#i need to be nicer to him. i need to tone down the sarcasm

[cicadangel]

also me and swim crush number 2 got mentioned in the local paper bc we're such good swimmers hehe

[sweetvoidstuff]

Beyond your soul I see IICha Hyun Su x Reader

Cha Hyun Su x Reader

Summary: In the quarantine room, Hyun Su questions your choice to stay, but your disarmingly honest response about fearing monsters and his potential danger leaves him shocked. As you break the silence by extending a comforting hand, you assure him of the goodness you see in him beyond his troubled past.

the first part, kinda ~~~~~ the next part, kinda

Masterlist

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Hyun Su gazed at you, his curiosity evident in the furrow of his brow. "Why do you do this?"

Engrossed in your book within the quarantine room, you looked up, your eyes meeting his. "Do what?" you inquired, your voice laced with curiosity.

"Coming here, staying in the quarantine room? You don't have to," Hyun Su mused, his gaze filled with genuine interest. There was a subtle something in his expression that caught your attention. Placing your book down, you met his gaze and asked, "Am I bothering you here?"

His reply came with a slight hesitation, "No, I... I just think there need to be nicer places to spend the time. You dont need to be here." Hyun Su's attempt to avoid your gaze didn't go unnoticed.

With a touch of sarcasm, you quipped, "Sure, getting wrapped up in doing stupid stuff for Eun Hyeok is my favorite thing to do." Holding your book up, you added, "No, honestly, I just like reading in peace."

Before adding the avoidance of this place by the other tenants or that you simply liked Hyun Su's company, Mr. Kim seized the opportunity to express his annoyance. "Will you two just shut up!" he exclaimed, retreating to a secluded part of the room to lay down. You and Hyun Su exchanged a glance, a smile playing on your lips. However, Hyun Su remained unconvinced.

In a hushed tone, Hyun Su questioned, "Aren't you afraid we could turn and hurt you?" The weight of his words hung in the air, and whether it was a response to Mr. Kim's demand or a genuine inquiry, you couldn't discern. Taking a deep breath, you decided to answer truthfully.

"Am I afraid a monster could kill me? Yes, yes I am. Do I think you would? Well, I don't really know. But I want to believe you wouldn't." Closing your eyes briefly, you shook your head. "You wouldn't." The disarmingly honest statement left Hyun Su visibly shocked, a plea for understanding escaping him. Never had anyone told him that if he were to turn into a monster, he could still be good. Inside his head, he heard laughter. He, his monster apparently highly amused by your statement. It only made Hyun Su more aware of the danger he could be, to you, as he tuned his monster out.

Before he could articulate his thoughts or distance himself, you set your book aside and approached him. Crouching down, you extended your right hand, hoping he would lay his hand in yours. After a moment of silence, he did. Examining his hand and taking your time you spoke, "You have honest hands and kind eyes. Whatever happened there," pointing to his scar, "shows me you'd rather hurt yourself than someone else." Gently rubbing your thumb over his hand, you sensed a shiver running down his back.“If this a good quirk of yours.“ you shrugged, not finishing your thought.

Your words seemed to expose him, as if you could see the core of his being. The intensity of your eyes and the gentle touch left him feeling vulnerable. Though he wanted to pull away, you broke the stare, looking down at his hand and eventually holding it in both of yours.

"Our past doesn't define us. Our actions do. And you, Hyun Su, have done nothing short of helping and protecting others since I met you. I don't fear you. I don't fear him." Looking back up at Hyun Su, you seemed to address someone entirely different. "But if I make you uncomfortable, I will keep my distance." Slowly letting go of his hand, a small blush appearing on your face, you feared you might have overstepped. However, Hyun Su blurted out, "No! No... you don't," giving your hand a short squeeze. The blush now adorned both your faces as you nodded, getting back up. Hyun Su watched you walk back to your book, the brief moment of trust and intimacy broken. His mind was racing, still rethinking your words, trying to make sense of his monster's reaction to your words when he noticed you. As you continued reading, you sat much closer to him than before, and a genuine smile graced his lips, finding solace in your proximity.

[sexy-monster-fucker]

Ok but Lee Russell and fem teacher reader supervising the prom?? Maybe sneaking away (leaving gamby to fend for himself l m a o) for a little canoodling

Lee Russell x Fem!Teacher

omg YES I love love love this, I was thinking of writing something like this and now with the requestI have to follow through!

cw: smut, nothing too crazy, cream pie, p in v

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To your dismay, you were one of the teachers chosen to chaperon the Prom this year. It being mandatory for you to actually dress semi-formal and look presentable. Flustered with the fact you would be spending your Saturday night surrounded in a lake of horned up teenagers trying their hardest to do anything and everything sneaky.

There was one bright side though.

Your secret hookup buddy would also be chaperoning. Lee Russell, one of the Vice Principals at North Jackson High School. Someone you had grown rather fond of in the last year. After payday drinks one night, you had found yourself tangled with him in the backseat of his car. Over the next couple of months, you had continued casual hookups at any opportunity.

You examined yourself in the mirror. Fixing any lose hairs you had, wiping the lipstick off your teeth. You thought you looked good. Heading out to meet your fellow chaperones. You and Neal Gamby pulled into the parking lot around the same time. Looking over at each other and exchanging awkward waves. Neither of you wanted to be there.

You walked in side-by-side, complaining about the night you had ahead of you the whole way in. Lee Russell stood in the hallway right outside the gym, directing the DJ where to take his things. Turning with hands on his hips to meet you both, "Bout time y'all got here." He wore a nicer black suit with an orange tie popping in color. "Gamby, get in there and sort things out," Lee pointed into the gymnasium. Neal blew his breath out, stomping his way into the dark room.

Smiling as he walked over to you, hands finding your hips instantly. You smiled widely at him, "You look handsome this evening." Lee pressed his lips to yours tenderly, "And you look ravishing, my dear." Kiss was short lasted as Neal Gamby came back yelling for Lee.

“Russell! Get your ass in here and help me with these god forsaken decorations,” Gamby’s vein popped out on his forehead.

“Jesus, Gamby can’t you do anything on your own. Always needing me to come to your rescue,” he looked over his shoulder smiling at you. The three of you walked into the illuminated gymnasium. Disco strobes painted the walls, tables with clothes over them on the floor. Other teachers were decorating as the cafeteria staff brought in the food for the students who would be arriving shortly.

You spent the next hour making sure everything was in place. DJ had started playing some music to set the mood. All of you bobbing your heads to the beat of older hits, some faculty singing along. Everyone was designated an area to make sure things went smoothly. You and Lee ended up being the one to check students in, making sure they all had tickets before entering. For an hour, students dressed in their finest clothes rolled through the doors. Giddy for the dance they had been waiting all year to arrive.

Double checking that every name was marked off the list, you and Lee sat alone at the fold out table.

“I think that’s everyone who signed up. Guess we can lock the doors now,” you stood up, stretching your back. Lee spun his keys around his finger going over and making sure no one could get in. Turning around and bearing a bright smile.

“Ready to go out to the dance floor?” Lee’s hands rested on your hips, leaning down and placing a tender kiss on you. You rolled your eyes, “Been looking forward to it all week.” Sarcasm painted your tone as Lee laughed, “I know you didn’t wanna be here, sweetheart. But I didn’t wanna be here without you.” Your cheeks grew hot with his sweetness. You both walked into the loud gymnasium. Seas of students dancing to pop hits, some awkwardly sitting at table or leaned against the stacked up bleachers. Meeting Gamby at the base of the stage directly next to one of the booming speakers.

“List all clear?” He shouted over the music. You nodded, “We double checked it and everything.”

“All these little fuckers are trying to dance awfully close,” Gamby scowled.

“Calm down, Gamby. It’s prom. After graduation next week we won’t half to deal with half these kids,” Lee propped a hand on Gamby’s shoulder.

Lee looked around the room, face falling into shock. “Oh my God, Gamby, look over there!” He pointed at some students with a flask attempting to pour it into the punch bowl.

“Motherfuckers!” Gamby rushed through the crowd of students to get to them. Lee chuckled, scanning the area around you both. No one was paying attention to either of you.

Lee interlocked fingers with you, pulling you behind the stage. "Where are we going?" you questioned, your voice not above a whisper. Lee's free hand went up to his lips shushing you. He opened the door to the band storage closet, pulling you inside with him. Complete darkness. Your eyes fought to adjust to the void. Feverish lips latched onto yours. Hands finding your hips and pushing your back against the wall. Clanking of some metal instruments filled the room as Lee's tongue found its way into your mouth.

"You have no right looking as good as you do tonight," Lee growled between kisses. Lips finding your neck, sloppy kisses decorating it. Lee's hands groped at your chest, pawing at the tender skin there. Pinching at your nipples through your dress, pulling a moan from you. "Yeah, now that's what I like to hear," Lee cooed at your sounds.

“Don’t we need to be out there watching the kids?” You spoke softly.

“Fuck those brats. They’re all gonna do what they want anyway doesn’t matter if we’re out there. Besides, Gamby can handle it,” Lee pressed his lips back into yours. His hands roamed every inch of your body, lips never breaking away from yours.

Gamby screaming your names in the hallway broke you away for a second. Both of you turning to stare at the door. Lee’s hand going to cover your mouth. His other hand fondling your soaking core. Fighting the moans that begged to creep out of you. You both held your breath when you saw the shadow of his shoes walk past the door. Stomping feet and the slam of a door letting you know he had gone elsewhere. You both sighed in relief.

Lee’s mouth latched back onto your neck, fingers teasing up under your dress. Tracing your clothed folds. “This pussy’s always so wet for me,” he purred against your throat. Lips climbing to your jaw, soft kisses planted along is landing below your ear. Your hands ghosted down his body, resting on his tent in his slacks. Palming him through the material. Lee groaned at your touch, hot breath against your skin. Your lips found their place on his throat. His hand tangling in your hair as you nipped at his jugular. Leaving tiny purple marks on him.

“Fuck… you know how to use that mouth, sweetheart,” Lee praised lost in the feeling. “You know I do,” you whispered against his skin. Hands found the buckle of his belt, undoing it and unzipping his pants. You ran the tips of your fingers around the band of his underwear, pulling a shaky breath from him. Diving deeper and wrapping your hand around his hard member. Lee sighed at the contact. You stroked him pulling moans and praises from him. His eyes squinted shut taking in every movement you gave him.

“God, let me fuck you,” Lee pressed his lips into yours. Hands scooping up your dress and pushing it as high as possible. Pulling his cock from his drawers, stroking himself as he watched you pull your panties down your legs. He grabbed one of your legs, hitching it around his waist as he lined himself up with your entrance. The head of his cock brushing your sensitivity before delving in. He bottomed out with his first thrust. Loud moans filled the small storage room. Mouths breathing the same air as he lingered inside you.

