#[[ i mean u can if u want but this is unnecessarily long ]]

[megalomaniacz]

I would love an ellie x reader x abby fic, something super smutty, but modern day. I don’t mind unique details, I will give your free reign on those I just want something powerbottom abby x masc top ellie.

click me!

um okay. so this is actually so unnecessarily long like why did i do that also it’s terrible please don’t beat me up okay :( it’s um definitely something guys if u hate it i’ll delete it I SWEAR I SWEAR

inexperienced!lesbian (me asf) reader x ellabs, reader orgasm, lowkey mean ellabs but ignore that, i didn’t even do the request properly everyone throw tomatoes at me :(

2k words!

nsfw!

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The time on your phone flashed 11pm, and underneath it was a flash flood weather warning. You had been watching the news closely and carefully, but even they didn’t predict this.

“I thought they said it would clear up around 10.” Ellie joins you on the couch, a bag of fruit gummies in her hand. You nod, but don’t take your eyes off of your phone. “That’s what i thought too. I don’t know, maybe I can make it home before it gets too bad.”

Just as the words leave your mouth, Abby walks back into the living room. She rips a piece of paper towel off of the stand in the kitchen, drying her hands. “Or you could spend the night here and not end up swimming home.”

Ellie snort laughs but you bite your lip. “I don’t want to intrude. Suddenly having someone else in your private space for longer than planned? Sounds overstimulating.”

Abby joins the both of you in the living room, a bottle of water in hand. She plops herself down on the loveseat, manspreading and leaning back. You feel a knot twist in your stomach. “I don’t mind having you here for longer. Els?”

Ellie tosses a gummy in her mouth before responding. “You’re a pleasure to be around.”

Abby and Ellie wanted to ease your nerves a bit, and proposed a game of two truths and a lie. Fairly simple, you tell a person two truths and one lie about yourself and they have to guess the lie. A half hour had passed and you felt yourself loosening up around them. Laughing at how ridiculous they were being.

“No, i swear it’s the truth. I shook hands with him and everything.” Ellie holds her hands up innocently, insisting she didn’t lie.

Abby shakes her head, bringing a hand up to rub her temples. “Ellie, you did not meet a robot at the grocery store. That man was probably lying to you for fun, or some social experiment.”

You giggle, watching as Ellie put a gummy to her tongue to wet it, then throws it at Abby. “Youre a jerk.”

Suddenly, Abby has lifted herself from her seat and is tickling Ellie’s sides. All of you have burst into laughter, tears rolling down your cheeks at their dynamic.

After Abby’s satisfied with herself, she lets up on Ellie, joining you both on the couch. “Okay, your turn.” Abby looks over at you, placing one of Ellie’s gummies in her mouth.

You take a moment to think of something clever, biting your lip. “Hm.”

“Okay I got it!” You exclaim.

The girls grant you their undivided attention, anticipating your answers. “Okay, so. I’m bilingual. I’m allergic to certain coins and, i’ve never been kissed.”

The two look over at each other, confusion all over their faces. “Fuck.” Ellie leans back. “I’m gonna have to say you’re lying about the coins.”

Abby shakes her head, shooting Ellie a side eye. “Seriously? The last one is obviously a lie, I mean look at her.” You feel yourself growing shy at her statement. “You guys sure about your answers?” You smile, raising your eyebrows.

They both nod, creepily at the same time, and it makes you laugh before your reveal. “I’m not bilingual! English is the only language i speak fluently, but i have been taking some Swedish lessons.”

Ellie bobs her head. “Shit, that’s cool. So wait, what coins are you allergic to?”

You don’t even get the chance to answer before Abby chimes up. “Wait, you’ve never been kissed?” She stares at you, bewildered. “Seriously?”

You nod. “I’m pretty inexperienced. I ofcourse, don’t like men, and I came out pretty late so…” You trail.

You can actually see the devious gears turn in Ellie’s mind. She looks over at Abby and it’s as if they’re communicating with their minds. You wonder for a moment if people truly do have powers, because it seems they came to a very silent agreement just now.

“Abby’s a wonderful kisser.” Ellie blurts out, smiling at the blonde. “And a pretty damn good teacher.”

Maybe they didn’t agree on everything, because after that statement Abby shot Ellie a look that could kill. Ellie just laughed it off, lovingly tapping her shoulder.

“Oh.” You whisper nervously, unsure how to respond. Truthfully, you had been admiring the two of them ever since you’d met them. You were so eager to visit their apartment tonight, making sure to spray on your best perfume. Wearing a cute new outfit that was casual but not loungey. Planning it on a day where you knew the weather would be bad, all with the hope that you’d get to spend the night.

You were also nervous, and inexperienced in this department. What if you fucked it all up?

“I’m sorry if we’ve made you uncomfortable.” Abby chimes up, noticing your body language. You were fiddling with your hands, avoiding their gaze. “I’ll make Ellie sleep in the old doghouse outside if that’d make you feel better.”

You giggle as Ellie hits Abby’s shoulder. “Hey, not out in the rain. Maybe in the closet in the hallway.”

“Oh, you’re going back in the closet?” Abby laughs which causes Ellie to roll her eyes. You watch them stick their tongues out at each other and feel warmth in their friendship.

“You guys didn’t make me uncomfortable. I just didn’t know what to say.” You blurt. The two of them stop goofing and look over at you. Ellie’s got a smug face. “Do you want Abby to teach you how to kiss?”

Butterflies, a swarm of them, rush to your stomach. You try not to look her up and down but your eyes betray you. Soaking in Abby’s tall muscular figure. The way her legs are spread open and wide like she’s daring you to sit in between them. Her blue eyes burning holes into your skin. Anticipating your answer. You bite your lip. “Yes.”

Abby remains composed, but Ellie’s enjoying herself way too much. Moving to the loveseat so that you and Abby can have the couch to yourselves. She looks at both of you, then at you, then at Abby, then at you again. “Wait, do you want me to go-?“

“No.” You say, a little faster than you mean to. “I mean, you don’t have to leave, if you don’t want to.”

Abbys only focused on you now. Eyeing you up and down as you scoot closer to her. “Here, get comfortable. Straddle me.”

You know Ellie’s looking. You can feel her piercing eyes on your spine. Watching your every move, examining you from behind. “Straddle?” You ask, a bit unsure. You’d read the word in a couple books, but never looked up the definition. You realized that was damning you now. Fucking up this very moment.

“Sit on my lap, facing me.” Abby guides you. “Put your legs outside my legs.”

So this was the tummy turning move you’d seen in porn. It felt as good as you’d imagined it would. Your hands latch onto Abby’s shoulders, looking into her pretty blue eyes.

“You okay?” She asks, hands gripping onto your waist to steady you. Her fingers are brushing against the skin underneath the hem of your shirt and the contact is driving you crazy. You just nod, too afraid to open your mouth, knowing your words will spill out. You’re everything but composed right now.

“Okay. Just let me know if i do anything that makes you uncomfortable.” She smiles.

You nod again, and establish an understanding. She moves a hand to the back of your neck, pulling you in, and places a soft peck on your lips. Truthfully, it wasn’t all that exciting but it sent jolts and waves of pleasure through your body. Your first kiss. She pulls away and smiles at you. “How was that?”

“Great- good. Grood.” You stammer. She chuckles a bit and you feel hot with embarrassment. “I meant to say- Fuck i don’t even know.”

She rubs at your sides, licking her lips and looking at you with low eyes. “Don’t worry about it, alright? You ready for more?”

“Yeah.” you breathe, head growing fuzzy from her touch. Her fucking touch, fuck. Gentle, but firm. Guiding you so carefully. So kindly.

“Okay. Open your mouth a little bit.” She whispers inches away from your face. “Yeah, just like that.”

You feel like you’re about to melt, a moan stuck in your throat, swallowed by the blonde. Her lips meshing with yours, guiding the kiss. The hand on your hip gripping tighter. She thrusts a bit, attempting to pull you in closer, and you whine into her mouth. This causes her to dig her nails into your skin, scratching at the tender surface.

By now, you’d forgotten Ellie was still in the room. You’d forgotten where you were, actually. Completely lost in a state of bliss. Her tongue on yours, teeth nibbling at your lip, touch making you weak.

She pulls away for air, and you remain leaning forward. Missing her lips on yours.

“Someone’s eager.” She teases. You bite your lip, scratching your nails on her scalp. “Sorry.” you breathe in a low voice. She shakes her head, tutting and rubbing your cheek. “Don’t apologize, it’s cute.”

Abby calls Ellie over, and you can feel her dip into the couch next to you both. Her cheeks are a flushed red and her eyes look fixated on you.

“Where are you the most sensitive?” Abby asks, shooting a small smile to Ellie.

“Why don’t we let me find out? Is that okay?” Ellie asks. You nod, breath growing heavy. There’s no fucking way this is real, you’re dreaming. You have to be. These two are working together to get you worked up.

You can sense Ellie behind you before you feel her hand slide under your neck. Fingertips on your chin, leaning your head to the side. She places a kiss behind your ear and it makes you shudder. “Fuck.”

They both laugh. This evil, menacing, condescending laugh and it’s making your thighs clench on Abby’s legs. “Ellie, you’re teasing the poor thing. She can’t handle it.” Abby places her hands on your thighs, spreading them apart as they were before.

“She can handle anything we give her, right?” Ellie’s moving her lips further down now. Trailing hot wet kisses down your neck, hands sliding up to grab your breasts through your shirt. You throw your head back, a soft whine escaping your lips.

“She’s so sensitive because she’s never been touched. Bet we can make her come without ever having to take her clothes off.” Abby’s hands begin sliding up and down your inner thighs. You feel a wetness pool in your underwear. “You’re probably right Abs. She’s already so worked up and we’ve barely done anything.”

Are they…mocking you? They’re fucking mocking you.

Ellie hums against your neck, hands slipping down to your leg, making you straddle Abby’s thigh. Abby places her hands back on your waist, hiking up your leg and making you grind against her.

You whine, head falling back against Ellie’s shoulder, but she offers no comfort or sanctuary. Hands kneading your tits while she leaves wet kisses on your jaw. “She’s probably soaked right now.” Ellie breathes.

Abby nods, admiring the way you give into their touch. So willing to be their fucktoy. She looks down at your crotch and hums. “She’s got a wet spot on her pants.”

“Such a shame. They look brand new. Now you’ve made a mess of yourself.”

