#&& give the sun a head start; ooc

[kyberled]

[saeamy]

OWL (OUR SON)

itoshi rin x reader

summary ۫ ꣑ৎ you're waiting for rin to return from blue lock, but something is missing from his room content: fluff! probably ooc! rin wc: 997 a/n: this is a draft from like 2 years ago that i kinda tried fixing up as best i could lol. this was like my first time writing so i hope you enjoy ^^ also didn't know what to name this...

giving gifts to rin wasn’t just hard. it was a whole mission.

but for his last birthday, you felt like you really came through with his gift. you had spent hours making sure it was absolutely perfect, no flaws or miscounted rows. a crocheted owl plushie. rin’s birthday embroidered on the bottom of the foot, and you made an additional cute scarf and sun hat for the owl, with both yours and rin’s initials.

when you first gave it to him, he had just stared at it for a few seconds, before letting a small smile make its way to his face. and from then on, the owl was always lying somewhere in his room, whether it be on his desk or on his bed. 

you even noticed how rin would change the owl’s clothes depending on the weather and season, but you’d never tell him, he’d just roll his eyes and deny it. 

but now, you were sat on his bed, scrolling through your phone while you waited for rin to return from blue lock. his mum loved you, and let you in, treating you as if you were a daughter. it’s been around 3 months since you last saw rin properly, only communicating with him on texts and short calls when it was allowed. 

you had seen him play against the japan u20, and the way you had tried your best to comfort him after his face-off with sae. 

you glance at the time, and get up to stretch your legs a bit. he should be here soon. you couldn’t wait to see him properly, talk to him without any distractions. your eyes flit around the room as you pop your back, and you see something out of place. or rather, a lack of something.

everything was as it should be. his shelves full of trophies that he had earned, a picture of sae and him (yes, he put it back up) and a picture of you and rin from your second date. 

but the owl was missing. it wasn’t on the bed when you had sat down, or on his desk. neither was it on the shelves next to his trophies. you didn’t want to jump to any conclusions, but your heart clenched a bit. 

maybe he didn’t like it that much, and only kept it around to keep you happy. did he throw it away, was it too childish for him? but you swore rin’s eyes had lit up when you had first presented your little project, all bundled up in a basket alongside some other small gifts! 

but you didn’t have much time to think about it when you heard a familiar voice speaking to ms itoshi in the kitchen. 

footsteps padded towards you, and the door opens to reveal your boyfriend, standing with his duffel bag slung over his shoulder.

“rin! you’re home!” 

you quickly move to wrap your hands around his neck, squeezing him tightly. rin’s hands fall around your waist, his head dropping onto your shoulder, his dark hair tickling your neck. “i’m back,” he mutters gently.

you both pull away, and he sets his bag down, but you promptly reach out to grab it. 

“i’ll unpack it real quick, so you won’t have to do it later!” 

rin just nods, completely forgetting what was in his bag. you start taking out his clothes while he flops down on the bed, thankful for the peace provided away from his teammates at blue lock. “rin?”

rin can already hear the grin in your voice, and he sits back up, raising a suspicious brow. “mhm?” 

he looks at you, and sees your wide smile. while unpacking, you found his owl, bundled between some of his clothes, and rin’s ears quickly flush pink as he realises what you’re getting at. “you took it with you?” 

rin groans, burying his face between his knees, but he hears the smugness and elation in the question you already knew the answer to. rin didn’t get rid of it after all, he had literally taken the owl you made him for the entirety of the 3 months he was at blue lock. 

“you missed me that much?” 

now you were stretching it. he rolls his eyes, trying to keep his cool demeanour up, despite failing miserably. the red flush from his ears was slowly making its way down to his neck. “don’t let it get to your head. i just needed…” 

needed what? something to remind him of you when you couldn’t talk? but he’d never admit that to you. not that rin needed to. you already knew, but you like to tease him and watch him get flustered. “whatever, he probably just accidentally landed in the bag while i was packing.” 

rin raises his head to look at you, and he groans when he notices your wide eyes. “what now?” 

you snicker, not bothering to hold any of your chuckles to yourself. “so he’s a he now? does he have a name too, rinnie? it would be shame to leave our son nameless now would it?”

rin was sure that if you were to touch anywhere on his body, you’d feel the way he burned like he was running a 39.5 degree fever. he just grabs your wrist and yanks you up from where you were kneeling next to his bag. 

“just shut up.” he grumbles like an angry kitten, and shifts your bodies so that you’re both laying down, his face buried in your back so you can’t see the expression on him. you can feel the warmth emanating from his flushed face and you just hum contently. “i’m really glad you liked your gift rin. it makes me really happy.” 

he clicks his tongue. “i’d like anything you give me, stupid.”

and your eyelids flutter closed, happy to be back in your boyfriend’s arms again, even if just temporarily, rin will always carry something from you with him, whatever it may be. 

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[apiciuscats]

— YOU'RE A... CAT?! | Sakamoto Days

🐾 SUMMARY — After an experiment gone wrong, you've magically transformed into a cat! How does your partner react..?

🐾 CHARACTERS — Shin Asakura, Nagumo Yoichi, Uzuki Kei, Gaku, Heisuke Mashimo, Natsuki Seba, Osaragi [separate]

CONTENT & NOTES — Established relationships, probably OOC characters, comedy and fluff, very very mild depictions of fighting [just in case !]. This is my first fic ever on tumblr, and my first official fanfic I ever shared online. I don't write often so keep that in mind before interacting or judging! I'm so nervous posting this. Any advice is appreciated 🥺

WC — 2.2k total. 200-300 per character.

SHIN ASAKURA —

Shin is not used to the change at all. His first thought is prioritizing getting you back. But looking at you now, sleeping in the sun, he starts to wonder if that’s what you really want. Your thoughts are stranger now, harder to read. Sometimes they only appear as images, and the voice in your mind is much quieter. 

Lu is not alarmed at the change at all. In fact, she takes the opportunity to chase you around, trying to pet you or hold you. Shin chastises her to be more careful. She doesn’t offer any good advice on how to turn you back, either, and tries to get you to drink alcohol. Good thing you're still a human inside, or else that could have gone badly. He finds Sakamoto next, but he’s just as useless, only patting your head in silence.

While he’s at the counter focused on thinking, you jump next to him. He looks at your eyes. They’re the exact same colour as when you’re a human. He has to admit you turned into a very cute cat. He looks at you.

”Meow.”

He doesn’t get what you want, but he eventually reaches forward to pet you. 

You leave fur all over him when you lie on his lap. He misses talking to you on breaks, but you still accompany him, tail swaying leisurely and letting Hana pet you, or playing with Piisuke when Heisuke comes by. You seem completely.. unbothered, at least for the time being. He takes a deep breath and tells himself to relax. 

Admittedly he gets worried when he loses sight of you for the first time. He knows typical cats need their sleep and alone time, but he frets that perhaps some assassin took you. Why would an assassin take a cat in the first place, he doesn’t know, but he can’t help but worry anyway. He gets so relieved when he just finds you sleeping or hiding somewhere in the shop or returning from a walk with the Sakamotos. 

Rating: 8/10. He plays with you and gets you back to human form quickly, and you get lots of attention from the employees of the store. 

YOICHI NAGUMO —

He finds the temporary change so cute! You could be stressing out about it and he wouldn’t even care. Loves randomly picking you up and taking you along his merry way or assaulting you with pets. You know the videos where the owner pets their cats more aggressively each time? That’d 100% be him. He just likes teasing you too much!

He buys you all types of cat toys to see if you’re interested in them. Maybe some feline instinct. He waves it in front of you while you’re trying to nap. You don’t seem to be reacting. In fact, you’re rather annoyed at him. But your hissing doesn’t seem to drive him off. But as he places the plastic mouse closer to you, that’s when you strike! You promptly severe the string and fruitlessly throw the mouse at him. Alright, no toys it is. 

Canonically rich. Buys you a lot of luxury cat food. You seem hesitant eating it, so he buys you food both humans and cats can ingest and handfeeds you. Even if he’s a menace, he still wants to make sure you’re healthy and have a full belly to sleep with. 

He knows he eventually has to find a way to revert you to human form again. He busies himself with that when you’re sleeping. For the time being, when you’re awake, he wants to enjoy the time harassing his cute cat partner. 

He certainly doesn’t trust giving you to any of the Order members. Nor does he think any of them would agree to catsit in the first place. If he’s too busy, he opts to drop you off at Sakamoto’s Store, where Hana is more than elated to give you pets. Returns and sneaks up on you [if even he can surpass your now heightened cat senses] and picks you up, ignoring your irritated meows. The best way to get back at him is to scratch his clothing. 

Rating: 6/10. He gets you good food and makes sure you’re alright, but his relentless petting and teasing will drive you up the wall. 

UZUKI KEI —

The predicament is awkward for him. Kashima might know a way to get you back to human form, he thinks, and tries to prioritize that first.

He doesn’t want you to follow him around on his organization business. Sure, the chances of an enemy targeting a cat is slim to none, but there’s a chance for falling debris, or an accidental slash—… and the sight of him with a cute cat following him really diminishes the cold, calculating killer thing he has going on. 

For the time being, he leaves you with Haruma or Kumanomi, who is equally puzzled at the predicament but more than happy to follow his orders or have a cat companion for the day. Gaku seems like the type of person to forget you were there and abandon you, so she’s the only one to trust in this situation. 

He’s not even used to receiving or giving affection while you’re human, so he’s not sure how to approach it when you’re.. well.. a cat. You’ll have to approach him and somehow get it through that you want pets. Meow a lot or lean against his legs, and he eventually hesitantly rubs your head and chin. 

If you really want to follow him while he does his dirty work, he’ll make sure you follow closely. It’s a comical sight to see for the renowned Slur to have a cat following him like a lost lamb, but why does it matter when all the people who witnessed it are dead anyway?

After a bit, he tolerates it and gets used to the predicament. He doesn’t mind giving you a few pats if you approach him. He still wants the entire thing to be over as quickly as possible. He finds out that as cute as you are as a cat, he prefers you as a human much more. 

Rating: 7/10. Given time to at least adjust, he gets you what you need and gives nice pets.. he’s just mostly unsure what to do. 

GAKU —

The situation doesn’t bother him that much. Eventually, someone would find a way to return you to human form. For the time being, the largest loss suffered is someone to play video games with. 

Lets you sit on his shoulder like a Pikachu or on his lap to watch him play games instead. You fall asleep quite easily, and your claws dig into his skin when you try to get a closer look. He doesn’t care that much. You leave cat fur all over him by the time he’s returning to the others. Kumanomi scolds him, so he opts to play shirtless instead when you’re with him. In the end, Kumanomi is still annoyed, but now you have two things to look at when he games, so what is there to complain about?

He doesn’t discourage you following him around for his job. You just have to be careful. Stand too close while he’s fighting and someone’s body soars through the air and almost smashes you into a wall. 

The fright was huge, but at least he comforts you with some snacks. He’s not sure what to feed you. You don’t seem happy with the idea of cat food— you were still a human in there, after all. He settles for sharing some of his chips with you. 

He’s not very protective over you when you’re a cat. He lets you go for walks or leave the area to explore. So long you return by nightfall he’s content with being alone for the day. Internally he does find that the lack of your company feels strange, and quietly makes sure you’re nearby when you return. 

Rating: 8/10. A surprisingly good cat owner. Lets you do what you want or spend time with him. Just try to avoid tripping him up if you must follow him to a fight. 

HEISUKE MASHIMO —

He finds you so cute! He’s good with animals since he has Piisuke. 

He has trouble finding you stuff to eat. He goes to Sakamoto’s Store and shares a bun between the three of you. His friends from the store are certainly puzzled over the predicament, but it’s good that he has companions he can entrust with you. 

For the most part, he wants to keep you close to him. He carries Piisuke on one shoulder and tries to carry you on his other. However, carrying a bird on your shoulder is much easier than carrying a cat. When he gets excited or sprints somewhere, you have to dig your claws into his shoulder so you don’t fall. He only notices a few minutes later and apologizes with lots of head pats. 

The first day or so he gets you, he’s very worried about you and wants you to be with him at all times. Maybe it’s just something about your smaller, cuter form that he frets you’ll get lost somewhere. He’s no better, but at least he has Piisuke to help him, which you don’t!

You probably strayed off to explore or fell asleep under a thick bush and after an hour or so he’s panicking and bawling his guts out thinking you must have got hit by a car or taken by a stranger thinking you were a stray. Piisuke finds you rather quickly and you have to accompany him until he can finally tell himself that you’ll be fine and you need your own alone time too. 

His excitement is admittedly endearing. He’d want to show off to everyone how cute his partner was as a cat!

Rating: 8.5/10. Fun to be around, not too stressed out about the situation and good with pets. His enthusiasm with you can be a bit overwhelming. 

NATSUKI SEBA —

Treats you pretty well, actually.

When he first learns about your predicament, he’s just like “Oh, damn.” He’d work to find a way to revert whatever happened.. but isn’t against the idea of having you as a cat for a day or two. 

For the time being, he doesn’t mind having you beside him while he works on his projects at the JCC. So long he’s not doing too much heavy work, he enjoys the quiet company.

Gives you a few pets from time to time and is smart enough to consider what foods you’d want to and can eat. 

He doesn’t even mind if you leave too much fur on his clothing, whether it be from sleeping on his sweaters or on his lap. He thinks he can just brush it off afterwards. Turns out cat fur has a knack for getting stuck on everything possible. It takes a thorough wash just to get it off. 

Mafuyu judges him when he sees him with too many strands of thin cat fur all over him. While Natsuki’s not that bothered by the idea of being covered in fur, Mafuyu, who is cleaner, does, and at first avoids you like the plague. Your fur is left everywhere, and it ends up getting on him anyway, so he reluctantly gives in and pets you too. 

