#honestly i love thinking of myself as having a curse that stops my sleep

[foxtriestobiteandmaimandkilland]

god sometimes im like i wanna b comfy cosy in bed i also wanna be happy funtimes with podcast. and then i remember phones exist and i can be both. isnt life amazing

[ajortga]

always for you

pairing: jenna ortega x fem reader

thank you for your support! honestly i'm so so grateful you guys like my writing<3 this was from a request that i loved making, (especially the texting part.) requests are packed! theres so many more so i won't be checking inboxes till i'm finished with the majority of them! to whomever requested, i hope you like this!

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can I request another soft!jenna x r?? I know your requests are closed, and you can do this anytime if your free. I can wait.

Where r's phone is acting up but doesn't want to buy a new phone cause r is broke, jenna sees r struggle with the lag and buys r a new phone

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(shes so cute)

Jenna always thought you were too thoughtful and selfless, you always thought of others before yourself, you gave love to every person you possibly could before you could even love yourself.

You gifted Jenna the new black noise canceling headphones for Christmas, you loved music as much as she did. But even with your immense love, you still managed to have wired earphones, though they were tangled almost everyday. 

There was a day the brunette noticed the way your phone had been acting up. She won’t mention how you dropped it in the bathtub while trying to give your cat a bath, and she’ll leave out how it somehow didn’t crack the numerous times you dropped it on the table or carpet. But whenever she texted you, you’d take longer to respond, apologizing endlessly.

“goodmorning my love! my phone was glitching again, it keeps bringing me back to this stupid dancing vegetable i put on for nephew cash last week. It took me a while to finally get back to messages! i'm sorry:((.”

“oh my god it did it again, now it’s a piece of radish dancing”

Sometimes you’d respond halfway and then stop there too cause your phone would crash

"y/nnnn, baby, i used the damn salt for our cookies instead of sugar and i put so much and i wanted to make a pickup line for you. i was literally pretending you were there and said "you're as sweet as a cookie" and i bit into it and it tasted so salty and i coughed so much"

“HAHA oh my gosh your like the silliest person i know, you literally remind me of-”"

10 minutes later

“MY PHONE CRASHED AGAIN”

“it did it again, it kept bringing me to different tabs so i had to get back in here. baby i can’t even talk to you properly anymore, i think we should-”

25 minutes later

“THE DANCING VEGETABLE IS ON MY SCREEN AGAIN”

"jenna? are you there?"

"i amm here"

"IT'S FRUIT NOW"

"baby 😭"

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She did talk to you about getting a phone, she knew that you wanted to spend your money on others until yourself. You saved a little portion for yourself, so your portion made you a little broke. But you insisted that if it still worked and was helping the way it was supposed to, it would be okay.

It was funny to her, she would try charging both your phones before you snuggled to sleep together, but she always struggled on charging your phone because it wouldn’t charge.

You could hear her grunting as she cursed under her breath, “You have to use the first charging port and twist it at an 80 degree angle to the right, the phone has to be facing up.”

As it finally charged, she made a small sigh and smiled as she looked at you, softly saying, “You’re always too thoughtful Y/N, there’ll be one day where life will give it all back to you.”

You nuzzled into her chest, “As long as I can make others happy, that’s all I need to make myself happy,” you said drowsily as you rested on her chest. She kissed your forehead as you dozed off, cradling you to sleep.

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The next day, Jenna got up so early and unattached herself from your grasp, making you make a small noise as you subconsciously looked for her embrace.

The bed creaked as you made a small murmur, looking up at Jenna barely awake.

You yawned, really sleepy, “Where are you going??” You said sadly, a little tired pout forming.

You sounded so drowsy as Jenna giggled, kissing your temple, “I need to pick up some strawberries, we need some pancakes for our breakfast and some other goodies sunshine. It’ll be packed in the afternoon, it’ll be quick, I promise.”

You made a sad noise, your hands reaching up for her and scrunching her arms as she hugged you, taking her giant stuffed animal and letting you hold it.

Soon enough from her scent on the stuffy, you were asleep, snuggling it.

Jenna changed into a sweater, jeans, and wore her headphones you gave her as she was off.

She was going to buy you that phone, no matter what you said.

Her footsteps crunched against the leaves as she listened to her music, getting a new idea as a proud smile sneaked on her lips.

She entered the electronic store, buying you the latest white phone that she had as well. She also went to the head gear section and bought you Sony headphones, a white one that would look so pretty on you. Her fingers signed the signature as she payed with her card, buying you guys two matching phone cases with two black cats on them.

Two hours later she came home, opening your bedroom door as she walked in.

“Y/N, sunshine, I’m here,” she whispered as you made a small murmur again, opening your eyes.

“Mhh…”

A small grin appears on her face as she shows you the new phone and headphones as you stare.

You were so tired you stared at it in disbelief and confusion.

Then you looked at her, your eyes teary as you pouted, “Baby.. Why? You didn’t have to-”

“You deserve it, you always think about me and all your friends hardly before yourself. And you deserve the world. I want you to be able to use your phone and those headphones. I like seeing you happy.”

Your pout turned into a wide smile as you pulled her collar to your level and hugged her tightly.

“Thank you. You really didn’t have to do that for me," you said, your voice happy as you nuzzle into her, not wanting to let go.

“Always.”

“I love you.”

Jenna smiles, her soft lips pressing to your temple, "I love you too."

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[dia-souls]

📓 Rukiyui fanfic 📓

Pairing: Ruki 📓 and Yui🌸

Author: Admin Afra

TW: ⚠️ Tragedy ending, Death, Blood, Mentally Issues, Pregnancy, Knife threatening, OOC ⚠️

Admin's Note: l really have no idea why this came to my mind. I hate myself for writing such a tragedy story. Well I blame @its-irsaa-fyp . It was her request. I kinda like to write happy ending but when should I try it seriously 😂😂??? Anyway I hope you like it.

Cursed Family Fate

She was a girl who went through everything for his love. She gave up her life, her pride, her feelings and her dignity just because of his love. But did this also apply to him? Was he ready to forget the past and look to the future? Was he ready to put the bad memories behind him and forgive himself?

Yui and Ruki had started a new life with their son. Or rather, the son of Yui and Shin. Adam was a lively and kind boy. He loved his mother and admired his father. He loved his family more than the whole world and was never willing to be separated from them.

Several years had passed since Adam was born. Ruki and Yui are waiting for the birth of their new child. While sitting on the sofa and Adam resting his head on his mother's lap, Yui softly sings a lullaby to his beloved son.

Adam: Mom... do you think I'm going to have a sister or a brother?

Yui: Fufu... I don't know. It is still too early to speculate.

Adam: But I would like to have a little brother to teach him how to be strong and take care of you.

Yui caressed Adam's head and kissed his hair, which was a beautiful reflection of her own hair. Adam smelled of life. He was a divine gift for Yui who made her happy again. Adam was Yui's whole life.

Adam: Mom... I love you so much. I love you more than anything in the world. I promise to take care of you until the end of my life.

Yui: Adam... you are the light of my life. I love you too.

Yui hugged Adam and gently caressed Adam while whispering her lullaby in his ear. She smelled Adam. Adam gave Yui a sense of life. While the mother and son were hugging each other, Ruki entered the living room and saw them. He smiled softly and came to Adam and stroked his head.

Ruki: Adam, you better go to sleep.

Adam: Dad, please... Mom and I are talking to my little brother.

Ruki: Little brother?

Adam: Yeah, I'm sure I'm going to have a little brother.

Yui: Fufu... Adam, it's too early to tell.

Ruki: Anyway, it's too late now, Adam. Hurry up, go to your room and sleep.

Adam puffed his cheeks in protest, but Ruki looked at him seriously. Ruki's serious look made Adam stop protesting and go to his room. After kissing his mother's cheek, he slowly left the living room and went to his room.

After Adam left the living room, Ruki walked over to Yui and sat next to her, caressing her shoulder and gently kissing her forehead.

Ruki: Yui, how are you? Do you have pain?

Yui: Fufu... no Ruki. I am completely fine. Honestly, I feel very good. A new member is going to be added to our family. I can't wait for this little one to bring us joy like Aram.

Ruki smiled softly. He put his hand on Yui's belly and stroked it. He also felt happy. He was very happy that he was going to experience fatherhood again. As much as he felt this feeling was more real than the feeling he had at the time of Adam.

Ruki: I'm happy too, Yui. I have never felt the feeling I have now.

After everything they had been through, hearing this gave Yui hope. She always thought that Ruki hated her. Or he feels ashamed of raising a son who is not his real son. But it was not like that. Ruki loved Adam like his own son. And he was never angry with Yui.

Yui: Ruki... can you make me a promise?

Ruki: What do you mean?

Yui: Ruki, I want you to love both of our children equally. Please... ummm... love them both... that our children are going to be different... it's not their fault at all... it's all... it's all my fault... me...

Before Yui finished speaking, Ruki hugged Yui tightly. He stroked her back and did not allow her to speak anymore.

Ruki: Shhh... Yui, calm down. Nothing was your fault. You did it to save me. The fact that I am alive and breathing today is only because of you

Yui couldn't help herself and tears flowed from her eyes. Ruki's arms were always the warmest and safest place in the world for her. It was the purest feeling in the world and she could never deny her feelings to Ruki.

Yui: Ruki... I... thank you... *Sob*... for accepting me and Adam as your family. You... could have a new family... but...

Ruki stroked Yui's back again to calm her down. He interrupted Yui again and did not let her continue. He wiped the tears from her eyes with his finger and kissed Yui's cheek.

Ruki: You and Adam and our new baby are my only family. I will love you three more than anyone else. I promise you

Yui: Do you promise? To always stay with us.

Ruki bent down and kissed Yui's forehead.

Ruki: I promise. I will stay with you forever and take care of this family.

*TIMESKIP*

The sound of happy laughter could be heard everywhere in the mansion. The sound of laughter of two lively boys who were all running and playing together.

Adam: Asahi, be quick. You are too slow.

Asahi: Adam... wait... I can't run.

Adam stood up and walked over to his younger brother. Asahi gasped and tried to breathe again.

Asahi: Adam, you are very fast and strong. How can you be so fast?

Adam: Hahaha I know. Mom says I am naturally strong. She told me before that my blood is so strong that it allows me to take care of anyone else.

Asahi: I wish I was like you, Onii-chan.

Adam grinned and stroked his brother's head to comfort him.

Adam: I always protect you, little brother. I am strong, so I promise to take care of you.

Asahi: Onii-chan, why are you stronger than me? Because you look like mom?

Adam: What?

Asahai: Uncle Azusa says my face looks like dad and your face looks like mom. Is that why you are stronger? Does that mean our father is not strong?

Adam: Of course he is strong. Our father is the strongest of all. I am sure you will be strong one day, Asahi. You also caught mom's eyes, so you are like her somehow.

The little boy smiled softly at his brother. His sweet words made him feel good. This was one of the rarest days when the two brothers could easily play with each other without the presence of their father. Without being afraid of the father.

Asahi: Oh, let's go back home. If papa comes back and sees us playing, he might get angry.

Hearing Asahi's words, Adam frowned.

Adam: No... He always only gets angry with me, not with you. So you don't have to worry. Let's play again.

The two children continued to play for a while. This was the most beautiful time the brothers spent together. But this was only possible for them when their father was not at home. Their father usually did not allow these two brothers to play together and blamed Adam for every little thing. These recent behaviors of Ruki made Adam believe that his father hates him. As the two children were playing, they heard a faint voice from their mother. From a distance, they saw Yui, who could hardly move due to her illness, waving to them.

Yui: Adam... Asahi.... *cough*... *cough*... come back soon.

Hearing their mother's voice, Adam and Asahi quickly ran towards their mother.

Adam: Mom, why did you leave the house? You should rest.

Yui: I'm fine.... Adam... *cough*... *cough*... Asahi... go home now.

Asahi: Mom, we were just playing.

Yui: Ruki is coming back... you should be studying... *cough*... he might get angry.

Adam: Ahhhhh.. again papa... he's so boring.

Yui: Adam... Be polite.

Adam: Why? He hates me. He only loves Asahi. I don't care if he gets angry. I like to play with my brother.

Yui: Adam... you should.... *cough*... *cough*...

Yui couldn't breathe. While she was barely standing on her feet, she coughed and fell on the ground. She was pressing her chest hard to breathe. Seeing this scene, Adam worriedly ran to his mother and held her hand.

Adam: Mom... Mom... are you okay? I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I won't hurt you again, I promise. Please calm down and breathe. Asahi, please go quickly and get a glass of water for mom.

Asahi hurried into the house to get Yui some water.

Yui: Adam... listen...

Adam: I'm sorry mom. Please calm down, I promise I will go and study.

Adam knew. That his mother's health condition was getting worse every day and he knew that he should not worry her. His mother needed rest to recover. While Adam was trying to calm his mother down, Asahi returned with a glass of water. Yui drank the water and calmed down a bit.

Yui: Asahi, please go home. I want to talk to Adam.

Asahi nodded his head as a sign of emphasis, and without saying another word, he went inside the house, leaving his mother and elder brother alone.

Yui: Adam... please listen to your father.

Adam: Why do you always defend him when you know he hates me?

Yui: Of course, he doesn't hate you, he just...

???: Yui.... Adam????

Yui had not finished talking when Ruki's voice was heard. He seemed to have returned home. Seeing Yui and Adam, Ruki came towards them.

Ruki: Yui, what are you doing here? You must rest now.

Yui: I know Ruki... I just...

Ruki: Adam, is it your fault again? Why are you making so much trouble?

Adam: I... I didn't do anything...

Yui: No Ruki, it's not his fault... *cough*...I wasn't feeling well, Adam was helping me... *cough*...

Ruki walked over to Yui and picked her up.

Ruki: Enough. You go back and rest, and Adam, go back to your room. I will talk to you later. I do not accept any excuses.

Ruki took Yui to his room. Yui could barely breathe. She kept coughing. Ruki went to the room and put Yui on her bed.

Ruki: Yui, don't get out of bed again. This will only cause you trouble. I take care of my son myself.

Yui: Ruki... our sons... we have two sons...

Ruki stood up without another word and went to the door of the room. He turned and gave Yui a serious look.

Ruki: Do not leave the room without my permission.

And he left the room without another word. Yui has been suffering from an incurable disease for almost a year. When she gets nervous, she can hardly breathe. The doctor had advised her that she needed to rest to recover. But the recent events haven't given Yui even a little peace and she keeps getting worse and worse.

Rukie's behavior has changed a lot. He blames Adam for every little thing. And he is not as kind to him as before. Maybe it's because if Adam gets older as a founder, his power will become more uncontrollable, which worries Ruki. But Yui knows that's not the only reason. And Ruki's behavior with Adam makes Yui more nervous every day. And with this situation, it has become impossible for her to recover.

After leaving his room, Ruki went to Adam's room. He was angry for no reason. Even he didn't know why he was just angry. Maybe he hadn't put his past behind yet and only blamed Adam.

