#hi I was lazy and couldn't be bothered to post this here before

[reiincarnatiion]

shadows of destiny | azriel x reader | part one

summary : 3 sisters for 3 brothers....right? Azriel believes wholeheartedly that Elain should be his mate and in doing so ignores his deep feelings for you.

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a/n : I haven't written in like 6 years since my draco malfoy and kpop fanfictions HAHA so please forgive me I am rusty!! Also I wrote this on my phone eeee

but finally eee I'm so excited to post my first writing on tumblr !! I was always a quotev and wattpad girly but here I am finally... 💗

just writing some rough short stories rn but I'll def write more as I get more comfortable again and into the rhythm! let me know what you think please 🫶🏼

ps: it's not proof read cuz I'm lazy I'm so sorry so please ignore mistakes dearies

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You watched as Azriel bent down to whisper something into Elains ear and you felt a growl beginning to build up in your throat.

You didn't know the mating bond did this ; make one so possessive and jealous that the half-moon nail marks on your palms had become blood red, from gripping your fists too strongly.

"I just don't understand why you can't tell him," a voice whispers next to you. You turn to acknowledge Mor, as she slips in next to you into the booth.

"Because the moment I do, this whole dynamic changes Mor," you whisper back, indicating to the sprawl of people around you.

You guys had come to Rita's once again, to party, drink, kiss and do other nonsense things Cassian had eagerly talked about, whilst pitching the idea to the group. It had started off fun, with everyone talking together but as the night had progressed, they had all paired off. You could see Feyre and Rhys making out in the corner of your eyes and Nesta and Cassian dancing around each other on the club floor. Elain and Azriel had also innocently gotten up and moved to another table, using a range of excuses you hadn't bothered to process.

Even Mor had a female making eyes at her from afar.

"Then change the dynamic, Y/N. I need some excitement in my life," she whispered furiously again and slid out, stalking to the female at the bar.

Groaning you sunk into the booth, left alone to your thoughts plagued by one thing only, Azriel.

The repetitive music slowly faded out, as you downed drink after drink, watching the others around you mingle and grind away into the depths of the night. They would come past your table and say a few words before being dragged away again.

But not once did he come. Not once did he even look in your direction... and it infuriated you.

"You look more miserable than me,"

You blinked, looking up to focus in on the flop of red hair, braids and whizzing metallic eye and a handsome jawline.

"Lucien!!!" you let out a whine, attempting to get up but falling back down in the process, not having realised how much strong alcohol you had consumed in the last hour.

"Woah there stargirl," he slipped in next to you, using the nickname only he used for you.

Lucien and you had met on Starfall, as you had been leaning on the balcony, apparently being half a second from falling over because of your drunk eagerness to "catch one of the stars", and since then, he had named you Stargirl. Your friendship had blossomed due to your matching humour and desire to travel the realms.

His shoulder pressed up against you, his warmth spread through you, making you feel giddy. You couldn't tell if it was the alcohol or your desperation, as you abruptly laid a hand on his thigh.

If he noticed, he didn't show it as he took a swig of one of the elixirs that you had in your hand.

As he drank, you watched his eyes zero in on his elusive mate and you swore you saw them darken.

His scent visibly changed as he placed the now empty cup back on the table with a lethal fluidness that had you wondering how good he was at controlling his emotions.

"Its a shame we are mated to the wrong people, otherwise you and I would have ruled the world" he whispers, still not looking at you.

Your breath catching in your throat, your heavy heart pangs with emotion, exaggerated from the effects of the ethanol.

"At least she knows you are her mate Lucien... he doesn't even know about me," you miserably mutter.

You feel Luciens hot gaze rest on you as you look up into his deep eyes.

There's no doubt the turmoil of seeing each other's mates together shines in both of your eyes, but behind the pathetic nature of the situation, a force glint shines through his.

"Then why don't we tell him, Y/N," he urges, a smirk growing on his face.

Your heart drops as you make eye contact with Lucien, his eyes glinting with jealousy and anger.

You had never seen Lucien ever break his calm facades, he always would take whatever Elain would throw at him ; why was he so fired up tonight?

"You have always been so kind to Elain and given her time Lucien, why do you want to make her jealous now?" you voice your thoughts, causing him to look away, as you attempt to search his eyes.

Little did you know or feel, the dark cool gaze that had been assessing you since the moment Lucien had slipped in.

If one were to look through your party at this moment in time, the looks of longing and jealously swirling between you and Lucien could easily have been interpreted as longing and hunger for each other. With now, your full body turned to him, intimately touching him, shoulder to shoulder, anyone could mistake you as a couple.

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Azriel nodded patiently as he listened to Elain talk about the new plants she wished to acquire from the Dawn Court for her garden.

He was trying so hard to listen and be attentive, but it was difficult when his shadows were buzzing about him, even more frantically, with the effects of the alcohol he had been consuming throughout the night.

He knew the amount of pumps of the vanilla perfume you had sprayed onto yourself, he knew how many times you had sighed throughout the night and he knew of the half-moon marks on your hands. His shadows told him everything, even when he didn't want to know.

For he didn't want to know the looks Lucien and you were giving each other, he didn't want to acknowledge the clenching of your thighs or the hand on your thigh or the-

"-So what do you think Azriel?"

Elains sweet voice cut in deeply through his silent spiralling, as he hummed coming back to the present.

Her big doe eyes innocently looked up at him as he racked his brain for what she had been asking about.

"YES I think the plants would be wonderful-," he began, when his shadows started screaming, "Elain excuse me one moment."

He quickly got up, his eyes narrow and jaw clenching as he went to get out of the booth in haste.

Elains eyes followed him and they widened slightly.

Luciens' hands were on your waist, holding you up from behind, as you both made your way to the dance floor, giggling.

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read [ part two ] here deariess <3

[aimedis]

IDIOTS - D.A.M.N CREW

i wrote this a while back (months ago lol) but i'm just now getting around to editing and posting it since i've been semi-active on tumblr these days

cw - lighthearted argument between damien and lasko, fake hostility, gavin being whipped for freelancer

wc - 1.1k

Lasko huffs, “Stop making fun of me, asshole.”

“It's not my fault. For a teacher, you're stupid." Damien clicks his tongue.

“W-well you’re just being absurd!”

“I’m being absurd? I’m being absurd?!”

“Yes, you are!”

Huxley groans into a throw pillow, collapsing back against the couch, “Where is Rainshower when you need them?”

“Off doing their teacher duties. They're helping Freelancer with water control or.. something back at D.A.M.N.” Gavin hums, not even paying attention to them both as he goes through his phone absentmindedly. He was mostly thinking about when the Freelancer was coming back and waiting until he could feel their familiar aura again.

They had both left before the boys arrived at the apartment. It was supposed to be their lazy Saturday morning before their hangout and Gavin was seconds from falling back asleep on their chest before they’d gotten a phone call from Dear.

The conversation was quiet and mundane enough for Gavin to ignore it and let his breathing even out until his Freelancer sat up at the end of it.

Of course, Gavin protested, as much as he could while being half-asleep at least— but they’d still gotten away from him.

“I gotta get up, Gav.” They’d hummed quietly as they ruffled his hair

“Nuh uhh.. ‘re not goin’ anywhere.” Gavin’s sleep-addled voice called out, clinging tightly onto their shirt with his eyes still closed.

"Yuh huh, Lasko's partner is helping me out with my water magic."

They’d slipped out from under him pretty easily and Gavin rolled over to glare at them. When they kissed him softly with a little smile playing on their lips, he’d kissed them back out of instinct (and when did he not want to kiss his love?) and then they slipped out of bed—away from his arms

Gavin had whined and pouted and used his very effective persuasion skills but apparently, last-minute practice before an exam was more important than his happiness.

"I love you, I'll be back in a little bit."

Gavin huffs and opens his eyes then, his hair pretty much blocking his entire view of them.

Freelancer laughs and kisses his forehead, "Relax, clingy, it's only like two hours. You don't want me to fail do you?"

"Do it tomorrow.." Gavin whines, reaching out to hold onto them so they couldn't leave but they escaped him again, blowing him a kiss and telling him to go back to sleep. Which he did, begrudgingly.

And now he's here trying his best not to sulk, wallowing in the feeling of half-hollowness that always came with being apart from his Deviant. He should be put off by that feeling, the feeling of missing a part of himself when they’re not near should scare or annoy him. But he can’t find it in himself to care much when his person is still gone.

“Lasko, you fatherless freak, would you just listen to me?!”

“Me?! Damien you hypocritical piece of shit-”

Gavin is startled out of his thoughts by the laugh that leaves his body, his hand coming up to cover his mouth. Huxley groans even louder then, his hand covering his face “Why is this happening to me..”

“That was so uncalled for,” Gavin says still laughing but about to try and futilely console Huxley when his phone chimes with a notification.

freelancer ❤️ hey gav we're like five minutes away, we got snacks

He perks up, not bothering to be embarrassed about the wide smile spreading across his face.

me hurry back i miss you

freelancer ❤️ just be patient you baby

“Okay!” Damien groans and looks over at Gavin and Huxley on the couch in exasperation, “I think we need a second opinion-“

Lasko huffs, “I think you need a sedative-"

Damien looked as if he was about to slap him, “Shut up! Guys, tell Lasko that-“ Damien cuts himself off when he glances at Gavin smiling like an idiot at his phone, “What on Earth are you smiling about over there?”

At those words, Gavin looked up and his face returned to normal but it was already too late—Huxley and Lasko had also seen the lovesick grin on his face while he was looking at his phone.

He was done for.

Huxley’s signature smile was back on his face when it clicked in his brain, “Aww, were you texting Freelancer? You look so happy!”

Lasko holds his breath to keep from laughing at Gavin’s reddening face but it only made him laugh harder.

“It’s sickening is what it is.” Damien snorts leaning against the couch, crossing his arms, “Did they send you a sappy message about how much they miss you and wanna kiss your stupid face?”

“Did you respond with a ‘I miss you baby’?” Huxley laughs and his voice goes up an octave at the last phrase

“Did you add a bunch of sickly sweet emojis at the end?” Lasko chimes in between his laughter

“Did you add a bunch of sickly sweet nicknames too?”

“Shut up,” Gavin groans lightheartedly, sitting up as he scratches the back of his neck, “You guys are annoying. And hypocrites. Did you forget I'm a demon?” He smiles sweetly.

That gets Damien and Lasko to shut up, suddenly averting the other two's gazes

At that moment, Freelancer is heard opening the front door and calling out.

“We're back!”

“Thank god,” Lasko whispers in a completely different tone than Gavin does.

By the time any of them look back up, Gavin was gone to the doorway as well.

“Whipped,” Huxley snorts.

“Says you,” Lasko chimes in softly, looking back at his phone.

Damien huffs, “Says you. Didn’t you cry for three hours after you and-“

Lasko shoots a gust of wind at a sheet of paper on the coffee table to fly into Damien’s face. He responds by setting the sheet on fire, raising an eyebrow at the air-elemental.

“Shut your mouth, Damien, I’ll suffocate you,” Lasko glares.

Damien rolls his eyes and gets up to sit next to Huxley again, “Yeah, as if, air elemental who's scared of heights.”

“Says the guy who's half French and can’t even speak the language.”

Damien looks as if he would get up again to start another less verbal fight but Dear is now standing in the doorway, clearing their throat.

They raise an eyebrow, "What are you two fighting about this time?"

And the two of them immediately jump back into yelling over each other, ranting about some stupid move Damien loved and Lasko thought was absolute ass.

Huxley shakes his head and wraps an arm around his boyfriend with a smile, keeping Damien trapped at his side while Dear tries to mediate like an exhausted parent.

Outside in the doorway of the apartment, Gavin has his arms wrapped around Freelancer's waist, theirs around his neck. He sighs happily, feeling tension bleed from his body at finally having his lover back in his arms. Safe and happy.

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[neevblanc]

„curious” ♡

a/n —hey all! hope ur doin' well, drink water if you haven't! have this as a treat. it's 2k and some more but i cant be bothered to check for specifics. (p.s sorry if the tarot aspects of this are wonky! i did my best to research and i pulled reference from my sister's experience with tarot cards/reading.)

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Dazai Osamu x GN!reader

Tags— 22/ada dazai, flirting?, pre-slash, don't question why reader's given a key, reader works under ango but he's also they're dad figure, it's a whole thing, mentions of sskk though not explicitly platonic or romantic, take that as you wish, dazai's infuriating habit of burying feelings and then one day he'll die

CW/TW— dazai. (/j, none i can think of.)

note — reader's ability in this is based on one that my friend chose for our self-ship au. "Teacher of Truth by Saneatsu Mushanokoji: The user can employ tarot cards to gain insight into the past, current, and possible future situations. The user needs to know what each of the cards mean in order to properly interpret what they say." it's from a post on tumblr, but I couldn't find it for the life of me! i'll credit if i can. anyway, it's been tweaked a little so i'm here to explain. in this, reader can choose to use their ability during a reading or not, but the tarot cards are always personal to them. people they know will sometimes show in the cards if they're important to them.

The next time Dazai sees you, it’s well before the ADA opens for the day. He’d admittedly had a rough night—sleep evaded him like always, and he hadn’t had dinner because of his own laziness. His futon was impossibly comfy. How was he meant to part with its loving warmth?

The Door to the agency creaks open, the sound not unlike the groan of the cafe floorboards only steps away. One of Dazai’s favorite activities was purposely seeking out the creaky floorboards and dancing on them so loud Kunikida would have to berate him, of course. He was intimately familiar with the annoying sounds this old building could make.

The office is darker than during working hours, but he notices the meager amount of lights still switched on. Distantly, he knows Kunikida would’ve blown a gasket about the electric bill if he had found them still on. He takes a step into the room-

Something rustles. Downstairs, an old radio plays a song he does not recognize. Pigeons flutter and coo from outside the window.

Somebody was in the agency, and had it been any of his fellow detectives, he’d have known.

“Hmmm, what’s this,” he mutters absently, volume low enough to alert whoever it was had decided to trespass.

”Dazai-san?” a soft voice calls, and Dazai pauses for a moment. A short, hollow sound follows—cards shuffling. He bites the inside of his cheek. How curious.

”Last I checked, you don’t clock in with the rest of us measly agents. Surely Ango’s fuming by now?” He hums, stepping into view of you. you’re sat at Atsushi’s desk, bag perched on top of Atsushi’s empty report trays. Dazai almost smirks at the sight— silly Atsushi, always rushing to complete everything in a timely manner. One day, he’d get him to turn them in later, hopefully months later- like he did.

”Hm, no. I clocked in earlier, but Ango wanted me over here early. Something about a mission I have to hand over to Fukuzawa-dono. I got a key from him last time, so I just let myself in.” you explained. Dazai pulled his own chair out and collapsed into it, peering down at what your hands were busying themselves with.

