#did hell freeze over when i wasn't paying attention

[emphistic]

Interlude

A/N: did i write this in half an hour? yes. am i crazy? of course.

"Ah ah ah. I never said you could leave yet."

You immediately stopped in your tracks upon hearing a familiar deep, raspy voice at your back, coming from the confines of your shared bed.

"Where the hell do you think you're going?"

You whipped your head around, and were met with a set of half-lidded eyes in a shade of deep red. Their owner was propped up on one elbow atop the messy sheets, yawning loudly before running his long fingers through his unruly locks.

Sukuna was never a morning person, and his shifts always started later in the afternoon, so he always used it to his advantage.

Blinking once, twice, thrice, as you nervously averted your gaze away from your very enticing boyfriend, who only continued to stare at you sleepily.

The thought of going back to lay in your comfortable, warm bed was already something you wanted to do terribly, but adding Sukuna into the mix, too? This was like trying to drain the sea.

Merely one look at the pink-haired man, who was only covered waist-down by the blankets on his legs, was enough to pull you back beneath the covers and curl into his side.

However, you had already called sick two times in only a fortnight, and those bills were not going to pay themselves.

Unfortunately for you, or not unfortunately, you and Sukuna had been over this many times. Sukuna always told you, "I don't understand why you keep going back to that shitty job anyway. Just let me take care of you back in my place, I provide substantially for the both of us, anyway."

And besides, there really wasn't a way out for you no matter what.

Sukuna had had so many clients back-to-back lately, that he was forced to stay at the tattoo shop for nights on end. On top of that, Choso was unavailable for God knows why, so Sukuna had to fill in for him as well. And if that wasn't enough, sessions would take longer than expected because clients just wouldn't stop flirting with him, moving or twitching, accidentally messing up his work, talking so obnoxiously to the point Sukuna couldn't even pay attention, etc.

Only recently — just the night before, he was finally granted the chance to come home to you.

And you best believe he was going to spend every hour, minute, and second reminding you that you were his, and his only.

Not even your job's employee, apparently. Sorry not sorry.

But, it's not like you wanted to leave him anyway. You had missed Sukuna as much as he had missed you, if not more.

Phone calls while he was on break, sending memes through your text messages, playing together on Game Pigeon, FaceTimes while eating lunch together, were your only escapes from the sad, miserable Adult Life, into just Sukuna and You World.

"Baby, you know I have to. But I'll be back before you know it, okay? And besides, you need the free time. They've been working you nonstop—"

"I'm fine, not even tired. Don't you dare worry your pretty little head about me. As for free time . . ," Sukuna's held a mischievous glint to them, "how about you spend my free time with me?"

You bit your lip, in contemplation. Although you knew, clear as day, what would happen in the end despite everything.

Deciding to make a run for it, you swung your legs over the bed and planted your bare feet on the freezing-cold floor of your apartment. But before you could even stand up, a thick arm swiftly made its way around your waist and pulled you back to meet a hard, bare chest.

Sukuna was now sitting up.

You lightly gasped, as he brought his lips to your ear, his warm breath tickling your skin.

"Don't think you can run away from me just yet, doll. I haven't seen you in days, and I'm not going to be apart from you for another second."

You squirmed in his grasp, but when you realized his strong hold around your middle wasn't going to let up any time soon, you sighed, and, left with no choice, only slumped back against his chest.

Sukuna grinned, victorious, once again.

The rays of the early sun filtered through the cheap window blinds, and you fluttered your eyelashes, squinting to hide away from the inevitable.

"Yeahh," Sukuna laughed, "that's right, princess. Just listen to me from now on."

You frowned, turning your head around to narrow your eyes at Sukuna.

"Now, what can we do with all this free time? I'm thinking we should try something new." Sukuna raised a brow teasingly, twisting your body around and settling you onto his lap with your thighs on either side of his.

"Don't get too ahead of yourself, mister. I'm only staying for five more minutes," you crossed your arms.

Sukuna placed both of his large hands on your hips; it seemed like that was their default resting spot. Every chance he got, they would always end up there. No matter the setting or occasion.

Sukuna let out a deep laugh, "We'll see about that."

-

"Five minutes? You said? Either way, I don't think you're even able to move your legs at this point and walk out of this room."

"S'kuna, you're—ngh—not funny!" Your nipples hardened, and rubbed raw against the material of your shirt.

You braced yourself by placing both hands on the headboard, but it didn't look like anything could help stable you now.

Sukuna licked a stripe up your dampening clit.

Your situation wasn't looking too good. It didn't help that your asshole of a boss just had to call you right then and there.

[hoshigray]

I WANT TOJI TO GUIDE ME (like literally almost teach me) HOW TO GIVE HIM HEAD PLZZZZ

Ohhhh, I don't know how tf I'm gonna write this, but here we go!! Hope I did alright on this one hehehe~ *sweats nervously*

Cw: Toji x fem!reader - oral (m! receiving) - it starts off cute but gets dirty, so minors DNI - reader admiring Toji's dick lol - face+throat-fucking (Toji goes at a reasonable pace) - pet names (angel, baby, cutie, sweetie, mama) - heavily detailed descriptions of a blowjob - praise - Toji laughing at you asking him to help bc what are boyfriends for, but you get a laugh out of it too - some humor. Wc: 2.8k

"You okay, kid?"

"Hmm?"

"You look lost in thought about somethin'."

"I do?" He lifts a brow and nods at you. "Oh, it's nothing, Toji, honest." The man looks at you for a few seconds as if he doesn't believe your answer, yet he goes back to watching the television, and the big hand on your shoulder brings you closer to him.

It's a lazy Sunday afternoon, and you and Toji are watching your favorite sitcom on the couch in your living room. But the show wasn't capturing your attention like it usually does. Instead, your mind wandered to other matters. Other...explicit matters.

How explicit? The two of you have been together for a long while now, and you can honestly say things have been going great. For him to be your first serious relationship — plus him being older and more mature than you — it's nice to know that things have been going way smoother than you'd thought in the beginning.

Although things may seem fine, something has been clouding your head recently. This is where explicit matters come into the conversation.

Through all this time together, it just occurred to you that you haven't given Toji head. Scratch that: you've NEVER given a blowjob, period.

It's always been the other way around. Not that you're complaining, because your boyfriend seems to enjoy eating you out. And he's actually good at it! Like, really good at it. Just reminiscing all the moments he's had you turn into jelly with just his scarred lips and relentless tongue is enough to make you go dizzy.

It's a pleasure how attentive he is to you during sex. And you appreciate that he cares for you in that regard...yet you can't help but feel like you're not a good partner in bed with your lack of reciprocity.

And it's not like you don't want to give him head. Because trust, you would've done so already! The real problem is that...you don't know how.

You've watched videos and read articles on how to do it, even practicing on a banana (per your friend's advice). Nevertheless, whenever you wish to initiate; or the opportunity arises, you just freeze on the spot and force yourself to forget about it. It's as if researching and amping yourself up is way easier than the execution.

Though, you can't just let your man be the only person doing the work — sex is supposed to be enjoyable for both parties, damn it! And you're gonna push yourself to have his dick in your mouth one way or the fucking other! But......where the hell do I start!!??

You release a defeated sigh, bringing your hand up to massage your forehead from the endless banter in your brain. And Toji watches you from his peripheral, his brows drawing downward at your display of frustration. "Alright," his gruff voice snaps you back to him as he lowers the TV volume. "What's goin' on in your lil' head, baby?"

You blink at his question. "Hmm? What do you—"

"Aht aht, don't do that with me." His jade eyes harden, and you hold back from finishing whatever you were going to say. "Somethin's wrong, so tell me. I'm over here watchin' this stupid show that you dragged me on to, and you're not even paying attention."

"Hey! It is not stupid," you counterargue, and use his comment to dissuade him from the topic. "You were very invested last week when my favorite character punched the guy she likes for stabbing her in the back! So who are you to—"

"Y/n." It didn't work. Your name was thrown at you with such seriousness that there was no use in trying to distract him. "Tell me what's goin' on. If somethin' is bothering you, don't be scared to come to me about it." He says it sternly, yet he's still gentle with his delivery.

"Toji..." You can only call him by name before he leans forward to kiss your forehead, and it almost melts all your worries away.

"Tell me."

The two of you look at each other for mere seconds, you searching for any sign of uncertainty before confessing your thoughts to him. You sigh once more and lean onto Toji, his hand rubbing on your shoulder — a silent gesture of him giving you all the time you need before confiding with him.

You told him, "Don't laugh, okay?"

He scoffs. "Can't make promises I can't keep, kid." His smile manifests when you shake your head at his shenanigans. "I won't laugh, angel."

When he uses the pet name on you, it seals the deal. It's now or never.

"I was just thinking that...I might need your help with something."

A brow is lifted. "With what?"

"Umm, it's..." Your fingers find each other to fiddle with to keep you busy from the awkward tension. "It's for......y-you know—"

"I don't know."

"I-ahem-I want," you can only gulp to ease the uncomfortable bob in your throat. ".........Iwannagiveyouablowjob."

No words. No movements. Nothing. Only the noise from the TV gives a sense of life to the silence following your confession. Even the big hand on your shoulder chose to remain completely still. And you can feel the slight quiver of your lips start to come to fruition.

Nothing happens until you feel a jolt on the shoulder you're resting on. Your face blooms hot, and your lips can't fight the uncomfortable twinge. Oh, this motherfucker is about to laugh.

"Is...Is that—ahem," A tiny gust of wind exits through his nostrils, trying to extinguish the beginning of a chortle. "Is that what was botherin' you this entire time?"

Now your ears get hot, and all you can think about is how you'll dig a nice big hole for yourself to crawl in later. God, why me??!

"W-Well, I mean, I notice how you're always doing it on me," another jolt from the older man. "And...I just feel like I'm not doing my part." He lifts his hand from your shoulder and rests it on his face. Fits of chuckles silently enter the air. "But I don't know how to....do that kinda stuff. So, I was just wondering—" He starts smacking his thigh, and with the twitch of your eyebrow, you've had enough. "Toji, I swear to Christ, if you don't fucking stop—"

And with that, the floodgates opened. The laughs he was doing a terrible job suppressing wheezed out, his hand covering his eyes while the shit-eating grin was present with laughter seeping out his system. You cover your face with your hands, shielding away from the embarrassment and not letting him hear giggles of your own.

"Oh shit, c'mere ya damn cutie." Toji pulls you in with both arms, caging you so he can place a kiss on your temple. "Pfft, kid, I'm not laughing at you. But goddamn, you looked so fuckin' stressed fr' no reason."

"But it is a reason!" You chuckle under your hands, only prompting your boyfriend to laugh harder. Once he calms down, you explain yourself further. "Toji, I'm serious. We've been together for this long, and it's always been me getting eaten out. I just think it's unfair that I get to feel good and you don't, ya know?"

He snickers. "I'm always feelin' good when I fuck the shit out of you."

"You KNOW that's not the same thing!!" Toji barks a laugh from you yelling at him, and you can't take this anymore. Removing yourself from him, you get up from the couch before you sink further into the internal pool of regret. "Just forget it. This conversation never happened...I'll just go to sleep." And hopefully, die of suffocation from my pillow.

However, before you could step toward your bedroom, Toji quickly caught your wrist. You reluctantly turn to see him looking at you with a playful smirk and soft hooded emerald eyes. "Not so fast there, sweetie." His hand slides down to fully grasp your hand, engulfing it with his size. "Ya know, you're a real cutie when worryin' about me. But don't go thinking you're not making me feel good, because you do with what you got. I woulda found someone else if you didn't." You briefly glare at him, though you know he has a point.

"Yeah, I know. But I want to do more. You always take good care of me, so...I wanna do the same for you." And Toji knows you're serious about this. It doesn't matter if you can't look directly at him because of your bashfulness; your words are sincere. God, you looked so cute it drove him crazy.

He sighs quietly with a smirk, his thumb making circles on the back of your palm. "Well, if you're really sure about putting y'r mouth on my dick," and before you could fully process his words, the older man spreads his legs for your eyes to observe. And the first thing that corrupts your vision is the outline of his erect cock, the tent prominent through his dark sweatpants. "Looks like ya got yourself a lesson. Up for it?"

You gawk at his erection for three extra seconds before you look at your boyfriend and give him a nod for confirmation. Seems like your plans of suffocation and dying in a hole have been postponed to another day.

Toji grins hard, his teeth peeking through under his scar, and then he points to the floor with his chin. As instructed, you kneel between his legs.

He pulls down the waistband of his sweatpants, freeing his cock from the clothed prison for you. And you're in awe with the sight before you. Of course, you've known his girth to be immense. You've had the damn thing inside you, for God's sake. But now, seeing his length so close, it's hard to believe you had him before. You can take note of every dent and vein of his shaft, how they structure all the way down to the base, and the pinkish-red color of the tip. It all overwhelms you and makes you second-guess what you're about to do...and the throbbing sensation down south flourishes.

"Like what ya see down there, angel?" The heat on your face worsens when you glance up and see Toji sneering down at you, and a hand comes down to massage your cheeks. "Try lickin' it first."

You gulp before following his suggestion, opening your mouth for your tongue to flick on the frenulum of his cock. You can hear him moan from the action, so you proceed and lap around the head of his cock until you feel adventurous enough to take his glans in your mouth. Toji groans from the wet walls of your mouth, and your teeth brushing against his glans makes his body jerk. "Hmmm, be careful with y'r teeth, baby. Relax that jaw and puff those cheeks a bit fr' me."

His comments are taken wholeheartedly, making sure everything goes right for him. Your cheeks go hollow for you to suck his cockhead and take in a few more of his length, his hums of pleasure egging you on. It goes well until the tip hits your uvula, resulting in your gag reflex. And Toji is quick to gently pull you from him, your saliva coating his dick.