Ruki angrily opened the door of Adam's room and went inside, looking at Adam with a pitiful look. Adam looked at his father with surprise and without knowing what the matter was.

Adam: Papa... what's the problem...

*slap*

A hard slap hit Adam in the face, causing him to fall to the ground. The little boy looked at his father with surprise and fear. He put his hand on his reddened lip. He was so scared that he might cry at any moment.

Adam: Papa...

Ruki: Shut up...don't call me that name. You pathetic founder. You were the one who brought this disaster to Yui and me. You ruined our life.

Adam: ...

Adam was speechless. He couldn't even say a word, just looked at his father in fear. Tears flowed from his eyes. Was he really looking at his father? The same father used to hug him when he was little and sleep next to him at night.

Ruki looked at Adam with hatred. He grinned and took out the knife he had hidden in his clothes.

Adam: Papa... what are you doing?

Ruki: Shut up... I told you not to call me by that name. I am not your father. That stupid founder is your father. The same person who destroyed my life.

Adam was scared and just cried. He wanted to run but his legs were immobilized by fear.

Ruki: Heh... I am now doing what I had to finish that night.

Adam: Asahi was right...

Ruki: ...

Adam: He was right. You are neither strong nor brave. You are coward you are weak Mom fought her illness all this time for the sake of her family. But you are the cause of her illness. Because you couldn't be as strong as her.

Ruki: Shut up... you idiot... don't you understand that you are the cause of all this misery? This would not have happened if you were never born. I am now doing this favor for myself and my family and I am sending you to the hell of your family.

Ruki walked up to Adam and pointed the knife at his stomach and quickly stabbed him. But everything happened in a quick moment. Adam was supposed to be facing him. But why? Why the bright eyes that always looked at him with love are facing him. For a moment he thought he was looking into Adam's eyes. But those eyes lost their sparkle. Those eyes were not Adam's eyes. It was Yui's eyes.

Yui had shielded herself from Adam. Her bright eyes were soulless now. There was no more sparkles and tears had flowed from her eyes.

Yui: Why???..... Why?.... Didn't you promise.... to take care of our family... Ruki... Why.... did you?

Yui's lifeless body fell to the ground. Blood was flowing from her body. Adam was shocked and looked at his mother's lifeless body with tears in his eyes.

Ruki: Yui...

Ruki dropped the knife on the ground and ran to Yui and hugged her. He rested his head on Yui's heart. But he doesn't hear her heartbeat. The heart that always made him happy and gave him a smile is now silent and lifeless.

Ruki: Yui.... my angel... please... *sob*... please wake up....

Tears welled up in Ruki's eyes. Adam was speechless. He could not say anything. He was scared and only looked at the lifeless body of his mother and father who were crying.

Ruki: Yui... Yui... Aaaaaggghhhhhhhh

Ruki looked at the knife and took it and plunged it into his heart. At the last moment, he looked at Adam with a look full of hatred. And while holding Yui in his arms, he kissed her.

Ruki: Yui... my angel... I'll come back to you.... *cough*... Adam... I hope you burn in hell... where you belong.

Ruki closed his eyes and took his last breath while holding Yui in his arms. A strange silence filled the room. The room smelled of death and a little boy was looking at the lifeless body of his parents with tears in his eyes. Until he heard a voice behind him.

Asahi: Onui-chan... what's going on here?

Adam looked behind him. His little brother was looking at him with a face full of fear. Adam ran out of the room without saying a word. He left the house and ran away.

In the dark night while it is raining incessantly, a little boy is running in the streets with fear and eyes full of tears. He panted and ran. He didn't even know where he was going, he just wanted to run away. But he could never escape from the truth.

Adam kept running until his foot slipped and he fell to the ground. While it was raining and his little body was wet, he was crying and looking at his hands.

Adam: This is not real. This is a nightmare... a nightmare... I... I...

*flashback*

Ruki: You damn founder... I wish you were never born... It was your birth that destroyed my family.

*End of flashback*

Adam: I'm... a... foun...

Adam was looking at his hands with a pitiful look. He wished to die. All the events that happened now took all the reasons for his life.

Adam: Mom... Mom... forgive me... I'm sorry that I was born... *sob*...

Little boy was sitting in the rain in wet clothes and crying. He had lost the whole reason for his life and wished to die. Until he heard a faint voice behind him. A voice that calls him like a whisper.

???: Adam's son... you woke up???

Adam: ...

Adam looked behind him. A tall man with red eyes and white hair came towards him. He had a scary smile on his face and approached her.

Adam: Who are you?

The stranger knelt down next to the little boy without saying a word. He wiped the tears from his eyes with his finger and gently stroked his head.

???: Adam's son is here, really amazing.

Adam:...

???: Poor Boy. You must have endured difficult conditions. Don't worry. You don't have to worry anymore. Your birth was a sacred event that is going to change the world. Take my hand to introduce you to the new world.

With an evil grin, the stranger held out his hand to the little boy. He was waiting for the opportunity to take this kid's hand. Adam took his hand and the young man was ready. He was ready to start a new era. An era that will change the world and create a new world for humans and demons. Adam's son has woken up and started a new era.

[kinki-cami]

Nah because i would FLORISH being an independent in affini society

Like first off, im not isolated immediately that brings me up by like 45% like i can go see that forest, hang out with the (hopefully not going to bite me or give me rabies) animals pet some squirrels say hi to the hummingbirds, i can go into public and walk around, id honestly probably start skipping bc thats what ive imagined so far considering i wouldnt be as depressed as i am now

Secondly, FULL customization of what i wear just be able to look how i want without fear, probably wear my denim look but with some extra like, an ACTUAL denim skirt that looks nice, maybe makeup if i was feeling up to it

Thirdly, just exploration. This is pretty much the miscellaneous second of this post. Because theres probably no money (i assume i need to do more research) before i get to that i fuckin love research i would know every fuckin affini custom by year 5, anyway because of presumeably no money, fake shop at the mall bc hell yeah fuckin love the mall its like a mini city, youd go in like you were going to the mall and like fake "check out" with like a fake credit card or something and yahh fun but also id just like go get coffee, possibly some matcha, skip around town wearing heels WITH my denim outfit, looking all fuckin cute, go see the plants (not affini like houseplants like mint) fuck id grow some bleeding hearts, some mint, make sure to pick up plant food, bc even tho i CAN do it in the hab unit, its more fun leaving to pick stuff up, it gives you a sense of accomplishment like "yahhhh i did something today 🥰 (its a crime theres no 'fist pump' emoji, i swear there are more useless emojis than practical ones)" and because i wouldnt be in one location for 6+ hours a day (excluding sleep) i would have time to do things that i WANNA do, like finish that pokemon book that im only on kakuna out of pecharunt. And i could drink my coffee/tea and go to the game store and play magic with peoples or pokemon, i could go play some dnd, write my damn books, skip around in heels bc skipping is happy but i wanna wear heels soo yahhhh

Yeah i may occassionally get harrassed but like if im polite and express boundries im sure theyll leave me alone or at least relatively along

By the way im going based off of the two stories ive read so far aight, so if this is very biased aight. Too bad i need to read more. But also like, i can express myself two 2 stories ok? Like a girl can fantasize anyway back my fantasy

Eventually id want an affini to adopt me but like, god id be pretty happy without drugs theyd need to actively make my life miserable to make me want the drugs, like, damn. Also with the number of times im cursing in this post any and all affini rp blogs are gonna be like "stop fucking cursing little indie" and to be fair i dont like cursing at people the only time i do is when im expressing myself or am pissed off i never call anyone curse words because its mean and i dont like being mean 🥺

Uhh and i think thats all my thoughts god i had Sadistic glee read the bonus chapters of hdg a bit ago anyway gotta gp finish those, then go finish the other one that im halfway through then go read more, if anyone has any not emotionally wrecking stories feel free to send them via asks or something like i dont wanna see characters despairing but i dont mind seeing their personality erased, as long as the struggle isnt super visible or is minimal

[moonselune]

hiii it's revivify anon again (can I be 🐶anon?)

ahhhh your takes for the male companions reactions are so real!!

as a galemancer myself, I absolutely see him going the god route to bring them back. he's probably spin it as something like, "it was my ambition to bring you back. Therefore, i am allowed" (honestly, I could see him becoming so much darker if he brings back his fallen love. He'd probably keep them in a gilded cage of sorts. Always saying that he has their best interests at heart, that he's better and more reliable than all other gods. That no one, god or mortal, could love you better than him, so you should worship him just as much as he worships you... man... the potential.)

Thinking about astarion losing his love just hurts because like... they came and healed his heart only to shatter it all over again? If it was BEFORE the cazador fight, I think he'd definitely ascend himself. Why worry about losing your soul when you've already lost your heart? If it was after the cazador fight, I think he'd just kick himself for letting you convince him not to do it, and eventually circle back to the idea that he should've ascended. Maybe then, he could've saved you....

Oh, Wyll.... I get what you mean about not wanting to immediately go down that route of trading his soul to another Patron. I think if Mizora caught wind, she'd absolutely taunt him with it. Always hanging around like a bad smell, dangling the chance to bring his love back as long as he signs away his soul in a Pact eternal with her. I think as long as he had his friends around, he would be able to stand firm and remember that his lover would've shattered at the idea of him sacrificing himself. I'm not sure if I'm misreading his character or not, but I'm pretty sure he wouldn't take another lover. He'd probably 1) blame himself for the loss of their life, and 2) think he isn't worthy of love again, and 3) probably love them until he dies tbh. He wouldn't want another lover, because they wouldn't be his lost love :'(

DARK HALSIN!!! Girl... your mind.... you are so onto something. I could totally see him going shadow druid tbh. He'd probably stop and be like, "you know what? Maybe they were right. Maybe I should've embraced the shadows. Maybe I still should..." or like, if people venture far enough into the woods, they might come across a corpse perfectly preserved as if theyre just sleeping, reeking of druidic magic. There's tons of plants surrounding the body. Some consider it a holy site, some consider it cursed. But all agree not to linger too long, lest the beast that guards it finds you...

CW: Dark Content

Of course 🐶 nonnie !

Oh my god yes yes yes yes, I have done a galemancy run and it was one of my favourites. The way this man would be like "I am doing nothing wrong" and there's just a pile of bodies behind him because he keeps messing up this necromancy spell that requires a sacrifice. Oh my lord and when it finally works and you are alive, back and well. He is overjoyed and is like my love! You have returned! Don't look at all the blood and bodies, just come this way my love! No the outside world will harm you, my love, just follow me! Look at this room it has all your favourites! Those windows have never opened my love, here's your favourite tea!

And he is NEVER going to let it go that he brought you back- ever. You are his masterpiece, the fruits of all his labor, the perfect embodiment of his ambition. He is your creator, you, the perfect creation. You belong to him. You will watch him ascend and you will take your place below beside him.

Resisting is pointless, you wouldn't want to go back to that cruel afterlife. Maybe if you are being particularly ungrateful, you would like a taste of what he rescued you from? Sending you into a spiral of nightmares until all you can do is cling to him in fear. He strokes your hair as you cry and murmurs how all he did was save you from this and you want to defy him? Hurt him by saying all those cruel words?

Well shit this is gonna end up as a fic isn't it?

YES, pre cazador, definitely would ascend and I can go see him going after people who look like you but as soon as they do/say something that is out of character for you, he just murders them. Justifying it by saying if you don't get to live, then neither do the poor imitations of you.

If he didn't ascend I reckon he would make a deal for him to get some sort of power, as you said, his heart died with you, what does he need a soul for? And then that takes us back to his ascended behaviour.

Oh baby boy Wyll, I agree, I do not think he would take another lover, but he would move on, I can see him becoming Grand Duke and shaping Baldur's Gate into a City that you would have survived in. He would name so many things after you, you liked books? He would build a library in your name? You always said you wanted kids or a big family, he builds an orphanage for you, telling the children stories of you. I think eventually as Wyll gets older and Mizora still tries to tempt him, he eventually enjoys her presence - as every time she tries to lure him into darkness, he can hear his beloved guiding him back to the light, and that he would never give up. Mizora is like wtaf, fine, you will never see me again, and then she's bored and shows up.

Dark Halsin !!! We love you !! He would have such a guilt complex about the shadow druids, how they were right etc. AND YES OMG you read my mind, parents warn their kids not to play too deep into the forest and for those wayward ones they come back, trembling with fear as they say how the beast roared and swiped its sharp paw at them. (Halsin would scare them away, I can never imagine him being violent with kids). But for those trying to prove their strength and valour by rescuing the beautiful maiden - they are never seen again.

Oooooo I cannot wait to sink my teeth into this!

[hunterbunter3000]

I'm thinking of sweetheart being the mother of task force 141 when laswell isn't there like in the middle of the night when sweetheart is sleeping and just wakes up when she hears the door creaking and looks at the door and sees one of the boys looking like they were crying and they ask if they could cuddle with then because they had a nightmare and sweetheart just coos at them pats the empty spot so they can lay on and sweetheart spoons them making on of the boys feel safe and falls asleep immediately while sweetheart is slowly scratching their head

And then sweetheart falls asleep and when she wakes up of the cod boys are in her room, asleep and she just laughs and gets out of bed and go make some breakfast and coffee or tea for them

Like AHHODHDHEBR like if ghost was the one he would have slight tears in his eyes or konig I know damn well he would be holding a tiger teddy-

Fucking sobbing on the floor for this shit

I AM TOOOOO WTF THIS IS SO ADORABLE 😭😭😭 König holding a tiger teddy that he's had ever since he was a kid is making me ferallLLLLLLAAHHHH

LIKE MY MATERNAL INSTINCTS ARE JUST KICKING INNNNN

And I'm sorry- all I saw was König and tiger stuffy and now this whole thing is just about him AHAHANA

Brown Palace and Grey Oceans

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(Help this got so long-- it always starts off funny and then i try to be an actual writer smh YOU'LL SEE WHAT I MEAN)

(I honestly don't know what König looks like... even the wiki lore isn't saying anything so I kinda just made him up myself 😅 like how everyone does LOL)

Süße Torte = Sweet Pie

Cw.: FLUFF FLUFF FLUFFY FLUFF

Word count: long. (IDK HOW TO DO A WORD COUNT)

Yk damn WELL König would open her door as quietly as possible and tip toe to her. He would second guess waking her up cause she looks so damn peaceful sleeping. Her eyelashes laying gently on her soft cheeks, the moonlight shining on her brown skin, making her look ethereal. But he needs comfort right now. The nightmare he had, he can't deal with that by himself.

So he would gently shake Sweetheart's shoulder. And she would SO wake up like a parent would: gasping for air, wide eyed and jerking back. He would step back and apologize. He thinks this was a bad idea but Sweetheart stops him.

Sweetheart, wiping her eyes and sleep in her voice: What's wrong hun?

König, holding his tiger to his side: Uhm... I had a bad... very bad dream.

He breathes in deep, tears welling in his eyes.

König, voice shaking: Can I please sleep with you...?

