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gogolstoelicker · 2 years

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A lil bit spoiler for chap 7

From chap 7 on twst we know that the valley of Thorns has once go at war withthe kingdom of roses bcs of a mad king named Stefan (hearts? Roscent??).

So uhh i decided to make the entire history after the war. Idk man...

So king Stefan surely have a heir or heiress right? And i imagine that bcs of the tyranny of king Stefan still present at the royal court there will be somekind of rebellion, a coup if you will. And kill the entire royal family french revolution style.

Cardan, desiring the throne he make the plot with the group to overthrow the current royal family.

But there is one surviving member of the royal family, the crown prince. Let's name him Cardan. So there is surely some people that still supports the royal family and run away with Cardan to escape.

So they are kinda strays i guess? They stays in the isolated part of twisted wonderland and make a rebel group.

Oh yeah after the hostile government take over, the royal family of hearts (i am 90% sure that the royal family of the kingdom of roses descended from the queen of hearts herself) is replaced with the family of white (ahaha AIW references).

So this is where a certain blond haired blue eyes boy come in. He is from the same world as Yuu aka the earth just from different time (medieval) so this maybe will explain how or prove that this yuu is not the only one that have fallen to this twisted wonderland.

Lets call the boy Arthur.

Cardan found Arthur in the woods lost and confused. Cardan slowly explain that this place is called Twisted wonderland.

"How can i trust you," the boy asked narrowing his eyes at cardan

"I have revealed my identity to you isn't it? It's actually a rare case that i revealed my identity to anybody so tell me yours lost Alice" Cardan explained and smiled a warm smile

"My...my name is not Alice my name is Arthur, Arthur Wondré," Arthur bit his lip a habit he does if he nervous.

"Nice to meet you Arthur," Cardan offered his hand.

And that's the start of their friendship. They are allies, brothers even. Slowly but surely Cardan opens up about his trauma seeing his mother's head cut, or his burden as the leader of this rebel group.

"Truthfully, i don't really care about the throne," Cardan sighed and Arthur looks at him confused.

"Then why are you fighting for it then?" Arthur asked.

"To keep everyone here save, you see Alice after the coup everyone on the kingdom of roses reached out to other kingdom to hunt us down if i successfully take the throne back maybe they'll be safe."

"You do all of this for them?"

"Yes, for Wicher for general Spade for Gillian for Thomas for...you," Cardan looke at Arthur warmly but Arthur can sense the tiredness behind him.

Cardan reached out to a certain second prince of the afterglow savanna (no I'm not talking about leona) and make an alliance with him, he even speak to the high priest of the city of flowers asking for advice.

The day for the rebellion came day by day, the air around the base begining to tighten up.

The weapons are ready, the tactics are ready.

Little did they know there are a traitor among them.

Cardan run through the muddy cave below the kingdom of roses. He have told General spade to evacuates the citizen of the kingdom.

Nefala already know his motives but he know he will not say that to anybody. He liked him, seen himself inside Cardan. The throne is taken from him just like Cardan.

He reached the small room. The room crafted from the rocky walls of the cave painted with words upon words of the old anthem.

He eyed the room.

He has been here before, he has been here two times, he didn't have the courage to do that.

But he will now.

'Not everyone is made for the throne, but if the crown fits wear it.'

He remembers Nefala's words. About leadership. About the thing they both had yet everyone closed their eyes on them.

This is, this is the day.

"Withering Roses," Cardan whisper as sparks of fire danced on his fingers.

He reached out to the button that has formed in front of him.

"What are you doing?"

An unfamiliar voice sings, Cardan turns around to see none other than his cousin.

White hair contrasting his own black, blue eyes contrasting his own red they are opposites the noble say.

"I'm doing this for them."

"No," Elijah shook his head "you're doing this for you, no one wants this," Elijah harden his Expression.

"There is once a saying, from a traitor," he eyed one of the lyrics at the wall.

Cheshire cat.

"The history is repeated unless we destroy the cycle," Cardan finishes, bringing his hand atop of his head.

A salute.

An explosion.

A salute upon this destroyed kingdom.

Her unfinished wish.

HIS undinished wish

Lmaooo this took so long anyway just a silly thoughts.

LFMAOJAOSKSOS YOURE AMAZING FOR THINKING AND WRITING ABOUT THIS

ik you're the one who created twst. its ok u dont have to hide /j

#twst #spoiler #?#maybe?#twst wonderland #twisted wonderland

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gallickingun · 4 years

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May I request a Praise kink! Dom! Mirio x Reader drabble that doesn't use Sunshine as a nickname? (My mom's name is Sunshine and I feel icky about being called it){I'm sorry if this breaks a rule in your ask system but I can't access them from mobile}

a/n: of course! i didn’t do as much size kink with this one and focused more on the praise. i hope you like it! 💕 also when did i become a mirio blog like damn this is so long lol

tw: praise kink; soft dom!mirio; daddy kink (i’m sO SORRY I CAN’T HELP IT); sub!reader; fingering; oral; kinda a crybaby reader? idk if that’s a tw now, but i did want to just put it here!

ps, reminder that ~drabble requests~ are open! currently accepting for bnha, haikyuu, jujutsu kaisen, a:tla, & dragon ball!

“That’s it,” Mirio’s voice is like honey in your ears, dripping down your spine to pool in your stomach, settling hot and heavy against your insides. He kisses your cheek and leans back on his thighs to watch where his fingers have speared your cunt wide open, “That’s my girl, look at how pretty you are all laid out for me.”

He pauses, and then tilts his head, blue eyes swirling with something akin to frantic worry, “It is just for me, i’nnit baby?”

“Y-Yeah, yeah!” You squeeze your eyes shut so hard it pushes your tears from your ducts, and a moan is ripped from your lungs as his second knuckles push deeper into your swollen lips. When you get your bearings straight, and are able to look him in the eye again, your lower lip is wobbling but you manage to push more words out despite yourself, “J-Just for you, T-Toga-”

Mirio cuts your stuttering sentence short with a warm, firm kiss to your lips. His mouth is searing hot, and your noses bump when he presses too eagerly into you. Your jaw falls slack as his digits piston forward, thick and slick, and nearly rip another orgasm from your belly while his mouth is preoccupied with your bared neck.

You know that there will be dozens of marks littered across your body in the morning, but you don’t have the wherewithal to tell him to quit. Your skin is simmering with a wanton heat, insatiable in your need to have him closer, closer, closer. It’s concerning how no matter how many times he helps you fall apart, you’re still yearning for more.

He huffs out a breath, releasing the cleft of skin he had captured between his teeth so he can look down at you - breathless and beautiful and begging, still - and that beautiful grin overtakes his features, stretching pink lips to bare beautiful pearlescent teeth. You reach a palm up out of instinct alone, a wobbly elbow barely able to hold you anything close to steady, “I-I love you, Togata, I l-love, I love you.”

Mirio tils his head so he can kiss you on the wrist. Your pulse point stutters underneath his mouth and he revels in the knowledge that only he has the capability to wear you down in such a way that has you pleading for another piece of his soul, as if yours might not be whole without him there to fill the gaps. He sighs, warm breath spilling down the length of your forearm and driving a shiver up your spine.

“I love you, too, sweetheart,” his voice is gravelly, like it hurts to push out the words, but he repeats them regardless, this time looking into your glassy eyes so you know he’s telling you the truth. He smiles again, turning so his cheek is pressed fully into your palm, “You’re doing so good, such a good girl. You think you’re ready for me, now?”

The nodding of your head is a mix of frantic and eager, your pupils blown wide as your mouth parts out of lascivious desire alone. His expression softens at your fervor, dimples fading as he shifts his hips so he’s positioned between your knees. Mirio’s knuckles slowly drag out of you, scissored slightly so your precious walls will not be fooled into thinking the onslaught is over. No, it has only just begun; Mirio does nothing in small measures, including the heft that is sported between his hips.

Your little hand reaches forward out of pure need and you can barely wrap your digits around him fully, but that does not stop you from trying. He hums out a laugh that sounds curiously like fondness, and then kisses your knee, pushing it further away so your cunt is butterflied open, lips slightly parted so he can see the depths of your body for himself. You grunt, bent forward at an odd angle so you can watch the sanguine cockhead bulge under your ministrations. Mirio’s chest shakes with a moan, eyelids threatening to slip closed when he feels your soft palm envelope his shaft.

“P-Princess,” he rests his forehead against your knee, hiding his sapphire irises from your gaze. You love the way the nickname tumbles from his lips, so you push the pillow under your shoulder blades to aid in your actions of leaning forward so you can wrap both hands around his dick, thumbing at the veins and the darkened shaft, watching closely as the pre drools from his tip. You lick your lips and Mirio watches your pinkened tongue part your teeth to expose itself and your intentions.

“Please?” you beg, eyes wide and fingers needy. You tongue the air in front of you, the tip of your muscle pointed with the way you flex it, “W-Wanna be good for you, make you feel good!”

His canine tooth catches the corner of his mouth, a flash of pain shown in his bright eyes, but it subsides when he sees how badly you want to prove to him that you could devour him whole if only he’d give you the chance.

“You’re being so good,” he murmurs, dipping his head down to kiss you on the mouth, thumb finding your clit as he sandwiches his thick forearm between your torsos. You mewl, kicking your feet at the newfound jolts of pleasure making their way up your body with each circling of the pad of his finger against that sweet, soft bundle of nerves you keep hidden from everyone but him. Mirio volleys teeth and tongue and lips back and forth with you while you both focus on one another’s sensitive spots, your hands flicking upward against the head of his dick before slowly shifting back down, squeezing him at different points to elicit those salacious moans from the depths of his chest. And his fingerprints drag along the soft folds that are tucked between your hips, never pushing too deep, but reminding you that he’s near and ready whenever you ask to bring forth yet another crashing wave of pleasure if only you just ask him to.

