#guess i was too caught up in you hands (sorry im a bit weird about hands sometimes)

[im-so-normal-iswear]

Hi, I want to request a headcanon with SSS, with a human!reader (separately, this is not poly), reader is a friend of the trinity, based on this, reader has feelings for the trinity, but because reader is a human, and they are meanwhile mobians, she thinks that she is not attracted to them, since she is a human, and mobians may have different standards of beauty, plus, she does not want to seem like a pervert in their eyes, and ruin their friendship, but somehow SSS finds out about the reader's feelings, and they begin dating. Thanks in advance if you write 💙❤️🤍

A/n: my head hurts, sorry for posting this so late

triple s x Human!Reader

Sonic:

You had been friends with Sonic for years. From the moment you met him, you knew he was special, not just because of his speed or heroics but because of the way he made everything feel more exciting. He was a whirlwind of energy, always dragging you along on adventures, cracking jokes, and treating you like you were just as capable as any of his other friends.

But deep down, there was something you harbored, something that gnawed at you whenever he flashed that confident aura your way. You had feelings for him.

It wasn't supposed to happen. He was a Mobian, and you were human. Surely, his kind had different standards of beauty. Maybe Mobians found humans ugly? Off putting? The last thing you wanted was for Sonic to see you as some weirdo who had inappropriate thoughts about one of his kind.

You convinced yourself it wasn't possible, that he'd never see you the way you saw him. So, you swallowed your feelings and stayed his loyal friend, even when your heart ached to be more.

But Sonic wasn't oblivious. He knows a thing or two about crushes (being around amy is already more than enough to teach him) he noticed the way your eyes lingered when he was in vicinity, how your laugh was just a bit too strained when he teased you, he saw the way your shoulders tensed when he got too close. Sonic wasn't the type to ignore his instincts, and his gut told him something was up.

One day, after an especially intense adventure, the two of you collapsed onto a grassy hill, panting and laughing. The sunset cast a golden glow over you both, and sonic, never one for subtlety, turned to you with a smirk.

"You know, you've been acting weird around me lately," he said, propping himself up on his elbow. "Something on your mind?"

Your stomach twisted. This was it. The moment you dreaded.

"I... it's nothing," you forced a chuckle, looking anywhere but at him. "Just tired, I guess."

Sonic wasn't buying it. "Come on, you can tell me anything, y'know? We're friends!"

And that was the problem, wasn't it?

The words came out before you could stop them. "That’s exactly why I can't tell you."

Sonic blinked, caught off guard. His ears twitched, processing your words before a slow grin spread across his face. "Wait a sec... do you like me?"

Your heart stopped. Your face burned. You shot up in panic. "No! I mean- yes! I meant- ugh!" You groaned, covering your face. "This is exactly what I didn't want! I didnt want to make things weird, because your movian and im... Human..."

Sonic was silent for a moment, but then he started laughing. Not cruelly, not mockingly, just his usual, carefree laugh. "Wow, and here I thought I was the dense one!"

You peeked between your fingers. "...Huh?"

He leaned back, hands behind his head. "You seriously thought I wouldn't be into you just because you're human?" He turned to you, eyes twinkling with amusement. "Newsflash, I don't care about that. You're you, and that's what matters."

Your heart stopped. "You mean... you?"

Sonic grinned. "Yeah, I like you, dummy."

Your world tilted. The worries, the doubts, the fear of being seen as some creepy human crushing on a Mobian, all of it evaporated in an instant. Before you could even process it, Sonic was already standing, holding out a hand.

"Now that that's outta the way, how 'bout a date? Maybe a race, loser buys chili dogs?"

You laughed, shaking your head as you took his hand. "I’m going to regret this, aren't I?"

Sonic just smirked. "Oh, definitely."

And just like that, your fears faded away.

Shadow:

Loving Shadow was a quiet kind of torture.

Shadow was... different. He was distant yet ever-present. You weren't even sure how you had become friends with him, Shadow didn't really have many friends after all. But somehow, after some time, you had earned a place in his life.

That was bad.

Because along the way, you had fallen for him.

And that was unacceptable.

Shadow wasn't the type to tolerate foolishness, and what was more foolish than a human harboring feelings for a Mobian? It didn't matter that your heart flipped every time he stood close, that your skin tingled when his gloved hand brushed against yours, or that his rare smirks made your knees weak. It didn't matter, because you were human, and he wasn't.

He could never see you that way.

But Shadow wasn't blind. He saw how you hesitated when he got too close, how your heart rate spiked when he addressed you. Shadow didn't believe in coincidences, and he wasn't one to ignore anomalies, especially not when they involved you.

One evening, after a particularly grueling mission, he cornered you.

"You're avoiding me."

You answered quick, "I'm not avoiding you."

"Lying doesn't suit you," he said, stepping closer. "What's wrong?"

"Nothing, Shadow. Drop it."

He didn't. Of course he didn't.

"Tell me the truth." His voice was less intense now.

You looked away. "I can't."

Silence stretched between you. Then, so quietly you almost didn't hear it.

"You think I wouldn't want you because you're human."

Your entire body froze. Your eyes snapped to him. "...What?"

His expression was unreadable, but his gaze burned into you. "You think I wouldn't reciprocate." He took another step forward. "You're wrong."

"I... I don't understand."

Shadows eyes softened, just a fraction. "I don't care about species. I care about strength, about loyalty, about who someone is at their core." He paused. "I care about you."

Your world tilted. The fear, the doubt, the self-imposed barriers, they all shattered in an instant.

Shadow reached out, hesitating for only a second before brushing a hand against your cheek. "You're important to me," he admitted, voice barely above a whisper. "If you feel the same... I won't run from it."

Tears pricked your eyes. "I thought I wasn’t enough."

"You are," he said firmly. "Always."

And just like that, the walls crumbled.

Silver:

You never meant to fall for Silver.

He had been your friend for so long, always bright eyed and hopeful, always treating you like you were the most important person in the world. He was gentle in ways others weren't, encouraging you when you doubted yourself, listening intently to your dreams, and never making you feel like an outsider despite being a human in a world full of Mobians.

Maybe that's why it hurt so much.

Because even though you cared for him, even though your heart raced when he smiled at you, even though you wanted so badly to take his hand in yours, you couldn't.

He was a Mobian. You were human.

Mobians probably had different beauty standards. What if you were ugly to him? What if you confessed and he was disgusted? Worse, what if he pitied you?

Silver was too kind to outright reject you in a cruel way. He'd probably give you an awkward smile, say something about how he "values you as a friend," and then things would never be the same. You couldn't risk it.

So, you buried your feelings.

You let him ramble about the future, let him take your hand when he was excited, let him hug you when he was happy, all the while pretending that it didn't tear you apart inside.

But Silver wasn't stupid. Naive? Yes. Oblivious? Sometimes. But when it came to you, he always paid close attention.

One day, after an exhausting mission, the two of you sat on the edge of a cliff, watching the sky shift from orange to deep purple. The air was cool, and Silver, without thinking,rested his head on you.

Your heart stopped.

"You've been weird lately," he murmured, eyes on the horizon.

You swallowed hard. "I don't know what you mean."

Silver lifted his head, looking up at you with soft curiosity. "You don't talk to me the same way anymore. You don't look me in the eyes as much. Did I do something wrong?"

Guilt twisted in your gut. "No! You didn't do anything wrong, I just..."

"Just what?" He tilted his head, eyes shining with concern.

You couldn't tell him. You couldn't risk losing this.

But then Silver reached out, fingers brushing against yours, hesitant but warm. "You can tell me anything, y'know?"

The sincerity in his voice broke you.

"I like you," you blurted, eyes squeezing shut. "I’ve liked you for so long, but I thought-" You inhaled sharply. "I thought I wasn't right for you. Im human. You're Mobian. What if I'm... what if I'm not attractive to you? What if I ruin everything?"

For a second, there was silence.

Then-

"You idiot."

Your eyes flew open, as you turned towards him. Silver's face was flushed, ears twitching, hands gripping yours tightly.

"You think I care about any of that?" he huffed, voice shaking. "Do you even know how much I like you?"

Your breath caught. "You-"

"Yes!" He groaned, running a hand down his face. "I thought you didn't see me that way! I thought I was being weird for liking a human, but I didn't care because it's you! I don't care about species or looks or any of that stuff! I just wanted to be with you!"

Tears pricked your eyes. "Silver-"

"You're the most amazing person I’ve ever met," he continued, voice cracking slightly. "You're kind, strong, and you always make me feel like I belong. Do you really think I'd let something as stupid as species get in the way of that?"

You let out a shaky laugh, overwhelmed. "I'm the idiot, huh?"

Silver smiled, soft and warm. "The biggest."

And then, hesitantly, he leaned forward, resting his forehead against yours. His hands squeezed yours, his tail flicking behind him.

"Can I...?" he whispered, breath warm against your lips.

You nodded.

And then, finally, Silver closed the distance

A/n: i dont know how to describe kissing, im sorry

[fandomwritinga]

Bring more stuff abt Rihito/Lihito

I wanna see some headcannons of yours.

IM SOS SORRY FOR TAKING SO LONG I WAS GRADUATING LOL

Anyways here are some random/general/nsfw headcanonc of lihito lol

- ok so there is so much about this man

- He is so big but such a baby

- So lets see what we are working with

- Dude has his own company (regardless of how he came to get it lol)

- He treats his co workers amazingly

- He treats his friends well

- So imagine what he would do if he had a partner?

- Man would do anything for you

- He also has big hands

- Which means he got a big dick-

- So

- He loves when you call him Lihito

- After all everybody calls him that

- But when u use his actual name? Man melts on the spot

- He doesnt know which one to prefer

- So u did a little experiment

- When you guys were going at it you called him his actual name for once

- He stopped

- Looked at you

- Kissed you on the nose

- And he broke the fucking bed

- Also i think he loves your nose

- Just in general like he just likes to kiss you there

- He deff has some weird sex toys

- I mean dude was single for a loooong time so he deff bought some weird shit off the internet

- But now he has you so he doesnt need it anymore…..or?

- Anyways you visit him when he is working and he is over the roof

- He is showing you every place every room like he hasnt done it every time you come there

- He just wants to show off for you

- You sucked his dick under his desk once

- He deff has a list of places where he wants you guys to do it

- When he fights?