It can be pretty boring when he’s busy, so he doesn’t mind taking you to the weapons research laboratories too. If the school happens to have anything against pets, he tucks you into his suit and turns you invisible. Easy. So long nobody moves the suit off the ground or questions why there’s a lump on his chest. 

Rating: 9/10. He’s not a bad cat owner and has no qualms with you leaving for a few hours to explore or you getting fur on him. 

OSARAGI —

Thinks you’re too adorable internally! 

She quietly picks you up and goes about her job. She didn’t think you’d have too many problems with her job. Unfortunately, the crashing of stone and the quick movements she makes when fighting are much more startling with your heightened senses. Everything scrapes at your ears and nose. 

Once she finishes with one of her jobs, she looks over only to notice you sitting at the side, looking traumatized. She only stares blankly, wondering what could have gotten you like this. 

Osaragi decides the best way to calm you down is to buy you lots of snacks. She makes a pit stop at a convenience store and presents you an array of food to choose from. It’s rare for Osaragi to share her food without her own terms, so you should be grateful, even if you can only stomach one or two bites. 

Probably unintentionally babies you with a blank expression. It is canon that she’s rather childish at heart. Takes you everywhere like a little furry companion. Eventually, it does hit her that she’ll need you to return to human form sooner or later. She likes you as a human too, so she has nothing against the idea. 

Although I think she’d typically want you by her side, she does let you off her radar throughout the day so you can nap or have some time to yourself. 

Rating: 7.5/10. Treats you pretty well, but she should be more considerate of your cat senses or how terrifying it must feel to be carried while in a high stakes fight, debris and blood everywhere. 

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[hello-from-nrc-infirmary]

Spring Equinox

Starting Hours

"What did he say?"

Vern is quiet, his chest aches like his heart is carrying stones. "Koa, I'll go head.. you um.. stay here and wait."

"Pardon? That would be unwise, considering-"

"-I will command it," the sprite shoves his phone away.

The elk stares at him for a few moments, waiting. Firm silence meets the familiar. Taking a step back, Koa flicks his ear. Vern can feel the small pull as the elk gathers magic at his antlers before slicing the air open. He places a reassuring hand on Koa and gives the elk a smile that doesn't reach his eyes.

Swallowing the dull ache, Vern steps through the portal. His stomach churns with it. Pausing, he takes deliberate breaths, allowing his surroundings to come into focus.

Everything is loud, bustling. The wind from the mountains is a little warmer. Even the sun seems to shine brighter. Another year, another Equinox. He has to see Shirley first, the Southern Street.

His feet carry him down the familiar brick street. It's uneven, easy for grass and flowers to slip through the cracks. He takes his time to talk with any who greet him. Part of him hoping to delay the inevitable.

Humans and fae alike are crammed around Shirley's studio. They're there for the distillery next door. It makes his ears ring and getting to his sister's store difficult. Too many glance overs, too many questions. He sighs heavily when the door to the studio shuts behind him.

"There you are!!!"

Vern lets Shirley abruptly squeeze him. He mentally notes that she seems taller. "I said I would be..."

She releases him, glancing behind him, "where's Sil-Sil?"

"E-excuse me?"

"Oh! Uh, Silver," she laughs and drags Vern towards the back. "I gave him a nickname."

He's quiet as he looks over the two outfits in front of him, "he... will um... be here later..."

"Oh," Shirley almost sounds deflated, "I'm sorry-"

"-What's with the blue dress?"

"I wanted to like get ahead of things so... I started on it," she seems happy as she shows him some floral details. "So like, I don't have the accessories in for it yet, but I'm totally thinking of like... matching it with the details around the neckline! Don't worry, I already thought of silk gloves-"

Vern's chest tightens. His stomach is in knots as it plummets. "Shirley, it's... it's beautiful... but we haven't decided on anything..."

"Er.. w-well... I know, but like... I'll just shove this one back into the closet."

He nods as she steps away. Turning his attention to the glittering gold details of the other outfit. It certainly screams spring. Muted greens with a pop of pale pink. The gold accessories look fairly heavy. Absently, he drags a finger through the tiny bells dangling from the metal hip accessory. The delicate chimes give him a little ease.

"I can help you put that all on! You'll like... totally need it"

"R-right..."

Shirley scribbles something on a piece of paper and hands it to Vern. "Here, the locks for the gold parts can seal with magic. Traditionally, that's like.. a spouse thing to do? Something about a protection spell. So... make sure Silver gets that."

"O-oh..." he nods as she brings him to the changing area. "I will..."

'What's wrong with me today? It's just another Equinox. Just another 24 hours. It's fine. I will be... no, I'm fine. It's just nerves and a bit of dread over Victor.... and mother's Willow's Wane. I'll have to visit Lux, Stravi, Gin, Sasha, Franz, and... I need to focus'

Ooc// hmm... this one is a bit more angsty than I meant... oh well!!!

Hm.. should I release the design for his equinox attire? I have the design version.. I could make a card... I'll have some time soon...

(We just gave them 2 birthday cards)

and? It looks cool!!

(Fair.)

(Tagging): @nrcbookclub @night-raven-miscellany @aurora-retainer-silver

[grudgecollector]

protective daryl is such a Must like

imagine someone’s just threatened you and he stands in front of you with one of his arms back so he can hold your hand. “you don’t talk to her” he’d growl.

after somehow sending them away he’d turn back to you and hold your face and just “you okay?” and a “i’m never gonna let anything happen to ya”

Ol' Coyote | Daryl Dixon x Reader

Tags: Swearing, smoking, protective Daryl, season 2 Daryl, light angst, mentions of past domestic violence

Words: 2.5k

A/N: I'm FERAL over protective Daryl YES GAHD

Something you'll never get from me is a non-southern reader in TWD fics.

I may have made things a little ooc with Shane, possibly just a tad more aggressive than he actually is with people confronting him. But it's for the plot of the fic.

Also I'm not sure if I really like how this turned out, but I think I've just been staring at the words too long. I hope you enjoy it either way <3

Tension was running high on the farm. A nervousness had settled over you in the last few days as you watched Shane. His erratic behavior was becoming unnerving to observe from the outside. His freshly shaved head glistened with sweat as he shook it, watching Lori practically stomp away from him after a heated conversation. 

This was what you were best at. Watching. Every move that was made within your eyesight didn’t go unnoticed, every twitch, every heavy sigh that came from the man. You always had a knack for catching things just before shit hit the fan. That was the only thing you were thankful for when it came to your ex boyfriend. 

The things Brian said and did to you during those four years were permanently ingrained in your mind. Always reminding you to keep your guard up around men who would view you as weak, feeble minded, helpless and in need of saving. Men with the kind of charm that draws you in, making you think they can protect you from the dangers of the world, when in reality they are the biggest threat to you. 

The almost sadistic glint in Shane’s eye. The way he’d suck on his teeth and laugh humorlessly. The way he watched her… It was starting to scare you a little. It wasn’t a fear you held for yourself, but for Lori, a woman tangled in a web that was impossible to escape from. 

It wasn’t hard to admit that you did not feel safe around the man anymore. That feeling started to dissipate after he proposed the idea to give up on the search for Carol’s missing daughter. He was losing his grip. Even more-so after his botched run with Otis. 

“You good?” Daryl asked, nudging his elbow into your side. 

He had something hanging from his fingers, the necklace he had gifted you a week ago. He followed your gaze as he clasped the necklace for you, fingertips guiding along your hairline softly before settling on your shoulder. 

“Yeah…” You replied quietly, turning your head to look at the man beside you, “Is it just me or is he losin’ his damn mind?” 

“Oh it ain’t just you, sweetheart.” He nodded towards Dale who was sitting atop the RV, occasionally glancing over towards Shane. 

The angered man was pacing back and forth, roughly rubbing at his chin. Whatever conversation he and Lori had seemed to have stirred him up pretty bad, you could practically see the smoke rolling off his shoulders. 

“He needs to get his shit together.” You shook your head, crossing your arms, “The way he acts just... Ugh.” 

“You can keep on hoping, but I think he’s lost his marbles a long time ago.” Daryl huffed, hand dropping down to your waist as he brought you a little closer. 

Daryl and you walked back over to his area away from the rest of the camp, your shared tent occasionally rustling under the wind. The fire Daryl built an hour ago was starting to go down, tiny flames licking pathetically towards the sky, failing to build itself back up. 

The sun was starting to set, pink and orange hues blending together with the darkening blue sky. Daryl settled next to you on the grass, his knee brushing against your thigh. 

These were the moments you cherished the most. Calm and peaceful in a world filled with unimaginable horrors. A chance to take a deep breath and forget about your worries for just a short period of time. And you couldn’t ask for anyone better to spend it with. 

Over the last few months you had spent most of your time next to Daryl. At first he didn’t seem too fond of it, occasionally glancing your way with narrowed eyes and a suspicious attitude. Like he was waiting for you to strike, trying to stay a step ahead of your nonexistent plan to rob him blind. 

In reality you just appreciated the quiet. Away from the hustle and bustle that came with such a large group of people. You wanted to keep your distance, especially when it came to the children at the camp, trying your hardest to avoid the gut wrenching feeling that came whenever you looked at Carl. Oh how innocent and naive they were in such a heartless world. 

Eventually Daryl started to warm up to your presence. Allowing you to accompany him on hunts, teaching you the basics of tracking, and how to skin animals properly. It was easy to see through him, see past his rough edges and appreciate the moments where his kindness would shine through momentarily. 

The closeness between the two of you was something you cherished deeply. Knowing that wherever you went, he wouldn’t be far behind. 

It was moments like this that you could momentarily forget the ticking time bomb that slept just a few feet away from you. The very man in question is sitting next to Rick at the group’s shared camping area, laughing almost emotionlessly at something his best friend said. 

“You’re gonna burn a hole into his head if y’keep starin’ like that.” Daryl muttered, smiling a little bit when you halfheartedly glared at him. 

“Shut up.” You grumbled, “I’m gonna head up to the house real quick, gotta use the bathroom.” 

You were quick to stand. Your fingers brushed gently through Daryl’s hair, prompting him to place a hand on the back of your calf. 

The field in front of the house was still muddy from the rain, your boots sinking in just a little with every step you made. The sound of the ground squishing beneath your feet was drowned out by laughter from the camp, Carl, Lori, and Rick huddled together in front of their own fire as they shared a can of corn. 

It made you happy to know that at least one family was able to stay together through all of this. While they may not be perfect, they were still trying to stay intact in such a hectic world, making things as normal as they could be for their child. 

“Sup lovebirds.” You greeted Glenn and Maggie as you walked up the steps to the house. Glenn rolled his eyes and gave you a tight lipped smile. He hadn’t exactly sealed the deal with Maggie just yet, the both of them tiptoeing around each other cautiously. 

“Evenin’.” Maggie smiled, nodding towards you, “Where you headed?” 

“Is it alright if I use y’alls bathroom? I promise I won’t be long.” 

Maggie tilted her head a little, “You always ask and the answers always gonna be the same.” 

You couldn't help but smile a little, “Yeah well, believe it or not my parents did teach me manners. I usually don’t like invadin’ other people’s spaces without askin’ first.” You shrugged, going to grab for the handle of the screen door. “Thanks Maggie.” 

The hinges groaned loudly as you opened it. The Greene’s home was so beautiful, a warm yellow light casting over the neatly kept rooms, picture frames of the occupying family decorated the walls. It was that sense of normalcy you had needed ever since everything started. Something reminding you that not everything had to be so terrible all the time. It made it easy to forget the reality of things. 

You walked into the bathroom and gently shut the door behind you, not bothering to glance at your reflection in the mirror. Scared of what would be staring back at you. 

By the time you opened the door again, you could hear Beth and Patricia talking in the living room. Maggie was sitting next to her sister on the couch now, Glenn must have gone back over to your group for dinner. You figured you should probably do the same thing, cook up those squirrels Daryl and you caught earlier in the morning. 

You walked back outside and unzipped the pocket to your cargo pants, a lucky find at an army supply store. The top of the crumpled red and white box flips open easily, and you pluck a half smoked cigarette out along with your lighter and begin making your trek back towards your camp. 

“Hey.” A voice stops you, Shane standing from one of the rocking chairs on the porch. 

Great…

You brought the orange filter to your lips and flicked open the zippo lighter you stole from Daryl. You didn’t bother to look at the man walking towards you for more than a second, exhaling the smoke from the corner of your mouth as he got closer. 

“Can I help you with somethin’ Shane?” You asked, annoyance present in your tone.

“I don’t know, can you? Cause you seem to be starin’ an awful lot recently.” His broad shoulders rolled back a little as he crossed his arms in front of his chest. 

“You feelin’ a little paranoid there? Intimidated by someone doing a little people watching?” 

“Don’t patronize me.” He shook his head, stepping closer towards you. 

An anxious feeling started to eat away at your stomach. You never liked when men started to close in on your personal space, even less when it was someone like Shane. The unpredictable and dangerous types. 

“I’d barely call it patronizing.” You shot back with a small shrug.. 

“You got a problem with me or somethin’? With how I’ve been handlin’ things?” 

You couldn’t help but roll your eyes, “I mean I got my fair share of issues with a lot of things, man.” He was starting to prick against your nerves, “Like you wanting to call off the search for Sophia? That was pretty fucked up.” 

“Not this shit again.” He shook his head, hands going to rest on his hips, “It’s bad enough I got to hear it from everyone else in the camp. Now I gotta hear it from the girl who’s too good to even grace us with her presence.” 

“Oh boo fucking hoo. Why is that such a big deal to you? Can’t someone just enjoy some alone time?” You scoffed, flicking off the flimsy ashes from your cigarette.

“Ain’t no such thing as alone time anymore. You gotta start contributing more to the group.” 