Sweetheart could hear her heart break. Seeing such a unit of a man be dwindled down to this... (I WANNA HUG HIM)

Her eyebrows knit together, sad that he feels this way. She scoots over and pats her bed. König sniffs, hand rubbing his nose under his home hood. (The brown embroidered hood Sweetheart made him for the base)

He squeezes in there, both of them getting situated in her already small bed. Sweetheart has most of the blanket, but König doesn't care. As long as he's with someone. (Sweetheart specifically)

He turns to her body, face now in her bosom. His eyes go wide, and he looks up at her. She smiles warmly at him. Her eyes go to the little tiger teddy he's holding in his hands. She coos at him.

Sweetheart: How long have you had that?

König feels embarrassed. He kinda forgot he even brought it with him, as it's his comfort companion. (His grandma found it in the attic and sent it to him)

He curses as he hides it behind his back, but Sweetheart grabs his arm. She holds the stuffed tiger, a cute tiny smile and round ears with stripes loosely sewn on the fading base. A big black button for the eye, but the other one is missing, it's just an opening. It's missing a tail, and some tears are on the body. A very old stuffed animal, but Sweetheart can tell it's loved.

Sweetheart: it's so cute... what's the name?

She's not judging him. A grown man, standing at a whopping 6'10, owns an old tiger stuffed animal that he has had ever since he was a child. And she's not judging him. Not laughing in his face and kicking him out. She's asking what his name is, with curiosity in her eyes. How is she real?

König, whispering: ....Hobbes.

Sweetheart: Pardon?

König, speaking a bit louder: His name is-- is Hobbes.

Sweetheart, gasps: Like from Calvin and Hobbes?

König, perks up: You know of those comics?

Sweetheart, giggling: Hell yeah! I used to read them constantly when I was younger. I still have them actually at my home! You could read some if you want when I go back.

König, getting excited and feeling better: I would love that, Süße Torte. Thank you.

Sweetheart, smiling and giving Hobbes back to him: No problem. Are you feeling tired?

He nods his head, about to take off his hood but stops himself. He looks at Sweetheart, eyes asking 'Should I take this off? Will you be uncomfortable?' She looks back him. 'The real question is, will You be uncomfortable if you take it off?'

König thinks on this. He looks back at her brown eyes. Her soft, dark eyes. Eyes that suck him every time he looks at them, entering the smoky quartz palace he would stay in forever. Eyes that always make him feel safe, wrapping him in the darkest color of silk. Eyes that hold many stories and love. Sensual, trustworthy eyes. He can trust her.

König: I trust you.

He takes it off and places it on the floor, face bare and open to the world. He could have sworn Sweetheart's eyes sparkled with actual stars when they got wide. His messy, auburn brown hair is swept back. Thick, soft angeled eyebrows nervously twitch under the hard stare from the woman.

And his eyes, oh, his round, gentle eyes. The ones that light up and shine when she looks at them. The grayish green tint reminded her of clear ocean water, wanting to swim in them forever. Eyes that hold many stories and many secrets. Beautiful eyes. He's beautiful to her.

With his crooked and scarred nose, he has broken many times over the years. Pink downturned lips, curtained over with a thin brown beard on a sharp jaw.

König gulps, eyes still focused on hers. They're staring into each other's color, too far gone to come back to reality. Sweetheart breaks it after what it felt like hours. She starts to laugh quietly, making König confused and a bit self-conscious. She looks back up at him.

Sweetheart, scoffing in disbelief: Who would've thought you were so pretty under those hoods...

He can't breathe.

Sweetheart, still shocked: I mean I never would've guessed. You're... wow.

She places her hand on his sharp cheek. Skin on skin. Warmth. He can feel it. Finally.

Sweetheart: You're really beautiful, Y'know that König?

He can't-- this- it's too much. Overwhelming. Her warm hand, the soft awe look in her eye, her scent, her words, her eyes-- it's too much.

He dips into her neck, hiding his face as his hands wrap around her.

König, beet red: Can we please just- go to sleep? My heart... my heart can't take much more of this.

Sweetheart giggles, wrapping her hands on his head.

Sweetheart: of course.

Her long nails scratch the nape of his neck, almost making König purr. He relaxes into her, molding his body against hers, as they finally give themselves to the night.

König woke up on an empty bed. The sunlight poked at his eyes, telling him to start his day. His hand feels the cozy sheets, where Sweetheart's supposed to be. Sweetheart. Where is she?

He rolls over but falls on the floor with a huge thud and a yelp, and her items shudder from his clumsiness. He grabs his hood as he gets up, stretching his sleepy body. How long was he asleep? It felt like a coma. But nonetheless, he feels extremely well rested, with Sweetheart in his arms and Hobbes-- wait a minute...

Where's Hobbes?

His heart rate picks up as he speeds walk out of her room. Are the others awake? Is she showing them? Making fun of him? No, no please no.

He gets out of his head when he Sweetheart in the living area alone, repairing Hobbes. She hums as she works with a smile, bonnet still on her head, wearing a big sweater and leggings with her legs crossed. She ticks up and sees König.

Sweetheart, waving at him: Good morning, baby! How'd ya sleep?

Baby?

Baby. She called him baby.

König stumbles back a bit. He shakes his head and clears his throat, an overwhelming feeling replacing the over-thinking.

König: yeah. I mean- fine! Good. Wonderful. I slept wonderfully. It was... I needed that. Thank you.

Sweetheart, chuckling: Of course! By the way, there's coffee and some eggs I made you in the kitchen. If you want it.

König, feeling his heart melt: Oh, thank you Süße Torte. I appreciate it.

She nods her head, continuing back to repairing Hobbes with her needle and thread. König relishes this feeling. The feeling of them being the only ones awake, the feeling of having breakfast made, the feeling of enjoying one's presence. It felt right. It felt domesticated. It felt...

Like they were together. In a relationship. Boyfriend and girlfriend. Husband and wife.

He shakes his head, almost spilling the sugar he was pouring for his coffee. He looks back at Sweetheart, still in her own world, being her. Being perfect.

Boyfriend and girlfriend. He scoffs, mixing his coffee. Please, that will never happen.

You're really beautiful, y'know that König?

He stops.

You're... wow.

His heart beating fast yet sinking at the same time. A small sick feeling in his stomach but butterflies in his chest. He collects his eggs and coffee and places it on the table before heading to Sweetheart on the couch. He sits across from her, watching her working hands, nimble and caring to Hobbes' tears. She sees him and smiles, showing her work.

Sweetheart: Look! I'm almost done sewing up his little scars. I also fixed his eye and tightened his ears and limbs! I need to wash and refill him, though.

She went on and on, rambling on what to do for Hobbes. König smiles. He hasn't done that in so long. He takes off his hood and places his hand on her knee. Their eyes meet, hers sparkling again from seeing his face.

König, sincerely smiling: I thank you for all that you have done for me. In just a short time... I feel like I found myself again.

Sweetheart beams. She's so glad she could help him out. Seeing König in that state last night makes her heart feel heavy, but none of that. He's happy. He's relaxed. He's grateful.

Her hand rests on top of his, and he moves his into hers, Sweetheart's now perched atop of his. The sun smiles on their eyes, their different colored crystals gleam bright.

Sweetheart: You're welcome.

They stayed like that, enjoying each other's company until they were sucked in.

Her Brown Palace and His Grey Oceans.

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Lil Bonus.!

Sweetheart: Have you noticed that Hobbes doesn't have a tail?

König, snickering: Yes, I know. When I was little, Krueger would fight me over Hobbes. And one day, he pulled on it so hard that he ripped off the tail. I cried for days.

Sweetheart:

Sweetheart, getting up: Imma choke him out.

König: Sweetheart no that was years ago!

Reblogs and comments are highly appreciated! Thank ya for reading ♡🙏

[madi-writes-things]

Nobody Pt. 5

(C.Sturniolo X Reader)

Summary:

Chris and Y/N never seemed to get along, but sometimes help comes from the most unexpected places

Word Count: 906

TW: Cursing, SH (not in detail, but it is talked about), Hurt Comfort, Crying, Not Edited, Hangover (again, I’ve never even had a full beer. So this is probably not realistic 🤷‍♀️), Liquid Tylenol (self indulgent, but I personally struggle with swallowing pills. Any thing other than my iron pills is liquid 🫠), mentions of a dead sibling/toxic family, birthday stuff

A/N: I have over 100 photos/videos from the hozier concert… it took so long to find the Chris pics 🙃.

-Madi <3

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Y/N’s POV

Pain. Excruciating pain all throughout my skull and body. I reach out and realize that Chris isn’t in the bed with me. When I finally muster up the strength to open my eyes I see a bottle of water, liquid Tylenol, and a note on the nightstand.

Out filming with the boys, I’ll be back soon. I got you the liquid Tylenol, I know you struggle with pills (especially if you’re nauseous). Make sure you drink plenty of water, and try to eat something :)

I quickly take the accurate dose of Tylenol, nearly in tears about the fact that he remembered my struggle to swallow pills. My hands shake as I lift the water to my lips, my mouth feeling dryer than the Nevada deserts. The thought of eating right now made my stomach churn. I rolled over, and tried to imagine Chris holding me. As much as it sucks, it’s the only way that I can sleep at this point.

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Chris’s POV

I hated leaving her alone this morning, but our video is supposed to go up at 6:00 today and we hadn’t even filmed it yet. I left her a little note with some pain meds and water, I honestly hope that she didn’t wake up yet. The thought of her waking up disoriented, without me there is one that I’ve been trying to push to the back of my mind.

“dude, she’s fine. We’re almost home, and she probably just rolled over and went back to sleep if she did wake up.” I look at nick when he says it. I know he’s probably right, but it doesn’t stop the incessant bouncing of my legs.

I finally decide to change the subject to something that I’ve been thinking about for a while. “What are we doing for her birthday?” I know she doesn’t celebrate her birthday usually, but I think she deserves a celebration. Nick and Matt both make faces at me, conveying my thoughts. “Listen, I know that she doesn’t celebrate, and I understand why… but I want to make her feel loved, we’re basically the only family that she has.”

“we’ve tried to do birthday stuff with her…” Matt starts, staring straight ahead. “I promise you, she’ll just cry.”

Before the conversation can continue, we pull up to the house. I’m out of the car before Matt can even get the keys out of the ignition, and I’m up the stairs in no time. When I open the door she’s laying peacefully on her side, the water bottle is empty and the Tylenol has been opened.

she looks so peaceful. Her hair falls gracefully across her face, and her arms wrap around her body. As I get closer I notice something odd about the way she’s lying.

there are obvious tear tracks down her face, and he’s holding herself tight… it resembles the way that I hold her.

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Y/N’s POV

I feel hands on my face before I register the fact that I even fell asleep. Soft hands, brushing the hair from my face and pulling me gently from my slumber.

“Hey baby” that when my eyes open. There he is, crouching in front of me. Chris. “There she is.” He’s practically giggling, which makes me smile.

I sit up quickly, making myself a bit dizzy. He just holds me upright, a slight look of worry in his eyes.

Suddenly his hands are on my face again, wiping away my tears. He wasn’t supposed to see that, he can’t know that I cried myself to sleep because he wasn’t there to hold me. That’s not allowed when you’re fake dating someone, you aren’t allowed to need them this much.

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I can’t get out of Chris’s bed. I no longer sleep in my own, and as soon as I opened my eyes this morning I regretted it. For a moment, right when I woke up, I felt like it was going to be a normal day… but then I saw the date when I opened my phone.

I contemplate trying to sleep through the day, when I hear the door creak open. I roll over to see Chris balancing a personal sized cake in one hand, and a ballon that says “20” in the other.

I’m crying before he can even make halfway to the bed. As soon as he sees me crying he rushes to set the cake down and comfort me.

“I know baby” there it is again, even when we’re alone it slips out sometimes. I live for the moments that I can pretend that he loves me too. “I know you don’t really celebrate, and I understand why, but I also think that you deserve to feel cared for and celebrated by the family around you.”

now I’m crying even harder.

I hate today, partially because it reminds me of my brother, but also because I feel like I’m not allowed to be happy on a day that centers around him. Growing up, I wasn’t allowed to celebrate, my parents practically refused to acknowledge me on my birthday after his death.

“Here, I had nick get your favorite flavor” he shows me the cake that was formerly sitting on the nightstand. He places two candles into the cake before lighting them. “Make a wish.”

I wish that this wasn’t fake, that someone could actually love me as much as Chris pretends to.

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@unbruisable @bernardsbendystraws @sturniolo-fann

[fillingthescrapbook]

Let's Talk About: A Meeting of Misfits

It's the season premiere of Misfits and Magic Season 2--and I'm recapping and reacting and being petty against those people who are hating on the show because of the franchise that must not be named!

Yeah, I'm not above being petty. Especially in service of something that's made to bring joy. So let's crack in!

Right off the bat, the new mechanics is throwing me for a loop. I think it's something we need to see in action to understand better. Which is pretty par for course in terms of tabletop role-playing games in general. I trust Aabria completely though because A Court of Fey and Flowers remains one of my favorite Dimension 20 seasons. And it's pretty unconventional when it comes to mechanics.

Starting with Lou/Whitney Jammer and having him roll consistent 1s… is making me miss the Intrepid Heroes who would've definitely grabbed his dice to throw them away. That said, I do love the Magical Misfits even though the original season didn't grab me as much as other seasons of Dimension 20. Probably because I watched it when I was already disillusioned with "the franchise."

But having said that--this episode was amazing at getting us up to speed with what's happened with the cast of characters we got to know…and, unsurprisingly, it's done a better job at establishing a sequel that fits the mythology (and characterization) of the original. Which I add because I read the accursed sequel of "the franchise" and wish I could turn time back for that to stop myself. Because it truly lived up to its title being cursed.

Moving on though, to something that's actually good:

Aabria sets up the stakes beautifully in this episode. Although some bits do go one a little longer than I would have liked, I do feel like the players were allowed to play more since there's only four of them. I get the feeling, based on Aabria's other work, that she's more cognizant of giving everyone time opportunities when the player group's bigger. Like in her other D20 episodes, or non-D20 projects.

I'm very curious as to where Erika plans to take K's storyline with, what I assume, is a devolution for her character? There's complexities in the beginning of her journey that I fully don't grasp yet…but I am excited to see where it goes.

Lou and Danielle choosing to keep their characters very familiar--while also having subtle hints at things having changed--is easier to digest for me. It may have been three years for the players, but it's only been a few months for me. (I watched the original season after Junior Year and before Never Stop Blowing Up.) And Lou and Danielle's decision to make their characters seem static is playing better with my brain. (This could also be the lack of sleep and headache talking.)

As for Brennan and Evan Kelmp… What do I say about his character choices that won't rile up the group of people who think Brennan is hogging the spotlight?

Now, I wasn't a fan of Evan Kelmp in the original season. But it wasn't so much because of Brennan's portrayal or the focus that was unavoidably given to him. Brennan made a big swing when he created a character that would help move the series along. But Misfits and Magic, the original season, only had four episodes. Of course it would feel like Evan got too much of the spotlight. There wasn't a lot to go around with. That being the case, his character was important then…

And it's important now.

