#i didnt even get to say goodbye to any of my residents

[i-got-too-many-links]

I'm not really going to miss nursing itself. The job was really starting to get under my skin, and it was never the residents that did it. It was always my coworkers. It was always management. I'm sorry to all my grandmas and grandpas I left behind. I loved all of my residents, and I'm sad that I got chased out of a job that I'm good at. But the fact of the matter is that I'm burnt out. I lasted five years in nothing but nursing homes, and my time is done.

I'm going to miss the lady who patted my cheek and called me her sweet boy when I brought her a blanket.

I'm going to miss the guy who called me his Special Nyx when I brought him Pepsi.

I'm going to miss the people I connected with. Nothings going to change that.

I was unrightfully fired, and I'm not allowed to go back to visit with them.

[sebbianas]

At the start of his 6th year, Regulus stood alone in front of the train.

He watched parents and children have tearful goodbye, watched friends greet each other with hugs and cheerful wave, watched the whole place be filled with love and there he was alone.

The wise thing to do is to get in the train and take compartment for himself but he stood there stuck. His parents thought he was old enough to be on his own, not even Kreacher could accompany him. He sure would miss the little elf more than he would his parents.

Regulus gripped his trunk tighter, his knuckles almost turning white because of it. He didn’t want this loneliness to accompany him into the train, didnt want the coldness of his heart to travel with him to Hogwarts. He’s not even sure why he craved a warmth his parents would never give. What the point of longing for something you’ll never have?

“Train’s about to leave, dear!” A voice cut through his dark aura. “Best to get in before you lose any good sit.”

Regulus looked to his side and froze. Standing to his left was none other than Euphemia Potter and her husband Fleamont. The warmth that radiated from them almost burned Regulus but he didn’t mind one bit, if to feel this love is to burn then he would gladly turn into ashes. He looked around to see if his brother and the son of the wonderful couple was nearby—

“Don’t worry about the boys.” Fleamont said suddenly. “They boarded the train as soon as they saw Remus and Peter.”

“Oh.” Was all Regulus could say. He’s not sure if he’s permitted to say more.

“Now,” Effie said, breaking the ice cold silence. She dusted his shoulders off, straightened his coat, brushed her warm fingers against his cold cheeks. “You look very handsome, dear. Try not to be closed off this school year. Make sure you have some fun, alright?”

“—Not too much fun though!” Monty added quickly. “But then again, you have always been more careful than your brother so I have no doubt you wont get caught should you have too much fun—”

“Dont you forget to eat! I know you and your tendency to get lost in that book of yours so do remember to put the book down once in a while and nibble on some sweets, yes?” Effie continued on.

Regulus couldn’t do anything but nod. He was afraid of what might happen should he open his mouth, tears falling down controllably was definitely one of the scenarios.

“Good.” Effie said, a brilliant beautiful smile on his face. “Off you go, my darling. Have a good school year.”

Regulus nodded once more. He was tempted to drop his belongings and pull the wonderful parents into a hug but he knows that would be too much. He simply smiled at them, a small once, one he doesn’t direct at anyone that much, and walked to the train. Before getting inside he looks back and sees them still smiling and waving at him.

A warmth in his heart resided and refused to leave throughout the whole ride.

[yandere--stuck]

SNORPY MY BELOVEDD!!!

I am kinda begging for some Snorpy hc please,,, if ya want,,,!!!

I hope these are good! :D

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💛 Though he was slow to warm up to you at first, your eagerness to help and Chandlo's faith in you cemented yourself as a friend in the Grumpus' eyes. Not to mention that you seemed genuinely helpful and caring toward him. It wasnt often that he'd meet someone who either didnt label him as weird or brush off his paranoia. But, you were so kind and friendly, it made it easy for him to let down his walls... And as such, it's only right that he places a tracking device on you! He's just looking out for you, after all. That's what friends do! This way, he'll be able to locate you no matter where you were and listen in to see if you were in any danger. Goodness knows that some Bugsnax could be rather aggressive, not to mention the looming threat of The Grumpinati around every corner! And if Wiggle's assertions about the Queen of Bugsnax were taken as truth, that makes your safety take even further presidence, what with how much you run around the island. And… Well, Snorpy would be lying if he said that getting another chance to hug you wasn't at least part of why he wanted to bug you. You did feel so warm… And it felt so nice to have you in his arms. So nice, in fact, that he forgot to come up with an excuse, only brought back to reality by the sound of your voice and you squirming out of his hold. He blurted out a goodbye and then quickly scurried off, thankful his fur hid his blush.

📍With you now properly bugged, Snorpy spends his time monitoring your location and listening in on you. A lot of his time. He loves listening to the sound of your voice, talking to yourself or to the bugsnax (cooing to them to come closer to a trap or shouting at them to come back when they run away), it's music to his ears! He finds that listening to you eases his worries and quells his anxiety. Honestly, he could listen to you endlessly and probably never tire of it. However, one thing that did bother him was whenever any of the others would talk to you or ask for favors. The thought of the others talking to you… It made Snorpy bare his teeth in frustration and anger. Couldn't they just leave you alone? This was his and your time together!... Even if you weren't actually aware of it. As much as he had grown to consider the other Snaxburg residents, you didn't know them as well as he did! You needed to be more careful! What if someone with ill intentions tried to trick you and you took it at face value? Snorpy had to be there to protect you! So, of course, the most reasonable and best course of action would be to creep into your hut at night to watch over you as you sleep and place cameras all over your room.

💛 Speaking of cameras, he loved saving and taking pictures of you. If he weren't so paranoid over potential blackmail, he'd ask Beffica to take more pictures of you from better angles in exchange for some Snakpods. After all, is that not what good researchers do? This is just research, yes. That's all. He's far too terrified of being exposed, though (even if he's doing nothing wrong, not at all), so his growing stash of pictures from inside your hut and audio logs of your voice will have to do. He's looked and listened to them over and over, so many times, that your words and visage are surely burned into his mind forever… And oddly, the thought makes Snorpy feel so at peace. Usually, even at his happiest, Snorpy still has to constantly fight back the urge to worry or overthink, but with you, all his neuroses just melt away. The feeling is so relieving, so calming, that he can't imagine going back to that, can't imagine losing you. He doesn't ever want to feel like he did without you ever again.

📍So, to say he freaks out when you and the others head for The Isle of Bigsnax, that would be an understatement. He can barely control his breathing. He's near inconsolable, none of the remaining Grumpuses either want to or are able to comfort him. Can't talk to you, can't see you, can't hear you, can't know if you're alright or not. How is he supposed to survive? If- if something happened to you, he didn't know what he'd do! How could he go on?! One of the few friends he had, someone he cared about, someone he needed, gone! For three days, he goes without you. For three days, he is a shell of himself. For three night, he sneaks out in the dark to your hut and sleeps in your beds, curling up in your blanket, trying to take in your scent and imagine your warmth as if you were there with him. Maybe it makes him a bad person, but he couldn't care less about what happened to Shelda, or Dr. Lottablog, or even Floofty. As long as you and Chandlo came back safe and sound, that's all that mattered. The moment you dock back on Simmering Springs, you and Chandlo are practically tackled by Snorpy. The yellow grumpus almost refuses to part from you the rest of your stay on the island, either begging you to stay in Snaxburg instead of exploring the island or reluctantly letting you leave while making you promise him you won't be hurt.

💛 Taking advantage of his time with you and to continue his "research", Snorpy asks you at length about your interests, your life, your likes and dislikes, your opinions on the others in town (and if you have an affinity for anyone in particular, heh). It's only right! After all, hadn't you questioned him in the same manner? He's just trying to be a good friend. He hangs on to your every word, eyes shining with delight, urging you continue or extrapolate further. With each session and piece of information revealed, he'll record it in his notes word-for-word through audio playback. He even makes another conspiracy board all dedicated to you! Well, Snorpy thinks of it as less of a conspiracy board and more of a shrine to you. However, his delight at getting closer to you is soon replaced with grief and terror as the island begins falling apart. The bugsnax begins to attack and he barely holds himself together as he and Chandlo defend the town and themselves. You had run off with Filbo and Eggabell to who knows where! They couldn't protect you like he can! He's only calmed when he sees you and Filbo running toward the ship they had all piled into to flee the island, the both of you clambering on just as the ship takes off. In your desperation, you had lost your footing and tripped right into Snorpy's arms. The sheer relief and warmth and love the Grumpus felt was overwhelming, Snorpy nearly crying as he held you safe in his arms. Soft purrs rumbled in his chest as he held you. He would never let you go again. Never.

📍It really was such a shame that all his research had been destroyed after the fall of Snaktooth. Snorpy was never one to take defeat easily, though. His devotion to you made restoring his notes a breeze. And you inviting him over to his house made bugging your abode all the more easier - not to mention making maps of the floor plan and sneaking some keepsakes that he was sure you wouldn't miss. Fret not, though! He'd return them, eventually, when he moved in! It only made sense. Now that you were back on the mainland, the threat of The Grumpinati was even more present than before! You were something special, and The Grumpinati and any loathsome interloper were sure to see that. It was up to Snorpy to protect you. After getting your schedule down to a T, his plan could begin. He'd sneak in at night, having a copy of your key made without your knowing. He'd tie you up in your sleep (holding back from hugging or Cuddling you again) to keep you safe and restrained for the time being. Then, He'd be quick and quiet as he moved in his stuff to cement the move. There. It was perfect. You were finally safe. Snorpy was here to protect and take care of you forever. Just as you protected and soothed him just by being you, by being his friend. Because he could tell - you loved him. Just as much as he loved you.

[spikesbimbo]

 Kingky

Pairing: Prince!Atsumu x f!reader

Summary: getting royal dick on valentine's day < 3

cw:  body worship, dacryphilia, marking, breeding , praise (receiving and giving), sir/king kink, defaming royalty??(idfk what to call it) treason, possessiveness, borderline yandere, hurt/comfort, body worship, rough sex to soft sex, mind games, sacrilege, slight cnc (barley), former virgin reader, corruption kink, false sympathy, sweetheart to meanie >: ( , idk if this is slow burn

wc: 7.8k

a/n:  for the jj plays cupid event!!!!! Thanks to @alto-march-of-death and @kmorgzz for helping build this story and giving me the title.

Happy valentines day, 

            love valentine < 3

- 18+ Minors DNI

“Stop being a crybaby, calm down”

His stern voice making you more anxious, not knowing how you ended up sitting in his lap. Feeling like a dog under him, or right now on top of him. Wondering how you got in this position daily, hourly.

You didn't understand why he kept you around, always having his hand around you whenever he could. You weren't the only pretty girl in the country, you weren't even qualified to be with him, being a somewhat servant before him snatching you up.

As much as you tried you couldn't ignore the stares and side comments of all the other girls in the harem, it made your eyes water, trying to wipe them when you got back to your room the prince gave you, all the others living in the same building, much more run down than yours; maybe that was one of the reasons.

Looking in the solid gold mirror he gifted you, ‘just cause’, always reflecting your red and puffy eyes daily as you called your most trusted maid to grab you some ice.

She was the only thing keeping you sane. No, the prince never did or pushed you to give him anything, but it was natural to be scared. Being in a foreign state after your guardians sold you. Aran, the only one who treated you like a human being and not a prize, saving you from being sold completely by saying that the prince would take care of you. As he worked under him his whole life as guard, proving his dedication.

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Thinking back to the day you listened to the first love of your life, dressing in their outfits on the day of the celebration. Aran keeping a close watch on you, seeing your uncertainty knowing you had no other way out.

He flashed you a small smile, not big enough for anyone to see but you, trying his best to reassure you that everything was going as planned.

Hearing the drums stop, you and everyone else at the festival turned their heads to the large door, carved out of the most luxurious stone, their family crest being engraved onto it.

You bowed seeing everyone else do it, the head advisors words being caught in your mind, "To properly curtsy, you place the right foot behind the left and then it's just a slight bob, what you don't want is when a lady goes too far down and then she can't come up."

This being the third time you done it since you've been here, the first after running into prince Sakusa’s advisor. Him declaring that you would be a perfect match for his concubine after seeing you at the banquet the other day.

He continued by saying that he wouldn't be able to deny your beauty and that you would be perfect for him, even making an exception for you due to his distaste with the women in his country.

You tried to zone out of the conversation until the words “produce an heir” brought you back. You froze, throat closing, sweat now forming on your body extremely repulsed at the thought of being in that situation. Aran quickly noticed the state you were in and told his advisor that you weren't feeling good, leading you back to your room, his hand supporting your back as you trembled in his hold.

You entered the room that had been provided for you while you stayed here, immediately crying your eyes out as soon as the door closed. Your dreams of having a family, a normal family, the only thing you've ever wanted, being snatched right from your roughed up hands.

You turned your attention back , hearing the Herald speak. His voice being loud shocking you, but you still kept your balance not wanting to mess up already.

“Now introducing His Grace, the Duke of Inari, followed by His Royal Highnesses, the Princes of Inari.”

You slightly looked up, seeing the king followed by the two princes, not being able to tell them apart.

But luckily Aran moved ajar to his prince, the other prince’s and duke’s guard doing the same for them before they went their separate ways. Everyone lifting their heads now as you did the same following in suit. The party resumed itself as you could see everyone going back to drinking and taking along with the music returning.

They moved to the prince's chair, making out that they were talking, not being able to read their lips, not that you wanted too, what was their business you had no involvement in nor did you want to. But that changed when you saw aran gesture towards you out of the corner of your eye.

That's when the prince you would grow to care for laid his dark eyes on you for the first time, not being able to take them off, making you shiver in embarrassment. The outfit you had on only covering the parts that needed to be. The ‘dress’ you had on having slits on your legs all the way up your upper thighs,borderline hips.

The white, almost see through material held together by jewels and gold, along with your hair being fastened the same way, hoping nothing was out of place. You wanted to do a good job for him, trusting him with all your heart since he was the only you've had your whole life.

You were brought back to reality by noticing that Aran and the price weren't in the same place, quickly looking around before you were greeted by a charming smile as you turned your head straight again.

“Good evening my lady” he said, holding his right hand covered in jewels out, slightly bowing to be eye level with you, his smile not fading. And as you looked him in the eyes you froze yet again, getting entranced by his gaze, so warm and compassionate yet terrifyingly cold, remembering the power he held.

You looked up at aran for a second, him reassuring you that you were supposed to give him your hand, so you did.

“Good evening, your royal highness.” trying to be as confident as you could, again breaking eye contact with the prince one again to look at aran, making sure everything you did was right.

“Would you care to join me for some drinks?” the crown on his head shining brighter than the stars, his eyes still lingering on you.

“Y-yes your highness” you stuttered out, shocked that this was working. Even if you didnt what you were supposed to say. No? You'd probably be executed if you did, the thoughts plaguing your mind as you walked alongside him and Aran towards their table.

He sat down patting next to him for you to sit. Yo looked up at Aran, standing there nodding as confirmation. As you then sat next to him, as far away as you could without it being obvious, or at least he didn't mind.

He poured you a drink into a gold cup, guessing the red liquid to be wine, before pushing it towards you “Thank you your highness” you said more assured this time, picking it up with both hands wrapped around it, nervous that you'd drop it.

This continued the whole night, feeling more comfortable due to the alcohol and Aran being your ‘protector’; even though he'd kill you if the prince asked him too. Lucky that you weren't lightheaded, this night being the first time you've ever had more than one drink.

You even laughed, the prince saying something funny trying to get it out of you, and from the moment he saw your smile he was entranced.

A few days after you were requested by the prince, Aran coming to fetch you. The relief on both of your faces that you'd at least end up somewhere where he could watch over you too.

You were greeted by him after passing through the gate, the prince himself helping you get out of the carriage and not your guard. He expressed that he couldn't keep his mind off you for days, your pretty face being the only thing running though his mind before finally asking you to be one of his girls.

As much as you didnt want to be “one of his many girls” you didn't have any other option than to be with, some random guy, sorry- a prince. Or be sold to an old guy whose wife ‘suddenly’ died, the thought making you cringe.

You put on a fake smile, finally let go of all your hopes and dreams, letting yourself be his, completely in and out. “Yes your highness. I would love that!”

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“Miss y/n!” your maid said coming back. “The prince wants to see you!” she exasperatedly said, running back here as it was urgent to get you ready to see him, always having to look perfect for him.

He probably wanted to talk to you about valentine’s day, something he or anyone in this country doesn't celebrate, mentioning it to him about a week ago as you laid in his arms after being with him the whole evening.

Thinking back on it; being embarrassed at how you asked, covering your face at the thought.

“I-it's um-, a day where… couples spend together” you said in a combination of mumbling and whispering out the last part, not wanting to make anything out of you twos 'relationship’. Not expecting anything after being together after being his for almost 9 months.

You've grown accustomed to not expecting anything, always getting disappointed in the end. Being emotional was hard, running in the nearest private place letting your tears run free at the littlest things, but at the end of the day it was just because no one listened to you. Someone being the slightest bit attentive to you was all it took to make you happy,.

She ran a bath for you, the steam rising as you got in it, giving you the ice you requested for your face while putting in some oils from the flowers you were growing.

Them residing in the same garden that grew the ones you planted for the a few months ago, wanting to give them as a sort of goodbye present, or not. Still being unsure about staying with him, even already writing a letter around a month ago; hiding it in the pocket in the fur coat.

You just knew at the moment you were going to play into his hands, letting him do whatever he wanted to you, not that you wouldn't enjoy it; he always took care of you.

Another reason you've grown attached to him, not realizing if you genuinely liked him, or the affection and attention he so profusely gave you. Sometimes you ever questioned your love, not romantic anymore for Aran, wondering the same. The both of them being the only ones to ever treat you with any sort of care or respect, besides your personal maid.

After doing your hair the way he liked it, along with putting on the light fitted dress you loved to wear, tou took one last look in the mirror before you walked to his office.

“My lord...” you stummerd now, clinging onto his robe straddling his leg, a heat rising up to your face. Your body never knowing how to control itself after being with him.

The other woman's jealousy still got to you, even the way they looked at you made you cower. You were sensitive, still not numb to it after everything you've been through. You were weak inside and outside. Nowhere near good enough to be his, whatever he wanted to call it.

But he noticed, not letting none of them do anything to you, you having your own personal bodyguard now. Usually spending the night with him in his room, and during the day you just sit in his lap and entertain him while he works.

He was in no way a bad prince, in fact he was a great one in your opinion, putting everyone first along with his brother, twin brother, as you learned. But something you also understood was do as you were told or it would be the end of your life, as your dear friend Aran said.

“Just because he likes you doesn't mean he’ll keep you forever.” His words always replaying themselves in your mind every time the prince did something for you, whether it was buying you something again, or that one time he gifted you a whole garden for you to tend to when he couldn't be around.

