#BUT now that ik my mom is open to it that makes this slightly easier

[im-a-goddamn-cat]

wait holy shit, good turn of events everyone: my mom just brought up the idea of discussing the problems with my pms/pmdd/whatever (the extreme distress/depression i get around when my period is gonna start) to the doctor, i didn't have to talk to her first. she noticed how i've been taking cbd/thc/etc. pills more frequently and how i always have bad emotional trouble this time of month every month. omg. maybe i can actually finally tell the doctor about this when i see her next month...

[ladylooch]

(Ik your requests are closed so pls don’t feel super pressured to write but you write Nico perfect everytime so I choose you :3)

So we all know neeks isn’t into anything super hardcore or kinky when it comes to sex. But when he’s particularly frustrated with hockey or the media he can get a bit rough, needing to take his emotions out on something. (Here’s the angsty part? Idk if this even counts as angst but) maybe one night after a rough game you’re kind of just letting him use you as he needs, but he kinda ‘blacks out’ for a sec and gets a little too rough with you. Nothing super dramatic but you have to say something about it and he’s instantly reeling himself back in and profusely apologizing and completely shifting focus to make it up to you. Poor baby is in near tears over hurting his girl.

His Superstar- Nico Hischier

A/N: I just love the way I was selected for this blurb. Hahahah! I love you anon 🤭 fluff my feathers, bby. You know it works. Also, you know I have to be big sis here and address this theme: communicate with your partners. Keep it safe and respect boundaries.

Warnings: SMUT 18+ Content, sexual boundaries talk

If one more reporter asks Nico if he’s frustrated with his lack of scoring so far this season, he might have to show that reporter just how frustrated he actually is by popping them in the face. 

Day after day, he stands up there in front of their cameras and microphones, answering questions he really doesn’t want to. 

It never gets easier. The vets told him  it would in this first season as captain. It doesn’t. He still has to resist hulking out at some of the dumbass questions and comments he gets in his media scrums. 

But when he gets home to you, none of that matters. He falls into your world where he isn’t an NHL captain. He isn’t a multimillionaire who is underperforming. He isn’t an international superstar.

He’s only yours. Y/N’s Nico.

You, his sweet girlfriend, were waiting for him in the kitchen with fudge brownies using the chocolate his mom sent from Switzerland. He knew exactly what he wanted from you when he saw you in those tiny, red shorts you know drive him nuts.

And it wasn’t food. 

You were unsuspecting, chewing on your bottom lip at the outward frustration you saw gathering in Nico’s eyebrows on social media that morning. He was at the rink longer- getting treatment. But the wildness in his eyes when he walked in did not prepare you for the position you were currently in.

Nico slams into you deeply again. It feels incredible. You moan out your approval to him again. He has you on the kitchen table so he can use his thick thighs to pound at full throttle. Nico rarely gets like this and the excitement of it all has your nipples piercing the air, meeting his groans. His hands come up, groping your breasts as he leans over you more. He is so far gone, whispering in Swiss German, losing control of himself completely as he pushes harder into you. The table moves slightly. You reach out for his arm for safety, holding and rubbing at him while moaning his name.

Nico grabs both of your arms, pinning you down with his palms on both your forearms. You are so close to reaching your climax. You open your legs wider, taking him deeper. Your breathing stutters and you move to pull your arms from his grip to hold his shoulders for security. Nico forces his fingers deeper into you. You’re eyes snap open in unease. You try again. Now his grip is uncomfortable. 

“Nico let go.” You stutter abruptly, feeling panic close your throat. It takes him a moment to hear your words. His head is knocked back as he begins to dribble into you. The reaction of his impending orgasm has him tightening further. “Nico! Stop!” You yell suddenly. Nico snaps to immediately, releasing your arms. You push at his abdomen until he falls out of you. 

“What!? What happened!?” You are still splayed beneath him, completely exposed. You suck in a shaky breath, trying to ground yourself. You can tell he didn’t mean to, but you suddenly feel very naked and uncomfortable. Nico can see that. He grabs his jacket on the chair to his right, draping it over you. His expression is worried. He tentatively reaches out for your hand. You lace your fingers together. “Did you say something and I missed it?”

“Yeah.”

“I’m so sorry. Oh my god. Baby, what did you say? I didn’t hear. I’m so sorry. I’m so…” He trails off, dashing a hand through his hair. He looks around the table frantically, trying to find the pants you both dropped on the floor in haste.

“Nico.” You call, reaching for him to come back to you. He is berating himself internally. You can see it with every twitch of his facial features. His shoulders are slumping inward as he leans over you, reaching out for your cheek then recoiling his fingers. You grab his hand, placing it there and leaning into his touch. “Can you please calm down so we can talk about it?”

“I hurt you!”

“No you didn’t.”

“I crossed a line!”

“Yes, but unintentionally.” You sit up, very aware of your naked core settling against the kitchen table. You open your arms and Nico steps in. He presses his forehead to your shoulder, his jacket still covering most of your naked body. You turn so you can brush comforting kisses along his stubbled jaw. “I asked for you to let go of my arms.” Nico shakes his head.

“I didn’t hear.”

“I know.” You murmur, “That’s why I yelled.” He nods.

“Are you okay?”

“Yes. I am okay. And I want to finish, but can we not do it this way anymore?”

“Of course.” He nods. He pulls away to look at your face. “I’m so sorry. I did not hear you. I would never keep doing something you weren’t comfortable with.”

“I know, Neeks. Now let me finish you off on the couch.” You smile, wrapping your arms around his shoulders. He lifts you up, walking to the leather couch. He chuckles as you shiver when your back hits it, like always. The air of safety returns as you straddle his lap, sliding down until he’s fully sheathed inside of you. He grips your hips tenderly, creating a line for you to buck yourself into. 