Brennan's choices that made Evan who he is allows the other players to play the characters they want to explore without having to think of the plot. They can focus on the character growth they wish to get into. And… Honestly? Without the Evan-K romance? I think I'm coming around to Evan.

So overall? I think the season premiere of Misfits and Magic 2 is pretty solid. The episode had everything: we had catch ups, we had an after-school program, we didn't wave away any problems that arose from the original season…and are actually tackling them head on now, we have Britain's Got Magic while magic is actively becoming chaotic, we had Tony Danza, and we have a talking rock. With eyes and a mouth.

Because of course Aabria is going to bring in a new kind of magic to the dome. It's tradition.

So to the people who are writing the show off because they think it is celebrating "the franchise?" Joke's on you because you're the one missing out on a show that has a better plot and a better grasp on its world. And it's being improv'd on the fly.

And just to make it clear--I no longer support "the franchise" too. Because FUCK TERFS.

[pepsiboyy]

starboy part 2

P1 P2

pairing: y/n x chris sturniolo

summary: y/n, born and raised in los angeles, moves across the country to boston. when she feels like she has nobody, she makes some new friends at her new job. she grows particularly close with the sturniolo triplets, where she finds a lot in common with one of them.

warnings: just cursing

lowercase intentional!!!

author's note: hi guys! PLEASE send feedback on the story so far! part one is already doing so much better than i thought it would?? yippee???

3:37pm.

honestly, the travel from moving caused me to lose a lot of sleep. and of course, last night was the night it decided to catch up to me. expecting my body to naturally wake up somewhere between ten and noon, i didn't set an alarm and here i was, quickly changing to make it to work within the next twenty-three minutes.

i slid on my pants and stumbled as i buttoned them, putting on a belt and cursing under my breath as i struggled. with a quick glance in the mirror, i sighed and looked through a few bags to find my last essentials. some earrings, my chapstick, my earbuds and sunglasses. i slid on some socks and some dunks, quickly springing to my feet and booking it out of the door.

"are you just getting out of bed?" my mom called from the living room, where she was sipping a coffee. i scoffed and nodded, reaching into the refrigerator and grabbing a water bottle. "yeah, i think the lack of sleep finally caught up to me," i mumbled, plugging in my earbuds and sticking one into my ear. "i need to go now, though. love you mom, i'll be home later." i smiled and waved, quickly heading to the door as i placed my other earbud in my ear.

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i walked through the doors at work at 4:02, a deep sigh leaving me. i ran to the back and quickly clocked in before grasping my chest to catch my breath. the last thirty to forty-five minutes really woke me up yet tired me out at the same time.

"are you coming or what?" i heard a voice call from the customer service desk, causing me to whip my head over. "ah, yeah-! i'm sorry," i breathed, looking towards the doorway. i slipped out my earbuds and shoved them into my pocket before quickly making my way out while putting my nametag in its place.

i helped kill the line down, and when a moment finally came, i looked to the girl who had spoken to me when i clocked in. "i'm so sorry for being late. genuinely, i think the tiredness from the travel caught up to me and i woke up late." i chuckled and held out my hand. "my name's y/n, it's nice to meet you."

the girl looked down at my hand. as i was talking to her, she looked me up and down while re-applying her lip gloss. she's really pretty, i thought to myself at first. she had stick straight blonde hair and deep brown eyes.

"maeve." she stated quickly before rubbing in her lip gloss with her lips and turning away from me. i looked at her, a bit puzzled as she began collecting her things.

she was wearing a skirt. a very short one, at that. was that allowed? i remembered being told to only wear pants and none with holes. i was ripped away from my thoughts as she began walking towards the back. was she clocking out. "wait- are you.. are you already done for the day?" i stuttered, blinking a few times as i followed her and stopped at the doorway.

"i mean i'm out at 8, but i have somewhere to be," she told me, and i tilted my head. "you can do that?" i questioned, confusion plastered across my face.

"i can. you can't," she stated as she pressed the clock out button while staring directly at me. she then carefully shoved past me and began to leave.

"but i don't even know how to close," i started, but it was no use. she was already walking away and swaying her hips in a way that made my face crinkle. "excuse me?" i whipped my head over to the counter and smiled softly at the customer standing there. "sorry for the wait, how can i help you?"

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the last two hours truly went by way too fast, but my body was beginning to ache. i had asked for help countless times, and i felt terrible. what was i supposed to do? this was literally my second day on the job and i was left alone at customer service. where people as questions and expect an answer. i had maybe three answers in total today, and a lot more angry people.

i finally managed to get somebody to cover me as i made my way into the breakroom, pushing into the door and letting out a deep sigh. i looked up and was greeted with a familiar boy and a pepsi can attached to his lips, bottom of the car facing upward as he chugged.

"hey," i breathed, and he jumped so hard that it almost scared me. "shit, did i scare you? sorry." i chuckled and moved to sit beside him, making sure to leave a chair between us for respect.

chris set down the pepsi and grasped his chest, chuckling between each deep breath he took. "jesus. hi, y/n." he smiled and carefully turned to face me more. "how's it going?"

i shrugged. "i mean... it's going? i'm alone at customer service on my second day. how good can it get?" i questioned, rubbing the back of my head before looking down in my lap.

"yeah, i hear you nonstop asking for help over the walkie," he joked, and i felt my face light up. "listen, i'm trying okay?" i smiled softly and he quickly waved his hands. "no worries. there's a reason i just do inventory. you're a trooper out there." he mumbled, and i smiled to myself. that made me feel a little better, knowing i was doing something that was harder for others. and getting through it, at that.

we sat in silence for a few moments and i scrolled through my phone. putting in my earbuds as i nodded my head softly to the music. i closed my eyes softly as i allowed the music to sink into my mind, feeling myself relax.

"whbhjf lisdfnnk tgjo?"

i ripped out my earbud and stared at chris. "sorry?"

"whatcha listenin' to?" he repeated, and i chuckled.

"ah, sorry. i literally had no idea what you said." i hummed and glanced at my phone. "can u feel your face by landon cube and lil gnar." i smiled softly, and his eyes lit up. "i love that song," he replied, visibly relaxing a bit more.

i smiled softly at him as he sat beside me. i blinked a few times before moving to sit in the chair closer to him, and offered him an earbud after careful investigation to make sure it was clean.

chris smiled warmly at me and we listened to music together until our break slowly came to an end.

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i deep sigh left me as i looked over customer service. there was stuff everywhere, and i had no idea where any of it went. i felt a wave of stress run over me as i looked at the time. we closed three minutes ago, and i still had to take out the trash, wipe the counters, and go through returns and papers all over the counters and the floor.

"need some help?" i heard chris from the other side of the counter, and i smiled softly. "ah, i should be... fine..." my voice audibly sank lower with each word. chris shook his head and hopped the counter to come to the other side.

that may or may not have been the most attractive thing i had ever seen.

"i'll help you. i may not work up here but i know where things go." he mumbled and began picking some things up, making me smile softly at him. i wiped down the counters and took out the trash while chris organized the returned items and loose objects in the area.

with his help, we finished within fifteen minutes. "i really appreciate you," i breathed and smiled softly. "no problem," he started, before he paused and blinked a few times, looking over to me. "wait.. don't tell me."

i looked at him with a bit of confusion before fully turning my body to face him.

"did you walk to work again?"

i bit my lip and chuckled. "yeah, i don't really.. have any other way here." she smiled.

chris smiled and let out a soft laugh. "i can walk you home if you want?" he offered, and i blinked a few times.

"no no, please don't waste your time." i chuckled and looked down, rubbing the back of my head.

"i wouldn't be. you live right there, and i can't drive, so... i have to walk too." he chuckled, and i smiled with him.

after clocking out and collecting our things, chris and i began to walk. i held a hand against my stomach as i winced slightly. i was starving.

"you okay?"

chris's voice pulled me away from my thoughts as i turned to him and smiled shyly. "i um... haven't really eaten yet today." chris's face dropped. "y/n! we need to get food now." he scoffed as he blinked at me a few times, very clearly shocked.

"no no, please, i can get something at home. i really don't want to waste your time." i bit my lip as i looked up at him, but he shook his head fairly quickly. "y/n, i'm hungry too, so no, you aren't wasting my time... in fact, that won't ever be the case," he reassured, and i blushed slightly. "right," i nodded.

"there's a mcdonald's across the street. wanna get that?" he offered, and i smiled softly. "sure."

as we walked, he took out his airpods and handed me one of them. i smiled to myself as the music kicked on. way back by travis scott.

we reached the mcdonald's and he carefully opened the door for me. i entered and chuckled softly. "thank you, mister gentleman?" i joked, and he smirked. "don't even start," he replied, causing me to smile to myself.

"what do you get here?" i asked, looking at the large screen on the kiosk in front of us. "umm.. i don't know, it usually changes depending on what they got going on. can't fail with a ten piece though, right?" he asked, reaching over to press the button on the screen to add a ten piece chicken nugget to the order.

i smiled and nodded, pressing the same button. chris added a large fry and two medium drinks before taking out his phone and pressing it to the pinpad, apple pay visible on his phone screen. i blinked a few times.

"chris- i can pay for myself," i started, looking at him with a crinkled face. i absolutely hated when people paid for me.

"don't worry about it, i dragged you out to mcdonald's after insisting that i was hungry too," he smiled at me as his phone beeped, indicating the payment went through. i scoffed slightly. i guess he was right. "and you just got the job, so no paycheck yet," he added with a sheepish smile. i lightly smacked his arm. "shut up," i chuckled, and he laughed as we went to sit at a table and wait for our food.

my mind wandered as we sat and listened to the music playing lowly in each airpod. but then my mind landed on one thought.

"hey, you know maeve?" i questioned, blinking a few times.

chris seemed to throw his eyebrows up. "maeve, like at our work maeve?" he questioned, and i rolled my eyes. "no, the other one."

"don't be like that," he quickly responded with a soft chuckle, and i smiled. "yeah, that one."

"yeah, what about her?" he asked, and i bit my lip. "schedule said she was supposed to leave at 8, but she left at 4, right when i came in. i had no idea what i was doing for my entire shift." i mumbled and looked down. chris nodded and scoffed. "weird. she knows she shouldn't be leaving like that. pretty sure she got a warning for that a few weeks ago." he mumbled, and i nodded.

"she was kind of rude to me too, so.. i don't know, i'm probably overthinking it. sorry. i don't want to cause drama in the workplace. just wondering if she's normally like that." i mumbled, looking at my hands on the table.

chris nodded, listening closely to me. "i haven't seen her act that way before. i mean, maybe she's just upset that there's a new girl that's really pretty and she's jealous?" he stated nonchalantly, and i blushed darkly as i looked away with a soft smile.

it seemed to kick in, what chris had just said, because his face grew pink. "i mean- not that she's not pretty, even though you're prettier... but i mean not in a weird way," he rambled, and i chuckled, quickly causing him to hush.

"i appreciate it, chris." i smiled warmly, my face still red. chris chuckled shyly as he looked away.

"order 272!"

we both whipped our heads over, and before i knew it, chris was already grabbing the bag and thanking the lady who looked like she loved her job.

"ten piece for you, and ten piece for me," he stated as he pulled the items out with a bright smile. he spread out some napkins on the table and poured out the large fry before smiling proudly. "help yourself."

i chuckled. "wow, thank you," i responded and hummed, beginning to eat. i gasped as i remembered our drinks and stood up. "what do you want to drink?" i asked, standing up. he hummed softly, seemingly in deep thought.

"they only have coke products, so... i guess dr pepper will make do."

i smiled to myself. that was what i was going to get, too.

i nodded and made my way to the drink machine, deep in thought.

i had known this guy for two days and he was already making me feel nervous around him, and i didn't know how to feel about it. i swallowed and placed lids on the drinks, biting my lip. did i like chris? okay, let's be realistic. yes. i did like chris. we listened to the same music, he was cute, and a really nice guy... i guess i would see how things play out between us.

by the time i finished my thought, i was setting the drinks against the table and sitting back down across from him. "thanks, y/n/n." he mumbled, and i blinked a few times.

he looked at me mid-bite, blinking a few times. "sorry, is it okay if i call you that? i should have asked." he mumbled. he didn't seem to think of it as a big deal, but i blushed softly. i thought it was cute that he came up with a nickname for me so quickly. "i don't mind at all," i replied, smiling gently. he hummed in content.

the rest of the night was simple enough. we finished our food, talked about music, and he walked me home. it was chilly out, but i lived so close that i didn't bring anything up. when we reached my house, i sighed and turned to him. "thanks for tonight, the food and stuff.. i had a great time," i mumbled, and he smiled.

"me too. we should hang out more often. i like our vibe?" he said, a hint of confusion at the end as if he were trying not to come off as weird. i scoffed and nodded. "yeah, i agree." i hummed and began to step back towards my house. "you work tomorrow?" i asked, and he shook his head. "i'm off tomorrow. but i'd like to chat still?"

i stopped in my tracks and cocked my head to the side. "can i get your number?" he asked, and i blushed slightly. "oh, right, yeah sure..!" i stumbled over my words, and he handed me his phone.

i couldn't believe i was putting my number in this guy's phone. but i was happy i was. i smiled like a dork as i took his phone in my hands and began typing in my number. after finishing, i typed in my name with a little star emoji before handing it back to him. he furrowed his eyebrows.

"why a star?" he questioned, and i scoffed. "you know... star market?"

"i don't want to know you just for being my coworker," he muttered and smiled softly, blinking a few times. "but i'll leave it. it fits next to your name, anyways." he smiled as me and hummed. "okay, get some sleep. do you work tomorrow?" he asked, and i shook my head. "no, i'm off tomorrow."

chris smiled brightly. "same. i think nick works, but matt and i plan to hang out if you wanna tag along? i can text you about it later." he smiled, and i smiled back. "i don't want to intrude on your brother time. let me know." i replied, and he chuckled and nodded.

"text me when you get home?" i asked, and he nodded, smiling warmly at me. "i will." he hummed and stepped back. "have a good night!"

i waved and began to walk up to my porch and into my house, shutting the door.

i sighed deeply and looked up to see my mom staring at me. "who was that?"

i practically choked. "mom, why are you up?" i breathed, gripping my crewneck. "who was that? he's cute." she mumbled and i blushed darkly. "mom, he's just a guy from my work," i defended, trying to walk past her to the kitchen, but she followed quickly behind me.

"just a guy from work? y/n, you got off at midnight and it's almost two.." she smiled cheekily at me.

"he just.. offered to walk me home and we got food on the way." i mumbled, my cheeks pink. "his name's chris. he's a triplet." i smiled softly.

she throw her eyebrows up and hummed. "a triplet, huh? you don't see that every day."