“Or what? You gonna boot my ass to the curb and call it a day? Seems like the kinda route you’ve been lovin’ lately.” You almost spat, an accusatory tone to your voice, “I’ve contributed plenty of my time to the group, helping Daryl with hunts and runs, making sure your bellies are full. I help wash clothes in the morning, I do daily perimeter checks with Glenn. Ain’t that enough for you?” You stepped a little closer this time, lowering your voice to harshly say, “Cause if you’re implying anything more, I ain’t doing personal tent calls like some street whore.” 

“You better watch your mouth.” His eyes were starting to get that wild look again, twitching a little when you smiled bitterly at him. 

“Did you hit your head or somethin’ when you went on that run with Otis? Is that what’s got you so fucked up? Some traumatic brain injury or some shit?” 

“Who do you think you’re talkin’ to, little girl? Cause I know it ain’t me.” He sized you up, chest puffed out as he got closer, but you stayed firmly planted, not allowing him to intimidate you. 

Not this time.  

“You’re fuckin’ losing it Shane, sure there ain’t many in the group that pick up on it but I sure do.” You shook your head, “All I’m sayin’ is you need to take a step back before you get someone else killed.” 

Clearly your wording made something snap within Shane. That littlest bit of self control he had disappeared, and suddenly his hands were clutching onto your biceps, blunt fingernails digging through the fabric of your shirt. 

“I ain’t getting anyone killed,” He growled out, “I keep this place safe, me. Not you, not Rick, or Daryl, Dale, none of you. You don’t know what the fuck you’re talking about, girl, you’re barely smarter than a bag of fucking rocks. All talk and no bite.” His words punched into your harshly, he was practically snarling in your face as he got closer and closer. Your eyes were wide, fear striking through your heart as you stared at him. “Got any other smartass remarks, huh?” 

“Get your fuckin’ hands off of me, man!” You thrashed in his hold, quick to bring your still lit cigarette up and pressing it against his forearm. 

He flinched away, letting you go, and for a split second you almost thought he was about to rear back and slap you. He had that same exact look in his eyes your ex would get. 

Dangerous and unpredictable.

“Hey!” You heard an angered voice growl from behind you. 

Suddenly you felt hands on you again, making you flinch. But the hold was gentle, guiding you as Daryl stepped in front of you, his shoulders heaved with each heavy breath, clearly having run over to you as quickly as he possibly could. 

“The hell you think you’re doin’, huh?! Puttin’ your hands on her like that!” He was seething, but his hand was gentle as it held onto yours, squeezing softly as a way to reassure you. “You don’t fuckin’ talk to her, y’hear me?” He growled out threateningly, his hand resting on the knife secured to his belt, ready to strike at any second. “Don’t let me catch you near her again, asshole, or it’ll be hell to pay. I promise you that.” He glared at Shane, quickly turning around and guiding you past the group’s camp. 

“What the hell is going on? What’s with all the shouting?” Rick asked, catching up to the two of you. 

“Y’better get your fuckin’ boy, Rick. Ask him to explain the situation t’you.” Daryl spat, not giving him time to reply. 

You sat back down in front of the fire, staring at the yellow flames blankly. Never did you think Shane would put his hands on you like that, but the way he had talked to you, looked at you. It was too familiar, as if you were standing in front of the direct reincarnation of a man you fought so hard to forget. 

Daryl’s hands gently held your trembling ones. His index finger and thumb came up to your chin and pushed your head up so he could look into your dewy eyes. His fingers caressed your cheek, he knew that look on your face all too well, having seen it in the mirror plenty of times. 

“He ever tries anything like that again, he’s a dead man.” He stated firmly.

“I thought he was gonna hit me.” You said weakly, you hated how pathetic your voice sounded.

“I ain’t ever gonna let anything happen t’you. Not while I’m still breathing.” 

The promise would be a difficult one to fulfill, you both knew that. But the words still held weight, settling deep within your heart. You would be safe with him, you knew that.

[pupkashi]

boyfriend!jinwoo headcanons

a/n: hi hi friends !! I’ve become reobsessed with solo as season 2 comes out + i started the manhwa and i have fallen head over heels for jinwoo so enjoy ! i am so sorry if it’s ooc im still trying to get a feel for his character </3 this got really messy and all over the place my bad yall i have alot of thoughts okay that’s all bye :3

warnings: maybe minor manhwa spoilers ?? that’s about all :P

- if jinwoo met you before his reawakening he definitely did not make the first move, instead opting to try and spend time around you without making things too obvious

- to say you weren’t charmed by the hunter would be a lie, you were absolutely smitten with him, stomach in knots everytime you saw him, giving him care packages after any missions and trying to warn him to take it easy

- your words and actions would always make him flush, “i promise I’ll be more careful” he’d smile, holding a bag of frozen peas to the side of his head

- he was the best boyfriend he could be, always getting you little things when he could, even finding wildflowers to make a bouquet for you when he couldn’t afford store bought ones

- he would take you out to picnics and any little date that he could afford anytime he could, romanticizing every moment with you and making you fall for him more and more

- he would save up anything he could to buy you jewelry or clothes or something you’d mentioned wanting in passing, surprising you with it with a goofy grin

- you’d tell him constantly he didn’t have to worry about buying you fancy things or spending money on you, but he would have none of it, assuring you his other expenses were handled and his sister was well taken care of

- jinwoo is the most supportive boyfriend in the world, if you were awakened and decided to become a hunter he would be your biggest cheerleader

- he wouldn’t have a bruised ego if you were a couple ranks higher than he was, instead he’d be incredibly proud of you, boasting to everyone “that’s my partner by the way”

- if you were a regular civilian he would support whatever career path you wanted to take, going to college? jinwoo is helping you study late at night and wishing you luck on exams. wanting to be a baker? jinwoo is there trying all your recipes and giving you honest feedback (and taking home test batches)

- you awaken as a hunter but don’t want to be a hunter? jinwoo is there to reassure you to live your life how you wanna, not once judging you

- reawakened jinwoo ,,, strap in yall

- the first time he sees you he feels like he’s an e rank hunter again the way he’s blushing and his heart racing, when was the last time he felt this nervous?

- he can barely get out a ‘hello’ as you’re smiling softly at him, he isn’t sure if you recognize him, you giggle softly and shove your friend slightly, eyes darting to him before catching his gaze, embarrassed and looking away quickly

- beru is quick to encourage his master, “his majesty is worthy of any he may choose” he reassures jinwoo, making the hunter flush and dismiss him quickly

- jinwoo finally works up the courage to talk to you, turning on his charm, he fought insanely strong enemies all by himself, he can ask you out on a date, right?

- he stumbles over his words, sentence jumbled up and you can help but smile at him and nod, “I’d love to get dinner sometime” you reply, exchanging phone numbers before excusing yourself and catching up with your friend group

- at first jinwoo is skeptic once he gets home, what if you were just using him because you knew he was the tenth S rank hunter? were you in it for money? fame?

- after your first date together jinwoo is weak at the knees and ready to give you the world, he’s already assigned one of his soldiers to your shadow

- one month after your first date he’s asking you to be his, a bouquet of your favorite flowers in his hands and a picnic spread behind him as the sun set

- calls you a handful of pet names mainly baby, doll, my love and sweetheart

- you call him honey, lover, baby, handsome and any other silly thing you can think of to make him roll his eyes; a lot of times you’ll just shorten his name, calling him jin, jinny or just woo (you once called him your woo woo bear and he was so flustered you decided to reserve it for only certain occasions)

- jinwoo was not one to cheap out on things when it came to you, if you mentioned wanting something you’d get it as soon as possible

- he’d buy you expensive jewelry and any clothing you’d like, even paying your rent and bills behind your back, a sheepish smile on his face when you confront him about it

- “doll you spend most of your time at mine anyway, how about we just move in together hm?” easily persuades you with the promise of letting you decorate the whole place, giving you his credit card to buy whatever you wanted

- jinwoo wouldn’t say he’s a jealous boyfriend,, you however would say he definitely is ! he’s also very possessive and protective when it comes to you

- if he even senses that someone else is looking at you he’s quick to flash his eyes blue, shadows whipping around him and scaring off anyone even thinking of looking at you

- if anyone is stupid enough to actually flirt with you he will not shy away from intimidating them, eyes glowing as he stares down the person, practically snarling at them until they’re running with their tail between their legs

- “alright tough guy let’s tone it down a bit” you chuckle, letting your arms slide around his waist and pulling him close to you, jinwoo just scoffs, melting into your touch and turning to face you, pulling you by the waist and kissing your lips

- “all mine” he whispers against your lips, you smile and press another kiss to his lips, “all yours” you assure him

- he goes INSANE if anyone hurts you omg like next level crashing out he’s demolishing them into oblivion if they lay a finger on you

- “who did this to you?” his voice is deeper than you’d ever heard it, a wobble in it from the pure rage coursing through his veins, his knuckles are white and his eyes don’t have the usual warmth and love they usually do

- he can barely control his ragged breathing absolutely pummeling them into the ground, his whole body glowing and shadows crackling around him

- it’s a sight to behold, his gaze and demeanor switching in an instant when he turns to you, “let’s get you home sweetheart”

- he’s very silly when it’s just you or his family around, cracking stupid jokes and being absolutely terrible at video games during any game nights

- jinwoo is absolutely a clingy and touchy boyfriend in private, the most PDA he’d show is holding your hand or an arm around your waist (unless he’s jealous then he’d full on just make out with you to prove a point)

- im talking he wants to be IN ur skin, as close as he can be; he’d nuzzle his face into the crook of your neck, wrap his arms around you and pull you into him, he’d place a flurry of kisses on your face and any exposed skin, soft giggles filling the air

- he giggles SO much with you, any compliment you give him or joke you make he’s giggling and giving you the softest look you’d ever seen on the man

- he isn’t stoic at all, eyes always bright and attentive anytime you’re talking to him

- he often leaves multiple shadow soldiers with you, having very rotate between you and his sister and mom to keep tabs on the three of you

- jinwoo falls deeper in love with you when he sees how much his sister and mom like you, with his mom teasing him and asking when he was gonna marry you after the second time he brought you to dinner with them

- even though he’s a busy man, he will always make sure he makes time for you, reassuring you that you’re a priority in his life and giving you any quality time you need

- he plans at least one date every two weeks, spending as many nights or afternoons he can with you, making sure he’s home for dinner if you were cooking and watching shows together on the couch

- jinwoo is VERY in tune with your emotions, catching on to the slightest shift in your tone or actions, he’s always quick to address anything bothering you and doing anything in his power to make you feel better

- he gives you all the reassurance you need and then some anytime you feel insecure, never making you embarrassed for how you feel, instead making sure you know how much he loves and cares for you

- boyfriend!jinwoo who is always helping you with anything you need, wether it be studying or cleaning or running errands, if he’s free he’s helping you with it; even if he’s busy if his soldiers can help you then you’ve got them at your disposal 24/7

- he is just such a good boyfriend i need him so bad

[nozo-muu]

Hello Zero, Could you do a hot David Corenswet scene? the new Superman Something like him feeling jealous of the male reader.By the way, I would like to know if you write for DC too

Thank you so much for the ask! To be honest, I'm not the biggest DC watcher/reader so this might be ooc, but I tried my best. Also, I don't really write for DC since, again, I'm kinda out of the loop, but you can always ask!

YOU'VE CONVINCED ME, SUPERMAN

Pairing: Top!Superman/Clark Kent X Bottom!male reader

CW: Sex, Jealousy, Oral (reader giving), Ass eating (reader receiving), creampie?

Author's note: I don't know how to feel about this...

Metropolis was sunny as always. The sun beamed through the windows of the redaction office. Clark was working on a news article about a mysterious figure spotted multiple times over the last few weeks whenever chaos struck the city. 

He knew who that was, a vigilante he had “worked” with a couple of times to fight off some bad guys. He had to admit, he was talented, his energy manipulation magic was impressive. And the way he fought hand to hand… Gosh, it was a sight for sore eyes. 

“Breaking news!” He turned to watch the TV they had in the office. “An attack has been perpetrated on the intersection between Rowan and Mains Street. The attacker has already destroyed multiple police units.” 

Upon hearing that, Clark made his way towards the stairs that led to the rooftop. He needed to do something. Once he got undressed, revealing his suit, he leaped off the edge of the building and flew towards the place of the incident. 

The area was surrounded by police cars, trying to contain the danger, which honestly wasn't going to accomplish much. 

He flew down, landing on his feet. There wasn't that much mayhem… some upside-down cars, cracks on the ground, and some nearby stores with shattered windows. 

There was a figure though, a big silhouette, almost animal-like. It had shards of some kind of crystal all over its back.

“I would be careful if I was you” 

He looked around, seeing you levitating off to the side. 

“The bastard's got some strength. And those shards… Kryptonite maybe? I wouldn’t touch them if I were you.” You say, approaching the broad man beside you.

“Kryptonite? How is that possible?” 

“Beats me.” You shrugged. “As long as you don't attack his back, we should be good.”

He nodded understandingly, preparing his attack while you immobilized that thing with your magic. You could have gotten rid of the threat on your own perfectly, but you wanted to see him. He was so fine, it was like skipping dessert if you didn't look him up and down after a fight. 

The threat now being eliminated, you walked over to the police cars where a head of police approached you two. 

“That thing shouldn't cause any problems anymore. I've gotten rid of its body. There shouldn't be any more issues, officer.” 

Clark stood silent behind you.

“Thank you, thank you. I don't know what we would have done without you.” 

“You probably could have handled it too, I'm sure of that.” You replied smiling. 

There you were again, making small talk with some random guy. He didn't know why, but he hated it when you did that, always having flirty remarks and comments, and smiling at strangers. 

Some passers-by were shouting your names, and of course, you went and took pictures with them, smiling and being friendly. 

He hated it. 

