#I would usually get scolded for eating paper as a kid

[loredwy]

PAPER, PAPER SWEEP

When you put it in your mouth and let it slowly dissolve >>>>

I always loved it, and its flavour too. But it makes your tummy hurt if you eat too much :(

ROUND ONE: Nickel sulfate solution/Nickel plating solution vs. Paper

Propaganda:

Nickel sulfate solution:

it LOOKS SO DRINKABLE, IT'S THE FORBIDDEN CORDIAL, MMMMMHMHHHMHH, those people on tiktok who make uhh they call it flavoured water we call that cordial, whatever, those people on tiktok WISH they could make a flavour so enticing mmmmmmmmmmmmhhhmhmhmh. gonna admit half of this is simply because i was watching nickel plating videos at 2am one night and i was so out of it that seeing the plating solution which looked like a nice light green made my brain go oooooooo drinkable yes yes. i have no doubt it would taste like salt (?) and death but in my heart,,, it is the forbidden liquid <3 (or maybe it's fine and im just exaggerating idk i failed chem)

Paper:

Whenever i didnt want to do a test in school i would take a bite of the paper and its actually really good

If u eat schoolwork ypu dont have to do it

Who can resist drawing a little bicycle for example on paper and taking many happy bites out of it… its simply good fun.

It’s delicate and simple. Crisp. Almost like a wafer. And it has variety! You could draw or write all sorts of fun things to eat. Unfortunately actually eating it is less fun. 

its smell is just soo fulfilling, you know? like eating something without actually eating it. kinda like that type of bubble gum from willy wonka's factory. the kind of smell you could daydream about. also! it's warm!!! who doesn't love a freshly made home cooked meal? 

in practice, paper does NOT have a satisfying texture to eat. however, in theory, ooooooooo the crunch..... that delicious crinkling noise as the paper compresses under your teeth..... ooooooo

[urinarythreatinfection]

Idea popped into my mind, though i've had it in my mind for a while now. Inspired by this one video i saw a while back (can't find it now) of some person who did the same thing to their cats. If i find it later ill quote this with it. Also comment if you want someone else with this. @mere-mortifer this is just a scenario thing but idk if it counts tell me if it doesnt and you just meant one shots.

Thunk

Various x GN!reader. Platonic. Luffy, Zoro, Sanji, Robin, Brook.

Luffy

“Did you have to spill it? Haven’t you gotten instincts for that?” You say, peeved as you clean up Luffy’s spilled juice.

“I don’t have that on all the time.” He says with a huff, begrudgingly grabbing more paper towels for you until he realizes something. “There’s no more.” It’s run out.

“No more?” You look back at him and see the empty paper towel roll, sighing. “Give it here.” He hands it to you and you bonk it on his head softly with a “thunk”.

“Hey!” He rubs the spot you did it, putting on his straw hat for protection.

“Small punishment, we’ll have to do it with a cloth so go get that for me; even if it’ll be a hassle to have to rinse it out.” Luffy pouts, but gets it anyway since he’ll be scolded if he doesn’t.

Zoro

You’re cleaning up Zoro’s workout equipment, he could do it himself but you’re doing it this time since he’s eating a sandwich Sanji made for protein. “You don’t clean these as often as you should.” You tell him while cleaning up the pole for weights.

“I’m the one who uses it the most anyway, if you think it’s gross just don’t use them.” The swordsman says in between bites. You notice you’ve managed to clean them with the last paper towel, pleased but still annoyed at what Zoro said. You walk over to him where he’s sitting and bonk his head with the empty roll. It makes a “thunk” sound. “Empty head.” He scowls.

“I didn’t ask you to do this.” You thunk him again. “Hey!” Thunk "Ugh."

“It’s not that much of a hassle to clean it, think of it as practicing your patience or responsibility. There’s other types of responsibilities that aren’t protection or fighting.”

“Whatever.” He mumbles and you thunk him on the head for the 4th time. “Stop!”

Sanji

“You should really take more breaks.” You say while rinsing out a cloth you were using to clean.

“I’m used to working this much from the Baratie, you have nothing to worry about.” He sits at the counter after you barely convinced him to atleast sit down for a bit.

“You only get 5 hours of sleep each night, that isn’t healthy for you even if you’re used to it.” He’s about to say something when you interrupt him. “Zoro sleeps less during the night but he naps during the day as well, Brook is a skeleton, and Luffy sleeps whenever he wants during the day as well if he’s tired. You do not.” The cook closes his mouth having been corrected. You grab a paper towel to dry off the counter and realize it’s the last one. You walk over to Sanji, who’s looking down at the ground, and bonk him on the head using the empty roll with a “thunk” sound. “I don’t mind you asking me for help if you need it, so use that assistance to rest a bit. I mean it.”

“...Okay..” He mumbles, his gaze still to the ground as he fumbles with his hands like a scolded little kid.

Robin

“I’m usually more careful than this.” Robin says while she makes sure none of the books have gotten wet. “I suppose I was too focused on the text.”

“If it means it was interesting enough then I’m sure the author would be flattered.” You say while cleaning up a drink she had knocked over while reading. Once she’s made sure nothing got wet she puts the books down on her lap. “There’s no point feeling bad about it now.” You manage to clean everything up by the time the paper towels have run out.

“I apologize for making you do this, you seemed focused as wel-” You lightly bonk her on the head with the empty roll, making a “thunk” sound. Her eyes widen as she looks up at you, shocked.

“Lighten up, you’re acting like you’ve forced me. Of course I would do this for you, you’re my friend.” Her eyes are still wide but she eventually smiles.

“Then I’ll thank you instead. Thank you.” You smile back at her when she thanks you.

“You’re welcome.” You bonked the bad thoughts out of her.

Brook

“If I could see your pantie-” Brook gets hit on the head HARD by Nami before she storms off, walking past you as you notice Brook now sitting on the ground rubbing his forehead.

“Hit again? You really don’t learn your lesson, huh?” You say while standing in front of him. “It was hard this time too, I heard it from where I was.”

“She knocked my brains out! Not that I had any to begin with yohoho!” He jokes, though he never really expects Nami to show her panties. It’s more of a habit at this point, something he gained from the past he’s reluctant to let go of.

“More like scrambled since you can still joke.” You’re holding an empty paper towel roll, on the way to throw it out before you heard the commotion. You get an idea and thunk him on the head with it, “To unscramble,” then do it again. “now to bonk those thoughts out.” He looks up at you, presumably processing what happened since you can’t really see an expression. He rubs his head for a second.

“You’ve warmed my heart (Y/n)-san, not that I have one!” His laugh is slightly less loud. “You’re a miracle worker…” He’s silent for a bit, then goes back to normal. “We should see panties to celebra-” Thunk.

[aerkame]

I just needed to get this out but reader cuddling with wally from the alive au cause everyone else is busy but him and reader just needs some cuddles

Ah yes, I can honestly imagine that. Sometimes Wally feels like the only person that really understands the reader. He isn't as clueless on feelings or how things work in this world like the others. If anything he probably craves physical touch after having come to life.

(This takes place in the Alive AU)

___________________________________________________________

It was a rainy afternoon by the time Wally finished another painting, something you had helped him with by getting the supplies he needed, you truly are a kind host.

Perhaps, it was time that he gave you something in return for your kindness. His friends were also keen on this as well, though they all had different ideas of what to give you. Wally was sure of what he wanted as a gift however, it would take quite some time to make.

Wally stood from his stool to go wash his hands off in the bathroom. He stood there, letting the feeling of cool water glide over his cartoonish skin. It still felt odd to him really.

He has always been a puppet for as long as he could remember. Wally Darling, the star puppet of a now forgotten kids show. He was so so lonely before, watching the years go by and collecting dust on an empty shelf in that antique store. Wally wasn't that lonely puppet anymore though, he was something entirely new. His friends, previously existing as only fictional characters, weren't so fictional once you picked both him and the "dead" puppet characters up. It's like you had a magic in you to bring life into them. What a wonderful person you were.

"Hey Mr.Darling..." You poked your head into the bathroom to greet him. Wally only sighed, you didn't need to be so formal all the time.

"Please dear, you may call me Wally, we've known each other for a while now." A smile crept onto his face. "But...if you're so insistent on calling me that, I might as well call you Darling as well. You are a sweet little darling to me after all.~"

A towel was thrown into his face that Wally caught with ease, looking back to you to see a reddened face. He loved it when you were flustered.

"Wally! We're not even married!" You knew he wasn't as innocent as the others so you really had no issue with scolding him on that. "I...I was going to ask if you wanted anything special for brunch." You kept trying to fan your cheeks, a habit he took notice of when you got flustered.

"Hmm...Let's see." He hummed in thought "Would French Toast be alright?" Goodness, he'd love that right now. The way you added cinnamon-dipped apple slices to it always made him yearn for more.

"Alright, I'll get started on that now since it'll take a while." You gave him a soft smile before turning to head to the kitchen. Wally left to sit in the living room while he waited, deciding to read the newspaper with one leg crossed over the other. A thought popped up in his mind. When did you start smiling like that? It was more...loving, not like your usual smiles. Maybe he was just imagining things. He felt warmth creeping onto his cheeks, a new feeling he was not used to.

Wally made an audible sigh as he leaned further into the couch not taking notice of his grip tightening.

Some time passed by as he read, foot tapping against the floor to the rhythm of the radio in the background.

"Alrighty! Brunch is ready, but you should probably wait a bit, it's pretty hot right now." You set the food on the coffee table in front of the couch plopping down next to Wally leaving him startled. That was rare. You didn't mind Wally eating here sometimes since you knew he never makes a mess. Also because the dinner table was currently littered with Julie's and Eddie's arts and crafts.

"Ah, thank you darling..." He mumbled, taking notice of the now torn paper from having gripped it too tightly. You gave him a concerned look.

"Wally, are you okay?"

Leaning against you on the plush pillows he wrapped an arm over your shoulders, trapping you against his side. "I am now." His face was so close to yours...unlike last time though, you leaned into his body and softly took his head in your hands, guiding him to lay down in your lap face up.

You bent down to grab the food off the table, handing it to Wally for him to eat. He wouldn't grab the plate, keeping his arm around you, face nuzzled into your torso instead. "Would you be a dear and cut it for me please?" The smug grin that you were so used to seeing finally revealed itself. You were feeling a little playful today though, so you indulged him.

"Alright Mr.Pompadour, open wide." You teased, digging the fork into a cinnamon apple slice, holding it up to his mouth.

He stared at it for a second with a blush dusting his cheeks before slowly taking a bite, enjoying the delicious sensations on his tongue, a recent ability he gained now no longer needing to stare at food to eat it. Piece by piece you slowly fed him brunch, allowing Wally to lay in your lap the whole time.

You set the plate aside once he was finished. Wally still had those dreamy eyes and dusted red cheeks as he stared straight up at you.

"You know, you truly are the most."

On second thought, trying to write fanfiction while lacking enough sleep might not have been a good idea. There are so many spelling mistakes I had to fix in this and I'm not sure if I got them all. On the bright side I'm really getting the hang of writing more now.

[misscinnamonroll16]

Bring you more brozone headcanons

Every once in a while, the bro slip up and call Bruce Spruce. He knows its just an accident and they'll probably apologize for it. It's happened a handful of times, a VERY tired Branch, a tipsy Floyd, a very upset Clay, and a fever streken John Dory.

All the brothers except Bruce have dated/are dating troll royalty. And Bruce is totally not a little upset/jealous.

Every so often Clay gets a wild hair up his ass and tries to fight John. It's the little brother instinct from when they were kids. He'd tried to fight JD and John Dory would just put his hand on Clay's forehead to hold him back. John can't do that now that they're older (mainly bc Clay is taller than him) but John has a lot more experience fighting so Clay still can't win.

The only brother John lets himself be semi vulnerable around is Bruce. Bruce is older, he understands how JD feels better. In other words, Bruce helped A LOT with taking care of the younger ones and that's often how him and John Dory bonded

Floyd will eat and drink after his brothers. He doesn't care, he's had worse things in his mouth.

John KNOWS how Bruce lost his virginity. Bruce lost it at a party with some girl, JD happened to be nearby for them walking out. He scolded Bruce and made sure to have a long talk with him (again) about safe sex.

All the boys have very distinct smells. JD smells very woodsy, like a forest after a fresh rain. Bruce definitely smells like the island, flowers, fruit and sea salt with a hint of baby powder. Clay has always smelt like books, smells like old papers, pencil lead and artificial grass now. Floyd didn't really have a smell coming out of the diamond prison but eventually he starts to smell like what you'd imagine rock stars to smell like, smokey, musky and a lil sweaty. Branch is a little bit of all his brothers, the woodsy smell from John, floral notes from Bruce, old paper from Clay, and a lil musk from Floyd.

When they were younger and were roughhousing, John Dory usually went WAY easier on the little bros than he needed to. Spruce however was often rough with them. It wasn't that he wanted to hurt them (accidents happened with the both of them) it just happened. He probably didn't realize his own strength

John gets his tongue pierced. needless to say, it's a very awkward encounter because he accidently moans.

Clay likes whispering smart ass remarks to whichever brother is closest (often Branch or Floyd) and denying it when he's called out.

Clay asked where Branch's arms are after Branch was born. Branch had been wrapped up after hatching and was being handed to Floyd and Clay was looking on.

Before John Dory dropped out of school, he was about one fight away from getting suspended. It was shortly after Branch was born.

Brandy had no idea trolls could store things in their hair. She just thought Bruce was really good and fast at getting things. It wasn't until she literally watched Poppy pull a camera out of her hair that she questioned it.

Floyd, Branch and John all have sensitive noses. Branch and JD from being the wilderness so much and Floyd because he was breathing in the same stagnate air. So they have very good senses of smell

I don't know if I already said this but the boys sleep in a troll pile. They like knowing the others close. It's especially helpful when one of them has a nightmare and shoots up in the middle of the night. Bruce and/or John waking up to comfort whoever had it.

All except Floyd and Bruce are caffeine addicts. John bc he's been drinking coffee since he was ten. Clay because he's constantly staying up late. Branch bc he was paranoid and would stay up for days.

[tsukasalvr]

Hi I would like to make a request! (idk if this is where you submit it im new to tumbler lol)

I was wondering if you could do demon slayer headcannons about what nicknames the hashira would give their children! (ex. munchkin, sweetheart, hun)

I was thinking Sanemi, Kyojuro, Uzui, Mitsuri and Shinobu if you're ok with that.