He nips your lower lip and then kisses the corner of your mouth, blinking slowly so he can look you in the eyes, “Such a perfect little one for me, yeah? You’re so pretty and sweet and soft, fuck you’re soft. These cute lips and that adorable cunt. You’re so wet for me, sweetheart.”

All you can do is nod, words negligible at this point. You know he doesn’t need your assurances anyway. You tilt your chin so you can reach his mouth again, whining against his lips as your wrist angles to drag over the thick head of his cock one last time before you part.

“I want to taste you, Daddy,” your voice is small, mouth pulled into a pout that he pulls back to examine while he stills his fingers against your labia, slick and dripping onto the sheets beneath him. Mirio sighs, his cock twitching at the thought of your delicate mouth wrapped around whatever bit of him you’re able to swallow.

“C’mere,” he turns his body so he’s laid back on the mattress, arm tucked behind his head as he guides you with his free hand against the back of your neck. He thumbs at the skin there, rough fingers nothing but gentle while he handles you. You note each scar on his body as you trail your fingers over his skin, waiting as he settles into the plush down of the mattress. Your head finds his hip, one leg slung over his calf so your cunt is bared to his knee, if you wish to grind down on it. The heel of your hand rests on his thigh, near his balls, and your fingertips ache to reach between the thickest parts of him to touch what is usually hidden to the world, but always bared to you.

“Be careful, baby,” Mirio’s voice is a warning, “don’t hurt yourself.”

Oh, that sounds like a challenge if there ever were one.

You part your lips and lick at the tip of his cock, drooling with a pearlescent bead of pre, saltine and delectable. Your eyelids shutter closed simultaneously with the moan that shakes Mirio’s entire body. His hand digs deeper into your neck on either side, fingers buzzing with the need to push your precious mouth down until your face is buried into the vee of his hips and your mouth is drooling around his cock. He withholds himself, though, knowing that you need to prove to yourself what you can do with whatever parts of your body you wish to use.

One hand stays wrapped around the base of him, your eyes near crossing as you watch the blushing tip of his cock tremble under your gaze. You look up for his permission, hazy eyes somehow finding him, and you wait for him to nod before you begin to suckle on the head of his dick. The corded muscles of his thighs are shuddering with each bob of your head, his abdomen muscles flexing as he restrains himself from pushing you too far.

“That’s’a good girl,” he grits his teeth with each syllable, tilting his jaw so he can watch your eyes water with how you try to take too much to start. You choke and gag when you attempt to put your nose to his blonde curls, the tip of him brushing your uvula and dragging out your gag reflex. Tears soak your cheeks and drool dribbles down either corner of your mouth, and Mirio has to guide your face away from his cock before you try to go again in spite of your reaction.

After a few more attempts to draw your mouth down to the base of his cock unsuccessfully, Mirio lets out a patronizing chuckle, dragging you by the neck so you won’t continue your assault and make yourself sick. Your thighs latch around his leg, cunt dripping on his knee, begging like a child for him to let you go so you can prove something to him.

“Stop it.”

You blink once, looking him in the eyes, “B-But-”

“What did I say?”

A fresh set of tears stain your cheeks and the sheets, and Mirio gathers you up in his arms and sits forward so you’re tucked against his lap, “Feel that?” He’s talking about the way his cock bobs against your belly, bubbling with arousal and begging to be sheathed inside of you. He noses your cheek, “You did that. All you, baby. With that pretty mouth and those sweet hands. You did such a good job. Such a good girl for me, yeah?”

You whine, dropping your head to his shoulder but keeping your head lilted so you can look down at his dick, watching as it twitches with every move that you make. You want to reach your hands down to take him between your fingers, to push him over the edge as he’s already done for you three times tonight. You want to give him everything he’s gifted you and so much more.

“I know what you want, honey,” he’s quiet but in the emptiness of your room it feels so loud. Each word sends a shockwave to your core and you shiver at the sound, “W-Want you, Daddy. Just want you.”

“I know, baby,” and this time it is almost sad the way he says it. He takes a deep breath and tilts your head with his thumb beneath your chin, “Let me take care of you, okay? You took such good care of me, now it’s your turn.”

He wordlessly hauls you up by the waist with minimal effort, and looks you in the eyes, “I want you to guide me, okay? I want you to show me where you want me.”

You nod and reach down so your hands are wrapped around the very end of his cock, bobbing your fingers up and down just to milk what’s left of the sweet spurt of pre so his tip is drooling, and then you position his dick so it will split your cunt in two. Slowly, Mirio drops you down, watching your hands fall away so he can get an eyeful of his cock as it spreads your lips and disappears, inch by inch into your sweet, slippery pussy.

“That’s my girl,” he grunts, allowing you to fall forward so your hands are on his chest, bracing you before you take his entire length up into your stomach. Tears surface on your lids and he’s quick to kiss the corners of your eyes until they’re gone, “Sweet girl, don’t cry. You’re doing so good for me. I can’t wait to fuck this perfect cunt, can’t wait to give you all I’ve got.”

“Want it, Daddy, want it! I-I can take it! P-Promise-” You sob as you try to roll your hips, but his palms are steady against your body, which only makes you more frustrated that he won’t let you show him that you can be a good girl, that you can take his cock and do it well.

Mirio is a sunbeam incarnate, all light and shine, warmth and something husky that reminds you of a sunny afternoon. So when he speaks, you listen, and you take each of his words and run them through your gummy mind until you’re sure you’ve heard him right.

“I know you can, baby girl,” he rotates your hips with the heels of his palms and you gasp as he spears you wide open, “You can do anything you set your mind to. But let go, and let Daddy take care of you this time, okay?”

Your whimpering is cut short when you feel the head of his cock brush your cervix and whatever comes next you can hardly remember except the sound of his name on your lips and the way he burns you alive only to soothe the ache when it’s all over hours later into the night.

#mirio x reader #mirio smut #mirio togata x reader #mirio togata smut #mha smut #mha x reader #bnha smut #bnha x reader #WHEN DID THIS BECOME A MIRIO FUCKER BLOG WHERE IS THE KACCHAN #BUT SERIOUSLY THIS IS EITHER ALMOST 2K WORDS OR OVER IT THE LAST TIME I CHECKED WAS AT 1.7K AND I DIDN'T HAVE THE HEART TO CHECK AGAIN #I HOPE YOU LIKE IT NONNA!!!!! :D #also i hope i got mirio at least a little in character lol #and no uses of sunshine!!!! <3 #morgan writes bnha

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envirae · 3 years

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GET TO KNOW ME TAG !

tagged by: @/iuwon @heephoriia & @koosocks (ty!)

tagging: @goldenxddeonu @igyus @so-jays (anyone else + no pressure !!)

warning: VERY long tag

WHAT DAY IS YOUR BIRTHDAY? june 25th :)

WHAT’S YOUR FAVORITE COLOR? purple? or red! but not together LOL

WHAT’S YOUR LUCKY NUMBER? 7 !!

DO YOU HAVE ANY PETS? i have two dogs here in america!! i also have an extra three cats in the philippines that my relatives are taking care of while i can't be there :)

HOW TALL ARE YOU? 5'2...NEXT QUESTION-

HOW MANY PAIRS OF SHOES DO YOU HAVE? i have an obsession with shoes...but uh i have 7 that i use pretty often

FAVORITE SONG? love me like that by sam kim, less of you by keshi, and urs by niki

FAVORITE MOVIE? hmm...your name?

WHAT WOULD YOUR IDEAL PARTNER BE LIKE? hmm i really don't know ngl. jake sim? LMAO-

DO YOU WANT CHILDREN? i'm not really sure yet LOL. i'm not really fond of small children but that could totally change with time LMAOAO

HAVE YOU GOTTEN IN TROUBLE WITH THE LAW? not that i...remember?

BATH OR SHOWER? shower !! i take pretty long showers tho lmao

WHAT COLOR SOCKS ARE YOU WEARING? black :D

FAVORITE TYPE OF MUSIC? very slow, meaningful songs. as a musician myself, i like analyzing lyrics and breaking down songs so i can really see how they're made

HOW MANY PILLOWS DO YOU SLEEP WITH? four

WHAT POSITION DO YOU SLEEP IN? on my right side, facing my phone LOL

WHAT YOU DON’T LIKE WHEN YOU’RE SLEEPING? when i'm trying to sleep and then i get a notification because i will ALWAYS check it 😭😭

WHAT DO YOU HAVE FOR BREAKFAST? rice and eggs with some type of meat usually

HAVE YOU EVER TRIED ARCHERY? no lol. there was an option during my sixth grade sleep away camp but i didn't go

FAVORITE FRUIT? peaches !!! or mangoes !!!

FAVORITE SWEAR WORD? similar to lina's answer- filipino swear words are so funny

DO YOU HAVE ANY SCARS? yeah, i'm super clumsy and bruise really easily so you can imagine

ARE YOU A GOOD LIAR? sometimes?? like i'm really good at covering things up when i've let something slip but lying just to lie nooo

WHAT’S YOUR PERSONALITY TYPE? it's either ENFJ or ENTJ i really don't remember

WHAT’S YOUR FAVORITE TYPE OF GIRL? myoui mina

INNIE OR OUTTIE? HUH 😟

LEFT OR RIGHT HANDED? left handed !!