It’s embarrassing to admit it, but you’re close now. The way your slick has covered your panties and is spreading all over your clit, Abby’s hands on your waist grinding you against her, Ellie’s mouth on you. Her hands on you. The way they’re talking about you like you’re not even there.

“I’m gonna-“ Can barely leave you lips before your climax hits you. You shake, dig your nails into Abby’s shoulder. Cry out an “Oh god, fuck!” and roll your eyes back as they help you ride your high.

Your body goes limp while you try to catch your breath. Everything is sensitive and you feel like you’d just seen stars.

“You did so good, baby.” Abby leans in to kiss you, and then Ellie behind you. “Ready for round two?”

Round what?

[donutz]

OOOO SEBASTION SOLACE X CYBORG READER WHO’S A RECKLESS, LAIDBACK ADRENALINE-JUNKIE??? :DDDDDDDDD

PRETTY PLEASEEEEE

(also do u write for block tales by chance :>)

HEHEHEHWHAHGAGAGAHRRTHG

Sebastian Solace x cyborg! reader

The Sun and the Moon

— I do in fact not write for Block Tales, but I've played it before! I also apologize for taking long to get this out, I was with my best friend for a few days ^_^

Warnings: If you want to know how Reader looks then their head is like this and their body is like this; It doesn't have to be your exact body shape, but that's just how it looks; No, the body doesn't give you your gender, you're always gender neutral in my fanfics(Unless specified in a request); Reader is 11'8, I used a wheel for that

‘Wow this place is bigger than I thought’.

You looked around, the sound of your super cool boots clanking against the ground with a deeper sound. Your (To humans) heavy right arm swinging while your left hand is gripping your hip.

Your head turning to the left and right, with a grin on your face.

“Cool!” You shouted, making a surprised face with cartoon-like pursed lips.

“I didn’t mean to say that out loud”.

The speakers cut on, a man’s voice booming throughout the site. With a slight jump, you look up at the ceiling.

‘Hm, that’s uhh. Dark’.

“Continue to move on towards the marked path”.

“What marked path?” You looked down at the floor, seeing a line of green pipes. “I don’t think that’s the path but okay”.

You wonder how that man even saw you, you’re not even a prisoner here. Well— You currently aren’t a prisoner.

Not anymore.

You’re quite the tall figure, so you had to crouch to get through the door. You found whatever was in the rooms fascinating!

At times you would run too fast and accidentally run into a wall. Being clumsy and ignoring every scream of pain. Sometimes bumping your head under a desk.

“I mean— confident chuckle, Yeah I could probably bust a pipe or two but it’s not even that bad! Just a wrench is all I need”!

“... Where could I even get a wrench”?

Door after door it was starting to get boring, minus that green shark that swam in front of the windows. 

You were pretty bored, until you stepped upon a room that was a mix of bright and dark.

‘Wow it’s even more boring in here’.

You let out an annoyed, bored, and loud sigh, exaggerating your boredom.

In the middle of your.. Sound— A vent grille shot to the other side of the room, falling into the endless hole that was on your right.

The sudden movement stops you from your groaning, your abnormal senses going through the roof.

Suddenly you can fully feel the ground beneath your feet, you can hear the distant sounds of the man from the speaker.

And suddenly you’re intrigued by what’s in the vent.

“Hey, come here”.

A wide smile spreads through your face, maybe you can find another being like you down here! Human or not, you still want to see what’s over there.

After squeezing through the tight vents, you look around the room, not seeing much.

Dang it.

You knew it would’ve been better if you had night vision!

I mean come onnn, a cat has night vision! You should too!

A light flickers on, seemingly not one from the tall ceiling. Because of the new light, your iris(Including pupils) zoom in and out.

You look up at the source of light, seeing a man, yet not a human. Maybe an experiment like you!  ██████ is where you came from. Not Urbanshade or whatever it is.

He seems to cut himself off because of your looks.

You don’t look weird right?

It could be because he’s never seen a cyborg before, that’s normal to be surprised! To be surprised at your adjusting eyes and visible pipes. 

After a few seconds of silence, you spoke up.

“Why’d you stop speaking?” You climbed out of the vent, (unnecessarily) stretching your limbs.

“I thought you were introducing yourself”?

He looked up at you, taken aback even more, from your very tall height. He immediately looked back down, tucking his side bangs behind his fins.

“W- Well I was, before I saw.. You”.

“What?! Did I shock you?! Take you by surprise?! Why thank you Sebastian”!

Oh, so you were paying attention.

You put your hands on your hips, with a smile on your face, turning your head in directions to look even more around the shop. Now that you can see.

“This is really cooolll!! You set this up?” You asked, turning back to him.

He looks downwards, his side bang falling back into his vision. Which made him quietly groan with a tch sound.

“Yes, I did. Anyways if you want to buy anything, don’t give me real cash. Currency in this shop is the data found within the drawers or lockers.” He explained, attempting to pin his side bang back only for it to fall again.

You let out an understanding noise, pulling out something from your bag.

Sebastian heard the rustling sound, and looked back at you. His (invisible)eyebrow raised out of interest.

“I have this hair clip, chuckle, I don't know why I have this since I don’t have any hair. But I want to give it to you, your side bangs seem to keep bothering you”!

You held out the white hair clip in your hand, waiting for him to take it.

“... What”?

“Uh. What do you mean ‘what’? I’m giving this to you! Y’know, for your continuously falling bangss”??

“That’s not what I meant, I mean why are you giving this to me? I just met you”.

“Oh um, I didn’t mean it that way. It’s a gift!! Take it”!

He doesn’t end up taking it from your hand, staying quiet.

“Alrighty! I’ll just place it on the desk.” Comically, an exclamation mark appears by your head, seeing the document on the table.

You point at it, looking at Sebastian.

“This yours”?

“Yes– It’s 1000 data though, so I’m not sure if you’ll be able to buy it”.

“Uhh, I’ll check in my bag”.

You dug into your bag, finding two shiny blocks.

“Here,” You hand him the two blocks, “My system tells me this is equal to 1000 data”.

His mouth hangs partly open, a few blinks, and he takes the data from your hands. He checks out the blocks, looking at them from different angles.

You take the documents and almost open it, oh yeah, consent. That’s a thing that everybody needs to be concerned about.

“Are you okay with me reading this in front of you”?

He looks at you, confused.

“What”?

“That’s your second what of the day. Do you give me your consent to read this in front of youuu”!!

“.. Yes that’s fine”.

It’s like you glowed from your smile, looking back at the file.

After a few minutes, you close the thin folders.

“I find it cool that you’re an experiment too”.

.. THAT’S THE FIRST THING YOU SAY??

He would’ve thought you’d talk about him killing somebody, or- or the fact that he was once a human.

Wait did you say too?

“I mean– I wasn’t a human but I am an experiment. I wasn’t made by Urbanshade though I was made by  ██████. I’m glad we have something in common”.

Your mood switches in a second.

“THAT’S REALLY COOL!! YOU GOT ANYMORE INFORMATION YA WANNA TELL ME?! I WANNA HEAR”!!!

“I MEAN, I WOULD KILL THOSE SCIENTISTS TOO IF I WERE YOU.  HAH! YOU’RE SO COOL!! CAN WE BE FRIENDS”?!?!

Oh goodness.

I tried to fit in the adrenaline junkie at the end, I completely forgot about it.

[miijiu]

Hello, sorry for the long text and for using English, my Chinese isn't good enough to write to you properly.

I wanted to thank you for always writing your thoughts about Silvaze ⚪🟣 and expressing your reasoning and/or passion behind the two. My favourite Sonic game story has always been 06, but the difficulty in finding others who also find love in the story due to the memes and universal hate (which I believe to be from of the lack of understanding of the themes and narrative) makes it rather lonely.

I'm glad to hear you share the same thoughts that ⚪ is essentially a "shonen protagonist" as he's the one who wants to become a hero for others (versus 🔵 who fights for what he likes, and ⚫ who fights against what he dislikes). ⚪ Thinks about the morality of it all; one of my favourite things is that... He didn't hesitate in killing 🔵 at first, even mocking 🔵, yet when 🌹 protects 🔵...!! Because ⚪ spent time with 🌹, he re-evaluates the situation and wonders if it's the right thing to do! His earnesty and kind-heart is what separates him from 🟣!! Where 🟣 says "you're so naive" (I do think it's better if it was localised as "you're too soft" due to the double meaning of naive...) as 🟣 believes they cannot miss their chance to change the future. I love how ⚪🟣's obligations ties them together yet their differences still show... And that's what 🟣 likes about ⚪: his kind heart. Even in the end when 🟣 sacrifices herself, I find it interesting the English doesn't seem to have this line: "you should be prepared to make sacrifices", where it highlights ⚪🟣's differences; 🟣 is willing to go to the extremes, and ⚪ believes there's always another way, a kinder way, a better solution where everyone can win. It's why ⚪ is hope.

... Sorry, I ended up rambling unnecessarily.

I'm just very thankful you express such love for 06 and the writing, and also bring your understanding of the characters to light as it helps people like me realise we're not alone in this thinking. It must be difficult to express these thoughts publicly as the cultural difference and fanon skews the representation largely causing discourse or arguments which are entirely biased, yet you preserve and persist, and you create and share, thank you so so much 🤍💜

This means so much.

I dont answer to tumblr questions in general. but your words r really heartwarming and I hope you dont mind me sharing.

I relates to what u said. some of ur wording and understandings even capture the very essense of their characterazations that I found difficult to express.

I rlly like how you interpret the 🦔"naivety" as "kindness". I think that works enough to convey the subtext of the original language, and showing Silver's character arc in 06.

Thank you so much.🙏🤍💜

[hollaforlyla]

R we all getting back into ninjago all of a sudden lolol ? I saw ur post asking for requests and was wondering if you could write something abt Cole (or any of the other ninjas idc!!) reacting to his gf baking him something ?? If u don’t like the idea then maybe something abt them baking together ! (ᵔᗜᵔ) 🍰

life is sweeter with you: cole x female!reader !!

uhmuhmuhn i kinda messed this up because i made the reader and cole CONFESS their love for each other instead of already being in love...i hope that's okay!! : [

readers pronouns: she/her, but they are barely used.

relationship: crushing to dating

a/n: this is unnecessarily too long for no reason...also this isn't proof read, sorry for any spelling mistakes! ending was rushed

"what are you doing?"

you hummed at the question asked to you from the blue ninja, who was seated at the table in the kitchen. he watched as you carefully dumped a cup of flour into the mixer.