He realizes they’re tarot cards. Thick and sturdy under your fingers, you set them up neatly in front of yourself. The backs are a matte purple, decorated with silver details that glint as the sunrise light hits them for just a fraction of a second. The illustrations seem to flicker with movement, almost like snapshots of time shifting through an old camera, frame after frame.

”What’s got you so busy?” he asks, exaggeratingly leaning over to look at the cards. You laugh and smile, expression wobbly. He notes the change. You briefly shake out the bracelet laying on your wrist, almost nervously. You lay the last card on the desk’s surface. Atsushi’s cute cat clock ticks from where it’s placed near his report trays.

“I do readings for the day early in the morning, just in case. Sometimes, I don’t even use my ability.” You explain, keeping your voice low so as not to break the morning peace. Dazai glances at the cat clock. Soon, the secretaries and Kunikida will clock in and begin their work day. He focuses back on you and grins, intrigued.

“Anxious, then? I guess the ability to see the future will do that to ‘ya.” Dazai sighed, crossing his legs and resting his chin on his hand. He was content to watch you finish setting the cards down in a formation he admittedly did not understand.

” What does that one mean?” he says, pointing to one of the cards. Its flickering surface shows a woman with mint-colored hair pulled up into a bun. Behind her, there’s a black mass, and she seems to be standing in a graveyard. There are two Xs at the top of the card. You redirect your attention to the card he’s hovering his finger over and smile.

”That’s Judgment—renewal, reflection, awakening, or reckoning. For a personal reading, it would mean going through a period of self-evaluation or maybe even trying to understand the people around you and your situation more.” You explain, seemingly done with the spread and setting down the other cards nearby. Dazai purses his lips.

”Sounds gloomy. Lame!” He huffs, upset by his choice. you gasp and narrow your eyes.

”Don’t call them lame! You’ll piss them off, Dazai.” You hiss, smacking him on the arm. Dazai grins and leans closer, smile growing coy.

”Really now? And how exactly does one do that?” Dazai prods. You stick your tongue out and cross your arms.

“Not telling. Now shut up and let me do my reading.” You grumble, eyes flicking over the cards. Dazai whines and throws himself forward, almost shoving you off of Atsushi’s chair.

”Dude!” You yelp, hands scrambling to grasp his coat as he rights himself. Dazai grabs you by the shoulders and shakes, intent on being the biggest possible nuisance.

”That’s boring! Do your reading laterrrr; it won’t matter, right? Ne- do a reading for me! I wanna know my future,” He begs, grinning. You blink and scowl, pushing him away.

”First off, it would matter. Doing a reading later would be a completely different outcome. Just wait. All I have to do is interpret these. I’ll do yours after.” You grumble, adjusting their sleeves and settling back into the chair. Dazai harrumphs but settles into his own chair to watch you silently read the cards.

You focus back on the cards, and Dazai settles himself by watching you idly. You’re dressed in what you always wear to work, but it’s casual enough to know doubt have been breaking the dress code had you not been working under Ango for so long.  There’s a small scrunch to your nose as you focus on your task, and Dazai can spot how you run your tongue over your teeth in thought. Dazai looks away pointedly. Taking a few breaths, he forcibly clears his mind. How odd.

”Okay, done.” You hum, straightening and starting to pick up the cards. He shifts so his whole body is faced toward you. You take gentle care of the cards, putting them back into the deck.

”Why do they flicker like that? You aren’t using your ability,” he asks, curious about the shifting images on the cards. You shrug.

”Don’t know. It happens no matter what deck I use, though I prefer using this one. The images just shift into the same ones most of the time, though some have changed over time.” You explain, shuffling the cards. Dazai reaches out and hovers over your hand before poking the back of it gently. You let him despite knowing the outcome.

The images on the cards still lying on the table flicker, completely uninterrupted, even as Dazai feels the shiver of his ability eating away at yours. He hums and pulls away. He hadn’t been paying attention when he jostled you earlier, but you were right- they were unaffected.

”Strange, but not unheard of. Some ability effects aren’t considered active enough for my ability to erase.” Dazai says, allowing you to continue. you finish and present him with the deck, pulling away when he goes to take them.

”Don’t be mean to them. They’ll be mean to you. You can’t even think anything negative; they’ll know. You’re gonna cut the deck in 3, okay? We’ll do a simple reading.” you explain, and only once Dazai agrees (crosses his heart and hopes to die!) is he gently handed the cards.

”What do you want to read? We can focus on love, or money, or your career, things like that.” You say. Dazai ponders for a moment before sniffing, mouth settled into a pompous pout.

”I want to know if someone will finally be interested in a double suicide with me.” He huffs. You scoff.

”You’re insane. Okay, so love. Think about that while you cut them.” You nod, giving him the go-ahead. He runs his fingers over the well-loved edges and slots his thumbs through the deck where it feels right, setting the individual cuts down on the desk before them. He tries to take it as seriously as possible, though thinking about love has always made him squirm and itch beneath his skin.

You reach over once he’s done and clear your throat, carefully picking the top cards on each deck and laying them out in front of him. On the left, the first card flipped is a wheel, seemingly in the sky and surrounded by clouds. The clouds float by calmly, though Dazai can’t find anything particularly personal to you the way some of the other cards would show.

It’s made a little more difficult considering the card’s orientation- upside down.

You hum at it before moving on. The card in the middle is revealed, and this one piques his interest. He grins a little at the image. Two figures hold goblets in their hands, strings of power rising from the cups and meeting above their heads to form a Yin and Yang sign. The figures are startingly familiar- one dark-haired, the other light-haired. Accents in their hair match each other, silver and black clashing and melding nicely. This one’s facing right-side up. The image flickers to show the energy that swirls around, occasionally circling their respective holders.

The last one flicks onto the wooden desk with a hollow sound. The image is soft, not unlike the first one with the blue sky. A sun takes up the upper half, rays pronounced against the sky. Ttheire’s a little kid in the illustration, their beaming face scrunched up in happiness. There’s a flag clutched in one hand, with the other gripping onto the mane of the white horse they’re perched upon. Sunflowers frame them, peaking over the illustrated garden wall behind them.

It’s an endlessly endearing picture, and from the smile, he has a feeling he knows who it is. Like the last one, it’s right-side up.

You settle your chin against your palm, leaning on the table with a hum.

”That’s….a really nice reading, actually.” You move to point at the cards. Dazai sits patiently with his hands on his lap. Nothing more fascinating than seeing someone in their element, he supposed.

”That first one is The Wheel of Fortune. Upside down, it’s a little darker. It represents your past,” you pause, looking at him for a moment. “I think for you, it’s focused on the feeling of helplessness—lack of power or control…like you had love but couldn’t control how and when you lost it,” you say, your voice soft. Dazai fights to ignore the discomfort building in his throat.

”Well, what can I say? My dark past haunts me,” he bemoans, and you huff a soft laugh. You move on to the next card- the cups. You look a little embarrassed by this one.

”This one is the present. Two cups represent…well, partnership. More specifically, the realization of a new partnership. This one can be pretty romantic. I guess you’ve got something to look forward to soon,” you say, pointedly ignoring the images of his two kohais. He grins, sparing you of the teasing. He didn’t know how well you even knew Akutagawa- but it was amusing to see everyone could see what those two denied vehemently.

”The last one is the future. You got The Sun, which is actually really sweet.” Through your embarrassment, Dazai watches a sweet smile grow on your face. He matches it easily.

“It means joy and success, for you in particular. It means…whatever or whoever your two cups is for, you’ll be very happy together.” You say, and Dazai sighs wistfully.

”Maybe someone will finally want to commit suicide with me! This news might keep me alive a day longer just yet,” Dazai coos. You groan and take a deep breath, seemingly ignoring him as you duck your head down and then start to put the cards back.

”You better hope you didn’t piss this deck off, Dazai.” you huff, glaring. Dazai pouts, cradling his face in his hands.

“What?! I followed all your rules; I would never,” he whines. You flip him off and busily tuck the cards into a soft leather pouch. He lets his hands drop and watches for a moment.

”Thanks for the reading,” Dazai says, his voice back to normal. You glance at him and smile.

”Yeah, no problem. It’s nice to read without my ability once in a while,” you admit, expression soft. He grins. Something stirs in his chest.

”You can read me whenever you want, lovely.” He purrs jokingly. You startle, flushing. You glare and kick him with your foot.

”Don’t say shit like that,” you mutter. Dazai whines out a laugh, having settled on teasing you until he could see the smoke coming out your ears.

Before he could continue, the door creaks open, and the overhead lights flick on. Multiple people come shuffling in, and Dazai can hear Kunikida conversing lowly with Fukuzawa. The secretaries also file in, chattering contently amongst themselves. Fukuzawa and Kunkida pause only to greet them both. you wave politely, and Dazai salutes them both.

you blink your eyes to adjust to the light now flooding the room. Dazai huffs and stands with a groan.

”Alright, I’ve got five minutes to get out of here. You’ll be going in to see Shachou, right?” He asks, stretching. you stand and nod, giving him a look.

”Where are you going?” you ask, picking up your bag. He groans at the way his back pops as he rights himself from his stretching.

”Home. I only came here 'cause I was bored. But in the long run, it’ll be a lot funnier if Kunikida’s mad all morning when I don’t show up~” He snickers. you shake your head, a smile pulling at your mouth.

“You’re so lame. See you, then.” You sighed, heading down the hall Kunikida and Fukuzawa had disappeared down.

”And yet you love me. ‘Till we meet again,” he calls, pointedly ignoring the yell you let out.

”Whatever!” you yelped, and Dazai let the agency door click closed behind him.

He grins. Curious indeed.

note — can you tell i love brothers! atsushi and dazai? also, the woman in Judgement is Mizuki Tsujimura, who I headcanon is pretty good friends with reader in this one. :) please let me know if there are any pronoun inconsistencies! this was originally written with she/her pronouns, and i did my best to fix it to match the gender neutral style i like to use for tumblr stuffs.

©neevblanc 2024 // do not plagiarize or repost

[emotionallyunstableduck]

Between the lines

genre: fluff, mutual pining, drunk confessions

pairing: Osamu Dazai x Coworker!reader

word count: 860 words

warnings: drinking, aimless writing

Part2

a/n: This is my first fic, and I don't know what i am doing, but i hope you guys enjoy it nevertheless :) Now that i realize it, it's quite short, but I'm still posting it regardless.

Ever since you started working at the agency, you were drawn to Dazai like a moth to a flame. Was it his childish facade? The intricate personality behind that mask? you never quite figured it out.

Today was a typical evening, and you were completing some paperwork while sitting in the cafe downstairs, but all you could concentrate on was dazai flirting with the waitress. You tell yourself that it doesn't bother you, but that would be a lie, so you do the next best thing and pack up your stuff and say good night to your coworkers and head up to your apartment.

That night you heard the bell as you were reading your book so you went to open the door and to your surprise there stood the guy you were over. Dazai looked clearly drunk. "hello Y/N it's great to see you but what are you doing in my house" you couldn't help but giggle at his ramblings "Dazai-san your room is opposite to mine" dazai was perplexed "you mean to say you are not in my room" "quite the opposite actually" dazai seemed a little bummed out as he began to search for his house keys only to realize he left it at his desk. Too lazy to go back to the agency building, dazai just sat on your doorstep "Y/N lemme just stay here for the night" he said proceeding to lay down as you interrupted him by pulling him up by his arm leading to your couch "you'll catch a cold if you lay there Dazai-san" while giving him a blanket "here you go. let me get you some water before you go to sleep" just as you were about to get up to get some water Dazai holds your hand and pulls you onto him and rests his hand on your face "I knew I loved those eyes of yours".

To say you were flustered would be an understatement "Da-Dazai san what are you going on about" Dazai just kept staring at you as though he was trying to speak with you telepathically "It's just that you always look so effortlessly captivating, the way you handle every situation, your wicked intelligence and the way you fill up all my thoughts. I adore you my dear Y/N" after hearing the most heartfelt confession ever, you look at the confessor only to find him passed out on your couch.

You went to sleep with all your blood rushing to your face.

The next morning you find dazai still asleep on the couch. it warmed your heart to watch him sleep "he looks so peaceful" you say to yourself and go to your kitchen and start on some breakfast.

Dazai wakes up with a heavy head and sunlight hitting his face as he tries to squint his eyes to make out his location. His eyes widen when he sees you whisk some eggs as you hum to yourself. To him this sight was something from his dreams. You notice movement and turn towards Dazai and walk towards him with water and some hangover medicine "Dazai-san good morning. I hope you had a good rest. Take this and oh Atsushi-kun dropped your house keys this morning so here you go" you give him his keys and try to avoid eye contact. As much as you wanted to sound normal, last night's scene kept replaying in our head and you couldn't act the same as usual. Dazai was quick to catch onto this "why are you acting weird? Did i do something while i was drunk?" he looks slightly concerned as he thought back to last night and was hit with everything. "its nothing I was a bit spaced out that's it" you say while folding up the blanket he used "if this is about my confession last night the you don't need to overthink it. I simple stated my mind and my feelings for you".

The nonchalant confession caught you off-guard "Y/N i meant when i said that i adore you. now i will not impose this on you" with that Dazai began walking towards your door "I really like you too Dazai-san" you shout a bit not able to handle the rush of emotions.

Dazai turned back and held your hands tightly "you mean that my dear? cause if that's true then i don't think i can hold myself back any longer" you simple nod and the very next moment you feel his lips upon your. The neediness and the complex feeling dissolving and filling the gap between you both as you kiss him back.

Dazai pulls out after a while and looks at you like you are the world to him "maybe i should drink more often" he says causing you to chuckle and rest your face on his chest "I didn't think I'll ever get to do this" he gently strokes your hair and you both hold each other close.

"So, now we go to the bedroom?" Dazai asks suggestively."I think we should have our breakfast and head to the agency so as to not have Kunikida-san shout at us".

a/n: contemplating over if I should do a part 2 with smut.

[savi-our]

Revisiting an old chapter

Going through some of my older works and this is from my fic Right Next Door that's currently on hiatus. Im posting it bc jesus i actually cooked on this, idk what happened to me, was i posessed? How do i match up to this now???? Anyway its based on the Red being soft on a pretty little thing in a bar prompt i did so if you'd like give it a read - fair warning its like 6k words...

Red (UF Sans) x Reader, Grillby (UT) x Reader

The warm air ruffled your hair as you opened the heavy oak door to your favorite diner, the wear of today making your bones creak in protest as you slid slowly across the floor, beelining straight towards the familiar scent of sizzling meat and burnt pine. You slid into your usual seat, wood scraping against wood as you leaned onto the bar in a lazy, exhausted slump, the snowflakes stuck in your hair wafting off of you as you brushed them out of your hair and off of your clothes.