"that's what i said!" i scoffed and hummed as i took a sip of my dr pepper. "anyways, i'm exhausted. i'm gonna try and get some sleep." i mumbled, and hugged my mom softly. "sleep well," she breathed, and i nodded before heading up the stairs.

-

after getting cozy and laying in bed, i made sure to set an alarm for 11am. no way i was sleeping through the day again. my phone buzzed and i turned to check it before smiling at the unknown number. i quickly changed his contact name before reading the message.

from: chris⭐ got home 🫡

i smiled softly to myself and reacted to the message with a heart, before beginning to type.

from: me glad to hear you didn't get kidnapped. going to bed?

i hummed and laid in bed, staring at my phone as it lit up my face in the darkness of my room.

from: chris⭐ nah, gonna run up some fortnite w matt

i scoffed, but that sounded about right.

from: me get that dub

i smiled softly as he reacted with a heart, and he began typing again.

from: chris⭐ i will bc u said that from: chris⭐ sleep well

i bit my lip. no way i was smiling like a little kid who just got what they had always wanted for christmas. i reacted with a heart and shut off my phone, setting it on the table beside my bed.

what have i gotten myself into?

HEYYYY heyyyy heyyyy ........ I HOPE THIS IS AWESOME SAUCE????? DEVELOPMENT FOR CHRIS AND Y/N!>"?>k@juof anyways i love u guysssss let me know what u think so far and what u guys want from this series !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! love u all

[kira-fluff]

….. can you please do “sleep with no pants” for our birthday boy kita shinsuke??? …… and make it extra spicy?? 🥹

a/n: oh. my. god. YES. i could commit tax fraud and embezzlement if he asked me to. of course. yes. yes. also, I have high alcohol tolerance so I'm not really sure how much is too much...

drunken mistakes | kita shinsuke

pairing: kita shinsuke x reader yes, this is a continuation on "sleeping with no pants on" but I decided to make it longer/special for some reason. HAPPY BIRTHDAY KITA!!! tw: fem!reader, alcohol misusage (drunkness), swearing, mutual pining, grinding, nsfw, dom!reader, sub!kita pt 1 pt 2 pt 3

it was only supposed to be one drink. that's what you'd told yourself at the beginning of the night, but you would be lying if you said you stuck to what your convictions very often. for example, you told yourself not to fall for your best friend, kita. and yet here you are, drunk and in love. anyone looking at you around your friend's apartment could see the misery on your face. they turned to each other, speaking in low voices as if you couldn't notice because you were too far gone. well, you weren't. and you knew now that they knew you're downing your eleventh shot of casamigos because of something other than "for the vibes". honestly, your facial expression probably gave it away, too, with the lame, pouty lip and mopey eyes. the thoughts and conversations surrounding you only made you yearn for another glass of something to dim the sound of your increasing heartbeat. reaching for the bottle of tequila, your eyes met with the last person you ever hoped to see that night.

fuck, and why was he checking his phone like he'd received an invite? you swore in your muddled mind you'd wring the neck of whichever piece of shit thought it would be a good idea to invite your best friend despite all of them knowing (at least, now) that you are head over heels in love with him. you cursed as he took immediate notice of you. kita.

kita

to be quite honest, I don't care much for parties or really any celebration that involves an exuberant use of alcohol. ever since high school, in fact, I'd done my very best to avoid them rather than allow myself to get sucked into caring for vomiting, regretful teens (or adults, if we're speaking in the now). still, when I'd received a text saying that she was wasted and needed a ride who could take good care of her, I already was putting on my coat and shoes, as if I wasn't awoken to my phone vibrating numerous times at 2am. I can't help it. whenever it comes to her, there's nothing I wouldn't do to get a chance to even be around her. she's my best friend, so it's not like it's a mutual thing. just me being an idiot and getting sucked into those eyes of hers. the way she looks at me. the way she smiles. it were those thoughts and memories that had me sliding into my seat at 2:15 and on my way to one of her good friends' house. when I arrived at the address and walked through the entrance, my first instinct was the text once again to find where she was at that current moment. it was a need. I needed to know she was safe. that she wasn't crying or confused or sick. my skin prickled as I felt a pair of sharp eyes on me. I lifted up my head to see two languid pupils blinking slowly at me, lips downturned and mopey.

you blinked slowly up at him. "so," you hiccuped, "you're here kita." his brows furrowed at you. you grimaced. you knew he wasn't much for alcohol, but a more rebellious part of you thought he deserved to suck it because you didn't even want him here anyway. "mm...kita...." you trailed off, unsure where you were planning to take the start of your sentence. "mm?" kita replied quietly, patiently (like he always was). "'m startin' to think I'll die single." he let out a little scoff, "stop being silly. you're drunk. go to bed." you pouted, "but no one wants to go to bed with me." he flushed, thankfully it seemed you were too drunk to notice, and asked, "how many people have you been going around asking to sleep with?" you grinned at him, "just you." kita swallowed down the words does that mean you want to sleep with me? and instead opted for a choked "ok". you leaned closer. "hey kita...? since I'm drunk..." you ran a finger up his arm. he raised an eyebrow, waiting for you to go on. "since 'm drunk, I was wonderin' if you'd indulge me for a little while..." you said, the last syllables of your sentence coming out in a sigh. "what're you-" the next sound that came from kita's throat was a moan as you lifted your thighs up and placed their plush, softness on his hard, toned ones. you leaned in, whispering in his ear, "j-just.... for a while.... b-but stop me if..." you breathed many of your words in but fuck, he didn't want you to put an end to what he'd literally been dreaming of for so long. you then began your slow, languid pace of rolling your hips against his thighs. at this point, you weren't sure what was real and what was fake... but you knew you were dreaming. but there was no way in real life his thighs were that fucking hard. scratch that, you must be in heaven, because the little pants you're hearing from him are more than you could've ever asked for. his quiet "ah"s made your drunken rhythm turn faster, causing you to snap your hips and begin to roll them against his groin, eliciting a sharp groan from his mouth. "a-ahh... w-we sh-shouldn't..." you licked a stripe up the column of his neck, shutting him up. next, you made your way to the hem of your shirt, pulling at the fabric, all whilst rolling your hips against him. in a few seconds, all that was on was a shear bralette - lingerie, of course - and all that was below. kita took inhaled a sharp breath. he was already rock hard and he had no idea what he was supposed to do other than let you have your way with him. he swore he wouldn't do anything in return. you were drunk... but he couldn't bring himself to pull you off of him. he was enjoying it all too much. he blushed again, but this time in shame. he was disgusting, getting off on your drunken mistake. suddenly, you got off of him, leaving him in a strong feeling of want. he could still feel the ghost of your thighs on his legs. but then you reached for his arm lazily, dragging him over to a bedroom. you weren't sure whose it was, just that you wanted to have your way with your best friend, just for a little while, in this lovely dream. he was so compliant. his reactions were better than you hoped for, and you were living for it.

pushing him onto the bed, he let out a grunt of surprise. "you know... I go to sleep without my pants on every night... but tonight I just might not wear anything..." kita swallowed thickly, unable to stop himself from imagining your nude form in all its glory, riding his cock. he distantly wondered if you knew what you were doing. you had something in your eyes besides that heady lust and drunkenness that had him questioning something... that maybe, just for a second, there was something there like attraction... like love. slowly, you slid your panties down, exposing your naked cunt. kita took another sharp breath at the sight of you. then, you began to go at taking his own pants off. slowly, you rubbed your hands against his erection, eliciting a groan from him, and reached for his button. unclasping it, you moved onto his zipper, slowly - painfully - moving it down. when his cock sprung free, you gasped at its size. you were shocked that something so big and thick could be hiding in his pants that now seemed entirely in the way. so, you pulled them down, now angling yourself, your entrance and the head of his cock. you both let out a groan when you sunk yourself down onto him.

kita awoke to you in his arms, naked, and his dick pressed hard against your ass. guilt washed over him again, and he wondered whether he should take his chance to escape before you could wake up and yell at him. thankfully, nothing you did was something he'd forced upon you... he had merely let you do what you wanted to him. when you moaned his name last night he thought he might lose his mind. he leaned forward, careful not to stir you awake, and kissed the top of your head. maybe you would wake up, and instead of horror... just maybe, you'd blush.. and he could tell you how much he loved you, and not just because of what you did last night. it was wishful thinking, but maybe, just maybe, you felt the same way he did.

[divinemare]

Req: Fourth Wing Violet x Xaden

Song: Dangerous Hands by Austin Giorgio

Maybe an early training session on the mat that turns a little spicy ;)

i cant believe i slept on this request for so long bcos i hadn’t seen it, I LOVED THE SONG AND WRITING THIS. i’m so sorry this took me this long to see but i hope you enjoy this. it’s short, not extra mega spicy, but i honestly liked it.

thank you so much for the req and lemme know what u think!

Dangerous Hands

FOURTH WING ONE SHOTS: Xaden x Violet

summary: just xaden being a horny for violet, honestly

tw: a lil bit of spice

Light filtered through my windows, warning that I had officially lost any chance of rest whatsoever. Only now, after hours in the dark contemplating how fucked up I was, did I come to feel the exhaustion of a night without sleep.

As I slowly rose from my bed, stretching my muscles and massaging my neck in search of false relief for my aching muscles, the pressure in my chest that hadn't left me all night increased in intensity to the point where I felt a fire burning inside me for every memory that came back to me.

Her mouth; so close to mine, her legs; spread wide as I lay on top of her, her chest; rising and falling with such acceleration as sweat drenched her body, and her hands; her fucking hands, all over me like chains that wanted to plunge me into the depths of hell.

Who knew, that a woman who looks so innocent could have such dangerous hands. I craved her in the morning like a mad man, I craved her in the night like a starving man, I craved her every fucking hour of every fucking day like a desperate man.

There was no hour, no minute, not even a second, when I wasn't cursing myself for not being able to stop thinking about what Violet's hands could do to my body. To my whole body.

Including that stupid piece that kept pressing on my trousers with the memory of her chest pressed to mine as her dagger, the one I'd custom made for her, was pressed into my neck last night.

Her heartbeat matched mine as her open lips made way for my mind to imagine scenarios where, that same mouth, was open wrapped around my dick.

I had no fucking idea how I was going to get on with my day, to see her, and not think of all the things I wanted to do to her when she was underneath me on the floor last night.

"You can do better than that," I said to Violet as I sent another of her daggers flying away.

Violet rolled her eyes in irritation, causing that tick in my chest to rise in intensity and a smile to pull my lips sideways.

"Shut up," her attack came fast and accurate, and I couldn't help the small low chuckle as I dodged her attacks and launched my own.

From one moment to the next, Violet had me on the ground, a moment's distraction was all it took for her to find my weak spot and exploit it, just as I taught her. But here it turns out, my weak spot, was the whole woman who was now on top of me. The very peace in all my war.

"You’re not laughing so much now, huh," she said between quickened breaths as she carefully placed her knee on my dick.

"I taught you well, Sorrengail," I smiled sideways, hiding that burning desire to wrench the smile from her face with my lips on hers.

Damn, I was so hot, I wondered if Tairn and Sgaeyl were doing their thing. Or if what I was feeling for Violet was simply getting out of hand.

"But I must do a little better," my hand flew to her throat and, without pressing too hard, I rolled her on her side to position myself on top of her, her throat still under my hand.

There were lines I still didn't know if I was crossing with her, thoughts that kept me awake at night, my secrets haunting the infinite possibilities of fucking all this up. But as long as I held her like this, close to me, with my body pressed into hers and my heart beating to the same rhythm, it all stopped mattering.

Everything except the absurd desire that invaded me to kiss her, to touch her, to make sure that everything in her was mine, and everything in me was hers.

Then a dagger was pressed to my throat, and my dick pulse it hurt.

"Fuck, Violet," I closed my eyes at the feeling of the cold dagger, unable to look into her eyes that were silently begging me to tear her apart.

"What?" She asked, her chest rising and falling with the intensity of the workout we were in, but her eyes detonating a mischief that added fuel to my fire. "Am I doing it too good?"

"Too fucking good," with the hand I still held on her neck I began to make circles with my thumb on her throat, moving down her chest until I reached her breasts.

Her back arched into me, as if asking me to touch her, not to stop, so I did, I squeezed her breast and made her sigh, gasp with the same desire that was already pressing in my trousers so hard I felt like I was going to explode. The dagger in her hands fell the moment I slipped my hand under her shirt and started playing with her already hard nipple.

Her hands went to my ass, squeezing it and pulling my hips closer to hers, my dick to her own pants.

A soft moan at the contact caused me to crash my mouth against hers to silence the sound of pleasure.

"We don't want to make too much noise, now we, Violence, or they're going to know we're not exactly training before I can make you explode with real pleasure."

"You're way too confident," she taunted, but the flash of pleasure and hunger in her eyes gave away how aware she was of all the ways I could make her come on this mat.

"Oh, and I'm about to show you just how much," as I brought my lips to her ear to murmur the words, I made sure to press my erection against hers and rub until her gasps flooded my chest with burning desire.

Just as my sanity was lost in her sounds, her dangerous hands crept upon my body, her touch leaving traces like a feather of flames.

[tojiscumdumpster]

⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀ PART THREE - TOJI

⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀summary page

✧ content warnings su*icidal thoughts (very brief. just one sentence)

God, she’s so damn pretty. Ten years later, and Y/N looks the same as before. Actually, no. She’s gotten more gorgeous. What came with age was fuller curves and a rounder face. But her deep brown complexion still shines the same when the sun kisses her skin. 

 I watched her sleep like a creep after I made love to her and that tight pussy. Talk about being dead. I feel alive after fucking Y/N. After being reunited after so many years. After saying… saying I love her.

 It was never my intention to stop by Y/N’s apartment after seeing my kid. Hell, I didn’t even think she would still be living here, but I had to check. And I’m glad that I did. 

 Maybe it was selfish of me to come see Y/N when, based on her reaction, knew that I was dead. Me coming here probably hurts more and gives her the illusion that I’ll be here forever. 

 I’m not. 

 I’m temporary. Just how it was ten years ago because I always knew I wasn’t going to last long in this world. 

 And even when I knew that I still pursued Y/N. I’m not saying it with pride, but I don’t care. I needed her. I needed that fucking addicting energy. 

 Then, when I realized I love her… she wasn’t going anywhere. I wouldn’t let her. So, yeah. Maybe I’m a dick for building a temporary connection with Y/N, but what I had with her was one of my best memories. And I don’t keep many of those.

 But soon, that’ll come to an end.

  Again . 

 I can’t stay here forever. Not even for another hour. I have to go now because any longer I’ll become more than selfish. 

 “You like what you see?” Y/N’s asks, pulling me back to reality. She’s awake, and there’s this type of sexiness in her sleepy voice that makes me hard. 

 I gently push her coils away from her forehead. “Always.”

 “…What happened?”

 Already knowing what she’s talking about, I began answering her question.

 “That white-haired brat that I sent to tell you I’m not coming killed me. I got too fucking cocky.” 

 “So how are you here right now?” 