"baking a cake for co-me!!." you stated bluntly── thinking the question jay had asked you was stupid. "what does it look like im doing?"

jay poked the inside of his cheek with his tounge, his eyes squinting at you; "since did you bake?"

he, along with the rest of the ninja, have known you for a while, and a while since the tournament of elements. man, that was a time. they would have never met you, cole never would have met you if it wasn't for master chen's invitation.

you don't understand why your heart beats faster when you're around him. sure you've had crushes before, but they were old middle school crushes! you guess it's because you're growing up, you understand your feelings more? you weren't fully sure. what you did know for sure was you were head over heels for the master of earth!

you tried many ways to get cole to notice you. you tried harder in training exercises, you tried different styles; which only led to him complimenting you instead of getting closer than you want him to be.

until it hit you.

what's one thing cole loves? his friends?

.

okay what are two things cole loves?

of course! how can you be so dumb?? it's cake! his mother used to bake him cakes ever since he was little. he loves them! what's one way to get closer to him than through what he loves, baked goods!?

you turned on the mixer after mixing in the eggs and placed your hands on your hips, turning on your heel to face the lighting ninja.

"uh, since now?"

he scoffed at your response; "i've never seen you near an oven, y/n── do you even know the first step of baking?"

you gave the brown haired boy a confused look, "and you do? last time you were in the kitchen you set the stove on fire and burned our entire dinner! you can't be talking!"

jay mimicked you silently, crossing his arms thinking of another comeback.

he grinned suddenly; "i'm gonna tell cole you like him!"

you whip your head back at the boy as you turn off the mixture, ready to pour it into the cake pan until he says that. "walker, don't you dare! i've had this whole thing planned out!!"

the blue ninja slams his hand on the wooden table and laughs;

"AHA! so you do like him!"

oh. oh, you dug right into that one. curse jay and being a master at forcing the truth out of people unknowingly. you rolled your eyes, pouring the cake mix into the pan.

"so what if i do? it's not like he likes me back..." you went quiet for a brief moment before you smiled softly, opening the oven and gently putting the pan on the hot rack.

"but..but this is the last thing i can do..to get him to notice me, i mean? i know he likes cake, so this is the perfect idea!"

jay didn't hear what you hear at the end, and as you kept rambling he cocked an eyebrow up.

did cole lie to him just to get him to shut up?

──flashback a couple days ago── 🩷🍰

"cole..cole...cole.. boulder brain......cooollllleeee." jay whispered softly in coles ear, who was sitting peacefully on the couch playing prome empire but of course, jay out of all people just had to be bored out of his mind now and he was the only at the monestary.

why did everyone else had to be gone; like out of all days!

"JAY!" cole shouts, glaring daggers at the blue ninja who giggled at his reaction. "you didn't answer my question~" the ninja in blue sang, wiggling his eyebrows.

cole's eyes rolled back to the TV screen, a small blush formed on his cheeks but he hid it behind his tone of voice; "what are you even talking about?"

jay frowns, taking a seat beside his best friend and nudged his arm; "you know damn well, dude! do you have a crush on y/n or not?!"

cole fact did hear what jay asked him before, he just didn't have the guts to tell him how he truly felt about them.

he sighed, fingers tapping rapidly against the game controls.

"why do you care so much?"

"I'M YOUR BEST FRIEND! you have to tell me these things, man!" he shook his arm, causing his chapter to get shot and die. he grunts out of anger, and pushes jay away and pouts.

"ah, thanks jay! now i lost my streak!"

jay rolled his eyes, "you can easily get it back! now answer me, brookstone!"

cole groaned, already sick and tired of jay.

"yes, yes i like her! you know what, I LOVE HER, okay? now── im gonna take a nap..."

──

"are you even listening to me?" you stopped talking noticing jay had zoned out. "huh?" he shook his head out of his trance hearing your voice.

you pout, "nothing. it doesn't matter! the cake will be done in 30mins── call me when the stove beeps, kay?" you handed a towel as you walked past him slowly; making your way somewhere. jay assumes your bedroom.

he watches you leave the kitchen with a frown on his face. you liked cole back? of course, how can he be so blind? all you were ever doing was just trying to get cole to see you the way you see him!

HE KNEW IT!

he decided to sit on the table and glare at the cake through the oven window, watching it and the small timer tick down ever so slowly.

──30mins later──

"uhm. jay?" a certain black haired ninjas voice made jay jump and look to the entrance to see his friend, cole. "COLE!" he grinned; pushing his chair away from the stove he sat on the table and smiled at him.

"what── what were you doing?" cole asked until he thought about it, "you know what, i don't think it's my business. have you seen my game controller? kai borrowed while zane repairs his own, but he lost it..." cole silently curses kai as he regrets giving the controller to the red ninja who can't even find his clothes have the time in the morning.

jay pucks his lips as he shook his head. "nope! but i have an idea── i'll get kai and i to look for your controller.." he stood up quickly, suddenly spawning behind cole who jumped slightly.

jay started to push him toward the oven and sat him down on the chair he previously sat at. "can you take this cake out of the oven for? i was told it was for you anyways, so..."

as jay walked away, cole blinked a couple times in confusion.

"wait── who made me?-"

"love you bro, byyeeeee!!" and the blue ninja was gone. cole sat in front of the oven confused and squints through the mirror.

the cake seemed to have puffed and turn a bit black around the edges. it was burning. he panicked and grabbed the oven mit close to the oven and took the cake...placing the pan gently on the stove top.

turning off the oven, he was instantly for the scent of the cake. chocolate cake. his favorite!

he assumed at first zane made this cake, for tonight's dessert. until he remembered jay was here. no offense to jay, but Zane would never leave jay alone by a stove while it's on AND u supervised.

he didn't know anyone else who baked, as far as he knew of. maybe it you or nya....he blinked at the thought of the cake being made by you...but jay said it was for him.

could he have just been saying that?

as much as he wanted the answers, all this thinking was making his stomach rumble.

──

"damn you, jay!" you stomped along the halls of the monestary toward the kitchen, cursing jay for not getting you when you had asked him too.

he probably forgot and ended up playing video games or something. you swore, the next time you say him you were going to give him a piece of──

you stopped in your tracks to see none other than cole sitting at the kitchen table...munching on the cake you have told jay to keep an eye on for you.

you blinked a couple of times, not realizing cole had greeted you with a "hey, y/n!" and a heart-warming smile. he looked at you then back at the cake; "was-was this yours?"

"NO! i mean- yeah, but..it wasn't for me!"

cole pieces the two together, noticing you play with the hem of your ninja gi. you smilie softly, leaning back in his seat── "so you were the one who left jay alone by a oven that was on?"

you rolled your eyes, "well- i gave him one job and that was to let me know when the timer beeped! learned the lesson.."

there was a second of silence before cole offered you to sit with him.

slowly you made your way to him, sitting beside him as he handed you a fork. upon taking it, you blushed. he took another bite of the cake, "why didn't you tell me you knew'd how to bake?"

you took a second to respond, "i learned for you."

"for me?"

you nod, your cheeks flushed pink as you fiddled with the fork.

he took another bite of the cake, "you should try it. you did a great job. here."

you felt a tap on your shoulder and looking back you saw him hold his fork up to your mouth.

you shut your lips tight and looked at your own fork. he blushed before stuttering, "oh- right. sorry, here-" he took your fork and took a small bite of cake from the actual pan and held it back to your mouth as previous.

you slowly opened your mouth as he fed you the cake you made. you had to admit, it wasn't actually that bad for the first time. you can thank zane for the recipe book he gifted you.

your eyes lit up, "man, that..that's actually really good!"

he nods smiling, "you should bake more often!"

you shrugged a laugh, "i mean..if-if you want me to! i can try to bake cupcakes next time!"

he laughed and places the forks down on the napkin beside his hand; "sounds like a date!"

you blushed. "what?"

cole suddenly blushed, pulling his hand away from your hand that was slowly leaning close to your own.

"i-mean..sounds fun! if-if you want, can i join next time? you-can uh- teach me a couple of things or two?"

"uhm. yeah-yeah, of course!!"

.

you both were quiet for the next couple of moments before you opened your mouth to speak again, "cole..." he hummed in response, taking another bite of the cake.

"listen. i'm...not really sure what i'm saying, but i know how i feel."

cole pauses, listening to what you have say.

"── your a really nice guy! your funny, strong, open minded- and you care for people a lot! i can't help but feel more happy around you- does that make sense? i don't know how to put this without it sounding weird- but....i like you, cole! the only reason i baked this cake was because i was hoping you felt the same way! i wa t to be your girlfriend, cole, and-and i get it if you don't like me back and want to continue to be friends──"

"i like you too.."

"── i have problem being friends with you if it means we can still-"

you cut yourself off...hearing his words over your own suddenly.

you looked back at the ninja who locked eyes with you. you blushed, taking the fork off the table and took another large bite of the cake.

cole chuckled, seeing the crumbs fall from your mouth and to your lap.

your eyes go back from him and the table as you spoke with a mouth full of cake, "does this mean we-i mean do you want to- are we?"

cole takes the napkin and wipes the crumbs off your mouth as he smiled at you, "i would love to, y/n."

you felt your eyes sparkle and gleam, another soft smile formed on his face; "you still want to go on that cupcake date, sweetheart?"

[rougepancake]

CAN YOU DO THE (adult) FEMALE DEMON SLAYER CHARACTERS WITH 86, GENRE SMUT OBVI🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏

It’s pride month u better accept

OH OH OH YES 💪💪

Prompt 86- “Don’t be shy now, sit on my face.”

Ft. Kocho Shinobu, Mitsuri Kanroji, Hinatsuru Makio & Suma, Lady Tamayo

Warnings: Cunnilingus, Oral (f!receiving) (duh-), duh con, first time in Mitsuri’s, weird demon hormones in Tamayo’s, Afab!Reader (no real pronouns used, just female anatomy). Mdni, I will block you if you do. Also not proofread because I’m too silly for them rules.

KOCHO SHINOBU

“Oh I don’t know Kocho, now’s not the time and I’m really not feeling tha-“

“Love, I don’t really care.” Shinobu smiled, her hands neatly folded in her lap as she sat across from you. She looked so unnecessarily calm, which meant she was planning something. “You’re a horrible liar anyways, so just let me relieve your stress already.”

“Kocho.” You said sternly, your lips forming in a pout. This argument had been going on for roughly an hour, where Shinobu would bring up the idea of eating you out and you’d decline because you’d ‘had a long day’.