Thanks <3

AN: THIS IS SO CUTE MY HEART AHH

nicknames they would give their kids

𝗔𝗻𝗶𝗺𝗲/𝗳𝗮𝗻𝗱𝗼𝗺: 𝗗𝗲𝗺𝗼𝗻 𝘀𝗹𝗮𝘆𝗲𝗿

Characters: Sanemi Shinazugawa, Kyojuro Rengoku, Uzui Tengen, Mitsuri Kanroji, Shinobu Kocho

Warnings: I don’t proofread, veryyy short

A/n:I hate the picture limit

Demon Slayer masterlist | Main masterlist

Sanemi Shinazugawa

First of all, he would’ve never thought that he would have ever settle down with someone and have kids but he’s happy that he did

If it’s a boy called them little man and if it’s a girl calls her little woman just to tease them

“It’s not my fault I couldn’t just say no this little woman!” He said to you as he once again, spoiled his daughter

Never really calls them cute nicknames unless you cosider silly ones cute— such as calling them monkeys, booger, brat, and squirt

“Come on squirt, eat your vegetables and then you can have desert” he tries to bribe the child into eating the veggies

Kyojuro Rengoku

Loves to play with his kids and calls them his little firecrackers and his little bees

“Come on firecracker, up we go!” He very loudly says as he picks up his two kids at once, one on one arm and other on his other arm, and walks over to you

Loves playing with them and loves to call them munchkins and take turns in throwing them up in the air and catching them just to see them laugh

He lives his kids dearly and sometimes calls them his little sunshine’s, especially considering that they will most likely take after his bright hair

Uzui Tengen

Loves to play around with his kids and is very much considered a fun dad who likes to let them have as much freedom as possible

Because of his very tall and big muscular stature, he loves to let them hang of his arms and let them climb him likes he’s a tree which in turn, he calls them monkeys and koalas

Since he’s the sound hashira, he thought it was such a flamboyant idea to call them little songbirds and he thinks it’s the most genius idea he’s ever had and thinks he’s some comedic genius

“Sleep well now little songbirds, and maybe tomorrow we can go out and bother uncle Kyojuro” it’s not a maybe, it’s a definitely

Mitsuri Kanroji

Adores her kids and thinks they’re the most cutest most lovable kids ever

Will forever baby them no matter how old they are and will definitely call them her little baby/babies and sweetheart(s)

Will coddle them forever and tries to think of the cutest names ever like doodlebug, little doves, duckies/ducklings, baby-face, babykins

The names get cheesier and cheesier and there’s no stopping her. She’s very motherly and is almost like a bear with her cubs (and there’s a new name to call them)

Shinobu Kocho

Is super gentle with her kids and is like a mother hen watching over her chicks, and even called them chicks just to tease them

Since she’s the insect pillar, she thinks calling them doodlebug and ladybugs are the absolute cutest—but she only ever calls them this when she wants to tease them

Normally, calling them munchkins, sweetie and sweethearts are the usual and will protect them at all costs

She’s prepared for everything, a very small scrape on the knee? She has to go take care of her munchkin right away!

“You have to be careful next time sweetie!” She gently scolded her kid as she bandaged their finger even though it was only a paper cut

[bao4aohao]

chap 3 - detention

-> tsukishima's yandere arc is coming -> warnings !! - none

" WHAT? YOU CAN'T DO THAT!"

you slammed on the desk infront of you before retreating, saying a small sorry for slamming.

you stared at the principle disapproval expression as he sighed. he placed his hands together and gesture you to sit down.

" well I'm sorry ms y/n, there were many witness of the fight. it would just be a 3 hour detention and I will rule it as self defence. " he tried to compromised.

he gave you a pity look before sending you away. you closed the door behind you as you walked out of the principle room.

Detention was not a common thing for you. Back in high school, you used to be troubled kid but it changed once you saw your mother on his death bed, fighting cancer.

you felt guilty for bring so much trouble to her but all she does is comfort you like a little child. her kindness has led a change of heart inside you and you turned over a new leaf after spring break.

your grades improved, you stopped getting into fights and more people start to approach you after seeing you become a gentler person.

-

you texted shoyou about the detention news and he sent you a selfie of him eating in response. you mentally want to strangle him but you knew deep down he cared for you.

walking to the classroom that you have been told to go to. you slowly opened the door peeking inside, hoping no one is there.

" oh wow look who finally arrived "

a voice echoed from the end of the seats. you followed where the voice came from and saw tsukishima walking down.

" have a seat, detention will start now " he said, placing a paper in front of you.

you sat down on the given seat and saw some math questions. however, the more you stared you realised that this are the topics not given to first years in uni but third years.

" urm sir, I don't get why I have to do this? isn't this for third years? " you genuinely asked.

he dragged a chair nearby loudly and placed the chair in front of your desk, facing you.

he sat down and said, " that's why I will be teaching you right now. don't you always wanted to be ahead of class, hmm? " he smirked, knowing my weakness.

' shit he's right..it woulddd be good to be ahead of class.. ' you sighed. you thought for a second then smiled as you bend down to dig for your materials from your bag.

when you were ready to start, he started to teach you the basics. you were surprised with the way he was teaching, usually he would glare and have no patience towards his students. To him, patience is something you earn and not everyone can do that.

somehow, you managed to pass that step. knowing how strict and scary he was, you were scared that you might get scolded

" well you have to solve the intersection before integrating the number here. that's why your answer for C was wrong. " he calming corrected. He then analyzed the rest of you equations, focusing on the paper.

you slowly glanced at his face for a second, he was holding a concentrating expression. Brows were furrowed, lips were shut tight as his eyes travelled up and down, scanning more anymore errors.

' I would tap that ' small blush crept your cheeks.

while writing, you suddenly had a crammed in your hand causing you to drop your pen on the ground.

you quickly bent to grab the pen but the blonde was having the exact same thought as you. the two of hands conisidencely reached out for the pen, but instead touched each other.

you instantly retracted your hand while tsukishima picked up the pen and passed it back to you.

you quietly thanked him before getting back on your work.

" why do you seem so tense, y/n? " he nonchalantly asked, as if nothing had happen.

" it's nothing sir.. " you replied, not looking up.

" call me kei, y/n. Let's leave the formalities shall we? I'm not too old too you know. " he casually said.

" o-ok kei..how old are you then? you seem really young for a teacher.. " you hestitately asked.

he snapped out of his concentration and chuckled before facing you.

" why don't you find out? " he mumbled.

" what was that? " you asked.

" nothing. I'm 25 if you're curious. I'm aiming to be a professor so the head of education sent me here for training as a new teacher. They say it is to test my ability whether I could teach right or not, basically. " he explained.

we carried on with the math problems and soon, I was getting tired and bored.

-

" well, that's it for today. Good job y/n, you lasted more than what I have expected " he patted your head as you smiled in returned

he stood up dusting his pants while packing his things. we continued the conversation as I began to ask more questions. This led to hours of talking and laughter. You were glad he wasn't a creepy old guy because imagine having a small infatuation on an old man.

" so you skipped a few levels that's why you're so young for a teacher!? " you awed.

the two of you walked out of the classroom and headed out of the school.

" that's right dear, that's why you're only five years younger " he smirked, seeing how amazed you were definitely fed his ego, especially by you.

This detention wasn't that bad after-all. After this incident, he did proposed to you if you would like more after school tutoring with him for advance mathematics, which you agreed instantly.

before he left the premises, you shyly tugging his sleeves before he walked the opposite direction from you.

" um..would I be able to contact you since I need to know more about the details for our tutoring? " you gestured your phone to him, hoping he would take it.

he stared for a bit which caused you to retract your hand but he caught it on time.

" you don't have to! if you feel uncom- " you were interuppted with a short deep chuckle that vibrates down your skin, feeling the goosebumps instantly.

" I was just teasing you y/n "

he took you phone and tap on the keys before returning it back to you.

" you better get home, it's quite late already. " he said, checking the time on his watch.

you stared at the glommy sky which indicates it would going to rain soon. you bowed and thanked him.

his arm suddenly grabbed you from the side, pulling you close hitting chest.

" huh- " you were confused and shocked by the sudden movement. but before you could react, a few crows zoomed pass almost attacking your face if it weren't for tsukishima, or you can say kei.

" jeez y/n you really need to watch out for the crows.. "

you thanked him profusely before running away in embarrassment.

" .. since they hunt previous doves like you " he finished. he creepily smiled thinking to himself.

he slowly walked the other direction into the darkness of the night.

-

you settled down on the bed after a long day in school. you already changed into your pjs and done your skincare.

however a suddenly thought came into your mind.

' how did he know my age? ' you wondered for awhile. you didn't mention your age or anything personal.

you shrugged at the thought thinking you were just overthinking it.

...or were you?

prev | next | main pg

NOTES

It's coming soon guys..calm before the storm hehe but how did know your age?

© all works are done by @ bao4aohao do not copy/rewrite/steal thank you.

[truths33k3r4]

CHAPTER 22 - Make Him Make Sense

‘ WHAT WAS HE THINKING. ‘

Leo hastily made his way through the hall, keeping his feet in a steady rhythm in order to balance out his racing mind.

‘ HOW CAN HE BE SO BLIND. ‘

His hands remained in tight fists swinging from side to side to keep up with his fast pace. The shaking still hadn’t stopped.

‘ If he were seven? Sure. Ten? Yeah, I guess- BUT SIXTEEN FREAKIN’ YEARS OLD???? ‘

A burning heat radiated from his heart and spread to his head.

‘ He’s never going to grow up. Not if he stays like THIS. ‘

Thanks to his brisk walking, Leo quickly found himself outside Sensei’s Study. His feet stopped.

‘ Maybe Sensei can knock some sense into him- Maybe SENSEI can NAIL IT THROUGH HIS SKULL why he should be more CAREFUL. ‘

Leo’s hand reached out and made contact with the door’s handle.

And then he froze.

He shut his eyes and took two deep breaths. ( The deepest he’s been able to manage all day. ) With his eyes shut, and his beating heart finally beginning to slow, Leo did his very best to think clearly instead of emotionally. He forced all his tense muscles to relax as best he could.

The burn in his heart was still very much present. It made him want to call out to Sensei to scold Raphael like back when they were kids. It wanted him to force his brother to take care of himself.

It wanted control.

There weren’t many things that made Leo angry. He actually prided himself with how calm he could appear to be when it came to more tense moments in their home: Arguments, physical fights between brothers, injuries… Normally, he’s able to keep his head on and focus as he works through whatever problem he’s facing.

But then..

..There were specific moments; Brief times when the rarity of his temper made an appearance. Usually it all began with little things:

His finger getting caught in the zipper of his jacket.

Getting interrupted while he tried to focus on doing his devotions in the morning.

Finding out Mikey ate all his leftover pizza even though he SPECIFICALLY WROTE “ DO NOT EAT! THIS IS LEO’S. THAT MEANS YOU, MIKEY“.

And then the final straw would happen. The last little cherry on top of a mound of stress and rising anger.

~

One time Mikey accidentally shattered Leo’s favorite mug. The one Sensei got him for passing one of his hardest tests in ninja training.

Leo had trained for weeks, practicing over and over, working himself till late at night so he would finally pass with flying colors. After he did pass, Sensei came home with a small box in his hands and handed it to Leo. Inside laid a dark blue mug with silver and gold accents swirled around the rim and handle. On its face was painted the words, “ Well done, my Son. “

And now the closest thing to a trophy of his success, as well as one of the rare gifts they would get from Sensei, laid in pieces strewn all over the floor.

It hurt.

It hurt a lot.

Mikey was only around seven or eight at the time. He was practicing cooking in the kitchen with Sensei and Don. In the chaos of trying to pull out a bowl to use for mixing cookie dough in, he mistakenly knocked off Leo’s prized mug.

When Leo had walked in, Mikey’s eyes almost immediately flooded with tears as he began scrambling to pick up all the sharp ceramic pieces. It didn’t even take a second before his tiny hand was bleeding.

Don came rushing to his side with a paper towel to wrap his hand in, as Sensei started saying something to Leo in a calm voice.

But Leo didn’t understand a word.

He just… stood there.

His mouth remained slightly ajar, while his brows creased in contemplation, trying to process what just happened.

He wanted to yell.

He wanted to scream at Mikey.

His wounded heart demanded justice for his loss. It would feel right to get compensation. It would feel right to let out all his anger and annoyance at his dumb little brother.

That thought made Leo literally take a stumbling step backwards.

At that moment Leo ran. There were just too many thoughts and feelings and emotions and he had TO GO. Rather run away, than say something he’d REALLY regret. And how much his chest burned with hatred ( FOR HIS LITTLE BROTHER ) proved to him he just couldn’t handle this right now.

So he ran to the one spot he knew would be safe and distant enough from his family.. Where he could cool off. Where he.. couldn’t hurt them.

As he sat on the cold wet ground in front of the ladder leading up to the surface, he tried to push aside all his horrible feelings.

The faint cold smell of fog and precipitation loomed in the air as the last drop of rain fell through the grate above his head.

The quiet drips of rain water trickling down the grate into the puddles added a somber tranquility to the dark place. As the raindrops fell and plinked onto the mirror-like face of the puddles, there came a light echo that would whisper through the tunnel. Somehow the darkness was peaceful. Not having much to look at really can help one’s mind become a silent haven. And when accompanied by the soft echoes of the raindrops, it can be the world’s most peaceful spot. There were times Leo would fall asleep there, lulled by the soft symphony of drips and whispers.

Leo really wanted this place to work its usual magic… LIKE NOW.. But before his mind could even be quieted, a whispering raspy voice spoke up next to his ear.

“ What are you doing? “

Leo absolutely hated the high pitched squeak that escaped his mouth. And judging by the burst of laughter from Raph, it was apparently loud enough to be heard…

“ - RAPH WHAT THE HECK!????!! ”

Leo felt his cheeks burn not only with embarrassment, but with that same rising anger. It still warmed the inside of his chest, and his mind was no where close to calm yet.

‘ How can I still be angry- it was a mug! A CUP!! How can something that SMALL get me so ANGRY?? ‘

Leo tried to fake as calm a voice as he could.

“ Raph, get outta here. I’m not in the mood. “

‘ I just gotta get him away- He’ll leave, I’ll calm the HECK down, and everything will be fine. ‘

“ Haha-he-ha haaaa…. Sheesh~ Sorry, drama queen. “

Leo could feel all his muscles tense.

“ RAPH- I’M WARNING YOU- BACK. OFF. “ Leo growled. He could feel his filter quickly slipping through his fingers as nothing but hatred and exasperation filled his mind.

“ Dude, what is going on?? What happened to you? Why are you being so- “

It happened too fast.

Leo couldn’t stop the flowing cascade of seething fury as he lunged at his brother.

..All over a flipping mug…

Raph gave a loud yelp as his head slammed into the moist brick ground, but that didn’t stop him from fighting back. The two brothers wrestled aimlessly, fists and feet flying. Both of the boys’ knees and elbows got scuffed and sliced into by the rough exterior of the bricks below. Leo landed a few blows on his brother’s face and shoulder as Raph tried to hold down Leo’s arms and hands.

“ DUDE WHAT’S GOING ON???! ARE YOU NUTS??! “

Leo’s answer found itself in the form of another low sharp growl. He could feel tears pricking the edges of his eyes as he let loose his temper.

Despite Raph’s smaller size compared to his brother, he still knew he had the advantage: Strategy.