 I sit up, looking at my hand then to her. “Honestly… I don’t know. It had something to do with that cursed technique shit I told you about.”

 “I see.” She looked down and I took notice of her eyes watering. 

 I caress her cheeks. “Don’t cry for me, sweets.”

 “Ten years, Toji. Ten years I went without you. Been without you. Everything was robbed from us,” she explains. “It was hard for me to adjust to your death. Still is, but I’m trying.”

 When I look at her, I see someone broken. Hurt. Betrayed. She’s crying for me because of me. I made the wrong decision… Here I am, yet again, being the cause of Y/N’s pain. 

 “I waited a week for you, and you never came back. I even said a pep talk to myself to leave you alone when I saw you again. Who knew that would’ve been my permanent reality.”

 “I’m sorry, sweets, but you’re an angel,” I say to her, rubbing her bottom lip with my thumb.  “You were never meant to be with someone like me. We wouldn’t have lasted even if I wasn’t killed.”

  What am I doing?

 A frown forms between her brows. “What are you talking about? Why do you keep saying that?” She also sits up to look me dead on. “You’ve been saying this since we met, Toji. I’m a fully grown adult and more than capable to dictate who can and cannot be in my life. Why don’t you understand that I love you?”

 “Because I’m not a lovable person. I’m not meant to have love.”

  I serve no purpose in this world. 

 “Yet here I am, loving you. I’ve loved you for ten years! Even after you were killed, I desired only you. You ,”—she points her finger at my chest— “own my heart. I don’t want anyone else, but you and I can’t even have you because you’re dead. I don’t know how you’re here right now–I might be fucking hallucinating, but you’re dead!”

 Her breaths are shallow and tears stream down her face. How can someone look so beautiful while in pain? 

 Y/N is right. I am dead. If I can take a guess, I was summoned to wreak havoc. But rather than doing that, I came to see her one last time. I should’ve killed myself after I came across my kid. 

 Coming here was a mistake. 

 She makes me feel like… a human. These emotions brewing inside of me creates an attachment to a world I have no reason being in. Y/N is my attachment. No matter how many times I try to see myself as less than a human, her love will always give me hope to a reality I didn’t think was possible. 

 Coming here wasn’t a mistake. Walking out her door ten years ago was.

 I didn’t mean to hurt her. Not like this. 

 “I have to go,” I say, abruptly, leaving her bed to head toward the balcony. I knew I wouldn’t be here for long, so after we had sex, my clothes were back on. 

 I just wanted to spend a bit more time with her. 

 “What-where are you going?” She gets out of bed, bare body on display, to follow me. “Toji, where are you going?”

 “I shouldn’t have come.”

 “What? Why?” she asks, sounding frantic. “Fuck, where’s my shirt? Where’s my fucking shirt?”

 By now, I’m at the edge of the balcony, ready to leave. I look back at Y/N to see her put on clothes to follow me. I look back to see the woman I love and the life I could’ve had.

 Growing old and being with someone forever sounds like hell. But with Y/N? It would’ve been more than worth it. She even had optimism to believe I can make amends with my kid. 

  I don’t want to leave her. Not again. 

Before I leave, I go to her one last time and place a soft kiss on her forehead, halting her from her movements. Y/N is breathless, but still manages to take my fucking breath away. 

 God, I’m going to fucking miss her. 

 “Toji, please don’t leave me. Not yet. Just a little longer, baby.”

 “I can’t.”

 “You can’t or you won’t?” she asks, accusingly.

  Both .

 “Looks like I was able to keep my promise.” I try to leave, but she grabs my hand.

 “Toji! No, please. Please, don’t leave me. We can figure something out. Just stay. I can’t do this alone.”

 It’ll be hard, but you can. Someone will be good enough to love you properly.

 “Why did you come back? Why did you tell me you love me just to leave? Just to say you kept the fucking promise?”

 “I said I would come back to you and say it. That’s what I did,” I argued.

 “So stay now! Stay with me! I don’t give a shit about your nihilistic attitude. Do this for me. For once, don’t be selfish.”

 “I c-”

 “You know what? I hate you. I hate you so much, Toji. You just keep hurting me over and over again, and I never learn. Why can’t you just do this for me?” She falls to her knees and begins sobbing uncontrollably. “ Please… just for me.”

 I wish you can understand how badly I fucking love you.

 “Goodbye, Y/N.”

 If I stayed any longer, I knew it would be harder for me to leave. I jumped over the balcony and left Y/N crying in her apartment. She screams, cries, curses at me any and every emotion that comes to that pretty mind of hers, causing my empty heart to feel the same way it did on the day I was killed.

  Broken .

 I thought maybe after my wife died long ago, I would reaffirm my identity by fighting that Gojo brat. To go against the Zen’in Clan and prove to them I’m not a fuck up. That they should fear someone like me who lacks cursed energy. 

 I thought love made me weak. 

 I allowed my pride to get the best of me.

 Now, having love taken away from me for the second time, makes me regret warping to my usual self. I kept fucking saying I held no purpose in the sorcerer world, but I continued fighting in it. Just to stroke my ego.

 I had a chance to feel like a human again and fucked it up by leaving Y/N that day. I don’t know how many times I have to tell her that I’m sorry, but I am.

 I’m so sorry, sweets.

 Another selfish thing for me to ask is to forgive me. So maybe if we found each other in another life, I could love you properly.

 That’s the only thing I’ll beg for while I’m atoning my sins in the afterlife.

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THE END.

hello. thank you for reading until the end. if you're interesting in continuing this couple's journey, i suggest you read, words i've finally said.

[kayslibrary]

Ride baby Ride.....

A/n~ HEYOOOO, I'm alive and well as you can tell I just took an unexpected break that's all. How's everyone's week? I know some of you are already in school, I don't go back until September 5th so I have some more time to procrastinate my summer assignments. Anyhow, I've decided that I was gonna write more smut because I wanted to master it art of crafting the scenarios I think about as I sleep so enjoy this poorly written out dream I had :)

Warnings~ Smut (duh) / use of the word "slut" it's only used once so it's not too bad / Reader has girl parts just to be aware / namecalling/cursing...I think that's it Lmk if I missed anything.

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“Ride my face, Pretty Girl.” George breathed as you looked at him with a Confused face, “What- I can’t! What if I-"Honey baby darling I would die a happy man between those thighs…so park that pussy on.my.face.” he jokes reassuringly. “That's it..so pretty for me.” He Purrs when you Position your thighs on each side of his head. “All for you Georgie...All for you” you heaved. “All mine” George mumbled before Wrapping his arms tightly around your Thighs, Pulling you onto his face. “Fuc-Fuck feels so good” you Gasp, feeling his tongue Lick a long stripe along your slit. “You taste divine My love” George muffled beneath you. You Moan and gasp for air as you feel him focus his mouth on your clit, kissing and sucking the sensitive bundle of nerves. “Im gonna..m’ gonna cum George fuck I can feel it..” you choked, feeling your climax fastly approaching unable to stop yourself. “Cum for me slut.” He instructs as you let go, Grinding and moaning unable to stop as you ride out your orgasm on his face. “That was so so soo sexy baby..we might have to do this more often” he Suggests as he lets go of your thighs, allowing you to get up “I’ll think about it,” you say.

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I honestly lost a lot of inspiration and motivation to keep writing for a bit so I think I just needed a good brain break and some sleep, but I think I ate this uppp I got horny by my own work I'm proud of myself fr, if you guys wanna see something that I haven't thought of yet..don't be afraid to ask me in my ask box and I'll tackle it at some point.

Have a good day Pookies!!! love ya

[faustianfascination]

Pain Points

Decided to write a little something for @venulus Learning How to Love Myself Creation Challenge. It's a little out of my comfort zone as I tend to prefer writing about characters not myself but felt like giving it a try. One of the things that comes with chronic illness is sometimes the lack of logic that comes to body modification when you spend most of your time in pain, and this is a conversation I've had to have multiple times and I wanted to explore it here. This is a rough work but I hope you enjoy!

1577 words SFW Ikemen Vampire Pairing: Faust x Reader (self insert) Comfort, fluff, post argument, chronic illness, fibromyalgia, tattoos, self love, self acceptance

Never go to bed on an argument, that’s what my parents always said. Yet, I’d decided to sleep in another room in the castle and slipped away early in the morning before Faust was awake just to avoid talking to him, and he really didn’t deserve it but my pride was too strong to admit that right now. The needle danced across my hip, moving with practiced ease as the stencil became etched into my skin, floral motifs and gothic architecture becoming one with my flesh as I made my body anew. It hurt, stabbing, throbbing, making my twitch, shiver and hold my breath instinctively-despite my tattoo artist reminding me she needs me to breathe as she worked up my side. Honestly, I wasn’t far off having a little cry.

There hits a point with pain where it feels almost good, not quite the sexual pleasure that comes from rough play but something else, something a little different. Coenobites and their quest for sensation irregardless of pleasure or pain came to mind, because pain was inevitable in life, especially in mine which made seeking out a tattooists needle seem contradictory. But, there was a difference, this pain was a pain of my own choosing, pain I had agency over. It hurt, the grazed flesh of my body would hurt and heal for days, but unlike the pain from my fibromyalgia this made me feel better about myself. It wasn’t the pain of my own body rebelling, curtailing my plans and placing limitations on my day, stopping me from thinking, from feeling like me. This wasn’t the pain that made me want to die, it was the pain that made me want to live. Which is a difficult thing to explain. Something I didn’t even try to explain last night when Faust questioned why, after a particularly debilitating flare up I was opting to go through with a day long tattoo session. It wasn’t a comment laced with mockery or malice, just a question of why after being in pain for days, when I’m finally getting over it I’m opting for more. For something, he considered ‘frivolous’. Truthfully, that word was the trigger that my already volatile head space needed to go straight into attack mode; and attack I did. Like a chunk of potassium hitting water it ignited a nasty fight that ended with me cursing him out, slamming the door and locking myself into a spare room. Perhaps the tears threatening to leak from my eyes were more to do with hurting him than the hurt I was feeling on my skin.

A cursory knock on the door before I let myself in as quietly as possible, his back to me as he worked at his desk, books scattered everywhere, surprisingly more disorganised than yesterday confirming my fear that he probably didn’t sleep. It was my fault and the paltry dinner balanced on the tray in my hands was no where near enough to apologise. I set the tray down on a table and moved closer to him, he may not have acknowledged my entrance but I knew he knew I was here so quietly as a cat I moved closer to him until I could wrap my arms around him from behind, his scent and warmth filling my senses, always making my heart flutter even when I felt guilty as sin. I could feel his body stiffen under my touch which hurt, his breath hitched as he waited for me to make the first move.

“Johan, can we talk?” my quiet voice said into his back. The tenseness indicating that he was still upset, which he had every right to be. He’d been a wonderful partner during the worst of my flare up, no matter how much I cried in pain, frustration he held me close. Comforted me in his own way, was there to rub sore stiff muscles and help manage my pain only to me met with the sharpest side of my tongue. He didn’t respond, only he steady breathe filling the gap where I wanted his voice to be “Johan, please. I’m sorry” I pleaded while gripping him tighter, finally feeling him starting to relax under my touch, a deep sigh preceding his answer “Yes” he said, his voice softer than usual as he turned in my arms and pulled me into his chest. I relished being in his arms, now more than ever as I gently cupped his cheek and raised my eyes to his “Johan, I’m sorry. It was wrong to talk to you like that, to yell at you like that, it was cruel and there aren’t words to convey how sorry I am. I love you so much, but it wasn’t right to lash out at you” my voice was trembling as I tried to get across how sorry I was, how much I regretted hurting him. It was his forehead pressing to mine, the quiet intimacy of being like this that made the tears I’d been holding back finally fall as he held me close to his chest; his hands rubbing gentle circles over my back. ”Perhaps my bluntness was unwarranted, however I did not appreciate being on the end of your ire….but I forgive you. I just wanted to understand why you chose to go get tattooed when you’ve been so ill. It’s not a logical decision no matter how much I try to figure it out. Why seek out more pain?” his voice was soft, still seeking out an answer but trying not to fall into last nights trap. It’s an answer I’d been formulating all day, but now with his scent in my nose and my guard was down all my well practiced words fell out of my head.

He didn’t push, sat down on the armchair and pulled me into his lap, giving me the space to formulate my answer, careful not to put pressure on my newly inked hip and flank.

“Pain is a constant for me, it’s a daily frustration, it’s debilitating. So, you are correct it’s not a logical course of action. However, getting tattooed is pain. But it’s a pain that I get to choose, that I get something from” his eyes never left mine as I explained “It hurts, but unlike fibro pain it gives me something that makes me feel like I have some semblance of control over my body. Being able to make it something I find more pleasing, more…myself. It makes me feel, even on my worse days a more confident and beautiful version of myself. It’s a comfort when the pain I have no control over flares, it reminds me of who I am when I feel like nothing” the words were clumsy, but they finally came and it felt cathartic saying it out loud, but there was still a fear that he wouldn’t understand.

“Your body is beautiful to me no matter the decoration, I have no problem with your unadorned flesh” he said cupping my cheek and holding me in his hazel gaze.

“I understand that, but it’s not about how you see me. It’s about how I see myself, how I want to be seen, how I want to feel about myself. I don’t mean to make that sound like you don’t matter, but it’s still the skin I have to inhabit” I kept my tone even trying not to sound harsh.

He sat quietly for the moment processing what I said, thankfully he didn’t look hurt or offended finally saying “It’s not a position I’d considered, but there is a logic there and I understand what you’re trying to say. I’m not offended” he concluded by kissing me on the tip of my nose and wrapping his arms around me tighter. His response made a knot in my stomach loosen, and my body finally fully relaxed into his arms. Johan took that as the cue to finally kiss me deeply, more comforting that intending to seduce and it felt like the storm had finally passed.

“May I see?” his voice came after a little while being cuddled up in the wingback and shaking the stiffness from my body I obliged his curiosity by getting up and standing in front of him to show the tapestry of motifs stretching down my side. His eye scanned the newly decorated skin, despite it’s grazed and weeping condition, the designs were strong black like medieval woodcuts. His breath caught at one particular point, the point in the design where he found a little tribute to him

“That’s the re-” ”Yes, for you” I cut in “you’re influence is literally etched into my flesh now” I said recalling the reference to the rebis that I’d worked into the design, the divine hermaphrodite and the great work of alchemy. It was a quick, but I swore he looked a little misty eyed before his usual arrogance crept into his expression. Suddenly he stood and I was lifted into his arms princess style and he was striding towards the door ”Fresh wounds need washing and care do they not?” he said with a seductive smirk appearing on his face “I would be remiss not to take you to the baths now wouldn’t I?” ”No baths, only showers while it heals” I cut in remembering the the aftercare instructions ”Then a shower it shall be” he chuckled as we began our journey through the dark castle.

[satoruzlove]

- festive season hcs

with a little twist;)

suna rin , kuroo tetsurou , atsumu miya, osamu miya , sakusa kiyoomi

! lots n lots of fluff, mentions of food / eating , curse words ,i think i said the word assault, probably time skip spoilers,spoilers as to whether santa is real or not, alcohol mention in both the miyas’ part!