He began a slow and steady pace, stretching you perfectly around him. Lips desperate as tongues explored mouths and teeth clanked together. “Fuck, I missed this. Missed burying myself inside this God sent pussy,” Lee breathed heavy, his hair falling down in front of his face as he picked up his pace. With each harsh thrust squeaks and moans left you. Lee’s fingers found your aching clit, circling it in an attempt to make you finish around him.

“Need you to cum around me, doll. Wanna feel you come undone,” Lee huffed catching his breath. He knew exactly how to get you there. Fingers working rhythmically to pull an orgasm from you. You wrapped your arms around him, meeting his thrusts. You called out to him as you came undone. Walls fluttering around him, pulling him deeper inside you. Lee sheathed himself as deep as possible savoring the way your walls constricted his sensitive dick. He bucked his hips into you searching for his own high. Not far behind you. Warms ropes of him shot into you, his cock twitching as he coated your walls. Your name a moan on his lips. He lingered inside you for a moment, not ready to pull himself out. You could feel your juices leaking down his member most likely staining the front of his pants. Soft lips pressed into yours, his hand cupping your cheek. Hesitantly pulling himself out of you, eyebrows furrowing at the loss of warmth. His cum leaked down your thighs.

Helping you get your footing and flattening out your dress. Lee rested his forehead against yours, swaying back and forth with you in a small ballroom style dance. He hummed along to the song that you could hear through the walls. You ran your hands down his arms, interlocking fingers with him. Smiling at the softness of hand holding.

The door next to you slammed open. Both of you squinted at the bright fluorescent lights shining into the dark room.

“What the fuck are you two doing in here?!” Gamby gritted his teeth.

“Mind your business, Gamby,” Lee rolled his eyes and crossed his arms over his chest.

“We’re here to make sure these kids aren’t fooling around and doing illegal shit. I shouldn’t have to worry that you too snuck off!” Gamby stomped his foot.

“Then don’t worry about it, Neal,” you mimicked Lee’s stance. Lee looked over at you with a shocked smile, slowly laughing at your snarky comeback.

“Get the fuck out here,” a jumble of frustration as he pointed to the hallway.

You laughed with Lee as you exited the storage closet, pulling Gamby’s tie as you walked out. Lee raised his eyebrows, tussling Neal’s hair as he walked past him.

Gamby growled under his breath as he straightened his tie back up and slicked his hair back, “You guys are the worst.”