"Woah there, sweetie. Don't forget to breathe." He coaxes while you cough. Your eyes start to water as you gasp for air to even your breathing. "We can stop now, don't want you chokin' on— Aisssh!!."

He's unable to finish his sentence when your hand strokes his cock, paired with kisses to the underside of his shaft. "No, I can keep going." You look at him with half-lidded eyes, having the man twinge his lips upward.

"Alright, then we're gonna go slow, okay? No rush." He aligns his cock to your lips, waiting for re-entry. "I'll push, and you breathe."

You give him a nod to signal you're ready, and your mouth agape to take in his returning limb. Toji brings your head in while you remind yourself to breathe, but your body jolts when you feel the tip come almost close to your uvula again. "Relax, mama, relax. Keep taking deep breaths fr' me." He coos at you, and you do as he says. Breathe in, breathe out. Once you slowly move, Toji aids you by gently pushing the back of your head toward him. And a wave of astonishment and relief hits you when you manage to have his dick hit the back of your throat.

"There ya go, cutie." He smirks at you, aware of your tiny display of giddiness. "Now, try goin' at your own pace."

With a few bobs up and down, slowly but surely, you get used to having Toji's cock in your oral cavity, going at your own tempo and enjoying yourself with this. Your movements are filled with confidence, and you whimper every time you try to go as far as you can but not too crazy.

And Toji loves every second of it. Your moans vibrate the walls around his cock, and it turns him on even more when he peers down to see you suck on him so deliciously. Spit covers your lips the more you take him in your mouth, and he groans when he feels your hands stroking him and kneading his balls (something you've learned to do from the articles you've read). "So good...Hmmph! So fucking good..." It's been a long time since Toji's been given a blowjob, and it feels so good to have you — his sweet thing — do it for him.

But then a thought pops into his mind, and the pleasure in his body churns into a different path of want and need. "Sweetie." Your eyes flutter up at him when he calls you, stopping midway through. "Wanna go a lil' further than this?" It takes a moment for you to register, but you give a curt nod with a hum on his dick, which he can only assume is a "yes."

"I'm gonna stand up, okay? So keep taking deep breaths and follow my lead." You don't answer, only gaze at him as you mentally prepare yourself. Toji rests a hand at the rear of your head as he gets up from the couch, keeping you still on his cock in hopes you don't choke. Now he's standing upright, and his sweatpants slide down to his sturdy thighs. He places both his hands on each side of your head. "I'm gonna start moving slowly, 'kay baby?"

And so he does, unhurriedly pushing his shaft into you, and your hands find purchase on his thighs as he does so. His dick that once stopped at the back of your throat eventually finds its way deeper within, and you're senses are clouded with his smell when your nose and mouth meet his pelvis. It all feels so overwhelming that tears start to form.

Toji lets you adjust to all of him for a while, grinding his hips on your lips to fully accommodate his whole girth, prompting more muffled mewls from you. He ruts his hips at your face when he notes your steady breathing. Gradually, every inch of his cock sinks into your mouth. Your head starts to pound as you enter a haze.

The pace of his thrusts eventually goes faster and faster by the minute, and the tears finally come down with every jab to your throat. Saliva runs down your chin with the smack of his balls, the head bullying your insides with the erratic rhythm. Your nails form scratch marks on his thighs from all the stimulation you're going through, but you'd be lying to yourself if you said you didn't feel so fucking good. Having your boyfriend's pelvis smack on your face on par with the sounds of you sucking him off felt like fire to your eardrums. So hot but so electrifying the more you indulge yourself.

As for the older man fucking the hell out of your face? Oh, how he missed this. It's been so long since he stuck his dick on such a pretty mouth. And your throat's tight, velvety walls have him rutting for more. He knew this would make his thirst return, and now he was sure an addiction would form from this. But right now, he can feel the surge of his orgasm arise, and his brows crease with a guttural groan as he thrusts into your face with harsh motions.

"Shit, ahhhhh shit, shit," It's so close, almost there. "Gonna cum, mama, gonna—Mmmm! Haaah, oh fuck, oh fuckin' Christ!" Through his moans of pleasure, Toji releases his load down your throat. And you're in no other position than to just take it, whimpering blissfully onto his length as he gives you a few more ruts to your face.

When he's done experiencing his ecstatic high, the older man withdraws himself from you. Your throat and mouth become empty except for his essence that you swallow. Strands of spit and come connect your wet face to him for a crude yet intimate moment before they break out.

He pulls up his sweatpants and drops down to wipe your pretty face with his hand. "So? Was I a good teacher?"

[xxaraaq]

𝙄𝙢 𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚

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Synopsis | Bakugou hates people touching him. But after certain events take place, he waste no time in reaching for your embrace.

Word count | 4.2 k

cw | character death, angst

Bakugou x Black!reader

A/N | I feel like I did a pretty good job with this. I hope you enjoy!

You didn't know what to say. Staring at him as he lays on your chest like a son would lay on his mother. You were shocked. Even throughout your near year and a half month relationship, he has never initiated touch like this. During a night full of deep conversations and wine, he had revealed to you that the idea of someone touching him further than a pat on the back or high five made him writhe in his skin. You respected it through and through, but for some reason, you couldn’t shake the feeling of sadness that sat in the back of your mind.

It struck something in your heart to see him making an effort to show affection towards you, to show you that he really cared in a way he wasn't suited to. You loved seeing how he would slowly reach his arms around you to reciprocate a hug. He knew physical touch meant the world to you. He didn’t understand why, but he told himself that he didn’t need to, that he only needed to try his best to make you feel appreciated in the way he knew you would see. 

It was an unsuspecting, rainy day when he entered your shared apartment. You were immersed in a book for an assignment due in the coming days, blasting music through your headphones.

You weren’t paying attention to your surroundings, and he didn’t blame you for it. He couldn’t, for he knew you wholeheartedly felt it unnecessary to be ‘constantly on guard’. You told him that it wasn’t good for the soul to be in a frequent state of paranoia. He knew you only told him this to avoid a lecture when he scared you as you were walking down the hallway leading to the laundry room shared by everyone in the apartment complex. 

He tapped you gently on the shoulder, effectively and unsurprisingly making you jump. “What the hell!” You squealed, putting a hand to your chest. He doesn’t tell you off like he usually does, instead just looking at you with glossed over eyes and drooping shoulders. “Babe, what's wrong?” You questioned, taking your airpods out and putting them in their respective place. He doesn’t answer, opting to lay, almost collapse, onto your chest and torso. He wraps his arms around you and buries his face into the valley of your breasts.

Your eyes widen in shock. He’s never done something like this. What almost stuns you more is his scent. He took a shower at Best Jeanists’ agency. He nevers does that, only resorting to cleaning himself there when he’s too covered in the labors of his day to comfortably walk home. You were about to ask him what was wrong, but then you feel a tear dampen your shirt. More start to follow, and before the two of you knew it, he was full on sobbing. He hiccups and sniffles as his arms come around your waist, circling you as if you were going to disappear if he didn’t hold on tight enough. You freeze, not knowing how to go about this the right way as to not make the situation any worse. You wanted to cry yourself, seeing the love of your life be so sad. But instead, one hand goes to his back, and the other to his head, caressing him in a comforting manner. He cries his heart out, and you let him, continuing to soothe him in the best way you know how. 

Eventually, the sobs turn silent, and the pair of you lay there in silence, not daring to say a word. You go on with your ministrations, stroking his head reassuringly. You hope he gets the message of your actions, that he understands that whatever happened, you’re here. You sigh a breath of relief when he lifts his head, gazing into your eyes. He sighs, asking if the two of you can talk about it in the morning. You agree almost instantly, telling him to not worry about it. And you sit there with him in silence, simply basking in the presence of each other until you fall asleep.

–

You wake up to find yourself in a room with no one besides yourself. Rubbing your eyes, you walk into the kitchen to find him washing dishes, back facing you. You walk forwards, standing next to him in a silent way of saying good morning. He turns the water off and sighs, not knowing where to start. “Yesterday… I was at work when…” He stops in his tracks, rubbing a tired hand across his face. You could tell he was getting frustrated, so you don’t say anything, only looking at him while he tries to formulate his words. “While I was patrolling yesterday, some shit broke out outta nowhere, and this kid ended up dying.” He pauses, groaning at the memory. “I was with him the whole time, and he was talking about how he couldn’t wait to see mom because they were supposed to watch a movie together when she picked him up. He couldn’t have been more than six, and he just… bled out, right in front of me. And what hurt the most was that I couldn’t do shit about it, and I just had to tell him that it was gonna be okay when he knew it wasn’t. He knew I was lying, but he had a smile on his face the whole time. ” A tear slips down your cheek, and you rush towards him. “I am so sorry Kat.” You say, and he knows you mean it. 

You hug him, and he hugs you back. And he hurts, he hurts so bad. But he feels as though he can feel better in your embrace. It doesn’t make him nauseous to feel your body on his anymore, and it makes the pain a little bit better. You make him a little better.

-Nene

[smplykiel]

“You made me think I actually mattered.” fem! reader x albedo | part two.

warnings: angst, arguments, hurt/no comfort, crying, heartbreak, mentions of major character death, albedo is a big fat jerk (love him tho, just not here LMAO)

Days, weeks, hell, even months have passed since the last time you spent a passionate moment with your lover, Albedo. The more you tried to comprehend, the more you convinced yourself that he was just too busy with his duties, the more you couldn't.

Was it really that difficult for him to spare you one moment of his time? Did you really stop being important to him? or has he entirely forgotten about you? Surely not, right?

Numerous days and nights were spent alone and unhappy. By the time your so-called lover got home, you'd be exhausted and soundly sleeping in your shared bedroom. When you wake up, you're greeted by his side of the bed, all empty and cold.

it was as if he didn't exist anymore— or perhaps you didn't exist to him anymore?

A soft sigh resonated through the cold room. You sat up immediately, silently cursing yourself as your head spun from the unexpected action. You get out of the shared bed after your spinning head has settled down, slightly wincing as your feet come into contact with the cold floor. You paid it no mind and walked mindlessly to the bathroom. Your mind had become tired after running millions of miles and was now completely empty, with no thoughts.

You looked at yourself in the mirror. You weren't stupid; you know how much you've neglected yourself. exactly like he's neglecting you. Another exhausted sigh left your lips as you swiftly got ready, but for what? You had no idea.

You were completely clean and washed as you exited the bathroom. Hopefully presentable for the rest of the world. Maybe you should pay Albedo a visit. But just thinking of dragonspine's freezing chilly atmosphere sent shivers down your spine.

You mentally shook the thought and prepared to leave, not bothering to eat anything to fill your empty stomach. It's all right, you're used to it.

You hurriedly put on your shoes, double-checked your belongings and keys, and officially exited as you twisted the knob of your shared home's door shut.

You couldn't help but be excited for some reason. What are you excited about? Maybe for Albedo? You just hoped by the time you made it to his lab, he would give you a single ounce of attention— affection.

You wasted no time in heading towards the chilly mountain. The cold breeze caused goosebumps to creep all over your porcelain skin. Every breath you breathed became visible before fading into thin air.

You arrived at your lover's lab after an exhausting journey. You hurried up your feet, choosing to run despite the slippery floor and the cold air that made it difficult to breathe.

And finally, you made it to your lover. Though your big warm smile was quickly wiped off your face as he didn't even bother to acknowledge you, eyes focused on whatever he was doing. It's okay, maybe he just didn't notice.

"H...hey! albedo, my love!" You said in between your gasps of air. A pang in your chest; you don't know whether it was because your lover ignored you or the icy cold air that crept into your lungs.

A sliver of hope ran through your shivering body as you saw him whip his head towards you. "Oh, y/n, what are you doing here?" he said with a raised brow. Yet not long after, his head was turned back to whatever he was doing. You frown at this. Sure, he had spared you a single glance, but it wasn't enough. It was never enough.

"Oh... well, I just wanted to see you... That's it..." you responded, voice slowly becoming smaller with each word you let out. Your orbs were now staring holes into the snowy ground.

You nervously shifted your eyes from the ground towards your lover as you were met with silence. Did he not hear you? Maybe you shouldn't have visited after all. Maybe you should've known that it would end up like this once again.

"Um, I wanted to see you-" You tried explaining yourself again, only to get cut off by his slightly irritated voice. "I heard you. No need to repeat yourself over and over again." You could feel yourself taken aback at his sudden change of tone. The small crunch of snow underneath you was heard as you unconsciously stepped back.

"Sorry," you whispered. Why were you apologizing? You did nothing wrong; you never did. So why did you feel like this? A deafening silence engulfed the icy atmosphere as Albedo continued to focus on his work.

You wanted to see him, right? Was that it? Were you expecting more? Did you want to do more? Of course you did.

You lightly took a deep breath before you started walking towards him. Your ears, hands, and cheeks were bright red because of the chilly breeze, as you wore only one layer of clothing. How did you even manage to get up here without freezing to death?

"What... are you doing?" Hopefully you weren't disturbing him as you took a peek at whatever he was doing right now. Why was it that it was much more important than you? to the point that all of his attention was all over it?

"Work." His response was blunt but vague. It made you frown at yourself. You took a small step closer, a mere inch away from each other, as you tried to understand what his 'work' is.

"Look, you're disturbing my experiment right now. It's much better if you go back down the mountain and return home, he said, eyes still on his... 'work'. A feeling of hurt crept up into your stomach. Your brows now knitted together as you shifted your gaze towards your lover.

After all the energy you spent climbing up the cold, snowy mountain, he has the audacity to say this? Did he ever care about you? Hell, you were trembling because of the cold breeze, yet this is what fills his mind? his experiment?

"Oh." You didn't know how you should feel or what you were feeling at all. Her soft orbs were now covered with a faint glaze as she furrowed her brows in frustration. "Do you even care?" Your own words shocked you as you pressed your freezing fingertips against your lips. You fucked up.