The evening chill hadn't even bothered you, or rather you opted to ignore it as your exhaustion took precedence, even still, the chill almost slid off you in waves as a familiar warmth greedily took you in its embrace. 

“...”

The familiar crackle of fire made the corners of your lips twitch upwards, you had laid on top of your hands, eyes resting as you waited patiently for this exact monster to warm your worn little heart.

“...”

He crackled and you snorted, assuming his awkwardness at you ignoring his approach. You lifted your head, gracing Grillby with your full attention as a tired but friendly smile lifted your face.

“Hey hot stuff.” You drawled lazily, fighting a yawn in between your little quip as his brow raised at your antics.

Huffing a laugh and willing yourself to straighten you turned to him, no matter how tempting it was to sunbathe in the fire elementals warmth like some stray cat fresh off the streets. Then again - you suppose that's exactly what you were. Amidst your musings you felt Grillby grow increasingly twitchy with your lackluster conversation and you should probably cut the guy some slack, he depended on you for the one sided friendly banter after all.

“Sorry sorry, I'm here.” You voiced absentmindedly, pulling a stray lock of hair out of your face as you gave him your actual full attention.

He crackled in response, sliding a menu over to you and you couldn't help but stare at it blankly for a second… god you should really get some sleep, especially since Grillby's eyes hadn’t left you even once through this whole encounter, in worry if you had to make a guess.

You met his eyes, squinting a bit at how bright he was but you noted that he was definitely worried, or perhaps curious, his fingers twitched as he looked over you.

“Like what you see?” you mused with a smirk, raising an eyebrow at him and you couldn't help but laugh as his flames sputtered, he leveled you with a glare and you subconsciously pulled away your hands as you felt the temperature rise.

“Is that a yes?” You wiggled your eyebrows at him in teasing, and he huffed , turning his eyes away from you - offended and flames crackling, you snickered at his reaction, an evil glint in your eye as you leaned in your barstool to try and meet his gaze and failing miserably.

“Oh c’mon Grillbs, don't go giving me the cold shoulder, i’ll cry.”

He leveled you with a look as you wiped a nonexistent, fake tear from your cheek and you let out a laugh as he pushed the menu towards you once again.

“Okay, okay uh…” You calmed, letting your eyes briskly fly over the menu before meeting his gaze again.

“Surprise me, whatevers fine.” you answered, pushing the menu back towards him, and he rose a fiery brow at you at your impish grin. 

“I'm serious, just give me whatever, I'm starving.” Grillby didn't move for a while before letting out a distorted little huff and moving back towards the kitchen, a loud pop and crackle in his wake. You huffed out a laugh at the sight but your attention was soon cut short, pulled towards the front door, the cool gust of wind making you shiver as you glanced towards it. A hulking form making its way towards you, the evening shadowing their features under the hood of their fur lined jacket, a glint of a golden fang caught your eye but you didn't dare stare. You turned back towards the bar, pulling out your phone to distract yourself as you waited eagerly for your food. 

You could feel the stranger approach, the floorboards creaking behind you with the heavy footsteps and an uneasy tenseness settled in your spine. It's unlikely that they would do anything, and although human and monster relations were still tense you had enough trust in Grillby to know that he would more than likely step up in your defense if any of the monsters decided they didnt want a human around, or so you hoped anyway.

It didn't mean it was wise to let your guard down anyway.

The stranger seemed to hesitate in his approach, a shadow cast over you as you pointedly scrolled through your phone, the hair on your neck stood up for the few seconds that he seemed to halt behind you, a looming presence in the diner dim. A grunt caught your attention before the presence retreated - moving further down the bar, slumping into one of the stools as he leaned onto the bar with a deep almost growl like grunt.

You chanced a glance at the stranger from the corner of your eye, watching as a skeletal hand pulled out from his pocket and moved to the fur lining of his hood, the snowflakes lodged in its strands falling, but before you could chance another look, the crackle of Grillby's flames brought you back to attention.

You eyed the fire elemental for a moment and he eyed you right back, gaze unreadable as he placed a plate of fries and a burger in front of you. You smiled, your tension easing off significantly as you looked back up at him, grateful.

“Thanks Grillby, looks great.” he hummed in response, nodding at you before moving further down towards the new arrival.

You ate in relative silence after that, not willing to chance a close call with how sluggish you had been, besides, the stranger didn't come in here to be stared at by some overly curious human.

…

Grillby's food had done wonders for your exhaustion, you almost wondered if he had toned up the magic with how much more energized you had been. Your muscles relaxed, and breathing had become that much easier, your eyes no longer lidded as you finished up the last of your fries. 

There were a couple more monsters that sought solace in the warming glow of the bar, some of them greeted you in their approach and you answered in kind. The diner wasn't even half full however, Sunday nights were rarely drinking nights but you couldn't help but crave something magical to finish off the night, the goings on of today had undeniably drained you. The loud and entitled woman, the lean, grim and prim monster and more importantly your down in the dumps coworker. You didn't complain though, some days were just like that - harder , more draining, it was life, and as much as you could whine and complain over how much it had worn you out, some people had it harder. 

You tended to think you were good at that, the comfort, the listening, the watching for signs - not only towards others but yourself as well. You took care to seek comforts in places of your own making, seek out warmth in the colder days, intuitively and almost instinctively you sought out the things that made life that much brighter. Why or how, you had no clue, it seemed natural to you, like taking a sip of water after being out in the sun all day, or a hot cup of coco in the cold winter nights.

You slid your plate to the side and picked up the menu again, knocking yourself out of your train of thought, huffing, looking if there were any new additions as you flipped through it. You couldn't help but feel like someone was watching you every now and again however, but whenever your gaze lifted to look around the feeling had gone away, it was… weird, to say the least.

A light crackle in front of you had snapped your attention up as you glanced at the bartender, squinting once more at the contrast.

“Hey Grillbz, you have anything new on here?” you asked, pointing to the menu as you asked. He answered you with a hum, his eyes moving towards the menu before turning towards the various shelves behind him, lined with bottles upon bottles of various liquids. Some you recognized, some you did not.

Grillby mulled over his thoughts before moving, seeming to make up his mind as he picked off various bottles and a jar or two from the shelves. It was always a treat to see Grillby work, his practiced hands mixing drinks expertly, it made your eyes glint and grin widen in excitement. 

You leaned slightly over the counter to look at him working, ignoring his amused huff before he moved to make your drink.

As he placed it onto the bar you took to examine it, a purple and orange liquid swirling in the glass, it bubbled inside of itself, the appearance of it reminded you of one of those lava lamps that used to be all the rage way back when - it certainly glowed like one.

“Okay, thats really fucking cool.” you grinned, glancing up at the monster like a child in a candy store. He seemed to let out a distorted chuckle, a low and sultry thing but soft, so very soft, it had your brows raising, you weren't sure if you had ever heard him laugh like that. A huff here and a cracklining there but not quite like this. The stutter in your pulse was embarassign if you were honest, but the warmth in his gaze did nothing for your nerves so you turned away, fighting a slight blush as you decided to occupy yourself with the drink, not noticing the slight raise in temperature as you turned away.

Picking up the glass, you examined a bit more critically before finally giving it a curious sip. You didn't expect the bitter tang as your brows furrowed, the subtle taste of orange and something you couldn't quite discern sliding over your tongue, humming in surprise at the slight sizzle that hit the back of your throat as your brows lifted, whatever it was - it was fairly strong. You waited for the inevitable effect of whatever magic Grillby had poured into it to hit, and slowly you felt the tips of your fingertips prickling.

“Whoa what's in this stuff?” You asked, lifting your eyes back towards the handsome bartender, suddenly noting just how mesmerizing the flames rolling up his body seemed. He had been idly polishing another glass, his gaze never leaving you as what you could only assume was his mouth lifted into a knowing smile. He pulled out a laminated sheet of paper from behind the bar, and as you glazed over it you noted that there were various descriptions of colors and the traits they represented.

Soul traits, or soul/magic traits you presumed and as you slid down the list a question formed on the tip of your tongue.

“Bravery and perseverance?” you questioned, looking back up at Grillby and he answered you with a nod, you lifted a brow at him.

“So the colors match the traits?” another nod.

You looked back towards your drink, not sure if you were quite understanding it correctly. 

“Soo- what, what does that mean exactly?” you blurted, turning back to the bartender as he crackled subconsciously.

“‘s just like your regular alcohol.” a gruff voice further down the bar made you turn, eyes landing on stark red, a strangely familiar shade. The stranger from before, it seemed, had decided to join in - a skeleton monster by the look of things, with a rough edge to his voice and a gruff look to his face…- skull? 

“Uh…” you took a second, turning more of your body to face him, suddenly the previous tension you had felt from him a mere memory. “How do you mean?” 

“makes you braver, and makes it last longer” He added, his gaze turning to slide down your body lazily, grin full of sharp teeth lifting, seemingly liking what he sees. Your brow rose, noting the gesture. “Right, well that's a bit boring.” You blurted, only catching yourself a second later.

The startled look you shot Grillby would have been funny if your heart hadn't dropped in your chest. “Not that it was bad! Honestly I really liked the taste and-” A gruff laugh made you turn back towards the skeleton with an incredulous stare as he seemed to take amusement in your effort to smooth over the slight. Your eyes narrowed at him and you couldn't help the huff as he shot you a wink. 

“‘s fine doll, grillbz can take the heat ” you blinked at him, noting the huff Grillby let out next to you.

“I mean yeah, just look at him, he's smokin’.” you blurted before even really thinking about it, your eyes widened. The sharp guffaw pulled you from your shock as you looked back at the stranger.

“stars sweetheart, you don't mince any words do ya.” You grimaced at the comment, chancing a look at Grillby who seemed to be pointedly looking away from you, polishing a glass that really doesn't need to be polished any more than it was - what was up with that actually?

“got the hots for him huh?” you raised a brow, shooting the skeleton a quick glance and noted his shit eating smirk before you found yourself actually mirroring it. As you turned back to Grillby you pointed a look his way.

“...Well I’d offer to stop, drop and roll with him but it might be too hot to candle ” 

Grillby lets out what almost could be considered a groan, a distorted and crackling sound as he turns to you exasperated, the gesture muffled in its intent by the gruff chortle ringing only two seats down from you and it makes your smile widen, brows wiggling at Grillby as the temperature picks up enough for you to finally notice. 

“Whoa hot stuff sorry, sorry, you don't need to bring on the heat.”

The bartender crackled at your delivery, lifting an arm up to his face as he shook his head, you barely noticed as the skeleton moved seats, sliding into the barstool next to you and the loom and doom of his shadow once again prickled at your neck, a subconscious shiver running up your spine.

“careful doll, keep going and he might light a fire under your ass” the stranger grinned at you, his grin sharp as he lifted a glass of… something up to his mouth.You took note of the sudden closeness, but oddly you didn't quite mind it, even as the goosebumps on your arm prickled at your skin, the guy seemed like good fun, even if you were dwarfed by the sheer size of him.

“Aw Grillbz would never do that -  would you?” you asked, your tone playful as the fire monster leveled you with another look. You took another sip of your drink, turning your eyes away from the heated gaze before throwing up your arms in surrender.

“Alright alright, I got it.” you gave Grillby a placating look but as he stared at you and as the low thrum of magic hit the back of your throat once again your fragile little facade cracked, a slow smirk overtaking your features.

“I flame to please, after all.” The disgruntled sigh that leaves the bartender only fuels both you and the strangers amusement, and as you turn to the skeleton with a wide grin you can practically feel him laughing, his grin matching yours with a glint to his eyes, his arm landing around your shoulders making you let out a little ‘oof’ as he chortles - much to the dismay of the fire elemental.

“You like that do you?” you ask the monster at your side, giving him an amused once over as he turns to you, a deep red sparkle in his eyes and a sharp glint to his golden tooth.

“what can i say, i lava good fire pun, but you're more than sparkin’ my interest dollface.” he winks, a flirty tilt to his tone which was a sharp contrast to the distorted groan from Grillby, much to his delight however, a group of bunny monsters entered the bar and he gladly took his exit, leaving you with your newfound friend. Or at least you hope he was friendly, all things considered.

“Tickled your funny bone did I?” you smirked back at him, a playful glint in your eye as his grin widened.

“one of em sure” he responded and you snorted.

“Oh yeah? Which one?” you asked with raised brows glancing down and back up pointedly, leaning in slightly as you felt the weight of his arm on your shoulders shifting. For a guy made entirely of bone he seemed pretty big, heavy, if his gaze was anything to go by.

“stars ya aint shy either are ya kitten” his voice lifted as he kept his eyes locked on you, squeezing your shoulders which made you shift your weight closer to him, whether it was on purpose or not, you didn't know.

“Yeah well, neither are you, fangs.” You quipped, taking another sip of your drink, careful to pace yourself in the midst of your new companion. The skeleton seemed friendly, very friendly if his roaming eyes and sharp grin were anything to go by, and whilst you enjoyed the attention more now that you had a bit of liquid courage, you didn't plan on bringing anyone home tonight, especially not someone who you've known for barely a few minutes.

“fangs?” he questioned, making you turn your eyes back to him, leaning back in your stool.

“I'd call you by your name if you gave me one.” he hummed, finishing off his own drink, 

“‘names red, but you can call me anything you'd like dollface” he winked, feeling a squeeze on your shoulder before he moved his hand away, an easy and sharp grin on his face, a look almost signature to him or so it seemed.

“Oh yeah? Anything at all?” the glint in your eye was downright evil as he shot you a dirty look, Red turned slightly and it was then that you fully took notice of his appearance. A blood red collar with golden studs sat right below his chin clasped tightly around a matching thick, red turtleneck. He was sporting some shorts, odd for the weather and seemingly completely throwing the point of his jacket, but you weren't one to question it, especially not as he leaned in, a dangerous, sharklike smirk pulling on his features as he stopped just short of your face. You were sure he felt the stutter in your breath on his teeth, a thought that made you gulp, your eyes wide as they stared up at two glowing red ones.

“anythin at all dollface, so long as i get ta return the favor.” his voice was low, low , a deep grumble that made your insides almost vibrate in tandem. You couldn't help but stare at him, like some sort of deer in headlights, struggling to fight a flush from your face and he noticed, his grin widening, knowing .

The sudden knock on wood made you snap back to reality, eyes shooting back towards the bar and were met with Grillby's stare, it wasn't one you could read given the situation, and for some reason you didn't really want to right now. The barman had placed a new drink next to Red, something yellow in a short glass that you couldn't make out. 

The skeleton grunted, whether it was due to your retreat, the sudden intrusion or in thanks for the drink you couldn't tell. You took a good long sip of your own drink, finishing it off - you felt like you needed it after whatever that was.

