw, Azul, you’re a meanie! I wouldn’t have teased you that much, I swear!” Floyd huffs and pouts.

“I can hardly believe that.”

“Now, now, Floyd. Let’s leave the lovebirds alone,” Jade coos, patting his brother on the back before slowly pushing him towards the direction you had just come in from. “Have a wonderful time, y/n. Azul.”

“You’ll be hearing from me later,” Floyd grumbles, pout still very apparent on his face while he reluctantly follows his brother out the door.

With their departure, the kitchen falls eerily silent, safe for the quiet hum of the commercial freezer in the corner. Azul silently lets go of your hand and dares to place a hand on the small of your back instead as he guides you deeper inside.

You’re not surprised by how impeccably clean the kitchen seems to be, surely Azul checks in often to ensure that everything is up to his standards and beyond. But what you are surprised by is the sight that greets you when Azul finally opens a door at the very back of the kitchen.

You’re greeted by the afternoon sunlight streaming through a window that doesn’t seem to belong in an underwater dorm. But there’s no way that you could be hallucinating the sight in front of you.

In the middle of the room is a long, wooden farm table with about four mismatched wooden chairs encompassing it; the wide window sill you saw first is showcasing several small pots that are homes to what you assume to be herbs and vegetables.

Azul notices your awe-filled gaze and retracts his hand, allowing you to roam around the room freely while he heads back to the kitchen to check on tonight’s dinner — courtesy of Jade. The acoustic in the room allows for your voice to be heard loud and clear though you’re technically in separate rooms.

“I didn’t know that they have rooms like this in the Coral Sea,” you say aloud, the tone of your voice conveying that your statement is serious.

“We definitely don’t,” you hear distant Azul’s chuckle and you can mentally picture the kind of smile the man has on his face at the moment. “That room is typically used as storage, but I borrowed a magic projector from Vil a while ago to make it look more home-y for you.”

“It certainly does look like home…” you say to yourself as you slowly take in your surroundings more carefully.

You’re not sure how Azul would know it himself as you’ve never talked to him about it before, but the setting before you — brought by a magic projector or not — does remind you of the dining room from back home. It’s been so long since you’d last seen it that you’d almost forgotten what it looked like.

It’s a kind gesture that brings tears of joy and nostalgia to your eyes.

“Thank you, Azul, this is really thoughtful of you. I don’t have anything to give you in return right now, but… what is it that you wish for, Azul?” you’ve made your way towards the kitchen by now, your shoulder leaning against the doorway as you gaze at the man with a look filled with curiosity.

Azul glances over his shoulders to look at you, his lips curving up into a soft smile as he shrugs, “if I tell you my wish, then it won’t come true.”

You fold your arms and hum in response, “okay, fair enough. I thought you were going to say ‘world domination’.”

“That’s such a plain wish, but I bet younger me would’ve wished for something just like that,” Azul laughs aloud at himself before shaking his head, “I think nowadays my wish is to be more confident in myself and my own abilities.”

You nod in understanding as you recall the brief stories he would share of his childhood. It seems that Azul has gone through so much in a short amount of time, but he’s also changed so much since then.

You walk over to the man and place your hand above his own, the steam from your dinner eventually warming your hand and dampening them as well.

“I think you’re doing a wonderful job right now, and I’m very proud of you,” you smile fondly at Azul, causing his eyes to widen in surprise and his chest to tighten as if he may burst into tears at any moment now.

“T—thank you…” it’s the first time someone has said anything like that to him before, and he’s not sure how he should respond. Right now, he’s only focused on making sure his face isn’t turning as red as Riddle’s.

“Of course! I’ll remind you of that as often as you’d like!”

Just as quickly as his expression changed before, Azul’s face brightens up once more at your response. He turns on his heels, his arms balancing a variety of plates packed with food. You reach out to help alleviate the burden on his arms, but he moves his arms away from your reach before leaning down to get to eye level with you.

