#if i think about 2.0 for too long i get chest pains

[bakedbananners]

I don’t really care about “defining” Murderbot and ART’s relationship I think they’re both uniquely insane human-adjacent but Not Quite sentiences that defy total human comprehension. Murderbot is the only way ART can contextualize human experience. ART is how Murderbot allows itself to be vulnerable because it literally doesn't let it be alone in its brain where it can generate 5 trillion faulty risk assessments per second. ART gaslights Murderbot into thinking it died and then shoots missiles at the colony when it gets kidnapped. They made a kamikaze AI baby together.

[divinehedons]

i won't hurt you.

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word count: ~1.9k words

summary: you meet joel in the aftermath of a terrible accident. reeling from the aftermath of the event, there is a looming shadow that complicates your relationship with the southern man you just somehow happened to meet 

warnings: explicit (but not graphic) content–MINORS DO NOT INTERACT! relatively dark(?)-ish joel miller, allusions to smut (not heavily detailed), graphic depictions of injury, some scenes include hospitalization (not in graphic detail), dubious consent, joel miller radiates mansplain / manipulate / malewife energy, men are trash in general wbk

note: oh. my. god. it has been far too long and i’m so so very sorry for just now coming back! i’ve hit a terrible writer’s block alongside very bad mental health and i’m just now recovering :’D thank you so so so much for 800 followers, it’s going to take a while for me to respond to everyone but i’ll be going through them! i love you very very dearly, mwah!

note 2.0: pls pls lower your expectations, 🫣 i am trying to get back into the groove of things!

You remember the screech of tires on frozen asphalt. A flash of headlights. Spinning, spinning, spinning. Your body ignited in pain. Then… darkness.

Darkness that seemed to spread before you for an eternity. Untethered and stuck in limbo, perhaps in another universe, you would call it the most peaceful slumber of your life. The misfortune comes when you wake. Lightning strikes shake you awake from the darkness of your subconsciousness. Electricity trembling in your chest as it shoots through your beaten frame. A light peers through your closed eyes. Brighter, and brighter… bigger and bigger. A ringing in your ears that almost deafens you.

The world shifts around you, and you wake paralyzed, staring at the ceiling in the warm sun that falls on your body lying there. Everything hurts. There is a humming in your head that you cannot seem to shake out of.

The solitude lasts for a beat. Then another. That’s when you see him.

A sleepless, roughened man looking at you with his warm eyes. Through the bleary vision of your own gaze, a shaky breath escapes him. His crinkled eyes looking over your features with a swift once over.

“Oh, Christ, you’re awake.”

And that’s how you met Joel.

–

In the week that followed your complicated recovery, Joel tells you he saw the crash. Tells you the asshole who ran you over was nowhere to be seen. He says most of it with his eyes averted. Yet you hold your gaze.

You will not be weakened by the shame of your misery.

It is two days later when you confess to him; your throat still rasping as the pain in your head boils and toils beneath your skull. You look at him when he arrives, paint-stained shirt providing evidence of a messy day of working. “I don’t want to think about what happened to me anymore, Joel.”

Your tongue grabs at words the way young children do with sticky fruit in the summer. As if language has become foreign to you.

Joel, keys in hand, meets your gaze with a furrowed brow. “Sure, sugar. Whatever you need.”

Maybe your eyes were tricking you, but you could’ve sworn you saw his shoulders relax from some kind of tension leaving his body.

–

Joel doesn’t know what he had gotten himself into. What he does know is that for some reason, he couldn’t bear the idea of staying away from you. You tell him fragments of what little you remember, your concussed consciousness blindly clawing at every last bit of beaten brain matter for some kind of answer. 

You sometimes cry from the effort it takes you to think, but he’s there. The first few times, he held your hand. As the hours bled into days, he held you as you wet his shirt with warm tears. Sometimes, when the nightmares reach him in his own bed a few miles out from the hospital, it feels like you’re bleeding into him.

From the moment he saw you, he had been marked. And no matter how many times he scratched at his own skin, he could never wash away the blood on his hands.

–

He’s the one to take you home to your quiet little apartment, having grown dust in your absence. You apologize, he waves you off. He watches you as you peer out of the window, comprehending a view that had once been so mundane, transformed into some shred of a miracle for you to still be there, witnessing it all. He’s behind you, ten feet away, tilting his head as your hair catches what little sunlight blessed you the day you left the hospital.

He says your name, and you look back at him with a curious smile. “My God,” he followed. “You look just like starlight.” He steps forward, and that’s when you know everything had fallen into place. Without another moment lapsing, he takes your face into his hands, pulling you into a searing kiss.

You apologize so many times. For the hospital smell on your skin. For your trembling knees. For the dizzying sensation of human contact without the involvement of medical processes. For feeling so unclean.

Meanwhile, he apologizes, too. For kissing you. For pulling you to him. For holding you. For carrying you to the forlorn couch grown cold from the absence of human warmth. So many times that there are times that you don’t know what is there to apologize for. You shake your head each and every time.

The tears roll down your cheek just as he pulls away and his eyes immediately soften. You shake your head, pulling him into another kiss as you whine.

There are many things you want to tell him. But you don’t dare tell him this: Sometimes being offered tenderness feels like the very proof that you have been ruined.

“Tell me to stop, honey, and I will,” he murmurs, holding your cheek as you pause between touches. You shake your head immediately. You want many things. You are hungry and untamed. But you do not want him to stop.

You tell him as much. “Joel, don’t you dare stop.”

And he doesn’t. Not when you’re naked and he sees your bruised skin, purple and yellowed in places. He looks to you just as your body tenses. His demeanor softens, kissing along your jaw and your neck with a shaky breath.

“I won’t hurt ya, darlin’.”

He keeps to that promise. Even when your legs are around his waist and he’s caught in your warmth. He says it again and again as you whine into the cool, quiet solitude of your home.

I won’t hurt you, I won’t hurt you.

–

Falling in love with Joel was both so complicated and so simple at once. Whenever you wake beside him, you wake up writhing from the pain of your injuries; sometimes crying from the nightmares that followed every waking moment. You felt marred by shame for putting so much of your perceived burden on his shoulders. He never departs from your side, his strong arms placating you while his lips press against your temple.

It’s all so simple, the way he cares about you. And whether or not you admitted it, you like the feeling of being cared for. Of having someone that cares.

Regardless, you cannot escape the fact that someone did this to you. And whenever the pain shocks your body, everything but rabid rage escapes your body. You curse the stranger, whoever they may be, for that cursed night.

Joel sees glimpses of this. He saw it most that one afternoon when the hospital called, saying you had been taken care of. By who, they didn’t say. Only that the stranger apologized for what happened.

You were on the floor, hands trembling in the fists you held them in. The hospital bill crumpled a few inches away. You do not see him. What you see is all red.

A wail escapes your trembling mouth just as your hands claw at anything they can touch. It is an uncontrollable surge of blinding, mouth-foaming, unbridled rage. He’s there, trying to hold you down before you hurt yourself. Each wail pierces another hole into his aching heart. Each struggle followed by his gentle shushing, trying to assuage you in the crest of your emotion.

“Whoever it was,” you told him then as you sobbed. “They ruined my life.”

“Darlin, darlin’...” He breathes in, cupping your face. “Maybe he’s around and he regrets-”

“No!” You claw at him, just as he holds you tighter against his chest. “If he could find me, then he could say it to my face. He wouldn’t be some coward who left me alone like this after he ruined my life!”

It destroys him. And you can see it in his face. All he can do is hold you as you cry against his chest. All he can do is shut his eyes, letting the waves of grief crest over and over your frame. Letting your sobs tear him open and burn him out.

He tells you nothing lasts forever. That he’ll be there for as close to forever as possible. You shake your head because you know better. He says nothing lasts forever. He doesn’t know he’s just afraid your pain can last longer than he is capable of loving you.

–

Perhaps, to the end of his days, Joel will regret that drunken night. He’ll regret following his bleary gaze through the quiet, sleet-slick roads. He’ll regret the fact that he couldn’t have stopped his truck sooner.

When he steps out into the cold just as he smells the acrid scent of burning tires, he sees your bloodied face in your car. So small. So undeserving. He muttered a string of cusses. The sudden shock of adrenaline washing away the last of his drunkenness. He looks back at his truck, horrifically beaten, his gaze doubling from his last bout of drunkenness.

He bargains that night. Calls up someone high up amongst the police rank to bail him out. He negotiated for ten minutes. Then he hides the truck somewhere off the side of the road for him to come back to and dispose of. And then, only then, did he call for help.

Only then did he reach you in the driver’s seat, blood now caked to your skin as he lay you out amongst the concrete.

You make some sound, and he cusses to himself.

His rough palms cup your cheek, trying to get you to look at him then. But you were too far gone.

He spoke, anyway. Just in case you’ll hear it.

“It’s alright, doll. I won’t hurt you.”

Even now, weeks after he stole your life from you, he holds you and tells you the same thing anyway. The same set of words that manage to calm you down.

He does love you. And it breaks him every day to know he was the one to endanger you.

I won’t hurt you, I won’t hurt you.

[cheeserobin]

Suren Darga deserved better 2.0

clarification: this post is resubmitted because I had already touched this same topic in Spanish, everything is original.

WARNING: English is not my first language, I am sorry for any spelling mistakes that may appear below.

Any DC fan or Damian fan knows the joke about DC forgetting their friends, which is sadly funny. Luckily that's what we ( the fandom ) are here for, to not let characters with potential be forgotten thanks to evil editors.

Now what happened to Suren Darga?. I'm not kidding when I say that the kid seems to have been left in a giant void for everyone after his last appearance, because his wiki the only thing it says about him is this:

"Suren Darga is the son of Den Darga and the prince of the Lu'un Darga."

And I'm not exaggerating

And they also put him as “Supervillain”, ok.

Suren was forgotten and I have a feeling that wasn't the idea mainly, not only because he has a whole interesting past that should have been seen but also his team, trio or whatever he may have had with Maya and Damian looked so…real. They were going to be even if it was allies and great friends.

Plus after his end of the world disaster, showing his very fucked up daddy issues and receiving possibly the most painful punch in the face of his life.

He was to have a long, but sincere arc of redemption.

And let's not forget that Suren at the time helped Damian's development as much as Damian helped Suren's development. He and Maya changed for the better thanks to the fifth Robin in that same comic.