You and Lee turned back to look at him, laughing together at his frustrated manner.

~~~

[End]

~ Thank you so much for the amazing request. I really love answering these! ~

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[invertedheaven]

If You Really Love Nothing

chapter 6: unknown

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“Did you know someone named ryomen sukuna?” Yuji let the words tumble out of his mouth the second he saw you, quickly regretting that he didn’t even greet you first

You opened your mouth to speak before closing it again and laughing awkwardly which prompted him to chuckle nervously

“Well if you’re asking then I assume you already know the answer” you responded while stepping aside to let him into the house

“Im sorry, I probably should’ve asked differently”

You shook your head “no its fine, I appreciate that you were at least straightforward about it”

You lead him to the kitchen as you grab your cup of tea “I did know him, I met him in high school…we used to date” you take a sip of the tea as you hear megumi make his way down the stairs

As he walks into the kitchen he greets yuji before noticing the awkwardness in the room you just half smile at him before continuing “we used to date for 3 years, we broke up shortly before he moved”

Megumis eyes widened as he realized what exactly he walked into

“Can I ask why?” Yuji asked a little to fast he realized

You shrugged “I don’t actually know, if I’m being honest… a week after my birthday he just said he was done, I couldn’t do much about that”

Yuji and megumi glanced at each other both with a face of disgust mixed with disbelief. Megumi didn’t really know the full story so this was new to him too in a sense

“What was he like?” Yuji asked his tone laced with curiosity and something akin to melancholy. He’s never felt like he truly knew his brother, the age difference and sukunas personality made it hard

You softly smiled to yourself “he was… well you know how he is but it worked well for us, I think we balanced each other out. He was funny in his own way, genuinely smart and” you trailed off for a few seconds before continuing “he was good to me… I don’t think I ever had any genuine complaints”

Yuji couldn’t help but feel angry, even after what doesn’t seem like an amicable break up you didn’t seem to be as angry as you should, or maybe you’re just pretending to save his brothers image he doesn’t really know

“Why do you ask? Just curious?” You asked snapping him out of his thoughts

“Uh yeah, I just don’t know a lot of people who would willingly deal with him so I was… intrigued I guess you could say”

You nodded in understanding, in a way thats what drew you to sukuna to begin with. There was something about sukuna that made you want to understand him, to know him. Throughout the years of being with him you feel like you got close, there were times where you felt like you knew him like the back of your hand and sometimes you felt like you were back in high school not understanding what you were looking at. Even if it ended bitterly, you couldn’t convince yourself that he was better unknown.

Sukuna was never a man who was amazing with words, he was smart but he just didn’t spend much time concerning himself with wording things in a nicer way. There was a disconnect with other peoples emotions too, not that he didn't understand them it just wasn’t something he cared to indulge in. And yet when it was you, he’d try his hardest to phrase things in a less… apathetic way and he’d actually ask how you were feeling, he’d encourage you to speak up if something was bothering you. He brought out a more assertive and less apologetic side of you— in the best ways.

All of this of course in a somewhat strained way as it didn’t seem like something he knew how to do. Because for some reason anything out of sukunas mouth sounded like teasing, sarcasm or straight up bullying. Despite his demeanor, he was always so clingy too, once he got over his pride of him being so weak around someone he would always need to be next to you or holding you in some way. You found it so endearing, it was the most affectionate he was capable of being when his words often failed him. You laugh to yourself at the memories of him following you around at parties not letting go of the hold he had on your hand.

Yuji side eyes megumi concerned as to why you zoned out and seemingly laughed at nothing before you spoke up again “he mentioned you a few times, he said you were a brat but a good kid”

Yuji cant tell if he feels happy about that or not, it’s not like sukuna ever told him these things himself. Was it really that hard? Yuji knows he was spared the unpleasantness of their parents because whatever they were like is the reason why his brother doesn’t seem to emote properly. Still, as annoyed as it made him, a small part of him feels glad that his brother thinks he was a good kid.

Megumi felt a little out of place not knowing sukuna on the level that you and yuji did so he busied himself by getting a glass of water trying to figure out if maybe you were gonna mention airi. His birthday was coming up and it would make things easier if Yuji just knew already but megumi also ran the risk of yuji never talking to him because he never said anything about airi before.

“Can I ask how you figured out we knew each other?” You asked yuji because a small dumb hopeful part of you wanted to know if sukuna had mentioned you recently

Yuji genuinely did not know how to answer that he hadn’t thought that far ahead so he decided to lie “oh well, he saw gojo pick fushiguro up at the movies a while back he told me he hated gojo but that he knew him in high school and so I guess I just assumed maybe you did to”

“Why not just ask gojo?” Megumi butted in

“Well if they didn’t like each other id rather not offend gojo by asking that” yuji laughs

You and megumi glance at each other feeling like theres not so much truth in his claim but you decide its not worth prying about considering you had something to hide too so you shrug it off “Gojo didn’t hate him, it was more of a one sided problem that your brother had” you laughed

Yuji laughed in response before clearing his throat “im sorry again, for asking and about how he ended things”

“Its not yours to apologize for but thank you, yuji”

The smile you gave yuji made him feel simultaneously sad and relieved. He still feels like you’re not telling him something but he chops it up to the fact that maybe you won't tell him the real reason you and sukuna broke up.

You broke his train of thought by excusing yourself to your room and once you leave yuji speaks up

“Did she tell you about sukuna?”

Megumi wasn’t sure how to answer that “yeah, but it wasn’t in detail I only knew they dated”

Yuji nodded his head “are her and gojo a thing?”

Megumi chokes on the water that he was drinking “no, not at all they’ve just been friends forever, I don’t know how because gojo is… truly something else”

He wonders why yuji would even care if you and gojo were together but he just hopes its a harmless question

———

The rest of the afternoon goes by as smoothly as it can despite the awkwardness and the conversation lingers in yujis mind right up until he arrives home. As he enters he’s surprised to see sukuna still on the couch eating and drinking a beer— so much for having a hangover

Sukuna eyes yuji as he enters the kitchen to serve himself some dinner knowing he just came back from your house, sukuna sees yujis presence in your life as an act of betrayal on yujis part even if yuji didnt know the full story

As yuji walked into the living room to join his brother, sukuna speaks up noticeably irritated “You didn’t eat over there?”

Yuji rolls his eyes “does it matter? Im hungry now”

Sukuna mumbles something under his breath before taking another swig of the beer

“Why did you break up with her” yuji speaks up he doesn’t even bother to say your name because who else would he be talking about

This earned an intense glare from sukuna “Thats none of your business kid”

“I know but-“

“What did she tell you about me”

Yuji sighs, agitated that sukuna just always has to be defensive “she didnt say anything”

“I don’t believe that, how did you know it was me that broke up with her?”

Yuji feels his patience snap before half shouting “because look at you!” He quiets down before he mumbles the next part “you just ruin anything good”

Sukuna feels the anger and irritation from the past days swell up in him mixed with shock that yuji would speak up against him like that “you have some nerve speaking to me like that brat”

“Can you just answer me? Why did you break up?”

Sukuna chugged the rest of his beer before standing up and walking to the kitchen to put his dish in the sink. Yuji hears his brother move stuff around in the kitchen while he stares down at his plate, upset that sukuna is incapable of functioning properly. The tv that was on in the background only grew to overwhelm yujis thoughts so he grabbed the remote to mute it before sukuna made his way back to the living room, but not sitting down

“It wasn’t gonna work out, she expected too much” sukuna responded before grabbing his phone, wallet and keys before exiting the house leaving yuji with his thoughts

Yuji cant help but feel like that was a useless answer, because it was.

In the dead silence of the living room, the sound his fork scraping against the plate began to make him feel even more alone than the days before so he turns to the tv unmuting it before trying to distract himself with a dumb movie. But as it played he still couldn’t keep his thoughts from wandering to all the times he’s had to do this, eat dinner alone, deal with his grandfather alone and just living life alone.

———

Sukuna decided to go for a walk because he could not stand the idea of yuji asking him more pointless questions that he didn’t want to answer. Especially since the topic of you came out of nowhere, yet he feels himself hope that you asked about him, not because he wants to see you but because he hopes that you haven’t moved on. As fucked up as it is for him to think, he’ll never be able to stop himself from feeling that.

He decides to pull out his phone and look for your social media again. He unblocked you only to find all accounts private and the profile picture isn’t there, nor did your bios say anything about you almost as if you didn’t use it anymore. He saw that you had a few posts but he doesn’t know if those were even recent and he’s briefly tempted to request you, but then he has to remind himself that he didn’t want to talk to you, right?

So he has a brilliant idea of looking for gojos social media, that wouldn’t be hard he was a social person. But all accounts were wiped of any personal information and looked like he tried to keep it professional, no doubt for his job, hell even his bio only said his name and profession. So the search ended up being useless, and he gained nothing, he finds himself getting frustrated that his curiosity is eating him alive. It shouldn’t even be a thought to him.

And he has a brilliant idea of the next time the opportunity comes around maybe he’ll give yuji a ride to your house or pick him whatever works. He can always pretend like he didn’t know it’d be you, even though at this point absolutely no one would buy that. He doesn’t even realize that he’s been planning on how to coincidentally run into you and when he does he has to reaffirm that it’s not because he wants to see you, because if he allows himself that he knows he’ll go crawling back to you.

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[cottondo]

ADAM X FEM!READER • [ HAZBIN HOTEL ]

— PROLOGUE

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐄𝐆𝐈𝐍𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆 ....

As Adam lounged in his seat at the Heaven council meeting, he grumbled to himself with a narrow eyed glare.

He just received the news that he'd been assigned to 'guardian angel duty' for a girl in the mortal realm— aka, earth.

His first inclination was to scoff at the news; why should he, an Angel of his stature and skill, the original dick, be assigned to such a mundane task?

He was the first fucking man, dammit! Not some babysitter!

Adam let out a dramatic sigh as he listened to the orders from Sera, bluntly rolling his eyes at the thought of having to babysit some random girl on Earth.

Being a guardian angel was not exactly what he had signed up for when he got to Heaven. He was meant for more important things, like commanding his badass army of exorcists— not playing chaperone to some mortal girl.

But he knew better than to argue with the higher-ups, so he resigned himself to his fate and tried to keep his annoyance in check.

Maybe this girl would be hot - at least there was that.

 

Later, after the meeting, Adam found himself strolling through the hall of the building, still begrudgingly mulling over his new assignment.

He approached Sera and Emily, the higher ups, who were chatting amongst themselves, and he casually interjected his way into their conversation.

"So," he began casually, trying to sound nonchalant, "You mind telling me more about this girl l've got to keep an eye on down on Earth? Who is this fuckin chick?"

Sera looked at him with a slightly unimpressed expression, her eyes scanning him up and down. She paused for a moment before responding, her voice calm and collected.

"Her name is Y/N." Sera replied, her voice level. She paused as her gaze lingered on Adam for a moment, a subtle look of skepticism passing over her face before she continued, "She's a young woman who lives on Earth, alone. She's . . troubled. We believe she's in need of some guidance."

Adam frowned as he listened to Sera's description.

Troubled, huh?

Great, that was just what he needed— a damsel in distress.

He didn't hide the tone of irritation in his voice as he spoke. "Troubled how? Like, 'needs a hug and some ice cream' kind of shit, or

'needs professional help' kind of troubled?"

Sera's expression showed a hint of annoyance at Adam's comment. She tilted her chin slightly upwards, her eyes narrowing a bit as she continued.

She spoke with caution, weighing her words carefully. "It's more the latter, I'm afraid," Sera replied, her voice a touch sharper now. "She struggles with trust issues, isolation, and she doesn't really trust angels. She's . . been through a lot."