When he came into the apartment, he wanted to take you his way. But now, watching you ride him so good, he thinks about how much better this is. You always have better ideas than him. The bed you picked. The apartment you moved into together. The bedding. This couch.

And this fucking tempo. His head falls back; his belly burns with fire. Your inner walls suck him deeper and he releases white ribbons into you.

“Baby.” He moans against your mouth as you wetly kiss him in praise. You’re not quite there yet. He sinks deeper into the couch cushions as you use him for your own pleasure. He watches with heavy and lustful eyes, biting his bottom lip when you shout his name to the ceiling. He curls forward, groaning, gripping himself into your chest as you pulse around his sensitive cock. He shivers when your nails drag along his shoulders, leaving red scratches as you bounce up and down once more.

“Oh god.” You croak out when you find your voice. “That was… Fuck.” 

“You’re a superstar, baby.”

“Thought that was you?” You murmur, raking a hand through his mused, brown locks.

“No… Right now I’m only yours.”

[suddenlybambi]

as long as you stay here [12] ♥ kyle broflovski

pairing : kyle broflovski x reader

college AU - 18+

tags : strangers to friends to lovers, slow burn, fluff, angst, alcohol, afab reader, she/her pronouns, eventual smut

words : 2.1k

chapter 12

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a/n - couldn't leave y'all on that angst 😭 also please drink some water for me if you see this 🥰

Kyle and Y/N had fallen asleep together on the bed after eating the brownies and talking for a little while until she drifted off with him soon following after. At some point, his mom must have gone in and retrieved the plate without disturbing them. Y/N hoped that Sheila wouldn’t say anything about the two of them sharing a bed but had a feeling she’d bring it up some way or another.

Once she had woken up, Y/N managed to slip out of bed and downstairs without waking Kyle. Her plan was to make him a cup of coffee and bring it to him in bed as a thank-you for comforting her the night before. 

Her heart sank when she was joined in the kitchen by Gerald only a minute later. She considered abandoning the idea altogether, but she was already brewing the coffee. Weighing out her remaining options, she wanted to stay silent, but at the same time, she didn’t want there to be a bad atmosphere over Thanksgiving.

“Do you want a cup of coffee?” She offered, hoping to break some of the growing tension.

“Yes, please,” Gerald confirmed, settling down at the kitchen table. “About last night-”

“Doesn’t matter. I’m sorry, I probably overreacted,” She shrugged it off quickly, hoping they wouldn’t talk about it any more and further complicate the issue. She didn’t like to apologise when she felt she did nothing wrong, but it was easier to just make peace while she was staying there and feel her feelings about it once home.

“No, it wasn’t you,” He shook his head and sighed. “I was out of line, and for that, I am sorry.”

“Thank you,” She poured the coffee and walked it over to him, placing it in front of him. Kyle had told her his dad liked his coffee black with one sugar, so that’s how she made it. “In all honesty, I’ve never really had a fatherly figure in my life, so I’m never sure how to react or behave around them. I probably did overreact to what was said, and that is something I need to and will work on in future.”

“You’re a good fit for Kyle,” Gerald took a sip of his coffee and smiled. “You seem like a very mature and level-headed young woman… And this coffee is perfect, thank you.”

“You’re welcome,” Y/N decided not to touch on the phrasing that she was a good fit for Kyle. She knew what he was implying, but she didn’t want to complicate their relationship by delving into that. She couldn’t risk losing the best friendship she had ever had. “I think I heard Kyle moving around, so I’m going to take his coffee up to him.”

“For the record, if you ever do want to learn how to drive, I am more than happy to teach you,” Gerald added just as she was walking out of the kitchen. “Ike destroyed four mailboxes just trying to turn left. If I can teach him, I think I can teach anyone.” 

“Four mailboxes?” Y/N laughed, looking back. She was thankful that the tense atmosphere had dissipated. “Two walls, a fire hydrant, a stop sign, and I blew out three tires.”

“Mom said dinner will be ready in an hour,” Ike yawned from the doorway, having only just gotten up at midday. “But knowing her, it’ll be two hours.”

“Thank you, Ike,” Y/N smiled from her position on the bed. Kyle had set his laptop up so they could watch a movie together without having to go downstairs since Sheila had demanded that everyone leave her alone while she was cooking. “Wanna watch a movie with us?”

“And listen to the two of you flirt the whole time? Gross,” He cringed and turned around to go back to his own room. “I’ll pass.”

“He’s lucky he’s too big for me to kick him now,” Kyle mumbled, looking over at the door. He got up and pushed it so it was just slightly open a crack. “That’s technically still open, right?”

“I’d say so,” Y/N grinned, flicking through the various movies on Netflix. “What are you feeling? Horror is a no for you; gross, sappy romance is a no for me… should we-” She was cut off when her phone started to vibrate on the bed in front of her.

“You getting a call?” Kyle asked, looking over from where he was still standing by the door.

Y/N’s eyes widened as she read the name. “Shit, I’m really sorry!” She sat up straight, glancing over at Kyle. “I need to take this. Do you want me to step outside, or can I just-”

“No, it’s fine! Go for it,” He nodded in confirmation that it was all good with him, and she accepted the call.

“The fuck do you want?” She asked. Kyle would have been concerned had it not been for the playful tone in her voice as she spoke.

“Turn your Facetime on!” He could hear the other voice, clearly male, despite the fact that Y/N was holding the phone up to her ear. She looked over at him, knowing that it would mean her audio would be playing out loud. He nodded again to confirm that he didn’t mind, especially since whoever was on the phone was loud enough to have been heard anyway. It wouldn’t make much difference. Plus, Kyle was nosey and wanted to know who she was talking to.

“If I go blind from seeing your ugly mug, I’m suing you,” She teased whoever was on the phone as she switched to Facetime. Kyle could just about see from the corner of his eye that it was a man with the same hair colour as Y/N. She pretended to shield her eyes, groaning dramatically. “It’s so awful! So much worse than I expected! I can feel my eyes melting away!”