“Then I have even more of a reason to be grateful, right? We got to meet each other, and my wishful thinking… may not be such after all.”

Your features crease into a look of confusion at the man’s unexpected words, but when you gaze into his dark grey orbs you can see the sincerity in them.

Unknowingly, the space between your faces starts to become smaller and smaller. Azul’s gaze shifts between your eyes, then your lips, then back up again. But before anything can happen, as if the universe is playing a joke on you, a plate in Azul’s arm shifts ever so slightly and causes the two of you to jump apart.

A rather awkward laugh makes its way past your lips and you hurriedly reach out to grab a few plates from Azul’s arms before he can protest. You don’t say a single word as you set the plates down onto the farm table, your mind too busy screaming a million incoherent thoughts, and Azul follows suit.

“I’m so sorry,” Azul is the first to break the silence once you’ve taken a seat diagonal to each other, on either side of a table corner.

“What? Don’t be sorry,” you shake your head while simultaneously waving your hands. Your fingers slowly curve into loose fists that you rest atop your lap, the small smile on your face mirroring Azul’s own.

“Do you… know why I asked you out tonight?” Azul hesitantly asks, a quiet sigh leaving his lips when you shake your head ‘no’. “Well, it’s just that I realized that we’ve spent most of our time together in the library— well, in fact, I have never seen you outside of the library. It finally occurred to me that I might be making you feel like you don’t matter outside of that space. Which you do!”

“I don’t feel that way though…” you try to reassure him, but it seems like your words only enter one ear and exit the other as he continues to speak.

“I’ve truly enjoyed exchanging all those letters with you and being able to connect through our shared love for books. But, if you don’t mind, I’d like to start seeing you outside of that too.”

It doesn’t take you long to process the situation and, to your utmost surprise, your heart isn’t hammering in your chest like you think it should. Instead your entire body feels comfortably warm and you have the overwhelming urge to embrace Azul.

At this point, you’ve garnered enough courage to do just that.

You stand up and quickly make your way over to him, your arms immediately wrapping themselves around Azul’s shoulders while your face hides in the crook of his neck. It takes a moment for him to respond, but Azul’s arms eventually find their place around your waist to press your body firmly against his.

“You’re such an idiot, Azul,” you mutter after what feels like an eternity has passed.

Your words cause the man’s lower lip to jut out into a pout, and he leans back ever so slightly so he can look at your face; you almost whine when the warmth of Azul’s body leaves you.

“Why am I an idiot?” Azul inquires, a hand moving to tuck loose strands of hair behind your ear.

“Because… if I really felt that way then I never would have kept reciprocating for so long. It doesn’t matter if we spent all that time in one place because it never got boring or tiring with you around,” you pause to flash a fond smile at Azul. “And even now, I’m having the time of my life just being here in your presence. Is that too corny to say? It’s the truth though.”

Azul chuckles in amusement while shaking his head, “it’s not corny. I think.”

It’s the first time that you’ve been so straightforward without getting flustered, and he’s not sure where your sudden courage came from.

Not that he’s complaining about it though.

When you two first met, you could barely hold a conversation with him for more than a minute. While he did feel a pang of disappointment every time, he never took it personally — especially not after seeing you interact with other students in a similar manner.

You caught him off guard when you finally approached him first, weeks after your first correspondences, though your cheeks were permanently warm while you tried your best to converse with him.

He found you adorable, like a newborn seal pup being introduced to the world for the first time.

Azul has always enjoyed your company since the beginning, whereas he’d prefer to be left alone to work in the past. But then he found himself going back to the library time and time again, until it became a regular occurrence.

He admittedly never got a lot of studying done when he was at the library — at least, not at the times when he accompanied you on your daily runs to shelve book returns.

Azul’s still not sure when his feelings developed beyond those of curiosity and friendship.

Perhaps it was when you could finally meet his eyes and hold contact, allowing him to gaze deep into your eyes that always seemed to sparkle with light and joy.