One blow to his brother’s hard plastron caused Leo to grunt and press his injured hand to his side. Raph used that small distraction to kick Leo’s stomach to shove him off. In an instant, the roles were switched and Raph was now holding Leo down.

“ DUDE WHAT IS IT?? WHAT’S WRONG WITH YOU??! “

Leo thrashed underneath Raph’s weight.

“ ARE YOU OK?? “

His mind loudly rang with his temper filling every crevice of his thoughts. Nothing made sense. His vision blurred as if his brain told him it didn’t matter what he saw.

“ LEONARDO!! “

With one last effort to snap his brother back, Raph winded back his arm and slapped Leo square in the face.

The ringing stopped.

Leo’s chest hurt as he heaved shaky breaths. His throat burned from the shouts and growls. His body ached from the punches and wrestling.

And now, his head was finally allowing his mind to catch up to what his body was doing..

..to his brother.

Leo’s vision finally cleared as the blurry shapes crystalized into focus. Raph was looking down at him. His little brother’s right eye began swelling in shades of blue.

Leo’s burning tears swelled and ran over his face.

Raph.. didn’t know how to process this.

As Leo extinguished all the fight he had in him, going limp under his brother’s weight, he sobbed and turned his face away from Raph.

Raph remained on top of Leo with firm grips pinning down his brother’s arms. But as he felt Leo’s body soften and relax, he loosened his grip, eventually letting go and crawling off his older brother’s plastron. He sat down next to Leo’s left shoulder waiting in silence for when his big brother could breathe enough to speak..

“ I- I didn’t mean to- Raph I’m.. I’m so sorry- I’m hic I’m supposed to take care of- of you… And I- I hic I… - I HURT YOU. I’M SO SO SORRY. “

Leo’s voice came out shaky and dry from all the yelling, mixed with the wince of pain of all the emotions plaguing his young heart.

Raphael simply patted Leo’s head in response. ( A little roughly, but it was still appreciated. )

“ Uh….. there… there…. “ Raph whispered weakly as he continued to pat his brother’s head like a puppy. " It's just a black eye.. I get worse in training.... It's no big deal, dude. "

The tears in Leo’s eyes and the shame in his heart didn’t quench his brotherly instinct to laugh at his little brother’s sad excuse of comfort.

Leo returned to the present.

His fingers slowly let go of the Study’s handle.

‘ I didn’t make any sense to Raph back then.. ‘

Leo passed Sensei’s Study and began to walk to the Living Room.

‘ .. But he was still there for me..

So when he’s ready, I’ll be there for him. ‘

That's it for this chapter!! :) Man alive, it's nice to be back at this. :) I've missed writing... Thank you, guys, for being patient! Hopefully my next chapter won't take as long to post. :)

To God be the glory!

Masterpost <- PRIOR CHAPTER NEXT CHAPTER ->

[hideawaysplace]

So what did Vennesa,Freddy, and Gregory do after security breach

Gregory had never been in charge of a TV before, so he just skimped the channels, most of them were news channels, some early morning kids cartoons that were way too childish for him.

After a while he noticed Freddy was watching also, his eyes narrowing as he looked like he was trying to scan everything he was seeing.

“Have you… ever watched TV?”

“Not outside TV, we were never allowed,” Freddy replied, “We would watch performances, employee safety tapes and sometimes security footage when we were allowed. I once found an old video player and some videos, they were from previous generations of Fazbear animatronics! I must have watched this one particular one a million types, it was a black bear and he was playing a red accordion, he was playing so beautifully, his fingers were moving so elegantly, like he had trained for years, and he had such a friendly smile, it is very hard to find such a friendly face, I kept watching in hopes of learning accordion… I haven’t watched those tapes for years now…”

“Why not?” Gregory asked.

“I was caught watching them one day by the Pizzaplex manager, I was scolded, told those tapes should have destroyed years ago, they were all flawed, and bad influences on me, they were destroyed and I was told to never talk about it again, I never told anyone else about the tapes… I did not understand, some looked creepy, sure, that white and pink one did, but others looked so kind.”

“I think they were being dishonest.”

“No, they… they would not lie to me…” Freddy looked hurt, “They could not have…”

At that moment the door was unlocked, Vanessa walked in, dragging a tower of large boxes behind her, grunting as she slowly inched them inside her apartment.

“Are you alright Officer Vanessa?” Freddy asked.

“Just Vanessa, I’m going to be fired so no point in saying Officer anymore,” She huffed.

“You’ve been gone for a while,” Gregory said.

“Well I made a few stops along the way to get something to eat, I hope you like breakfast burritos, they might be cold but that’s what a microwave is for,” She closed the door behind her and took one box off the tower.

“What’s in the box? You didn’t bring the others here did you?”

“No they’re definitely too aggressive to bring here, hopefully they’ll snap out of it but I’m not sure,” Vanessa said, “I took some parts. I just need to assemble it,” Vanessa ripped into the box and pulled out a few items, immediately they noticed the familiar red shoulder pads, spiked bracelets and large paws.

“You took parts for me?!” Freddy barked, “Vanessa!!”

“The security cameras are busted, they’ll write it off unless they want the police to question why kids have disappeared in the plex. Plus you need a body to defend yourself and Gregory.”

“I guess so however-”

“However we can’t be sure whatever was controlling me isn’t going to be a problem, something is wrong in that place,” She walked to her small kitchen bench and prepared coffee, she glared over the newspaper, she knew it wasn’t today’s paper but she hadn’t seen one in a while so she was curious what had happened in the meantime.

The major headline was about a strange entity appearing at night, so nothing unusual, she flicked through the pages, seeing sport headlines, some local wholesome stories, and a packet of coupons.

She did like some deals, so she glanced over them.

20% OF LAUNDRY LOAD AT HAPPY WASH.

GET A FAMILY SIZE TUB OF ICE CREAM FROM BROWN COW FOR HALF PRICE WHEN SPENDING $30 OR MORE.

TWO LARGE PIZZAS, A SIDE DISH OF PASTA, A SIDE OF GARLIC BREAD, DESSERT AND A LARGE BOTTLE OF COVE COOLER FOR $35, ONLY AVAILABLE AT ROCKSTAR’S PIZZA PLACE.

She stared at the last coupon a little longer than usual, something about the cartoon black bear with a red hat was for whatever reason sending alarm bells in her head.

Her vision turned fuzzy for a minute and she swore she saw the words:

DO NOT ENGAGE.

“Vanessa…?” Freddy asked, concerned.

She brought herself back, she stared longer at the bear, something was off about it, she remembered something, somewhere in her mind, a dream or a memory, it was a warning about something.

She placed the coupon down.

“It’s nothing, let’s eat breakfast, then I can fix your body!” She walked away.

[kunikinnie]

as young children

featuring: some ADA + no abilities

a/n: so I've been rewatching The Return of Superman because someone needed a little bit of wholesome comfort and the first Naeun episode where the male MC was like, "daughters wake up their dads with kisses while my son wakes me up by slapping my face" I was like, sounds like smthn Fukuzawa would say

In an alternate timeline where Fukuzawa Yukichi's hobby of adopting and taking care of kids is his day job. (Or not really a job. He still doesn't get paid for it). And no. He doesn't get woken up with kisses either.

Edogawa Ranpo

Wakes Fukuzawa up by sitting on his face (and possibly farting)

100% whiny kid who will only be quiet when stomach is full OR when suddenly put in a group of strangers of the same age

Social anxiety goes up higher than his ego

Fukuzawa is convinced Ranpo's been drinking juice his entire life just because of how much he consumes it. He breathes sugar

Messy kid but surprisingly not destructive. When alone, he sits in one corner eating his snacks in peace. When playing with others, well he plays around like a normal child

It's scary how much he both understands and does not understand about life (especially adult life) it's almost scary

Fukuzawa taught him go, not thinking much about it. Ranponot only destroyed his ass but also his pride (in one go pun not intended). After an entire day of trying to beat him, Fukuzawa never brought it up again. Peace was never an option

Yosano Akiko

Wakes him up by pinching his nose so he can't breathe

Yeah she's scary like that. A lot of boys her age are intimidated by her (because she can be such a brute) but otherwise she's pretty sweet

She likes cutting up things (paper things) with Kyouka. Paper flowers and other similar projects are her favorite

Favorite sweets are traditional Japanese treats. The three of them (Fukuzawa + Kyouka) eat those together pretty often

Opposite of Ranpo when it comes to cleanliness. Tidies up very often but can get destructive every now and then (especially when she's chasing someone)

When she's outside, she likes staying in the garden where the flowers are and observe any butterflies flying about. I think she even has a small book on butterflies just because of how much she likes them

Kunikida Doppo

At first, he tries to wake up Fukuzawa normally. "Wake up you should be awake now!!" If that doesn't work, he'll repeatedly smack his face until he gets up

Yeah no he's not a law-abiding obedient child. 100% rebel kid from the day he was born, and only listens to certain grownups like Fukuzawa

Similar to Yosano on the tidiness aspect. Neat freak but can get surprisingly destructive when with a certain other someone

It's cute tho how he tries to be more mindful of his surroundings since Fukuzawa scolds him so much (and he tries to tell the others to keep it down every now and then). But again a certain other someone just manages to tempt him so easily

Spends most of his time in physical games with other active kids because he has so much energy. When he gets tired he likes to scribble on paper and practice writing (since Fukuzawa has neat handwriting, he tries to copy it)

Actually he tries to copy Fukuzawa in a lot of things. You'll see him stick to him quite often

Dazai Osamu

Oh dear it's always a surprise with this one

Usually he doesn't wake Fukuzawa up and makes someone else do it, but when he does it's always some prank or another *cue tiny evil laugh*

Spends most of his time reading and annoying Kunikida. Physical/outdoor activities aren't his thing since he gets injured/tired quite easily

Doesn't clean and had wrecked the place more than enough times.

Ropes Atsushi into the stupidest and most dangerous things you could imagine a child doing. The number of small fires and broken things that Fukuzawa had to clean is staggering

When adults come over though, he's surprisingly well-behaved. But to be more specific it's more like he's intently observing them and analyzing their movements like a not-child would do

His favorite time is bath(tub) time and he sticks there longer than anyone should. He can throw a tantrum if taken out too early

Tanizaki Jun'ichirou

"Wakes" him up by gently pushing his shoulder. If it doesn't work, he gives up and leaves

Because of this he gets into a lot of dangerous (self-inflicted) scenarios. Trying to reach food in a high place, answering the door when he doesn't know who's on the other side, trying to reach a ball that got stuck on a tree

Really he should just wake Fukuzawa up/call an adult when he needs help. He may be shy yet independent, but it's still worrying how much he does on his own

Speaking of being on his own-

He does play with the other kids but most of the time no one knows where he is (unless he's with Naomi)

When he's with others, he's usually Yosano and Naomi's slave lol

His way of bonding with Fukuzawa is by finding and petting (and almost adopting) stray cats

Miyazawa Kenji

Wakes Fukuzawa up by a not-so-gentle squeeze on the arm

The most carefree of the bunch. He happily does whatever he wants and rarely gets into trouble

Except when it comes to lifting things. Fukuzawa nearly had a heart attack the first time he tried to reach a toy under the cabinet and tried (and almost successfully) lifted the thing with his two little hands

Ranpo eats the most frequently (and the most unhealthily) but Kenji eats the most number of bowls per meal. Beef gyudon is his favorite but any other rice bowl is going to get devoured just as much

He and Tanizaki are the most likely to sing/dance to music. It's cute how they just vibe with each other

The reason why he's so peaceful tho is that no one can beat him in a fight. And I mean no one. He may be one of the smallest/youngest but he has proven himself once and that was enough to scar everyone's minds (except the adults. They have no idea what actually happened)

Goes to the garden frequently with Yosano, but not because he likes the flowers. He likes the soil. It's weird but very cute

Nakajima Atsushi

Wakes Fukuzawa up very similar to Tanizaki. Only difference is that he lasts longer

Never gets into trouble because of that, though. He waits patiently for him to wake up and reach for food he's been craving, holds in his pee for as long as he could (even thought it's a bad idea), etc.

The only reason why he has so many "battle scars" is because someone keeps tricking him into doing dangerous things. Otherwise, it would've been safe to leave him with the other kids unsupervised

Has this toy plushie white tiger that he hasn't parted with since the day he arrived here. One time Fukuzawa tried to take it from him since it was dirty, but Atsushi cried so much it felt like Fukuzawa was committing a war crime

Eats rice bowls (especially chazuke) just as much as Kenji does

Most of the time he's sitting in front of the TV. He plays with other kids too but once his eyes are glued to the screen there's no going back

Izumi Kyouka

Wakes him up by poking some metallic object at his face

Spends a lot of her time inside, drawing and doing crafts with Yosano

The rest of the kids are noisy as heck which is why Fukuzawa was wondering if Kyouka is just really shy or uncomfortable. Turns out she's just really quiet and stoic (so much so she passes of as Fukuzawa's granddaughter)

It's not obvious but she eats just as much sweets as Ranpo does. It's quite alarming, actually

Hides in cabinets and/or clings to someone during a thunderstorm

Plays with Atsushi the most and follows him around. Will not tolerate anyone saying/doing anything bad to him

Like Atsushi has a toy stuffed rabbit she refuses to part with. It was one of the first things Fukuzawa gave her as well so maybe that's why

She's the most active at night. No one knows why but she just can't sleep easily at night (naps during the day are no problem) so Fukuzawa always puts her to bed last

[kakashissimp]

Hellllooooooo 🥰

Can i request a one-shot for this smut prompt? "baby, i could do this all day" with Kakashi and fem reader

Absolutely! I kinda ran with this one...

Warnings: NSFW, 18+, smut, oral, fem reader, etc.

Prompt: "Baby, I could do this all day"

Ignorant | Kakashi x Reader (NSFW)

"You've gotta be kidding me..." You mutter to yourself, fingertips pinching the bridge of your nose. You cast a disinterested look across the pile of paperwork sprawled across the table, until your eyes land on the equally reserved jonin.

Kakashi's eyes speak of his own dismay, reeking of perpetual exhaustion. He sighs, grabbing a stack of papers. "Don't think I look forward to this either."

"Don't kid yourself, this is how you get your brownie points with the Hokage. You eat this up."

Kakashi rolls his eye and leans back in his seat, rocking absently. "Maybe if you tried harder, you'd get higher ranked missions, unlike this one."

"If that's the case, then why are we tasked with the same mission, filing the Hokage's paperwork, hm?" You return, brow cocked.

Kakashi just looks at you, eye slightly narrowed. He puffs air from his covered cheeks and returns his attention to the papers in his hand. "This one's testy today, I see."

"Maybe if I was partnered with someone else, I wouldn't be..." you utter, flipping through the pages and setting them in separate piles. The sooner you get done, the sooner you'll have Kakashi out of your hair.

"Tough luck, kid," Kakashi tsks, turning a page.

"Kid?" You question, brows creased. "I'm like the same age as you."