“Ah, there she is!” The man on the phone laughed along with her teasing. “The Bean Queen herself!”

“I swear if you call me that one more time, I’ll-”

“You’ll what? Kick my ass? I’m in Belgium, sis! Your short legs could never reach!” The nickname ‘sis’ and the mentions of Belgium connected the dots for Kyle. Y/N had spoken about her brother being in Europe with his fiance, and the man did share some similarities in looks from what Kyle could tell. “Where are you?”

“Bedroom,” Y/N answered with a simple shrug.

“Okay, smartass, you’re in a bedroom, but that’s not your bedroom, is it?” Her brother pointed out. “Not unless you’ve suddenly gotten really into… What is that poster for? Basketball?”

“Oh yeah! Totally! I love when they….” She looked around for some sort of inspiration. “Bounce the ball and do that… throwing thing into the… the ball basket holder?” Kyle couldn’t help but laugh at this. He made a mental note to try and teach her basketball terms at some point.

“Wait, who is that laughing?” Y/N’s brother asked loudly, causing Kyle to stop laughing immediately. “Is that a boy? Are you in a boy’s room? Why is my baby sister in a boy’s room?”

“You do remember that I am an adult woman now, not the little kid who used to cling to your legs whenever you tried to walk, right?” Y/N sighed, rolling her eyes dramatically. “But if you must know, I’m staying at my friend Kyle’s house with his family for the holidays because I apparently have no family of my own!”

“Hey! I am right here!”

“You are in Belgium!”

“Okay, fair point….” He paused. “Are you going to introduce me to this ‘friend’ of yours?” Y/N looked at Kyle, who was still standing by the door, worried about moving and interrupting the call. He nodded to confirm he was okay with being introduced, trying to hide his nervousness. What if her brother hated him? She patted the bed, so he joined her on it, making sure to sit far enough apart so that they weren’t touching. He didn’t want her brother to get the wrong idea and jump to conclusions. 

“Henry, this is Kyle,” She turned the phone around so the two could see one another. “Kyle, this is my asshole of a brother, Henry. Happy now, dickwad?”

“Yo, Kyle, what is she paying you to stick around?” Henry asked, a smug grin toying at his lips. “Gotta be something good to put up with her.”

“Terrible fries and even worse company,” Y/N joked. She had picked up that Kyle wasn’t comfortable answering the question, unwilling to insult her but not wanting Henry to think he took his question seriously. “Now, why did you decide to grace me with your horrifying presence?”

“It’s Thanksgiving for starters…” Henry sighed, telling her it was something more than that. “Uh… Did Mom tell you?”

“That she’s moving?” Her mood dropped instantly. Kyle looked at her in concern. “Telling me is giving her too much credit. She sent a shitty text saying I need to get my stuff out, or she’ll dump it. Though I guess a text is more than I’ve gotten from her in months. I was starting to think that she had just lost my number.”

“I know it’s a lot to ask you, but… I’m in Belgium,” Henry sighed, looking away from the screen. “I can’t get back in time to get my stuff… Do you think you could grab and store it for me, please?”

“Where do you expect me to keep it?” She shook her head, a mixture of disbelief and disappointment clearly present in her voice. “I don’t have the space to store your shit as well as my own. My apartment is tiny, and I can barely move in it as it is!”

“Please, bean? I’m begging you!” He pleaded, looking around. “Dylan and I just adopted a dog, and we can’t bring it on a plane yet-”

“You adopted a dog, and you didn’t tell me?” Y/N gasped, sitting forward more. “I demand to see this dog right this second!” 

Kyle noticed how her entire demeanour had changed at the mention of the dog. He couldn’t tell if Henry had done this on purpose, knowing his sister would get distracted and no longer be upset with him. He hoped he hadn’t but couldn’t shake the feeling that he had. Either way, he didn’t want to upset Y/N by pointing it out.

“This is Cranky Gordon!” Henry lifted up the cutest beagle puppy they had ever seen. “He only bites a little bit!” As if on queue, the dog tried to turn around and snap at him. “Okay, okay! I’m putting you down! That is why he’s called Cranky Gordon.”

Y/N had stayed on the call with her brother until Sheila announced that dinner was ready. The spread was incredible, and she went back for thirds… and fourths… and fifths. Sixths were considered, but then pudding was announced.

After it was all done and Y/N felt like she couldn’t move, Kyle was mortified when his mom pulled out the photo album.

“No! We are not doing this!” He jumped up as fast as he could, considering how full he felt from the meal, and tried to pull the album from his mom’s hands. “Y/N doesn’t want to see the baby pictures!”

“Y/N definitely wants to see the baby pictures!” Y/N grinned deviously, Kyle glared at her in a plea to get her to stop, but she wasn’t backing down.

“Bubbie, it is a family tradition!” Sheila sighed, holding a firm grip on the book as she settled down on the couch next to Y/N, who looked over her arm eagerly when the album was opened. “Here is Kyle taking his first bath. Look at him! His little scrunched-up face! He was such an ugly little baby, but we loved him.…”

“The hair!” Y/N gasped, grinning up at Kyle as he stood over them in disapproval. “I didn’t realise babies could be born with that much hair!”

“Neither did I! It was quite a shock when he popped out!” Sheila laughed. “I thought he had something stuck to his head… Oh! This is the first time he used the potty all by himself!”

“This is humiliating…” He groaned, giving up and sitting on the arm of the couch next to Y/N.

“What’s wrong, bro?” Ike teased. “If you didn’t want to be embarrassed in front of your girlfriend, you shouldn’t have brought her to Thanksgiving.”

“She is not my-” Kyle started to protest, but Sheila spoke up before he could finish.

“Don’t worry, Ike; we’ll get your album out next.”

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[thebeautyoffanfics]

Hi Hi Savii-!