But Shinobu was right- you were a terrible liar.

While you had missed her while she was away, Shinobu had the tendency to get a little… carried away.

“Y/n…” She returned your serious stare, getting up and slowly moving to where you sat on the couch. Slowly and teasingly, she pulled off her butterfly haori and began to unbutton her corps uniform. She leaned back and propped herself up on her elbows, her hair falling down into her face making her look ten times sexier than usual.

“Dear god Kocho.” You rolled your eyes, your face flushed as you began to strip yourself of your clothes. “You’re relentless.”

“Can you blame me?” She whispered seductively, her eyes taking in every inch of your body. “I’ve missed you so much love.”

You scoffed and crossed your arms over your chest stubbornly, pouting at her slightly. “You see this? You’re so mean to me.” You cracked a smile and slowly crawled over to her.

“Hush and hurry up.” She reached out and put her hands on your waist, her grip harsh. You huffed and placed your thighs on either side of her face, hesitant to sit down fully. Her hands moved from your waist to your thighs, forcing you to put your weight on her.

“Don’t be shy love, sit on my face.” She smirked into your skin and buried herself in your cunt.

MITSURI KANROJI

She brought it up a while back, explaining shyly how she wanted to sit on your face and have you taste her that way. But she was incredibly nervous since she wasn’t exactly petite, and while it sounds far fetched, she was worried about you suffocating or something.

“So about you sitting on my face.” You stated bluntly as she crawled into your shared bed. Mitsuri’s face flushed a bright shade of red and she swallowed thickly, avoiding your gaze and sitting on the edge of the bed.

“O-Oh you want to do that…?” She nervously ran a hand through her hair, internally cursing herself for being so nervous at the thought.

You rolled over onto your side, placing a comforting hand on her shoulder. She slowly looked over at you, giving you an anxious smile.

“We don’t have to if you don-“

“I want to.” She interrupted, turning quickly to look you in your eyes, her face mere inches away from your own.

You chuckled and rolled onto your back, pulling her close to you.

“Well don’t be a stranger darling, sit on my face.” You placed your hands on her thighs and helped her put her weight onto you.

Oh boy was she glad she suggested that.

HINATSURU, MAKIO, & SUMA

Oh they’re evil. All three of them. They gang up on you while Tengen is away for business (demon slaying ain’t easy folks), since you’re their favorite little housemaid.

Makio is the most cruel though, and she sure does love picking on you. Watching you do your job just isn’t enough for her, and she likes to sneak up behind you and wrap her arms around you, her body grinding up against yours as she whispers the WORST things into your ear.

If anything, she’s the one that wants you the most out of the three.

And here you are, standing in their shared bedroom in front of her, dressed fully in uniform while she lays down onto the futon, smirking as you make eye contact. She motions you forward and suddenly the other wives come in, gently pushing you forward.

They keep saying that they’ll take good care of you, and it’s not like you’re worried about I then hurting you… you’re just incredibly anxious. You’ve never been intimate with someone like this before, since you’ve been working as long as you remember, you haven’t really had time for any of that.

“Do you want us to help you undress..?” Hinatsuru whispered sweetly, giving you a soft smile as you stood over Makio’s nude form.

“No. The maid outfit stays on.” Makio interrupted, and Suma chuckled quietly behind you. Her hands snaked their way up to behind your knees, pushing slightly so your knees would buckle and you would land on her.

She pushed your panties aside as the other two draped their arms around you, giggling here and there.

“There’s no need to be shy, just sit on my face already.” Makio gripped your thighs and pulled you down, and you moaned loudly as she began to eat you out like you were her last meal.

Hinatsuru and Suma’s hands trailed along your body, looking for your sensitive spots as you rode Makio’s face.

It was pure bliss.

LADY TAMAYO

“Tamayo? Is that you?” You carefully turned on the light, revealing the figure in your doorway.

She looked rough, her hair messy and her chest heaving slightly. Without a word, she walked over to you and crawled onto your bed. Her eyes refused to look anywhere but yours as she got closer, and you noticed that her face was flushed slightly.

Could she be sick?

No she doesn’t get sick…

“Y/n, my love.” She panted weakly, desperation shining in her eyes. “I need to feel you.” Tamayo smiled up at you, her body lowering down onto your bed as she awaited you.

You offered her a kind smile and went to take off her kimono, but she stopped you, her eyes shining seriously.

“No. I need to taste you.” She was incredibly straightforward, her fingers beckoning you to come closer. “I want you to sit on my face. Full force. I need you.” She sounded incredibly out of breath, and that’s when you realized that she must be in some form of heat.

“Are you su-“

“I wouldn’t have said it if I wasn’t sure.” She retorted, her fingers twitching as if she wanted nothing more than to tear your clothes from your body and ravish you. “Now.” Her lips curled into a small smirk. “Don’t be shy. Get over here and sit on my face already.”

[thelikesoffinn]

Bro why do u hate ascended Asterion so much? He's still asterion

Would you believe me if I told you that I actually don't hate ascended Astarion? Because I really don't!

Now, do I think it's a sad ending? Yes, yes I do. But do I hate it? Absolutely not.

Quite the opposite, actually. I do like the ascended ending for what it is - the bad ending. It's really really well written and I do enjoy it in it's own special way. What I don't like, however, is the attitude a lot of people face it with.

This entire 'ascension is the best ending for him' and 'it's the right choice for him, even if it isn't good'. 'not letting him ascend is selfish because that is what he wants!', 'he still loves you after ascension' and 'he's still the same, just strong' is what I dislike.

Like, if you're into that ending and you prefer it for some reason, that's totally cool, but claiming this is the best ending for him? Damn, that hurts my heart and my soul.

Why I can't even say. Maybe it's because of who I am - both a social worker and a child raised by abusive, narcissistic parents - but to me it's glaringly obvious what ascension will cost him. It's so clear what he is giving up and WHY he is giving it up because, in my own way, I've been there myself. And I've worked with people who've been there as well. (Less murderous, obviously, but equally as self-destructive!)

And because I've been there - on both sides, his and Tav's - I know that none of that will be necessary if there's one person next to him that says 'Hey. Astarion, I know you're hurting but...you don't need to run and hide anymore. You're free and...you're enough.'

So everytime someone claims that ascension is the best ending for him, that it's his good ending and that not letting him ascend is the selfish thing to do, oh boy. It really grinds my gears!

But, in the end, I don't hate the ascended ending at all.

If we're talking companion-endings that I hate, I'd personally propose Karlach choosing death, actually! Because that? That's just unnecessarily dumb.

I know she doesn't want to go back and I know why, I really do, but the thing is...It won't be like before. Things have already changed and they will keep on changing from now on. She's a different Karlach already, so the change is unavoidable! I mean, she's not working for Zariel anymore and, even more importantly: She won't be alone! She has friends now, actual friends that would definitely accompany her if she asked them to. Shit, Wyll even offers it up on his own without being asked! She can come back to the surface from time to time, because it seems like her heart can take periods outside of Avernus as long as she returns once it get's bad. Like, shit, make the House of Hope your homebase, girl! Granted, Hope is a bit ditzy but I'm sure she'll be a joy to be around! And it doesn't even need to be forever! Like, come on, we're already trying to make sure that a fucking vampire can walk in the sun without the use of a tadpole or ascension, I'm sure we can all pencil in 'find a new heart for babygirl' or whatever. And there's Dammon!!! Dammon is smart and talented and unnecessarily handsome and lovable, so he'll surely find a way to fix that darn engine as long as she's alive!

So yeah, that's an ending I actually do hate! Maybe because it feels like conversations I have with clients all the time - scared people and people with trauma can be so extremely stubborn, believe it or not - so it just hits a nerve, haha.

(Oh and I also hate Lae'zel's ascension. The girl is so smart and still doesn't notice how full of shit Vlaakith is? Nah, that's just heresy, I won't accept that one. I know loyalty and morals are a thing, but still no. Blegh.)

[gooeyringtown]

Can you do a head canon on Barbie/Gloria in the same verse as the movie? Like they are a couple because OBVI, but with your interpretation on...

who wakes up first?

who is most protective?

who is quick to jealousy?

who is the big spoon?

yes absolutely!! i did quite a lot LMAO so i'm gonna put a little cut-off

*slight nsfw warning for some

who wakes up first? : gloria, usually. barbie is a HEAVYY sleeper and snores very softly and gloria thinks it's very cute.

who is most protective? : both. gloria primarily because barbie is new (at first) to the world and she knows how unnecessarily nasty some people can be. barbie is protective in the sense that she carefully watches how everybody speaks to and treats gloria, especially considering the fact that she knows how futile gloria can sometimes feel.

who is quick to jealousy? : both. but more-so barbie. she has big feelings and they're quick to get the best of her (gloria thinks it's hot)

who is the big spoon? : i love this one and i think barbie would be, even though she's the more gentle one. she loves the idea of being big and strong and protective over gloria, and gloria would adore it sm

who is more affectionate: barbie in public. gloria in private. (she's a huge softie for barbie and 100% always seeks her out for cuddles or a kiss on the cheek, or hand-holding, etc. especially after a day at work and EXTRA when barbie is being cute. which is always.)

who's most likely to apologize after an argument: gloria. i think they're both very rational, but barbie is a bit more stubborn and also an overthinker, so it can be tough to gather up her thoughts and feelings. by the time she wants to apologize, gloria already has.

who makes the first move and how?: both. but gloria starts it. she gets home from a really long, tiring day at work, remembering that sasha had mentioned a project she needed help on, and she's just exhausted. she walks into the house, though, to see barbie at the dining table helping sasha with said-project, nearly finished. dinner's also made on the stove. barbie beams at her and welcomes her home, giving her a big hug and gushing excitedly about how she and sasha worked so hard. sasha goes upstairs to put her stuff away, and barbie has pencil stains on her hand and face, her hair a little windswept, and she looks so simple and so perfect, and gloria says "kiss me." so barbie does.

who is the most insecure and what makes them feel better?: gloria. she doesn't mean to be; she just has some of those days once in a while where everything can feel so difficult. she usually feels better with some alone time. barbie is very understanding of that and loves to set up gloria's home studio with some art supplies and candles and books just in case gloria wants to spend some time in there. she'll also make her some tea/coffee if gloria feels like it

who is the most romantic?: barbie. she is very silly at first as she gets the hang of it (she nearly gets arrested again for trespassing on private property to pick some of gloria's favorite flowers from a garden) but that woman is a LOVERBOY

who can’t keep their hands to themselves?: depends which way… if u mean generally touchy, barbie. if u mean in the saucy way, GLORIA.