Once everyone had started to dissipate, you went back to his side. He was silent…

“What?” You asked, raising an eyebrow. 

“Nothing, I just need to go get my clothes.”

“I'll come with you. We can go watch the sunset later or something.”

He grunted. He didn't want that, he wanted to fuck you then and there. To show you you were not about to go around flirting with everyone. You weren't together or anything, but he wanted you to be only his. 

When you landed on the rooftop of the building, he took his clothes and made his way towards a broom closet where he had been putting his discarded clothes to go pick up at a later date. 

That's when an idea crossed his mind. He quickly took your wrist and locked you both inside the broom closet. 

“What are you -” you get cut off by his lips on yours. He was a surprisingly good kisser. 

“Let me fuck you.”

“What?”

“Let me claim you.” He keeps kissing your neck. 

You moan at the sensation, and seeing that you're not pushing him away, he takes that as a yes.

He starts getting rid of his and your clothes, leaving you as naked as the day you were born in that dark room. 

He starts planting kisses all over your torso and neck, leaving some marks here and there to show that you are his. 

He slightly pushes your shoulders down, enticing you to get on your knees. 

You oblige and kneel in front of him, instinctively taking his member into your mouth. You started licking around the tip, slowly making your way down the shaft. The sensation made him tremble and groan…

You kept sucking his cock until you felt him push you away slightly. It was now all wet and ready, but your hole still needed some prep.

“Turn around for me.” 

You did as he asked, now facing the door separating you from the outside world. Clark got on his knees and spread your cheeks apart. He spat on your hole, slowly massaging the liquid around your entrance. He approached his face and started eating you out. Once he felt you were ready to take him, he got up, embracing you from behind and whispering in your ear.

“Can I fuck you now?” 

“Yes.”

He kissed you one final time before lining himself up with your entrance. He slowly pushed in, making sure to not hurt you. You moan at the feeling of it stretching your hole. He paused for a little so you could get used to the feeling of it.   

“Can I move?”

“Mmhmm” You nod, not being able to form a coherent sentence. 

He started moving slowly, but then sped up, remembering all those fuckers you had flirted with. In a way, fucking you was a win against those nobodies who thought they had a chance with you. 

The pace was perfect, rough but gentle enough to not hurt you. He kept hitting your spot, your cock leaking from the pleasure. For an alien, he sure knew how to fuck a man’s ass well. 

He then pulled away a little, turning you around.

“I want you to face me.”

You nodded, and he took you in his strong arms, pressing you against his muscular torso. You straddled him while being suspended in the air, his member lining up with your hole. He inserted it again, this time hitting deeper because of the position. He started kissing you while you bounced on him. 

He took your cock in his hand, and using the precum he rubbed your tip, before starting to stroke you while fucking you. 

“Clark…” You moaned in his ear.

“I’m also getting close, pretty boy.”

You kept that position until you both hit your climax. You came first, your cum coating his hand and your abs. 

“Can I cum inside?” He asked sultrily. 

You hummed, still kissing his neck and leaving the occasional bite mark from pleasure on his neck and collarbone. 

That’s when you felt it, the warm liquid filling your hole. He pulled out his thick member and rested you on a table as he kissed your forehead. 

“You okay?” He asked. 

“Yeah. You fuck like a pornstar…Damn.” 

He chuckled softly at the compliment. 

“That means you’ll only flirt with me from now on then? “

“Fine, you've convinced me, Superman.” 

He smiled. He officially had you for himself now. And if you ever started your little games again, he’d jealous fuck you again and again until you understood. 

[if-loves]

i think i'll miss you (forever)

// Mydei

sum: Goodbye never gets easier, even less so when it's forever.

wc: 1008

warnings: 3.1 story quest spoilers, amphoreus/okhema inaccuracies, ooc mydei, written before mydei release, not proofread so sowwy for any mistakes

a/n: mydei more like myyesterdei hahahaha this fic was an excuse to share this joke. anyway wrote this to orange by treasure

likes & reblogs appreciated :)

You're used to Mydei leaving.

From the day you met him, you knew that he would leave one day and it would be forever, that you'd be left alone in Okhema for the rest of your days, yet you still can't help the sadness that washes over you when he comes home to you one day, the dreaded news on the very tip of his tongue.

You could only muster a humourless laugh as you welcomed him into your house, yet no tears fell. In silence you both stood, you speechless and him with too much to say. Instead of finding your lost words, all you could do was embrace him, unwilling to admit to him and least of all to yourself that despite trying so hard not to feel an ounce of shock or betrayal, those feelings, ugly and greedy, had already started to quietly settle themselves in the cracks forming in your heart.

Mydei doesn't hesitate to hold you as tightly as you held him, resting his cheek atop your head, arms wrapping around you, warm like a blanket in the winter. Warmth that, you remind yourself, will never feel again.

Only Oronyx knows how much time has passed before you part, and you dare yourself to look into his eyes again, to carve his entire existence into your soul. Memories come and go, and only in your soul will you never worry of his memory being taken by the greedy hands of time.

“Let me accompany you one last time, then. Just until the edge of the city.” You ask, your request a barely hidden plea. You know, and he knows, that you don't just wish to accompany him. Mydei, although he tries his hardest to hide himself under the guise of a lone wolf and a bloodthirsty warrior, you know at the core of his immortal heart that he wishes for accompaniment, for love. And so, in his final moments with other living beings, you will give them to him.

He says nothing, knowing full well that you would never take no for an answer, and merely starts his walk to the end of the city. You trail next to him, finding silence the only appropriate conversation that could be held in this situation. You can see in his eyes that he is trying to remember Okhema one last time, before the madness of war drowns him in its tides.

You're happy, you think, just being here with him. You'll never hear him again. You'll never touch him again. You'll never see him again. But you're happy, because you get this small mercy of being with him again, this one last time.

~~

The edge of Okhema is the only part of the city that sees a sunset and sunrise. It's the only place that gets bathed in orange, and the only place that one can discern the time without having to seek a clock. The sunset is a beautiful sight indeed, one never seen in the city. It reminds you of Mydei.

He makes a stop just before the path that would take him to the end of his fate, and you stop with him. Neither of you have the courage to look at each other.

“Goodbye, (Y/n.)” He speaks, watching the sun start its descent. He takes a step forward, unwaiting of your reply. You can only barely muster a smile.

“Goodbye, Mydeimos.” For the last time, he is not Mydeimos, son of Gorgo, nor is he King Mydeimos of Castrum Kremnos, but merely Mydeimos, your Mydeimos, the one that you've loved quietly for as long as you've known him. For the last time, he is free of all expectations.

You see him hesitate in his steps for a moment, and in an act that no one would believe, he turns around to hug you one more time. He buries his nose in your hair, his arms wrapping around your body. When you take too long to reciprocate, he takes it upon himself to wrap your arms around him, making them rest exactly on the middle of his back, pressing into his spine. It's a feeling that he cannot describe, other than that it makes him feel so alive, so human.

“Even when I'm gone, please never stop smiling.” His voice is soft, and in it you can hear all the things he has left unsaid. Without answering, you tighten your arms around him, soaking in the feeling of him for the final time.

It's bittersweet when he lets go and you send him off with a smile, and it's only after watching him walk towards the dusk, coloured in dark orange that your tears start falling. You don't know how long you stay standing there, but you only bring yourself to leave once you can no longer see him in the distance.

The walk back home is filled with an emptiness you can only describe as the hole in your heart that will never be filled. Bitterness and grief overtake all your emotions, and it takes you every ounce of strength to not break down crying in the middle of the crowd. Every second that passes only makes the urge to break down stronger, so you hurry your steps back to your home, passing people who look at you with pity.

Your sobs spill out the second you shut the door. With your back to the door, you slide down and bury your face in your hands, tears endlessly streaming down your face, with the only man you've ever loved gone forever, lost to the cruelty of fate.

You wonder if the night misses Okhema as much as you miss Mydei. You wonder if, behind the eternal day, night quietly watches Okhema from afar, grieving the land it once watched over, the people it never met, but that it dares not to try to reclaim its time, knowing that an eternal day is better than even an hour of night.

You wonder if Mydei knows just how much he is loved.

[sparklychaossheeppp]

hiii so basically I've got a request for Jason Todd and it's like when you first meet his family like bh accident and he's like really embarrassed but they love you and it's all super fun 😭😭

Have a nice dayyy

Hello! Thank you for the request, lovely. It's highly appreciated. I hope you have a nice day as well. ^_^ This is my first time properly writing for the batfam, so please do have mercy on my soul... 😓 I think I may make another version of this later with the same idea but different occurrences.

Word count : 762

Warnings : Possible OOC, implied shorter reader, no use of Y/N, Jason and reader have a pet cat, not proofread, short

Sunlight snuck their way through the bedroom curtains to make themselves known to the sleeping pair. Jason stirs slowly from his sleep, eyebrows furrow as he seeks refuge from the sun under the blanket.

With great annoyance he sat himself up in a sitting position, rubbing the exhaustion from his eyes. He glanced over to the person who he had slept beside the night before, still in a deep realm of sleep. His eyes soften at the sight of them yet he drags himself out of bed to start his day.

Jason went through his usual morning routine of getting ready before heading to the kitchen, he retrieved the basic ingredients to create pancakes. He turned on the stove as he prepared his mix, pouring it onto the hot surface as his partner enters the room.

Jason’s lips curled into a soft smile as he looked over his shoulder at them. “Well good morning, beautiful.” He greeted, losing attention to the pancakes he was making.

They dragged their limbs over, eyelids barely open as they yawned. They stumbled over to watch Jason’s smooth and graceful culinary skills. “…good mornin’..” they hummed, giving Jason a lazy peck to the lips.

Jason had picked them up by under their thighs to place them on the counter, his eyes meeting their own. Jason’s eyes narrowed with determination, “mm- can I get a proper kiss?” Jason requests with a tint of teasing in his tone.

“hm. I don’t know, can you?” They responded with a raise of their brow, matching his cockiness. They did lean in however, lips connected with a sense of playfulness when, there’s a creaking heard and a gasp.

The both whipped their heads around to see Dick Grayson himself looking up at them with wide eyes and his jaw slack. “Jason?!” Dick said in a high pitched voice, hand to his chest for theatrics.

“Dick-“ Jason started, a flush consuming his face as he stepped away in an attempt to explain who his partner is.

“I’m definitely telling Bruce!” Dick announced with an shit-eating grin on his face, already retrieving his phone from his pocket. “Oh no, you’re not!” Jason exclaimed, taking off sprinting at the other man.

Jason's partner sat upon the counter, wide eyed before letting out a giggle at the absurdity of the situation they’re in. They had been aware of Jason’s family since about three months into the relationship. They had allowed Jason to decide when they were going to meet formally but, I suppose fate had other plans.

The two men had chased each other around till Jason had realized the pancakes had begun to burn. Dick was giggling maniacally as he made his escape to rat out Jason.

Jason had been rather embarrassed about their last encounter with one of the members of the batfamily… However, after a week, he finally decided to go out shopping with his beloved partner. He paced the aisles in search of where the hell they had moved flour to now..

He had finally located the flour he was on the hunt for when he heard the familiar voice of Dick along with his partners, not again…

He peaked over the side of the aisle with a raised brow. He spots Dick having a seemingly nice conversation with him as Jason walks over with his eye twitching and ears flushed red.

“Jay! We were just talking about you,” Dick informs, a pleasant smile on his face. “You should bring your partner over for dinner tonight,” Dick says, placing his hands on his hips.

Jason glances over at his partner , looking for any possible signs of discomfort or negative emotion. They meet him with a nod and content look on their face. “Fine, fine..” Jason nods.

The rest of the family had arrived before them, already in their seats that surround the table. Two chairs placed together are empty awaiting their arrival. The room was chatty up until Jason’s partner entered the room, The batfamily quickly blurted out curious questions to them as they sat down.

Jason could only sigh in embarrassment as they asked the basic questions, “how long have you been together?” “how did you meet?” “what’s your home address?” things of that nature up until Damian had inquired about their favorite animal.

“We have a cat?” They had informed, Damian gasping. “Todd, you have had a creature this entire time and didn’t tell me?!” Damian scoffs.

From there, the conversation delved into chaos. However, there was a warm, stable feeling to the room

Likes & reblogs are always greatly appreciated.

[tsaheylutales]

You weren't supposed to know | Chapter 2

Pairing: Steve Harrrington X Henderson!Reader

Warnings: ANGST, stranger things level threats, reader is a softer girl so if you don't like that, scroll, Steve and Dustin are very ooc so...keep that in mind. Let me know if there are any more! each chapter will have more specific warnings <3

Summary: Steve wasn’t always like this, he used to be kind, and caring, and he used to call you every night. But now? He barely calls at all. Most of the time it’s you calling him. Or you visiting him…Or you planning dates…He’s just really busy at the moment…That’s it. That’s gotta be it…Right?

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The next morning, you all head back to the cabin with some food for Eddie. When you push open the creaky door, it swings wide, and Eddie nearly jumps out of his skin. He’s pacing the small, cramped room, eyes darting like he’s expecting trouble at any moment.

“Jesus!” He yelps, stumbling backward, clutching the wall to steady himself.

“Delivery service!” Dustin calls out, trying to lighten the mood.

You give Eddie the good news and the bad news; the bad news is the police are 100% convinced he killed Chrissy. The good news is his name hasn’t gone public yet. For now, at least. Then you explain the plan: find a way into the Upside Down and kill Vecna. The problem? There’s no way into the upside down, no gate, no girl with superpowers. So...You’re still stuck in the brainstorming phase. Everyone’s trying to piece it together. Everyone except you. You’re just there, hovering, waiting.

Suddenly, sirens wail in the distance, growing louder as police cars and ambulances speed past the cabin window. Everyone’s eyes follow the flashing lights. Everyone except Eddie, who jumps back under the tarp in the boat, disappearing from view.

