#Also i tried being more gender neutral with it but probably failed at some part

[littleplantfreak]

Down to my level pt. 2 (SFW)

Starring: Sugishita Kyotaro (he's 6'3 but idk how tall he is when he's all hunched over)

(It's a little different than the first two I did with Umemiya and Togame but I intended to stop near 500 words and I accidentally surpassed it and wrote 1700+ so although Hiragi was suppose to be here to he'll have to wait till next round sorry Ragi-chan!🥺)

When you first met Sugishita Kyotaro (if you could call it a meeting), he walked smack into the door frame of the local library. It didn't phase him in the slightest, but it sure as hell scared you enough to drop the books you were re-shelving. Looking around the bookcase, you can see the boy's forehead already showing tell-tale signs of a goose egg as he rubs it before bringing books to the main counter.

"Ah Kyo-chan! Returning Umemiya's gardening books again?" Hina-san, the head librarian, asks in delight before whisking the books away. "Do you mind helping an old lady move some boxes in the back? I have some snacks in the kitchen once you're done," she says, leading him into the back room before he can say a word. Not that he says anything after that; he just ducks through the doorway careful not to hit his head again.

Picking the books up and continuing where you left off, your mind wandered a bit to that boy. Glossy black hair falling in his face and a scowl that only softened slightly when Hina spoke with him, and he was wearing a Furin jacket to boot. He might be a little cute, you tell yourself before remembering that he could also end up being some scary violent guy that would beat you up if you said the wrong thing to him.  After a bit, he comes back out into the main room with Hina, and you end up spying crumbs left on the side of his mouth from the Madeline cookies you'd brought in the day before. You would have tried to warn him if Hina hadn't already made him lower his face to dust him off while she laughs. He looks completely used to this treatment and you give him the benefit and decide he is definitely cute, Furin boy or not. Sugishita catches the smallest glimpse of you peeking around the corner with your arms full of books before heads off for patrol.

The librarian told him you'd been working part-time during the school year, full time during breaks, and that you were a shy one, so he has to be careful not to scare you away. Funny thing is, you didn't look shy at all earlier. Eyes full of curiosity and a smidge of apprehension, there was no fear in the look you gave him both times you clocked him coming and going from the library. Sugishita thinks to make note of your name only because Umemiya-san said it's important to remember the names of the people around you, even if you don't use them often. It also happened to be a nice one, though if anyone asked him, he wouldn't say.

The next time you see Kyo-chan, he is face down asleep on one of the study tables. You aren't sure how long he's been there since you didn't even hear him come in, but he looks completely wiped out. From the small profile you can see, a few bruises color his face, and there is a bandage slapped over his eyebrow where you assume a small number of stitches are. Not wanting to disturb him, you walk back to the lounge and grab the small blanket that you usually curl up with on your breaks. You lay it on his shoulders with the gentleness of a butterfly because honestly, what would you say if he woke up to you covering him? Sure, it's a nice gesture, but he doesn't even know who you are.

When he wakes up, the first thing that hits him is the smell of cherries. He's aware of the blanket, and grabs it before it slips off him completely. Looking around, the only person in the library is Hina-san, so he returns it with a small thank you.

"Ah that wasn't me dear! It must've been our cute assistant, but they've already gone home. Aren't they sweet?" She gushes, prodding him for an answer.

"Guess so," he mumbles out, still sluggish from the afternoon nap turned full on sleep. He smells like cherries on the way home too.

The third time, Sugishita sees you first. The step ladder you're on wobbles as you try to reach the top of the shelves with the duster. Stretching further on your toes, you grab the shelf to steady yourself, but the thing is years old and not in the best condition. You can feel it give way as you tip sideways,  a squeak forcing itself out out of your throat. You brace yourself for a few nasty bruises until you realize your momentum has stopped.

"You're like a mouse," Sugishita says, and you stare in shock at the boy who caught you.

"Muh-MOUSE?!" Shrill is the only way to describe the voice coming out now. So maybe you do sound like a mouse. Who is he to say that though? He carries you away from the shelves despite the wriggling you're doing, desperate to put your feet on the ground. It's half-embarrassing, half-infuriating that his hold doesn't budge in the slightest.

"I'd appreciate it if you would put me down Kyo-chan," you huffed with your arms now crossed. His walk slows for a second before turning his face away from you. Apparently the way you called him had some effect, though you aren't sure what kind until you look at his ears. You swear they weren't that red before, and you start to feel giddy about it. "Kyo-chan, Kyo-chan, pleeeaaase put me down?" You make your voice sugary sweet. You would've batted your eyes at him too but the fast snap of his head back to you stops your teasing short.

You can only describe the look he throws you as hilariously appalled at your words, but it also confirms they were pretty effective. Neither one to back down, it becomes a staring contest until he speaks first for once.

"Sugishita Kyotaro." An air of finality hangs in the statement of his own name, but as this point you need to press his buttons just a little.

"I prefer Kyo-chan. It's cuter, don't you think?" He looks exasperated as he places you on the lounge's couch gently. Down on his knee in front of you, he grabs your calf to start prodding at your ankle.

"What are you- ow! Don't touch it!" You have to swat his hand away before he lowers your leg grumbling an apology and that saying it's probably sprained. You can feel it now that attention has been drawn to it though. A little red and not completely feeling right, it's almost like it's numb until you try to point a toe out. You cringe at the pain shooting up your calf. No amount of stretching or moving your ankle makes it feel any less painful than the first time, so you finally let it rest.

While you were experimenting with your new injury, Sugishita grabbed a roll of bandages and an ice pack from the kitchen to begin wrapping it. The way he gently takes your shoe off and handles the wrap reminds you of a prince. A silent, grumpy one, but there are so many princes like that in the romance novels that you may or may not have read in the fiction section. Your thoughts start off in a direction you'd do well to cut short but you can't keep a quiet "pretty," from leaving your mouth while you watch him finish up. And he really does look pretty. The sunlight hits him from the windows, lightening his brown eyes just a bit and his serious expression while he's concentrating on wrapping you up is no joke.  "Ah...I meant your hair?" You trail off cursing yourself for saying something like that after teasing him earlier. If it were anyone else you'd expect him to tease you back. You aren't looking at him anymore, until he tries to draw your attention with a grunt. He's turned around, crouched with his back to you.

"Hop on."

"Your back?"

"My back. Hurry up."

"You're going to carry me?" He looks over his shoulder again, with blatant annoyance on his face, and nods. You were wondering how you'd get home, and this seems like one of the few viable options now that you did consider it. Once he stands up, you realize just how tall he really is. Holy Shit. You have to duck with him when he goes through the low doorways of the library, letting Hina know what happened before you both leave and she waves you off.

The walk home is silent mostly due to reveling in the novelty of being taller than usual. Occasionally, you'll point out a stray cat or some flowers climbing up a fence you could only see thanks to the extra few inches. Even though they're met with a hum or grunt, he doesn't seem to be bothered by it.

To Sugishita, you were weren't a bother per se and Umemiya would be pleased to see him helping someone, but he was struck again by the smell of your perfume while he carried you. That, paired with the melody of your voice as you leaned and chatted about the difference in altitude made it hard to concentrate until you said his name.

"Sugishita-san thank you for taking care of me," thanking the stars as well for remembering to tell him while you weren't looking at him fully after calling him pretty minutes prior. He lets out a breath before saying his longest sentence to you yet.

"You can call me whatever you want."

Oh. Oh. He's giving you the green light to call him Kyo-chan again. You were trying to be heartfelt, but he's gotta go and be cute like that? Ears and the back of your neck burn, but you're pleased at the new development. You end up thanking him again, with a regular kyo-chan this time, before hobbling inside your front door wondering when you'd see him at work next.

First thing in the morning though, despite the rain, Sugishita's outside your house with an umbrella telling you to hurry up because he'll end up late for school. It seems he's made it his mission to tote you to both work and school until your ankle is healed. You might just have to fib a little when it starts feeling better to keep the piggyback rides for a while longer.

[yanderes-galore]

So... what about headcanons of Vox and Alastor fighting over a Fallen Angel! GN Reader?

Oh No... Vox and Alastor alone is bad enough... with a Fallen Angel is somehow worse. I will be honest, I struggled HARD on this one, even with @okchijt's help. So I hope what I got across was coherent, even if not all that intense.

Yandere! Vox vs Alastor with Fallen Angel! Darling

Pairing: Romantic/Platonic

Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Obsession, Manipulation, Possessive behavior, Jealousy, Coercion, Violence, Dubious relationship/companionship.

First of all, if we take Lucifer into account, fallen angels are powerful.

Even Vaggie, who I think I can rope into that category, is strong in a different way.

I personally consider fallen angels rare.

Lucifer and Vaggie are the only ones I can really think of in Hell.

So imagine the fame you can get as a fallen angel?

That would be Vox's beginning obsession with you.

A fallen angel would be great for views.

Meanwhile, Alastor would probably first be intrigued due to the power angels contain, even when fallen.

Although, Alastor may also just be interested since Vox is.

Alastor would do anything to piss the TV off.

The two would start their obsessions simply for their own goals.

Vox wants to use your rarity to his advantage.

While Alastor both wants to mess with Vox and fuel his own motives.

Essentially, both Overlords want a deal with you.

Which often leaves you trying to avoid and ignore them.

I feel like any Alastor vs Vox rivalry is created primarily due to the hate they have for each other.

Vox may genuinely feel he has feelings for you or just want to own a powerful being such as yourself.

Meanwhile Alastor primarily wants you as it would devastate Vox.

That or maybe Alastor gets interested in you first, as two fallen angels I know of work at the hotel already.

Only for Vox to catch wind of it and begin to envy that Alastor managed to score a fallen angel.

Both definitely try to tempt you.

Vox more than anything, with fame and stardom.

While Alastor tried to tempt you with power, a deal that could benefit both of you.

It's all just a competition to get you on one side or the other.

How they do it definitely depends on your strength.

If you're near Lucifer's power, then kidnapping is out of the question.

They'd need to use manipulation to coax you into siding with one of them.

If you're similar to Vaggie or somewhere a bit stronger?

They could probably kidnap you if they lured you somewhere.

A big part of the rivalry is control and power struggles.

It feels a lot like you're being used.

In fact, for the most part, you are.

The two only seem to want you to gloat to the other one.

It's petty and very much like them to do.

Between the two, you'd probably side with Alastor more.

Maybe you've fallen by a mistake.

Maybe you want to go back to heaven?

You don't entirely trust him, but Alastor no doubt picks up on this.

He may even tempt you into a deal, saying that staying with him will give you a chance to get back into heaven.

You just need to make a deal.

Of course, Alastor is a liar, but naive you don't know that.

The only catch is you stay away from Vox.

He likes to make you think that, anyways.

You'll never properly rehabilitate as Alastor will always make you fail.

Both of your "admirers" want to make a deal with you.

While you don't trust either of them, you're also unfamiliar with deals.

So maybe you will stay with Alastor.

But Vox always seems more... welcome.

After all, he wants to make you feel welcome.

Always with honeyed words and friendly gestures.

While Alastor does something similar...

It's all manipulation.

All little lies and fake faces, just to make you trust them.

That's all the rivalry is.

Mind games and competition.

Two demons tempting a naive fallen angel, fresh out of heaven and into the fiery pits.

A rabbit entering a lion's den.

To them it's definitely all about control.

You may be naive, but you've still got some power.

At first, it really is all about power.

Yet over time... It's something else.

Perhaps they begin to want your companionship.

Like with Vox bribing you to stay at the tower.

Or Alastor suggesting you spend more time at the hotel for "redemption".

Perhaps they begin to enjoy your presence.

A little slice of heaven, y'know?

It's eventually less about power, and more just craving your presence.

Fighting to win you over eventually makes them obsessed.

After all, neither of them could ask for a better prize.

A fallen angel? Imagine the attention they'd get when they make you theirs?

So... even when they're obsessed, it's really all about ownership.

Even when they begin to care more, they still want to win against the other.

When affectionate, the two have a possessive undertone.

Their rivalry is bad enough as is.

But with a being such as you, someone so easy to exploit...

It only seems to make things worse for you, stuck between two demons who are competing on who can own you first.

[blues824]

Hello! I hope you are doing well! I love your writing 💜 If you don't mind could you do a soulmate mc with Malleus and Leona? (Separately) Sorry if that doesn't make any sense lol If you have too many other requests or you feel overwhelmed don't pay this any attention.

Take breaks and stay hydrated!

Gender-neutral reader. I used the Seeing Color AU, where you can’t see colors until you see your soulmate.

Leona Kingscholar

For the longest time, Leona could not see color. He didn’t really care, as he didn’t believe he was missing out on anything. However, if you asked him when he was a young cub, he would respond with a sheer amount of excitement upon the probability of meeting his soulmate and seeing color before his brother did.

That didn’t happen, as Falena saw his soulmate and saw colors that he had tried (and failed) to describe to his younger brother. It honestly made Leona mad that his brother beat him at something once again, and he would be the second to do something again. He was happy for his brother, but insanely jealous at this amazing and legendary feat. 

After 20 years passed and not an ounce of color aside from the monochrome greyscale, the lion lost all hope. He would roll his eyes whenever someone from his dorm came back and exclaimed about the many different colors that they were now able to see. Good for them, but there was no need to shout out to the world that you found your soulmate.

Eventually, it got to be too much. Ruggie was telling him about how he hoped to meet his soulmate, and Leona just stomped off in anger and annoyance. He didn’t need to hear this ‘true love’ bullshit that he’s been hearing for his entire life up to this point. So, he went to the botanical gardens to take a nap and forget about it all. 

Unfortunately, his nap didn’t last too long, as some incompetent fool decided to step on and trip over his tail. He was understandably angry, as he could be snoozing right now. However, upon opening his eyes and meeting the gaze of the offender… he let out a grunt of surprise upon being attacked with the colors surrounding him.

You had a look of surprise that matched his, and you both just stared at each other in shock. It wasn’t until Grim asked what the hold-up was where you broke eye contact, and he just pulled the leg of your pants to get you to continue moving. You looked back at your… soulmate… and apologized for stepping on his tail before you kept moving.

Leona’s only thought after that interaction was, “Oh, shit…”

Malleus Draconia

No matter what, he always held up hope that he would someday meet his soulmate. Ever since he was a young hatchling, both his grandmother and Lilia would tell him about their soulmates when they were still alive, and they would assure him that he would meet his own one day. Even 178 years later and no color, he still had hope. One might call him a hopeless romantic.

It did make him feel a bit of comfort that his retainers (aside from Lilia, as mentioned before) had also not met their soulmates, even if it is a bit selfish of him to think that. Each night, he would roam around the NRC campus, looking at the moon and wondering if his soulmate was staring at the same moon.

Where were you? He would travel to the moon himself if it meant that you were there, waiting for him. For his entire life, he has been alone, being trained to be the next reigning monarch of the Briar Valley. He no longer wanted to be lonely, and he now wanted someone that he could love and cherish, ‘til death do they part.

All around him, his classmates were finding their soulmates, and he felt happy for them. It just gave him more and more hope that he would be able to find his soon. Until then, he would still look at the moon whenever he went to explore Ramshackle. He let out a sigh as he was about to head back to his own dorm, but then he heard someone’s voice asking to identify himself.

He turned around, meeting your gaze, and suddenly your surroundings were filled with color. Gasps made their way out of both your mouths as you just looked around, taking in the new visuals and trying to adjust to it. Then, after a few moments, you both returned to staring at each other. He had such a loving and joyful gaze, as he had dreamed of this moment for so long.

Unfortunately, he couldn’t accept your invitation when you asked him to come in, as he still had to return to his dormitory, but he had hearts and stars in his eyes. He asked you to call him what you desired, and your silly nickname that you created for him just repeated itself in his mind as he started the trek back to Diasomnia.

“So, the Child of Man is my soulmate…”

[daydream-believin]

Like a Boiled Frog (you don't even scream) [ch 3]

Start here! + [Next Chapter]

Chapter summary: Hear a horrible story from Mikey's childhood. Play (more like fight for your life) some air hockey while interrogating him. Figure out he's a walking corpse. Meet Helpy :)

Warnings: I mean you can see the graphic imagery right there in the first paragraph lol. canon-typical violence.