Or perhaps it was when he told you a dad joke so bad that it actually made you burst into a fit of giggles that left you breathless — the mere sight of you smiling gleefully tugging at his heartstrings in the best way.

Regardless of the when, where, why, and how’s, Azul is certain of his feelings for you.

“I wonder if this is how Benedick and Beatrice felt when they finally agreed to marry,” you comment, breaking through Azul’s thoughts.

Azul nearly snorts at your remark, “B—Benedick and Beatrice? You mean the ones from “Much Ado About Nothing”?”

“Yeah… why?”

The man laughs after your confirmation, your cheeks being partially squished between his palms as he brings your faces closer together until the tips of your noses are almost touching, “no offense — I adore that beautiful mind of yours — but I don’t think those two exactly exude the idea of ‘wholesome’.”

“But think of the relief they must’ve felt after they didn’t have to pretend they didn’t love each other anymore.”

“So, you love me?” Azul quirks an eyebrow up challengingly.

“Wh— you’re taking that too literally,” you grumble with a fist hitting the man’s chest gently, though the way you avoid his eyes and your cheeks are flushed tells him that he may be somewhere on the right path.

“Then… do you like me?” Azul inquires, and you can see the mischievous glint in his eyes when you finally meet them.

“Do we really have to say that out loud after we already did our monologues?”

“I want to hear it from you. Please.”

You swallow the small lump in your throat, though that’s the only sign of nervousness in your entire body.

You find it fascinating how quickly your body’s reactions change whenever Azul is around. There’s a sense of nerves and shyness when you’re in the midst of new experiences, but it just as quickly changes to feelings of calmness because the man brings you such a sense of comfort you never expected.

Just like how the lump in your throat dissipates and leaves you to gaze at Azul with complete fondness.

There’s not a moment of hesitation before your whispered confession of “I truly like you, Azul Ashengrotto.” hangs in the air.

Just those simple words of affirmation make Azul’s entire face light up, the sight of his bright smile making you feel like you were standing in the middle of a field and soaking in the warm summer sunlight.

“And I like you, y/n.”

Your bodies act as if on muscle memory, Azul’s face tilting ever so slightly while your eyes flutter shut. You’re not sure who closes the distance first. Perhaps it was both of you moving simultaneously, but your lips eventually meet in a fleeting and gentle kiss.

There were no fireworks igniting behind your eyelids like they’d described in the countless books you’ve read, but it still leaves you feeling lightheaded. Like you’re melting into Azul’s arms. Like there’s only the two of you alone in this vast world.

When you pull apart, the two of you giggle like schoolgirls but the action isn’t fueled by feelings of awkwardness or nervousness. You both gaze at each other with eyes full of admiration and budding feelings of love, the feelings that were hidden before from fear of being rejected finally bubbling up to the surface.

You’ve long forgotten about the now-cold plates of food sitting in front of you; opting to spend the rest of the night exchanging even more gentle kisses and whispered sweet nothings.

❥

The dynamics of your relationship with Azul hardly changed after you confirmed your feelings for one-another, and you truly feel grateful that there was no pressure on you to act differently.

Of course, now there were a lot more lingering touches, your fingers almost always intertwined if there was nothing to keep them busy. You’d even sneak brief kisses behind the cover of bookshelves when you thought no one was looking.

Even if neither of you were a fan of P.D.A., you made an exception for each other. 

Nothing was made official between the two of you after that fateful night, as Azul opted to wait another half a year before asking you to be his partner.

You didn’t mind his decision to take things slow. You both wanted to make sure that your feelings for each other weren’t just illusions brought forth by letters on paper — though you knew that wasn’t the case anyways.

When he felt that the time was right, Azul asked the question in the best way that he knew how to: through book spines. Though unlike how he’d asked you on your “first date,” Azul didn’t shy away after dropping the books off.