This is not good.

You follow the sirens, pulling up at the police tape. You see Nancy being questioned by police officers, her face serious, skittish. Steve climbs out of the car, his eyes locked on Nancy’s with a look full of longing, worry, and something heavier, regret, maybe. Your heart cracks at the sight.

You stay in the car for a second longer than the others, your chest feels tight, like something invisible is squeezing your ribs together. You watch Steve watch Nancy, the way his gaze softens, the way his brows furrow with worry. You know that look. You’ve seen it before. It’s not for you.

You snap out of it, climbing out and forcing your feet to move. The road is covered in cops and medics, all talking over one another. Robin nudges your shoulder as she walks by. “You okay?” She murmurs, her eyes flicking toward Steve, then back to you.

You nod quickly, lying. “Fine.”

Robin doesn’t push it, but she stays close.

You all end up at the trailer park. The air is thick with horror and tension. That same yellow police tape flutters in the distance like a frayed ribbon, stretched and tugged by the wind, a quiet reminder of how quickly everything has unraveled.

They find a battered picnic table in the middle of the park. It creaks when you sit, the wood sun-bleached and splintered beneath your fingertips. A distant dog barks. Everything feels just slightly off. Like something’s here.

Nancy crosses her arms and leans forward on the table, her brow furrowed in concentration. “You’re saying that this thing that killed Fred and Chrissy, it’s from the Upside Down?”

“If the shoe fits.” Dustin mutters, trying for casual but not quite landing it. His voice is quieter than usual. “Our working theory, is that he attacks with some kind of spell. Or a curse.”

You tune out after that. The words turn to noise, muffled like they’re underwater. Your eyes drift to the police tape blowing in the wind, to the crushed soda can half-buried in the dirt, to the way Steve’s arms are leaning on the table, his jaw clenched like he’s trying not to say something.

You wonder if he even notices you're not speaking. If any of them do. 

You all start heading toward Steve’s car, but Nancy suddenly veers off, slipping toward her own.

“Whoa, whoa, Nance. Nance! Where are you going?” Steve calls after her, jogging to catch up.

“Oh, there’s just something I wanna check on first.” She says, glancing back.

“Something you wanna share with us?” Dustin pipes up, eyebrow raised.

“I don’t wanna waste your time. It’s a real shot in the dark.”

“Yeah, okay. Are you out of your mind? Flying solo with this Vecna creep on the loose? No way. You need…” Steve hesitates, then steps closer to her, chucking his keys towards Robin. “Here. I’ll stick with Nance. Take the car, check out the shrink.”

You watch him. The way he doesn’t even look in your direction. The way he steps beside her, like it’s muscle memory. Familiar. Natural.

Robin scoffs. “Don’t think you want me driving your car.”

“Why not?”

“I don’t have a license.”

“Why don’t you have a license?”

“I’m poor.”

Max offers, “I can drive.”

“No, never again. Please. Anybody but you. No.”

Dustin pulls a face, and Steve points at him. “No chance.”

“Come on.” He groans.

“All right, okay, this is stupid,” Robin cuts in, stepping forward. “Us ladies will stick together. Unless you think we need you to protect us?” She smirks. “Come on, [Y/n/n].”

You look between them, between Steve and Nancy. He’s still standing too close. Still not looking at you. You force your legs to move and fall into step beside Robin, giving her a nervous smile that doesn’t quite reach your eyes.

“Be careful.” He shouts after you.

“Just gonna stand there and gawk, Harrington?” Dustin teases.

“Shut up.”

“Why don’t we go? Okay?”

“Shut up and get in the car. Wipe your feet. On the outside, not the inside.” Steve whines, shaking his head.

“Always the babysitter. Always the goddamn babysitter!”

All three of you walk up the steps to the entrance of the Hawkins Public Library, the stone underfoot worn smooth from decades of use. Robin is rambling as usual, words tumbling out of her like they’ve got a mind of their own. Nancy, a few steps ahead, looks deeply uninterested.

“Okay. Help me get this straight.” Robin starts, hands flailing with each word. “Eddie's uncle, Wayne, thinks that Victor Creel escaped from Pennhurst Asylum and that he's the one running around Hawkins committing these murders?”

“Pretty much.” Nancy replies, curt.

You hang back a little, your hands stuffed in your pockets, letting them talk. Robin filling the silence, Nancy slicing through it. You feel like background noise.

“But Victor committed the eyeball murders, like, way back in the '50s.” Robin adds, eyebrows raised.

“Well, '59…” You speak up, voice quieter than theirs. “Sorry, my grandpa used to tell me stories…”

Both girls glance at you for a brief second. Robin nods, Nancy doesn't react at all before the conversation rolls on without missing a beat.

“So, that means these murders predate Eleven and the Upside Down by about 30 years?” Robin asks, pushing the heavy glass door open.

“Yeah.” Nancy says, stepping inside.

“Which makes spooky Victor Creel like, what, 70 years old?”

“Yep.” Nancy strides toward the front desk and rings the bell with her finger.

“So he’s a grandpa murderer who can turn invisible and lift people into the air.” Robin mutters, clearly skeptical. 

“It doesn’t make sense. I know.” Nancy’s jaw tightens. “That’s why I said it was a shot in the dark.”

Robin frowns. “I know. I just thought that by ‘shot in the dark,’ you were being modest or hiding something super solid up your sleeve that you were gonna wow us with later. But this is really, truly a shot in the dark. Like, we are snipers with blindfolds on who’ve been spun around 50 times.”

Nancy rapidly rings the bell again, jaw clenching.

You glance between them, your throat tightening a bit. You feel the tension, the push and pull of two strong personalities, but also that quiet realization that you’re just… there. Walking behind them. Watching it happen.

“Coming!” A voice calls from the back. The librarian appears moments later, arms weighed down with books.

“Hi. Sorry,” Nancy says quickly. “We’re in a bit of a rush. Could we get the keys to the basement archives?”

“Of course. Give me one sec.”

As the woman disappears again, Robin turns toward Nancy, worry flickering across her face.

“Did I come off mean or condescending or something?”

“No.” Nancy replies coolly.

“Right. Sorry. It's just, you seem annoyed. You don't know me well. I don't really have a filter or a strong grasp of social cues.”

“Okay.”

“If I say something that upsets you, just know that I know it's a flaw. Believe me, my mother reminds me daily.”

You blink, surprised by her honesty. It makes you ache a little, how easy it seems for Robin to just say things. To get them out. You wish you could do that, say what you feel, ask if anyone notices you fading into the background. But you don’t. You stay quiet.

“Got it.” Nancy says.

The librarian returns, holding a ring of jangling keys. “All right, ladies. Here you go. Have fun.”

“Yep.” Nancy snatches the keys. “We’ll try.”

Robin flashes a quick, uncertain smile, then heads for the stairwell. You descend the creaking basement stairs, the smell of old paper and mildew thick in the air. Nancy walks ahead with purpose, already scanning the dusty rows of archive cabinets. You linger at the bottom step, hesitating.

Robin slides up beside you, nudging your elbow gently.

“Is she okay?” she whispers, jerking her chin toward Nancy, who’s pretending not to hear.

You shrug. “Not sure. I’ll talk to her.”

Robin gives you a long look, quiet concern flickering in her eyes, the kind that means she sees more than she lets on. “I mean, it’s not just her.”

You blink at her. “What do you mean?”

Robin tilts her head. “You’ve been off, too. Like… I don’t know. Kinda ghost-y.”

Your throat tightens. You look away, pretending to study a stack of untouched newspapers. “I’m fine.”

Robin doesn’t press, but her silence says enough. She knows you’re lying. And the worst part? She actually cares.

“Okay, she’s in.” Steve murmurs, his voice barely above a whisper, watching Max enter her councilors house.

“Missing collarbones, not eyes… So, we gonna talk about… it?” Dustin’s voice breaks the silence, sharp and teasing, but there’s a hint of seriousness underneath.

“Huh? Sorry, talk about what?” Steve asks, turning to look at him.

“Your temporary insanity earlier today. When you basically threw yourself at Nance?” Dustin says, eyes locked on Steve.

“Okay, first of all. That’s not what happened,” Steve snaps, but his voice lacks conviction.

“Pretty sure that’s what happened. It was public. There were a lot of witnesses.” Dustin adds, arms crossed, waiting.

Steve exhales sharply, the fight draining out of him for a moment. “Are you implying I still have a thing for Nance?”

“No. I’m not implying. I’m stating.” Dustin says flatly.

The air feels heavy now. Steve’s fingers tighten on the steering wheel, white-knuckled. “I have a girlfriend. I’m dating your sister!”

“And how’s that going for you?” Dustin’s tone softens, but it still cuts.

Steve’s chest tightens painfully. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

“Well, she’s like, super sad. It’s annoying. Doesn’t come out of her room. Pretty sure she was crying the other night-”

Steve’s jaw clenches. “Well, that’s not my problem-”

“She’s your girlfriend. Talk to her! My mom keeps asking me to talk to her, I can’t deal with it-”

“And she’s your sister! You talk to her!” Steve exhales heavily, voice low and strained. “Look, I was just trying to protect a friend. A friend, Henderson. Nancy is a friend, okay?”

Dustin nods, the tension slightly easing. “Okay.”

Steve looks away, gaze dropping. “I don’t wanna find her with her eyes sucked out of her skull by this Vecna creep.”

Dustin grins despite the tension. “You’re bright red in the face right now.”

“I’m not.” Steve’s voice cracks just a little. “I don’t wanna talk about it. I’ll punch you so hard your teeth fall back out.”

“Whoa. Too far.”

“Not cool. Sorry.”

“It’s okay.”

You and Nancy  both sit in the quiet hum of the microfilm readers, the glow from the screens casting soft shadows on your faces. Robin moves around the room, flipping through dusty books and scanning high shelves, leaving you both alone with the grainy images scrolling silently across the screens.

Between the clicks and whirrs of the machines, an awkward silence settles. You steal glances at Nancy, who seems lost in the shadows flickering over her face, her jaw tight, her eyes distant. 

“...How are things…with you and Jonathan? You okay?” You ask, voice low, hesitant.

Nancy glances up from the scrolling images, then nods. “Yeah! Yeah, we’re okay. Struggling with the distance but… we’re trying to make it work. How about you and Steve?”

You swallow hard, your fingers still on the edge of the reader. “I uh… I don’t know. It’s not-yeah. I don’t know.”

Nancy’s brow furrows with concern. “Oh… Are you okay? You wanna talk about it?”

You look away, voice barely above a whisper. “...It’s um... it’s whatever. It’s probably just stress and stuff…”

The words feel hollow even as you say them, the silence returning heavier than before, filled with everything left unsaid. The quiet tension breaks as Robin’s voice echoes through the archives.

“Hey guys!” She calls out, excitement clear in her tone. “I think I’ve found something!”

You trail behind Robin as you all rush out of the library, walkie-talkie pressed to her face. “Dustin, do you copy?” Robin calls out, voice urgent but controlled.

“Yeah, I copy.” Comes the quick reply.

“So, Nancy’s a genius. Vecna’s first victims date back all the way to 1959. Her shot in the dark was a bull’s-eye.”

You glance at Nancy, whose jaw tightens like the weight of the revelation is settling deep.

“Okay, that’s totally bonkers, but I can’t really talk right now.”

“What are you doing?” Robin presses.

“Breaking and entering into school to retrieve confidential and extremely personal files.”

You stop, blinking in disbelief.

“Can you repeat that?”

“Just get your ass over here, stat. We’ll explain everything.”

Nancy frowns. “Thought they were talking to Ms. Kelley?”

Robin shrugs, already turning toward the parking lot. “We leave them alone for two hours.”

You all pile into the car, adrenaline buzzing under your skin. Whatever this is, it’s far from over.

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Braig’s biological family is… Interesting. That’s the best word for it. On his father’s side, he has two half siblings. Sort of. There’s his older brother, Karvan Nel. This is Braig’s only ‘actual’ biological sibling, in the traditional sense. He was born before Eadric and Shiv met. The result of a one-night stand at a bar while Eadric was stationed off-world; he doesn’t even know Karvan exists. Karvan, for his merit, also has no idea who his father is. He doesn’t really care, either. He’s gotten on just fine without the guy. He’ll keep getting on without him, too. 

Braig and Karvan have met once before, mostly by chance. The verdict is they don’t like each other, and have no idea they’re related. Karvan is… Kind of a slime ball, to be honest. Karvan lives in the Outer Rim. He’s been there his whole life, and doesn’t know anything different. That’s part of why he’s so resentful to Braig when they meet - Braig grew up on Coruscant, in the Jedi Temple. Karvan took one look at him and thought he was some spoiled core world brat. Never worked a day in his life.Braig, for his part, thought Karvan was a sleemo. The fact that Karvan tried and failed to sell Braig for spice didn't help that image. (It was a bad first meeting.) Karvan used to be a part of a spice-running gang. Not one of the big ones, mind, but they made money. Karvan ends up married with three kids (a son and two daughters), gets a better job. He’s still kinda sleazy, but he moves up in the world and becomes a foreman of a ship yard. His kids are fed and clothed (which is a lot in the Outer Rim), he supports them and his partner, and they’re happy enough. 

Then there’s Braig’s other…. Brother. Brean Claermoore. They’re not really siblings, even in the ‘half’ sense. Brean is a clone of Eadric, Braig and Karvan’s father. This is ironic, because Eadric hates clones. He HATES them. He has his ‘reasons’ for this, but, yeah. He hates them all. He had Brean made so he would have a successor, so the family fortune doesn’t go to his sister. Yeah, there’s a lot of drama on that side of the family. Brean and Braig don’t know each other. Braig doesn’t know he has any siblings at all, but he definitely doesn’t know about Brean. For Brean, he doesn’t know Braig, like I said. He doesn’t know Braig is his family. He does know that Braig exists, and this, like a lot of things, is their father’s fault. Through a convoluted series of events I talked about before, Brean thinks Braig killed ‘his’, as in Brean’s, mother. Brean doesn’t have a mother. Brean also doesn’t know that he’s a clone. It’s a long story. Not a fun story, mind, just a long one. (Braig still doesn’t know that Brean exists, let alone that they’re related. He doesn’t even know he’s related to Eadric. He doesn’t particularly care, either - he knows who his family is.) 