Adam's expression soured even further as he heard the word 'trust.

He rolled his eyes, clearly not enthused with the idea of dealing with someone who didn't trust angels. Or at least, his presence.

"Trust issues, isolation, trauma..." He listed off sarcastically, his tone dripping with frustration. "Fucking fantastic. So I get to play therapist for a chick with a chip on her shoulder. Great."

Sera let out a small sigh, her patience starting to wear thin. "Adam," she said firmly, her voice serious, "this is important. This girl needs guidance, and we believe you're the most qualified to help her. We can't just send any guardian angel in there and expect them to succeed. We've tried that already." She shifts slightly, almost hesitant, "You're the only one who can honestly handle her."

Adam let out an incredulous scoff at her words, throwing his hands up in a frustrated gesture.

"The only one who can handle her? You're fuckin' kidding, right? You don't think maybe some soft-spoken, 'nicer angel' can do the job better than me?" he asked, his voice dripping sarcasm.

Sera's expression remained stoic, unwavering in her resolve. She met Adam's sarcastic tone with her own calm demeanor.

"Yes, the only one," she repeated firmly, her voice a steady and controlled. She held his gaze with stern determination. "She needs someone who's experienced, bold, and won't easily be manipulated like the others have been. And as much as you try and deny it, you fit."

Adam felt a pang of irritation as Sera listed off his supposed 'qualities.

Bold, experienced, not easily manipulated - sure, those described him, but it also made him sound like some sort of tool.

"So I'm supposed to just swoop in, charm her with my qualities, and magically fix her? I'm a badass exorcist, not a damn therapist, y'know," he retorted with crossed arms, rolling his eyes at the idea.

Sera's facial expression twitched slightly, a hint of annoyance evident in her expression as she continued to maintain her calm demeanor. Emily's gaze shifted to Sera, still holding her silence between the two.

Sera's patience was clearly wearing thin, but she continued to speak calmly, as she does.

"I never said you were a therapist," she replied, her voice still steady and controlled. "I said she needs guidance. And yes, you might have to, charm her a bit, to start. Make her trust you. That's part of the process."

Adam let out a sarcastic laugh at that, his irritation starting to show.

Charm her? The fuck?

How was he supposed to do that to some twenty-something year old girl?

"Sera, the hell," he grumbled in a mocking tone, "How exactly do you expect me to do that? Tell her how kickass I am, and that I'm the original dick? Should she just swoon over my angelic charm and fall into my lap?" he retorted with a scoff.

Adam clearly was trying to bark his way out if this entire situation, but it wasn't really working. Sera seemed to be pretty set on him doing this.

Sera's eye twitched slightly at Adam's sarcastic, mocking tone.

She pursed her lips for a moment before replying, her voice still calm, but with a hint of annoyance underneath.

"No, Adam, we're not expecting you to brag about yourself. This isn't about your ego. It's about using your . . . natural charisma to slowly earn her trust. Can you handle that?"

Adam let out a scoff and rolled his eyes at her suggestion. 'Slowly earning her trust' sounded so much more boring than the image of the girl falling head-over-heels for him that had been running through his mind.

But he knew better than to argue with Sera any further. He had already gotten under her skin enough as it was- and it was surprising that Emily had been keeping her mouth shut, too.

"Yeah, yeah, I got it," he replied sarcastically. "Slow and steady, charm her up. I'll be her knight in shining armor, whatever."

"Adam," Emily piped up, her brows furrowing slightly. Adam raised a brow with a crooked look on his face; his arms crossed tightly over his chest once again. Well, there goes little miss zipped lips.

She quickly faltered her appearance as Sera's hand came up gently to stop Emily from going on any further.

The seraphim let out a soft sigh as she heard Adam's sarcastic rebuttal. She could tell that he wasn't taking this assignment as seriously as he should be already, but she knew it was pointless to argue further.

At least he seemed to begrudgingly agree to the task at hand.

"This is important, Adam," she said firmly, looking him directly in the eye. "I hope you'll take this assignment seriously. And, please try not to screw this up."

Adam raised an eyebrow and smirked at her stern warning. A hint of challenge in his voice as he spoke.

"Me, screw it up? Please," he scoffed. "Im the First Man, remember? I eat challenges for breakfast. This girl won't know what hit her."

Emily and Sera both look to each other with a frown, exchanging the same sort of look that Adam chose to ignore. They were definitely worried.

[chochuuya]

snarky.

bonten rindou haitani x gn!reader

disclaimers: bonten isn’t exactly all rainbows and unicorns.. please do read with precaution. black cat x black cat? you meet your match (ᵕ—ᴗ—)

wc: 470

your attitude pisses him off.

“you didn’t need help?” rindou scoffs in disbelief as he looks from the unconscious mugger to you.

that guy’s joints are probably already in places they shouldn’t be.

he didn’t appreciate your dismissive attitude especially since he just saved your life. you were struggling to fend off this guy, so he jumped in before any damage could be done. especially in his club? nuh-uh.

you should be singing him praises, not being snarky.

“that’s a funny way of saying thank you,” he continues sarcastically, his annoyance evident in his tone. “you should be nicer to someone that saved you.”

“fine. thank you so much, my savior.” you said with a tone dripping of sarcasm.

he rolls his eyes. if he still had his glasses, he would already be adjusting them in annoyance. you weren’t exactly making it easy to keep his temper in check.

rindou looks you up and down, his piercing violet eyes running the length of your body and taking the whole scoop of your appearance.

“and you’re (y/n), right?” he asks as if he already knows the answer.

“wow, what a stalker. i didn’t even have to tell you my name, haitani.”

he laughs and it sounds like a snarl. this person has guts, he has to give them that.

“nah,” he shakes his head. “you think i need you to tell me your name to figure out that much? i’ve got my sources.”

“wow.. good to know you have money then.”

he actually chuckled at your remark and smoothly passes you his business card. the paper's quality felt like it was cut from the finest tree on earth.

you scoffed and this time, it’s your turn to look at him from up and down.

“what’s this for? you expect me to want to know a criminal like you? i would be in jail for even trying.”

“a criminal?” he asks, his expression shifted to one of mock offense. “no, i just don’t feel like dealing with the red tape the police force me to. do you even know who i am and my affiliation?”

you look at him, being all humble. “is he trying to scare me?” you thought.

“and i’m supposed to know that? well, sorry for making you butthurt..”

rindou tilts his head slightly to the side and raises an eyebrow at you. it’s clear that he’s trying to figure you out.

“you’re sassy, i like it. you’d make the perfect partner in crime, you know,” he says and there’s an edge to his voice, something he’s keeping just under the surface.

“i could just... take you right here, right now and you could learn all the skills you’d ever need.”

...

maybe it was a mistake to be in the haitani brothers’ club in the first place.

please do not steal, copy, translate, repost to other sites or claim my writings as your own. plagiarism is real.

i had a debate with myself, whether i should put ran or rindou in this.. but i feel like rindou fits this scenario better? somehow? ( •̯́ ₃ •̯̀) anyway, i hope you like it! all reblogs & likes are vv appreciated ♡

[deadlyleomidget]

Hiiiiiiya! <3 Can I request what your interpretation of a jealous Miyuki would be like? Maybe a situation where someone like Sanada is chatting up reader after a game and Miyuki gets possessive (gives her his jersey, wraps an arm around her, etc.)? Doesn't have to be that exact scenario, just thinking out loud ~

Hi Anon! My apologies for the delay. I hope you enjoy what I wrote and Happy New Year!

Word Count: 893

‘Why do we have to play against them out of all teams?’ Miyuki gritted his teeth in frustration as discreetly as he could. The team was preparing to have a practice game against Yakushi High School. Normally, he would be excited about it. But a part of him couldn’t muster all the enthusiasm that he would normally have in the past. 

“What got your panties in a bunch?” Kuramochi teased, noticing the catcher’s sour expression which got worse as soon as the bus from Yakushi came into view. 

“Just thinking how challenging this match is going to be,” Miyuki replied absentmindedly. 

“Usually that kind of stuff excites you,” the shortstop pointed out.

“Don’t you see me bursting with excitement?” Miyuki deadpanned. 

“You look just peachy,” Kuramochi scoffed, obviously not buying what Miyuki was saying. He noticed that his expression darkened as soon as Sanada was coming out of the bus. He was laughing with Raichi and the other players. 

“Where is y/n-chan?” the catcher asked, looking around for his girlfriend. 

Kuramochi blinked twice in confusion and then smirked when he put two and two together. “Don’t tell me that this is about marking your territory.” 

Miyuki turned to him. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” 

The shortstop narrowed his eyes at the catcher. “You’re jealous.” 

Miyuki scoffed. “Why would I be jealous?” he crossed his arms across his chest. “Jealousy is just petty. Just because I don’t like how Sanada talks to y/n-chan everytime he sees her, or how she laughs at his horrible jokes, doesn’t mean I’m jealous,” he said with venom dripping from his tone. 

“Sure, sure,” Kuramochi nodded. “You’re way more mature than that.”

“Exactly,” Miyuki concurred. “He’s the immature one. He’s the one that doesn’t understand that flirting with other people’s girlfriends is just wrong.” 

“Completely disrespectful of him,” the shortstop added in sarcasm. “It’s even worse when he is better at it than you are,” Kuramochi added. 

Miyuki widened his eyes in surprise, a blush starting to tint his cheeks. “S-shut up,” he lamely added. 

Kuramochi let out his loud signature hyena-like laugh. “Oh man, you really get upset by this. Who would’ve thought that you were this jealous and possessive ?” 

“I’m not jealous nor possessive,” the captain protested, averting his gaze from Kuramochi. 

“Oh really?” 

Miyuki nodded. “It’s about the principle, not jealousy,” he added unconvincingly. 

“So does that mean that you’re not going to be angry and jealous during the game?” Kuramochi asked with a mischievous smile. 

“I-” 

“Why would Kazuya be angry and jealous during the game?” y/n asked, popping out of nowhere which made Miyuki flinch to Kuramochi’s amusement. 

Kuramochi chuckled as Miyuki gulped a thick lump down his throat. 

“Nothing, Kuramochi is just teasing me,” the catcher explained, while running his fingers through his short brown locks. 

Y/n shot him an unconvinced look. “Is that why you’re blushing?” 

“I’m not blushing,” the catcher protested while pouting which made y/n giggle. 

��Good. We need our captain with his head in the game,” y/n teased. 

“We’ll see about that,” Kuramochi’s eyes flickered with even more mischief as he saw an approaching figure. 

“I always keep a cool head,” Miyuki boasted. 

“Yo! Y/n-chan!” a loud booming masculine voice called from behind Miyuki.

“Sanada-kun!” y/n-chan exclaimed. “How nice to see you.” 

Miyuki clenched his fists at the mention of his name. 

“Not nicer than seeing you,” Sanada replied with a charming smile while ignoring Miyuki who had his back to him. 

“Ready for the game?” Kuramochi asked. 

“Ready as ever,” Sanada said. “You guys better be ready to lose!” 

“That’s the spirit,” Miyuki joked. “It would be a shame if you guys lost after coming all this way.” 

Sanada flashed him a smirk and then turned to y/n-chan. “How do you date a guy with such a twisted personality?” 

Miyuki gave the best fake laugh he could. 

“You were not playing nice,” y/n pointed out. 

Sanada chuckled. “You’re right,” he said. “I should be behaving myself when I’m in your presence.” 

“Or maybe you could not be in her presence at all,” the catcher suggested, wrapping an arm around y/n’s waist and bringing her closer to him. “Just so you don’t have to worry about behaving yourself, y’know?” 

Sanada raised an eyebrow. “So this is how it is?” 

“This is exactly how it is.” 

Y/n started laughing awkwardly, trying to discreetly get out of Miyuki’s grasp. “Now, now, boys. You both better behave.” 

“This is not me misbehaving,” Miyuki said, glaring at Sanada.

“Ka-zu-ya,” y/n-chan narrowed her eyes at the catcher. However, he didn’t pay attention to her disapproving look since he was focused on Sanada. 

“I’m on my best behavior as well,” Sanada chided with a grin gracing his lips. “Gotta have my head cool in the game. Don’t wanna look like a loser in front of y/n-chan y’know?” 

Miyuki smirked to himself. “Too late for that.” 

“Kazuya is right,” y/n began which made Sanada’s expression turned sour as Miyuki grinned smugly. “It’s too late for that since I don’t only have one loser but two in front of me,” y/n added in disdain, before she turned around and left two stammering dumbfounded boys behind her. 

“y/n-chan wait!” they both yelled. 

Yes, they were both two idiots indeed.

[lanchang]

As far as Mulian goes I think it’s amusing to think about them becoming official and Mu Qing feeling like now that they are an actual couple he has to tone down his sarcasm? Like he’s about to say something super bitchy but is like “oh wait he’s my bf now maybe I need to be more delicate” but still saying it as bitchy as ever.

