#✨ little talks ‒ ooc.

[stellaranglerfish]

✨🍮🃏 It's them!!!✨

"Does self-sacrificing tendencies run in this dilly dang jamline?! What is wrong with y'all!?" Shadow Milk shouts in concern as he floats around Custard the III checking for severe injuries.

"Unfortunately it would seem that it does, My dear subject! Hehehe.. augh.." Custard the III laughed exhaustedly before groaning in pain. He was trying to lighten the mood but clearly failing.

"Tut, tut, tut! Just because you've earned your souljam, my boy, doesn't mean you're inviiiincible from harm!" Shadow Milk shook his head dramatically and exasperatedly, acting much like a disappointed parent.

"How reckless! Fooolish even! I taught you better! Better I tell you!" Shadow Milk added with a sigh, putting a hand over his head albeit too dramatically.

"A king protects his people from harm!" Custard the III interjected in a whine while healing himself. "It's my duty as king! To protect and heal my loyal subjects!"

"A king you may be, but that doesn't mean you should jump in the middle of danger, Tsk! Tsk! Tsk!" Shadow Milk scolded, wagging a finger at Custard the III like he's scolding a five year old.

"I'm an adult now, Shadow Milk! Don't talk to me as if I'm still twelve!" Custard the III groaned childishly.

"Welll, kiddo! You'll always be that little brat in my eyes." Shadow Milk snorted, chuckling.

"Whatever, grandpa!" Custard the III retorted with a snort, rolling his eyes.

"Hey now you brat, I'm still in my prime!" Shadow Milk chortled.

Yep, this is grown up Custard Cookie the III au.

Sorry if my writing is cringe and OOC

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[silkythewriter]

Heyy so weird request but could you do a vox x reader who has a kinda one sided rivalry with him in the sense every time he releases tech she'll challenge herself to make a better version

Vox with a one sided rivalry with reader!

Warnings!: A tad tinne winne bit of angst!, sorry if he’s OOC! (˃̣̣̥ ^˂̣̣̥`)

Fandom!: Hazbin hotel!

Author note!: OOOOOO I haven’t written rivals to lovers in a bit! Hopefully it’s not too bad!

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Summary!: One sided rivalry with are favorite TV demon (ﾉ ≧∀≦)ﾉ

❤️Written by silkythewriter Do not steal or repost on any other platform please! <3.❤️

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“In the morning, you would gone

I'd be mourning, tryin' to hold on To

the memory of your lips God,

I'm so lovesick What have you done to me?“

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!📺✨Vox✨📺!

Devastated, like actually in greif

After YEARS of not even a single demon upon billions below in the forsaken place called hell could make a DENT in the empire he built. But then you came along! With all your Gezmos and trinkets! (He refuses to call them anything other then that)

He is insecure, no matter how much he puts a face on about not having a fear in the world. He dose, he’s terrified of being replaced or knocked off the top!

The first time you released something after he did he merely laughed. You? A small tiny little business? What idiot would do that!? Your product was most definitely gonna be looked over!

Or that is what he thought at first (ಡ‸ಡ)…

Soon he realized how quick your growth to fame was. And honestly had a melt down, who even were you?!

He makes back handed complements on his TV show like for example “and on recent news a new technology has been released by *insert your name/company name*, looks a bit cheap but it’s okay for their first time!”

Yea expect those a lot…

He’s use to company’s butting heads with him, but he always squashed them in under a day! If not less!, so he was bewildered when you just kept popping up everywhere. He doesn’t even know how. half of the channels in hell are owned or under his name! Or at least played on HIS tvs!.

And when he released a product only for the next day for it to get a bit over shadowed by yours he loses it. He immediately thinks your doing this on purpose, he thinks your doing this as a means to get his attention.

Will never admit it but he bought one just to break it outta rage but after a bit he understood the hype, will take this to his second death bed.

He’s never had a good look at you before maybe a small invention or gala for some of the highest company owners in hell. And let me tell you when this man saw you he was shocked, it took velvet to snap her fingers for him to get out of his trans-like-state. He’s more embarrassed then he’s ever been, not only are your products prove to be a good runner up to his but you were making min lose his breath.

He didn’t wanna believe at first before velvet confirmed it to him.

And may i say, the minute you glanced at him and gave him a charming smile while waving your hand at him with a small glint of pride in your eyes, he actually had a system crashed screen as his whole system rebooted.

It wouldn’t be long till you made your way over to him trying to introduce yourself(•̀ᴗ•́)و

Honestly he couldn’t think straight until you excused yourself to talk to another business owner. He dosent understand, for all the years he’s been dead how is his heart beating so fast for you?

In denial about any feelings towards you, it can’t be! He despises you !, right?

Takes him a bit to work up the courage to talk to you again, as he introduced himself properly with as much passive aggressive charm he could muster. Only to be confused at your sweet yet passive aggressive smile as you shook his hand with such care

How can someone be so competitive yet so sweet?

We’re you trying to woo him on purpose!?(ᗒᗣᗕ)՞

He didn’t understand even though he knew your intent, and the underlying nature in your interaction. He still found it charming, and shocking at you technical level and marking tactics. He isn’t happily impressed, but he is definitely impressed, he would never show that though of course.

It always seemed no matter how much of a short time between releases you always managed to make it better he just didn’t understand how!. How did you have such short time to perfect something that he’s been working at for months!

He soon realizes out shinning you or squashing you business wasn’t gonna work. You guys were too evenly matched, it would be through pure luck that one of you would out shine the other one day and not the next. So he did the best next thing, purposed a business deal (quite reluctantly might I add)

To just merge company’s he knew your rise wouldn’t falter anytime soon.

At first you felt like this was a trick, to steal your soul or take you out while your walls were down. But he quickly explained it’d be easier to just have you work on things and share the profit (surprise, surprise)

Now you can decide weather you accept or not!

But after that meeting he would call you over for many more strictly for business meetings! Definitely not just desperate to spend time with you or anything

Even when you proposed to just, email, or text, he still declined saying he found it easier to say what he needed out loud. Definitely…. (≖ᴗ≖✿)

Sooner or later you’d catch on, or some people on the news would gossip of your “secret affairs”

You would soon confront him about this, and let me tell you this man is decent at standing under pressure in some if not most situations expect this one.

I feel like he wouldn’t admit it till MANY months later cause he’s just that stubborn

He just hates it, he hates your stupid smile, the way you make his stomach do back flips, the small glint of happiness and pride when your product is loved and bought by the millions. He hates the smile you keep even if at a rivalry with him. He hates everything about you, he hates it, he hates it so much he ends up realizing he loves it.

Yea he is one complicated man….

But once he finally admits it, and you end up giving it a shot. This guy would try to act like he wasn’t about to shut down, like his inner fans and vents weren’t about to self implode, he’d act cool and collected about it but behind closed doors he’s quite literally smiling like a dope

NOW if this were released to the public, the mess that would ensue is scandals upon scandals.

I mean! Imagine the head lines! “Two of hells most biggest company rivals now together?!”

News is fast to spreed lemme tell you that

I feel like he would rather have the relationship private but if it got out…let’s just say he wouldn’t stop it either per say (¬‿¬)

Overall! I feel like even if it was a one sided rivalry I feel like it would quickly turn to both of you butting heads. Cause to out shine the king of tech himself is quite the challenge, and you being able to do that says a lot!, he’ll be holding a grudge even into a relationship and still would get competitive here to there he would definitely still study your work to see how you improve so fast!. Still in the end of the day he’ll still dote on you behind close doors!

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WOWZA THAT WAS ALOT OH MY GOSH

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I REALLY HOPE YOU LIKE IT!!, I haven’t written rivals to lover plot in a bit BUT MY GOSH NESS ITS VERY FUN TO PLAY AROUND WITH THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR REQUESTING PLEASE COME AGAIN! Ｏ(≧▽≦)Ｏ

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Chapter 4: You Say I've Done A Lot Of Things I Can't Undo

Pairing: Soldier Boy x f!Reader, Reader POV

Summary: With a birthday printed on your wrist that happened over a hundred years ago, you always thought that you were cursed to never meet your soulmate. But when you finally meet the man that's supposed to be the other half of your soul, you wonder if the stars were wrong, and wonder how this man was meant for you. Reader is Hughie's sister, is not a supe, and is a Literature Professor that gets dragged into the middle of things. This fic takes place in an AU set loosely after Season 3 and does deviate from the plot of The Boys

Tropes: Soulmate AU, Little bit of Grumpy and Sunshine, Age Difference (Reader is in her 20s), Protective Ben/ Soldier Boy, Jealous Ben/Soldier Boy

Warnings: I'm gonna label this one 18+ because it's Soldier Boy and we all know he's a warning. Self deprecating thoughts, ANGST, SADNESS, Public Fight, Going Viral For The Wrong Reasons, Mentions of past graphic death, Mentions of past sex, Mentions of Torture, Cursing, Mentions of Death, Loneliness, Longing,  Appearance of a World Class Bitch, Reader wears glasses?, Soldier Boy might be a little OOC.

Word Count: 6.8K

Song Inspiration For Chapter: Wait By Maroon 5 - Chapter title taken from this song

Playlist For Series!✨

Note: This is told from Reader's perspective. Any references to the reader is made using you or your. There is minimal use of y/n. I tried my best to proofread, but nobody's perfect. If you don’t like, don’t read, but if you do like, you’re my favorite!

Internal Monologue Is in First Person And Is In Italics

A/N: I'm BACK BABY (a few days early)! I thought I'd start my return with a bang.  This chapter is crazy and angsty, but I’m addicted to the angst and we all know you love it 😉

Series Masterlist

Main Masterlist

Guide:

Reader's thoughts are in italics and in first person.

Ben's thoughts in italics, bold, and blue!

Sunlight sifted through the canopy of trees overhead shifting the shadowy imprint of the leaves over the cracked sidewalk that wove through campus in a lazy wave. The smell of coffee came from the coffee cart perched nearby where students stood in an un-orderly line, impatiently waiting their turn to buy the one thing that would get them through the dreaded Monday slough.

The crunch of fallen leaves underfoot, and the jingle of backpacks rose on the wind from the people who walked by while others sat in groups on warm grass laughing and chattering with friends. Water rippled in a fountain nearby, and the soothing sound of drops smoothing marble brought a wave of relaxation over you.

You sat alone on your favorite bench with a book resting on your lap. The sun kissed the worn, familiar pages that you had read time and time again, illuminating the notes you'd written in the edges in an untidy scrawl.

It was the best form of distraction for what was becoming one of the longest Mondays of your life.

The weekend had passed in a graying blur that you spent in bed curled up beneath your comforter reading book after book, content to rot, because there was little else you could think to do.

Annie had shown up a few hours after Hughie had, but by then you'd been so tired of talking to other people that all you wanted to do was sleep, despite their encouragement to watch a movie with them.

You didn't want to.

The longer you sat with them together the more the dagger in your heart sharpened. All it did was solidify the fact that you'd never have what they did, because how could you?

Your soulmate did not have one soft or gentle bone in his body, he didn't care about anyone but himself. There was no future with someone like him, not with someone who felt no remorse for taking a life.

So you were back to square one, or, square negative one. At square one there had been the possibility of meeting your soulmate again and now that you'd met him you wished you could take it all back.

Take back all the years you spent wishing to meet the other half of your soul, take back every moment you spent with the night sky shining in your eyes while you prayed to the heavens that one day you'd meet him. You felt stupid for crying as much as you had over the past year when you thought that your soulmate didn't want you. And now a part of you thought it was comical how much time you'd spent thinking of him only to wish you could forget.

In every lull over the weekend there was only one place your mind went, exactly where you didn't want it to go, right to your soulmate.  Each time the thought of him flashed through your head all it did was send a shiver of fear down your spine. You were afraid that he would find you somehow, worried he had a supernatural GPS in his head when it came to you and that he'd be able to find you anywhere.

For all you knew he could. The revelation of your shared ability to feel each others emotions and hear each others thoughts was astonishing. You'd scoured the internet to try and find the reason why it was that you could do that, but you'd come up empty. So not only was your soulmate a murderer, you were the only person who could know exactly what he was thinking and feeling.

Rotting in bed was the only thing that appealed to you, but even there you weren't safe. The dreams that came were worse than the ones you'd had over the past year. Each memory more violent than the last and each one made you wake up screaming bloody murder into the quiet of your bedroom. But they weren't the memories of him hurting people, they were memories of the time he spent in the lab. You'd seen snippets of it before, but you'd never felt it.

These memories you lived with him, felt his pain, his rage, and something else, something that pricked at your heart because it reminded you how you felt all those years you were alone.

The dreams made you want to find him again, to comfort him, because that's the kind of person you were. But you couldn't, not when the thought of being in the same room as him made you sick to your stomach.

You take in a calming breath and turn the page. You'd ended your afternoon class a few minutes early, hoping that a few moments soaking up the afternoon sun with a cup of coffee and a good book would get you back in the swing of things.

It was working, now that you'd turned your phone off. Hughie and Annie kept texting to check in, but you couldn't think of a reply that sounded genuine.

Every response you typed was riddled with forced smiles, and you were sick of acting like nothing was wrong.

Mrs. Charleson had invited you over for tea last night and rubbed your back while you cried. Like hell you were going to call your parents and tell them you finally found your soulmate, but he was a murderer. You had stopped trying to seek their approval years ago.

But there was something nagging at the back of your mind today. Your entire lecture you had the oddest feeling that there was someone watching you and every once in a while you thought you could feel something and hear something that you weren't thinking or feeling, but you attributed that to the PTSD.

"That's a big book." A familiar voice says with the hint of a smile. Warm tingles trace your spine with the low rumble of the words, your body reacting before your mind catches up.

It can't be-

You look up.

Your soulmate looks better than you remember. He's wearing a dark green shirt that makes his eyes seem brighter and has a black leather jacket that you wonder how he can fit over his broad shoulders. His hips are squeezed into a pair of blue jeans that are just a little worn in at the knees, but somehow it makes him seem real, authentic.

Lord Hades sprung from the soil to bring his wife to the underworld.

Something weaves through the air between the two of you once more, the pull that pops and crackles through your veins telling you that you want to be closer to him, that your soul wants to entwine with his, that the man standing there in front of you is made for you and nothing else in the world is right when the two of you are apart.

How can he be? He's everything I'm not.

The part of you that lives in him sings to you, beckons you with open arms to Ben, the hole inside of you that sat empty for years screaming to be filled.

However, the most jarring thing about seeing him again, is that he's holding one of the largest bouquets of sunflowers you'd ever seen in your entire life, which happened to be your favorite flower and the exact thing you'd imagined your soulmate doing in the past. But instead of a happy feeling at the gift, dread threads through you.

How did he find me?

Ben’s smile slips a little bit at your reaction, hearing your thoughts echo through his mind, and the wave of your fear flood over him.

What the fuck is her problem? I brought her flowers!

His words in your head make you wince slightly, eyes shifting to the people around you worried for their safety because you've seen exactly what happened when your soulmate lost his temper.

Ben tries again.

"I got these for you. Thought that maybe would could get some dinner tonight. Get to know each other a little better.” He holds out the bouquet as if it wasn’t obvious. “And I caught the end of your lecture. If any of my teachers looked anything like you doll I would have been at every class no question.” Ben gives you a wolfish grin that makes a shudder work its way down your spine.

It suddenly made sense why you'd spent your lecture hearing just the buzz of thoughts that weren't your own on the edge of your mind and why you could feel emotions that you didn't recognize flood through you while you spoke.

I should have known.

Maybe you were still hoping that the ability to hear Ben's thoughts and feel his emotions was something that you'd imagined. Apparently not.

Your hands tighten around the spine of the forgotten book in your lap, fear tracing through your limbs. There was no escape from him. He was simply everywhere. You'd thought that he'd been able to get hint of exactly what you thought of him at the apartment, that he'd know better than to track you down.