You could feel Grillby's own gaze directed at you, but you didnt turn to meet it, pushing your glass over to him lightly and after a second or two he took it from you, your hand twitching as his flames brushed over your fingertips. You knew Grillby's fire was not like regular old fire, he seemed to regulate his temperature with a practiced ease at his own convenience, but survival instincts were no joke - you noted for the second time today, so no matter what your brain told you, your nervous system reminded you that fire equals bad, a reflex you couldn't help but feel bad about. You looked up at him, his expression still unreadable as he placed your glass with the rest of the dirty ones, due for a wash later or so you assumed.

You glanced back at the menu still sitting nearby in an attempt to distract your skittering thoughts, trying to decide whether or not you wanted another boost of liquid courage. You weren't a lightweight by any means but a pleasant buzz seemed to settle your nerves already and as you glanced over the menu you weighed your options. Magic drinks were strong, even the ones light on magic, something about how humans and monsters took to it differently, it seemed all the monster drinks were strong for humans, and from what you knew all of the humans regular drinks were strong for monsters - some weird physiological thing apparently.

“what ya gettin?” Red pulled you from your thoughts, making you glance up at him, your embarrassment drowning in the light of your buzz. “Not sure…” you muttered, pulling your eyes away from him and back to the menu undecided. You hummed but soon lifted your eyes back to the skeleton, shooting the drink in his hand a curious look.

“What did you get?” curiosity peaked, especially considering how his smirk stretched. Red pushed the glass your way, a brow bone raised.

You gave him a skeptical look, eyes squinting as you eyed the glass, glancing towards Grillby for a second before throwing caution to the wind. That bravery/perseverance thing was really no joke.

You lifted the glass up to your nose, giving it a cautionary sniff which made Reds grin only widen before taking a sip, it was then you realized that a mistake was made somewhere along the way. Your face must have been real funny, considering how much of a laugh Red had gotten out of it. Your nose scrunched in a grimace as the taste hit your tongue, just barely keeping yourself from gagging.

“Christ is that mustard ?” you groaned out, still cringing back from the taste as you set the cup promptly down, pushing it right back into Reds hands.

“stars sweetheart you shoulda seen your face” he chortled, lifting up a hand to rub away a tear, his shoulders still shaking in amusement. You turned to Grillby, an incredulous look on your face. You found that the barman had seemed amused by your reaction, he lifted a knuckle to his mouth, keeping himself from laughing in a crackle.

“That stings, fucking hell, what else is in that, rum?!” you asked in an outrage, making Red shoot you an approving look.

“you have good nose kitten, ‘ts a screwdriver” 

“That is anything but a screwdriver” You disagreed, tickling his hypothetical funny bone even more if the chuckle was anything to go by. Red shrugged, picking up the glass and downing it in one and you cringed at the sight. “anythin’s a screwdriver if you want it to be” he shrugged, his everlasting grin on his face.

“That is not how that works.” you disagree, shooting him a look. “Why mustard? Why not literally anything else?” He shrugged again, handing over his glass to Grillby for a refill.

“jus’ like it” he grunted in thanks as you watched in abject horror as Grillby mixed his drink and slid it across the bar.

…

Time passed easily in Reds and Grillbys company, conversation flowed freely as both you and Red made it a pointed effort to torment the fire elemental at every opportunity, trading flame related puns and pick up lines at your own discretion. It had been a surprise how easily Red had joined in your shenanigans, his laugh hearty as a particularly dirty one liner slid past your lips, one that made your knuckles sting as the heat picked up, the barman sounding his disapproval in the only way he knew how. 

Even so he didn't deny you your fun, refilling your drink for the third time tonight, something light so you could still keep your wits about you - a wise decision considering the downright dirty look Red shot you moments prior. Red seemed rather charming, in an odd - gruff and mean sort of way, his pickup lines aimed more at you rather than Grillby, but you couldn't help but enjoy them, the attention flattering and one liners witty, despite the growing slur to his words. 

It was half past two in the morning when you finished your drink, a number that made you blanch once you had checked your phone. It was late, much later than you had intended, especially considering the early morning classes you were expected to attend. You grunted, pocketing your phone as you pushed your now empty glass away, expression souring. 

“everything' alright dollface?” Red quipped at your side, words lazy as they slipped past his teeth and you turned to him, noting how he was leaning more of his weight onto the bar. Now that you thought to yourself, the skeleton had been throwing back drink after drink, his glass empty in two long chugs. How many of those had he actually had? Whatever the number it concerned you, especially considering the fact he had indulged in a human specialty.

“Yeah, I'm more worried about you to be honest.” His brow raised at your words, and a rolling hum sounded from deep within his chest.

“oh yeah?” 

“Yeah, you look just about ready to call it a night.” You leveled him with a look, noting his snort, pawing at the glass sat in front of him.

“i’d rather call you t’night” his flirty comment lazy, probably due to the influence. Despite his claims to be ‘jus’ fine dollface’ you hadn't believed him. It was conflicting - on one hand he was a big boy, perfectly capable of making his own decisions, he certainly wouldn't be in danger even if you left him there, not under Grillby's watchful eye and considering the air of sharp magic wafting off him - you hardly thought anyone would bother him. On the other hand he looked positively sloshed, even you could tell in your haze. 

A sigh escaped you, feeling yourself sobering slightly. It wasn't really your problem, he was just some guy with a knack for one liners that had made your evening, but you could at least call him a cab - or something.

“Okay big guy if you say so, I probably should be heading off though.” You patted his back and he gave you a soft grunt in response, you glanced at Grillby to note that he was already calculating your tab, only to be interrupted by Red as he stopped the barman in his tracks.

“put those on me will ya’?” He slurred and you shot him a look.

“You don't have to do that Red-”

“don’t worry about it sweetcheeks, t’s my treat.” Red lifted, his weight shifting, lazily he straightened and it's only then that you managed to gauge his full height. He was only about two heads taller than you but you still felt downright dwarfed as he shot a look down at you, his grin easy.

“why dontcha lemme walk ya home as thanks” Oh this seemed like a loaded question if you've ever heard one, his expression betrayed him, his grin wide and eyes lidded. You hummed and gave him a skeptical onceover.

“ Just walk me home?” 

“unless ya have anythin else in mind…” he hummed, and it took everything in you to stop the shiver that threatened to roll down your spine at the intensity in his pointed gaze. You hummed in response, teeth catching lip as you squinted up at him in amusement.

“Can't say that I do…” you trailed off, your knowing smile betraying your little lie, Red shot you a look that told you he had caught on, but he didnt point it out, instead he shrugged as he turned towards the front door, lifting a hand to your lower back in encouragement to keep in step with him.

“c’mon dollface, ‘ts dark out, don't want me to worry do ya?” He quipped and you hummed in return. You had to admit, walking through the city in the dark early hours all by yourself was less than appealing, and even though you didn't know if showing Red where you had lived was a good idea, something told you that he wouldn't push even if you told him no - then again that might be the alcohol talking.

“Okay fine.” you relented with a light air to your tone. You turned back to Grillby, exchanging your goodbyes before heading off into the night with Red.

The night air was freezing and you couldn't help the full body shiver at the contrast, your breath showing as you muttered a quiet curse under it, Red lifted his arm around your shoulders and drew you towards him, a gesture that made you tense slightly but unable to resist the subtle warmth of his jacket, you let him pull you along.

Red engaged you in light conversation as you walked, throwing general and silly questions your way like your favorite color or favorite season - all of them tinged in a playful and flirty subtext but as you indulged his curiosities you began to realize that most of them had no real heat to it. It seemed friendly, rather than anything else and slowly you felt yourself relaxing in his casual hold. It was… nice, he was being nice, and as the revelation hit you you realized that his once loaded question of walking you home seemed genuine. Perhaps you had misjudged him, the thought heavy on your mind but you could hardly be blamed for it - when a monster like Red pulls you into the night, it's only reasonable to keep your guard up, you don't think you could do much if he were more criminally inclined after all. You barely knew him, a fact that you wanted to rectify now that you knew he meant you no real harm.

As you approached the beat down apartment building you knew to be your home, you laughed at one of Red's shitty little pickup lines, his eyes glinting at you as you turned towards the front door - it was then that you felt him pull away and stop in his tracks.

“uh doll?” he voiced, making you turn to him in question.

“Yeah?”

“what’cha.. uh wat’cha doing?” you watched him shift on his feet, old sneakers scraping the fresh snow on the concrete, his expression serious, if not almost suspicious.

“Going home?” You asked him, tone unsure.

“you… you live here ?” he questioned again and you weren't quite sure if you liked where this was going, cautious of the shift in his tone.

“Uh.. yeah?” 

He stared at you for a while, gooseflesh prickling as you felt him almost look through you before a hum rumbled from his chest.

“Everything uh… everything okay?” You questioned again, and he hummed again, stoic, before he moved to your side and pushed open the door for you, motioning a go ahead. This was odd, very odd, you didn't like it.

“jus fine dollface, lemme walk ya to your door” he motioned and you abided despite yourself, still on edge but willing to give him some benefit of the doubt. You hoped you weren't making a huge mistake.

As you walked into the stairway you pointedly avoided the elevator, there was no way in hell you were going to cram yourself into a closed tiny space with Red when he was setting off your alarm bells, and as you climbed floor after floor you felt the hair on the back of your neck stand to attention as you felt his eyes on you, you didn't like it, especially after hearing him mutter something along the lines of ‘no way..’ and ‘lucky’ from behind you, your senses on edge and stomach falling.

You didn't like this.

As you reached the fifth floor and opened the door to the apartments you were just about ready to make a run for your apartment - maybe you should? 

You jumped as you heard a loud snort behind you, and warily you turned a cautious look behind you to see Red looking… amused? 

“Okay Red you are starting to really creep me out here.” You admitted and he laughed as you stared at him in a wide, confused and worried stupor, he waved a hand in a dismissive gesture as the look on his face turned relaxed.

“my bad doll, but uh, ya live here?” He questioned again and your brow rose.

“Yeah?” You glanced at your apartment door, moving to stand in front of it, still contemplating just bolting.

“well ain't that a treat.” he huffed, his tone still amused as he moved past you, you picked up a jingle in his pocket as he stopped two doors down.

“Huh?” 

He lifted a glinting set of keys out of his jacket, jingling them your way with a knowing look. You stared at him in confusion before he snorted and lifted the key up to the door and…unlocked it.

“Okay hold on a second…” You stopped him in his tracks as he shot you a raised eyebrow.

“We’re-”

“neighbors.” 

…

“No fucking way.” 

Reds snort echoed through the hallway at the disbelief on your face, his laugh returning to him as you just stared. Of course he was your neighbor, he was a skeleton! It made so much fucking sense you cursed yourself for not realizing it sooner. You had never seen a skeleton monster in town before, your first time seeing one was Papyrus - his family moved in next door, how had you missed that? It was almost obvious, but what the hell?

“Why didn't you just tell me?! You almost gave me a heart attack, jesus…” You whined, lifting a hand to your chest as relief finally flooded through you, Reds hearty laugh didn't help matters.

“you didn't ask” he quipped and you shot him a dirty look, nose scrunching which only made his grin widen.

“You're horrible.”

“ya’ don't mean that doll.” 

You crossed your arms at him as he shot you a knowing look, his grin smug as you shot him a little pout.

“c’mon don't give me that dollface.” He prodded and you sighed in response. “Fine.” you huffed and his expression lightened, still tinged in that smugness of his.

“ ‘ts gettin late” he reminded you and shot you a guiding look towards your apartment door, one you mirrored as you sighed.

“Yeah it is… I should go.” He hummed at you, turning to fling open his own door as you pulled out your keys.

“g’night dollface.”

“Goodnight Red.” you huffed as you opened the door, giving him a parting look before finally making your escape into the comforting warmth of your apartment. Locking the door you let your shoulders droop - it had been a long day and despite the multiple scares throughout the evening you couldn't help but feel… content, in an odd, weird way.

It seems like things were changing, living in this shitty little apartment becoming akin to a rollercoaster ride, but perhaps that wasn't such a bad thing, perhaps you'd enjoy it more than you were willing to admit. Whatever the case, it was time for bed, and as you took to your late evening routine you couldn't help the smile playing on your lips.

[midnightmah07]

In relation to the post you just reposted:

💛 Daisy + Ruggie and/or ❤️ Leona + Isabelle

I’m such a sucker for these to ships if I hadn’t made that evident yet😭😭🩷🩷🩷

GAHH IM HAPPY YOU LIKE THEM 😭😭😭 I have a very clear bias towards these two ships as well mainly bc like. Ruggie is my favorite character and Leona is my second favorite (but I love him almost as much as I love Ruggie- ALMOST)... ANYWAYS🥲

💛 reunion kiss / relief (this is an au where Daisy goes back to her world, but canonically she stays in twisted wonderland)

It has been a few months ever since Daisy has been back from Twisted Wonderland. She was fully back to her life as a servant, and back to sleeping in the attic. It could be worst, she thought, at least she had a place to stay – the attic was very big, her sisters didn't bother her there either – and she saw her mice friends again... But...

She couldn't help but miss NRC.

She missed Grim and his constant talk of being a great mage, she missed Ace and Deuce fighting over the most trivial things, she missed Trein giving her special lessions, Kalim inviting her to parties, Leona ruffling her hair...

She missed Ruggie.

The universe was so cruel to her, it even deprived her of her dreams with her boyfriend– well... Ex-boyfriend, she supposed. Before NRC she always had dreams about a guy, and she realized after a while that it was Ruggie, but now... Now that she needed those dreams to comfort her the most...

She couldn't have them. No matter how hard she tried.

She tried getting herself preoccupied, doing more than necessary, to the point her stepmother commented on her doing way too much. But she needed to do something to take her mind off of him.

So she went to buy groceries this afternoon, hoping that a change of scenery would take her back to reality. Unfortunately for her, she couldn't help but smile upon seeing donuts, thinking to gift them to Ruggie only to remember she couldn't see him; she stumbled across a store selling TVs, and on one of them there was a documentary about hyenas; she felt the groceries a bit too heavy for her, only to remember Ruggie wasn't there to help her carry them.

She stopped walking in the middle of the street, her eyes seemingly unfocused as memories of him flooded her brain.

His smile, his laugh, his fluffy hair, his gentle way of touching her, his way of teasing her... She wanted all of it. She wanted all of it back.

She wanted him back.

"Daisy."

The blonde blinked, her head looking straight ahead, staring at the person who called her fake name, the name no one in this world knew of.

Daisy met grayish blue eyes, a beanie on the familiar locks of dirty blonde hair, and a face filled with freckles, that changed into a smile the moment her eyes met his.