Kakashi shrugs and keeps reading, choosing to ignore you instead. He's an interesting shinobi, you can give him that.

Disengaging, you busy yourself with the work, hoping to have it behind you. The piles begin to shift around you after some time as the paperwork is sorted and put in the appropriate places. When a few hours have passed, you pause and take a deep breath, rubbing your aching eyes.

"I'd say that's lunch," you mumble, standing up with a stretch. When your eyes lock on the quiet jonin, your eyes narrow sharply, noticing the paperwork still around him. "Kakashi, what—"

From your taller position, you notice the edge of a paperback poking out from behind the pile of papers Kakashi holds in his hands. Your face fills with rage.

"YOU'VE BEEN READING THIS WHOLE TIME?" You burst, fingertips pressed into your own scalp.

Kakashi breathes in through his teeth, knowing he's been caught. He slowly lowers the stack of papers, revealing the usual cover he casually walks around the village reading.

You slap a hand against your forehead, completely baffled by the whole thing. "And porn at that?!"

Kakashi scoffs, tucking the book inside his jacket. "It isn't just porn...it's tasteful."

"You know what would be tasteful? If you actually helped!" You exclaim, tossing some papers to the side. Your eyes set on him incredulously.

Kakashi scratches the back of his head sheepishly, yet he doesn't give in to your scolding fully. "But you're doing such great work."

This only makes your blood boil more, and you turn to leave the small office. "That's it—"

"Wait."

You pause once you feel Kakashi's gloved hand around your wrist, without clutching you too tightly. Turning around, you meet his dark eye, struck with so many emotions at once. "What?"

"Don't say anything," Kakashi blurts, finally aware of the trouble he'd be in if you squealed to the Hokage. "Please. I'll help this time."

You lock eyes for a moment while your breath nearly hitches, and you feel more sincerity from him for once. Even still, your hardened expression remains.

"Here's the thing, Kakashi. I can't understand why you always get so much praise. You're this amazing shinobi apparently, yet I've only seen a lazy, ignorant kid who'd rather read smut in public than help out."

Kakashi almost looks wounded by the blow, yet he pulls himself together and releases your wrist. "Lazy, huh?"

You nod, crossing your arms over your chest. "What makes you so great, anyway? You get away with everything just because you're you! Man, think of how easy my life would be if only I were a male shinobi, paid for simply existing."

"Maybe it's because I don't call people out for simply existing."

A humoured air dances within Kakashi's eye, the exact opposite of how you're feeling. Kakashi riles you up easily, and he knows it.

"You're infuriating..." you growl under your breath, eyes averted.

Kakashi chuckles lightly with a step closer, looking down at you with all his height. "And you are a lot more bothered than I am."

"That's because you won't. Shut. Up."

Every drag of each syllable only makes Kakashi's smirk tighten, and the smug look grows. "Baby, I could do this all day."

Something jolts within your heart at that, startling you out of disbelief. You eye him closely. "Wha—"

Kakashi leans closer, eye glimmering with something else. He puts a hand against the wall behind you, consequently caging you against it, too stunned to move. "You aren't coy, y/n. I know you don't hate me. I infuriate you for a different reason..."

Prickles of embarrassment crawl across your skin, and a light colour fills your cheeks. You try to swallow it back, not wanting to give in. "I don't know what you're talking about, Kakashi."

This only eggs him on, as Kakashi leans close enough for his warm breath to tickle your lower lip. "Liar."

You swallow hard at this, unable to ignore the sudden flip of your stomach. You can’t deny how easily your body seems to react to his close proximity. Heat courses through your entire system. 

“You’re so flustered, just from me being this close,” Kakashi hums, brushing the side of your nose with his, allowing you to feel the soft material of his mask. He gently grabs a piece of your hair and twirls it between his fingers. “Would you say I’m wrong?” 

You hesitate on your own words, trying to catch your breath to no avail. Feeling like you’re under his spell, all you can do is shake your head ‘no’. 

Kakashi’s brow cocks at this, and he casually reaches over to the door. “So you wouldn’t mind if I...” The lock clicks shut, keeping the world out from the room that’s slowly losing air. 

When his eye returns to yours, you crumble on the inside. His pupil is blown with desire now, and something tells you makeout paradise won’t be the only lewd thing in the room. 

“Just say it, and I’ll get it out of your system,” Kakashi mumbles against your lips, reaching up with a finger to pull down the edge of his mask. 

“Say w-what?” You ask in a whimper, feeling the dampness in your panties already. You shuffle in your place, silently begging for his lips on yours. 

“Give me express permission to show you why I read those books,” Kakashi starts, pulling the mask all the way down, revealing his entire face. 

Your eyes widen, and more want fills your veins. He’s....he’s gorgeous. 

“Holy fuck,” you curse, eyes locked on the magnificence of his face. He really was robbing the world of something beautiful. 

Kakashi cuts more of the distance between you, but only to rest his cheek on yours, mouth only an inch away from your ear. His hands find your waist, nearly trembling beneath his touch. “Say it, y/n.” 

You swallow the lump in your throat, head tilting back against the wall. Your eyes squeeze shut. “Fuck me, Kakashi...please!” 

This is all Kakashi needs to hear before he moves his lips to attack your neck with messy kisses, hands already exploring underneath your uniform. He grabs at the zipper, slowly pulling it down while he kisses the tender skin of your collarbone. 

The jacket slips from your shoulders easily, falling to the floor with a sigh. One hand slips under your shirt to hold your lower back in his palm, while the other explores as it wishes. 

A satisfied moan hums in your throat once Kakashi’s soft lips find your own, moving slowly at first, until you can’t handle how much you want him. Your belly stirs, and your arousal gathers. You press harder into the kiss, opening your mouth once Kakashi’s tongue asks for entrance. 

You submit immediately, letting Kakashi explore without any complaint. His available hand creeps up the front of your shirt, slipping under your bra. Your back arches the moment his skin runs over your nipple, sensitive to the touch. Kakashi gives it a good squeeze, offering you a groan of appeasement. 

The kiss only heats up more as you both give it your all, craving more of the intoxicating feeling. Your grip on Kakashi’s biceps tightens once he pushes his knee in between your legs. 

The pressure on your clit makes your body go weak, overwhelmed by the sudden pleasure. He rotates his leg slowly, forcing sparks of excitement to move through your core. You move your hips forward, grinding against him with a wanton glow in your expression. 

When your head leans against the wall once more to catch your breath, Kakashi’s smirk taunts you before he plants kisses down your clothed chest, trailing further south. 

To your surprise, Kakashi kneels before you, eyes locked on yours while his fingers hook into your waistband. He pulls the material down slowly, never breaking eye contact. 

A blush settles on your face when his finger finds your clothed clit, only adding a slight pressure. He toys with the sensitive nub, rocking it back and forth between his fingers. Then, he adds pressure, rolling it in careful circles. 

You’re overcome by shock at the strong sensation, pressing as far into the wall as you can. You bite your lip, eyes screwed shut to take it all in. 

Kakashi’s spare hand pulls your panties to the side, running his finger through your soaked folds. You almost see stars at this alone, grabbing onto Kakashi’s shoulder for support. 

“Oh, Kakashi—” you sigh, almost hating how natural his name sounds on your tongue. This bastard... 

Kakashi kisses around your thighs while his fingers prod at your core curiously, taking note of what makes you writhe more. Without needing too much foreplay, Kakashi’s slender finger enters you with no resistance. He growls at this, loving how ready you are. 

“All this for me, hm?” Kakashi murmurs, slicking his fingers in your juices. 

Your cheeks flare with heat, embarrassed by how easily Kakashi broke you down, turning you into a needy mess. You go to say something, only to be cut off by your own moan. 

His fingers move in and out of you slowly at first, eyes searching your face for any response. When he sees how needy you are already, Kakashi decides to raise the stakes. 

“Kakashi!” You call out, jaw slack once his tongue laps at your clit carefully. Paired with his skilled fingers, you’re a goner. 

Kakashi moves with such precision and thought that you can hardly handle his affections. Your toes curl inside your boots, and your fingers lace in his silver locks, pulling whenever shocks of pleasure charge through you. 

You sigh when Kakashi’s fingers pull out fully, leaving you feeling empty. However, Kakashi’s large hands grip the backs of your thighs, pulling your soaked pussy closer to his mouth. 

You can hardly stand as Kakashi licks long, sloppy lengths of your core, not lessening his grip. His tongue flicks at your clit before he clamps onto it, sucking harshly. 

Nothing else seems to exist in that moment, not while Kakashi eats you out like its his last meal. Even when you pull away, Kakashi pulls you right back in, determined as ever. 

Before you know it, the coil tightens in your belly, encouraging the tugging of his dishevelled hair.  Your head fills with ecstasy and haziness, unable to keep your eyes open to watch how Kakashi moves. 

Whether you want to cum in the office or not, Kakashi pulls it out of you little by little. Using him as your support, you crumble on his tongue, too overwhelmed by the heavy bliss to prevent it. 

Kakashi holds you in place as your orgasm crashes over you, pulling the loud moans from your lips. He watches how your body trembles, completely cloaked in pleasure. Standing to his normal height, Kakashi senses as your legs threaten to give out, and he keeps you upright with an arm around your waist. 

“I got you, don’t worry,” Kakashi murmurs in your ear, taking a moment to catch his breath. He pushes the hair back from your face, and stays close while you come back down from your high. 

“Now I get it,” you manage, having changed your view of Kakashi entirely. 

Being a good sport, Kakashi just smiles, pressing a kiss to your forehead. “Meet me for dinner tonight, maybe we’ll continue this somewhere more private.” 

He doesn’t need to ask you twice. 

[moemoemammon]

Headcanon for bros' morning routines?

The Brothers and Their Morning Routine 🌅

✦ ✦ ✦ ✦ ✦ ✦ ✦ ✦ ✦ ✦ ✦ ✦ ✦ ✦

Lucifer

Despite how nice it is to wake up before the others, Lucifer isn't a morning person. But the call of duty doesn't offer him the luxury of sleeping in very often. Between Diavolo and his brothers, there's a lot he needs to prepare for.

Diavolo also likes to call for a chat first thing in the morning, so he naturally wakes up early. He's told the Demon Prince A THOUSAND TIMES to stop calling like that, but Diavolo insists that he likes "hearing his morning voice". It's annoying..

But Lucifer takes his morning prep slowly, brewing a cup of coffee for himself before he does anything else. He'll slowly drink it while reading the RAD newspaper. It's like a little slice of paradise, having the chance to relax.

And once that's finished, he washes up and brushes his teeth, making sure everything about his appearance is perfect before he dares to show himself.

He'll also take a bit of time to look over the work he has to do, maybe even taking a few papers down to the table with him. Now all he had to do was prepare his nerves for whatever shenanigans his brothers subjected him to for the day, and the headache that was bound to come from it.

Mammon

Mammon moves a lot in his sleep, so he's usually all tangled up in his bedsheets if he hasn't kicked them away completely. And there's the rare occurrence where he just falls out of bed-

Kinda sloppy, but who's graceful first thing in the morning? He peels himself out of bed yawning and scratching his stomach while he stumbles off to the bathroom.

He might not be as vain as Asmo, but he cares about his looks, too. A quick shower and a little bit of styling for his hair, and he'll be ready! Oh yeah, he's gotta brush his teeth too. Wait... he forgot to buy toothpaste!

It's probably fine.. He'll just borrow some of Levi's. It's not like he'll know. And some of his mouthwash, too. Maybe his hairbrush, since it's just laying there?

He either takes forever to get ready, or he's done at the speed of light. Either way, he's in a hurry to get down for breakfast because he knows Beel's got an eye for his plate! And he's gotta head out soon anyway. There's money to be made!

Levi

Not much of a morning person himself, but every morning is a blessing when he gets to wake up with his lovely Ruri-chan dakimakura in his arms 💕💕

That aside, he starts his day by giving Henry his breakfast. Only the best for his best friend! Then he'll check a couple of gaming forums for the latest news, and bases the day's schedule around that.

He's not really in a rush to get ready if it's not a school day. He's got plenty of snacks in his room in case Beel eats his breakfast, and he can always order something through DevilDash.

But still, he wants to freshen up a bit so he'll go for a shower, and brushes his teeth. Wait.. was there always so little toothpaste? He swore he just bought a tube last week! Well, whatever.

If he chooses to eat with everyone else (or Lucifer forces him to), he's always in a hurry. He's wasting so much time! The schedule of an otaku isn't one that should be taken lightly! Do you know how much level grinding he could be doing right now?!

Satan

Satan has a tendency to pull all-nighters when he just can't bring himself to put a book down, so he usually looks ROUGH. I'm talking messy hair, bags under his eyes, looking like he just got beat up by his bed.

And he's not a morning person despite usually waking up the earliest, so it's best not to make eye contact until after he's finished getting ready. He's stomping around, irritably making his bed and getting his clothes ready for the day.

But after he's showered and gotten dressed, his mood has significantly improved. And since it's still early, he has time to brew some peppermint tea and read a book by the window.

It's nice to wake up before everyone else, so he can have some peace and quiet before the idiocy begins.

But the quiet also gives him a chance to consider the day's schedule. What new prank could he harass Lucifer with today? He’d been looking into cursing Lucifer's coffee mug, so whatever liquid was poured into it would turn into vinegar. Maybe he should try it out?

Asmo

When he wakes up, he removes his silk eye mask and pulls the scrunchy out of his hair, blinking away the sleep from his eyes. What, you thought he woke up like a Disney princess? That's only when he's got company, love ❤️

Asmo's got the world's longest morning routine. He draws a bath and pours in some oils to help invigorate him and wake him up. Slathers on a green tea and mint face mask, pops on the cucumbers, and lets the water soothe away his worries ~

Until Mammon bangs on his door to shout that "Lucifer says to hurry it up!" So annoying! Don't they know it takes careful preparation to take care of so much perfection??

Still, he doesn't want Beel to eat his breakfast, so he's gotta speed it up. He's used to getting ready in a pinch, even if he's not happy about it

Carefully picks out is outfits for the day while he lets the curlers in his hair do their job, and viola! Now he's ready to grace his family with his lovely presence! If you wanna take pictures, make sure you get his good side. Who's he kidding, EVERY side is his good side!

Beel

He wakes up disappointed sometimes, usually because he was just enjoying a wonderful dream about eating a mountain of delicious food!

....Only to pull the remains of his half-eaten pillow out of his mouth. What a waste... that endless pancake stack was heavenly...But there's no time to mope around. The sooner he gets up, the sooner he can get downstairs for breakfast.

He starts his morning by taking a shower while holding back the urge to eat the bar of soap he's using. Beel specifically makes sure he doesn't choose anything that smells TOO good, or he'll give in and gobble it up.

Brushes his teeth as well as he can so his food will taste twice as good! After that is usually when he goes to wake Belphie up, dragging his twin into the bathroom so he can help him dry his hair once he's done showering.