FAVORITE FOOD? any type of pasta really 😋😋

FAVORITE FOREIGN FOOD? i really like thai food

ARE YOU CLEAN OR MESSY? i like to think of myself as clean

MOST USED PHRASE? "wahhh" "HHHUHH" "anyways-"

HOW LONG DOES IT TAKE YOU TO GET READY? 30 minutes - an hour

DO YOU TALK TO YOURSELF? yeah lol...i have an inner monologue going on at all times

DO YOU SING YOUR YOURSELF? i'm a musician,,, ofc i sing to myself 🤨🤨

ARE YOU A GOOD SINGER? i like to think so ? i am MUCH more confident in playing instruments but i am confident enough in my voice to release my own music

BIGGEST FEAR? thunder

ARE YOU A GOSSIP? hmm idk?? i usually know about the gossip but i don't gossip to other people much

DO YOU LIKE SHORT HAIR OR LONG HAIR? short hair because it's easier to take care of. (ESP BECAUSE I HAVE THICK ASS HAIR HELP)

FAVORITE SCHOOL SUBJECT? english or science

INTROVERT OR EXTROVERT? extrovert?? except i'm like- an anti-social extrovert...if that makes sense HELP

WHAT MAKES YOU NERVOUS? tests, school, going out, checking my phone, rest

WHO WAS YOUR FIRST REAL CRUSH? honestly...i don't remember

HOW FAST CAN YOU RUN? not very 😭😭 my last mile time during school was about 8 minutes per mile

WHAT COLOR IS YOUR HAIR? it's brown right now, but it has been blonde, purple, silver, pink, and blue

DO YOU LIKE YOUR NAME? yeah! i think it's a pretty cool name

WHAT MAKES YOU ANGRY? when people don't believe me/accuse me of lying when i'm telling the truth

DO YOU WANT A BOY OR GIRL AS A CHILD? honestly idk LOL never thought about it

WHAT ARE YOUR STRENGTHS? i think i'm very nice and approachable, i make friends very easily

WHAT ARE YOUR WEAKNESSES? maintenance. i'm very needy and clingy, but i don't put in much effort. i make friends easily but i can't keep them very long

WHAT’S THE COLOR OF YOUR BEDSPREAD? beige lolz

WHAT’S THE COLOR OF YOUR ROOM? purple, pink, and white :))

#[ 🪁 ] tag games

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hoaxsen · 4 years

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| angst has been coming to me easy now and idk how to feel about that.

| tw; character death, in depth talk of death, mentions of blood and other gruesome parts, season three spoilers.

| word count; 1.8k.

It was all over, spreading like a plague inside the walls upon their arrival. The victory of Wall Maria, along with the near extinction of the Scouts. How many supplies were lost during it? How much destruction was there while it all went down? Does anyone have a true number on how many bodies were being carried back on those flatbed carts after that expedition?

They were mostly parts of bloodied and mangled things, some weren't even able to be called a body. More like a massive piles of mixed dirt, debris and whatever part of the human body there could be. One hundred and ninety nine people, turned into one enormous jigsaw puzzle that anyone has ever seen. How many carts were used for that, and which cart did this specific body rest upon?

This body held the features of bright blue eyes, that the captain of the Scouts could sometimes find himself staring into for hours on end. Unknowingly at that. Blonde hair just swept back and kept so neat with its undercut. Sometimes Levi wonders if it was soft to the touch, it doesn't look to be hard, or dirty. Just right, minus those brows. If anything there were times where Levi wanted to trim the blonde bricks of hair off Erwin's face himself.

Now, days like that will never come. For the sole purpose, of Erwin Smith being deceased. Giving his life up to his stupid cause and dream, this isn't what Levi meant by plundering your dream and lead those crying brats to hell. Was it selfish of him to think that Erwin might come back alive for him? It was, wasn't it? The man having to live through this shit as the leader, making gambles that no one knew how the hell they paid off. Let's not forget about the cadets and soldiers lost along the way in his gambles. A devil among men, though it was Levi wanting to be the one to raise hell right now. Bring a darker hell to the one on this very Earth for the fact that he chose to revive Armin instead of Humanity's Hope.

Cold, and hardened steel grey hues watched as his body was pulled away, riding alongside on his own horse with this cart. Levi felt only himself at fault, what if he did revive Erwin? Despite the small specks of rocks, falling out and shredded intestines, and lack of life in the blonde's eyes, how would he look taking on the power of the colossal titan? Would he have looked the same as the treacherous Bertholdt, or better? If anything, he'd be alive right now. . .fighting a war once more in this hell. Yes, it was selfish, but Levi Ackerman had his reasons to be selfish in a time like this. Bringing back Erwin instead of Armin wasn't just going to be for humanity, it was also going to be for his own desires. To stop toying with the feelings the ravenette has for the blonde, to stop the daily lies about his ' small crush ' being just a phase.

The captain never even got to make good on his promise before the commander passed. Wanting so hard and bad to end the Beast Titan, to make him feel the pain Erwin did before his final moments. Hopefully that chance comes back for him some other time. How badly Levi needs it, it'd only be fitting since Erwin gave up his dream for the wall retake to even have happened and succeed.

For all Levi could do now, was regret and hope that Erwin's funeral would bring him into a small state of piece. Since the ex-commander was already in a permanent state of his own, never to be disturbed. The Ackerman slowly starts to wonder to himself, which kind of suit would really bring out a dead man's eyes? For blue, it had to be a subtle white, right? An ashen grey? Whatever color it was going to be, Levi knew he'd detest it. Knowing it'll be the final suit he sees Erwin in.

Fast forward a bit to the lowering of the old Scouts' commander into the ground, Levi stayed behind a little ways after the ceremony. Standing before Erwin's grave, a short sigh leaving him as he placed a hand on Erwin's tombstone.

Erwin Smith

xxxx - xxxx

Humanity's Beacon of Hope.

The words Levi read over, and over, and over again. Humanity's Hope, snuffed out a little ways too soon. Levi just had to wake up and face the music, it was bound to happen one day or another. He just wishes that day came a little later than this. Brushing his hand over the words, better now to say this before he keeps it inside for too long. He already regrets not saying this to him when he was alive.

" How many of these have we attended for our fallen? Now look at you, dumbass. Right there with them, tell Petra I said hi when you see her. "

His last chance to say this all know, because whatever God out there knows that Levi wouldn't visit Erwin's grave again after this. For the small grudge he'd hold against himself for using the syringe on Armin.

" I followed you into the fire, made it out with a few scrapes. Though you were burned, still had the guts to carry on more bravely than me. . .even make a choice with that odd line. ' What if there is humanity outside the walls. ' Or some shit like that, and then I realized, and knew. . .that was how you were plundering your dreams and leading those crying brats to hell. "

Unbeknownst to the captain, he wasn't alone. Just standing from afar, was another grieving heart. Armin Artlet, another soul wanting to say an unspoken peace to their old commander. But ended up seeing Levi there before him.

" It's not fair you know, Erwin. Or that just might be me being selfish right now, yeah sounds like it. A biased opinion, since I fucking loved you and didn't have the guts to say it. Wanna know why? Cause I'm a coward. Since people I love keep leaving me in ways like this, death. Am I that detestable that death is the only way out? Gotta be, shitty way to go if you ask me, but probably your only way. Call it a curse, I guess. Sadly shit like this happens in the fucked world. I didn't even want to use it on Artlet, but you made your choice. So I had to make mine, fucking bastard. "

Now that was a surprise to the little eavesdropper in the back, covering his mouth with his hand to not make a sound. Azure eyes bugging out of his head as the captain droned on. Armin himself wasn't even sure why he was saved, wouldn't Erwin have been a better pick? The power of the titan wasted on him, that's how it sounded. On the bright side, the colossal titan was in their arsenal with Eren's titan. Just with the wrong user in Artlet's mind.

" It's not fair, you asshole. You get your peace, and leave me behind in this hell with a bunch of brats! Yes, they can pull their own weight. But you're not leading them anymore, instead it's gonna be someone else who can't live up to your name. All because I got emotional and saved that runt, when I knew, even with Hanji, that you were the better pick! A massive fuck up on my end, but then a small lived victory right? We have another titan ready to fight for us when needed. But I want you here! It's not fair, you trusted me to do the right thing with that weird liquid, and I don't know if I did! I promised myself that I'd follow you wherever, why did you have to go somewhere I can't go yet?! You and your stupid gambles, well make one with the devil down there and win, come back goddamn it! "

At this point, Levi was screaming to a grave on the verge of tears. From standing to dropping on his knees, the turned up dirt from a freshly dug hole in the ground was staining his pants. Giving him the feelings of touching the underground floors, though this time he didn't care. Fighting back an attack of tears, his hands digging into the soil and gripping it. Dirt being trapped in his fingernails, a fierce look on his face with a few stray falling tears from his eyes.

" I promise you, I'll make that sonva bitch pay. Along with aiding in to see that your final goal, your final dream is fulfilled. Even if I have to die to make that happen. "

It was a footstep, and the use of sharp senses that brought Levi out of his moment. Spinning around quick as could be, just to be met with a crying, tear stained face of one of his cadets. This was Levi's moment of vulnerability, being seen by Armin as if privacy wasn't a thing. Though now, the man couldn't hold it against the boy, dusting off himself to be free of the dirt and grime. Levi sent Armin a small glare, no words have been spoken yet, and not one really knew what to say.

" Captain . . . I'm sorry, but you should have us--. "

" Can it brat, I dunno how much you heard, and I hate repeating myself. But I'll make an exception, Erwin made his choice. I acted on it, now you might have to step up to bat. "

Levi's words drew a small gasp from Armin, making him want to roll his eyes.

" No one can live up to be Erwin, but I trust that you know what you're doing. Don't make me regret saving you now. "

" Y-Yes sir! But can I ask a question? "

That made a brow raise on Levi's face, a sign for Armin to carry on with what he was saying. The boy had to take a deep breath to even get the first word out. It almost made Levi scoff at a time like this.

" Y-You l-love Commander Erwin, sir? Is-Is that true? "

The stuttering fool really had the balls to ask. The captain almost looked impressed, but at the same time angered somewhat.

" Yeah, I loved him, Artlet. A main factor playing on in why I wanted to use the syringe on him. But something happened during it, like I said. Don't make me regret it. "

All he got was a frantic nod from the other blonde, even a salute for some reason. Levi responded with his own nod back, figuring now that his time alone with Erwin was up. Looking behind him at that grave, he sighed, his eyes narrowing somewhat.