Word count: 3920, but quite a lot happens

A/N: Im sorry if this ruins it for anyone but part of this au is that michael and henry have a good relationship lol. uh also the mention of the trope "Final Girl" is gender neutral. Don't have to be a girl to be a "Final Girl", promise

Taglist: @spirit-of-the-hollow (thanks for being so sweet, btw)

“And then I did the worst thing I’ve ever done in my entire life. I lifted him up to the bloody thing’s mouth,” Michael leaned down, pushing his face into your personal space in some half-assed effort to scare you, “And I do mean bloody, not in the British way. That wretched animatronic worked like a clam, opening and closing to look like it was singing. The jaw was spring-loaded. Popped his head like a balloon,”

Your gaze briefly flicked behind him to the garbage sculpture that had a balloon for a head, and you let out the breath you hadn’t realized you were holding. This lungful of air hitting his face caused him to close his eyes and retreat from his little intimidation tactic. Yeah, your breath had to smell nasty right now, sorry man.

He violently raked a hand through his hair, taking a deep breath himself. Thankfully, despite the callous way he presented the facts, he didn’t seem to be proud of this… accomplishment. You could see it in his eyes. He was just trying and failing to act tough and scare you away.

His hair was slightly off-kilter now. Yeah, that was a rug. Hmm. Weird, he didn’t look old enough to already be balding to the point of needing one. But, from what you’ve seen, he might be some kind of cyborg or something. If he “got gutted like a fish” and his eyes glowed in the dark.

“He died in the hospital not even a day later...”

“Oh,” was all you could offer.

 His tone had been angry, but you could perceive that it was more with himself than anything. Which you could understand, you’d be incredibly angry with yourself if you were responsible for the gruesome death of a child. Damn. You clumsily put a hand on his shoulder in some attempt at comfort. Michael, in defiance of your expectations, didn’t immediately try to shake it off. But he did glare at you briefly.

Silence settled over you two as you tried to gauge if he was going to keep adding on to this awful story or if he’d hit the limit on what he was willing to relive. You gently patted his shoulder. Michael looked back at you, mouth open like he was about to say something else, but then closed it in a deep frown. Alright, your turn then.

“I am so, so sorry… I—I don’t even know what to say.”

“No one ever does,” he chuckled to himself, as you used the hand that was already resting on his shoulder to pull him into a full embrace, “What are—”

He stiffened up, clearly not used to the physical contact. That’s okay, you weren’t either. But you needed this. For some reason. It was a bit awkward, still being up on the stage, but that was okay too.

“Mate, you don’t have to—it happened 40 years ago, I’m okay,” his tone had the annoyance of someone tired of telling the same old story.

You squeezed Michael a little harder. He was so cold, even in the summer heat. Probably because he kept it like an icebox in here.

“Maybe you don’t feel like you need a hug after all that, Michael, but I do,”

You didn’t even know him. But just the thought of something as horrible as this happening made your stomach churn. The worst kind of horror story: a real one.

He shook you off of him, brushing himself off as he left the stage.

“You want to play some air hockey? I just fixed the machine this morning and need to test it out,”

Okay… So y’all are obviously done talking about this, apparently. You wouldn’t hold it against him. You wouldn’t want to keep talking about this either and would want a quick distraction like this too. Suppose this was technically him getting right back to work. Which was getting a little suspicious, like he was a little kid who was scrambling to do all the chores he procrastinated on because he could hear Daddy pull up in the driveway.

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Michael fired up the machine and breathed a sigh of relief when it actually stayed on for more than a few seconds this time. He had in fact fixed it. Good. That would’ve been embarrassing.

The machine hummed, providing some kind of background noise to cut the silence. Perhaps Mike would consider turning the radio back on over the PA system, if he wasn’t planning on quickly smoking you at this little game and then shoving you right back out the door again. If he turned on the music, you might get the wrong idea and think you’re being welcomed.

You just... Needed to get out of here, okay? The longer you’re here the worse it’s going to get. Even though you were stubborn as a mule, you did seem to care about his brother in some capacity. It was probably a side effect of whatever manipulation that toy bear had used to get you in town, but caring is caring. Unfortunately, sentimentality had no place here at Fazbear Entertainment. As ironic as that statement is, the restaurant being a children’s birthday venue.

“So, um,” you placed your hand over the mallet to draw it back towards you as it began floating away, “you know how I mentioned, um, how Evan was, like, really scared of this one dude?”

“Yeah,” Michael tossed the puck onto the table and almost violently hit it in your direction. 

He wasn’t pulling any punches, and he really didn’t like where this conversation was headed.

“And that dude looks like you,” you barely managed to hit the puck back at him.

“Yep.” He popped that P hard. 

Michael’s annoyance at grown-ups fussing at him and telling him how handsome he was going to be one day because he looked just like his father had blossomed into a full blown feeling of hatred and disgust as an adult. Especially if it was some stranger like you, throwing the fact in his face like that.

The puck zoomed to him, and he shot it straight into your goal. He was not even looking at you. It looked like he was just preoccupied with whether or not the scoreboard was actually displaying the right numbers, so you didn’t hold it against him. 

You took a breath, annoyed that your prompting didn’t get a bite, “Well, would you mind me asking who that dude is?”

You tossed the puck back onto the table and sent it his way. You should’ve held it against him, however, because he was blatantly avoiding your gaze on purpose, actually, cross that you were pushing this topic.

“I would mind, actually,” he once again took no prisoners, spiking the puck. 

You narrowly escaped him getting a one-hit kill on you, “Well, normally I would respect that,”

“Good, then respect it,” he said through gritted teeth, trying to shut this whole conversation down.

“But given the circumstances, I don’t think I will, no”

He hit the puck so hard it flew off the air table and rolled under a neighboring arcade cabinet. Shit.

“So, are you his cyborg clone or something,” you watched as he shuffled down onto his knees to reach under the cabinet.

He sat back on his haunches, “What?”

“You said Evan died 40 years ago, and you are very much not an old man right now.”

“That’s because I’m dead,” he said as if it were obvious, walking back to his battle station at the air hockey table.

Christ almighty. Is he… Is he doomed to run a pizza restaurant for all eternity or something? Because that’s how these stories normally go. Someone commits an egregious sin, and they’re cursed to walk the earth, righting their wrong. In his case, having accidentally killed his brother, he now has to make sure all the children at Freddy Fazbear’s have perfect birthday parties. Is this Utahn Chuck E Cheese rip-off his purgatory?

He once again tossed the puck back onto the table, sending your way in a flash, “But you’re asking about my father. Our father.” he said this incredibly coldly. 

And normally when people said “father” and not “dad”, there was a reason.

Welp, there’s that one-hit kill. You didn’t even register it, too wrapped up in this case now, like you were Fred Scooby Doo or something. Freddy Fazbear Scooby—Anyway.

“I uh, I don’t get the sense you liked him very well either, then,”

He laughed, that laugh that reminded you of said father, apparently, “You could say that. The man is a homicidal maniac, Y/n. I’m not exactly concerning myself with buying him the right tie for Father’s Day. Although, I did buy him one shaped like a fish as a joke one year, but his fashion taste is so horrendous he wore it like it was normal,” 

You clumsily hit the puck to the wall, and it lazily bounced between walls in a way that told you Michael was about to have to lean over the table to reach it.

Honestly, what were you expecting? Eh, that’s not entirely fair to Mr. Coveralls Senior. You thought he was abusing his kids, sure, but ‘homicidal’ is new territory. You could easily see how one could fade into the other, however.

Even more alarmingly, you couldn’t help but notice the present tense.

Maybe Michael wasn’t the only one doomed to walk the earth here, and the idea sent shivers down your spine.

Mike did in fact have to lean over the table to hit that puck straight into your goal once again.

“Come on now, I feel like you’re not even trying.”

“I feel like I’m at an appropriate level of trying, all things considered,” even so, you redoubled your efforts.

You hit the puck as fast and as straight as you could get it. Unfortunately, he parried that easily, like he could do it in his sleep. Considering he might be bound to pizzeria arcades for all eternity, maybe he could’ve.

“What exactly do you mean by ‘homicidal maniac’,

“I mean that we still don’t have a solid number on his victims, and let’s leave it at that. Just try not to be one of them, okay?”

You swallowed hard, keeping your eyes on the puck.

That did maybe provide some insight on Michael’s renovation frenzy, however. Was Daddy pulling into the driveway soon?

“So, like,” you managed to go four hits in before he won the point this time, “I’ve noticed you’re working pretty hard. Is this whole… Family thing the reason you were up all night? Is this a “hammers ever cease” type situation?”

“A what situation?” he effortlessly sent the puck back to you the second it was on his side again. No moments of respite when it came to air hockey, apparently.

“Okay see there was this lady, who had this house built with a bajillion rooms,” he raised his brow in playful question, “I can’t remember the actual number on command, okay?”

He shot the puck into your goal ruthlessly, “sorry, continue,”

To be honest, as much as you were annoyed, you were just grateful to be interacting with another human being for as long as you two had been.

“Anyway, her husband and his father ran a rifle company, right, so when those two guys died—plus their daughter also died as an infant—she consulted a medium,” you once again had the opening shot, that he also once again deflected like second nature.

One goal, you just want one goal on this guy, it’s all you’re asking here.

“Oh, we’re not a fan of those medium types around here, they like to break in and harass the ghosts, causing disreputable property damage,” 

“The medium told her that she was cursed by the ghosts of all those who had been shot with those rifles they sold. And she told her to start adding on to her house, as a way to, I don’t know, trick the ghosts or whatever. But the medium said that if the hammers ever ceased, then she would die. So, Mrs. Winchester hired enough workmen to be building at all hours, even through the night.”

“As in, mother of Sam and Dean—”

“No, not those Winchesters. This lady was real.”

Anddddd two more points and he wins. You know what, fine. You needed to use his phone to call a mechanic soon anyway. Assuming it isn’t already past five. Suspiciously, Freddy Fazbear’s Pizzeria didn’t have any clocks anywhere, just like a real-life adult casino.

“Strangely, you’re kinda not wrong about the family thing, but the reason I’ve been going non-stop lately is actually because I need this place open by Friday, for the Peach Days heritage festival.”

“OH, yeah that makes sense,” now less distracted, you hit the puck very fast. You were proud, even.

And you got one-shotted again.

“I’m really banking on this rush,” he raked a hand through his wig—sorry hair, “I’ve maybe run out of money…”

“Maybe?”

“So, I’ve very surely run out of money,”

“Yeahhh,” one more goal and he wins this, so it’s time for psychological warfare, “I can tell.”

“Is that so?”

“Yeah man,” you successfully parried his shot, “you have trash sculptures on a stage. You’re missing half the lightbulbs. And that ball pit over there is a cardboard box.”

“Okay, so I may have put a little too much of my funds into a certain project a little too soon,” YES, and now he’s too busy thinking about his project to hit like a demon anymore.

Even still, he had you scrambling to keep the puck out of your goal box, “What kind of project?”

Yeah, no. It didn’t matter. 

He spiked the puck into your goal one last time, triggering the end of game music to play from the scorekeeper, “You want to see him?”

He sounded so excited. Alas, you had to go through the five stages of grief before you could return to playing your part in this conversation. You looked up at the big flashing 7-0 on the scorekeeper. Man, you didn’t even stand a chance in hell of winning, did you? Fitting, considering you might be standing in a certain zombie’s personal hell right now.

“Come on, I’ve got to show you this,”

Always full of surprises, this Mr. Michael A. Coveralls, grabbed your hand and led you off to a backroom of the restaurant. And you followed obediently, like a big dummy. Perhaps you are not exactly “Final Girl” material… His hand was cold. Cold like the dead, you supposed.

----

You passed by a couple private party rooms as he tugged you into the third one, that he had co-opted into a workspace. The place looked all decorated and ready to go, if not for the scattered mechanical parts and smears of motor oil all over the table. 

In the center of the table lied what you could only describe as The Birthday Boy. A colorful little robot bear, about the size of a toddler. Not activated, of course. Many parts were exposed still, wires sticking out of odd places.

“This is Helpy,”

“Awww, Helpy,” that was so cute.

“Yeah, he’s gonna be a real good helper,” Michael fiddled with the wires even as he spoke with you.

“Did you make this all by yourself?”

You adored robots, but could never in a million years design and build one yourself. That was a feat only dream-you could accomplish. You had plenty of talents, of course, but you had to admit engineering was not one of them. So, needless to say, you were pretty impressed.

“Well, the design is pretty derivative of the ones Uncle Henry used to make, as you can probably tell,” he motioned for you to sit at the bench with him so he could continue tinkering with the bear without someone standing over him, “but yeah, other than that, I’ve built him from scratch.”

“Dude. That’s so cool.”

He snickered, trying to hide the ego boost he got from that small little praise. 

“He’s only a little thing.”

Mike started messing with some kind of fuse box type thing, you didn't know. He was bending some wiring with needle nose pliers.

“Hand me that tape?”

You obliged, giving him the roll of electrical tape that had been on your left, “No, seriously man, I mean it, this is amazing. I wish I could figure out robotics.”

You propped your head up with your elbow, watching him work. He didn’t notice you staring, too wrapped up in his project.

“You could…” he trailed off, not liking how he almost offered to give you lessons.

That was… an incredibly selfish thought, just then. Sure, you were the first real person he’d gotten to really interact with since he burned down Fazbear Frights last year. Sure, you didn’t appear to be put off by his whole deal in the slightest. Sure, you acted interested in his work. He should stop thinking about this. About you. You needed to be on the next bus out of Hurricane.

“Heh, nah, I don’t think so. But thanks for being supportive,” you nudged him with your elbow.

He smiled at you sadly, before returning his focus to the part in his hands. He screwed the box back shut, having finished up the inside. 

“I think I’ll be able to get him up and running by tomorrow,”

“Oh, cool! Can I come see?”

Michael placed the tool in his hand back down onto the table with a dull thud. He ran a hand through his hair, trying to relieve some of the stress. It didn't work.

“No, actually, you can’t come see,”

“Why? I promise I won’t be very distracting,”

“No,” he said more firmly, more harshly, “You have to leave.”

“I’m not–”

“You have to get out of this town now before it swallows you, Y/n,” he grabbed your shoulder, making eye contact, “Go to Vegas, go to LA, go to Salt Lake even,  I don't care. Just get in your car and leave.”

You just stared at him for a moment. You knew he wasn’t wrong. You knew, at least for the last few hours of your trip here, that you had been walking right into some kind of ghost’s trap. Everything within you agreed on heeding his warning.

Alas, there was still one little problem.

“My car broke down in your parking lot.”

He slowly closed those glowing eyes of his, letting go of you in favor of rubbing his temples. Of course. Of fucking course.

“But you’re a mechanic, right? Fixing one little station wagon isn’t nearly as complex as building robots, right? I’m sure you’ll figure out what's wrong with it and fix it easily. Ten minutes, tops.” you were aware you were rambling at this point.

—-

Yeah, no. It had already been way longer than ten minutes. Try close to an hour. You stood in the Utah heat, sweating and trying not to feel so guilty about taking up so much of Michael’s time. You waited there, wanting to help but unable to provide anything more than handing him a wrench occasionally.

“Okay, so I think I’ve figured out what’s wrong with it,” he wiped a bit of oil from his cheek, and you tried not to stare, “Good news is, the parts shouldn’t be more than $300, if we get them used,”

You cringed, “ohhh, uhhh, see now,”

“What?”

“You know how you said you were out of money? Well, twinsies,”

“Not even—”

“No, I just paid rent, and rent takes up like 90% of my paycheck,” you felt the need to explain, embarrassed.

“Ohh,” he sounded tired, “Okay.”

He once again slowly closed those glowing eyes and rubbed his temples. You felt really bad for the amount of stress you were causing this poor man. Zombie.

“Yeah,” you stuttered nervously.

“There’s nothing wrong with that, I know how ridiculous the housing prices are getting, it’s just that, well, that was the good news.”

“What’s the bad news?”

“...Why don’t we go inside to talk, I can’t be out here in this heat too long without consequences,” he started for the restaurant, with just a quick glance back to see if you were following.

Okay well now you felt even worse about all this, if that was even possible at this point.

You followed him into the pizzeria like a puppy nipping at his heels, “Michael. Michael. What’s the bad news?”

He leaned against the prize counter, wiping off his hands with a chamois. His hands were pretty rough, calloused, and yet dextrous, as you saw when he was working with the wiring. 

“The bad news was that there was no way I was going to have time to fix it before the weekend, so I was going to suggest calling some other mechanic to do it so you wouldn’t have to stay here that long, but it looks like that’s off the table now,”

“Yeah, uh, you’re going to have to do it, no way I can afford some other guy,”

He looked at you with an expression you could only describe as a mixture of playful and exasperated.

“NOT THAT I WASN’T GOING TO PAY YOU,”

“It’s okay…” he trailed off, staring off into space.

You were kinda worried he hurt himself outside earlier, with the sluggish way he was acting now. The silence stretched on. He was definitely just, thinking, that was all. You tried not to become too concerned, lest you start fussing over him. Something told you he wouldn’t appreciate that.