Maya was going to follow her father's path of blood, having Damian as her first victim as revenge. Luckily for both of them, Damian proved that he changed and that she could do it too, preventing her from getting her hands dirty like her father and becoming his older sister.

And I think Suren goes one step further. Maya herself says: “Man, you guys have so much in common”.

Suren was going to do the end of the world to give honor to his family, but also for the infinite and pure love of a child that he had for his father, but Robin knowing that feeling of hunger for affection and family understanding stopped him making him see that there are simply shitty parents who do more harm than good. That he knew what that was like and that he should let go of that toxic environment before he became something worse. They were so alike that Robin just couldn't leave him alone.

In short, I apply the “AMIGA DATE CUENTA” (FRIEND BE AWARE).

And I think for Damian's development it felt good for him to help these characters who were in a dark place like he once was to realize that he really became a better person who wanted to help others unconditionally. that that R of redemption in his chest was for something and worth his effort.

But this does not end happily for Suren. We never knew if he really moved away from the shadow of his family and to forge his own story or if he is still in contact with his only friends until now and if we go further, is he still alive? The worst part of this is that the writers/publishers would have no excuse to leave him behind saying “He's not an interesting character” since his origin story, coming back from the dead which could have caused him another trauma and conflict and his VERY GENIUS connection with magic do make him interesting, VERY interesting.

But DC doesn't agree with that, so the last we have of this kid is this panel of him smiling going on a new adventure, an adventure we never saw come to light.

“It NEVER ends” how funny.

[blackbird-brewster]

CM Unpopular Opinions

Just a couple of weeks out from the new season, the new trailer just dropped, and people are getting hyped. For last season, I made a CME predictions post (which mostly came to pass, bc this show is so predictable) -- but this season, I'm going to post some unpopular opinions going into S17. Don't like, don't read.

WILL. Since we know Will won't be in this season, there have been speculations that JJ/Will will be getting a divorce, or that Will is going to die. I do NOT want Will to die. I hate that guy, I've never liked his character, but you know who I do love? JJ. She has already been through SO much, I do NOT want Hotch 2.0 in S17. I don't want Will to die, because that would be like ripping half of JJ's soul out of her chest and she deserves better. What I actually think will happen -- is just that Will is going back to being an off-screen partner like he was for most of the series.

JEMILY. I've already written my thoughts on Paget's Jemily hints on social media and why I think that's simply queerbaiting. There's no way Jemily is going to be canon, and I am HAPPY about that. I don't want Jemily to be canon!! Look at how this show treats canon relationships!! How many female romantic interests have been tortured and killed???? Why would I ever want Jemily in that crossfire? Also, as a fanfic author who has been writing Jemily for the past decade -- I don't want them to become canon, because that will squander so much creative potential. Fic authors fill in the gaps and subtext of canon, that's our job, when a relationship becomes canon it really loses it's appeal. That being said, I would love to actually see Emily and JJ interacting again. S16 really ignored their decade-long friendship altogether. Shit, I would love to just see them in the same fricking scene again.

REBECCA. All I want is for Rebecca to survive this season. As mentioned above, the way this show treats romantic interests of main characters is HORRIBLE. I'm forever furious with how the show handled Tara/Rebecca's relationship last season. I know fans hated Rebecca for getting pissed at Tara, but I still don't agree. What I do hate is how as soon as Tara's queerness served it's plot point (getting the inmate to admit he's gay too) -- the show nuked Tara's relationship altogether. I seriously love Rebecca, I think she adds a lot to the show. And since we already know Rebecca is in S17, I would LOVE to see Tara/Rebecca sit down and actually talk through their issues (like real adults!). I would LOVE for them to get the happy ending they deserve.

GARCIA'S ROMANCE. For real, I do not care about any of this love triangle bullshit with Garcia between Tyler and Luke or whatever tf is happening. I seriously hated what they did to Garcia's character in S16, it felt like they completely erased the prior 15 years from her character and replaced it with the most basic hetnormative romance plot. I don't ship Garvez (nor her and Tyler), so I don't really care about that side of things. But I would LOVE to get our Garcia back. I miss her so much.

RETURNING CHARACTER RUMORS. If one of the past cast members comes back in S17 I do not want it to be MGG. CME already focused an entire season on Rossi's man-pain (literally the only reason they killed Krystal was for him to be angry 🙃). I do NOT want another season of white-male centric plot lines (even though that's clearly what's gonna happen with Voight) If anyone actually comes back to guest, I want it to either be Matt or Derek. Alternatively, I do have a crack theory that the unsub/Gold Star is actually Elle Greenaway. A trained government assassin, she became a vigilante after leaving the BAU and she's been operating for all these years without detection. Now THAT would be a good twist.

Listen, overall, I'm not looking forward to another season of Evolution. I think they're trying way too hard to turn CM into some edgy, gritty, Norwegian-type crime drama and in doing so, they've ruined some of my favourite characters irrevocably. I don't have high hopes for S17.

[devilherself666]

Oh, sparks~ denki x Freader!

WARNINGS: Fluff! SMUT! MDNI!!

Word count: 4,665

A/n: I’m also sorry about not writing on the other stories, just having a hard time right now😪 Also request are open! 😳

You were a third year in UA, you were well known for your beautiful looks, but mostly your body. Most of the boys was pervs anymore and you hated that. You had a quirk like no other, it wasn't a love quirk what most people thought it was, you thought it was funny for them to think something so stupid. Your quirk is transformation, you can transform into any animal as long as you know the basic of the animal, like Momo with her quirk. Yours is just with animals, reason Momo is your best friend. She knows everything about you despite that, she isn't what people thing around you. She actually is fun to be around, and she isn't strict. She laughs like everyone else, and it makes you made when people tell her to loosen up.

You huffed as you sat in Momos room as she looks at you confused. "Y/n?" She asked you and you rolled your eyes annoyed at the world right now. "What is wrong?" She asked again more worried. You said nothing, you just kept looking at your phone in a glare, and Momo looked over your shoulder and sighed. "Y/n.." She sighed as she felt the anger, but also the pain coming from your face. The phone showed a picture of Jiro and Denki hugged while both blushing like mad people, you had love Denki as long as you could remember, but you were too much like Bakugo as the class said. Reason the called you Bakugo 2.0 and you hated it. "Don't be sorry, it is my fault for waiting this long... now it is too late." You sighed out as you just wanted to cry, but your pride wouldn't let you. That made you hate yourself even more. Stupid pride, stupid feelings, stupid tears, stupid y/n. You hated the fact you get angry so easily. you hated that your damn pride was the reason that isn't you and Denki in the picture.

You get up and looked at Momo. "I am going to my room, let the others know not to bug me." You huffed as you walked out her room, she knew better than to take your outburst personally. She didn't either, but she did feel bad for you, she knew how much you liked or loved Denki, you talked about him all the time, she can recall the other day. "Denki made me laugh so hard, my face hurt for a solid two hours!" You spoke to her. She laughed at the memory and then her heart shank. She also knows you are hating yourself right now and she can't stand it. If she tried to help you, you would just get mad. You never asked for help, you never cried. She was worried.

You rolled your eyes walking down the hall to your dorm room. You saw Denki leaving Jiro's room. You growled to yourself as you kept your head down. Were all those days nothing to him? All the laughs he caused mean nothing to him. You felt the feeling in your chest and wanted to yell. You never laughed at all, and he made you laugh that meant everything to you, you hated how he just moved on like it meant nothing or maybe... He didn't even have to move on because he didn't like you. That feeling getting stronger and stronger. You growled louder. "Oh hey! What's up sparky!" Denki spoke with a smile, and you wanted to smack him, you wanted to punch him for making you feel this way, but you just ignored him. "Sparky?" He asked confused as you ignored him once more as you walked into your dorm room slamming the door shut.

Denki was confused. Why was you mad at him? He didn't do anything wrong, right? He thought back and couldn't think of anything. He shrugged. "Maybe it is just one of those days for her." He smiled nodding sure that was it. You screamed into your pillow in anger as you felt your quirk about to lose control so you calmed down, because any animal with hunting instincts Jiro would be in serious danger. The feeling got stronger and stronger the more you thought about it. You hated that. You grunted as you laid your head on the bed.

For the next three weeks, you ignored everyone including Momo, you never ate anything, you only trained, you had barley slept, and you never talked calmly, you had turned into Bakugo. You didn't care, it got rid of that feeling. You were too hungry to think about it, and too tired to feel the pain it brought. Momo did try to talk to you, but you brushed her off knowing she would force you to sleep and eat and you didn't want too. You hated that feeling and you didn't even know what it was! That pissed you off more.

Momo sighed as she looked over at you, she could tell you had not slept or ate in weeks, you had lost weight and the bags under your eyes, you were causing other problems too your body to avoid that pain, she knew you better. It wasn't hard to tell you wasn't okay, but everyone else thought it was normal to be rude, but she knew better, the same way Kirishima knew when Bakugo was not okay. She knew you like the back of her hand. She sighed out, she walked to your desk. "Y/n." She whispered, but you ignored her, as much as it hurt you, the feel that you felt over the last three weeks was worse. "Y/n... Please." She whispered once more. "JUST LEAVE ME ALONE I DO NOT WANT YOUR HELP!?" You yelled, and her eyes widened, you never yelled at her. You were really hurting; you really weren't okay. The class was about to yell at you for being so mean, but before they could. Momo hugged you tightly. You felt the warmth of your best friend and it broke your pride, missing her talks the last three weeks, missing the feeling of food in your mouth, and sleep being your best friend... You missed it all. You broke down crying, and everyone shocked.

"Sparks!" Denki ran to you, he never once saw you cry, you were always so strong, that is why he loved you for all those years but figured you didn't love him, so he is finally trying to move on. Momo glared at Denki, and everyone gasped, Momo was the sweetest person, but when someone hurts you, she turns into a straight bitch, she learned that from you over the years. "Leave her alone, Denki you have done enough." She huffed out. Denki whinnied. "But I don't even know what I did!" He looked at Momo and she calmed down remembering Denki didn't know about your feelings for him. "Momo... Food please." You whispered in her ear, and she nod as she picked you up and looked at Aizawa. "I am going to take her to get food sir." She spoke and he nodded understanding you needed it. Denki watched them leave and he was so confused, and Jiro came up and hugged him. "She will be okay." She smiled knowing Denki still loved you, she tried to be a good girlfriend but no matter how good she was, she was never you and never would be. She saw Denki's face in pain knowing your pain was his fault. Jiro sighed as she looked at Denki. "Denki, I think we should break up." She sighed out and Denki came out of his shocked state and looked at her. "Wait what?" He asked. Jiro sighed. "You still love her." She sighed and He sighed as he looked at his feet. "I don't want to..." He sighed out and Jiro hugged him understanding. "We don't get to choose who we love; I will be okay. You will always be my best friend." She smiled and Denki nodded. She went back to her seat to pack her things; class was about to be over. She didn't want to cry, honestly, she was okay. She had figured out something more about herself while she was with Denki, and it made her happy. She didn't only break up with Denki because he was in love with you, she broke up with him because she thinks she is in love with your best friend. Denki never even kissed her, only hugged her. She understood why. He was saving all of that for you. His first kiss, his first love, his fist time. Everything was yours for the taking, so why wasn't you taking it?