Tears were starting to prick the corners of your eyes as you looked at Albedo nervously. You didn't mean to say that out loud. You just felt frustrated and unloved. Albedo turned his face towards you, seeming unfazed as he raised his brow.

"What?" he asked as he shifted his attention to you. Your body was freezing and trembling, whether it be because of the cold wind or nervousness; you couldn't care less. Your mind was running millions of miles.

But you knew very well that this had to be said. You were getting tired of him constantly neglecting you and constantly excusing himself by saying that he was just too busy with work. You didn't even know how you managed to keep up with him every night, greeting him at the door only to be met with silence as he walks past you, or when he would return late at night, or when he didn't return home at all.

You could feel yourself take a deep breath before you tried to calm your thoughts. "Albedo, can we... talk?" You hoped that he took it as a sign that something was wrong. that everything was wrong.

"If it's another one of your stupid rants about me always not having time for you, then no, we can't." he sighed in annoyance before turning back to his work.

You were getting tired of this. You couldn't hold on to what you'd been feeling anymore. Everything you've been bottling up is slowly starting to surface again.

"Do you even care about me anymore? These past few months felt like a living hell as you continued to neglect me every. single. day! I know. I know that you're busy. Busy with work. With everything! But can't you just at least spare me a single moment of your time? Is it that hard? Or am I just a big waste of your time?!"

Your sudden outburst shocked Albedo, who was not expecting you to suddenly raise your voice. "Y/N, calm down. Geez. I already told you many, many times that I have to finish my work. It's my duty! Do I have to repeat it every single time to you?" he scoffed as he shook his head.

"I know that! I know that very well! That you're busy with work because you're the chief alchemist of the Favonius! But I'm getting tired! Are we even lovers at this point?! Even when you're next to me, it feels like you're miles away." The argument was quickly getting heated, despite the freezing wind.

Our loud voices echoed throughout the snowy mountains, hopefully not catching the attention of wandering monsters. but that is the least of your problems right now.

Your cheeks burned red from anger as your face was contorted into a furious expression. You just wanted everything to turn back to normal, to what it used to be. when you were still spending time smothering each other with love.

"You know what, Y/n? If you're going to be this clingy and annoying, then it's better if we just end it. It was getting tiring anyway." The tears that you were trying so hard to fight back quickly streamed down your face as Albedo spat hurtful words at your face.

"You made me think I actually mattered." All of a sudden, the breeze felt as cold as ever. And the air felt heavy and tense. It made it hard to breathe as your chest heaved up and down rapidly.

That's it? It's all over? Just like that?

"Well, you don't. Not anymore. So goodbye. Please leave my lab and never return." It was as if your heart was slowly shattering at every word he spoke out. Bitter tears are flowing down your now tear-stained cheek continuously.

You let out a shaky breath before taking small steps back, hoping that we would take back his words. That he would say he was joking and that he was sorry. But he didn't.

You called yourself pathetic. You were the one who was being mistreated, and now that you're free, you're supposed to be happy. Yet you weren't. It just made you feel much more miserable. His words echoed through your head repeatedly. As if it was haunting you.

You grit your teeth before you turn away from your now-ex-lover. Your cold fingertips were wiping away your salty tears as you walked down the walk of shame. Your vision was slowly getting disoriented as tears continued to flow uncontrollably.

Suddenly, you could feel your feet step on nothing. You quickly shifted your focus onto your path before realizing you were on the broken bridge. You realized you'd fallen down because you weren't paying attention to where you were going.

You could feel yourself fall numerous feet down as tears stopped falling.

But it's okay, you didn't even matter anyway, right?

A/N: angst is my girl dinner! <3 anw this is my first one-shot so pls bear with me, i'm still new to all of this. hopefully, you guys enjoy it!

©smplykiel 2023 on tumblr | do not repost, copy, translate, or modify any of my works on any platform.

[echantedtoon]

Good evening Grande Starbucks Frappe!! ✨✨

This is oddly specific so feel free to not take all the details into account and creative freedom and all that but perhaps Genya x Reader where Sanemi terrified our ass at the beginning of the year and now reader is scared of both Shinazugawa brothers despite Genya harbouring a crush? Just thought it'd be funny to see him despairing and demanding why Sanemi had to ruin his chances so badly-

ANYWAYS CONGRATS AGAIN ON YOUR 500 IM SORRY IT'S SO SPECIFIC HAVE A NICE NIGHT

Firstly THANK YOU IM SO HAPPY! 😭 Secondly sure. @six-eyed-samurai

This is written as a female s/o since it's easier for me to write I hope that's ok. For this Genya and reader are both 18 in their senior year so slightly aged up Genya and Co.

-You were the newest student in Kimetsu Academy, just transferred over from another school when your parents moved you closer to your father's workplace. You weren't too nervous. Some of your friends went to the school so it's not like you wouldn't go in not knowing anyone. However your first day was anything but a good start.

-First you were really late because your mom's car got a flat tire on the way to driving you there. Then you dropped your coin purse containing your lunch money outside while you were rushing into the school. A teacher happened to have noticed that you dropped it but you didn't hear him calling out to you. Then you got laughed at when you busted into the chemistry class (which was the first class you had) and got both laughed at by a lot of the other students and chewed out by Professor Obanai for being late to his class. Then when lunch came around you had to sit down and go hungry except for some spare things given by your friends because you didn't have money or brought your own lunch. Just when you think it couldn't get any worse too-

-Sanemi, the scariest teacher in the entire School even more than Professor Obanai, had just roughly pushed the door to the cafeteria open and his narrowed eyes scanning the area until they lasered focused on you. "HEY YOU!" The entire place silences immediately terrified at the sounds of the scary man's voice. "NEW GIRL!!" You feel yourself freeze up on the spot as the heavily scarred man comes marching up towards you looming over your terrified form before a cute teddy bear themed coin purse is roughly pushed into your shaking hands. "I've been trying to fucking track you down all day! Don't forget your purse outside again!"

-Its cannon in Kimetsu Gauken that Sanemi likes kids and respects women but most are scared by his appearance and honestly sometimes he comes off as scary without meaning too. Sanemi honestly wasn't trying to scare you, he was genuinely just trying to return your purse to you but he wasn't socially aware enough to realize that calling out a trembling girl in the middle of everyone and looming over her scared you so much that you became very scared of your new math teacher.

-It was around the second week you were there that you learnt one of your fellow students was the younger brother of the scary teacher. From the first day forward whenever you had math class you kept your head down and very quiet to avoid him singling you out but today was study day before a big test so everyone was partnered up. "Kanao get with Inosuke! Kamado's with the blonde kid!  New girl go get with my brother! All of you take turns asking questions with these flashcards! All of this will be on the test tomorrow so PAY THE HELL ATTENTION AND STUDY!"

-Your pupils shrank in fear and a rock fell in your stomach. Brother? Mr. Sanemi had a BROTHER?! As soon as Genya sat down in front of you holding the flashcards for your shared study session, you knew without a doubt they were related. Their faces were similar shaped especially their eyes, and like a brother he also had scars on his body although a lot less than Sanemi did. As soon as Genya saw your big doe eyes all shiny and pretty looking up at him, the baby boy was smitten.

-He's had crushes before. He's had fleeting crushes on both his friends Aoi and Kanao before they gotten into relationships with his other guy friends and when he was younger he always thought Ms. Kanao was the prettiest girl ever, but after seeing you he gained the biggest crush in his life that it felt like Cupid smashed his head with a mallet of love.

-It then started a cycle between you two. He started to try and approach you. "Hey! New girl!" You freaked out by the sudden repeating appearance from him. It was bad enough the teacher seemed to be annoyed with you but did his brother have to harass you too?! You kept running away from him or had your friends block his way to you until he left or you escaped. He was hurt you seemed to be so scared of him and for the longest time didn't have the foggiest idea why. He tried getting Tanjiro's help in convincing you to hang out with him in a group setting to see if maybe he could ease your worries by having other people around but you always asked if Genya would be there and Tanjiro...Well he's an awful liar so even if he said no you knew otherwise and declined. 

-Then one day while reading it hits him. Your very first day the week prior to meeting Genya. Sanemi returned your purse and you seemed terrified of him. I'm turn it must've made you genuinely afraid of him as well. That day when Genya gets home he literally kicks down the doorway startling his mother, Sanemi, and their younger siblings with his anger. "SANEMI WHAT THE FUCK?!"

[wyrmblob]

Disbelief - Ultrakill oneshot

Honestly I made this bcs I want to get back into writing, so it's not all that good eknfnd

It was also inspired by Itoki Hana's song, Disbilief (hence the title ekrndj) BCS HOLY FUCK THAT SONG FITS THE ULTRAKILL LORE SO WELL, GO CHECK IT

Also this takes place a bit after Gabriel's second battle with V1, and V1 also gets sucked in by the holy light portal bcs curious cat shit🙏

It felt strange to wander the remains of Eden, dark and silent, smelling still of weeds and wood, it's light dim when compared to heaven's imponent shine, yet not as dark as hell managed to be, in fact it was far from comparable to such a place, for one it was not littered with demons or the stench of blood old and newly spilled, or other unholy entities, Eden was as empty as it had been since the exile of Adam and Eve... Well, was; for now Gabriel roamed upon it, him and his far too curious last minute companion who strode silently behind him, like a cat that tries sneaking up on it's human, freezing in it's tracks only when the angel turned around to watch it.

Gabriel tried to not pay mind to it, he needed to think of other far more important things, things that haunted him long before the machine came to his attention, like the fact the council was escentially fucked up, or that god would never return, was he even alive? If he was, he's clearly not coming back, but then what did that mean for him? The council, for heaven, even for the sinners like the ferrymen who still had hope for redemption? Did he let them all down? Could the blame even be pinned on him?

His head spinned as he tried not to crash in on his own thoughts, trying to keep some form of focus, but the machine's heavy steps didn't help, or the tinckering sounds of it's wings, it's metalic clattering and exagerately heavy footsteps that seemed to just get louder and louder the more Gabriel started to pay attention to it.

"What the FUCK do you want?"

The archangel whipped around to face the walking piece of scrap, splotches of red slightly seeping into his white armor, fists clenched in frustration, as if beating him twice wasn't enough, the machine kept shaming him for loosing by following him around, surely a silent remark about his defeat, why wouldn't it just behead him and display his severed head all across heaven and hell at this point?

Instead of an answer, Gabriel just recieved a blank stare back as V1 froze in it's tracks, not even bothering to pull out a gun, not a flinch or even a defensive position, nothing, as if it knew it could take on Gabriel again, or that despite his anger, the angel wouldn't pick a fight with it right now.

Both of them stood, Gabriel's anger against the machine easing just a bit, sighing heavily as he turned back around to keep walking, the machine following closer behind now, there was no point in fighting it again anyway, not now.

They walked further and further until they reached an opening under the trees, the stars could be contemplated in their full divine glory from there, something so simple and honestly underwhelming to Gabriel, it was almost weird to see the machine be... Entranced? While it looked up at those celestial bodies of light.

V1 did not look to Gabriel as he wandered off, so why he came back to the spot was unclear, even to him as he settled some fire wood in front of a fallen over log he used to sit once the fire was started.

V1 had simply stared at him before sitting in front of Gabriel, the angel might not have a face, but doubt was writen all over him, his mind distant, his body being the only real company the machine had as the fire quietly crinkled and sometimes burst.

"... 𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚕𝚘𝚜𝚝, 𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞?"

the question caught Gabriel off guard, he knew the machine spoke, he had heard it before, but listening to it speak still felt somewhat uncanny, specially what it was asking him, why would it even care for that? And was he really going to speak to it?

Gabriel contemplated it a moment, what harm would it do? Who else was he to go to? There was no one else, nor here or in heaven, it was only him and the hunk of metal with guns.

"Of course I am... Somewhat thanks to you.."

His last words were not as salty as the first ones, which surprised him and V1 a bit, they had both expected for his words to sound angrier or at the very least spiteful after their quarrels and how the war machine lead him to be having a crisis, but really, it was more a revelation he had been trying to push away, it was only a matter of time before it boiled over anyway.

"But honestly... I belive this to be necessary, for I am afraid heaven has been ultimately misguided by our own hands as servants of the lord."

Despite V1's relative lack of expression, it did not take a trained eye to realize it was confused, Gabriel somehow forgot, it was a machine, there had been no need for it to learn who God was, who the angels were or what was going on in heaven, would it even care if he tried to explain it?

"Just.... Just know we were waiting and praying on the father's return- and we strayed from the path he had set for us."

V1 seemed to be pleased with that answer, it's wings twitching slightly in approval as it set it's eye back on the fire, just like Gabriel did.

" 𝙰𝚗𝚍 𝚍𝚘 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚗 𝚝𝚘 𝚍𝚘 𝚊𝚗𝚢𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚒𝚝?"

Gabriel remained eerily still, such question coming from the machine seemed unreasonable, why did it care? Why did it follow? Why did it feel... Comforting? Was Gabriel being delirious? Maybe hell's madness finally got to him..

None the less, he contemplated the question, he had to, he could die without doing anything useful, or die and send a message to those in heaven, do something to change the ways of the council or at the very least let everyone know God was dead, he had been for a long time, whatever hope or faith there was left, it was futile.

Gabriel slowly nodded, he knew what he had to do, there was no point in going back on it, it was for the best, for everyone.

"I must ask one thing though.."

V1 lifted it's head slightly, it's yellow eye shining due to the firelight hitting it, it's posture still relaxed as they waited for Gabriel to speak.

"Why are you here? Why do you care for what happens to me after our battles?"

A few cogs seemed to be moving inside the machine's processor, it's hands twitchy for a second before going completely still.

"𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚜𝚎𝚎𝚖𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚒𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚘𝚏 𝚙𝚛𝚊𝚢𝚒𝚗𝚐"

[snowbaamgyu]

Take it easy, take a breath

A school au featuring a sick Taehyun with a stomach bug.