He’d waited patiently for you to have some time to spare for him, his chin resting atop his folded arms at the checkout counter as he watched you help patron after patron check out books.

“I have something for you,” Azul could hardly contain his excitement when you finally turned to him and let him know you were free.

“What is it?”

You felt a sense of déjà vu watching Azul dig into his backpack and pull out a stack of books. He placed them down on the counter with the book spines facing you, and you’d half-expected him to walk away like before.

But he stayed there; his eyes curved into double rainbows coupled with a sweet smile, and his hands trembling ever so slightly in nervousness.

Will by [redacted] You by [redacted] Bees by [redacted] Mine by [redacted]

You had to hold back the squeal that was threatening to escape your larynx when you finally looked away from Azul long enough to read his message. Your mind already went over the fact that Azul had to substitute the word “be” with “bees” and you nodded so hard Azul thought your head might fly off.

Now it’s been exactly a year since you two made your relationship official. In the year you’ve spent as a couple — and even before then — you’d fallen into a pleasant routine.

During the weekdays, while you’re working at the library, Azul would be studying in his usual spot in the corner of the second story. After some time, he’d suspiciously stopped asking you to proofread his work.

Every Friday night, he would try out new dinner recipes and you would be in charge of baking dessert — and you wonder how his kitchen has managed to stay so spotless after all this time.

Sometimes you would invite Epel, Ace, and Deuce to come over too, and the first time your friends agreed to come, they were appalled by how sweet you and Azul were; but they secretly loved seeing you genuinely happy in this strange new world.

Saturday’s were reserved for the show-and-tell of Azul’s enormous coin collection, with the latter recalling stories of when he found them on solo adventures in the Coral Sea. When you asked why he had so many, Azul explained that they help with his memory and it’s exciting to learn of the history behind especially old coins. You can’t argue with him there.

Sunday’s are for those who may say that your relationship seems too mundane. You both agreed to do something new during this day, may it be something as small as feeding ducks near the pond or as adventure packed as tagging along with Jade on his strolls in the mountains.

Either way, you always ended the day cuddling up next to each other in Azul’s bedroom.

The collections of books in this world are endless, and you’ve made it a habit to take turns reading aloud to each other until you both fell asleep late into the night.

But this Sunday, the exact day of your one-year anniversary with Azul, the man had asked if you could stay at home. Your homebody-self answered “yes” without hesitation.

It’s already nightfall by the time you find yourselves stuffed with dinner and cake and situated under the wooden pergola illuminated by Vil’s borrowed magic projector. Your comfortable silence is accompanied by the soothing chirping of crickets and a night sky sprinkled with the brightest stars.

“Happy anniversary, angel,” Azul says with a warm smile before bringing your hands up to press tender kisses along your knuckles.

“Angel”: it’s a hypocorism that Azul has grown fond of calling you by. When he first started to call you as such, you found it amusing because it’s a name that better suits him.

“Happy anniversary, darling,” your smile mirrors Azul’s own, a quiet giggle escaping your lips when his lips tickle your skin.

It’s a wonder that time has passed so quickly.

It felt like just yesterday you saw Azul entering the library, with not a single clue as to who he was — and now here you are, more than positive that you’re in love with the man sitting in front of you.

“I love you”: it’s a sentence that has remained unspoken between the two of you. Not because you don’t love each other, because even a jellyfish could see that you do, but because neither of you ever felt the need to verbalize those feelings.

Until now.

“Azul,” you call out, waiting until he glances up and hums in response. “I love you.”

A minute of silence follows, then two, then three, and as more time passes on, you can feel a sense of panic growing stronger in the pit of your stomach.

Had you thought wrong? Did you just jump the gun when Azul didn’t feel as strongly for you as you did for him?

“I have something for you,” Azul’s soothing voice cuts through your anxious thoughts.

You try to ignore the pang of disappointment that accompanies your panic.

He didn’t say it back.

“What is it?” you ask, your voice sounding weak.