He has an aunt and cousins on that side, too. He doesn’t know them, either. I don’t want to go too in depth, because this would get too long and nobody would read it, so if you want to know more about them, send me another family ask. Instead, let’s do a quick rundown of his mom’s side of the family. They’re the exact opposite of his father’s side. Whereas his father’s side is Core World as far back as you can trace, his mother’s side came from all over. Where his father’s side is - as far as they know - strictly human, his mother’s side cared a lot less (this is why Braig’s eye teeth are sharper than normal). His father’s side was rich, his mother’s not so much. So on and so forth. Braig doesn’t know them, either. And again, he doesn’t care to. Shiv wishes she could know him. I’ve been over this one before. He has a LOT of cousins on this side - no half siblings, though. Shiv decided she was done with all of that after the trauma that followed Braig’s birth. 

It’s also important to note that not all the cousins on this side are biological. His maternal grandparents had more than a few adopted children. In a way, they had a very Jedi-like mentality - family is who you make of it, and if you can help somebody, you should. Braig would have gotten along with them well. 

Shiv, Braig’s mother, was a doctor for the Republic’s navy. That’s how she and Eadric met. (Sometimes, she’ll say he was different back then. Others, she says she never actually knew him. It’s a back and forth.) Following a series of events (that were rather unfortunate), she defected to the CIS. She stays there as a medic until Operation: Knightfall. Seeing what the Empire did to the Jedi - to her son - drove her to the Outer Rim. She was done with all of it. She stayed quiet for a while, then eventually joined up with the Rebellion (informally). She worked as a medic for them again before eventually passing away quietly on some little, largely ignored planet. 

Of course, as I said a few times, Braig doesn’t know any of them (except for Brean later in life, and neither of them know they’re related. Braig also kills Brean, but that’s besides the point.) 

If you ask Braig, though, he thinks the Jedi are his family. He doesn’t really care about biology or anything like that; they’re his brothers, sisters, siblings, parents, grandparents, aunts, uncles… 

He doesn’t need anyone else. 

… Except, you know, the countless tag-alongs he’s decided are ALSO his family over the course of his adventures.

[crispy-bonnie]

MK1 guys attending the fair with their S/O

(Tomas Vrbada, Bi-Han, Kuai Liang, Johnny Cage, Kung Lao, Raiden, Kenshi Takahashi, Syzoth, Liu Kang)

i just need to write these down because oh my god they've been stuck in my head for too long

this also ignores canon a bit (cough cough lin kuei cough cough) because i'm delusional and refuse to believe anything that bi-han did was canon /lh [lighthearted]

also not proofread and just a bit ooc , just made this outta impulse

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Tomas likes to go on the rides, specifically the more intense ones. He just finds the thrill of being tossed and turned around fun. He will do his best to comfort you if you don't do well on those kinds of rides and will even bring motion sickness meds just for you. Also please hold him whenever you're scared on those rides because it makes him feel so happy to know that you're willing to cling to him shdbsb

Tomas also enjoys the fair games a lot, the both of you trying and failing miserably to win the games and simply laughing about it. There was only one time he ever won a game, and it was only because he used a bit of his magic to toss the ring around one of the poles. Even so, it was a win in his book.

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Bi-Han doesn't really care for the fair. He's only there because both you and his brothers dragged him along. However, he seems to lighten up just a tad when he sees you gushing over how adorable one of the prize plushies is. He wastes no time in buying play tickets and making his attempt to win it just to impress you.

He eats shit every attempt that he tries. Eventually runs out of tickets and gets mad so he just uses his cryomancy out of pure rage. The poor guy at the stall is scared shitless and just claims that he won before handing him the huge ass plush out of fear. Bi-Han immediately hands it to you and just smiles tiredly at your giddy behavior as the two of you walk away hauling the big ass stuffy.

• • • 🍟

Kuai Liang has you on a leash because you get lost easily. Either that or he's just worried about losing you in the crowds. The leash is most likely latched to some kind of bag or belt that you might be wearing. Whether or not it's you or him taking the lead, he always makes sure he's got a firm hold on the leash.

If you get distracted or overwhelmed, Kuai Liang will tug lightly at the leash to bring you closer whilst muttering 'C'mere' under his breath. He'll hold your hand to keep you from straying and as a means of comfort. If you're too overstimulated, he'll cradle you to his chest and shield your face from the noise, whispering sweet nothings and reassurances for you to focus on.

• • • 🍟

Syzoth has had very little experience with fairs. Closest thing he's gotten to one is the Sun Do festival, and he's only experienced it once. You'll have to guide him through a lot of the stuff. He doesn't really like the rides (aside from the chill ones) but will do his best not to projectile vomit acid anywhere if you do.

You two are strolling down the place while munching on some fair food when you spot a cute looking prize at one of the game booths. You decide to use some tickets to try and win one, but you don't seem to nail it. Syzoth offers to give it a shot, scarfing down the rest of the turkey leg in his hand (that both of you were supposed to share together) before trying it out. He wins, like- perfectly, managing to win you the prize in one shot while leaving some fairgoers and the vendor stunned.

• • • 🍟

Kung Lao is absolutely destroying all the food at the fucking stalls. It's a wonder how this mf isn't built like a 1x1 lego piece from the sheer amount he powers through. He likes to share portions with you so that you can have a nice taste of whatever high-calorie junk is being served.

Oh my god and don't get me started on the stranger sides of the fair food. Kung Lao would happily order the weirdest shit only to regret it two seconds later. Except for once. There was one time where he tried pickle drink, which is just pickles in Dr Pepper. To your misfortune, he liked it, and now it's something he whips up at home every now and then. I hope you like pickles.

• • • 🍟

Raiden prefers to just have a chill day with you, doesn't want to do anything intense. He just walks around with you, looking at the shops and such while eating some fair food or something. He doesn't go on any of the dizzying type of rides, and will simply watch from the ground if you decide to do so.

Even without all the thrilling shit, Raiden does his best to make it enjoyable, mostly through romantic actions. Like- my dude will get matching stuff for you, stuffed animals or treats with the cheesiest lines ever—it's like you two are on a first date with how he tries to treat you. You find it adorable, especially when he gets flustered after you return the favor.

• • • 🍟

Johnny Cage thinks he's an absolute legend at the fair games. He's really not, but he will always boast about it anyway. He'll most likely drag you towards where most of the games are and use his fuckload of tickets to play. If you point out a prize, he will absolutely fight tooth and nail to win the prize.

He never does and eventually the vendor gets so tired of his attempts that the guy just hands him the prize. Johnny will probably go on about how he totally won that while you simply chuckle and roll your eyes as the two of you move on. He also will be taking an excessive amount of photos during the fair—but that's pretty par for the course on anything with him.

• • • 🍟

Similarly to Raiden, Kenshi isn't very fond of the intense rides, especially the ones that spin a lot. He just likes to stroll around and chill with you. He also doesn't really favor the games all too much, and if he does play, he's probably using Sento to help out.

Kenshi likes to hang around the animal-petting zoos, seeing as it's one of the few things he really can enjoy with his blindness. The two of you like to play this game where you hold an animal out to him or guide his hand towards one, and he has to guess what animal he's touching. The animals also seem to be very fond of him. Especially the fluffier ones.

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Liu Kang is kind of a mix of Raiden and Syzoth. He doesn't really care as much for the fair than he does your happiness and enjoyment. He'll happily go along with you around the fair or on rides, except for the dizzying ones. He'll gladly try some fair food, play some games, all to see you smile.

While Liu Kang often chooses not to play any of the games, he's actually jacked at this shit. Point out a prize and he'll fuckin slam dunk that game like it's nobody's business before handing you the thing you were eyeing. He doesn't pay mind to the shocked stares around him, content with watching that grin of yours shine as you giggly thank him. He also likes to go on the ferris wheel—he finds it relaxing and it gives him time to just be able to sit in peace with you whilst the fair goes on from below.

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[mia-can-yap-too]

Diamond-less Disaster

What?:- The Blue Lock boys try to ask you out! Except they're in 'Episodes – Choose your Story' and don't have enough diamonds...

Warnings:- Crack, isagi crying from embarrassent (not in front of the huzz tho), rin uses plant flirtation tactics, kaiser is so confident im pretty sure its almost OOC

Who:- Isagi Yoichi, Itoshi Rin, Micheal Kaiser

Isagi Yoichi

Isagi doesn't know how he did it, but somehow, he convinced you to join him on his early morning runs.

It went quite smoothly, actually. He slowed his pace to match yours and occasionally switched to a light jog so it would be easier to hold a conversation with you.

The only downside was that both of you forgot to bring water bottles. Fortunately, you spot a vending machine nearby.

Isagi, ever the gentleman, pays for your waters and sits down next to you.

Still panting, he takes a minute to admire you. Even in your sweaty-hair-stuck-to-your-forehead-and-face-red-from-running glory, you are no less than the sun to him.

Tell her you like her

[15 💎] Ask her out to a date later

[Free] Stand five feet away, wave awkwardly, and say "I respect oxygen"

All of a sudden, Isagi stands up and waves at you, nervously.

Raising your eyebrows and giving your own awkward wave, you ask, "Are you... alright?"

"I... respect oxygen."

"What?"

"I mean... you breathe... good?"

He looks like he's about to cry out of embarrassment, but no, he has to be a man. And real men keep going even in the trenches.

"I uh... meant that oxygen is so useful, like wow, I'm so grateful. I mean... the trees are sure working overtime for us, huh? Go, Mother Nature! O2, wow, couldn't live without it..."

You are weirded out. Like, incredibly weirded out. "I guess... I didn’t know you were so passionate about oxygen..."

He doesn't meet your eyes. He can never meet your eyes again if he wants his dignity intact.

Face as red as the faux tomatos you were throwing at him in his head, he pretends to be shocked as he looks at his watch.

"Oh no...! I have practice with... Kaiser! We're the best of buddies, so I can't leave him hanging, you know? So, I have to go. Like, right now. Sorry for leaving you like this," he starts walking backwards, "Okay? Okay. Bye!"

It's a full-on sprint now. He is definitely crying from embarrassment now.

You've chosen humiliation. Confidence -20

Itoshi Rin

The classroom you're in is quiet, the perfect environment for you to peacefully doodle in.

That is, of course, before Rin enters like a glitchy DLC character that no one paid for. [a/n:- im lying yall would play just for him smh]

Rin has been hyping himself up for this all week. Today, he will confess to you. No matter what.

Okay. Just talk. Be normal. Be cool. Compliment her. Compliments are free, right?

You've never opened up to anyone before. Let her in.

[30 💎] "You calm the chaos in my head."

[Free] "If I were a plant, I'd tolerate you as my sunlight."

Apparently, compliments aren't free.

Rin opens his mouth despite it all and speaks in the most monotone voice you've ever heard.

"If I were a plant... I'd tolerate you as my sunlight."

Oh God, not another one.

Confused, you ask, "... You'd tolerate me?"

He wants to die inside. "Yeah, I wouldn't wither... Immediately. Like I usually do..."

"So... I'm not bad. Just... barely acceptable?"

Okay, now he's in the danger zone. Like, the part where you're sweating nervously and begging God to kill you with lightning or whatever works for Him.

"Some plants thrive on neglect. I could be one of those. You could be... my low-maintenance sun."

"Rin..." Oh no, now you sound worried. "That sounds so insulting and sad. Are you okay?"

"You're like... the right amount of photosynthesis. Not too much. Not too... chlorophyll-ly...?"

Why is he still trying?!

Once he realizes that he's drowing, he tries to fix it and fails miserably because the author of this fic likes chaos.

"Wait. No. Forget I said any of this."

With that, he dissappears.

Well, fuck. He should've just paid the diamonds.

You've chosen Emotional Constipation with Agricultural Undertones.

Michael Kaiser

Desperately trying to get away from all the pathetic-boy-chaos, you slip onto the rooftop to watch the sunset.

The sun is setting, and the golden hour casts a beautiful glow on you. And Micheal Kaiser.

He appears like the ghost of dramatic monologues past, and his hair glints as if he's actively photosynthesizing ego. He walks towards you with the swagger of a man who already knows your heart belongs to him. Except it doesn't.

Sweep her off her feet (not literally)

[40 💎] "The spot as the Empress to my Emperor is forever vacant for you."

[Free] Call her a peasant and throw a rose at her feet.

Nothing can deter him. Not even having a maximum of 2 diamonds.

"Kneel peasant," he smirks.

You're seriously offended. Even though you already know what's happening.

"Excuse me?!"

He dramatically pulls out a crumpled rose from somewhere inside his jacket, and looks at it as if it hold all the wealth in the world.

"This rose... was once blooming and vibrant. But now, it's withered.... just like your charm and charisma."

He drops it at your feet as if he's bestowing unknown luxuries to you.

"I bless thee."

"Did you just throw trash at me?! I bet that came from a gas station, too, asshole!" You scowl at him, and Kaiser can't understand why.

Looking as if you just praised Isagi in front of him, he starts his rant off with, "First of all, it was a roadside convenience emporium...!"