God. What were you gonna do? You were broke. Your car was broke. Thankfully you had enough for a night or two in a seedy motel, but you were leaning more towards just sleeping in the car. Mike may not like someone camping in his parking lot but you needed to save what little you had so you could actually eat something. Maybe you could mooch off of the pizzeria, get Michael to give you the trash pizzas. Yeah.

He shook his head, sighing in frustration. Apparently whatever argument he was having in his head wasn’t going well.

Michael chuckled to himself. You weren’t sure what was funny.

“I cannot believe I’m about to say this, but how would you feel about working the festival with me to pay for the parts?”

“And your service,” you looked at him sternly, “I’ve caused you enough trouble as is, least I could do is pay for your time, sir,”

“Don’t call me sir,” he raked a hand through his hair, a nervous tick, you’ve noticed, “It would actually be a big help, since, well, I’m currently understaffed at the moment–”

“You don’t have any employees, do you?”

“I have two, thank you,”

You laughed, “That’s not counting Helpy, is it?”

“No, it’s not counting Helpy,”

“I suppose you’ve got yourself a deal then, Mr. Coveralls,”

You held out your hand and he took it gingerly. You ignored how cold it was this time, focusing more on how it felt in yours. A firm, professional handshake, and the arrangement was sealed. You just hoped you hadn’t just made a deal with a demon. A charming demon, but a demon, nonetheless.

“It’s… It’s um.. Emily. By the way,” he stuttered.

“What?”

“My last name… It’s Emily.”

“Oh…” you smiled, “Very nice to meet you, Michael Emily.”

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Bro I read your reply about “dm if you want” After I wrote this entire thing so um it’s just a post now. Also it ended up being way longer than initially intended haha

So! I have like Two Main OCs atm. They are Nand and Dira, from an alternate Ancient India where magic is real and gender roles are a bit less boring and most historical inaccuracies are ✨creative liberty✨

Here is a snapshot of Dira’s Pinterest moodboard: (not super happy about the whole thing but this part is ok)

Dira(she/her) is 19 years old, a daughter of a noble family. Her parents both work directly under the king’s treasurer, so they’re pretty rich. She has a huge network of relatives, all Important People but she still lives a very isolated life as she rarely gets to meet them or spend time with friends.

Quick backstory: there is a curse on her family due to which one child in every alternate generation has to be the temple (or prison, because the god constantly tries to escape but can’t) for a minor fire deity (BRO I DID RESEARCH AND ETYMOLOGY STUFF AND CAME UP WITH A NAME BUT I FORGOR💀). The person responsible for being the vessel (usually a dude) must keep his mind in excellent condition. He must have crystal clear awareness, strong morals, self control and focus so that he may resist the god’s manipulation and keep them contained. Dira is very bad at all of these things. She was not going to be the next vessel, but the death of her baby brother, the only other Valid successor, left them no choice. Being not great at containing the god, she found that she could occasionally channel the energy it provided outside of her body. Which means fire powers, she has fire powers, not super original but hey they’re cool what are you going to do about it. 

The fact that she could use them is actually a very bad thing, the more she uses them, the closer the god gets to escaping. Also, if the king found out about it, he would punish the family for failing at their sacred duty. Or worse: if the prince (the heir to the throne) found out, he would probably reward them for finding a new, powerful source of destructive magic and recruit Dira into the military. So the family keeps it secret for as long as they can, but eventually word leaks out about her powers and Dira has to run away from home. After that she meets Nand! (oof that “quick” backstory was actually pretty long haha)

Ok some more stuff about Dira: She’s short (a bit under five feet), fat and dark-skinned. She has a monobrow with a distinctive curve in the middle, so she always looks a bit grumpy. She has ADHD but that shit wasn’t diagnosed back then so she’s just. a Failure :(. She somehow enjoys studying the Vedas (in my universe women were allowed to study the Vedas) and many many other texts despite the executive dysfunction. She’s quite a nerd but will never admit it. She never cusses due to her upbringing but can still think of some very creative insults if you give her like 10 min to think. Does not feel fear related to physical danger as much as a normal human should. Not that she’s any better at dealing with physical threats lol but she heals so fast she’s almost unkillable. She loves pretty things and dressing up and jewelery and makeup and hairstyles. She’s aromantic and a lesbian but she does not have these particular words to describe it; at that time she would be called a svairini or “liberated woman” and she only really figures it out after running away and Seeing The World Outside (and some tits). Loneliness and guilt follow her every step she takes like the jingle of her anklets, breaking every silence, filling every room. Otherwise she’s doing fine.

[Historically, In India the attitudes towards homosexuality and transgenderism have varied from positive to neutral to negative. In my fictional kingdom, homosexual intercourse is a minor offence, comparable to like, speeding. Oops, you had gay sex but eh mistakes happen :) Pay a fine, do a small penance and you’re good. The opinions of individual cultures within the kingdom are a bit different (mostly positive or neutral with a few weirdo hate groups) Transgenderism is almost completely accepted. Marriage is not recognized as a thing for homosexuals, but it’s normal and acceptable for gay people to just like. Live together! It is also normal and acceptable for families to force gay kids into straight marriages if it is for the Greater Good of the family. So, it’s complicated.]

I WAS GOING TO WRITE A BIT ABOUT EACH BUT ENDED UP WORD VOMITING ABOUT DIRA ONLY this took a long time haha

Who are your blorbos? 👀 ( If you want to talk about them )

Kdjslsj hold on bro I'll need to formulate sentences for this one

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Lullabies | E. M

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Anxious! gn! reader

Summary: Whenever you need him, Eddie will be there for you, whether it's because you're bored, lonely, or because anxiety is slowly consuming you. You just need to call him and he will quickly be in your room whispering lullabies to calm you down.

Content warnings: Descriptions of anxiety attack, pet names, swearing, Eddie being a softy, a little hurt/comfort (?, reader is anxious, reader cries, fluff, my bad English and writing (this needs a warning too, clearly).

Notes: The reader is not physically described, and I tried to make this gender neutral. Let me know if some part I messed with the pronouns or something. This was very self-indulgent of me because after watching the news today my anxiety started spiraling in my mind and I didn't know what to do to stop it, so i wrote this to make myself feel better. Also, i really need an Eddie in my life.

★゜・。。・゜☆゜・。。・゜★゜・。。・☆゜・。。・゜

You were standing by your phone, waiting for the other person to answer. The sounds of the phone only making you more anxious. It's 2 a.m. and you feel guilty for calling him so late, knowing he probably fell asleep not long ago after his gig at The Hideout.

Just as you were about to hang up, you hear him mumble a small "Hello?" in a sleepy, raspy voice on the other end of the line. You feel guiltier for that, you didn't want to disturb him while he was sleeping, but your anxiety was getting the better of you, and you know that hearing his voice would be one of the only things that could calm you down in this state.

"Is anyone there?" he could probably feel your deep, shaky breathing as you try to form words in your mouth, scared that he'd hang up if you didn't speak. "Listen bro, it's fucking 2 in the morning, please go bother someone else-" he couldn't finish his threat as you finally got the words out of your mouth, a whiny little "Babe" that you know he might be able to hear.

"Sweetheart, is that you? Is something wrong?" His tone of voice changes quickly, now sounding more awake and concerned. You never call him at night, even though he's told you a hundred times that if you need him, you just have to call anytime. But you never call him, and he knows it's because you don't want to bother him, or because you're embarrassed to ask for help when you need it. So, if you called him today at 2 am it's because something happened.

You keep silent with the phone to your ear, trying to calm your breathing to get to talk to him, but you can't, your mind is racing at the moment without giving you time to breathe or concentrate on anything. Your chest hurts from the breaths you are forcing out. Eddie is very worried about you on the other end of the line, and you hear how he's trying to gather his things quickly. "It's okay baby, I'd be there in ten, okay? I'll be there with you, just try to inhale and exhale for me".

You mumble a small "kay" as you try to focus on your breathing, your vision becomes blurry as tears begin to gather in your eyes. You hear a "See ya, love" before Eddie hangs up. Your hands shaking trying to put the phone back in place and failing miserably, just letting it hang up.

You sit on the floor with your head between your knees, waiting for Eddie to arrive. Nothing bad has happened to you, everything was fine one moment, but then you turn on the TV to watch some news and your mind starts spinning in thoughts about all the things that were happening outside, about everything that could happen to your loved ones, about what could happen to you. You really tried to stop the train of your thoughts, trying to concentrate on something else, but nothing really helps the anxiety that starts to run through your body like a creeper. Then, after a while trying to deal with it by yourself, Eddie's name comes to your mind, knowing that he could help you out of that hole you dug yourself.

You don't know how many minutes pass as you sit on the floor hugging your knees and trying to breathe, starting to feel dizzy for the lack of oxygen. But soon you hear your front door close and footsteps running toward your room. You know it's Eddie, because he has a spare key in case of emergencies or times when you feel too lazy to walk to the door to open it for him.

You soon feel his body on the floor next to you as his arms wrap around your body pulling you closer to him while he begins to place small kisses on the top of your head. You don't even know at what point you start sobbing into his chest, it was all getting too much for you. "Shh shh shh baby. It's okay" he coos "I need you to breathe, love, you're going to make you sick" as he says that, he lovingly grabs both sides of your head and arranges them so that your ear is pressed on his chest. The sound of his heartbeat instantly calms you down

He starts breathing deeply, trying to get you to copy him, and after a few tries and some supportive words whispered in your ears, like "you're doing great honey" "keep breathing like that" and "it's going to be okay", he achieves his purpose, getting your breathing to regulate. But even after that, he doesn't let you out of his arms, and you really don't want to let go at all. Feeling safe in his arms as he starts humming songs with his lips pressed to your head. You recognize some of the tunes as songs by metal bands he likes, but the way he hums the melodies and mumbles the words makes them sound like lullabies, soothing you as you start to feel calmer and sleepier.

Eddie never asks too many questions, knowing that you will talk to him when you feel ready to express how you feel. His priority is always to make you feel okay. Even if you wake him up at 2 am in the morning without even knowing what made you feel so anxious in the first place. He always takes the time to understand you and make you feel calm and loved.

There is no doubt that Eddie loves you with all his heart, and you love him as much as he does.

[beneathashadytree]

HCs about the Bucci gang with a S/O who’s not a gangster and instead just a normal civilian who’s clumsy and messes things up a lot like bad cooking. Despite that, they try their absolute best everyday to make up their mistakes and even tries being a good and understanding lover to them.

CLUMSY LOVE - BUCCI GANG X READER

Warnings : a few curse words I think, mentions of injuries and bruises, this isn’t proof-read, reader is gender-neutral!

Genre : lots of fluff <3

Word count : 1.1K words

Additional notes : This was so soft, thank you so much for requesting! I love writing for the entire gang, and I truly believe that having a normal civilian as their s/o would be a breath of fresh air. Hope you enjoy this!💗

Requests : Are open! Check the rules over here.

Want to support me financially? Here’s my CashApp.

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Bruno is more than delighted by the sense of normalcy that settles in his life ever since meeting his lover

After all the shit he has to deal with on a daily basis, he’s glad to come home to find some respite in his lover’s arms after they’ve gotten home themself

Oddly enough, he finds their clumsiness quite endearing

More often than not he’s quick to act and gently cradles their head before they slam into a protruding part of the wall, or pulls them in by the waist to prevent them from falling over after tripping on something

Though they do feel dejected by the fact that most of their cooking endeavors end as failures, Bruno never hesitates to kiss them softly and usher them to relax as he instead takes them out for lunch

He’s got more than enough money to afford that, and he’d hate to see them so down after another failed attempt

He already feels relieved knowing that they haven’t stained their hands red with blood as he has, and he’d rather protect their guilt-free conscience forever

Abbacchio generally gets a little irritated, but not at them; for them

His beloved would sometimes be determined to cook dinner for them on date night, and would probably injure themself one way or another using the knife

He’d get a little frustrated at them going to all these lengths and getting hurt when he could’ve just spoiled them and taken them out at the finest restaurant in Napoli

Every time he returns from a mission all forlorn, he relishes in the time they get back home and let him embrace them, protectiveness washing over him as he’s struck with just how dangerous life is being with him

Them listening to him so intently and with so much care and affection nearly has him tearing up and swallowing past the thickness in his throat

It’ll take him some time to accept that despite how different their life is from his, they loved him just the same and were willing to stick by him no matter what

Mista’s a trainwreck himself; aside from when it comes to being the brilliant sharpshooter he is, he’s quite clumsy himself

If his lover were to fall over something on the floor, chances are he’s the one that left it there—and also the one who tripped on it just seconds earlier

Whenever he comes back heavily wounded and in need of bandaging up, they always try their best to dress him properly, and somehow always fail

Through all the pain he manages to chuckle, finding it adorable how sheepish they looked after concentrating on their work so hard and somehow still ending up with loose bandages

Neither of them are any good in the kitchen, with their clumsiness and his basic-ass skills, and the stove is more likely to end up in flames, so he prefers to dine out with them if he can

Still, he barely fights back a blush every time they take care of him so tenderly; he’s not used to being someone’s center of attention like that beyond a relationship built on lust and foolery, and it’ll take him a bit to revel in their quiet understanding and unconditional love

Giorno happens to excel at housework, seeing as how he’d grown to take care of himself as best as he could, so he was more than willing to cook for them both

Their insistence was adorable, and he knew that they offer it out of the goodness of their heart, but he would much rather nudge them away from setting their villa on fire

He’s the best sort of partner for a clumsy person, because as graceful as he might seem, he flounders pretty often as well

Any injuries are quickly dealt with with Gold Experience, returning as good as new (and maybe even with a tentative kiss to their forehead)

To him, it’s a blessing just to have someone so understanding of the duties and responsibilities that fall on his shoulders as Don

Though being with him was risky, his immense love for them was more than enough of a drive for him to guarantee their safety

Fugo could cook pretty decently, and he took immaculate care of any space he lived in, so he’d never give them a chance to fuss over anything that might potentially end in a clumsy mess

He’d be a little exasperated, seeing them grinning sheepishly at him while covered in bruises, but he’d still berate them fondly as he took care of each injury

When it comes to himself, though, he pays little to no mind to how hurt he is, so having them fret over him overwhelms him a bit—in a good way; a way that has butterflies swarming his tummy and an embarrassed blush on his face

The fact that they handle him at his worst and whenever he’s drowning in sadness and fury isn’t something that slips his notice

He truly believes that they give him more than he ever believed he was worth, and he’d do anything to pay them back likewise

It’s far from easy to be associated with someone so deeply entwined in the mafia, and though it would kill him to have them have even a single scratch because of him, he couldn’t help but wish to keep his lover beside him and protect their innocence in this depraved world of his

Narancia straight up laughs whenever his lover clumsily knocks stuff over or bangs into surfaces, though it’s always without malice

It’s just another endearing trait of theirs, and he can’t help chuckling as he pulls them back up and tends to any cuts or bruises they have

He gets injured often too, so he’s pretty much an expert at dealing with that stuff by now—and he’s especially flattered to do so if they’ve been dealt these wounds while trying to cook for him

He’s an easy-to-please guy; a few snacks would’ve sufficed! He’ll be open to going an a run to a fast food joint or a casual restaurant if they’d like

Outside of the mafia, he’s really had no support to lean back on, so their presence in his life reminds him that they’re his guardian angel that he just so happens to love and be loved by

If they ever feared for either of their safety, they never voiced it; instead, they openly expressed their endless care and affection for him in the way they were unfailingly understanding and attentive to him—and he genuinely believes that for that they’re braver than he’ll ever be

Taglist: @mrsgiovanna @blondeboyfriend @boorishbrambling

[angstcorp]

The soulmate au was so good. Can I get a follow up?

I'm going to admit, at first I was a bit confused about what you wanted exactly. Other characters? Or simply more about the previous ones??? In doubt, I went with the second one.

SOULMATE AU - PART II

Summary: Some more headcanons about that Soulmate AU. Here's a link to part I.

Author's note: THE PEOPLE HAVE ASKED FOR MORE SOULMATES AND I AM HERE TO DELIVER.

Characters: Ayaka, Ayato, Diluc, Kaeya, Zhongli

Warnings: Gender neutral reader, soulmates.

AYAKA will take your relationship slow, no matter if you're soulmates or not. She wants to enjoy every step of the way as much as possible, so expect a lot of dates and spending time together in general. She wants to know everything (or as much as you're comfortable sharing) about you. She is in love with all those new feelings blooming in her chest and she savours all of them.