Everyone in the classroom or even outside it knew that Taehyun was a good student, —the best as the teachers said— always worrying about his grades, his projects always won the first place, his tests had the perfect score all the time.

Everyone thought he was just a prodigy, but only his closest friends knew how hard he worked, and how it always ends up catching onto him.

When exams period finishes and they have a few days of vacation Taehyun sleeps. He could spend all his break sleeping and only going out of his room to eat when his mom calls him to do so.

This time feels... different.

Midterms are starting tomorrow and even if Taehyun did study in advance he still feels it isn't enough, but he just can't seem to focus. Spring is around the corner but he feels hot, as if it were summer, the air in his room feels stuffier, his head feels heavy and there's a weird feeling deep down in his belly.

Okay it's a sunday afternoon, maybe just this once he could take a break, so he closes his books as he sighs deeply when a wave of dizziness washes over him, going to his bed and covering himself with the covers, now feeling really cold.

Taehyun didn't know when he had fallen asleep but he woke up at night, a figure standing on the doorframe, it was his mother telling him that dinner was ready.

He got out of bed feeling a little better, maybe it was just exhaustion so after eating he could sleep again and be in perfect shape for tomorrow's exam.

When he sat down both of his parents looked at him with concerned faces.

"Honey, are you feeling okay? you're really pale" his mother placed a hand on his forehead as she spoke. "Yes mom, just tired, you know I have tests this week" trying to reassure his parents was kind of working, they continued to eat their dinner, Taehyun felt full after some bites but he ate just half of it.

"Mom, I'm not that hungry, I'm going to sleep, thanks and goodnight" he grabbed his plate to put it on the kitchen counter and then went to brush his teeth, confirming that yes, he was indeed pale.

Okay, maybe a good night of sleep will get him to feel alright.

The clock read 2:00 am, Taehyun couldn't sleep. His body was or too hot or too cold, and the mattress felt uncomfortably sweaty as well as his shirt, he's sure he had fever dreams all night.

Now the clock reads 7:00 am, Taehyun needs to get ready for school, but his body feels all heavy so that morning he was slower than usual.

He tried to skip breakfast but his mom made him eat at least a sandwich and a glass of orange juice, his stomach feeling weird and now full made his walk to school feel like hell.

"Good morning Taehyunnie, how was your— wow, are you okay? You don't look so good" Beomgyu, his best friend and classmate was always the first one to greet him, now completely worried about him.

"Couldn't sleep that well last night, maybe it's the stress" he sat on his desk and rested his head on his arms, he had to make it until the exam, then he could leave and be miserable in his room.

Beomgyu sat beside him and rubbed his back, it was obvious his friend wasn't okay but he wasn't going to say it out loud and upset Taehyun, a comfortable silence surrounded them until the rest of students arrived.

During class, Taehyun gave up on paying attention, his head hurt, his whole body felt as if he was on fire but freezing at the same time, so he tried to sleep. The teachers saw how pale he looked so they didn't say anything, Beomgyu talked to them too saying that Taehyun was sick but he won't admit it until it's late.

It was lunchtime, Beomgyu didn't have the heart to wake Taehyun and decided to stay with him, he was lucky enough to have something to eat in his backpack.

When Beomgyu finished eating Taehyun opened his eyes and stretched his arms and neck, noticing the classroom was empty and only Beomgyu was there he thought it was a dream until the latter spoke up.

"You looked pretty tired so I couldn't wake you up, how are you feeling?" Taehyun didn't see the point in lying anymore, Beomgyu knew he was sick.

"I feel like crap, I just wanna take that damn exam and go home"

"You are the teacher's favorite you can take the exam another day, go home and rest" Beomgyu tried persuading him but it was to no avail.

"No, it's fine, I can make it".

He couldn't make it.

As soon as everyone was handed the exam his anxiety increased and now he felt nauseous, extremely nauseous.

Halfway through the exam Taehyun stopped writing, feeling dizzy when he tried to read and understand what he had to do, if he kept on trying he would throw up right there and then.

The teacher, a middle aged lady, was walking around the class to make sure no one was cheating, but when she walked through Taehyun's desk she got concerned as she saw the boy looking pale, sweating, with his eyes closed and both of his hands covering his mouth as he tried to take deep breaths to ease the nausea away.

"Taehyun, dear, if you're not feeling well you are excused to go to the nurse's office, take the exam when you know what you're writing, go and rest."

The boy did as told, with one hand still covering his mouth he got out of the classroom but first he went to the bathroom, he was going to puke any time soon.

His things? Beomgyu could help with that, right now the only thing that matters is getting into a stall before it's too late, when Taehyun did so, he kneeled in front of the toilet and waited for the inevitable, leaning forward with a couple of empty gags as all his uniform was absorbing his sweat.

And finally, it started with a wet cough.

His breakfast making a reappearance, that damn orange juice burning everything from inside of him and tasting so gross.

Another cough brought up more while Taehyun held his stomach, trying to catch his breathing but that task seemed impossible when the vomit went through his nose too, chunks and everything.

And to make matters worse, just as he was finishing this first round (he knew it wouldn't be the last one) Taehyun was so exhausted that he felt like he was going to pass out, and he did so but before it happened he managed to text Beomgyu for help.

Bathroom second floor

Sent 12:39

When the exam was finished Beomgyu checked his phone just in case and when he saw Taehyun's text he knew immediately what was going on.

Everyone was dismissed, thankfully almost no one went to the bathroom on the second floor because it was practically hidden, like in a corner of the hallway.

Beomgyu grabbed Taehyun's things and started looking for him.

As Beomgyu was hoping, the bathroom was almost empty, almost because one of the stalls had a pair of legs standing out, the door without lock, it was indeed Taehyun, looking paler, sweaty and on the toilet was still the traces of Taehyun getting sick.

Beomgyu flushed the toilet and used some toilet paper to carefully clean Taehyun's mouth as the younger started waking up.

Still too out of it, Taehyun was muttering something but Beomgyu couldn't quite understand it, just hearing the words "home" and "bed", the older replying to him with a "Yes Taehyun, now we can get you home and you can rest in your bed, it's alright now".

They waited ther for a couple of minutes until Taehyun felt ready to leave the stall, Beomgyu calling a cab to Taehyun's house.

"Hyung 'm still nauseous..." Taehyun muttered under his breath as he was resting his head in Beomgyu's shoulder, they were in the taxi by then, the latter a little bit worried Taehyun might throw up on him but still he didn't have the heart to push him away.

"It's okay, just endure it a bit longer we're almost there".

As soon as the taxi stopped Taehyun got out and went inside the house almost running, while Beomgyu was paying to the driver.

Beomgyu found Taehyun in the guest's bathroom on the first floor, heaving over the sink, the toilet seemed to be so far away in the rush of the moment.

Taehyun brought up some more bile and stomach acid, everything was spinning and his grip on the sink was getting weaker, Beomgyu had to support him until he was able to move away.

"You wanna go to your room or maybe stay in the couch?" Taehyun thought a bit until he murmured "Bed, please" and Beomgyu took him there, Taehyun immediately taking off his uniform and staying only in boxers, laying down on his bed and kicking off the covers. "Hey no, you'll get sicker if you sleep like that, at least put a shirt on" the older tried, Taehyun just grunted and said "No, too hot" Beomgyu then remembered Taehyun was feverish, he had to cool him down so he went to get a washcloth and some cold water, pressing it on Taehyun's chest until the fever looked like it went down.

Beomgyu covered him and let him sleep, texting Taehyun's mother to update her on her son's condition, she replied saying she was relieved he could take care of her Taehyunnie and asking him to stay with her son until she could get home.

Just then, Taehyun woke up and heaved by the side of his bed, a little bit of water and stomach bile came up and he was left dry heaving while Beomgyu patted his back, waiting for the younger to calm down a little and clean up the small puddle of sick.

"M' sorry..." Taehyun said with a sad tone on his voice, Beomgyu ruffled his hair and told him "It's okay, this things happen, are you feeling any better?" to that Taehyun shook his head, "Go back to sleep, I'll put a trashcan near and I'll get you some water" the younger just laid there, trying to get comfortable but with the way everything ached it seemed impossible.

"Here, drink some water, if it stays down you'll try with a pill" Beomgyu handed him the glass of water and Taehyun took a couple of tiny sips, the feeling of the water going down his throat felt heavenly as it soothed a bit of the scratchiness all the puking left him.

When the water stayed down he tried taking a pill, sadly it came back up 10 minutes later so it was to not use.

By then Taehyun was feeling so sick and frustrated that he started crying, Beomgyu once again by his side telling him that it was okay and everyone got sick like this once in a while.

"I'm so tired but I can't rest and everything aches and... it's just too fucking much" Taehyun said between sobs, Beomgyu reassuring him and trying to calm him down.

Taehyun fell asleep after crying, Beomgyu went to the kitchen to find something to eat and maybe a little snack for Taehyun.

At 7:00 pm Taehyun's parents came and thanked Beomgyu for staying by their son's side, he bid them goodbye and left a note on Taehyun's nightstand wishing he felt better soon and to take his meds.

Hours later, Taehyun woke up to the whole room dark, it was past midnight, he felt so thirsty so he tried with the water once again, going back to sleep.

At morning, Taehyun's mom entered the room and felt her son's forehead, the fever was still there but not too high, she left him medicines and a sports drink for him to not dehydrate too much.

Taehyun woke up at 11:00 am, confused about where he was and what time was it, and why the hell wasn't he at school, but his stomach decided to respond to that question as it churned and cramped.

The curtains were closed so his room wasn't that illuminated, he thanked whoever had left them like that, as his head was also hurting like a bitch.

His hand was rubbing circles on his abdomen to try and soothe some of the pain, as the pressure went down a bit more and he knew he had to go to the bathroom to avoid any mess.

When he was done, he crawled back into bed, now he felt like freezing so he took a hoodie he had lying somewhere near his desk and a pair of joggers, and tried to go back to sleep, not interested in what was on his nightstand.

Taehyun tossed and turned but he couldn't get comfortable, so he decided to look at his phone for a while, just then a text from Beomgyu appeared on his notifications.

–Hey Taehyunnie, are u feeling any better?

–Remember to try and take some medicine and to stay hydrated

–I know it might be a little hard now but it'll pass soon, I promise (⁠╥⁠﹏⁠╥⁠)

Well, he didn't feel like puking right now, he was feeling thirsty, so he opened the bottle of sports drink and sipped on it carefully, also taking the medicine and a few minutes later he fell asleep again.

What he didn't expect was Beomgyu being there when he woke up, apparently school had already ended.

"Hey, your mom asked me to keep an eye on you today too, how are you feeling?" Taehyun felt his cold hand against his burning forehead, that damn fever ain't going nowhere.

Taehyun shrugged before answering verbally. "Dunno, not like yesterday but not that better, still off". He was pale, dark circles under his eyes, his eyes with no sparkle.

"It's because your body is still fighting that bug, you're probably gonna feel better after a couple of days more"

Taehyun didn't know if he was right, he still wanted to believe Beomgyu tho, being sick was the worst.

They spent the afternoon together watching some movies, sometimes Taehyun fell asleep, or got up to use the bathroom, Beomgyu having to stay behind the door hearing his friend dry heave or retch, if he needed anything he was near, if not he still let him have some privacy.

At the end of the day Taehyun fell asleep again, Beomgyu quietly leaving after Taehyun's parents arrived, no one wanting to disturb the poor sick guy who couldn't catch a break from emptying his guts all day.

Taehyun woke up, it was still dark but he realized he wasn't in his bed, so he went to his room again and tried to fall asleep again, failing at doing so because he noticed how his stomach was hurting, it wasn't bad enough to have him gasping for air or to make him feel nauseous again, but it was hurting and even if it wasn't intense, he knew it was there.

So he spent the rest of his night trying to soothe his discomfort by rubbing his middle; and at some point it worked, letting him fall asleep once again.

The cycle repeated for two more days but this time Taehyun's mom took those days off from work to take care of him, Taehyun feeling much better at the end of the week, finally eating something without it ending in the toilet or making his stomach hurt, having him regretting all his life choices, thinking "oh god why me?"

So, next monday he showed up to school, looking more alive and having to take some time extra after school to take exams and having some teachers summarizing all the things they did during the week Taehyun was asking what he did wrong to deserve that damn bug.

[crookedkryptonitebeliever]

I’ve spent the past few days eating up all the Yves content I could find on your blog he’s just so perfect oh my god??? I don’t know how to put it but he sounds like the type who’d always have the best posture and the way he walks would feel feathery.

I did not see this question from the gazillion asks I read but if something similar has been asked before you can ignore this.

How would Yves be with an artist reader who mostly has time for him but completely becomes detached for hours or sometimes days while working on a drawing? Sorry if it’s too specific you can go with different scenarios too.

Also sorry if I randomly drop a fanart of him one of these days

oh man i would be honoured to receive a fanart of yves and hell yea i love yves thanks for reading thru the madness, yea hed like walk so fluidly n shit its like unreal

but anyways getting to da meat:

He would be happy if you have a lot of time to spare for him. Yves would never take a single second for granted and he will cherish every moment with you.

Through his observation and your own assurance, he is secure in the relationship. So he wouldn't mind you disappearing into your room for days on end to complete an art piece. He will let himself in to provide you your meals or do parallel work; he will bring his laptop over and do his own thing while you do yours.

There is an invisible timer that dictates when you should go to the bathroom, eat, rest, or sleep. If you're cooperative when he greets you with a kiss and reminds you to come to bed, eat dinner or to relieve yourself after an entire day of not visiting the toilet once, he will continue to use that method. He doesn't mind having to babysit you for ages, Yves actually likes it.