Ben senses your fear and the grin slips into a frown, eyebrows pulling down, and he blinks his green eyes in confusion.

All I did was bring her some flowers. It's not like I pulled a fucking knife! Or stuck a damn gun in her face! Why the fuck is she acting like this? Women are supposed to like this shit!

You shake your head to clear it from the angry monologue inside your soulmate's mind, the heat of his anger licking away at the chill of fear you had at his appearance.

"How did you find me?" You ask.

Ben's frown deepens and he lowers the flowers to his side realizing that you weren't going to take them. “Had someone track you down at work. No thanks to that little bitch and his fucking beard-“

“Hughie is my brother.” You interrupt Ben, temper flaring at his harsh words about Hughie. Soulmate and murder or no, you weren't going to let a bully make fun of the only person in your family that made you feel like you belonged there.

"He's your brother?" Ben sputters.

Who knew that someone like him could have a sister that looks like her?

Ben's eyes drop to trace along your figure with the thought. When you'd gotten dressed the long skirt, floral blouse, and suit jacket seemed like a good idea, but under his gaze you felt naked. But there was a minuscule part of you in the back of your mind that rejoiced, some small part of your soul that was reveling in the fact that your soulmate found you just as attractive to him as he was to you.

You weren't denying that. You were attracted to your soulmate. He looked like every leading man you'd ever imagined when you read a book. The kind of beauty carved from stone and tempered fire.

"Yes! And I told him that I didn't want him to tell you where I was." Somehow the words strengthen you and you reach for the leather messenger bag at your side, trying to shove the book inside, but afraid to look away from Ben in case if he tries to grab you again.

The bruise on your wrist had turned an ugly yellowish green by now not to mention it still hurt a little bit to bend it. And you were scared at what Ben would do to you if he didn't get his way. You'd seen enough of his memories to know exactly how he acted when he didn't.

A wave of anger and shock comes rippling through you that you know isn't your own.

“Why would you do that? You’re my soulmate.” You see something flicker in his green eyes, some wisp of unfamiliar emotion dragging behind it through your body that you can't place.

You find your feet, shouldering the leather bag. “I don’t care that I’m your soulmate. I don’t want anything to do with you. Now please leave I have a class-“

“What the fuck are you talking about? I got you flowers-“

“I don’t want those!” You try to step away from him, preparing to run, but Ben mirrors your movement to block you.

 “They’re your favorites and I got them for you!” His voice raises enough that the people sitting across from you on the opposite bench turn to gaze at Ben.

It’s like she wants to piss me off.

“Please leave me alone-“

"You don't even know me!" Ben takes in a breath through gritted teeth, closing his eyes for a moment before finishing his sentence. "Come with me to dinner tonight. We can talk-"

"I don't want to talk to you. I know enough about you to know that I want you to leave me alone!" You look around for some way of pushing him back from you, of escaping from this hell.

It was becoming a soap opera. You'd spent your entire life feeling like a freak for the date printed on your wrist, spent every waking moment praying that you would meet your soulmate, not to mention you'd spent the past year thinking that he didn't want you, and now here he was asking you to do the one thing you wanted and yet all you can feel is how afraid you are and worry that he's going to hurt you or someone else.

“It’s not supposed to be like this damn it!” Ben snaps, nostrils flaring as whatever composure he just summoned falls away to reveal who he really is.

“What are you talking about?!”

“I’m your soulmate! You’re supposed to love me!”

“I’m not supposed to do anything!”

“Yes you are!” He roars, green eyes flashing in the sunlight.

A heat rises in between the two of you emanating from his body as the smell of the coffee stand ebbs away and is replaced by an unnatural smell of ozone. The skin underneath Ben's t-shirt begins to glow  with his rage, the skin revealed at the bottom of his neck shifting to a brilliant gold.

You shrink back from him, your hand tightening on the strap of your leather bag, the memories of what happened whenever he lost control fills you with dread. Visions of bodies blackened beyond recognition flash through your mind. Your eyes shift to the people around you worried for their safety. You didn't know what would happen if Ben exploded here. You’d seen the footage on TV of the building that was destroyed after he'd come back and you didn't want that to happen to the students around you.

Ben's gaze doesn't leave yours, and you can see your face reflected in his eyes. You look small and afraid, and you wonder if Ben even cares.

He grits his teeth again, body tensed so tight you think he might snap, and he squeezes his eyes shut, and the longer he does it the more the glow fades.

Not here, not fucking now.

Ben's voice floats into your head, a memory of the lab surfacing on the edge of his mind you see for a moment flicker across your own as if you were living it with him.

It touches something in your heart, and for just a moment you feel the need to touch him, to tell him that it's okay, that he's not there, but you shove it down, gripping the strap of the bag like a life-line. 

Why does she think I'd ever hurt her?

Anger pulses through your body, but there's something hidden beneath it, something almost… soft. It makes your heart thud an extra beat, the fear you had melting away for a few precious seconds as you hear the question he asked ring through your ears.

“Is everything okay?” The sound of your TA’s voice, Tate, shatters through whatever emotion it is and brings you back to reality.

You glance around Ben’s broad form to see him standing there. He’s still wearing the same checkered sweater vest over a light blue shirt he was wearing in morning lecture. The sun turns his skin into a burnished mahogany, while winking on the wire framed glasses around his eyes. He looks concerned.

You open your mouth to answer, but Ben does first. "Mind your own fucking business."

Tate frowns, but his gaze drifts to you. He says your name. "Are you okay?"

Back the fuck off. She's mine!

Ben's body turns towards your TA, the soft feeling you felt completely lost in the rush of anger emanating from your soulmate.

"Why don't you just fuck off you four-eyed fuck?" Ben snarls.

"Hey buddy. You need to take a chill pill." Tate rolls his eyes. "And a step back. Because I don't like the way you're talking to her."

"Tate-" You begin. You were going to warn him, tell him to walk away, that the man standing there was more dangerous that Tate could ever imagine.

You'd had a front row seat to each time your soulmate didn't get his way. Had seen exactly what he did to people who dared to say not to him and the people who stood in the way of what he really wanted. 

"I can talk to her however I damn well please she’s fucking mine!" Ben takes a step forward flashing the golden date on his wrist like it proves his claim to you. "And I don't need some little pussy like you telling me what to do."

The words do something to you.

Growing up you'd always believed that having a soulmate wasn't just about having someone who was "yours," it was more than that. It was that together you were one, two pieces of one soul finally coming together, surviving years of being apart only to be bound together once more.

But hearing Ben say that to Tate, proves what you already know about your soulmate. That he wasn't soft or gentle and that you were nothing more than another plaything to him, something that he thought he owned. It proved that your soulmate didn't think that having a soul-bond was special, that all it was to him was another way of asserting his dominance over someone he thought he owned.

Just because he's my soulmate does not make me his property.

"I don’t know who you think you are. But this little pussy," Tate gestures to himself, "Is going to bitch slap you if you talk like that to me or her again." Tate's backpack drops off his shoulder and lands on the ground with an audible thud as he takes another step towards Ben.

It was the first time that you'd ever seen someone openly challenge him. At the party all Butcher had done was casually put his hands on your shoulders and told him to stand down, but this was different. This was someone asking Ben for a fight.

"Tate please just go. It's okay." You say.

Tate's glasses glint in the light of the sun as he turns his head towards you. "No, it's not. This asshole shouldn't get to-“

Ben's hand goes around Tate's throat hauling him high into the air. “You’re gonna wish you kept walking.” Ben growls.

“Ben please!” It was the first time that you’d ever said your soulmate's name aloud. “Please put him down.”

How fitting seeing as it’s also the first time I’ve ever had to beg for someone else’s life.

Ben does put him down, but not in the way you wished him to. He throws Tate away with a brutal flick of his wrist.

Tate’s body goes soaring backwards before landing in the coffee cart and crumpling to the ground, the sharp snap of bone and the heavy thud of his head hitting the pavement echoing through air. He clutches at his arm that’s bent at an awkward angle with a loud groan.

“Holy shit!” You shove past Ben, rushing to where Tate lays. His head leans back against the side of the cart, coffee soaking through the pavement around him while others gape at Ben in horror.

Tate groans out something. Pain flashes in his cinnamon colored eyes, his glasses thrown from his face in the scuffle, while his gaze begins to glaze over.

"Tate hey stay with me-" You say gently touching his chin.

Tate had been your TA for a year and you'd come to think of him as your friend. He was funny, sweet, caring, and his soulmate Marta was one of the nicest people you'd ever met in your entire life. She was always bringing you cake and cookies, always came to pick up Tate after work in a beat up Volvo with a rusted bumper they never had enough money to fix, and always gave him a kiss on the tip of his nose whenever he left his lunch at home and she came to bring it for him.

His arm was definitely broken, and the thought that you'd have to tell Marta that Tate was hurt and it was your fault made your heart catch in the back of your throat in a hardened lump.

"What a pussy." Ben says behind you, rolling his eyes. "Just rub some fucking dirt in it. Act like a man for fucks sake-"

Any fear you have for your soulmate melts away with the roar of your anger at Ben callousness. Your head snaps in his direction.

Why does she care so much about him? I'm her soulmate! She should be fawning over me!

Ben is still holding on to the Sunflower bouquet in his hand, but some of his dark hair has slipped forward into his face with the effort of throwing Tate away, his expression somewhere between annoyed and bored. The dark stubble that frames his strong jaw makes your soulmate look rough and a little rugged- again you're struck by how attractive he is, but you force the thought from your mind.

“What the fuck is wrong with you?!” You shout.

Several onlookers have pulled out their cellphones, caught between the idea of calling the police and filming this for social media.

Because that's exactly what this needs, for Ben and me to be Tiktok famous.

"What's wrong with me?" Ben yells back in surprise. "What the fuck wrong with you? I brought flowers I'm trying to-"

"Fuck the flowers Ben! You could have killed him!"

"He's fine-" Ben rolls his eyes.

"No, he's not! You know that he's not a supe! That he can't do the things you can! That he's more fragile and-"

"What the fuck does that matter?!" Ben roars, eyes flashing a dangerous green, and the sound of the sunflower stems snapping in his hand as they fall brokenly to the ground in a flash of yellow and brown fills the air.

The world is no longer bathed in a soft golden glow from the sunlight above, now it seems to almost blaze around the two of you, burning so bright that it hurts to keep your eyes open. The sounds of the people chattering around you have gone silent and the gentle trickle of water in the fountain becomes a roar.

You wished that you'd stayed hidden away in your office, wished that you hadn't come to work today. Hiding in your apartment as you did all weekend rather than be ambushed by your soulmate was preferable to whatever was happening now.

Your world was colliding with his into a supernova and all you wanted was to go back to when you didn't know who he was, to when you believed that your soulmate didn't exist.

"You could have killed him!" You repeat before you hesitate, feeling a rush of emotions from Ben, but none of them are regret or remorse. Tate whimpers in pain below you. "And you don’t even care." The words come out in a surprised whisper.

"Why should I?" Ben spits, still not comprehending why you were making a big deal about this, why you were still pushing him away despite bringing you flowers. "He was in my way!"

"Why should you?" Your voice comes out broken and shocked. "Because he's a human being, Ben. Because killing people and hurting people is wrong-"

Ben only rolls his eyes. "Oh please. I gave him a warning-"

"No, you didn't. All you did was yell at him and me."

What the fuck is going on? Why is she acting like this? He was in my way. When someone gets in your way you put them in their place!

"No, you don't!" You shout over the loud whispers of the people around you watching the drama unfold, answering the deranged monologue in your soulmate's head before he can say anything else. "When someone gets in your way, especially someone who you know you could hurt you back off! You don't throw them around like a rag doll. You have the human decency to back down and be the bigger person." You turn away from Ben's gaze to look at Tate who groans again in pain, holding his broken arm to his chest. "Can you get up?"

"I think so." He lets out in a shaky breath as you take his good arm and help him to his feet.

"Here lean on me."

Tate was considerably larger than you, at least six feet, not to mention he was built like a body builder and looked nothing like the literary geek he was. But you don't let that stop you.

"What are you doing?" Ben says taking a step towards you.

You flinch back from him.

"What does it look like? We're going to the hospital. His arm is broken and who knows what happened to his head after hitting the concrete that hard-"

Ben huffs out a breath and a wave of annoyance crashes over you that isn't your own. "I'll drive you."

"No, you've done enough!" You shout helping Tate take a shaky step down the sidewalk in the direction of your car where it's parked in the faculty parking lot.

"You're making a big deal out of nothing!" Ben snaps taking another step in your direction. "He's fine."

"He's not fine!"

"Let his soulmate take him to the hospital. I want to take you to dinner-"

Is he serious right now? Why would I go to dinner with him? He just brained Tate on the coffee cart and broke his arm.

"Stay the fuck away from me." You snarl at Ben. The fear you had for Ben was still there, but now all you could feel was anger and horror. You couldn’t understand how someone could do that, feel no remorse for hurting someone else.

But it again proved the fact that your soulmate was nothing like you and nothing like the man you wanted him to be.

"Why would you want that I'm your soulmate. You're supposed to want me!"

"I don’t give a fuck that you’re my soulmate Ben! Because you're a fucking monster and I don't want any part of you in my life. Not when all you do is hurt the people around you with no regard for your actions!"

It wasn't the first time that you'd thought Ben a monster, not after living through all his memories. There had been a small part of you that hoped you were wrong, that the memories you’d had of him had happened so long ago and Ben had changed. But he hadn't.

He was the same selfish man who you'd seen in your head take and take, but give nothing in return. He didn’t care about anyone, but himself.

So how can I expect him to care about me?

Something flickers in Ben's expression, flashing through the anger in his gaze, something that you can't place. There's a feeling that rises in your chest that's not your own, but tugs at the piece of your soul that belongs to him.

But you turn your back on Ben, dragging Tate with you towards the parking lot.

The loneliness that lived in your head and your heart for so long begins to seep through the cracks once more with each step you take away from Ben.

You wait for the voice of your soulmate in your head to come, to hear the tickle of his words against your ear, but there's nothing. Just the sound of the water smoothing rough stones, the sound of Tate's gasps of pain, the harsh whispers of the people who stood by watching your life fall apart and the last hope you have of love, real love, shrivel up and waste away, while the loneliness welcomed you with open arms. 

Two Days Later

You bury your face in your hands and sink deeper into your desk chair, elbows braced against the strong wood on top of the ancient desk in your office. It had belonged to the teacher before you, and the one before that, and the one before that- an antique of a time that you once wished to live in the arms of your soulmate, a time that you fantasized of belonging to whenever you opened a book from that era.

Now it seemed like a waste.

The past two days you'd spent in a daze, walking from class to class, talking without really knowing what it was you were teaching, disconnecting from it all.

When you'd brought Tate to the hospital he'd needed emergency surgery on his arm that was broken in three different places, and you'd spent the next few hours that he'd been in surgery with Marta, holding her hand and reassuring her that Tate would be alright while she cried into your shoulder.

You hated that this had happened, that the insanity that was unraveling your life had bled into Tate and Marta's, and that Tate had gotten hurt because of you.

He hadn't had to step in, hadn't needed to defend you, but he did. It was the kind of person he was and you didn't fault him for it.

And your soulmate hadn't even had a shred of remorse when he saw how hurt Tate was or when he saw how upset you were about it.

It made a chill travel down your spine to think that. To think that someone like your soulmate existed, someone who took no care in what he did to others as long as he got his way and had the abilities that meant no one could stand in his way.

You remembered what your brother and Butcher said about Homelander, but you never imagined that your soulmate would be anything like him.

The doctor told Tate that his head was okay, just a mild concussion, but the doctor had said it could have been worse, much worse. The doctor had also warned that it would be a long recovery for Tate and that his arm would always have a metal rod inside to keep the bones stable, which only made Marta cry harder.