If you're open to it, she is one that would very much like deepening your bond by letting each other feel the other's emotions. She'll respect it if you don't want the same or if you need more time, but it's something that is really important to her. She has a very good control of her own emotions, so her side of the bond is almost all the time very peaceful and gentle. Her joy feels like warmth when she is laughing or having a good time with you, and it's easy to know when she is having a bad day because she feels more "distant", in a way. Luckily, just your presence is enough to make her feel better.

Once your relationship gets a bit more serious though, is when things start to get more complicated too. Ayaka is someone very important in Inazuma and she has an image to keep (and a difficult one at that). As her soulmate, you are also expected to be perfect and to do nothing to tarnish her reputation or the Kamisato's clan. It won't be easy, and even though Ayaka will be there to help you and support you every step of the way, finding your place will take time and a lot of effort. You'll probably have many fights about it, and you'll have to work together to overcome all the obstacles coming your way.

AYATO is all in all, a good soulmate. He is already very good at reading people and acting accordingly, so with your bond on top of that, the man is really good at going with whatever pace you need. He does his best to build a strong bond and a trusting relationship, because he knows you'll eventually get tangled in all the political mess of Inazuma no matter how hard he tries to protect you from it. He'll give you both a couple of months to properly enjoy your blooming relationship, doing his very best to prepare you to what is to come.

However, the man struggles to keep his end of the bond open. He is so used to control his emotions and to not let anything show, it takes him a long time to learn how to open himself to you and to let you read him. On the other end, he gets quite huffy and anxious when your side of the bond isn't open, hypocrite as he is. When you point it out to him, he promises you that he tries very hard and it's not easy for him to open up, but he does his best so please, please let him feel you? Only hearing silence from your bond turn him into a ball of nerves. He'll try to compensate his failings with gestures of love and sweet words for your ears only, but he knows he has to do better for you.

He'll manage eventually, when your relationship is stronger and your complicity and trust had time to develop properly. He just needs some time. However, he is mean enough to close your bond from time to time to tease you. Just do the same thing on your end and he'll come back to you running and asking forgiveness, he was just being playful that's all, he loves you so much, please don't be mad at him?

DILUC will try to prove to you he can be the best soulmate that ever was in Teyvat. He doesn't really know where this need to prove himself comes from, as he is usually a very confident and accomplished man. Maybe because he knows he isn't the best at feelings and being very social in general? He has always been excellent at everything he wanted to be (a knight, a hero, a business man, a protector) but this? This is harder than he thought and he is scared of fucking it up. Even though, he is very happy with your bond and wants to keep it open, but out of practicality rather than romanticism.

It's easier to let you feel his emotions rather than saying them, to feel yours rather than recognizing them, and also being able to always find you comes in handy considering how protective this man is. He will rush at your rescue when he feels the slightest tension coming your way (yes, even if you just got spooked because your cat touched your foot when you didn't expect it). He'll work very hard to court you and do everything the "proper" way. He wants it to be perfect.

His instincts also get crazy at first, and he gets very protective of you, he is nervous when you're not in his sight. He knows it's not rational so he does his best to act normal but he stays very close to you whenever you're together. After a while he will grow more confident in your relationship, both thanks to the strength of your bond, but also simply thanks to the experience he slowly gets being with you. He'll still be as protective as ever, but his romantic gestures will come from a more genuine place rather than just doing them out of tradition or obligation. He'll learn all your favourite things and do his best to gift them to you regularly.

KAEYA is... It is hard for him. He wants this relationship, he really does, but he also struggles accepting it. So with him, the hardest part will be the beginning. He doesn't even want to take things slow. With you, he is charming and caring, a very good boyfriend! Yes, he can be playful and teasing at times, but it's always in good fun and never to hurt you. Your relationship evolves smoothly and it's very easy to fall under his charm. And yet, his side of the bond is completely silent, and he doesn't even seem to listen to your side. It's like you're not even soulmates!

Give him some time, but don't let him get away with it like that. He'll maybe try to find excuses, he is from Mondstadt after all and he likes his freedom, it's just a lot to take for him you know? But it's also a lot to take for you, and you're supposed to face it together, that's the whole point of the thing! Truth is, Kaeya is scared. Scared you won't like what you feel, scared he is lacking somehow, scared the bond could doom you with the curse of Khaenri'ah, scared you'll reject him when you see who he truly is, scared of tainting you somehow. Wearing him down until he breaks is going to take a while, but it's necessary if you two want to build something together.

Once you do though, it's a much smoother sail. It's going to be slow, but steady, and Kaeya will learn to open up to you, and when you don't recoil or scream in anguish, it's like the weight of the world is disappearing from his chest. A flood of mixed emotions is going to flood your bond - relief, love, joy, it's a mess. He'll kiss you until you're breathless and whisper how much he loves you against your lips. Those walls broken, there's not much that stand in your way. Kaeya will stay the same, but with the promise he'll never ever close his side of your bond again.

ZHONGLI will go at your pace, but in his eyes, you're already married and he is ready to share everything with you. What's his is now yours too, and if you're alright with this, he wants to keep your bond open to each other. He absolutely loves feeling you through it, no matter what kind of emotions you're experiencing, and from time to time he just takes a little break during his day to close his eyes and bask in the small crumbs he can feel through your bond. He knows you're not as experienced as he is so he is ready to give you as much time as you need until you get closer to him step by step. He is waiting for you with open arms.

He told you everything about him as soon as you seemed ready to hear it. He doesn't want any secret between you (except the ones he is bound by contract to keep), but he knows it is a lot to take in so he'll tell you little by little. One of the biggest thing you'll have to take is that you're now immortal thanks to your bond to him, or at the very least you're going to live for a very, very long time. It's... a lot to take, and he knows that. He would love if you would let him be there for you while you wrap your mind around the idea, but he'll give you space if you ask for it.

Once you both feel more confident in your relationship though, this man is living on cloud nine. He is simply content to have you by his side and sharing his life with you. He is a creature of habits so he enjoys the simplest things in your routine, but somehow, everything feel so new. He loves exploring your bond together, and making you happy, it satisfies a deep instinctual part of his dragon self. However, he really, really, really doesn't handle distance between you very well, especially in the beginning but also in general. He can deal with you being somewhere in the Harbor away from him, but go further than that without warning? Yeah, no, this man comes running and has a hard time not tackling you to the ground. He gets incredibly nervous when you're too far away, and turns insanely possessive as soon as you return to him. You're his, as he is yours. How dare you.

[babyboyxiao]

Ooh nsfw account? Sign me up! If it's ok can I ask hcs for Diavolo with a bottom male reader who has a praise and breeding kink. I hope this doesn't bother you too much, thank you for your time!

Praise+Breeding Kink Headcanons | Diavolo x Reader

AN: oof Diavolo plus praise and breeding kinks?? hell yeah!! this will be gender-neutral though just bc i feel more comfortable writing that. i'm thinking of doing some general headcanons as well but i know that there are quite a few of those out there already so i might hold off (unless they get requested hehe). all that aside, i hope you enjoy!!

CW: smut, nsfw (minors dni!), praise kink, breeding kink; mentions of servicing, oral (m recieving), rough sex, overstimulation, public sex; dom! Diavolo, sub! reader, gn! reader

okay so Diavolo is a pretty chill guy honestly, he's super loving and very open to whatever you, his partner, are into

given that, you've both definitely told each other about what you're into and Diavolo is very keen on your kinks

personally, Diavolo gives me switch vibes, might elaborate in a separate post *wink wonk*

anyway, sex with Diavolo is generally very fun, he's pretty experimental and probably quite curious as to what sex-related things are popular in the human world

i honestly don't think he gets a lot of spare time given his position, between basically running the Devildom and building relationships with the other exchange students, so he always tries to make the most out of any time he gets to spend with you hehe

definitely one of the best possible doms, he is ✨immaculate✨ at looking after his partner and totally open to anything, he values you and just really wants to take care of you since you've put your trust in him

i see him as being a bit of a service dom... most of the time

"Y/N! Would you care to join me tonight? I've organized all of your favorites just for you. Ah, of course, if you're expecting something more, I'm happy to provide..."

anyway, Diavolo loves spoiling you and that definitely comes through during sex

he's not particularly subtle either, he knows what he wants and he makes sure you know it too

you two will have the most wondrous evenings with a divine five-course meal and Diavolo plans to end the evening by retiring to the bedroom with you

when it's just you two, Diavolo drops all formalities. when you're in his arms, you're royalty to him and he's making sure you know that

Diavolo loves your body, he'll kiss every inch of it and praise how gorgeous you are, how beautiful your skin is as he kisses every inch, how your eyes just fill with love when you lay your eyes on him, your loving touch in his hair as he holds you... every part of you just deserves praise

having had everyone at his beck and call his entire life and everyone lifting him up just bc of his position, i think he prefers to give for a change

if you do service him, he'll love anything you do, praising you endlessly on how well you take his cock in your mouth and your endurance as he face fucks you. he loves the intimacy of it, how you willingly get on your knees for him out of love and not out of obligation.

i also think Diavolo is incapable of degradation, hurting the person he loves feels wrong to him, and it's the same with any other pain-related kinks yknow

he loves how you shiver under his touch, how swollen your lips get after he kisses you, how your nipples harden when he plays with them, the colour of the marks he leaves on your skin, your perfect sex, the way your hole just sucks him in, the blissful look on your face as he fucks you, how you beg for him, reaching your arms out to pull him closer to you

in particular, he loves how happy you are whenever he - the future king of the Devildom - compliments you... he never fails to make you ✨feel special✨ with his praise

the fucked out look on your face, tongue lolling out, eyes exuding love for him? how can he not praise you?? and it's not just bc he's the next king, it's bc you love him

his praise is loud too, he makes sure you know he's praising you, telling you just how proud he is of his beloved for taking him so well

"Y/N, you're so perfect for this cock, you were made for me. Moan some more for me, love, I love hearing your voice."

and the breeding kink? oh boy, don't get me started

as the next king of the Devildom, he'll have to start thinking about heirs for when he eventually needs to pass the torch

adding your breeding kink to the mix PLUS the praise kink? *insert tired spongebob meme here you know the one*

anyway, he loves the way you beg for him to fuck you. normally, i don't think he'd be too rough but, bc he knows all of your kinks, he knows you like it - prefer it, even - when he rails you into oblivion

along with the breeding kink, i'm sure he loves going multiple times just for you, just to pump you full of his seed

he doesn't care about overstimming himself (but he does care if it hurts you though) if it means he can make you happy by overflowing your hole with his semen, he'll do it

while he does enjoy folding you into a mating press, he prefers holding you close to him bc he loves the intimacy of it

definitely one to press his hand to your abdomen to try and feel his dick inside you probably has a size kink too

imagine, if you will, him taking you from behind and pounding into you, with one hand pressing against your belly while the other braces the backboard of his bed, telling you how he'll fill you up so much and how he can't wait for you to have his babies, you'd make such a lovely parent for his heirs

OR you riding him at his desk, drunk on the feeling of his cock inside you, praising you for how amazing your insides feel and your stamina with the way you've been bobbing up and down on his cock for so long now, saying how he should probably start preparations for his babies while you two are at his desk

obviously will push his seed back into you and plug it up with his own finger to make sure none of it leaks out,, probably gets hard again at the sight of it just in case it isn't enough

seeing you just doused in him cum probably does a number on him too

AHHHH imagine fucking at RAD but you've got classes soon and you're just dripping with his cum... he loves seeing how you continue with your day knowing how he's just pounded his semen into you and how it's definitely leaking out of your hole as you carrying on with your work and talk to your fellow students, he makes a note to himself you fuck some more into you later

"You love my seed inside you, yeah? Let me fill you up with babies, I can't wait to see you pregnant with my heirs."

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[yanderes-galore]

Yandere concept hcs for Zoro (mix between romance and platonic please )

I've done some platonic stuff for him but... His actions are very similar between versions so I'll make this a mix, yeah.

Yandere! Roronoa Zoro Concept

Pairing: Romantic/Platonic

Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Obsession, Stalking, Overprotective behavior, Violence, Blood, Murder, Manipulation, Isolation, Fear of loss, Brief kidnapping mention, Dubious relationship/companionship.

Zoro seems like he'd be an intense yandere.

Sometimes he can be... If provoked.

Most of the time Zoro is quite calm and stoic.

He's an overprotective and observing yandere.

Meaning, most of the time he's just lurking from a distance.

It's the same thing regardless of if you're friends or he has feelings for you.

He tends to give you... supervised freedom.

Zoro is actually a very controlled yandere compared to other members like Luffy and Sanji.

While capable of snapping, Zoro is significantly less volatile.

He's less prone to starting fights... more likely to finish them instead.

When he fights? Ruthless.

Especially if it's over you.

Zoro isn't too possessive.

Even jealousy has a hard time showing in him without him bottling it up.

He's the member most likely to give you your freedoms as long as he's around.

Other than that he tries to isolate you from danger.

A big part of Zoro's character is the fact he's loyal and does anything to protect his crew.

Like Sanji, he's self-sacrificing in nature.

One of his biggest fears is actually not being strong enough.

Which no doubt shows in how he treats his obsession.

He's another yandere whose actions are purely to keep you safe.

He's lost people before and he's very loyal to his crew and captain.

Zoro no doubt says to you at one point he'll always protect you and never leave your side.

Like... as a promise.

We all know he takes promises seriously, right?

You'd probably laugh it off, saying you don't doubt it.

But this man ISN'T laughing.

He really WILL stick himself by your side no matter what it takes.

Zoro as a yandere acts like your shadow.

He's always around and never far.

He's very low key with his feelings.

When people ask him about how he feels about you, I can see him being defensive.

He no doubt feels some sort of love for you.

Be that as a friend, sibling, or lover... is up to you.

Mostly because, since he isn't the most affectionate person, there's little difference.

Zoro as a yandere is having a bodyguard, be him your boyfriend or not.

He acts like he's continuously judging those around you with a keen eye.

He's careful and attentive... The moment someone does try to inflict harm on you?

Zoro cuts them down before you have a chance to blink.

He doesn't mind spilling blood.

He's not sadistic, he doesn't take joy in it...

Yet it's a necessary evil he must do to protect you and all he cares about.

He's not one for mind games... but he is capable of some manipulation.

It's less lying and more just him trying to convince you to stay out of danger.

Which... danger happens to be around other people...

So you should also stay away from other people.

He means his words.

Be them promises or threats.

Zoro is not all bark.

He has a bite to back up what he says.

While he is the quietest and most out of the way yandere of the Straw Hats...

I imagine he's also one of the worst when it comes to rivals.

This man would commit murder coldly if it meant you were safe.

Your safety means everything to him.

As a natural protector and leader, Zoro sacrifices almost everything to keep you out of danger.

Even himself.

While one of the calmer yanderes with you, always respectful and caring of you...

He's also the most intense and ruthless if set off.

Not towards you, though.

Zoro could never hurt you.

He dedicates himself to protecting you.

His most toxic traits are his smothering behavior and violent need to keep you away from danger.

Which often leads to bloodshed and isolation.

As I said before, one of his biggest fears is failing to protect those he loves.

Which means... He's terrified of losing you.

Funny, isn't it?

When most look at Zoro, they don't think he fears a thing.

But no, he does, he fears not being strong enough...

He fears someday, the blood on his clothes will be yours.

It frightens him.

This fear is often what drives him to train and always stick by your side.

He's almost as obsessed with training to protect you as he is with you yourself.

Zoro can be terrifying to deal with.

Unless it's you.

With you? Zoro's gentle.

Around you, he shows a small smile.

While he's mostly keeping an eye on you from afar... Zoro will hold a conversation at times.

He likes to ask basic things, like how you are.

Although if he's romantic, I can see him slipping in some affection too.

I imagine Zoro's affection would include holding you in his lap against his chest.

That's his preferred thing to do, usually when romantic.

Platonically he mostly just gives you a pat on the back, brings you things you need, and watches over you.

The good thing is he's a quiet yandere.

He's not too smothering... Just a constant presence in your life lurking around.

He almost seems like a natural force, watching and waiting for something to harm you...

Just to swoop in and take care of the problem.

Speaking of taking care of problems, I can also see Zoro looking after you.

As in, giving advice and being a voice of reason to you.

Although most of the time it's him keeping you out of trouble.

Ugh, Zoro cares so much for you but rarely shows it.

I feel he'd even take naps around you just to hold you close to him.

You think it's by accident... It could be...

Yet sometimes he does it on purpose to reassure himself you're still there.

In a way, his obsession is a bit... tragic.

Scared to lose you? That's upsetting.

But it does not excuse him isolating you on the ship, controlling who you talk to, or the blatant murder....

Zoro, like many of the Straw Hat yanderes, is still a dangerous man no matter how much he cares.

So while he usually stays a distance away, his eyes are always on you as he keeps an eye on you...

Zoro is still one of the most dangerous yanderes in the crew.