he would be such a terrible boyfriend xie lian couldnt take him anywhere because everytime mu qing opened his mouth whoever they were with would be like "oh my god i cant believe your boyfriend talks to you like that im so sorry are you okay?" and xie lian has to wave his hand and say "oh no he loves me he just has emotional problems. he's actually much nicer now than he used to be" and he would be right

[nightmarevore]

I Get a Craving and I Wake Up For You

6/?

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Rowan belongs to @wonderful-bellies. Luke belongs to me. (Medli wrote half of this chapter! We're going to be writing together from now on!)

Rowan sits alone.

Rowan doesn’t know what’s wrong with him. He can’t let people get close to him, because he’s just going to hurt them. He tries to push his roommate, Luke, away, and things just get worse. He’d hurt Luke. Does he even care? He doesn’t want to hurt Luke, but he ended up hurting him anyway. He knew that the moment he thought of eating Luke more than once that things would go down hill, and they did. 

Oliver called him an asshole. Luke started panicking and shrunk down, unresponsive. Oliver made it sound like he was the cause of that, and he was right. It was ROWAN who cut Luke off and got in his face. ROWAN, who yelled at him and told him he wasn’t interested. He had to lie. Of COURSE he did. If he didn’t, Luke was going to end up just like…

The predator groans, slapping his face and pinching the bridge of his nose. Don’t think about it, don’t think about it.

His predator urges were always so easy to control. They never were so bad. Rowan used to be able to go weeks to a month without needing to bribe someone to be eaten and stay in his stomach for an hour or two. They would never see each other again. 

Rowan lays down flat in his bed, keeping his hands covering his face. He feels so horrible. Like a massive dumbbell is compressing his chest. If he had one with him now, he’d definitely lay it on his chest. The feeling within his chest overwhelmed him. It felt like a heavy, black tar that pumps itself from his heart and into his veins.

He hates this feeling. 

“What did I do wrong?” He asks himself. 

A lot, clearly. 

“For Luke’s sake, you’d best think of an apology. You were being an asshole, and I can’t believe you can’t see how hard he’s trying to make this work with you. The way I see it, you don’t deserve it.”

If pushing people away made him an asshole, maybe being an asshole is okay. 

( No, you idiot! Oliver essentially told you that you triggered him and forced him to shrink like that. That was YOUR fault, and he felt it necessary to use sarcasm. )

But what if he hurts Luke by being open with his predator bullshit? 

He doesn’t even know how he was being an asshole in the first place. He was trying to protect Luke from Rowan himself. How is that an asshole thing to do? 

Could he have been nicer in tone about it? Maybe his yelling is what forced Luke to shift tiny. It triggered something that Luke felt he needed to hide, right? It was something that Luke was hiding from Rowan, just like Rowan tried to hide the fact he’s a predator from Luke.

Oliver said that Luke never tells anyone what he goes through. It’s the same thing as himself, isn’t it? God, it’s like his hunger forcing fugues, isn’t it? His stress forced his body to change size. Stress that he caused. The fact that the predator was responsible for that… 

Rowan, for all his faults, tries so hard to keep himself from hurting people. He was told that the fact he needed to eat people was something to be ashamed of. It would hurt other people. Instead, he hurt Luke just by… well, being himself. Not by being a predator.

Why does the thought of this bring such agony to the man? Why does his stomach churn uncomfortably at the thought? Why does Rowan feel nauseous? 

He may as well dig a pit for himself and fall into it. Disappear and never return. He’d already fucked up this roommate situation. Luke’s going to get rid of him. Oliver will tell him to kick Rowan out, and it’ll be what Rowan deserves. He doesn’t deserve anything nice. 

He should starve himself.

No, No, wait… No he shouldn't. He shouldn’t, because the last time he didn’t feed himself around Luke, he nearly fell into a fugue, and the second time he did fall into a fugue. What was he supposed to do, then? 

Hide the monster, never let anyone get too close and risk seeing that side of him. It was his one rule, his biggest most important rule. It was the first lesson he’d learned as a predator. He is dangerous, he is deserving of punishment in the face of his voracious instincts. The lesson was drilled into his head; a flashing neon sign. Always reminding him in his subconscious that he was a monster and always would be.

So why… Why did it always seem to go so wrong? Hiding this side of him was supposed to keep himself and others safe. Being distant was a necessity, yet the pattern was becoming clear to him. He’d lash out, and others would get hurt. The worst part of it all was one simple fact that pushed its way to the forefront of his mind as he sat alone in the all too quiet apartment. It was because of him.

Him. Not the predator. The predator came through and caused its own problems, of course, but what happened today? What kept happening for years? It was always simply because of him. Not the hunger, nor the fugues. Rowan clenched his fingers hard into his palms as nails sank into his flesh, nearly drawing blood. The revelation pounding in his mind and repeating itself over and over. A chorus of voices, vitriolic and unrelenting.

Rowan was not only a ravenous freak, he was simply a terrible person, as well.And he did not know what to do.

He felt stuck. He felt dirty. A virus that planted itself in one location to wreak havoc upon its environment until it fell apart around him and then moved on to the next. Starvation was not an option, as it would bring out the monster. Isolation was what got him into this situation in the first place. So what could he possibly do? He wishes he could just cease to exist. Erase himself from history entirely. Wipe the slate clean of his presence and avoid so much unnecessary hurt brought upon so many people. His family, his friends, his…

The predator scowls as he feels hot tears trail down his face. He had no right to cry. Oliver was right, this was all because of him. Rowan was dragging down Luke with him. It wasn’t right. He shouldn’t be here wallowing in his own miserable thoughts. He hurt another person, and the thought of running away and ignoring it again was unbearable. The shifter would be back. After Oliver fixed the mess he created, Luke would inevitably come back. Whether it was to gather his things and leave or continue living with his asshole of a roommate, Rowan wasn’t sure, but he would see the brunette again eventually. He needed to be prepared for it. He has no idea what he’s going to do, but he needs to do something.

Fuck, Rowan, get yourself together and fucking figure it out!

The predator slaps his face and clears his throat a couple times. He had to do something. The lump in his throat wasn’t getting any smaller by sitting like this. 

Thinking of a way to say sorry and truly mean it would be a good place to start. 

Thinking of a way to avoid closing himself off and making the same mistake twice would be a perfect place to start.

[ashinaisshin]

A more direct EN translation of some of Alhaitham’s voice lines in CN

(Note that in order to show the meaning in CN more clearly, some translations might not sound as smooth as the official EN text to stay closer to the CN.)

tl;dr: dude is in general more of a piece of shit in CN (no) LOL

i love he

About the Vision

To be honest, a Dendro Vision isn’t of much help to my research. But I do hit people harder now that I have elemental powers, so it's still useful enough.

[Personal opinion: I really wish the translators had kept his cruder/rougher wording in CN here, instead of making him sound kinda formal with the “settling a physical dispute” “proves useful at times” and all. (There are other lines, including some during the archon quest, where I’ve noticed that the EN translators made him sound more “formal” like this.) Despite the strong “rational/logical” image that he has, in CN Alhaitham rarely uses the kind of “academic” or “smart”-sounding language that one might think he does unless the occasion calls for it, and I find that aspect of his character really charming. Like Alhaitham says himself, “Rather than lacing my words with rhetoric, I prefer speaking factually” – I love hearing his lines because this guy is so good at making sharp, concise comments using his iconic crude and down-to-earth language. The writers really did a fantastic job portraying this smart and badass and hilarious character while intentionally (imo) breaking the stereotype in the use of an “academic” tone.]

About Us: Helping Each Other

You are very capable of taking care of yourself, so much so that you can even look after the companions around you. I don’t have any advice for you, and you most likely don’t need my help.

[Unlike in EN, it’s not very obvious that he is specifically referring to Paimon there in CN. It’s also a general trend that he is more curt/direct in CN, not hedging his statements as much with words like “seem” “frankly” “tend to” etc..]

About Kaveh: Compassion

He shows too much compassion towards everyone and everything. Probably because he is too fragile, he’s always making a fuss over nothing.

[The word choice in CN is more positive. At least “关怀” is a positive word – more along the lines of “compassion/care” – while “sensitive” is a neutral word that could be understood in either way, and probably negative in the context of “overly sensitive”. While Alhaitham is arguably also using some sarcasm in CN, I still think “sensitive” is neither an intuitive nor a fitting translation for 关怀.]

Birthday

Happy birthday. I’ve always thought that people invest an unnecessary amount of enthusiasm into celebrating the day they were born; it’d be more practical to channel that energy into getting more joy out of each day of their lives. You’re doing an alright job with this. I don’t know what kind of gift to get, so I’ll just reserve one pass for you through a special application channel.

[Funnily enough, he is less nice to you on your birthday in CN lol… I appreciate the sheer objectivity in “alright job”, bro Especially the “gift” he prepared for you, in my understanding, the special channel is only effective for once in CN and not permanent as the EN version seems to suggest, LMAO. Alhaitham, you just really don’t want to put extra effort into this huh Idk, maybe the EN translators just wanted to make him sound nicer to the players 😆 I can appreciate it either way though.]

Opening Treasure Chest: I

Hold on to them yourself.

[Aka: I don’t need this stuff. How nice of him.]

Opening Treasure Chest: II

Hurry, it’ll be hard to pick them up once they roll away.

[But he’s also genuinely being such a good (and fourth-wall-breaking-ly helpful) teammate kekw]

Joining Party: II

Let’s do business the business way. / Let’s keep things straight business.

[OK, if all the other discrepancies in translation are mostly just me being nitpicky, this one, I would argue, is a significant mistranslation that almost gets the opposite meaning across. “Let’s get down to business,” in my opinion, makes it sound like Alhaitham feels the need and is potentially quite willing to join the party, while in CN, “公事公办” is an idiom that clearly conveys the meaning that Alhaitham is Not joining you because he wants to/thinks he needs to but rather he’s treating it as Business, as a Job. In JP this line is straight up translated it as “公務に私情は挟まない” – “no personal feelings involved in official business.” In fact, linguistic elegance/cultural factors aside, I feel like for Alhaitham’s voice lines at least, the JP translation in general stays much closer to the CN text compared to EN. Like I mentioned in my last CN/EN comparison post, some EN translations make Alhaitham sound like a leader, while a big part of this dude’s life is just rejecting any and all leadership responsibilities thrown his way.]

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Some additional translations FYI

More About Alhaitham: IV

Once order is disrupted, the consequences will spread rapidly. I don’t like this; it will get in the way of the life I have right now.

Feelings About Ascension: Conclusion

Can’t let those slackers from the Akademiya know that I’m making progress yet again, otherwise they’ll do everything in their ability to push trouble my way. Of course I won’t accept any of it, but the back-and-forth in communication is always going to waste some (of my) time.

Low HP: III

This will take up more (of my) time.

[musebluebird]

"I don't even trust my own shadow, princess" Ivan wasn't going to bluntly tell her that he didn't trust her father one bit. Her father looked like the kind of person who couldn't wait to stab anyone who presented a threat to his organization, no matter if they were allies and if he did it from behind. Ivan wasn't paranoid, he was just being careful. Especially if a dangerous man like Lydia's father was involved in the equation. He didn't care that he was married to the man's daughter, if Ivan had to guess, it made him an even bigger target because it had put him right under the man's radar. The fact that he was married to Lydia probably meant nothing to the man who hadn't hesitated to 'marry off' his daughter to a very dangerous man like him to begin with. That was weird cause, who would do that? but Ivan was glad he had gotten away with it without any conflict with her father after all. Even if they took her father out of the equation, the mere fact that she was married to him put her at risk. Just as Ivan had worked his way to the top with blood and sweat, he had left more than one unhappy person along the way. His wedding day would be a good day to get something done with all the attention on the celebrations. He made a mental note to have a talk with her in the next days. Lydia needed to be exactly aware of the danger she might be in. Well, she always had been due to her dad but now she was also married. Ivan saw no point in keeping her in the dark, smart as she was, knowledge was power in Lydia's case. She couldn't know everything or the dirty details but she needed to know she should have her eyes open. He needed her to understand the importance of trusting her instincts. If anything ever told her to get the hell out of a place, Lydia had to understand that she had to do that and then call her husband. With some luck she would keep her eyes open to anything that seemed strange and tell Ivan right away. Although something told him that she wouldn't call him cause she was just that proud and currently hated him that much no matter what her body said.