"Ruggie?" She mumbled, almost to herself, not believing what she was seeing. Running to his arms, she let him hug her tightly, not carrying about the groceries falling on the ground. He was here! She had no idea how, but he was! "How–"

Before she could finish asking, he gave her a gentle kiss, her heart beating a mile per second as her eyes began to sting.

She thought she'd never kiss him again.

"I'll explain later, I promise." He said, going back again for another kiss, missing her way too much to speak.

❤️ first kiss / realization

"Wake up." Isabelle's eyes opened slowly at the call, rubbing her eyes as she felt her back and neck sore from the position she fell asleep in. "And you call me lazy."

"I'm not being lazy..." She contained a yawn, making Leona laugh. "I couldn't sleep well last night, give me a break."

The beastman shifted his attention to the wall across from them, changing the position of his legs as he cleared his throat. "You ok?"

Isabelle lifted an eyebrow at that, but felt an odd satisfaction by the question. She pushed it aside though, she had no reason to be happy about him asking if she was ok, he was simply being decent.

"Yeah, just a bit tired."

"Why couldn't you sleep? Had a nightmare or something?" He asked in a teasing manner, and Isabelle rolled her eyes at that.

"No. I'm not a child."

"Never said you were." He continued, the smirk still prevalent on his face, making Isabelle look at him and scowl in annoyance. "Though I guess you could be mistaken by one if looking from afar... You do have the height of one."

Isabelle clicked her tongue, crossing her arms and looking elsewhere. She wasn't in the mood for their usual bickering, not after what happened last night before she fell asleep.

When she realized she had harbored feelings for him.

Even now, it was hard to act normal around Leona. She felt her heard beating faster, she was anxious, and couldn't help but feel a sense of nervousness around him. She couldn't even deny it any longer, and that, she supposed, was what irritated her. That she was actually in love with him, of all people.

Leona realized she didn't answer, using his hand to poke her cheek, getting her attention. "You seem strange. You sure you're ok?" He asked, tilting his head, genuine worry in his voice even when he tried to mask it. "I could call a doctor."

"No, I'm– I'm alright, just a bit tired, like I said." Isabelle explained, moving her head to his direction in order to look him in the eyes and explain the situation.

She didn't realize just how close he was to her though.

His face was merely centimeters close to hers, she could feel his breath on her face. Suddenly she froze, not sure of what to do in that moment as she kept opening her mouth to try and say something, but she quickly closed it in fear of stuttering and giving out just how nervous she was by something so stupid as their proximity.

Why was she freaking out anyway? It wasn't like anything would happen, he'd just– you know, distance himself and go back to being silent, letting her sleep again. Surely.

Then why was he getting closer?

Isabelle instinctively closed her eyes, her nose crinkling a bit and she heard Leona chuckle. His hand moved to her face, and before she knew it he was kissing her. Isabelle's body was stiff, she didn't even do anything, she just stood there in awe. It wasn't like she wasn't enjoying it, quite the opposite actually but– she didn't know what to do.

The kiss was simple, it wasn't deep, their mouths were close throughout the whole process, it felt more like a long peck than an actual kiss, but it drove her absolutely insane.

When they finally parted, he rested his forehead on hers, his eyes averting her gaze. He moved away, crossing his arms again and going back to the same position he was a few seconds ago. Isabelle blinked in confusion. That was it? She cleared her throat in embarrassment as her heart sinked a little by his lack of reaction.

"You can use my shoulder. To rest, I mean. Better than straining your neck." She noticed his leg going up and down as he looked at the ground. She smiled, maybe he was just as embarrassed as her.

"Thank you." With that, she rested her head on his shoulder, melting because of his touch, a happy sigh escaping her.

Fine, maybe being in love with him wasn't all that bad.

[brf-rumortrackinganon]

It’s messy. I have questions about both sides (why did Blake wait so long? Why did she leak it to NBC News? Why it take her 30 pages to acknowledge that she was an executive producer? Why didn’t Blake use said executive producer power to shut this down? Why did Justin think he could away with this kind of behavior in a post-MeToo world? Why did no one else come to Blake’s defense?) but given what I know, I feel like this is more of an attempt to discredit Justin and take the sequel rights away from him so Blake can do the whole project by herself. //

You are very one sided on this issue and only have questions for the woman who was harassed. That's sad really. At least acknowledge what's public information. Blake complained to HR about sexual harassment on set, got her demands met and an executive producer credit to give her more power on set. People noticed how none of the cast followed Justin or did press with him. Blake did not say anything about him to the press. But he feared she'd make his harassment public and started a media campaign against her for which she has extensive email proof she got through subpoena. He is backed by a billionaire who's a partner in his production company that produced the movie so he's hardly some poor lamb. At least inform yourself before you discredit a victim of sexual harassment without any facts to back your claims.

Wow, tell me you didn’t care to see what I actually said without telling me you don’t care about what I actually said.

If you did care and if you did bother to check the tag like I advised, you would’ve seen these comments.

However, all that said, what Blake is alleging is very serious. Among her complaints: Justin sexually harassed and assaulted her under claims of 'improvisation,' he cast a personal friend in the role of her character's OB/GYN instead of a professional actor, that he showed and discussed pornography, that he tried to enter her trailer while she was changing, and that he led a calculated smear campaign against her over the summer in the media tour. If Justin really did all these things and it really was an unsafe, toxic, and abusive set, then I hope Blake takes everything from him and he gets what he deserves.

and

But I do think it's important that we acknowledge there's validity to Blake's allegations, because it has been acknowledged by others on set that Justin was confronted about his behavior and afterwards, there was noticeable and marked improvement in his behavior and in conditions on set.

and

But that doesn't mean Justin can't be a horrible person or that he couldn't target Blake. He can and he could.

Here are the links since you’re too lazy to look this up yourself.

[meggiejolly]

"You were the first" (Outer Banks fanfic)

Prompt from @fictober-event Warnings: (somewhat) Major Character Death (offscreen), past child abuse, mention of overdose Pairing: JJ Maybank/Kiara Carrera Authors Note: I really don't know what this is, tbh. I meant to write a quick little fic mostly to get to my word count goal. It turned out longer and much angstier than I planed. It's my first OBX fic and I don't think I got the voices of the characters write yet. It's not edited at all, I might go over it in a few days and post an edited version on AO3, I'll see.

It was a normal afternoon, boring almost. Kiara and JJ were hanging out at the house, everyone else was off elsewhere. They were lounging, lazily passing a joint back and forth and lamenting that there wasn’t enough swell to go surfing. 

Their lazy afternoon was interrupted by a car pulling up. JJ cursed when he looked up to see the blue sheriff’s truck and threw the almost finished joint into an empty bottle.Then he jumped up and went over to meet Shoupe. 

“What the hell Shoupe? I didn’t even do anything this time!” He called out and Kie questioned if that was a smart thing to say to a cop while reeking of weed. But that was JJ for you. 

She followed after him more calmly. 

“Everything ok?”

Shoupe looked nervous and way too serious, but not pissed off at them. That couldn’t be a could sign. 

“I’m not here for that, no one’s in trouble.” Shoupe paused and it seemed like he was bracing himself for something. 

“They found your father JJ.”

Kie could see JJ tense up but he shrugged nonchalantly. “He’s back in prison then?” 

Shoupe looked uncomfortable. “No. I’m sorry to have to tell you this JJ, but he has been found dead. It seems to have been an overdose.” 

Kie could see how JJ froze, so she softly pushed past him and smiled at Shoupe. 

“Thank you for letting us know Shoupe. Is it ok if he comes to the station tomorrow or something to handle things?” 

Shoupe hesitated for a moment, but with a look at the shock frozen JJ, he eventually nodded. 

“Alright. But please make sure he actually shows up.” 

Kie promised and Shoupe left. For a moment Kiara just stood there, almost as frozen as JJ was.

Then she shook herself mentally and touched JJ’s shoulder carefully. 

“Jayj, hey. Can I give you a hug?” 

That got JJ out of his stupor and he shrugged off her hand. 

"What? Nah, I'm good Kie. Good riddance to that asshole!" 

"JJ…" Kiara tried but JJ interrupted her. 

"It's a relief. Seriously. At least this way I don't have to kill him." He was pacing back and forth now, all nervous energy that Kie was afraid could turn destructive really fucking fast.

"I almost did once you know? Remember that gun we found in that hotel room? I held it to his head when he was passed out on the couch. Was this close" He held up his hand, thumb and pointer finger almost touching, "to pulling that trigger."

Kie wanted to say something, but she didn't find the right words before he continued. 

"Should have known I'd just have to wait, he was bound to do himself in sooner or later. Don't know why I bothered to steal those pills from him when he left that last time."

JJ continued pacing and talking for a while. He said terrible things that had tears running down Kie's face. She really wanted to hug him, kind of wanted to resurrect Luke Maybank just to kill him again. JJ deserved so much better than that fucking monster of a father. 

But she couldn't reach JJ, it was probably better to just let him get it all out and when he eventually ran out of steam she would be there for him. She would hold him and call the other Pouges here and they would remind him he had a family that loved him and would always be there for him. 

Until then she'd just have to stomach what JJ was saying and curse herself for looking away for so long. 

Eventually JJ sank down on a sun lounger and buried his head in his hands. "Fuck." He mumbled, "I can't believe he's dead." 

Kie sat down next to him and this time he didn’t shrug her off when she put an arm around his shoulder. 

“He was a fucking waste of space, a grade an asshole and I hated his guts!” JJ said and Kiara could feel him shaking. She pulled him closer. 

“But he’s my Dad and I love him.” His voice was shaking and Kiara was pretty sure he was crying. She hadn’t seen JJ cry since the day in the hot tub. 

She admired him for still being able to love his dad, even after everything he had put him through. JJ had the biggest heart out of anyone she knew and loved so unconditionally, it was so fucking unfair that his parents couldn’t see that or give him the love he deserved. 

“I know you do JJ, that’s ok.You’re allowed to feel those things at the same time. You can grieve him and be relieved at the same time.” 

Some of the tension seemed to drain out of JJ and he turned to lean into Kiara. His arms went around her and she could feel him silently crying into her shoulder. 

There wasn’t much more to do than to hold him, hum softly and pet his hair, hoping she could give him a little bit of comfort. 

After a while JJ sighed and straightened up. 

“Thanks. I… fuck I needed that. I’m sorry Kie.” 

Kiara shook her head and ducked down a little to look into his eyes. “Hey, no. You don’t need to apologize for needing a hug or crying. I’m here for you, whatever you need.” 

JJ gave her a weak smile. “Thank you. That… that means a lot.” 

Kie smiled back and then reached over to grab one of their beer bottles. It was probably warm now and well on its way to flat, but something to drink would be good after the crying. 

To her surprise, JJ hesitated.  

“I’m… not sure I should drink right now. I really don’t want to end up like him, you know?”

“Yeah. Yes of course. Let me get you some water or something. Be right back.” 

Kiara went into the house and grabbed them each a bottle of water. 

"Heads up!" She called when she came back and tossed a bottle at JJ who caught it easily. 

"Thanks." 

They sat in silence next to each other, sipping their water until JJ eventually said. "You were the first you know?"

"The first what?"

"The first person I ever told that my father hit me." 

Kiara looked at him surprised. "I was?" 

JJ didn't look at her. "Yeah. You had just started hanging out with us a couple of weeks ago and I showed up with a big bruise on my arm. You just asked me what happened and I told you. All nonchalantly, that my dad had done it. I don't think you believed me, you never brought it up again. I don't even know why I told you, I was always so careful back then to make up believable stories for all my bruises, but something about the way you asked me, just made me tell you the truth."

Kie swallowed. "Oh. I… I don't remember that. I guess I must have not believed you. I'm really sorry about that Jay. I should have told someone—"

JJ interrupted her. "No, you shouldn't have. They would have not believed me, and he would have gotten so mad. Or worse they would have taken me away from all of you. It's ok, I handled it. That's why I never told John B. or Pope. Or you a second time, because I was afraid you'd tell your parents and they would do something." 

Kie put her arm around him again. "You shouldn't have had to handle it. I'm so sorry you had to go through that." 

JJ just shrugged, but didn't make her take away her arm. 

"Big John didn't know?" Kie asked after a moment.

JJ shrugged again. "He must have suspected. He asked some pointed questions sometimes, but I was very careful never to let anything slip in front of him, so I guess he didn't think he had enough proof to do anything. He did tell me I was always welcome at the Chateau, which was the only help I wanted anyways." 

Kie nodded thoughtfully. 

"Do you want me to let the others know?"

"Nah, I'll tell them when they get back. Don't want to ruin their day with this."

"They would want to be there for you."

"Yeah, but… they can do that later. Right now you being here is all I need." He leaned in and pressed a soft kiss to her lips. "Thanks for that."

Kie kissed him back and smiled. "Of course, always."

[a-whispering-echo]

I didn't know you wore glasses.

A Crust/CrossDust oneshot for my band au, where Cross didn't know Dust wore glasses

They're very gay.

This will be in the oneshot book that I'll post after the full fic is finished updating :)

Theres a bit that get a bit suggestive, so just a heads up, Cross is fantasising, but nothing happens any more pg than a kiss here :)

It was a lazy Sunday afternoon, and the Night Shard Crescents were taking a break from their busy schedule. Dust and Cross had decided to spend the day together at their shared apartment, enjoying each other's company and catching up on some reading.

As Cross lounged on the couch, engrossed in a book, Dust sat across from him curled up in an armchair, a novel in his hands. He had a habit of squinting slightly when he read, his expression one of concentration and focus.

Cross found himself stealing glances at the brunette every now and then, unable to resist the urge to admire his boyfriend. He loved the way heterochromatic eyes moved across the pages, brows furrowing in thought as he absorbed the words. He loved the way Dust's lips would sometimes curl up in a small smile or how he would chew on the end of his pen when he was engrossed in a passage.

But today, something was different. The blond noticed that Dust's squint seemed more pronounced, and there was a faint hint of a frown on his face. He wondered if something was bothering Dust, but he didn't want to interrupt his reading.

He didn't want to pry if Dust wasn't ready to share whatever was bothering him, so he decided to keep his observations to himself. Instead, he continued to feign interest in his book, while stealing glances at Dust every now and then, his concerned eyes hoping to catch a glimpse of what might be bothering his boyfriend - who kept fidgeting and occasionally rubbing his eyes.

As the minutes ticked by, Dust's eyes started to strain even more, and he found himself blinking rapidly to try and ease the discomfort. Eyes flicking up, he checked to see if Cross was looking at him, relieved to find him with his nose in his book, Dust took a deep breath and carefully reached for the drawer of the nearby side table.

The bassist's heart skipped a beat as he saw his subtle movements. Now, with his curiosity piqued, he continued to pretend to be engrossed in his book while carefully keeping an eye on his boyfriend. He watched as Dust opened the drawer of the lampstand, raising his head slightly to see what he was searching for.