' Don't worry, Erwin. You won't be along for long, I said I'd follow you right? Into that same fire I'll soon be going. '

He whispered out, making his way to leave now. Going as far as to pat a startled Armin on the shoulder. His own line echoing inside his head to help cope with this, just tweaked a bit this time.

' Plunder all your dreams, and lead those crying brats to victory. In his name. '

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one-boring-person · 4 years

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Bit Morbid.

The Lost Boys x reader

Warnings: blood imagery, blood drinking, implied sexual content

Context: idk really, it's just an idea that popped into my head at work today😂😅

Masterlist.

A pleasant burn runs down the length of my throat as I take yet another sip of the strong alcohol in my hand, the sensation having built up over the last couple of hours as I slowly drank more and more, my tolerance naturally quite high. In my head, a small buzz has started, but it's nowhere near enough to satisfy me, my body aching for something more, something better, which comes in the form of Kai, a surfer I picked up on the Boardwalk, the cocky boy having quickly taken me up on my offer of whiskey and beer on the beach. Evidently, he hopes he'll get a good lay out of me.

Across from me, Kai has cracked open yet another beer, raising it in cheers to me briefly, before he takes a long drink from it, the alcohol going straight to his head, inebriating him further, his mannerisms already becoming looser and looser, his inhibitions long lost to the high. It was only around his fourth bottle that he started getting handsy, but it's gotten progressively worse, his left hand nearly always reaching over to caress my hair and neck, his hazy eyes roaming lazily over my body as he slowly shuffles closer, a small, seductive smirk on my lips. I'm leading him on, I know, but it'll be so with it in the end.

"You're really pretty, (Y/n)..." He slurs, mind struggling to catch up with what he intends to say.

"You think so?" I inquire jokingly, leaning forwards slightly, crawling a hand over the sand to his leg.

"Oh yeah, definetly. You're one of the prettiest girls I've ever seen..." He continues, edging closer, eyes fixed on my lips.

"If you really think that, then you'll have to show me how serious you are." I tease him suggestively, biting my lip.

Instantly, his hands are pushing me back into the sand, his lips moving to cover mine, body hovering over mine as soon as it can. I kiss back, pushing my hands into his hair and around the back of his neck, a dull ache starting to form in my gums, lust and hunger growing rapidly in me as he pulls away to kiss down my jaw, leaving his neck exposed to me. Mouthing at the skin, I swiftly find his sweet spot, just above the point where his pulse is most prominent, a moan escaping him as I suck at it, my face starting to contort as I feel my eyes turn, my vision sharpening as it focuses on one thing and one thing only: his beating artery.

Finally, the hunger becomes too much and I sink my fangs into the soft flesh, easily puncturing the blood vessel, my hands tightening in their positions as Kai lets out a surprised yelp, trying to pull away with a protest, only to be pressed tighter against me as his blood pours onto my tongue for the first time. I moan as I get a taste, my nails digging into his skin as I hold him as close as I can, my jaw working at the flesh as much as it can, chewing away at the tendons and muscles there, relishing the euphoria that comes with drinking his blood. Panicked screams of pain ring in my ears as the surfer in my arms continues to fight, though I can feel his life draining away from him with speed, the blood loss making his movements uncoordinated and clumsy, his voice petering out into gargled whimpers, incoherent and irrelevant to me as I pull away from the wound. A sigh of pleasure leaves my gaping mouth, his blood coating my chin and neck as I tilt my head back, a few droplets trailing down my chest and below the neckline of my shirt as I do so, leaving warm lines on my frigid skin. The sickly sweet scent of the scarlet liquid entices my senses once more, my need to feed quickly resurfacing as I move the body's lifeless head to the side, biting into his shoulder to get at a "fresher" vessel of blood.

For a good ten minutes, I remain in my position, drinking Kai's blood until it starts tasting off, at which point I pull away and let the body fall from my grip, shoving it off of me as I lay back, arms spreadeagled by my sides, a satisfied grin on my face as I close my eyes. Gradually, my awareness returns to me, the scents of the surrounding areas becoming noticeable again, the sounds of the Boardwalk a little way away loud and clear in my sensitive ears. With them comes an odd feeling, one I normally only get when in the bustling crowd of the public attraction, where I often have four pairs of curious eyes fixed on me for the majority of the night, the sensation of being watched.

I concentrate on it, focusing on where the feeling is emanating from the most, quickly sourcing it as I catch the sound of a light footstep, followed by the tell tale sounds of shifting sand, coming just left of where I am. Internally, I decide not to react, waiting to see how they'd approach the situation, seeing as I am lying beside a mauled body with its throat practically torn out, all the evidence pointing rightfully at me. Instead, I open my eyes, the grin becoming a smirk as I listen closely to them approach me, not missing the sharp inhale that leaves them when the grisly scene before them comes into view, the bloodied layout clearly not something they were expecting. For a long moment, everything is silent.

"Can I help you, boys?" I call out to them finally, fed up with the awkward quiet that has shrouded us.

"No, don't worry. We were just admiring the view." A smooth voice answers after a minute, the tone sounding genuine.

"Like it, do you? Bit morbid." I respond, licking at my lips a little, grimacing at the now-bad taste it has acquired, having been given the chance to cool down and dry a bit.

"Says the person who just killed a guy." Another voice retorts, amusement evident in how he speaks.

"Hey, I never said I liked the look of it." A low chuckle floats up from the group, my own accompanying it as I sit upright, pushing myself onto my elbows as I look over at them, making eye contact with their leader.

I nearly double take at their appearance, not expecting them to be so good looking or relaxed with the situation, a wave of surprise and shock washing over me as I feel an unfamiliar sensation start up in my body. It's odd, as if my body wants to get closer to them, as if it needs or desires them to be closer, my confusion spiking as I stare into the leader's eyes a little longer, before taking in the others, trying to avoid the weird feeling. To the far left of the group is a tall, lanky blonde who shifts from foot to foot, as if itching to move around properly; beside him is a smaller blonde with curly hair and a patchwork jacket, his thumb between his teeth as he watches me, doe eyes wide in the dim light; up front is who I presume to be the leader, a platinum blonde mullet wearing guy with piercing eyes, his gaze raking over my form with curiosity as he smirks; last of all is a taller, dark haired guy who appears to have lost his shirt, his only attire on his torso being a leather jacket, his nearly black eyes staring at me with no discernible emotion. Having taken them all in, my attention returns to the internal conflict between some primal instinct I never knew I had and my self control, confusion rife in my mind.

"Who are you guys?" I question them, eyes flicking between them as I wait for a response.

"I'm David, this is Paul, Marko and Dwayne," The leader points at each person in turn, watching me the entire time, "Who are you?"

"I'm (Y/n). Nice to meet you."

Silence ensues this brief exchange, during which I stand upright and look over the body, trying to ignore the urge to go over to them, my body trying to speak for itself as my vampiric features threaten to break through, the inhuman part of me craving the presence of the four boys before me. It only takes a minute or two for the tall blonde, Paul, to say something.

"Jesus, can you guys feel that?" He questions his friends, speaking quietly, as if to make sure I can't hear.

"That weird connection thing? Yeah, I feel it, too." Marko responds, watching as I pour some of the whiskey from before onto Kai's body.

The other two appear to exchange a knowing glance, a cunning smirk appearing on David's lips.

"The mate bond." He whispers, knowing I would've heard that, seeing as I am quite clearly not a human.

His words stop me in my tracks, a match lit and ready to drop onto the body, arm poised to allow the small splint of wood to fall straight onto it's target, my now-frozen fingers only letting go when the small flame licks at my skin, burning it slightly.

"What did you say?" Marko, Paul and I chorus, each if us as confused as the others.

"It's a mate bond. We've all got the same mate." David responds, eyes still fixed on me.

Dumbstruck, I stay silent, trying to process what has been said as the other two start asking questions, neither of them getting answers as their friend's attention remains on me.

"I'm your mate?! But we only just met!" I manage to force out, interrupting the barrage of questions.

"That's not how it works, (Y/n). A mate bond is something we have no control over." The platinum blonde confirms, stepping closer, entering the light of the blazing body. By now, Kai's remains are hardly recognisable, and the smell is nearly unbearable, the pungent reek assaulting my nostrils and eyes viciously.

"I guess that makes sense." I muse out loud, before realising something, "That must mean you're like me."

"It does." Dwayne speaks up, finally interacting with me a little.

"You guys are vampires? I thought I was the only one in Santa Carla."

"We thought we were, but I guess we were all wrong." David shrugs, still coming closer.

"How the hell did we miss that?" Marko wonders aloud, Paul adding to the confusion.

"I missed it, too, so I don't know what happened, but I guess we found each other." I respond, wiping my hands on my jeans.

"Indeed." The leader smirks at me, having finally reached me, his blue eyes still fixed on mine, "Wanna come with us?"

I consider the offer, quickly coming to a conclusion.

"Sure, why not."

"Great. There's only one thing we need to ask you, though." David informs me, gesturing for me to follow him and the boys as they walk back to the Boardwalk, an action I find odd considering I'm covered in blood.

"Go on."

He sends a knowing glance at the rest of boys, chuckling a little as he senses my nerves picking up.

"How do you feel about riding a motorcycle?"