Yes you were insecure about you two’s ‘relationship’, wondering if you should just leave as you later found out any of the girls were free to leave. But the way he treats you you've grown accustomed to. Waking up in the morning, the first thing crossing your mind being him, even if you slept in separate beds. Immediately reaching out for him being disappointed when he wasn't next to you.

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There’s nobody else here, which is as much of a surprise to you as it is to the rest of the girls that had been ushered out. It’s just you and him, with the overwhelming tension blinding and dizzying.

The bath that you two were in, warmed to your liking, was only adding to that fact. After rubbing his shoulders and feeding him the sliced apples he liked, pampering him like the royalty he was, your arms got tired along with your mind. Thinking about the fact that you may not be here in a month, the ache in your heart growing.

Reaching out for some of the wine his maids had prepared earlier in the glasses as he beat you to it. Gently taking your jaw into his hand, tilting your head back enough, as you let him. Letting the slightly chilled liquid make its way down your throat. His eyes grazing you like you were a little lamb and he was a big bad wolf coming knocking on your door.

His thumb swipes once across your lips, partly cleaning up some of the wine that escaped your them. His soft grin widening, his voice being laced with the smell of liquor. “you’re so pretty, my love.” pushing your pulled up hair to the side, laying soft open mouthed kisses along your neck. Shivering at the touch while melting into his arms. “so pretty.”

You heart flutters in fearful anticipation, the lust in your body rising to the top. Every movement of his forcing a sharp, terrifying jab at your chest. He stares, stares for too long

His fingers holding a vice grip to your jaw, thumb poking at your lips, tugging your lower lip down. Marveling at you for a few more moments, before his hand falls back to his side, and he sighs.

He was entranced from the very moment he saw you.

He helped you out of the tub as it grew too cool, placing your hands in his as he then picked you up over the ledge. Placing your feet on the floor, your wet body now getting cold while admiring his slightly tanned figure as he loosely wrapped the light robe around your frame, doing the same to himself.

His broad toned chest peeking through; his pretty collarbones exposed just for you. Impure thoughts getting to you as you remembered the last time the two of you were in here. Your legs wrapped around his head, dangling, as he made you cum over and over again on the cold marble countertop.

He picked you up again, mumbling out something along the lines of “beautiful”. His big arms supporting your back and legs as he took you to his bed, sitting you down in his lap as he calls the maids in, always females, telling them to bring in some food before placing his attention back on you.

“Are you okay dear?” he asked looking at you yet again bringing you back to reality, placing his hand on your thigh, making its way slightly under your robe .

“Yes your highness-, I'm fine. Thank you for asking.” you responded giving him a warm smile. Not entirely fake, as you were enjoying yourself, but were you really happy?

You wanted the average; a nice house, a family you could always come back to, a warm bed and clothes. And he made sure to give you all the material things you could ask for. But again, were you really happy? At the end of the day you just wanted genuine love and affection.

The maids knocked on the door, him letting them in as they brought trays of food, your eyes lighting up as a smile peeked through when you saw your favorite. Making you heart beat even faster that he remembered what you told him, even though he asked you.

You fed him as usual, placing him before yourself as you were taught, not minding. Instead feeling like a mom feeding her kids, a giggle coming between you lips at how peaceful he looked.

“What's so funny?” he asked, his words coming out as concerned that he wasn't in on it.

“Nothing my lord, its just… i was thinking of how cute you looked” you said trying to hold back the laughs still trying to make their way out of your mouth.

“Cute?” he questioned, looking vaguely offended that someone would call him, the strong, handsome, intimating prince ‘cute’.

“Yes my lord”

“What about me is cute, huh?” he asked again, sounding like a child. “Is it this?” he said, now grabbing a piece of meat while opening your mouth. Taking the food in between your lips, your cheeks stuffed as you chewed on it, looking the happiest he's ever seen you. His heart growing with every movement you did. “Your right… it is.”

“Is this what you wanted?” he asked, moving his hand to your waist firmly gripping it. Feeling the affection ooze out of him as he leaned into your neck. His breath being blown onto your neck with every word, his lips being so close yet so far.

You nodded, another smile appearing on your face, trying to hold back your eyes watering, not letting one tear slip out. You turned your body facing him, his hands never leaving your body. Resting your head against his chest, letting you do whatever you wanted to him.

He turned your head out of his body, facing him now. Connecting your eyes with his while he stroked your forehead.

His lips meet yours, not even realizing for a second, the feeling of his plump ones against yours being so natural at this point. Making you give him a good morning, goodnight, a good whenever kiss, everyday. One kiss turning into many, an overwhelming amount by the time his mouth is trailing down your shoulder. His wet open mouth kisses, spit and marks being left behind.

Stopping when his neck can't turn anymore. Instead repositioning you to sit higher on his lap as he now can kiss your arm, doing the same but adding his hands down your body this time.

You let out a whine when he slid your dainty little robe to the side, your body now being exposed to the cooler air, tensing you up. Hardening, hoping he would just keep paying attention to everything but that, your nipples rubbing up and down against the linen fabric, your legs straddled his thigh as he slightly bounced you everytime he reattached himself to your skin.

His warm hand eased the cold feeling as he placed in on your inner thigh; a wave of heat rushing through you as he gripped it, fingers inching closer and closer while his eyes looked down upon you, his lip behind your ears, feeling his hot breath be blown onto the to top of your spine making yous shiver in his summery embrace.

“y -ah, your high-ness” you moaned out, your hands nothing compared to the size of his, reaching out for his wrist, barely being able to wrap your trembling fingers around it.

Your dramatic, conscious tears finally spilling out as you feel his length grown against the swell of your ass involuntary grinding against it.

“Why so formal my love?” he smirked, the hunger in his voice evident, spreading your poor little cunt open. His fingers sliding down it, gathering the slick in between them before teasing his finger in your hole. Only putting just past his nail in, feeling the wet hotness slide down his knuckle letting out a heavy groan at the sight.

He pulled the finger out, moving his head so you could have a clear view of him as he placed his ring finger on his tongue sucking on it, deliberately making it sound as lewd as it could. Loving how flustered your pretty face got as you hid into his arm, clenching your fists around the fluff of his collar.

He let out a little laugh, thinking about how precious you were while sliding his hands up your thigh and separating the sides of your robe letting the shoulder fall off completely all the way down to your waist.

His fingers covered in slick and saliva now fondling your tits he freed, his middle finger and thumb pinching your nipple, already hardened from earlier. Internally blaming it on the cold and not how worked up he got you.

Opening your legs with his other hand, letting you back rest of his chest once again, hiking your knees up to give him a full view, looking down or in the big mirror he had against the wall.

Returning his hands to the mess of your cunt, this time actually sliding his finger fully in, no warning besides the fact that he was obviously growing impatient. Wanting to devour you, but reminding himself that he had to take his time or he would break you.

“You get like this… for me?” he teased nudging his head into yours, forcing you to look at your reflection. Your legs spread open just for him, your greedy little hole swallowing him up as you whined out not knowing for what.

Your mostly naked body against his still clothed,m while his eyes stared into yours from the mirror, your cheeks being squished into his hands as he makes you maintain looking at the scene, bringing your pouted lips to his, so irresistible.

The formerly neat bed you two were on now being the opposite, the roses you said you loved being spread out all over the mattress as he pulled away from the kiss to lay you down on the soft quilt

His body towering over yours, knowing already in the back of his head that the maids would have to come in for a second time to clean up, just to throw away his sheets after he took care of you tonight.

Voice high pitched as you sobbed in embarrassment from his lips attaching to your nipple, fingers fucking into you shallowly, his slow pace getting faster every second. 

Sucking on your chest, the pain being eased by his tongue dragging the spit over them, before working against it by using his teeth almost drawing blood. Your writhing under him, mouth open, no sound coming out except gasps, the way you’re squirming under him makes him grow even harder .

“I just want to fuck you, my dear, over and over again. The only thing I ever think of is you. Your precious moans and the pleasured look on your face is always running through my mind.” kissing away the tears falling on your cheeks before they fell onto your chest.

 Leaning back into you and whispering into your ear, his breath tickling your baby hairs. “Fuck you till you cant think anymore, till all you can think of is me... just like you deserve.”

Sweat dripping down your back as he flips you over, your robe falling completely off, bare as the day you were born. Him trailing his finger down your spine, your ass already in the air knowing how he liked it.

Feeling the need burning under your skin, your hole clenching around nothing, wanting so desperately to be filled.

 He wants to defile you, fuck you so much that all you know is him. Whether it was his cock making its way into your hole or mouth, barely being able to fit it but doing your best. His cock twitching at the thought of it.

His hand wrapping around your throat bringing you out of your own little world, choking you with your back to his chest, your knees doing their best to support you.

 The atmosphere quickly changing, feeling the displeasure seep out from him. “Now what was that letter, hmm?” he questioned, already knowing, wanting you to explain what the fuck was going on in that pretty little head of yours.

The fact that you, a noble now thanks to him, wanted to leave the man who gave you everything you heart desired? He thought you were crazy. Even questioning if anyone had put any poison in your food.

“Y-your highness!” you choked out, turning around quickly trying to solve the problem you created, fat tears falling once again.

 “I- um, well… the other women were-“ you cried thinking back to this morning when you went to grab the white and yellow flowers that you've been pampering for so long. This now being the second time they've done something like this.

“A-and…i've taken a liking to you, Your highness. please forgive me!” you sobbed out, knowing what you said. His naturally flirty nature made you doubt yourself, Not knowing if he even liked you back. 

Your head now hurting from putting yourself in this position, already getting too attached to him, what were you thinking? You? With the future king, your food must have really been tampered with.

“Huh?” he said, ignoring the words coming out of your mouth being music to his ears. His somber voice turning damned as his anger was rising.

“you'd think i'd let you leave me? I don't think you understand dear...i'd kill you and everyone working under you if you left me.'' you winced at the threat is his tone, not knowing if he was being sincere or not, working against it so you'd never find out.

“You don't think I noticed? I always have guards around you. They let me know your every movement, whether it's taking a stroll outside or going to the bathroom in the middle of the night, and they just so happened to see you crying your eyes out.” He stated loosening his grip. “But don't worry dear, I took care of them.”

“W-what?”

“You'll never have to see them again my love, I got rid of them.” he said with his unforgiving smile, almost cooing at you. Moving his hand from around your neck to cupping your face, his body still hovering over you. “So now it's just me and you.”

The strange thing is that you felt no fear, even knowing that getting rid of them meant he killed some of them, but why did it make your heart flutter? Why did it get you more excited? You were really going insane.

“You know I'm the only man that can take care of you, the only one can fill this needy little cunt up. he said, spreading you open, slightly pushing one of his fingers in. “i've got your slutty body trained to get soaking at just my presence”

“my lord-” you sang, thinking of how gentle he was while still controlling you. Remembering the first time he laid his hands on you. It hurt so bad, even though he spent a good amount of time prepping you to the point where you felt ‘messy’, but it still pained you to take him.

The first time you've ever been touched, and when you told him he froze, never being in this situation before. He thrived knowing that he would be the one to take the purity out of your body, preparing a whole week to ease you up. But you would never tell him this, not because you were scared for your life, but more of a caring reason, not wanting to hurt his feelings and ego in a sense.

“That's not my name.” he said, shoving his finger all the way in you in one motion, gasping at the action, still not letting a word out . “Fuck princess, call me by my name.”

You hesitated, your body not following suit. “Cmon love” he said almost pleading with you, his voice once changing again, sounding like a sad kid right now. “You're not gonna get anything till I hear that pretty voice say my name” he continued moving his finger in you, your moans bouncing off the walls.

You've never been so conflicted, not knowing what to do, just letting yourself be his completely in and out again. “P-prince Atsumu-”

“Fuck.” he groaned, your soft whine letting out his name, accompanied by prince. But he could deal with that. That fact that he's got you wrapped around his finger right now, literally, has him fueled. This all he needs to keep him going, to prove you would be nothing without him, without realizing deep down it was the same for him.

“You only get like this for me don't you. Of course you do! i'm the only man you've ever been with.” he confidently stated, keeping it that way, not caring if he had to use his bloodthirsty hands to do it. “Your brain only thinks dirty thoughts when I'm around, huh?”

He continued playing with you, touching every part of your body, the parts that he taught you about, some that you couldn't even get to, making you act like a fool under him getting him even more ansty. “fuck-.” he groaned taking his clothes fully off, letting his cock finally be free. The friction of his robe already making it leak with pre-cum, standing on its own against his stomach, so red and needy.

“You ready princess?” he said dragging you by your ass towards him, rolling you over as you arched your back, now face down ass up.

Presenting yourself for him as he let his cock rest on your ass, lubing it all up with your slick as he rubbed against it, wanting to stretch you out comfortably for you, pain and pleasure to mix not be separate.

“a-ahh,” you panted out, his thrusts immediately taking your breath away, not being able to catch it. His hands wandering all over your body before grabbing you shoulder, pulling you back against him, his other hand grabbing your tits, his grip tight.

HIs slow pace quickens as you clench around him, his other hand gripping under your hips to hold you up. He's never heard something so beautiful in his life, your moans and whines echoing around in his big room.

He's also never seen something this beautiful, looking in the mirror as your face is all fucked out for him. You tiny little cunt taking him whole, his balls slapping against your clit making you squeal with every thrust.

This position being his favorite, him able to see your body in every angle with help of the mirror, letting him abuse your body for hours. Watching his big hands tease your hardened nipples while you wheezed out nonsense, going completely dumb from his dick.

“You gonna be louder? Gonna let your precious guard know your getting fucked?” he tells you, thrusting into you harder, the jealousy that was settled in him rising back up. Ever since he first saw you he noticed the way you looked at him, putting it to the side due to the fact that he and Aran were close and that you too had nothing going on.

But the possessiveness in him grew after you tried to leave him, wanting to claim you in every way, wanting you to not be even able to function without him or his dick, him being the only thing in your mind. The heat growing under his skin this time, burning up throughout him as he fucks into you harder, pulling you close to him, his face now in your neck.

You could only whine at the shame you felt, Aran not even crossing your mind like that anymore. His hand unyielding its place on your breast, his fingernails leaving marks there as leaves sloppy kisses under your ear, knowing how sensitive you were there.

“You like this, right? Getting fucked like a whore, showing off. Like it when you’re stuffed full of my cock, pounding my own cum into you? You know cant leave me”

The vulgar splurge of words coming from his mouth along with his cock nuding your cervix at this angle was knocking the sense out of you, letting your moans finally be free, not holding them back anymore. Your body going limp in his hold, lucky that he was holding onto you so desperately, his hot breath sticking to the slobber he left on your neck.

“tsumu,” you gasped out to his delight, not even realizing what you had just said, too lost in pleasure. Knowing that he now has you in the palm of his hand. Saying his name so casually and lewd, like he wasn't going to rule the country one day. Pushing against his tight unchanging hold on you. “Can’t , please― ”

“You’re addressing someone of importance you know.” He said, regripping the base of your neck hard enough to hold you in place. “People are killed for not addressing royalty properly. Confidence overflowing through his words, finally having the upper hand.

“It would be a shame if that happened to you”. He continued, a slight tease in his voice, his cock getting harder looking at your pretty little tears dripping down your cheeks, falling onto your tits.

“-i didn’t mean to!” you sniffled, moving your arms backwards, grabbing onto him, lucky that he wouldn't cut your hands off for touching royalty at him. Tears now flowing from fear and pleasure.

“Tell me who I am, then I might forgive you.” he teased, playing mind games with you, having you fall and break into his hands, made him grow in excitement. “M-my lord” you moaned, not wanting to give in. “No.” he asserted, his grip on your neck tightening again. “Tell me who i really am”

You trembled in his hold that was growing looser with every second, knowing exactly what he wanted. “f-future king” you muttered out trying not to cry, embarrassed of how this, he, was affecting you.

You would normally be scared in this situation but the way his cock was pulsing inside you making all your worries go away. If you were to die, you would gladly if this was the reason why.

Your words getting to him, somehow fucking into you harder, bruising your cervix, breaking into your womb. “You want me cum inside? Leave my cum stuffed up inside of you? Hmm?” you could only nod, knowing you had no other choice, not that you wouldn't choose the other option in this situation, the feeling of pleasure overriding your logical thoughts.

“Can't hear you.” He uttered, groans following him. ”y-yes!” you whined like a baby, not wanting the feeling of him to leave. You were really spoiled, always getting what you wanted, and as usual he followed though, never saying no to you. “What a good girl, already thinking of how to help me.”

You don't know how long it’s been anymore, can’t think of anything besides ‘Prince Atsumu’, just how he wanted it. He couldn't picture anything other than him fucking you full of cum until your swelling with it. Unable to move as he flips you over facing him, wanting to see face first the mess he was making in your cunt.

Every part of him wants to own you, in and out. Wants to break you down until you're completely his, until your body responds to only him, until your brain is trained to be completely his, not giving any other man any attention.

“Want me to breed you, want me to fuck so much of my cum into you, that it’ll be spilling outta you for days? M’gonna knock you up full of my babies, just like a good little girl,” he groaned, having your wrists pinned to the bed with one hand.

Not like you could move, his strong arms holding you in place. Your pitiful whines not being heard over the sound of his balls slapping into you, the sound of you creaming all over him being white noise at this point. But the idea is nice at the moment; being unable to move, just being Prince Atsumu’s, the future king of Inari’s plaything to fuck as he pleases.

“Tight little cunt, swallowing my cock up,” he tells you, watching as the drool escapes your mouth, kissing it off of you. “Gonna fuck you till your pregnant angel, I’m gonna fuck you again and again until your carrying my heir. You’d like that, right love? Fuck my cum in and out of you.”

“y-yeah tsumu please tsu- tsumiee, please -ahhh” you cried, not caring what the consequences were. He was thrilled, his excitement being shown through his body, finally breaking you down to this state.

The fact that he turned you, a sweet, nervous virgin, into a needy little thing. Still remembering the day he took it, getting on his knees for the first time in his life, being the first person he's ever pleased and not the opposite.

Something about you made him keep coming back, wanting to see your face scrunch up in delight, caring about you more than himself, wanting to be your first and last. He genuinely thought he was going crazy, not experiencing a human emotion.

“Gonna fill you up with little princesses and princes so you gotta stick around and we’ll make a whole kingdom for ourselves.” he stated, wanting to make sure no one could mistake you as anything but his.

Your “yeah” makes his heart burst. You soft, sweet voice saying just what he wants makes him snap, hips relentless as he fucks you, unable to think beyond anything except fucking a baby, or two, into you. Wanting to see you so big and needy.

His heads in a whole nother world, the urge to fuck you, make you his own, the only thing not draining him. He trails finger down to your clit, rubbing it energetically. Listening to your sobs, edging him to not stop.