You have chosen Romantic Tyranny. -10 bitches.

a/n:- my goal as a writer is that you read my fics and think "wtf was going on in her head?" LOLOL i have never played this game so this is all based on what friends have said and tbh the choices in the game are probably much worse than this but idc

m.list

@strangergraphics for dividers

[awakittie]

hey i would like to make a request but i couldn't find your rules so if you don't feel comfortable with it you can ignore this.

jinx x reader where the reader is jinx's girlfriend but they are at odds and haven't spoken in a few days and the reader goes to a nightclub and dances sensually just to piss jinx off and make her jealous so she roughly fucks the reader as punishment and they end up reconciling in the end

wc. 2.9k

warnings. doomed yuri, toxic jinx, toxic relationships, honestly everyone is mean in this, implied drinking, fingering, brief mention of death, ooc (especially lux), lux is jinxs’ ex, modern au, implied cheating

( divider creds: @cafekitsune )

the morning beams through the drawn curtains, doing little to protect you from the hot rays of sun. you accept defeat after a few tosses and turns, sitting up and wiping the sleep out of your eyes. it’d been days now, days since you’d stormed out of her apartment.

her lack of communication had been the last tick in your ticking time bomb that day, and you were just about ready to explode when she’d gotten all jelly at you dancing up a storm with your friend. her slim face shivered with anger, and she seethed through clenched teeth — when you asked her what was bothering her, hand on her thigh, she’d just turned away pouting.

jinx always had trouble with being dismissive, you know this. you’ve known about her past issues with relationships (not romantic!), but that’d never warranted her treating you like this.

sometimes she even uses the excuse that it’s her first relationship, ‘i don’t know how the fuck you want me to improve when this is my first time, and you’re on my ass about being better 24/7!’ or whatever she said.

something about giving her a break, too.

so that’s what you did.

drunken curses, middle fingers and slamming doors later and you’re stumbling down the street. it was easy to find where you were going when you were so honed in on her. like a moth to a flame, you arrive at lux’s house — she says about 3-3:30 in the morning, the blank stare she gave you with the information proof enough she didn’t appreciate it in the slightest.

your best friend had opened the door, groggy from sleep with hair sticking up on one side, coated in sweat. all you can think about is the sleep she must’ve had while you were busting your ass off arguing with jinx.

you turn to face the time on the clock, and—

BANG!

“it’s 5 in the evening, you know that?” she stands by the door, hand placed on her hip like a scolding mother would to their child. she shakes her head, silky light hair slipping over her shoulders.

“yeah, yeah..” you sigh, letting yourself flop back on the bed.

“don’t yeah yeah me,” she hisses, swinging off the door frame to saunter over to the closet in the corner of the room. “we’re going out tonight. but i’m starting to reconsider if you’re going out looking like that.”

you hear the smile behind her voice, and you scoff out a laugh, rolling your eyes up to the popcorn ceiling that groans under the forces of the wind outside.

speaking of — you sit up just enough to get a good look at her, brows furrowing at her outfit of choice.

“going out where? going out in the freezing cold where it’s reaching ridiculous wind speeds?” you eye the white dress she adorns, the glitter bouncing off the furniture and reflecting tiny sparkles, like stars on the yellow walls.

she narrows her eyes at you inquisitively.

“to that one place. y’know the one downtown everyone’s buzzing about. durr.” she states it like it’s obvious what she’s talking about, crossing the room with a pep in her step.

“you act like i should know what you’re talking about.” you call out to her. your limbs ache, every inch of your body feels like you’re on fire, fingertips sizzling as you grasp the covers to pull them back.

“then get to know!” she counters, poking her head around the corner. “please get yourself ready, because i know how you are when you leave shit to the last minute.”

poking your tongue from between your lips, you gesture her away with a swat of your hand, like a lingering fly. she obliges, shutting the door behind her and you find yourself alone once again — too alone.

the silence feels deafening, and all you can think about is jinx, how she’d fill that void right up. when you reach for your phone you’re half expecting to see her notification pop up, on any account really.

but nothing.

those random pictures she sends you throughout the day? none. not even a text.

the last message sent was that night, it was you giving the final text that simply read ‘fuck you’. the two ticks beside the text tells you she read it.

a pang of embarrassment washes over you. that was corny as fuck.

you wonder what went through her head when she saw that. did it make her upset? did it make her happy? was she glad to have to not worry about you anymore?

you’ve thought about texting her, truthfully you’ve thought about it more than you probably should.

fuck, you need a night to yourself.

if a night to yourself means going out with your ex’s ex to a nightclub, you’re screwed.

which is where you find yourself now, sat at a table with a group of lux’s other friends. you don’t know these people, and you feel weird barging into their space. thankfully, they’re welcoming enough — as welcoming as shoving half empty cups in your hands can get.

with the designated job of being the bartender for the night, you don’t do much other than just sit around. you feel lifeless, like a robot programmed to respond only when spoken to — which wasn’t often as they’d typically look right through you in a conversation.

lux would give you soft glances every so often, asking if you’re okay, but you can tell she’s caught up in the rush of being with friends.

that’s okay.

this was suppose to be a night to yourself anyway, you tell yourself as you wander seamlessly over to the bar. you could indulge in a drink or two — you need it.

you were just about to order yourself a drink before lux came rushing over, hands clasping your shoulders and shaking you there. you balk, eyes wide at the sudden whiplash.

“you have no idea who i just saw!” she cries, laughing between laboured breaths. you eye her curiously.

she must be talking about an old friend from school or something, or maybe one of her old hook ups she’d forgotten the name of. typical lux.

“uhh, no, i don’t.” you cock your head before she’s reaching out to pinch your cheeks between her head, snapping your head to the right to see—

oh, fuck.

“of course she’s here.” you spit, now feeling yourself growing riled up. your fingertips buzz, and you feel all the emotions you’d felt from that argument simmer back up. you feel hot.

she looks how she usually does; hardened at the edges. her heavy boots sit idly against the table in front of her, ringed fingers curled over whatever blue concoction she’s drinking. she’s rocking her usual hard rock wardrobe, leather studded jacket slung lazily over her shoulders that rise and fall steadily as she takes in the stuffy environment.

“right?” lux whispers back, like jinx could hear her from across the busy room. “imagine she followed you, like some creepy stalker!”

she jeers, wiggling her fingers teasingly over your shoulder till you cringe away, swatting at her hand. you feel yourself shrink when jinx’s eyes pass yours. time seems to slow, and you swear you feel your heart drop into your stomach. she doesn’t seem too pleased to see you, top lip quirking up into a grimace when her blue eyes flit to lux sitting perplexed by your side.

she looks like she’d drop kick you in an instant if she reached you, and that thought alone is enough to give you an ego boost.

you bite back the smirk that threatens to part your lips, and you glance over at lux, turning between the two of you. jinx seems to have lost interest at this point, shaking her head and turning to take a sip from her miscellaneous drink.

fuck it.

“let’s dance,” you swoon, snatching lux’s hand into your own. she seems starstruck, gazing at you through a filter jinx no longer seems to view you through.

you’re typically way too nervous to be doing this, let alone dancing by yourself. you move against lux with a lack of confidence — truthfully it’s her doing all the moving; hands guiding your body against hers, sliding down to your hips when you bump closer, giggling like two schoolgirls over a collective crush.

you’re clumsy on your feet, always have been. it’s always been jinx to guide your dancing, ‘step on my feet’ she would giggle, holding your hand to her chest like something sacred.

it’s when lux presses closer, hand coming up to grasp for your jaw that you realise what you’re doing.

you near gag in her face, cringing away and shoving her with more force than you would’ve liked.

“wha—!” she gasps, arms open like you’d just offended her and the generations before her. “hey, what did i do?”

you hear her from over your shoulder as you rush out — out and more importantly away from everyone. you weave through the crowd, shoving past ignorant people when necessary and apologising when you should.

the bathrooms.

‘no one goes in there’ you tell yourself as you round the corner, nudging the door open with your shoulder. out of everywhere to be at a club, surely peoples options don’t narrow down to the bathrooms in the back, no?

you’re pretty fucking wrong. terribly wrong.

your hand flies up to your mouth instinctively at the smell radiating from the bathrooms and the sight of her, hunched over the sink. her knuckles are white with strain, pressed against the countertop where her bag sits against the wall.

she looks rough.

her eyes meet yours through the mirror, lips curling up in a half grimace — half smirk.

“i saw you.” her voice is raspy and broken, carrying the weight of all her emotions.

“i should hope so,” you shoot back, letting yourself slump against the wall, arms crossed over your chest. you feel exposed now, more than in that room full of strangers you don’t know.

yet you still feel at ease, somewhat.

jinx clicks her tongue, licking over her teeth before turning to lounge against the sink, body now turned to yours.

“you’re hard to miss dancing up her like that.” you can taste the bile that spits from her mouth with those words, and you outwardly flinch, nodding away like you understand her point.

because you do.

why were you dancing up her ex like you didn’t have a girlfriend waiting at home for you? sure, a negligent one but still a girlfriend. you’re no better than her for what you did.

you’re not sure if its the twenty odd cups of coke you had (stomach issues) or the stuffy air that seems to clog your lungs — but you feel the bile rise in your own mouth. you want to scream, you want to cry.

you want to hold her, tell her how sorry you are. you want to feel her on you, you want to hit her, scream in her face for how she’d made you felt.

“i miss you,” you tremble. your voice is small, just enough to be heard by the two of you and the two of you alone. “i really miss you.”

you don’t meet her eyes, gaze drawn to the mismatched tiling on the floor by your feet. you kick at the grime gathering there, finding particular interest in a small stone amongst the sound of her breathing and your own heartbeat in your ears. you could die right now.

“prove it.” her voice, low and raspy, cracks through the otherwise monotonous space. the air shifts, and you finally peer up behind your lashes to meet her gaze.

she’s got a sultry look about her, studs on her leather jacket glinting under the mustard yellow of the buzzing light from above. it bathes her in the ugliest colour, yet she’s still the most beautiful person you’ve ever seen.

you miss her.

you miss her, you tell yourself as you take a shaky step off of the wall.

you miss her, you justify as you crash into her body, arms slung around her shoulders as she smashes her lips to yours.

the slide of her hot mouth against yours is wet and sloppy, everything you’ve ever known with jinx. it feels comforting, like a bandaid soothed over a blister that’d been bugging you for days. her kisses have always been sloppy, but never like this. she seems to drown you, drown you in her love as she guides you against the sink, turning to cage you against it instead.

“i missed you,” you whisper between soft flicks of her tongue, taking it between your lips to suckle gently. she lets out a shaky sigh, slicking her bangs back with a trembling hand to reveal her sweaty forehead. she lets out a breathless snicker, brows drawing at the revelation like it’d hurt her.

her hands slide lower, lower till they find your hips, they roll forward to meet yours, rutting awkwardly, denim against your panties from where she’d hiked up your skirt.

you feel high, higher than you’d ever felt, higher than any drug could make you feel. a hand comes up to weave through your hair, the other leaving your hip to cup at the gap between the two of you. you jolt in her grasp, gasping out into her purple lips as she twists her head further into yours.

“i’ll take care of you,” she promises between sharp smacks of her lips, fingers drawing up and down your slit.

your legs tremble, ankles locking over the small of her back to bring her impossibly closer. you want to feel your nerves connect, you want to feel what she feels; know what makes her sad, happy, angry. you want to know what she enjoys and what she hates — you want to feel her on you.

“i want—“ your bottom lip wobbles, sucking in between your teeth when she teases at your entrance with a finger, now wrist deep in your underwear. “i want to feel you,”

something prods.

“you feel me yet?” she jeers with a sultry grin, watching as your eyes squeeze shut at the sudden invasion. you’re soaked enough to where it isn’t painful, but the stretch of her fingers is certainly something that always takes you by surprise.

your legs tremble at every thrust of her long fingers. they massage your walls in all the right ways, stroking down as they hit just that right spot — the one that gets you worked up and sweaty against her. your stale breaths ping pong between the two of you, and you’d find it disgusting how close you were had it been anyone else.

it will never be anyone else.

there’s only room for jinx— jinx jinx jinx jinx.

she’s all you can think of as you moan like some cheap whore, legs curling impossibly further, nudging her further and further into your space. her usually pale face is a hot pink, sweat dribbling down the side of her head in exertion. her fingers are coated in your slick, engulfed by your hot cunt that soaks up any ounce of dignity she swore she had left.

“you’re not seeing her again,” jinx grits her teeth, brows coming down over her eyes like the thought alone pushes her to the edge. “not after this.”

you nod, saying something instinctively under your breath in response to her nonsense babbling. she places a particularly harsh thrust that has your back straightening at attention, and her thumb meets your swollen clit.

“you hear me?” she pokes. “i’m all you need, you don’t need anything else. especially from some common whore like lux — what were you thinking?”

“i’m sorry,” you whisper, bringing a trembling hand up to cup her face. she meets your lips with her own with equal fervour, fingers pumping at an unstable pace. you feel that pit in your stomach coiling tighter and tighter, matching the rhythm of her thumb on your clit.

“ohhh, you’re sorry now?” she snickers, breaking from the kiss abruptly. her voice alone could get you off. “if you’re so sorry you’d come for me, wouldn’t you?”

“i want it—“ you gasp, meeting her hand with a sharp buck of your hips. you feel disgusting getting off in the club bathrooms, and it’s now that you’re on the brink of an orgasm you become hyper-aware of the space you’re in.

the blaring music thumping the walls, the dingy, musky smell coming from the bathrooms, the busted light trilling above the two of you. the indistinct chatter of other people outside.

you could get caught.

the thought does wonders, and your back arches, frame twitching further onto her fingers as you finally unravel. jinx lets out a sharp snicker, biting on her bottom lip as your nails dig into her back, cheek mushing into the leather on her shoulder. you sound like a straight up pornstar, something you should be ashamed of.

that would be if it wasn’t for her.