He does not act first.

He acts after... and usually finishes the encounter.

I imagine he's also stubborn.

When he eventually tries locking you in your quarters, you can try to talk him out of it...

Yet he sticks by his obsessive reasoning.

Safety. It's always safety.

He doesn't necessarily kidnap.

You're most likely part of the crew, so kidnapping mostly includes keeping you in your quarters against your will.

Although, when the crew splits up later on?

Yeah, you're coming with him, so you could consider that kidnapping.

He refuses to see you leave his sight.

At some point he hopes you understand his reasoning.

Even if you didn't, it won't change anything....

He'll still keep you to himself.

Zoro sees himself as disposable compared to you.

He dedicates a good amount of his existence to you.

If anything happened to you?

Well...

Safe to say no one's living to see that aftermath.

[thesimpsbasement]

𝕯𝖊𝖋𝖊𝖓𝖘𝖊 𝖆𝖙𝖙𝖔𝖗𝖓𝖊𝖞𝖘 𝖉𝖊𝖋𝖊𝖓𝖉𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖙𝖍𝖊𝖎𝖗 𝖆𝖈𝖈𝖚𝖘𝖊𝖉 𝖘/𝖔

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Fandom: Ace attorney 

Characters: Phoenix Wright , Apollo Justice, Athena Cykes, Raymond Shields , Ryuunosuke Naruhodo 

Author: Mod Betty 

Warning: slight spoilers for case 1 on Ryunosuke's part 

Reader is gender neutral 

Word count: 708 in total 

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ℙ𝕙𝕠𝕖𝕟𝕚𝕩 𝕎𝕣𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥

•will immediately ask you to let him defend you and will persist until you do so 

•he's a nervous wreck but he tries to play it off as nothing bad and to just believe in him 

•if you start to doubt your acquittal due to overflowing evidence or who the prosecution is Phoenix will tell you over and over again that he believes in your innocence and that he will being the truth to light 

•during the trial he has a determined look on his face ready to give you a not guilty verdict. 

•when he notices a contradiction that breaks the prosecution's whole case he has a huge smirk on his face as he delivers the final blow with his usual objection 

•after the trial he quickly runs to the defendant lobby to greet you " See I told you I'd be able to prove you innocent!' He explained with a proud smile on his face 

•he will also treat you to a nice meal( not to expensive bc his poor wallet needs a break) 

𝔸𝕡𝕠𝕝𝕝𝕠 𝕁𝕦𝕤𝕥𝕚𝕔𝕖

•an even more nervous wreck than his boss 

•Phoenix might give him a pep talk about how lawyers always believe in their clients 

•When visiting you in the detention center he will encourage you to believe in yourself and himself, often pulling his favorite catchphrase " Remember you're ____ and you'll be fine!!" In his usually loud voice which never failed to make you smile 

•During the trial he's very tense , even his hair horns seem tense and barely moving but he remembers Wright's words and continues with the trial , his objections sounding louder than usual 

•sometimes Trucy will have to ground him but trust me he's trying his best 

•after the trial he sort of has a monologue , mumbling how he won the trial and you might have to shake him back to reality 

•Trucy will probably give you a free ticket to her magic show to celebrate your acquittal ( have fun watching Apollo suffer being the magic assistant)

𝔸𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕟𝕒 ℂ𝕪𝕜𝕖𝕤

•Is worried if being accused might bring some strain on your mental health 

•always checks up on you during visiting hours and would even have therapy sessions if necessary 

•She will also go off on witnesses if they say anything mean about or call you a " criminal 

scum" , Apollo or Phoenix will have to pull her off 

•just before the trial starts she'll give you a couple comforting words " Don't worry ____ I'll prove your innocence and will shove it in everyone's face that doubted you!" 

• When she finally finds the case breaking contradiction she has passion burning in her eyes, ready to serve justice(should've used this joke in the Apollo one lmao) 

•after the trial she immediately runs to you giving you a hug while repeating " I did it! Yes I did it"

ℝ𝕒𝕪𝕞𝕠𝕟𝕕 𝕊𝕙𝕚𝕖𝕝𝕕

•probably the most calm out of everyone, at least on the outside 

•he may seem goofy but he his serious about his defense work 

•will often come and talk about the case, maybe get your point of view and try to put the pieces of evidence together to find out the truth about the case 

•Will probably crack a joke or 2 to lighten the mood knowing you are probably going through a tough time 

in the courtroom he's very serious, almost an eerie feeling had dwelled in the courtroom.

•After the trial you 2 might laze around at his place and talk about random things 

ℝ𝕪𝕦𝕦𝕟𝕠𝕤𝕦𝕜𝕖 ℕ𝕒𝕣𝕦𝕙𝕠𝕕𝕠

•Definitely the most nervous, darting eyes, random outbursts, shaky hands 

•At first he feels as if he is during his own trial but Susato managed to calm him down 

• He's restless, checking evidence after evidence to hopefully find a contradiction 

•When visiting your cell , he'll try to cheer you up and bring updates on his case 

•during the trial he tries to best stay calm but he can't help his eyes from darting ( Susato pls help him 

•but thankfully he somehow managed to point out a witnesses contradiction that helped him further prove your innocence 

• after the trial he nearly faints due to being so tense and having so much pressure on him but he manages to stay on his feet and properly meet you in the lobby , glad that you are free (and escaped the death penalty) 

[stargazer-balladeer]

S/o’s birthday but locks themselves in their rooms because they don’t feel special [Genshin Impact]

Characters Included: Aether, Childe, Diluc, Kaeya & Venti.

Notes: Ayeeee! Since it’s my birthday today, why not make this? :))) I actually got carried away 🥲 this is around 3.5k words in total. Hope ya’ll like this!

Reader’s Gender: Neutral (tho i think there’s a slight implied female hehe…)

Warning: probably some swear words here and there knowing me- and mild suggestive themes in kaeya’s part 

[albedo, scaramouche, xiao]

Aether remembers your birthday more than he knows his- like srsly, he’s the kind that remembers his s/o’s bday more than his. He’s also the kind that celebrates it privately unless you want to celebrate it with others, which he doesn’t mind. He might have a hard time deciding what kind of gift you want, but sooner or later, he already has one (or multiples bc he can’t decide-). 

Imagine his confusion when your day finally arrives but he can’t find you anywhere, even Paimon, who was excited to celebrate your bday (“oohh~ I can’t wait to eat the cake!” - Paimon), seems confused. Probably the culprit in planting worry in the travellers head as she jumps to conclusion that you might’ve been kidnapped. 

Luckily, he checked your house before he could report it to the knights of Favonius or the Qixing (like any normal person should do really-). When he received no reply, he takes out the spare key you gave him and entered your house, an invasion of privacy he knows but it's an emergency- 

Knowing that you’re in your room when he can’t find you downstairs, he knocks on your bedroom door softly while calling your name. Imagine his (and Paimon’s) relief when the door cracked open. Immediately engulfing you into a hug, he lets out a sigh of relief. He then proceeds to ask you what you were doing inside your room when it’s your birthday. His heart literally broke when you stated your reason. Tightening his hold around your figure, he smiles bitterly, knowing that feeling all too well..

“That’s not true. None of that stuff is true. Everyone deserves to feel special on their birthday, most especially you. We’ve brought some food, and cake of course. Also some gifts from other people. If you want, do you want to celebrate it with just the two, or rather three, of us?”

You, who was a literal angel in his eyes deserve the world. He honestly wants to find whoever put that idea in your head but that was reserved for another moment. For now, his main priority is your happiness. Guiding you downstairs where Paimon was (she left when aether hugged you, knowing you two needed privacy. also the cAKE-), he watches as your eyes sparkle at the sight of the cake. 

Grinning softly he made sure you had fun with your birthday. Even though it would be more fun with more people, it feels more special if it’s celebrated with just the two of you. Staring you with pure adoration as you laughed merrily at the sight of Paimon stuffing herself with food. He couldn’t help himself but lean forward to place a kiss on your forehead and then on your lips, leaning back with a smile on his face. 

“Happy birthday, my love. May many more to come. Maybe next time, we can invite other people. Though I don’t mind if we’ll celebrate it with just the two of us only-” And Paimon! Don’t forget about Paimon!” “Yes yes. And Paimon.”

Similar to Aether, he would most definitely remember your birthday. After all, it holds a special place in his heart, alongside his family. And since this boi is rich af, he would most definitely try to spoil you on your birthday. Piles of expensive (or just cheap yet meaningful) gifts, reservation to a high-class restaurant in Liyue Harbor, and all that glamour. 

Actually, he didn’t find it odd that he didn’t see you immediately, thinking that you overslept or just relaxing in your house. But he soon finds it weird when it’s already around 3 in the afternoon and no sign of your face in the crowd, something he raised a brow at but shrugged it off. It isn’t until it’s almost the time of the reservation he made when he finally realized what’s going on. 

When he arrived at your house, dressed in a suit similar to Zhongli except it’s entirely black and white, waiting for you to come out. After a couple of minutes, he soon got concerned and decided to enter your bedroom through the window (pls do not do this at home). Startled at the sudden appearance of your handsome yet cheeky boyfriend, he stares at you with eyes asking the questions he didn’t dare to tell. 

Knowing he will get his answer one way or another, you decided to tell him about your dilemma. After you finished explaining yourself, silence surrounds you, which is quite worrisome since your boyfriend is known for his rather talkative behavior. Blinking in surprise at the sudden embrace of the 11th Harbinger, his hug was rather tight but not too tight that it cuts your oxygen. Speaking in a low, faint voice, a surprising feat for him, you can make out what he said as clear as day. 

“I’m sorry. I should’ve noticed it sooner. I was trying to be a perfect boyfriend for you but I guess I failed in that aspect. You know, if you feel like you aren’t special enough to celebrate your birthday, then what about me? Me who stained his hands with the red blood of his enemies, always engaging in a fight, clashing with other blades. Insecurity is really an asshole huh? Let me make it up to you now. Let’s not anymore go to that stupid high-class restaurant, c’mon, up you go. You better dressed comfortably when I come back or else…”

Leaving you quickly before coming back immediately, this time in more comfortable clothing rather than the stiff suit he wore earlier. This time as well, he entered your house normally through the door. In his arms, he was holding a bunch of stuff and proceeded to dump it on the living room table. It was different kinds of movies in different genres, you spotted some of your favorite movies in them (makes you also wonder where he got these from since you don’t remember seeing these in the room he stays-).

He would suggest making a pillow fort, and while making the pillow fort, he proceeded to smack you with one. Which ensued a pillow fight between you two. It successfully made the both of you a laughing mess by the end, filled with feathers. Childe then carries you bridal style to the incomplete pillow fort and starts the movie you chose. Placing you in his lap and placing his head either on your shoulder or head depending on your height, cuddling you from behind tightly with a contented smile on his face. 

“You know what? This might not be how I envisioned how your birthday would go, but I’m not complaining. Happy birthday, comrade. My most adorable and most cutest and only love. I love you so much that you’ll be the very reason why I die so suddenly. So stop being so cute okay?” 

(You two are living together in this one.)

Diluc has the probability of forgetting your birthday due to his busy schedule, especially if it’s starting to rise when your birthday draws near. He might neglect you for a couple of days, too engrossed in his work. When the day finally arrives, it completely leaves his mind. Like he’ll think of it as a completely ordinary working day. It isn’t until one of your friends told him to send you their birthday greetings that he remembered. And oh boy does he feel guilty, like srsly, he literally froze when he realizes what day it is today. And you know what that means? ✨Panicc✨

Honestly, I can see him buying the whole store XD. In the state of panic, his common sense just leaves him completely that he ends us buying practically the whole store. It would be sent to the Dawn Winery immediately as he buys some flowers from Flora, who also sent you her birthday greetings, which made him more guilty-

When Diluc steps foot inside the manor, he tries to search for you outside the gardens where he usually finds you but when he doesn't, he gets worried. Asking the head maid immediately about your whereabouts, and his concern and worry (and guilt) grew even more when he finds out that you haven’t gone out of your room. He quickly went to your shared room, with the flowers still in his hands, and knocked on your door. Calling your name softly and asking for permission to enter, when granted he entered the room as quickly as possible. But seeing the sight of you bundled up in your blanket made his heart crack.

Placing the flowers at the bedside table, he quickly made his way in front of you and kneeled down to meet your eye level. You can tell he was very worried about you with how frantic his eyes seem and the concern underlying it. With the way he was staring at you, you can’t help but spill your insecurity to him. The reason why you were hiding in his room rather than go out to celebrate your day of birth. Every word you spill made his heart break even more. Seeing tears started to leak from your eyes, he placed his two hands on your face wiping away the tears with his thumbs. Smiling at you gently and placing a kiss on your eyelids and on your nose.

“I completely understand, my love. Even I sometimes feel that way. Also to the point where I don’t want to celebrate my birthday even, but that won’t do my love. You are so special, you deserve your special day to be well special. If you want to simply lay here and sleep, then so be it. If you want to go out and do something, then I’ll happily oblige. Let’s obliterate those awful thoughts, and if those keep persisting, I’ll slice them up for you. I’ll keep picking you up when you fall. So, what is your command, my love?” (i'm so tempted for him to say master-)

Whatever your answer may be, one thing for sure, Diluc is seen smiling adoringly at you. Even the maids noted how soft the master is around you, particularly today. Whether curled up together in the bed, with him embracing you tightly to his chest and placing a kiss on top of your head. And if you listen carefully, you can hear him quietly humming a tune that his father (or mother) sang to him. Or you two outside in the garden, simply admiring the view with his hand around your waist. 

Either way, at the end of the day, he would wake you up or make you go inside for dinner. You haven’t eaten breakfast or lunch yet so you’re probably hungry by now. If you don’t want to leave your room or want to return to your room, he would understand and make the maids bring the food to you. When the maid(s) finally arrives with the food, you notice the cake on the tray. Looking at him as he chuckles, taking the trays from the maids. Humming a light tune, he scoops a spoonful of cake and holds it to your mouth, with a slight smirk on his face, eyes twinkling with mischief. 

“Stop staring at me like that, did you really think I would let the day go by for you to not celebrate your birthday properly? From what I know, birthdays have cakes in them, whether a huge cake or a cupcake. Say ‘ahh’~... Happy birthday my love. May next year be more enjoyable than now.”

Kaeya remembers your birthday like the back of his hand, I think he’s even more excited than you really. Eagerly awaiting your birthday as he counts down the days, dropping hints and stuff to you birthday-related, and probably plans a birthday party for you. The knights immediately agreed on it, including a certain bard, traveler, and wine master (albeit more hesitantly). He made sure that this party would be successful, constantly checking on the plans and such. To the point that everyone was practically fed up with his constant questions. But they understand that he wants this to be a successful and enjoyable party for you. It got to the point where Diluc kicked him out of his Tavern after asking for the umpteenth time. 

When your day finally arrives, he was practically beaming with joy and excitement. To the point where he can’t hide it behind the cool and suave facade he wears. He quickly made his way to you, going along with the plan of distracting you as they started to prepare for the party. In his total excitement, he didn’t notice the rather gloomy atmosphere around the house. But when he arrived at your door, that is when he noticed how quiet your house is.

Now albeit worried, his excited smile slipping from his face and now replaced with a worried frown, he knocked on your door, calling you in his usual teasing voice. When he didn’t hear your response, the bubble of anxiety appeared in his body. Twisting the knob and finding it unlocked, he quietly and carefully opened the door. Seeing your back immediately, seeing your side rise and fall making him sigh in relief that you were still alive. Closing the door gently but made a noise to alert you of his presence. Taking a seat behind you, he ran his cold fingers on your back, watching you arching at the sudden coldness of his fingers. Smiling slightly, he asked what’s wrong. 

Turning around to face him, you buried your face on his chest, inhaling his strong masculine scent. Instinctively wrapping his arms around you, he played with your hair with one of his hands. Tapping on your head slightly, beckoning for you to answer his question. With no way out, you decided to come clean. You explain how you feel like you don’t feel like you deserve to be treated as special on your birthday and all that sort. His face was void of emotion as he stared at the ceiling with his unique pair of blue eyes. Outside he might seem emotionless. But inside, he was on the brink of insanity. Who dares to put such an idea on his s/o’s mind? Why would you think of that? Was this insecurity of yours also his fault?

“That must be the most stupidest thing I’ve ever heard. You’re not special? Please. Don’t try to make me laugh with that joke ‘cause it’s not funny. You are a jewel, a star, a constellation. As rare as the gems, or rather visions. You can even rival the very sun with your smile. I know those demons in your head keep saying those words to you, the temptation is so tempting, right? Just succumbing to them to make them quiet. But that’s why I’m here, my dearest snowflake. I’m here for you. You’re so special to everyone, most especially to me. You mean the world to me. Anyway, enough of this tear-jerking stuff, we have a party to celebrate. And we can’t celebrate it without the birthday gal/guy now can we?”