- Wooohooooooooooo

- Bark BARK BARK

- Man is HOT

- Before his fight he wants to talk to you

- And only you

- He just wants to see his babe

- After the fight he wins? Be prepared for a pounding

- Of course only after a nice dinner and something romantic

- He is just a big softie

- Sure a bit perverted but still a softie

- Is this getting too long?

- In general he is romantic but not every day

- He will always tell you to have a good day and send you heart texts but he will forget an anniversary

- But he always makes it up to you

- Always

- Eats pussy and ass like a man starved

- Back to the lipstick stuff i said a while ago

- You bought some random lipstick and it was smearing everywhere

- He loved it on you, he loved the color on you, he loved you and he loved the print it left on his dick

- The print of your lips around his dick made him go crazy

- You once were kissing his dick and suddenly u got an urgent phone call

- You had to leave the room ;((

- You left the poor man all by himself

- But when he looked at his dick and saw the mark of your lips?

- He jerked off so hard in that moment

- He also steals ur panties

- For fun i guess

- He masturbates with them

- He got caught once but he didnt stop he just kept going at it while looking at you and saying how much he missed you

- Will kiss every part of your body

- He loves you so much

- He would do anything for you

[leviathanspain]

i’ll be at the door, hoping you’ll come around

azriel x reader

synopsis: azriel didn’t know you were his mate, and you vowed to shut him out before he did.

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your tongue could’ve split with just how much you were biting down on it. gazing at azriel with elain from across the table, you wondered how you even got stuck with them. all the others had split off into the club, and it was just the three of you now, you throwing drinks back and elain cuddling up to azriel.

you didn’t even focus on them until your attention caught at elain whispering in his ear, her hand petting his forearm. the rage you felt boiled over and the glass you had been holding, the whiskey in it drained away, had shattered all over the table and you.

elain yelped as she and az looked at the scene. you stood up, your face turning into an unnatural smile as tears threatened to fall.

you practically zipped to the back corner of the club, the bathroom was a sorry excuse but you still stuck your hand under the facet, scrubbing it clean of glass. the cut was large and deep, but all you could do was wrap it up and wait.

a knock on the door made you turn and you saw feyre stepping inside. concern struck her face as she grabbed your hand, “az told me what happened. are you okay?” you felt a tap on the mental shields and set a wave over to rhys, ‘im fine’ you thought, and his hum echoed into your head.

“i’m fine.” you looked at feyre, “really.” you sniffled and feyre cooed, “i’m sorry.” you said as she began to wrap her arms around you. “i- it’s just frustrating.” you admitted. feyre knew, she was the first one to figure it out but you would’ve told her anyway. “we should’ve hung back. im sorry, i know how much third wheeling sucks.” she patted your back and you nodded, “yeah. i think i’m just gonna head home. i don’t wanna-“ you waved a hand to the door and laughed weakly. feyre nodded, “do you want rhys to winnow you home?” you shook your head, “no. i’ll walk, clear my head a bit.”

feyre and you exited the bathroom. you didn’t even bring a bag to collect so you found yourself outside, a makeshift bandage on your hand rubbing on your dress. you shuddered slightly at the cold but your home wasn’t too far from the club, so you began your trek, until a familiar voice had you pulling back.

“y/n.” azriel called after you and you stopped. you turned around reluctantly and smiled weakly, “az. im sorry about earlier. i guess i didn’t know my own strength as well as i thought i did.” you tried to make light of it, but he didn’t even crack a smile. all he did was reach down to grab your hand, taking a good look at the bandage, he grimaced, “i’m sorry.”

you were taken aback slightly.

why was he apologizing?

“what?” you whispered before pulling your hand back. you gazed at azriel, who sighed deeply, “you were uncomfortable back there.” you began to shake your head and he held up a hand, “i can read people’s body language, i knew how you felt and i didn’t think to fix it. so im sorry.”

you shook your head, “no, it’s my fault for third wheeling with you guys. i know better from feyre and rhys.” you shifted uneasily in your stance, the throb of your wound intensified.

“elain and i aren’t together.” azriel was quick to speak, “she just needed company. i do it because rhysand asked me to.”

you nodded, “that’s kind of you, az. but i have to go now. i’ll see you around.” you didn’t even let him get a word of a goodbye in before you started walking.

azriel stayed watching your back, knowing just how much he wanted to say more to you.

azriel held his knife in his hand as cassian went on and on incessantly about nesta. he looked at cassian’s face, the focus of listening to him was long gone and he found himself thinking about you.

he wanted to immediately help you after you hurt your hand, but all he could do was listen to elain’s off handed comments about your ‘weird behavior’.

“what do you think about y/n?” azriel looked at cassian, aware but not entirely that he had interrupted him.

cassian wanted to fly into a rage that azriel hadn’t been listening, but hardly did azriel ever ignore him.

“she’s hot but i’m with nesta and she’s feyre’s best frie-“ he shrugged and began to ramble but azriel held up a hand, “cass- i didn’t mean it like that.” he paused, “do you think she hates me or something?” he looked at cassian with a strike of concern on his face and cassian found himself dumbstruck at his concern. “no. she doesn’t.” he assured him, knowing very well that y/n had no reason to. azriel nodded, and cassian moved the conversation along but azriel’s thoughts faded in and out about you.

you had barreled into his office without even checking in first. rhysand greeted you unhappily at the door, “i could hear your thoughts of the hundreds of ways to kill a high lord. i guess that wasn’t on accident?” he quipped, moving to sit at the gigantic chair made for illyrians, sitting at the other end of his desk.

“no.” you inhaled sharply, “why in the world would you tell azriel to keep elain company?” you maintained your tranquility and instead tried to focus on not scrambling rhysand’s brains.

rhysand let out a sigh, “oh cauldron.” he stood up, “i’m so sorry. that was before i even knew the two of you were mates. elain had just been made and she really liked az-“ he continued but you cut him off.

“it’s fine. i get it, you didn’t know.” you felt defeated in a way, even if this entire situation was in your control. rhysand must’ve thought the same because he raised his eyebrows at you.

you huffed, “i cant. i won’t!” you stormed out of the office and down the steps of the townhouse. feyre wasn’t home, otherwise you’d be with her, nailing the last screw in your ‘i refuse to tell az’ coffin.

you trudged back to the city, your eyes focused entirely on trying not to trip at the overwhelming volume of snow. “hey.” a hand grabbed your shoulder and you turned to see it was azriel.

you tried a smile, “az.” you greeted, and he said your name, “are you coming from the townhouse?” you nodded, “yup. i was talking to rhys for a little bit but now i’m off-“ you looked at the various shops and smiled, “i gotta go. i’ll see you later.”

azriel watched you walk away, again, and he stomped his way to the townhouse, his sour mood taking over.

“she does hate me!” he threw himself into the chair and threw his feet up on the ottoman. cassian rubbed his shoulder, “it happens to the best of us.”

“not now.” azriel put a stop to cassians jokes and instead inhaled sharply, “i don’t know what happened. we barely talked at first, and then we did and it was going good and then,” he imitated an explosion in his hands, “that.”

rhysand was already hearing the conversation from upstairs and had already made his way down.

“that’s not the issue. just stop hanging out with elain.” he raised his eyebrows and azriel scoffed, “what? rhys you told me to-“

rhys shrugged, “now i’m telling you to not. do i have to break it down better?”

cassian laughed and azriel rolled his eyes, “whatever.”

azriel paced the front door of your apartment for literal hours. the day was young when he had been encouraged by his brothers to go and talk to you. but now, the sun was setting and he still hadn’t found the nerve.

he stuck his hand in his pocket and raised the other to knock, but the door had already been pulled open.

“az.” you looked at him, stunned, his fist raised as if he was going to knock, he quickly put it down, “y/n.”

you looked behind him and saw he was alone, “what are you doing here?” you hardly ever let any of the inner circle into your apartment, only feyre and rhysand but that was because they helped you buy it.

“do you hate me? because we were fine for a few months and then we became what i thought was friends and then you became distant and we hardly even talk, and all i want to do is-“ he rambled, something that azriel never did. he was usually quiet, but this was out of the ordinary.

so you kissed him. your lips were warm on his, especially after he had been in the cold the whole time. azriel kissed you back, an intense feeling overwhelmed him and he pulled back.

he looked at you, bewildered almost. he panted, “are you-“ you nodded, “it was killing me seeing you with her.” you admitted, finally taking that breath of relief as he nodded, “mate.” his shadows floated towards you and he pulled them back, “mate!” he seemed stunned tk even hear it.

“mate.” you responded, and he grabbed you, pulling you in close as he kissed you, “my mate.”

[niredsw]

okay pretty boy you're safe (for now)

ITS HERE YALL

its ya boy spidey 🔥🔥

[biscutlovingbitch]

A strange request

Eddie munson blurb

Fem!Reader x Eddie!munson

"Hey Ed's I got a question but I dont want to be weird?" You say from your seat on the ground. "I've seen some pretty weird shit hanging out with Dustin I don't think your gona scare me off anytime soon sweetheart" he says smirking looking up from his guitar for the first time tonight. "Okay well... can I see your tattoos?" You say trying to hide from the sudden embarrassment. "Yeah I don't see why not, that wasn't a weird question at all" he says taking his guitar strap off and laying hit guitar on the bed. He takes off his shirt and looks at you flexing a little bit. "Wow I knew you had some ink but I didn't know you had that much" you say awkwardly laughing a little to try and help the embarrassment. "Yeah I guess I do got a lot don't I?" He says looking down at his exposed chest and stomach. "So sweetheart if you don't mind me asking, why did you want to see them thinking about getting one?" He says looking back up at you. So entranced by his body you don't even realize what he's saying till he taps your arm. "W-what?" You say jumping a little at the sudden contact. "You thinking about getting a tattoo?" He says again smiling and chuckling a little bit at your reaction. "N-no why do you think I would want a tattoo?" You say eyes locked onto his body again. "Well I dono why would you ask to see someone's tattoos if you didn't want one?" He says looking at you and cocking an eyebrow as he leans back on his elbows. "Well i-i had a dream the other day and, well I wanted to ask something different... but I chickened out" you say looking down at your feet and messing with your hands. "Hey sweetheart look at me, I'm sure it wasn't going to be that bad?" He says grabbing one of your hands and looking into your eyes. "Okay just promise me that you won't laugh or think im weird?" You say taking a deep breath. "Pinkey promise" he says holding up his Pinkey. "Okay... can I lick your tattoos?" You say but it's too quick for him to decipher. "I'm sorry what was that sweetheart can you say it a little louder?" He says putting his hand up to his ear. "CAN I LICK YOUR TATTOOS? You shout a little. "I-i sure...?" He says as his face turns red. "Oh god you probably think im weird or something, just forget about it!" You say putting your hands over your eyes and pacing back and fourth in his cramped bedroom. "No no I promise I don't think your weird it just caught me off guard a little that's all" he says as he stands up and puts his hands over yours to move them. "A-are your sure? I mean it will be kind of weird" you say looking at him. "Never been more sure in my life princess" he says smiling and moving back to lay on the bed.