Tate was in better spirits than she was. He said that it made him feel like Wolverine, having all that metal in his body, and then said he couldn't wait to stump the TSA at the airport whenever he flew back to his hometown.

Marta hadn't thought it was funny, but she was happy to see that the accident hadn't made him bitter. Tate had always been a half-glass full kinda guy and spent most of his time in the hospital holding Marta close to him in his bed while she cried. He wasn't half as upset about the situation as she was.

And when you'd tried to tell him how sorry you were, Tate had waved you off with his good arm and said that he would have felt worse if he hadn't said anything and that he didn't blame you for this.

It didn't make any of this better.

Ben hadn't reappeared or shown up to any of your other classes. You hadn't heard his voice in your head or any emotions that didn't belong to you, and you hadn't seen him on campus at all.

And although it was what you wanted, there was a small part of you, one that you pushed down below the surface that wanted him to come back. You'd lived so long without your soulmate that now you knew he existed it was difficult for your mind to go elsewhere.

It felt like you were being ripped in two. You knew that he was a monster and you wanted him to stay away, but the other part of you wanted to find him, to hear what he had to say, to curl up against him and never let him go.

He's the other half of my soul I should-

The thought tappers off and your tighten your hands where they rest over your face.

No he's dangerous. I want him to stay away I-

You grit your teeth trying not to listen to the little voice inside that begged you to give him a chance.

Damn it.

It was frustrating to say the least and starting to rival a one woman show in your head:

"He brought flowers-"

"He also broke Tate's arm."

"He wanted to have dinner-"

"He told you that Tate was fine and that you were overreacting!"

Basically your mind was going in circles with no signs of stopping. Even cracking open your favorite book did nothing to help.

And you couldn't forget it, because Ben's little stunt was all over the internet and campus. You could hear the whispers of your students during your lecture, when you got coffee, and when you walked to your classes. There was no escape.

So you were hiding, shamelessly in your office for the time being.

Dale, the head of the English Department and the bane of your existence, had scheduled a meeting later to "deal with the situation" as he put it. You were dreading it.

It was already hard enough to control your temper when he mansplained about the different literary periods and authors that you were an expert on, and now he was going to get involved in your personal life.

You groan under your breath.

The door of your office opens, the metallic click of the knob turning against the aged wood releasing from the wall echoing through the quiet room.

There's a small part of you that braces for the telltale feeling that your soulmate is nearby.

The warmth that bubbles up from within followed by a wave of thoughts that aren't your own flowing through the bond the two of you share, but it doesn't come.

The person who entered your office hadn't bothered to knock, usually that meant it was Dale and you hope that you didn't lose track of time and he's here for your meeting.

But instead of his nasally drawl, a woman's voice greets your ears. "Are you professor-" Her voice smoothes over your last name, her tone quirking up at the end of her question.

There was something familiar about it, almost as if you'd heard it before, but you don't look up from your hands.

"Yes. But my office hours are over."

"This'll only take a moment." The voice continues, followed by the distinct click of your door locking.

You glance up, taking your glasses from where they lay on your desk to put them back on your face, and the woman slowly comes into focus.

Stormfront looks different in person than she did on TV. She still has the rounded face, dark hair, and simple makeup, but there's something off about her smile. It pulls on the end of her lips curling up as if she has a secret while her dark eyes study you like a bird of prey.

She's wearing a black baseball cap that shields her face and a black hoodie, but you know it's her. You'd seen enough promos for her new movies on TV and products that she endorsed on billboards planted around where you lived.

The new leader of the Seven had been celebrated more than Homelander ever was over the past year following his disappearance. Annie had told you how hard Ashley was pushing for Stormfront to be the symbol of female power everywhere. That Stormfront would be the first hero ever to be involved in military operations overseas with more to follow behind her.

Vought was calling it the year of the woman, while Stormfront's followers called it "The Coming Storm."

And it was.

Stormfront was vocal about her beliefs, held nothing back in interviews while she criticized America and the world around her.

But here, in your office, there was no forced smile, no shimmer to her perfectly curled black hair… instead something glimmered in her dark eyes as they traced over your body with careful precision.

An ungodly feeling bubbled beneath your skin, like curdled milk, something close to disgust and revulsion, but not quite so sour.

There was an unnatural energy in the room, the lights on the walls flicker once, something pulsing in the air from the woman in front of you that sends a chill down your spine.

"So you're her." Her eyes trace you again, lips quirking on one side in a smile. There's something predatory hidden behind her dark eyes, some flicker of emotion you can't place, but makes you shift uncomfortably in your chair.

"Excuse me?" Your voice trembles slightly.

You didn’t understand what this was, why Stormfront decided to pay you a visit out of the blue when the two of you had never met before.

Her smile widens. "You’re Soldier Boy's soulmate."

"I don't know what you're talking about." The response is immediate, slipping through your mouth before you decide to lie.

The truth was you knew about Stormfront and Ben's "relationship," if you could call it that. As terrible as watching your soulmate kill people was, sometimes watching him with other women was worse.

Especially seeing those memories in the year after you'd met him and he left you while you yelled at him to wait on the sidewalk and you thought he didn't want you. Watching him with women that looked nothing like you, watching him kiss them, whisper sweet nothings in their ear, tell them how beautiful they were, fuck them… The whole time watching the man who was made for you with someone else… it hurt.

You wondered if Ben liked Stormfront because she was a supe and she could take more than someone who was normal could. That he didn't need to hold back.

He probably doesn't care about that anyway.

Stormfront laughs at you. "Don’t bother lying. You're not good at it and I saw the little lovers spat the two of you had the other day."

"What?"

"It's all over the internet," She smirks. "I miss the day when you could do whatever the fuck you wanted without fear that you would go viral… But I think that Soldier Boy is used to bad press-" She shrugs her shoulders and looks around the room. "You're not what I expected. Ben barely spent any time in school it's almost comical that his soulmate is a teacher, let alone a literature professor. I don't think he's read a book all the way through ever."

You didn't like that she was speaking about your soulmate like she owned a piece of him, as if he was as much hers as you were.

The memory of Ben's thought when Butcher put his hands on your shoulders to steady you burns through your head, when you heard Ben growl "She's mine" and it didn't make you shudder because you were afraid, it made you shudder for for a different reason. Because now there was something in your own head snarling "He's mine" while you clench your fingers into fists where they lay in your lap.

"But you're kinda cute…" Her gaze drags lazily back to you from the bookshelves that line the walls of your office. "In a bookworm sort of way. I mean.. I've never seen Ben look twice at someone who looks like you but-"

"Did you need something?" The question comes out harsher than you meant it to, but by now you were more annoyed than afraid of her. You didn't like the way she was talking to you, like you were a stupid little girl and she was the real woman you’d never be. Like a mother scolding her daughter who'd stayed out past curfew.

I don't care how old she is, she doesn't get to speak to me that way.

She sits down across from you in one of the two plush leather armchairs, leaning back. "Well, well, well it does seem as if you do have a little bit more bite. Good." Her head cocks to the side. "Makes this more fun."

"This?"

"Do you have any idea how long I've been following Ben? A year. Mind you, I've waited much longer for other things not nearly this fucking important, but-"

"Why?" You interrupt, not ready to sit through another meeting. Frankly the woman in front of you was reminding you of your mouth breathing head of the English Department, Dale, who spent more time trying to look up your skirt than give a shit about what you had to say.

"Because I wanted to find you, of course."

Your body goes cold.

"You see, I've seen the date on Ben's wrist, I knew that he'd run into you eventually when he got back from his little sabbatical overseas. And I thought a reunion would be fun." She flicks a hand absentmindedly like Ben had gone on vacation in Russia and hadn't been tortured and imprisoned. "We used to spend a lot of time together. And I was so happy that he finally found you, because now I can repay him."

What is she talking about?

"For what?" You question.

Stormfront's lip curls up, her eyes glowing a dangerous purple, as the lights in your office flicker. "He killed my soulmate, it seems only fitting that I return the favor."

A/N: I know I know another cliffhanger... but I am actually really excited to write a little bit for Stormfront. Yeah she's cray-cray, but to me she has the biggest connection to Ben so I felt like it made the most sense for her to be included 🥰

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[sammylkcho]

Hiii I love ur platonic and possessive Astro with younger!reader and that got me thinking..How about platonic and possessive Sprout with a Baby girl!reader as his sibling?? And it feels a bit silly.. but I’m allowed to be silly and you too :D!!

-✨

I like the idea, and I'd also love to get creative by imagining that baby!reader would have an appearance similar to a seed, with just one or two leaves that look like hair due to the way strawberries grow

And I took my own creative liberties when writing about Sprout, btw

Warnings/Notes: Babygirl!reader, possesive Sprout (platonic), pronuns she/her with Y/N [Reader], a bit OOC

Gardenview had never been this busy on a holiday weekend—unless there was some kind of event or pending task to be done. But this time, it was just a normal day.

Not to mention that the Toons’ Handlers rarely showed up unless it was under strict orders from Delilah or Arthur. So, naturally, all the Toons were trying to figure out what was going on or what was keeping the staff running back and forth without stopping.

Even the Mains weren’t getting any attention! And considering they were usually the Handlers' top priority, everyone was equally surprised.

"Dandy, are you sure Devan didn’t mention anything?" Poppy asked, resting her face in the palm of her hands, clearly curious and anxious to know what was happening outside.

"Ah… Poppy, I’m going to give you the same answer I gave you the last ten times: no." Dandy replied, flipping through drawings that various kids had made during their visits to Gardenview and left behind.

"Nothing bad happened, right? Delilah rarely meets with our Handlers…"

"Stop worrying that music box of yours, Boxten! I already told you everything’s going to be fine!"

Poppy tried to reassure Boxten, hoping to keep him from spiraling into an anxious, worry-filled state.

The atmosphere was starting to grow tense as everyone began coming up with their own theories and speculations about what could be happening. The fact that no one knew anything, and that it was all so sudden—even for the Mains—was far too strange.

"Uuuuh… What dumb designs, looks like a radish."

"Yeah, a really ugly and dumb radish."

"Oh man, they look so ridiculous with those little flowers around them!"

Suddenly, not-so-discreet murmurs and laughter from Gigi and Connie started echoing louder through the room, causing all the Toons to go silent just to hear what they were talking about. Not only did it spark curiosity about their conversation, but also about whatever it was they were laughing at.

Vee, who had been standing with Shelly and Sprout just moments ago, walked over to the two Toons with a deep frown, filled with suspicion over whatever they were scheming.

"Ahem. Do you two plan on showing us what you’ve got?" Vee demanded, crossing her arms as her gaze flicked between Gigi and Connie.

A brief silence settled between them as they exchanged glances, before Connie sighed and Gigi pouted slightly, reluctantly revealing the papers they had been holding.

"Let’s just say I took a little stroll through Delilah’s office while they were busy and found… this." Connie explained with a teasing lilt, barely holding back a laugh at Vee’s deepening frown upon realizing she had been snooping around in Delilah’s office.

Vee immediately started scolding Connie, yelling at her about how she shouldn’t be digging through the founders’ (their creators’) belongings, since it was strictly forbidden. Not to mention—it was also stealing. She also blamed Gigi, accusing her of plotting to rummage through Delilah and Arthur’s things while all of this was going on.

While that whole scene was unfolding, Sprout noticed a sheet of paper that Connie had set aside while reluctantly enduring Vee’s scolding. Curious, he moved closer, picking it up to examine it in more detail.

The details on the page left him completely stunned—no, more than stunned.

In the upper left corner, the name Y/N Seedly was written. Meanwhile, the center of the page was filled with designs of this Y/N, depicting a rather childlike appearance. The design closely resembled a growing plant, with its greenish tones and the tiny leaves that barely looked like hair. Below that, Delilah and Arthur’s signatures were present, along with a couple of extra notes marked as "to be added" or simply labeled as "notes" about Y/N.

“She doesn’t look any older than Toodles… She actually seems smaller than that ‘Y/N.’ I’d even say the kids who visit Gardenview are older than this one, and Gardenview accepts kids as young as five…”

Rodger’s sudden voice snapped Sprout out of his thoughts, making him aware of the growing warmth he was feeling—and the countless eyes now locked onto the paper he was holding.

“Wha- WHY ARE YOU ALL STANDING BEHIND ME?” Sprout exclaimed sharply, only just realizing the sheer number of curious Toons gathered behind and beside him, all trying to get a look at what he had in his hands.

Rodger continued mumbling possible conclusions based on the most logical explanations, but Sprout wasn’t paying attention anymore. His focus was entirely on the name written on the page.

Why did they have his last name? Were they supposed to be related in some way, or was it just a coincidence—?

“Alright, that’s enough chattering, everyone. We’ve got a new friend! But hush, okay?”

A new voice—one that was very well-known among them—rang out, immediately quieting all the murmurs and scattered conversations as the Toons turned their attention toward Devan.

Sam entered the room, cradling a small bundle wrapped in a soft red blanket with white polka dots. From the gentle rise and fall of the bundle, it was clear that he was holding someone.

Sprout was the first to step forward, moving toward his Handler to get a closer look at what he was keeping so carefully hidden. He already had a slight suspicion about what—or who—it was.

Sam knelt down to Sprout’s height, gently bringing the tiny figure closer. Nestled within the soft cotton blanket was a small being, peacefully asleep.

“Hey, looks like you finally have a family of your own,” Sam murmured, offering Sprout a soft smile. “Meet Y/N Seedly—your new sister.”

He spoke the last part in a quieter voice, knowing that Sprout didn’t like hearing his last name spoken aloud, especially in front of everyone.

“Uh… Am I holding her right?” Sprout asked, a hint of nervousness in his voice as he carefully adjusted his grip, unsure of how to properly carry his new little sister.

“Perfect. You’ll get the hang of it soon enough.”

Sam stood up, ready to share the news with the rest of the Toons. Meanwhile, the Mains gathered around Sprout, peeking curiously from the sides but careful not to disrupt the little moment he was having.

Sprout’s tail began wagging from side to side as he gazed down at his new sister, like something straight out of a fairy tale. That settled it—he would take very good care of her. Nothing was going to happen to her, not on his watch. He was going to be the best big brother in the entire world.

Slowly, he reached out and gently touched the tiny leaves sprouting from her head—soft, pale green, not yet fully grown. The same went for the small tail she had, barely visible and still too underdeveloped for any properly sized leaves to form.

Carefully, he pulled her closer to his chest, making sure not to wake her and disturb her dreams. That protective feeling inside him only grew stronger. He had to keep her safe. Nothing—not even the smallest harm—was going to touch his little sister.

[bones4thecats]

Ooh, Okie dokie! (I forgot to label myself in my little question haha - it's me, 😊 anon!)

Can I request Tanjiro, Inosuke, and Zenitsu having a crush on an Autistic Reader?

The reader is mostly nonverbal - only speaking using short words/sentences - unless they're talking to someone they've grown to really trust, to animals (such as their crow companions), or about animals - which they have learned lots of trivia about. They may also stim - usually by rocking side to side when bored or flapping/clapping their hands when excited. They're happy to receive physical contact but can be overwhelmed by constant loud noise (such as shouting or music.)