“Close your eyes.”

You do as you’re told, keeping your eyes closed as Azul lets go of your hands. You can hear him rummaging around for something, and you have to wonder what it could be.

Your eyes only open again when Azul gives you the okay to.

Azul places what appears to be a manuscript atop your lap, and you look at him with a puzzled expression on your face as you pick the bundle of papers up, ”what is this?”

“I didn’t tell you this before because I was too embarrassed, but I decided to try writing a book of my own,” Azul chuckles, one hand rubbing the back of his neck. “I’m getting close to done. I just wanted you to see it first, even though I know you hate spoilers.”

“I absolutely do,” you declare as you roll your eyes in a playful manner.

“I know, I know, but…” Azul bites on his lower lip, his voice trailing off as he contemplates how to word his next sentence. “I’m better at writing out my feelings than I am verbally expressing it, and I’ve included it here. I’d love for you to read it first before the rest of the world.”

“I think you’re better at expressing your feelings aloud than you think you are, darling.”

You can’t deny that you feel honored to have Azul regard you highly enough to have you be the first to read his nearly completed work. Sure, you’ve spent hours proofreading essays and the like before, but this felt different.

Azul’s hands are clasped together tightly enough to make his skin appear a few shades lighter, anxiety coursing through his body as he watches you flip to the first page of the manuscript where the dedication page is. He’s not sure why he feels that way when he knows exactly how you feel about him.

Your eyes and mind slowly take in the words written on the page.

Were you suddenly hallucinating sweet words onto paper? A quick glance up at Azul tells you no.

His written feelings bring tears of happiness to the corners of your eyes, and it takes all your willpower to not throw your arms around the man and kiss him right then and there.

To my muse, my angel, my wonderful y/n, You know what people say about meeting your soulmate? It feels like you’re at home the moment you meet them. I think they’re right, because while the sight of your beautiful smile makes my heart race, you also make me feel safe and comfortable. It’s like one look from you lifts the weight of the world off my shoulders, like there’s absolutely nothing for me to worry about. Without you, I would never have experienced things and feelings that I thought were only possible in books. It’s with our fond memories in mind that I write this book. Thank you. Thank you for choosing to spend your days with me. Thank you for being a beacon of support during the times I was clouded with self-doubt and during the times I wasn’t. I love you. “Yours is the light by which my spirit’s born: you are my sun, my moon, and all my stars.” - E.E. Cummings

#twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland x reader #twst #twst x reader #twisted wonderland oneshot #twisted wonderland reactions #twisted wonderland imagines #azul ashengrotto #azul x y/n #azul x reader

[finniestoncrane]

I was thinking, most of the riddlers might enjoy being manhandled by a vigilante s/o or crush because they're so touch starved but what about daddy oz? I don't see many (or any) fics about about him getting manhandled (maybe cause he's a unit of a man)

Do you think maybe he'd like to get roughed up a little by a vigilante he has a crush on? (maybe pushed onto the floor and straddled 👀 holding his wrist above his head)

Manhandled

Farrell!Penguin x GN!Reader, word count: 1k lmao yeah i think if you smacked a riddler on the cheek for being a pain in the ass they'd definitely cream so i get this! so get ready for some flustered, embarrassed and very aroused ozzie getting his ass handed to him 💜🐧 request info • prompt list • send me a request • kofi • masterlist minors DNI!! 🔞 cw for nsfw stuff: grinding, violence, some punches, suggestive

It was time to stop being soft with Oswald Cobblepot. It never worked. The man was charming, almost intolerably so. Any efforts you made to reason with him, to find out some insider information, or to catch him in a web of his own making, always ended with a wink. Leaving with nothing new, nothing worthy, and red, flushed cheeks.

And despite your silly little crush, you were finding it easy to stay focused as you hid in the ceiling above his office. You kept your mind on the task at hand, reminding yourself that you were capable of this, of taking him down. Because he deserved it. Not so much because he was a bad guy doing the usual bad guy things, more so because you were hurt.