His fingers caressed her skin slowly. Her skin was warm, it was soft and Ivan could swear that he had the same scent of jasmine as her perfume. He rolled his eyes at her when he heard her "Yeah, sure, I bet you can" Her voice was full of sarcasm. Hopefully she could even see what color her shoes were. Ivan looked up to her and raised his eyebrows. "Can you even see your feet in this dress?" He replied with a mocking tone. If he were in her place, Ivan couldn't see his own feet. Mainly because in order to be able to take off her shows, Lydia needed lift her skirt and take off her shoes. Unless his wife was Wonder Woman, she would need help, and Ivan had known enough about Lydia in the past two hours to know that she was headstrong enough to risk a fall and break her neck rather than ask for help. the "I bet both of your brain cells would have a field day trying to bend down and find your feet at the same time you lift your skirt, sweetheart" He had every intention of sounding funny. At least if he was messing around he didn't have to think about how tempting she looked right now and the fact that for the first time since they were husband and wife, they were alone within four walls. Ivan ran her fingers through the buckle of one of her shoes and undid it before doing the same to the other. Ivan wanted more, he wanted to do something more than feel her skin on her fingers. If he had been up to it, he would have taken Lydia right there in that elevator without a problem. He would just stop the thing but he wanted to take his time exploring his cranky little wife.

"Do you have anything else for me around here, wife?" The tone shifted and now it was suggestive. That was a much nicer way for Ivan to ask her if she wanted something else from him. Something like his fingers or his mouth somewhere else. Now he knew for sure after the elevator thing that he wasn't the only one who was feeling all that sexual tension and heat when they were together. Also all that could be part of the flirtation that both seemed to have in that tug-of-war just married relationship. The position Ivan was in, still crouched in front of her, opened his mind to a universe of possibilities. Among them, doing something much more fun and satisfying for both of them than having to be eating dinner and greeting guests downstairs. In fact, if it weren't for face-saving reasons, Ivan would have no problem screwing everything up and staying in that bedroom with Lydia for the rest of the night. His fingers slid under her dress to just above her knee, caressing her skin and giving her a gentle squeeze "Or maybe you need something else from me?" His other hand moved up the fabric of her dress gently before exposing much of her legs and kissing the outer side of her thigh. It was a bold move but with everything that had happened in the elevator, Ivan hoped it would pay off.

How one man she couldn't stand simultaneously drove her to the brink of insanity was beyond her. Everything Ivan did was causing Lydia's judgment to become clouded and hazy, tainted by the powers of her husband's seductive tactics. Could she call it that? She was just as bad as he was, playing each other at their own game, seeing who would cave first. Ivan was a puzzle to decipher and if there was one thing she loved, it was finishing and solving puzzles. Why did she want to figure him out so badly? The first answer that came into mind seemed a bit too obvious - she had only gone and married him today, so it seemed perfectly reasonable in the wonderful world of Lydia to want to suss him out. It didn't mean anything. It couldn't. It was just her curiosity, much like the curiosity that landed her in this position to begin with. Tied to a man she vowed to have a burning hatred for, to cross his wires and scupper any plans he had for her. Which, she really wasn't sure what. It was hard to think straight in the midst of this heated moment. How could she focus when they were hellbent on tormenting each other? Their chemistry was off the charts, igniting fireworks through her body which only baffled her more. How she could even let someone like him touch her, and not for the simple fact that he was her husband. And liking it. It was a question she wanted to answer badly, but not before having her way with him. Or vice versa.

Ugh, even his audible response to her actions was throwing her off, how she craved to drag it out, to see what other sounds she could elicit from him, how hot he'd sound when he was finally inside her, the groans she'd muster from him when driven over the edge. Those thoughts alone, combined with his tongue seeking out the sensitive spots of her neck and back to her earlobe, with his hand pressing against her ass, set the rest of her body alight. It wasn't fair. A soft moan escaped her lips, allowing her to give into the moment. With the intention to run her hand through his hair, to tug it to yank his head back up and kiss him with the same burning intensity that he had done so with her earlier, needing the taste of his lips on her mouth again. However, the sound of the elevator was a rude awakening but the interruption she needed to bring her back to her senses. The soft ding had made her jump slightly, dropping her hands to her sides and clearing her throat to recompose herself. As if nothing had just happened. Back to reality. What the hell just happened though? Everything was so very confusing, felt all muddled. Lydia gave herself a second to sort herself out, smoothing down her dress before heading out of there.

Of course, he was back to his usual tricks with his stupid comments. Made her pissed that she was legitimately about to consider screwing this man in an elevator. Not that anything he had said was even remotely bad, just that getting annoyed at him was her default. So what if she was sexually frustrated on top of that? Ugh. This was hell. She rolled her eyes at the comment, remarking with, "Oh, I'm fine. I think you're the one who may need to contain his excitement though and be patient." A smirk etched on to her lips as she shamelessly eyed him up and down before trailing after him out of the doors and to the room to change her shoes. The whole idea of security here of all places was amusing to Lydia, to say the least. Was security necessary, for starters? It's not like they had the President or some famous celebrity behind it, for crying out loud. "I really don't know why you are treating this place like it's Fort Knox," she mused, her eyes observing the room carefully. Nothing special about it, what a waste of resources. In her humble opinion.

Confusion swept her features as she watched him crouch down to remove her shoes. A bit much, wasn't it? Such a simple gesture, it was...nice. Not a word she thought she would ever associate with him. "You don't have to..." Too late, he was already on the floor. "You do realise I am quite capable of changing my own shoes, don't you?" Lydia said, tilting her head a fraction as she eyed him carefully., specifically how well form-fitting his shirt was now she could see him without the jacket on. He looked so attractive, again, it was unfair. And funnily enough, she felt quite satisfied, looking at him from this angle. Anyway - back to her rational thoughts. What was his goal here, specifically? Nobody was around; it wasn't like he needed to pretend to be the doting husband who cared about his wife enough to help her. Her mind couldn't help but wander. Thinking back to the way Ivan asked her what she specifically wanted, or how he helped back her up when her father tried to get to her, or how he was now by her feet, helping her with her shoes. It was...nice. Thoughtful. Words that she never ever wanted to associate with him. It confused her because she couldn't possibly find any capacity in her heart to form any positive thoughts about this man. He was horrible; a horrible man who did horrible things. And yet...these simple acts of kindness felt too intimate, almost humanising him. As soon as those thoughts entered her head, she eliminated them entirely. This was the bare fucking minimum, and there she was almost glorifying it just because they were close to screwing. No. She wasn't going down this road, wasn't going to be fooled by him. It was easier to hate him. The bare minimum didn't deserve redemption. Have some class, Lydia. These conflicting thoughts were dizzying, and the deliberate slow passage of time it took to remove said shoes - or death traps, as he called them - was only enabling her to feel more conflicted. The way his fingertips skimmed her skin brought those lustful thoughts back to the surface. What a wreck she was, though she would refuse to admit it. Almost stopped her from hearing his question. Another roll of her eyes. "Perfectly intact, thank you very much," she huffed, back to her stubbornness. As if nothing happened, as if they didn't just have a moment. "And yours? Oh, wait. That question alone implies that you ever had any brain cells to begin with. My bad." Back to normality.

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Two Sides of The Same Coin - Chapter 3: "Ready For It?"

"Let the games begin..."

“Face it, Bucky." Sam smugly smiles. "You’ve met your match.”

And with Sam’s words ringing in his ears, for the next two months, Bucky spends every single moment he's with you and Sam trying to prove Sam wrong. Trying to prove that throughout all the missions, all the triumphs, and times you’ve saved each other’s lives, that he’s not attached.

Every mission he keeps his distance, pretending he’s not looking at you. When you do catch him looking, all you see is a scowl. And still you only offer him a kind smile in return. It only annoys him that much more.

And yet, he can’t bring himself to tell Sam he’s done sneaking off the compound for these secret missions.

Tonight is a special kind of mission, at least according to Sam. All he told Bucky was that he needed to wear something a little nicer than normal. 

“Is she going to wear her lucky yellow shirt again?” Bucky sneers, sitting on the couch as the two of them wait for you to leave your room. Both Sam and Bucky are dressed in their nightclub appropriate attire with the plan of attack for the evening already prepared. 

“Don’t worry, I got her something appropriate.”

“You went shopping?” Bucky snickers.

Sam rolls his eyes. “No, I asked Nat to borrow something.”

“I thought they didn’t know about her.”

“They don’t. Unless you told someone something?” Sam probes.

“I haven’t said a word.”

Sam stops for a moment, confusion appearing on his expression. “Now that I think about it, I don’t know what’s worse: that I had to ask Nat for a dress without telling her what for or the fact that she didn’t even question it.”

“It’s Nat, she probably knows,” Bucky reconciles.

“I don’t know,” Sam mutters. “Fury was pretty top-secret about this whole thing.”

“Speaking of, when are you going to introduce her? I don’t want the team to think we’re friends or anything.”

“The words you say hurt. They hurt, Bucky,” Sam remarks, clutching his chest.

Now Bucky's the one rolling his eyes to dismiss Sam. “Yeah, whatever, anytime soon?”

“I’m not sure. Soon, but not too soon.”

“That couldn’t have been more unhelpful.”

“I’m sorry, do you have a handbook on how to properly integrate a person who didn’t get to see the light of day for the entirety of her life?” Sam sarcastically asks. 

Bucky pauses for a moment, a little shocked at Sam’s slip up. That’s more information than he’s gotten out of either of you in the last two months. He wants more than anything to just outright ask, but he stops himself, not wanting to give Sam any more reason to think that he’s all that interested, so instead he says, “Steve and I did it well enough.”

“That’s not the same and you know it,” Sam points out, his tone becoming slightly more defensive.

“How is it not the same?”

“You both got a ‘before’, she doesn’t have that, no frame of reference, no family, no childhood, nothing.”

“You make it sound like Steve and I are lucky.”

“I’m not going to compare and contrast trauma. I’m just stating facts,” Sam shrugs. “Can you stop being so hostile and just admit that she’s wearing you down?”

“Wearing me down? Sam, honestly,” Bucky scoffs, side-eyeing Sam.

“Fine, don’t admit it, but I know there’s a reason you’re hard on her. You wouldn’t be if you didn’t care.”

“Let me get this straight, first you think that we’re ‘two sides of the same coin’, that I somehow became attached to her after one mission, and now you think that I’m hard on her because I care? Do you ever think that maybe, I don’t know, she bothers me?”

“Deny it then. Say it. Say that you don’t care.”

“I-” But he stops, the lie tasting foul in his mouth, his traitorous brain refusing to form the words.

“That’s what I thought,” Sam huffs triumphantly.

“Shut up. That doesn’t mean anything.”

“Sure it doesn’t,” Sam says, his voice dripping in sarcasm. 

“Sam,” you call from your room, interrupting their conversation. “Is the person you borrowed this dress from shorter than me or something?”

“No,” he calls, still eyeing Bucky. “Why?”

“It’s just a little shorter than I’m used to. That’s all.”

“How short?”

“Uh…short.”

“Nat’s not taller than her, right?” Sam whispers to Bucky. 

Bucky shrugs. “Don’t know.”

“Put your arms to your side," Sam instructs you. "Does it pass your fingertips?”

“Yes,” you respond.

“I’m sure it’s fine,” Sam replies.

“Alright!”

The two men stand as they hear your door open. Even with his enhanced hearing, Bucky doesn’t hear you as you make your way down the hall to the living room. But he is the first one that sees you as you round the corner. You’re wearing a simple little black dress paired with some flats. You’d spent quite some time watching tutorials online to fix your hair along with some simple makeup, and it was safe to say that you’d completely impressed both men.