“Please” you voiced out, choking on your words. Being so close, yet so far. Him not letting you orgasm until he wanted you to. His selfish desires making you kick your legs out in complaint.

Feeling his cock pulsing inside you, finally moving his fingers on your clit again; blessing the gods that he at last let you cum, your body shaking as he slid his length deeper into you. You let out a cry, clinging onto him. His shoulders being placed into your arms as you didnt let him go, chest rising and falling dramatically.

“Fuck!,” he grunted. You nails digging into his skin, leaving little crescents there. Dropping into your neck as he finally feels sedated, cum shooting hot and thick into you. Holding you as you did him, your eyes already staring to close.

“You take everything so good, princess. so slutty,” he says, affectionate as he can be, looking at the mess you were making. His newfound love for you pouring out with every touch he laid on you. Not pulling out of you as he picked you up to get the dirty sheets off the bed, your head falling back his arms, eyes burning to close, lips slightly open.

“My love...” he murmured, now laying his body on yours, skin to skin. His face in your chest, your hands grabbing onto his fluffy hair. “You’re such a sweet girl… a pretty little thing.” he whispered, knowing you loved when the words left his mouth.

You murmured back, wanting the words ‘I love you'' to come out so desperately. Hiccupping as he adjusted himself in you. Leaving light kisses on your chest, clenching at the sensation, hating being so sensitive.

As he trails his hand down your chest to the pendant necklace laying in between your breasts, the first gift he ever got you.

He noticed you never took it off, just this one, not the countess rings, headpieces and other necklaces he bought you. He knew that you very much appreciated those, but this one was special to you, even keeping it on whenever you had to put on other jewelry whenever he had events, tucking it in the chest part of your corset.

You coddled him, his real personality coming back, where he acted like a needy baby, loving how you held him in your arms. Feeling like home along with his mellow smell, the scent of burnt amber mixed with the comfy smell of fresh linen making you melt into his touch everytime he pulled you closer.

He didn't want to admit how attached to you he was. Your warm smile, soft body, always knowing how to take care of him and make him feel warm and cozy, his personal stress reliever. Swearing he saw a halo around you head when you woke him up every morning, the light shining through the windows providing another testament.

“Were you serious?” you said, voice course and shaky. Wanting to hear the words you wanted the most.

“I'm the future king, they can't go against my orders.” He said reading your mind again, understanding how stressful it must be in your position. “Besides you already are in the eye of the people.” he huffed out, rubbing your stomach with his warm hands.

You saw a smile appear on his face before he disconnected himself from you, disregarding the warmth leaving your body.

“P-prince Astumu! You can't!” you uttered trying to take it off as fast as you could, hands scrambling. “Shh, see?” he said, turning your head to the mirror. “Look at how well it fits you.” he continued. You thinking his mind was clouded right now. Your naked form covered by the sheets the sheets. Your being a mess, along with your eyes looking red and swollen.The crown being the only thing presentable, sitting upon your fucked out head.

“fuck, you’re so pretty...” he said, giving you a longing kiss on the forehead, taking his time separating from you.

“W-what are we?”you said finally placing the crown back on the dresser.

“What do you want us to be?” he said, letting out a laugh, trying not to be so serious as he's never felt this way before. Being nervous for the first time since he was a kid.

“I'm serious.” you said pulling away from him. His shocked attitude working the fastest he's ever done in his whole career. His face expressing his need

“Ok...” pulling you back to him, the thought of you leaving making him want to crumble. ‘I need you.”

“And?…i'm not the only one you need.” you said trying to push him, his immature side coming in at the worst times.

“Fuck, okay my love, i promise you, you or I won’t be going anywhere, okay? I swear on god's green earth and everything I own.” suffocating you in his arms so you couldn't leave, pressing his lips against your head speaking every word that came into his mind.

Before you moved your head looking at him in the eyes, the blanket pulled up over the both of you, the roses wilted all over the floor. Your stare halting his thoughts, your eyes telling him to spill every secret that he held against you, wanting to know his very thought about you.

His eyes met yours, not being able to look away. A sigh left his lips as a blush grew on his face, you being the first person to leave him like this. At last he regained his composure, his messy haired, scratched up self speaking. “If you'd just let me explain.”

[tinyyzz]

The Shirt

Notes: I had this idea for so long it was even before I decided to quit writting last year but I didn’t know how to write it but here you go. Hope you like it, and have a great day ahead or tomorrow ;))

Prompts: “Is that my shirt?”

Tommy x reader.

Tags!: @captivatedbycillianmurphy @thomasinada

You stared in the mirror in the living room confusedly as you just realised...

Why were you wearing a white shirt and a pair of pants?

Maybe why was not the question, it was more of whose.

Not a few moments ago you had hurriedly dressed because of the harsh cold whispering about yourself. You had intruded on Ada’s residence when you had been caught in the rain outside, which, you observed, was not letting up anytime soon.

And the nearest shelter being Ada’s house.

You chuckled upon realising that all you needed now was a cap, overcoat and a barrel of alcohol. “Peaky fockin’ blinder.” You whispered, smiling to yourself as you snarled and mimicked the accent that belonged to the eldest Shelby. “This place is under new management!!”

You pause for dramatic effect.

“By order of the Peaky Blinders.”

“Thomas Shelby.” You held up your hand loosely as if you were holding a whiskey glass.” Alcohol and cigarettes are my specialty.” You clear your throat and whispered hoarsely, holding up your hand higher as if for a toast.” You know, gentlemen, there is hell, and there is a place below hell.”

You spy a figure in the corner of your eye and, thinking it was Ada, you smile. “Ada, look.” Opening your arms, still facing the mirror.” Don’t I look like a Peaky Blinder?”

“I’ll say you do.”

Your eyes widened as snapped to turn at the voice, stunned as the figure that you thought was Ada, had been, evidently, Thomas Shelby. You meet a pair of glittering blue eyes searching you up and down.

Shit.

“Is that my shirt?”

You clear your throat awkwardly, as if you didnt mimick and mock him a few moments ago.” I dont know,” you answered steadily,”is it?”

He looks at you, an amused smile playing on his lips as he studied you. You gulped at the intimidation.

Not that you were afraid,

its just not everyday you were under the gaze of Thomas Shelby.

“(y/n)? You alright?” Ada’s voice sounded (to your relief).” Here you are Tommy.” She passes him a loaded gun and he nods his thanks, moving to place it in his holster.

Saved.

You turn to her, opening your mouth to speak, but Tommy had already beat you to it.

“Why’s (y/n) wearing my old things?”

On Ada’s face there grew a smile, she looked at you smugly.

And realising her intentions, you returned it with a death stare.

She always knew you were slightly attracted to her brother, she made sure to be careful that it didn’t escalate any further, but it was still a running joke for her to tease you about it.

This, you assume, being one of the jokes.

“Well why not?.” Ada answered innocently, looking at her brother, “m’sure you dont mind.”

He shrugs and blows out the smoke from his cigarette.” It’s a little big though.”

You turned to Tommy and feel a slight burning sensation in your cheeks.” I- I’m sorry, I didn’t know...” you stammer as you spy from the corner of your eye that the smile on Ada had been full. Ada you sly fox, I will get you for this.

He shakes his head with the same smile on his face. Runs in the family, you thought, as you rolled your eyes inwardly.” Well ladies, I take my leave. Be careful both of you.” When he bends to kiss your cheek goodbye, he hovers near your ear.

“Impressive performance.”

You gave him a startled look and he walks away. Once he had closed the door, you turned slowly towards the Shelby sister, narrowing your eyes. She bursts out in laughter looking at you.

“Come here you...!”

[rintarous]

fuckboy!osamu

[ masterlist ]

kageyama | kita | suna | tendou

oh everyone already knows

him and his brother are notorious for their reputation of being the school resident pretty boys

it was inevitable

he had the looks and everything else u dont have

and not to mention he’s a jock or a volleyball player lmao

bonus points: he can cook

so its safe to assume he knows how to win any woman’s heart

or the entire school population

like he got everyone by the palm of his hand

in all seriousness he did this whole fuckboy act as big joke

cs he wanted to mock his brother for doing this shit so seriously like its his job to be a fuckboy

osamu: are you doing this to pay rent?

atsumu: wha? what rent? we live with our parents??????

he even wonders why atsumu wont give the same energy to his studies and shit

“why don’t you have the same energy when doing your school works ‘tsumu?” he casually brings up as he was doing his homework unlike his brother who’s busy texting 5 different people at the same time

“fuck off ‘samu” his brother grumbles from his bunk (bottom bunk)

and now he’s stuck with all these little to no good people just wanting to fuck him for practically nothing  

so he gotta keep this act of being suave and shit but if you looked more closer in his eyes,,,, 

hes showing signs that he wants to fucking die 

literally and figuratively 

like he just wants to eat his food and go

without being mobbed by people

occasionally he’ll see someone cute and pretty and thats it

but a fuckboy gotta do what they gotta do yk??

by that i mean take them out on small dates

cs he doesnt see the point in fucking them

and like i said before, he doesn’t even take his reputation seriously lol

so in all fairness, he’d just take that “fling” out on dates and shit 

and then he lets the fling do its thing by falling for him 

and BAM!! he’s done w you

“next fling please” he laughs to himself, as if his flings are just some receipt you get from eating at a restaurant 

but all the fuckboy-ery of his ended when he began to take notice of you

like he noticed your lunch box had different fillings everyday

making his mouth water out of envy

like how??? do??? you?? make?? those?? weird??? looking?? shrimp?? look?? so?? appetizing????

anyway so,

obviously you knew about the miya twins’ reputation

you must be living under a rock if you didnt know who they were

but you being you, u just focused on making your lunch tasting good instead of drooling over those mediocre lookin dudes if you say so yourself

what you didn’t know is that you caught no other than miya osamu’s attention

JUST BECAUSE OF YOUR FUCKIN BENTO BOXES LMFAOOOOO

one day osamu casually slid in your table looking at you with wide eyes

“hey” osamu greets politely

“at least this twin has manners” you thought to yourself as you stared right back at him in confusion

“did you need something from me?” you raised a brow at the grey haired boy

osamu shakes his head and points to your bento box of the day

“those look good. i want to try some” he says boldly, mouth watering staring at the golden brown tempura 

“sure” you pushed your bento box near him and he started eating

and boi i think he just fell in love with you on the spot

“A GIRL WHO CAN COOK?????” was basically the thought that was running in his head the entire time

so after that amazing lunch he had with you, he knew he had to get your contact so y’all can text each other abt recipes and what not

“hey this shit was amazing and i want to get your number so you can text me what your lunch is for the day so i can come up with something that could counter yours if thats okay?” osamu asked with his mouth full

“hey don’t talk with your mouth is full” you scold him playfully, grabbing your hanky and wiping those stray rice on the corner of his lips

OKAY OSAMU’S HEART RATE JUST WENT: ASHADKJAHAJK 

!!!!!!!!!!!!

so a few days pass by and y’all were just non stop texting each other food related shit

“hey wyd” - u

 “cooking onigiris, hbu?” - osamu

“OOH SHOW ME” - u

and y’all be having a blast doe cs osamu was actually rlly funny?? 

like his dry humor was top notch and made you choke in front of him too many times for him to count

and osamu was just dreamily staring at you while you almost die right in front of him like: mhmmmm thats my girl

wait

MY GIRL??????

yeah so at this point osamu got the hots for u bae 

like u’re all he thinks about

with the exception of food of course

i mean how could he not??

you can cook, you look pretty, you take his sarcasm to the next level and reply with something even more sarcastic?? all in one

and he was trying to think of a way to ask you out on a date but only one thing came to mind 

and that was to take a italian cuisine cooking class

LFMAOSJDISAJDAO

“oh yeah before i forget, i booked us to this italian cooking class i saw on the way home yesterday” 

and your eyes sparkles cs you absolutely love learning new recipes 

“omg??? i’m so excited!!” you giggled, feeling giddy

and osamu again,, just smiles dreamily staring at you 

but that had to be ruined by the school bell ringing meaning lunch was over :(((

“have to go now ‘samu. i’ll see you around” you waved goodbye to him as you rush to your next class

so the day finally comes

he picks you up at your house just like planned and before you know it you’ve arrived at the italian cooking class 

so it starts kinda slow like learning the basics and shit

and finally the good part, the part y’all make pasta

you two were having a blast on this lil class

like osamu making pasta puns here and there as you knead the dough

and thats where you start noticing how,,, c*te osamu is like,, was he always this playful?? 

“hey y/n?” osamu calls out

“yeah?” you turned your head to face him

“i’m feeling a little saucy” he wiggles his eyebrows making you burst out laughing

“You are tortellini awesome, ‘samu” you managed to hiccup in between laughs

making osamu smile so widely to the point his cheeks hurt

“This is pastably the worst pasta pun i’ve ever heard!” osamu points out

at this point you two were hysterical 

it was just too... punny ;) 

“I’m so gnocchi to have you” osamu suddenly quips up

“how so?” you smiled, while stirring the pot

“You are tortellini beautiful” he compliments, stroking a finger on your cheek making you blush intently

“how ramentic” you coo, giving him a kiss on the cheek

“Holy Cannelloni!“ osamu gasps, cupping the cheek you kissed

“i’m guessing this whole class was just a date to ask me out?” you chuckled, fixing up your dish

now it was osamu’s turn to blush

“That is tortellini accurate.“ 

[jean-does-not-have-a-horseface]

Only Time Makes It Human 3

Part 1 | Part 2

A/N: hi and sorry for the long wait, I had to squish my brain real hard to get this chapter out, but I hope you like it, I decided a chapter about growth wasn't enough and y'all gave me an idea for angst so I just splashed it there and we'll delve into it more on the next chapter. 10/10 the idea works well enough for me to bring Levi and reader together even more. So don't call me out on being random. This is raw, un fucking edited, I'll edit later 💗

Pairing: Levi/ Reader

Tags: modern au, college au

Warnings: mentions of blood

Special kudos if you figure out why I used this gif ;)

The problem with your feet being numb in the morning when you woke up wasn't supposed to phase you as much as it currently did, but the weathering cold that had barged its way to your room silently begged to have you feel something other than the everlasting whirlpool of regret.

Which was -unsurpisingly- something you had been spiraling into a lot lately.

Your ringtone -or rather the caller that had caused it to go off- nontheless remained mercilessly unforgiving to your current condition. The brute vibrations that accompanied your once favorite song ripped through the air and bounced on every wall inside your room before it wooshed inside your eardrums.

You fucking finally had to change that ringtone, you thought.

Your feet, moist and heavy as they buzzed with the aftermath of the coma-like sleep you had just gone through, struggled to wiggle from underneath the comfort of your blankets. Your hands instinctively rubbed the underside of your nose as you sniffled all the cold of the room around you. Throwing the blanket off of you, you groaned at the non stop ringing of your phone.

The few steps to your desk felt like an eternity of having to walk with a badgy weight on your feet, but the faint feeling in your body didnt come to an halt even after you picked the device in your hands. Your eyes couldn’t really adjust well to make out the ID of the caller, of course, sleep hadn't rubbed off your eye lids yet, but still you slid the emerald button to acceptance with no resistance.

“Hey” you sleepingly moaned.

“Hellooo! (Y/n)!” Hange called enthusiastically for the other line, her joyous voice piercing your eardrums “Where are you booo?”

“I just woke up why?” you yanwed.

Pacing your eyes around your room you noticed the dull daylight creeping in through your blinds, signaling the gloom of another potentially snowy day for Trost. You blinked as you took notice of the few articles of soon to reside in the laundry bin clothing as well as the dress that hung from your closet door.

And then, it all snapped.

“Oh. shit!”

Anxiety rushed through you like a bullet to the gut, gushing numbness and waves of cold sweat from the point of impact. Forcefully, you ripped your phone off your ear and double tapped at screen to make it light up. The date read December 25, and below it, laid numerous notifications of your alarm and even a pop up reminder from last night to not forget the food you had to take with you.

Thinking back to that, your head started spinning like crazy, the familiar, yet bizarre feeling of your stomach dropping overtaking you. You hadn't cooked, rather, you had spent all night drinking and sulking on your own, cursing yourself for all your choices up to date.

"Yes, oh shit!” Hnge laughed “Oh! You forgot?”

"Hangeeee stop screaming oh my god no I didn't forget, I'm on my way okay?"

A little yelp came out of your mouth as the cable of your charger prevented you from taking another step closer to your bedroom door; letting out a curse under your breath though you quickly unplugged your phone, and rushed over the mess of your room and out to your living room.

"But you said you just woke up."

"Ahhh," you scratched your head, feeling your loose t-shirt sliding down your shoulder "no!" You said, then in a sterner voice you repeated "No! I uhm, I was just-"

Your poor excuse to communicate after having just woken up didn't startled Hange. If anything, she seemed to find it amusing because she burst into joyous, bubbling laughter at the sound of your despair. And you couldn't blame her for it; were you under any other circumstance you would be laughing with yourself as well.

"It's fine. Erwin and I are making a cake for shorty so if you want to cook here you have plenty of time yet. I'm going to say it though, we could really use your pastry skill."

You let out a sigh as you took your phone off your ear and pressed on the speaker icon. Your hands worked fast to grip onto the hem of your shirt and then, even faster, they managed to pull it off of you in shift movements.

"I'm just going to have a shower, dress up and I'll be on my way. It shouldn't take more than 30 minutes."

Hange exhaled in utter relief through the phone and you could practically feel her sheepish smile as Erwin shouted a big fat 'thank you' from the depths of his kitchen. Bringing out a hand to grap your shower cap -the only shower product you loathed using- you ripped the cap off its place on your cabinet and messily shoved all of your hair in it in rushed movements.

"Got any questions before I hit the shower Hange?"

"Please ask her" Erwin was heard and you cocked your head to the side at the sound.

"No Erwiin, we got it under control okay?"

"No we don't."

Shaking your head to prevent yourself from zoning out, you clicked your tongue before opening your mouth to address your two friends. Asking as to what they were referring to was easy, although it was obvious that Hange felt confident in succeeding in the task Erwin was referring to. Knowing Hange though, you thought you could guess perhaps what exactly was going on.

"Please don't mix food coloring with spinach juice to make the cake green like two years ago."

Erwin's laughter was pretty much evident through the other line as Hange went on blubbering about how she wasn't going to do it again giving extreme emphasis as to why she couldn't understand the reason it tasted bad in the first place but would go with what you said nevertheless. At that point Erwin was laughing hysterically, telling you how Hange was once again, indeed, thinking about it and the sound of his laughter grew even louder than Hange's words.

"Do you have food coloring?"

"Yes Hange I have food coloring."

"Plea-pleaee bring some. Dammit Erwin what's gotten into you- gotta go (y/n) see you in a while."