"A-alright then I guess here goes nothing" you say as you lean over him, tounge starting to peak out. "Tell me if this is weird and I'll stop" you say before you start. "Okay" he says staring up at the ceiling, not because he didn't want to look at you but because he was trying to ignore the newly forming hard on he was sure to sport. You start to lick a stripe up from his happy trail to his chest. "O-oh god" he says as he grips the sheets. "Is something wrong do I need to stop?" You say starting to panic. "No! Please don't" he says in a hurry, he likes it? You keep going making sure to take extra time swirling your tounge over his ink then acrost anywhere you could. As you started to go lower you noticed something poking your stomach. This was going to be a long night for the both of you.

[maiko1]

I would still be holding you like this..

"im sorry but I'm not into you."

kazuha hand your confession paper back politely. "wait! Can we atleast be friends?" he looked at you and nodded. "I'm glad we can still be friend.. And here I thought u were gonna hate me for this..would you like me to company you back home? Its getting quite late.. " of course, kazuha wouldn't let you walk home alone in this time. What kind of man would he be if he didn't?

"haha.. Sure, I don't see any harm on it. Also no way, I'm not gonna hate someone who's not into me, rejections is a normal things. Everyone experiences it, though you may not experience it now, soon you will. That's just how this world works." you smiled brightly as he smile at you.

He's an extrovert while you were introvert. Though, your not that highly introvert type he still think you as a shy friends. He helps you order foods and even help you talking when there's too many crowded people.

He understands what you have been go through. Both of you had gone through alot yet he's comforting you as if his situation is not that big. So you comfort him whenever you notice his weird behaviour.

Alot of people find it hard to find when he's sad but not you, you can notice his voice a little bit low when he's sad. You aren't a good comforter so you treat him the most.

After the rejection you acted as if it's nothing while you're literally embarrassed and... Sad. You knew you shouldn't confess to him. He seem like the type who's not interested in relationships yet you still confess. It's embarrassing to talk to him after getting rejected but you buckle up your emotions and put it aside.

You wouldn't want him to comfort you for this, you think it's rather embarrassing and childish.

"hey, hold on my hand. I wouldn't want to lose you.." kazuha said as you turned to him. "excuse me you think I will get lost??"

You did once. "well uh the last time--" you hold his hand and start walking. "alright alright! Let's just go" you laughed. While he was busy looking at the other shop you happen to see someone staring at you. You blinked once and he's already gone.

You turned around to find him once again but he's just... Not here. "something caught ur interest?" you came back to reality and shake your head. "n.. No. I was just, surprised that there's so many people here.."

"i guess.. Every shop was on sale, who would wana miss the chance?" he laughed as you did. The guy who eyed you was still on your mind. He was wearing a hat...

"thank you again for company me to go shopping.. The place was really crowded.." you bow down. "i feel like something isn't right. You wana tell me about it?" kazuha said with a crossing arm.

"what do you mean?" he holds your hands and sigh. "something tell me that you saw something until now you can't seem to get that person out of ur head." he really are a weird person sometimes. Atleast he care..

"it's probably no one. Let's go home. I'm tired" you said as he nodded. Maybe sleep could get that person out of ur head.

"thank you kazuha once again for everything. I wouldn't know what to do without you." you laughed. "it's no problem at all, call me when you need me"

Getting ready to bed you went to close the door before sleeping.

"you saw me didn't you?"

What?

"you were still thinking about me."

What the hell is going on..

"aren't you curious about me?"

I... I guess but who are you?

"come meet me mingyun village. Come alone"

You woke up to your cat jumping on your stomach. "oh rika..! You scared me to death." you turn around to look at the clock. "it has only been 5 am.." the cat purred as you pet her. "should I..?"

"what the hell am I saying.. Its a dream, its not real (name). None of these dream were real." you took a deep breathe before getting to bed again.

"what if the sky were actually fake? What if the 'dreams' you have been having is actually true? Aren't you curious?"

....

"Don't pretend like didn't hear me."

...

"you are the chosen one."

What the fuck are you talking about.

"i have the answer to your questions. The second you laid ur eyes on me, I knew you are worth something to me."

As if I'm gonna fall for that.

"cmon (name) aren't you curious on how these gods were so careless?"

How the hell did you know my name..

"come with me (name) you will know what I'm talking about soon."

Leave me alone, just because I accidentally see you doesn't mean I have to follow whatever u say..

"Give me a chance would ya?"

..... Will you leave me if I did..?

"depends on your answer."

Waking up once again you feeling ur body getting hot. "i don't feel well.. What the hell is going on?" you cursed to yourself. You got up and get ready to meet the guy who won't leave you alone in your dreams.

He will leave you alone if u meet him... Its 10..it should be good.. You went out to mingyun village alone. This is a stupid idea but if he ever tries to do anything dumb you have your pyro vision to attack him.

There was a figure standing from afar already looking at you. You slowly went over there. "you look horrible." he commented. "I know.. I suddenly got cold and now I'm sick. Anyway what do u want?"

He smirk and walk towards you slowly before you quickly draw your swords and point at his neck. "don't come any closer." you cough a little.

I have no idea if I should continue or not. This is from 2021(?) 💀

[whateverdraws1008]

Ramirez almost fails in destroying a BTR on his own, he almost kill himself and others soldier from it. Dunn almost dies as well. "RAMIREZ!! DESTROY THE GODDAMN BTR, DO NOT MISS!" - Foley screams through the comms. Ramirez could feel himself sweating, he was panting with fear, even tho.. he manages. "Hell- YOU ALMOST FUCKED UP THERE PRIVATE! DO NOT REPEAT THIS AGAIN." - Foley procceds after that, and give the next instructions to the team. The mission ends, they go back to the base get some rest for the next one. Foley is getting himself food, a full plate with everything he could find in his military ration. He's caught off guard my Ramirez suddenly appearing in the door. Foley startled. "Private-! You almost scared me boy, what'cha doing here?" - He says, sitting by the table. "Im sorry." - Ramirez says, in his usual neutral tone. Still with his helmet on "Sorry? What for?" Ramirez closes his fist discreetly, he looks a bit down. "For almost failing." "Oh, Ramirez.. it's- okay. Just don't miss like that again. We all thought you were going to die there." - Foley looks at him, mixing a bit his food with a fork. "hm." "I push a lot onto you too Private, this mistake is on me too." - He takes a bite, and procceds. Ramirez looks at him opening more his eyelids "Keep your weird little mind calm, dont think much about it. Just do not repeat the same mistake." "oh. I see." - Ramirez says, in a slightly happier tone. - "Thank you sargeant. Goodbye." - He turns around, and goes away. Foley laughs a little bit, and think what a strange private he has. Ramirez left the kitchen, he needs to talk to Dunn now. Ramirez can find people in a split second, for some reason. Dunn is in his own room (well his and allen.. but- they didnt found anyone else to put in there yet. Guess General Shepherd doesnt care much.), where he usually is to chill a bit. "Sir." "OOAAHH- RAMIREZ!! Dont you know how to knock?? Damn it Private.." - Dunn was sitting, he almost fell from bed. "Im sorry." - Ramirez scratches his arm, expressionless. "So- what do you want?" - Dunn stands up and gets closer to the Private, crossing his arms. "To say sorry." The Corporal turns his head a bit, "... i alredy forgave you for the scare.. weirdo." "No, from almost killing us back there, im sorry Sir." "... huh? Y-YEAH- sure, its- fine Ramirez. I used to fuck up a lot too, it happens." - He scratches his head, losing a bit of posture. "... Oh." - Ramirez looks down a bit "I used to, when i was a private like you.. So dont stress over it, its completely normal" <- Still fucks up. Dunn raises his hand and puts on top of Ramirez helmet. Kinda like a petpet. "Don't eat your fingers over it, its fine. Really." "Thank you, Corporal." Ramirez gets his head up a bit. Through Dunn's vision and angle, he can only see Ramirez mouth. The helmet hid Ramirez's eyes and nose . He can see a small, trembling, tired smile. Ramirez never smiled before, its- weird to see him smile. Dunn gets his hand out of the helmet, and Ramirez looks directly at him, without the smile now. He gives Dunn a little punch on the chest, and goes away. With his usual, neutral tones. "Goodbye Corporal...!"

and then ramirez cried his eyes out, because affection and friendship.

[nekrosmos]

Gonna go anon for this (for the anon ask game thingy 👀), but you probably have a guess who I am haha. Just a heads-up there’s going to be a lot from me here onwards, so Im sorry for the long text!

Im incredibly grateful to have stumbled upon your art on my dash. The first piece I saw was your Ghoap fanart where Soap sitting on a table, back facing us, his head turned sideways, with Ghost in front of him (if my memory is right, sorry if not). Then eventually the nikprice community! For the longest time, I struggled to truly enjoy COD as a fandom (long story short, I was really active on codtwt, yuck, yeah I know haha and it really took a toll on me, there are multiple factors that also contributed and such which made it hard for me to draw certain ships and character since then, hell I even tried to jump to another fandom but nothing really worked) but seeing your tags, your enthusiasm, and the way you engage with the things you love reminded me that there are still genuine corners in this fandom.

I love your art, genuinely, it took me some time to get used to it because Im used to certain style (this doesn't mean I think your art is bad by the way sorry to come off that way) but there is something personal and endearing about it. The way you draw and share your process and thought process in the tags are so raw and real that I cannot help myself and look through your entire blog then, and the rest is history! Now I see your art I get so so excited (especially when it's a piece where you're really proud of it, it makes me happy too to see you like your own art).