“Wow,” Sam exclaims. “You look…”

“Gorgeous,” Bucky quietly finishes for him.

“What?” you ask, not quite hearing him.

Bucky clears his throat. “I said, you look fine.”

“Oh,” you slightly frown. “Thank you.”

“You are so rude,” Sam quietly scolds him.

“Can we just go?” Bucky groans.

“Yes!” you exclaim. “I’m very excited, I’ve never been in a nightclub before.”

“Do you need us to walk you through the plan again?” Sam asks.

“No,” you sigh, pulling on your jacket. “You got a tip about a bad guy wanting to buy something from another bad guy. We’re going to stop them. You’re going after bad guy 1 and James is going after bad guy 2, I’m the backup. As always.”

“You're not always the back up,” Sam corrects. “Besides, tonight should be an easy night."

"You know whenever you say that it never turns out to be an easy night," Bucky points out.

Sam continues, acting as if he hadn't heard Bucky, "And don’t drink anything anyone hands you, anything you didn’t see poured- you know what, just don’t drink anything at all.”

“And don’t drink anything,” you repeat, playfully rolling your eyes.

“Then let’s go.”

And then you all found yourself in your positions inside the nightclub, Bucky inside, Sam in the back, hoping to intercept the vials, and you at the edge of the dance floor- the backup that they didn't need. Sam was right, you weren't always the backup, but Bucky was always looking for ways to push you out of missions. You were never the first one in, you never went alone, in fact, he always made up some excuse about why you weren't allowed to do anything, even if it meant that he had to do way more work to compensate.

“They’re both here. It’s too late, deal’s probably done,” Sam announces over the comms. You sigh still standing awkwardly as the music thumped in the club, drunk people dancing all around you. 

“Shit,” Bucky hisses.

You turn around to leave when you catch a familiar face in the corner of your eye and do a double take, and lo and behold, the buyer was still at the club. You take a few steps closer to the section, squinting and craning your neck to make sure that it was the same man as the one in the pictures Sam showed you earlier. Even over the dark atmosphere and flashing lights, you're sure it's him. “Guys, bad guy #2- eh, the buyer he’s still here. What do I do?”

“Walk away,” Bucky orders.

“But if he's here, then that means the vials might still be here. I can stall him and you two can go and get the vials back.”

“And what about you?” Bucky snarls.

“I can take care of myself, James,” you insist.

“Get out of there. Right now,” Bucky seethes.

“Too late,” you quip, smiling at the man and padding over to the booth where he was sitting with quite a few other woman.

“Sam…” Bucky warns. 

“Bucky’s right. Get out of there.” But all their warnings go unanswered, until they hear a faint male voice in the background of your comms.

"Hi." They hear you greet the man.

“Damn it. Do you have eyes on her?” Bucky asks, frantically making his way over to where he'd left you. 

“No, you go find her. I’m going around the building, maybe we’ll catch a lucky break.”

When he finally gets a visual on you, it drives him absolutely insane. You’re leaning into the sleazy man, trying to laugh off just how uncomfortably forward he’s being. The glass shatters in Bucky’s hand when he sees the man lay his hand a little too high up on your thigh.

“Stop clenching your jaw, Bucky, you’ll break your teeth,” Sam chuckles, though they can’t see each other from their respective positions, Sam can picture the face Bucky’s making right now: his eyes narrowed, a deep scowl, the muscle in his jaw twitching, not to mention the fact that he heard the glass Bucky shattered in his hand. 

“Shut up, Sam,” Bucky grits, ignoring the way the people around him are staring at him.

“I got the briefcase, we should get out of here before they notice.”

The man’s grip on your thigh tightens as Sam speaks, “A SHIELD agent, right under my nose.”

You chuckle uncomfortably. “Me? SHIELD?”

“How many are here? There’s the man in the leather jacket that hasn’t taken his eyes off you, your boyfriend perhaps?” he whispers in your ear. 

“He’s noticed,” Bucky snarls, storming through the dance floor to get to you.

“Uh, I have to go,” you awkwardly state. 

The man’s hand wraps around your wrist, his vice-like grip tightening even more. “You’re not going anywhere.”

“Oh! Look over there,” you exclaim, pointing with your other hand in the other direction.

“Do you honestly think that would work?” the man sneers, flexing his grip around your wrist again. 

“Um…ow,” you enunciate, eyes flickering to the his grip on your wrist.

“Oh my God,” one of the other patrons in the booth exclaimed. “Fire! Fire!”

Bad Guy #2 finally looks over, releasing your wrist in shock. You’d meant it to be a small fire, nothing major, but apparently Sam was onto something when he told you to limit the use of your powers in public.

Because apparently those gaudy drapes behind the booth were very flammable.

You bolt the second the attention isn’t on you anymore, right into a furious Bucky. He glowers at you, but wastes no time in grabbing your other arm and dragging you out of the club. He holds on tightly as the fire alarms go off and the unruly crowds begin to scurry out of the club.

It isn’t until you’re out of the club, reunited with Sam that you wrench your arm out of Bucky’s grip. The three of you stand far enough away from the club that you’re no longer in sight, but close enough to watch the absolute chaos that you caused. “Can you stop treating me like I’m a baby? I can take care of myself. Sam, can you please tell him that I was fine?”

“Really?” Bucky scoffs, eyes wild with anger. You'd actually never seen Bucky like this- normally his anger was cold, distant. At it's worst, some snarky remarks and criticism, but he'd never had this emotional, fiery rage-filled look in his eye. “Because it looked like you were about 30 seconds about getting thrown into the back of that guy’s car, never to be seen again.”

“I had it under control,” you seethe, taking another step toward Bucky- this time refusing to back down and deescalate the situation. 

“Maybe if you weren’t too busy flirting with the guy, you’d have seen that you didn’t!”

“I wasn’t flirting, I was being nice! And we got the stupid vials, didn’t we?”

“What the hell are you trying to prove, huh?” he glowers. 

“I’m not trying to prove anything,” you fume.

“Didn’t seem like that to me! Seems like you’re so interested in playing the hero that you’re willing to recklessly endanger your own life.”

“I was doing what either one of you would have done,” you snap, finally fed up with the way Bucky had been treating you.

“Sam?” Bucky urges.

“Oh, are you two done?” Sam absently asks. “It’s not like we have a mission to finish or anything.”

“You really have nothing to say?” Bucky growls.

“Yes, I do actually: Pot meet kettle,” Sam remarks, gesturing between the two of you. 

“That’s not funny,” Bucky snarks.

“I’m not laughing. You two can fight it out all you want- tomorrow. But I’m tired and the stupid briefcase still needs to be dropped off.”

So the three of you get in the car, the tension palpable as you drive the drop-off location. 

“You two stay,” Sam orders as he steps out of the car. “And don’t kill each other.”

“I had it under control,” you murmur, staring out the window of the front passenger seat. “It was fine. And we got the vials back anyway.”

“At what cost?” Bucky grumbles, noting the way you're clutching your clearly injured wrist. “What cost are you willing to pay for one insignificant mission?”

“Why do you even care?” you quietly counter, still staring out the window.

“What?” Bucky asks, slightly dumbfounded.

“Why do you care so much?” you repeat. “I don't know what I did to make you hate me so much, but I do I know what you think of me, James. I’m not dumb, I know you don’t want me around. And as much as I don’t like that, I try to respect it.”

"I don't hate you."

"You certainly don't like me," you quietly chuckle.

"I'm just not a people person."

"I know. And that's why I try to give you your space, I'm not trying to force you to be my friend."

"You want to be my friend?"

You chortle, finally turning to look at Bucky who’s sitting in the backseat. “Of course I do. I like you, I trust you.”

“You do?” he asks lamely. It didn't make sense, he hadn't made a single attempt to be nice, even cordial to you and you still trusted him. You still wanted to be his friend- it didn't make sense to him. “But I’ve been asshole this entire time.”

“You have," you agree. "So why don't we start over... Friends?” 

“Friends,” he begrudgingly replies. “I guess.”

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Rainy Days (Eric Draven x male!Reader)

Wanings: Murder, slight graphic scenarios Word Count: 1.3k Request: Anon

Cold. That's what death felt. Laying in the dark, bleeding out from the wounds on your body. Loneliness crept up your spine and tied itself around your neck as the sharp droplets of rain water hit your dying corpse, in no gentle way washing away the streams of scarlet blood that spurred from your limbs. A broken and inaudible sob left your lips as life slowly drained from you, now you felt it from your head all the way to the tips of your toes.

This was the end for you.

Electric. That’s how the fire of rage and vengeance felt as they fueled your rotting corpse from the soil of the cemetery. And as was your death, your rebirth was welcomed with a hundred thousand droplets of breaking water that fell from the sky. This time it washed the dirt from your newly healed body. You felt every bit of your body now, hyper aware of every movement that you made, every cell in your body was awake.

This was the end for them.

You walked, for hours, and days. Pain didn’t bother you anymore. If anything it was only temporary, only lasting a few seconds before it vanished completely from your skin. So this is how you spent your days. Searching for the culprits of your death. For anyone who could help you identify them, a single clue, an address, a name. The only thing that had ever been present in your mind was the faces, the sick grins of sadistic pleasure as they threw punches and kicks, stripping you of any money or valuables on you before leaving you to die in an alley.  Nights were spent chasing low lives and beating their bodies until they told you what you needed.

It was one of these lone nights when you stumbled upon Eric. Or more so, he stumbled upon you, which is just a nicer way of saying his crow found you bleeding heavily from your abdomen in the back of an abandoned building and led him to where you were. “Who gutted you like a pig?” he spoke, a hint of sarcasm wove itself into his tone as he approached you from the shadows. “Leave me alone” you grunted, trying to lift yourself up but failing sorta miserably. He responded by closing the distance even more, grabbing your shoulder and letting you prop yourself up on him. “Yeah, whatever. I’m Eric”. Your eyes met his and you threw a small nod of acknowledgement as you let him lead the way to his apartment.

Eric let you crash his place to let you fully recover, taking notice of how the crow acted around you, so trusting, so carefree. “So, you got brought back too right? You’re Y/N L/N. You’re the guy that they found couple weeks back all beaten.” He spoke just as carefree, not really caring how blunt his words might come across. “Sure, and you’re that rock band dude, you got your ass thrown off a building.” You smirked. Familiarity floated around the room as Eric let out a small huff that could barely resemble a laugh, “Never..” he paused. “Never met anyone like me before. Strange in some ways.” Eric moved to a stool closer to you, sitting down and letting his long legs spread out in front of him. “It’s weird. It’s like I died but no one even remembers my face. Like I never even existed.” you sighed, realizing how lonely you had actually felt. “Yep, these damn nights don't make it any better. It’s a feeling you get used to as time goes by.” His agreement only sparked interest, comfortability. A sense of belonging. “I was so close. I had him cornered, but he got the best of me, knifed me before I could realize it.” Realization invited frustrations. Frustration that you were so close to revenge but yet so sloppy with it.

Another small crease formed on Eric’s face, his head dropping slightly and the long strands of dark midnight hair falling to cover him. “Just need some time. Get the hang of things ya know?”. You noticed the way he cupped his fist with his left hand, thumbs playing with each other as he looked back up to you. “I have some extra shirts. You should probably change from that one.” he suggested, standing up to leave the room you were in. In a few moments he came back with a plain black t-shirt, throwing it lightly towards you as he sat back down in his stool. “Thanks” You murmured. Slipping off the dirtied flimsy one you had and pulling Eric’s through your head, feeling the stare of his wandering eyes.

The cool night’s air felt so sharp, so brisk on your skin. He won't get away this time, he’s going to pay for how he let you die. In the rain, broken, beaten, bleeding like a fucking animal. Time’s up, it’s time to serve that bitter pay back. You were so caught up in your rabid fixation that you barely were able to register Eric’s yell. Key word: barely. Your senses snapped to your left, eyes focusing on the alley way that hid the struggling man. Three crooks, and suddenly letting this piece of garbage get away didn't feel like a loss, in fact, he slid easily from your fingers as you raced towards the very end of the alley. A single word ripped from your throat like a knife flying through the sky ready to impale the first thing that came in it’s way.

“Eric!”

You grabbed the first collar you could, grabbing a hold of their chin and fiercely turning it all the way back, only stopping when you heard that crisp snap of the neck, lifeless body falling from your arms with a thud. One down. You stopped the second guy before he could thrust a blade into Eric’s shoulder, switching your weight to throw him over your shoulder and into the hard concrete floor. With  watery eyes and a heave of breathlessness you plunged the same blade deep into his chest, eyes shooting wide and wild before freezing in the frame of time. Two down. Turning to the last man you raced to your feet, never losing your momentum and jumping straight to his shoulders, hanging off his back allowing Eric to end the miserable excuse of a man with one harsh, striking blow to the heart. Three down.