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r suna !

• honestly just does what u’d wanna do cus he isn’t suuuper into decorating or anything

•if ur like that too then your christmas is rly mellow. u guys put up the christmas tree and get eachother gifts, play in some snow n take cute pics but that’s pretty much it

•lots of christmas movie cuddles though ,, sees it as an opportunity to just be close with u

• he would want a fire place hang out session. u guys find every single pillow in the house n pile it in front of the flame ( safe distance . dw ) and make some hot coco. at first you guys are just in silence, then rin may start a conversation by saying something about how “ y,know, my sister would’ve loved this kinda thing, ‘wanna visit her soon,”

•honestly only holds it dear to him because he loved watching his sister grow up and open presents with a look of pure joy on her face </3

• EXCELLENT GIFT GIVER. ALSO GOOD AT HIDING THEM

•gets u guys matching scratchy sweaters n urs has a little kitty w a santa hat on it

•his has a tree and a biiiiig star on the top with a smiley face on it

•if u suggest , he’d have a BALL making cookies w u . there’s flour everywhere, he’s flung the dough at u in little balls , he’s licking his lips to make sugar stick to it and then kissing you all over

• eventually when they’re made he eats them and then proceeds to look at u in the eye and say they taste like the sound of ur laughter cus u guys were having fun while making them

•keeps eating but then realises how fucking cheesy that was n looks at u, n ur just like 😦

•never ever lives it down

•his ig highlight of u has like +50 new pics of u guys making cookies, waiting for them to bake n then him eating them

•you had to slap him like three times to make sure he didn’t eat the dough

• “ idc about solomon or whatever is in the eggs, life is short”

•he doesn’t get ‘solomon’ thankfully

•the night before you come home from work to see this unreasonably large pile of gifts under the tree that wasn’t there when u left

•n of course u still had urs hidden cus rin is annoying and would open them if he so much as smelt the wrapping paper

•so he comes n finds u and goes “ before you say anything, i know i can’t wrap for shit “ and ur like??? but when u look closer you see it.

•the paper is crumpled beyond your wildest dreams, theres rips covered up with tape and a lot of tiny bows to cover the rest that were a little too big

•honestly , a for effort

• you guys go to sleep in the ugly sweaters and when you wake up rin isn’t there anymore

•you go downstairs n he’s doing smth in the kitchen

•you sneak up behind him and he’s making those cute santa head pancakes with the banana beard

•they were so good

•b4 u open gifts he stops u n he’s like i wanna give u one myself first

•n it’s this tiiiny little box. fits in ur palm

•u open it and there’s a fucking zip tie on it so u struggle for like five minutes b4 getting scissors to cut it

•and u open it up, and it’s a gorgeous little ring

•with sapphire ( to match his eyes, he later explains ) in the middle

• you inspect it and you see “ because we are my favorite gift i’ve ever received “ scrawled beautifully into the metal of the band

•he smiles at the stupid look on ur face and goes “ i know marriage isn’t a thing we want right now, so a promise ring is the next best thing.”

•he has a matching one with a stone that holds your eye colour too

•told u he was good at gifts 🤷🏽‍♀️.

t kuroo !

•oh my god

•the tree is up in mid november and he’s already humming along to christmas music as he’s making lunch for u

•BEGGED U to paint little christmas trees or bobbles ( what do u guys call them, ornaments, i have no idea ) on his nails- will tell everyone at the office about how , “ my baby did them for me, aren’t they so festive ?”

•if you tell him it’s early he’ll scoff directly at u and go “ it’s never to early to be festive , you little grinch incarnate”

•you don’t miss the way he smiles at u lovingly when ur whistle along to his corny , crappy christmas music

•cue kuroo attempting to hit a mariah carey high note in ‘ all i want for christmas is you ‘ and bowing when he’s done like he didn’t just assault your ears

•you clap anyway cus he looks proud

•buys peppermint sticks n sucks on them randomly and will stick them in ur face. his speech is slurred with spit and by the candy as he says ,” bite “ but he TRICKS U and keeps it in his mouth so u can kiss him

•buys u corny matching christmas shirts with the shittily printed words on them

• FORCES u to wear them too

•he has these rly cute reindeer sockies and he slides around on the hard wood floors when he hears ,” it’s a holly , jolly christmas !” come from the radio, he almost fell directly onto his ass. he says he saw his life flash before his eyes

•when christmas eve rolls around you guys leave out milk n ( shop bought ) cookies for santa . u pretend that u didn’t notice him out of ur arms at 3am, n that u didn’t hear him almost drop the cup trying to wash it

•when u wake up he’s STARING at u like the fucking weirdo he is and he’s like gm bae and ur like bro fuck off holy shit

•you guys brush ur teeth, shower ( he didn’t wanna ) and go down

•you both left the presents there beforehand but he’s still so excited lol

•you’re opening up a present with some clothes folded and you feel smth hard

•it was a round box of reddish velvet

•you glance at him with a raised brow and he takes it from u, asking u to stand up. u obviously tell him to piss off but he eventually convinces u to stand

•he’s now on one knee and ur like ??? TETSUROU

•he opens the box n it’s a pretty simple silver band with a diamond in the middle

• he takes in the way ur eyes well up and ur lip wobbles, eyes searching his to make sure this isn’t a joke. he assures u it isnt.

• “ but tetsu -“

“ i wanna spend my life with you, baby,” his voice lowers to a whisper,” if you’ll have me, god i’d love if you’d have me. i’m already so blessed to be with you, i can’t imagine what it’d feel like to have you forever.”

• I WILL NOT FUCKING CRY

• you accept OBVIOUSLY

•you spend the rest of the day toying around with y’all’s gifts n making phone calls to his dad, grand parents, your parents and friends about the proposal

• “ damn, u fr stuck with him now ” - kozume , 2022 ( or whenever idc leave me alone )

•yalls fav christmas. he has a polaroid in his phone case from that day, the date messily written in sharpie and a lipstick stamp of your own on the side.

a miya !

•bye

•stop immediately

• “BABY DO YK WHAT DAY IT IS?”

“ ,, thursday ?”

“ITS THE FIRST OF DECEMBER.”!!!3;£&:92;£&:2@!!!!!”

•the entire team knows that atsumu LOVES christmas because who doesn’t like a festive for gifts, good food and movies ? crazy people .

•never lets osamu breathe cus they have christmas dishes at the restaurant and “ as your brother, you gottaaaaa let me try it first .”

•drags u along too but samu doesn’t mind cus ur nice

•comes up to u randomly and goes “ there’s *insert number* days left til christmas, babes, can you BELIEVE IT???!”

•however if the topic sticks too long he starts getting emotional and saying how he’s already spent another year with you, and it still feels like a couple weeks because the relationship is ‘ so timeless’ , how he’s gonna spend the rest of his years with you

•he did cry until u calmed him down lol

•if ur into baking he will FLIP OUT and say how that’s so cool, and he’ll watch u baking. asks “ what’s that for? “ every few minutes n be your personal spoon licker

•lots of huggles by the fire and spilt hot coco

•gets extra clingy bcus it’s cold ):

•rly likes the smell of ginger bread n got u a lotion that’s scented like it so when u wear it he just

•clings to u

•takes out his snowman sleeping mask n wears it religiously even tho he ends up sliding it off in his sleep

•the days approaching christmas are absolutely mad because the malls n shopping centres r PACKED but tsum refuses to stay in the house

•begs u to sit on santa’s lap so he can take pictures and the person playing santa thinks it’s funny n play along

•he now has that picture on the fridge n looks at it for like an hour every day cus you look so cute

•on christmas eve you guys sit down and wrap up gifts for your friends and family, giggling and throwing balls of paper at eachother.

• he looks so proud when he wraps his first one with no mistakes lololol

•he did get a paper cut

• “ baby, i’m injured, kiss my finger ):”

“ no tsumu”

“ can’t believe it’s almost christmas and yer being so mean. where’s the holiday spirit ? yer like the grinch. “

“ what was that last bit ?”

“ nOTHING BABY.”

• on the actual day you guys go to a party at hinata’s and he says he’s got plans for after

•most of the day is spent chatting to his guys, taking cute pictures with bokuto’s girlfriend, nearly throwing up seeing hinata and kags eyeing eachother

•when it’s all over you guys get in the car and you drive bcus tsum had eggnog

•he drowsily reminds you of his plans and tells you where to drive

• he’s gazing at you from behind his lashes as u drive, nodding when he gives u directions

• you end up at this park place with a lake, and it’s so shimmery in the moonlight

•he’s pretty sobered up, so he walks you to a tree with fairy lights on it and you’re a little confused - but happy

• “ baby, y’know why i brought you here?”

“ to fuck? to drown me?”

“ wh- nO YN ARE YOU CRAZY?”

•he urges you to sit and you do, for a moment you guys are quiet . his hand around you as you watch the moons essence dance and lurch over the water of the lake

•he turns to you, eyes sparkling and hooded as he speaks to you. it’s almost like he’s sending you affection via his eyes

•” i love you, yn”, he starts, turning to you and hand dipping into his coat. “ i think i always have. loved you, been inlove with you, and i know you feel the same. i think that’s the killer ,” he chuckles, holding a box. you know what’s coming . you’re ready. you feel a bump in your throat and affection well up in your chest. “ the fact that you want me, as annoying and fuckin’ childish as i can be sometimes,” he fiddles with the box- embarrassed. you lift his chin to meet your eyes again. you see his brows crease in weakness at your actions. “ i love ya, miya. “

•you pause and you smirk at him like “ miya????” and that’s when he pulls out the box, angling himself into his knees and looking at you.

•” if you’d make me the happiest man on earth and be a miya, that is. “

o miya !

•likes the basics : decorating , some christmas music , likes holding a big christmas dinner with his family ( + tsumu’s partner bcus they’re family now )

• absolutely HAS to make a gingerbread house with u and he will teach u how to make everything from scratch

• u guys are constructing it , slathering on icing to stick the slabs of biscuit together and ur all focused

• he’s wearing the ‘ kiss me !’ apron that u got him, thick hands gently placing sweets to mimic bushes near the house, his grey eyes are on u the WHOLE time

• he thinks u look so pretty when ur not trying to be

•he’ll say ,” lover” and u look up, he’s just asking “ does this look funny ? the way i placed it?” but he knows it looks wonderful. he just wants u to say it cus it makes him feel fuzzy.

•when it’s done u stand back from it together, his arm around u and ur PROUD cus it’s so cute

•later he takes out some egg nog you two made together, sits down with u and u just chat about the years thats ( nearly ) passed. he’s running his hands up n down ur calves , laughing every so often , nodding , passing sarcastic comments

•it feels very home-y with the soft , jazzy christmas music in the back

•when he tells u about the dinner he’s planning he urges u to invite ur family too, and it’s kinda a big thing 4 u guys

• he was planning on holding it at the shop , since it’d be closed for christmas

•you guys prep together- making the food, planning a seating chart ( “ this feels so fancy, like a wedding ! “ wink wink ), he almost seems stressed.

• when you ask about it, you see his eyes glint softly and he reassures you that he just needs it to be perfect for your guys’ family

•so the prep goes on normally and he thinks he’s fallen for you all over again with how helpful, positive and over all amazing you are as a team

•the day comes and in the morning you guys unwrap the gifts you’ve gotten for eachother, and he seems spacy as HELL

• again, when asked about it he says he’s just thinking about the dinner

•so you show up to the restaurant and the families are THERE . shits getting real and you’re hella nervy

•him and atsumu are being absolutely chaotic- it’s so entertaining lol

•” AAAAA SAMU CMERE!! GIMME SOME SUGAR !!!”

“ tSUMU STOP TOUCHIN ME YA DAMN ANIMAL YER COVERED IN SNOW.”

•rest of the night consists of their grandma saying how pretty / handsome / good looking u are 😔

• at some point samu stands on a table and dings his glass with a fork , and ur kinda confused but ur smiling heavily at his durpy expression

• you can tell he’s had one too many beers- but you don’t stop him , he looks happy and he’s probably gonna say something sappy

• he starts speaking and throws his cap to the ground as he starts ,” family , friends , merry christmas,” he says, earning a ripple of claps from your loved ones and his. you cheer, and he smiles at you- his gaze doesn’t move as he continues. “ christmas has different meanings for everyone, but for me, i use it to be close to people i love. people that mean something- everything to me. “

• his arm raises to gesture to you, and your face is flushed red, “ my partner , yn, we’ve been dating since college. that’s , what? , 8 years ? and today i’m ending that.” his words cause your stomach to drop and tsumu looks up at him - confused and almost angry- looking. osamu only chuckles.

• you feel like you’re gonna fucking cry

• he steps down from the table , “ yn ln, i don’t want to be your boyfriend anymore,” he walks closer and you can tell that your family is becoming restless, tension beading up in the air and threatening to crush you.

• the man pulls something from his pocket , and before you know it hes on his knee. the room is full of gasps, cheers, mutters of ‘ oh my god!’ ,’ someone record !’ as he opens the box. a ring.

•” baby, “ he says, goofy smile on his face ,” can i be your husband instead?”

• everyone is SCREAMING.

• tsumu is crying , your mother is crying , YOURE FUCKING CRYING

• you nod your head and he picks u up, spinning you around and kissing u

•the ring is a perfect fit , and amongst all the screams he whispers ,” fits like a glove . just like us. forever .”

•now yk why he was so stressed out😔

k sakusa !

•he wants this to b over wdym

• he hates how busy and bustling everything gets, and to make matters worse his s/o wants to decorate the whole damn house. which means that they have to go out and get the deco.

•he’s all masked up and ready, n you prance out the room wearing a cute little christmas outfit. he’s pretending he dgaf but he’s smiling so hard behind his mask

•you guys get driving n you’re chatting up a storm, “ omi, do you think we should have a colour scheme ?” , “ ooo baby, what if we got a white tree hm?” , “ AHH OMI LOOK A SNOWWW MAANNN!!”

•he’s just smiling at you cus stfu ur such a sweet little baby

•when u get to the shop ur going so feral cus there’s everything u want n more

•u start with lights , then tinsel, little spray on snow for ur pretty glass doors at home, a couple reefs , some candles

• he keeps complaining about how cluttered the house is gonna be , but you’re shushing him and telling him it’ll be just fine

•so when it comes time to pick a tree , you make him pick

•he’s holding your hand, fingers laced and whenever he sees a pretty one he tugs on your fingers

• you hum a, ‘ ‘s your choice , omi ‘ and he groans because WHY CANT U CHOOSE

• he eventually comes across a tall, dark green tree and ur very pleased with him

• so u take it home, blah blah unpack blah

• DECORATING TIME

• u switch on some of that corny music he hates and when he’s walking up to you , you take his hands

• bro is confused until you start swaying , your hands finding his waist and his lacing behind your neck

•he’s blushing profusely, muttering how ,” i can’t believe you’re forcing me to slow dance to this bullshit “

•he allows you to though, and he can’t help the big grin on his face when you attempt to twirl him, when he dips you and especially when you draw him in real close

• you mutter the words of the song against his lips, and all of a sudden nothing matters. not the festive, the decorations, the world. it’s just you two- exactly how he likes it.