Momo got you some food, as she carried you to your dorm as you ate your sandwich, you really loved her, she was always there even with your shit of a personality. She opens your door; she walks in and kicks the door shut with her foot. She sits you on the bed, she sits on the bed with you. "Y/n... What is wrong?" She asked. You sighed as you looked anywhere but at her, there it is. Your damn pride. You huffed as you looked at her determined to tell her. "I-" You tried to speak but nothing came out and you growled at yourself. "Calm down y/n. You don't have to tell me." She spoke softly. You growled and rolled your eyes. "But I want to! I want to know what this feel is!" You grunted out and Momo looked at you, not in shock but in happiness you wanted to tell her your feelings. "Okay, then tell me. Take your time." She smiled. You looked at her and huffed in and blew the breath out. "It feels like I am under an Advil and my heart went down to my feet just to live another day, it feels like my whole body is in pain but really it is only my chest that hurts the worst." You sighed out and Momo eyes went wide as she hugged you tightly. "Oh Y/n..." She sighed as small tears left her eyes. "Momo?" You asked confused. "Why are you crying?" You continued. "Y/n... That is heart break." She cried in your shoulder and your eyes went wide... This feeling was heart break. You hated it. You sighed as you didn't want to cry any more than you already had.

You and Momo hugged a little as the hugged got cut short by a knock on the door. Momo looked at you and you looked at her both shocked, no one knocks on your door. No one even talked to you beside Denki and Momo. Momo went to open the door and there stood Mina. You were in pure shock. What the hell? You thought. "I wanted to say sorry... I haven't been the best classmate... I didn't talk to y/n because honestly she was a little scary...but Denki showed me a different side of her I had never seen, I shouldn't have judged you before getting to really know you." Mina spoke and Momo mouth was wide open at Mina confession, did she want to get her ass whooped? Momo thought, you huffed as you looked at the door. "Whatever, I don't care." You spoke with no emotion and Momo yet again shocked; did you want to be friends with Mina? Mina looked up and you. "Yay! So will you come to game night to make up for all the wasted time?" She asked you. You thought about it for a minute. You looked at Momo and she shrugged. You sighed. "Whatever." You huffed about and Mina smiled. "You really are like Bakugo! He said the same thing!" She cheered and walked away happy.

You didn't even know Bakugo that well and yet everything said you was just like him; maybe you can get to know him tonight? You looked at Momo as she looked at you. "You really want to go tight?" She asked and you shrugged. "Eh, better than feeling like this in the room, plus I have seen enough of this room to last me a lifetime." You chuckled out and Momo laughed. "Want to stay with me?" She asked and you nodded, thanking her for the save.

After you and Momo just decide to go in your Pjs, you knocked on Mina's door. Sero answered the door and saw you and his face in fear. Slamming the door in your face. You sighed out. "Should have known I guess." You were about to look at Momo, but the door reopened. "Come on Sparky!" He smiled, you knew that voice, you could never forget the way it makes your knees weak. You looked up and nodded at him, not saying a word. Momo sighing knowing it take you awhile... Her thoughts stopped when she saw what you saw. Jiro. In. the. same. room. Momo was just about to grab your arm and pull you out, but Mina pulled you over to her. "Y/n! Happy you made it!" Mina smiled at you, and you nodded keeping quiet, the anger you had in you. Was this all a set up? To make fun of your outburst in class? You questioned. The bottle in the middle made you question more as you looked at Mina. "Oh right! We are playing Spin the bottle!" She smiled. "Childish." Both you and Bakugo mumbled, you two looked at each other. Momo was in shock, she never really paid much attention to it, but they were right you two are very alike. You two glared at each other and huffed looking away. Mina chuckled. "Denki never..." Mina was about to say before Denki jumped in. "I'll play!" He yelled and Mina looked shocked, and she smirked as she quickly understood. You didn't like that one bit. He sat by Jiro and that made your blood boil. Momo saw it and sighed. She hopes this wasn't a prank, because what ever happened to them if it was. She would turn the other way. You sighed. "Okay! Y/n all you got to do." She was about to say but you stepped in. "I know what to do... I don't live under a rock. Spin and whoever it lands on, you kiss them." You huffed and Mina nodded not wanting to make you mad.

You sighed as you reach for the bottle and spun it. It spins made you question everything, maybe you shouldn't have come. The bottle stops as you look up and saw who it landed on, and your heart dropped. Denki... of course. You looked at Jiro, but she just smiled widely. Was she happy about this? Wasn't Denki her boyfriend? You questioned everything as Momo elbowed you knocking you back into reality. You looked at her and she nodded and smiled. Jiro watched this in confusion. You sighed... You walked up to Denki searching for any kind of reject but then again you wouldn't know what that looked like. Before you could even think twice about anything, Denki grabbed your face and Kissed you Deeply as he has been wanting for this and he has, for three years. He has been waiting for you to be his first everything. Finally, he could have you. You kissed him back as if your life depended on it and at this moment it did. He couldn't help himself, the feeling of you finally on his lips, he groaned. You pulled away in shock. Did you hurt him? You wondered but he looks more upset at the fact that you pulled away. You blushed. He watched this and smiled, maybe you did like him.

Everyone got a turn, but now it was Momo turn as she was worried. Only you knew her secret, she was Lesbian. She gulped as she spent the bottle, and she gasped wide eyes as the bottle landed on the girl you hate right now. You smiled at her and nodded fast, and she looked at you confused. You looked at Jiro and nodded. Momo then understood. You were giving her the green light. Momo walked over to Jiro as she sat down in front of her. She pulled Jiro in as she crashed her lips on Jiro and You smiled widely. Everyone looked at you. "What? I can smile too marrons." You huffed and Bakugo smirked at you. He liked you; you did remind him of him, but two Bakugos hanging out? This world was in for it. He liked that thought. After Momo, and Jiro Kiss. Mina had an idea everyone, but Denki hated. Seven minutes in heaven. Denki was excited but what he didn't know was Mina was planning on helping him more than she planned too. "Okay! Here are the rules! You pull a name out of the hat! and whoever you get you go in the closet for seven minutes!" She smiled and everyone nodded, you and Bakugo rolled your eyes.

Mina walks over to Denki and whispers something only he could hear. "Grabbed the paper taped on the side of the hat, don't look in it or they will know. Trust me." She smiled and Denki shrugged making it look like she whispered a question he didn't know. She put the hat in front of him and smiled as him as he grabbed the paper she said too. "Y-y/n." He stuttered out and you head shot up from your phone and looked at Denki and looked away, blushing. Seven minutes in a closet with him? you had this right? You got up and Denki followed suit as you both headed to the closet. Mina smiled. She shut the door and locked it and didn't say anything else, that is wired. You looked around, it was dark, and you couldn't see anything. "Denki?" You asked feeling around for him. "Sparks?" He asked as he took your hand and blushed glad it was dark. You tried to focus your eyes on him, you saw his bright yellow eyes and hair, but everything hidden behind the darkness. "Sparks." He whispered, sending chills down your spine.

You blushed and shivered, trying to steady your breathing. "Yeah?" You asked and you could feel his breathe on your neck and jumped slightly as you felt his lips on you. You shivered at his touch. "Denki, it isn't safe. We only have seven minutes in here." You whispered. His breathe hitched. "So, you want me?" He asked and somehow you could hear the smirk, blushing red you was going to nod, but due to the darkness he couldn't see you. "Yes." You spoke, and he bagged on the door. "MINA! OPEN THE DOOR! MISSION DONE!" He yelled, What the hell? Mina opened the door and Denki picked you up and ran out the room with you, running you too his dorm not wanting to wait any longer, the boy wanted years to have you, and you just consent to him. He wasn't going to wait anymore. Momo shocked and happy for you and she giggled. Jiro looked at her. "She likes him, doesn't she?" Jiro asked and Momo laughed. "Oh no way passed that, a long time ago." She spoke and Jiro looked shocked. "That is why she hated me..." Jiro said and Momo nodded. Denki pushed open his door and slammed it shut with his foot once he was in the room with you in his arms, he lightly put you on the bed, as he locked the door. He walked back to you as he took off his shirt and threw it on the floor. You were a blushing mess, seeing Denki shirtless over top of your body was a new sight you could get used to. He looked down at you with lust and something else you couldn't see, but Momo said that feeling or look was love? You questioned yourself as you looked at him, he leaned down as he kissed you again, that feeling in your chest lifted away as a new one was there. One you liked, you kissed him back, his hands roaming your body, sending shivers down your spine. You moaned into the kiss and Denki pulled away, making you cover your mouth. He pulled your hand away. "No, please I want to hear you. please." He begged you. You looked at him and nodded, not trusting your own words. He smiled down at you. "Y/n." He groaned as he felt all over your clothed body, his mouth went to your neck, kissing it all over. Trying to find that one spot, once you moaned, he knew he found it. He sucked on that part of your neck, biting it softly abusing it as you continued to moan. He loved your voice; it was heaven to his ears. "Please, sparky." He groaned out and you grabbed his hair lightly pulling, whimpering. He pulled on your shirt, and you sat up, taking it off. Throwing it on the ground. He looked at you. Admiring what a beautiful girl that was in front of him. He ran his hands down your bare chest, because you didn't have a bra on. He loved that. He kisses your neck once more, moving down to your chest, stopping at your breast as he began to suck on the left one and pinched the right one. Moans coming out of your mouth. "Denk-ki~" Your back arching. He loved the way you moaned his name, he loved the way your body wanted him, as much as you did. He wanted you, but he wanted to taste you more. Waiting this long. He wanted to take his time with you.