No words were needed, none uttered as you embraced his shoulders checking for any deep wounds as he did the same to you, both of you ignoring the simple fact that average cuts and blows simply had no effect on you. A deep, full body sigh left Eric’s lips s he brought you closer to him, holding you as your head rested on his chest and your arms around his waist fell. For once the night didn’t seem as dark. The rain wasn’t as harsh. The deep blue sky wasn’t sad and colorless anymore, it was shining with a million different stars, the clouds were dark and gloomy but vast and never ending. The sun didn’t need to shine for you to feel a new warmth spread through the nerves of your body. For the first time since you came back from the cruel clutches of death you finally felt something. It was big and full and beautiful, it filled you up and left you breathless all at the same time. Eric spoke into your ear, only letting you hear what he had to say because for the first time since his own death Eric didn’t need to yell into the night to express just what things were lurking in his soul, to feel like his words were being heard. They finally had some meaning again, even if they didn’t travel with the windy sunset. “Let’s go home.”

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Little scene post-What A Way To Make A Living.

This is just a little dialogue of William and Henry having a chat. Its sfw but takes place after the smut What A Way To Make A Living so has links to dirty stuff. Swearing though, as always and some English slang. Bit of mean spirited craic too. they/them pronouns used when referring to y/n.

Henry approached William who was sitting in his office, it’d only been two days since the bastard got back from Menorca but he was already getting up William’s skirt.

“What is it now, Henry? I’m trying to balance these expense accounts.” There was irritation to his tone, but truth be told he was glad of the distraction. These numbers were some of the most depressing shit he’d ever read.

“You really need to start being nicer to the employees, Will. They’re only doing their jobs.” Henry sighed, he’d come here after hearing another complaint against his co-owner.

“Here we go again. Get lost, you’re not my mam. You don’t get to tell me off for being mean to the other kids at school.” The sarcasm rolled easily from him, this wasn’t the first time they’d had this chat - far from it.

“Mean is precisely the right word. I heard from Paul that you were bollocking y/n in your office last week. Come on, they’ve not put a foot out of line since they started!” There was disbelief in Henry's voice. 

William couldn’t help but snicker, so it was a bollocking Paul had heard? His sniggering progressed to full on chuckling as he thought about that encounter. 

“It’s not funny.” Henry chastised. 

“Nah trust me on this one Henry, mate. This is fucking hilarious.”

His laughter dies down as he thinks for a moment, ignoring his co-worker’s head shaking in disapproval. 

“Seriously though, we should give them a raise. They’re carrying the whole floor staff at the moment.” 

“Y/n? I thought you didn't like them?” Henry’s eyes narrowed. “To quote you about a month ago: ‘all they do is bum off everyone and the whole lot of yous fawn over them” He mocked William with raised hands and a much heavier accent.

Will smirked, sometimes he could be fucking funny.

“Come on, Emily. I still think that. But if I’m being nice to everyone now, I might as well start rewarding the ones that work hard.” 

“Alright, fine. How much then?” He’d given up at this point.

“A fair bit, mate! Jesus.” Afton put on a condescending tone.

“Okay, if we’re giving out raises: Ishaan should get one too, he’s been doing all the-”

“Nah not him.” William cut him off. “He’s a right cunt. Rough as Hell too.”

Henry raised his hands in disbelief. 

“So, let me get this straight. You’re only giving raises based on the ones you find sexually attractive?” Henry had never been so done in his life.

“Bang on the money, Emily. Don’t know how you do it.” He replied sarcastically. “Actually, now that I think about it. Isn’t it about time you took a pay cut?” 

“Annnd go fuck yourself, Afton.” Henry left the room after he spoke, he’d made a bad decision hanging out this ponce at college. 

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Coffee Addictions (Jonathan Crane x Reader)

"Okay but if I'm meeting anyone then I vote to go with Harvey." You stated. "Why?" Edward asked quizzically. "What do you mean? Harvey is nice!" You gaped at Edward. "Well...nicer to me than most people." "Sure but you're in a relationship with Jonathan. Why wouldn't you go with us?" "Oh come on!" You whined. "You'll bully me with all the riddles you know I don't know and Harvey is so nice to me!" Jonathan's gaze turned towards you from his notes. "Am I not nice to you?" Jonathan stared you down blankly. That was a trap and you knew it immediately. As did the Riddler who immediately smirked. Two-Face and Penguin watched on waiting for the entertainment to unfold. "That's not what I said." You said quickly. "That's exactly what you said." Jonathan retorted slowly moving towards you. "You said you want to go with Harvey because he's nice to you as opposed to going with Edward and I." "I didn't mean it like that!" You said hurriedly with a meek smile. "Then what do you mean, Harvey is nice to you? That implies I am not as you get on so well with Edward." Jonathan's lips began to twitch upwards. Uh oh. Scarecrow was about to make himself known. He always seized such opportunities. "One could argue you're putting words in my mouth." You were prepared to dive out your seat as he got closer.  "One could argue I know you well enough to know what goes in your mind. So I'll ask again, (Y/N), am I not nice to you?" You looked to the rogues for assistance but no one seemed to be willing, watching what was about to unfold. You looked back to Jonathan and recognised the glassy eyes and grin immediately, looming over you. 

Scarecrow had completely taken over and you were certain he was team Jonathan all the way. You scrambled out of your seat and Scarecrow wasted no time grabbing you and pulling you into him. "Am I not nice?" He leaned in close to your face bending you back. "You're nice! You're nice! I was kidding! I was joking!" You let out a loud laugh as you felt Scarecrow begin to squeeze your sides. The problem was, you were ticklish and he had committed to memory every single spot. Scarecrow hummed in amusement before straightening with you in his arms. His grin fading as his eyes hardened. Jonathan was back with an unimpressed look but regardless returned the kiss you gave him to make it up to him. "I'm sorry. You're really nice to me. You're wonderful." You squeezed him to you, pressing another kiss to his cheek before releasing him so that he could walk by to his original spot. "I still want to go with Harvey though." You added. "So I now have Edward and Harvey to worry about taking my place." He sent the two rogues a harsh stare. "Oh, hush." You replied. 

When you and Harvey got in his car, you asked. "Can we go through a drive through and get a coffee? I had one earlier a few hours ago and I need a little pick me up." "Oh, sorry to keep you waiting." Two-Face's tone dripped in sarcasm. Yet regardless, he did take you to a drive through to get a coffee. You smiled at the coffee cup in your hands. "You look at it like it's Christmas." Two-Face rolled his eyes. "It's my favourite!" You pouted playfully before pausing for a moment. "That and this is my fourth coffee, I snuck two in Edward's but they think I only had one." You smiled before taking another sip. Harvey had stiffened and looked at the time. One thirty in the afternoon. "And now I have this one." You smiled wider at Harvey's expression. "You tricked me! Crane will have my head!" He exclaimed. "Okay, no, no, no, I'm taking this."  Harvey reached out and took the drink from your hands. You immediately reached for it back. "No! No! No! Give it back! I deserve it!" "You don't need any of this." Harvey shook his head. "Look at you right now." "Don't do this to me! Harvey! Two-Face! Give it back." "I'm throwing it out the window!" Two-Face said gruffly and you let out a screech of protest making his eyes widen as he watched you in horror. "We need to get you a psychiatrist that you don't sleep with." Two-Face said absolutely stunned. You seized the opportunity to pluck it back out of his hands. "Hold on! (Y/N)!" He warned warily. "(Y/N), I swear you better pace yourself!" Harvey warned lowly. "You scheming little- and you asked me! You asked me to pull in so you could get one! Is this really your fourth!?" You began to giggle at Harvey's horror. "You better keep your mouth shut about this one (Y/N). He will kill me!- I say let 'em try.- You don't tell him about this and I don't tell Jonathan about your two cups of coffee you had at Edward's." Harvey and Two-Face switched back and forth. Harvey insisted that you promise. Meanwhile Two-Face was adamant Jonathan couldn't do anything to hurt him. All of which come out a garbled hurried mess as both tried to talk before the other with only one mouth. All the while you grinned with victory. What Jonathan didn't know, couldn't hurt him.

[thesunandmoons-blog]

something.

here’s some imperium huxley for the amazing ppl who love him sm 🥺

tags : @gavinsdeviant @sealriously-sealrious @halo-arcane26 @aeruh 

cw/tw : imperium!huxley, insults, light banter, they aren’t friends rn lol

Word count : 790

Fandom : redacted asmr

Pair : imperium!huxley / freelancer

if you wanna read it on ao3!! 

It hadn’t been long that Freelancer had been attending the Imperium’s safeplace academy. Even with the short amount of time they’ve been there, they’ve tried to keep themself in the dark and out of everyone’s way, besides President Moore. Being Human-Borne didn’t allow them to stay in the dark to him, which in return made it difficult to keep on the down low. 

Even though they didn’t want or crave all of the attention that their classmates gave them, behind their back of course, it was still catching the attention of a certain Earth Elemental.

The one and only who greeted the Freelancer and the Incubus at the (unofficially labeled by Gavin and Freelancer) Gates of Hell, or Hell’s equivalent. 

Huxley. 

At that time it had been obvious that Huxley didn’t... favor Gavin. Huxley seemed pretty deterred to any demon or daemon in general, but didn’t hold as much dislike for the Freelancer. Sure, he didn’t really give a shit that they were Human-Borne, but he did like that they weren’t a d(a)emon!

It had been a pretty cloudy day, the Freelancer having taken a seat on a bench near one of the Human-Borne buildings, trying to get a paper typed and turned in on time for one of their classes. They could almost feel a small rumble in the ground, heavy footsteps approaching. Freelancer kept their eyes low, trying to sense who was approaching without taking their eyes off of the screen. 

The bench almost shifted a bit as the unknown figure took a hefty seat next to them, arm slung over the back of the metal bench. “What, not even gonna say hello? Damn, Freelancer, thought you’d be nicer than that after hearing all of the nice shit the President has to say about you.” Huxley scoffed, letting the words drip from his lips like venom. Even if they weren’t meant to be as harsh as they were, that’s exactly how they took it. 

The Freelancer wanted nothing more than some alone time- was that too much to ask? After everything they’ve been having to go through just to survive in this god forsaken place, they definitely deserved at least a little bit of time to themself. But along came Huxley to ruin all of the not fun they’d been having. 

“To whom do I owe the pleasure, Huxley? Do you need something? What did I do this time?” The venom dripped off of the Freelancer’s lips just as easily as it did Huxley’s, but theirs was much intended to be that way. With a soft sigh and slump of their shoulders, they turn their torso to give Huxley their full attention. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean for that to be rude. I’ve just got a lot on my plate right now- I’m sure you understand, being at the top of your class and all.”

He quirked a brow at them, head tilting back a bit. “Yeah, we all have it hard right now- midterms and shit. Not kicking my ass too bad though- since I’m at the top of my class, as you mentioned. Pretty easy for a guy like me, but not sure that’s too easy for someone like you, Freelancer.” With a roll of their eyes, they turned their attention back to the laptop seated on their thighs, shaking their head. “Okay, well, if you have anything encouraging or nice to say, let me know. I’m trying to write up this paper, and I’m really trying to keep my A average right now. You disrupting that isn’t helping, by the way.” The sarcasm was thick in their words, almost taking Huxley back. 

Huxley wasn’t ever the one on the recieving end of conversations like this. Usually he was the one dishing out the sarcastic remarks and condescending tone, but he was getting it back ten-fold from some Human-Borne. Tch, not on his fucking watch. 

Before he could get any last words to leave his lips, Freelancer shut their laptop with a gentle click, shoving it back into their bookbag and standing to their feet. “Well, thanks for the wonderful company, Huxley, but I’ve gotta run to class. Maybe there I’ll manage to finish my paper without interruptions.” Again, this was new for him. He never- and I mean NEVER- on this end of the conversation. He was speechless.

And they just sauntered off like it was nothing, the bag strap slung over their shoulder. 

They intrigued him. Now that they’d been stuck in the Imperium, they were finally learning to carve some kind of a backbone for themself, and Huxley was kind of impressed by it. Freelancer wasn’t some poor, lost soul who couldn’t truly stand up for themself anymore.

They were finally becoming something.