who says ‘I love you’ first?: barbie. she says it very passively bc she thought it was obvious, and gloria cries. barbie is kind of like 🧍🏼‍♀️

what do they get up to on a night out?: i feel like they'd love to go to a pottery class where they make stuff for each other. or an arcade. but mainly i think they'd LOVE to go to one of those places where they give you a cake that's already made/baked and you just decorate it. they'd have so much fun and afterwards they'd probably stay up late at home, eating it in the kitchen and just talking for hours

who is more likely to attend the PTA meetings?: barbie

who cried the most at graduation?: BARBIE LMAO. SHE WAS SOBBING.

who is more likely to bail the child(ren) out of trouble with the law?: barbie bc she's like 'i've been there, girl.'

what do they like in bed?: barbie likes to be rough sometimes. she also has a thing for gloria whimpering/moaning right into her ear. little bit of a thing for size. and riding. gets super turned on when gloria gets off on her stomach. gloria likes a bit of dirty talk. queen of giving head. lovessss whispering against barbie's lips while she fingers her slowly. has a thing for marks/bruises, espeically leaving them. teasing/edging barbie is her favorite thing, to the point where barbie gets insanely frustrated (sometimes it results in her getting extra rough and flipping them over)

did any of their friends or family want them to get together?: yes. pretty much everybody. gloria's family thinks barbie is absolutely adorable and they could see how much happier gloria became with her around. sasha, ofc, is barbiegloria's biggest shipper but has to be cool about it

who felt romantic feelings first?: ok i think the obvious answer would be barbie, but i hc it as both. though gloria's were much more level and she was like "fuck." and internally panicked and tried to approach it reasonably, whereas barbie was like OH MY GODDDD IM IN LOVE ����🥹🥹💘 SHE'S THE LOVE OF MY LIFEEEEEE

did either of them try to resist their feelings?: yes. gloria mainly because she feared the change would be too drastic for sasha and couldn't help but imagine if things didn't work out, how messy it could become

what would their lives be like if they had never met?: barbie would be that packaged box of perfection, but without substance and completely superficial. she would have never known imperfection and the joys of being human and the immeasurable beauty in all the mundane things like reading a book, trying a new food, hearing a pretty song. gloria would be lost to the feeling of those impossible standards and spend her life never being free. never feeling good enough. they truly do liberate one another

were they each other’s first anything (kiss, relationship, etc.)?: gloria was barbie's first everything. barbie was gloria's first love, and the only true one. also the one that outlived and outshined all the others

what’s their height difference? age difference?: gloria is 5'1 and barbie is 5'10 idc. barbie is like 34/35 and gloria is 37

who whispers inappropriate things in the other’s ear?: gloria into barbie's ear, all the time. but once barbie starts doing it, she LOVESSS it. she's so cheeky. and gloria is always death staring her bc she knows damn well they can't do anything

what kind of nicknames do they call each other?: gloria calls barbie honey, mi amor, baby. barbie calls gloria love/my love, babe, and baby also.

who remembers the little things?: barbie mostly.

who’s the stricter parent?: gloria

who worries the most?: gloria. because barbie can be very not careful with some things (like she's still understanding the concept of fire being very hot)

who kills the bugs in the house?: barbie. but she feels bad about it later on and stays up thinking about it sometimes

how do they celebrate holidays?: with gloria's family!

who’s more likely to convince the other to come back to sleep in the morning?: barbieeeee. gloria can't resist that pout and sleepy face

Who’s the better cook?: gloria. her cooking skills are AMAZINGGGGG

who likes to dance?: gloria!! she loves dancing and is great at it omg. that woman can MOVE. she always makes barbie dance with her at family events or any parties where there's music and a dancefloor

bonus random hcs i have written down:

barbie is very athletic and plays beach volleyball and does karate. she works CRAZY hard to get her purple belt, all so she can let sasha have it because that's sasha's favorite color

barbie grows her own roses to make gloria a bouquet for mother's day

gloria teaches barbie how to swim. (barbie has to wear those little kid floaties)

barbie takes her youtube videos very seriously and will be up at like 1am watching a 45 minute video on some shit like how a gecko hatches or something. she'll bump gloria like 'babe look' even though gloria is asleep

they have a little thing they do where they get those paint-by-number sets and do them together. they're collecting them<33

sasha makes barbie do the fire noodle challenge (barbie is sick for like a day)

when barbie gets her first cut/scab, sasha gets her a band-aid and barbie tears up and is all like 'thank you so much sasha. it's beautiful' while petting the band-aid

sasha is like wtf

barbie learns about mood rings and thinks they're actually magical and is so excited to wear it

sasha is like 'i'm gonna tell her it's all based on temperature.' and gloria is all 'no you're not!!'

sasha is a d&d fiend on the dl and barbie asks her about it one day

they proceed to nerd out together

barbie becomes ENAMORED with dragons

barbie and gloria have a shared journal and they take turns writing in it every night before bed

they also have their own book club where they read a book together (barbie especially loves it bc gloria usually reads a chapter or two for them before bed while barbie lays hugging gloria's stomach and gloria plays with her hair.)

ok that's all for now... if i think of any more hcs, i'll make a separate post/pt.2 ☺️

thank you sm for the ask! i hope you like these!!🩷

[hannibals-favourite-meal]

sooo I have this idea, for Sam Winchester where (gn) reader does something stupid (up 2 u) and Sam gets rlly mad and they don’t talk for a while, but Dean and them are still in contact and go on hunt together every once in a while. Sam finds out (reader gets srsly injured) and you can end it how you see fit!

-💋

.⋆｡Risks and Rewards｡⋆.

Sam Winchester x plus size reader

You take risks on hunts, it’s what you do but this time, the risk was greater than the reward

Warnings: gn reader, injuries, angst, arguments, hunt gone wrong, bleeding out, reader is called beautiful, mutual pining, deathbed confessions, major character death, still a happy ending tho (you’ll see)

WC: 2k

Minors DNI

Library- @hannibals-favourite-meal-library

“I can’t believe you!” Sam’s voice partially shook the very foundation of the safe house you had just barely made it back to. “I can’t believe you would do something so fucking stupid!” His hair is sticking up in a million different directions as a combination of dried blood and utter frustration.

“If it wasn’t for what I did, you both would be dead by now!” You shouted back but winced as you pulled at the hastily done stitches on your side. Dean’s arm, which was the only thing keeping you upright, tightened around your waist.

“Can we save this for later, maybe when we’re not all exhausted and hurt?”

“No!” You and Sam retorted at the same time. 

“There were way too many fucking vamps for you to handle alone, it was easy pickings for them!” Dean attempted to guide you to the single bedroom at the back of the cabin but you shook him off with a glare. “I did what either one of you would have done in that situation.”

Sam breathed heavily through his nose, the vein in his forehead bulging with anger. “You turned yourself into bait! You had no plan, no weapons, and no backup. You’re lucky that Dean got to his machete in time.” 

“I had it handled!” Pain ricocheted through your body as you tried to stay standing without any support and you felt the hot trickle of blood leak down onto your hip. 

“You were impaled!” 

“I was fine! I had them right where I wanted them.”

“So you wanted three vamps to be practically dogpiled on top of you while you bled out?” The question was rhetorical but you answered anyway.

“Yes! Three vamps on me meant that you both only had to deal with one each. It’s basic fucking math Samuel.” 

“You fucking-“

“Alright that’s enough!” Dean finally interjected. “It’s been a long hard day and we’re all a bit wound up. We can have a more rational conversation in the morning once we’ve all gotten some rest. So Sam, go clean yourself up and I’ll get some food ready. And you-“ He turned to you with a harsh look. “-You go sit down cause it looks like you’re about to pass out.”

Sam’s jaw clenched and his eyes flicked to you but he quickly looked away. “Fine.” He grumbled and stomped off to the bathroom, his duffle bag in hand. You flinched when the door slammed shut. Dean gingerly cupped your face like a father would to their child and wiped away a tear you hadn’t noticed rolling down your cheek.

“He didn’t mean it, he just got scared.” You scoffed.

“Go make your food Dean.” You knew you were being unnecessarily harsh to your friend but you were still too angry and hurt to act rationally. He sighed and stepped back.

He pointed to the couch. “Sit, I’ll take a look at those stitches when I’m done.” But as Dean turned away to the kitchen, you didn’t go to the couch, instead you grabbed your car keys from the side table and quietly hobbled out the door.

When Sam had finally finished his shower and redressed in clean clothes, he was considerably calmer. He knew you were right, that they needed a distraction to kill all those vamps but when he saw you- metal pipe through your side with three huge vampires trying to get a bite at you, his heart stopped. 

Sighing, he looked at his reflection in the small mirror above the sink. Your blood that had covered his hands was washed away but he could still feel it staining his skin. He had been on the edge of tears as he stitched you up in the back seat of his brother’s car but those tears had evaporated into anger when you doubled down on your actions.

You were reckless and stupid and gone.

Sam stepped back into the main room of the cabin and immediately noticed there was one less person. The wide open door to the bedroom showed that it was empty and with Dean in the kitchen, there was nowhere else you could be. “Dean, where are they?”

His brother immediately froze, gaze darting to the couch before looking out the window and seeing that your car was conveniently gone. “Son of a bitch.”

——————

It was the silence that was killing you. You could hear everything, the few animals that scurried around in the forest that surrounded you, the wind rustling the leaves in the branches overhead, the sound of your blood as it poured from the huge slash in your abdomen.

You knew no help was coming because you were alone.

You couldn’t feel the pain anymore and you supposed you were grateful for that. “At least it’s a clear night.” You murmured to yourself as you turned your gaze upwards to look at the stars. It was dumb to go hunt a wendigo alone but you were still mad and you had a point to prove. Although, since you hadn’t talked to him in nearly three months, Sam wouldn’t actually know that you won the argument but it was enough for you to prove him wrong without him knowing.

But now, now you want to be wrong. You would give anything to hear his voice just one more time, even if it was because he was yelling at you. 

It took all of your remaining strength to reach into your pocket for your phone, praying that it wasn’t cracked as you switched it back on. The bright screen illuminated your face. There was a text from Dean and one from Garth that obscured the photo in the background, the photo of you and your boys at the Grand Canyon.