#the lost boys #joel schumacher #vampire #david(thelostboys)#kiefer sutherland #paul(the lost boys)#dwayne(the lost boys)#marko(the lost boys)#santa carla

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80s-roger · 4 years

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Flirty & Insistent

Pairing: 70s!Roger Taylor x Fem!Reader

note: female reader's ethnicity will not affect the person who reads it. She's just greek and she already has a name but the POV will be in second person.

also, i won’t post smuts/series as often as i did until next month, due to uni’s exams period. but i’ll reblog and stuff, u kno. I’ll work in the meanwhile your requests xx love you all

ps i worked hard on this one, i hope you like it as much as i did. feedback will be massively appreciated.

requested by anonymous:

"Plss write something smutty about roger being a massive flirt and being soo cheeky the reader(after trying acting indifferent and unimpressed) eventually gives in to the temptation of letting him have his way with her?? 💕💕 "

masterlist // dialogue prompts

summary: you left your country a decade ago to study in the UK and after graduating you established in Mallorca, Spain to work as a mixologist. That summer night, you're working for a party arranged by Queen's management to celebrate their "A Day At The Races" era success. The blonde drummer notices you fixing drinks with confidence and doesn't lose the chance to flirt with you. He's just trying too hard because you play it uninterested until he has his way with you.

word count: 3,933

warnings: surface sex, slow burn (becauase they were talking a lot before, idk if it really is a slow burn tho)

A huge party was taking place in Mallorca, with the famous rock band Queen being the main guests of the event. You were one of the bartenders so all you had to do that night was fixing drinks for every person until they'd be shitfaced. The preparations were ready: the event was hosted at the beachside, opposite the calm waves and the golden sand. The sunset was magical to stare at, ready to welcome the bright moon. You had a moment to appreciate it before guests would come at any moment. It was the only thing that reminded you of your ex without feeling angsty about it; you gotta admit you didn't break up with good terms. It was toxic, yet heartbreaking. You loved that man but he left after cheating on you. It's been half a year and you needed to give yourself a break from dating and making out regardless of how social your job is and how much flirt you've received.

The guests arrived, minute by minute they'd get from fifty to hundred. Many people were coming to your counter to order drinks and cocktails. Beautiful women and attractive men would try to flirt with you but turned them down politely saying while you're working you can't do otherwise so they respected it. All these people were actually invited by Queen, their management and the entire record company. They were all celebrating Queen's "A Day At The Races" success and certainly the band which were yet to be seen until midnight.

You were working your ass for a couple of hours now until the band showed up. You could tell by the huge welcoming. The applause, the cheers and definitely women cajoling over them. Here they were standing in the centre of attention, thanking everyone for supporting them and buying their records. Their music was playing at the stereo and you couldn't prevent yourself from jamming to their songs.

When their speech was over, everyone was free to do what they wanted so your bar counter was full again with people chatting and drinking. You saw the entire fucking band coming to your place, obviously for an order. You tried to stay calm because hands-off, you liked their music and fangirled a lot when you saw them live last year in London with your boyfriend.

"Hello beautiful, can I have some Moet & Chandon, please? I really need to celebrate!" Freddie spoke first, carrying a wide smile on his face.

"Sure." You kindly accepted his offer.

"I'd like the same with Freddie." Brian interrupted when you moved behind to grab the expensive bottle and open it.

"So do I." John added and you nodded to grab three glasses, for now.

"And you?" You turned your gaze to the blonde handsome drummer who was already checking you out, focusing especially on your face.

"What do you suggest?" He asked with his eyes being totally flirty.

"Ah, darling, just give us the bottle. Roger is kind of undecided when it comes to drinks." Freddie felt the weird vibe growing between Roger and you. John and Brian giggled, looking whether at Roger or you.

"Eh, our waiter will do it for you. Just sit at your table and he'll take care of you." You kindly warned and he laughed.

"Oh, alright then love. We'll wait for our bottle." He laughed and left with his bandmates, leaving Roger and you alone.

"So? What do you suggest?" Roger turned his gaze back at your eyes.

"What do you feel like drinking? Something sweet, strong, alcohol-free?" You asked trying to help him but he was certainly not trying to find what to drink. He was clearly trying to flirt with you.

"Something to keep me up all night, I guess. But don't make me feel dizzy." He put on a crooked smile and hell, he was attractive as fuck. He knew how to play.

"Right, how does a mojito sound?" You recommended.

"Sounds nice and local." He smiled and you turned around to grab the ingredients. "Are you local? 'Cause your accent doesn't sound British to me." He asked, trying to start a conversation.

"Eh no, I am from the Mediterranean area though." You laughed after turning again to him.

"Italian?" He guessed.

"Greek." You answered.

"Oh, I've been to Greece twice." He started.

"Really? When?" You turned your gaze surprised. You had no idea he has come to Greece for holidays.

"Two years ago I was with my ex-girlfriend, in Santorini. The sunset there is amazing. And the next year I went with John and Brian to Crete. We needed a dose of some Mycenaean civilisation. Thankfully we weren't noticed by fans or anyone else. We were clearly there for tourism." He explained. You were impressed he's seen your country, visited two of the many islands your country has.

"Well, we had some political issues when you guys came to Greece. We were recovering from the junta and had some important historical issues by the end of 1974 so I doubt they'd run behind you, no offence." You laughed while fixing his drink.

"Oh, that's bad. But I understand. How come you're here in Mallorca being a bartender?" He asked and leaned closer to you. There was a nice conversation going on.

"Before junta ruled my country, I was sent to England to study because my parents thought I would be privileged. Now you see me in Mallorca because I work here and besides, I wanted to live somewhere that reminds me of Greece. Studying abroad has the privilege of learning a new culture, a new way of life and so on. Which is so wrong for the locals back home." You explained and cut a slice of lemon before having it ready for him.

"Wait, by saying it's wrong, you mean that..." his brain stopped working for a second trying to understand what you meant.

"Patriarchy is the keyword. They want women to get married at 18 and start a family. But obviously, women have to stay home." You were triggered at your words and internally thanked your parents for giving you the chance to go abroad.

"Cheers to your parents then. I wouldn't get the chance to meet you tonight." He was impressed by your short storytime. "How do I say bottoms up in Greek?" He laughed after you placed him his drink.

"It's pronounced áspro páto." You smiled after saying a Greek word. It must have been a year since you last spoke Greek. You haven't visited Greece for a long time. You found yourself in Mallorca. It's spiritually free and not restricting.

"So, I haven't asked you yet. What's your name?" Roger asked after drinking. He made an oddly satisfying grimace which meant he liked your drink.

"Oh, it's Ellen." You answered. His gaze was literally focused on you the entire time. He wouldn't give up this easy.

"So Ellen, make yourself a drink. It's a treat for you." He offered and you kindly accepted. It's not bad, you've been offered many times. Besides, you needed a drink to stay energised.

"Thank you, Mr Taylor." You thanked him and then his smile vanished.

"If you want us to be in good terms, it's gonna be Roger." His hand was warning you.

"Thank you, Roger." You slightly smiled. "It's just that..." you stopped and checked around if your boss is nearby. "We are obliged to speak to our guests in plural." You whispered and he nodded. Possibly understood the situation.

"So what are you doing later?" He asked after swallowing a sip of his mojito.

"We're cleaning the mess and we're heading homes." You said after drinking a shot. A treated drink.

"I'm not talking about your colleagues. I'm talking about you." He was straightforward. He was so into you, it was obvious.

"Oh well, I'll clean up the mess and I'm heading home." You changed the point of view trying to cut off his flirty attitude.

"When's that time? Dawn?" He guessed.

"Probably at the morning. It's a Queen party, I doubt people will leave before the sun rises." You rolled your eyes sarcastically.

"So..." he started. "Have you been listening to our music?" He asked.

"Yes, since your first album. It was brilliant for a newly formed band." You said with a huge smile on your face and he appreciated it. He appreciated that you didn't fangirl in front of him, having that humble and uninterested attitude. He liked feeling like a predator trying to catch his bait.

"What's your favourite song of A Day At The Races?" He asked. He likes talking to people about his music.

"Definitely Somebody To Love." You affirmed, feeling passionate about your answer, that it seemed you could relate your existence to this song.

"Oh, it's a band's fave too. Well, you relate to this song, don't you?" He asked and his body was closer to yours. The counter was the only thing beside you.

"I guess I do." You looked down for a moment, thinking of your ex but his hand touched your jaw trying to lift you up. Your eyes were looking into his and this is how you noticed how blue they eventually are. An ocean.

"Is it about a guy? I'm sure he doesn't deserve you." He tried to cheer you up with his soft smile.

"It's not that. It's..." you sighed. "Well, this is getting too personal." You pulled back trying to stop the situation. But he wouldn't abandon his try.

"Do you have any specific lyric of the song you relate the most?" He asked.

"Yes, there is that one: I've spent all my years in believing you but I just can't get no relief, Lord." You kind of explained the situation within a couple of lyrics. "He cheated on me. He had the audacity of saying it to my face and left without looking back or apologising." You nearly tore but tried to keep it for yourself. This is getting too personal and you're opening your heart to a stranger that you feel comfortable with. Maybe because you've been listening to him and his bandmates for years and you've seen him live too.

"You know..." he looked down for a second trying to find the words. "At least he was honest. He could keep you for his entertainment if things didn't work with the girl he possibly slept with." He tried to wake you, but he was right.

"I don't even know how long he was cheating on me. However, I did notice a weird behaviour in the last couple of months we were together." You answered.

"Be happy that you're not with him anymore. He took your love for granted. This is not how it works." He said with his eyes still focused on yours.

"You know, we once saw you live. Last year." You tried to avoid talking about your ex the entire time.

"Oh! That's great! Did I look nice?" He joked and he gained a laugh from you. That made him feel nice.

"Definitely, you always look nice." You took a moment to check him out. And hell, he looks and smells so nice.

"I'm flattered." He smiled and you pulled back again to do your job. You could see your boss staring at you. That wasn't good.

"You better get going, my boss is supervising us." You said and he got the hint. You were as cold as you could be.

"Sure, will I see you later?" He asked and stood up from his chair, ready to leave.

"No. I'll be too tired by then." You answered and he was saddened by your reply. He thought he had you. His flirting wasn't sufficient. Which means he had to try again.