(I hope that wasn't too long - I hope you have a lovely day! ✨)

The Kamaboko Trio With An Autistic S/O

Characters: Tanjiro Kamado, Zenitsu Agatsuma, and Insouke Hashibira Requester: 😊Anon A/N: I haven't written for Demon Slayer in such a long time so the characters may be slightly OOC. These are also fairly short, just noting! But, I do hope you enjoy this! Have a great rest of your days/nights!!! ⚠️ Spoilers/Trigger Warnings for: Nothing ⚠️

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╚═════ Tanjiro Kamado ══════════════════════════╝

😺 When Tanjiro first met you, he was slightly confused as to why you rarely spoke longer sentences. But, in his fashion, he put that behind and stayed positive around you

😺 Whenever he notices your stims getting worse or more erratic, he holds your hand and allows you to mess with his. He also likes seeing how you would help Nezuko with her hair, using the physical action as another way to use a stim

😺 He is amazing with animals himself, getting along with pretty much every creature he finds. So, when you walked around the Butterfly Mansion with small birds and one of your pets, a Japanese dwarf flying squirrel that you named Kiyoshi, he got along with the cute rodent quick and easily

😺 Whenever you are set to be on a mission with him and the others (Zenitsu, Inosuke, and Nezuko), he tries to keep them quieter so you don't get overwhelmed

😺 Sometimes, he enjoys staying awake at night and ask you about some animals that he has either seen around or was wondering about. Such as a Japanese Macaque or a Sika Deer

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╚═════ Zenitsu Agatsuma ════════════════════════╝

⚡ This guy, oof!

⚡ He had a hard time understanding you at first. But that was mainly because you rarely spoke and were extremely loving to almost every animal that you guys came across

⚡ I mean, you literally would attract any other Slayer's crow, which made Zenitsu roll his eyes stubbornly. How come you were such an animal magnet while his own crow (or rather sparrow) pecked at him whenever he tried holding him!

⚡ Anyways, he does like seeing how you handle demons, putting your own issues behind just to help out anybody in danger, whether they were children or adults or in between

⚡ Zenitsu may not show it fully, but he does like watching you play with your pet Koi fish when they were swimming around in your/Mitsuri's estate's back pond

⚡ No doubt simps even harder whenever you mess with his hands or wear his haori. He literally stands there with a goofy grin on his face as he giggles at your actions

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╚═════ Inosuke Hashibira ════════════════════════╝

🐗 Inosuke is a very rambunctious person by nature. And he is surprisingly good around animals, due to growing up alongside them all his childhood

🐗 So, when you came around and seemingly calmed down a boar in front of him, he yelled your name and asked how you knew what they were thinking, in which you laughed and tried explaining to the best of your ability

🐗 He also had great hearing and understanding of body language. So if you were to speak with a lower tone or not be able to finish a sentence, he understands what you want to say without asking you to repeat like others

🐗 Smiling at him also makes him feel good, so whenever you do so if you can't gain the urge to speak to him, his chest puffs out as he goes on a rant of 'of course you smile at the King of the Mountain' and whatnot

🐗 By far the second best with an Autistic reader when it comes to this trio, the way he grew up helps him understand you better than the others easily

[hello-from-nrc-infirmary]

It's a good thing there are many hands that umm.. will happily help with the mess

*he once again holds a hand out to her. His hair ripples from its usual green to a watery blue*

Then... with your willingness, and umm... the plants agreeing, I'll draw the blot out. I will ummmm... warn you that your system may feel the exhaustion rather quickly.. especially since you're umm.. not used to magic

A notification flashes across phone screens everywhere throughout NRC. The radio podcast, NRTea has gone live once more!

"Hello, hello, dearest listeners! And welcome to another episode of NRTea, the hottest tea party on sages island! I'm your host, Chamomile-"

"and I am Earl Grey"

"And oh boy do we have a story for you today! Take it away, Earl!"

"...alright.

As of late, there have been brambles spiralling up and encasing parts of the Ramshackle dorm. The brambles themselves seem generally harmless, as do the roses that fall from them, but if you prick yourself on the thorns, it would be quite an unpleasant sensation, so I'd suggest exercising some extra caution when visiting for now."

"Yup, yup! If you've got a friend or two living in the dorm out there, go check on em and make sure they're doing okay!"

"I know I myself must check in on my dearest companions soon..."

"Well that's it for now! We've been your hosts, Chamomile-"

"And Earl Grey,"

"And this has been NRTea. Stay thirsty, dear listeners!"

The stream continues on for a bit before cutting off, though.

"Hey... James?"

"Yes?"

"Y'know how Yuna has been locking up lately and stuff? Says she's been super sick recently."

"Mhm... It's quite concerning, if I am being honest. I haven't seen her for a while..."

"...I wonder if Yuna is alright. I hope she doesn't get hurt with all those brambles."

"...Me too, Lewis. Me too."

(✨Yuna OB arc starter time!!!! Ft. Lewis and James!

-✨mod, @night-raven-miscellany)

Alden tilts his head curiously, listening closely. The brambles definitely couldn't be a natural occurrence; something was up. He frowns, thinking deeply... it probably wouldn't be smart to check it out himself, but she could always inform a teacher about his suspicions...

[koiiiji]

yoo this one is dedicated to Sammy cuz yk i haven't found any new fic for him for a long time that's why im craving his content so much 🥲🥲 anyways, the situation involves an argument leading to a day of silent treatment. after falling asleep on the couch, you wake up to find him sleeping beside you, having carried you to bed. you hug him from behind, he turns to cuddle you, and you two end up resolve the earlier issue 👏🏼👏🏼 (this is ooc af but who cares, i'd die for these bastards being a big softie for their gf 🥲)

thankewww *sending a big hug* ✨

why are you care so much?!

tw ; argument, hurt/comfort

author's note ; i changed idea just a little of you don’t mind!! also i still think we don’t know that much about Sammy, but i tried to make him less ooc as possible. it’s been a while since the last time i wrote for our baby Sammy😭😭 thank you for request😋💌

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“you’re so impossible sometimes!” your voice cracked with frustration, the tension that had been building for days finally boiling over. Seongeun didn’t flinch. instead, his eyes narrowed as he crossed his arms, his posture rigid and unyielding. “impossible?” he scoffed, his tone dripping with condescension. “you’re the one making a big deal out of nothing. why are you always so sensitive?”

that was it. the arrogance, the dismissiveness — it was like he couldn’t understand why any of this mattered. his cold, superior attitude pushed all the wrong buttons, and you felt a surge of anger rise in your chest.

“because i care, Seongeun! i care about us, about you! but it’s like you don’t even want to try!” your voice trembled with emotion, frustration boiling over as you tried to make him see how much this hurt.

he rolled his eyes, as if your words were nothing more than a mild inconvenience. “you care too much. not everything has to be an issue. you make it seem like the world’s ending every time we fight.”

his indifference felt like a slap in the face. it wasn’t just the argument that hurt — it was how he always acted like he was above it, like your feelings were an inconvenience to him. the wall he put up, the coldness — it was suffocating. he didn’t understand, and worse, he didn’t seem to care.

you felt a lump forming in your throat, but you refused to let the tears fall. “i can’t do this right now,” you muttered, your voice small and defeated. grabbing your pillow and blanket from the bed, you shot him one last look, your heart aching with the weight of everything left unsaid.

without waiting for his response, you stormed out of the room, slamming the door behind you. the noise echoed in the silent hallway, but you didn’t care. you just needed to get away.

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Seongeun stood there in the empty room, his jaw clenched as he stared at the door you had just slammed. the silence felt heavy, but instead of feeling guilty, all he felt was… irritation. why did you always make things so complicated? in his mind, this whole fight was pointless. you cared too much about things that didn’t matter, and you expected too much from him — things he wasn’t even sure he could give.

“why does she take everything so seriously?” he thought to himself, running a hand through his hair in frustration. he sank down onto the edge of the bed, glaring at the spot where you had been just moments ago. he couldn’t understand why you always got so worked up over things he thought were trivial. to him, the fight didn’t even seem worth having.

but even as he told himself that, something nagged at the back of his mind. maybe he’d been a little too harsh, a little too dismissive. he didn’t regret what he’d said — he still believed you were overreacting — but there was a flicker of discomfort, a pang of conscience, knowing how upset you’d been.

he leaned back, staring at the ceiling, trying to shake off the feeling gnawing at him. he didn’t understand why this mattered so much to you, why you always wanted to talk about feelings and emotions. to him, those things were irrelevant. you were together, weren’t you? that should be enough. but clearly, it wasn’t. not for you.

a few minutes passed, the silence of the room pressing in on him. the bed felt too empty, the absence of your presence strangely noticeable. he glanced at the door, his thoughts swirling in frustration. he wasn’t wrong — he knew he wasn’t. but even so, something in him couldn’t shake the image of you storming off, the hurt in your eyes as you left.

“damn it,” he muttered under his breath, pulling blanket over his head. why did he care? he will just try to sleep and you both will make it up in the morning.

but somehow, no matter how he tossed and turned, no matter how he lay down, sleep didn't came...

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in the quiet of the living room, the only sound was your shallow breathing. your heart pounded in your chest as you threw the pillow onto the couch and sank down, wrapping yourself in the blanket. the argument replayed over and over in your mind, each hurtful word echoing like a heavy weight in your heart.

why did it always have to be like this with Seongeun? he never let you in, never showed you the vulnerable side you knew was buried beneath his cold exterior. it felt like you were fighting to be a part of his life, but he was always pushing you away, afraid to let you see the real him.

tears stung your eyes, and you buried your face in the pillow, trying to muffle the sobs that threatened to escape. you loved him — despite everything, you loved him so much. but it was exhausting, and tonight, you couldn’t handle the weight of it anymore.

as the emotional toll wore you down, sleep eventually claimed you, though it was restless and heavy with sorrow.

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Seongeun approached slowly, his eyes lingering on your figure. you looked so small, curled up like that, your face still damp from the few tears you’d shed earlier. his jaw clenched, that familiar arrogance bubbling back up. why did you always take things so personally?

but then, as he stood there watching you sleep, the sight of you — vulnerable, hurt — tugged at something deep inside him, something he usually buried beneath his cool, unbothered exterior. he sighed, kneeling down beside the couch. for a moment, he just watched you, his expression softening despite himself. he didn’t fully understand why you cared so much, but… maybe it didn’t matter. what mattered was that you did. and that was enough to stir something in him.

carefully, he slipped one arm beneath your knees and the other around your back, lifting you into his arms. you stirred slightly, murmuring softly in your sleep, but you didn’t wake. he carried you back to the bedroom, his movements gentle, though he still tried to convince himself that this was all unnecessary and he doing it only for your comfort.

once he laid you down on the bed, he pulled the blankets up around you, hesitating for a moment as he looked down at your sleeping face. his conscience gnawed at him again. he still didn’t fully get why you were upset, but the guilt lingered. he didn’t like the idea of you hurting because of him, even if he couldn’t quite admit it out loud.

Seongeun turned off the light and climbed into bed beside you, settling on his side with his back facing you. he stared into the darkness, his thoughts swirling in frustration and confusion. why did everything with you feel so complicated?

but as the silence of the room enveloped him, the usual coldness in his chest started to soften. the argument still echoed in his mind, but now, with you lying beside him, it didn’t seem to matter as much. he didn’t want to admit it, but there was something comforting about having you close.

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you woke in the middle of the night, blinking slowly as your eyes adjusted to the darkness. the couch was gone, replaced by the familiar warmth of your bed. you frowned slightly, confused. how had you ended up back here?

turning your head slightly, you saw Seongeun’s broad back facing you, his breathing steady, as he was asleep. he had carried you back. despite the argument, despite everything, he hadn’t left you alone.

your heart softened at the thought. as frustrating as he could be, you knew Seongeun cared — he just didn’t know how to show it the way you needed. even in his arrogance, in his coldness, there was a part of him that wanted to make things right, even if he didn’t understand why you were upset.

you scooted closer to him, the blanket rustling softly as you moved. carefully, you wrapped your arms around his waist, resting your cheek against the solid warmth of his back. you felt him stiffen for a moment, as if he wasn’t sure how to react. but he didn’t pull away.

instead, with a quiet sigh, he reached down and covered your hands with his own. his touch was surprisingly gentle, though his pride kept him from saying anything.

“are we still fighting?” he asked, you could feel a smirk tugging at his lips.

his eyes were half-lidded with sleep, but there was something soft in his voice, as it sound low and quiet in the dark.

you shook your head slightly against his back, feeling a smile tug at your own lips. “no, not anymore.”

then, slowly, Seongeun shifted. he turned onto his back, pulling you along with him until you were lying on top of him, your head resting on his chest. his strong arms wrapped around you, holding you close in a way that felt more natural than you’d expected. his heartbeat was steady beneath your ear, and for a moment, the tension between you faded.

“i don’t know why you care so much,” he murmured after a long silence, his voice low but not as sharp as before. you smiled at how he tried to pulling it out of himself “but… i’ll try not to make it worse.”

it wasn’t exactly an apology, but it was enough for now. you closed your eyes, snuggling closer into his warmth, feeling the steady rise and fall of his chest.

“that’s all i want,” you whispered, your voice soft.

Seongeun didn’t respond, but his hand tightened slightly around you, a quiet acknowledgment of the unspoken truce. and for now, that was enough.

[bisexualiteaa]

How The Boys Met You

Character list: Soap, Price, Gaz, König, and Ghost

AN: This one is a little different than the stuff I’ve been posting lately, sort of a throw back to some of my old content! I will be getting back to the regular stuff as well, just wanted to post some of the things that have been in the works for a while now! Hope y’all enjoy! 🥰

CW: slight OOC task force 141 + König, deviance from the games, fem bodied reader, possibly poor attempt at writing accents, flirting, talk of dating apps, being stood up, mentions of alc0h0l, mentions of w0unds, mostly fluff, slight suggestive themes, cursing, possible grammar and spelling errors

Taglist: @expirednukacola

John “Soap” MacTavish

- He was at his favorite pub, spending the weekend enjoying a few drinks with a couple of the guys.

- Three beers deep, going on about some stupid story that anyone could tell by the guy’s faces that he’d told a million times already, and every time told it as if they hadn’t all been there to witness it just to get to the butt of a joke.

- ✨Then you walked in✨

- He was speechless as you walked up to the bar. Your cute, form fitting dress on, heels that made your legs look absolutely stunning and your make up all done. You looked too damn good to be sitting in a place like this he thought.

- The only thing off about it all? You had a sad look on your face as you sat down, breathing a heavy sigh before the bartender made his way over to you so that you could order a drink.

- It made his heart hurt to see someone so pretty look so sad, not to mention the guys were totally teasing him and daring him to talk to you.

- The “make your move before I do” ™️

- “I’ll have an old fashioned please, extra cherries” you ordered, and he knew right then and there that you were different than the usual crowd this place pulled in.

- “Put it on my tab, I think I’ll have the same” Johnny spoke, making you turn to look at him, intrigued by his Scottish accent and the fact that he had just paid for you.

- You tried telling him he didn’t have to, but he kindly insisted, making you blush before you thanked him.

- “You look beautiful if ya don’t mind me sayin” he said, making you smile at his compliment, the first one you’d gotten all night. “Thank you! It was a new dress I bought for a date tonight but…I got stood up. So I came here instead to take a little of the pain away” you responded, and he understood where the pain in your eyes came from now.

- “Steamin’ Jesus…someone really stood you up? What ‘n idiot. They really missed out. Ya look stunnin’. Anyone would be lucky t’ go out with a gal like you” Johnny said, making you blush again as you smiled.

- Secretly it made your night.

- “How about I give it a try? We have some drinks, I tell you a little about myself, you tell me about your fine self, and we have a good time in the makin’? I’d happily make up for the screw up they made to get t’ know ya and see ya leave with a smile if you’re willin’. And if I’m lucky, hopefully I’ll get t’ leave with your number so we can have a second one” he said, and rather smoothly at that, making you giggle as you took a sip of your drink. “Alright lover boy, seeing as we have drinks, tell me about yourself” you replied with a grin and he lit up with joy at your humor and you accepting his offer.

- Was better than you could have ever expected, certainly better than the stuffy, upscale place you were at originally. You were glad you ended up meeting someone at the pub he soon figured out that you frequented just about as much as he did.