He can't eat well without Belphie, so he makes sure he's all cleaned up and ready for breakfast before he goes down, carrying his brother if he has to. Ah, and he should probably head out later to buy another pillow.

Belphie

Haha. "Morning" routine. I think you mean "noon or later" routine. That is, when Beel lets him sleep in. Otherwise he's being woken up and carried off to the bathroom, where he's forced to take a shower against his will...

And he takes LONG showers. Mostly because the warm water lulls him right back to sleep... while he's standing up. Isn't that a little dangerous?

Once he's out, he leaves it to Beel to dry his hair while he lazily brushes his teeth. Isn't all this morning care a little excessive? Who's even this energetic first thing in the morning? What a pain...

Doesn't even bother to make his bed. He'll be back in it in a few minutes anyway, so there's no point. He coaxes Beel into carrying him down the stairs (which Lucifer scolds them both for) and tries his best to keep his eyes open for breakfast.

Those pancakes... aren't they TOO fluffy looking? Almost like a pillow.... ah..goodnight...

[biggest-stupidhead]

So I was wondering if I could request something like Levi x reader where they get into an argument right before a expedition. The reader gets hurt on that expedition and Levi feels guilty. Kinda thinking angst and a bit of fluff at the end c:

I loved writing this sm! thanks for sending it in anon!

Summary: You grapple with Levi before a stressful mission.

Word Count: 2.3K

__

"Behave yourselves and enjoy this 'cause it cost the corps two months worth of our budget!" The chef announced as plates of meat were uncovered in front of the soldiers. Your mouth watered as you watched Hange slice the thick slabs of meat on the platter.

"Worth every penny." She hummed as she slapped a piece onto her plate. Levi rolled his eyes and looked up at Erwin, who was sat across from him. You elbowed him and shot him a dazzling grin.

"Lighten up cap, it's not often that we get to enjoy this stuff."

"It'll likely be the last for most." Levi grunted and your grin fell from your lips.

"So macabre." Hange snickered as she gnawed on a piece of meat.

"It's the truth." Levi's cold eyes were locked on Erwin who nodded in agreement.

"Well I plan on savoring it." You quipped, popping a piece into your mouth and chewing it dramatically. Levi scoffed and crossed his arms, ignoring his full plate.

"-Sasha! That's my hand!" Jean cried out, you had to cover your mouth in a futile attempt at hiding your amusement. Sasha had her teeth sank into his hand as Connie desperately tried to pry her from Jean.

"Sasha! Don't make me knock you out!" Connie pleaded as he caught her in a choke hold.

"Damn kids." Levi growled, as he glared at the teens from across the room.

"They're having fun! You should try it sometime." Hange kicked Levi under the table and you chuckled around another mouthful of food.

"I'm good." Levi's lip curled in disgust as Sasha was wrestled to the ground, the two boys finally subduing her.

"They're young, let them figure it out themselves." You assured him, gently resting a hand on his elbow. His eyes softened for a fraction of a second at this. Your touch was fleeting before your hand fell onto the bench between the two of you. He sighed loudly, finally grabbing his fork and picking at his potatoes.

The atmosphere was warm and made you feel so...whole. Even if you knew that Levi was right, tonight was likely the last time you and your comrades would dine together. But even if that was the case, you would be grateful for this happy memory. The peace was short lived however. Jean and Eren broke out into a fist fight, a rather pitiful one at that.

Within a few short minutes, the two were a sweaty mess, both huffing and staggering as they held their fists up. Levi got to his feet and stalked towards them, a deep scowl etched on his face.

With only two blows, the pair was on the floor, clutching their stomachs as Levi towered over them.

"Go to bed." He ordered. Jean vomited and Levi's lip curled in disgust.

"And clean that shit up." He added curtly as the dining hall murmured, recovering from the excitement. Sasha whimpered from her post as she struggled against her binds, feet kicking loudly against the wooden floors. As the soldiers filed out of the room, you made your way to her to free her. She sighed in relief as the gag was pulled off her mouth and the ropes slashed.

"Thanks miss." She gushed as she rolled her tense wrists.

"Don't mention it." You smiled as you reached into your pocket and passed her a loaf of bread.

"Did I mention how much I love you?" She grinned as she accepted the food and dove in for a hug.

"Actually, I don't think that you have." You giggled as she began eating the bread behind your shoulder as she hugged you.

"mf, well I sure do!" She exclaimed around a full mouth.

"You'd better go catch up with the others." You suggested with a firm pat on her back. She stood and jogged out of the dining hall, half eaten loaf in hand.

"You're too soft with them." Levi scolded from the doorway. You waved him off as you joined him, walking side by side out of the large room.

"They need it." You assured him, gently brushing your shoulder against his.

"The last thing they need is to be coddled." Levi argued.

"Levi, I think that sometimes you forget that they're fifteen." You paused outside of his office, leaning against the threshold as he unlocked the door.

"I haven't forgotten." He mumbled as he pushed the door open.

"Okay." You rolled your eyes, brushing off his especially sour mood.

"Don't you have formation plans to look over?" He asked as you followed him into his office.

"I thought we could go over them together." You shrugged, dropping down onto his couch.

"I'm not looking at them now."

"Then why should I be? Do you think I can't comprehend a simply formation we've used for years?" You were half teasing, but there was only so much crap you could take from him.

"Sometimes it seems that way." He agreed, falling into his desk chair. Your eyes narrowed and the food that had felt so good in your stomach moments before seemed too heavy.

"Why are you extra shitty tonight?" You asked even though you knew the answer. He always got moody the days leading up to missions.

"I think you know why." He looked up from his papers to shoot you a pointed glare.

"You need a nap." You attempted to rein in the easy banter, but Levi was persistent.

"I need you to get the fuck out of my office." His words stung, and you barely caught the hurt expression before it crossed your face.

"I'll see you in the morning." You said as you stalked across the small room and out of the door, closing it softly behind you. Levi groaned once he was sure you wouldn't hear him, his head hit his desk hard as he tried to fight off the migraine that had been creeping up on him since dinner.

__

As promised, the next morning he saw you. Or rather, he caught glimpses of you as you readied your horse and helped the younger soldiers make last minute preparations. The day ahead was going to be long and taxing. Mostly comprised of traveling out of the safety of the walls. Erwin had allowed for just enough time for the scouts to travel, timing it just so their departure from the gates would be well after sunset.

His morning was shittier than usual, Hange had been annoying, and Erwin had been stubborn as ever, continuing to dismiss his lack of an arm and insisting on joining the corps on the mission. So when you didn't brush up against him and crack one of your shit jokes during the long ride, he knew that he had royally fucked things up.

He still hadn't spoken to you when the lifts hoisted the scouts over the wall and into titan territory, or when the lanterns were the only light that guided them through thick trees.

When the first rays of sunlight fell onto the abandoned city of shiganshina, you stood stoically beside Hange and Moblit. He had missed his window, now it was time to focus on the mission. He could only hope that both himself and you survived.

__

As the morning wore on and the battle turned from bad to worse, you knew that chances of survival became slimmer. The only thing you could do was trust in Hange, Erwin and Armin to form a plan to defeat the Reiner and the beast titan. The colossal had yet to show his face, making you more uneasy. The small victory of bringing down Reiner was short lived as a barrel flew over the wall and the sounds of distance explosions echoed through the walls.

"Bertolt is in there!" Armin screamed as you watched the barrel fly overhead.

"What do we do!?" Connie cried as you flew through the rooftops.

"If he transforms, there will be nothing we can do!" Armin yelled over the wind. Eren's titan jogged ahead as you made your way towards the center of town.

"We have to do something!" You yelled, desperate for a solution. Luckily he didn't immediately transform, instead rushing to Reiner's side and addressing him first.

"I'm going to regroup with Hange!" You said, as Bertolt zipped towards you.

"Hurry!" Jean yelled after you as you flew away, pouring on the speed.

You reached Hange's team to find them struggling with some dysfunctional thunder spears.

"(Y/n)! I'm glad you made it! Was that Bertolt inside of there?" Moblit asked as you landed heavily on the tiled rooftop.

"Yeah, it's him. We don't have long before he transforms. We've got to get back to the kids!" You informed them and they all leapt off of the rooftop, rushing back in the direction that you had come from. You only made it about half way there before a blinding mushroom cloud and a clap of thunder overpowered your senses. Hange reached out for you, snagging your wrist. Moblit pushed the two of you down and you screamed as the blast took him in a blinding light. You and Hange fell down a well, a mess of limbs and tangled gear. You couldn't tell if it was your blood or hers as the two of you laid motionless in the shallow well.

"Hange!" Your ears rang as you shook her desperately. Her face was covered in blood, you could tell that her eye was missing already. You began clawing through your pockets in search of gauze, the taste of iron made you want to gag. With shaky hands, you wrapped her head, covering her exposed eye socket. She woke moments later, hands shooting out to grab you.

"Your face." She groaned, hand falling to rest on your chin as she slowly sat up.

"What's wrong with-" You froze mid sentence when you realized that was why you tasted blood. She dug into her own pocket and produced a needle and some suture. She sewed the large gash, which ran from the apple of your cheek to the corner of your mouth.

"We need to check for survivors." Hange grunted as she bit off the remaining suture, you nodded in agreement.

__

As you stood on the rooftop staring at the two lifeless bodies, you knew immediately who had to be chosen. Hange clutched Mikasa to her chest as the girl cried, tears running off her pale cheeks.

"Levi." You whimpered, his bloodied face turned, eyes wild and tortured.

"Get back, I'm giving the serum to Erwin." He ordered. Floch hauled Eren away from Armin, who's charred skin smoked in the late afternoon sun.

"You can't." You cried, tears stinging the wound on your cheek.

"I will." Levi growled.

"Now leave!" He pulled the syringe out of the case and filled it with the opaque liquid and your chest squeezed painfully.

"But-" Jean's hand closed tightly around your bicep as he began pulling you towards the edge of the roof.

"Let's go." Jean's voice was strangled, and you realized that all of you felt this loss deeply. He needed you to be an adult here, needed some reassurance. So you leaned into him and allowed him to pull you off of the roof, wrapped securely in his arms. As you hugged him and Connie a few rooftops away, the sound of a titan crashing through buildings made you look up. Levi landed near you, head hung low and empty syringe in hand.

The thin beast shoved the screaming boy down its gullet and you gasped when you saw its face. You knew it was Armin, and you felt ashamed at the surge of relief that flowed through you.

__

The sun beat down on your shoulders as you sat beside Sasha on the wall. Levi and Hange had gone with Mikasa and Eren about an hour ago, leaving you in charge of the remaining kids.

"Here they come!" Connie called, pointing excitedly at the group as they used the last of their gas to scale the wall. Levi didn't bother joining the group, instead favoring to walk in the opposite direction. You rushed after him, legs pumping as you ran across the wall. You snagged his wrist and tugged on it gently.

"Levi." You had no words, only able to form his name in a raspy voice.

"I should have chosen Erwin." He said numbly, too weak to even try pulling free of your grasp.

"It's over. We reclaimed Maria. You made a hard choice, I can't say it was the right one but.." Your words failed you as he turned to face you. You had never seen him look so hopeless, lips glued into a frown and eyes searching for validation.

"You did what had to be done." You assured him as you took a step closer, the tips of your boots touching his.

"Did I?" His brows knitted together as your hand slipped into his.

"Yes. You did, you gave us a chance." You slowly leaned forward, wrapping your arms around him. You were surprised when he melted into you, his body pressed close, breath tickling the skin behind your ear. Your hands gripped the harness on his back in an attempt to ground the two of you. He sighed and breathed you in, his own hands coming to rest at the small of your back.

"We'll figure this out." You said into his neck, lips brushing the skin there unintentionally.

"I'm glad....that you survived." He said into your messy hair, which was falling from it's hold. His hand slid from the small of your back to rest between your shoulder blades.

"Me too." You let out a small laugh half sob, allowing a few more tears to slide down your cheeks.

"Let's address those shitty kids." He said as he pulled back, and you nodded, giving him a watery smile as the two of you fell into a matched pace once more.

[blzzrdstryr]

Like a fairy tale

Yandere!Diluc x maid!fem!reader

Wordcount: 1921

CW: Yandere and slightly suggestive themes.

You loved reading fairy tales as a child - they were magical and hopeful, a needed retreat for a child of destitute parents. They were a promise that if you were good and kind and beautiful enough, eventually some faraway prince would come by and save you from poverty. And you tried to be good - you were obedient and hardworking and you pushed your hardest in the local school, yet hardship and scarcity still trailed your every step - the meager earnings your parents made weren't enough to buy you nice clothes or let you eat until you were sated, which in turn made social interactions harder: some kids sneered and humiliated you, some tried to help you out of pity. You disliked both groups: whether they were friendly or aggressive towards you, they still looked down on you.

Thus you decided to distance yourself from your peers - there was no knight in shining armour galloping towards you on a snow white steed, yet a good education could be your golden ticket to a better rich life. It was hard at first - to work and to study and to help your parents all while ignoring the demeaning and insulting comments the bullies made, but you gritted your teeth and pushed forward, imagining how wealthy you’ll become in the future and in the end our efforts were rewarded - you graduated as the best student, that led you to receiving a scholarship from Sumeru academy. Sparks and shine appeared in your eyes as you read the letter, barely stopping yourself from outright squealing and jumping from joy.

The moment of happiness didn’t last long though, as a reality again reminded you that there’s no place for fairy tales in the real world - scholarship covered the full cost of apprenticeship, but only it - you still had to spend money on the journey from Mondstadt to Sumeru, a place to rent and food, and if you still could find a job after your arrival in the foreign country and pay off the later two, trip required mora that you never had. At first you had a mad idea to traverse Teyvat on your own two feet - it would be a slow and arduous process, but cheap nonetheless. You later gave up on this plan - archons didn’t give you any vision, nor did you have fighting and travelling experience to aid you on the trail that no doubt would be full of slimes, hilichurls and other dangerous monsters.

And that’s how you started job hunting - you took on any work that promised you a hefty pay, be it some boring reports for guild of adventurers or an exciting yet risky endeavor of getting information for an extravagant cavalry captain, which then led you to Dawn Winery. Head housemaid, Adelinde, posted a job opening for a maid, and the prospect of a stable salary, free food and comfortable bed was enough to lure you in there - two or three years ago the previous owner of the winery died in the accident and his successor left Mond for some reason, leaving the maintenance and management of the winery on the shoulders of the said housemaid.

After a quick interview, the head maid demanded you to show her your cleaning skills, which you effortlessly did, having to look after the house by yourself all your childhood. It seems she was satisfied, as she nodded to you and asked to follow her as she led you to your room. Compared to the other two maids here, Hillie and Moco, who preferred to spend their work time in idle chat, you came off as highly professional and diligent worker. This contrast raised both your position and salary in the winery, as Adelinde started to entrust you with tasks more interesting than simple sweeping and cleaning.