I see you also struggle with self-esteem and just the world really in general which I can relate with. Im here to say that you are not alone and I am really thankful that you used your space to share us your art, your feelings, and just...yourself :)

Additionally, your tags made me realize how much I had been caught up in engagement-driven consumption, you know like just doom-scrolling and getting caught up with the algorithms like likes, shares, views and notes. I had become so used to consuming media at face value and the numbers that I forgot to truly see it, to slow down and appreciate the love and effort people put into their work. Or even my own work...which might sound weird but I have come to the realization that I do not give my own things the appreciation they needed (comparison is such a poisonous habit...)

Your tags made me realize that all these art and fics we're seeing are actual work and effort and love that people put in, and I've been trying to pry myself away from the fast-paced media consumption culture since then and it's been really healing. I’ve met so many wonderful people along the way, and I can’t tell you how grateful I am for that.

Keep doing what you do, Nekrosmos. Thank you for being a great friend as well.

This took me a while to answer because damn. Damn anon. I'm on my hands and knees, this ask really took me out. I don't even know what to say honestly, this is just incredibly kind ;-;

I totally understand you about struggling with the fandom at first, cod twitter sure is something, people in the fandom are very young too and the fact that it's a huge fandom doesn't help either. It's always a bit cozier on tumblr thankfully, and I'm very happy to hear that you felt comfortable here !! The NikPrice fandom is full of lovely and respectful people, we truly got lucky here <3 I've been in fandom spaces for over 15 years now but this might be the best fandom I've ever been a part of.

I loved your comments about the way I talk in the tags of my art, honestly sometimes I feel like I'm yapping into the void but it sure as hell won't stop me. I like to talk about my process or the idea around a piece, and I'm legit happy to hear that you read what I say. Tags are a comfortable place too, allows me to yap without feeling too annoying.

And yeah, self-esteem could be better, but it's a work in progress. Being any sort of creative mind on the internet can be really difficult, with all the comparing yourself to others, the numbers, the isolation of it all, it's definitely not easy to navigate. I'm really happy to hear that you've reconsidered the way you see fan content on the internet though !! It's not easy either, platforms like twitter especially really pushes that "constantly creating or being forgotten" vibe, which is bad for both artists and people enjoying fan content. But, there is never a bad time to start working on your bad habits, and I'm genuinely happy to hear that it made you see your own work under a new light !!

I truly cannot thank you enough for this, I'm not a very emotional person but you almost got me with this one, I just feel extremely grateful that someone would take the time to leave their thoughts like this, it's humbling and truly makes me feel appreciated. My silly little brain needs regular reminder that no, everyone doesn't hate me, so, I feel like I will come back to this message from time to time. Thank you, truly ♥

[my-own-au-my-way]

Im so sorry I have been a ghost lately, my emotions are like all over the place. Talking about the situation...I try not to choke up. So here is just a tiny bit of a drabble or whatever just to show Im still here.

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Jing Yuan along with the High Cloud Quintet, they have experienced loss to a degree we shall never trully understand on that level.

The feeling of loss, be it a friend or even your beloved pet, grief is normal. Unlike many who do not dare face their past due to loss, its a part of life.

Me on the other hand, i feel like a piece of me is missing. So i guess i see loss in a whole new light, im already 36 and struggle to save up for my dream travels to meet the friends online here i have come to adore.

Mind you this has mentions of little space and well there is personal story behind that :3

So i guess i have lost faith in myself, even though its temporary. Now onto what you my precious moots want to see, Honkai Star Rail drabbles.

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JingYuan:

✧ Tea time is always at the same time as his nap time.

✧ Do not ever annoy this sweetheart of a man, just because hes chill doesn't mean he won't fight you.

✧ Jiayi his lovely girlfriend(My OC) caught him cheating at star chess, so in turn she cheated by distracting him.

✧ In sombre moments, she simply comforts him by draping herself over his lap even when hes silent.

✧ If other men stare at Jiayi too long, he gets in between their view of her and even picks her up bridal style knowing shes tired.

✧ When Jiayi finds herself in little space, she is scribbling with crayons or making a mess with paint. Completely unaware of the world around her at this time.

✧ She may be a long life species or Nekomata(my au), but in her little space shes like a child all over again(cute but clingy).

✧ JingYuan gladly accepts this side of her and the way hes more protective of her while shes in this headspace is quite evident.

✧ Jiayi is his Kitten, he finds himself missing her even though shes at work and hasn't even been an hour.

✧ Mess with Jiayi and Jing Yuan will make said persons death look like an accident.

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Soooo my fizzled brain made this up, will post other characters eventually.

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@gojos-version

@sukunaslve

I will maaaaybe plan crossovers soon, so my Jjk works are still been worked on!

Im new to using symbols so apologies if it looks weird.

[paalove]

You’re taking prompts!! 🤩 would you write some AkkAyan? Maybe during university life dealing with Akk’s internalised homophobia and figuring out what his and Ayan’s level of comfort is in terms of being open about their relationship? Or something like that I don’t mind at all I love your writing!

oh wow, you prompted this in april - guessing i got caught up in essays and updates and, of course, The Vanquished Beast (dissertation) haha, sorry about the Months-Long-Wait. this will go up on ao3 sometime this evening, but im trying to post something else today as well, so it might be a little while! {edit: now up on ao3!}

anyway, this might be the only thing i ever write that actually goes with our skyy2's Bad And Incorrect Ideas re: akkayan's university plans. fhbdhbdh

....

It’s a nice bench, under a little roof, and Aye points that out as he drags Akk by the hand and adds, “That makes it perfect to sit with a laptop under.”

“Ohh,” Akk nods, smile wide and confident, “What would I use the laptop for, huh?”

Aye shrugs and turns back to him, looks at the sun on Akk’s face and thinks about how pretty he is, but doesn’t answer.

Akk answers himself, anyway, saying, “Probably for working on. I wouldn’t be video-calling anyone, right?”

He’s nearly laughing at his own joke, but it’s Aye’s joke too, so he’ll allow it – he wanders around the bench and back into Akk’s space again.

“That’d be redundant,” he agrees.

Catching his hand, Akk stands over him with light in his eyes and says, “How would it be redundant?”

Aye’s glad he asked.

With a hum, he twines their fingers together properly – Akk doesn’t always catch them right, trapping two of Aye’s together, because his hands are bigger and just that little bit clumsier, but Aye can always fix it – and as he’s watching their hands he explains, “Well, you’re always going to be wearing one Bluetooth headphone, and we’ll always be in each other’s ears. A video call at the same time would probably make a weird feedback loop.”

Akk snorts.

He doesn’t disagree.

This is how they’re handling it – or, well, he’s pretty sure they’re handling it? Aye isn’t having the best time, thinking forwards, and every couple of days he calls his mae, or Akk’s parents, or Akk, or sometimes Thua or the guys, and asks if he’s making a stupid choice, but the choice is made and Akk’s university wouldn’t take a registration this late anyway, so the choice is made.

But Akk doesn’t seem like he’s as freaked out as Aye, or even as freaked out as he was, and that’s because they’re handling it like this; the jokes about how they’re going to manage being attached at the hip from five thousand nine hundred and ten miles away-

Okay, Aye hasn’t told Akk he’s memorised the specific number.

And he’s so grateful for the difference between when their terms start, because it means he gets to bother Akk and make him learn the city with Aye, and they can kind of pretend they haven’t decided to make everything way harder than it needs to be. Like they always do.

Eventually, Akk says, “The time difference is six hours in the summer and seven in winter, we won’t always be awake at the same-“

“-You included daylight savings when you looked up the time difference?” Aye grins, delighted.

Akk’s busy sputtering and trying to deny it when-

“Hey, man!”

He drops Aye’s hand and turns.

This doesn’t alarm Aye at first – they aren’t actually physically glued together, no matter what Thua might say.

Or Mae.

Or pretty much anyone else they know.

But they aren’t and it’s not weird to drop the hand you were stroking to have an entirely separate conversation with… someone.

Who is this guy?

Akk is nodding a lot as they speak and calling him phi, but Aye doesn’t recognise him, and Akk’s classes haven’t actually started yet, so he isn’t quite sure where this guy could be from.

Again, not literally attached, but-

“And your friend…” the senior is suddenly turning to him, expression open. “You must be from a different faculty, right? You weren’t at the welcome meeting.”

“Oh, I don’t go here-“

“-This is Aye,” Akk agrees, taking his hand again – which would be good except for what happens next – and adding, “And I’m so sorry, he actually has to meet up with someone,” and before Aye really knows what’s happening he’s been pulled away and out of sight.

He’s still looking over his shoulder at where they just came from when Akk stops, so abruptly Aye crashes into him.

Akk tries to step back; not allowed, so Aye winds an arm around his waist as quick as he can.

Clearly there’s a very serious issue.

Obviously they need to be hugging for this.

When he looks up, Akk’s face is pained, and Aye can think of half a dozen things that could be the issue but he won’t press-

“I’m sorry, I don’t know what my fucking issue is, I shouldn’t have-“

“-It’s fine,” Aye says, but apparently he will press because Akk needs it. “What was that about?”

Because if Akk didn’t know, if he was confused, that would have been ‘I don’t know why I did that’ – if he’s talking about ‘my issues’, he’s in self-hating mode, so he must have some idea.

That thought process has Aye nearly reaching a conclusion, and his heart clenches because he doesn’t want Akk to hate himself over that, but it’s for Akk to say, not him.

Slowly, Akk closes his eyes.

Aye puts the other arm around him, because he might go into escape-mode at any moment. Not allowed.

“I started thinking about introducing you as my boyfriend,” he says to Aye’s shoulder, “And then he actually asked. And I just- it just felt like I was back at Suppalo.”

“Akk-“

“Sorry.”

“Akk,” Aye tries to interrupt, intervene, because Akk sounds like he thinks Aye’s mad at him, and yeah, sure, he thought Akk was past this stuff, but that doesn’t mean he could ever be mad at Akk for it.

But Akk doesn’t wait, repeating, “Sorry,” and awkwardly, slowly adding, “I don’t even want people to not know about you. I like people knowing you’re my boyfriend. It’s nice.”

Which is definitely a cue for Aye to hug him tighter and stare up at him with all the devotion he had learned to tone down in school settings – reluctantly, and only with frequent reminders from their friends, but he had learned. Emergency situations are different, though, and Akk’s sad.