He would take pictures of your progress. When you start to think that your work looks horrendous, Yves will show you the photos of your earlier stages. Praising you for how far you've come, telling you that he personally thinks it's beautiful. But he is in no way a pure 'yes man', it depends on your goals. If you want to create photorealistic paintings or drawings, he will provide the best constructive criticism on how to improve your proportions. You can simply describe what you want to create, Yves could be your muse if you want him to. He is willing to stay in a singular, muscle-straining pose for hours if you ask him to. Or, he could gather reference materials for you. Yves does have a strong background in photography too. No concept is too absurd for him to capture or even sketch.

However, if you react negatively to his reminders, such as harshly shoving him away or screaming at him to leave you alone, Yves will be resorting to reality bending. Depending on how much you hurt him, he will either make you cry 'on your own' by manipulating you into thinking that your work is terrible no matter what you do. You can't accuse him of saying derogatory remarks, because he wasn't even in the room. You shooed him out earlier.

He messes with the lighting to make your artwork 'ugly' in your eyes. Yves toggles with the humidifier or dehumidifier to make it harder to work with your art medium. The temperature in Yves's studio either seems to be sweltering or freezing. But the thermostat says otherwise. Either way, you can't create in these atrocious conditions. So you give up and retire for the day.

Everything will be back to normal tomorrow, but if you pay closer attention, you will start to feel upset over your artwork every three hours. Specifically, 12pm, 3pm, 6pm, and inevitably give up by 10pm. You would only have the urge to continue after enjoying breakfast with him past 7am. Strange, don't you think?

During your breaks, you would automatically seek Yves out for lunch, tea time, and dinner. He will not visit if you express your extreme displeasure with his presence while you work, Yves gives you the 'freedom' to choose to meet him in his office. He is always there if you need him.

Regardless, in the end, you will never fail to appreciate your own work no matter how tough the journey was. Yves ensures that you know your creation is valuable. He is supportive of your passion and is willing to finance any and all of your essential (and nonessential) materials. You could even ask him for advice, unlocking a previous chapter of his life where he used to paint under a pseudonym, for the wealthy, the enthusiastic, and the eccentric. Best to keep your mind open and not undermine him in anything, or else you might miss out on fascinating Yves lore. He wouldn't bring these up on his own if you never asked. It's always a good thing to learn from someone much older than you are.

Your jaw would be on the floor if you knew that his old canvases were now retailing for billions of dollars at auctions. But he deems it unnecessary for you to learn of that, all you need to know is Yves can draw human hands wonderfully and accurately in any pose, in under five minutes with no reference.

[the-red-thread-that-strangles]

Something's wrong with Akai.

Now, one might be inclined to think that is just his natural state of being, and for good reason. The thing is: it's too early. The joint operation is in three days; Akai's not supposed to look like death already. Dark circles under his eyes are part for the course, and Rei's pretty sure in the event of a significant traumatic injury one could subsitute Akai's blood with coffee. But that stare is even more dead-eyed than usual, and Rei can make out the faint nervous twitching of Akai's trigger finger. He might as well have written his condition on a sign and stapled it to his brows.

It's distracting as all hell, and Rei's itching to grab Akai's hand and pin it to the table to finally stop it from moving. If the sniper causes more problems for their mission because he's not paying attention during the debrief, Rei is never going to forgive him. There's too much at stake. So Rei kicks his shin, deftly, when Akai threatens to fall asleep at their desk. Focuses back on the meeting. He can pull himself together, and he expects nothing less from Akai.

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When the meeting is finally over, a grueling three hours later, he drags Akai out of the room by the cuff of his sleeve. Kudo shoots them a pitying glance, and Agent Starling is clearly trying to intercept their impending argument, bless her, before she gets held up by chatty colleagues. Suits him just fine.

He locks the door to his office behind them, lets down the shutters. This is as much privacy as they're likely to get. The bag with the gift he meant to give Akai sits forgotten next to his desk.

"What is this supposed to be?", he hisses at the sniper. Akai just tilts his head in question, lounging against the wall as if he owns the place. "You look like your own ghost."

"Ah. I was kidnapped", Akai supplies nonchalantly. He might as well have poured a bucket of ice water over Rei's head. Rei freezes, casually assaulted by a spike of fear - for the sniper, for himself. Akai's not even close to easy prey, he would know, and if they have an enemy capable of taking him out...fuck, he didn't even say anything. Rei's getting a little nauseous. The adrenaline hits, quickly ripping him out of his stupor, and blessed anger takes over. Sure, Akai seems mostly fine now, but he wasn't, and Rei didn't know a thing. No contact at all, no asking for help, no nothing. No sense of self-preservation in this asshole.

Without warning, he shoves Akai against the wall, grabs him by his sweater's collar. The sniper blinks at him. "How can you just-" walk it off? Be this calm? He doesn't even know how to finish his own thought. Rei's head is spinning. The last two weeks have been stressful already, and this is too much. There's too many questions, the how and why and when and where, but the one that escapes is: "Who did that to you?" Are they dead, he thinks, but doesn't say.

Not for the first time it looks as though those green green eyes stare right into his soul. They're too close, too bright, he'll drown if he's not careful-

And then they close, and Akai's laughing. Quietly, but Rei's so close he can feel the waves of it run through the other. Typical. Here he is, worried, and Akai's laughing at him. Rei's cheeks heat up, he's about to deck the sniper in his pretty face when Akai raises his hands placatingly. Manages, through bouts of quiet laughter: "Masumi."

Rei's spiraling thoughts grind to an abrupt halt. "What."

"My little sister?"

"I know who she is! That's not what I was asking and you know that!" Bastard.

"It was her eighteenth birthday this weekend. We celebrated."

Rei feels like he's just been sucker-punched. Are they dead, echoes in his thoughts, again. What the hell was that? He's used to anger, it's the constant companion that keeps him going, but that was simply out of proportion. Maybe the stress did get to him after all. Shit. His heart is still working double time, distributing excess adrenaline through his body. What the hell is wrong with him? No. What the hell is wrong with Akai?

Rei's fist meets the sniper's chest, unfortunately not forceful enough to cause actual damage. "Asshole. Start with that part!"

Akai's still smiling, though it's unclear whether it is at the memory or at Rei. Now that the cocktail of fear and fury and confusion is burning like acid in his stomach, Rei finds a bit of comfort in it. Crow's feet look good on Shuichi, way better than the fatigue that was etched into his face all day (though for the sake of his safety, Rei would suggest not laughing at him again anytime soon). Neither of them smile enough, not genuinely.

Rei takes in deep breaths, holding and counting, to steady himself. He's still too close - the scent that assaults him should be nauseating, but contrary to everything else in the last couple of minutes it really isn't. It's quintessentially Akai - lingering tobacco and faded-out cologne and a faint hint of coffee. He's shaken and shaking, but Shuichi is warm and steady as always, and so he closes his eyes and leans against the other, just for a moment, just for a little bit of rest. Akai goes very still next to him, his laughter fading.

"Did it have to be now?", Rei murmurs after a while, more into the sweater he's pressed his face into than the room. "Surely your family knows that this next job will be dangerous."

"They do." There's gravitas in Akai's voice, and he doesn't need to elaborate further - they both know there is a non-zero chance they don't make it out of the coming fight, even if they're careful. Akai's family works with the MI6, international collaborators for this mission; they must be aware, too. Rei fists the sweater a little tighter. Shuichi shifts, and then there's warmth all around him, pinning him in place like a butterfly.

"I wanted to be there, at least once." It's a confession, quiet in the small space they share. It speaks of selfishness, of finality, of regret for all the opportunities Shuichi has missed. Rei is all too familiar with these sentiments. He wants a lot of things, but that has never mattered, not really. His life is one of discipline and sacrifice, of all the things he ever wanted immolated on the altar of the greater good. And he gives it all, willingly, but still... Even if it was stupid, selfish, and left Akai drained, Rei is glad he still has wishes that can be fulfilled. He's not sure he could say the same about himself.

He takes a deep breath, trying to pull himself back together, and then breaks away from Akai. It's too easy, and unpleasantly colder.

The sniper's eyes are already trained on him when he dares to meet them. "Your folly can't cost us, so you better make sure to catch up on sleep." Akai raises an eyebrow, a tinge of amusement to his lips. "Hello pot." Rei's half-hearted glare isn't enough to chase the amusement from Akai's features. Fine. Maybe he has a point, but Rei sure as hell isn't going to concede it.

"Don't give me that attitude, or you can walk home. And hand over your sweater."

"That's not the one you requested-"

Lying comes as easily as breathing. "Yes, it is."

Akai looks like he wants to argue, just for the sake of it, but eventually smiles and strips out of it, tossing it at Rei (who very carefully doesn't look at how Akai's shirt rides up a bit, revealing pale skin in the process). "Thank you." Rei folds it carefully, drapes it primly over his arm.

"Alright, take that" - he points to the gift bag on the floor "and get in the car." Akai does as he's told, but can't seem to help himself, needs to get in one last jab before they leave. "Are you sure you should be driving?" As if he hasn't driven in worse conditions. Rei just grins and hightails it out of there, exactly on the verge of the speed limit.

Whatever's wrong with Akai, it might be wrong with Rei, too.

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Sweater weather AU masterpost

[weirdxstarseed]

Imagine you started to catch feelings for Rin Okumura and everybody confused your attitude thinking you like Yukio.

content: a lot of fluff, slight angst, school oriented, best friends to lovers, tsunderegirl! x dumbass guy! | warnings: none! | pairing: reader x rin okumura

You don’t know where or how, but you fell in love with Rin.

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— At first sight:

Everything where just laughs and fun when he was around you. You loved his bad jokes. The wrinkles in his face when he showed you his canine smile ¡! A/N: Holyfuck

then he started to bring you every morning breakfast cuz you’re too distracted and lazy to do your own

in the beginning, the gesture surprised you but after Rin continue making you the lunch

it became a tradition

Continue with the topic of school…

Everybody knows that Rin sleeps like a rock

You go every morning to his room, and you scream “TAKE OUT YOURE ASS FROM THAT BED” to waking him up

Taking a “WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU” in response

At this point, Yukio is taking both of you out of the room so you can arrive early or mid-early to the class

Both of you assist at the same class of exorcist, but since you’re in different desk you’re in charge that this boy doesn’t sleep and pay attention

It’s a caos over there, you’re throwing him paper airplanes or if you have the chance to stand up, you pinch his arm in the way

Bon is always helping you cuz both of you share the same rudeness with Rin

When the class finally finish, both of you like to choose the long way to talk about anything and everything

After all, Rin is a gentleman, and he always, ALWAYS, walks you at home so you can arrive safe

Finally, when you arrive to your home, Rin hugs you in a gesture to say goodbye

IS IN HERE, WHEN YOU REALIZED SOMETHING IS GOING ON

In the moment his arms closed you to his chest, you started to feel an extremly nervousness and shyness

You were so schock that you didn't response to the hug, i mean, it wasn't weird at all, but your feelings catch you by surprised.

"What's going on? You're ears are red" he said.

"Nothing" you replied with a weird laugh.

"Really?"

"Yes, idiot, you can go now !!"

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— Now you're a mix of feelings:

Now, you're attitude was a whole change of 360° grades.

Seriously

the next morning he arrive to your house, you're too thoughtful to understand that Rin was explaining you his theories of Shura's class

"Y/N, did you hear what I said?"

"Huh?"

"You didn't listen anything I was telling you!" he screamed annoyed, passing an arm around your shoulders.

The gesture freeze you completely and Rin notices it.

"Y/N, you're weird since yesterday" he said getting close to your face.

< those red ears, again > he thought.

"I NEED TO GO, I'M GETTING LATE TO THE CLASS" you screamed and start running to the wrong direction.

Rin was so confused that he scratch his head a little worried about your attitude.

Meanwhile he was asking everyone of you're presence, you were hiding in the library, trying to clear up your mind.

"I know this will happen" you said, a little bit angry with yourself.

"Happen what?" Shura asks, behind you.

You scream out of your lungs reaching a lot of -pissed- attention.

"Holyshit, you scared me"

"It´s not my fault you're acting weird, all the class was talking about you"

"Stupid Okumura" you mumble.

"Do you mind if I ask what's going on?" Shura asks confused, taking a book of the shelves to distract the librarian who was watching both of you long time ago.

"I think I start catching feelings for Okumura" you finally said.

Shura was surprised that you we're too honest, but a fine smile trace her lips when she notices that you were a mix of feelings.

"And what's the matter you like Yukio?" she ask, pissing you.

"Yukio?" you ask confused, opening your eyes worried by that supposition.

Shura was going to say finally the name of the other twin, when the librarian kick you out of the place. Leaving a special group boys surprised by the talk, they already heard.

"There's your answer, Okumura" Bon said. "Y/N likes your twin brother"

If Rin was confused at first, now on he was shock by all the information he heard.

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— Nobody knews the talk Shura had with you, but your attitude with Rin was a holy change:

Rin and you can't talk freely as they do

You always are in your thoughts and Rin is the same as you

You think is necessary to confess your feelings but isn't that easy

You don't want to lose his friendship

And you don't want to be humiliate

in the past a bitter experience caused you to no longer like confessing your feelings

So...you didn't admit it, but you were afraid.

You are afraid.

In the other hand, Rin is confused cuz he understand you can like his brother, everyone loves him. He's intelligent, handsome and brave.

But he can't accept that you didn't have the confidence to talk with him of that topic

He thought you we're best friends

Now, you don't joke with him, you don't go all the afternoons for a ice popsicle, you make your own breakfast, you don't visit his room and stay all the afternoon talking about mangas and playing with Kuroo.

He feels out of orbit.

"Rin" you said, taking out if his thoughts.

"Yes?" he asks.

"I don't think is a good idea to continue bringing me home"

He stop walking believing he heard wrong, and a evident "HUH" is in the air.

"What the fuck are you saying, Y/N?" he ask angry.

"Language, Okumura" You said, furrowing your brows.

"Language, my ass!" he scream. "You have been acting strange for weeks except with Yukio and Shura, did I do something wrong to have this attitude of yours?"

"Rin, isn't something we can talk in the middle of the institute" you said, stressed that a lot of people was watching the scene.