Uhm... I was wondering if I could get a request on Tsukasa & Hanako x fem!reader where the reader is sick and they gotta take care of her-

(I'm sick right now and uhm.. I'm probably gonna make a oneshot myself about this the moment I can open my eyes properly!)

alive!tsukasa yugi x f!reader, amane yugi x f!reader

a/n: of course, sweetie!! I do hope you’ll feel better soon- and I do apologize for how long this took to get out, seeing as you’re most likely better now;;; thank you so much for requesting, and I hope this turned out alright!

I currently have a cold, so i will consider it payback for getting to this so late;; /lh

ALSO I’M SORRY IK YOU SAID HANAKO BUT I WENT WITH LIVING AMANE COS IT FELT EASIER,,

warnings: none <3

word count: 1,177

tsukasa yugi <3

“Hey, Tsu. I’m not feeling well today, so I’m gonna stay home. I just wanted to let you know ahead of time,” You spoke into the phone, your voice slightly scratchy and very much congested.

“Oh!! I’ll be right there-!” Tsukasa responded, holding the phone with both hands as his eyebrows raised. He didn’t mind at all when you told him you were sick! In fact, Tsukasa quite enjoyed taking care of you- plus, why go to school if you wouldn’t be there?

Before you could protest, he hung up, leaving you in confusion on the other end of the line. You put your phone back, crawling into bed as you wondered whether or not Tsukasa really would go over… no, no way- you couldn’t let him skip school because of your illness-!

“(Y/N), Tsukasa is here!” Your guardian called out to you, peering into your room. Tsukasa bounded in, making his way over to the side of your bed.

“I’ve got to head to work. Tsukasa, make sure your parents are fine with you being here,” They spoke, before leaving the room. Tsukasa’s eyes followed them until they were out of sight, then turned back to you, eyes as wide as usual.

“Mom told me to bring you…” He dug around in his bookbag, “this!!”

Proudly, he held a container of some sort of soup up to you.

“Very good, Tsu… tell her I said thank you. You should go to school though- and I’ll probably lay back down.”

“That’s fine! I’ll stay right here!! Oh, oh, I’ll go get you a rag!”

Once again (and as per usual) he ran out of the room, leaving you no room to protest. Knowing there really was no arguing, you curled back up, attempting to fall back asleep.

You were honestly surprised to feel a damp rag being rpessed against your forehead. Not hearina Tsukasa enter a room..? It must have been a Christmas miracle, yet… it’ you glanced up at Tsukasa- the boy glancing down at you as he ad Tsukasa- the boy glancing down at you as he adjusted the rag. Grinning, he took a seat next to your bed, putting his attention on the TV playing quietly in your room.

“Tsu? You really don’t need to stay…”

“What if something happened?! I can’t leave you alone! I’ll stay right here! I promise I won’t bother you, (Y/N)!!”

Sniffling lightly, you found a small smile growing on your face despite how poor you felt. Tsukasa stood back up, declaring that he’d grab you tissues- asking where the tissues were, and where medicine was. He left the room, and you found yourself drifting off to sleep.

Hours passed before you woke back up. Despite knowing that Tsukasa planned to stay, seeing him sitting quietly in your bed, his attention on the TV still was slightly jarring. His eyes flickered over to you, and seemed to light up at realizing that you were awake.

“(Y/N)! It’s lunch time, are you hungry? Oh, oh, you should take medicine as well-!”

He hopped off the bed, running to the other side and handing you a glass of water when you sat up. He handed you a small pill, then ran out of the room.

“So energetic,” You sighed, swallowing the pill and silently encouraging yourself to at least take a few sips of water. Once he returned, it was alongside the faint and pleasant smell of soup.

“Eat up! You need to stay healthy-!!”

Taking the soup from Tsukasa’s hands, you found yourself unable to hold back the smile forming on your face. “Thanks, Tsukasa… you’re surprisingly good at taking care of me, you know that?”

To that, Tsukasa only grinned, shutting his eyes rather cutely. “I love taking care of you, (Y/N)!”

amane yugi <3

“Hey, Amane, I’m not feeling well so I’m staying home today. I just wanted to let you know. Do you think you could grab my work?”

“Of course! Are you alright? What’s wrong?”

“I’m running a fever- I’ll be fine, so don’t worry!”

Amane thought for a moment, before continuing, “Alright, (Y/N). Feel better, alright? I’ll stop by after school!”

The phone call ended, leaving you to lay back down. Hours passed, you drifted in and out of sleep- until, eventually, you woke up to someone knocking on the front door. Glancing over at the clock, you noticed that school ended not too long ago.

Forcing yourself to crawl out of bed, your entire body aching as you trudged towards the front door. Making sure that it wasn’t a stranger, you opened the front door, and offered your boyfriend the best smile you could.

“Sorry for making you get out of bed,” Amane apologized, stepping inside and letting you lock the door behind him. “Here, here, head back to bed! Are you hungry? Do you have water? Medicine?”

“I should probably make myself something to eat… I do need medicine-” You responded, making your way towards the kitchen. Quickly, Amane stepped in front of you, holding his arms out somewhat defensively.

“I’ll make you some soup! Please, go back to bed!”

“But-”

“No buts, (Y/N),” Amane declared, crossing his arms. Unwilling to argue, you turned around, making your way towards your room and practically collapsing in bed. A few minutes passed, spent silently laying half-asleep, until Amane walked into the room.

“I grabbed you some things!” He said, placing some things on your night stand, then placing his hand gently on your back. “Sit up, alright? You should eat.”

You nodded slightly sitting up and looking over at the things he placed on your night stand. “First, take some medicine,” He said, handing you the pill and a glass of water. Once you finished the medicine, he pointed at the rag. “After you eat, you can go back to bed and put this on your forehead! You look flushed, and I think you still have a fever.”