That’s the most emergency a situation can be.

Akk meets his gaze and gets visibly caught in it, does that thing where he tries to close his eyes but can’t for long because he just wants to stare back.

“It is nice,” Aye agrees. Carefully unwinding one arm, he reaches up to stroke Akk’s head and says, “But it’s not something you owe me.”

Face filled with disagreement, Akk shakes his head and repeats, “I don’t know why I’m like this now.”

Aye doesn’t either, doesn’t know what to say to it all, but even though he’s not always as smart about this stuff as he used to pretend, there was someone in his life who really was, once. The answer comes to him from a memory.

He swallows against the feeling.

“Uncle Di told me, once, that problems come back around once you’re ready. So you can prove to yourself that you’re stronger than before.”

Akk hums, and Aye feels it in his chest too.

“What,” Akk starts, swallows, and continues, “What do you think that means for me? Now?”

Aye thinks…

Well, he’s pretty sure it’s for Akk to know, and to decide, and they can talk about it seriously and they can talk about it for a long time, but it’s been a couple of minutes since he’s seen Akk smile.

Ignoring all his thoughts, then, Aye says, “Hm… well, I think that because last time you ended up stealing a car about it, this time it has to be more. At least a bus… maybe you could steal a truck?”

“Aye,” Akk laughs, beautiful and embarrassed.

“Could you steal a truck?”

“Why would I steal a truck-“

[isuckatwritingsobenice]

𝐅𝐮𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐜 𝐅𝐨𝐮𝐫

Chapter three: Don't say it

masterlist // disney nav

notes: Modern AU-ish! They're all around 15-16 in this fic, This is not an X Reader fic!! Likes & Reblogs are appreciated !

chapter 2

chapter 4

"So, Hiro got me these?" Violet asked as Wilbur handed her the bouqet. She nodded and she felt herself frown.

"What's wrong?" He asked, and Violet shook her head.

" I just, feel bad." She said, moving to lean on the wall, placing the bouquet on its side. " They're very pretty. But I dont like Hiro like that." Violet said quietly. Wilbur stood next to her, watching her lean against the wall. He caught himself staring at her hair, feeling content with the way her hair shined at night.

"Vi, Im sure he'll understand." Wilbur said, and Violet shook her head.

"I don't think he will." She said, looking down. Quickly she felt tears roll down her face. All her emotions were hitting her at once, and now she felt like she was going to burst at any moment.

"You okay Vi?" Wilbur asked, and she broke down. She bent down, hugging her knees to her chest as she cried. Wilbur frowned and sat next to her, trying not to internally panic. He didn't say anything, instead he wrapped his arms around her, and pulled her into a hug, gently drawing soft patterns on her back. If there was one thing he was good at doing, it was saying nothing at all when he didn't need too.

"I'm sorry." She said, and Wilbur chuckled.

"Vi don't be sorry, everyone cries." He said, and she looked up at him, her teary eyes made him feel hurt.

"I guess. Today was supposed to be good when it hasn't been at all." She said, and Wilbur shrugged.

"It's alright. A lot happened. This reaction is probably the most normal thing about you." He joked, and Violet laughed. He wiped her tears a bit, fixing her hair before pulling her up to stand with him.

" Yeah, that sounds about right." Violet said, and leaned her head on his shoulder.

"How about we think about something else. What makes you happy?" Wilbur asked, and before Violet could stop herself, the words flew out of her mouth.

"You." She said, before slapping both hands over her mouth. Wilbur and her sat in silence for a moment, before Violet went invisible. Wilbur began to laugh.

".. I make you happy?" Wilbur asked, a large smile beginning to form. She slowly showed herself again, and nodded.

"Is that weird?" She asked, and Wilbur scoffed.

"Please I'm Wilbur Robinson, I make everyone happy." He said and Violet giggled.

"Yeah sure. Everyone." She joked, before moving to sit on the wall again. Wilbur followed.

"Well, if it's worth anything, you make me happy too." Wilbur said, looking down. He brought his knee to his chest, twirling his shoelace around his finger.

"oh...thank you." Violet said, and the silence fell between the two. Violet looked out to the ocean, while Wilbur continued to mess with his shoe. Until a question plagued her mind. " How did you remember my favorite flower?" Violet asked, and Wilbur's head snapped up to look at her.

"w-well, I like hearing you talk. So I just remember a lot of what you say." He said, with a shrug. " I was also going to get you them. But my dad said by the time they'd get here some would be damaged." Wilbur said quietly. Violet blushed, before she smiled.

"Oh, I didn't know that... but thank you. I like hearing you talk too. You sound like you always know what your talking about." Violet said, and he scoffed.

" I always know what i'm talking about." He said, and Violet laughed.

"Okay sure, and I live in the cleanest house in town." Violet joked. Wilbur chuckled and stared at her, watching her features change. Something about the action made himself feel relaxed.

"I know what I'm talking about when it comes to you." Wilbur says, and Violet raises her brow.

"Oh really? Explain then." She says, and he nods. He stands near Penny's bike and begins to explain.

"Your favorite color is purple, your favorite type of food is italian food but your favorite dish is actually pizza, on occasion you'll say spaghetti. You like the 90's a little too much, and your favorite movie is save the last dance but you also can pick if its up against ten things I hate about you. Speaking of which, your a shy dancer but your actually good at it. You like 90's music, mainly R&B but you don't care much for modern pop, aside from the weird stuff. You like a lot of indie rock and play that one song from TV Girl a lot." He said, tapping his chin to think again. His eyes widen along with a smile on his face again.

"You adore Jack-Jack even though his mood swings scare you. Obviously we know your favorite flower. Your favorite drink is a coke, but you prefer it slightly shaken because you said the fizz makes you hiccup and you hate it." Wilbur said, walking closer to her. "Did I miss anything?" Violet shook her head, before she exhaled.

"Wow, that's a lot." Violet said, unsure of where to look. She felt her nerves jump around, unsure of what to say. She felt like she should say more, she just wasn't sure what. "I'm gonna be honest." She said, getting off the wall. " I don't know what to say." Violet said nervously. Wilbur nodded as the two awkwardly laughed.

"Sorry, I don't know if that came off weird."Wilbur said, and Violet shook her head.

"Trust me, we're far from weird." She said, and smiled. They were far from weird. But thankfully, they were comfortable enough to know what each other meant without speaking so much.

At least one good thing came out of tonight.

"Hey Vi!" Penny said happily as she saw Wilbur and Violet make theyre way down the block. Hiro was counting up tickets while holding a few prizes in his arms, before staring up at them. He almost shrieked when he noticed the flowers he bought were being held by Violet.

"Hey guys!" Violet said with a smile.

"How was your movie?" Penny asked, before Violet shrugged.

"Eh, it was alright, I ended up going with Boomer instead." Violet said, and Hiro coughed.

"O-oh, why's that?" Hiro asked, before Violet just smiled. Penny and Hiro both took note of how red her face was.

"Brick ended up going with Blossom, so me and her just swapped seats." Violet said, before putting the flowers in Penny's basket. " Boomer got me popcorn and stuff. He's actually really funny." She said, before puling her phone out. Wilbur set Penny's bike on a nearby tree, before turning to face them.

"So how did you two find each other?" Penny asked, gesturing to Violet and Wilbur. He shrugged.

"That is an excellent question!" Wilbur said, leaning over Violet. She rolled her eyes before pushing his face away.

"I was by the board walk and we saw each other. Boomer was going to walk me home but then he showed up and Boomer got awkward and left." Violet said before Hiro laughed.

"He saved you, whats there to complain about?" Hiro asked, nudging Wilburs arm with his elbow.

" Yeah, mhm sure." Violet said as Penny grabbed her bike.

"Well, what do you think of the flowers?" Penny said, noticing Hiro eyeing them. Violet got silent for a few seconds, before smiling.

"You guys really didn't need to get me these. But they're very pretty so thank you." She said, hugging Penny. She was shocked, before hugging Violet back, giving Wilbur the 'what did you say?" stare. He put his hands up defensively as Violet gave Hiro a side hug, before giving Wilbur a genuine one. Hiro raised his brow but said nothing, growing more suspicious by the second.

"Well, who's ready to go home? I'm tired." Wilbur said, acting as if Violet still wasn't hugging him. Penny nodded, trying to ignore the hurt she felt, deciding to change the topic. The four began to walk home, Hiro and Penny trying to work over the fact Wilbur and Violet were basically glued at the hip the entire walk.

'Someone's definitely lying.' Penny thought.

[uplatterme]

The Seventh

cw: sub!ayato, dom!reader, edging, semi-public sex

a/n: so yeah, im back! just got a bit too busy unfortunately.

Ayato was lucky.

He was lucky with how thick his clothes were. If not for that, he was sure that there would be a wet spot on his pants right now. He didn’t know if the good karma was finally catching up to him especially since he’s been such a good boy for you but he’s extremely lucky that the person he’s currently conversing with was Arataki Itto, who’s not the smartest in picking up things.

“Hmmf–” He bit his tongue, unable to bear the slight wind on the back of his neck.

You were so mean for edging him like this, you said it’d only be a week so he’s been patient. Today was the seventh day and he couldn’t wait to get home, just a few more hours, he thought.

He couldn’t focus on anything, Itto talked too fast and he couldn’t think straight. He wished that he’d be on all fours instead, all spread out by you. He tried to clear away his dirty thoughts, trying to contain himself. Oh, he wanted to feel your hands all over his body. The way you nipped his skin, leaving marks for him to always appreciate whenever he bathed himself.

Ayato flinched when he felt a glare staring at him. He knew that it was you, but no matter where he looked, he couldn’t exactly pinpoint where you were.

A moan escaped from his throat when he felt two hands on his shoulders. Itto quickly took them off and looked at him with an eyebrow raised, but ignored the weird reaction. “Anyways that’s about it! You were kinda off today, not gonna lie. Have you been eating beans? You totally are. I get it. You can eat it but I’m telling you, it gives–“

He was taken aback, that surprised the hell out of him. He really needed to get home, preferably sleeping in your arms. 

He bid the oni a goodbye and sighed in relief, he didn’t understand a single thing he said but he’d rather not be sitting quietly and signing off paperworks while Thoma stared daggers. He’d been already caught by him once while you two were having sex and he was traumatized, not being able to look straight into his eyes for a week.