His heart only continued to swell when he saw the guitarist take out a glasses case from the drawer. He had never seen Dust wear glasses before, and the realization that his boyfriend needed them for reading hit him like a sucker punch to the heartstrings.

Dust's face relaxed as he put the glasses on, like a weight had been lifted off his shoulders and Cross couldn't help but find the sight endearing. He watched as Dust's squint disappeared, honey-brown and ocean-blue eyes sparkled in relaxation behind the glasses. Seemingly, he believed he'd gotten away with his little secret.

He tried to push away his thoughts and be nonchalant about his revelation, but his mind kept flicking back to the image of Dust wearing glasses. He imagined reaching out and pushing those stray strands of hair away from Dust's face, tucking them behind his ear to get a better view of those beautiful eyes framed by the glasses.

'No, bad Cross, don't think about that, he clearly doesn't want you to know!'

But imagine him all flushed and pretty - blown-out eyes only looking bigger behind the lenses, as he stared up at the blond over him with adoration, as he whimpered, arms held pinned above his head by entwined fingers…

He quickly shook his head, trying to clear away the inappropriate thoughts.

'Focus, Cross, focus on your book. Stop daydreaming about your boyfriend in glasses.'

Every time Dust looked up from his book, Cross couldn't help but stare, captivated by the new sight. He found himself mesmerized by the way the glasses perched on the guitarist's nose, founding his face and making him look even more adorable than usual.

The brunette continued reading, seemingly unaware of Cross's internal turmoil. He occasionally adjusted his glasses, pushing them up slightly when they slipped down his nose. He found even those small gestures incredibly endearing.

Waking up in the morning with him sitting up in bed, glasses perched on his nose, his hair tied back and messy, the freckles that coated his face visible as he handed Cross a cup of coffee, his voice raspy with sleep as he muttered 'Good morning.'

The more Cross tried to distract himself, the more vivid his daydreams became. He imagined lazy mornings spent in bed, cuddled up with Dust, savouring the quiet moments before the world woke up. He pictured himself tracing the bridge of Dust's glasses with his fingers, leaving light touches on his cheeks, and feeling the warmth of his breath as they shared gentle morning kisses.

'Get a grip, Cross. This is not the time to fantasise about your boyfriend.'

But he couldn't help it. The image of Dust wearing glasses captured his heart, and he found himself falling deeper in love with the guitarist. It wasn't just the glasses; it was the vulnerability and intimacy of Dust sharing this part of himself with him, even if unintentionally.

As the afternoon sun began to dip lower in the sky, Dust finally closed his book, stretching his arms above his head in a contented yawn. He pushed his glasses up once more, the movement drawing Cross's attention yet again.

"Hey, Crossy, what you staring at?" Dust asked, catching the blond's gaze.

Cross quickly averted his eyes, feeling a blush creeping up his cheeks. "N-nothing," he stammered, trying to act casual. "Just lost in thought."

"Lost in thought, hm? What kind of thoughts you having that make you blush like that, huh?" The guitarist smirked.

"Oh, you know, just daydreaming about… stuff," he said, trying to play it off as casually as possible.

Dust raised an eyebrow, clearly amused by Cross's flustered state, as he strode closer. "Stuff, huh? Care to share what kind of stuff you're daydreaming about?"

"Well, it's… um, you," he admitted, trying to avoid eye contact.

Dust's playful smirk grew into something much darker, a mischievous glint in his eye, as he got closer again, their noses almost touching. "Me, huh? What about me?" he hushed, leaning down, practically in his boyfriend's lap.

Cross's cheeks turned even redder, and his heart pounded in his chest as Dust got closer. He found himself unable to look away from the captivating gaze of those heterochromatic eyes behind the glasses.

"You look really good in glasses," Cross blurted out, unable to hold back the compliment any longer.

That gave him pause, as he blinked, reaching his hand up to trace a finger over his glasses, feeling slightly self-conscious. "Oh…I forgot I was wearing them, heh."

Cross gently reached out, taking the brunette's hand in his own, intertwining their fingers. "Don't be embarrassed," he said softly, bringing Dust's hand to his lips, leaving a tender kiss on his knuckles."You should wear them more often; you look gorgeous."

"I might if you keep looking at me like that."

Cross couldn't help but smile at Dust's response as he leaned in, unable to resist the pull between them, and pressed a gentle kiss to Dust's lips, conveying all the affection and admiration he felt for the other man.

Dust melted into the kiss, his fingers tightening their grip on the bassist's hand as he leaned in closer. The warmth of their embrace, the taste of Cross's lips, and the feeling of being cherished made his heart swell with love. The glasses on his nose bumped lightly against Cross's cheek, making him smile.

They broke the kiss but remained close, foreheads touching as they breathed in each other's presence. "Well, I'm glad you find my glasses so fascinating," Dust murmured, his voice soft and filled with affection.

Cross smiled, his eyes locked with Dust's. "I find everything about you fascinating."

[smokersbaby]

The second submitted request for the July Event, enjoy! 💕 SUBMISSIONS ARE OPEN (CLICK HERE TO SEE THE MAIN POST)

Request text: Hey, i hope you are ok! Can I ask for prompt n.13 (sfw) and n.10 (nsfw) with Aokiji and reader with degrading kink. Thank you! Written for: @shanksbaby Character: Aokiji Kuzan Reader: gender neutral - non-specified (no pronouns used, "cunt" used to describe genitalia, reader called "slut and whore") Prompts: SFW: #13 - spooning NSFW: #10 - spanking you + degrading kink TW prompt #10 NSFW: spanking, degrading kink, penetrative sex Total word count: +1,3k Author's note: I've never written for Kuzan though I'm really happy I included a few of his characteristics and his devilfruit to make you more involved! (he deserves more dedicated fanfictions, he's really fine hehe) Enjoy! -Every reblog is highly appreciated!-

The sun was peeking its head out of the horizon as you slowly opened your eyes, the morning light filtering through the blinds and casting a warm glow onto your bedroom. You squinted against the light as you stretched out your arms and legs, feeling the warmth from your beloved snuggled tightly against you.

You sighed in contentment, nuzzling your face into his chest and feeling his heartbeat against your cheek. Aokiji turned towards you, a smile on his face, and pulled you closer poking your nose with his. "Hey you," he whispered, kissing the top of your head. "Good morning."

"Mmh…" was the only answer you could give him since the sleepiness didn't abandon your body yet. You buried your head into his chest, relishing the feeling of his warm, strong arms around you. You felt safe and content, and for a moment, you almost forgot that you had somewhere to be.

Sighing, you gave in to your responsibilities for the day and rolled over sitting up in bed. Aokiji followed, wrapping his arms around you from behind and pulling you closer to him. "No, stay," he whispered in your ear, his breath warm against your skin. "Just for a little while longer." You smiled, melting into him and closing your eyes again, savouring the sensation of his body against yours, the weight of his arms around you, and the heat of his breath on your nape.

It was in moments like this that you felt truly alive, truly loved and happy. And as the warm embrace of sleep embraced you once more, you felt the world slip away, and for a moment, everything was perfect. You couldn't say no to him when he was holding you like that in bed: your back against his chest, feeling how warm he was despite his devilfruit's powers.

"Honey I have to go now…" you mumbled after a few minutes. Your voice sounded so tired as if getting up was the last thing you wanted to do and you needed a little push from him. Once you placed your feet on the cold ground, you glanced at him still under the bedsheets smiling a little for not being the one who had to get up.

It was no secret how much lazy Kuzan was, sleeping as much as he could with his eye mask to prevent anything to bother him during his slumber, but having you by his side when doing so gave him a cozy feeling, your legs intertwined during long nights in one another's arms.

He was smirking making fun of you jokingly, his eye mask slightly lifted to have a proper look at you, he was thankful for having the chance to sleep a little more than you. You gave him a deadly look, sticking your tongue out and pretending to be mad at him because you had to go and couldn't enjoy being under the bedsheets with your partner.

Sighing, you started putting on your clothes before going out to start your day, but right before exiting the room, his voice made you stop on the doorstep. "Don't worry, we'll cuddle when you'll be back, I'll be waiting for you here, I'm not going anywhere" he winked at you, covering his eyes with the mask and going back to sleep under the warm blankets.

At that moment, even if he was happy to be able to sleep more, he was looking forward to having you in his arms again and being able to spoon you during your sweet moments together under the bedsheets.

"Why can't you hear me out sometimes Y/N?" Aokiji asked. He wasn't mad, mostly pissed because you didn't listen to him when he told you to not lift heavy furniture by yourself because you could have hurt yourself, but your stubbornness wanted to prove him wrong about how strong you were.

Trying to move a bookshelf to the other wall of your living room because "it suited it better", you found yourself covered in books fallen by the shelf, some of them causing you bumps on your head. As he saw you so in need he quickly fixed the situation keeping in place the bookshelf that was threatening you to fall with all the books on your head too.

Now you were sitting down on the bed, Aokiji soothing your bumps with some ice he created to make your bruises go away (he's literally an ice-maker, what better time to use his powers?), giving you side eyes now and then as to say "I've told you".

You noticed that pissed look on his face and you talked with a bit of a rude tone "Oh what do you want to do about that, punish me?". A smirk appeared on his face, an idea popping into his mind, you could also see an imaginary light bulb on his head because of the look he had, eyes sparkling for that thought of his.

"I might teach you a lesson actually" he whispered leaning closer to your ear, his voice sending shivers down your spine, thrilled about what was about to happen. Of course, it wasn't a real punishment, just a little special treatment for you since you didn't like to listen to his advice.

Half a minute later you were on your knees, back bent down to let him have a nice look at your exposed ass. Aokiji pressed a hand on your backside only to press your head on the soft mattress and lift your booty for him, the other hand gripping it firmly and ready to begin your "punishment".

"Why won't my little slut listen to me?" he asked rhetorically, fingers tracing the soft skin of your ass before giving you the first spank, not too hard but enough to make you gasp. He saw how you tried to lift your head from the blankets as he hit you but he kept you pinned down, not giving you a chance to look at him.

Two, three, then four more slaps on your ass and that gasp quickly turned into a moan that was suggesting how turned on you were by his behaviour, almost hoping he would have gone harder on you with his spanking. It wasn't his intention to hurt you, of course, so he increased the power of his movements just a little more, enough to make your buttcheeks red and a bit sore.

The way your booty started giggling almost by itself as your excitement grew made him understand that probably it wasn't enough for you. "Needy whore" he lusciously whispered getting closer to your ear, another firm spank knocked out your breath.

"Such a slut for me you are Y/N". How good it felt hearing him calling you his slut, and he knew how much those words turned you on, he could see it from your body language and your mewling muffled by the blankets as you were pinned down, hands gripping the blankets and making your knuckles white.

He wasn't done with you, not until you learned your lesson (which you easily forgot why he was spanking you because of how dizzy your mind was enjoying all that). As Aokiji saw your ass giggling more almost begging him to fuck you, a wide grin appeared on his face.

"Now be a good girl and take all of me, my little slut." he growled thrusting himself deep inside of you and making your back arch as he filled your needy cunt with his thick cock. The sound of his slaps on your ass and his thrusts filled the room as he continued to teach you a lesson for not listening to him before.

If he treated you so deliciously every time you refused to hear him out, then you would probably be even a little more naughty next time.

[i-arch-my-backula]

Late nights: Simon "Ghost" Riley x gn reader

Another COD post? Yes, and this time it's longer. I recently started a new job where I work pretty late hours and I get home pretty late at night which has been messing with my sleep schedule but I thought I might as well make content out of it. I kept the job vague because I'm kinda lazy.

Warnings: Tired reader, fluff, comfort, maybe ooc Ghost

You got off your seven hour shift 20 minutes ago and you're finally home. It's around 12:30 in the morning and you know the minute you walk in the door Simon is going to wake up and come downstairs and tell you to be more quiet coming in when he quite literally can wake up from one of his hairs moving.

You turn off your car and get out, your feet feeling like they're going to break if you try to even take one more step. Your neck and back are stiff from picking up and moving so much all day long. You open the door and hang up your keys. Taking off your shoes you set them down and make your way upstairs. You can see your bedroom light on and you sigh, knowing a lecture is waiting for you. You're too exhausted and your feet hurt too much to bother showering tonight so you make your way into your bedroom and find your boyfriend sitting in bed, reading a book, waiting for you.

"Hey honey," You say taking off your work shirt and putting on one of your sleep shirts, "I'm sorry I woke you up. I really tried to be as quiet as I could be." You take off your work pants next and put on pajama pants before walking over to your bed and collapsing onto the mattress. You often complained about how it was too firm for you, but tonight it felt like heaven against your tired body.

"Don't be too sorry about it. I couldn't sleep anyway," He sets his book down and turns his attention over to you and your aching body and mind, "I assume you're very tired at the moment." You can't even nod, you just groan in agreement.

"I swear I need to start working different shifts. Sleeping in isn't this worth it." You shut your eyes as you feel Simon's large hand move to your shoulder and start to massage it. You sigh in pleasure as you feel yourself start to fall asleep. His soothing motions and the soft hum of the fan on your ceiling mixing together into the most beautiful harmony of sleep.

Eventually you're passed out and Ghost turns off his lamp, laying down next to you and falling asleep himself.

You wake up the next morning to Simon spooning you from behind. You smile to yourself and roll over onto your other side to face him. He obviously wakes up and smiles back at you. Your body aches but you're ignoring it the best you can.

"Good morning Simon. I hope you know I have to get up soon from the way you're holding me so tight." He groans and pulls you in closer against him.

"You're not getting out of bed today. You've been working all week. I want to treat you." He says in his low morning voice, his accent just making it hotter to hear.

"So we're just going to lay here in bed all morning?" You ask, rubbing your hands up and down his back.

"You're staying in bed for the day. I'm doing everything else for you." You pull away from him to look him in the eye. He's completely serious.

"Simon you can't really expect me to let you do everything yourself today honey. I'd feel bad if I didn't try to help you at least a little bit."

"I'm really expecting you to take today off and just relax baby," He presses a kiss to your forehead, "Just let me take care of you." You sigh and press back into him.

"Alright fine. Just stay here for a little while longer."

"That I can do.