You reached for the bowl of soup when Amane picked it up, but he leaned back slightly, just barely holding it out of your reach. “I’ve got it!” He said, getting a spoonful of soup, and holding it up to you.

Your face would have flushed if you were just a bit more awake, as you ate the soup. Moments passed as you ate, Amane continuing to feed you until the bowl was empty. The room was primarily a comfortable silence, occasionally being filled with Amane asking if you were alright.

“Are you good to go back to sleep? You should at least rest. Here,” Amane spoke, placing the damp rag on your head once you placed your head back on the pillow. He stood up, gathering the bowl and empty cup of water. “I’ll get you more water, so be sure to drink it when you can.”

“Thanks, Amane,” You muttered, as he turned the corner out of your room. He peeked back in, before offering you a small smile.

“No need to thank me, (Y/N). I don’t mind at all, really.”

[bluexiao]

okok!! alastor is one of my favs from my ocs hehe

basically alastor is a famous violinist from fontaine

he goes to many cities and places to perform and he's obviously well known

since there's a lot about him i will separate sections so its easier for u to read :)

u don't have to read all of it

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basic info :

gender : male (he/him)

age : 20

bday : february 2nd

sexuality : idk pan

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backstory :

he grew up poor with his mother who was a music teacher

they couldn't afford a home so they lived in an abandoned mansion by a forest

however alastor is very smart and has perfect pitch >:)

while his mother tried her best to make money, alastor had to take care of the home and had to buy things like food and clothes

sometimes he had to pick food from the forest trees (was very dangerous since at the time he had no vision)

his mother taught him violin, however when she died alastor was not that great (he didn't really like violin, he only did it because it made his mother happy)

he wanted to continue to learn violin (to make his mom proud) and took multiple jobs, and when he got fired he always said it was because he was late or untidy, but actually he always got fired for playing pranks on his bosses which was a way to threaten them for a raise (it never worked)

one time he heard a musician playing on the streets, and somehow alastor started to learn violin from him just by listening him tune and play (from perfect pitch or whatever)

after a few years he started to play violin on the streets until he got noticed and wow now he plays at fancy concerts

he still dislikes violin

wishes his mom knew piano instead but it's all good

but anyways

since he came from a poor background a lot of people disliked him

his hate for violin was not that open but it was still visible

so ppl said "whys that dumbass playing violin if he plays it?? what is a smart boy like him doing just playing some tiny violin?? this is why he gets no girlfriend smh"

alastor wished he had a cryo vision to just freeze their tongues off

and boom

he got a vision or whatever i'm sorry i really don't know

yeah i'll update this later

i actually had an idea but i didn't write it down. and. when i remember i will remind I'M SORRY

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personality :

he doesn't really understand his own feelings

(if u know project sekai then u can say he's sort of a mix of ena and toya but moving on)

he has a bad temper but is good at hiding it (really wants to freeze their face off tho)

thinks he's the worst so he acts like the best

likes to read a lot, prefers to be alone

also has a journal and his messy ass handwriting

he pretends that he knows what he's doing but he's just a socially awkward desperate threatening tall string bean with black hair

emo

plays a lot of pranks and jokes around a lot (no one laughs. they all get mad.)

everyone love-hates him

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looks :

pretty tall. 5'9-5'10

black medium length hair (like a black version of tomo's and kazuha's hair)

usually it's in a messy ponytail but for concerts he makes it into a braid

he wants to dye it one day but he's always told it'll look untidy and he'll always have to take care of it

i don't have good fashion sense so just imagine a mix of kaeyas clothes and diluc's bartender clothes

he has black gloves and on his right hand he has his vision on it

like it's another thick glove on top that has the vision embedded in it IDK HOW TO EXPLAIN

his hands are big or he just has a small vision??

he has grey eyes (like not rlly grey they're also slightly blue?) grey eyes with light blue highlights (and diamond pupils)

i'm sorry he probably looks so boring

he also has diamond earings (like they look like shards of ice)

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gameplay (my fav part)

so ik i said he's a cryo catalyst but he can actually switch from a sword and catalyst (like raiden shogun)

he works best with frozen reactions (so blizzard strayer is great)

he's like a dps that uses charged atks and burst

normal atk --

3 different atks that deal cryo dmg (like a few ice shards/icicles attacking opponents)

the way he attacks is almost like he's playing violin with the bow

so he's just swaying his arm around but gracefully. idk. i'm bad at explaining them with words but uh. it's up to ur imagination

his catalyst does not show when he attacks

charged atk--

he raises his arms like the. the person that leads the orchestra i forgot the name

and it releases a bunch of small crystals that are sort of like a tiny ningguang burst

elemental skill-- glacial shock

his skill has a 10 sec cool down

he sprints back and releases a small diamond sort of thing that applies cryo to opponents (like mona but cryo, however the opponents don't attack it)

when an opponent is hit with the diamond it applies a music note affect, which changes dependinf how many times it was hit

when the diamond disappears after it makes the music note burst and does cryo dmg to the opponent

at talent 10

diamond release dmg - 172%

shock release dmg - 490%

at talent 10 (music note effect burst)

quarter note - hit 1 time (724%)

half note - hit 2 times (823%)

whole note - hit 3 times (913%)

i'm aware whole note is 4 quarter notes but ajsjsisbsj

elemental burst-- black frost symphony

alastor pulls out his violin and he plays a few notes that makes a big explosion to surrounding opponents, automatically freezing them (until the burst time is over)

while all opponents are frozen, alastor's catalyst is now a bow (which is used like a sword) and his sword attacks are infused with cryo

hitting opponents with a charged attack or plunge attack can cause them to explode (like a bigger version of the skill that does a lot more dmg)

normal attacks will also cause explosion (but charged or plunge is a lot better if dealing with more than one enemy)

ofc it deals cryo dmg

i'm too lazy to make all the dmg percentages so just imagine a cryo burst eula

yeah

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constellations :

c1 - skill gets 2 charges, decreases cd by 1.5

c2 - burst explosion dmg will be increased by 20% of atk

c3 - +3 to burst talent

c4 - when enemies are hit by skill, they automatically get whole note effect

c5 - +3 to skill talent

c6 - if enemies still have remaininf hp left after burst, whole note effects are applied that explode right after