The beeping sound from the other line left you little to no time to properly reply to your friends with a much wanted greeting, though, you didn't think much of it. You were going to spend the whole day with them, so getting upset over not getting the chance to say goodbye over the phone wasn't something that should have caused guilt to spurt in you.

But surely, this wasn't the only cause of your overly bubbling guilt. The actual cause of the knot in your gut laid to the fact that within the time span of two weeks you had managed to to drag Levi and yourself into a rather steep rabbit hole. There was going to be a serious impact of your relationship with your friends had the two of you made it known to them; everyone would scold you -and they'd be right at that- and maybe this time they'd pick sides as to what wrong or not. And you didn't want that.

Although you secretly wished everyone went with Levi. Or at least you had come to the conclusion that that was what you deserved.

You had been feeling bothered and repulsed by what had caused you to make out with him that night, given the fact that you had been the one that initiated the kiss. And just as much, you had been feeling furious over Levi allowing this to ever happen. But looking back at it now, you couldn't say you regretted getting close to him even in such way. And that was probably the most infuriating thing of all.

Nevertheless, there was also the fact that you would be seeing Levi today and frankly you didn't know what to do with that. Should you act like everything was fine? Should you simply ignore him? Was Petra going to be with him?

Speaking of Petra it would be best if you straight up let her know of what had happened. Acting shady with another woman's man behind her back was outrageous for anyone to do and you hated being in that position like the next person.

Your stomach twisted dangerously at your spiraling thoughts, but you chose to ignore the tight knot, attributing the loud growl you had heard to one caused by your excessive hunger.

Perhaps, your shower was going to help you sort out your thoughts and intentions.

With a twist of your wrist the water started sprinting out of the tap in your shower. Your eyes were fixated on your phone, your thumb roaming through Spotify in hopes to find the perfect song to company your bath with. You simply said good for a Christmas playlist that Spotify suggested, tapping on that, a list of numerous jolly songs popped up in your screen and you simply pressed the big shuffle button before putting your head on your cabinet.

..

The walk to Erwin's house was very much and as previously expected, quiet. The sidewalks on your way were all covered in sugary white snow, decorating each different apartment complex in the non urban side of Trost along with the standard holiday decorations.

Taking a deep sigh you brought the back of your finger to the metallic button of Erwin's doorbell. Blinking rationally, you looked around at the marble front door frame of his apartment complex, your blood subtly rushing to your feet. You dragged the tip of your combat boot over the snow, curling your toes on the fuzzy material that covered the inside of the shoe.

You were beginning to become impatient as you waited on the doorframe, Erwin was taking way too long to open the door and you were practically freezing out there; the dress you wore did almost nothing to keep you warm. Despite you taking precautions by wearing a cardigan and the leather coat that you had snatched from your brother, the cold still pierced through your sheer black pantyhose, as if your efforts to stay warm were ridiculous.

The sound of footsteps was what startled you next but still your head didn't turn to the source of the buzzing noise. Your nose simply nuzzled to the scarf you had wrapped around yourself as you rubbed your face onto its warm fleece material.

"Uh, hi."

This time you could help but turn around to check who had thrown a greeting at you.

A familiar puff of ginger hair greeted you as you snuck your nose out of the edge of your scarf, two big and round hazel eyes stared right at you as you blinked rapidly back at them.

Great. Just great.

"Hey."

Petra wiggled her nostrils once to the left and then to the right, seemingly scratching the awkwardness in the atmosphere away. She blinked her eyes a few times into yours, her lips pursing together slightly as if she was coming up with a good comeback to your greeting, yet it never came.

"uhm, what's up?"

Your fingers slightly clutched the edges of your coat, crossing over your chest as you felt your jaw start clattering. Your pupils gathered at the corners of your eyes, catching small glimpses of Petra as you eyed her up and down.

She too had opted for a cardigan and a dress. A very safe choice if you were in a place to express your opinion but hers, despite being adorned with numerous tiny and dainty coral and red flowers, looked so thin and tule like and it barely covered her thighs, so much that you felt a pinch of concern run through you that you were slow to decide on whether you wanted to brush off or not.

"I'm.. good." She managed to let out, but you noticed how her lip trembled.

She was definitely shivering, if that wasn't concerning enough you didn't know what was, and she looked so frail and out of place that she could definitely beat you at it. Plus, the lack of a warm jacket struck somewhat of a nerve at you. Even feeling so much guilt over being in her presence you couldn't help but feel your motherly friend instincts wash over you; why wasn't she wearing something warmer? And why were you seconds away from taking off your jacket to offer it to her when you knew she wouldn't even accept it.

"Damn, Erwin's sure taking long, do you want my jacket?"

"Uh-"

Once again and mostly out of instinct, your finger tapped over the metallic button, covered by the edge of your sleeve. Suddenly, the familiar buzz of the intercom growled in your eardrum and you shook your head to its direction automatically.

"I'm so sorry!" Erwin said. "Come in!"

"Hey Erwin!" Petra spoke before you had a chance to say your wanted reply.

Even if you couldn't see him, you knew how shocked of an expression he was wearing.

Taking the few steps into the apartment complex's yard, you rushed to the next door and waited for the known buzz which signaled that Erwin had finally let you inside. With awkwardness spread over your face though, you pushed your lips into a thing line, holding the door back as you signaled to Petra that she should be the first to come inside.

"Thank you." She muttered.

"No prob."

You watched as Petra hesitated to push the elevator button; with a set of trembling fingers her palm rested only a few inches before the metallic button that was lit in a red arrow. With another smile you came closer to her and went to check in which floor the elevator was currently at. Whether she flinched intentionally or not, you didn't know.

"Wanna share a lift? It'll be a while till it comes down again." You offered.

"Uhm, yeah okay."

Once she responded, Petra tapped onto the elevator button with her thumb.

Petra looked at you and clung onto the edged of her cardigan once again. You took notice of how she looked a little more casual and unkept, despite being dressed on point; the lack of a jacket and her tousled naturally wavy bob betrayed an unwillingness to be present to today's event and it's was painfully obvious.

"I'd like to" Petra hesitated, "I'd like to talk to you about something."

"Oh sure, what is it about?"

"It's about Levi."

Dead silence fell as Petra didn't dare turn her gaze to your direction. The little screen over the elevator button still showed that your lift was taking long to come down as if it mocked you, but you couldn't find it in you to tap into the button once again.

"Would you like to grab some coffee with me tomorrow?"

Tomorrow.

Tomorrow.

Tomorrow.

To say that you were panicked would be an exaggeration and probably a degradation to Petra's feelings. Her breathing was heavier than your own, frankly because for her it must have been even more uncomfortable than it was for you. You couldn't blame her for that.

Nonetheless you couldn't help but be genuinely curious as to what she had wanted to tell you? It was evident that she knew something. What's slipped you was whether or not she want to bash you for your actions.

She had every right to do so.

"Yeah. Of course, uhh, tomorrow sounds good."

....

Christmas day wasn't as bad as you had expected it to be when Hange had announced to you that Levi would be coming alone with Petra.

For starters, the food was in plehtora; Erwin had cooked your jolly favorite roasted chicken, Mike and Nanaba had brought an enormous plate of their creamiest, most mouth watering souffle, Levi had made some god tasty pumpkin soup and Hange had taken actually good care of fixing a custom non alcoholic cocktail to each one of you.

All of this drool worthy deliciousness had caused, and non surprisingly at that, your body to submit in that peaceful demi slumber that tagged along with the fullness of your tummy. Frankly, it had been so long since you had enjoyed such a good meal and you didn't think you would be enjoying another one until Mikasa's birthday.

Thus, the cool evening sir that entered the room when Erwin opened the window door to the balcony, found you laying on the floor right next to the tangerine fire that danced in the fireplace. You could faintly feel Nanaba's hand scratch at the roots of your hair, her almond tipped nails slowly running in purringly mellow lines over your sculp that sent you to pure delight.

Levi's eyes danced over your form more than he'd like to admit so. Ever so slightly his pupils would travel up and down your thighs and calfs, examining the material of your sheer back pantyhose but whatever emotion overcame him wasn't the animalistic lust he had expected to feel.

He felt rather guilty. And not only for staring at your legs. For bringing himself upon the situation he was in.

It wasn't easy to think with a throbbing head but in Levi's world this poor condition was translated as a prompt to try to get out of whatever shithole he had found himself in. Maybe. Because there was also a certain part inside of him that bashed him to no end about his previous and degrading actions to both Petra's and his person, which part he completely and rationally justified.

With a quick glance at Petra, Levi brought his hand to his face to hopefully wipe any of the numbness his guilt had got him feeling. Petra seemed to enjoy herself as per usual. With her soft smiles and the mellow sway of her hair over her shoulder, she'd often reach for the hem of her white wooly cardigan to cover her shoulder while cooing into the soft material and onto the side of the couch she was seating in.

It would be hard for anyone to guess that the two of them had broken up.

She was unsurprisingly sitting as far off him as she could; the fact that they hadn't announced to anyone they had broken up because they didn't want the Christmas party at Erwin's to be ruined didn't mean she owned Levi to act like his faithful and bubbly dog.

It happened that night after he had stood her up at the movies.

Levi had gathered all of his determination and had managed to push all thoughts aside from the back of his brain, as he was despairate to ignore that feeling your make out session had brushed on him. He had walked up to Petra, all dissolved and stoic, his chest swelling with anxiety. He had stared at her with an agape mouth, he had been muttering words so honest that he felt were fatally brute and Petra had digested them all without any difficulty.

And before he knew it, he was over and done.

Petra hadn't cried, she hadn't wept, she had only answered him with a smile that she'd rather just be friends with him if things weren't going to work between them.

And to an extended it tortured the ravenette, mostly because he remembered the hurt look in her face before she had managed to hide it with her usual mellow smile.

Taking another sigh, Levi stared at Petra's hand while she played silently with the lettuce hem of her dress. Her hazel orbs were fixed on you, who laid before the fireplace like a stray cat on the tire of car during a snowy day. Levi couldnt exactly place the exact emotion behind Petra's expression, though it would be perceived by most as a saddened one. There were specs of regret gathering at the corners of her eyes, reluctance gathered at her slightly puckered lips and a hint of determination to the front tips of her eyebrows.

Maybe Petra's inner strength was something that Levi deeply admired.

Levi made no effort whatsoever to reach out to her to ask what was going on, not even to show some seemingly convern. The more he looked at Petra, the more it felt utterly wrong for him to simply stand next to her, knowing what he had do behind her back. Whether he loved her or not, it wasn't like him to be caught up in such stupid drama.

"Shorty!"

Levi looked up to an enthusiastic Hange with much tousled hair and a big grin on her face that spread from one ear to another. With another, more thorough glance, he quickly became aware of the cake in her hands; a cake covered in white frosting, decorated with soft pastel green letters that wrote a simple birthday wish to his person. He couldn't help but let out a sigh.

"For you!" Hange smiled further "Erwiiin, come light up the candles!"

Looking around the room he noticed how all of his friends' gazes were on him. Mike and Nanaba remained cuddled on the couch opposite to the one he was on, Petra was mellowy smiling at his eith her cherry lips pressed into a thin line and you were fiddling with what seating arrangement was most comfortable for you at the moment.

"We're celebrating another year where you went up in age and down in height, how delightful." Mike commented, causing laughter to spark between the small group of people around you.

After the spur of happiness died out your eyes met with Levi's, briefly and then they traveled anywhere else in the room altogether.

"Let's light up the candles!" Smiled Erwin as he flicked the small metallic button of his lighter.

"I don't want too many, shit. The last time you took my lungs out."

"Not our fault that you're old Levi!" You spoke, earning a half smile by the ravenette.

"Very old!" Hange agreed.

"Tch, I'm only turning twenty six shut your shitty mouths!"

The warm light of the fire licked each waxed strip of wick that hung from the candles, illuminating Hange's face in warm orange light. Once done with lighting up the candles, Erwin plopped himself in between Levi and Petra, crossing his hands over his knees as he shifted his bottom in the most uncomfortable seating on a couch you had ever witnessed.

You merely caught a glimpse of Hange kneeling before Levi as you dragged your gaze over to Petra, fixating it on her for the thousandth time this evening.

There only was one thing in your head that bounced between the crevices of your brain like crazy. Just one simple words that held so much behind it.

Tomorrow.

Tomorrow you were going to apologize to Petra and try to make amends. Being the despicable toxic person you had turned into didn't suit you. Owing up to your mistakes was the first step to redemption and you weren't afraid to take it.

As you fell into a spiral of thoughts and guesses about tomorrow though, you couldn't help but subtly ignore the cheerful sing alone to Levi's birthday song.

.....

"Thank you for coming!"

Petra's hair was messily swaying all over her face, falling a direct victim to the frozen December air, yet she smiled as if nothing was going on.

The park around you was covered in snow. White was primarily the color that was plastered on everything, save for the dry stems of trees that were once covered in forest green leaves.

Your peeping hot coffee did nothing to warm up your hands, despite your best wishes and in the moment you had called victim to some specs of jealousy over Petra's gloved hands as they rubbed soothing over her own coffee.

"Of course, I had been meaning to talk to you as well."

"Oh you did?" Petra spoke with her eyebrows following the little surprise that was masking her tone. "To be honest, I didn't think you'd come."

"Yeah about that-"

"Can I please go first?" Petra cut you off.

Her huge hazel eyes that blinked into yours from your left side left you little to no space to deny her wish. Thus, by taking a sigh, you pushed past the quick beating of your heart and gestured her to go first with a kind smile on your face.

"Okay oof, thanks!" Petra huffed "look. Levi and I broke up. Now I know that you'll say it doesn't concern you, and frankly it'd be ideal if it didn't, but I know it does, because Levi explained to me what happened."

At that Petra slightly paused.

Naturallye first thing that came to your mind was the need to express an apology. Although, you weren't that sure if Petra would perceive the apology as sincere, you felt like you ought to give one to her. Yet her eyes blinked into yours further as she took another turn down the path you were walking on and you wordlessly followed asuit.

"I love Levi you know," she sighed "but Levi loves you. You're not over each other and it's painfully obvious, I mean you did just collided to eachother quite literally, not giving a single care about whether you couldn't have each other or not."

A sheer red colored tint painted your cheeks at her words.

Your skin pricked you, burning up a stingingly painful path to all of the pores on your face as shame took the form of an earth shattering wave. Your heart started heaping beats, hollering into the depths of your chest and you could hear it bounce inside your eardrums as if your whole body was hollow save for the jolting organ and the echo of the sound it made was bouncing around each fleshy wall.

Petra was right and you couldn't help but accept but stand the as she was lightning you with her words.

"It hurts to see that someone that I love doesn't love me back but it hurts more to see that you two are very miserable without eachother. I really thought you were a bitch you know."

At the sound of that, you let out a startled laugh.

"Me?"

"Yeah, you just gave us looks when we'd shoe up together somewhere or you'd simply leave, but I don't like turning my back on people and judging them like that. I'm in no place to judge anyone a coping mechanism."

Petra sighed. Her fingers curled strongly onto her cup, while her left palm went to support the cup by the bottom as she angled it on her lips. She made a tiny gulping noise as she drank a sip from her latte, her nose crinkling up as the hot beverage brushed over her sensitive tongue. In turn, you sipped similarly, mimicking Petra just hoping it would serve as a sign for her to go on with her speech.

"I might be hurt, but I vouch to help you and Levi resolve what's going on and get back together."

"You do?"

"Mhm"

"Petra I, I don't know what to say you- you're a literal angel." You admit and the guilt in your stomach only growled in its awakening.

You and Levi had hurt a wonderful person. Petra didn't need to be nice to you, she didn't need to offer to help you with anything but once you made yourself step inside her shoes you were able to see why she had perceived you the way that she initially had.

"I'm sorry."

Your voice was silent and stripped of any emotion other than shame yet Petra was beaming at you in response.

Her warm smile was elegant and comforting as she stared at you, taking another gulp of her drink with a soft giggle. Your eyes were locked with hers, saddened (e/c) irises staring into her hazel ones, as she smiled even more little by little.

It was strange.

There was a different kind of bubbling inside your chest and you knew because your heart wasn't hammering anymore, not was your stomach trying to be ripped apart in tiny pieces after it vored into your other intestines. You felt serene, at peace even.

It clicked to you that this is what must feel to be forgiven.

"It's fine, plus you guys kinda deserve each other." Petra laughed at your chocked inhale, pressing a comforting, gloved palm to your shoulder. "I'd rather find my happiness when I'm not in between two people that struggle to find theirs."

Petra nuzzled to the comfort of her jacket, giving you a scrunched up bunny smile. You knew it's not that she hoped you could be best friends after this. She simply wanted to make sure that she could do her best to help two people find happiness. And it wasn't all that bad, you figured. You didn't know what you would do were you in her place.

In a way, you admired Petra for being so strong.

"Besides, girls shouldn't bring down other girls."

"Yeah, and I'm sorry about what I did behind your back. I own up to my mistake. I can't take it back but I can promise that I won't become this toxic ever again."

You shot an apologetic side smile at her as you followed her tracks.

Taking a new look in your surroundings, you deeply inhaled the cold air, filling your lungs in shivering winter freshness. A few specs of snow were adorning Petra's hair as the fell from the sky in a dainty manner, licking the stray threads that popped from her wooly gloves.

There definitely was a commotion a few blocks away. You could hear sirens go off not so far from your spot but you chose to ignore them, it was typical for a city person to filter out unnecessary noise, and having to live in Trost added tons to what you had to filter or not.

"It's December twenty six and the two is back to being a Mayhem." Petra sighed.

"It's like we're Gotham or some shit."

"Gotham?" Petra blinked at you, earning a gasp from you.

"Step one to being the friend of someone who's majoring in comics-"

"Oh, friends yay!"

Shaking your head, to ignore the child like enthusiasm, you continued, "Please know the most well known fictional city, it's Batman's city too."

"OH!" Petra's mouth fell agape as she took in the information, but she quickly giggled again as she saw that you easily took a gulp of your beverage "you're right."

For what seemed like a second you felt at peace once again. Petra bubbled about how she wanted to apologise to Levi about her rather cold behavior last night, and explained in the most non detailed way how it was the memory of the passing of her mother that had caused her to become this grumpy.

"Don't worry Petra! But beware, you could be turning into Levi version two point oh and-"

A loud sound startled you, sending both you and Petra back a few steps. Dumbfounded, you stared at each other and around you, locking eyes with different by passers that were just as shocked as you.

"Maybe we should go back!" Petra suggested. You simply nodded, hearing a good amount of running footsteps coming to the direction of the block you were in. In any way, getting caught up with a manhunt wasn't in your plans for today

"Yeah maybe we shou-"

Your words were cut off absurdly, harshly and shockingly all together. As gunmetal orbs locked with yours, your eyelids shot open, hour mouth dropping to the snow covered concrete.