With trembling fingers, you scrolled to Sam’s contact, his name surrounded by childish hearts like you were a middle schooler with a crush. His photo was one you took in secret, a candid shot of him reading a massive book. He was hunched over and his brown hair uncombed but his eyes shone in the dim light of the Bunker’s library. You hesitated over the call button.

The ringing of your phone overpowered all other sounds in the forest and you were grateful for the reprieve from the quiet. “Sam’s phone.” Dean’s voice echoed through the small clearing, slightly broken and muffled because of the poor cell service.

“Hey Dee.” You smiled, biting back a whimper of pain as you spoke. 

“Hey kid! It’s been a minute, you ok?” There was a brief pause as you summoned up the courage to lie to one of your closest friends.

“Yeah- yeah I’m good. Do you think you could get Sam for me? I wanted to talk to him.” 

“Course. Hey Sammy, phone for you!” Dean shouted and you could vaguely hear Sam yelling back at him ‘stop answering my phone jerk!’. There was a brief scuffle and then a new voice, one that immediately soothed the burn of your injuries and set your soul at ease.

“Hi.” He said as Dean retorted with a fond ‘bitch’. There was a thud and then the line went quiet for a second. “Sorry, you know how Dean is.”

You chuckled and blood dripped down from the corner of your lips. “Yeah I do.” There was a beat, an awkward silence falling over you. “Hey Sam-“

“I’m sorry.” He interrupted you. “You were right, and I’m sorry for yelling at you, you just really scared me. I don’t want to lose you, I lo-,” his voice became thick and he cleared his throat, “You’re important to me and I want to keep you safe.”

Your eyelids fluttered as tears began to build along your waterline. “I’m sorry too, I was being reckless, I just thought it was our best bet.” You tried to readjust your body on the cold ground but hissed as pain exploded through your stomach.

“Are you- fuck are you hurt?” The panic in Sam’s voice was like being doused in cold water. Suddenly the blissful fog you were floating in, that was undoubtedly shock, drifted away and everything crashed back into you.

“No no I’m fine.” You attempted to calmly reply but it came out as more of a sob. 

“Where are you?” You could hear the jingling of keys and thundering footsteps. You laughed tearfully.

“Nowhere you could get to in time. Just talk to me please, I want to hear your voice one more time.” The sounds stopped but he didn’t speak again. “Please Sam, do this one last thing for me.” 

He took in a shuddery breath. “Don’t do this. Tell me where you are.” His voice wavered and you knew he was close to tears.

“Sam-“

“Tell me.” 

“You fucker.” You huffed. “Montana, Custer National Park. Don’t know my exact coordinates.” Your legs were cold, far colder than they should have been considering it was August.

“Keep talking to me.” He spoke into the phone and then turned and yelled into the Bunker, calling for his brother and Cas. “C’mon let me hear your beautiful voice.”

“You think my voice is beautiful?” Your heart jumped even as you felt it slowing down.

“I think all of you is beautiful.” Tears rolled down your temples, wetting the dirt beneath your head. You sniffled and clutched your phone even tighter.

“You’re beautiful too. Most beautiful man 've ever met.” Your words started to slur together but you kept talking, just like he asked. You would do anything he asked. “Got those big hazel eyes nd nice hair. Never told you but you made me nervous when we first met. You were so big and you were frowning but then you smiled and I knew.”

“What did you know?” You smiled.

“I knew that I was gonna fall in love with you. And I did. Sam-“

“No. No.” He cut you off again. “You don’t get to tell me that, not now. Not when I’m not there with you to tell you that I feel the same. You can say it when we get you home safe.”

“Sam, I’m not gonna last that long.”

“You will.” He firmly replied. “You have to.”

“Ok, then I won’t tell you how meeting you was the best thing to ever happen to me and I also won’t say that you became my home.” Blackness curled around the end of your vision, and the stars slowly began to disappear. “Why can’t I see the stars anymore?”

“Don’t you dare close your eyes!” Sam screamed but his voice began to fade away as the darkness settled over you.

“I’m sorry Sam.” Your eyes shut as a bright light appeared before you.

——————

The first thing Sam was aware of was the smell of pine. It was so achingly nostalgic, he couldn’t help but smile. The raging river beneath his feet provided just enough ambient sound to disguise the familiar purr of an engine.

“You certainly took your time getting here Winchester.”

You looked just like he remembered you, from your hair down to the smallest details on your skin. Dean stood next to you, arm thrown over your shoulder as he laughed.

“He was always the slow one.” Sam just smiled and embraced his older brother, holding him as tightly as he could. Dean cupped the back of his head before letting him go with a teary smile. “You did it Sammy.”

They pulled away from each other and Dean gestured to you. “Go on, they’ve been waiting for a long time.” 

Sam approached you slowly, his smile growing wider with each step. You looked away bashfully. “I know we didn’t end off on a great note and my death was ever so slightly dramatic so you can be mad at me all you want.”

His big hands cupped your wide hips, pulling your attention back to him. “Tell me.” Your eyes sparkled under the setting sun.

“I love you Sam.” And as he kissed you for the first time, everything clicked into place and you both realised that maybe the risk of hunting was definitely worth the reward.

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[yan-randomfandom]

Hey…just stumbled upon this blog because of your Yandere admin x reader and I would like to humbly request a part 2 to that story please. It can be anything! I really liked it even though it was short.

Yandere!Romeo x GN!Reader PT. 2

a/n: heheh thank you, here u go 😙 the very few people who enjoy yandere mcsm.... this is for u fr!!!

❤️‍🔥 ; Part 1 | 2 | Part 3

It took you longer than you'd like to admit, but you finally realized something felt... off about Jesse.

At first, you thought the two of you were genuinely getting along. He seemed so interested in your work, your plans, and your art. Perhaps it was a touch too good to be true, but the praise got to your head.

You suppose the first sign that you should have noticed was how he was so, so clingy.

Not to mention, the town leader, the town hero, a living legend? Who wouldn't be excited about a blossoming friendship?

But then you watched him interact with others. The humble folks of Beacontown.

Your brows would furrow quietly. Why was he so unnecessarily mean to them? So demanding? It seriously got you thinking, Has Jesse always been like this?

With that kind of question in mind, you unconsciously began to avoid him.

"Sorry, I have to, uh, concentrate for a big project I wanna do tonight!" This. "Jesse, I don't think I can stay too long..." That.

You sheepishly rub your nape. "Umm. I actually have a meeting later—"

"Again?" Jesse bellows, his face darkening. "Seriously, what have you been doing these days? You never make time for me anymore... ugh, I can't believe I'm saying that."

A frown pulls at your lips. "I know, I'm sorry. But I can't just take up all your time. I'm sure you're busy with Beacon—"

"Half the time I spend with those nitwits is nothing compared to time with you," he complains as he stomps his foot. You flinch, slightly. He pauses for a moment, narrowing his eyes at you.

"You know... If I didn't know any better, I'd think you're avoiding me," he mutters. A thought crosses his mind: he really should have tried stalking you.

Your heart sinks. "No! No. I'm not doing that! Everything has been—"

"You're lying through your teeth," he interrupts, frowning deeply. "You're starting to sound like those buffoons. I don't like that."

His word renders you speechless. Why is Jesse saying these things? How could he say something like that?

You sigh, your frustration eventually breaking through to your face. "Look, Jesse, I don't know what you're going through right now, but you've changed. And not in a good way."

Still, you try to soften the blow. "We can talk more about this later, but I really do have a meeting."

As you move to walk past him, he grabs your arm.

"I'm not Jesse," he grunts. You turn around in disbelief, locking eyes with him—his disturbingly wide, bloodshot eyes. "Is that what you wanted to hear?"

"...What?"

You search his eyes for any traces of humor, failing with grace. He looks dead serious. Maddened, almost, within his red eyes with glaring yellow iris.

How come you've never noticed this before?

Suddenly, everything clicks. Cool magic tricks, powerful illusions, his demeanor and attitude? The absence of Radar, his loyal intern? Even Lukas looked like he didn't want anything to do with him. When have you become so blind?

... And just where, in the entire world, is the real Jesse?

...

"You're the one who attacked Beacontown that day," you say carefully, deliberate with every word.

A smile stretches across his face. "Ding, ding, ding! A clever cookie, you are!"

Horrified, you jerk away from him. But for every step you take backward, he takes one forward.

You swallow the lump in your throat. "I can't... I can't believe I ever thought we were friends."

"Hoho, but we are!" he laughs, but even though he has a smile, you could read his eyes. Insecurity. "That was real! Come on, baby, doesn't our friendship mean anything to you?"

Your brows knit together as you slowly try to turn away from him. To simply leave him. Anything to get the hell away.

That is, until, you get surrounded by obsidian blocks.

"I don't remember giving you permission to leave," he scoffs, hostility dripping in his voice.

"Look, you'll live with me from now on, okay? Better get used to it! Don't worry, I'll take care of everything for you."

at least he didn't delete anyone? not yet, at least. cuz he would totally do that

[somewhereincairparavel]

Jason, Jupiter and Juno. I have thoughts.

Ok, so u said that Jason was respected at camp bc everyone feared Jupiter's wrath for insulting his child. And while that would work, I think that Jupiter hates jason .Jupiter wants that child dead. Being Junos champion is the only thing keeping him at least mostly alive.

In roman mythology, there is the cycle of patricide. The son kills the father and does a nice little replacement. Uranus, to Saturn to Jupiter (also in greek mythology). I think this plays into Jupiter's interactions with his son because if you have exact knowledge of the extreme violence that it took to exert your position, then who's to stop someone else, another son who's sick of your rule to do it to you? Jupiter is very paranoid.

So killing this child who may be his downfall is quick, easy, and avoids the fear of you being killed, but Juno is like,'I need him alive to do my quest thing. He's my champion now. You can't touch him'. This isn't love or any sort of actual care for Jason, at least not at first, bit Jason is a means to an end. And Jupiter wants him kept in line.

This has so many possibilities (or maybe I'm jsut sleep deprived) bc imagine ur Jason. And you know that if you don't bring honour to New Rome you'll be punished. And if you're too powerful your dad will override your stepmother and kill you. And if you make your stepmother ,she will let said father kill you. Idk. I'm so tired. It's 11 30.