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talents :

lvl 20 + when skill is on field (and alastor isn't) it will give other characters 10% more crit rate as long as the diamond is still active

lvl 60 + during burst, alastor gets increased cryo dmg (12% of crit rate)

(passive) items purchased from fontaine will cost 10% less

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other :

fav food - pastries

least fav food - spicy food (he likes the taste but he always throws up afterwards)

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yeah thats all take care <333

- mari anon (apologies for the long ask)

a violinist !!! omg what if he and dani collabs ?!?! dani can dance ballet with a violin or smth !!! and the “he gets noticed” part !! dani could be an anonymous sponsor or smth omg im sorry if im inserting her here kksksksks im just so excited that there’s a fontaine oc like my darling dani !!!!!

oh i have a question tho! so he’s technically a cryo catalyst?? or a cryo sword?? if raiden is technically polearm, i mean. what would it be for alastor??and ohh~ a burst like eula’s! yes ! that would mean he’s a main dps then ?? ooh~~ very interesting! i so love considering his music background~ what if,,, what if he plays the violin in his burst animation tho ?!??!!?!?!?! 

[mersuperwholocked-lowlife]

Always Get Better

Word Count: 950

Characters: Sam Winchester, Dean Winchester, Sister!Reader, Castiel, Mary Winchester, Billie The Reaper

Pairings: Dean Winchester x Sister!Reader; Sam Winchester x Sister!Reader

Warnings: ANGST, SUICIDE TW, a small fluff

A/N: ik, this sucks and was rly rly rushed

A/N 2: Based off of Season 12, episode 9 First Blood

Masterlist

Your right hand was holding Sam’s, while your left was holding Dean’s.

You looked at them nervously, squeezing their hands softly.

Dean gave you a nod, saying don't worry, it's gonna be okay.

You looked across from you, looking at the men, sitting with guns and equipment strapped to them.

Your heart started beating faster as the van came to a stop.

The door opened, shining a bright light on your faces.

The three of you stepped out of the van.

“Not her, she’s coming with us.” a man said.

Your heart stopped as your breathing was labored.

“No.” you heard Dean’s voice. You looked at him.

“She’s staying with us.” Dean said.

“We’re under orders.” another man pulled your arm, pulling you away from Dean.

“D-De.” you tried to hold your cries in, trying to fight.

“(Y/N).” you looked at Sam.

He shook his head no.

Your eyes watered.

“Come on.” the man pulled you away from Sam and Dean.

-----

You sat alone in the interrogation room. Your leg was bouncing fast, as you looked down at your hands. Your wrists ached from the handcuffs.

You lifted your head, looking at the door opened as another man walked in and sat in front of you. You looked down again, remembering what Dean said to do.

Just because you knew what to do didn't make it any easier.

“Hello (Y/N).” you didn't reply.

“I'm Agent Camp.” he started, you continued ignoring him.

“You know, you don't have anything to do with them. We’ve checked your records, you seem like a good person. You can tell us what we need to know, and you can be on your way.” Camp said.

Sell out my brothers? Not a chance

You continued to ignore him.

He looked at you for a few minutes.

“(Y/N).” you ignored him.

“Fine, we can always wait” he motioned to another guard.

You were pulled up by another guard, and taken to a cell.

---

A few days have passed, you felt like your head was exploding. 

You were worried, thinking about Sam and Dean. 

You didn't know if they were alive, you didn't know if they were okay.

You paced around the cell.

----

A few weeks had passed, and you were still trapped.

Everything became more and more painful.

Your body ached as you laid on the bed, not that it was a bed, more like a brick.

---

It's been long, too long. You didn't know anything that was going on, your mind kept worrying. You stopped eating your food.

You took a deep breath, trying to stay okay, trying to stay alive. You lied to yourself every day, saying you could keep this up. You knew you couldn't.

Your sight was blurry, and you were in pain. So much pain.

You cried silently as you felt yourself fade. You closed your eyes and let the dark envelope you.

----

Sam and Dean gasped, jumping up. Looks like their plan worked.

“You okay?” Dean asked.

“Yeah, fine. Where’s (Y/N)?” Sam said, sitting up.

“She's here, but she’s still dead.” Dean held your head in his arms.

“We have to get moving, and fast,” Sam said.

“Okay.” Dean picked you up and held you in his arms.

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“She’s still not alive.”, Sam began to grow worried.

“I don’t know, but we’re gonna get her back. She’s gonna be okay. She has to.” Dean assured Sam.

----

“(Y/N).”, Cas said, seeing your body in Dean’s arms.

“It’s okay, she’s gonna be okay,” Dean said.

“How? She’s dead,” Mary gasped.

“She’s not, it’s hard to explain, let’s just go first,” Sam said.

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“Oh, I didn’t realize (Y/N) was part of the deal.” Billie started.

“What?”, Dean said.

“As in, she was dead when I found her.” she crossed her arms.

“No, bring her back.”, Sam said.

“Fine.”, almost as quick as a snap of her fingers, you gasped, jumping up.

You looked around, confused.

“So, which one is it gonna be?”, Billie asked.

“W-What’s going on?”, you asked, confused.

“M-Me.”, you heard Mary say.

“Sammy, De, w-what’s going on?”, you asked again.

Dean looked at you, worried.

“Mom, no.” Mary started pointing the gun at her head.

“W-What’s going on?!” you said, your eyes watering.

A bright light shone in your eyes as Castiel killed Billie.

“What the hell (Y/N)?” Dean yelled at you.

You jumped slightly.

“W-What’s going on?!” you yelled back.