"Levi?"

Wait, Levi? That was actually so random

Before you could manage to process what was going on around you, or why on earth Levi had just popped up from the alley right across you another head splitting sound filled the air.

Levi -yes, this was indeed Levi, you just didn't really know how to process this- collapsed on his knees like a rag doll, his torso and head giving in to the exhaustion of his body. Once he fell, you stood frozen, shieldimg Petra with one hand as the two of you watched in horror while crimson started littering the sugary snow.

"Call an ambulance." You spoke dryly, eyes still wide with horror.

The people who had seemed to be after Levi quickly fell onto the hands of the hands of a handful of police men who were on their tracks, but you couldn't care to look at their faces. You just run towards Levi, always followed by a petrified Petra, your feet giving in as you kneeled right next to him, your fingers gingery ghosting over him just to inspect what was his condition.

You listened as Petra spoke with the emergency center in horror, explaining what was the scene before her eyes while struggling to keep herself from trembling.

"What's going on?" Shy muttered once she detached the phone off her ear.

"I'm pretty sure now is not the right time for a story, but Levi used to be in a street gang in his teens."

"Oh boy."

Oh boy indeed.

Here's your gentle reminder that constructive criticism makes me cry because I'm a baby

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Irreplaceable

pairing: bryce lahela x f!mc (Dr. Theia Valentine)

genre: angst but with happy ending.

about the fic: im just giving bryce's premium scene some closure ♡

inspo: this post by @ofpixelsandscribbles

a/n: I've never written for my mc before oof i hope i did her justice!! honestly this fic was so rushed (like all my fics lmao, i write on impulse, not meticulous planning and its a self indulgent fics so i dont rlly expect people to read because i kinds wrote it for my own sanity)

"We should do this much, much more often"

"Agreed."

Bryce looked around the on-call room. So much changed, the beds, the technology,  the lights... and maybe them. or maybe he was the one who changed.

Theia smiled and took his hand in his, beckoning him to accompany him back to the party. He slowly removed her hand away from his and took a step back. his face grew serious as he said,

"its.. probably not a good idea"

"why?"

"its just.. I don't know.. just go ahead, without me, I dont want to draw attention to us."

Theia could tell there was much more to Bryce's strange behaviour. Ever since they started their third year, she could see something was wrong with him, something was troubling him. but when they'd get intimate, all worries would go away and he'd get back to his normal self.

so what happened?

"so it's all a game to you, isn't it?"

"wh-what?"

"you don't need me.. you just want me to satisfy your needs"

"liste-"

"No, Dr. Lahela.  listen to me.", Theia raised her voice as her eyes started glistening with fresh tears.

"was it all a game to you? I thought we had something special.. something unique.. something homely.. when you dropped your fries just to kiss me..when you comforted within these same 4 walls, when we longed to feel each other when I was sick, when you walked me home after the funeral.. I guess I was a fool, I was just a distraction to you, wasn't it?"

she turned on her heels and made way to the door. Before her hands could even touch the handle, she felt Bryce's shaking hand on her shoulder.

"Theia.. please. please stay."

"what for?"

as much as she wanted to resist, she turned back to find Bryce on the verge of tears, with a face full of longing for her.

---

Bryce never hated anything more than the sight of Theia in pain. tonight, he made her cry.

He never meant to hurt her. but he always knew this day would come, especially since they started their third ywar of residency. He knew she and him would end up on different paths.

so why try? why grow close, just to fall apart? kiss, just to say goodbye? make memories, just to move on and forget them?

but he fell,  he fell hard for her. against his best wishes. he found himself caring more for her rather than himself. he found her tears as his own. maybe more painful than his own. when he found her alone on the floor, crying all by herself, he couldnt stop himself from comforting her, feeling the same hurt as she did. they grew closer faster than he imagined, but he loved every second of their relationship.

the day he saw Theia behind the glass walls, trying to reach for him, he aligned his hand on hers, with a glass wall between them. he needed her more than ever in that moment. that night, when he sat by her side, close but not close enough, he felt it.

he felt it surging thru his veins.

he felt love.

but he didnt admit it, for the fear of rejection.

he thought of himself as someone who was easily replaceable, someone who was just a second option to others, never the priority.

little did he know, all Theia wanted is, him by her side, no one else. She never thought of him as the second option, but as the only option.

---

Theia softened at the sight of him holding back his tears and silently cursed herself for being the reason behind his tears.

"im sorry for being so loud, but tell me one thing, Bryce. Do you even need me anymore?"

her words struck him right in the heart.

"if you dont have any answer, I'll go. I'll never bother you again.."

He looked right into her eyes, feeling more vulnerable than ever.

As the tears gently rolled down his cheek, he said,

"I need you, Theia. I need you by my side. I need you to be by my side at every moment of my day, not just at fancy rich parties, but by my side when i wake up to find you curled up in the sheets,  when I make coffee for us and you scoff at the amount of sugar i put in our latte, when there's something on my cheek during lunch and you offer to kiss it off. when i have trouble sleeping at nights and you offer to cuddle me until i feel safe. when i hate the movie you pick, and doze off with my head of your shoulder. I would always need you. But.. what if.. one day.. we don't need each other anymore?"

"what if one day.. say when you've completed your third year here and get a job in a place far away, away from me, away from us. what if there's no "us" anymore? what if you find someone better? what if one day, i end up badly heartbroken, if you ever do so? better keep my distance to lessen the pain, isnt it? Im replaceable, after all."

She couldn't believe the words he said, the feelings he was going through. She felt more horrible than ever for lashing out at him when he felt all of this.

She held his hand, and guided him to one of the beds.  they sat down together,  with her head on his shoulders. Tonight, roles were reversed, she was the one comforting him.

"I didn't know you felt all of this, and im sorry that I misjudged your behaviour."

she rubbed his arms, soothingly and continued,

"I dont know how to tell you this, but i can never go away from you, ever. for physically we may be apart but emotionally and mentally,  i find my home and my residence in your heart. I just-"

she took a deep breath.

"I just love you so much. I dont want you to drift apart from me. and from us. I maybe  a doctor and such sentimental stuff may sound crazy, coming outta my mouth but, I just want to make one thing clear."

she carefully removed her head from his shoulders and turned to look at him.

"Dr. Bryce Lahela, your name is engraved in my every heartbeat. Other people may try to change it, but I know they're gonna fail, as I don't love anyone else apart from you. Do i make this clear?"

Bryce's lips curled into his classic beautiful smile as he started to speak, but Theia cut him off.

"and you better not call yourself replaceable next time, or im gonna punch you so hard."

she playfully punched him, earning a hearty laugh from him.

"Now, now Valentine, would you give me the mic to talk?"

She nodded and he continued.

"I don't think I expected a love confession to be in the very room we hooked up, ans honestly its kind of iconic, though i expected a few roses and all that glam..."

".. but you're enough to make my heart leap with joy. No roses needed, no chocolates required."

he took a moment to choose his words,

"I may be good at giving prep talks and all that stuff, but wow, I suck at this. Its probably cause i never did this before.. so let me get to it.. I love you too, Theia."

Theia crashed her lips into his for a fulfilling kiss as they both shared tears of joy,  finally confessing their love after 2 years of pure longing and messing around.

"Whew, who thought these simple 4-5 words would be so hard to say?"

She simply nodded as she wrapped her hands around his for those precious moments of bliss and joy.

yes, the walls, the beds, the room and the infrastructure around them changed, but they were still the same 2 people as from before,  with the same love and feelings in their heart.

and no amount of change could ever change that.

[heavensmortuary]

the resident evil ship?

Ooo ok! I dont ship often but RE is one of the few fandoms I have ships for. I'll go with Jill and Carlos, Claire and Leon, and Ethan and Mia

·When I started shipping them: After I played RE3R! I thought their dynamic was cool, especially Carlos doing his absolute best to protect Jill in the hospital (that part of the game was the most stressful sjdjf). For Claire and Leon; at the end of RE2R. That scene where theyre basically recovering from the fight and taking Sherry by the hands and leading her someplace safe was so heartwarming and I love them all very much. For Ethan and Mia, when I finished RE7

·My thoughts: I know RE doesn't really have the best writing when it comes to relationships, but I like how like, what a great team Jill and Carlos when working together! For Claire and Leon; yknow that one meme thats like "best friends secretly think of each other as sidekick", thats them. Leon and Claire should have been able to adopt Sherry. For Ethan and Mia, I know Mia is a bit. Odd. But Ethan loves her SO much. Like, hes absolutely willing to go through hell and back TWICE for her, even to the point where hes literally falling apart. I don't like Mia a ton because shes kind of a flat character, but Ethan is like. Husband of the year

·What makes me happy about them: For all of them, I'm not sure how I'd narrow it down except that I like it when characters are so devoted to each others safety, even though thats a trope used all the time. Like. I'm not even sure HONESTLY how id go through something so scary and hellish as like, the Bakers house in RE7, and all for someone I love. Same with the others; they encourage me to go the distance no matter how scary for the ones I love, and thats pretty cool imo.

· What makes me sad about them: oh boy oh boy alright. 1. Carlos was in RE3 (a game that came ouT IN THE 90s) and never used ever again. Jill haven't been in a game since Revelations 1 I think 2. Claire and Leon didnt get together and adopt Sherry and Sherry grew up raised by the Government pretty much. Infinite Darkness really belittled Claire's character next to Leon sjsjdkf 3. Uh. *Spoilers for RE8* WHOOP Ethan kicked the bucket without even saying goodbye to the wife he loved so much

·Things done in fanfic that annoy me: I can just think of one, and its people writing Ethan like. Getting together with one of the Lord's when uh. They all pretty much dismembered his kid. Pretty awkward. Also there seems to be a disturbing amount if hate towards Mia like. To the point where people love to kill her off in fanfic

·Things I look for in fanfic: I don't read fanfic much but when I do, I usually like reading about them all going on adventures or missions together

·Who Id be comfortable with them ending up with, if not with each other: Can't think of any really. I personally headcanon Claire as ace but that might be me self projecting lmao

·My happily ever after for them: Good question. For Carlos and Jill; I can't imagine them wanting to settle down that much. I would LOVE to see another game where they work together behind the scenes. Please RE9. Please. For Leon and Claire; honestly I cant think of much. They both need therapy and a vacation. For Ethan and Mia; they should have been able to live somewhere quiet and away from all the horrible things theyve seen and raised Rose. Simple, but thats what they deserve

[liliacvol6]

Gettin’ High ~ Bucky Barnes Smut

Summary: You smoke weed with Bucky, letting your new-found confidence from the herb take out, reveal some information you've been hiding and that leads to an interesting interaction with the super soldier....

Warnings: Mentions of weed, smutttttt, metal-arm kink, slight choking

Author's Note: This is my first fan-fic in about five years, please let me know if it's too slow or boring! Any feedback is much appreciated! :)

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"Finally" you whispered once back in your room. Throwing your uniform onto the ground and stepping into a hot shower would be a great way to start a night with yourself in the Avengers Tower. Everyone out on a big mission, except you. Getting injured a few months ago, with a slow and definitely not speedy recovery meant you got to do very little when it came to missions.

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"Steve, I hurt my arm over five months ago. I can go on this mission." You stood your ground, as tiny as it was, you being just a little over five-foot resulted in you looking like a puppy dog instead of a terror. Steve sighed and crossed his arms over his chest,

"Enough. I'm in charge of you, you're staying here. Until you can take Bucky again while sparring you won't return to the field." Your angry eyes met Bucky's head, he looked up from the file and locked eyes with you, he smirked at your anger and went back to reading. You were infuriated. Steve and the other avengers all treated you like a child because you were so much [physically younger than them. Bucky was always being a dick to you because you were powerful, able to generate and manipulate magnetic field was your mutant ability, but you couldn't take him while sparring.

The rules were for sparring were simple, no powers. You were being taught how to defend yourself in case Wanda went all "House of M" again and erased half of the mutants powers. Bucky was your training partner because Steve was too busy with other duties, forced to be paired with the strongest of the avengers was something you regretted. Sure with your powers you were unstoppable, but trying to fight against Bucky's metal arm and assassin skills was impossible.

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The one thing you could control was what you did when all the other avengers were out of the tower, smoke weed. It was the highlight of the most recent months. Being able to lounge wherever you wanted, smoke a bowl and just relax without the others screaming at you was a highlight to your residency as an avenger.

"Okay, meals are in the fridge, or just get take-out. Whatever you want, I don't care. You have one of my cards." Tony called to you as they all boarded the Quinjet. You smiled and waved to them as they took off, Nat giving you her signature smirk and a little wave, Steve nodding his head at you, Thor holding up his hammer as a sign of goodbye and Bruce giving an awkward wave. Tony blew a kiss as the door closed and they flew off.

You ran to your room and removed your suit. Digging through your underwear drawer and cursing yourself for putting it in such a lame hiding place, you pulled out your little container and picked a joint to start the night off with. You didn't want to smoke in your room in case a fire alarm went off so you went up to the roof. It was dark but there was a little make-shift seating area that Nat and you had set up to play cards and drink at night.

You let out a large sigh and sat on a fold-up chair, pulled out your lighter and lit the joint. The earthy smell of the weed filled your nostrils and you inhaled the marijuana, with your eyes closed and head titled to the stars you were ready to get your high on. You expelled the smoke only to open your eyes and scream.

"Jesus fucking CHRIST Bucky. What the FUCK are you doing here?" You screamed trying to put out the joint to hide the evidence of your actions. Bucky's eyes watched you as you were frantically trying to stay calm. "What?" You aggressively asked him as you felt your face becoming crimson.

"I didn't know you smoked weed." He said leaning forward, "I don't mind, I used to smoke weed in my teenage years." He smiled at you, you smiled back. You didn't even mean to smile but this was not typical Bucky behavior. He never smiled at you, always glaring or smirking.

"I only do it when no one else is here, it helps me to calm down and I can do stuff, I don't know." You trailed off at the end, still embarrassed even though Bucky said it didn't bother him.

"Can I try some?" He asked not breaking eye contact, you shrugged and passed him the weed and lighter. "I don't know if it'll work, my body is different now." He said as he brought the weed up to his mouth and lit the joint.

You watched him as he expelled the smoke, he passed it back to you and you followed his actions.

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You and Bucky had finished off the first joint and decided to light another. You were never like this, but Bucky was being nice and you couldn't wait to tell Nat that you two had bonded.

"Why do you live here and not with your family?" You were brought back to Earth by his question

"They passed a little while ago, part of my mutation is slow-aging. I was born in the 50′s" You ran your hands through your hair, you hadn't been asked about yourself in a while. You figured everyone knew but still treated you like you were 18. Your gene was triggered on your 18th birthday when you were in a car accident with your older sister. Your abilities were triggered, you created a magnetic force-field around the both of you. The car was destroyed and you were never the same after.

Bucky sat there speechless, "I didn't realize" You just nodded your head and shrugged, you were very high and didn't really care about your past at the moment. "I wish I would've known, we have a lot in common." He said leaning back and flexing his arm, you stared at it. It was so intriguing, he rolled down the sleeve of his shirt to cover it and you rolled your eyes.

"You're so sensitive about it, why?" Being as high as you were, you didn't notice Bucky's posture tighten up.

"I've used it to kill people and that's what everyone thinks about when they see it." He looked down, obviously ashamed.

"I don't think so." You said nonchalantly as you took another hit. "Maybe when you had the red star one but with the black one, it's sleek and sexy. That's all I think about when I see it." You put your arms behind your head and crossed your legs after realizing you called him sexy your face was red once again.

"No one has ever called my arm sexy" You closed your eyes, trying to make yourself shrink out of this conversation. Thank god the weed was helping you to feel ~wild~

"Maybe not to your face, I've had conversations about it with people, like Wanda" You said trying to get the subject off of you. You took a peak over at Bucky, he was smirking to himself, looking off the roof and down to the people on the sidewalk. "They look small from here" You said staring at him, you felt awkward, being around for a long time on this Earth meant you had been with lots of men before. However, you never allowed yourself to get close to anyone because they would age and you wouldn't.

"If you think I'm sexy why do you never talk to me, or sit next to me at meetings. There's always an empty seat next to me but you never take it." He said getting defensive, looking at your with cold eyes and crossed arms. You mimicked his position and gave a small smile.

"Bucky, you never speak to me. When you came to live at the tower I came by with cookies and you told me to leave you alone. When we spar you scream at me and call me weak, why would I want to sit next to you?" You spat at the super soldier. You immediately regretted it, "I'm sorry. Look truth is, when you first got here I had a lil bit of a crush." Bucky's eyes shot towards you making you blush, "But that's to be expected yanno, you were the new guy and cute and mysterious and your arm was cool..."

"Sexy, you said." Bucky exclaimed cutting you off, you scrunched your eyes closed and continued,

"Anyways, then the cookie incident so I just said 'eh whatever, he will just be my training partner.' and I never thought about it again." You said, lying about the last part but he didnt need to know that.

"I don't think you're weak, you're incredibly strong, even when you aren't using your powers. You just don't try as hard as you should because you rely on them." You rolled your eyes,

"You always have your arm attached to you, always using it. That's your power so why can't I use mine always." You crossed your arms once again,

"This is the reason I don't talk to you, come to find out you were born in the 50′s, making you much older than I previously thought you were yet you act like a child." He stood up, getting ready to leave. You knew he was right, but he brought up a lot of emotion that you hadn't thought about for a while. You were bombarded with the times when you caught Bucky looking at you during "family" dinners or parties and you started blushing.

"I'm sorry, the weed is supposed to calm me and here I am freaking out." Bucky looked at you and sat back down.

"Don't be sorry, I know I can be a dick. However, even without my arm I could kick your ass." He said smiling widely at you, you looked at him with complete disbelief.

"Really cute Buck, thought we were gonna apologize, confess our attraction to each other and fuck or something, but now I'm not in the mood. I'm gonna hit the hay." You got up, shocking Bucky with your words. He stood up quickly and followed you.

"Hey hey, come on...... did you really mean what you said though? about the fucking, because I don't have to tell anyone." He said leaning against the elevator wall, you shook your head no.

"Look, I'm saying some things tonight, but my mind isn't working that well right now so it doesn't matter because who knows if I even mean it." You could feel your high getting the best of you, becoming all flustered, which is something you never allowed. Especially not in front of Bucky.

"Listen, you're really high right now and you're being honest and open with me. Why don't I return the favor?" He asked you, you stood just staring at him, who was this guy? Smiling at you while also raking his eyes up and down your body. "I think you're beautiful, I have since you brought the cookies to my room. I deal with a lot, bad dreams and constant dark thoughts so I made sure you didn't want to be around me." You scrunched your nose again in confusion.