“Looks like you’ve been through a lot today, haven’t you?” You stated, walking out of the shadows and smiling at the flushed Ayato.

He took a hold of your hand, gripping it tightly as he looked at you with almost tearing eyes. You wiped his eyes with your fingers, not wanting it to stain his beautiful face. If you wanted to make him cry, you’d do it with pleasure. “I’m sorry, darling. It’s not time yet, besides, we’re in public right now.”

“(Name)…I-I can’t. I need you.” You swallowed. How dare he speak like that? “Ayato. Don’t get carried away. I might just lose control of myself.”

“Please?”

Now, he’d done it.

You would have never expected Ayato to be this desperate, not that you were complaining. When you proposed edging him, it was all in good fun. To think he’d actually go this far wasn’t something you would have guessed.

“Keep quiet now, will you?” You whispered in his ears, watching as he squirmed with every touch you gave him while trying to keep the noises down, not wanting to tarnish his reputation just in case someone comes by.

“(Name), wait–ah!“ He moaned, your hands underneath his pants. It wasn’t an understatement to say that he was overly sensitive as he came from just a few touches of your fingers on his cock. 

As you were about to give him a handkerchief, he mentioned your name in a sultry manner. You grinned, seeing Ayato lower his pants for you and showing off his ass while he tilted his head. “You’re such a fucking slut, aren’t you?”

“Only for you, (Name).”

You pinned his arms to the wall, giving him exactly what he wanted. You inserted yourself into him, leaving Ayato gasping for air. He missed this feeling. The feeling of being spread apart by you and tightening up with any kind of friction that you make as you move. 

“M-More!”

He’d already orgasmed twice but that didn’t matter as the overwhelming pleasure left him drunk on you. His pants were completely on the floor, his own cum leaking down his thighs. You fucked him as if he was a cat in heat, couldn’t just leave your poor boy hanging, could you?

You unconsciously slowed down when you heard footsteps coming near you. 

“Ayo, Kamisa-bro! You still around?”

It was the oni from before. 

Ayato kept his lips shut, not wanting to get caught. However, you had other plans. You went at a much more rigorous pace, making Ayato tear up as he tried his best not to make any noises. You were hitting his prostate with each motion, bringing him to another climax. 

“(N-Name), hold on.”

“I just remembered the way you moaned for him when you’re only supposed to do that for me.”

He found it sweet that you were jealous, then realized that this wasn’t the time for that. “I-I’m sorry-hah! But, can we talk about this l-later?”

“Then prove it to me.”

“Prove what?”

“That you’ll only mewl like that for me.”

He didn’t get what you meant at first but once he thought about it more, he knew exactly what you were getting at.

You were going to continue fucking him until he comes and he mustn’t make a single noise while Itto was around.

Shit.

You grabbed him by the waist and went deeper, you were truly going to make this hard for him, weren’t you?

His legs were quivering, it was a wonder how he was still able to stand up. “Mmf–“ He held out for a week, surely he could do this with no problem.

“N-No more…” He pleaded, his breathing getting heavier as neared another orgasm. 

“You didn’t even finish our one-week game. Surely, you’ll make up for it with this one.” You weren’t even sure if he could still hear you at this point, already intoxicated and letting out whimpers that got louder as the time went on. 

He was so helpless when it came to you. Looks like you’ll have to step in.

Ayato came with your hand covering his mouth as he yelped, muffling his voice while his dick continued soaking the pants underneath him.

“You’re such a good boy.”

Ayato looked up, confused as he sat on the ground. “I-I didn’t…”

“You stayed quiet, didn’t you?”

“I did. However-”

“Shush now, darling.” You replied, giving him a kiss as you helped him stand up.

[thesecondplacename]

Title: Is it like a sex thing?

Summary:nothing could make you stop loving your big ol’ puppy.

Warnings: none —----------------------------------------- Truth be told I should have realized that there was something wrong with Scott but who could in their right mind guess that he was a werewolf?

The possibility never crossed my mind, no I thought he was a vampire which made less sense than the latter but could you fault me for making such outrageous theories?

Never one to back down from a challenge I thought that in time everything would work themselves out but I was right in that account and in almost everything else I suppose.

English class was slow and I couldn't focus for the life of me, my mind was working and focusing on how our talk went. Nothing prepares you for when your boyfriend says that he is a werewolf, and what do you say to that? Thanks for the information? Cool? Nothing just stared blankly at him, that might have been better than what I did.

—---------

"Scott this is totally not creepy at all," he had dragged me into the woods which would have been less creepy if it wasn't midnight " this couldn’t wait till morning?"

He finally turned to look at me, and he seemed nervous and a little jittery. Grabbing his hand I gave him a soft squeeze trying to get him to relax.

"What I'm going to tell you is going to change everything, and I need you to stay calm" I could feel my mind working trying to figure out what could have made him this winded up. Worried, I tried to give him a reassuring smile.

“Whatever you need to tell me it won't change anything,” still holding his hand I walked closer to him “unless you're planning on breaking up with me then, killing me so as no one else can have me. Then I suppose that thing would be awkward between us.” He finally cracked as smile

“Well, no um what I want to say is that, um.. Shit, no” Laughing at him, I could understand why he was so nervous, nothing he could say that would make me stop loving him.

Flashing a shy smile, he took a big breathing in and slowly let it out and spoke more camly “Imawerewolf” he had said it in on breath, it had taken me a second to process what he said.

“Ok, that's fine. I don't judge if that's what you're into” it was a bit weird but if you love someone then you love everything about them. It wasn't the weirdest thing out there, was it like puppy play? Or more did he like too pretend to be a dog in a non sexual way?

I was too caught up in thought about how to process the information he just gave me, to see how red he had become. Did he want me to also pretend that I was also a dog? Did the size matter, could I be a Lab or maybe a chihuahua? I finally managed to pull myself together and look at him, he looked so embarrassed, had I taken too long to respond or was he expecting more? So many questions and not enough answers.

“NO, sorry, no that's not what I meant, I am a werewolf.” Ok? Was this a thing he just did, maybe I should call him mom she was a nurse this could be like an illness. “ I was turned by a bite, I'm an alpha, a true alpha. Derek hale he also a werewolf, and all our friends with the exception of Stiles.” Too much information was given at once.

“Oh, why isn't Stiles one?” It seemed like a mean thing to do if you were going to be playing wolves then why not all be wolves? “Did he not want to be one, is this like a pick and choose situation, why are there true alphas? Do I have to play along, because I could handle the sex thing but with a group it would be a little to much for me to handle. Not that I don't support you, I just am not into role-playing at least that hands on.” I hoped that this wouldn’t make things awkward in our relationship.

“(Y/n), this is not a sex thing and Im not playing make belive, im a werewolf.” he lookes so servous like he real was a werewolf…… LIKE WAS A WEREWOLF.

“What, you are a dog, like you transform into one and get on all fours?” My mind was spinning and the information was too much. A werewolf. What the hell was my life, what the hell was his.”Like you're not joking and Stiles is not going to jump out and yell that this whole thing is a prank?” He looked small and scared and I could feel my heart practically beating out of my chest.

“I would understand if you can't handle this. If this is too much.” handle this, handle what? That my boyfriend was a supernatural being? Or that almost all our mutual friends are werewolves? “I trust you, and if you want to leave and never talk to me that fine”

“I love you,” he gave me a shocked look, that might have been because it was the first time I had said it. “I love you Scott Mccall, if you think being a werewolf is going to scare me off then you haven't been listening to me. You could tell me you wanted this to be a sex thing and i’d be willing to give it a try because you are the only person I want to be with, do you understand?”

He was laughing and the next thing I knew I was being pulled into a hug. So, what if I had a big ol’ puppy for a boyfriend who already acted like one. There wasn't a big difference from an hour ago till now.

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So much dialogue... :[

[gettinshiggywithit]

!love is a mystery;it is a crime!

pairing:- ranpo x reader x poe

genre:- attempted angst

honestly im not even sure if this good i just came up with it when i was half asleepp..

Edgar Alan Poe,the greatest mystery novelist of all time!

At least anyone would think he was

But to the man himself? He was nothing but an insecure little writer

He’d tried to best his rival,the absolute genius Ranpo Edagawa,since that fateful day during which they’d first crossed paths.

But nothing,absolutely NOTHING ever seemed to work

Not a story with only mass murders and serial killers and not a story that took him SIX YEARS of his life, to write

It was getting frustrating but poe still had a spark that just refused to die within him

Even karl was getting worried with the way his best human friend was over working himself but alas he was just a raccoon.he could neither talk sense into poe nor could he slap ranpo...

But one day,

With one glance

Poe felt that hunger to please,to prove himself,just lighten a bit

That day was the day he saw you

Beautiful as ever.buying some tofu from a shop he frequented

“Quick Karl,how do i look??” He asked his furry friend.to which the ring eyed creature relied with a little prrp

“Okay,im goin to talk to them!”

“Prrrppp”(translation:-YES POE YOUVE GOT THIS!)

He walked up to you and quickly snatched something up on the way,he couldnt just pop up near the counter and talk to you out of nowhere!!! You’d think he was a creeper!!!

Once he was at the counter he just looked at you,heat rising in his face, and said

“That brand of tofu is the best,its quite affordable too,its a mystery how they dont sell out!”

At the sudden introduction if a voice that was seemingly talking to you,you turned around to see the a man with bangs and a raccoon on his shoulder.

You didn’t really think he was weird,you thought the raccoon was kinda cute tbh!

“I know right! Its so good!!”

a moment of silence with the only sound being the sounds of the road outside and the cashier lady ringing up your other purchases,passes and you think to introduce yourself

“Oh im y/n btw!”

“Im- im edgar but my friends call me poe.”

“Ooooh so you’re poe??” You replied.

He was astonished!how did you know his namee?????

Were you an ability user too?? Perhaps a spy from the guild sent to find him??????

“Uh-you- uh,know me?” He asked,his hopes of mustering the courage to ask you out disintegrating before him by the second

“Of course i do! You were in the guild!”

He breathed a sigh of relief

You seemed to be a regular person

“Oh um yes! Im not that active with them now though..” he continued

“Ah...sorry to hear that i guess... would you like to come over to my office by the way?? We’re making a huge feast to celebrate our President’s birthday!