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Everyone had been insistent that he had a thing for you, that he liked you, and to use that to your advantage. Sure it was annoying that he flirted constantly and left you confused and turned around usually, but eventually, he might work up to asking you on a date if you just kept yourself looking gooey-eyed anytime you approached him for some intel. But the longer you spent hanging around his associates, listening in to his conversations, bugging his office with microphones and cameras, you realised that you weren’t special.

Oswald Cobblepot was just like that with everyone. Flirty, charming, complimentary. There wasn’t a single person who went into his office, or even walked by him, who didn’t get a “how you doin’, sweetheart” or a wink. But as damaging as that revelation had been to your ego, it had done wonders for your ability to push past that soft spot you had for him. Now you could use your hurt to access the rage you held for thinking you were special. And you intended to use that to your advantage.

As soon as the door was closed, you were down and charging to him, taking him by complete surprise as you slammed your first up into his jaw. With a deep groan, he clutched at his face, silently, as though he were trying not to alert his goons, determined to sort out this little problem on his own. That was one of his weaknesses. His ego, his self-image. And you knew he couldn’t handle you by himself, evidenced by the fact that he was so busy focusing on the pain of his chin that he missed your next blow to his stomach.

Once he was hunched over in two, clutching at his gut, groaning softly in pain, a sound that was tugging at the remaining sympathy within you, you knew you could end the ambush. A few more hits at each other as you struggled, but you had him, knocking him backwards and landing on top of him on the floor. With your body planted firmly at his hips, legs on either side of him, you grabbed at the flailing hands that tried to strike you, pinning them above his head.

In the silence, finally still, you both panted heavily after the struggle. And only as he regained his focus, finally able to take in the surroundings, eyes adjusting to the dim light, did he recognise you.

“Oh, kid! It’s you! What’s the deal, huh?”

“Don’t ‘kid’ me, Oswald.”

“What are you talkin’ about? We don’t operate like this, you and I we got a thing going, no?”

“I’ve had it with our thing. I’m here to do my job.”

Realising you weren’t about to let up, he began struggling again. But you were steadfast, solidly pressed to him, and you adjusted yourself lower down his body to be able to better control his legs.

“You’re stronger than you look, sweetheart. Now, you think you could get off me, eh? Let an old man up off the floor? We can talk like adults?”

“Give me some credit, Oz. You can’t think I’m that stupid.”

“No, I just need you to move yourself even, shift back up a little bit, I’m beggin’ ya.”

“So you can kick out and escape, think again, Ozzie. You know, I thought you thought better of me but evidently you-”

As you shuffled further down, your body came to rest on the reason he was so desperate to have you off him. A distinct tenting in his pinstripe suit trousers, bulge pressed against you, impressive… and flattering.

“Listen, I’m sorry, sweetheart, I tried to get you offa me.”

“You like violence or something?”

“Or something…”

You stared down at him, lifting his wrists a little and thumping them back down, wriggling your body against his cock, watching his face contort in pleasure and disdain, embarrassment.

“Ah, alright, alright! I like…”

Waiting, you held your breath.

“I like you, kid. Now come on, what is this, middle school?”

He made a concerted but fruitless effort to shove you, but you pressed down on him harder, your chests stuck together as you lowered onto him, hands tighter on his wrists, nose almost to his as he stared up at you, flustered, cheeks red, sweat beading on his forehead. You were right all along, it seemed. There was something different between the two of you and you had managed to cajole it out of him, all it had taken was some brute force. And you were definitely not about to let the opportunity go to waste.

“Look, kid, I’ll do whatever you want, ok? I’ll tell you whatever you want to know, but you gotta stop tormentin’ me like this. How ‘bout every time I tell you something you loosen this grip a bit, huh?”

With a wide grin on your lips, you leaned in closer, forehead to his. He swallowed his nerves audibly, his chest heaving under you as his breath shuddered.