“i want you,” you finally conclude, legs dropping to her sides. your breath heaves, chest rising and falling at an uneven pace.

you wonder where lux is right now, if she’s looking for you — if anyone is looking for you, really. you doubt the sentiment. it doesn’t matter after all, all you need is jinx.

she withdraws her hand from your panties, fingers glistening with your slick, before she brings it to her mouth to engulf them between her lips. she closes her eyes, like blissed out on the taste before slowly withdrawing them, letting them release with a pop for emphasis.

“you’ve got me.”

A.N sorry this is bad, i’ve been pretty demotivated but i just rlly wanted to get this out. hehe doomed yuri

[love-ethell]

This one took way longer than expected cause I really had no idea what to center the first parts on and I was way busier than expected these past few days, but here's part 2 to Blooming Hearts! (I think after this chapter I'm gonna go back to taking requests so feel free to leave more if you have any! >[]<)

𝓑𝓵𝓸𝓸𝓶𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓗𝓮𝓪𝓻𝓽𝓼

Part 1

probably ooc :3

Telemachus x reader , arranged marriage au

Word count: 2.1k

summary: When you were 17 you found out you were to be betrothed to the prince of Ithaca, you thought he would be another entitled snotty nosed prick such as the princes you met countless times on visits. a few years pass with you staying in your kingdom and your parents decide its was time for you to meet the prince, so you're sent to the kingdom of Ithaca to meet your soon to be husband, with skepticism in your mind you think this will be a loveless marriage as you've heard most arranged marriages turn to be, but a part of you wants to make things work, soon after you learn this marriage might not be the worst thing ever.

(reader is depicted as female)

𝒞𝒽𝒶𝓅𝓉𝑒𝓇 𝒯𝓌𝑜

(Back in Ithaca)

Telemachus shut the door to his room, the hinges whining from the movement. Argos jumping onto his bed, tail wagging, waiting for Telemachus to join him. Walking over to the bed Argos hopping onto his lap, "can you really believe it Argos? I'm supposed to wed to a princess! Y/n of *insert kingdom name cause I'm lazy* I heard she's very pretty, I wonder if she would like me though.. I'm not much" he whispers.

He can't help but feel excited, the thought of potentially having a connection with someone as deep as his parents, someone to devote all of himself to, someone to give all of his love and for them to do the same.

Suddenly he realized something. A problem standing in the way of happiness, the nuisances living in his home. The suitors still being in the palace, the thought of them being in the same walls as his betrothed. His brows furrowed thinking about their booming laughs and obnoxious teasing. He didn't want you to be around them, or even meet them if it was possible.

He sighed, laying flat on his back staring up at the ceiling. "That's a problem for another day I guess.. I doubt I'll meet her anytime soon, I wonder what she's doing now anyway" he thought aloud.

You were taking a stroll in the palace garden when you saw your younger brother Elias walking towards you, fiddling with his hands with a nervous look on his face.

"Hey, can I talk to you.?" he mumbles, looking at the floor. "Of course Eli come sit, over here." you replied

You both walk over to a bench set under a large tree providing shade from the bright sun. He takes a seat next to you. Picking up a small daisy from the grass, he starts to pluck away at it's petals.

"Is something bothering you?" You ask, noticing how off he seems today. Usually, he's very talkative, "uhm, so like, how do you know when you really like someone.?" he mutters, his face flushing

You start giggling, "Huh!? Why are you laughing!?" he stammers, his face visibly hot.

"Is that why you've been so quiet lately?" you manage to get out, clutching your stomach to try and calm the toll laughing took on it.

"Okay, okay, I'm sorry." You apologize after he glares at you once more. "Would you say you can see yourself with this person in the future?" You turn your head to look at him.

"We'll she's really funny, nice to be around, she's also pretty... like really pretty." He smiles, eyes lighting up at the sudden mention of this mystery maiden.

"I'll take that as a yes.." You chuckle. "So, did you bring this to me cause you wanna ask her out?" Nudging his shoulder while asking.

"I mean, yeah.. I just don't know how to go about it." He sulks. "I really want her to say yes.."

You smile at him, happy that he finally registered his feelings for her. "If this lucky girl is who I think it is, then I think she would say yes regardless of how you ask." The girl you're 1000% he's in love with is none other than his best friend Alicia, and to everyone else, it's clear that they both like each other, and yet they deny any feelings towards each other when someone points it out.

"Really? Do you think so?" He asked. "Of course I do. Everyone has seen the way you guys look at each other, " you hinted. "What I'd say you should do, get her somewhere sentimental, sayy the place you first met or somewhere you both have good memories together, as cliché as that is. Then, slowly get near her or maybe take her hands in yours and ask her said question." You advised, taking his hand in yours and giving it a light squeeze." You got this."

"Thank you." He says, giving you a light smile. "Anyway, I'll get out of your hair." He then gets up, walking away slowly, yet he looks much more energetic now.

you giggle at the sudden pep in his step after talking about Alicia. You wish him the best of luck in his little love story.

( I thought it would be cute to add at least a bit of sibling interaction)

(ginormous time skip cause why the hell not, and I'm tired of trying to brainstorm things so yeah, this is now like 2 and a half to 3 years later so like a few months before Odysseus returns :] )

-

You were walking through the halls when a servant came up to you, informing you your parents were requesting you in the throne room.

You begin to walk to the throne room wondering what they want, something told you it had to do with the marriage they had arranged with the Ithacan prince, and you were completely correct.

Over time, you had come to accept your fate. Whether you wanted to marry or not, you were engaged to him.

Your parents ended up informing you that by the end of the week, you were to have all your things packed up since you were going to continue the betrothal with the prince back in Ithaca.

Even though they did give you a heads up that this would happen at some point, it still stung. Having to leave your family. The home you grew up in, as you pack your things not even the crashing waves on the shore could muffle your sobs, tears falling into your luggage.

Saying goodbye to everyone was hard, but you reminded yourself that you would still see them at least a few times a year, which made it a bit more tolerable.

-

As you walk onto the dock, servants making sure everything is in check before you leave. On the far end, your father and mother stand before you.

"My darling," your mother starts, her long hair blowing in the slight breeze. "you look beautiful my love." she compliments, she had commissioned a new chiton for you to arrive in, a beautiful deep blue, white trims fastened with a belt. Not even you could lie, it was stunning.

"We are going to miss you," your father continued "We hope you find happiness in your new home." Even if you doubt that, you nod, smiling at them.

They pull you into a hug, and goodness it was like they were trying to flatten you out! "Okay, okay! that's enough hugs, i think if you squeeze me anymore I'm gonna pop!" actually that sounds much better than your current situation.

You dad chuckles, "Just wanna make sure you don't forget how much we love you dearest." That made you smile, even without the hug, how could you forget? They raised you, held you when nightmares kept you up, they made you laugh, smile, and even cry. You loved these people with not just your heart bit also your soul, in and out.

A servant calls out, everything is ready. You look over seeing Elias and Alicia waving over to you.

She had said yes to be his, even if the whole thing ended with Elias tripping over a rock and faceplanting right in front of her (it took him a few days to come out of his room from the sheer embarrassment) but they were together now and that's all you really cared about. Out of all your siblings you and Elias were the closest by far, if he wasn't with Alicia he was with you, and when you weren't playing the harp (or lyre), weaving or sketching, you were with him.

You wave back at them, focusing on Elias, he was crying, holding onto Alicia's hand to ground himself. Now that made you call out to him "If you cry I'm gonna cry! So stop it!" trying to at least make him laugh (it worked) He shot you a thumbs up, wiping his eyes and smiling at you.

You had already said bye to all your siblings, guess he just wanted an extra one.

Getting onto the ship you look back at the palace in the distance, not knowing when the next time you were going to visit would come, you soaked the serene scene up before nothing but water was left surrounding you.

A servant informed Telemachus that his mother requested his presence in her chambers.

Deciding to take the long way to avoid the suitors, he wondered what she needed this time, was it important or did she just want company? Well whatever it was he'd be happy to listen, its not like he was doing much that day anyway.

-

He reached his mothers chamber doors, knocking softly in the way he always did. He steps in seeing his mother sitting by her window, weaving as usual, he wondered if she ever got bored of doing that.

"Mother? is everything alright?" He asks just to make sure. She stands up grinning like a child, "oh everything is more than okay my love, your betrothed is coming to Ithaca to continue the engagement here!" she announced.

That made his heart skip a beat (multiple beats actually) "Really? oh wow. that's uhm amazing." his face flushing at the thought of finally meeting you. (AWHHH) "Do you know when she's arriving..?" he asks bashfully.

Penelope chuckles at her son's sudden shyness "she should arrive early tomorrow my dear."

He smiles, 2 and a half years he's wondered when he would meet you and the day has finally come. Can't say the same about his father. 'I wonder what she's like, is she as excited as me?' he questioned himself (you definitely were not at the moment)

He headed towards his room, wanting to make sure he would be presentable for the next day. He laid out some fresh clothes and his hair products (yes, I believe he uses hair products cause he's a pretty boy and rich). He knew it would take some time to know you, so he started coming up with questions to ask you while he was lying in bed so he could understand you better, eventually falling asleep after a while.

-

(Back on the ship)

It's been two days of being on this god forsaken ship, Passing the time by sketching flowers or things around the place, yet you’re still bored as ever, so you head to your last resort, your harp, you had avoided playing it in order to not nuisance anyone or risk messing a string up.

 You tasked a few men with bringing it up to the deck from below, they successfully move it to a space where you could play freely. Thanks for the rather still tide, your performance went pretty smoothly, with the occasional bump or two that messed you up a note.

You had never tried before cause you felt like you would fail. but you wanted to try and compose a tune of your own, with this idea you spent the next hour or two brainstorming until you finally found the first few notes you really liked, you decided to go on from there, but as you started playing again the ship started rocking, you tried to pull you hand back but as the ship rocked your finger got stuck, causing one of the strings to snap, “Oh gods! What on earth!” you groan, finger hurting a bit from the previous attack.

“Are you okay dear princess?” one of the servants ask you, clearly concerned

“I am, but my harp is not, one of the strings broke.” you sigh, a defeated look on your face.

“Well I can have it taken to a shop to get fixed as soon as we reach the shores of Ithaca, if you would like that” they offer.

“That would be nice of you, thank you” you smile "well I am quite tired so ill be going to bed now, if you don't mind would you have those men who brought it up, take it back down please?” they nod scurrying away. “thank you!”

You walk into your room plopping down on the bed, even though it was comfortable the rocking from the waves didn't help.

Staring up at the ceiling, you start to wonder how life in Ithaca would be, how it would be with your new husband. 'What if he's different..? Maybe I can form something with him?' You catch yourself mid thought

 'No, you're supposed to hate him, he's the reason you had to move, you were forced into this, no one can make you love him.' You sigh, you lay there for a bit sleep finally coming peacefully.

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(after that last part I just realized how stubborn y/n is when it comes to trying to love lmao :p )

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[pavosnoctua]

cw: yandere, isolation, forced imprisonment, kidnapping mentions, mdni. diluc and his complex. mentions of phys. harm but not from diluc. dubcon ment. pregnancy ment. afab reader. slight ooc on dilucs end.

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not my best work but the plot bunnies were working (part two might come)

You don't sleep often anymore and it worries him - you pace late at night, mumbling to yourself like some madwoman and he thinks of hiring the best physicians to see if you are okay. But the last time he did that, that had you upset and telling him to fuck off. He'd saved you, he tells himself, from the people who hit and made you cry.

Diluc misses your energy now - your spark, the thing that vindicated him and irritated him and...the only reminder you were still alive.

"Beloved, it is late." he tells you, unable to avert his eyes from your bosom, swallowing heavily as a familiar hunger overtakes him. Indecently dressed - no, appropriately dressed for bed time. But yet...he makes a mental note to have the maids get rid of all these outfits that show off too much.

Nobody else is allowed to see you in such clothes if you insist on pacing the halls like some poltergeist. You do not respond, only stepping past him to continue your nightly, hours long path.

"Bed, my beloved. You will see the sun in the morning."

"I can't sleep." you tell him, bluntly. "I cannot go outside, you have me under lock and key - I simply wish to move about."

"I allow you to help Adelinde with the chores indoors." he argues and draws in a deep breath. No - no, he won't fall for your bait. The bait that has you feeling self righteous and angrier, ammo for arguments later. "Is that not enough?"

"No! It's barely anything! Dusting here and there, organize the shelves. You never have me do tasks that could cause even just a bruise!" You're tired, sleep deprived. Energetic, yet feeling sluggish and exhausted.

And Diluc stares at you. It's a disconnected thought.

"Come back to bed with me love, we'll figure it out." There's distrust in your eyes but you obey, because arguing while you're tired gives him an advantage. Archons, forgive him because you won't.

When your head hits the pillow after you accept a drink from him - resigned, accepting, incapable of fighting at this time - he's relieved to find that you're even more tired.

"Love, I know a way to...get what we both want." Archons, forgive him.

"If - if we have sex," you murmur, understanding in your tired state. "Will I earn more privileges?"

"Yes." It's half a lie.

And he repeats, Archons forgive him.

Diluc marvels at your wet heat at first penetration - he wants to stay like this but can't. If this goes on too long, you will get upset. At least, for now, he has you.

Your privileges come with how much you're willing to agree to - and outside is precious, so you agree to a lot. You still barely sleep, but your pacing as stopped and he has you in his arms every night.

Your mouth is always soft and warm, and the perfumes from your baths are always enticing for him - his favorite scents. How he adores you.

Red marks on your neck - you complain he bites too much. You complain about him cumming inside. But you moan sweetly for him. Nicely. Desperately. Your breasts are starting to swell and there's all the telltale signs.

And yet -

All good things come to an end - when you are in tears as your growing belly, all the pieces of the puzzle fall into place. Diluc is elated. He's always wanted children.

He ignores your little no's as he kisses you more - after all, your freedom has come at a price and he is not a man who breaks promises.