He let off your nipple with a pop sound as you whimpered in pleasure and pain. He looked at your face, it was so beautiful being flustered like it was to him. He kissed down your torso as he got to your waist, he pulled on your pants and looked up at you, you nodded at him. He took them off, to see you not wearing any underwear. He licked his lips. He kissed the inside of your thighs, the smell of your core was immediately in his sense of smell, and he loved every second of it. You moan as his lips touch a sensitive spot on your thigh, he grins as he leaves a mark be sucking on it, making you moan loader and squirm around. He smirked at the control he had on your body. He kissed higher up, proud of the purple mark left. He could feel your wetness a few inches away from the real thing. "All of this, for me?" He asked as he finally touched your pussy with his finger. You moaned as you through your head back at the new feeling. "All for you." your pride wasn't a thing anymore and you like that. You loved it actually. He slowly pushed one finger in you as he slowly moved it in and out groaning. "So tight." He grunted as you were a moaning mess already over one finger. He didn't care though, he was glad he was doing good, glad he was making you feel good. He reached his head between your thighs as his touch slowly washed over your clit as he moved his finger in and out of you, you moaned loader than before, he smirked. He continued to suck on your clit moving his tonged around on it as he slowly added another finger in you. Your breathing was now rived and no chance of slowing it down as you let out another moan. He felt you tighten around his fingers and felt you pulsing, as he did a scissoring motion with his fingers. You on the other hand had no idea what this feeling was, a knot forming in your stomach, one last flick to your clit and one last thrust with his fingers, the knot snapped sending your body to go numb for a second as you moaned louder than any other time, sure the whole dorm heard you. Denki didn't care, he wanted to hear it. He wanted everyone to know. You were finally his. He let you ride your high out, as he pulled back wiping his mouth and licking his fingers tasting every inch of you. "Mmm, so good sparky." He groaned, you looked at him. "What was that?" You asked and he chuckled as you got on top of you. "That was an orgasm." he kissed your neck again and you moaned sensitive everywhere. "Can I make you feel that way?" You asked and He nodded, as he took his pants and boxer off, showing you his dick, honestly you were shocked. Was that even going to fit? Oh god... You were going to ripped in half. He saw the concern of your face. "Don't worry, I will be gentle." He whispered in your ear, and you nodded. He grabbed a condom out of the dresser, his lucky one. The one he has bought one every day for a year, throwing the expired ones out. He grabbed the good one as he tore it open, sliding it on his dick slowly groaning, you watched him. Mazed by the face he made while in pleasure. He looked back at you as he leaned down to your ear. "Relax sparky, it is going to hurt a little, but just breath, okay?" He whispered and you nodded as you relaxed trusting him. He slowly slid into you as you hissed in pain, but wanted to pain to be over as you put your legs on his back and pushed him in all the way and made a load moan in pain, maybe you shouldn't have done that. He looked at you. "Sparky! Are you okay? We are supposed too easy into it..." He worried and you nodded. "I-I am okay, just give me a minute..." You breathed as he said to do... Feeling him twitch inside you made you moan. "Move." You said and he didn't question you. He started to move slowly; he groaned in pleaser as you moaned in pure bliss. The pain was no longer there, just the most pleasurable thing you have ever felt before. "I love you, DeNkI" You moaned out in high pitch noises losing your voice. He continued to thrust but in shock. He moved his hips hard and thrust faster. "I love you, sparky." He smiled as he went hard groaning.

whispering things like. "So tight." or "You are so beautiful.", but the one that made you tighten was. "You are doing so good." he through his head back. You had a praise kink. You moaned at his words as you clawed his arm. "Denki! It is happening again!" You yelped as you felt the knot forming. He smirked as he whispered in your ear thrusting harder. "Be a good girl and cum for me." He grunted and with that your whole body went numb again as you tighten around him tightly so tight, he could barely move, he groaned as he couldn't hold it no more and came with you. Riding out your highs, Denki pulled out of you going to the bathroom. Taking the condom off, tying it and throwing it away. He grabbed a rag and got it wet, as he walked back to you, he began to wipe you down, cleaning you off. You blushed at him. He walked back to the bathroom to wash himself.

He walked back to you; he got in the bed with you and cuddled you closely. "I love you. sparky." He sighed out as he kissed your cheek. You smiled. "I love you too, Denki." you smiled, and he smiled. "Mine." He smiled as he hugged you tighter. "All yours." You blushed out as you two fell asleep in each other's arms.

[tartagliadevotee]

— your eyes tell. 

pairing: yandere!thoma / fem!reader

genre: angst, smut

wordcount: 4.8k

warnings: yandere, noncon, depictions of blood,  manipulation, physical abuse, slapping face, vaginal fingering, face fucking, degradation, spitting, watersports (piss kink),  creampie, dirty talking, possessiveness, mindbreak, memory loss, dumbification, reader loses her memory

summary: after you get yourself almost killed, thoma decides the best thing to do is to take your vision away. 

a/n: so a couple of things, first of all I wrote this in a day before I left so there might be more mistakes then usual sorry! Also this isn’t canon compliant, I kinda interpreted what loosing a vision would be like, how the memory loss would happen etc. etc. hopefully you guys will enjoy it!! 

** contains spoilers for 2.0 & Inazuma story quest ** 

It was getting colder. 

Pink petals from a nearby sakura tree danced before your sight, drops of rain starting to dribble down from the heavens. You felt so very tired as you laid on the ground. Not even the strength to call out to someone for help. A drop landed on your cheek, coolness blossoming on your skin, you sighed. In the end, this wasn’t a bad way to go. Groaning, you touched the slash on your stomach, blood still oozing out of the wound and mixing with the dirt. Dying at the end of another blade was a great honor for a samurai wasn’t it? Shouldn’t you feel better? Shouldn’t you have a sense of accomplishment rising in your chest, shouldn’t you be proud? 

The warmness of your tears contrast with the coldness of the rain. Why on earth did you leave home today? The answer flashed behind your eyes without even thinking-- you felt suffocated. That’s right. You left because you wanted to take a breath of fresh air and witness the sights you missed seeing. You had waved Thoma off and just left, ignoring his green eyes going dark with disapproval. Despite his many, and strict rules, he could never actually say no to you. Sure, he would make you pay for it later on but you got used to the insults, slurs and abuse to your body. After a while you learned to welcome a bit of pain. You saw it as a challenge. A bittersweet laughter left your chapped lips-- why were you even thinking about him right now? Why not your family, friends? You haven’t seen them in ages, maybe that was why. 

Eyes fluttering closed, your eyelashes kissed your cheeks. All strength was steadily draining from your body, not even your tears felt warm anymore. The storm became harsher, the rain droplets hitting your cold skin felt like bullets. You were so cold...so very...cold… 

“Y/n?” a familiar voice called out. “Where are you?” 

The voice sounded panicked, worried. You could hear footsteps walking among wet ground, puddles sloshing, it was close. Barely you managed to open your eyes, the sky was almost completely dark now. How long have you been laying here? You part your lips, a meek, gurgled sound leaving you. You took in a deep breath, licked your lips, cleared your throat and tried again. 

“Thoma,” it was barely a whisper. “Thoma--” you said again, this time a bit louder. 

The steps stilled only a moment before speeding towards you. He actually heard you. You wouldn’t be dying. Your sight was blurry but you managed to see a figure kneeling next to you, you felt hands roaming all over your body and finally stopping at the wound. 

“Shit--” 

“Thoma?” you coughed. “Is...Is that you?” 

“Y-Yeah, it’s me.” his voice trembled. “Don’t worry I’m here.” 

He placed his hand on your forehead, heat radiating from the palm. You took in a deep breath and closed your eyes once more, the warmth felt nice. You hadn’t noticed but the rain had stopped, he placed pressure on the wound and you grit your teeth in pain. 

“Who did this to you?” 

A face popped in your head but you’re too weak to answer. You felt him picking you off of the ground and you’re surprised that his hands are trembling as he carries you away, a string of curses leaving his lips. It felt like his voice was coming from afar, your consciousness fading, darkness consuming your mind. The last thing you remember was feeling Thoma hugging you closer. 

---

When you open your eyes you’re laying on the all too familiar bed, staring up at an all too familiar white ceiling. Sun bounced off of the walls, brightening up the large room and you could faintly hear the birds chirping outside. You smacked your lips as you stared up, you were thirsty. Tilting your head to the side, you noticed a pitcher of water with a lemon in it and a glass next to it. With a groan you straighten up, pain shooting from your stomach and throughout your worn body. But still, you managed to lift yourself up and with a shaky hand you filled the glass, only a bit of it pouring over. Placing it back down you took a hold of the glass and pressed it against your lips. The fresh lemon taste mixed with water soothed your worn out throat and wetted your dried out lips, before you knew it you finished the whole thing. 

“Good morning--” 

You flinched at the sudden sound, the glass slipping from your fingers but before it hit the floor Thoma quickly leant forward and grabbed it. He made the action seem effortless as he placed it back to the bedside table. 

“Want me to pour you another one?” 

“N-No, that’s fine,” you averted your eyes as you laid back down. “Thanks.” 

“How are you feeling?” 

The bed dipped as he sat next to you. You weren’t sure what to think. He was being extremely nice and sweet. Almost resembling the Thoma you once knew. Instinctively, your hand rested on top of your wound. Despite the ache of your body it felt mostly healed now. How long have you been sleeping? Wanting to hide yourself from the world, you closed your eyes. You felt horrible. But it wasn’t because of Thoma, no. It was the realization that if you did in fact die, your family wouldn’t have even known about it. Did they ever remember you? Reminisce, questioning why you never called or visited. You let out a shaky breath, your eyes starting to water. 

“I’m fine.” you replied, your voice coming out a bit more colder than you had hoped for. “How long have I been sleeping?” 

“Two days.” he scratched the back of his head, a nervous, misleading smile plastered on his face. “I was really worried, you know. Why on earth were you dueling the nameless samurai?” 

“I wanted to help him remember,” your voice shook. “But I didn’t expect him to suddenly get so strong.” 

“To help him,” Thoma repeated. His voice suddenly dropped. “Well, no one will be helping him now.” 

Your eyes widened at the implication, you didn’t want to ask but you had to. Your mouth felt dry and your stomach churned. 

“What do you mean by that?” 

“He shouldn’t have hurt you--” he growled, hands balling into fists as they rested on his lap. “I made sure he won’t ever again.” 

“Y--You,” you reached out and grabbed his forearm, nails digging into his skin. “You killed him?” 