"Well that's great, I spent the last year and a half thinking you hated me, so every time I thought about you I would feel ashamed." You let out feeling a weight being lifted off your shoulders with the verbal vomit you just threw at Bucky.

"When do you think of me and feel ashamed afterward?" He asked licking his lips, your eyes bulged, and your bit your lip.

"I didn't mean it like that." You started to go on another tangent about how you weren't interested in him like that but he was walking over to you, putting his metal arm up against the wall next to your head. You looked at the arm, at his eyes and then the ground. "I'm uh sorry" You said not looking up at him. "I jus-"

"Enough, you don't need to be sorry for being attracted to me. I already told you I think you're beautiful. I also think it's hot you find my arm sexy. Maybe some time I could show you how it works." You didn't need to look up to know his signature smirk was plastered on his face, your face was on fire and you felt like an innocent little girl again. His tall, muscular figure leaning over you and being dirty was trying you wild.

"I like that." Was all you said, the weed was making you feel so powerful and sexy. You looked up at Bucky, in a matter of seconds he grabbed your wrist with his flesh hand and pulled you out of the elevator and towards the closest room, the laundry room. It was dark and smelt like lavender, Wanda's signature detergent scent. Bucky closed the door and you didn't know what to expect, you yelped when Bucky pushed you against the back of the door.

"Can I kiss you, please?" he asked with an urgency that made your panties wet. You answered him by pulling on his hair, bringing his lips to yours and kissing him. You let out a moan, his lips were rough and chapped. Just like you had imaged they'd be. He wrapped his metal arm around your waist and lifted you up into the air. He put you down on a washer and kissed your neck, you let out another moan as he started kissing down your chest. You started to tug the t-shirt you were wearing over your head when you jumped because of the sudden start of the washer. You looked at Bucky and he was smirking.

"If you leave the washer on it'll send a hum to your clit and then your orgasm will be fantastic" Bucky moaned into your ear as his flesh-hand started to rub your clit. The weed mixed with the fact that Bucky was fingering you as a washing machine rumbled against your clit just right, was sending you to an orgasm.

"B-Bucky, please fuck me" You whispered into his ear, he didn't waste any time. He used his metal arm to rip off your shirt, he moaned at your already naked chest.

"No bra, now that's sexy." He said smiling, you laughed and grabbed at his shirt, once it was over his head you threw off your shirt and begged him to take off his pants. "Fuck me" Was all he said as his metal hand went to touch your breast. You moaned as he pinched one of your nipples and kissed him. You reached down and gasped into the kisses when you felt how huge his cock was.

"Jesus Christ Bucky" You said in between kisses, he smirked into the kiss and thrust his metal fingers into you. "Oh m-" you started to yell, his fingers so cool in your pussy sent you flying into another dimension. You had never felt so much pleasure in all of your years on Earth. Bucky was tired of you getting all the attention, he turned off the washer, causing you to squirm around. Bucky's flesh arm snaked around your waist.

"You don't get to cum just yet." He smiled down at you and you gave him your best angry expression. With that, Bucky jerked his cock off a little and slid it into you, you both moaned out as he started pushing in a little at a time.

"Your cock is so hard, it feels so good." Bucky moaned, this time it was loud.

"Keep talking dirty like that baby, I love it" He whispered into my ear making me moan.

It wasn't long until Bucky's cockiness took over. "Turn around" he growled at you, you rolled your eyes and started turning slowly, too slowly because Bucky grabbed you by the waist with his flesh arm and flipped you around onto your stomach. He slammed into you and took his metal arm and put it around your neck. You moaned out as the cool fingertips wrapped around your neck. You always thought his arm was sexy and having it wrapped around your neck felt incredible. You could feel your orgasm on its way just from his touch.

"You like my arm princess?" He asked squeezing a little tighter, you whimpered, "What was that? Couldn't hear you?" His cocky grin appearing on his face.

You moaned out "Yes, I love it Bucky" You heard a loud grunt and suddenly Bucky was slamming into you faster and harder than before. "Fuck, I'm gonna cum" You screamed, Bucky flipped you around so you were on your back and facing him. He slammed into you again and started using his metal fingers to rub your clit.

You couldn't hold it in anymore and you came harder than you ever had, Bucky removed his fingers from your throbbing clit and wrapped his hand around your neck. He slammed hard into you, if you were a regular human you probably would've been sore the next day.

"Fuck (Y/N)" Bucky whispered as he pulled out, jerking his big load onto your stomach. "Holy shit, sex while high is incredible" he breathed out, falling beside you.

"Yeah it is" You said pulling out another blunt and looking at him, he raised his eyebrows at you, "Wanna go again Buck?"

[blackdagger456]

Since my Discord group brought this up imma put this here too.

Ichigo Kurosaki X Orihime isn't a bad ship if you look at it on a surface level in the same way Naruto xHinata is a good ship on a surface level. Orihime loves Ichigo that is a fact that isn't in question it is painfully obvious she adores him not on the level of Hinata stalking Naruto but as a actual active friend in his group. Ichigo admitedly did vow to protect Orihime something which Rukia briefly teased him to do.

Orihime loves Ichigo in a way that isn't platonic and the paralells between her and Hinata Hyuga are very apparent if you want to defend Ichihime.

But heres the thing with both Naruhina and Ichihime. With Naruhina Naruto quite literally had noone else to turn to when it came to love the one he once loved ended up shagging with the resident emo and any other girl he could have gotten with wouldnt work because he spent his whole teen life chasing after said girl.

While the girl he did end up with was in fact someone who stalked him everywhere and while it was considered good and shy at first when i learned that this wasnt a one off thing i was turned off.

Now comparing this to Orihime she is much better at this than Hinata, she loves Ichigo but doesn't cling to him in the series in the same ways that Hinata did to Naruto.

But you want to know why i like Naruhina more than Ichihime in thi scenario?

Because one of these girls didnt forget how to fucking fight and become a damsel in distress after a single arc.

Now back to Ichigo Kuroskai x Rukia Kuchiki or better known as IchiRuki.

The way this relationship started was rocky in the terms of 'wow they argue like a married couple' Rukia Kuchiki is a woman who has permanetly impacted his life forevermore just as he has done to hers.

In the time before we are introduced to the 13 Court Guard Squads of Soul Society, we see the obvious chemistry between the two and yet we are also presently surprised that while obvious it's not forced.

Their personalities clash and mesh naturally and even when Rukia is being saved the two bicker in such a way that gets you smiling because you've missed these moments so much when Rukia went back to Soul Society to prevent any more harm to the boy she's grown to care so much about. People tend to forget that the initial relationship between Rukia and Ichigo wasn't exactly allowed, Rukia broke the law when she gave her powers to Ichigo and even more so when she didn't immediately go back to report said broken law and have her powers transferred back.

She legitimately forgot about it until it was too late not because the laws aren’t important to her---but because she was genuinely having so much fun with the orange haired boy.

Fucks sake they shared a room for months in which they just hung out when Hollows weren't about.

Even after the rescue and Rukia still once again went above and beyond to help him invade Hueco Mundo to save Orihime along with Renji.

In turn Ichigo who was known to have a small group of friends and genuinely left alone took to this woman like a fish did to water. When she was taken, and he was beaten he risked being hollowfied just to regain the power he needed to save her from death.

He was willing to fight 13--let me repeat that 13 Soul Reaper Captains and their divisions **alone** to save this girl, whenever Rukia was in danger like when Grimmjow stabbed her in the stomach he got pissed beyond belief. Now you can say that this is because he just wanted to protect his friend and that's fine but that doesn't dissuade my point now does it?

Even when they were saying goodbye after Aizens defeat they were joking up until the literally couldn't anymore and Rukia looked beyond sad Ichigo wouldn’t be able to see or interact with her anymore and afterwards Ichigo was depressed until the Ginjo arc.

Now give me some hints of Ichihime other than the ones I’ve said and ones that don't involve that famous bedroom sleep confessions she did nor anytime Ichigo had to save her.

Can you? Let me stop you from doing a useless search because the answer is a big fat No.

The simple matter of the fact is this, Ichigo Kurosaki has little if no chemistry with Orihime Inoue beyond the fact that she loved him. Yes, there was the Grimmjow fight and moments in the Quincy war arc you can point out, but it shouldn’t take big events to show a characters love for someone. There has to be other moments in which the love can be justified and shown on BOTH parts off the battlefield and in their regular lives something that wasn't shown for Ichigo and Orihime but what *was* shown for Rukia and Ichigo.

I have no problems with people who like the ship initially, but to those fanatics who attack IchRuki fans before and especially after it became canon. To *those* people I say that their opinions and views infuriate me because of the very obvious evidence put in front of our faces as to the ship I support and love.

It helps that Rukia was shown to actually be a very competent Soul Reaper time after time even achieving the level of a very powerful Bankai and her role wasn't as a damsel in distress when they've established that she has power unlike what they did with Orihime.

Bottom line, Ichigo Kurosaki and Rukia ~~Kurosaki~~ Kuchiki have a better build up in relationship and actual chemistry and that is why I was upset at how it turned out. I would have much preferred there to be no romantic relationships and for it to be left open like Kubo initially wanted than what the editors and publishers rushed and forced out of him at the end.

[yandere-ac]

Whitney’s here

Whitney had never seen herself as the jealous type. Way back when she and Apollo were a thing, she never really got to overbearing or controlling. Neither of them where to be perfectly honest. It was a normal and healthy relationship. But all good things must come to an end. For whatever reason, they had broken it up. And even after so many years, Whitney still despised the memories of that time in her life. What a fool she had been, to let such a good one go. At first she didn’t really care much about their breakup, sure she was sad about losing Apollo but they still remained as friends. But then, the eagle started getting more and more distant from her, and shortly after, they had stopped talking all together.

This was the mark of Whitney’s rapid decline into delusion. She had tried to keep her feeling bottled up, keeping a calm and graceful exterior around everyone else. But what happens late at night when there’s no one to distract her from her own thoughts? Well, that’s when it gets complicated. That’s when all the regret came clawing out from underneath her skin. Creating an itch she couldn’t scratch, why’s she let him go? Why would she do such a stupid thing? No matter how much she tried to smirk and flaunt when outside, she could never escape from her own head.

After a while she had stopped blaming herself, no, she had instead started blaming Apollo himself. He was deranged to have left her, she wasn’t the problem here, he was! She would never let anyone see it, but she had been affected by the breakup hard. She was sure that after the hurt she’d been through with Apollo, she could never even muster the thought of getting into a relationship again.

But then, she met you. She had heard the rave about a new island, it’s reputation was starting to grow and she had only heard positive things about it. About how nice it had looked, about how peaceful island life was, about how nice all the residents where. And so, when she saw that there was an open plot of land there, she made sure to move in. The day when she arrived she was greeted by an old acquaintance, Tom Nook. He had shown her around and led her to her new home. “Just a heads up, some islanders may stop by to say hi and welcome you, it is a very friendly island. But if you’d rather take your time to unpack we can add that information in the upcoming morning announcement” The tanooki informed her whilst helping her carry her boxes into her home. “Oh no, that’s quite alright snappy. Thank you anyhow” she responded with a gentle smile. They really weren’t kidding when they said the people living here were friendly huh?

Soon ,Tom nook has left the white wolf to do her unpacking. And sure enough, every once in a while a villager would pop in, say hello, talk a little and go away. Whitney appreciated their effort to get to know her. But then, you came along. It had been a while since the last villager had greeted her and she though there was no one else that would come. But then she herd a subtle knock on her door, followed by someone opening that door and stepping in. As she turned around to greet whoever had visited she almost lost her breath. The person who stood before her was none other than Y/N the island representative. She had heard about you but didn’t know you were the representative of THIS island. And now that she could see you up close, you looked even cuter than in those magazines of island living! She could feel her heart skip a beat as you smiled at her and greeted her. You had even offered her help to unpack, help which she gladly accepted. Not because she needed it, but because she wanted you to stay with her a little longer.

Sure enough, you two stayed at her house for a couple hours, unpacking and talking with each other. As she was trying to set up her bed she could hear you ask: “Where should I put this?” She turned around to see what you were referring to, but when she saw what you were holding she could feel her heart stop. It was a framed picture of her and Apollo. And you were touching it. “Don’t touch that!” She barked out as she snatched it out from your hands. Instantly, the easy going atmosphere had turned tense and dreadful. As soon as Whitney relized what she had done her eyes filled up with regret. “I’m...y/n i-“ she had tried to explain but was quickly interrupted. “No no, it’s fine. I’m...I’m really sorry that I just went through your stuff, that was very reckless of me” you had Said and Done a little bowing gesture with your head. “It’s alright i...hey, how about this? Once I’m done unpacking we could go out for some tea or coffee? See it as an apology for me lashing out” Whitney had said with a sheepish smile. You felt the ends of your mouth perk up as you nodded happily. After that you said your goodbyes as it was starting to get really late. Whitney couldn’t help but feel all giddy as she thought of you.

That was your first interaction with her, and there had been many more after that. In fact, you and her had become very close friends, and while that may sound good, to Whitney it was the complete opposite of what she wanted. During the time she spent on the island she had grown very attached to you, she had relized that this wasn’t your average crush, no, this had gone much MUCH deeper than that. It honestly kind of scared her at times, that was the saner part of her, speaking against all of her demented thoughts. But in the end, it wasn’t strong enough to hold back the billions of “bad thoughts” she had about you everyday. She wanted to be so much more than friends! And while she could get away with many deep affections with you seeing as a lot of people thought you were just two gal pals, she couldn’t exactly kiss you and say it was a friendly gesture. She wanted to hold your hand, give you small pecks on the lips, cuddle and wrap her body around your smaller one, kiss every part of your beautiful body, be on top of you as she made you whimper and squirm-

“Whitney? Are you okey?” Her thoughts where interrupted by you. The two of you were sitting in a field of beautiful flowers, just relaxing and talking about life. It was by then that Whitney had realized that she had started drooling slightly. This made her face redden with embarrassment, she was suppose to be the mature one yet her she was, acting like a little puppy. You chuckled as she quickly turned away from you. Looking at the flowers surrounding her you got an idea. “Hey, turn around Whits?” You asked her, and as she obliged you placed one of the flowers between her ears. But this soon backfired as you looked at her, getting lost in her gaze. “What is is y/n? Does it look weird snappy?” She asked you, but you quickly shook your head, denying the notion as if it was unthinkable. “Oh no, not at all Whits. You look-“ you were about to continue but you stopped when you felt a light blush creep on to your face.

Well, here goes nothing.

“So uh...Whitney, there was something that I wanted to tell you...” You had waited for a long time to tell her about your feelings, trough is. You liked her, you had been so afraid that she might not have liked you as much as you liked her. Whitney scotched a little closer to you and was giving you her full attention. ” Yes snappy?” She said, looking deep into your eyes. My god, her blue eyes was even more gorgeous up close. You told her directly and blatantly about your feelings. You wanted to rip the bandage off as soon as possible, these past weeks had been tortuous as the only thing you could think about was “what if she didn’t feel the same way?”

“If you don’t feel the same way, I hope we can still be frie-“ You were quickly interrupted by Whitney who had tackled you into a hug, you could see her tail wave excitedly. “Oh y/y darling, why didn’t you say so earlier. I’ve had the same feelings since the day I moved here!” She exclaimed as she turned to look at you. She started nuzzling you with her snout and you let out a small giggle as she did so. “Well, if that’s the case. Would you like to join me at Brewster tomorrow for a date?” You had asked and Whitney gladly accepted. That night when she went home, Whitney could barley sleep out of pure joy. Finally, she had you. She didn’t have to worry about anyone else taking you away from her ever again!

But that previous joy soon faded as she looked towards one of her shelves. It was that dreaded picture of her and Apollo. She felt a pit in her stomach. She hadn’t even thought of the fact that you could break up with her just like Apollo did. She couldn’t let you leave her. That night she made up a plan to secure that you would be hers even if you tried to break up. If all good things comes to an end, she had to make sure that it didnt happen to you and her.

“Congrats on the new upgrade to your home Whits!” You said as you embraced your now girlfriend of several months. Your and Whitney’s relationship had gone really well. Or at least at first. Whitney always wanted to hold your hand whenever you where around anyone else (as well as when you were alone). She was a very affectionate partner, taking any opportunity to cuddle or kiss. That’s was all well and fine, however, all good things must come to an end. After some weeks into the relationship she had started to get more possessive over you. Sometimes when you would talk to someone else she would come up behind you, wrap her arms around your waist and put her head over yours. Making sure to glare at the other person until they left. Not only that but if you ever brought it up she would start crying and ask if you hated her. Of course you insisted that you loved her and you always ended up loosing the argument, hugging her whilst comforting her. But what you didn’t know was the fact that while you sat and have her words of comfort, she was smitning, ear to ear. Knowing that you wouldn’t leave her.

Recently she had expanded her home to have a basement. You were excited for her as you met up with her. Lately, you had no free time as Whitney had always wanted to see you. You had tried to bring it up but like always she would either refuse to talk about it or it would become a big argument in which you always lost. You both knew that THE conversation was gonna come up sooner or later as you really felt less happy in the relationship. Sure, you loved Whitney, with all your heart. But Whitney had some issues that she had to work out before she could date anyone.

The two of you sat on her bed, drinking tea and talking. You laughed and blushed as the two of you talked, you were gonna miss this. But it had to be done. “Hey...Whits? I...I have to...to” you could feel yourself grown more and more tired and sick. You tried to hold up your tea cup but soon your hands started shaking. You let go of the tea cup as you fell into Whitney’s arms. “....so..rry” you had said, feeling your eyes become more and more heavy. “Shhhh, shhhh. It’s okey y/n dear. You can go to sleep, I’m here” Whitney told you as she make gentle circle movements on your back. And so, you went out like a light. Whitney Held you close to her body, stroking your hair peacefully as she looked at you. My god, even when you were asleep you still looked just as ravishing.

Whitney wasn’t stupid, she could read a room and it was obvious that you wanted to break up. Of course she wasn’t gonna let that happen, she’s not gonna loose you. But even then she didn’t blame you, she was certain there was someone else involved. Some other villager who had sweet talked you into leaving her, just so they could have you. But as long as she had you, it was all gonna be alright. She wasn’t going to let the person that did this get away with their crimes, she didn’t care who came into the crossfire. She wanted to snuff out the life of the monster that tried to take you away from her.

Waking up, hours later, you suffered from an intense headache. At first you couldn’t even stand up from the room spinning and the stinging feeling you felt in your head. But after a while you managed to lift your head up and take in your surroundings. You were in some sort of...basement? You were stuck behind metal bars, making it seem like some sort of jail cell. But, for whatever reason, you didn’t feel cold or uncomfortable. As you looked down you could see that you were laying on a big fluffy mattress with a big silky blanket. Around you on the ground was a bunch of pillows, making sure that there were no hard and cold areas in your “cell”. There were no lights in the basement except for one wall mounted candle that had almost burned out. What is this? Why were you here? You could feel yourself get more and more panicked as you tried to remember what had happened...Whitney? Where was Whitney?! Where was your girlfriend?!