Anyways congrats on 500 :)

so sorry this took so long to respond to!! I was hyperfixated on the mlb fandom these past few days haha

>so u said that Jason was respected at camp bc everyone feared Jupiter's wrath for insulting his child

tbh the reason I said that was because jupiter's ego is extremely high, he isn't threatening the others to respect jason because he loves him, but imagine, the son of the oh so great and superior jupiter getting bullied. that would have him ashamed, because how can such a powerful god's son let himself get picked on by a group of 'weaklings'?. how else can jupiter unnecessarily exhibit his power? he wasn't going to take any chances w that.

so I have this like extra headcanon that any time jason gets gossiped at, jupiter's statue would go CRAZY, like it would start electrocuting the place and zapping the interiors of the senate house, till the guilty party apologizes to jupiter with an offering (emphasizing this point, apologising to JUPITER, not jason. he couldn't care less about his son. he just wants an apology for someone getting his ego bruised by insulting his blood.)

although jupiter down right HATING jason and being jealous of him makes sense and adds more tragedy to jason's character. I feel like like zeus was in a way, more tolerant? that jason was the way he is. I feel like only the jupiter side of zeus actually hated jason, and zeus doesn't feel anything towards jason at all because his greek and roman sides were fighting w eachother and he was confused on what to feel towards him.

and my lil hc is that the jupiter side of him was getting more dominant when he chose not to save jason from death. his jupiter side was basically screaming "let the boy die, now you no longer have competition" and zeus listened, because like I said, he has plenty of sons, so losing one was no big deal.

[onybo]

being a huge zutara shipper, do you still support/like maiko, zukka, and kataang art/fanfiction and shippers?

short answer, yes! totally.

unnecessarily long answer......

multishipping is a big saviour for me but when it comes to zutara obviously, i gotta support my two soulmates. i don't have anything against maiko and zukka shippers and most of the time kataang shippers r chill!! the, uhm, opinionated ones are much more louder at expressing tho which can lead to their image being destroyed but wtv.

as for the different media relating to other ships, i have nothing against it! make all the content u want using whichever ship, as long as you're doing the thing u love then who am i to stop it or hate on it? lol.

im still a huge zutara shipper but it doesn't mean i have to bring other ships and shippers down :))

[symeona]

It's also so normal and human to just not be into someone romantically though.

Like i get liking them together but why do people always have to pretend there's any actual evidence for romance when their interpretation basically boils down to "you wouldn't do that for a friend would you". Like maybe not, much more likely for a best friend than a boyfriend though.

It's obvious how much they love either other. Textually that's all there is. Literally nothing points to romance.

Obviously you wouldn't do that for a friend irl. But you also wouldn't do that for a romantic partner. Also Magic isn't real. Also romantic or not it's clearly not meant to be a normal relationship anyway.

Why does it always have to be romance

I read your other ask anon, and don't worry I don't think you come off as unnecessarily combative or rude at all!!!! No need to apologize for sharing your opinion!! I appreciate it actually!! 🤘

I think these discussions are super interesting so don't worry at all, this is the fun of different perspectives imo. And if you had the time and energy I'd love to hear your interpretation of Jayce and V! I don't think my word is law, I just speak on what I feel. Feelings can change lol

And here's mine if u want more context for my dumbassery✨

I'm with you on that 10000%, not everything has to be romantic, not every sacrificial act has to be for the sake of romance or attraction. I think *my* favorite example of that is Zoro and Luffy from One Piece? If you haven't watched it, they truly are DEVOTED to each other and if Oda came out one day and made them romantic partners I would be mad 💀 I would make a post or two about that lmao

And for Arcane, I find examples like Sevika and Vander to be similar to that. Even though maybe I'm reaching here, there was clearly history between them before Sevika joined Silco. And she clearly felt guilty about what happened later, when she stood in front of his statue. I don't think there was romance there, but there must have been something close to a friendship or a level of respect. Same with Vander and Silco, those two had more visual parallels with Powder and Vi. I never got the feeling that there was something more there, the show was very clear. In fact, I genuinely thought they were brothers before I rewatched season 1.

But Jayce and Viktor piss me off dbndndhd

I didn't care much for them, I didn't even mind how the show treated their arcs or dialogues or anything. What bothered me were the creators, later. Because to me, they made no sense?? I don't consider myself illiterate in terms of film? Or human interactions for that matter?

Jayce and Viktor had many visual parallels to Vi and Cait. Like genuinely, the way they were treated cinematically was very similar, and I could get into it, but truthfully this doesn't mean THAT much to me djjdjddn I'm ace myself, and very firm about what it means to love someone as a friend vs a partner.

It's not that Jayce went too far for his friend, it's the long stares, the DIALOGUE ayo, the visuals that made me question wtf was going on between them. And it wasn't really anything more than a raised eyebrow for me, until the creators spoke up.

Cause, full transparency here, I don't like the discussions around Cait and Vi's sex scene. I really don't. I don't like how straight men seem to be so invested in releasing the full scene. And it makes me question, perhaps *unfairly*, the creator's motivations behind all the queerness in the show. Again, it doesn't have to be black and white. This is my genuine question though, how come none of the queerness touched no masculine ppl or men? Is it because of LoL and its predominantly straight fandom? Or was that just how the story was built.

I don't want to see V and Jayce get together, I honestly don't think they should've actually gone there

1. There was no time, you needed an extra season to convince me that either Jayce left Mel or that they became a throuple

2. Eh, not necessary for the story imo

But I just don't buy that their relationship was an uncomplicated friendship. I straight up don't, I think it got weird, i think it got even a little queer. And I thought it was fun that way. And I just wish the creators didn't speak on it at all. Just let it be weird.

Thank you, this was my essay bffjdbdb

[lesbianrobin]

Heyy ik ur locked into 911 rn and I love that for you happy for you write a billion fanfics for it eddie is out ect ❤️ but are we getting a young strangers update anytime soon? 🥺🙏

hi omg i love u 😭💕

okay so here is the thing with young strangers. i love that fic So dearly. but i also planned that entire fic out basically between part 1 and part 2 of s4. and part 2 of s4 presented me with a bit of a quandary as to how to wrap things up. because throughout the fic i wasn't changing much each season yknow the big change i had planned on was basically just a different person being vecna'd instead of max and i was gonna try and keep things as close to canon as i could. and then s4 ended with eddie sacrificing himself arguably unnecessarily and max being violently killed by vecna after she finally started pulling herself out of her depressive spiral.

and because young strangers is dealing very directly with suicide and depression and i wanted to tell a story about the dangers of ignoring mental health and exploring grief and about how you Can heal and things Do get better. i really really do not want eddie to send himself to his death or for vecna to crunch anybody in the main cast. i want it to end on a good note. but because s4 ended with Softcore Apocalypse i am now in the position of having to figure out an alternate ending to basically wrap up the entire show's plot and that is not what i had prepared for when i started the fic and i just can't decide what i want to do with it.

so i'm really really sorry but i have absolutely no idea when i'll update/complete young strangers. that fic is so important to me and i Hate that it's been sitting in limbo for so long, but i've written myself into a corner here and i don't want to shortchange the story by half-assing the ending so. for the foreseeable future, we are in limbo.

anyway again i'm really sorry about that and it means the world to me that you care enough about my fic to still be waiting on an update after so long 😭 thank you truly

[lem0nshark-writes]

"Thief"

Jim Gordon & Teen! Gn Reader

Type: platonic/familial fluff

Word count: 939

Warnings: reader's gender is not specified, no pronouns used for the reader, reader can be read as any gender, platonic/familial fluff, Jim Gordon is a softie, father figure Jim, sneaky reader, stealing

Request: "So I wanted to request a Jim Gordon x male/gn!teen! Reader (plutonic obviously)? R is kinda like Selena were they are out on the streets but are good at stealing/breaking into peoples places. They don't want to admit it but Jim is kind of a father figure to them, even though he's trying to catch them because R is like this vigilante who won'leave him alone. U can make it angsty or fluffy or whatever I'm just in desperate need of father figure! Jim Gordon (I blame my, well, father figure issues)"

A/N: Hey I'm so sorry this took so long to post and that it's so short and I don't know if this is something you had in mind, but the idea came into my mind and seemed cute so here it is! I hope you like it! And if it's not to your liking or what you had in mind feel free to send a message or ask and we shall fix it up or write something else!

Gotham was running another mayor election after the last misfortunate events leading up to loss of the last one, just like a couple of months back. Nothing new.

Though new elections meant new press meetings with the fresh promising candidates, and new press meetings meant lots of rich people on one spot, and that meant plenty of bounty for you.

You loved that kind of stuff, everyone was so close together and staring at the randos talking on the stand that none of them noticed you slipping by and stealing everything and anything that could be stolen and valuable. Easy peasy.

This was one of those events. There was a big crowd of people gathered in front of a small man with a funky hairstyle dressed all in black, through their talk overhearing his name was Oswald Cobblepot, asking him questions about his plans for the future of the city of Gotham. Phew like Gotham had any future, you thought to yourself.

Slipping around people, turning around their pockets and wallets ever so swiftly you quickly made your way through the crowd. The people gathered were unnecessarily loaded that by the time you went through half of them your pockets were nearly full. You smiled to yourself in satisfaction but before you were going to bolt to a safe spot to ditch all the IDs and other identifiers of your ususpecting victims and hide your bounty before going for more, you decided to go for another one that looked particularly rich.

Woman dressed in the fanciest suit your eyes ever laid on and carrying a probably equally as expensive bag that she so bit too carelessly flung around her shoulders made her the perfect target.

Sneaking up behind her you reached your hand into her purse, digging yourself up a rather thick wallet. Your eyes sparkled at the sight. But before you could pull the wallet completely out of the purse someone grabbed your wrist tightly, wiggling the wallet right out of your hand before tossing it carefully back into the bag and dragging you by the same wrist out of the crowd and to the side.

Your heart nearly leapt out of your chest at the startle and your eyes widened knowing you're in big trouble, but the panic slowly simmered down when you noticed who the owner of the said mean hand was and you mentally let out a sigh of relief.

It was none other than Jim Gordon.

That man was always up your business, never letting you rest. Always somehow being there to stop you from doing something dumb, whether you liked it or not.

But you're not going to lie, his nosyness and continued persistence to stop you at your tomfoolery has gotten you out of more trouble than you can count and you are forever grateful for that. Not that you would ever admit it to him.

"What.are.you.doing.here??" Jim asked through a loud whisper.

"Nothing much, just wanted to listen to the speech of-.. -Oscar Clobblepot over there-" you said with a lil smirk, totally thinking you nailed that name.

Jim mentally facepalmed himself, "that is so not his name-.. and I know you're not! Now empty your pockets now-" he urged you, stern expression on his face.