His gaze shifted to you slowly, first it landed on your hand then gradually moved towards you. When he made eye contact you gasped and immediately let go of his arm, his eyes looked so hollow. Thoma raised an eyebrow at your reaction and suddenly burst out laughing. He laughed at you. He killed a man and he was laughing. 

“Don’t act so innocent,” he said between giggles, wiping a tear from his eyes. “It’s your fault, really.” 

“How--” 

“If you hadn’t run off wanting to pretend to be a hero,” he cooed as he gripped your chin, forcing your gaze on him. “You wouldn’t have almost died. I wouldn’t have had to resort to such measures.” 

“That’s,” 

“That’s, what?” 

“That’s neither here nor there,” you hissed, moving away from his grip. “You can’t blame me for what you did.” 

The next thing you feel is pain, skin burning at the impact his hand made against your cheek. Your head flung to the other side and with shock your hand went to touch the side of your face. It stung just by the tip of your fingers grazing against it. Tears welled up in your eyes but you didn’t dare to move. Your heart beating loudly in your chest, you closed your eyes and pressed your palm fully against the burnt, hoping it would subside. 

“I did it for you,” he said. His voice sounded distant, void of anything. You started to shiver as you imagined what he looked like. You hated seeing him when he was like this. It struck fear to your very core. “Do I need to remind you who saved you?” 

“You didn’t have to kill him,” you whispered, straightening up but still not looking at him. “He didn’t deserve to die.” 

“And how are you supposed to know?” Thoma asked in a mocking tone. “Are you even aware of how bad your state was? I-- You almost died.” 

“Yeah, well it would’ve been better than living like this!” 

With a gasp you covered your mouth, fuck, did you really just say that? This was the first you admitted such a thing to him. Bile rose in your throat, fear rushed through your veins. With wide eyes your gaze shifted to him, you were scared but you couldn’t help it. It was like watching an accident unfold before you, a deadly one at that. You held your breath. Thoma was shivering all over, body trembling and his nails digging into his clothed thighs. His breathing was ragged, only short sharp breaths filling the overly bright room. The worst thing was his unblinking gaze, he didn’t even look mad. He looked betrayed, shocked. His bright emerald eyes became a dark forest green as he stared at you. 

Then out of nowhere he lunged at you. Pinning your arms above your head and pressing his cold forehead against your own. His breath ghosted over your face, it smelled faintly of sake. You took in a shaky breath as he looked down at you, his body still trembled. 

“How could you say such a thing,” he growled. “I let you do whatever you want, so much so that you almost ended up dying. If you did die, who would be accountable, hm? Me. I would forever live with the guilt of sending the one I love most to an early grave.” 

“This…” your voice trembled, tears now freeling sliding down your burning cheeks. “This isn’t love. You captured me, put me in a prison. I didn’t ask for love like this.” 

“I remember you saying you needed no one other than me,” 

“How was I supposed to know,” you whispered. “I used to love you. I was foolish.” 

His hands squeezed your wrists, you knew it wasn’t meant to be painful, it was a warning. Your mind muddled and heart filled with emotion, you decide to ignore it. 

“You don’t love me anymore?” 

Why did he sound like he was about to cry? What did he want from you? Why were you angry at yourself for making him feel this way? 

“No.” you replied, surprised at your own voice for sounding so cold. “Not anymore.” 

Suddenly the weight pressing down on you was lifted and the pressure was gone. The bed creaked as he got off. Your eyes snapped towards him, fearing what he might do upon hearing the truth. But he just stared. His blond locks covered most of his gaze but you could clearly see the look of disgust lingering in his eyes.

“I see,” he replied. “I did give you too much freedom after all.” 

He took a step forward and searched your body, you weren’t quite sure what for but didn’t dare to move. The fear had made your body lock up so instead you just took in deep breaths, waiting for it to all be over. Then Thoma finally found what he was searching for, a soft hum of victory reaching your ears. He pulled something from your waist, a round dark blue object you were much familiar with-- 

Your vision. 

“No!” you screamed out, lurching forward as you ignored the pain blossoming once more. “Thoma give it back!” 

“This is the cause of it,” he said, ignoring you. He inspected the vision, turning it as he held it between his fingers. “I should’ve taken this a long time ago. You don’t need a vision when I’m all you need.” 

“I do need it!” you reached the end of the bed but he gracefully moved away. “What if-- What if I need to defend myself?” 

“Defend yourself?” he snorted. “Clearly it’s not doing a very good job since you almost died.” 

Heat raised up to your cheeks. Clutching your stomach, you got up on shaky feet and started to chase him around. With a mocking smile, he kept escaping you, teasingly holding your vision in his hand. With a groan you jumped forward but your legs were still weak, the ground slid from underneath you and with a yelp you started to fall. But before you hit the floor, a gentle touch wrapped itself around your waist and you found yourself being placed back upon the bed. Thoma sighed as he knelt in front of you, your vision still glowing in his hand. Finally you broke down, tears falling and hiccuping as you sobbed, begging him to give it back. Empty promises dropped from your mouth, promising him that you won’t ever leave, never do anything stupid again. He only placed a hand on your thighs, caressing your skin as your body shook with tremors. 

“This will be good for you, you’ll see,” he said, his voice sounding too understanding. “You don’t need things like ambition, a dream. You have me.” 

“You know what happens to the people who lose their vision,” you replied between sobs. “I don’t want to forget. I won’t be me anymore. Thoma please.” 

“Of course you’ll still be you,” he tutted. “In fact you’ll be a better version. A version that doesn’t go and get herself almost killed. Besides, you'll have a new ambition-- Me.” 

“What?” you whispered. “Thoma, just please. If you love me you’ll give it back.” 

“I do love you,” he said. “That’s why I’m doing this.” 

With that he disappeared, taking your vision with him. The door slammed as he left the house, leaving you feeling empty, void. He actually did it. He took the one thing that was most important to you. You started to cry harder, a giant lump in your throat as you wiped your tears with both hands. It was painful. So painful to be completely helpless. You would hate him forever for this. You hated him. Hated him. Hated-- 

You hear the door creaking open and look up. Thoma was standing right at the door frame, staring at you with a curious gaze. You searched his hands. Your vision was gone. 

“How could you?!” you screamed as you jolted up, ignoring the pain. “You took the one thing that matters most to me! That was mine! Given to me by an archon! You had no right--” 

“Yeah like the archons know best,” he replied, rolling his eyes. “You should rest.” 

“No! You know what? Fuck you! I don’t even care anymore!” tears continuously streamed down your face. 

You walked up to him, your hands balled into fists, you prepared to shout again but you stumbled and he held you by your waist. You hated this. Why was he even acting like he cared? His lips formed a thin line as you raised your fists and slammed them against his chest. He seemed unaffected, you couldn’t blame him, you were still weak after all. 

“Give it back!” you shouted between gritted teeth. “Give. It. Back.” 

“I can’t,” he said simply. “I gave it to the soldiers of the Tenryou commision. It’s gone now.” 

“You...” 

“I’ve never witnessed what happens right after someone loses their vision. Is denial the first step?” 

He was mocking you. It was clear as day. You wanted to hurt him back, wanted him to feel as much pain as you did. You look up at him, with an evident glare in your eyes, you snarl. 

“I hate you,” you hissed. “And I’ll hate you forever.” 

That was the last straw. Removing his hands from your waist, he grabbed a fistful of your hair and dragged you to the bed. You screamed, new tears filling your eyes. He sat on the bed and watched you squirm against the floor. Thrashing around as your hands held his, nailing biting into his skin. He scoffed and let go, you fell back and your gaze immediately snapped up. He could only see fear in them but hopefully it would change soon. 

“Fucking shut up already,” he jeered. “I’m sick of you crying when I’m the one looking after you.” 

You parted your lips to speak but before you could his hand pierced the air and landed on your face. You groaned at the pain settling under the skin and held your cheek with both hands. He was never this rough with you. Never. 

“Undress.” 

You stood there in utter shock, body trembling as you looked down at the floor. You couldn’t even comprehend the command, it sounded so ridiculous compared to the situation. When the silence between you grew, he sighed and pressed his foot down against your thigh. You weren’t expecting it to hurt but it did, you flinched and tried to move away but he didn’t let you as he pressed further down. 

“Did I stutter?” he asked. “Undress. Now.” 

With shaking hands you do as you’re told. You weren’t wearing much to begin with, only a long dress. You took it off in one sweep motion and threw it on the floor. He nodded, pleased that you finally started to listen. 

“I don’t want to get dressed anymore,” he said as he removed his foot from your thigh. “You’ll never leave this house anyway. No more mister nice guy.” 

Thoma raised his hand and beckoned you near him, you didn’t want to but you feared you had no other choice but to listen. Your body felt numb and your mind felt empty. Crawling between his legs, you sat down and waited for him to say anything else. Another teat left your eye when you blinked, was this your life now? Being a slave. Thoma grabbed your chin and pulled you closer towards his crotch, you realized in disgust that he was tenting. Your lips formed a thin line as you shook your head but you were too weak to actually escape his grip. He sighed and forced you to look up at him, he looked tired. 

“I know you enjoy this little cat and mouse game we often play,” he said, sounding almost bored. “But I’m not amused anymore. I don’t want to hurt you, I just want you to love me.” 

“That won’t--” 

Another smack pierced the air and your head flung back, this time you could taste blood. Before you can recover he gripped your chin once more and pulled you back so you could face him. 

“Don’t say that again,” he hissed, leaning down. “I swear if you do I won’t be able to control myself.” 

He squeezed the sides of your chin. 

“Open up.” 

Reluctant, you obeyed. Parting your lips, you stuck your tongue out just like Thoma wanted. He pursed his lips and spat loudly into your mouth and you wrinkled your nose with disgust. Noticing this, he did it a second time. 

“Swallow.” 

Squeezing your eyes shut, you close your mouth and swallow. The taste and texture made your stomach churn. It felt disgusting. 

“Good,” he said as he patted your head. “Good girl.” 

You remained seated between his legs as he unzipped himself and pulled his cock out of its confinements. The tip was a deep shade of red, already glistening with precum. You knew where this was going and it made you sick, but why it did, you weren’t quite sure anymore. You part your lips and let him pull you towards his cock, you wrap your lips around the tip and swirl your tongue. Your stomach retching at the taste of precum, he noticed your discomfort and chuckled. 

“You really hate bodily fluids don’t you,” he mused. “Too bad you’re about to receive lots of it.” 