You were outside the winery the day you met Diluc - returning from the city and carrying several stacks of milk and wheat you got chased by the hilichurls. Monsters didn’t leave you, no matter how long and how far you ran. You were ready to drop all the goods and have Adelinde to scold you for wastefulness and dereliction when Ragnvindr appeared and stole a breath from you. He looked just like the prince from your childhood tales, impossibly pretty and strong, arriving just when the creatures caught up with you and then defeating all of them with a single slash of great claymore. And just like a fairytale prince he helped you to get up and collect the scattered baggage and asked if you were okay. Then you two headed for the winery, you didn't know that he was it's owner at the time, chatting and thanking him, as he carried purchases. Adelinde almost fainted when she saw the return of the prodigal master in your company. After hastily taking goods from his hands, she made you apologize for rudeness and insubordination, but Diluc interrupted you saying it was fine.

Ragnvindr heir returned back to the winery and life went on its own, except the unreadable glares Diluc started to send you when you both were in the same room. It started off small: the quick glances that soon grew into intense staring. With his impassive stone face it was impossible to tell why he was glaring at you so much, so you acted as polite and professional as you could in his vicinity - after all you didn’t want to get fired and look for a new job. The key to this riddle presented itself during one day.

It was a bleak windy morning when Adelinde sent you to the city again, and as you walked the sky darkened and rain started. You returned absolutely soaked and shivering, teeth chattering and limbs slightly numb from cold and when Diluc saw you he ordered you to change in a low commanding voice. Frightened by the possible dismissal, you hurried putting on the uniform. Because of the haste you pulled it too tightly, hiking up a maid dress a little. It wasn’t up enough to reveal your hips or thighs, showing just a portion of knees that was usually hidden by the wide skirt.

Diluc’s eyes were glued on the uncovered joints, a subtle blush appearing on his pale cheeks. You continued to work, feeling how he consumed your legs with his eyes alone. He is lusting after me. You didn't know what to do with that revelation back then, embarrassed and slightly scared of attracting master Diluc's attention.

Nonetheless, an answer quickly came on the next day as you found a bonus to your salary, so big that it could be considered a payment for the next month. Diluc, despite his usually impassive face, seemed to be ashamed of the thoughts he had yesterday, with the body language telling you of his true feelings.

A plan came to mind. You hated yourself for it at first - it was low and disgraceful, you felt like a stereotypical manipulative gold digger, yet still decided to realize it in life - you needed mora, as fast and as much as possible. Over the time you spent working at the Dawn winery you noticed that Diluc, despite his obviously high intelligence, wasn't really good at judging one’s character, so he fell for your scheme pretty easily. Design you had in mind was pretty simple - to stir him up with small, innocuous gestures and changes that would slip past the outsider’s eyes.

Sometimes you applied a thin layer of healing lip balm on your lips, that so conveniently happened shine and glitter under the light, sometimes you donned your dress a little bit higher, opening the view of two delicate knees and sometimes after cleaning and working all day you felt so hot that you had to unfasten one or two buttons to cool off. Diluc, despite not showing it on his face, was obviously distracted and aroused, hands clenched into fists and a shaky, barely controlled exhale escaping his nose.

He started to pile you with bonuses and prizes; “for a well done job”, he said one time, averting his gaze and masking the shame in his voice under a huff. He also started to request you to specifically clean the rooms he occupied, his eyes sizing up almost every inch of your body. You felt how the lust and desire radiated off him, how his hands itched to trace your skin and have you at his mercy, yet he stopped every time with his steel strong control and self-discipline. You sensed how it dwindled little by little.

Diluc, in some perverted sense, was that fair prince of your childhood daydreams that would save you from poverty.

You almost had saved up the needed amount of money when you noticed the loss of your most cherished possession - an invitation to the Sumeru academy and scholarship certificate. With heart booming in your chest you started to look for it in the whole winery, without giving out that you were searching for something. It seems that you were unsuccessful in your attempts, as master of the winery soon called you into the office.

Here, he was sitting behind the desk with a familiar paper in his hand - your eyes widened as you saw it and you had an urge to run up to him and snatch the invitation from him. You performed a curtsy instead, closing the door behind you and waiting for him to speak, eyes still on the sheet in Diluc’s hold.

“[First], you are a diligent and skillful employee, Adelinde has a very high opinion of you” he started from afar, a slight rosy blush dusting his cheeks at "skillful employee".

"So as your employer I wouldn't want any harm to befall on your person, and" he shaked the invitation a couple of times, "it came to my attention that you were planning on travelling to Sumeru. I advise you against this nonsensical idea".

You gritted teeth, careful not to insult him with the couple of barbed words at the tip of your tongue. Nonsensical idea? This was your goal, a main reason why you worked so much and allowed yourself so little.

“I am sorry, master Diluc, I am afraid I can’t abandon this idea”, you say, response flat and controlled, a thunderstorm of emotions hidden beneath the faux calm, “It is my goal, and the main reason why I work here”. So I can have a bright and secure future, in which I won’t have to worry about the tomorrow ever again.

“I also learned that you were born into a low income family and you had to struggle in your life because of that ” a sudden mention of your less than glorious origin makes your face burn from the shame you thought you buried a long time ago. You are stunned, so he continues: “I believe this little endeavor of yours is also motivated by your desire for a stable future. Drop it, I travelled all across the Teyvat and there are horrors that can easily destroy you both in body and spirit”.

He stands up from the desk, and gets closer to you: “I can look after and provide for you, just stay there and you won’t have to worry about the future again ”. His hold on the paper gets tighter, pyro vision shining with a dangerous glint. A faint smell of smoke spreads through the room - a warning if you remain stubborn and unyielding.

Who could have known that the fair prince was a greedy dragon all along?

[yutahoes]

All About You

pairing: nerdy! Yuta Nakamoto x rich! bratty! Y/N (I hope I made justice) other characters: Johnny as your twin brother, Taeyong as your bestfriend word count: 4.2k words genre: fluff summary: He’s supposed to teach you Math, why is he teaching you to love? warnings: cursing, Y/N has a bad temper, cheating, cringe  Some scenes are inspired from ‘It Started with a Kiss’ 

a/n: Based on this ask. I’m sorry anon, this took such a long time to write. 😭 I just feel unmotivated to write and the week had been such a whirlwind of emotions. I’ve also been so busy, it’s so crazy. 

Also, this is my thank you post for reaching another milestone of this writing blog. I never expected that I’ll past 500 followers but now, it’s in 1.5k. Thank you for following me and reading my works. Please, don’t hesitate to give me feedback even if it’s good or bad. 😅  

"Y/N!" Your eyes shoot open at the sound, groaning when you realize that it was your brother shouting. "You'll be late for school." You hid your head under the pillow to shut down the noise coming from outside the room. "Your car is towed, have you forgotten about it?" Once again, you groaned. "If you don't come down after five minutes, you'll have to take the bus." 

Once again your eyes opened, raising your head. Five minutes? How will you get ready in five minutes? Your allowance is almost gone. You needed to go to school with Johnny or you might end up taking a bus. You were wearing your school uniform when you heard a car engine and saw Johnny leaving already. "Fuck!" You whispered to yourself before taking your bag and hurriedly ran down the stairs. 

"Fuck you, Johnny Seo!" You shouted in annoyance, dragging your school bag outside the gates of your large house while taking your phone out and calling your bestfriend. "Pay for my cab fee." 

“I don’t have any money left,” Taeyong whined. “Just take the bus.” He said before hanging out that pissed you off much more. 

You groaned in annoyance before walking to the bus stop. You will get scolded for being late again if you don’t take the bus. You just wished that no one is going to see you. 

Luckily, the bus isn’t that crowded but there’s only one seat available, beside a guy who had the same uniform as yours. How annoying.

The guy was focused on answering a worksheet, his name written above. Yuta Nakamoto. You heard that name before but instead of pondering over it, you decided to shrug it. You were thankful that he’s the only person from your school who is on the same bus as you or it will be really embarrassing. Once you walked to the gate of the school, you noticed the discipline director on the gates. Shit, you thought, you forgot your necktie. This has detention written all over it. This day is so unlucky. 

A piece of fabric can be felt on your neck followed by the same male student walking before you. The discipline director saw him and scolded him for not wearing a necktie that startled you. You glanced at the necktie hanging on your neck and hastily fixed it before getting inside the campus. Your eyes meeting with the same guy you were sitting next to earlier on the bus. Yuta Nakamoto. 

You shrug while passing him. It's his fault that he's punished like this. Why would he give his necktie to you? When you arrive at your locker, you exchange the worn-out necktie with the spare you have in your locker. "Hey, did you study for our Math exam?" Taeyong greeted that made you roll your eyes. He knew you never study for anything. 

"You know everyone in school, right?" He's such a social butterfly, everyone is his friend. You handed him the necktie, "Return this to Yuta Nakamoto."

"You know Yuta?" But you didn't answer him and started walking the opposite way to your first class in English. Johnny's eyes were on you as you entered the class you shared with him, raising your middle finger as you sat down on your chair and slept on the desk. 

The bell rang. English is done. Lifelessly, you walked to the other side of the building to attend your most loathed class of all. Math. 

Everyone was busy reading notes as you sat next to Taeyong. "Did you study?" You asked and he nodded, grinning. "Just open your paper." He groaned and you gave him a glare before the teacher came in with papers in his hand. He asked everyone to keep their notes and handed out the worksheets. 

Your head was aching at all the numbers and letters on the paper. Your eyes glanced at Taeyong's paper, lightly elbowing him to show his answer. The teacher passed your table and Taeyong lightly glanced at his paper then glared at you. 

"Let me see." You whispered when the teacher passed your table. He opened his paper, lightly glancing around as you try to copy what is written. Someone called for the teacher while you were busy copying the numbers from Taeyong's paper then someone called your name. 

"Copying, Ms. Y/N?" the teacher asked that made you turn to him. "Thank you for informing me, Mr. Nakamoto." Nakamoto? You lightly glanced at the guy in glasses next to the teacher. Of course, it’s him. 

You were brought to the detention room after class. An hour of doing nothing. What’s more annoying is the fact that you were given a failing grade in Math already. There’s nothing you can do but hiss in annoyance. 

When you got home, you had an earful from your grandfather about how you’re such a disappointment to your mom and even comparing you to the perfect Johnny. “Get Y/N a personal tutor.” the older commanded your twin brother, “Maybe she’ll stop cheating in exams.” 

You were annoyed. It’s a one-time event. This is your first time copying from Taeyong since you really didn’t know about the Math exam. Why are they all acting like you’re a serious offender? This is all that guy’s fault for snitching on you. 

The next day was more annoying because you came face to face with Nakamoto Yuta, the snitch, who even had the guts to sit in front of you. “He will be your tutor,” Johnny claimed that made you wide-eyed. He’s kidding. “Grandpa already agreed to it. He said if you pass Math, you’ll get back your car.” You glared before sighing. You needed the car back, going on the bus is a hassle and Johnny isn’t even helping you at all. 

Even if you hated and wanted to ruin this guy’s life, he’s your only choice to getting what you want. 

From your usual seat, you were always transferred to sit beside Yuta as per your grandfather’s wishes. If he’s this influential in school, why are you even bothering to study? Yuta is always with you every class and you were annoyed at how he seemed like a bodyguard, making sure that you attend classes, rather than a tutor. He’s quiet, you have to give him that. Always buried in his books. You believe he doesn’t even know your name. 

That was until you pushed all his buttons. 

It’s not because you’re dumb but school is unmotivating for you so you never put in any effort into your subjects especially Math. “You got this wrong again, Y/N.” Yuta exclaimed while pointing at your answer. Wow, he knew your name. “I’ve been explaining this for hours. Are you stupid?” 

“What did you call me?” 

“Stupid,” he said while looking straight at you. “Even a second-grader would know how to multiply numbers.” You hissed before taking the paper and started answering the question properly. Yuta chuckled when you returned the paper to him, checking your answer. “You have such a bad temper.” 

“Piss me off more and you might get the worst temper ever.” You warned but he only smirked that annoyed you more. “Annoying loser!” you muttered under your breath. 

"That's the reason why you don't have any friends." He really is here to annoy you, isn't he? And you have a friend, Lee Taeyong. Pissed off, you pulled the first thing you saw from him, his glasses, then threw them on the ground before stepping on them. 

Johnny's booming voice can be heard in the library and you know, you're in deep trouble already. 

------

"You broke your tutor's glasses?" your grandfather asked, voice rising. You rolled your eyes, poking the beef on your plate before cutting it so small. “Apologize to him tomorrow.” 

You stared at him in surprise. You? Apologize? To that nerd? He started it! “I won’t, just buy him new glasses.” 

“I already did,” Johnny whispered, drinking his juice. 

“See?” You smiled cheekily, “Problem solved.” 

The older man sighed before dropping down his utensils that startled your twin brother. “You’re hopeless, Y/N.” He claimed while glaring at you. “If you don’t apologize to Mr. Nakamoto, I’ll cut off your allowance in half. And we’ll pretend that the discussion about your car didn’t happen.” What? You gasped but he only stood up, making Johnny sigh. 

“Y/N, please be nice to Yuta. He’s been through a lot.”   

-------

You have no choice but to wake up extra early and come to school with Johnny. You were napping on your desk when you felt a thud beside you. Yuta is here. “Is that really Yuta?” You overheard your classmates asked that made you curious. When you raise your head to look at him, you were startled at his shining, glassy eyes staring at you as well. Before you could say anything, a female classmate called his name. “Yuta, do you want to eat tteokbokki with us later?” 

You sighed before taking out your book, tapping a pencil on the cover. “Yeah sure,” Yuta claimed and you inwardly smile, no tutor lesson today. “Do you want to come, Y/N?” The girls were looking uncomfortable so you just shook your head, claiming that tteokbokki is disgusting which made Yuta roll his eyes. “Then I’ll just come to your place later for the tutor session.” A groan escaped your lips. What the hell? 

It was late afternoon when the maid called for you, saying that Yuta is looking for you. Johnny welcomed him and even claimed that he asked the maids to prepare the garden for the session. You were seated in front of him, looking uninterested, books sprawled in front of you as a tower of cupcakes and tea was on another table. “Your house is on another level. Must be nice living in a house like this.” 

You smirked before trying to substitute x with the equation. “It’s nice because I’m always alone.” 

“Why?” He asked, “Johnny seemed so cool. Your grandfather, I met him once, he looks kind.” 

You giggled, multiplying both sides of the equation. “I’m not like them.” You whispered. “I’m stupid and I have such a bad temper.” You focused on the numbers in front of you.

“I’m sorry, Y/N,” Yuta whispered, putting down his pen. “That was insensitive of me to say those things and I understand why you hate me.” You lightly glance at him. What’s with the turn of events? You should be apologizing for breaking his glasses. “But I want to be your friend, Y/N.” 

“My friend?” 

“I don’t have lunch plans. Whenever Taeyong or Johnny leaves you during lunch, I want to sit beside you.” You only stared in curiosity. What is he saying? “Let’s be friends, Y/N.” He held out his hand and you saw your grandfather watching the two of you from afar with a smile on his face. Hastily, you took his hand and shook it, smiling at him. Maybe your grandfather will return your allowance to normal. 