- Even better? You went home with a smile, he went home with your number in his phone, and both of you went home with a plan for a second date. 💖

Captain John Price

- You were a barista at his favorite cafe he’d been going to for years now.

- When he wasn’t gone on deployment, he would come every day at the same time around lunch time, right before the rush, and leave once it was done.

- He ordered the same thing every time. Hot tea no matter the temperature outside, two sugars and a splash of cream and he would sit in the same spot by the window, reading or working on his laptop.

- You learned he was never terribly big on sweets, assuming he got most of his sugar intake with his drink, but every once in a while you’d slip him a bakery item for free.

- He was convinced it was just you being nice and making sure he had food before returning to work because it was a bad habit he was doing his best to break, but anyone else who knew? Was thoroughly convinced it was your own method of flirting with him.

- Sometimes you would take your break and sit and talk with him, try and get to know him more than just his order, the name he would give you to write on the cup and his phone number for the rewards account.

- One day it had been a particularly difficult day before he’d come in, but upon walking in and breathing in the lovely smells, seeing your bright smile, and hearing you sweetly greet him, he already felt ten times better.

- He returned the sentiment as he walked up to the counter, not even opening his mouth before you had put his order in the POS already, wishing to save him the trouble with how stressed and tired he looked. “A delight as always, love” he said, making you smile again. “Rough morning?” You asked as you made it for him, seeing stress written all over his face made you feel for him. “Very” he responded through a sigh as he took out his wallet while talking to you and watching you make it. “Four twenty nine as usual?” He asked, making you smile as you sat it down in front of him. “It’s on the house today. Please, sit and rest, I’ll have it out to you asap!” you said sweetly. “And if it isn’t too classified, I go on break in ten. I’m happy to lend an ear if you wish to confide your burdens or just to talk” you added, making him smile as he took a seat, pulling a chair out for you for when you were clocked out on break.

- You spent a little over time on break talking, having lost track of the time but it wasn’t busy so you knew it was okay.

- As he was about to leave as you were clocking back in, but it was then that he saw you’d left your number on the back of his cup, making him smile before quickly adding you into his contacts.

- Hello love, this is John. I wanted to say it was lovely talking with you today, thank you for the tea and for making the rest of my day go by much better. ❤️ I’d like to take you somewhere that isn’t the cafe sometime if you’d allow me, what do you say? you read on your phone, making a bright smile stretch to your lips as you excitedly responded and planned a proper date with him.

Kyle “Gaz” Garrick

- Poor Kyle had been on just about every dating app he and the boys could to find to get him the perfect girl to settle down with.

- From Tinder, to Hinge, to failed dates set up by finding people in person, he wasn’t sure if his heart would be able to withstand anymore heartbreak.

- This was attempt number eight, with seven dates failed before this. Why was the dating world so difficult now? He did everything he could to be himself and present himself as someone suitable.

- He swore to himself that if this one didn’t work out, that he would give up on it entirely. After all they do say you don’t find the right one when you’re searching for them, they find you.

- Or at least that’s what the married ones say.

- So when his date was running twenty, almost thirty minutes late to their supposed date, he was hurt but sadly wasn’t shocked either.

- He gave a heavy sigh as he checked his watch, then his phone for any communication from her. No text messages, no calls, absolutely nothing to let him know that his date was on their way or even still on for it.

- You were sat at the bar enjoying a few drinks as you normally do on the weekends, when you saw him walk in and grab a table for two.

- He was a handsome young man in your eyes, nicely dressed in a nice dress shirt, slacks, and a nice jacket seeing as it was raining outside.

- You were slightly saddened to find that he was there waiting for a someone else, assuming he was on a date, but when you’d stolen a few glances his way through the night, you noticed he’d been sitting there for a while and the second person had yet to show up.

- Your heart hurt for him, knowing what it was like to be stood up, it was the reason you gave up on dating all together yourself.

- When more time had passed by and his date still hadn’t shown, you decided to take the faithful leap.

- You weren’t sure if it was the alcohol in your system, or just the way that you sympathized with what he was going through, but just as he was getting ready to stand up and walk out, you found yourself walking over to his table.

- “Hey there handsome, I couldn’t help but see you’ve been sitting here for a while. Mind if I join you?” You asked kindly, and he had to admit, it took him back a bit.

- You looked stunning, donned in a nice cocktail dress, your hair and makeup done nicely, he figured you came here often with the way the waiters knew you and your drink order well.

- “Sure, that sounds lovely actually” he replied, his British accent taking you by slight surprise but with a kind smile in return. Maybe this failed date could take a turn for the better after all.

- You two sat and spoke over shared glasses of wine, some food, and got to know each other some.

- You talked of your hobbies, your work, your life goals, your favorite things, over all it had turned out far nicer than he could have imagined it would have been.

- You were both laughing and talking amongst each other when another woman came up to the table, looking dressed for a date and seemingly not very happy to see you sitting in her place.

- “Umm excuse me, I think you have the wrong guy, I’m supposed to be on a date with him” the girl spoke, pointing to him and regarding him as if he were an object of her possession making you turn to her and you fought to stifle a harsh laugh.

- “Oh I’m sorry, were you the one whose seat I’m in? Funny because you’re about two hours late sister. Finders keepers” you replied, trying to wave her off then turn back to Kyle and ignore the woman who clearly stood him up by the hickies all over her neck that were very poorly covered.

- “Excuse me?!” She asked angrily, making you turn back to her once again, only this time more annoyed at her persistence and rudeness. “Oh I’m sorry, I didn’t realize you were dense and rude, I said finders keepers. Should keep that in mind next time when you decide to be late to a date because you were too busy having fun with another” you said, gesturing to her hair that was slightly unkempt and the fresh love bites along her neck.

- It took everything in Kyle to not let his jaw hit the table at your response in his defense.

- He liked you even more now.

- “Oh and newsflash sweetie, that concealer really isn’t your shade. If you want to cover up hickies, find one that matches. Now if you excuse us, we’re trying to have a nice dinner here and I’d really like to get back to the very nice man you decided to stand up” you said, making her angrily scoff and look to Kyle for his defense.

- “Ugh, Kevin! C’mon, tell her to leave! This was supposed to be our night!” She said, making you cringe at her whiney tone and the way she didn’t even know his name.

- “My name’s Kyle and no. She was kind enough t’ come up t’ me when you weren’t here and I’m havin’ a rather lovely time with her. I’m sure the date who entertained you before this would happily take you back. I will not be rude and ask the woman who’s so kindly kept me company to leave because you think you’re entitled to crash our date” he replied, and she did NOT like that one bit.

- “DATE?! Ugh, whatever! I knew I shouldn’t have come here” she said angrily before stomping away once it became apparent that you weren’t leaving.

- He couldn’t have been more relieved, then soon enamored by you. First, you come over to him because you didn’t want him to be alone, then you defend him against his date?

- Where have you been all this time?

- “That was your date? If you asked me, I think you dodged a bullet there” you said with a grin, making him chuckle.

- “I couldn’t agree with you more” he replied, enjoying your company far more.

- “Glad to know you’re having a lovely time with me, because the feeling is quite mutual” you said genuinely, making a blush rise to his face before smiling back at you.

- Once the date was over, you both exchanged numbers, keeping in contact and being sure to step up more dates to come.

- Maybe his married buddies were right, all it took was for him to stop searching and there you suddenly were.

König

- He wasn’t exactly proud of it, but he met you through one of the guys who had set you up with him as a one night stand.

- Someone that would just give him some fun and a chance to relax for a night, with the guys claiming he needed to be “less tense”

- He’d had his fair share of sexual encounters before from past girlfriends and the occasional hookup, but something about you felt different.

- You were kind and sweet, a little shy, and of course really attractive.

- Not to mention the sex was unbelievably good.

- He loved that he was so much bigger than you, that you felt so small in his hands as they slid around your waist and to your hips as he kissed you, and how yours trailed his biceps and hard chest.

- Thought it was cute that you have to get up on your tiptoes to kiss him or to loop your arms around his neck.

- What he loved most was how you toyed with him, how you could be obedient and bratty, you could be dominant and submissive.

- You had an almost chaotic, unpredictable air about you.

- You were the wild card he’s been looking for.

- So as you both laid in his bed, his hand running along your back soothingly as you laid on top of him, naked and enjoying the after glow of the activities you’d just taken part in, the words left him without any second thought.

- “Could we…maybe see each other again, liebling?” He asked, and how you swooned at the nickname and his German accent.

- You thought it was so cute that a man of his stature, someone who looked so scary and big could be so shy.

- “Awww, do I have someone hooked?” You asked in a teasing tone with a devious giggle to match, making him blush at your words.

- “It doesn’t have to be like this again i-if you don’t want it to” he stammered, making you giggle as he tripped over his words a little.

- “I wouldn’t half mind if it was…” you said with a half lidded grin, littering kisses against his neck and chest because truth be told, you were a little hooked on him too.

- “Would you let me take you out? Properly get to know you?” He asked, wanting to treat you right, wanting to show that he had better intentions than just a one night stand if you’d let him.

- He’d have started that way had one of his friends not set this up without him knowing.

- “that sounds really nice” you replied sweetly, liking the idea of maybe seeing where it goes.

- It was adorable seeing the excitement that flashed in his eyes when you agreed, making you giggle.

- “Such a gentleman, I like it” you added, feeling butterflies begin to flutter in your stomach at the thought.

- He gave a chuckle as he rolled you both to where he was on top of you, taking you by surprise at first before looking up at him with that half lidded gaze he couldn’t get enough of.

- “I’ll take you out to dinner, get to know you, treat you right, then we can come back here…and I can be far less gentlemanly” he said through kisses he laid against your neck and shoulder, making you giggle.

- “I’d like that” you whispered in reply as your lips found his once more, a smile donning your lips at the prospect of it.

- He could hardly wait, the guilt of knowing your body first and the rest of you later no longer ate at his conscience as you both were swept up in the moment again.

Simon “Ghost” Riley

- He was a frequent flier to medical more so now than he ever was before since meeting you, and you were the nurse he’d always see to help him.

- Hardly was he ever really there for anything super serious, a cut here, a gash there, an infection from something caught out in the field.

- He rarely ever enjoyed anyone fussing over him, in fact if it weren’t for you, he wouldn’t even go to medical for his injuries, more of the type to tough it out with a bottle of whiskey and some pain pills to take the edge off.

- It was your soft touch on his arm as you stitched him up, the way you respected his privacy in not asking him to remove his mask anytime he was there, even the smell of your shampoo as you tended to a cut on his collarbone.

- You would always smile and shake your head, hands on your hip like a mom whose child got back from causing trouble when he would enter.

- “What’s it this time?” You’d ask before he’d show you, then tell you briefly and vaguely about how it happened and groan and complain that it happened at all.

- This time however was far more serious.

- You saw the blood seeping through his shirt, dripping as he walked, his hand clutched to the wound as he saw you, making you all but drop what you were doing.

- “Si? Oh my god, sit, sit! What the hell happened??” You asked, concern evident in your tone, something he’d never really gotten from others before.

- Did he just hear you call him Si? Oh the poor man was hooked without even knowing.

- “Just a bullet sweetheart, had thousands of ‘em fly my way, just unlucky enough this time t’ ‘ave one land” he said nonchalantly but you could tell by its placement that he was in pain.

- “You’ve been shot and you’re just walking in here as if it were nothing? Why didn’t you call me? I’d have come to you! Actually don’t answer that, I know you’re too stubborn and wouldn’t let me” you replied, making him chuckle.

- You had him lay down on his back, slicing open the shirt with a pair of scissors before tearing it so you could get to the wound quickly and with no obstructions.

- And that was the most attractive thing he swore he’d ever seen.

- “An’ here I thought you were suppose t’ take me out on a date before you rip my shirt off” he said dryly, wanting that look of worry and that tense stressed feeling to fall from you, making you laugh.

- “Fuck, well they didn’t teach us that in basics” you replied, making him chuckle as you laughed along with while getting him and your tools prepped.

- “Maybe that was my lucky shirt” he joked once more, making you roll your eyes with a playful grin but you were still worried about him.

- “We can mourn the shirt later, I’m more worried about the bullet inside of you and getting it out first” you added, making him grin beneath his mask as you blushed a little at the sight of him shirtless.

- “Practically skipped dates one through three at this point, seen me down t’ everything above the belt” he said, making you laugh again as you cleaned his wound and prepped your instruments to remove the bullet.

- “Well, maybe if you keep coming back for me to check on you and the progress of your stitches, then in say maybe…four weeks for proper healing, I’ll take you up on a proper date” you proposed, and he couldn’t lie, he liked the sounds of that.

- “Then, maybe if you’re lucky, we’ll skip the shirt and get below the belt finally too” you said, sending a grin and a wink his way, making him chuckle as the clang of the shell casing hit the metal bowl.

- “That means no more getting shot in that time though, or else you’ll have to wait even longer” you teased, making him chuckle again.

- “Fuckin’ torturin’ me luv. Makin’ me wait that long” he replied, making you giggle a little and you figured it was the morphine kicking in that let him be this open with you, not that he hadn’t been before but he was certainly more relaxed now.

- Would mumble compliments under his breath like “smell s’good luvie” “y’ look s’pretty like that” making your cheeks feel as if they were being light on fire and the smile never leaving your lips.

- Little did you know, he secretly would be counting down the days and had more of a reason not to get himself killed out in the field.

[hp-hcs]

mattheo riddle if you beat the shit out of him in a fistfight <3 — mattheo riddle x gn! reader

Requests open

implied Slytherin (non-pureblood reader)

tws: violence… duh

OOC. LIKE AS OOC AS IS POSSIBLE. i am so sorry for whatever this is 💀 i’m like, borderline delirious kind of sick, so that’s my excuse ig 😌

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homeboy is not doing fine

his bruised ego 😔

he’d been teasing you for years with his group of lackeys, and you just snapped

he made a comment that went too far about your blood status, talking shit about your family

you just dropped your shit, spun around, and decked that mf

obviously he wasn’t fuckin expecting that, so he just kinda froze like 👊💥😳🧍‍♂️

he has no idea what to do

((he’s also just a little bit turned on bc manwhore duh))

everybody in the hallway freezes too like,

“you dumb bitch the fuck are you doing??”

his friends are jeering, and he just kind of shakes his head like a goddamn etch-a-sketch and like, gently shoves you back by your shoulders (cause you cute bae 🩷 he don’t wanna ruin that pretty face of urs <3)

you, on the other hand, are just ready to FUCK someone UP

and if that someone turns out to be the dark lord’s son, c’est la vie

he makes one more lame attempt at a scathing comment and you just fucking TACKLE him

you’re on top of him (not like that you silly little sluts get your mind outta the gutter) in the middle of the hallway just beating the s h i t out of him

homeboy has no idea what to do lmfao

lowkey he’s falling in love just from your knuckles smashing his face in (masochist manwhore)

he def thinks it’s hot as fuck

one of the professors comes to separate yinz, (probably hooch, cause there ain’t no way she puts up with any shit) and has to fucking DRAG YOU OFF of him

he's got like, a broken nose, a busted lip, a probably-going-to-become-a-black eye, and yk, decimated ego

but he’s just looking at you with those fuckin PUPPY DOG eyes

🥺

congrats, he’s obsessed

he won’t shut up about you for the rest of the day, to his friends, his enemies, madam pomfrey when he’s in the hospital wing…

they're all like “ah. i see the mommy and daddy issues are making an appearance”

when you get out of detention and go back to the common room, he LEAPS off of the couch and over to you

you’re standing there with still-bloody knuckles and a try me, i dare you face

he apologizes profusely, like, to a kind of pathetic extent

you’re like “dude, you’re not pureblood either, dipshit”

he got called out 😔

you apologize for OvErReAcTiNg (you had to apologize as part of your detention & punishment lmfao) and getting ‘unnecessarily violent’

and cause manwhore he’s just like “oh no it’s fine that was hot”

y/n: 😶🤨🫠

he’s got a lil giggle ✨

literal heart eyes for you

so ur like “yeah i gotta mess with this guy even more”

you kiss his cheek and make his brain stop working

baby is bluescreening rn

he then ends up shadowing you for the rest of the week, following a half-step behind you wherever you go like a lil puppy

(i’m of the opinion that he’s just a slightly more violent golden retriever white boy)

((i’m not saying himbo but himbo))

walk him like a dog, sis

alexa, play lovefool by the cardigans

he’s ur bitch now, enjoy <3

[godidontevenknowwhat]

I've got you

MK1!Liu Kang x Reader

A/N: I only got into MK super recently and I've only played MK1 and MK11 so I apologise for what is probably shitty characterisation idk I just really like Liu Kang okay also I didn't reread before posting sorry

Synopsis: You've felt drawn to Lord Liu Kang since you first met him, he's unlike anyone you've ever met even beyond his abilities. You spend a lot of time watching the man you've become so fond of, seeing how kind and gentle he is, how fierce he is when he needs to be. You've seen the look he gets in his when he looks at earthrealm's champions, when he looks at you.. a sort of melancholy look of longing. During one of your routine tea nights you plan to express your feelings to him.