With that he thrusted his hips and buried himself completely into your mouth. You gagged around his length, your throat squeezing around him. He groaned at the sensation as he pulled back and slammed in again, using your mouth as an absolute cocksleeve. Thoma didn’t have a care in the world, after all he deserved it for taking such good care of you. Each time your nose touched the dark blond pubes at the base, you felt yourself near to blacking out. Breathing was getting more and more difficult as his movements became more eager, the tip reaching the back of your throat. 

“Touch yourself,” he ordered between pants. A confused noise left your throat as you looked up. “Touch yourself. You know, like you do when you masturbate? Are you that stupid?”  

You hesitated for a moment before your hand went to your core. You flinched when your fingers touched the clit, your cunt already feeling wet. 

“Come on,” you hummed, his movements slowing down. “I know you can do it.” 

With an exceptionally hard thrust into your mouth, you finally do as you were told. Your chin felt strained as you felt his balls smacking against your chin, precum and spit dribbling from the sides. Your fingers shaking, you started to play with your clit. Rolling and pinching the sensitive nub, then you rubbed your fingers between your folds, moaning around Thoma’s cock. 

“That’s it,” he praised. “Good, you’re learning.” 

You were angry at his words but you didn’t understand why. Shrugging off the unsettling feeling you continued to finger yourself, playing with your clit while your other hand started to tease your twitching hole. You pushed in a finger and moaned once more and pushed your hips down. You looked up to Thoma with half lidded eyes, he had a wide grin spread across his handsome features and his green eyes almost looked delirious. He was so handsome, how did you end up here again? 

“Are you going to cum with my cock stuffed down your throat?” Thoma mused. “Now that would be a sight to see.” 

He pulled your hair, pushing your head down. You groaned as your airflow was cut entirely, choking and gagging around him. His cock throbbed, spurting out thick ropes of cum down your throat. You almost threw up at the taste, trying to pull back but he held your head in place. 

“If you cum I’ll let you go.” 

Squeezing your eyes shut, your fingers delve in deeper and you rubbed your clit harder. Heat built up in your loins, suddenly a sense of pleasure slowly started to build and build. You needed to breathe but you couldn’t, you could only feel his fat cock deep in your throat-- A strangled loud moan was ripped from your throat as your cunt clenched around your fingers, the overwhelming pleasure washing over your worn out body. Thoma’s smile grew as he caressed your head and he pulled out like he promised, a minimal amount of cum dribbling from the corner of your lips. 

You fell on your arms, your body spasming with coughs. Taking in deeper breaths, you let your lungs fill with sweet oxygen. 

“Fuck I can’t beliece you came from that,” he said, voice condescending. “I guess that whole I don’t love you thing was just a ruse then. You’re such a slut for wanting me to fuck your mouth.” 

“S-Shut up--” 

Thoma stood up, holding his cock between his hands. He laughed at your confusion as a stream of piss washed over you. You gagged at the sharp smell, covering your nose and turning your head down. It was unbearably warm, dripping down your neck, back, chest. His loud laughter subsided into a chuckle. 

“Look at you,” he said, with a chilling smirk. “Covered in my piss as you should be. Mine. Do you understand?” 

Your mind blanked out for a moment, drops of piss dripping from your hair and face. You felt… confused? Your face relaxed as you looked back up, your gaze clouded. 

“N-No,” your voice was meek, body still trembling. Why were you trembling? You weren’t cold? Tears pricked the corner of your eyes. “What’s going on, Thoma?” 

Thoma shot you a curious gaze, he reached out to you but you quickly jumped back. You resembled an animal, afraid of anything and everything. He found it endearing. He tilted his head to the side as he placed his hand on his lap. 

“You don’t need to be scared of me,” he replied, his voice suddenly going soft. “I would never hurt you.” 

“No, you did,” your voice was shaking. “I-How did I end up here? I don’t remember…” 

“You don’t need to, those were painful memories that’s why you forgot them.” 

“Painful?” 

“Yes,” Thoma nodded. He turned his hand over and opened his palm. You were hesitant but placed his hand in his and crawled closer. “You almost died because of it. I was so scared.” 

“I almost died?” 

“And I saved you. That’s why you’re here.” 

You looked up to him, fresh tears glimmering in your eyes. He smiled. 

“We love each other,” he said. “Very much.” 

Suddenly your racing heart started to settle. Thoma looked so kind with the sunlight shining through. Another tear slid down your face but this time you were smiling, this felt right. You being with him felt right. Your heart started to flutter. You loved him. Loved him. Love-- 

“You want to please me don’t you?” 

You nodded, a grin blooming across your face. 

“Good, go and get on the bed then. Lay on your back.” 

Quickly, you do as you’re told. You felt happy, burying the nagging sense of doubt deep into your mind. Thoma settled between your legs, nudging your thighs open, he pressed the tip of his cock against your entrance. You took in a sharp breath as he pushed in, your cunt fluttering around his cock. He felt so thick inside you, so big. You hissed as he stretched you, with a smile he peppered your face with kisses. It felt nice, it made you relax as he continued to fill you up, inch by inch. You couldn’t quite remember why you were mad at him in the first place, it seemed to be a painful memory buried deep within your mind. But you felt happy now, did it really matter? 

“How does it feel?” he groaned when he bottomed out. “Does it...ahh...feel good?” 

“Yes,” you cooed, wrapping your legs around his waist. “Thoma, ‘t feels so good--” 

Without any hesitation he rocked his hips into you, each time his weeping cock hit your deepest parts, your moan bounced off of the walls. Your cunt drooled all over him, staining the sheets as he continued to fuck you with a merciless speed. Thoma grabbed your hips and ground his cock deep, you screamed out his name as he leaned down and sucked your neck. Your back arched, breasts bouncing each time he slammed into you. 

“Fuck look at you,” he moaned. “Look how well you’re taking my cock, you were made for this baby--” 

You couldn’t even speak, a series of nonsense blubbering out of your lips. He laughed at your state, his nails biting into your skin as he pounded harder. Thoma watched intently, seeing how slick strings stretched out between your bodies. You were made for this. No more stupid ambitions and dreams. He would keep you happy, satisfied and drunk on his cock. His balls tightened as he thought about all the things he would make you do, getting rid of that stupid vision was an excellent idea. It’s been only an hour since he got rid of it and already you were happier, moaning in pleasure as he drilled his cock into you. 

“I’m going to cum,” he said between pants. “Shit, cum with me y/n--” 

Before he finished you were already gushing all around his cock, your eyes fluttering and head thrown back as you screamed his name. The way your pretty little cunt squeezed his cock made him follow, cumming deep inside you, painting your walls white. You groaned at the feeling of getting filled by him, your cunt twitching around him. When he pulled out you couldn’t help but whine, wanting him to fill you up more. Thoma chuckled and placed a quick kiss on your forehead as he hopped off of the bed. 

“I’ll be right back with towels,” he chirped. “Don’t worry.” 

You stared at him as he left, much to your disappointment he was still almost completely dressed, only his shirt missing. A smile stretched across your face, you were so lucky-- what was that? A shine? You squint your eyes, seeing the red pyro vision dangling from his hips. You felt your mind screaming at you, trying to remind you of something. A vision was a gift bestowed upon from the gods. Thoma really was amazing, having a vision like that. Didn’t you used to have a vision? What happened to it? Your pulse quickened as your gaze shifted back to the white ceiling. 

Why did you feel like you were in danger?   

[rviden]

hello!! may I request for hcs for when you get into an argument with the genshin boys (you can choose who!!) and the guys end up saying something hurtful, and your reaction is like "well, if that's what you think, then maybe we shouldn't be together." and walks away (tryna hide a tear,,)?? I'm sorry if this is too specific aah I'm just in the mood for angst ( •́ ‿ ,•̀ ) I really like your characterization!! <333

— 🧧 THEIR S/O BREAKS UP WITH THEM AFTER A RUDE COMMENT THEY MADE

includes — kazuha, tohma, diluc

warnings — angst, pre tohma release

pronouns — they/them

note — in honour of the 2.0 announcement trailer, i included the newest boy to my writing list (tohma by beloved) - i’ve also added baal (or raiden), ayaka, and yoimiya!

KAZUHA

kazuha wasn’t usually confrontational off of the battle field — opting for more serene and peaceful things while resting and spending his time with you

but sometimes when emotions boil over, we say things that we don’t mean, nor wish to say at all — it’s in the heat of the moment type of thing, which is exactly what was happening to kazuha in the present time

“you don’t get it- you never will,” kazuha paced away from you, wanting to put an end to the conversation station as soon as he could.

“and what’s that supposed to mean?” you took strides to catch up with the upset male, desperate to understand his reasoning. “why don’t you face me, and tell me why the hell you won’t let me help-“ the moment your hand made contact with his arm, he turned in fury — something you had never seen him in ever.

“you’re too clumsy, too reckless, and simply not able to withstand that type of battles that would occur!” kazuha’s face was mere inches from your own. “you’re just not enough.”

you weren’t enough.

he was talking about physical ability, but... why did it feel as if he was talking about everything — the way you dressed, the way you acted, the person you are.

he didn’t think you were enough.

“... if- if you think so lowly of me, then i don’t think this is going to work,” your feet slowly brought your body away from the now shocked and calming male, trying to put as much distance as you could between the two of you.

“y/n-“ he reached out for your arm, only to pull back as if he had been shocked as you flinched away from it. “i didn’t mean it like that.”

“well that’s what it sounded like kazuha.”

you never called him kazuha — it was always kaz, or some other nickname — but never kazuha.

“i’ll leave you to your business, and i’ll board with beidou in the morning,” the distance grew greater, and hearts cracked piece by piece. “i hope you find someone who’s enough on your travels.”

kazuha’s heart left with you — the emptiness in his chest product of his own doings, his own words.

it seemed that he was the one not enough for you.

TOHMA

tohma didn’t like to fight, argue, or even cause any sort of pain to you — and in the past if he ever did, it was not by his choice, or it was a complete accident

yet here he found himself, spouting words he didn’t mean, watching the look of anger on your face crumble into hurt and betrayal

tohma was tired — beyond even — with the job that he possessed, and the dedication to match, nights were often spent resting and resetting for the next.

“y/n i really don’t have time for this right now, you know this,” his fingers pinched the bridge of his nose, desperately trying to rid himself of both the anger and headache that clawed at his mind.