[legacyshenanigans]

Before I carry on with my regularly scheduled content, I wanted to do a post about one of my old jobs haha. Years ago I used to be a cleaner in a gambling hall in the small town I grew up in, and I swear to god I didn't get paid NEARLY enough to deal with the disgusting stuff I had to deal with. 🤣 most of folk that would come to the hall regularly were honestly VERMIN lmao. Yet they'd treat US like WE were the vermin, and I absolutely HATED my time there, but at that time I had no choice. It was horrible place to work. Here is a list of some GROSS things I remember from working there 🤣🤣

1. There was a number of toilets around the place, and quite often some of the toilets would be out of order, yet some of the customers were SO FUCKIN LAZY and couldn't be bothered walking to a WORKING toilet that they would just ignore the OUT OF ORDER signs on a toilet door and use it anyway and would have a shit, which, you guessed it, I would then have to deal with 🙃

2. There was a time I got into an argument with a woman. The place was quiet one day, REALLY quiet, I had JUST cleaned one of the toilets, And some regular alcoholic woman then went into that toilet a couple of minutes after I'd cleaned it, I saw her go in there, and then saw her come out like a minute later, and she clicks her fingers at me and says "Someone has had a shit on the floor in that toilet, and then smeared it all over the wall, it's disgusting!" So I looked at this fucking woman and I said "I have JUST cleaned that toilet..And you are the only person who's been in there since I've cleaned it..If I go in there and there's shit on the floor and walls, YOU are the one who just did it" and we had a HUGE argument in the middle of the hall 🤣🤣

3. The mens toilets were disgusting, but the women's were always worse believe it or not, women would stick their used fuckin jam rags to the toilet seats, or the toilet doors, or the toilet walls, even though we had sanitary bins in there. Which I then had to PEEL off peoples used pads and dispose of, also used tampons that would get thrown onto the floor or against walls..

4. In the men's toilets, it was a very regular occurrence that someone would pour the chemical cleaning liquid out of the toilet brush holders and piss into them, then put the toilet brush back into their piss..

5. I would often find drug related things in the toilets, Spoons, lighters, needles ect.

6. Used condoms were also a very regular occurrence in the toilets. I once even found a tied condom that had a plum in it and had shit on it, so I can only assume someone had shoved a plum in a condom up their asshole then took it out at the gambling hall for some fuckin weird reason lmao.

7. Shitty and pissy underwear left on the floors of the toilets was also another extremely regular occurrence in both the men's and womans toilets.

8. A woman on a mobility scooter once tried to fuckin run me over because she screamed at me and told me one of the gambling machines owed her money and I told her I was just a cleaner and didn't have the keys for the machines and told her to go and find another memeber of staff. 🤣

9. One time I went out to the back area to go to the skip room to dispose of some bin bags, and there was a woman having a shit in the doorway of the establishment...Which I had to clean up..

10. One time someone had taken a shit SO BIG that it wouldn't flush, and guess who had to go in there with a fucking stick and break it up..

11. I had some man ask me for a lighter, and I gave him my lighter to use, and when I went to hand it to him, he grabbed my hand and bit me, istg 🤣

12. I was in the men's toilets cleaning in there one day, with a sign on the door to say it was being cleaned, but some guy came in as I was cleaning the urinals and whipped out his cock and waggled it at me while laughing. 🙃

There's so many more things. Honestly. But there just a few...Thats why I fucking hated my job lmao.

The police were ALWAYS getting called because some fucked up thing would happen there on the reg, can't lie though, working there hardened me 🤣

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send me a 👀 and i’ll post a snippet of art/writing that i never got around to finishing this year

hmm okay let's see what i got in here [spins wheel]

so @thetrashbagswasteland has been forcibly indoctrinating me into dr who and there's a specific quote from nine and rose that was just. quintessentially sparky and it spawned a whole one-shot with goyle and sparky and baby callie, i do want to finish it but i doubt it'll be before the end of the year unless a frenzy hits so here have this from the buildup:

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Anita huffed and shook herself, stuffing her hands in her pockets. They'd been on the galactic stage for a little over a year already, but at the rate they were going, humanity would never get their embassy. The asari were nice enough, very welcoming, but the salarians liked to debate, and the turians...

Well. The less said about them, the better.

She took a deep breath as she walked, trying to push her brain into focusing on literally anything else. It really was a lovely park, if she was honest. The flowers lining the pathway were pretty, all sorts of colors and styles. Her mum would like the fluffy lavender ones, probably. Maybe she'd see if they could possibly grow on Earth, take some home for the garden. A fountain bubbled in a pond nearby, and she wondered if there were fish to feed. No ducks, of course, but a few small bird-like creatures were hopping around in the branches of one of the trees she passed, twittering amongst each other. There were even some bugs flitting about around the flowers, shiny jewel-tone things with wide wings gliding lazily between blossoms.

God, she’d love to have that kind of nonchalance about the universe at the moment.

Eager croaks and chattering that didn’t quite form themselves into words drew her attention. She wasn’t the only one interested in the insects, it seemed; a small, dull brown turian, clumps of fuzzy down still clinging stubbornly to its face and forearms, was a short way’s away, chasing the bugs with outstretched hands and jumping into the air to try and catch them. It didn't seem to be having much luck, but it didn't seem bothered. Little hands clapped shut on empty air, and a mad giggle filled the air as the fuzzball just tried again. Something in Anita's chest eased slightly watching it, the simple joy of the moment nearly infectious.

Until motion out of the corner of her eye drew her attention, and she turned to see the much bigger, dark brown adult male supervising from a bench who’d just adjusted his crossed legs and tipped his head to watch her.

She froze, some rabbity thing in the back of her head taking rapid-fire note of the exposed talons on the father's hands and feet. One of the navy officers who’d argued about the cease-fire, some know-it-all named Hackett, flashed into her mind’s eye, talking to her team before they left for the Citadel. Don't get between a turian and their chick, he’d warned the embassy party. You’ll be lucky to escape with your life. Some madwoman angry her son had been mortally wounded and her man captured had taken it out on Hackett's face, their Alliance attache had explained, and he’d been left under turian captivity until the exchange of prisoners after the cease-fire. She'd dismissed him as a nutter, shiny medals or no, but now the gnarly, angry red scar over his eye practically glowed against his pale skin in her memory as she stared back at the predator on the bench.

But then the bird turned away, and watched his chick again, and all the air in Anita's lungs escaped in a relieved sigh.

The path she was on made a lazy loop around the tall grasses the chick was playing in, towards the bench. She chewed on the inside of her lip as she kept walking, trying not to look anxious. Like prey. Deep breath. She couldn't keep walking for too long, she'd get too far from the Tower and get harangued about it later, but the bench the turian was on looked to be the only one nearby. She'd never much cared for sitting in grass back home, too prickly and too high a risk of bugs crawling up her clothes. Did aliens consider it rude to sit with a stranger? Would he get aggressive about her observing his daughter? Would her need for a break turn into a whole incident?

The bench was closer than planned. She swallowed as her feet stilled and her hand rested on the back of it. “Pardon me, d’you mind if I sit here? Just for a moment."

The turian turned his head slightly. Something about him looked dimly familiar, but then, dark brown seemed an awfully common color for the big birds, and she'd no idea how they kept the tattoos all straight. She’d been running up against the councilor's secretary nearly every day the past couple of weeks, and she still struggled to pick her out from a crowd. At this angle, the most striking thing about him was the off-white teeth peeking at her from behind his mandibles. A couple of them were missing, she thought.

One teal eye looked her up and down, then the turian puffed, flapped a mandible, and slid over a bit on the bench. All the breath in her lungs rushed out in a relieved sigh, and she plopped down like all her bones gave up at once. “Thank you, sorry, God, I just need a few to clear my head, then I’ll be on my way..."

The turian rumbled, but didn't turn to look at her this time. "Rough day, I take it.”

[like-rain-or-confetti]

The Apartment. (Edward Nygma x Reader)

I finished this months ago and only editing and posting NOW!? smh. WARNING: Implied Child Abuse and Violence in this one!

The apartment made him feel just as sick as always. It was how he remembered it. It looked no different to the average Gotham apartment but to Edward, it was only a mask. It had an eighties style aesthetic. Simply because Edward's father had never bothered to redecorate. The lights had a warm yellow tinge in them but the place was barely illuminated. It was always warm in temperature but never in atmosphere. Edward had noticed how the yellowish, aging wallpaper was curling in around the corners. The wall dent from where the back of his father's chair would bang against the wall when he stood up in fury was the first thing Edward noticed upon entering the kitchen. A lazy stream of smoke rising out of a put out cigarette and mixing into the air. The smell made Edward grit his teeth. This was not a home by any means. Not for him.

You peeked around the archway behind him as he looked around the kitchen. "I gotta tell everyone! Eddie finally took me to his place growing up." You sighed dreamily. "There's a reason for that." He said warily. "What are you doing here?" A man spoke with disgust and a deep loathing. Edward hadn't heard him enter or his footsteps. You didn't know him but it was clear that Edward and this man knew each other.

For once, Edward didn't say a word, staring the man down like the man would pounce at any second. Your gaze flickered to the bottle of alcohol in the man's hand. It was almost empty but judging by the smell of the man, you wouldn't need many guesses to figure out where the rest of the bottles content had gone. He scoffed, every sound full of venom towards Edward. "Think you're better than me? Hah? Hah!?" He snapped. "That wouldn't be difficult." The man scoffed in disgust once more. "I'm an honest man. I don't cheat or pretend I'm some fuckin' genius! You're just a fuckin' scam! You hear me!? A fuckin' fraud! Admit it! Admit it you moron!" Edward gritted his teeth. The man's eyes travelled to you. He looked you over and Edward want to reach for you, tug you behind him but he couldn't move as though stuck in his own body. He could only watch. "Found another moron, have you?" His father sneered, his gaze turning to you. "If you're anything like Edward, then you deserve it too!" His father swung the glass bottle and before Edward could react it connected with your face. Your head was whipped to the side as the glass bottle shattered. You fell to the ground before you cried out. "You don't deserve fuckin' nobody, Ed!" His father screamed, red in the face, veins popping in his face and neck. "Not me, not your mother, not some fucking moron you find off the streets!" He pointed down at your curled up body. He kicked you hard. "Stop!" Edward yelled. "You're next, boy!" His father snapped. His father grasped at his belt folding it in half. "Admit your nothing!" He seethed, hovering over you as you backed against the wall. "I'm nothing!" You yelled out through your tears, holding your hands out to create a barrier between your face and the belt he threatened to strike with. "Say it again!" Edward's father roared. "I'm nothing!" You sobbed louder. "Say it again until he gets it through his thick skull!" He roared. "I'm nothing!" Suddenly, Edward felt like he could move again. "They are not nothing! They were never nothing!" Edward bellowed and- suddenly he sat up into a dark room, hyperventilating.

His arm shot out to his bedside scrambling for the lamp's switch. He found it and immediately there was light. He immediately looked to the other side of the bed. You lay on your back, face turned away from him. It only made him panic more. "(Y/N)...(Y/N)!" He began to shake you abruptly as you groaned. He knew it was irrational. That it had all just been a bad dream. After all, his father died before he could have the pleasure of meeting you. He didn't deserve such a gift, nor did Edward reckon that he'd have the capacity to appreciate it. "(Y/N), look at me!" Edward pleaded as you tried to turn away from the harsh light. "Edward, what's wrong?" You grumbled. "Look at me!" He grabbed you by both shoulders as you tried to adjust to the light.

When you finally managed to adjust, you were answering more questions. Edward's mind racing. "Are you okay!?" He asked hurriedly. "Of course, I am. Why?" "I just- I- I couldn't." Edward cut himself off covering his face with his hands. Concern etched your features. "Honey, what happened?" You wrapped your arms around him. "Did you have a nightmare?" "I couldn't move. I wanted to stop him. I wanted him to stop! I couldn't move and he was hurting you and I couldn't-" His voice cracked from tears as you pulled him close to you. "Hey...hey, you were dreaming. It's alright. I'm safe and sound and so are you, Ed, you're alright. He can't hurt you anymore." You pressed kisses to his cheek repeatedly in-between your comforting words. "Deep breaths, darling. I'm right here with you." You held him tightly. "I love you." You assured him. "Repeat back what I said." You requested softly. "You love me." Edward replied through shallow breaths. "Say it again." You said gently. "You love me." Edward swallowed hard, tears threatening to fall. "Good. Again." Your right hand moved into his hair. "You love me." "See? I'm okay. We're safe here." He exhaled but slowly nodded, his breathing slowing as he calmed down. "I could handle what he would say and do to me but seeing it happen to you..." He managed out. "Focus on me. It's not real. This is real. You had a bad dream." You spoke quietly.

[wooyolvr1117]

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PAIRING. streamer!Beomgyu x fem!Y/N

GENRE. fluff,crack, strangers to lovers, frenemies to lovers (later on)

WARNINGS. cursing, slight angst, sexual jokes, online hate comments, douchey comments, OOC occasionally, inaccurate time stamps, tweets might be called notes bc of the app I’m using and it’s an easy app so I’m too lazy to change LOL (more to be added as necessary)

SYNOPSIS.

Choi Beomgyu has built his small found fame on streaming his late night ranked League of Legends games with besties Huening Kai and Kang Taehyun. What started as a stream bet of Beomgyu having to put his next Uber eats pick up order under the name ‘Darling’ turned into an ongoing stream bit where he orders under the name Darling and rates how well the lovely workers behind the counter say it. It’s all fun and games and helps keeps his views up until the seemingly quiet barista at the new cafe on the corner makes him wish she’d call him darling every day of his life. Will the rizzless Beomgyu and his 4 lovable pain in his asses help him win over the barista’s heart? ♡︎

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CHAPTER 001.Cafe Orders

"How's your first day treating you, y/n?"

You slightly jump at the sudden voice of your boss, fingers swiftly typing before shoving your phone in your back pocket. Turning, you face the older man who's patiently waiting for your answer with a smile. "Its going well actually! Everyone here is super helpful and the customers have been very understanding that its my first day." He nodded in relief, "I'm glad, keep up the good work!", before turning on his heels to tend to other parts of the cafe.

You immediately turned to begin working on the order for 'Darling'. "Two vanilla lattes, extra shots, one iced caramel coffee with whip, a large black coffee, and a vanilla ice coffee." You muttered as you tried to remember every drink as you began to work on it. Luckily, cafe's are where you felt the most at home. The bitter smell of coffee grounds and espresso always made you feel cozy and left a permanent smile on your face. You began setting the properly sized cups in front of you, pumping in any flavored syrups needed as per the order.

"Need any help with that?" You looked up at your coworker who appeared right beside you, Hyunjin if you could remember correctly. "Honestly, a little..the drinks are easy but there are five of them" You replied with a thankful smile. He had been the most helpful of your coworkers during your shift so far and you were appreciative of that fact.

After about ten minutes of you an Hyunjin putting together these drinks, the order was perfectly made and finally done. The five drinks were tucked into some cupholders and placed on the pick up counter.

"Don't worry about asking for help on order if you need, especially since you're new, it's no bother to us!" You nodded with a smile, quickly getting distracted by a customer coming up to the register.