Before he said anything else, he gave you a tight embrace.

----

You were still a bit confused, but Sam explained most of it to you.

“But why’s Dean upset?” you asked.

“Billie said that you were already dead before she told you what was gonna happen…..” Sam said.

“Oh.” was all you replied.

“I know it was hard, (Y/N)” Sam said.

Your eyes watered slightly.

“I think you should go talk to Dean.” he told you.

“O-Okay.” you got up and walked around, looking for Dean.

“Dean.” you entered his room.

“(Y/N).” he replied, still looking away from you.

“Dean, please, you have to understand, being there was so hard, I-I didn't know what was happening, I didn't know if you and Sammy were okay. It was terrible and I couldn't live like that.” you cried softly.

He kissed your forehead.

“I’m not mad at you, (Y/N). It was hard. But you gotta remember, even if things seem hard, they will always get better. We’ll always find a solution.” Dean said, wrapping his arms around you.

You nodded.

“Good. Now I think it’s time for us to get some rest. It’s been a long couple of weeks.” Dean said.

“Yeah.” your replied.

“Good night (Y/N/N).”

“Good night De.”

[ididntlookback]

Can you write a sweet interaction between lance and Krolia maybe pleeeeeeeeease? ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

Heyyyy sorry this so late and ik it’s rushed at the end :((( I would’ve spent more time on it but i wanted to upload it today as i have an audition tomorrow and this is already a few days late. WC: 2,160

Lance and Krolia sent each other looks from across the room as Allura gave everyone their missions. The two had been paired to sweep through a seemingly abandoned Galra ship.

Though the team was on their way back to earth, they did have to occasionally do Voltron like things- defending the universe and whatnot. Small missions like this were not unusual. The team no longer had the resources of the Castle of Lions to do anything big, but getting info from abandoned ships like the one they would be going to was a small task that they could complete.

Lance was alright with being the one to go with on the mission- hell, he was excited- but going with Keiths mom… that was a little weird.

Lance had no problem with Krolia. She was a good fighter and from what Lance could see, a good mother. It was just… awkward, though, going on a solo mission with her. It felt like when you’d go over to a friends house for the first time and they’d leave you in the room with their mom alone to make very awkward small talk.

From the quick eye contact the two of them made on the chunk of rock the team was currently stationed on, Lance assumed that that feeling of awkwardness was not one sided. Lance also spotted Keith look over quickly at Lance, who’d be lying if he said he wasn’t amused by that.

Everyone else had been tasked with going to nearby planets to get any information they had on Galra patrols. As the team was getting ready to split up, Keith walked up to Lance.

“So… you’re going with Krolia?” He asked, trying to sound nonchalant.

“Seems like it,” Lance smirked. “You know, i’m really looking forward to some one on one bonding time with her. Just… talking about your embarrassing childhood stories and whatnot. I’m really looking forward to it.”

“Oh, god,” Keith said, dread filling his face. “Just-just complete the mission and don’t do anything stupid.”

“Me? Do something stupid?” Lance gasped. “When have I ever?”

“You really don’t want me answering that question,” Keith smirked before walking away.

Lance’s eyes followed him until Krolia disrupted his line of sight.

“Ready to go?” She asked, the eye contact she made with Lance unyielding.

“Uh, yep,” he said, his feeling of dread about the mission starting to set in. “Let’s roll out.”

The two got into the red lion. Lance sat in the pilot’s chair and Krolia stood behind him. The journey to the ship was a trip no longer than ten minutes. The two went over their plan, which was pretty simple, and that left them without any conversation topics for the remaining six minutes of the trip.

“So… you excited about going back to Earth,” Lance asked, attempting at small talk.

“Sure,” Krolia responded. She just looked into space, not even giving Lance a look.

“Cool, cool,” Lance answered back. “I’m pumped about it. Can’t wait to get back.”

Krolia didn’t respond. Lance was wondering if she even heard him. Maybe she had like… selective hearing or something.

“Gonna be a pretty easy mission, yeah?” Lance said, trying again for a conversation. “Just gotta get in there, plug pidge’s hard drive thing in there, wait for it to download. Boom. Done.”

“We have to remain vigilant,” Krolia said, actually responding. “Be ready for anything.”

“Cool. No problem. Gotta stay vigilant.”

Lance could tell this was going to be a super fun mission.

The hollow, abandoned galra cruiser came into view and Lance was relieved to be rid of the awkward silence between him and Krolia. They now had a common goal; something to talk about. Hopefully that would diminish some of that awkwardness.

Lance docked the lion and the two exited it, quickly studying their surroundings. It looked like any cruiser, plus an eerie, ghostly vibe that came with abandoned spaces. There were pieces of dead sentries littered around, as well as damage made from swords and other weapons.

Lance wondered what had happened to have wiped out such a big and important looking ship. After all, that’s what his and Krolia’s mission was supposed to find out.

“What way should w-” Lance started to stay, stopping when he noticed Krolia already walking to a hallway with authority, as if she’d gone down that some hallway countless times before.

“This way,” she said after looking down that hallway for a few seconds.

“Alright… care to tell me why?” Lance asked.

Krolia barely gave Lance another look. Her eyes almost scanned around him, as if she was trying to focus on everything pertaining to the mission except for her partner on it.

The way she scanned over him, as if she was only processing his voice and not Lance himself, reminded Lance of someone. It reminded him of Keith- their early relationship, at least.

“I’ve been on a lot of Galra ships,” she said.

“Yeah? So have I.”

“You’ve been in space for only a fraction of your life. I’ve been up here my whole life. The wider hallways always lead to the central corridors, which lead to the control room.”

Blood rushed to Lance’s cheeks out of embarrassment. She was right, but she didn't’ have to make Lance out to be such an idiot.

“Lead the way,” Lance said, trying to keep enthusiasm in his voice.