Despite your protests, he lifted you effortlessly and carried you outside and into the dawn winery where the party was held. Placing you on the ground and pushing you forward where people from Mondstadt came and greeted you with happy birthdays. Smiling at the sight of you being overwhelmed at the warm greetings, and then chuckling at how bright your face became. Diluc nudges him to you, beckoning him to help you before returning to what he was previously doing (most likely trying to force a bard to not finish all the wines in the vicinity).

After a while in the party, Kaeya brings you to a secluded place with no people for air. Being in a party filled with people could be suffocating at times, especially if you’re not used to it. He intertwined his hands with yours and bends down to meet your eye level (or leans down if you have the same height as him-). He gives you a cheeky smile and proceeds to place a peck on your lips. Chuckling when you pouted and glared at him, wanting more kisses.

“My my, what a greedy vixen~ But it is indeed your birthday so I guess I have no choice but to oblige to whatever my birthday vixen wants me to do. Would you like me to strip as well? Haha. Kidding kidding. Happy birthday, princess/prince. May many more to come. Oh! I forgot. I heard from a certain birdie that you ordered for a personal performance from me~ would you like to get it now?” 

Since we all know that Venti practically doesn’t do anything like every day, I would safely say that he would remember your birthday. Probably save some mora to buy you a gift for your birthday, even though it’s not as fancy as the people in Liyue (they all rich kids-), it’s still meaningful. He probably made a bracelet all by himself with the beads he either bought or also made by himself. Nevertheless, he was as excited as Kaeya for your birthday. Already prepared songs to sing for you when that day comes. 

Venti immediately searches for you when the day finally arrives, but his excited and bright smile vanishes when he can’t find you in the crowd of people. Raising a brow at your sudden disappearance, he searched for you everywhere, the tavern, the church, the headquarters, everywhere but your house. So when he finally arrives at your house, he was filled with worry and concern. Entering your room through the window like usual, he sees your figure sitting on the floor while reading a book.

He pouted at the sight as he made his presence known by asking you why you were here and reading a book on your birthday. He watches as you jump from where you are and turns to look at him, sighing at the sight of him. He slowly made his way to you and sat next to you, his legs sprawled across the floor. He takes note of the food around you, which was non-birthday festive, it was just ordinary food. Not understanding why you’re sulking in your room, he asked you what’s wrong. 

Venti’s eyes widened at your explanation, feeling the sadness leaking at the words you said. They weave themselves around his heart, squeezing it, making him have a hard time breathing. He shares your pain. He was your soulmate after all. He immediately engulfed you in a hug, stuffing his face on the crook of your neck. You were so vulnerable in his eyes. You were so fragile. He desperately wants to protect you from the pain. But looks like he can’t protect you from your own demons. 

“Even though I promised myself to not say or do anything that’ll make you sad, I just need to get it off my chest. I’m sorry you had to suffer through that, those demons that a simple bard that weaves stories into songs can’t erase. Alright, no more feeling sorry for yourself. It’s time to get out and spend the rest of the day enjoyable, perfect for my precious Cecilia.” 

Without any warnings, he picked you up and jumped out of your window. Shrieking at the sudden fast pace, you instinctively wrapped your hands around him as he landed on the ground. Giving you a smug smile while saying “didn’t think i’d let you fall now?” Please slap him. Anyway, he laughed at your aggression and continued to run. Even if you ask where you’re going, he just says it's a secret. So might as well enjoy being in his arms as he continues to run (you swear you can feel the wind adding to his speed but that was just maybe your imagination-).

After a while, he placed you down and you realized where you are. It was Starsnatch Cliff, surrounding you were Cecilia flowers. Venti jumped on you, making you fall to the ground as he giggles. His hat flown back from the force of his sudden attack, he still has that stupid big smile on his face. Since his laughter is contagious, you couldn’t help but laugh alongside him. His eyes glistened with delight at the sight of your smile finally. Grabbing your hand and placing the bracelet he made, he pressed a kiss on your knuckle.

“This bracelet shall be a promise from me to you, a fellow bard to the fairest queen/king. I shall love you for eternity, this heart will only beat for you, and this body belongs to you. If you’re in dire need of assistance, don’t hesitate to call me. I’ll be there, forever and always. Happy birthday, my sweet flower.”

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The Calm Before the Storm

Michael Myers x Reader (RZ Michael ‘cause he’s my favorite, but OG Michael would probably work too.)

It got a little long, sorry ;-;

Please be kind, this is my first slasher fanfic.

Note: (y/n)/you; they/them used. Did my best to keep it gender neutral. Slow(ish) burn. Alternating POV between Reader and Michael. Sorry for any formatting issues, I’m an idiot lol. All of the readers pov starts with “ugh”. It was an accident (at first) I swear lol. Michael may be a bit ooc, but I tried lol.

TRIGGER WARNING: Michael being Michael. Kidnapping. Bones broken (reader). Attempted r*pe (but it doesn’t actually happen, it’s stopped before it even begins). Some dude being a disgusting creep. Read at your own discretion, if something listed here is a possible trigger for you, please don’t read it. Your mental health is more important than a fanfiction.

Word Count: 3930

Summary: Reader and Michael are in a somewhat established relationship. Michael is still coming to terms with the way you make him feel. The fact that you make him feel at all. Michael comes home and finds the house in disarray, and you’re missing. Naturally, he’s pissed.

Michael stood over you, watching as you frantically scurried around the house trying to get ready--already running late for work. He mentally sighed as he watched you search for the keys that were already in your hands. At first he found it amusing, but now it was just getting sad. And he was getting bored.

“Michael, have you seen my keys? I’m already late, and-” 

A rough hand caught your wrist, bringing your arm up to jingle the keys in front of your face. Your face flushed, your embarrassment obvious.

“Thank you Michael.” You smiled shyly. He gave no response, not that you had expected him to. “My shift ends at midnight, and your dinner is in the fridge. I’ll see you later tonight, okay?” You offered, already on your way out the door.

Michael stood in the window, annoyed as he watched you get into your car and leave for the night. You were a good distraction, your voice usually much louder than the others raging inside of his mind. As soon as he was alone again, that oh so familiar itch returned. Michael felt like he was crawling in his skin. His fists clenched tightly, knuckles turning white. It was time to hunt.

Ugh.

It was a slow night. You turned to glance at the clock behind the register, silently willing the time to move just a little faster. You only had about two hours left and quitting time couldn’t come soon enough. You were ready to get back home to Michael. He had seemed like he was in a decent enough mood when you had left for work earlier on in the day, maybe you could convince him to sit down and relax with you when you got home. Maybe I could even get him to cuddle. You thought, excitedly. A fond smile spread across your face. Just a little longer.

The sound of the door opening and heavy footsteps tore you from your thoughts. You glanced at the door and smiled in greeting.

“Hello, how can I help you tonight sir?”

A tall, scruffy looking man stared back at you. Beady eyed and intense. You swallowed nervously as he sized you up, before breaking his gaze and walking to the coolers in the back of the store. You had just started this job a week ago, part time at a small 24-hour gas station on the edge of town. It wasn’t a difficult job by any means, but it was boring. Since you were the newest addition to the staff, of course you got the shit end of the stick when it came to the schedule. You quickly learned that the night shift, however boring it may be, was also extremely nerve wracking. There were quite a few unsavory types that wandered in at all hours of the night, and you were slowly getting used to creepy dudes checking you out.

He wandered the store for what seemed like forever, before settling on a case of beer and a bag of chips. You had tried to make yourself seem busy, trying to avoid his uncomfortable gaze, but you were failing miserably. Your discomfort is written all over your face, your body is stiff. Something about this man made you uncomfortable. As he finally made his way up to the counter, you felt your heart rate speed up.

He dropped his items on the counter, eyes never leaving yours, and finally spoke.

“This and a pack of your cheapest smokes, sugar.” His voice is deep and gravelly. You involuntarily shudder, but quickly try pushing your discomfort aside. The quicker I get this done, the sooner he will leave. You thought, shaky hands fumbling with the items on the counter. As you turned to grab the cigarettes from the wall behind you, you heard the creep whistle lowly. 

Disgusting.

Michael won’t be happy to hear about this later.

You decided it would probably be for the best to ignore it, and just get the transaction over with. You smiled again, but it was less welcoming this time. More forced as you handed him his change.

“Have a nice night, sir.” Your voice betrays you a bit, a small quiver escaping your lips.

This time he smiles back. It isn’t a warm, friendly smile by any means-but a predatory one. One that made the hair on your neck stand at attention, a chill running down your spine. Seemingly amused by your reaction, he just stood there for a moment. Watching. Waiting. Not much different than the way Michael watched you when you really think about it.

But everything about it was different at the same time.

Michael had never made you feel this way, even the first time you had met him. Of course, Michael had scared you a bit. But it wasn’t anything like this.

Finally he had grabbed his items, and had turned to leave. Once he was gone, you let out a shaky breath you hadn’t realized you were holding.

God, I hope I never have to see that creep again.

You glanced at the clock again. An hour and a half left until you were safe in Michael’s arms. It couldn’t come soon enough.

The streets of Haddonfield were quiet. The only sounds to be heard were the soft pitter-patter of the rain, and Michael’s heavy breathing as he stalked toward a small blue house. Glancing inside the window, he saw a young couple inside, people Michael had never seen before. Newcomers, wanting to settle down in a small idyllic neighborhood.

They would soon come to realize how wrong they were about this place.

Not that they would live long enough to regret it.

They were sitting on the couch together, laughing and watching what looked to be a cheesy horror movie. Michael almost smirked. Almost. They had no clue that the real boogeyman was just outside their window. No idea of the true monster they were about to come face to face with.

Michael silently rounded on the small home, sneaking around to try the back door. It was unlocked. The whole situation was almost laughable. He slowly entered the house and had a look around. It’s truly astonishing just how quiet Michael is. This man could sneak up on Death himself. This poor couple never stood a chance.

He slowly edged his way into the living room, walking until he was literally towering over the back of the couch. They still didn’t notice. This was almost too easy. Instead of going in for the kill, he decided to watch them for a moment longer. For some reason or another, the young woman in front of him reminded him of (y/n). They had the same big belly laugh. The same knee jerk comedic reactions to the film. Even the way the woman scrunched her nose at her partner made Michael think of them.

It disgusted him.

The very things Michael found endearing about (y/n), he found revolting in this woman in front of him. She would be first. He then turned his attention to her partner. The young man was sitting with his arm wrapped protectively around her, chuckling a bit at her antics. He was so small compared to Michael. So weak. There wouldn’t be much of a fight, if any at all.

He gently snaked his hand into the woman's hair, prompting a soft giggle to fall from her lips.

“Adam stop that, it tickles!” she laughed.

“What do you mean babe, I haven’t moved.” he replied.

“Right, I’m sure that someone else ran their fingers through my hair just now. Stop trying to scare me! It isn’t working!” she giggled again. The sound made Michael's stomach roll.

Adam stiffened, slowly turning his head to look behind them. Michael tilted his head as their gazes met. Adam’s eyes widened in horror as he leapt from his seat and stumbled backward, tripping over the coffee table and falling to the floor. Really, this was too easy. The young woman froze in place. Adam was on the floor, but the fingers were still in her hair. There really was another person in the house.

She tried to scream, but just as she opened her mouth Michael’s knife plunged into her throat.

Adam screamed instead.

“VAL NO!” he wailed, as he lunged towards Michael. He caught Adam by the neck easily. These people were far too loud. He would take care of that. With what Michael would consider a warning squeeze, he had crushed the man's throat.

Neither of them would ever make another offensive sound again.

Michael stood over their bodies for a moment, gazing down at them. Relishing his kill. Satisfaction coursing through him. The itch, momentarily, scratched. A wave of calm had washed over him, finally. After a moment, he looked around for a clock. It read 12:30 am. He had stayed out later than he anticipated. He needed to get home to (y/n), they should be back by now. With one final glance at his prey, he turned and stepped out the back door.

Ugh.

Finally, your shift had ended. Time to go home. After saying goodnight to your replacement, you ran to your car across the lot. The soft drizzle outside had turned into a full on downpour, completely soaking you from head to toe. You hopped into the driver's seat and tried starting your car up.

It didn’t turn over.

“Oh my gosh, no!” you groaned, “Why now!”

You tried it again.

And again.

Same result.

“Fuck.”

Begrudgingly, you stepped out of your vehicle and started walking home.

Michael is going to be upset.

So much for my cuddles.

Between the cool October air and the rain that felt more like ice, you knew you’d end up sick after this. Great. 

Maybe it was because you were so wrapped up in your frustration, or maybe it was because of how loud the rain was, but somehow you didn’t notice a pair of beady eyes on you. Or hear the heavy footsteps following you home.

The sight of the old Myers house was a welcome one. You were desperate to get inside and take a warm bath. You practically threw yourself up the steps and through the front door, stripping out of your soaked clothes as soon as the door shut.

“Michael? I’m home!” you called on your way to the bathroom.

No response.

Usually he was hot on your heels as soon as you walked inside. Maybe he was out? You didn’t even bother trying to hide your disappointment, and let your shoulders sag. Hopefully he’ll be home soon.

You let out a relieved sigh as you sank down into the warm water. Fuck this feels good. This is exactly what I needed after a day like today.

The only thing that could make this any better is if Michael was here to join you. Just as the thought crossed your mind, you heard heavy footsteps walking towards the bathroom.

“Michael! I’m in here!” you called, a wide smile spread across your face.

The footsteps grew closer and closer, and the more you listened the less right it felt. That didn’t sound like Michael. You could tell by their gait that whoever it was, it was not your lover. Your mind kicked into overdrive as you jumped up out of the bathtub and ran to the door, quickly locking it. Your eyes scanned the room for anything you could use to defend yourself, but as luck would have it there wasn’t really anything available. 

Today is really not my day.

Suddenly the footsteps stopped. Right in front of the door. Fuck.

A long silence followed, the only thing you could hear was your own heartbeat pounding in your ears. The silence was deafening.

Then the door handle started to shake, gently at first, but it soon turned wild and frenzied. You couldn’t stop the startled scream that left you. Unfortunately, that only seemed to make the whole situation worse. It was now panicked. Desperate. Violently shaking the whole door.

And then it gave, and there stood the same terrifying beady eyed man who had shown up at your workplace just a few hours ago. You were stunned for a moment. He had waited for you, followed you home, and was now staring at your naked body with the same predatory smile he had given you earlier.

You screamed again. Louder this time, hoping against hope that somebody, anybody, would hear you. But who could hear you over the rolling thunder outside? The heavy droplets of rain crashing down like a waterfall, loud and unforgiving. You were on your own.

Where in the hell was Michael when you needed him?

The man suddenly lunged at you, and you very narrowly avoided his grasp. You threw yourself to the side, slipping and falling against the wall. In your haste you had sloshed a fair amount of water onto the bathroom floor when you jumped out of the bath, and it seemed like luck was finally on your side for once today. The intruder didn’t seem to notice it until it was too late, also slipping and falling face first into the bath. You didn’t waste any time standing up and running out of the bathroom, realizing this was probably your only chance to escape. You sprinted through the house as quickly as you could, desperately calling out for Michael. The man was much quicker than he looked, however, and caught up fairly quickly--tackling you to the floor.

You hit the ground hard. The impact had taken your breath, and by the time you came back to, the man was on top of you. Choking you. Dark spots began to cloud your vision as you hopelessly fought back, nails clawing at his hands.

Is this it? This is how I die? I’m so sorry Michael. I love you.

And then everything went black.

Michael returned home, secretly a bit excited to see you. He isn’t sure when he started caring about what you thought. Whether you were angry with him or not. He had grown fond of your smile. Fond of the way you seemed genuinely happy to see him. It used to not matter. But it had grown on him. You had grown on him. His life had been very strange since he met you. A rare, small smile graced his lips.

His train of thought was interrupted, however, as he walked up the drive. Something wasn’t right. Your car wasn’t there, and the front door was wide open. Had he left it open? Was the clock in his victim's home wrong? Michael started walking a little faster without realizing it, dread rapidly enveloping him. He basically flew up the steps and into the house. It was an absolute wreck, furniture tipped on its side, water soaking into the wood flooring. The dread was quickly replaced by a new emotion. Rage.

Huffing, Michael turned and trudged back out onto the streets of Haddonfield. The storm outside was getting much worse, but nothing could compare to the storm raging inside Michael’s mind. Someone had come into his home. Put their hands on his partner. They would pay for it, Michael would make sure of that.