His heart began to skip beats upon BEATS at this

He MUST be dreaming because if he heard it right,YOU just asked HIM to join him for dinner?!?!?!

There was no way in hell that he’d pass up this opportunity!

“Sure! I mean as log as im not a being a bother...”

“Oh no don’t worry we’ll have plenty of food to eat!”

“Oh,is that what the tofu is for??” He asked curiously

You looked down at you hand at that and placed it quickly on the counter

“Nope~thats just for me”

After both you and he had paid and left,you started walking to your office

It was silent for a few seconds while you thought about what to say and then finally,

“Oh is that a raccoon ?? Whats his name??? Can i pet him please????”

This sudden outburst of questions caught him by surprise but he was happy that you were the one to break it

“Oh um yes,yes this is a raccoon,his name is Karl,and i dont think hes mind being petted no.”

“Ooh greatt!!” You said before starting to pet the livin Shit outta him

And funnily enough karl seemed to like it!

Once you arrived at the ada headquarters he was going to ask you if the office you were speaking about was the ada

But as your pace quickened he had to run a little to stay by your side

Once you were outside the door,he had his answer

And after a secret knock was perfomed by you(to make sure They dont accidently let President fukuzawa in and ruin the surprise.)the door opened to reveal the one that he knew as atsushi

You smiled at the boy and gave him a hug before running over to his rival and giving him an even tighter hug and a passionate kiss to add

It was at this moment that poe’s heart shattered

How could he have been so stupid! Of course someone as beautiful and amazing as you would be with ranpo

He cursed himself for falling so hard so obsceenely fast and when you brought ranpo over to introduce him,he plastered on a smile to hide the pain

Of course ranpo didnt notice,and even if he did he didn’t say anything

But You were actually surprised to find that they knew eachother

You babbled on about how you could now be a trio and ranpo asked him how his new novel was coming along

He smiled at your suggestions and the prospect if spending time with you and also let ranpo know about his new book

You then spent the night partying eating and enjoying yourselves(after President fukuzawa came ofcc)

All the while you had no idea that poe was trying to pick up the pieces of his broken heart

Love was a mystery indeed;but in that moment poe knew that it was also a crime

please dont repost my work here as your own on any platform all rights belong to me except that of the characters used,their right belong to their respective owners.but these stories? mine.

feedback,likes,reblogs and comments are so very appreciated tbh :’)i hope you enjoyed and ill catch ya next time!

Comments & Reblogs w/ tags >>>>>>>>>>>likes please

[riotlain]

Shitty Run?

Another autistic (heavily) coded reader?! Reader with mild touch aversion

Glenn Rhee x Gn Reader🤭🤭

short lol

THIS IS A NWLNW BLOG!! WOMEN DNI

Today sucked. Like suuree, you could say everyday sucked. It's the end of the world after all! Today though? God I just wanted to curl up in a ball out of irritation.

I went on a run today. Was going good until I slipped up and attracted a group of walkers. Almost got bit and barely brought shit back. Now here I sit. Curled up in bed.

I was almost asleep until I heard the door open. I crack open my eyes just a bit and saw Glenn sit next to me. He was talking about something. Im not sure what though, I was too irritated to actually want to hear anything.

He must've caught on I was upset because he quieted down. We made eye contact. As much eye contact as I felt atleast. I shifted my eyes from his alot to not feel weird.

"Shitty run?" He asked, having enough balls to chuckle at the end. I stared for a bit seeing if I should actually make myself talk. I guess not.

I just did yes in sign language and closed my eyes again. I feel Glenn lay down next to me. Is he staring at me? Probably.

I then jump at sudden contact to my hand and shift away quickly. God I feel bad. I love him. Why do i hate his touch even when I'm irritated?

At my jump he pulled back and apologized quickly.

"Sorry sorry! I forgot." He got out quickly. I stare at him for a bit. He seemed pretty serious about that.

Closing my eyes again, I slowly but surely go to sleep.

Eventually waking up again, I see Glenn trying sleep. Its late outside. I still feel bad I think. I'm pretty sure I do. I can only guess thats the aching I feel right now. Maybe I'm hungry?

I stare at him for a bit. He looks really nice. Im smiling too much from this. Glenn huffs and turns over meeting my eyes and jumps a bit.

"Did I wake you up?" He asked, voice laced with concern or nervousness.

I hummed a "no", shifting closer near him. Tucking myself into his chest. Glenn, hesitating at first, wraps his arm around me, pulling me as close as possible. This is nice.

I dont think I'll be sleeping soon though. I did take a good nap after all. I can tell Glenns is more relaxed now so thats good. I'll just close my eyes and hope I fall asleep again.

Still upset about the run from earlier though.

tbh not the best fic ive written meow

i jusy wanted to get this done before lunch tho

[absolutelyfizzing]

angels and demons

warren worthington x reader fluff

@shuckfaced-fangirl Hi! can I request a warren worthington x female mutant reader where her powers are shadow summoning? So I guess everyone in the school kind of views her as some sort of demon? With a lot of fluff? Thank you!!

Description - Y/N is a shadow summoner and is isolated from her peers. Warren helps her see that not everyone fears her and that she is worthy of affection.

warnings - its so fluffy. fem pronouns. some angsty stuff (isolation, depression, sadness), one innuendo, devastating fluff, warren being an angel. i tried to make it POC inclusive, please let me know if it feels restricting or excluding and i will edit it.

word count - 3700, i got carried away

A/N - im so sorry this took so long, i took a break from writing while i am working on moving to college. i will still be spotty for the next few weeks but hopefully, i will post a few more things in that time and then get back on a normal schedule. also, thanks so much for this request, i had a lot of fun writing it and i hope it is something you enjoy reading!

MASTERLIST

You walked through the halls with a lowered head. You knew that you made others uncomfortable and so you chose to try to make yourself as small and unthreatening as possible. You had been 'gifted' powers with which you could manipulate and create darkness. You were a shadow summoner. That wasn't a name that many found reassuring or comforting.

There were a few who could see past it and who was close to being what you might call friends but those people were few and far between. There were overwhelmingly more people who believed that you must have been a scary and mean person, that you were some sort of demon. This couldn't have been further from the truth if one were to look past appearances. Your shadow was larger and darker than that of your peers and it trailed behind you with a mind of its own, moving and growing without you even meaning for it to happen. Your hands were constantly covered in something darker and dustier than the rest of your skin, a deep and pure black. It trailed from the tips of your fingers and faded on your forearm so it looked as though you had just dipped your arms into a chimney or that shadows were crawling up your arms.

When you first got them, you thought they were sort of cool. They made you look sort of goth and that was fun. That feeling quickly faded when you saw how others, even your family, reacted. They said it was a curse from hell. You were barely convinced otherwise.

You sat away from others at the school during free periods. During lunch you sat alone and in the sun when you could, you hoped it might make others be less scared of you as it might make you look brighter but your shadow, dark and ominous, maintained a spot near you. You wore clothes that made you look more approachable to try to maintain that you weren't scary. Your brightly colored outfit didn't ever seem to work though, no matter how hard you tried.

You looked down at the food in your hands, the sandwich only half-eaten, and you noted your hands. They were so normal looking, your nails were well kept and you thought they were a good size. That they might even be a good size for someone to hold. The only thing was the unnaturally colored dust that seemed to cover them. It was a cool black, it glistened and sparkled in the sun when your fingers moved. It never moved or transferred to anything else, always stuck securely to your skin. You were distracted by the way your fingers seemed to shine when a shadow came near yours, wings outlined in it. You looked up to see a tall blond boy above you with curly hair and bags under his eyes. He nodded to a spot on the grass near you.

"Do you mind if I sit here?"

You shook your head and even scooted away from the spot to give him more space despite the fact that you were in a large field.

"Do you want me to move?" You asked gently, wondering if maybe he wanted this particular spot and you took it from him unknowingly.

"I mean, I think that would sort of take away the whole point of me trying to sit with you." He smirked and you felt blood rush to your cheeks. "I like your hands" He hummed and you looked at him in shock. When his eyes met yours you tilted your head a bit.

"They don't bother you?" You tried to speak softly.

"No, I think they're awesome. They make you look punk." He smiled and you felt the corners of your mouth tug up a bit too.

"I like your wings." You almost mumbled as you allowed your gaze to move to the large feathery wings behind him. They moved in the wind and you found yourself wanting to run your fingers through them. "They make you look like an angel." You smiled and he groaned dramatically.

"I'm trying to look grunge." He pouted and you giggled a bit. At the sound, he looked up at you and blushed a bit. "Maybe we should trade."

"If I could trade you I would. Everyone is scared of how I look." You gazed back at the grass.

"I'm not." His simple statement made butterflies erupt in your stomach and you smiled a bit. You looked back at him and made eye contact for a moment.

"What's your name?" You asked and he maintained his gaze into your eyes. It was the most contact or conversation with someone else you'd had in a long time.

"I'm Warren." He smiled a bit and stuck a hand out to you to shake. You looked at his hand in shock. Nobody ever voluntarily touched your hands. Most of them worried that whatever was on them would spread. You hesitantly brought your hand to his, purposefully giving him plenty of time to remove his hand if he felt uncomfortable. But he didn't. Instead, your hand reached his and he shook it before letting go as if it was no big deal.

"I'm Y/N." You smiled a bit more and you felt a giggle come out of you from the joy of realizing this wasn't a dream, that someone was trying to talk to you and they weren't afraid.

"Is my name that funny?" He teased.

"No, I just-" you paused to think, "it's been so long since anyone has done this with me."

"Talked to you?" He questioned, obviously expecting you to say no and explain what you meant. Instead, you just nodded and his heart clenched for a moment. "Well, you can stick with me then."

"I don't know if you want your reputation to take a hit like that."

"My reputation is 'the angry and damaged kid', I'm sure it can handle the breaking news of me talking to a nice and pretty girl." He reassured before he even realized what he was saying. You could have cried at the feeling that rose up in your chest.

After that day, you stuck to his side like glue and he took no issue with it. The more you got to know him the more you appreciated the fact that he had taken you in. With his help, over the coming months, he helped you develop a stable friend group. That group included people like Ororo and Jane who had heard rumors about you and never bothered to check and see if they were real. They apologized profusely, especially Jean as she felt like she could have easily found out that you were kinder than she thought with her abilities but just had never done so, and you gladly accepted, just happy to be within a group.