The maid went out with a large bowl which made Yuta smile while thanking her. “I brought tteokbokki. Do you want some?” He asked but you shook your head, giving him a disgusted look. “Just try one.” He poked one tteok covered in orange sauce, showing it to you. “Just say ah.”  

How weird. But you opened your mouth to taste this almighty tteokbokki he loved. It was so chewy in your mouth, the taste of spiciness and sweetness playing in your mouth. “How was it?” 

“Disgusting.” 

You didn’t realize how lonely it is to eat alone if not for Yuta. Whenever Taeyong would eat lunch quickly because of council duties or Johnny with his radio show, Yuta would always sit beside you and offer you dessert. He would ask you if you have trouble understanding something in class when you’re seated next to each other in almost all classes you have. 

“Maybe they’re dating.” You overheard in class once, female classmates looking at you who just entered the room. “Why would Yuta reject you if not?” She was talking to a girl seated in front, touching her hair.  

Another girl came to your table. “Are you and Yuta dating?” 

What? You and Yuta? A chuckle escaped your lips. “Of course not, who would fall in love with that nerd?” You saw how the girl seated glared at you followed by a thump beside you. Yuta laid his head on the desk and the girl scrambled back to her seat just as the teacher came. You shrugged. 

During lunchtime, Taeyong immediately left for a meeting in the council. But unlike any other day, Yuta didn’t sit beside you. It was weird. He was consistent these past few days. Why would he suddenly change? But once again, you shrugged. It’s not even lonely to sit alone. 

You waited the whole afternoon for him to come to your tutor session but he's a no-show which startled you. He never misses a day even if he has part-time jobs to do. And you need him now because tomorrow is your exams in Math, the make and break of your car. 

From Taeyong, you found out that he works part-time in a coffee shop near the school. He looked startled when you came in, even ordering a lot since you'll be studying. Yuta only laughed before taking your order. 

The cake looks unappetizing after you kept poking your fork in it, annoyed at how you cannot understand the equation. Why are there letters in Math? It should just be numbers. "You're substituting it wrong," Yuta mumbled before placing his tray on the table and taking your extra pencil. He leaned closer to write on your paper but your gaze was on him. 

You've been seated next to each other but this is the first time you saw him this close. He's handsome. A boyish charm that you cannot see in anyone else. When he turned to look at you, you blinked in surprise. He's so handsome. His red lips, the high nose, his glassy eyes. "Did you get it?" 

A heavy breath followed by a shake of head, to return your focus to the equation and not the image of Yuta. "How did you get this answer?" You asked, looking at the answer which is way different than yours. Are you getting stupider? 

He sighed heavily then glanced at his wristwatch. "Wait for me. I'll just finish my shift." And you nodded. That was your goal all along. 

But instead of doing some practice exercises, you were focused on Yuta serving drinks. He looks like an invisible person in school but a really charming man outside. Whenever he looks at you, you look away from him and pretend to be busy in your workbook. Why are you so worked up because of him? This is crazy! Yuta is making you crazy. 

He's a nerd. He's annoying. He's such a know-it-all. "Yuta doesn't like you, Y/N." you whispered to yourself then gasped when you realized you said it out loud. To your annoyance, Yuta just passed by your side with an empty tray. Did he hear that? You hope not. 

It was the fifth equation when Yuta sat in front of you, yawning and stretching his arms. He was done with the job and had some break before he had to go to the gas station for his second part-time job. "You have a lot of jobs." You claimed while he checked your work. "Do you need that much money?" 

"I have to pay for my tuition." 

"Why would you go to a private academy if you can't even pay for it?" 

Yuta put down your workbook, showing the mistakes and where you missed the question. "My parents met in that academy so it means a lot to my mom for me to graduate in the same alma mater as her." They did? Then Yuta might be rich. "My dad is filthy rich. She got pregnant but his parents don't want the child. My mom left him." 

"That's just tragic."

Yuta smiled. "You know, it’s the typical rich boy - poor girl love story. It will just end that way." You glanced at him before pursing your lips. "Just try finishing three questions. It's the exams tomorrow, you need rest." Once again, he yawned. "And I have to walk you back home."

You stopped after one equation seeing how he almost fell asleep while waiting for you. He might be tired and you don't want him to be late for the next job. You promised you'll do the remaining exercises at home and show him tomorrow then hailed a cab so he won't have to walk you home. Just to be sure, you promised to message him when you arrive home. 

But you never did. Never messaged him, never answered the remaining problems. All that's running in your mind is him. Yuta Nakamoto. He's not bad yet he's not great either. But something about him is piquing your curiosity. Something about him makes you want to be closer to him. 

"Aish!" you shouted. You should be studying. 

--------

You were surprised when the girls were left inside the room and the guys were brought outside for the test. You cannot copy from Yuta. Maybe it was your grandfather’s plan. Surprisingly, the questions aren’t as hard as you thought they would be. Or maybe you just got smarter. The studying to distract your mind from thinking about Yuta has paid off. 

Taeyong sighed heavily while seated in front of you during lunch. “I think I’ll fail the exams.” You glance at him in surprise. Do you have a different question as him? You asked him the first question which you remember clearly and you had a debate on what the right answer is. When you showed him the solution, Taeyong just whined in defeat. “Wow, you’re teaching me Math now.” he claimed before tapping his chin. “Should I get Yuta as a tutor as well?” 

“You can’t.” You raised your voice at him. “Yuta is mine.” 

Taeyong snickered. “Speaking of him, did you know that he was sleeping while taking the exam?” That took your attention. “I don’t even know if he finished the questions. He’s just out of it.” Now, you’re worried. What happened to him? Why did he just sleep when he’s taking exams? 

“How were the exams?” Yuta asked when you met in the library but you only stared at him. “Is it hard?” 

You shook your head. “Did you finish your exam?” He chuckled while nodding, asking if it was Taeyong who told you. “You finished everything?” 

Again, he nodded. “Don’t worry. I just didn’t get enough sleep last night.” You asked him why but he just smiled. “The exams are now done. We’ll just have to wait if you pass to get your car back.” 

You nodded. “You want a ride?” 

Yuta shook his head, smiling at you. “I’ll have to resign as your tutor, Y/N.” You stared at him in surprise. Wait, why? “I’ll have to take a new job…”

“My grandfather can pay you.” But Yuta shook his head. “Why do you need that much money anyway? Are you dating someone?” He smirked before leaning his back on the chair. He didn’t say anything but the smile in his eyes was enough proof to know that he is indeed dating someone. 

Nakamoto Yuta? The nerd? Someone actually had the nerve to ask him out? Someone actually raced you to ask him out. 

You passed by the tteokbokki shop and ordered some of Yuta’s favorite food. It does taste weird, but addicting. You poked one tteok and put it in your mouth, munching on it with a lot of annoyance. Why doesn’t it taste good now? It tastes good when Yuta was feeding you one. You just wasted money on this food. 

You were annoyed. At Yuta. At this girl. He seemed friendly with everyone, it’s annoying. You sat beside Taeyong in class which surprised your friend. “You broke up with Yuta?” he teased that made you roll your eyes. “I thought he’s yours.” You stepped on his foot, earning a yelp from him which made the whole class look at the two of you, even Yuta. 

When the results came out, you rushed to see if Yuta is still the first-rank student. You were worried the whole time when you found out he slept in class. What if he lost the top rank? He lost his scholarship? You grasped your hands together, wishing that he’ll remain in his spot. When you opened your eyes, in front of the rank one student, you beamed at the sight of his name. Yuta Nakamoto. 

He’s still the rank one even if he slept during the exams. Yuta is really amazing. 

Your phone rang and you answered it without even looking at the caller ID, “Where are you?” Yuta. “Did you see your rank?” Wait, what? “I don’t think your grandfather…” A crowd of students came and you almost lost your balance if not for someone who caught you. Him. “Hey.” 

“Hey,” you called then glanced at your phone. You were just talking to each other. “My rank?” 

He smiled. “Twelfth.” You almost ran to the part of the bulletin board that has the top 10-20 rank list. On the twelfth rank is your name, three spots higher than your twin brother and seven spots higher than your bestfriend. You felt a hand on your shoulder and you turned to hug the grinning Yuta. “You did it, Y/N.” He whispered against your ear, “I’m proud of you.”  

You lightly glanced at him. The first person who told you that he’s proud of you. Now, you had an answer to yourself on why Yuta is someone you cannot shake off. He is the first person who believed in you. 

“I’ll treat you to tteokbokki.” Yuta glanced at you in surprise before you took his hand. 

The old woman greeted you and Yuta was surprised when you greeted her back. “We should eat something you like. I’ll treat you.” But you shook your head, licking the sauce from your fingers. “When did you start eating tteokbokki?” 

You shrugged then dipped the tteok to the red sauce. “Why were you on the first bulletin board? Do you think you’ll get the top rank?” A light kick from you under the table made him wince. 

“I thought you might lose your scholarship.” You claimed before eating tteokbokki again. "You were distracted during the exam so I was worried." He stared at you in surprise before smiling. "Shouldn't you stop all these part-time jobs if you want to keep your scholarship?" 

"I lost the gas station gig," he confessed, poking his fork on the tteokbokki. "I'm worried that you didn't come home that night so I skipped work. Johnny told me that you did when I came to your house but I can't sleep that night." 

That night? You were thinking about him that night. "Eomma said someone might be thinking about me." Shit! "But I guess I'm just worried about you." He's what? "But don't mind it." He shrugged before eating the tteokbokki. 

"You were worried?" 

He rolled his eyes, looking at you deadpan. "Of course. What if you fail your exam? Your grandfather's payment will all go to waste." You just munched on the tteokbokki, chewing loudly. "You're enjoying the tteokbokki so much. I thought it's disgusting." 

You shook your head, stuffing your mouth with the chewy tteok. "When did I say that?" 

Yuta chuckled, wiping your sauce-clad finger with tissue. "You're really charming, aren't you?" You rolled your eyes. Why is he shaking you like this? He's already dating another girl. "Just let me save a little more money before asking you out on a date, hmm?" 

What? You choke on the chewy rice cake, coughing at his statement. Ask you out on a date? "I don't want us to be like my parents' story so I need to work hard to at least reach halfway to your world." He munched on the tteokbokki but your eyes remained on him. "Please wait for me before I can take you out officially." 

Is that why he resigned as your tutor? How did this turn into this? "How are you so sure that I'll wait for you?" 

"You said so yourself, I'm yours." He chuckled and you mentally killed Lee Taeyong. "And I do like you." Shit! He did heard you back in the coffee shop. This is so embarrassing. "Even if you don't like me romantically, just let me take you out on one date." 

"Sure." You claimed, "Since you sound so desperate and I'm such a nice girl to reject you." 

Yuta chuckled. "Of course you are." 

“Yuta.”

“Hmm?”

“Treat me to ice cream after this.”

The guy nodded that made you smirk to yourself. This nerd isn’t so bad at all.  

[worksby-d]

hi! i'm a teacher and sometimes my Fri nights consist of sitting on the floor, drinking wine, & doing some type of work for my classroom. sometimes it's cutting a ton of laminated things and other times it's putting together packets for my students. could i request something with Chris, Andy, or Ransom wanting to go out for drinks but you convince them to stay in with you and help you with your work for your class? ooo! or them coming in on a day off to help you fix stuff in your classroom :)

i love this so much!! i’m on a soft!ransom kick so 🥺

pairing: ransom drysdale x teacher!reader

summary: as much as ransom would like to have a night out with you, what he wants most is to spend time with you, so he’ll settle for helping you prepare for your upcoming week of class instead

warnings: none

word count: ~800

☼⋄⋆⋅⋆

Focused on getting your stuff together to go home for the weekend, you don't notice Ransom walking into your classroom until you hear him curse under his breath as he slips on a book that's still lying on the ground.

“God damnit,” he mutters, catching his balance and standing there a second to compose himself before making it the rest of the way to your desk. “Tell the little monsters to clean up after themselves.”

“Hello to you too,” you chuckle, leaning to give him a quick kiss. “They were just excited for the weekend, missed a few things in the process. Can you blame them?”

“I guess not,” he huffs, giving you another kiss. “You ready to go?”

“Hmm,” you hum playfully, scanning the room quickly. “I will be if you’d be a doll and pick up that book that almost made you faceplant.”

It’s impossible for him to say no when you innocently bat your eyelashes at him, so he does that while you do one final check of your bags making sure you have everything.

The ride to your place consists mostly of stories from you about the funny things your students said or did throughout the day. Ransom would deny enjoying it, but the short, amused exhale he’s blowing through his nose every so often would say otherwise.

“So, I was thinking,” he begins, taking a hand off the wheel and placing it on your thigh. “I take you out for dinner tonight, get a few drinks in our systems, and then see where the rest of the night takes us. Get you out of your house for once on a Friday.”

“Ran,” you laugh softly, putting your hand on top of his. “You know Fridays are my night to get stuff done for next week. That’s how I get the rest of the weekend to myself. What’s wrong with going out on Saturday like we usually do?”

“Nothing,” he sighs, glancing at you and offering a small smile. “You work so hard though, putting up with those devils every day, you deserve to unwind at the end of the week.”

With a pinch to the back of his hand, he’s scoffing and pulling it away from you, putting it back on the wheel. “My kids are not devils,” you scold him, albeit chuckling at him. “I choose to stay in on Fridays, it’s not a big deal. And I have a lot for us to do tonight, so be ready.”

“Oh joy,” he sasses.

The fun starts after you’ve finished eating dinner – you set your stuff up on the floor in front of the fireplace while Ransom cleans the kitchen and pours glasses of wine for both of you. He presses a kiss to the top of your head as he leans down to give you yours before taking a seat on the floor next to you.

“What do we have tonight?” The question comes so casually from him that it’s almost funny – the difference between this Ransom and the one you met a year ago.

“Ah, tonight we have stapling packets to go along with the book they’re reading and cutting out laminated flashcards for their upcoming vocabulary and spelling test,” you explain, pointing to each thing. “Which do you want to tackle?”

“Wow, that’s a hard one,” he muses, taking a sip of his wine. “I’ll staple their packets. I did the cutting last week.”

“That’s fair,” you laugh, passing him the stack of paper and a stapler.

Concentrating on your respective tasks, the only sounds in the room are that of the stapler and the scissors you’re using... Until you giggle out of nowhere remembering something that happened earlier.

“What’s so funny?”

“Oh nothing,” you sigh. “One of the kids just asked me today if I have a boyfriend.”

“Oh yeah?” He lets out a short, genuine laugh. “What did you say?”

“I told them yes, of course,” you smile. “And then I told them he helps me put together their packets and everything else every Friday night. They did that Ooo-ooh thing kids do. They think you’re sweet.”

“Jesus,” he snorts. “You’re making me out to be some sort of softie to them. I have a reputation to uphold, you know.”