"I DON'T MIND IF EVERYONE IS WATCHING, JUST TELL ME"

Now, everyone is paying attention and you're getting angry.

"I'll say it again, I'm not talking about this topic here. If you don't calm your shit down, I'll leave" you challenge him, holding tightly to the strap of your bag.

He gets close to you.

He watch's you directly to your eyes

Oh god, his eyes

For an instant, the butterflies in your stomach were raising, but the anger was stronger. And your eyes were getting crystallizing by the anxiety.

He notices it, and when he was going to say something to mend the situation, he heard those words that freeze him eternally.

"Don't talk to me ever again, Okumura".

"What?"

"Stay away for me" you said, finally. Leaving quickly, feeling your heart in your throat and your breath stuck in your chest.

Rin was going to chase you, but Bon hold him up, leaving him and all the class surprised by your mad attitude.

You used to be happy, calm, rude and angry as a normal person. But the attitude recently you show...was so cold. Nobody expect that of you. No one except Shura that knows your feelings.

A/N: this wasn't supposed to be angst, but hell yeah...

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— THE DRAMA FINALLY END, but you weren't assisting school:

Your mom didn't pressure you

She knew what happen in the past and she understood your attitude.

You were eating a little bit, but you missed the lunches Rin prepared you. You missed his jokes, his laughs, his eyes, him.

You were so annoyed by your own attitude.

You were out of your mind.

All your life you were honest with all kinda people, but when it's about love, you're totally a dumbass.

You're phone was turned off all the week and Rin was getting anxious about you.

Nobody knew what happen with you

All the teachers said you were sick, but Rin didn't believe that. He was going to run out of classes, when Shura stopped him.

"Hey, kiddo. Calm down, where are you going?" she asks, clearly interested in the situation.

"It's not of your business, Shura" he said. "AUCH! WHY DID YOU HIT ME?"

"Are you going to see Y/N, aren't you?"

He nod, feeling his cheeks warm.

"Listen to me, you little dumb kid" Shura started. "The reason Y/N has those attitudes was because of you. I didn't want to say something cuz I appreciate her, but if you want to know. . . ask her directly, not in front of the middle of the school, idiot" she scold him.

"Ok, I admit it. Was my fault, but I was so stressed cuz I heard you both of you talking and I-"

"Nosy" she said, hitting him in the head. "Be a man and go an see if she isn't throwing by the window, she's a little impulsive like some guy I know"

Rin went to Y/N house the faster as he can, that when he finally arrives, he was just blanked. He saw Y/N in the street too thoughtful petting a cat that he didn't notice that a happy smile was tracing in his lips.

He reached you in silence when you stand up, you hit with his chest.

"IDIOT, WHAT ARE YOU-" the words were in the air in the instance your eyes met.

All the mixed feelings you were carrying all those weeks were finally a war all over your body.

"Rin" you finally said. feeling goosebumps just by saying his name.

He didn't response. He didn't know what to do. He got closer to you and before you said something. He hugged you. He hugged you with a gentleness that you feel dizzy just by smelling his cologne.

"I miss you" he finally said, hugging you more stronger.

"I miss you too, idiot" said honestly, corresponding to the hug.

Now on, you were in the park. Both of you in each swing waiting patiently for someone who can break the ice. You breathed harder and watch your jet black hair friend lost in his own thoughts.

“Rin”

“Y/N”

You hit him in the arm in the middle of a joyful laugh after that coincidence that Rin couldn’t help to dedicate you a warm smile tracing in his lips.

“I’m sorry for being so cold to you that day” you said.

“You don’t need to apologize, it was my fault. I put a lot of pressure on you and it wasn’t correct to expose you in front of all the school” he said, resting his face in chain of the swing.

You sigh, nodding with your head. You stop swinging and leaned to him in a chance to express yourself the things that were in your mind for a long time.

And the reason both of you were in this chaotic situation.

“I need you to tell you something, Okumura” you started, feeling your blood rushing harder through your veins.

“Woah, why you need to be so serious?” He asked with a piece of playfulness in his voice.

“Just, listen to me” you supplicated, closing your eyes pretty nervous.

He opened his eyes bigger as usual and placed all his attention on you.

“I think, no, sorry” you inhale nervously.

“If you are trying to broke our friendship is not fun enough, huh” he joked, watching your hand in his arm. You hit him, again.

“RIN OKUMURA, LET ME FINISH”

“Ok, I’m going to say it now” you said. You breathe again and speak as faster as you can. “Im in love with you and I was to shy to say it cuz you’re my best friend and I didn’t want to break our friendship and now on, you’re watching me weird, what’s the matter?” You said the final phrase in a scream, preparing your feet to run for your life.

“What?”

“I’m not going to say it again” you said, covering your face with both hands.

“I thought you liked Yukio” he said shocked, not moving your eyes from you, contemplating how your hair falling in your hands that covered your face.

Rin was going to take your hands when you lift your head just to scream “WHAT?”

“I never liked Yukio, how do you get to that conclusion?” You continue, showing your red ears and cheeks standing up of the swing and begin to walk from one place to another.

Now, he was embarrassed. He mumbled the response to himself and for an instance you need to get closed to his face so you can hear.

He instantly got red by the closeness. You were a mess too but your curiosity was more.

“That time you run like a crazy donkey, I told to the guys that you were acting weird. Izumo proposed that you’ll be in the library. So…all the boys went there and in the exact moment Shura was asking you what happen, we heard that you liked Yukio” he told you, watching how the iris of your eyes make smaller.

“Idiots. I didn’t even say that. Shura proposed that on purpose” you explained, bending down at the height of him.

“Well, that’s a relief…”he mumble, passing a hand over his hair.

You didn’t understand what he was trying to suggest with that reply. But you were standing up when he stopped you taking delicately your hand.

“Don’t go. You didn’t hear my opinion about your feelings”

“I know what you’re going to say and it’s okay, I don’t mind ignoring this and continue being -“

A soft pair of lips were in yours, stopping your speech.

"I was trying to say that I like you too" Rin smiled. He contemplate your reaction for a second. Your cheeks and ears were red as always. Your eyes were sparkling. And your brows were furrowed in a funny gesture showing your tsundere facade.

He was stunned by the way you looked and the way you looked at him.

Like a dumbass he leaned into you, again. Waiting for a kiss. Rin was telling you that with his eyes. But you tried to provoke him just a little.

"What?" you raised a brow crossing your arms in front of your chest.

"I'm waiting my kiss, I gave you one, it's time to give me one in return"

You looked at the sky being a blushing and erratic mess trying to concentrate

"I'm still waiting ~ " he sang, enjoying the view.

"Oh shut up, you idiot" you said finally closing the distance between the two of them, giving him a much more needy but still sweet kiss.

"Thank you, sweetie. I love you" Rin said, hugging you harder.

"I hate you" you said, laughing after the guy of your dreams make you tickles trying to give you a butterfly kiss.

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[hoseokspudding]

  ˖ ৎ୭ ॱ ₊ . * Starburst

𓂂 ࿐ ۫ ִ ⸼ Synopsis: You, as the girlfriend of Korea's top actor, began to suspect him of cheating when you discovered a text from a mysterious woman and that he's coming home late and not paying attention to you.

Characters: Zen from Mystic Messenger

Parrings: Zen x Jealous blackfem reader

Genre: Hurt/Comfort Nsfw

Word count: 2k

Warnings: Afab reader, unprotected sex, cussing, angst, nipple play, cream pie, pet names, make up sex, soft, tummy bulge, gentle, jealousy, suspecting of cheating, mentions of slight racism

｡ﾟ♡ ˖ ࣪ ୧ ｡: Author's notes:

WOAH DEE ACTUALLY WROTE SOMETHING?! IS HELL FREEZING OVER?!

Eek! Hello everyone this is my first fic here on Tumblr and my first NSFW fic I ever wrote ʕ⁠ ⁠ꈍ⁠ᴥ⁠ꈍ⁠ʔ. I hope that I did a great job and met everyone's expectations. I really want to thank @dejwrites for inspiring me to come back to writing and giving me tips as well. I want to thank @hachikosworld for giving me advice as well.

It been a long time coming but I just want to thank all my moots and new friends for being so patient with me. This community is so friendly and I'm excited to continue writing and creating new friends along the way. Anyways I hope you guys enjoyed it. I really tried my best and I hope it shows (⁠*⁠˘⁠︶⁠˘⁠*⁠)⁠.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡

Also feel free to message me and inbox me. I really want to make friends and share headcanons and all my silly ideas with everyone in the community.

NO MINORS ALLOWED

"You know what? I'm done!"

You stormed out of your and your boyfriend's apartment after arguing with him about how he is always late from work and barely spends time with you. Not to mention that you discovered a suspicious text from a woman on his phone while sitting on the couch earlier that day, leading you to suspect him of cheating.

It wasn't always like this at first. When you two first met it was the summer of your first semester, studying abroad in Korea where you met the now infamous Zen. You bumped into him while grabbing some coffee from the local convenience store and while holding the cup in your hand, you accidentally bumped your coffee against the male spilling it all over the long haired male. Things began to blossom for the both of you and as a compromise he asked you for your phone number, and then eventually a date.

Hyun was a very unknown actor when you two first started dating, and you stood by him, supporting him anytime he had any qualms about making it into the business or, more specifically, about getting any roles. Fortunately, things would turn around when he finally earned a leading role in a drama. You were really delighted and encouraging of him. However, because of his breakthrough performance, he became overloaded with work and kept busy, which meant that you and him were able to spend less and less time together.

It was difficult to see Hyun surrounded by beautiful women all day, every day. You went insane at the thought of them touching or even talking to him; you craved his touch to be yours alone. People knew Hyun as Zen, his stage name, and as prince charming, but the public would never know about the Zen you knew; the one who would die for you, the same one who would have you pinned up against the door, kissing you all over.

Zen's heart broke into a million pieces; he couldn't believe the girl he adored would suspect him of cheating on her. He was aware that the acting life could be demanding, with him required to make television appearances, award shows, and weekly appearances on an idol show. "(Y/n) dear," he said, looking down at you with his crimson red eyes, "I know I've been extremely busy with life, but I genuinely care about you dear. I know the press can be very intrusive, and it's difficult to keep us a secret–" you snapped again, "that's the thing, Hyun!" You addressed him by his given name rather than his stage name. "I'm sick of it."

"I'm sick of hiding, and it doesn't even feel like we're dating. We can't go out without you wearing some shitty outfit to disguise yourself or coming home late and immediately going to bed because you've been so busy. I'd like to know how my boyfriend is doing whenever he comes home." You were visibly upset with Zen to the point where tears started streaming down your cheeks. You were tired of his empty promises that he would make it up to you whenever he was too busy with work. Even though Zen would lavish you with designer purses, flowers, and even fund your shopping sprees, you still wanted your boyfriend to be there, right?

Your heart ached for him, especially at night when you wanted to cuddle and be held by him all night.

You were tired of not seeing him in the morning while he'd disappear all day without texting you for days. You yearned for the time before he became famous and it was just the two of you; yes, you were poorer back then, but you made it work.

Zen felt terrible for the way he had been treating his partner and for letting you go through this. He believed that by hiding your relationship from the public, he was shielding you from any negative attention he would face for dating in the godforsaken industry. Out of all the professions he could've went into he had to be an actor? He was also aware that he would face prejudice for dating a black woman, and he didn't want you to encounter any racism from his supporters, neighbors, or online users.

Zen was doing his best to decipher the situation as you were outside your shared home and he didn't want to draw unnecessary attention to himself, but he was concerned about you and your feelings.

He began to speak with his smooth, buttery voice. "You may not want to hear this, but I apologize. I didn't think about your feelings at all. You must have been lonely all day while I was at work. I know it's a lame excuse, but I'm genuinely tired when I get home from the set," he began.

You stood there in silence, listening to his explanation for why he was always canceling your plans and spending less time with you. You faced him with your hands on your hips. You also hoped he explained about that girl.

"This new project has been mentally and physically draining, but that doesn't give me the right to abandon you like that. You know how much I adore and care for you, and I would hate for this to tear us apart." He looked at you sympathetically and slowly approached you, grabbing your hands. He stared at your eyes, making sure you knew how sincere he was.

"The girl in my phone is actually a screenwriter trying to pitch a show to Netflix and asked if I wanted to be a part of the plot. I met her on the show I'm known for." You blushed in embarrassment, feeling childish for jumping to conclusions and not trusting your boyfriend.

You puffed up your cheeks, refusing to admit you were mistaken. Zen simply smiled reassuringly. "I don't blame you, princess; I'm surrounded by women all day, and it must be exhausting to think about it. I would have been jealous if you were constantly surrounded by men. I don't give a rat's ass about them because you're the only girl I have my heart set on. To me, you're the most beautiful girl in the entire fucking world. Princess, I love seeing you smile."

"It's simply that I want the rest of the world to know that I exist and that you are mine. I despise seeing you on television with these bitches when it should be me and you "You began to cry out of frustration, but you felt relieved knowing that he listened to you and understood how hurt you were.

Zen slowly embraced you in a hug, allowing you to cry out for him. In all honesty, he didn't know what to say. He wanted the world to know you existed as well and that you guys will be able to spend time with him in public free to do whatever you wanted, but he was well aware of the risks involved. However, he needs to think of something quick before he loses you.

"Please smile for me princess, I really enjoy seeing you smile," he said as he wiped your tears from your now puffy cheeks with his thumbs. "I'll figure it out, okay?"

"Please allow me to make it up to you." He took your hand in his and began walking back inside the house. You were well aware of what that meant for the two of you. You couldn't help but be moved by what Hyun said; he wasn't the type to make empty promises, so when he said he'd figure it out, he meant it. Not to mention how much you missed him and craved his attention and love.