"Hey no way, I earned that fair and square!" you protested at him but he didn't seem amused.

"Empty those pockets right now kid or I'm taking you to the precinct," he threatened, one threat he always made when you're annoying him too much and getting into too much trouble but he never actually did, and he never would and you know it but still you listened to him nevertheless.

With a frustrated sigh and an annoyed expression you hesistantly got to unloading your bounty into an evidence bag he pulled from his coat jacket.

"You always carry those around?" you asked bit weirded out he just has them on him at all times.

"You never know. Especially when you're around," he mocked a bit, but with no ill intentions behind his words, on which you sticked your tongue at him.

Once you fully unloaded all your pockets, not including a rather expensive looking necklace you hid in your shoe that he totally knew about but didn't mention or request, Jim was left with two big bags of all sorts of jewelry, credit cards and bunts of money.

He looked up at you with disbelief and doneness mixed in his expression, "really?"

"Hey one's got to ensure themselves!" you replied lifting your hands up in the air in defense, small devilish smile forming on your lips.

Jim sighed rubbing his face with his free hand, being so done with you.

"Alright, now scram! And if I see you doing this again you're spending a night in the cell!" he slipped a 50 into your jacket pocket, a little thing he always did when he caught you stealing thinking it would hold you off but also so he made sure you ate that night, as he threatened, both of you knowing that's a threat he'd never make true, growing quite a soft spot for the little rascal that you are ever since he first met you.

"Okay c'ya Jimmy! Party pooper! Thanks!" you added jokingly as you swiftly made your way to the nearest alley, disappearing in it.

"Hey I told you not to call me that!" he yelled after you jokingly, secretly loving the little nickname you gave him.

"Jimmy!" you yelled from the alley as you darted off to exchange your hidden bounty and look for the next victim you could annoy him with.

[cozymoko]

Hi!

I’m not sure if this is how you request things as Ive never really done it before so I hope this is ok😅

I saw you write for yona and so I was wondering if you could write A L and U for Zeno and Kija from the yandere alphabet?

Yandere Alphabet

You did it right, no worries!

Letters: A, L, U

Includes: Yandere Zeno and Ki-Ja from “Akatsuki no Yona”

Format: Headcanons; 2nd person

WARNING(S): Yandere themes

LINKS: Akatsuki no Yona Masterlist

ZENO

Affection: How do they show their love and affection? How intense would it get?

⠀⠀Love with Zeno is an emotional rollercoaster in itself. If you hadn't known any better you'd say he's never truly been in love, at least not this way. Anything that gets his hands on you is a “yes!” for him. Physical affection i s the quickest way to get his heart drumming against his chest, so if he kisses or hugs you; don't be surprised! He swears he can hardly control himself.

⠀⠀Truthfully, he wishes to live in your skin, melted and merged into one. Lulled by the gentle beating of your heart. There's not a moment he's not yearning for you wherever you may be, for every moment he spends without you feels like an eternal hell upon his being. You could say it's suffocating; I mean, you have no personal space! It's as though no matter where you look, the paths you turn, Zeno will always follow.

Love letters: How would they go about courting or approaching their darling?

⠀⠀One thing for certain, he’s not exactly subtle with his advances. He's all for being in your personal space, even when you aren't together. Sitting a bit too close to you when you spend your time by a running stream. Subtly wiping the sugary cream of pastries off your pretty lips, hastily licking it off his thumb.

⠀⠀Being the glutton he is, sharing food isn't always his cup of tea. However, he loves you so take as much as you want! Whenever he’s craving your touch, he’s quick to find it. So if you don't notice by then, it'll only get more and more extreme by the day. So pick your poison.

Unique: Would they do anything different from the classic yandere?

⠀⠀Not exactly, but that depends on your opinion of a “classic Yandere”. Zeno's awfully dependent on you, requiring your time and attention to function in his daily life. With the time he’s spent in this wretched world, Zeno has plenty of emotional baggage to go around! Whenever he’s consumed by sorrow, he seeks your comfort. When he isn’t by your side, a genuine smile does not dare overtake his features. It’s insane!

⠀⠀Zeno is also manipulative, unintentionally. He’d never want to make you uncomfortable, heavens no! Puppy dog eyes are quick to make you falter, weighing you with ineffable amounts of guilt for telling him off. Catering to a man thousands of years old must be exhausting, especially if you are unable to convey your displeasure. In this life, escaping Zeno will never be an option. If you do, guilt will forever be eating away at your sanity.

KI-JA

Affection: How do they show their love and affection? How intense would it get?

⠀⠀He's not the worst. But if you enjoy people extending themselves to please you, then perhaps he's the best. Ki-Ja is so terribly shy so anything physical is rather difficult for him to approach. His usually pale skin would practically erupt like a volcano, accompanied by a soft mist emitting from his skin. Even as your lover, he's still unable to approach you. (Non-akwardly)

⠀⠀Even Ki-Ja knows his boundaries. He's delusional, not stupid. He can grow quite hysterical at times, admittedly so, however there is a line he is not willing to cross. That being said, he'll likely start competing amongst his peers in order to win your attention over. It's unnecessarily, honestly, but once his mind is set, there's no stopping him.

Love letters: How would they go about courting or approaching their darling?

⠀⠀It’s a long and painful process to witness. Ki-Ja feels like a blundering fool the way he stammers in your presence, it's like every ounce of composure and elegance he’s tried so diligently to keep up, has slipped from his grasp like water. It’s just that…you make his heart beat so wildly he can hardly control himself. In all honesty, he's a virgin to feelings like these so cut him some slack (no, don't).

⠀⠀Ki-Ja is quite literally tripping over himself when he finally approaches/confesses to you. The loud thumping that reached his ears whenever you’re in his presence makes him come undone. The softness of your voice turns him to mush. Oh how badly he wishes to kiss those lips, practically begging for his touch. Whoops, he said that out loud!

Unique: Would they do anything different from the classic yandere?

⠀⠀Again, it depends on your definition of a “classic yandere”. His loyalty is undeniable. He wishes to serve you and you alone. Much like Zeno, Ki-Ja would never actively try to make you uncomfortable. But it seems it’s inevitable with his unhealthy way of loving you (hovering over you.) Yes, he's extremely protective of you, but it can't be that bad right?

⠀⠀Not to mention, he's a sucker for praise, he can't get enough of it. Everything he does is to please you. He gets so flustered by the thought of your praise, it's nearly laughable. He's honest, I'll give him that. But it seems like the sweet, harmless man you cared for is not what he seems. But the lengths he'll go to please you are truly outrageous. Oh, you want to know how far he'll go? I'll leave that up to your imagination.

[v3nusxsky]

Helloo </3 🤗 can I just first say that that u are realy talented and i love reading ur fics...

Could I please request a platonic fic between Lady Lesso and Never reader where Rafal is after the student and she changes and becomes mean and starts acting out... At first Lady Lesso gets angry and tries to punish her but then she finds out Rafal is troubling the reader, just anything angsty and hurt and comfort... maybe u could make it that the reader came from an abusive family and that's why it was hard for her to tell someone about Rafal... U can change any details to ur liking...

Thank u </3 🤗

Manipulative Bastard

*Authors note~ really I mean who really likes Rafal? But I can appreciate how much of a important character he is to the plot*

Trigger warnings~ manipulation past abuse

Prompt ~ see ask^^^^^

The first time he appeared you were terrified. You didn't know who he was, he seemed to know exactly who you are tho. The only instruction was to not mention his appearance to anyone, he would tell you things from the past or what was current. Why would this stranger lie? You tried to argue at the start, looking for any reasonable explanation for his words but you came up empty. You felt compelled to do as he wished. Even though it felt wrong, you followed his every word.

Your behaviour was changing and that much was obvious to everyone. You couldn't take the pressure, the things he was telling you hurt yet all you could do was bottle it up until you lashed out. Your past coming back to haunt you, you were stuck in this horrid catch twenty two. On one hand you wanted to tell someone but you didn't want to risk angering the man, he seems scary and powerful. In your experience with men, you were nothing more than a toy. Something to use and abuse as they deem fit. If you did as they wanted then they would more than likely go easier on you. Truthfully, you couldn't deal with that pain again.

Lady Lesso, noted the dramatic change in your behaviour and couldn't work out while you changed. This wasn't like you, your shy plaint nature had been replaced by this defiant, angry student. Truthfully, she wanted to help you and get to the bottom of this issue. Your misbehaving had gone too far today, that's why she ordered you to be taken to the doom room, if you hadn't willingly come to her then it was apparent she would have to force it out of you. She knew your past so she wouldn't be unnecessarily cruel but this needed to stop.

She gave you a speech about how she was disappointed in this behaviour you were exhibiting and how confused she was by the change. You felt tears stinging your eyes, knowing that you'd disappointed her hurt, lady lesso had become a sort of mother figure for you and now knowing you'd upset her really bothered you. Suddenly it all became too much and you snapped, rambling about everything Rafal had said and how scared you were. He flaunted his blood magic and told you all the ways he could hurt you with it, told you how no one in the school truly cared for you. How you're own parents didn't even love you, the only one who could truly love you was him.

You broke down as you finished your explanation, finally feeling like a weight had been lifted off your chest and you could breathe again. Leonora was quick in her efforts to come and hold you, whispering words of comfort and praise, she knew first hand how scary it was to go against Rafal. "Hush dove, he's a manipulative bastard, I won't let him hurt you darling. You should've come to me love. You did the right thing telling me,I'll keep you safe now my dove" she murmured stroking through your hair. She held you until your tears dried noticing how your shaking didn't subside and your eyes seem to glaze over as you starred in the direction of the only window.

"Is he here my dove?" She murmured watching as you nodded before his voice rang out through the room, "Leonora such a long time it has been, you may have taken my pet but we both know it's unlovable just like you. I'll be back and I will win" he all but growled before leaving. He was gone. But the words he said were confusing and they hurt. Did people really see you as unlovable? It would explain why you've been treated so poorly most of your life and by the people who were meant to care for you from day dot.

Leonora held you until you both felt calm the words of comfort not only reassuring you but also herself. She wouldn't let him hurt anyone and she knew that she would do anything to protect anyone from his manipulation. She's only regretting not being able to save her little dove. She saw you as her very own adopted child, if your parents weren't going to protect you how they should be then she was going to make damn well sure she stepped up. You'd never be alone again, left susceptible to anyone else's warped ideas and methods of using you. Not with her around.

Word count~ 907