“Shut up. No you don’t,” you tease. “I told them I’d have you come visit sometime.” He practically physically cringes, and you roll your eyes, reaching over to swat his knee. “Come on, they’d like that.”

“Those little brutes would have to be on their best behavior.”

“My God,” you laugh, hitting him again. “Don’t call them that and they will be.”

While your head is down, focused once again on cutting out flashcards, he glances over at you, and his lips tug into a smile as he watches you. “I’ll think about it.”

~~~

Tag list: @chris-butt @patzammit @denisemarieangelina @thummbelina @pppsssyyyccchhhiiiccc @princess-evans-addict @chris-evans-indian-fanfic @la-cey @turtoix @katiew1973 @harrysthiccthighss @tvckerlance @bluemusickid @rocketrhap3000 @mrspeacem1nusone @flovds @starlightcrystalline @stargazingfangirl18 @geminievans1 @doozywoozy @americasass91 @dwights-new-plague @wwwmarissa92 @redhairedfeistynerd @whxre4cevans @aubreeskailynn @white-wolf1940

[helliontherapscallion]

Scientia Potentia Est (Adrenaline Junkie Part 10)

Part 1     Part 2     Part 3     Part 4     Part 5     Part 6     Part 7     Part 8     Part 9     Part 11     Part 12     Part 13     Part 14     Part 15     Part 16     Part 17

Spotify Playlist (collaborative)

Warnings: slight PTSD, mentions of death/dying, some description of injury/scars, slight panic attack

Word count: 2,734

(A/N): how are yall liking the story so far? 

You were woken up by the obnoxious chirping of various songbirds right outside your window. Cracking open your heavy eyes, you glanced at the clock on your wall. 7 AM. You only got about an hour of sleep. Great. 

Groaning, you reluctantly left the beckoning warmth of your comfortable blanket cocoon and stretched out your limbs. You stood up and trudged towards your luggage that laid haphazardly in the corner of your childhood room. Awkwardly twisting your body around to take off the sensors attached to your back and sliding off the prosthetic, you put it on your bed. Pulling out a random shirt and pants without giving them any real thought, you shambled off to the bathroom to shower and preen your wing. 

You stood under the warm running water for a while just doing nothing but trying to wake yourself up. The steam drifted idly throughout the room as you stepped out of the shower and finished your morning routine. You still felt dead inside even after your refreshing shower. Is this what Philza felt like in the mornings? Is this what death feels like? Oh wait. You already knew what dying felt like, you’ve died twice already and you had the scars to prove it. 

The scar on the right side of your back remained prominent and very noticable, but it faded slightly around the edges. The other scar that stretched across your cheek and stretched down to your stomach was new. They were red and raised. You remembered how you got them like it was yesterday. You, your brothers, your nephew, and Tubbo were following Eret still celebrating your win. You all completely trusted him, he was your teammate after all. Trusting him was a mistake. It was foolish. That power hungry bastard blew up everything you and your brothers built and worked for. He was a traitor to L’manberg. Everyone present lost a life in the explosion.

You shuddered, remembering the explosion. You remembered the feeling of extreme heat on your skin and the deafening boom that left a ringing in your ears. You remembered laying on the ground several feet away from your brothers’ corpses. You were the last to die that day. Everything hurt as you laid there slowly bleeding out from the deep gash running from under your eye to your midsection. The plumes of smoke floated up towards the sunny sky as everything burned around you. You hoped you would suffocate from smoke inhalation before you would bleed out again. The flames licked at your skin, almost taunting you with your oncoming death. Why couldn’t you have died instantly like everyone else? Why did you always have to die painfully?

A soft knock snapped you out of your thoughts. Looking down, you realized that you were clutching the side of the sink so hard that your knuckles were turning white. 

“(Y/n), are you in there?” It was Arthur. What was he doing up so early?

You wiped at the tears that had gathered in your eyes and cleared your throat. “Y-yeah buddy. I’ll be out in a second.”

You turned on the water faucet and splashed some cold water in your face. It somewhat worked for the blotchiness and redness, but your eyes were still puffy. You were just going to have to get out of the bathroom and pray that Arthur and Philza won’t notice. You took a deep breath and opened the door. There Arthur stood looking at you happily.

“What’re ya doing up so early bud?”

“My brother said that I’m a morning person.”

Brother?

Despite your confusion, you did your best to grin at him. “Well, early bird, do you wanna help me make breakfast?”

His eyes lit up with excitement and he jumped up and down slightly. “Yes please! I love cooking, Mama and Papa would always let me help!”

Oh, you absolutely hated not knowing something. You needed to have that chat with him as soon as you could. 

You smirked. “C’mon then, lets go get started!”

He sprinted down the hallway and towards the stairs. You felt a slight panic flare up inside of you. “Arthur, please don’t run down the stairs!”

To your great relief, he listened and slowed down to a brisk walking speed. You speedwalked over to him. For someone so little, he was surprisingly fast. By the time you reached the bottom of the stairs, he was already in the kitchen. 

In the kitchen, Philza was sitting at the table with a steaming cup of coffee in his hands. As per usual, he looked like he’d rather go back to sleep. You walked over to the coffee maker and poured yourself a cup, you were going to need it. Philza’s tired eyes followed you as you poured the steaming liquid into your mug.

“Tired?” His voice was raspier and deeper than usual.

“Yeah, didn’t get much sleep last night.” You sipped at the bitter drink before wrinkling your nose and stirring in an ungodly amount of sugar. Sipping it again, you sighed in content. That was much better. 

You walked to the chest and pulled out some bacon strips, eggs, and bread. Setting them on the counter, you turned to Arthur. He was standing on his tiptoes trying to clearly see over the counter. You chuckled, pulling a chair out from the table and dragging it over to him so he could stand on it. 

“Don’t get too excited kid, we have to wash our hands first. Then we can get to the fun part.”

Arthur scrambled over to the sink, pulling his chair along with him. Though he was extremely excited, he actually took the time to properly wash his hands. Once you both were clean, you both got to cooking. You let him scramble the eggs and butter the toast while you did the rest of the work. You didn’t want him to get burned, especially by the bacon grease. 

Cooking was quickly done with Arthur’s help and before you knew it, breakfast was already halfway done. Over the course of eating, Philza was slowly waking up and adding his own input into the conversation. You were hardly paying attention when Arthur asked you a question.

“Hey, (y/n), where’s your wing?” 

“Hm?”

“The fake one.”

Your eyes widened. Shit, you forgot to put it back on after your shower. You suddenly felt every single little touch on your amputated wing. The chair, a light breeze from the open window, the brush of feathers from your complete wing, everything. You felt vulnerable and naked without it on. You felt powerless. 

“Oh, I- must’ve forgot to put it back on again. Excuse me.”

You stood up from your chair, a screech resounding from the legs scratching against the floor. Taking care of your half-eaten breakfast, you tried to hurry up to your room as fast as you could scolding yourself the entire way for being so forgetful. So stupid. 

You locked the door behind you and saw your silver wing laying on your bed staring at you, as if taunting you for leaving it behind. You rushed to put it back on. Though you felt your muscles tense up because of the sudden cool, it felt incredibly relieving to have your wing back on. You felt whole. 

You awkwardly twisted around to fasten the leather belts around the base of your amputated wing and attach the sensors back onto specific spots on your back where your flight muscles were. You put one on your deltoid, one on your trapezius, one on both teres muscles, one on your infraspinatus, and lastly two on your latissimus dorsi muscle. It usually took you at least thirty minutes of testing the prosthetic’s movements and moving the sensors around slightly to get the placement of the sensors exactly correct, so you assumed that breakfast was over and done with ten minutes ago. 

Your wing was finally connected and fully functional, so you left your room in search for Arthur. You eventually found him in the basement in your old workshop looking through your filing cabinet of blueprints. He mustn't have heard you come down the stairs because he didn’t react. He just kept looking through your old papers, pulling a few out and putting them on a nearby crafting table. 

“Arthur?”

He jumped, the paper he was in the middle of pulling out slipped back into its place inside the filing cabinet. He didn’t turn around to face you at first, so you thought that he was just trying to catch his breath from your little scare. Feeling bad, you walked closer and put a tentative hand on his shoulder. 

“I’m sorry for scaring you. What’re ya doin?”

“I-I’m looking at your old inventions, Philza let me come down here to look at them while he tried to find me more clothes I could wear that fit.”

“Buddy, you should’ve waited until I put my wing back on, I could’ve shown you my prized inventions.”

He looked down to his feet. “I’m sorry (y/n), I just really wanted to see them and you were taking so long. I couldn’t wait.”

You frowned, putting a finger under his chin and making him look at you. You saw guilt darkening his eyes. “Arthur, never say sorry for wanting knowledge. Knowledge is perhaps our greatest weapon against the unknown in the universe. I want you to remember the phrase ‘scientia potentia est’.”

He sniffled. “Scientia… potentia est?”

“Yes, it means ‘knowledge is power’. Knowledge and power are two very… wide subjects, which is why I like the phrase. In a way, it means that you could pull off anything with knowledge. A lot of inventors live by that motto. Personally, it’s a motto that I swear by. Having knowledge gets me out of a lot of sticky situations,” you kindly smiled at him. “Now, do you want me to show you how my prosthetic works? I could even show you the first prototype if you’d like.”

To your delight, the smile that you often saw him wearing quickly returned and he nodded vigorously. You could get used to people wanting to know how your inventions work and why they worked the way that they did. You spent the next two hours explaining and answering questions about your prosthetic. You let him hold and examine your old leather wing. You showed him how the sensors were placed and warned him that if they were even very very slightly off, the wing wouldn’t work right. You even let him craft a sensor with you. 

“So, do you have any interest in being an inventor when you grow up?”

“Yes, I wanna be just like you! You’re like, the bestest inventor ever!”

You took a deep breath, kneeling in front of him and placing your hands on his shoulders. “Arthur, would you like to become my protégé?”

He scrunched up his face and squinted his eyes in confusion. “Your what?”

You lightly laughed. “Do you know what an apprentice is?” He shook his head. “Well, I want to take you under my wing. Teach you everything I know.”

His eyes comically stretched and his mouth gaped open and closed like a fish out of water. If it were possible, you’d imagine stars shining in his eyes. “You’d do that?”

“Naturally. You’re perhaps the most ambitious person I’ve ever met in terms of your goals, and at such a young age too. I’ve never met anybody besides fellow innovators that actually wants to know how my inventions are made. It’s refreshing in a sense. Would you accept me being your mentor?”

“I- yes! Yes, yes! A million, no, a billion times yes! Oh, thank you, thank you, thank you!” He cheered, squealing with delight and jumping up and down. 

You laughed. “Woah there bud, cool your jets. We have work to do, but first…” you sighed. You really didn’t want to ruin his moment, but you needed to talk to him about this if he were to become your apprentice.

He cocked his head to the side, eyes still wide with excitement. “First what?” “First… we need to talk. About your story, I mean.”

“What do you mean? We are talking.”

“No, not like that. We need to talk about your family. And how you want me to help you with The Warden.”

He visibly deflated, you didn’t think it was possible for someone to change moods so quickly. It was almost unnatural how fast he switched emotions. “Oh… Do we have to?”

“Yes, Arthur. We have to trust each other if we’re gonna work together.”

He shifted on the balls of his feet and fiddled with his thumbs. He looked very anxious to talk about his family.

“If you want, I can show you where I go to relax and think. Would you like that?”

He nodded and wiped at his eyes. You grabbed his hand and led him up the stairs. Since Philza was out, you wrote him a little note and put it on the table where he should see it right away if he came back before you two. You grabbed your satchel and filled it with two glass vials of water, a few snacks, and a blanket. Arthur just stared at you confusedly. 

You led him outside and hesitated. Should you ask him if he wanted to fly? It would be a lot faster to get there. “Arthur, would you like to fly there? I know it’s scary, but once you get used to it it’s so much fun!”

He reluctantly nodded, so you bent over and wrapped your arms around him to pick him up. You felt him tense up as you prepped for take off. “Hold on tight, I promise I won’t drop you.”

You pushed yourself off from the ground with a powerful flap of your wings causing Arthur to shriek in surprise. You and Arthur shot into the sky at a moderate speed. When you steadied yourself high above the treeline, you looked down at the boy in your arms. He had his eyes tightly closed and he was shaking slightly. “Arthur, you can open your eyes now.”

You watched as he peeked one of his eyes open and looked at you, you smiled encouragingly at him. “Go ahead, look around.” He observed his surroundings with caution before he opened his other eye. He was looking around in amazement, taking in every single detail from a bird’s eye view. You snorted before redirecting your attention back to flying. You needed to pay attention, especially when you had a passenger that would carry on your legacy after you die. 

The flight went by with Arthur giggling at various mobs below and sometimes pointing out something he thought was interesting to you. Your destination was now several meters ahead of you. Landing, you set Arthur down steadying him when he stumbled a little.

You took out the blanket and spread it across the grassy ground, smoothing it out. You beckoned Arthur to sit down next to you on it and you two overlooked the boundless expanse of the grassy plains. 

“This is where I came up with most of my inventions. It’s where I first tested my prosthetic. There’s where I jumped off.”

“How’d you know it worked?”

“I didn’t before I tested it. Looking back, it was stupid of me to do. Never, ever, do what I did.”

“What if-”

“No what if’s. Consult me before you test out anything dangerous in the future. I mean it, Arthur.”

“But I want to be like you.”

“Trust me kid, you don’t wanna be exactly like me. Besides, you’re you. You’re not (y/n) Minecraft. You’re Arthur Fox. You’re your own person and it’s important for you to understand that. Never let anyone take that away from you.”

He fell silent as he contemplated your words. You assumed that nobody’s ever told him that before, both due to his young age and potential lack of adult figures in his life. 

“Artie, you can tell me about your life when you’re ready. Take as much time as you need, we still have half the day left before we have to start heading back.”

He wordlessly nodded, turning his gaze to stare blankly past the cliff. In the meantime, you would wait patiently until he felt comfortable telling you.

Taglist (comment if you want to be added): 

@acecarddraws  @goldenstarofthunderclan  @ravennightingaleandavatempus  @dirtydiavolo  @yeiras-world  @immadatmostthings  @hee-hee-haw  @jackalopedoodles  @m1lkmandan  @vanhakirja  @im-a-depressed-gay  @coolleviauchihadreamerlove  @questioning-sanity  @camisascam

@bongwaterflavoredgatorade  @kakamiissad  @jayistrash4  @lifestylesleep  @speedymaximoff  @sun-shark-tooth  @appetiteofapeoplepleaser  @lestrangenymph  @kinismanditory  @dragons-lurk-here  @rinzyx05  @the-wandering-pan-ace  @sparkling-gayyyy  @angelic-scent  @shinipii  @dont-hug-me-im-a-fander  @izzydimensional  @used-avocado  @laura--444  @wing-non  @lovely-echoo  @i-am-scared-and-useless-bisexual  @mysteryartisticwriter