“I think I might be able to think of a better reward system, Oswald.”

Before he could get the words out, you had your lips on his, unable to control yourself any longer.

#i was gonna call it ambush but then i kept thinking about yj!eddie lmao #finnie writes #penguin x you #oswald cobblepot #the penguin #batman fanfic #the batman 2022 #colin farrell penguin #oswald cobblepot x reader #oswald cobblepot x you

[akashicpoint]

I know a lot of people like Sylvia (for many reasons, I find her to be a very complex character) but I still can’t get over the fact that in NMH 3 it’s mentioned that her daughter Jeanne appears in vlogs/streams with her. I find having your kids in videos like that to be kind of exploitative and knowing that Sylvia does that canonically rubs me the wrong way. Not surprising (and very in character) but I also think it’s another aspect that doesn’t get talked about.

I know, the video game series that is about the cycle of violence/exploitation has exploitative themes—who would have thought ((lmao)). Anyway sorry for these fucking novels in your inbox I’m off my meds and have lots of thoughts on NMH

Oh yea, I don't think Travis or Sylvia were fit to be parents, more so on Sylvia's end than Travis though LMAO. Jeane is a whole ass vtuber when you talk to her in tsa 😭. Of course, they probably did the whole thing as a joke, but yeah it definitely shows that they are not getting the world's best parent mug anytime soon. I also think Sylvia is just exploitive by nature, she'll always find a way to gain something from any situation she's in. It's probably just how she was raised (or at least what I assume). That's also probably why Jeane and Hunter follow the family line of being assassins. It's like a family vlogger but UAA style. It's also probably just in their nature but there are several ways to look at it LOL.

Still love Sylvia tho. (Personally, the kid's thing felt like one of those weird moments where they make the girl have some kids at the end because what else would they be doing sorta deal. Or she did it on purpose to start her family vlog.)

#My girls gotta make that MONEY #Also don't be sorry! I love hearing what people think about NMH!! #dom.txt

[b1rds3ye]

Hello! I hope this doesn't sound mean, but are you going to be writing anything other than the masked reader? I really love your work, and I'm curious to see if you are brewing anything new! Sorry once again if this came off as rude!

THANK YOUUU it’s not rude at all and I’m so happy people are interested in my plans and work!! Just cause I’m busy these days (and like 80% of my requests are masked reader skdjskd) I love writing a little blurb about it when I have the time!! I am ALWAYS happy to ramble about what’s brewing in my mind 😌

My most solidified project that's rotating in my brain like a microwave is a Graves x Reader Series!! I’ve been thinking about this one all the way back since JULY 😭😭 I’m hoping for it to have it all, romance, drama, action, (betrayal because Graves is an ass LMAO), and it’s canon compliant 👀

I’m hoping to expand my recent Valeria one shot into a bigger series!! It’s a more drama/action oriented sorta vibe (I want people to read it like cutscenes straight from the games does that even make sense ACK- (this also goes for the Graves series LOL))

I am still lamenting over the lack of Sebastian Krueger content and I hope to contribute my own fic down the line but I’m struggling to get a gauge on him so this one ain’t happening anytime soon aRGH- (this also expands to a lot of other PVP operators in COD cause they all deserve their spotlight like König 😤😤😤)

Really want to contribute to Fall4Rudy when it comes out in a few days because that boy needs LOVE!! (But I have an essay worth 40% of my grade during that so we’ll have to see 😭😭)

I’d like to “remaster” my old Nikto fic. While I’m happy with its overall direction I feel like I could try to just give some moments in it a bit more oomf 😌

There’s also a few of requests that aren’t masked reader that I hope to get to! But yeah, unless a different request comes round (you’re very welcome to drop by my inbox again anon 😉) or I miraculously get another idea this post is probably all my plans for 2023 🤭

#cod x reader #/*avery checks the mailbox*/ #anon mail ❤️