You and Warren had developed a reputation. He was overly protective and gruff while you were overly nice and empathetic. You balanced each other well and if you were honest, you were in love with him. That always felt weird to say, you'd never been in love with anyone before but every second you spent with him made you more and more sure of your feelings.  

When you and Warren were together, you would daydream about what it would be like to be in a relationship with him. Being held by him and wrapped in his wings. Getting to play with his unkempt hair. Holding his hand.

Sometimes he would try to encourage you to hold his hand. He would hold it out to you when he was helping you jump down from somewhere high. He would ask you to hand him things and then make decisive contact as he took it from you. He knew that it meant a lot to you, you practically gasped and blushed every time he did it. He had never met anyone so touch starved. He wanted to give you all the affection that you craved.

Unfortunately, Warren was rather oblivious, especially towards things like feelings and emotions. He had no clue that you had any interest in him, even though he hoped you did every day. If he wasn't so attached to your friendship, he might ask you out. Instead, he tried to maintain a friendly distance so he didn't cross any lines while also being as affectionate with you as he could be. You followed a similar path.

The person caught in the middle of this was poor Jean Gray. she had watched you pine over each other since you met and had heard every thought that went through both of your heads. She knew you would never complain or ask for help about anything so she liked to keep tabs on your thoughts every once in a while to make sure you were okay. Still, she tried her best to not listen very often or when you were thinking about anything very personal, she honestly did. But she was a romantic. All she wanted was for you two idiots to get together but you were both oblivious. She decided, probably 3 months into you becoming friends, that she had to do something about it.

She was sitting on your bed while you sat across your bedroom on your small couch. She fiddled with her thumbs while she tried to ignore your constant thoughts about Warren, his hands, his wings, his smile. She was exhausted. she took a small breath while she planned how she would try to say this to you.

"Do you want to know what I heard today?" She called and you looked up at her from the book you were pretending to read.

"Do you mean heard or 'heard'?" You laughed and she rolled her eyes.

"Either." Then she tilted her head. "Both."

"Yeah, I wanna know! What's it about?" You asked while leaning forward in your seat. Jean always had the best gossip to tell because she could literally hear it.

"Warren." She stated simply and watched your reaction. You flushed and stopped breathing for a moment.

"Wha-" you stuttered, "what about him?"

"That he has a thing for you." she winked and you flushed even more.

"You're lying." You assured, a questioning look on your face.

"I'm not and I'm tired of watching you two longing after one another while the rest of the school watches." She smiled and your heart picked up.

"I thought I told you not to look in my head!" You scolded but you weren't actually all that upset. You knew that it was very hard for her to control.

"I cant help it! Both of you think so loud. And I wouldn't have to anyway, Ororo mentioned it to me the other day and she definitely cants read minds." She giggled and you smiled a bit.

"Does he actually like me?" You almost whispered in disbelief.

"Yes! He's been obsessed with you since you started talking."

"But like he would want to actually go-"

"Y/N, I swear to god. If you don't go and talk to him right now I'm going to have a fit." She laughed and you glared at her.

"Okay okay fine, I'm going," you grumbled as you stood and walked toward your door. "If you are wrong I'm gonna be so upset with you."

She just laughed again and you started to walk down the hallway. You thought he might be in his room or outside. You decided to check his room first.

You knocked on his door but you were met with silence. You tried the handle and it moved.

"Warren?" you paused, "I'm coming in," you warned and pushed the door open. When you looked inside, he wasn't there. You took a moment to gaze around his room, it wasn't the first time you had been in there but every time was a bit exciting as you got to see all of the things he had that represented him. He had a boombox and a CD collection on his dresser. Some of his clothes were thrown around his room haphazardly and some of his drawers were open. You looked at the wall next to you where he kept photos that you took. You would carry around a camera or take pictures on your phone of everyone around campus. He always asked for them and then printed them out so he could hang them up. He had even managed to get a couple of you. You smiled a bit before heading back into the hallway, closing the door behind you.

You instead moved towards the door to get out onto the lawn where you thought he would probably be. He often sat under the big oak trees or on the roof if he wanted to get away from people. When you made it outside, you looked around for him.

"Y/N!" you heard him shout. You turned to look for him and saw his silhouette flying from the roof. You paused to admire him and his wings. He always looked so angelic to you. So powerful. You thought about how your power emanated darkness. That you would never appear angelic to someone and would more likely look like a demon. You looked down at your hands for a second, a habit you had when you were thinking about your powers. They sparkled a bit in the sun but it did little to quell the distaste in your mouth.

Suddenly there was a shadow in front of you that was not part of the darkness that surrounded you.

"Y/N?" he asked gently. "Are you okay?" he tried not to startle you. Being empathetic wasn't something that came naturally to him, but he tried extra hard around you. he noticed the way you were staring at your hands. The growth of your shadow as you thought about your powers more. He moved to touch one of your hands but you flinched back a bit. He brought his hand back and looked at you with concern. "Whats wrong, angel?" He asked lightly and you looked up at the pet name. He had started calling you that soon after you became friends. You thought it was out of irony but he really was convinced that you were some sort of angel. He also loved the way that your eyes would light up when he said it. You stared at him for a moment in silence.

"Do I scare you?" You asked quietly and your voice shook. He looked surprised by your question and you were surprised too. You didn't know why you were suddenly getting emotional. Why this was now all you could think about. Why it had to come up now when you were trying to express your feelings for him. Instead of responding he reached out to your hand, holding onto it when you let him, despite flinching away slightly. He started to walk, leading you toward the same tree you had met under. Once you both reached it he sat down and looked up at you, waiting for you to sit down too. You did, maybe a bit farther away from him than you needed to be.

"Do you think you scare me?" he asked genuinely and you took a second to think, looking back down at your hands which were now pulled back into your lap.

"I scare me," you stated simply and paused.

"That's not what I asked."

"I don't know." You mumbled. "I think I freak everyone out. Including you I guess." Your voice was quieter than you meant it to be. you really hadn't thought about it in a little while. It had been on your mind plenty when you first started talking to him. You were extra conscious of not pushing him to be around you or near your shadow. You knew that he would move away if he needed to but you also had so many memories of everyone around you fearing you, running from you, telling you that you were a curse. Instead of responding he held his hand out in between the two of you, palm up. You knew that he was inviting you to take it but that he wouldn't push you to. Instead of taking it, you placed your hand near his on the ground and he left his next to yours, not trying to take it if you didn't want him to.

"You don't." He let out, sounding sure of himself and slightly pained. "You don't scare me." You looked at each other. He had tears in his eyes. He was never one to get emotional so you were surprised. "Do I scare you?" he questioned, already knowing your answer but trying to prove a point.

"Of course not." You sighed.

"You have a lot more reason to be afraid of me than I have to be afraid of you." he looked at your hand again. "I'm the one who has a rough history, I'm the one who is angry and has a reputation of being aggressive."

"But, Warren, your mutation is-"

"Mutation has nothing to do with it, Y/N." he sighed. "You have control over your abilities, I have control over mine. The only difference between us is our personalities and I have never had any reason to fear you or dislike you. You're the kindest person I know and everyone in your life who has let you think that there was something wrong with you was terrible. And that was on them."

Your hand reached for his and you laced your fingers together. He squeezed your hand and ran his thumb over the back of it.

"I love you." The words came out of your mouth faster than you could think and you sucked in a breath, almost hoping he didn't hear you. When you glanced up at him he had a gentle smile on his face. He brought the back of your hand up to his face and kissed it before placing it against his cheek.

"I love you too, Y/N" He reached out for your waist and pulled you toward his lap, giving you plenty of time to give him a sign that you were uncomfortable. Instead, you put your leg over his waist so you were straddling his thighs. You held one of his hands in between you and fiddled with his fingers, admiring how your hands contrasted with his. Somehow, him holding your hand made it seem less out of place. You almost felt pride.

You were suddenly surrounded by warmth and shadow, the sounds of the quad around you becoming muted. You looked up around you and his wings were wrapped around the two of you, closing you off into your own little world. You felt the urge to reach out to them but you had never asked. You had never seen him let anyone touch them and you didn't want to make him uncomfortable.

"Go ahead." your eyes snapped to his in shock.

"Warren, you never let any-"

"I want you to," he admitted and it was true. He had thought many times about asking you to run your fingers through his wings. He would never complain about it but they were a little high maintenance and also sensitive. He never let anyone touch them because most people weren't gentle or he didn't trust them. He knew though that you were the gentlest person on Earth and that he could count on you to be careful.

At his reassurance, you smiled a bit. You reached a hand out to the part of his wing next to his shoulder. You both gasped a bit when your fingers made contact. Warren was a bit surprised at how sensitive they were to your touch and it had been a long time since anyone but himself had touched them. You were entranced by how soft they were. The feathers were delicate and there were so many. You were very careful in how you moved your hand along his wing, looking at him often to see if he was uncomfortable. As you were carding your fingers through his feathers, one came out. You gasped slightly horrified that you had hurt him.

"Hey, it's okay!" he rushed out as he saw your panic. "They just sort of... shed sometimes." He almost seemed embarrassed. Feathers would come off occasionally and he would often have to brush through them himself to release all of the loose feathers, sort of like brushing your hair. He reached to pick up the feather and held it in front of you for you to take. You gladly did and you twirled it in your fingers. "Maybe sometime, if you wouldn't mind, of course, you could help me brush through them?" he asked quietly and you smiled.

"Yeah of course. They seem like they might be a lot of work." you were touched that he trusted you to do that and you thought about how hard it must be to take care of them by himself when they were so big and most of his wings were behind him.

"You should see what it's like to shower with them," he grumbled and then his eyes widened at what he had said. He hadn't meant it to be an innuendo but now he was worried he offended you. Instead, he looked into your eyes and you fell into a fit of giggles.

"I might have to take you up on that offer." Your gentle gaze made him blush. He had never felt this comfortable with anyone. This safe. He decided right then that he would do anything you ever asked of him.

After that day, you and Warren became the cutest couple at the school. You were opposites in multiple ways and your relationship was more wholesome than any of your friends could handle. You got more confident in yourself and your abilities and he allowed himself to be more vulnerable. everyone agreed that you were a match made in heaven.