Ugh…

You woke with a start, head pounding as a loud crash of thunder shook the house, covering you in dust. You opened your eyes and looked around, momentarily confused by your unfamiliar surroundings. Hot tears welled up in your eyes as the night's events came flooding back.

Fuck... What am I going to do? 

You started to panic a bit, quickly hoisting yourself up to look for an escape. You didn’t make it very far though, a thick shackle clasped around your ankle. The room you were in was dark. Too dark to see much of anything at all, the only illumination coming from a window too small to fit through high above you. The smell of mold was overwhelming. A basement. I’m in that creeps fucking basement. Great.

You sat on an old, worn mattress waiting for the next flash of lightning to come. Your eyes darted hastily around the room when it did, looking for something--anything--to help you escape. The only thing in your reach was an old musty blanket. Shuddering, you wrapped the near rotten blanket around your shoulders and stood to test the length of the chain hoping you could make it to the window. Unfortunately, it was just out of reach.

 “I really am just a walking cliché.” You whispered to yourself, laughing mirthlessly.

You needed a new game plan. Sitting back down you began to test the strength of the chain, and the strength of the pipe it was wrapped around. It wasn’t budging. You could feel the tears pricking at your eyes, threatening to spill at any moment. You had never felt so helpless, and you had never been so frustrated in your entire life. You moved on from the chain, to your foot. Twisting and turning, desperately trying to wiggle free to no avail.

You finally let the tears spill over. Only two options were clear to you at this point. Wait for that creep to come down here and do God knows what to you, or break your foot and try to wiggle free. But then what? How were you going to get away with a broken ankle? Surely he would hear you? You doubted you could stay quiet. Another crack of thunder broke you from your thoughts. That was the only way. You would have to time it just right to avoid being too obvious. Taking a deep breath to try and center yourself, you bit down on the disgusting blanket and grasped your foot with shaky hands and waited.

Michael stalked the streets, eyes sharp, looking for any sign of you. He didn’t even know where to start, but his rage spurred him on nonetheless. Before he knew it, Michael was standing in front of your workplace. His chest tightened slightly when he saw your car in the parking lot, quickly walking up to peer inside. It was empty. Slowly, he turned to face the gas station. Gazing into the window, hoping to find any sign of you. There were none.

 He turned to leave and noticed a pile of half smoked cigarettes and crushed cans of beer near the dumpsters. At first he gave it little thought, and turned away from the mess. As he was walking though, Michael recalled seeing a similar pile of cigarette butts on his front porch on the way out. Michael stopped in his tracks. Whoever had taken you had been waiting for you. Michael made his way back to your car and popped the hood. The battery had been completely removed. A fresh wave of anger washed over him. Slamming the hood back down, Michael turned and began following the trail that asshole had so graciously provided.

“UGH!”

Your scream slightly muffled by the fabric and weather outside still rang out pretty loudly in the near empty basement. You twisted your ankle back toward you as hard as you could. There was a sickening crack, and the pain was almost enough to make you black out. Sobbing quietly, you strained your ears listening for any movement upstairs. Thankfully, there was none. Slipping your foot out of the shackle was as bad as breaking it, maybe even worse. After catching your breath for a moment, you stood up on your uninjured foot, using the pipe you were attached to to balance yourself. Your eyes were burning with tears that wouldn’t come as you slowly hopped toward the small window. You made it to a small table to the right of the window. Carefully, you scooted the table closer to the window and climbed up on top of it to peer out. It took a moment for your eyes to adjust, but the moment they had you had thought you were hallucinating.

“Michael?” You whispered, breathlessly.

Just outside the house, standing in the middle of the street was your behemoth of a boyfriend. No chance! How could he have found me? The pain must be making me crazy, right? You reasoned with yourself mentally. There was just no way. Was there? Heavy footsteps caught your attention, and you turned toward the stairs. A soft click was heard, and the door swung wide open.

“You awake yet, sugar?” The man’s gravelly voice echoed, “I think you’ve been keeping me waiting long enough.” He chuckled as he started to descend the stairs.

You whipped your head back around to the window, desperately searching for Michael. Praying that it hadn’t been your imagination. When you saw him again, he was closer to the house, standing in the yard off to the side. You started banging on the window without hesitation, and called out to him. You were profoundly relieved when his gaze finally met yours. You were thrown to the floor with force enough to knock the breath out of you again. The man cautiously looked out the window, then straightened up and turned to you.

“Fucking idiot, there ain’t nobody out there. Nobody is coming for you.” He laughed, kicking your side.

Another crack.

You cried out, clutching your side. 

I think he broke my ribs.

“Now then, why don’t you just behave yourself so’s we can get to the good shit?” He taunted, circling you until his back was to the stairs in an attempt to block you if you tried to escape. Luckily there wouldn’t be a need to try. Your eyes drifted past your attacker and landed on your savior. Michael was here. He had found you!

“Ya know, I’m not sure who this ‘Michael’ you keep crying for is, but I am sure I can make you forget all about ‘em.”

“I really doubt that.” You said, your voice small.

The man looked down at you and smirked, unbuttoning his pants. His smirk is quickly replaced with a grimace, however, when Michael’s hand wraps around his throat from behind. Suddenly the man is on the ground and Michael is on top of him, stabbing him with an animalistic fury. The man is shown no mercy as Michael rips into him, still plunging his knife into him long after he is dead. It was a sickening sight.

“Michael?” You called out softly, “Michael please, that’s enough.”

Michael whipped his head around to look at you, breathing heavily, his whole body shaking. You had never seen him so worked up. As you looked into his eyes, you barely recognized the man in front of you. Michael wasn’t himself in that moment, and was possibly far more dangerous than he had ever been.

“Michael, please. Please come back to me. Please take me home baby.” You coaxed, gently. “He’s dead, please.”

Cautiously, you reached out to your lover. He stared at your hand, and after a few moments he took it. Michael seemed to melt at your touch, finally losing interest in the body beneath him. With a surprising gentleness, Michael scooped up your battered body and held you close. He had come so close to losing you. It was in this moment he truly realized just how much you meant to him. He made a silent vow that no one else would ever touch what was his again. Never. Slowly, Michael stood and the two of you turned to go home, shutting that vile man in his rotting basement where he belonged.

[uglypastels]

Hogwarts idea

Can you make a fic about how Tom sneakes out at night to spend the nights in the readers room (common room/bedroom) he’s a gryffindor and she’s a ravenclaw

Maybe they have a deal with the house teacher of one of the houses. Maybe he tries to hide in her bed as so not to wake the others. Maybe they fall asleep in the common room and have a minor panic when they wake up and it’s morning. Maybe they accidentally switch clothes or one of them steal the others clothes so they walk around with the wrong colors.

love love love love this!!! and I'm sorry it took me so long, I've been in a bit of a writing slump, but this is the best request to get me out of it! thank you <3 and hope you like it. (this got a bit out of hand and I might have changed the ending a lil bit but I hope its good heh)

(gender neutral!reader, I think? at least that's what I went for but if I accidentally missed something just let me know and I'll edit, I'm dumb)

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Being in your seventh year at Hogwarts, with exams just around the corner, was taking up almost every waking minute of your days. Adding the fact that you had your Head Student duties, and Tom had his Quidditch house team to take care of, meaning that you barely ever had time for each other. The only solution, in your young and smitten minds, was that some rules needed to be broken- just a little bit.

It took Tom some time to convince you since you were supposed to be setting the right example for the younger students, but eventually, one gloomy Friday morning, he finally got to you.

"C'mon, love, it will be fun," he had his arm draped around you as you tried to enjoy your breakfast, the looks of your fellow housemates never going unnoticed. There had never been a rule against students eating meals at different tables, and yet, seeing the captain of the Gryffindor team spending all his mornings and evenings at the Ravenclaw table was a strange sight. He preferred your table, he had said one day when you asked, it was quieter. That you could not disagree with. The Gryffindors were always rowdy.

"I don't know Tommy, what if we get in trouble?" you bit the inside of your cheek, as you always did when you got nervous. Tom responded by pulling you in tighter and kissing your cheek, then said:

"That's half the fun of it, darling." His words rushed an array of feelings through you. A part of you started to feel flustered, while the other wanted to shove his face in the large bowl of porridge that stood on the table.

"Please," he looked at you with his usual sad puppy-eyed look. "I feel like never get to see you, y/n. So I'll come over tonight, you can let me into the Rave tower, we'll hang out a bit and then I'll leave- like nothing ever happened. What do you think?"

"I don't know, Tommy-" You tried to keep a straight face, but it was hard to say no to a gorgeous face like his. after a few short moments of silence, you finally agreed, "fine. Be there at 10. Do not be late, Holland."

"I wouldn't dare to waste a second away from you." He kissed you, grabbed a slice of toast (from your plate, of course), and got up.

"Wait, where are you going?" You asked, confused, since breakfast wouldn't end for another 20 minutes.

"I'm kind of late for early detention with McGonagall," he chuckled before running off, toast between his teeth. You just rolled your eyes and finished your meal in peace.

You never really thought that your classes were boring, but that day, every minute seemed to go by at a quarter of its speed. It was as if someone had put a time-stopping hex on you if that even was a thing. You couldn't wait to finish your studies in the library (the scheduled hours at the library was necessary since there was still so much to get through before the NEWTs), so you could make your way back to the Great Hall for dinner. Once there, you immediately were on the lookout for the head of dark brown curls. You stood in the doorway, letting people pass you, but no luck; Tom was nowhere to be seen.

Internally, you already started cursing. It would be just your luck that he'd get attention again for the rest of the night. Why did you have to fall for the troublemaker-

"Aaah!" you shrieked as suddenly your feet were lifted from the ground. Arms wrapped around your middle, and you were spinning around. You wanted to scream more, but you heard the familiar laugh, and it immediately put you at ease.

"Put me down," you laughed. Tom complied without pretence. But his hands remained at your sides as you turned to face him. And then, eagerly, his lips met yours in a chaste kiss.

It was, of course, silly to think that you could have this moment just for yourself, in a hall filled with hundreds of students. Only a few seconds into your kiss, you could hear wolf-whistles around you. Someone, who sounded very much like Tom's friend and team co-captain Harrison, called out from afar: "Get it, Holland!" Tom was quick to put up two fingers in his direction, not paying attention to anyone. But the mood was ruined, and you pulled apart.

"Missed you today," he said softly.

"Missed you, too." You replied. His fingers slipped between yours, and like that, hand in hand, you were already making your way to the Ravenclaw table, but, unfortunately, Tom was stopped when someone tugged at the back of his robes.

"Oi, you dickhead-" but he laughed it off when he saw it was Ben, another friend and member of the Gryffindor team.

"Sorry 'bout that," Ben apologised, "but we're supposed to be holding a team meeting, remember?" He pointed over at the Gryffindor table, and, indeed, the rest of the team was huddled together at the edge of the table. Harrison had gotten up when he saw you and Tom looking, returning the gesture of the two fingers held up in the V-shape.

"Shit, I forgot." Tom brushed his fingers through his hair. He looked at you, eyes already full of regret, and you could tell he was ready to apologise, but you stopped him before he even opened his mouth.

"Don't worry, we'll talk later, yeah." You kissed him on the cheek, "remember, 10."

And miraculously, Tom did remember. As the clock in the Ravenclaw common room struck 10, you heard the faint knock at the other side of the entrance. Of course, Tom knew where and how to access the Ravenclaw tower, but the riddles that the eagle doorknocker asked were at times a bit too hard, bless him.

You pushed the door open, and there he stood. His robes were exchanged for sweatpants and a hoodie. A blue one, you noticed, not that that would help him fit in with the crowd in the common room. Tom had been team captain for the past three years, and his team had not failed to win the cup once since he had even joined the team, to begin with. Everyone in school knew him and adored him. Not even the rest of your house managed to be mad at him (though the Ravenclaw team definitely held a bit of a grudge after a few bad losses over the years).

He stepped inside, and you quickly lead him around the common room up the stairs of the dormitories.

You had heard that years ago, the stairs had a spell on them that stopped the male students from even attempting to step up to the other dormitories. Now, however, this "rule" has been dropped, ever since several students expressed their concerns for the double standards between the male and female student body, as well as the discomfort it might set up for the queer students.

Personally, you thought it would be even better if every student could have their own room, since sharing a space with four other people could get a bit crowded at times and you liked your privacy, but it was understandable that in an ancient building like Hogwarts renovations were not always an option.

Luck struck once more when you opened the door to your dormitory, and it was empty. All of your friends were still out, most likely staring at their books, in the hopes of getting struck with a moment of brilliance that could help them pass their exams. You closed the door, and Tom made himself comfortable in your bed.

It felt like the entire day had already been wasted, not to mention dinner, so you hurried down to your bed, pulling down the curtains of the four-poster, just to get that little bit of privacy you longed for at the end long day. But, of course, it was nothing unusual or suspicious since you often closed your curtains when you were too tired to chat with your roommates.

It was dark with the curtains closed, but Tom was quick to pull out his wand and murmured "lumos" the tip immediately illuminated in soft blue light. The glow was just enough for you to see his face, the goofy grin taking over his features.

"What are you laughing at?" you asked, whispering in case someone would walk in.

"Nothing," he shrugged, "just happy to be here with you."

"You're daft," you laughed.

"Yeah, about you," and with that, he kissed you. The light at the end of his want went out as he dropped between you. His lips were soft and sweet, the pudding that had been served with dinner still lingering on him. He must have stolen a few cookies from the table when it had finished, you thought, to eat later. He often did that.

You stayed like that, cuddling, stealing kisses from one another, for hours, probably. You were never quite sure because eventually, you both drifted off into a slumber. You could have probably slept like that, wrapped in his arms, forever, if it wasn't the bright light peeking through your curtains that was hitting you right in the face. And the whispers. You could hear people talking.

"I swear, they're just the cutest." It was your friend talking.

"But do they really need to do it here?" A second voice said, also familiar to you. "I mean, how many rules do you think they're breaking?"

"Oh shut!" you heard pillows being thrown. Or at least assumed that was what was happening around you. You couldn't be bothered to open your eyes, instead deciding to focus on Tom and his calm breathing. Your head was close to his chest, so you felt it rise with each inhale he took, and you could hear his heartbeat.

It was Saturday, meaning no classes. You had studied every day for the past few weeks, definitely deserving a little break for the day. If you remembered correctly, Tom wouldn't have training until the late afternoon and you could always skip breakfast. If you got hungry before tea, you could always sneak into the kitchens. After all, the two of you had already broken so many rules, what would be the harm in one more.

Ignoring the further whispers of your friends, you snuggled closer to Tom, feeling his arm wrapping tighter around you. Both of you shuffled around a bit, trying to find back the comfort from the night, and quickly you fell back to sleep.

The End

[a-supernatural-writer]

Playing With Their Hair

Poly Lost Boys, Michael and Star x Gender neutral reader

Came up with this while chatting with @aliypop. Thank you for giving me this idea, I had so much fun with this!

I love playing with hair/having my hair played with so here's an imagine where the reader like playing with their partners' hair and they receive some loving back.

Warnings?: there's like a few curse words...?

Playing with your multiple partners' hair was something that you did absentmindedly. Whether it be while you were doing a task that kept you in one spot, cuddling with them, being near them or even to just get your mind off things.

Though some of your partners allowed it more than others. Dwayne was at the top of your list of people that loved it when you played with his hair. He loved it when you would run your fingers through it and scratch his scalp. At times you would catch him almost falling asleep.

He also liked it when you would braid his hair. Sometimes when he would wake up in your nest he would find small random braids in his hair and thought it was absolutely adorable. He wore them the entire night and didn’t take them out until you did so yourself.

There were a handful of times that you’ve given him an actual french braid. You would smile when you would take it out the next day, his usual straight hair now a little wavy.

Dwayne would also reciprocate the action. If you were laying down with him or just leaning against him, he would play with your hair as well. If it was long enough, he would braid your hair as well. He’s the only one who kills it at braiding. If your hair was short, he would just run his fingers through it, scratching your scalp to lull you to sleep.

Beads were also a big thing between the two of you. If you wanted to give him a few braids, you sometimes wanted to add a couple of beads as you braided. He would do the same with you, picking out your favorite colors and wearing a smile the entire night when you wouldn’t take them out.

Paul enjoys it as well, I mean, have you seen his hair? The boy runs his hands through his hair to get that teased look. He loves it when you tease it yourself, trying to fix it from laying down in your nest or even just from causing chaos.

This boy purrs when you run his fingers through his hair. He’s like a big cat… or a golden retriever that loves the attention. He will lay practically on top of you as you play with his hair. You wanna put in a few braids? Sure! Just please take them out before he goes to sleep. He’ll wear them out no problem but he doesn’t want them for too long.