“i think you have plenty of time right now — all i’m asking is for you to consider my idea,” you stepped closer to the blonde, brings your hands up to run through his hair in order to help calm him down. “i just want to see you a little more often, even if it’s only a day a week — just more then i see you now-“

his head was yanked away from your hands, and his eyes burned into you like the vision that hung on his hip. “for the last time! i have my duties with the kamisato clan, and they need my dedication and focus — i don’t have time to waste.”

his words didn’t fully click in his head, until he saw your eyes widen in both shock and hurt — and all he could do was watch as your body slowly backed away and shrank into itself, becoming smaller and smaller by the second.

you tried to appear bigger in mere moments after the metaphorical slap to the face — your chin being held high, eyes narrowed, and drawn in tight.

“don’t bother coming home tomorrow, or the nextday, or even the next,” he could see the hurt as you tried to keep your composer. “wouldn’t want you wasting time, now would we?”

“y/n-“

“leave tohma — you have your duties, remember?”

it happened too fast for tohma to handle — one minute you were happily chatting, next the argument broke out, and the next, he had broken the one promise he had made to himself and you.

he had hurt you, one too many times.

DILUC

he was a calm and collected man, trying many other options before it truly came down to a fight — he poked and prodded most times during arguments, but never before had he pointed out things he knew would hurt

maybe that’s why he wasn’t only in shock as he watch the anger turn into sadness and thought, but also at the words that seemed to flow out of his mouth like a river

“dee, please take a break,” your hands worked on his shoulders — thumbs pushing on the knots and sore spots in the muscles, trying anything you could to get the red haired man to relax.

“y/n please — i’ll come to bed in a few more minutes, i just have to finish this-“ the quill was plucked out of his hands before you could finish — now dangling between your own fingertips.

“you said that the yesterday, and the day before, and the day before that — i know you dee — like that back of my hand,” you waved the back of your hand in an example, the smile on your face doing nothing to ease the furrow in his brow.

he was committed to finishing paperwork and documents — and if that meant forgoing a few nights of actual rest and calmness, then so be it.

but you were making that difficult.

“give me that,” diluc harshly grabbed the quill from your hand, not caring or registering if he had hurt you in the process.

he turned back to his work as soon as it was in his hand, but the moment didn’t last long.

“diluc-“ your hand reached down for the quill again, but were quickly shoved back as he stood from the chair.

“would you just give me some space!” his eyes and cheeks gleamed red, similar to the colour of his hair. “i can’t get any actual work done when your clinging to me like an animal in heat!” in the moment, diluc didn’t care if he had hurt you, and that was one of his many mistakes in that moment.

the quietness was tense and uncomfortable — dilucs heavy breathing, and the sound of soft fidgeting being the only things that could be heard.

“i’ll leave you be then,” you turned in that moment, the tears running freshly down your face the second your back was to the man.

diluc didn’t panic at first.

he had hurt you, yes — but you would let him cool down, calm, and finish was he was doing. that was all.

but the empty room that was once occupied by two and the quick feet that turned and walked in the other direction every time he was near — was enough to tell him the truth.

you left him to be on his own.

for good.

[wren-kitchens]

it’s okay (kind of a p3 of pool party 2.0)

i’ve lost the ability to write long fics for the time being so have this

it’s nearly the summer holidays though so i’ll probably be more productive then

grian hurts. it won’t heal, no matter how much steak he eats. it’s somewhere deep in his chest, and it just aches. scar can feel it too, he knows. he’s seen scar rubbing his own chest just where it hurts in grian’s.

the worst part is knowing exactly why it hurts, and hating the reason. it’s why he pursued bigb, even after he turns red. sometimes, if he’s distracted enough, the pain goes away.

but scar knows now. he knows why it hurts, and he’s letting grian sort it out on his own. grian just wants to ignore it— make it go away. he knows it won’t.

after they had the conversation about bigb (after the pool party) the pain has become more intense, but almost forgettable when it wanes.

so when they’re sat together in their little dirt cave, surrounded by jellies which, realistically, are far too big to be allowed in, he does something he never thought he would.

he talks about it. honestly.

“I know that.. you feel it.” grian starts, putting a hand on his chest. “and i know that you know why.”

scar nods, petting the jellie he’s leaning on.

“I didn’t want to say anything about it.” grian says. “because I thought that.. if I ignored it, it might go away. but it didn’t work.”

grian takes a breath. “i’ve stopped seeing bigb. i told him it’s because i don’t want to be caught by ren, but that’s not why.”

“why have you?” scar prompts after a moment of quiet.

he can do this.

“because.. because it hurt me. knowing- knowing that you’d hurt. and not physically, I mean.” the aching has started again. he ignores it. he has to say this. “because, no matter how much I tried to pretend or hide it.. I care about you, scar.” his eyes are starting to tear up, and there’s a lump in his throat. he’s crying a lot, nowadays, when scar is involved.

he gives a watery laugh. “and at first I tried to deny it. I wanted to pretend that it was just the contract, and then a duty, and then just guilt.”

scar is looking at him with that fond glint in his eyes. he’s smiling in a sort of disbelief.

“but I can’t.” grian won’t let himself stop talking, because if he does, he’ll start crying. “i couldn’t bring myself to hit you when i was trying to show you that we’re soulbound, so I used the dripstone. that’s when I knew— there’s no getting around this. and I have to tell you or this-“ he puts a hand to his chest. “-is just going to get worse. and maybe I just can’t bear hiding it anymore.”

“you care.” scar says, the smile still on his face. “I knew you did.”

and grian does start crying then. he nods, rubbing the back of his hand across his eyes.

“oh, come here.” scar opens his arms and grian moves into them. “I care about you too, grian.”

“I know.” grian manages. “and that’s why i’m so sorry.”

“I think i can forgive that.” scar smiles.

“is there anything you can’t forgive?” grian asks, looking up.

scar wipes the tears off grian’s face. “I don’t think so. not if it’s you.”

the ache intensifies. scar puts a gentle hand on grian’s chest and says,

“it’s okay.”

[squishneedsahero]

The Comfort of A Mother

Awesomest of Them All 2.0

Part 11 of 13

Word Count: 1558

Batman x Batmom!Reader

You know what the bat family needs? Someone to pull them together and give them all the love they deserve. Who better to do that than you? An author rising to stardom in Gotham who catches the eye of a billionaire with your standoffish attitude at a huge social gathering. You are yourself and never pretend to be more or less than that. Plus you're the most stubborn person in the world, refusing to let good things go without reason.

This is a rewrite of my story Awesomest of Them All, I wanted to see how much I've improved over 3 years.

As soon as you and your family arrived back home Bruce dove head first into this case, sometimes going for a few days without talking to you more than once or twice. This was usually how things went when there was something big going on, and normally you'd make him pay attention to you at least one every few days. But this case felt different, you felt like he needed this time to work on this one. On top of that you were in the middle of editing another book you'd written so you were able to do something to keep yourself from feeling completely ignored.

It was for weeks on end that life went on like this, and you let it go on for a while, until you had almost finished with editing and noticed that it had been more than a few nights in a row that you had fallen asleep and woken up in bed alone. So tonight after three nights of sleeping alone, it reaches midnight and you make your way down to the cave, knowing your husband had been coming back for Damian to be able to get a reasonable amount of sleep because he had school on the morning, and you wait for him. When they finally arrive back home you're waiting for them, in your pajamas, leaning against the desk of the computer. You had already sent Tim up to bed and volunteered to take over while he got some sleep.

When they get home you give Damian a soft smile as you say, "Sleep well."

He nods in reply and makes his way to change before heading upstairs.

After he's gone you turn to face Bruce, "So, are you going to come to bed dressed like that, or would you like to change?" You cross your arms and give him a look to let him know you're serious about this. "Because as your wife I demand at least 16 hours of your full undivided attention, because it's been weeks."

"Alright, dear," with that he scoops you up in his arms and carries you to your bedroom, still fully dressed as Batman. Once you both make it upstairs he goes and changes into sweatpants and no shirt before coming and lying next to you where he sat you on the bed.

You can tell that he's tired since after he lies down he pulls you against his chest, wrapping his arms and legs around you protectively and doesn't even say anything to you. "I love you," you state and give him a kiss before snuggling fully into him.

--^--^--

You wake up to Bruce running his hand through your hair, and you open your eyes to see his face in front of yours. "Hi, handsome," you say tiredly.

He smiles softly and gives you a kiss, "good morning beautiful."

You smile and roll over so you're lying on top of him, and glance at the clock. "Well, it looks like I still get another four hours of your attention." With that you look back at him and kiss him deeply, and her slides his hands up your shirt against your back, holding you as close as possible, just wanting to feel your body.

--^--^--

A few hours later as you're lying against his side and tracing your fingers on his chest, he says, "Honey, there's something I need to tell you."

You tilt your head just enough to look at his face, "yeah?"

"The first night I didn't come to bed. It was because we were finally able to track down the Redhood. And, well, I'm not sure how to say this any better, The Redhood is Jason. Jason is alive."

You can hardly believe what it is he's telling you, you're just frozen there staring at him until finally you get yourself to ask, "Are you sure?"

"Yes, thats why I've waited this long to tell you. I needed to be sure for you."

Tears form in your eyes, as you look at your husband. He was serious very often but you had rarely ever seen him this serious, the last time you'd seen this look on his face was as he said 'I do'. He kisses you gently, and you can hardly believe it, your baby who you thought you had lost for these few long years was alive. "Why, do I feel like there is something to this you haven't told me? There has to be a reason he hasn't come here."

"There is... I don't know yet how he came back but he did. He's still recovering his memory. And, he's not the same as he was when we lost him, he's killing people... and I confronted him about it," he looks almost ashamed as he says the last part.

"So, now he's mad at you?" you guess, and his slight nod is enough of an answer for you. "Thats alright, we just need patience. You saw what it took for Damian to even come this far, for Dick to finally come back to us. We'll figure it out, him being alive just means we have that chance again," with that you kiss him to let him know you're serious.

--^--^--

You and Bruce had been invited to the policeman's ball for the GCPD and Bruce wasn't able to come so you had gone for the both of you, ugh. The ball was over so you were heading out to your car that was in the parking garage. As you're walking you keep thinking you hear another set of footsteps. They're subtle and anyone who wasn't married to the most paranoid man in the world wouldn't think it was anything, but you did. You kept walking confidently, trying to figure out where it was they were coming from, since there was no one else out here right now since you were leaving early.