• the song fades away and you two stand like that for a bit , his lips pressing ghostly, gentle kisses onto the warm skin of your cheeks

• the decorating eventually starts 😔😔

•it starts fine

• but it doesn’t end fine

• the first annoyance was the needles getting everywhere and him complaining about it

•but you ignored it and he got over himself

•you’re placing the bobbles everywhere and you start ducking behind the tree whenever he glances at you

•he’s like ?? the fuck but you keep doing it and giggling . he feels challenged in his soul

•” i can see you, yn,” he says . you don’t reply , just going into the opposite side of the tree where you’re no longer in his line of sight

•he has an idea , and sneaks onto that side. he’s confused

• you’re not there

• before he can turn around , a loud THWACK is heard and a pillow is in his face

•you’ve done it now.

• he scoffs, tackling you into the carpeted floor of your luxurious house. he’s tickling your sides , your giggles and pleas music to his ears. his smile reaches those same ears - as he laughs he’s teasing you. “ you think you can whack me and get away with it, huh? huh??”

•you’re shaking your head vigorously, apologizing but he only tickles more and blows raspberries onto your neck. even he’s laughing uncontrollably now, your legs around his waist in attempt to push him a way

• he only stops when he sees tears form in your shiny eyes, pulling back. he breathes deeply, muttering about what a brat you are.

• his first mistake is turning his back to you, his second is not guarding his sides.

• you jump onto him, small fingers poking him and drawing a loud, girly yelp from kiyoomi. before he knows it he’s on the floor, begging for mercy as you tickling his sides- his neck- every part of him you can touch. his feverish giggles and attempts to grab your fast hands make you smile

•” yn- yN- PPPLLEEEAAASE OHMYGOD STOP EHATAGAHAHAHAHAHA”

“ hmmm? what was that omi ??”

“ sTOOOPPHAHAHSHHAHAH”

•this is the first time you’ve ever seen him giggle so much.

• eventually you stop . and hes catching his breath on the floor

• absolutely red in the face. hes gone.

•he comes up behind you and you’re ready to throw hands again, but he stops you and raises his hands in surrender. “ we need to put up the star, neither of us are tall enough. i was gonna put you on my shoulders,” he laughs airily ,” unless you wanna carry me?”

• you shake your head, and he hoists you up on his broad shoulders. you position he star and he’s looking up to watch your expression

•you pat his mop of curls when you’re done, he smiles, bringing you down. he has to fight the urge to tickle you again when your wide smile etches into his brain again

• you step back from your work. you huff happily

• omi is just watching from the counter . he thinks ur so cute tbh

• later in the night, it’s quiet . no music, no volley ball matches in the background, just silence.

• you’re laying next to eachother with dimmed lights filling the room, the blankets are disheveled and your eyelids are heavy

•he glances over , and when he sees youre awake he rolls to meet your gaze

• he stares at you, eyes flitting over your features for a moment

• “ i love you, yn” he mutters softly

•you smile like an absolute goof and for a sec he feels his throat close up

• his mind is flooded with love, affirmations of his love for you, just you in his head on repeat

•” i love you, omi,” you say, brushing his overgrown fringe from his eyes and placing a kiss to his forehead

• glossy, black eyes meet yours and there’s another beat of silence. when he speaks its barely even audible- you think you hear him wrong when he does

• “ marry me , baby”

•you blink for a second. you know for a fact he didn’t just say that

• “ please, if we don’t get married i’m never gonna recover,”

•something about the way he says ‘ please’, the sincerity and emotion lacing his voice as he speaks - its so special. something you’ve never seen from omi.

• you kiss him. a kiss that’s soft, but it’s meaningful. his eyebrows knit together as his hands find solace on the curve of your hip.

• “ i’ll marry you, omi.”

• he smiles

• he’s never quite loved anyone the way he’s loved you before

• best early christmas gift ever

raines thots ୨♡୧

WAAAHH ITS FINALLY DONSIES!! i’m so proud of this!! i rly liked omi’s and kuroo’s !!! also why is omi’s dub voice so ugly i wanna cry. n e ways OH EM GEE TY FOR ALL THE LOVE ??? ily all . bYE MWAHHH<33

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Letters From the Front (WWI AU)

December 1914

I never expected to receive anything in the mail, least of all from you. When it had become clear I had nobody at home to miss me, my lack of letters because something of a daily jest for the unit. Your package put a stop to that, and my only regret was that I was so busy being surprised myself that I forgot to enjoy the looks on their faces.

The young master made a real point of the fact you were a generous sort. I guess the right thing to start with would be an apology, right? If I’d known you were this kind of person from the start, I wouldn’t have agreed to do what I did. I owe you one. Let’s all hope you get a chance to collect on it.

And thanks for the book. I heard a story about a guy who had a book in his pocket save him from a bullet. I’m not saying I’m counting on it, but why take chances? It’s going everywhere with me now.

That said, I’ve been assigned to the young master’s unit for good, so he’ll be keeping a close eye on me. Surely I can’t get into too much mischief anymore. He made the best face when I said I was writing you a letter, but he sends his regards. No, not regards, he says I have to cross that out and get it right, that’s an order. He sends his love.

And on that note I remain your irresponsible correspondent,

Obi

***

February 1915

Why am I not surprised you lined up for nurse training the moment you had the chance? It may not be your original plan- yes, I did overhear your intentions for medical school, and I’m not asking what happened to that- but these days none of us end up exactly where we plan to. But I’m sure you will be a great nurse. So many soldiers will be cured on the spot by the simple sight of your cheerful face that we will overwhelm the Germans with healthy numbers alone. Please write back and tell me about all the stupid injuries you see. I can’t wait.

The lieutenant sends his love, again.

Obi

***

May 1915

I promise I’m not going to make any more jokes about getting injured. If I had not already learned my lesson from the extensive lecture in your last letter- honestly, you do not need to waste so much paper on me- I would have learned it in the last couple of days. Today I write to you from a field hospital. Don’t worry, I am in one piece, all that is missing is a large quantity of blood and the nurse tells me I can fix that myself so long as the army sees fit to supply me with enough meat. I will do my best to keep the blood on the inside from now on, but I am not going to complain about the extra meat ration.

I know you’re going to ask me about the hospital, but I refuse to describe it. It’s much like any other hospital, save that all the medics are officers and order us patients around incessantly. You would have been impressed with the man who sewed up the hole in me, though- it’s hard to tell whether it was his stitches or the cursing that stopped the flow. He was truly gifted on both counts.

Lieutenant Zen stopped by to visit. He is very busy. He says he appreciates your letters greatly and sends his love.

Your only-a-little-exsanguinated friend,

Obi

***

July 1915

I will start with the most important news: we are all in good health. For now, at least, I should say, because the shadow of doom lies upon us. Our unit has acquired a creature. It is a scruffy dog of indeterminate breed that has an endless appetite for the beans we are all so heartily sick of and one trick that it will display on command. He falls down dead when “shot,” which is not that original a feat, but nobody thinks I’m funny when I remind them we’re all capable of the same. Somehow when the dog does it, it’s amusing.

I am not yet convinced it will not kill and eat me in my sleep, but it insists on bedding down on my feet. At least, if it does, I will go out with warm toes, I suppose.

I am very glad to hear that everyone at Wistal is thriving and that you are assisting Lady Haki in her plans. Zen has concerns about the practicalities of establishing a recovery hospital in such a grand home, but I am sure that with the two of you teamed up it can be nothing but a success. Do not let all the soldiers fall in love with you; broken hearts are not conducive to recovery, and we need them all back out here.

Zen sends his love. He says he will try to draw the dog for you. If he does, please save the picture because I want to see it.

With regards from the future dog food on the hoof,

Obi

***

December 1915

Last week I received five of your letters at once; it seems they have been chasing me around Europe for some time. The bounty of news from home is a bit overwhelming- I have been rationing them so as to take it all in manageable bites.

There is little more that I can tell you than ever; winter is cold, but dry. We slide on the icy mud instead of sinking into it; equally treacherous but a trade I, for one, welcome. Our French counterparts have celebrated the feast of St. Nicholas, and also we heard the faint celebrations from our opponents in the distance, but nobody would be foolish enough to leave their boots off for long enough to acquire treats, or to eat treats that had been in close contact with boots. Obviously the saint pays no attention when the rules aren’t followed, because we are entirely lacking in treats. It’s hard to imagine Christmas will be any different.

Oh, I suppose I do have one item of note to report- we came across the wreckage of a downed airplane. We hear them snarling overhead from time to time, but it’s the first I’ve had a close look at, and now that I have, you will not catch me clamoring any more for a ride in one. On the ground, it was a pile of sticks and cloth, no more substance than a toy. I’ll keep my feet on the ground, thank you.

With jaunts up walls and into the trees when warranted, of course. Those are sturdy and don’t count. But my point is that I got a piece of the plane as a souvenir. I can’t say I know what it is, but I hope I can show it to you someday.

I can’t get my hands on Zen to get a message from him this time, but I’m sure he would send his love as always if I could pin him down to do it.

Sincerely,

Obi

***

April 1916

I understand you may have had some distressing news about the progress of the front; whatever you read, you don’t need to worry about us. We are fed regularly and our feet are dry and healthy. I have not been eaten by the dog yet. 

Zen sends his love.

Obi

***

June 1916

I am well.

I have been admitted to hospital wounded/sick. I am doing well and will return to duty soon.

I have received your letter/telegram/parcel dated June 1, 1916.

Letter follows at first opportunity.

I have received no letter from you lately/for a long time.

Signature: Obi

***

Shirayuki lays the postcard on top of the stack. The edges of the cheap paper are starting to fray, but she can’t leave it alone. After all of these months of regular letters, he sends her a form postcard completely lacking in information, and then nothing. It's been four months. She doesn’t even know what to write back anymore.

“Put your boyfriend’s letters away already and come on,” Yuzuri complains, and Shirayuki yanks open the desk drawer. The pile’s too tall to fit now, and she has to split it, adding Obi’s latest letters on top of Zen’s much slimmer pile. “You’ll find out when you find out, reading that postcard for the thousandth time isn’t going to tell you anything new.”

“It’s not-” Objecting is a reflex now, but a futile one. She knows Yuzuri has heard the whole explanation at least three times now. She just doesn’t listen, or doesn’t believe what she hears. She doesn’t have a boyfriend, she has two soldiers she’s writing to. She’d known them both not even three weeks before they enlisted, and neither Zen’s hasty proposal or Obi’s abject apology makes either of them a boyfriend.

No matter what Obi thinks. She’s given up trying to explain to him either; her ink and paper are better spent on other topics.

“They’re going to start without us!” Yuzuri dances at the door. “Do I look all right?”

***

She’s not superstitious, of course, doesn’t believe in ghosts walking the earth on All Hallow’s Eve, but if she did, the light and chatter coming through the open windows make Wistal house a very appealing destination. She and Yuzuri and all the other nurses who board in the gatehouse take this walk every day, usually a few minutes of serenity before the intense day of work. Tonight’s train of nurses are anything but serene.

Lady Haki raided the Wistal attics, so they are a fancy parade as well as a merry one. Yuzuri leads the way in one of Lady Haruto’s old Royal Ascot outfits complete with hat, their precious victrola clutched in her arms. Haki comes next, very dapper in a morning suit borrowed from her husband’s closet. Shirayuki would have been fine to skip the fancy dress, but the others reminded her just how much their American patients were longing for a Halloween party. She couldn’t disappoint them, and that’s how she ended up wearing her weight in ruffles in some Wisteria dowager’s bustle dress. The color is nice, but it does feel very odd to know how much she looks like her grandmother’s wedding portrait right now.

When the nurses make their grand entrance, patients smile at them from under their bandages. Two of the more ambulatory, one with bandages wrapped loosely around him like a mummy and another wearing a bedsheet for a turban scramble to divest Yuzuri of the victrola and Haki of the pile of records, already squabbling about which music to put on first. The feathers on Yuzuri’s hat block Shirayuki’s vision, and when she turns to bat them away, her attention is arrested by an unfamiliar face.

Or perhaps not unfamiliar, but unexpected- she knows she’s seen those gold eyes under thin eyebrows, that hedgehog hair untamed by the uniform hat now tucked beneath his arm. He’s not a patient here, despite the bandages, but he knows her, too, she can tell.

Yuzuri’s feathers assault her nose again, and by the time she’s moved herself out of the danger zone, the stranger is a step closer. The victrola starts up with a crackle, the first lilting notes of the Aeroplane Waltz filling the air, and the corner of his mouth twitches. 

That mouth she knows, though. It was the same quirk on the stranger’s face before he admitted to being the real thief. His eyes twinkled, just for a moment, then the smirk slid into a full-on beam. Just a few words to admit he was the one who slipped the Wistal silver into Shirayuki’s bag, and Zen pushed him off the balcony.

One week later he was with Zen on a troop train to the Continent.

Her feet move faster than they should in a dress not her own, but she can’t help it. One stride short of her target, unfamiliar heels catch in the unfamiliar hem, but there’s only a moment of free-fall before she is stopped. Her hands lock around his wrists, and his hands around hers. “You’re here,” she breathes.

“In almost one piece,” he agrees, and then a true smile blooms. His hands twist out of her grasp and before she knows it she’s spinning, scrabbling at his shoulders as her skirt swishes around her feet even though he’s holding her steady. His laugh is a beautiful sound that for months she’d thought she’d never get the chance to hear, and somehow the Obi of her letters and this man in front of her click into place. He’s wry asides in awkward script, but he’s also solid muscle under green wool and raindrops in hair. She wants to grab hold of him until he is as familiar to her as all his letters.

But he winces, setting her down abruptly, and folds over stiffly. “Ow,” he says, like it’s a joke. 

She knows that reaction, and the shame behind it all too well. “You’re hurt.” He watches her out of the corner of his eye, as though if he pretends it’s not there she’ll do anything but scold him.

“Wouldn’t be here if I weren’t,” he says at last. A pinprick of blood spreads on his shirt.

Shirayuki sighs. “At least you’re in the right place.” The examination room should be empty, with everyone at the party right now. Yuzuri catches her eye with a quizzical look, and when Shirayuki points to the door, she answers with a wink. “Let’s take a look at the problem. But I can’t promise to be cheerful if you can’t take care of your wounds.”

“Oh, I do have an order to carry out,” he says, and Shirayuki pauses. It’s not going to stop her from getting his wound set to rights, but if he’s going to protest she may have to bring in reinforcements. “Zen sends his love.”

“Enough about him,” Shirayuki snaps, and Obi stares down at her. Perhaps she was a little harsh, but that’s not who she wants to hear about right now. She pushes Obi into the examination room. “Now tell me how this happened.”