Fic Includes: NSFW so MDNI, nothing particularly intense this is a lot of ✨romance✨, mentions of relationship between Liu Kang and Reader in MK11 timeline but mostly hinted, p in v, some mention of tears on both parts but it's okay because you've got each other 💕 my writing abilities so watch out, possibly ooc Liu Kang idk I made him a little sad , 2.7k

The subtle aroma of freshly brewed tea fills the air as you carefully pour the steaming beverage from Liu Kang’s beautiful decorative teapot into the matching cups. The man himself is busy behind you, you can hear him filling the firepit in the middle of the main room in the fire temple with fresh wood and you can’t help but turn to watch as he ignites the fire with his powers.

With his back to you, you take the time to look him over. His strong body and broad shoulders, his long inky black hair, the fire dancing along the skin of his tattooed forearms as he sets fire to the tinder in the firepit. 

You find yourself admiring the god of fire more often than not, watching the way he moves and interacts with those around him. The way he treats others is something to be admired surely, every person he speaks to is treated like a precious being and you suppose that might be what comes from living for so long and witnessing so many lives pass by him. A profound love for the human existence that he shows through his every action. 

Sometimes there’s something in his eyes though, something forlorn and melancholy that only appears when he looks at earthrealm’s champions or even when he looks at you. It’s like something takes over him, like for a moment he’s not himself.

You take note of his tense shoulders and when he finally turns to face you there’s a furrow in his brow, he looks like the weight of the world is on his shoulders and you have no doubt in your mind that if he was in a situation where he had to, he would try and take that weight.

“Ah, the tea is ready” Liu Kang takes a seat beside him, picking up his cup and blowing on the tea. He sends you a sweet smile over the rim that melts your heart and reminds you of what you wanted to talk to him about during your teatime together. “Thank you”

He sips his tea but you can’t help but notice that there’s no relief from the calming brew. The furrow between his brow disappeared when he looked at you but the tense coil of his body was still wound tight. 

The chill of the evening air contrasts with the heat from the fire warming your back and the soothing burn of the tea coating your tongue as you think about what to say. Is it enough to ask a god ‘are you okay?’? Would that question seem juvenile to someone like him?

“Liu Kang?” He hums a soft sound of acknowledgment, encouraging you to continue. “I just want to ask.. are you feeling alright? You seem to have a lot on your mind..”

You watch as he thinks your words over, 100 emotions and micro expressions flying over his face as he struggles with how to answer your question. He looks in your direction, almost looking through you as you wait for his reply. 

“Do not waste your time filling your head with my problems, there is no need” The smile that he sends you is soft, subtle and yet it doesn’t quite reach his eyes as he continues “I would rather keep my burdens to myself instead of weighing you down with them”

“That..” It takes you a second to gather your thoughts as you look at the man in front of you. Eons of life and wisdom. Was he protecting himself by not opening up fully? Surely he’d had friends in his lifetime, ‘had’ being the optimal word. Was he protecting you? Maybe his problems were truly more than you could handle. 

Again you look him over as he sips his tea, the gentle breeze flowing through his long hair and the glow of the fire highlighting his features creating an image so beautiful that it makes your heart hammer in your chest.

“That sounds.. incredibly lonely Lord Liu Kang..”

You watch the fire god lower his cup, a subtle tremor in his hand that makes your heart clench with guilt and your own hand reach out for him.

His glowing eyes drift to your gentle hand on his own and you notice the tension leaving his shoulders with every second he feels your touch.

“I worry what you would think of me if I told you the truth..” His head bows slightly, eyes drifting shut as if he’s scared to look you in yours.

“Nothing you could tell me would make me think of you any differently Liu Kang..” Your voice is soft, quiet and barely louder than the crackle of the fire. Taking a chance you reach for his face with your free hand, his cheek laying so delicately into your palm as if drawn to it with magnetic force. “Because.. I like you very much, just as you are”

Liu Kang takes a shuddering inhale and when he opens his glowing eyes again there’s a thin veil of tears glossing them over. He looks you over like it's the last time, like he’s trying to memorise every detail of your entire being and you have no idea how true it is. How much Liu Kang has waited for you, wanted for you. How many eons he has spent dreaming of you and how terrified he was when he met the ‘new’ you that you’d yearn for another the way he has always yearned for you.

Fearing that his silence is a kind rejection you begin to turn your head to avoid the gaze of his glowing eyes only to be stopped by the feeling of his large, warm palm catching your cheek to hold you in place. 

Before you can think he pushes forward and his plush lips press against yours. It’s embarrassing how quickly you melt into him, your mind going blank at the feeling of being kissed by a God. By Liu Kang. 

Every movement of his gentle lips against yours and every soft, timid caress of his tongue only serves to hypnotise you further. Reaching out for something to grip onto and support you, you end up with a fistful of Liu Kang’s tantalisingly unbuttoned shirt. Your fingers barely brush against the warm skin of his chest but it's enough to make the God's breathing catch and force him to break away from your passionate kiss.

“I apologise.. I shouldn’t have-”

Liu Kang's words die in his throat as you move your gentle palm to the centre of his exposed chest, you can feel his heart racing under your touch. You have so much you want to say, your mind going a million miles per second trying to figure out how any words are good enough to express how you feel for him.

“The only thing you need to apologise for.. is stopping..”

The combination of your teasing words, sweet smile and the feeling of your soft skin against the heated skin of his chest feels so familiar to him. He feels silly for the tears in his eyes, ashamed of the way one escapes and rolls down his cheek when he realises that he really has you, that he doesn’t have to wait any longer and that you really want him in this timeline just as you did in the last.

A smile spreads across his face, one that reaches his eyes this time and softens them so beautifully. He looks younger like this, less troubled by being protector of earthrealm and, unbeknownst to the version of you that now sits before him, the soft smile on his face is the exact one he gave you so many eons before this very moment. The smile of the man that loved you, lost you, feared he would never have you again and now finally knows he will.

Liu Kang smashes his lips to yours in a kiss so impassioned it makes your head spin, expressing everything he can through his kiss. The way his tongue licks into your mouth makes your skin burn hot enough to rival his own and you worry for a moment that the rapid beating of your heart may be loud enough for him to hear.

Gripping onto you like you’re his lifeline, Liu Kang pulls you closer until you settle on his lap as he kisses you passionately enough to make your head spin. You’re delighted to feel the pressure of his grip on you, his fingertips hungrily digging into your soft flesh keeping you exactly where he wants you.

His warm palms caress you, slowly sliding to the fat of your thighs just to encourage you in wrapping your legs around him as he lays you back. Liu Kang settles between your legs, finally pulling from your lips just to press his own against the sensitive skin of your throat. 

You barely register Liu Kang’s gentle voice speaking to you; distracted by the feeling of his lips against your skin, his hands working to remove your clothing and the weight of his impressive, hard cock pressing against you through far too many layers for either of your likings.

An embarrassing whine slips from you uncontrollably as you feel him break contact with you to remove his shirt and, despite your disappointment at the fact his hands and lips are no longer on you, you’re granted the unreal view of tattoos and muscular upper body in all its glory. 

Your hands meet his exposed skin like they’re drawn to it by magnets, fingers exploring the bare expanses of his chest and abs that are always just so teasingly visible with how he regularly wears his shirt.

Large, warm hands circle your wrists to pause your caressing hands and your eyes dart up to meet Liu Kang’s. 

“Tell me.. you want to be with me” Sensing your confusion he gently squeezes your wrists and closes his eyes to hide how they pool with vulnerability. “I need to hear it.. please”

With the final word barely a whisper from his lips you pull free from his grip and embrace the man, the god, in front of you. 

“I want you Liu Kang, I want to be with you”

You press your lips to his cheek.

“I want to be with you in every way I can be”

Emboldened by your words, his hands grip you once again and he wastes no time in baring the both of your bodies to each other between passionate, breathtaking kisses.

Laid on your back once more, your legs lock around Liu Kang’s waist to selfishly pull his hips closer. The feeling of his bare cock brushing against your soaked cunt causing a desperate whine to escape from your throat.

Supporting himself with one arm to hold himself over you he uses his free hand position himself, briefly running the head of his thick cock through your slick and bumping it against your clit before slowly pressing into you.

The moan Liu Kang lets out is sinful, a deep, rich sound that you wish you could hear on repeat for the rest of your days and the flushed expression on his face as he finally sinks the full length of his dick into your pussy is so beautiful you think for a moment that you truly understand what it means to ‘see God’.

“Forgive my impatience.. but believe me when I say I have waited longer than you know to have you like this”

He really did want to take his time with you, feel your pretty pussy clench and gush around his fingers, feel your clit pulse under his tongue as he spends hours between your legs, spend as much time as possible making you fall apart in the best way imaginable but the idea of waiting another second without being as close to you as he possibly could be is pure torture.

Your moans are loud and so unbearably pretty as Liu Kang begins with a few experimental thrusts, the sound of your sweet voice and the wet slap of each slow thrust driving you both further into a lust filled haze. He knows he should wait longer before ramping up the pace and force of his thrusts but the desperation he feels for you along with the feeling of your gentle hands knotting into his hair only encourages him into fucking you the way you both need him to.

Your head drops back into the pillows, each deep thrust sending pleasure coursing through your veins and making your brain go foggy with want. Every punch of Liu Kang’s tip against your g-spot makes your toes curl and your fingernails dig deeper into his muscular shoulders. 

Liu Kang brings you back with a gentle grip on your jaw, angling you to better look him in the eyes while he buries his cock in you. He drops closer to you, encompassing you with his body and pressing his thick cock so deeply it makes you see stars. His heat surrounds you, long hair tickling your face as he presses his forehead to your own. 

There's a burning love in his eyes as he takes in your fucked out expression and Liu Kang thanks whatever power higher than his own that controls fate because he has you in his arms again, in his bed. He has a chance to be yours forever again, to make you his wife, make you a mother and all of the things that he spent so long wishing he had done before this time around.

All of your senses are completely overtaken by him, your mind blank to the world and the only intelligible thing leaving your mouth being the God of fire’s name.

Gentle fingers meet your puffy, sensitive clit and every circle combined with perfectly aimed hits to your g-spot brings you dangerously close to the edge. The pleasure is overwhelming, almost bringing tears to your eyes and forcing you into a pleading babble that only serves to make Liu Kang fuck you with even more purpose.

“I c-can’t!” 

The speed of his fingers on your clit picks up as the clench of your needy cunt draws borderline whines from the god of fire amid his pleasure filled grunts.

“You can, my love..” Your mouth opens in a silent scream, your legs tighten around his waist to the point that he’s reduced to barely thrusting at all but instead grinding his hips into yours giving you an overwhelming pressure against both your clit and your g-spot. 

“You can and you will.”

A strained sob rips from your throat as the God’s words do the job of sending you over the edge. Your vision bursting with stars while your body trembles, overtaken by every jolt of pleasure your orgasm sends through your nerves.

The feeling of your pulsing cunt clenching around him even tighter with your high pushes Liu over the edge with barely enough time to pull from your heat. A gorgeous moan of your name falling from his lips as his hand moves to his cock to stroke himself and prolong his orgasm, each rope of his cum landing on your used pussy and trembling thighs.

There's a comfortable silence between you, no words spoken as he reaches for his discarded shirt to clean you up with. The only sound other than the subtle movements being the crackle of the fire and the gentle pants that you can’t quite get under control so soon.

Spare a final glance at the mess he made of you, a sort of possessiveness and pride rears its ugly head as he cleans you up as tenderly as possible with his shirt. Each pass of the cloth against your skin is done so carefully that it feels as if it barely touches you.

You watch him with a smile on your face that he can’t stop himself from returning. A lovesick, soft smile shared between lovers which remains present even as he settles himself beside you and pulls you into his comfortable embrace.

You can hear the comforting rhythm of his heart as your head rests on his warm chest, your eyes barely able to stay open as you’ve been reduced to a drowsy mess.

“Rest my love, I’ve got you” And he vowed to himself he would never let you go again. In every universe, in every timeline, he’d do everything to make sure it was you and him.

[the-lazyyy-artist]

i saw you in a dream a two-part Karasu Tabito x Filipina!reader story part two

Synopsis: The dreams of a distant war led you to believe that he could exist now. Maybe he did.

Word Count: 2.3K

Content Warning: Discussions of history (especially with how Japan teaches it), reincarnation au, reoccurring dreams, fluff, a little ooc (sighs again i know), mentions of Karasu's childhood experiences (lmao huhu)

Author's Note: Now, I know that the discussions of Japan's way of teaching their people about the history of WW II are quite different from how the rest of the world tells it and how it's still controversial, I dabbled lightly around this sensitive topic just to give an insight of how the reader and the other characters dealt with it. I just wanna give you a heads-up on that. If you have any insights about it, please let's discuss it together through replies, reblogs, dms, or asks. I want everyone who reads this part to have an open mind and be willing to give out their points in terms of writing and history. Thank you so much for reading the first part.

Read part one here!

@mininji @wannabepoeticischiya @x3nafix ✨

You were 8 years old.

The dream was always blurry like a camera lens that needed some wiping. The voices sounded underwater; only its tone was familiar to you. The song from the record player was oddly clear to you, but you never figured out what the song was. You can feel the grief in it... because, in the dream, you were the woman left behind by... what was his name again?

At a young age, you'd always read the story of the Japanese Occupation in the Philippines in your History Book almost every week, memorizing the events. However, to your knowledge, you know that there's something more than just the important date of when the Bataan Death March started and where the destination was or what McArthur said when he fled the Philippines for safety. 

You asked your teacher to tell you more when the class reached the lesson, being the only one awake and active in such a boring class. She was more than willing to tell you more after classes for a one-on-one session, further increasing your excitement. She warned you as you sat comfortably beside her desk that the deeper event of the colonization wasn't for children, to which you only responded, "I'm a big girl, teacher! I'm sure I can handle it." 

You did not.

Because who even knew that there were abuses against women, forcing them to bring men comfort? Who even knew that the Philippines suffered the most because of the battles between Japan and America? Who knew the country was almost erased from the map because of the war? Who knew that it was a bloody part of the country's history?

You struggled to sleep that night, and the dream didn't help you much.

By age 12, your parents took you to Japan as they worked there. It was better for everyone to be together; they told you to comfort you as you cried and cried not to let you leave your grandparents' house. They promised a complete family if you just go with them this time. The plane ride in a foreign country, the country that did so much damage to your homeland, made you feel nauseous. You didn't want to be with these people, you thought, as you sat in your seat, unable to understand anyone in class. It was a sad sight. You were thankful that your dad was patient enough to teach you basic phrases and Hiragana. "You'll get better when you make friends. That way, you can talk and learn from them," he told you one night after your nightly tutoring session.