"Hi, welcome in, is there anything I can get for ya?" With you best customer service grin, you watched the guy in front of you and waiting for his response. His smile in response caught you off guard, not because of the gesture, but because of how..pretty his smile was. "Oh, I'm here for a pick up order." Your eyes widened as his words reeled you back in, quickly glancing over at the pick up counter to hide the soft hue that threatened to form on your face. Luckily, there had only been one pick up order so you could finish this interaction quickly.

"Ah, okay it should be this one, pick up order for Darling, right?" You pick up the drinks and flash another customer service smile back at him. His own smile had somewhat faltered yet you couldn't read his expression as a bad one. Had you done something wrong nonetheless? "Y-yeah, that's for me." He quickly grabbed the drinks, nodding as a thank you before making his way towards the door.

"Hope you enjoy your coffees, darling!" You called out behind, hoping you didn't make a bad impression on a customer on your first day.

my pc darling ©️ poppinjunie DONT REPOST/REUSE

AUTHORS NOTE. (022623) OOO OKAY IM EXCITED AA!! Just a reminder time stamps are not gonna actually be accurate in this au and I'm gonna keep writing but I hope you guys enjoy chapter 1 😭 It'll get better I promise. Also yes your coworker is SKZ Hyunjin pls he was the first one I thought of LOL

[crystalsnow95z]

Drabble written within two hours just because inspiration struck. Posting as is because I'm so lazy.

Sickie; Yoongi with bad cold.

Caretaker: mostly Jin

Why do they have to be so loud? Yoongi puts in his earpieces to try to muffle the sound of Jimin, Taehyung, and Jungkook warming up their voices. They were singing nursery songs, but singing it at a higher octave with each line, seeing who could hit the highest note.

He usually isn't bothered by their playful nature, but even after taking medicine, he still felt pressure behind his eyes, the high pitch sounds making it worse. A tickle in his throat made him cough again, trying to muffle it. Maybe the medicine just wore off..

"Are you sure you're feeling up to this Yoongi?" Jin asks voice thick with worry. "You've been coughing all morning.." He swore that Yoongi had been running a fever when he woke him up, but when staff checked when they got to the venue, he was only a fee degrees warmer than usual.

"I can do it, it's been three years since we've been here, and I don't know when we can come back. It's just my voice. It's fine Hyungie.." Yoongi coughs into his arm, wincing at the pain. "I'll just leave the shouting to the others.."

"It's time for the sound check." A staff member tells them, giving Yoongi his escape from his only hyung.

"Okay, we're coming, thank you.." Namjoon answers with a bow. "If you change your mind no one will blame you okay? Sometimes you're just unlucky.."

"I'll ask staff for some medicine after the sound check. I'll be okay." Maybe if I say it enough, it'll be true.. Yoongi goes with the others onto the stage, staying close to Hoseok, leaning against him. Hoseok's takes Yoongi's hand, giving it a squeeze. "Your energy being low before the concert even started isn't a good sign." J-hope frets over him, pushing a lock of hair behind his ear.

"The crowd will give me energy. I'll be.. Heh'ehhitchew..!" A sneeze cuts him off, wiping his nose with his sleeve, sighing with irritation.

"Hyung just admit it. This isn't just a little cold.." Hoseok finds a tissue. "If you're going to go at least try to clear your nose.."

"I'll be fine." Yoongi tries to feign confidence, clearing his throat to try to stop from coughing. Yesterday, it was an annoying tickle, but today, he was completely congested, his sinuses leaving pain behind his eyes. He turns his head away from Hoseok blowing the mucus out the best he can. "Gross.." he murmurs, throwing it into the waste bin.

"Take it easy, okay?"Hoseok squeezes his hand, feeling a little more at ease when Yoongi's breathing comes softer than before. "Please don't push yourself, please?"

"Hey hey.." Namjoon's voice through his mic makes the crowd roar with excitement, making Yoongi bite his lip as the pain flares up, pinching the bridge of his nose. I can do this. It's fine..

Everyone had started playfully talking to army, but when Yoongi goes to take his turn, instead of his voice coming out, he nearly coughs into the mic, quickly pulling the mic away and coughing into his fist.

"Min Yoongi. Min Yoongi.." The crowd screams his name, giving him the strength he needs. They're so excited to see me. I have to push through.

"Army are you ready for tonight?" Yoongi usually yells the words, but couldn't get his voice above his normal speaking voice. "Make some noise!"

The screams sounded louder to Yoongi than it did any of the previous shows they've done that month, but he couldn't tell if it was from his aching head or if army were actually louder.

The crowd chanted and screamed as the other members walked around the stage, making hearts and blowing kisses, showering army with affection as they sang their parts.

Yoongi pushes through his part, ignoring the urge to cough and pressing his fingers on his chest as he finishes, going to the edge of the stage for water. I sounded so bad..My voice cracked at the end.. He smiled when he made eye contact with someone trying to push away his negative thoughts, regretting it when they let out a shrill scream.

He goes back by the other members, feeling a wave of nausea from the pain, swaying into someone. Yoongi felt someone's foot under his, apologizing when he saw Taehyung next to him, looking at him with a worried expression. He's not doing well..I gotta do something.. he's swaying.."Hyungie.."

Yoongi's eyes were dulling, and tears were forming. His skin glowed with sweat, and Taehyung could see his hand trembling.

"Hyung lean on me okay?" Taehyung orders gently, removing one of Yoongi's earpieces to speak with him, unsure if he even understood him.

My vision..everything's fading.. I'm gonna faint.. I'm so dizzy.. Yoongi involuntarily let's out a soft moan, leaning into Taehyung just to stay on his feet. Despite Taehyung being right behind him his voice sounds far away, as if he were listening underwater.

Taehyung keeps his hands firmly on Yoongi as he quickly moves to hug him from behind, holding Yoongi by the waist as he sings his part, singing a half second behind the music. Army squeal loudly to see Taehyung's sudden display of affection of the Daegu rapper, unaware it wasn't just love that made Taehyung hold him so tightly.

Yoongi's knees were threatening to buckle from underneath him, and Taehyung holding him was the only thing that was keeping him on his feet. Taehyung hides this fact by making it look like he's just playing,lightly swinging Yoongi to the beat of the music,but the other members look over with concern when they see Yoongi not putting up any fight.

Yoongi is completely out of it for another minute before recovering, panicked for a moment when he momentarily forgot where he was. Pulling away from Taehyung to stand on his own, he takes a few deep breaths to clear his head.

"I'm okay.." Yoongi whispers to Taehyung, just in time for Jimin to finish the last verse of the song, just barely recovering on time. My visions still fuzzy..but I can't let the crowd know.. Taehyung lets go of his waist but grabs Yoongi's hand, the seven boys meeting up center stage to say a quick 'see you later' and return to back stage. Taehyung keeps his arm around Yoongi as they bow, not risking him falling forward, leading him down the steps.

"Yoongi-hyung fainted on stage." Taehyung blurts to the other members as soon as they enter the back room.

"Seriously?" Hoseok's eyes widen, putting his hand on Yoongi's back. "Hyung you can't do this if you're already that weak..

"What? That's why you were holding him?" Jungkook questions, reaching to touch Yoongi's cheek.

"You should sit down." Jin orders softly.

"We need to get a doctor." Namjoon tries to control the situation. "Give him some space guys.."

The members all started talking at once, making Yoongi's head spin once more. He steps back, trying to escape all the grasping hands and worried team. Please be quiet..

"I was just dizzy for a few seconds, that's all. It's no big deal. He's just overreacting." Yoongi tried to calm their worries, giving a glare at the younger Daegu boy for telling them this. It took every ounce of willpower he had to regain consciousness, but he didn't want the others to know.

"I'm just worried about you.."Taehyung squeezes Yoongi's hand, but Yoongi pulls his away from him, putting his hands in his pockets.

"Well, worry about yourself. You already messed up during sound check."Yoongi didn't want Taehyung or the others making mistakes, but his voice came out more aggressive than he intended instantly, regretting his harsh tone when he met Taehyung's misty eyes.

"I'm just worried about you.." Taehyung blinks quickly to fight off the tears, pointing his nose upwards.

Jin notices it too, wrapping his arm around the vocalist. "Yoongi-yah, I know how frustrating it can be to not be in good condition before a show, but you don't have to take it out on us. Apologize to Taehyung.."

"I'm sorry, Taehyung-ah.." Yoongi says sincerely, placing his hand on his shoulder. He usually didn't lose his patience so easily, especially not with the youngest of members. "I should've said that.. I just have a headache and it's making me irritable.."

"It's okay.."Taehyung hugs Yoongi. "I know i messed up my timing, but i couldn't let you fall in front of our fans."

"I know, and I'm grateful.. I'm just pissed at the situation not you..." Yoongi pushes Taehyung away, coughing into his elbow.

Their's short embrace was enough to get the others set back on track with the core problem. Could Yoongi perform?

"Yoongi-hyung, you've been coughing all day and hardly ate the past few days.." J-hope frets over Yoongi, helping staff dry the sweat off his face. "And you look pretty pale. Are you sure you can do this?"

"I just need to take some medicine, I already talked to staff this morning, and it's just a cold. I'll be fine." Yoongi tries to calm Hoseok, trying to not get frustrated with Hoseok too. It's the same conversation i had with Hyung earlier... "Don't worry about me, just focus on getting ready for the show. I'll take it easy. Okay?"

"Alright, just.. know your limits, okay?"Hoseok hugs Yoongi before going to get changed for the concert. He's so stubborn, but there's nothing I can do..

Yoongi changes into his set clothes, not realizing how much he was shaking until he tried to put his earrings in, almost stabbing his earlobe.

"Let hyung do it." Yoongi jumped in surprise when he heard Jin's voice next to him, taking the hoop from his unsteady hand and putting it in place, doing the same for the other side. "I brought you some medicine and some vitamins." Jin tells yoongi while opening the bottles, putting a mixture of tablets into his palm. "These should help keep your strength up and help with that migraine.."

"Thanks, hyung.."Yoongi sniffles then sighs. "I hope i can at least get better by day three..my voice sounds so congested.."Yoongi takes the cocktail of tablets with a gulp of water. "Heh'ehhitchaaugh.." Yoongi sneezes with an annoyed whine at the end.

"If you need to stop at any point during the show, you need to tell us, okay? Your health comes first above anything else. If you don't feel like you can do it, we can work around it." Jin says, sounding like a concerned parent, rubbing his thumbs gently over Yoongi's temples. The soft motion ebbs some of the pain away.

"If it gets to that point, I'll let you know..thanks hyung.." Yoongi coughs into his fist, Jin rubbing his back. He can feel the eyes of the other members looking at him, sighing. "I hate this.."

"I know yoon, but just remember no one blames you. Rest up until it's time to go. Hyung will wake you up in time to warm up." Jin says, taking his jacket and balling it up on the floor as a pillow. Yoongi obeys, his body instantly growing heavier as soon as he lays down.

"I love you yoongi." Jin gives him a quick kiss on the top of his head, brow furrowing with worry when he notices Yoongi's eyes already closed. He's exhausted..

"You too.." He murmurs his reply, already half asleep.

"Yoongi really isn't well.." Yoongi hears Namjoon whispering, but he felt too groggy to open his eyes. "He's got a fever and his coughing hasn't let up much."

A fever? No. No.. Sh*t.. I gotta pull myself together.. Yoongi sits up slowly, Namjoon's jacket falling off him. When did he cover me up? How long have I been asleep?

"Namjoon-ah, don't worry about it, I'm feeling better now.." Yoongi wasn't lying, but it wasn't by much. His headache dulled down, and it didn't hurt as much to talk, but his body still ached all over, and he felt freezing despite the fact it was so hot backstage. I have to perform..

"You don't look like you're feeling better, but you know your limits more than I do, just pace yourself okay? I don't want you to pass out again, hyung." Namjoon says, ignoring his gut feeling to tell him to stay back. He knew how much this meant to Yoongi all too well.

"I won't. I can do this.." Yoongi tells Namjoon, but it was more for himself, he holds out his hand for Namjoon to pull him to his feet.

"Staff called five minutes, we were just coming to wake you. We wanted to let you rest as long as you could." Jin gives Yoongi a cup of green tea with lemon. "Maybe this will help your voice a bit.."

Yoongi sips it,wincing when he swallows. Its gotten worse..it didn't hurt to drink before..The liquid did nothing to soothe his swollen throat, but he thanked Jin nonetheless.

The members gathered together, chanting to psych themselves up, Yoongi biting his lip to avoid coughing, adding his two fingers to the pile but not shouting with the others.

The seven boys go to the steps leading to the stage, yoongi staying close to his only hyung.

"My poor Yoongi.." Jin squeezes his shoulder. "Please take it easy, okay?"

Yoongi nods, soaking in the cheers of the crowd when they enter the stage, quickly getting into position, starting with black swan. He closes his eyes, letting his body go through the motions from muscle memory when he wasn't rapping, the synergy of the crowd giving him the strength he needed. His voice was drowned out over the background music, army having to be quiet to hear him.

He was okay for the first two songs, but when he was on the sidelines for mic drop, he couldn't suppress his cough anymore. He felt Namjoon take his mic from his hand when he doubled over so his coughing wasn't caught on the mic.

No. It can't come back yet.. it hasn't even been that long..His cough made the pulsating headache return, him rubbing at his temples for the few seconds he had to spare before his part came brushing his back against Hoseok when they switched who was rapping, his voice came out with a cough for the first few words but quickly recovered.

Namjoon was ready to back him up, holding his mic close to his mouth, but Yoongi already had several voices singing with him.

Army had joined him, Yoongi taking out one of his earpieces to hear them, letting them sing the last line, walking to get his tea to dry to soothe his throat.

"You did well."

"You got this!"

"We love you min Yoongi."

"It's okay!"

Army shout encouraging words in several languages, but instead of making him feel better, he felt the pressure to try harder. These army traveled from all over the world.. i have to try harder.. Yoongi takes a deep breath, putting his cup down and running to his spot.

After mic drop, they did their greeting, bowing to army. "Hello, we are BTS!" The members go down the line with individual introductions. We aren't even halfway over yet..and there's the rap medley..

Yoongi sits on the stage, closing his eyes. The stress only made him feel worse. He was freezing, though he was sweating under the stage lights. Nausea washed over him, wrapping his arm around his stomach.

Jin takes a seat behind him, pulling him to lean into him. "You need to calm down, Yoon.." Jin whispers. "If you keep worrying like this, I'll have to pull you. You're doing fine. Army understands. You have to understand, too. They don't care about just the music. They care about you."

Yoongi takes a few deep breaths to calm himself. Only just now hearing army never stopped chanting for him.

"Army doesn't want you worrying about being good. They just want you to be happy and healthy." Jimin tells Yoongi, his words making army scream with agreement.

"Army.." Yoongi talks into his mic, the crowd falling silent. "I have to admit it, i can't give you my all, but I'll give what I can, but I'll need you to help me"