Krolia advanced through the wide hallway, Lance behind her. The hallway was slightly crepier than the hanger. It reminded Lance of being at school late at night or on a weekend. The hall lights were only partly illuminated. With only that difference plus the absence of people, a once familiar and lively hallway was transformed into something completely different. A galra hallway was neither familiar nor lively, but it was still unnerving to see it so different in the face of darkness.

“So,” Lance said, starting to get bored of overthinking and the silence, “You’re Keith’s mom, huh. That’s cool.”

That seemed to be one of the only things that peaked her interest. She no longer scanned over Lance, she actually looked at him for a few seconds. Then, of course, she was back to leading the two without a look anywhere but in front of herself.

“Yeah. It’s… amazing to be reunite with him.”

Gasp! Did she just emote?

“Yeah, well, I can see the family resemblance,” Lance said.

“Is that a good or bad thing?” She asked, almost with a small smile.

“Hm… not sure, actually. Why do you ask?”  

“The two of us- Keith and I- we talked about your team while on the space whale,” she said. “He told me about your old ‘rivalry.’”

“Oh,” Lance said, not sure how he was feeling about that. “What else did he say?”

“… We should focus on the mission,” She said, looking at the crossroads they came across.

Lance couldn’t tell if her avoidance of the question was in a ‘i don’t want to talk to you anymore’ way or a ‘Keith wouldn’t want me to tell you’ way. Lance didn’t know which of the two was more aggravating.

“Should we split up?” Lance asked, trying to follow Krolias instructions.

“It would be better if we stuck together,” she said. “If something were to happen it would be easier to take us out if we were split.”

“What could happen? We’ve been here for like ten minutes already. If something were to happen it already would’ve,” Lance complained.

“Just be prepared for anything.”

You’ve already said that, Lance thought.

After a few more turns, the two reached the control room. It was basically identical to every other Galra ship Lance had been on: a wide, open room with a few panels of electronic controls.

After scanning the room and seeing no threat present, Krolia and Lance made their way to the front of the room. Krolia plugged in Pidge’s hard drive and put her hand on the scanner, turning the ship on.

What came next was one of those moments where the only thought in Lance’s mind was something along the lines of, Hm, could I have been anymore of an idiot?

As the data downloaded itself onto the hard drive, an alarm started blaring in the ship. Compartments started opening in the walls of the control room. Out stepped a small army of sentries, guns locked, loaded, and pointed at Lance and Krolia.

“We need to get out of here,” Lance told Krolia, panic rising.

“We need to finish the mission,” she hissed back at Lance, her hand still firmly on the scanner.

The army was advancing.

“You’re seriously not gonna help me fight?!” Lance exclaimed.

“I’ll help how I can.”

Lances blood was boiling. He really hated the whole mission-before-everything mentality the Blade of Marmora had.

With that anger fueling him, he activated his beyard and started taking shots at the army. He took down the front line with the accuracy he was known for, but he realized that the enemies were too close to Lance for him to keep shooting.

Lance switched from his gun to his sword, his shield held up to block the shots coming from a range of directions. He stabbed, slashed, and pushed his way through the crowd, letting his instincts take over.

He eventually became aware of Krolia shooting into the crowd with her free hand. It helped a bit, but it also caused the attention of the army to be turned on her. The soldiers started to advance towards where she stood, but Lance got there first.

He saw the shots coming before they were even fired, and took out those soldiers first. He continued fighting as he had before, now paying special attention to protecting Krolia.

Lance growled in pain as a lazer grazed his shoulder, burning through his paladin suit and hitting his skin. He ignored the pain and the blood that was starting to make its way down his arm as he continued fighting.

Right as Lance plunged his sword through the chest of the last soldier, the downloading information hit 100%, allowing Krolia to take her hand off of the scanner.

“Great timing,” Lance mumbled. “Let’s go back to the team.”

Krolia grabbed the hard drive and Lance clasped his hand over the wound on his arm, which was sending waves of pain through his body with every movement he made.

The two walked wordlessly back to Lance’s lion. There weren’t any more soldiers or armies popping out of the walls, so they seemed to be in the clear.

“You know,” Lance spoke up, bitterness stinging his voice, “You could’ve helped me fight the army and then you could’ve downloaded the information after it was all clear.”

“You never know,” she replied. “The ship could’ve blown up, or the army could’ve tried destroying the control room equipment.”

The two got into the lion. As Lance reached out for the controls, he grimaced, blood reddening his armor.

“Let’s wrap that up before we go,” Krolia said.

“Just so you know, if anyone else- well, maybe except Keith- had been on this mission with me, they would’ve helped me with that army. You’re on our team now, and our team helps one another out.”

Krolia was cleaning the cut on Lance’s arm with the medical kit in the lion. She glanced up at Lance when he said that, then she returned to studying the wound.

“I didn’t keep my hand on the scanner just because I thought the mission came first. It was also because i was very confident you could handle the situation yourself.”

Lance went quiet, looking down at Krolia with a look of confusion.

She continued on. “Keith told me about how great of a fighter you are, and i’ve seen you fight. I think you don’t realize how capable you actually are. I knew that you could protect me and handle things, and you did.”

Lance didn’t know how to respond to that. He wanted to stay angry, but he was finding that he couldn’t.

“Also…” She said, “If I saw things go south, don’t think that I wouldn’t’ve left my position. I would’ve stepped in. What you said about your team… i’ve seen that. I see that you all are a family, and i’m apart of that family now.”

“Hm,” Lance grunted. He did what he did best at the face of anything emotional: he made a joke. “At least I got a cool new scar from this whole experience.”

Krolia actually laughed at that. “My son was right about you.”

“What exactly did he saw about me?”

“I’ll let him tell you himself,” She said.

That answer wasn’t exactly comforting, and it definitely started a whole new list of questions in Lances mind, but what he did know was that he understood Krolia a bit more after that experience.

Lance was looking forward to learning even more about her.