He left and walked to his bandmates, they were there talking about their success until Roger joined their conversation but it changed as soon as he sat on the sofa next to Brian.

"So, how did it go Rog?" Freddie asked and they were all ready to hear.

"She seems so uninterested and hard to get, I have to try again." He took out one of his cigarettes, ready to smoke and think.

"Ah, your type of girls Roger." Brian laughed. "You like feeling a hunter don't you?" He added.

"Of course I do. But she recently broke up and I reckon she's still into him. How do women's brains work anyway?" He asked, frustrated.

"Oh darling, I don't see her as stuck with her ex as you think she is. She's been avoiding your flirting because she works here." Freddie had a point and John nodded.

"Just wait for her shift to end and make a move. She noticed you were flirting with her." John suggested and they all agreed to it.

"It's gonna take hours. She said it's possible for the party to end after dawn. She also has to clean up with her colleagues." Roger explained and turned his gaze back to you. But you were already looking at him and when you noticed, you turned back to your counter.

"Fine, then do it now," Freddie advised and Roger looked at you considered. "Wait where's she going?" Freddie asked after noticing your figure leaving your position.

"James, would you mind taking my place for a moment? I really need to use the bathroom." You called for your colleague who politely came to your counter.

"Sure, go ahead. I'll be here as long as you need." He smiled and you left for the bathroom to take a very needed pee.

"Shall I go after her?" Roger asked.

"Fucking go!" Freddie pushed Roger to run after you no matter how awkward it would be.

You walked in the staff-only bathroom, rushing to the toilet. After drinking a few shots, you needed to pee like a champion. When you pushed the flusher you unlocked your door and the very first thing you saw, was Roger standing at the wall.

"What the hell are you doing here, get out!" You were shocked by his presence and he wouldn't move.

"This is the only chance I have with you right now. Your boss can't see us." He came closer to you.

"No, but he'll get suspicious!" You tried to pull back until you reached the counter. Now you were sandwiched between Roger and the counter. There was no space between you. His face was coming closer to yours.

"I locked the door in any case." His nose tickled yours and his hands placed you on top of the counter, sitting now and having his bulge, against your area. That feeling is the shit.

"I work here, I can't..." you tried to refuse but the feeling of getting fucked couldn't stop you.

"I can't be in this toilet too, but here I am." His lips touched yours with passion and lust. His arms wrapped your waist and lowered down to your arse, squeezing it gently and your hands moved to his neck and his cheeks, trying to hug most of it. You haven't gotten kissed nor fucked for a long time.

Living on the west side of Europe had given you many opportunities. The situation you're currently now couldn't even be referred to Greek religious people as a joke. They'd freak out and tell you crap like you ashamed your honour, your family and your future husband. Your parents were too open-minded to let you live in West Europe and live your life as you wanted to. You had sex with your boyfriend at nineteen, with no need to be your first wedding night, you wear shorts on summers because you feel like it and now you're having a one night stand with a rockstar of a band you like and it's never gonna be the same anymore. You played it hard-to-get because you felt it was wrong. But it wasn't. It's just one more experience to add to your diary.

"Are you sure you want to do this, here?" He stopped the kiss for a second, to ask for your approval.

"Yes, but let it be fast, or I'll be in trouble." You checked at the door. "Are you certain the door's locked?" You asked.

"Yes, I am. It's just that..." he stopped.

"What?" You were scared he regretted it and he'd leave you like the mess you already are.

"I want to get more of you, but in this counter, I don't have the chance. I'll cope with it." He unbuttoned your suit while your hands tried to unzip his jeans.

"If you stay a little longer in Mallorca, you can get more of me." You winked and he smiled, thinking he has more chances with you.

"Works for me." He whispered and turned to your lips again for a passionate kiss.

He helped you with taking your suit off, now staying on your bra when your hands put his jeans down. "Mind taking your bra off?" He asked while his mouth travelled your neck, giving it soft kisses.

"I'd rather wear it..." you refused taking it off after gaining a lot of insecurities because of your ex-boyfriend. You remember him saying how small your breasts are and with that, no other man can see it. Your A-cups haven't be seen by any other man. Not even by your ex after the second time, you had sex with him.

"As you wish..." he didn't insist and pulled your skirt up, on your waist, with his bulge rubbing against your core and turning you instantly wet. "How long has it been?" He asked after noticing the humidity between your legs with his hand.

"Must be eight months. I'm out of practice." You sighed.

"Don't feel bad about it, I'll do the work. You're already wet for me. I like it." He bit his lower lip and turned to your lips again, for a deep kiss. "God, you are fat-bottomed aren't you?" He smiled between the kiss after squeezing your thighs and your small waist. "I'm starting to have a thing for greek girls." He complimented your body type and that boosted your low confidence level. With a simple move, he placed you against the mirror, taking your thong off your left leg to have clear access inside your wet area. His hand pulled his erected penis out of his black underwear, ready to thrust inside you.

"You better start before I cum untouched." You exhaled and balanced yourself at the counter.

He smirked and trusted inside you, feeling him completely weird inside you, maybe because you haven't had sex for more than half a year. The sensation was amazing and penetration was always the thing that released you from thoughts. His hands squeezed your thighs and each thrust was a try to pull you closer to his pelvis. You couldn't stop breathing heavily. You had to be quiet and so did he. It was a staff-only bathroom and the key was turned horizontally so no-one could break in with a spare key.

"Oh god, this is amazing..." you moaned at every pleasuring wave while your hands played with his blonde hair.

"Fuck, yes, you're so tight and wet for me." He tightened his teeth as he exhaled into your ear.

His thrusts were giving you the orgasm you haven't had for a long time. It was the tension between you, that made it more passionate but fast enough to make you come earlier than you thought. Soft whimperings coming from your mouth sent him the message that you were close enough and so was he. You could tell by his sharp thrusts, getting smoother and sudden. His gaze was focused on your eyes. Your sight was getting blurry and your legs began to shake; it happens when you reach your orgasm and it feels terrific.

"Ah, God..." you moaned and tilted your head behind, where the mirror is. "That was so refreshing." You gasped after wearing your thong again.

"Ain't gonna lie, but this WC shag was the best I had." He laughed and wore his underwear and jeans again.

"I can't make comparisons to it, I've only had two boyfriends in my life and this is my first time fucking a stranger at my workplace's restroom." You buttoned your suit and stood up from the counter to fix yourself.

"Stranger?" He asked confused.

"Stranger, Roger. I mean, I do know you're a rockstar, a member of my favourite band and I've seen you live once but it won't change the fact you're a stranger. I know you as a persona, not as a person. You get it?" You tried to explain how it feels.

"Oh, I see." He nodded. "Will I see you again? I want to know you as a person if you want that too." He suggested.

"Sure." You kissed his cheek gently, letting him take the lead. You wanted him to make the move. "I'll just walk out from the WC first and make sure no one sees you when you get out." You said and walked through the door until someone tried to get in. A knock on the door was heard.

"Ellen, are you still in there?" It was James.

"Yes, I'm coming." You internally panicked and hinted at Roger to hide in the toilet. "Hey James, is everything alright?" You asked after opening the door.

"Yes, I wanted to check on you. You were absent for a quarter. Are you okay? You look like a mess." James liked you for a long period of time but he wasn't your type. He's way too cute for your standards.

"Yeah, I'm fine... I just felt a little dizzy and wanted to wash my face with cold water. I needed it." You lied after checking your face in the mirror. You were red as a tomato.

"Oh, fine then. You should get back to your post. The boss has been looking for you." He pointed outside and you felt really bad about it. Your boss suspects you since the moment you started chatting with the blonde man hiding in the toilet.

"Alright, I'll be back in a minute." You closed the door to his face and rushed to the toilet where Roger was hiding.

"You're a cute little liar, aren't you?" He teased and gave you a little slap on your butt cheek.

"I won't be anymore if my boss finds out." You rushed, trying to leave the toilet.

"How will I reach you?" He asked trying to learn your phone number.

"Just come at my post and I'll hand you a drink." You declared and left the room, heading fastly at your post. You stared at the Queen members, looking at you all smiles and winks. They probably knew what happened a quarter ago.

You fixed another drink for Roger, trying to look calm and relaxed. But you weren't. You were tense and it could be seen. Two minutes later, Roger came to your counter again with a crooked smile on his face, waiting for the drink. He was looking whether at his bandmates or you. There was absolute silence.

"Here's your drink." You smiled and handed his drink with a small paper around the glass. He carefully grabbed the paper so it couldn't be seen and walked away, heading to the balcony.

He grabbed the paper, unfolded it and there was your phone number and a note in it: "thanks for giving me a good time Rog"

He smirked at your note and placed it in his pocket, anticipating the moment he'd call you.

#queen #queen band #roger taylor #Roger Meddows Taylor #roger taylor imagine #roger taylor smut #roger taylor x female reader #roger taylor x oc #roger taylor x you #roger taylor fic #one shot

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andrewjostn · 5 years

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So I based this off of this song about a girl who likes to dance with her ghosts and doesn't want to leave, so I turned this into a fic about kit (+livvy, will, tessa, Jem, and some tlh peeps), a sad but sweet kinda thang I hope you guys enjoy it

@allyreynclds bc idk your undying support makes my heart go 💓💞✨

also sorry if there is no keep reading thing, if i use my computer it changes it to look weird if you look at the high school fic you'll understand, it changes into html on my phone when it wasn't on my laptop,, if anyone knows how to help please message me!!

Kit wordlessly walked through the halls of his now home for a year, there was a book placed under his arm and a look of concentration on his face as if he was trying to remember something important.

He silently pushed the door to the ballroom open the only sound the creaking of the door as it was moved. Kit closed the door behind him with a quiet thud, he leant against the door and sighed.

After a moment Kit moved across the floor the only sound his echoing footsteps against it. He reached the piano that was placed towards the back of the room and sat down at it. He placed the book he had purchased on the small stand.