Easier said than done. Until someone did approach you.

He was nice, at least. He didn't care much that you were different and quiet. He sat beside you one day and said, "Otoya." You replied with your last name, and he nodded. Then he started to talk. You tried to understand what he said, and he was patient enough to let you process what he said before saying more. He was so chill around you that you brought him home to introduce him to your parents, saying, "Ma, Pa, Otoya," then turning to Otoya, saying, "Otoya, Ma, Pa."

It was a weird sight that your parents talked to him more than you did to him, your parents translating what they just said in your native tongue. Slowly, he became a frequent visitor in your home, being around whenever your father gave you your daily language lessons. When you started to get the hang of the language, you finally had a proper conversation with him without writing your questions and responses on paper. There would be times that Otoya would correct you, and you'd roll your eyes at him at which he'd just shrug.

You told him about the dream, how it's connected to history, and how your country suffered. You and Otoya had a silent argument about what version of history was right, almost causing both of you to almost break off your friendship.

You decided to say sorry and to just drop the history thing. But Otoya was still intrigued by your dream.

"Might be reincarnation," he said as you two were taking a break from studying, lying on the hardwood floor of your living room. His silvery hair shone from the sunlight streaming through the window. You sighed and started to fidget on the hem of your shirt. "That would be weird. Why would I be a reincarnation of a sad lady?" you asked quietly. Otoya turned to look at you, his slanted eyes looking bored yet interested. "Maybe you'd grow into one," he teased, his tone unchanging. He always spoke nonchalantly, but you always picked up the intention of his words through the little quirks of his voice. You grabbed your notebook and slapped his head with it, earning a little "ow" from him. "And you'd grow up into a miserable old man who will never get a girlfriend."

Otoya laughed softly and shook his head. "You're wrong. I'm already on my sixth girlfriend this year," he said, his laughter fizzled into a small smile on his lips. "Eugh, we're in our second year of middle school and you had 6 girlfriends already? Gross." 

"If you aren't so hung up with your dreamscape husband, maybe you'd enjoy dating too," he replied, sitting up. The ends of his silver hair dropped on his forehead, then he fixed the green streak in front. "Are you really gonna grow your hair out?" you asked, ignoring his comment from earlier. Otoya nodded and messed his hair up a little. "I read somewhere that girls are into guys with longer hair. Might wanna try that out."

You let out another gagging noise before you sat back up. "Enough with the dating talk. You disgust me."

You noticed that the dreams were becoming clearer yearly, revealing more events. The conversations were a little audible, the faces of your dreamscape siblings were no longer a blur, and the song... you were finally able to figure out the tune of the song. The moment you woke up one day, you quickly hummed the song through your phone's voice recorder, hoping one day you'd find the title. 

By the time you reach the age of 17, you realize you've been having the dream more frequently than before, sometimes five times every couple of months. By now, you know how deep the man's voice was, comforting and warm despite the situation. He was caring, he was kind. You wondered if Otoya's guess years ago of this being a reincarnation was true because now, you only wanted to find someone like the man in your dreams. How much of a coincidence would it be when you find the same person as him?

Five years have passed, and you have slowly forgotten about the dream. Maybe it was just your busy life that made you forget how you had it for the past year. Now, it's just an afterthought, a memory of how you experienced a love story every time you closed your eyes at night. 

The classroom door opened, revealing Otoya and the security guard following behind him. "Eita! It's class hours, what are you doing here?" You asked, pushing him out of the room. The kids inside the room gasped and giggled, hushed conversations between them. "You're attracting too much attention now," you scolded him silently. Otoya shrugged and replied, "Come with me this weekend." Typical Otoya, not acknowledging the commotion he's causing. Now kids are lurking by the door, looking at the star footballer and wondering what he's doing with their beloved English teacher. You smiled at them and asked them to get inside, your sweet voice filling the hallways. The kids giggled and hid behind the door. "Eita," you said, returning your focus to your childhood friend, "you could've texted me that you're back in town."

"You could've been busy, and this is easier. I've invited some soccer friends to visit and take them around the city. Plus, they don't believe I have a best friend, so come with me," Otoya replied, his voice a little sing-song tune, but when he sounds like that, he's annoyed. You scoffed, reaching out to tug his green-streaked hair gently. "Alright, I'll accompany you and your friends. Just text me the details so I can clear my schedule, but only on the weekend. Okay?" 

As soon as Otoya nodded, you started to push him out of the hallway. "Now you have to leave. The kids might not be able to stop themselves from seeing more of you." Otoya nodded and waved at the kids peeking through the door, watching him leave. The moment you turned to tell the kids to get back inside, they started to bombard you with questions about your relationship with Otoya and how you knew him. You sighed, knowing that the lessons would be put aside for this.

The moment Karasu heard Otoya mention your name in the locker room after their last match, he knew.

The dreams, he knew this is what it meant. He knew that he was going to meet you one day. "Who?" he asked.

"Oh, interested?" Otoya replied, "Too bad 'cause she's in love with someone else."

He must be interesting, Karasu thought, but meeting you might change everything. Maybe. Chigiri chimed in, saying he doesn't believe that Otoya has a best friend when all he talks about are girls and how to pick them up. "How about we visit each other's hometowns while off-season?" Otoya suggested, throwing his duffle bag over his shoulder, and waiting for Karasu and Chigiri to finish up. Chigiri shrugged, saying he was okay with it. Karasu agreed too, saying it would be interesting to look around.

Your name has been on his mind for years, it's crazy. He has never told anyone about his dreams, how he sees himself as a soldier in high ranks, marrying a girl in a country he has studied so much about, learning as much as he could, even the parts he cannot accept at first but kept his mind open for the possibility that it might be true. It was crazy enough that people might start making fun of him for it, so he kept it to himself, kept it in his heart, and swore to find you, even if the possibility of meeting you were low. He believed that in his ordinary life, this dream made it extraordinary.

The dreams started when he was 8. Every night, it’s always so clear. Karasu could see the face of the lady, the way she smiled, the way she cried when he left, the way she looked when he danced with her. The sad lady, he once called her, became his favorite dream. Maybe that's why he rejected Marisa. He was too in love with her. 

It was sad when he dreamt of the lady less and less as he aged. He could remember her name, her face, and her voice. Karasu knew that this might have meant something.

He read about reincarnation in other religions and how it works. He read about it in fairytales and watched it in romance movies his sister loved to watch. Karasu knew he could be reaching, but if he kept dreaming of a certain woman, this might be it.

Now it seemed fate was working overtime as he and Chigiri waited for Otoya to pick them up at the station. It was a lovely day, too. The breeze was gentle and cool, and the sky was as blue as ever. 

He knew this would be the day he’d meet the sad lady.

"Sup," Otoya greeted as he arrived, walking towards the two. "Where's your best friend?" Chigiri asked, looking around, "You said your 'best friend' would be here."

"She will be here. She has some school things to do," Otoya responded.

"Student?" Chigiri asked.

"Nah, teacher."

The day went on as Otoya took Karasu and Chigiri to local spots to avoid a surge of tourists that day. Otoya was good at playing tour guide for the two, taking pictures of each other, noting places with great deals, and buying souvenirs for their families. It was not long before Otoya took Chigiri and Karasu to Sakae District, awaiting your arrival.

And Karasu knew you before you even spoke.

God, you looked exactly like how you did in his dream. The kind eyes, a smile that could take every worry away, and your hair, though longer, was the same. But you weren’t as sad as you were in his dreams. "Is that her?" Karasu asked, his eyes glued on you as you walked towards them. "Yep."

"Hi, guys! I'm sorry I joined you so late! Had to grade the kids' essay papers," you said, your cheerful voice somehow lifting their exhaustion. Otoya threw his arm over your shoulder, pulling you to him. "It's alright. We had fun without you anyway."

"Rude," you scoffed, nudging his rib with your elbow. "Are you gonna introduce me to your soccer friends, Eita?"

"Ah, right. Karasu, Chigiri, Y/n. Y/n, Karasu, Chigiri."

Your mind somehow sparked at the name. Karasu. Where have you heard that name again? 

His eyes met yours, pretty blues that reminded you of something distant. A memory? His smirk reminded you so much of someone you met before. He was familiar yet a stranger, someone you want to know more and get close to. What was this feeling?

You held out your hand for Chigiri, which he was happy to shake, and turned to Karasu who held your hand firmly, and for a split-second...

You were taken back to the conversations in the dream about the war and the soldier telling you he loved you, how he told you he wanted you as his wife, and how his name was...

"Tabito?"

Karasu smiled at you as he stepped closer, meeting your gaze once more.

"So, it really is you, Y/n. I've been waiting to meet you for years."

[paranoiddreams]

Random Headcannons: Yuji✰

ღ Warnings!! - Sukuna is a whole tw, some of them are a little suggestive but in a goofy way (?), me just yapping tbh, explicit language, mentions of Drake😖, marijuana use🍃, ADHD mentions, he’s kinda brainrotted okay?

ღ A/n!! - Some may be ooc to yall but this is how I see him in my head tbh😭 I’m just going off of vibes. Lmk who you want next! Requests for any fandom on my navi are always welcome!! I’m also working on a longer fic rn, so to that anon who sent a Sukuna request (yk who you are), it’s coming soon🫵🏻😈

Masterlist | navi

Was so invested in the Kendrick Lamar vs. Drake situation Imao. He knew everything that happened from when it started to when it unofficially ended.

Yaps about it to anyone who will listen, and let’s be honest, everyone will because he's such a charming guy

Might just be me, but I feel strongly that Yuji had an emo phase in his middle schools years. I'm talking My Chemical Romance kinda emo, yk, the freaky ones

Not speaking out of experience or anything haha😶‍🌫️

Does actually love J law, and will watch compilations on YouTube at 3 am. What can he say? He's a loyal man.

He watches CaseOh 100% and does have notifs for him on

Chronic iPad kid, it's bad

And to make things worse he can't eat without watching anything (like most of us let's be fr)

He uses the excuse that "kings have always had entertainment while they feast back in the day, what's the difference?”

Sukuna literally couldn't be more ashamed to be in this gen z brainrot teenager's body.

DOES NOT play around when it comes to a Roblox tycoon. Don't cross ma boy in his tycoons.

Actually talks to Sukuna telepathically(?) sometimes. Like when he's bored he'll just-

"Sukuna, do you actually have two dicks?"

"Shut the fuck up."

Most likely listens to Tame Impala, Cuco, Suicideboy$, maybe even a little Pierce the veil time to time. Also loves K-pop and girl groups like BTS, New Jeans, and ENHYPHEN.

His biases are Jungkook, Hanni, & Jake :3

Considered using his hand mouth thing to jerk off one time, but was swiftly turned away from the idea when Sukuna heard him think of it and told him he'd kill him instantly : (

Smokes 🍃 every once in a while when he has a weekend free

He’s a talker when he’s high fs

Will go off about conspiracy theories, and this sounds cliche, but istg he would do this shi

He’s a genuine conspiracy theorist when he’s sober too tbh

But Indica gets him talking🤝

I kinda wrote abt this in one of my requests, but I think that Yuji is a huge fan of getting scared and just having that thrill

Haunted houses, scary movies, music, stories, he loves all of it.

I mean, Gojo made him watch like one million bajillion (real) movies, so ofc he’s grown a fondness for anything over the top disturbing/cheesy

He’s one of those people who’s annoyingly good at everything he tries on the FIRST try.

He doesn’t mean to, but he will one up anyone he’s in the room with😭

Yuji DOES NOT fuck with Xbox, he’s a PlayStation girlie✨

He has a thing for chubby girls 😶‍🌫️ just dropping this here bc I may or may not have smth in the works…

He’d be able to make friends with a roach in the corner of the room, he’s such a caring, compassionate guy, but we already knew this.

Gives ADHD realness

Has definitely called Gojo ‘dad’ by accident a few times before.

Strikes me as the type to flirt and not even realize…

F2L &/or grumpy x sunshine vibes all the way!!!

[stellari-s]

a promise i want to keep . . .

request; it was a prompt from @judejazza hehe ✨✨ and requests are currently open!

wc; 1 958.

tags; jude jazza x gn! fairytale keeper! reader, injury fic, slight presence of blood, may be kinda ooc (this is my first time writing for jude and ikevil), pain inflicted on reader, best to assume pre-established relationship, jude is softer if you squint a bit 👀

summary; you had gotten injured after a mission because you took a hit for jude, but roger is out right now, and so who ends up treating your injuries? well, who else is there but jude?

you had made a mistake — except that you hadn’t. that is to say: you didn’t think you made a mistake, but in the eyes of the man before you, he apparently seemed to think otherwise.

“ow ow ow, jude,” you hiss, gritting your teeth together in an attempt to distract yourself from the sharp sting on your arm inflicted by a certain ruthless fairy. “be more gentle—please.”

“gentle?” jude repeats your words, albeit with a more cold tone and wicked grin. “i betcha you’re hopin’ for that quack of a doctor to come and treat your wounds so ‘gently’ right about now, but what a shame he’s out. the goddess of luck just ain’t on your side today.”

actually, you don’t mind being with jude... not that you’d admit such a thing to his face.

that, and you could find it in your heart to, i don’t know, be a little more nice.

despite that, though, you know that jude very well could have just left you there. if he was a truly harsh, truly cruel person that others may make him out to be, that would be exactly what he would’ve done. when you think of it like that, you really can’t bring yourself to mind.

that alone was enough to give you a sense of comfort.

you start to retreat into the confines of your own thoughts, and for a while, that is enough to withdraw you from the pain of the wound, letting it fade into a throbbing ache in the background.

that is, until another sharp pain brings you (unpleasantly) back to your senses. “ack, jude, really, if i wasn’t watching you, i would’ve thought you were out to reopen my wound, not treat it, i swear.”

“aw, does it hurt? what a shame ya won’t be protectin’ me next time.” his voice drips with sarcasm, but the next moment his smirk drops into a more serious, or maybe angry, expression. “if ya got the time to complain to me, ya got the time to sit and reflect how much of an idiot ya were back there. should i maybe look at your head first? or if ya prefer to reflect, you can sit on your knees to reflect yourself.”

“i don’t need to be on my knees for you to treat my arm,” you manage to talk back, your shoulders raising and eyes narrowing in a defensive posture.

you had responded the way you did in a somewhat sore attempt to hide how hurt you had felt by the words that pierced through your heart like a blade lathered with a generous coating of poison.

to your surprise, though, you see the silver-haired man before you grin. “oh? seems at least you got some guts.” jude then narrows his purple eyes, which reminds you of a field of violets in a moonlit night and makes you feel strangely calm, as he clicks his tongue in exasperation. “but talk ‘bout a joke goin’ over the head,” he mutters, though his hands continue to clean the wound. it seems he is no longer interested in pressing on the wound purposely for his own amusement.

“...it doesn’t hurt as much.”

the comment was meant for yourself, but it seems it had reached jude’s ears as he directs a glare in your direction. “yeah? want me to do it again?”

you feel a shiver rush up your spine like a spider crawling upwards, causing you to stiffen in place.

“n-no thank you.”

you two fall into a silence after this, letting jude focus on your wound. occasionally you hear him mutter how he was going to make roger pay tenfold for increasing his workload, but it doesn’t escape you how he still pays close attention to your wound.

as he does, the weight of your actions from the mission finally settle in your mind.

at first, when jude had called you an “idiot,” it really did hurt your feelings. you know his words are intentionally harsh, and if he wanted to be nice, he would find a way to twist those words to make them sound mean. but thinking back on the incident that had landed you two in the basement of crown castle as “doctor” and patient, you know the words he had spoken are the truth, even though he had casually waved it off as a “joke.”