He picked you up and carried you to your guy's bedroom, where the two of you would occasionally make love when Zen wasn't too busy. You held him tightly and let out another smile. He carefully placed you on the bed, taking care not to injure you. He then sat next to you, admiring your beauty.

"Everything will be fine," Zen assures you as he kisses your neck and holds your soft, moisturized, delicate hands. He worked his way around your neck, sucking and pulling at the napes of your brown skin.

He began to roam your body with his free hand, groping your breasts through the shirt you were wearing, feeling your bra holding your breast for dear life. He was so passionate with the way he touched you that you moaned softly. You'd think that with his stature, he'd be harsh, but instead he touches you with loving and passionate hands. He yanked on your shirt and started removing it, then slowly removed your bra, exposing your breast, which perked nicely for him. He started sucking on your tits.

He began by swirling his tongue against the buds of your nipples, then sucking and gently messaging the other breast with his free hand. You moaned again, his veiny and massive hands feeling amazing as he continued to fondle your breast.

After leaving hickeys on your massive tits, he made his way to your neck. He made his way to your lips, leaving a trail of love marks on your neck. As he hungrily kissed you, he couldn't deny how much he missed those plumped lips of yours and how those plumped lips of yours would be stained with gloss that would later end up at the base of his cock.

Zen couldn't help but become greedy; it was as if Zen hadn't drunk water in years and had finally gotten a chance to. He took a step back to examine you, which you were already a mess due to the constant attack on your neck. Your core couldn't help but become saturated with your juices, which oozed like honey from your cunt.

"Awe, I've been far away from my bunny for too long that she hasn't been taking care of," he smirked, before slowly removing his clothes as well. It was impossible not to notice the tint rising from his pants. Zen gently slapped your hand as you reached out to him "No, it's my turn to please you. You waited far too long" He then removed his boxers, revealing his cock, which was surrounded by a bush of white hair. He then untied his ponytail and let his long white hair fall down.

Zen slowly removed your short skirt, and seeing the dampness forming on your panties turned him on even more. He started rubbing the fabric of your panties, causing you to throw your head back and moan. He smiled and kept pressing his digits against you, enjoying how your panties got wetter and wetter with each press. He then pushed your lacy white panties to the side and slid a finger inside you, preparing you for his member. "How long has it been since I've last played in your pussy, eh? It's so lovely and juicy, and it's only for me."

You couldn't help but curl your toes and moan as he reached places you'd never be able to reach with your hands. Zen craved more of your moans because they were so addicting. "Please H-Hyun...I want more," you begged him. "Whatever my princess wants, she gets." Oh, how you missed Hyun, not Zen, the guy you fell in love with, the guy who was so in love with you that he was pussy whipped by everything you did.

He grew tired of using his fingers after a while. Zen got on his knees, gripped your thighs, and began licking your wet region, making slurping sounds as he hungrily sucked your clit as he craved to taste your juices and hear your voice desperately call out to him. You whimpered and whined for him as his tongue maneuvered every inch of you, exploring every crease. You couldn't stop yourself from grabbing his long silky white hair and calling out for him. "Z-zenny soo good," your voice would trail off as you moaned his name. You threw your head back and moaned once more.

Fuck. He was in desperate need of you. He craved you more than his cigarettes, and he desperately wanted to be inside of you, reclaiming you, reminding you that he still loves and cares for you. He wanted you to scream his name into the sky and let everyone know that you belong to him, even if he's busy with work.

He stepped away from you and licked his lips; he began catching his breath, allowing you to do the same. After a few seconds, he began to position himself near you, bending down to kiss your neck as he slowly began to slide himself into you. You began to grunt, remembering how good his cock felt inside of you. You yelped and bucked your hips slightly, feeling the pleasure return to you.

He gave you a moment to adjust yourself, knowing you hadn't done anything in a long time. "I'm ready now," you said, giving him permission to begin. Hyun then began to pump inside of you, drilling the inside of you with each pump. He drew you in closer and continued to plow your insides, his hips digging into yours. You immediately grabbed his arms and cried out to him, desperate. God, you missed it, the way he would passionately fuck your brains out.

Your brows knitted up as he began to burry his cock inside of you. With each stroke he made, the sheets of the mattress began to bundle up as you held on for dear life. Giving you deep and slow strokes at first so you could feel how much he loves you. Hyun quickly abandoned that, however, as he became desperate for you.

Hearing you moan and groan his name was so addicting. Your body wasn't helping him either, as your pussy started making gushy sounds due to how wet it was. He was feeling so good that he couldn't help but make elegant sounds himself. As he continued to probe your insides, his face turned bright red.

He knelt down and kissed your lips, sucking the bottom of your lips and letting out a couple of moans that sent vibrations against you.

You started touching his nice chiseled body all over, running your soft hands all around his chest, feeling each peck. You had always admired his gym physique. He was always going to the gym in his spare time and when he wasn't spending time with you. You smiled through the entire kiss, enjoying how he still kisses you so beautifully as he drilled into your wet sticky core.

He pushed your legs against your head without warning. You looked at him, completely dazed by the fact that he was now fucking you deeper than before, reaching into places and repeatedly hitting your g-spot. You yelped as a rush of pleasure washed over you. You dug your manicured nails into his skin, "Hyun! P-please," you said as his pumps increased in speed.

His cock was so deep inside you that you could see it poking around in your stomach. His manhood was constantly striking your cervix, intensifying your pleas for him.

Zen grinned as he looked down at you, seeing how messed up you were beneath him. "Did my baby miss getting fucked like this?" he asked. You blushed and shook your head yes.

More and more pleasant sounds escaped your pretty lips as Zen continued to pump his girth into you. As you approached your climax, your stomach began to twist and turn into knots. "F-fuck" was all you could say at this point. "I'm going to c-cum," you moaned. Zen's voice twitched as he neared his climax. He grunted and moaned a few times. "I-I'm close behind you," his breath became shaky as he desperately wanted to fill your void with his cum.

You let out a yell as you came, and Zen, after a few pumps, had also reached his climax as well. He drew away from you and began catching his breath; he was drenched in sweat that trickled down his body. You were soaked in sweat, and your make-up was practically ruined by dried tears on your cheeks and smeared mascara.

"Want another round, eh?" He stated this while looking down at you. Zen pushed his hair back away from his face, allowing you to really take in his beauty. You couldn't help but fall in love with him all over again. You laughed softly and drew yourself onto him, anticipating what the night would bring the two of you.

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[reigenkills]

no Muerte x Reader? fine (thanos voice): i'll do it myself

ella enchanted + red riding hood reader, Death having a laugh

EDIT: PART TWO LMAO | PART THREE 💀 | PART FOUR | PART FIVE | PART SIX | 7 | 8

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"I'm surprised you actually tried it."

You wince, instantly holding yourself still in the pose of dropping a match into a bowl full of spell ingredients. There is a fire burning in said bowl in front of you, but your shadow stretches ahead, looming over you, the summoning circle, and the stolen grimoire.

"It wasn't supposed to work," you say.

"It wouldn't have," says the thing casting the physics-bending shadow. "But I'm curious why you did it anyway when you knew it was a dud."

You eye the grimoire with a grimace, pride twinging in sympathy for the witch you'd stolen it from. She was a big-name witch too, real infamous in her circles. Of course you knew she was bullshit the second she started talking about being able to undo your curse, but some of her work is legit; and she might have tried to turn you into a toad, but you're slightly offended on her behalf.

There's a sniff (what? who just does that?) and then the shadow tilts its head. "Something's wrong with you."

"Isn't there with everyone?"

The shadow ignores you, instead stooping down - and a shot of fear bolts down your spine at the sudden wash of cold that hangs close to your back. There's that sniff again, and then, a voice right beside you says: "Oh, you're cursed."

Great. Rule number one of being a mercenary, never let your enemies smell blood. Or fear. Or uh, your curse, but apparently this guy can sniff that out somehow.

Then again, you should have expected this when you got roped into catching fucking Death.

It'll be a quick job, they said. Twenty minutes tops after snatching the great Evil Witch's spellbook and finding the spell to trap Death. Nevermind the fact that every witch worth their broom calls themself an Evil Witch these days, of course, and you had to go through several hundred censuses to figure out which one was your mark.

And then there's the fact that you're supposed to be catching Death. Fucking hell.

"Curious," says Death. Honest-to-goodness Death. What the fuck. "If you knew it wasn't going to work, and if you're already headed my way with that curse, why go through with the spell?"

"Shouldn't you know?"

"I'm Death, not Knowledge," he says. "Trust me, you'd know the difference between me and that nerd any day."

To your mortification, you can't stop the godawful snicker that joke gets out of you. You slap a hand over your mouth to muffle the noise.

Death snorts. "Tell me."

"I was ordered to trap you," you automatically say, and then clench your teeth in frustration, frowning. This damnable curse of yours.

"Oh?" Death moves, smoothly gliding from behind you to your side; the movement instantly draws your attention to him and - oh shit.

"What red eyes you have," you whisper, freezing under the brightness of his stare. With his hood pulled over his head, they're about the only thing you can see of his face, save for his snout, and the rows of large, sharp, teeth.

"The better to see you with, my dear." Death grins. "Was that your curse?"

"What was?" You swallow. "I'm just not used to meeting new people, I'm a nervous blabber."

"Tell me the truth."

"Yes, it was," you say, and then make a noise of frustration, clenching your fists.

"Look at that." If it were possible, Death's grin widens, effectively baring his teeth not even two inches away from your face in the process. "Isn't that interesting?"

"It's really not."

"Oh, but it is," he says. "How'd you get it? Parents not pay off their debts when it was due? Throw a rock at a bird and anger its patron? Or did you cut out the middleman and piss off fae?"

Spitefully, you keep your mouth shut, teeth grinding together in the effort. Death only snickers, narrowing his eyes in amusement.

"I could always just ask you to tell me," he says. "I don't have to be polite to someone who was trying to trap me."

"I knew it wouldn't work."

"You tried it anyway," he says. "And if you're gonna blame it on your curse, then let me understand exactly how this works."

Your gums are starting to hurt from how hard your jaw is clenched. Your glare up at him as pettily as you can manage, but the motherfucker doesn't look away, doesn't even blink while you glower at him.

Fucking eldritch entities.

You sigh.

"I was…cursed," you say, then, amend: "Gifted by fae when I was a baby. The gift of obedience."

"Because?"

"...cause she thought it would be a nice gift," you grumble. "Except - you know - that's nice when you're like, five or something, but not when…" You make a haphazard gesture with your hand.

Death eyes you up and down, though his gaze lingers over your shoulder and above your head, like he's seeing something only he can sense. You try your best not to shrink under the intensity of his gaze.

After a while, he says, "Pat your head."

Your hand automatically flies up to pat your head.

The piece of shit has the gall to laugh.

"Asshole!" You get to your feet, kicking the bowl of still-burning summoning ingredients at him. Who gives a shit if it's Death. The ass just laughed at you after telling you to pat your head like a chump. Sadly, he barely has to pay attention to dodge the metal bowl as it flies past him.

"You had to run around looking for that witch and nearly get turned into a worm," Death says, "Because of a gift of obedience?"

He breaks into another round of cackles at that, all seven feet or so of him doubling over in laughter. Your hands twitch for one of the guns in your holster, but no matter how irritating he is, it's probably not a good idea to shoot Death.

"Very funny," you seethe.

"It is," Death says, "It's hilarious."

"Yeah, well, let's see you laughing when someone figures out they can tell me to try and kill you or whatever," you grit out. "I can't control it, you know."

"Mm. I'd just tell you to not do that, after you tire yourself out. Way more fun that way," he says, snickering.

He turns to where the remnants of the ingredients bowl have scattered, still burning away - because the magic might have been wrong, but it's still magic, so the damn things haven't burnt to ashes yet - and inclines his head down towards it. The flames instantly snuff out.

"Stop trying to trap me," he says, and you instantly feel the command contradict your last directive, strain against it, and break it down. Your limbs loosen; you unclench your jaw. "You should probably move continents or something. Far Far Away still has mercenaries."

"You're not gonna kill me?"

"I don't kill," Death snorts. "I collect. The affairs of the living aren't my concern - until they are, at least. Some kid getting their curse used against them hardly concerns me."

The wording has you narrowing your eyes at him again. "And my…employers?"

He grins again, and you wisely back off at the sight of his teeth. "That's up to me to decide, isn't it?"

"I guess," you say. "You need addresses or anything?"

"Nah," he says. "I'm Death, kid. I'm everywhere."

This time, you snort, crouching to pick up the grimoire on the floor and tuck it under your arm. If you're gonna move continents to a place where nobody knows your curse, you're gonna need way more leverage than you usually do. "You just said you weren't Knowledge - "

You blink as you straighten, finding yourself alone in the barren, empty room. There's no looming figure, no overly bright red eyes. Just you.

You were visited by Death and he didn't kill you. Laughed at your plight, yes, but you're alive and kicking.

Probably best not to look a gift horse in the mouth. Or a wolf in the maw. Whatever. You should start packing and getting the hell out of here.

[luimagines]

I mean when I saw the option I had to choose this one. There's no other option. One of my absolute favorites. Especially after convincing you Sky is actually just as bad. Curious to hear your commentary. Keep being awesome!