Paul mostly enjoys you just running your fingers through it. He will play with your hair, no questions asked. If he does, expect him to stare at your face like a love-sick puppy when he does. He loves you to death and just watching you be so relaxed by his touch could make his dead heart beat one more time.

Plus, he fidgets a lot so letting him play with your hair was a BIG thing. He would try his best to give you braids but would fail and you were lucky that he didn’t tie your hair into a knot if it was long enough. If it was short, he would still have fun just playing with the small strands of hair.

Michael 100% down with you touching his hair which made you very happy. Have you seen his curls?!?! They are so soft!! Probably has the softest hair out of the entire bunch. You love running your fingers through his hair and you are not the only one. Everyone seems to love the softness, everyone somehow and someway has run their fingers through his hair.

He loves affection and playing with his hair not only calmed you, but it also calmed him. Multiple times he has fallen asleep in your lap and you definitely aren’t complaining about it.

Since his hair isn’t necessarily long, you can braid it, but it isn’t going to be the best. You are incredibly lucky if you can get a couple braids. You mostly just play with the curls, pulling them and watching them spring back into place which always makes you giggle and make little sound effects with them. (Side note: I have really curly hair and so many people did this to me.)

He is the only one, apart from Star and Marko that you can put anything in his hair. Sometimes you’ll put in random clips, pulling some of the hair back into a new hairstyle. The clips would range from simple bobby pins to colorful metal snap clips to more fancier ones with tiny jewels on them. A pretty boy deserves pretty clips.

When he plays with your hair, he’s so gentle. Treating you like glass and mostly is pushing you hair out of your face so he could stare at it. Your heart clenches when he looks at you lovingly and running his fingers through your hair.

Star is on the same level as Paul. She melts from your touch. Her favorite thing to do is hug you as you play with her hair. You detangle her long curls, giving her braids like the others and even adding in small beads like Dwayne, but that’s very rarely.

You are convinced that her hair is the longest. Followed by Marko, Dwayne and then Paul. David’s is just a tiny bit longer than Michael’s, so you have so much fun with Star’s hair the most.

Even when you weren’t playing with it while relaxing, you were trying out new hairstyles out on her. You’ve both gone through multiple different looks for her. Experimenting to see what worked and what didn’t. Star could never see what you’ve done but you always explained it to her the best you could or even showed her pictures of what it looks like from magazines.

Star does the same for you. She’ll style it and play with it depending on what length or even what type of hair you had. She always tried her best, giving you looks that she knows you would love. Heck, she’ll even help you dye it or cut it to your wishes if you ask her too. To be honest, Star is the only one you’ll allow to cut or do anything drastic to your hair.

Marko is weird about his hair. He takes care of his luscious golden curls like it’s his baby. It’s on the same level of his jacket. Nobody can really touch or play with it. But if he’s in the mood or gets a little jealous that everyone else's hair is getting love, he wants it too!

Without a word, Marko will just either plop down in front of you or sit on your lap, pulling out the hair tie that keeps his hair back and just mumble that he wants you to play with it. How could you resist? Answer: you couldn’t.

His long beautiful curls were like Michael’s but had a bit more of a bounce to them. You would detangle them, he would love it when you scratched his scalp, closing his eyes and leaning into your touch.

Good luck doing anything to his hair because curly hair is very tricky to work with. The curls get caught easily on each other. You think you have it down? Nope. Nice try. Marko’s hair: 1 You: 0

Marko’s hair is the second softest. Again, he takes care of his curls, he takes pride in them and he will never cut it. Maybe trim it to keep it healthy, but nothing more than an inch off. He’ll lose it.

He LOVES playing with your hair though. Anytime the two of you are together, his hands are playing with anything he can get his hands on. He will even take tips from Star on how to take care of your hair. There are some nights that Marko will take Star’s place and try a style that he thinks will look good on you. You know he was happy with his work because he was smiling all night long.

Now David… David’s hair is a no. Don’t touch it in front of the others, don’t even think about it. He’s like Marko. His mullet is a part of him and he doesn’t like people fucking with it. But that’s when he’s around the others. In private, just the two of you, it’s a whole different story.

Even in private though, he’s still a little protective of it. Very rarely will he just let you "play" with it. It’s only if he’s in a really good mood or he’s stressed. If he’s stressed, it’s probably one of the best things you can do for him. He especially likes it when you scratch the lower back of his head, right where it connects with his neck. Don’t ask why, it just feels good.

Another thing that he really likes is when you push back any stray hairs of his. Your fingers would brush against his face, hitting a little bit of his scruff as you pushed back a stray hair behind his ear. If you do that, dear lord, have mercy on your soul because he likes it way too much.

Other than that, you aren’t touching it unless you two are doing some kinky shit, which is the only other time he’ll let you touch it. Just pulling his hair at the base, the same place he likes scratched, and that’s when I wish you all the luck in the world. He isn’t letting you go at all that night.

David really only plays with your hair if he’s thinking about something. He’ll usually be laying with you in your nest, smoking a cigarette in one hand while petting your hair with the other, deep in thought. He doesn’t say anything as he does so and that’s okay. He’s content and so are you.

Also, don’t let anybody else know, but how the hell do you think his hair is platinum blonde, almost white? You are the only one to bleach and dye his hair. He will never live down the teasing from the others if they saw him with the foil in his locks. The only one he would allow to see was Dwayne. Before you came along, he was the one helping.

Apart from that, there are multiple times when a handful of you have braid trains. And that includes Michael, you and Dwayne; in the specific order. Michael learns from both you and Dwayne on how to braid hair.

Occasionally, Marko might join, letting Dwayne braid his hair. You’re a little jealous cause somehow Dwayne has magic fingers and is able to braid Marko’s hair with no problem.

Of course, like David, all of them either like pulling your hair or getting theirs pulled in a certain way. More or less, it’s David, Dwayne, and Marko that prefer pulling yours. Paul and Michael like it when you do it to them and Star… this girl is a wild card, you never know with her.

Either way, playing with their hair or them playing with yours is, in a way, therapeutic for all of you and it brings you all even closer together.

[guardianofrivendell]

Reckless

Meludir x gender neutral reader

Requested: Yes! Anon asked: “Hello, can i please get a oneshot between meludir and reader where reader is injured from an orc attack and meludir is looking after them?”

Warnings: I tried to write something fluffy, I really did, just a normal fluffy kind of oneshot but the force of sarcasm and sass is too strong! 

A/N: I didn’t know Meludir that well, and there isn’t much information about him besides that he’s from the Mirkwood guard, so I just went with my own interpretation of his character. This was also a request that was long overdue (by now all of my requests fall into that category, I AM SO SORRY).

“I can’t believe we’ve waited so long,” Meludir chuckled, gently wiping the hair out of your face.  

You were both relaxing together at the edge of the forest, right at the other side of the bridge where the trees stopped and the palace grounds began. It was one of the more quieter spots in the kingdom, away from all the hustling and bustling of the palace, but still close enough so you would notice if something was wrong. Your sense of duty as a member of the Mirkwood Guard was never far away, even if you had some time off.

Meludir was sitting with his back against a tree, your head resting in his lap, your eyes closed. One of his hands was intertwined with yours and the other one was now lazily going through your hair. For a moment it felt like it was just the two of you, and time stood still. 

“Maybe we were a little too blind to see what was right in front of us,” you said in response, and brought the hand that was going through your hair to your lips to kiss it, marveling at the softness of his skin. “But I’m glad our eyes finally opened, Meludir. I don’t think I could have gone another day dancing around each other, meleth nin.”

Meludir hummed softly and placed a kiss on your forehead. “I could not agree more. Gi melin, mîr nin. An uin.” (I love you, my treasure, forever)

He then started singing to you, his voice soothing and barely above a whisper. You focused on the caresses of his thumb on your hand, and when his fingers started gently scratching your scalp, you felt yourself slowly slipping away. 

“Sleep, meleth nin. Sleep, my one true star.”

The high-pitched scratching of a chair dragging across the floor pulled you out of your more than pleasant dream. 

You desperately tried to focus on the last images which were still lingering in your mind but alas, the loving words sung by Meludir were slowly replaced with the soft thumping of a massive headache and your head was no longer resting on his comfortable lap but on a fluffy pillow instead. Which was also nice but, you know, not the same. 

Someone took your hand in theirs, followed by a soft squeeze. No, no, no, you weren’t ready to wake up yet! You weren’t done with that dream! Who needed the cruel reality where your best friend was just that, your best friend - with the emphasis on friend - while in your dreams he was your intended? So hello dreamworld it was! 

You tried to turn on your side so you could try and go back to sleep, but as soon as your right leg shifted just the tiniest bit, a shot of pain went through it, setting it on fire and making your body go rigid. 

Okay, so moving was a big no no. What happened to you?

You inhaled a little deeper to try and breathe through the pain, when the scent of herbs and starched linen filled your nose.  Wait a minute... The pain in your leg, the smell of herbs and linen…  This was not your own comfortable bed you were lying in! 

You were in the healing wing! 

Okay… Maybe you should open your eyes and check? Just to be sure?

But you were rather comfortable if you were being honest - if you didn’t count the slight throbbing in your head and your leg that was still hurting - and as long as your eyes remained closed, you didn’t have to deal with the aftermath of whatever happened to you. 

Better make the most of it and try and sleep some more! 

But alas… there was no rest for you when flashes of what had happened shot through your head, making you forget about the pain for a moment. 

You had been on a patrol through the deeper parts of the forest with your friend Meludir and a few other guards when you’d stumbled across a couple of spiders. Despite being far outnumbered by the vile creatures, you came out victorious, but you couldn’t prevent some of the less experienced guards from getting hurt. While you were taking care of their injuries, Meludir had spotted an orc pack in the distance. 

So of course you had to go after them… By yourself, leaving a very upset Meludir with the wounded. You’d deal with him afterwards. He will come around eventually, he always did. That’s why you were such good friends. 

You were all about impulsive decisions. It’s what made you join the Mirkwood Guard in the first place and usually that turned out for the best. This time? Hmm… not so much. 

You were caught off guard during the fight and suffered a stab wound in your leg because of it, there were simply too many Orcs for you to face alone. Oh you could almost hear Meludir’s ‘I told you so’! While you were distracted trying to get the dagger out of your thigh as soon as possible - afraid it was poisoned - one of the remaining Orcs saw its chance and charged at you. Your reflexes were too slow and you failed to deflect the hilt of his sword. That’s when the lights went out. 

“Y/N?”

Another squeeze in your hand. 

Seriously, how impatient can someone get? You were sleeping! Or trying to, your leg was still hurting after all. Didn’t they teach them how rude it was to wake a sleeping, injured person? Not good for the healing process! 

But the sounds surrounding you were getting louder, reverberating against the insides of your skull and making your head throb even worse. Guess that blow to your head actually did do some damage there. Better keep those eyes closed for a while longer, you thought. 

But you were also curious, and you couldn’t help trying to concentrate on the sounds closest to you. You could hear a voice talking softly to themselves, it sounded oddly familiar, it had sung to you in your dream not ten minutes ago. Meludir…

You suddenly remembered who exactly you were dreaming of a few moments ago. Oh Eru, you didn’t talk in your sleep right?!

“I know you’re awake, Y/N.”

Yeah, that was Meludir alright. You could almost hear the smirk coming through his voice. The hand covering yours was probably his too. 

Oh, he was not going to like this. He’s probably worried sick, or angry. Or both. Either way, you were in trouble. 

You opened your eyes a little to take a small peek. If there was even the slightest hint of anger on his face, you were going to pretend to be asleep for a little while longer.

Meludir seemed relaxed at first sight, his elbows were resting on his knees, his hands holding onto your left one. He was still wearing his uniform, covered with blood stains from the encounter with the spiders, and you noticed some black Orc blood as well. But he was unharmed, thank the Valar. 

His dark eyes were already staring at you as soon as your eyes met his, boring into yours with such an intensity that you couldn’t help but look away in shame...  Busted.

“I can’t hide anything from you, can I?” you tried to joke, trying to assess his current mood. He looked like he was relieved to see you awake. This might not be so bad after all.

Oh how naive could you be...

“Now that you’ve finally opened your eyes...” he began. 

The relief that was etched on his face slowly turned into anger. Uh-oh. 

“What were you thinking, Y/N?!” he whisper-shouted, smacking your arm. 

“Hey hey, no assaulting the injured!” you protested, grasping your arm.

“Your arm is fine! Wish I could say the same about your leg and your head,” he huffed.  

You rolled your eyes and let go of your arm. 

“Both are still attached to my body so clearly you are overreacting, Meludir!”

“I am overreacting? Who exactly went after an entire Orc pack by themselves?! You! And without even telling me, you just ran off!” he ranted, seeming to forget he was in the healing wing. “You could’ve died, Y/N!”

“But I didn’t,” you countered. 

Meludir rushed to stand, his swift movement unbalancing the chair. 

“But you could have! I could have lost you!” he snapped, his hands going through his dark hair in frustration. 

You didn’t know if he said that last sentence to himself or not, but this was the first time you saw him in such a state and you didn’t know what to think of it. 

You hated it when Meludir was angry at you. He just had to get it all off his chest, you knew that, but that didn’t mean you liked it when he yelled at you.

One of the healers nearby reprimanded him for raising his voice, and that seemed to calm the Mirkwood Elf a little. He looked at you apologetically.  

“I’m sorry I yelled at you, I was just- Never mind…” He took a seat on your bed this time, carefully as to not hurt your leg. “Tell me, how are you feeling?” he asked, taking a deep breath. 

Oh. Okay, we finally have worried Meludir. That’s a good thing. You could work with him.

“Killer headache and as long as I lie still, I should be fine. I’ll be back up in no time.”

“You had me- and us, you had us worried there, Y/N.”

Meludir’s hand wrapped around yours again. Weird, since when did you guys start to hold hands this much?

“Awww, you were worried about me?” you teased him, trying to ignore the strange feeling in your stomach when you looked at your joined hands.  

“Y/N, I found you unconscious and bleeding on the ground with Orcs leaning over you. Of course I was worried!” he raised his voice, his eyes wide in concern. “You were out for several hours!”

After a few seconds Meludir let go of your hand and sighed. 

You finally got a good look at him and you noticed his hair was messy, some strands sticking to the side of his head. He looked tired, you didn’t think you ever saw him tired before. He was a complete mess. Very unlike him.

The poor Elf had probably been at your side the whole time. Guilt started settling in your stomach.

“I’m sorry I made you worried,” you apologised, “I’ll be more careful next time.”

Meludir chuckled. “Yeah, we both know that’s not going to happen.”

You lifted your head a little to look around, and you were surprised to see the other beds empty. Where were the other guards?

“How are the others?”

“Some scratches and minor injuries, a few spider bites. Nothing the healers couldn’t fix. You were worse off than them,” he smiled but it didn’t reach his eyes. 

You let your head drop back into the pillow dramatically, relieved to hear the others were fine. But something still bothered you.

You rolled your head to the side to look at him and pointed at his chest.

“Why is there Orc blood on your uniform?”

“Well, someone had to finish what you started.”

Is that a smirk you saw? The cheeky bastard!

“Oh, just you wait until I get back on my feet, I’ll happily remind you who’s the better fighter,” you challenged him. 

“That’ll take some time, the healers said you can go to your own chambers once you wake up, but…”

He didn’t finish his sentence, instead looking at you in apprehension. 

“What? What’s with the dramatic pause?”

“You have to stay off guard duty for at least two weeks. Orders from the healers and King Thranduil.” 

“What?” you gasped, and you winced when you sat up a little too fast and careless, hurting your leg in the process. Your hand flew towards your thigh and you saw Meludir’s hands doing the same. 

“Don’t hurt the messenger! Or yourself!” he joked, but you didn’t miss the slight hint of fear and worry in his eyes. Good.

“Meludir,” you whined, dragging out his name, “you don’t understand! I’ll die out of boredom!”

“Your wound needs healing, Y/N. You cannot use your leg and you need your rest.” 

He grabbed your hand and traced your knuckles with his thumb. 

“And in the meantime I’ll be there to take care of you.”

Oh. Oh.

Well in that case...

He squeezed your hand again, and smiled at you. It lit up his entire face, and you couldn’t help but mimic his expression. Maybe with him as your private nurse it wouldn’t be so bad after all. The prospect of being carried around by Meludir all the time made it all seem almost enjoyable. 

“But before I carry you to your chambers, I need you to explain something to me first, if you don’t mind?”

“Of course, what is it?”

The corner of his lip twitched and his entire demeanour changed. 

“Why did you call me ‘meleth nin’ in your sleep?”

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