— some time ago.

“jude, are you sure we should just walk back? we can always hail a carriage.”

“nah, the mission from queenie’s officially over, but there’s something i gotta check first. goin’ by foot’s faster in this case. if ya going to stick with me though then don’t get in my way.”

as a fairytale keeper, you don’t have an obligation to stick with jude any longer. if you wanted, you could simply go back to the castle, write the report, and submit it to victor. but there is a miniscule feeling tugging in your chest.

perhaps it was an innocent curiosity. a sudden, maybe “idiotic” feeling bubbling inside you urges you to nod your head, say “yes, let me come with” regardless of any rationale. it threatened to overflow.

outside of missions, what was jude like? you knew he ran another business, and that he has made a sea of enemies by now, but what else?

“…please take me with you, jude.”

a smirk graces jude’s lips. “just remember ya asked for it, so don’t come runnin’ to me if ya end up cryin’.”

the meaning of those words would sink in soon after, when apparently someone who is within this vast “sea of enemies” charges head-on toward jude from a blind spot.

jude starts to turn around, but when you see the silver gleam of a knife, your body moves on your own.

he could have protected himself all right. you know that well in your head.

so why did you take a blow for him? for jude, of all people? was it some attempt to cling onto any sense of justice in this dark world that muddled your sense of morality, maybe?

by now, jude had started wrapping gauze around your arm. you simply watch the bright red of your own blood spread like a flower blooming on the white of the fabric.

“…jude?”

“yeah?”

you had thought you were ready to confess your thoughts to him, but much to your chagrin, once you actually open your mouth to speak, the words come out with a slightly trembling, hesitant quality.

“about what you said before. i think… you were right.” you suck in a breath to try and recompose yourself (to little avail). “what i did back there was… idiotic, as you say. i’ll admit that.”

jude doesn’t respond, but you can tell he is listening, even without making eye contact with him.

you take his silence as a cue to continue — or rather, to finish your thought. “but, i don’t think that makes me, as a person, an idiot.”

jude scoffs. “a person is defined by their actions, whether they like it or not. if ya got good intentions but the way ya go ‘bout it is shitty, there ain’t no one who’ll give a damn.”

“that’s quite funny coming from you,” you blurt out before thinking, earning yourself a sharp look from those stormy violet eyes of his.

“ya know that’s besides the point, smartie. if ya really want me to think otherwise, i hope you’re prepared to pay back the debt ya owe. if not… well, at least ya ain’t idiotic enough to not know.”

he finishes wrapping the gauze around your arm then, though he doesn’t let go without giving your arm another squeeze, a threatening motion in its essence.

“ouch! okay, alright, i get it! i will pay you back, so stop squeezing my arm and pressing on the wound!!”

“next time don’t go dawdlin’ around tryin’ to protect me if all ya gonna do is get hurt and give me more work on my plate.”

you see jude’s eyes glare at you, maybe even gleaming slightly due to the lighting. his expression doesn’t bother to conceal his annoyance either. but once again you had come to the realization that — twisted as it was — this was his way of warning you, as one may arguably remember best through pain.

it was his way of protecting you.

his words were mean, but he never once abandoned you; he never left you behind. hell, here he was, probably having better things to do right about now, treating your arm (though that was only because roger was out).

the thought tickles your mind and makes a smile break out on your lips as you try to stifle laughter. jude, on the other hand, doesn’t seem so amused.

“ah? the hell’s so funny?”

“nothing.” more stifled laughter.

“aw, ya can’t be that much of a freak.” jude once again has that wicked smirk playing on his lips, glowing in his eyes. “how ‘bout i sew your mouth shut first for lyin’ through your teeth?”

“say what you want, but i know you won’t actually go through the pain of doing that.”

when you see jude’s eyes widen slightly, you can’t help but let out a small victory cheer in the depth of your heart for catching him off guard, even a little bit.

it was a small victory indeed, though, for jude managed to recover quickly.

“well if ya can go ‘n talk back to me like that, guess ya feel better.”

now it is your turn to feel surprised as jude suddenly lets go, turning his back on you and walking back upstairs in long strides. you lift your arms to reach out for him, unable to move more than that due to surprise for a brief moment. when you can move, you jump off the table on which you sat while jude was treating you to follow after him.

“ah… hey, jude! wait for me! would it kill you to walk a little slower?!”

though you can’t see his expression from where you are (and so you could be completely wrong), you have an inkling at least he isn’t wearing as harsh an expression as he had when he was facing you.

[jude seemed a little mad today.

i do get where he is coming from, too, i really do. that said, a part of me felt that if i hadn’t taken the hit for him, then he would have taken it for me. i’m not sure if he respects me at this point (maybe he just finds me annoying) but still, i’m convinced it’s in his nature to protect others.

like a guardian fairy, he can’t… not protect others. even if it’s in his own, jude way.

that’s why i couldn’t help thinking if jude is the one protecting others, then who is there to protect him?

maybe that person isn’t me, and i think i ended up in jude’s debt rather than earning any semblance of thanks. but even so, i can’t help but feel i want to become that person someday.

perhaps it’s simply naïveté, but that’s why until that day may come, i hope i can at least stay by his side.

“what a shame you won’t be protecting me next time…”

i know you probably won’t see this note, jude, but i just want to say that unfortunately, i don’t think this will stop me from trying in the future, nor do i really regret it.

——after all, just like you have your own promise you want to keep, i, too, have one of my own i do not want to break.]

(found on a crumpled notebook page, ripped neatly out from the book)

[sacredtime]

If the boys had a chronically ill mate:

Possibly ooc

David: the minute he’s told (or realizes) Angel is chronically ill he internally panics and frets about them and how they treat themselves and how he treats them. He knows Angel has been living with this for a long time knowingly or not, their usual laidback attitude and usual lack of thought towards how they take care of themselves makes him concerned. He’ll focus more on making sure Angel is accommodated for in the home and they can be as comfortable as possible in their house.

David makes sure Angel is also treated well in day to day life. They come home complaining of how they’re getting treated or how they have to go into the doctor and how shit the doctor was to them when they told the doctor their problems he’ll come in next time as scary dog privilege and back up bullshit detector since unfortunately they’ll listen to him better than Angel. David is also on top of any medications and the conditions and location of possible mobility aids. Angel will never run out of medication or misplace any aids they need. If any of their medications have bad side effects or reactions with Angel David’s written it down in detail along with when they started it. Anything needs maintenance or needs to be replaced? There’s already an appointment set before Angel can forget or procrastinate about setting one.

Asher: Asher doesn’t worry like David, Babe is responsible and has their shit together out of the two and they probably have a steady routine; and despite his goofball, carefree personality he’s extra attentive to Babe once he’s told and help them see the positive side of things. Yeah he might try to get out of things but he’ll become their personal runner for anything, he’ll even ask David to try and teach him how to cook again so then Babe doesn’t have to make meals when they’re not up to it or has to power through making meals because Asher can’t really be trusted in the kitchen. He’ll also move anything around to make things manageable for Babe, he’ll also carry them and any mobility aids around if need be any time they ask.

Asher isn’t as intimidating as David off of looks alone, he lacks David’s murderer face, but he is very much a people person and I think he’s able to guilt trip people very well. Someone talks down to Babe or touches their things he makes the person feel so bad the person can’t help but apologize and depending on the situation avoid the two. He’s also naturally Babe’s biggest hype man, things are getting hard for Babe and he can’t do anything? He’s there encourage them and then comfort them after. Physio? Asher’s right beside them being literal support and not backing out no matter how hard they hold onto him or how much of their weight Babe puts on him. Asher is also great with positive reinforcement, if Babe struggles to take or remember to take pills he has a timer and little treats to make it all worth it and bearable few minutes.

Milo: Sweetheart is pretty self sufficient and tries to work through hell and high water so when they crash, they crash hard. When Milo realizes they have a chronic illness he makes it his mission to alleviate their stress and pain. He knows sweetheart is a workaholic and they are set well in their ways no matter how unhealthy it is. He has pain killers, massages and a good show/movie on hand. Even if Sweetheart tries to keep going despite everything Milo will pull out the big guns: ✨Aggro✨. He’ll plop the cat on their lap and sweetheart can help but stay put for as long as possible no matter how frustrating it is to be kept from their work. Milo also makes sure that in sweetheart’s work frenzy they eat well so they don’t feel even worse. He has ice packs, heating pads, pain killers and if worst comes to worst his mother to help manage sweetheart’s conditions.

Milo also makes sure he that they keep any mobility aids in arms reach for them. It’s not that sweetheart doesn’t acknowledge that they need them, it’s just that it’s another thing they have to bring with them that they also can’t cloak the aid so they try to go for as long as possible without it. He’ll start to nag if they’re at home and refuse to use it. Milo will also get sweetheart excellent comfy formal wear for work so they don’t have to wear anything uncomfortable or if they have braces they can wear them comfortably under their clothes and are able to look fashionable. I feel like sweetheart carries enough respect naturally with their job and just the attitude they have on their own they don’t need Milo’s help when it comes to disrespectful people and doctors in the empowered world but both would bounce off each other excellently and damn near kill someone with their words alone.

Sam: in short he is stressed. When Sam finds out Darlin has a chronic illness they shrug it off as ‘not that bad’ and that ‘everyone’s bodies do this.’ that if Sam weren’t a vampire and immortal he’d have had so many years taken off his life by the stress of this revelation alone he’d probably be on his deathbed. In the early stages of their relationship Darlin has nothing but a sketchy ziploc bag of Tylenol/Advil and a brace and/or cane from like Walmart. He goes all in looking for their medical history to confirm what they have if it’s there and if they should be on medication and then takes them in to the doctors for various tests whether they think it’s serious or not. Sam is there no questions to make sure Darlin goes to their appointments and he makes sure Darlin gets answers and proper treatments, he is unbelievably persistent and determined to get their health back on track. He is the ultimate mother hen early on and focuses on getting Darlin into better habits while also keeping them safe from their own recklessness.

Sam later in the relationship is far less stressed since Darlin is considerably more stable. He keeps tabs on their medicine still and can’t help but monitor their condition just incase they try to hide it again as to try and not worry him. In the rare time that Darlin finally crashes Sam comes in with old man comfort as they sit on the couch under a blanket. He uses his lack of body heat as a human sized ice pack, putting his hands on the areas that ache the most and apply subtle pressure while murmuring affirmations of how they’re still strong and how he doesn’t see them as lesser or love them any less for times like this.

If darlin has a cane and Sam picks it up Fred and bright eyes joke that it’s his now and to not rush his weary old man body and a whole bunch of grandpa jokes.

[sl-vega]

Hi Vee, I would like to request a sick! gn reader with some of the genshin characters (Yae Miko, Wanderer, Albedo, and Kazuha) where reader can’t really talk all to well cause of said sickness. What sort of shenanigans would ensue as our dear reader tries to communicate. It’d also be really cool if the reader knew a bit of sign language and tried to communicate that way (your choice on whether the characters know it or don’t). Have a lovely morning/day/evening!

NOW I'M (LOVE)SICK

pairings: Yae Miko, Albedo, Wanderer, Kazuha x [GN!] Reader

genre: fluff, established relationship, headcanons/drabbles, canon compliant, sick! reader, reader knows sign language

synopsis: in which your s/o tries their best to make you feel better since you've fallen ill

CW: mild language, potentially ooc, vee doesn't know how to do headcanons so you have been warned

additional notes: lol perfect timing for this request cuz I'm actually sick rn // header credits: yae header by @/k1aya on pinterest, albedo header by @/kuno on pinterest, wanderer header by @/ggoldiz on pinterest, Kazuha header by @/detailuffy on pinterest

YAE MIKO-Divina Vulpes

miss girl would be babying you 100%

kinda acts more like your mom than your s/o in this case tbh

"I told you not to go adventuring in the rain!" but then she goes back to saying shit like "aww you poor thing~, let me get some soup for you"

yae would also tease you too, cuz yk, she's yae miko

since she's not human, I don't think she can get sick, well not any human diseases at least

she tries her best to be there for you though, probably reads a bunch of light novels from her publishing house to help you fall asleep

if you try to communicate via sign language to her, she probably just hushes you and grabs your hands so you stop frantically making hand signs

cuz she wants you to get your rest

I think she does know a little sign language, but she never really committed to learning it, she'd gladly start for you though

ALSO

i think she'd turn into her fox form and let you cuddle with her like she's a stuffed animal

totally not projecting rn

ALBEDO-Princeps Cretaceus

he'd def send sucrose over to check on you if he's busy, but once he's done with his work, he is SPRINTING over to check on you

✨he's a runner he's a track star✨

maybe it's just me but I feel like Albedo would be the type of boyfriend that worries over you a lot

when he does come over, he probably has lots of concoctions that are supposed to clear your throat, but they're probably made of...

less than delicious materials

and you aren't becoming your boyfriend's personal test subject no thank you, not today

since he has a little sister, he knows how to take care of you

probably has experience cuz klee would get super sick after running around in the rain for too long-

makes you chicken soup, and tea, the usual

if you try to communicate with him via sign language due to losing your voice, he'll probably have the same reaction as yae

just forces you to go back to sleep

he def knows sign language (mr. genius🙄) but he wants you to get better as soon as possible

klee also comes over at some point, probably tells you some crazy story about how she tried to blow up dawn winery with diona or smth-

her and Albedo also make some get well cards for you once you fall asleep as well <3

WANDERER-Peregrinus

this mf

if you've heard his voice lines you already know what this bastard would say to you

he'd call you weak and say shit like "a small illness has already rendered you helpless? how pathetic..."

THE FACT I CAN PERFECTLY HEAR HIM SAY THAT-

he's a puppet so he's never been sick cuz he can't get sick either

nahida would probably slap him and scold him and tell him to be nicer though

on the inside he's super concerned about you

lowkey, he's afraid of losing you

not that he'd ever admit it-

(tsundere scara for the win)

he's worried that you're going to end up like the child he used to live with, and that you'll become "powerless before your mortality" as he'd like to say

same as yae + albedo, if you'd try to communicate with him via sign language he'll tell you to sleep

(in a slightly aggressive way but he's scara what do you expect?)

i don't think he knows sign language at all tbh

he'll ask nahida about it and he'll probably start borrowing books from the akidemiya and practices in secret for you

he WILL ruin his sleep schedule for you but he'll probably just brush it off and be like: "meh, it was easy."

when in reality this mf has spent an AGONIZING amount of time just to try and impress you

he'll make you tea too, the bitter kind

the VERY bitter kind

oml this sounds like scara slander 😭 dw I actually really like him

KAEDEHARA KAZUHA-Acer Palmatum

like albedo, he'd be super worried about you

tells beidou that he needs to make sure you're okay before the crux leaves for it's next destination

brings you tea, soup, and writes cute little love poems for you while you rest in his lap

tells you stories about his travels while holding your hand and sappy stuff like that

kazuha is a top tier boyfriend fr fr

unlike the others, if you tried to communicate with him via sign language, he let you teach him certain phrases

i think he knows a little bit due to his travels so he's picked up on a bit of it

he thinks it's really cute of how you try to explain things to him since you can't speak so you probably alternate between the hand signs themselves and pen and paper

VERY attentive to you

"slow down love, we have all the time in the world."

[this-orange-anon024]

*the familiar child stumbles into Orange, they look confused and scared*

I'm- I'm sorry! I- I- I didn't mean to run into you! -🪷

(ooc: ✨trauma time✨)

(ooc: HAVEN'T THEY SUFFERED ENOUGH/ref)

@gremlinlotusannonhere

Uh- what are you talking about little petal?

(orange gave a little confused chuckle to help them from the stumble)

You're okay silly! Come on, we should get back with Dad and the others.