You snapped your head in the direction of the voice with wide eyes, freezing in place like a dear in headlights. Sky sprints in our direction, slapping your hand and scattering the berries all over the forest floor. "Are you crazy?!""Sky?""Do you even know what kind of berries those are? What if they're poisonous?! You don't just eat things you find growing around you!" He's panicking. Sky paces the space you. His hands flutter all around you, touching you gently but thoughtfully. He checks your pulse, your temperature, your reaction time- he checks if you're swelling or not."Sky, I'm ok." You say after a choked minute."Are you?" He checks your forehead again, resting he back of his hand against your cheek. "Are you sure?"You hesitate to respond. He is very close right now. His nose is only inches away from yours. And his eyes- were they always that blue?You take a step back.Sky seems to catch on and gasps. "Sorry. Sorry. I wasn't paying attention. Are you feeling ok?"Truthfully, you're not but you can't let him know that. You nod. "I'm fine. I already ate one. So I think they're fine to eat. Otherwise, I might be dealing with food poisoning-" He opens his mouth to interject but you hold your hand up, stopping him."-later. I feel perfectly fine right now."He frowns. "I don't trust it.""We can bring back a twig for one of the others to try and identify it." You offer, pointing in the direction of the little bush. "I think Wild's Sheikah Slate would be able to figure something out. I saw him use it to name a few animals a while ago. Maybe it can do the same with plants."Sky doesn't seem to convinced but he can't find an argument fast enough. "...Alright. But I don't trust it. The second you start feeling well, you have to tell someone, ok?"That actually doesn't sound too appealing to you. "...Why?" You chuckle nervously. "No one has to know-""Yes, we do." Sky presses. "Otherwise no one is going to know how to properly treat you just cause you're embarrassed to be just as bad as the Champion.""In his defense, he's not that bad." You roll your eyes."Then tell Twilight what you did.""Hell no"

If you wanna read what this ask is talking about, It's right here.

Oh that one!! I'm glad you liked it. XD

Now for this one, I knew that Sky would be a mother hen of sorts so I wanted to get across how often/deeply he worries for others. As usual, I wanted to bridge Point A and Point B with some dialogue/story telling.

That being said, I couldn't help but take a stab or two at the typical chaos that we know and love because Sky is not the biggest mother hen of the group and Reader is not the most reckless. XD

[randoimago]

Hihi! I saw your thing about friends to lovers and I dig it. Maybe friends to lovers with Jean-Pierre Polnareff? Possibly takes place after sdc snd before golden wind? Polnareffs bff owns a small little shop that he visits everyday type thing? Sorry if its not a lot to work worth im bad with ideas and explaining :c

Promises Made

Fandom: JoJo's Bizarre Adventure

Character(s): Jean-Pierre Polnareff

Type of Request: 3,000 Followers Oneshots

Note(s): No this is really cute!! I'm happy to write it. Also just now realized I misread the request. I thought it said Polnareff's bf (boyfriend) and not bff so that's my bad (I can fix it easily)!!

"And how is business today, mon ami?" Polnareff has a wide smile as he walks into your shop. It's a routine he's kept every day. While his personal research and work with Jotaro and the Speedwagon Foundation take up most of his time, he wants to make sure that he always has this moment to come by and see you.

You glance up from where you're sweeping the floor a bit, wanting to keep it clean and the smile that crosses your face has Polnareff smiling wider. That is another reason he makes it a routine to come and see you daily.

"Not too busy today, but it hasn't been dead, so I think it's going well," you reply and Polnareff nods as if he's hanging onto your every word.

"That's good, I wouldn't want you to be exhausted from working too hard." As if he's one to talk. After all the events in Egypt, he feels as if he hasn't had a moment to rest between finally grieving and wanting to make sure it couldn't happen again. But he doesn't tell you that, he continues to be the funny, cheery guy for you. You deserve to see him at his best. "Do you think you could step away for a moment? Just to walk with me," he asks you, wanting to do more than talk to you in your shop and potentially be interrupted by a customer coming in.

Polnareff is pleased by your smile as you walk over and put a sign on the front door, saying you'll be back in fifteen minutes. He holds his arm out for you to take, acting like he's being goofy when he really wants to use it as an excuse for you to touch him. You walk with him and it's pleasant.

As you both catch up on your day, speaking in more details than you did in the shop, Polnareff finds himself staring. He's caught himself doing that a good bit since meeting you. And despite being a hell of a romantic, he does enjoy this friendship you have. Making friends hasn't been the easiest since Egypt and he doesn't want to ruin this by being selfish.

"We should probably start to head back," you say with a bit of a disappointed sigh that causes his heart to pick up. He feels that same disappointed, but he knows how valuable your shop is to you, so he agrees as he leads you back.

You had let go of his arm at this point, which did cause a frown on his face for a split second before he covered it up. He can't help the blush as he feels your hand intertwine with his on the walk back. If he wasn't so caught up in his feelings, he would've maybe noticed that you seemed a bit flustered from doing that.

You make it back to your shop with him, hand-in-hand. No one is waiting for you to be back and you take the sign off the door as he stands around your shop, not wanting to leave, but also not wanting to just seem as if he's loitering. Thankfully, Polnareff is saved when an older woman walks in to speak with you. Perhaps a regular. He doesn't pay attention to what the two of you talk about, he doesn't want to eavesdrop... Well, he does, but he manages to refrain. That is, until the woman starts to leave and looks in Polnareff's direction this time.

"You take care of them. Don't break their heart," she says to Polnareff, causing him to freeze and be unable to respond as she leaves the shop. The slight laughter that leaves your lips brings him back as his face is also red and he notices the apologetic look on your face.

"Sorry about her, she's come by quite often just to talk. She's been like an overprotective grandma," you explain and Polnareff nods at that as he's still a bit lost in his thoughts. Eventually he bites the bullet and looks to you.

"I'd never break your heart," he promises you and surprise crosses your features at Polnareff's small confession. "I could never hurt you like that."

"I know Jean-Pierre." The way you speak his name with such tenderness causes the French man to step closer.

"If you allow me, I will make sure every day is a happy one for you. I want to show you how much love you truly deserve. I cherish this friendship we have, but please do not blame me for being a selfish man and wanting more." The romantic side in Polnareff has never left him and it feels freeing in a sense to not hold back his feelings when speaking to you.

"I guess we're both selfish then," you speak up after a moment of pause and processing. The smile that crosses Polnareff's face is wider than any you've seen before as he moves behind the front counter to pull you into a hug. Normally, you'd scold him for getting behind the front counter, but now you're just trying to breathe with how tightly he presses you to his chest. Polnareff realizes your struggling and lets you go with a brighter blush on his face as he smiles down at you.

"I promise, I will never break your heart," he says again, and you nod, giving him a smile back. "I might not be able to visit every day, but I will always come back to you." It's a dangerous thing to promise with what he intends on doing. But the promise and this new relationship with you gives him extra motivation. And he knows that he'll fight so damn hard to keep it.

[princess-of-the-corner]

Gosh seeing PMMM AU's via time travel reminds me of this one idea I had.

Homura wakes up, seems like a regular, familiar timeline.

She goes through the motions, the habits, the familiar parts.

She barely pays attention to anything outside her narrow purview.

Until she gets to school & the receptionist clicks their tongue at her ring.

"I thought we were meant to be told when someone new was assigned here. Go check out the club room on the top floor."

(or something like that XD)

Confused she goes along with it and finds herself freezing at the name on the door.

"Puella Magi - Mitakihara Branch #1!"

Things she'd been ignoring or glossing over, certain looks or comments, idle chatter overheard, flashes of posters & recordings all come roaring to the forefront of Homura's mind.

Then the door opens with a click and she's greeted by a smiling Madoka who already made a contract.

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Long story short, this is a timeline where someone's sister or friend died heroically as a magical girl & so their successor wished that everyone would know what heroes the magical girls are.

This led to the masquerade being pulled back, violently.

Suffice to say, Witches suddenly being visible to the public eye and more, leaving their domains to attack causes no end of shock, horror and chaos.

One of the first major reported cases (In Japan at least) was Tomoe Mami defending and saving hundreds, including some noted media personalities as a witch descended on a public park.

She wasn't the only one to do such things of course, but it did give her a very public and uncomplicated heroic debut compared to some magical girls. Especially as her demeanor and manner makes it easy for her to be well liked compared to some rough around the edges types.

(Oriko Mikuni is also of noted importance)

Anyway, chaos spread as awareness grew with some areas or countries not doing so hot & others processing things very well. The truth regarding the Incubators came out and oh boy, did that cause problems; & briefly saw them outright banished from the planet.

Now they are back but are contained to diplomatic agencies & pretty much universally hated but still needed to deal with the problems they created, ala Witches, Familiars & some new critters that popped up that they didn't plan on.

Japan was one of the countries that bounced back rather well, so Puella Magi are largely regarded very positively. Though be it in a "I hope my daughter doesn't become one, its so dangerous" kind of way, with many becoming celebrities.

Mami is a major face for their loosely organized association that collaborates with the government to ensure Puella Magi can live normal lives & defend their communities & get enough support to avoid stuff like turning into Witches.

The Incubators are also not meant to create new, unsanctioned magical girls, so Homura is kind of as giant red flag, save that the Incubators also have no fucking clue where she came from.

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Aside, but Homura freaks out about Madoka, gets pulled back by magical girl Hitomi & basically tries to fucking bolt with them in hot pursuit.

(She shot Hitomi in the leg but it didn't take & Homura got punched through a window over it)

Mami was in town & helped them orchestrate an ambush after observing Homura's powers for a bit. Did some quick PR & then left with a bound up Homura to go raise merry hell with the Incubators.

There'd be a brief cut to Sayaka & Kyoko at their own local branch being like, "What the fuck is today right?"

Sadly I never got much further than that with planning.

Gods sorry for the massive submission XD

Oh that's fucking WILD I love it

[void-occupation]

another thought I had about the hells winter thing when I was supposed to be paying attention in science lol-

the bayou is unaffected by hell's weather right? well what if because the more difference there is in the two temperatures, the harder it is to keep that up?

can you imagine him having that one safe space ripped from him? all while he's desperately trying to stay warm and just coping with cabin fever in general.

or the alternative:

when a particularly freezing night hits, angel pipes up with the idea of alastors bayou, and alastor has to deal with 6 (i forgot if pentious was dead in hidden hurts or not-) other demons in this one place that was supposed to be his safe space, and also the fact that keeping certain habits, secrets, and emotions hidden gets really REALLY hard when you have no alone time for god knows how long haha.

Hazbin Winter has been floating around my head like a mosquito, THERES TOO MANY POSSIBILITY'S !!

whump angst fluff and humour galore fr lmfao

I love this, and there's definitely a way to incorporate both ideas if you'll take a moment to imagine with me:

At first, things weren't too bad. It sucked and Alastor was cold all the time, but whatever. Then Angel had the bright idea of having everyone stay in Alastor's bayou on a particularly cold night which was also...fine. It was fine. However, one night turned into two, turned into a dozen, and suddenly, Alastor didn't have his own space anymore. That sucked because that meant he had no where he felt safe enough to let his guard down except Rosie's which was out of the question. He would have just shadow-traveled, except this was a Hell winter. and Hell winters were special in that they could be felt no matter what magic was being used unless it was angelic - which Alastor's was not. But it was fine. So what if he didn't have anywhere to decompress? That didn't matter. However, it did have repercussions.

As time wore on, Alastor became a lot more irritable and defensive. Stress built up to unbearable levels, and despite his usual insistence that he was above such things, he began taking little comments (that normally wouldn't have affected him very much) to heart, and letting them hurt his feelings which he of course never told anyone. Add on the fact that he was getting more and more exhausted as the days went by and that only made things worse. He started displaying some obvious nervous ticks from tugging on his hair, to picking at his hands/clothes, to fiddling with random objects, etc.. All of the stress only made the cold affect him more and that was the last thing he needed. It became harder and harder to use his magic and maintain preexisting spells as his body used all of its energy trying to stay warm - shivering constantly and burning calories he didn't have to spare since the stress made him unable to eat.

It all came to a head on one of the rare occasions he actually had his room to himself - everyone else was watching a movie in the lobby. He was curled in one of his chairs wrapped in blankets and shaking with cold despite the bayou's warmer temperature. He could only keep it so much warmer than the outside, and it had steadily gotten colder day by day as his magic weakened. He felt weaker than ever, and honestly wasn't sure if he'd be able to leave his chair. Suddenly, he felt alarmingly empty and he watched in pure horror as his beloved bayou - his only safe haven from his dealer's watchful eyes - faded from existence. He poured all of his strength into a last desperate attempt at saving it, but his best wasn't good enough and it disappeared. He let out a wretched cry and fell to the floor in a tangled heap, but since his room was on the top floor, no one heard. He'd used the last of his strength to try and save the bayou, so he couldn't even drag himself to a sitting position. He cried silent tears over the combined stress and terror caused by losing his last safe haven entirely and ended up passing out due to exhaustion.

Since the bayou was gone, so was the temperature control, and the room steadily plunged into freezing temperatures, hastened by a previously unknown draft from one of the windows. No one knew what happened until they went up to Alastor's room only for it to be colder than the rest of the hotel, and find the bayou gone and Alastor unconscious with frozen tear tracks on his face. They quickly brought him down to the lobby to be next to the fireplace, and the only reason he didn't lose his fingers to frostbite and his life to hypothermia was because of Lucifer's angelic magic. Technically he wouldn't have died permanently, but if he'd died, he either would have regenerated outside (which would lead to him freezing to death again and repeating the process indefinitely) or in the presence of some random sinner who might take a look at a disoriented Radio Demon and decide to make history by doing him in once and for all. Either way not good odds.

Needless to say, when he woke up, Alastor. Freaked. Out. I'm talking full mental breakdown, maybe a panic attack, maybe some frantic hair-tearing, maybe crying, I don't know. All I know is that it's bad. And who can blame him? As mentioned before, the bayou was his ONLY safe haven from his master's surveillance and now he was completely vulnerable to her watchful gaze. There was no where in Hell he could escape her besides his bayou, but he can't tell any of them that, even if he wanted to. Not only that, but he's pretty much completely defenseless. He's too weak to use his magic and all he has left at his defense are his teeth and claws, which means he now has to rely on the others for shelter, heat, and defense. This of course only makes his stress shoot up exponentially and everyone starts getting super concerned, but he straight-up can't tell them why he's so paranoid. Completely awful all around.

that's all I have for now, hope you enjoyed this word vomit. My computer powered off halfway through and deleted all of it and I wanted to cry, but it's done now lol