Jem had mentioned how Jace plays piano and how Will had also played piano, Kit didn't know who Will was but Jem had spoke about him with great fondness and love in his eyes. So Kit had thought the only right thing was to try and learn piano and by how he was going it was hard.

Moments later he let his head fall with a clunk onto the piano, he couldn't understand these notes for the life of him or understand which keys were which, he closed his book and sighed. He needed something that would take his mind away.

Kit had been having a great time in Devon but even in the times admist that fun the thought of Ty would slip in his head no matter how unwelcome it was.

Kit placed his fingers over the keys and decided to screw it, he didn't need to learn off a book he could learn by how it sounded and what sounded right. Silently he closed his eyes and let his fingers glide across the keys making a beautiful yet heart-wrenching melody.

When Kit had finished he opened his eyes and stared in disbelief, he did that. He looked up from the piano and saw a shimmery figure of a girl sitting on the piano.

"That was beautiful, Kit."

Kit held the urge to get up and run towards her with a hug. "Livvy." His voice was just a whisper but she heard it. "H-how are you here?" He asked slowly getting up, tears now glistened on his cheeks.

"It takes a lot of my energy to leave Ty but I had to pay a visit to see," she faltered slightly, "there are many other people who would like to see you too." Livvy said calmly.

"If you mean anyone from LA then—"

"No, I don't mean anyone from LA." Livvy stood up from the piano and moved over towards Kit. "You play the piano like one of your ancestors, horribly sad music from the heart."

Kit looked at her in question but her gaze wasn't on him it was on a figure who had appeared behind him. Kit whirled around to see another shimmy figure this time with black hair and blue eyes. The man made a disappointed sound.

"What is it with all the Herondales these days having blonde heads," He seemed to be visibly upset by this until he moved his gaze to Kit's face.

"Who—uh Livvy?" Kit asked looking sidelong at her.

"He is rather caught up on how none of the Herondales had inherited his dark hair," She said clearly amused, "He's Will Herondale, Kit."

Kit looked at Will with newfound interest, so this was Jem and Tessa's Will, the person they talked about both with so much love and sadness.

Kit quickly wiped the tears off of his cheeks before turning back around to see Will staring at the ballroom floor.

"How are my Jem and Tessa?" He asked airily.

Kit didn't know what to say really, they are going to have a baby? they are very happy? He settled on the latter. "They are quite happy,"

Will nodded smiling ever so slightly, "Tell them I'm waiting for the days we can all be reunited once more."

In almost a blink of an eye the ballroom floor was covered in shimmering figures. Kit watched as Will moved into the crowd and took the hand of lady with the same dark hair and blue eyes, her own partner frowning in calm dislike.

Somewhere the sound of music started playing and the shimmering figures started finding their partners and dancing.

"Who are all these people?" Kit asked in wonder, watching as the figures moved around the room like water in a stream. It was rather beautiful.

"Well the hand that Will took was his sister's, Cecily Lightwood, she married Gabriel Lightwood who Will and him share quite a dislike for each other though it's settled to they won't admit they like each other."

Kit nodded, so some of these people were his family and others his friends family, it was quite a beautiful scene.

"Who are those two?" Kit had gestured to a couple one with dark hair and gold eyes and the other dark red hair and black eyes. The boy looked like he didn't want to be dancing but was doing it anyways for his partner.

"That's James Herondale and Cordelia Carstairs, they are married too. James is one of Will and Tessa's children and Cordelia is Emma's ancestor, back then Cordelia had Cortana."

Kit nodded completely taken in by all these people, "How do you know who all these people are."

"I was dead for a little while Kit, and while they had all moved on sometimes we like to visit the earthly plain." She said calmly.

Kit continued to ask who people were and Livvy would answer. Names were swirling around his head, Anna, Grace, Lucie, Alastair, Matthew, Thomas, Gideon, Alexander, Sophie, Charlotte, Henry... parabatai, married, friends... there were so many families and they were all so close.

Eventually Livvy looked at Kit, "Would you like to dance with me?"

Kit smiled, "Of course."

Kit and Livvy moved onto the dance floor, Kit lifted his hand which Livvy tentatively placed her own over hovering slightly over his. Kit held his hand at her waist keeping from touching her and Livvy keeping her hand a hairs breath away from Kit's shoulder.

At first their movement was clunky until each adjusted to not being able to touch the other and they moved as gracefully as they could.

"How's Ty been?" Kit asked, breaking the silence between them. He looked away from her face, they looked so alike it made his heart ache.

"He's doing okay, he has been better. I'm sure he would be better with you there instead of a ghost sister." She said shaking her head ever so slightly.

Kit sighed, "I—just, yeah—" He gave up trying to form words and decided to look around the room instead.

All the shimmering figures together were beautiful, Kit's breath hitched in his throat so he turned his gaze back to Livvy.

"When will you go?" Kit asked the feeling of sadness washing over him like the ocean does over sand.

"Soon, my energy is draining," She hesitated for a moment, "Once I leave they will leave too, except Will he'll stick around a bit longer." She said smiling a little sadly.

"I'm sure he'll keep great company," Kit said smiling slightly, "not as great as yours though."

Livvy smiled. "I must go." She said sadly reaching up to Kit's face to wipe away a tear he didn't know he had shed, she quickly dropped her hand realising she couldn't touch him.

"If I never see you again, this was nice." Kit said wiping away his tears as more took their place, he watched as Livvy slowly disappeared and soon the others began fading too and the music coming to a halt.

Kit now stood alone on the dance floor, not exactly alone just as Livvy said Will had stuck around.

"I know I'm not exactly the one you wanted to stay, but I'll do my best." He said warily offering a smile.

Kit nodded, quickly wiping his tears away, "It's okay, she has a brother that needs more care than me besides I have you." He grinned openly, barely any hints of sadness.

Will smiled too.

Kit heard footsteps on the echoing floors and looked away from Will to see Tessa and Jem walking towards him.

"There you are, Kit," Jem said smiling warmly. He always smiled at Kit and looked at him with a kind expression, Kit appreciated it a lot.

"Dinner's ready, we didn't want to start without you." Tessa said smiling too. They both smiled and loved Kit so much, it was almost a shock sometimes.

"Okay," He looked over to Will who was watching the two a sad smile on his face, "But we are going to need an extra chair for our guest." He said smiling. Will looked over in surprise but he too smiled.

"Guest?" Tessa asked raising her eyebrows slightly, clearly intrigued.

"Yeah, Will." Kit said smiling at Jem and Tessa looking sidelong at Will. "I guess there will be some catching up then."

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thetrueenemyofhumanity · 7 years

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You know, I've been kinda curious to hear someone else's take on this: s/o finding Genji after (immediately, while Hanzo is still present) / during (at the very last moment) his confrontation with Hanzo (the one where Hanzo tries and kinda, but not really, kills Genji, so not the one in the Dragons animatic). Do what you'd like with this, I'm just curious on what others think about what would have happened albeit how it happened. :)

Okay well Genji has no dialogue in here and this is shit and rambling (and i did not set the scene right AT ALL). Also idk did Overwatch or Blackwatch step in first but since Angela is Overwatch I just went for that. Ah sure it’s bullshit anyway.

It had been almost an hour yet you still waited for Genji inthe same place you always did: the gazebo that sat in the gardens beforeShimada castle. He showed you how to sneak in and avoid the guards (which hehad paid off, but he did not tell you this, for he knew you loved the sense ofdanger). But as much as you loved danger, this wait was making you uneasy. Heshould be here. He’s always here! Wrapping his jacket tighter around yourself,you prayed he would be here soon. As the minutes dwindled, so did your phonebattery. You never turned it off, desperately awaiting a message from him. Justas you were about to give in and call him, angry yelling from inside the castlereached your ears. Your heart skipped as you recognised one of the voices to beGenji’s. The other was clearly Hanzo. You knew little of the older Shimada,only that he gave you a look of disgust whenever he saw you with Genji.

Between the shouts, you could make out the sound of clashingsteel. It took a moment for you to place the sound, until it dawned on you itwas sword on sword. Your heart stopped and you raced from your hiding spot,stumbling on rocks as you raced to the door. As you burst into the hall yourworld crumbled before your eyes. Genji was weary, soaked in blood, sword knockedto the far side of the room. Hanzo stood behind him, sword in hand.

“Genji!” you screamed.

He looked over his shoulder and locked eyes with you. Yourheard shattered as you saw the fear and helplessness that filled them. Hanzo,however, was undisturbed by your screams. With a yell he swung the swordupwards, slicing the man you loved from waist to shoulder, going through himwith enough force to slice the tapestry before him. Blood splattered acrossHanzo as Genji fell to the ground at his feet. In this moment you didn’t eventhink. You ran to him, stooping to claim Genji’s sword as you sped over. AsHanzo went to deliver the final blow, his blade was stopped inches away fromhis brother by you. He looked up from the linked swords to snarl at you. Youstared back at him with just as much anger.

“You want to kill him, you’ll have to go through me!” yougrowled, eyes blazing with fury. You had no idea how to handle a sword. Sure,Genji showed you a few tricks, but you could never beat Hanzo. But you were notgoing to give in.

“This is none of your concern. This is family business. Ihave my orders,” Hanzo snapped, putting more pressure on his sword, forcingyours down by an inch. Despite the pain in your wrists, you were not going toallow it to dip any lower than that.

“Family?” you breathed, “This is how you treat family? You’dkill your own brother because some old bastards tell you it’s for the good ofthe clan? There will be no clan left because of you, Hanzo! They will turn onyou too and the only person who would have your back- who actually loves you-you just murdered!”

Hanzo’s face soften as it dawned on him what he had done. Hestraightened and dropped the sword. Once you knew it was safe, you dropped toyour knees beside Genji, his blood immediately soaking into your clothes. Hewas gasping for air like a fish out of water, eyes unfocused as he struggled tostay conscious.