Suddenly, you could hear a key unlocking a door from upstairs, followed by footsteps that soon led down into the basement. Oh god. You began hyperventilating as a figure stood by the end of the staircase that led into the basement. You couldn’t quite make out who it was since the weak candles light didn’t reach their figure, you could only tell they were tall. Your head started to fill up with worry, who was this person? What where they gonna do to you?

“Y/n?” The voice cut through the tension as a hot knife through butter. Was that...That was Whitney! All of the worry that you previously had was gone in a flash. “Wh-Whitney? Help! I’m stuck!” You called out, desperate for help. Suddenly you heard a soft yet menacing chuckle break through the air. You could feel the previous tension start to build up again. “This isn’t funny! Come on! Knock it off and come help me!” You yelled. “Oh but darling, of course your stuck, i tightens the chains pretty hard” She said, now approaching you. As she got closer to the light you could see her much better, but you wished you couldn’t. She was covered with blood, bruises and cuts. You could feel your breathing become heavier. “What happened?! Are you hurt?!” You asked. This only made her laugh harder, okay now you were definitely afraid.

“Oh y/n~ No I’m not hurt, this isn’t my blood after all...” she answered, treading off at the end of her sentence. “What do you mean...who...who’s blood is that!?” You could feel your heart beating faster, you was this? What had they done to your girlfriend? “It’s the blood of that pesky villager you seem to LOVE so much” Whitney said, rolling her eyes at the “love” part. Her voice was full of revulsion and hate. You felt tears well up in the corners of your eyes. She couldn’t have...she wouldn’t hurt your favorite villager, would she? But the blood on her blue dress said otherwise. You put your hands over your mouth, looking down at the floor in disbelief. You didn’t want to look at her, not like this!

“Anyways, how are the chain? Is it too tight? I can soften it a little if you want snappy. I got a little paranoid whilst fastening it” she said, walking into the cell, closing it afterwards. You didn’t respond. You couldn’t respond. To this, Whitney only let out a small sigh. “No, no. You need time. It’s okey, I understand. If it makes you feel any better, the others are fine. As long as no one tries to take you away from here, they won’t get hurt” She told you as she sat down next to you. She wrapped her arms around your small body and pulled you down, wrapping her tail around your leg as she spooned you against her chest. Not being able to handle it anymore, you let your tears fall out of your eyes. Feeling utterly helpless as the woman who you once loved licked the salty tears off your cheeks. “Shhh shhh, it’s okay. I’m here, I’m here”

You didn't want to believe it. This wasn’t the woman you fell in love with. She used to be so loving and caring, you never thought she would cage you up and kidnap you. But unfortunately for you, all good things must come to an end. And she was never gonna let that happen.

[butcanijustnot]

Dating Natasha Romanoff would include:

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You met her when she first joined S.H.I.E.L.D, tasked with helping her become accustomed to her new life on the right side of the law.

You ended up spending a lot of time together, helping each other with work and casually hanging out afterward.

Natasha didn’t usually trust anyone, especially having just come out of her assassin career, but she just got a good vibe off of you. You were calm and caring, but strong and brutally honest when you had to be. You did your job well and didn’t take any unnecessary shit from anyone. She just felt like you were worth her time and trust.

You had a flirty friendship, and over time you developed feelings for her, real feelings, but you never acted on them

“She’s straight.” You’d tell yourself. “And even if she wasn’t, she’d never be interested in someone like me.”

She continued to flirt, but now each long touch and strung out word burned a hole in your heart. She was something you didn’t think you could ever have, but little did you know she had the same feelings for you.

Both of you stayed in this nebulous limbo for a long time, flirting but never going anywhere, until one day you were out for drinks.  

You were both a little tipsy and in the bathroom in the club reapplying makeup. You were giggling to yourself and Natasha looked at you confused.

“What is it?”

“Nothing. I love that lipstick on you.” You cooed to change the subject and shoot her a compliment. You loved the bright red lipsticks that she wore and was secretly jealous of how well she could pull them off. If only you had that confidence.

“You wanna try it?” She asked, a devilish smirk on her face.

Eh, you probably weren’t going to spend that much longer at the club anyway, you could jazz it up for the remainder of your time. “Sure!” You agreed.

Her lips crashed onto yours before you could register it and time seemed to slow right down to a standstill.

She tasted like everything you dreamt of, Scotch and lipstick and something you hadn’t tasted anywhere else that was uniquely Natasha.

She pulled away for a second and you suppressed the urge to whine at the sudden loss of contact. “Are you alright with this? I’ll stop if you’re not comfortable.” She asked.

“Please don’t stop.” You reconnected your lips with hers, full on making out this time.

Needless to say, you two hooked up that night. You promised yourself that it wouldn’t let it change the friendship you had with her, and Natasha seemed to make the same promise because your friendship remained the same after this.

Except you would sleep together every once in a blue moon. Just one major difference. Everything else was the same.

You two had this relationship for a while, friends with benefits until one-night things changed.

“Have you thought about us?” Natasha asked you as you lay in bed next to her. “About us actually…”

“Dating?” You finished for her.

“Yeah.”

“Yes. I think about it a lot actually. Why do you ask?” You questioned.

“I don’t know. I guess I’ve just been watching the other avenger pair off. Tony and Pepper are on their three-year anniversary, Steve and Sharon are a ‘thing’ now, and Clint’s just had his fourth kid. Hell, even the resident robot’s got a girlfriend!”

“Vision and Wanda are finally together!?!” You squealed. Last you heard they were relentlessly pining for one another. You didn’t know the Avengers personally but Natasha told you all the good gossip.

“Yeah, they're pretty adorable.” She took a deep breath and continued. “I want to be happy like they all are, and when I think hard about who could really make me happy…” She paused and looked over at you. “I can only ever think of you.”

Your heart almost exploded right then and there. You enveloped her in a soft hug. “Natasha Romanoff, that is the most romantic thing I’ve ever heard. I’m so glad I can make you as happy as you make me, and if you’ll have me, I’d be honoured to be your girlfriend.”

To be honest, your relationship didn’t change too much after you got together. You went out more together, either for coffee before work or dinner and drinks after. It was simple but you liked it.

Your relationship was never truly monogamous until you both stopped working for S.H.I.E.L.D. Both of you had jobs that involved seducing people for information and assassination, so you both had to be comfortable with the other doing so. Luckily, Natasha trusted you and you trusted her, and you were both very open and honest about what happened on missions. There were no secrets between you, why would you need to have them?

Natasha didn’t tell the other Avengers she was dating anyone until a couple of months down the track. In fact, she didn’t tell anyone for about three months. You were a little confused but didn’t question it. Then, when she finally did tell them, you immediately found out why.

“They want to meet you. All of them.” Natasha said, flopping down on the bed with a groan. “They asked me about a thousand stupid questions.”

“I’m happy to meet them, but all at once sounds pretty daunting. Plus, the questioning will make me super nervous.” You mumbled, petting her hair as she lay face down in the mattress.

“I know. I told them to wait and I’d introduce you in due time when you’re ready.” She got up and nodded.

“Thanks, babe.” You whispered, pressing a soft kiss to her lips.

Of course, it didn’t work out that way.

First, Steve and Sam ‘run into you two’ out on a morning jog. Sam maintains that it was a total accident.

It wasn’t.

They ask you some questions and you answer politely. Natasha’s a little ticked off that they’re here but doesn’t say anything, just shoots them glares when you aren’t looking. Eventually, you split up and head home, you waving goodbye and Natasha grumbling under her breath.

“I like them.” You say, catching her off-guard. “If all your friends are like that then I can’t wait to meet them.”

Next day your home and hear a knock at the door. When you open it, a short brunette kid is staring up at you. He looked at you and his eyes widened. He almost seemed shocked you had opened the door.

“Hello there. I’m Peter and I’m here to…. Check the…. Check for…. Gas! I want to check on your gas pipes! I’m in the area surveying gas pipes!!” He said, clearly lying. You recognized the name but it took you a second to place it.

“Peter? As in…. Peter Parker? The Arachnid kid?”

“It’s… It’s Spiderman. How’d you know? Did Natasha tell you? She promised not to!”

You raised your hands in surrender. “No, I put it together myself. A kid gets a Stark internship and starts hanging out with Tony Stark, and at the same time, Iron Man gets a new, smaller, younger-looking sidekick? Doesn’t take a genius, man.”

“…. I’m not his sidekick…”

“Whatever… Did Tony Stark send you here?”

“…No.”

“You’re an awful liar. Come in, I’ll teach you. I just made Hot Chocolate.”

Later that day Natasha comes home to see Peter curled up on the couch watching movies with you. He purposefully avoids her glance. She knows.

You look up at her, one arm slung around Peters' shoulders. “Nat, I better meet your friends or they’re never going to stop turning up in our life.”

So, you do, at the next huge Stark party. Despite it being a Stark party, all the attention was on you, which was a strange new experience. They seem to really like you. They approve of your influence on Natasha and firmly believe you love her, which you do.

You patch her up after fights, no matter how much she complains.

“Y/N, I’m a grown woman, I can patch my own bullet wounds.”

“I know you can but you shouldn’t have too. You’ve got a girlfriend for that.”

She lies back and grumbles. You know she’s really feeling angry at herself for getting hurt and making you worry and you’re trying to help her.

You guys have spoken about adopting a child, a little girl most likely, but have made the decision to wait until you’re both out of the dangerous jobs you’re in and can fully cater too, support and protect a child in your care.

Until then, it’s just the two of you, which is absolutely perfect.

[lycanthrotea]

“ugh Sorry again for this I’d like to be spending the rest of the night with you but my work schedule is not something I have much control of.”

“It’s all right! I know how work is, don’t worry about it.”

“Yeah but hanging out with people is so better than working. “

Videl slumped onto the bed, reluctant to leave for work until who knows how early in the morning. at the very least it made Odd chuckle in amusement.

Anyways”, He began to stand , and fix up his shirt ,“ I told Liana not to bother you I don’t think she would but just in case. You know, I would prefer if you were just a little bit nicer to her but considering your condition I’ll let it slide for now”

“Sorry.. “

Videl Stepped over to Odd’s bedside and put his hand on his shoulder.

“Don’t worry about it chief I’m not angry. But yeah it’ll be tomorrow before you know it so try and get some rest all right?”

After saying goodbye he grabbed the bag from The bed frame and headed out. Although he would’ve preferred staying home, he didnt hate his part time job. Getting there though was a bit of Pain considering he lived in a quieter wooded area right outside the city And the fact he wasnt Very nocturnal but

Videl walked for about 10 minutes before he reached The edge of the neighborhood. The soft lights coming from the houses were no more But he had the moons to illuminate the way. He walked a little further to reach the carriage stop by the road. It wasn’t the most used stop considering it mainly Served the residents of the More upscale neighborhood so it cost bit more but that Really meant nothing if you live there. Videl took out A few coins from his pocket and inserted them Into the pole by the stop, Causing a faint light to glow From its lamp and Triggering the mechanism that would call his ride. He put his bag on the bench and proceeded to sit down and wait taking in the night air. Not something he often did As this was routine, But the air Was starting to become cooler as autumn Turned into winter. He was more than ready for that weather as It is most invigorating for him, Even if the amount consumed was pretty negligible he always liked not having to waste any magic keeping himself cool, also he had a new coat he wanted to show off. Oh And warm winter dates, lots of snuggling, extremely important. The thought made his heart flutter.

The sound of gallops over the stone road Could be heard from a distance, Videl Threw his bag over his shoulder and began to stand as A large Varic demon drawing A carriage drew near. He was quite familiar with her by now and Uttered a “hey” As she grabbed the key on her neck and held it towards the pole Get the money he had put in earlier and take her pay. Videl Brought out a little bit more As a tip.

“Eisthel Street, But if it’s too busy just drop me off in the Market stop As usual.”

He hopped into the carriage and the driver began running once more. He rested his eyes, Mainly to Continue indulging in the fantasies of good cuddles and kisses and dates. Akua technically is visiting every day to check on Odd, And they have been Taking advantage of whenever he is resting his room home for a little more quality time. But it’s nice?? And what else was he going to do in the next 20 minutes?

When he got to his destination which was fortunately was the one closer to his job. He thanked the driver and after watching her leave went through the back alleys, Making sure not to be seen. When he got to the door he made sure to do the special knock, three times a pause two times a pause and then four times. He heard his boss give him The all clear, and he produced a key to unlock and enter.

“I’m assuming you’re early for the coffee huh?”

“ yeah got up a little bit early today.”

Videl entered the back room kitchen, there were bottles everywhere today, Specifically dirty ones. He put his bag on a chair and unzipped it to start changing into his uniform, just the dress for now. A long black Fitted a line dress does that ends right below the knees. Long sleeves of course, just the traditional work garb, Made of fabric thats pretty good for working with less safe substances. there is a still a fair amount of coffee left in the coffee maker so he took whatever was left and mixed it with some milk and sugar began to chill it in his hand.

“ How’s the kid?” Asked Von. Attriche from the other room.

“Oh He’s been all right. Better than A few days ago but still pretty febrile. He seems pretty anxious sometimes but I can’t do much about it since he doesn’t wanna talk. Kind of why I would’ve liked staying at home but.”

“ I need someone to clean all those jars.”

“I noticed .” he said with a sigh. He washed his cup as soon as he finished drinking put on his gloves and began one by one cleaning each jar. And he had to make sure to do a good job too, any residue could be disastrous mixed with the wrong substances. It took him 30 minutes to finish. Listening carefully in case anyone might enter the shop. no one did, it is getting late after all but emergencies happen, a stressed out parents might Burst in desperately hoping they carry the right medicine already bottled and ready to be sold. Happened last week, startled them enough that they almost messed up the brew he was concocting. Once finished he checked the board for tonight‘s work. Unsurprisingly frost bane is highest priority. Winters become extremely coldAt times and a city like this has many traveling in and out. It’s can be exhausting for the user to consume too much too often but it’s always good to have a flask on the coldest of days. Having magic affinity towards ice meant that Videl is the more adept at infusing the mixture than other demon, so he wasn’t surprised to be tasked with making them. Aphrodisiacs, always in demand, and poisons for outdoor pests before harvest season end. After he Noted the days work he put on his mask and hood, secured it tightly and entered the shop.

Outside it only says apothecary just a shop that people who know go to not that it doesn’t get a fair amount of customers it’s right at the edge of the market place after all. Most of the shop is just the work place, A lot of leaves, animal remains and potion bases in jars all over the wall. The tall counter that divides the work area from the tiny customer area hides the long work desk where are most of the ingredient preparation is done, chopping crushing, measuring, extracting certain parts of it And so on. Gives a place a weird scent, that changes day by day depending on what’s being produced. Most of the work area floor is covered in cauldrons, whether They are small ones on tables, or the very large one for concocting large batches usually for base mixture. Special attention needed not to overheat or let them boil over get them on yourself especially when you are monitoring multiple. Keeping track of which cauldron needs which ingredients or what type of magic infused how fast it should be mixed what it should look like.

It’s a lot of work so late (as is tradition) that required much training, but Videl as much as he would not admit it enjoys it, especially since he can do so without anyone recognizing him. AlSo wearing a very nice black dress fashions important on physically and mentally exhausting jobs.

He grabbed a few jars set them By a medium sized cauldron and went to work.

[trashyficsfortrashykids]

The Reaper

Prompt: “Hi! I didnt see anything in the rules about this but I understand that its a touchy subject so feel free to dismiss this request if you want but if not could I please request a Aaron Hotchner x Teen Daughter reader where the reader was adopted into his family and due to some background/past issues shes very suicidal and he comes home from work one day and finds her in her room with cuts all up her arms? Fluffy ending please :33 Sorry that its long thank you in advance!!! <3”

Word Count: 1.8k

Tags: Cannon events, non cannon events, this takes place during the Ripper (George Foyet) timeline, self harm, cutting, harming, depictions of violence, graphic depictions of violence. 

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She walks to the front door, the chime of the doorbell still echoing through the hallway. Sunlight streams in through the opening and she looks up and smiles at the man standing in front of her. He was a little older than her Dad and he had a welcoming smile. 

“My car, it’s broken down, I was wondering if I could borrow your phone to call AAA.” His voice is warm, like honey and her Mother always told her to be kind to those who are kind to you. 

She welcomes him in, closing the door behind him.

“Mom!” She calls,  “there’s a man that needs Dad’s help.” 

It happened so fast that she couldn’t really comprehend it. Her mother entered the room first, smiling, ready to welcome the stranger in need. She didn’t know where the gun had come from, or where he’d been hiding it, but the sound of the chamber releasing the bullet that embedded itself in her mothers brain echoed through the house and made her ears ring. She dropped to the floor, her hair falling in tendrils around her. She looked up to see her Father bounding the corner calling out her Mother’s name. 

The stranger smiled at him, before firing twice; once in the chest and again in the throat. The scream left her mouth before she even knew she was going to scream. He turned to her, the gun barrel directed at her and smiled. 

I’m going to die. She thought, as she stared into the black hole of the gun barrel. I’m going to die, all because I was kind to a stranger. 

“Do you know why I’m here?” He questions. 

She stares at the pool of blood accumulating around her Mothers head, her breathing is rapid. 

“Do you?” He asks again. 

She shakes her head, she didn’t realise how dark blood was the it pooled together. 

“I’m creating a scene, a warning of sorts. There’s a man that’s trying to find me and it’s pissing me off. So, I’m teaching him what happens when you piss me off.” He explains. 

She hears a door slam upstairs, and then feet padding across the linoleum. 

Her sister. 

“Y/N?!” Feet hit the stairs and she can hear her sister barreling down them to try and find her. 

She’s shot before she even takes two steps into the room and Y/N watches her hit the ground. 

She turned six last week. 

He turns his attention back to Y/N, he begins to put his gun away. “In order to send a clear and precise message, you need someone who can deliver that message clearly and precisely. You’re a pretty girl, so I know he’s going to listen to you. But first.” He produces a switch blade and shows it to her, flicking the blade up. “We need to make sure that he’ll be able to read it too.” 

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She had been one of his cases, her entire family had been butchered because of George Foyet and he didn’t know why he couldn’t just let her go. He knew that she would be placed in the system and would bounce from home to home until someone decided to take her in; but part of him wanted to hold onto her for as long as possible. Everything that had happened with Haley, I thin the owed it to himself to save someone else when he couldn’t save her. 

Another part of him felt solely responsible for her families murder because he couldn’t give up on George. 

It had been nine months since Y/N had taken up residency in his home with Jack and Hotch was grateful with how loving and caring she was towards his son, and how much Jack adored Y/N. It also offered him peace of mind that there was someone else there for Jack when Hotchner couldn’t be. 

He finds them in the living room, Jack’s playing with his toys near the lounge while Y/N sits reading just near him. He adjusts his tie. 

“Every parent must envy me.” He jokes. 

Y/N looks up and smiles at him, he takes note of her loss fitting sweater. “are you okay wearing that, Y/N. It’s going to be hot today.” 

She looks down at her clothes and nods. “I’m okay, Aaron.” She says, offering him a reassuring grin. He returns it and leans down to plant a kiss on Jack’s head, before ruffling his hair. 

“Jack’s Aunt is going to look after you both again tonight, she’ll call twice before knocking on the door. Do you remember the secret word?” 

“Apples for safe.” Y/N begins. 

“And banana cream pie for danger.” Jack adds. 

Hotch had taken extra precautions in order to keep his family safe, safety words weren’t just a joke to him anymore. After everything with George Foyet, he couldn’t run the risk of losing Jack, or even Y/N.

He leaves some money on the table near the door before saying a final goodbye and leaving. The door closes behind him with a soft click. 

*

She didn’t blame him, there wasn’t anyway she could blame him because he was responsible. She knew he blamed himself though, and she didn’t want him to. After her family died, Y/N knew that there wasn’t time to be filled with hate or anger, there wasn’t any point in filling yourself up with that toxic mess. It was exhausting and she didn’t want to let that overtake her. 

She was thankful that Hotch had taken her into his home and was helping to offer her everything she had lost when the Reaper tore through her life like a tornado. But she wondered if Hotch could take away the memories or the scars. 

She leaves Jack int he lounge room to retreat to her bedroom, closing the door behind her. It was like clockwork; Hotch would leave for work and she would leave to her bedroom. She peels her shirt off and stands in front of the body length mirror near her cupboard. The scars are still pink and raised as she looks over them.  They covered her entire torso. It’s ugly scarring but it doesn’t bother her so much as it used to when she first left the hospital. 

She was actually surprised by how neat the writing was with how much she’d been squirming under George before she passed out. 

“HOTCHNER. STAY AWAY. THIS IS WHAT HAPPENS WHEN YOU GET INVOLVED.” 

Aaron had tried everything to help her get rid of the scarring, but she told him it was fine, to just leave it how it was and it would fade over time. But it did bother her slightly; more so that her entire world had fallen a part in seconds and she was to blame. 

She looks at the other scars over her body, the ones she had put there and inspected each one carefully. Some of them were new, she’d only done them days before. Cutting herself had become cathartic and she didn’t know how to stop; there was something about the way George cut into her that made the entire world slip away, how all of the pain she felt oozed out of her body. She was trying to look for that, she was trying to find ways to make her pain drip away like water from a tap. But she couldn’t find it yet, so she kept doing it, over and over. 

It was a never ending cycle. 

*

Hotch came home four days later, it wasn’t uncommon for him to be away for a case, Y/N had gotten used to it. She knew that he was trying to save people and put people like George Foyet away for a long time, in places where they belong. 

They’re eating pizza when it happens, she reaches for a slice and her sleeve rises too high and exposes the scarring and the scabs; her eyes meet him and she watches him look back at the exposed skin before she pulls her hand away. 

“I’m going to go wash up before bed.” She rushes, leaving the dining room. 

She don’t know why she hoped it, but he opens her bedroom door and sits with her on her bed. It’s silent for a moment before he speaks. 

“When did it start?” 

“Two weeks after I got out of the hospital.” She says, she’s being honest with him. There’s no point in lying. 

“Do you know why?” She’s never heardhimq speak so quietly, he’s staring at her, his hands clasped tightly together. 

“It was experimental at first, I wanted to see why it felt so good when George did it. I wanted to see why he could make all of the pain I felt come out of me. Then it stopped being about experimenting and it just made me feel better. It became a habit.” She explains softly.

“It seems we can’t get rid of Foyet, no matter how hard we try.” Aaron says after a moment. “Does Jack know?” 

She shakes her head. “He’s too young to understand those kinds of things.” She begins. “He’s already been through so much.” 

“So have you.” He adds. 

Y/N bite she inside of her cheek and nods slightly. “I know.” 

“Y/N, it’s okay to grieve.” Aaron says, grabbing her hand in his. “It’s okay to want to find the reason behind your trauma but you can’t find it by doing this. You can do irreversible damage.” 

“I know.” 

She looks up at him, tears in her eyes. “Hotch, I know you blame yourself, but I don’t think you should, you have nothing to blame yourself for. George came after me and my family because he was crazy. Not because you made him do it.” She says. 

“He came after you because I didn’t stop. As a result, Jack’s mother died and you lost your family.” 

“Yes, but I have a new family now, with you and Jack. Hotch, I’m not angry, I’m not upset. It’s okay. Stop blaming yourself for things that were out of your control.” She tightens her grip on his hand.

He squeezes back and leans in, engulfing her in a hug. For the first time in a long time, they both feel like everything is going to be okay. 

[49scribes-a]

{--Everybody in this stream was fucking HIGH.--}

He's either also cold or he's going through withdrawals, one of the two.

No he's having a seizure

STOP BOUNCING DEAK

All those burnt corpses look like bacon to me

Crispy dragon-charred bacon

Human jerky

I’d love some jerky rn

Id push you

BACKFLIP BACK FLIP

you're a COWARD. GO TO THE TOP

NO

EMBRACE THE JUMP

EAGLE JUMP

jfc

theres a hay pile at the bottom waiting to catch you. youll be fine

because physics works for you in this game

t his isn't assasin's c r e ed

yes it is. right?

Wrong game

that's what we're watching?

theres is clearly hay

i see parkor

hay and parkour= ass creed

exact

HRDCORE PARKOR

lavi looks like a hobbit ngl. i mean deak

hes gonna steal the ring from gollum

can u see the eye of mordor

hes carrying it

it is

jump. you'll live

Holy shit I survived

TOLD U

the eye of mordor is mobile now

it was great

7/10

TOLD U UR IL CHILD BEARING BONES WOULD CATCH YOU - THEYRE SPRINGY AND RESILIENT

U did it

congrdeurtions

am i having a stroke

Ashdjsjdk

idk - were all varying seconds behind of each other. so mavbe

Who keeps a deer pelt with bread smh

makes sense

That’s why they all sick in Skyrim

the deer pelt is surprisingly sterile

can't have the babes

its the most sterile thing in thie fucking game

you're right

i cant believe deak is aa hobbit

idk if its gonna keep your bread all spongy tho

just wrap it tight. it'll be fine

I mean it was stale so probably not

and your breads gonna tste kinda funny

tHTAT'S PRETTY

SKYRIM IS PRETTY

Noice

AESHTETIC

I CAN TYPE I SWEAR

straight up

r U havin' a stroke?

mE VISION KEEPS BLURRING

I wanna go somepe similar to skyrim, take up residency in n bandoned castle. spruce it up

go to europe

and then pretend im a ghost haunting it when visitor come

they have random "castles"

tHAT SKY THO

SCREEN SHOTS. NICE. GOOD CHOICE

I dont want [castles] I want C A S T L E S

we all have dreams

sweet dreams are made of thiiissss

My dream is to be able to spell astetic

who am i to disagree

you men bees

Asthmatic

mean*

travel the world and the seven seas

Jesus Christ

aesthetic?

Yes that one!

antsthetic

I wanna lick the sugar candy in the sky

Aesthetic !!

antstetic?antstatic?ant static

aunt stacy

A e s t h e t I c

that sounds like something Ant-Man would say

sunnylantern gets it = w=

DUN DUN DUN DUN DUND UN DUN DUN ANT MAAAAANNN H A

Why is that corpse thiccer then I am

duran duran hungry like the wolf

wait, I missed the corpse

we have to go back for the corpse

go back for the corpse, tho

leave NO man behind

you mean jeky

jerky*

no it's jeky

nO

okay, I thought I saw a shadow back there and it looked like a werewolf

we do not waste jerky

Bacon

Mmmmm Bacon....

bc u cannibals wanna eat them

it might have been

don't waste good meat

jfc

Meat is meat

meat is meat. yes

they dead they don't care

exactly

bacon is delicious as hell

MEAT MEAT MEAT

HEATHENS

sos jerky

ALL OF U

U'R A HEATHEN 2 DON'T PLAY COY

scuse you - were pagan

i'm an angel

sounds fake

idk what ur talking about

wOW

it does sound fake

Im pure so I mean

We're all heathens

sounds fake

we're all heathens yes

all my friends are heathens

take it slow

take it slow

(twenty one pilots voice) all my friends are heathens-GDI

TOO SLOW.

TAKE IT SLOW

LMAO

wait for them to ask u who u kno

please don't make

i forgot the damn lyrics

any sudden moves

any sudden moves

AAYY

pfffbbbbt

u don't know the half of the abuse

Y’all remember all that smh

XD

hell yeah man

it catchy

Can’t even remember my middle name

s AM E

same

adopt a child. it's time

tbh - replace remembering our names with more important infrmation, like musical lyrics...people use those alot

my middle name is simple as heck. it's only 3 letters

adopting children usually doesn't go well; just look at doug

dic

Hige. No.

ann

but

No

Mine is four and yet :->

dick:smiley:

mine is 5 letters

NO. Dicks.

mINE IS FOUR

yep, that's my middle name. u caught me

mines four too

Ahsjdjdjd

Maybe we all have the same middle name

i'm Liz Dick now

LMAO

Liz dick taylor

'cause we all have the same middle name

has a nice flow

it does doesn't it?

not me

i'm proud of my name

mine is 3 letters

naw. it's Dick now

its four now

Nope, it three

FINE. Dic

ass

U CAN BE THE HALF SSED DIC

there u go

Hjssjjs

oh yeaaaa

sounds like that's yours, isa

OOOHHH

wow

DANG

: )

SNAP

isa ass

isass

has a ring

ees ass

isa sass

Eat a ss

thees assthesis

isa's ass

prometheous

you're all terrible

w he e z e s

WHERE DO U GET THAT. FROM ISA ASS.

rhymes with thesis

prometheass

that name makes me uncomfortable

I want that as my new name

hahahahahah

Prod the a sa

i blame the movie and all the movies that's connected to that one. I get nightmares

don't worry i'll protect you

really tho, me middle name means darling in french so

aren't u special

i'm an angel

meanie

all of u can fight me

u'r an angle, isa

ur no angel, isa

My middle name is from my great grandmother

I was named aftar a slutty country singer. and a car

PHHHHTTTT

i was named after *no one*

a car and a country singer. fuck me

my middle name is Spanish

lucky

QUESO

i'm hispanic and my middle name ain't hispanic :confused:

UR MIDDLE NAME IS QUESO

THREE LETTERS, HIGE

KSO

3 LETTERS, HIGE

osHIT

I'm hispanic and all my names be hispanic

THAT HAPPENED

the kink cavern

the falling cavern

u and deak gonna kink it up in here

WHy

wait ....still children in this. nvm

because it's expected

Looks like stds grow there ngl

deak is a child. cover his eyes

WH A T. WHERE DID THAT GO TO. WHY IT COLLAPSE JUST NOW

See that’s the stds falling from the roof

you guys are behind me, my gosh. that happened like 10 seconds ago

too much sex in this ramshackle place

No one cleans that place

no one needs to. don't get paid enough for that shit

its the jizz....it gets between the cracks and degrades the foundation

between teh /cracks/

KEK

Can’t people f uck in the bed like normal humans

naw son. too vanilla, they get bored

i

omg

wow

Back in my day we used beds and called it woohoo

this is not SIMS

back in my day, we got in bed and wrestled

i'M CR YGIN

AGSHDJSJ that’s where all my sex ed comes from shdjsjd

Back in my day we fucked on the floor like REAL MEN

WHOA NOW. CALM URSELF

COVER THINE EYES, CHILDREN

Crying my lord

I'M TOO ACE FOR THIS

YOU BETTER BE PRAYIN TO UR LORD AND NOT CRYIN

back in my day, we walked 4 miles with ONE FUCKIN' SHOE

relatable

and we shared between 5 of us

Through the snow

ok but same

bc I ate the other shoe

gdi hige

hige thought it was jerky

I did

it was jerky

Must of burnt it

Anything chewy nd tough is jerky

ye bro. learn from hige

...skin?

def

ye

n o

y e

skin is the jerkiest of all

And I’m the one that needs to pray

and the people are jerky, too 'cause they're jerks sometimes

Take the pot

smoke the pot

^^^^to both

I mean-cogh

dO NOT SMOKE THE POT. JFC HIGE

taste the pot

smell the pot

be the pot

BE the pot, yep

be the pot

It’s pn legal now

why are you HERE

smoke that khajiit drug thing

why did you come back to the kink dungeon

DO IT

we're all pots now

i'm a potu'r a pot

we're all pots

or drink it, i don't remember what it is

moonshine

Does the room smell like pot?

I put a pot on me head and nw im a pot head

. . .

IT'S ALL OGRE NOW

I...

y did u make me read that with my own 2 eyes

wait wrong reference

NO

-leaves-

That’s a bad ref

i h8 isa

whe ez e s

Nasty

i'ms or ry

Talk about HEATHEN

go sit in the corner and think about what u've done

u'r no angel

they cant, the corners are mine. all of them

fuckin' share

u already knew this, liz

i did

I Still remember that video like tbwas uesterdyayb

lucifer was an angel too

Was

yesterday

T'was

luifer is still pretty hot I hear

Gdi

SHUT UP

-eye brow wiggle-

omg

hoNHON

EIFFEL TOWER

ur banned from my next stream, hige

BAGUETTE

NO TEW2 FOR YOU

EIFFEL TOWER

NO. PLS. ILL BE GOOD

BAGUETTE

The Eiffel Tower reminds me of something else but idk why

B A N N E D

ILL CALL YOU MASTER AND WEAR A SHOCK COLLAR AND EVERYTHING

goodbye hige

PLS

doug's got that eiffel tower dick. bye

-pBFT

that pill dick

Hm.

i'll see myself out

more like

Wait was there an anime with an Eiffel Tower :thinking:

there was a show with an eiffel tower. and a lady bug,and a cat, and moths

chaat noir

it was cray

Miraculous Ladybug

Nah thinking of something ten times as traumatizing

wow u guys got it

sCREAMS

y that

o 3 o

sCREAMS TOO

But it might of just been a Tower

I watch it every now and then

are u sacrificing deak to the old gods

and the new

the new season?

gotta go fast. gotta go fast

Are u making jerky

OH new gods

gOTTA GO FASTER FASTER FF -FF-F-F-F-F-FASTER

honey you've got a big storm comin'

SANIC X

I was singing that during one of my streams

u didnt stutter over the Faster part. it doesnt count

I did tho

i have to go make jerky

this music still makes me think of South Park Stick of Truth

pats gently

Sleep is for the weak

And i. Am v weak

whimps. sleep is for the dead

grnted. we are all very dead inside already so....

Guess y’all better get me a coffin then cause imma be sleep in an hour probs. Maybe two. Depends on how much my dog wants to piss me off tonight

SCREAMS THO I FINALLY GOT A FIRE STARTED AND IT CRASHED

LMAO

Rip fire

RIP KIT

no fire

It burned too bright

only suffering

tiger tiger burning bright

Face the dark and cold like a dragon

fuckin capitilism

U can do it kit. Build that fire

How do u skill up in camping ?

Desk looks short.

Deak*

no. hes desk now

he's always been desk

your kindling loks like dog turds

They do I know my dog turds

ive stepped in enough dog shit to know my turds

I’ve picked up enough dog crap to know mine

baaah

Except those look like old ones. All cold and dried out

why do u need the fire anyway

Warmth, light, happiness

DEAK WAS STRANGLING A RAT BEFORE IT CRASHED

Yuh oh

I HEARD ITS LIL ANGRY RAT SOUNDS

The rat crashed the game to live

Rat god

rat ruh raggy

Why kill a werewolf when u can date kne

This little meter shows wet and cold. Gotta keep em down.

thats bswe all know lavis always wet bc hes a horny rabbit

IAHSJSJSJS

I mean u know rabbits...

Wear a coat and u will be warm

gotta hump like theres no tomorrow

Sex keeps u warm..I think

Actually I don’t know:thinking:

id imagine to bodies that sit at 98 degrees F while doing nthing get pretty hot when pressed together and doing activities that raise your blod pressure

thats like a 400 degree sauna right there if my maths right. pretty toasty

....that makes me wanna never do anything cause Thats HOT

goodsex is bad - its how babies are made and we dont want none of that

Condoms are a thing

so are holes and accidents

Ajsjsjsj being gay means no babies

Why do u think Im here

W o w

U

bruh

They’re happy accidents

Tru, Hays where the other half of my sex ed comes in. One half is sims the other is p orn

they are good teachers. pornhub is good to us

Yeah on what not to do I found some kessed up stuff. That’s where I found that shrek video

Spongeknob squarenuts

I can honestly say I have seen worse. Anime p orn is another layer of hell

And then there were three

Wow what a cool dog

THE THREE AMIGOS. THE THREE MUSKETEERS. NOW WITH LESS BLACK SPOTS. or was that treasure island-squints-

That was treasure island

Wood looks so crunchy

I read moby dick, the three musketeers, treasure island, huckleberry fin, tom sawyer and a few others but. fuck me if I remember them in their entirety

I read that as “I read my dick” and I was very concerned

wood - the original forbidden fruit

DEAK GT TURBERCULOSIS

Is that a naked man

prbsi mean this is sex dungeon

My god. Worst kink

why two lil kids re crwling around it giving themselves aids is beyound me

This is the least sexy sex dungeon let’s be real here. No mood lighting, cold. No r and b music. Where’s the pizzazz

maybe they played music on the bones

Yeah cause that’s sexy//

it is if ur a skeleton fucker in the undertale fandom

Do NOT. I have nightmares about that fandom

I can no longer look at a naked anatomical skeleton in all casual and comfort anymore

Wow really just moved the money for that gold

Honestly seeing them with dicks that are blue and glowing is just. V bad. I have seen so many things. and every time I see an actual factual human skeleton now. its all I see

I’m glad are the men here in this dungeon are napping so well

and I am very uncomfortable with naked skeletons

Aren’t all.:.skeletons naked ?

Guess they are wearing skin...

Deaks hair is Cheeto colored which is honest such a look:tm: you rub your hand through deaks hair. your fingers come back stained with neon orange dust

Cheeto dandruff

whose playin the meat sticks again

what

i heard the meaty slaps

i still hear them

alright. go gather your quotes you quote whore