“Genji,” you sobbed, cradling his head, “Genji I’m here. I’vegot you.”

Hanzo took a step towards you, causing your attention tosnap to him.

“Get away from him!” you screamed.

Hanzo stilled for a moment, speechless. A moment ago helooked terrifying with his brother’s blood smeared across his face, but now helooked terrified. A beat passed before he turned on his heels and fled. In thesilence that followed, you cautiously turned Genji to hold his dying body inyour arms. He struggled to breath, let alone speak, but he was desperate totell you one last time. He could only mouth, “I love you” with trembling lips. Youpressed your forehead to his, fat tears dripping onto his face. Your achingchest made it hard to breath, the weight of your world falling apart actuallyfeeling as though it was crushing you. You weren’t ready to say goodbye. In allhonesty, you never would be. But for it to end like this? Or maybe this was notto be the end.

Heavy footsteps, many of them, came bursting through thedoors. Agents flooded the room, circling you, weapons trained on the both ofyou. You held Genji closer to you, shielding his body with your own. One agent,a tall blonde in a large blue trench, approached you.

“Doctor Ziegler? There’s been an incident. Prep for immediateresponse,” he said into his comm line as his eyes raked over Genji’s body. Hisblue eyes shifted to you. “It’s alright, we’re here to help. We’re going to dothe best we can to save him, you have my word.”

“W-who are you people?” you sniffed.

“We are Overwatch.”

#overwatch #genji #drabble #genji x reader #genji writing #swing dolly swing #Im going to go to sleep night all ill do better tomorrow

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capn-charlie · 7 years

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idk if you saw this but marlene gave us a new emison line on twitter ("I'm sorry I tossed and turned all night") can you do a quick drabble based off that line? :)

Drabble idea: Alison asks Emily to move in with her. Fluff included.

I’m combining these two drabble ideas because, if I had written them separately, they would’ve been much shorter (plus they flow nicely here):

Emily and Alison get ready for their shifts at Rosewood High, the blonde walking around the bedroom while throwing on an outfit whereas the other girl sits on the edge of the bed, rubbing her eye with the bottom of her palm because she’s been so damn drained due to this stupid board game and every other clusterfuck she’s been trying to deal with. Alison glances in her direction, noting her sleepy attitude, and a sad smile makes its way onto her face.

“Didn’t sleep well?” the blonde’s voice is knowing and maybe laced with a small amount of teasing.

“You couldn’t tell?” Emily answers, a tiny, exhausted laugh exiting her throat.

“No, I could,” Alison nods, sitting next to Emily on the edge of the mattress, “but I figured I’d ask, anyway.”

“Yeah,” the brunette shakes her head, bowing it a fraction while rubbing her forehead, “I’m sorry I tossed and turned all night.”

Alison notes her regretful voice, sensing that Emily thinks it would bother her to the point of being overwhelmingly annoyed. It didn’t, realistically, but only made the blonde wonder if there’s something wrong within Emily’s mind ━ aside from the obvious, “we’re being tortured” reason.

“Is everything okay, Em?” Alison turns her body and rubs Emily’s back, scratching her nails along the girl’s shirt because she knows that it’s comforted the brunette in times beforehand.

“I don’t know,” Emily answers honestly. “I think I’m just stressed, at this point. I’ll be fine.”

“Are you sure?”

“I just feel bad for keeping you awake with my restlessness,” brown eyes look into blue. “Maybe I should start sleeping at the loft again. At least I had a reason to toss and turn while sleeping on the couch.”

Alison chuckles at the statement, shaking her head, “You don’t really think I’d let you go back to sleeping there, do you?”

“Ali, you need your sleep,” Emily offers the care and, again, Alison laughs at her words, being given a frown.

“Em, I don’t care how annoying you think you are in any situation,” Alison smiles. “I sleep better when you’re here.”

The other girl nods, not exactly believing it but not arguing for the sake of keeping Alison happy.

“Actually,” the blonde continues before Emily’s thoughts can get too far, “I was planning on asking if you’d like to stay here… permanently.”

Emily feels taken aback by the suggestion, so Alison grins nervously and shrugs, taking a deep breath before saying, “I just feel more comfortable with you staying here and I think it’s a good idea.”

“Are you… positive?” she feels the need to ask, primarily because it’s not like they’ve totally defined whatever they are ━ not to say they haven’t discussed what that kiss, weeks ago, meant because, after a bit of dancing around the subject, they finally━

“If you don’t want to, you don’t have to,” the blonde backtracks, “but you stay here often enough and there’s plenty of room for you to put your stuff.”

The other girl nods with a growing smile, feeling butterflies consuming her insides while blue eyes study her with love and a comforting shade, feeling as though they are together without the label.

“The offer’s there, if you want to take it,” Alison coaxes with a convincing tone. “You and your restless mind are both welcome here, I promise.”

“Okay,” Emily whispers, smiling hard.

“Okay?” Alison’s expression is even more childlike, grinning heavily. “You’ll move in?”

“Yeah,” her decision is final and Alison hears the tone, suddenly locking eyes with Emily and swallowing hard because they’ve only kissed once or twice since she explained that she’s been experiencing some confusing feelings, but━

She internally declares that it’s time to nip her confusion in the ass, cupping Emily’s cheek with one hand and bringing her closer so she can kiss her. The kiss is short but sweet, coming with an overall feeling of being natural as opposed to conflicted. Alison allows her lips to linger near Emily’s, their eyes briefly flickering open before kissing once more. When another inch of distance is put between them, they both smile, knowing that living together is going to bring a new closeness that’s nerve-wracking yet exciting.

#answered ask #emison fic #emison drabble #emison

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codename-bewareofthefangirl · 7 years

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I saw that you did match-ups, and if it's not too much trouble could you do one for me? (KnB & Haikyuu!) >~

Hey, it’s the girl who thinks she’s an alien from the matchup request. I talk way too much for my own good, so I had to make a part two to elaborate. I’m a bit critical of myself. I know “won” the genetics lottery (basically curvy Barbie but with less plastic), but I always feel something could be.. better. I make awkward comments to try and get people to like me (it doesn’t work). I’m socially awkward and fidgety. When I’m comfortable, I can dish out sarcastic comments, anti-jokes, and quips.(takes off “anon” so this is easier) You know when you thought, “great, that weird alien-Barbie chick is gone. Now I can move on with my life.” *Busts down the door* I’M BAAAAACK. PART 3 (out of whatever, idk) Just minor details. -I’m an INFJ -I’m aiming for the Ivy League -forgot to mention I have dark humor too -let’s be real, I’m a whiny brat. -*cough* pretentious *cough cough* -I’m the least patient person -will not put up with bs -no rap or pop, hit me with classical and swing. PART 4!!! (It’s late so these are all weird) -will actually latch onto you like a leech if I want something -Is asexual (bi-romantic) -Is actually the “this is fine” meme -I’ve come to the conclusion I’m too selfish to ever have kids. I’m not sure if I could put their lives before mine. -I’m not sure if I even want to marry -I want to be women’s rights activist and author. I think part five should be the last one. I wanted to explain my appearance and style. You put up w/ me! Yay!! -I’m very busty and curvy -I have fine, shoulder length blonde hair -blue eyes -a bit tan -tall -unruly eyebrows For my style, I’m a bit all over the place. But I love to wear nice jeans, combat boots, a dark hunter green, and a brown leather jacket. It’s probably the most confidence inducing outfit I have. I also have a helix piecing in my right ear and wide framed glasses.

Hi Alien-chan! How are you dear? Sorry if I’ve made you wait! *pats her head* You’re really a complex yet interesting person. I wish you good luck for all your projects and ambitions, you seems very strong so do your best!

In Kuroko No Basket Universe

Akashi Seijuurou lovesto spend his time with you.

Akashi is very patient and fond of you, so you don’thave to worry. He doesn’t deal with you, he truly enjoys being with you. Hehas learnt how to make you comfortable and doesn’t have problem waiting for youto be ready or in the right mood to go out or talk to others. When you have ano-day, he does his best to help you out and spends all his time comfortingyou.

He always listens to you and your ideas with theutmost seriousness and attention. He values you to be a strong and capablegirl, loving to spend time chatting with you. He never makes fun of you and youcan be free of being spoiled or whiny with him. Well, he loves making you happyand spoiling you, so it’s okay. He wants to see you smiling and laughing allthe time.

He helps you out with all of your projects andambitions, if you need something he’s gonna do it for you, and supports yourevery choice.

He finds you perfect in every way as you are andrepeats it continuously to you, so that one day you’re gonna believe in it.Your awkward side is cute and funny to him. He laugh and chuckles every timeyour sarcastic inner-self surfaces and believes it’s really amusing.

He plays the piano just for you every time you need itand likes to spend time with you on the couch reading together. He also readseverything you write and gives constructive opinions about it; he collectsevery articles you publish and helps you studying when you need it.

In Haikyuu!!Universe

Aone Takanobu isfond of you.

This silent giant is completely head over heels foryou. He believes that you and all your little imperfections are perfect in yourown way. He’s patient (for both) and caring, ready to hear you out every time. Youcan whine and pout, yet he’ll do his best to make you happy and will not bediscouraged.

He takes you seriously and enjoys listening you talkabout the things you like or you would like to do. He supports you and encouragesyou to do your best, because he knows you can do it.

You listen to classic music together, sharingheadphones, and relax on the couch reading or playing videogames. He’s not verygood at first so you’ve to teach him. He helps you focusing when you havehomework and come to pick you up after your activities. He enjoys when you readaloud what you’ve written.

He protects you and make you comfortable when he seesyou fidgeting or feeling uncomfortable. He’s not very vocal but always makessure you know that he loves you and cares for you.

Your cats love him and he loves them too.

#Matchup

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