As you get to your car the lights in that part of the garage go out. You freeze not moving to unlock your car, just waiting for whoever it was that had been following you to make the first move. You might be wearing a fancy dress and be in heels but that doesn't mean you can't kick ass if you need too. The first move you make is pulling your heels off, giving yourself a weapon, and making it easier in case you needed to run.

Theres a shuffle behind you and you spin around, only to be facing who you could only assume was Redhood, judging by his choice of headgear. You stay still, waiting for him to make the first move, praying that if it really was Jason he'd say something. Slowly he raises his hands, showing they're empty, and removes his helmet, and a mask from under that. Your breath hitches when you see him, he was older, he looked tired, but there was no mistaking him, "Jason," it comes out barely audible.

"Hi, Mama," thats it. That's all he says.

You pause for a split second before dropping your shoes, and taking a step towards him, holding your arms open, asking if it's alright for you to hug him. He closes the rest of the gap as soon as he sees that. And as soon as he's in your arms thats when you break, thats when you start to sob. You both stand there hugging each other tightly, and as you do you can feel him shaking slightly, but you don't say anything, knowing he just needs to let it out.

Eventually both of you pull away slightly, and you look up at him, he'd gotten so tall, but that doesn't stop you from giving him a motherly kiss on the forehead and holding his cheeks so you can look in his eyes. "Can I ask what happened, or not right now?" You ask this quietly as you look at his eyes, they aren't blue anymore they're an eerie shade of green, and they look hurt, he has this deep pain behind them that isn't just going to go away over night.

"Not right now, please, I just wanted to see you."

"Thats alright, my Jay-bear."

He seems a little startled by the nickname, it had been years since you'd called him that, since anyone had.

"What?" You say raising an eyebrow, "you know you'll always be my little Jay-bear even if you are taller than me now. Is it alright if I tell Bruce I saw you, or would you rather I didn't?" You ask this without explaining why you'd even wonder this.

A small smile comes to his face and he hugs you tightly once again. "You can, it'll be better than him figuring it out himself," a pause before letting go, "I should probably get going... I'll see you around though right ma?"

"Of course you will, my phone number hasn't changed it you need anything. And I can keep a secret at least for a while, so don't go sending me your address, but if you tell me when and where we can meet up." With that you hug him one last time and watch as he puts his mask and helmet back on and he makes sure you get into your car safely and as you head home he heads off into the night.

[bt-writing]

Windblume Confession

Diluc x gn!Reader

A/N: i feel so bad posting this with inazuma and all the new content... no one cares abt the windblume festival rn its 2.0 lolol. i wrote this during the windblume festival and thought i’d also share it on here. windblume plot doesn’t really have that much to do with the story itself so its whatever

warnings: cringe... but none

SFW

word count: 1.3k

summary: You fall victim to venti's schemes and are now on your way to confess to Diluc.

"Oh, Barbatos, I can't do this. This was stupid to begin with."

Your heart felt tight in your chest as you walked. Clammy hands fiddled around a bouquet of freshly picked small lamp grass. The blue petals were illuminated in the moonlight that shined down on Mondstadt. Small lamp grass always had a gentle, refreshing floral scent when it was picked, but you did not feel refreshed in the slightest. In fact, you were more than ready to throw up.

The Windblume Festival in Mondstadt was the designated time of year for romantic endeavors and confessions to occur. It was a time of independence, freedom, and love for the city. You planned to spend this year enjoying the culture and activities offered, but the Archons seemed to have other divine plans for you instead. The Archon, Barbatos, to be specific.

In order to make some quick cash for alcohol, Venti had been offering romantic poetry lessons to the citizens wishing to convey their feelings to their sweetheart or lover-to-be. You had no intentions of partaking in the romantic side of the festival, but a certain Cavalry Captain had managed to get you involved. Venti wanted wine from Kaeya, who would procure it from Diluc. Kaeya was unsure if he would actually be able to get the "payment" from Diluc, so he snitched on your feelings for the bartender to Venti.

Venti saw your struggle as potential—for more wine, that is. He decided to kill two birds with one stone, and now you were on your way to confess your love to the Dawn Winery's tycoon himself. Of course, part of you was doing this willingly.

It's become almost painful to be around Diluc lately. Your thoughts always became distracted when you were around him, and you're unable to focus during work and commissions at times due to thinking about him. He sent butterflies swarming into your stomach just from meeting his eyes, and his fire wasn't needed to make your cheeks flare red from heat. It was embarrassing how much of a wreck he made you.

You figured that finally confessing your feelings to Diluc was for the best, and maybe this push from Venti was exactly what you needed to get over him. There really was no harm in confessing. Having a crush on someone was akin to complimenting them. It meant you respected and admired them as a person. The only down side to confessing was the chance of rejection, which could put a strain on your relationship with Diluc and make things tense. Diluc was known to have antisocial tendencies, so maybe he would feel too awkward every time he saw you and end up avoiding you entirely.

But, it was too late to let that wonderful pep talk steer you away from your destination himself. Diluc had walked out of the Angel's Share bar and locked the door. He turned around and found your eyes staring at his. It had obviously been a busy night at the bar, as Diluc only ever put his beautiful hair in a high ponytail on busy nights. The moon's soft luminescence served to highlight the light flush on his cheeks. Diluc's smile was gentle and warm as he raised a gloved hand to greet you.

That kind smile felt like an arrow being shot into your stomach, causing you to inhale sharply. There was no turning back now. You softly cradled the bouquet to your chest with one arm, and raised the other arm to return his greeting. Reluctantly, your legs slowly began to make their way towards him.

"What are you doing out this late, (Y/N)?" Diluc questioned. His eyes glanced over the bouquet you carried, but refrained from asking anything about it. You bit the inside of your cheek for a second, thinking about the words you would use to end your favorite friendship. You took in a deep breath.

"I came to talk to you about something, actually. Do you have a few minutes to spare? I know it's pretty late."

"I do. What do you need?" He stood looking down at you. Your body was hot and fidgety under his gaze. It wasn't even an option to continue looking at his expecting eyes, so you settled on giving your speech to his boots.

"Diluc... I know you're a busy man with a large burden put on your shoulders. I see how hard you work for the winery, and you're always so diligent." You nervously played with the parchment wrapping around the bouquet you held. "You take care of everything almost effortlessly, but I know you probably put a lot of stress on yourself to make it seem that way, and I really respect you for it. I respect how you treat your workers with kindness and put their needs above yours... You have such a kind heart to everyone, including me. For as long as I've known you, I've always seen you put others before yourself, like staying out late and putting yourself at risk for the sake of Mondstadt." You paused for a second to breathe deeply, the heavy silence quickly scaring you back into talking.

"I really do...think very highly of you." Your cheeks hurt from how hot they were. "But, the more I got to know you, I recognized other things about you. You have every reason to be cold and spiteful, yet you continue to have the most loving heart out of anyone I've met. You're selfless and brave, and you never expect anyone to thank you. Lately, I'm unable to focus around you anymore. Whenever I'm with you, I feel so giddy that I don't know what to do with myself. You make me feel so safe and happy, no matter where we are or what we're doing. With every moment I spend with you, Diluc, I just...

"I realize how in love with you I am!"

It was terribly quiet now, and your heart was beating so fast that you expected to start seeing dots any second. You had said your feelings to Diluc, and there was no going back. You expected an awkward cutoff at some point to save you from the embarrassment of an unreciprocating rejection, or at least a quick, curt response, but neither seemed to come. Some time had passed after your confession, so you decided to look up at Diluc's face.

When you met Diluc's scarlet eyes, you immediately saw the dark red blush that covered the poor man's surprised face. If you didn't feel that exact same heat on your own face, you probably would have thought it was the cutest thing in the entire world. Your own eyes stared into his bright red ones for what felt like an eternity, until he finally opened his mouth to respond. "You sure know how to catch me off-guard, (Y/N)." He chuckled softly, his words doing nothing to dismiss the rocks settling in your stomach. It felt like you would die if he didn't give you a proper response soon.

Diluc stepped towards you, quickly closing the distance between your bodies. He leaned down and brought his hand up to your hair, brushing it back. Soft lips pressed gently against your forehead and another hand moved to cup the side of your jaw. Your eyes went wide and your mouth opened slightly in surprise. Diluc removed his lips and stood up straight, taking your hand in his and tracing your knuckles with his thumb.

"I'm sorry I made you confess first, (Y/N)… I've shared your feelings for a long time. Hearing you say those words—I genuinely thought I was in a dream." His sweet laugh fell out of from his lips once again. This time, instead of making you feel heavy, you decided it was your new favorite sound—one that made you feel light and free. His laugh was the perfect sound for the Windblume Festival.

[make-me-imagine]

Burn

Soulmate AU Series #7

(Soulmate AU Masterlist)

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AU Prompt: Your hands burn the closer you get to your soulmate and don’t stop until you touch for the first time

Characters: Loki x GN!Reader *Avenger reader, with mutation of immortality

Words: 4.2k         Warnings: None      

Marvel Taglist: @aquariuslavenderhoney​, @thebookbakery​

A/N: I had a much harder time with this than I thought I would originally - And I actually ended up re-writing it entirely lol, so this is Version 2.0. I have not seen the last few Avengers movies so I couldn’t make this fit with it at all - so this is definitely an AU, that I base sometime after End Game on “New Asgard”. 

It was an entirely normal thing for the most part, soulmates. It was a normal part of life now and had been for centuries. People around the world met their soulmates every day. But when you really thought about it, it was such an odd thing, unexplained, with unknown origins. 

The idea of your one true love wasn’t a fairy tale. That one perfect person for everyone existed. But what also existed was the agonizing fear that you may never meet them. That you might never feel the burn, that you might never get close enough to meet them. It’s worse if you feel it and can’t track them down. You are always left with that horrible feeling of being so close, but not close enough. 

The burning get’s worse and worse the closer you get, only stopping when you touch for the first time. Sometimes it’s constant, and you get used to it. Sometimes it fluctuates, but for the most part, it’s always present, but very subtle. 

But for many, the burn was never present. The world was big, sometimes you just weren’t close enough. Things changed when it was discovered that aliens were real. And that they too, felt the burn. Was it possible for an alien from another world, to have a soulmate galaxies away from them?

Those who had never felt their burn, feared that this was the case. And many began to feel hopeless. Thinking they might never feel the burn, and never meet their soulmates. For a long time, you felt the same. Having never felt the burn. Until one day. For the first time. You did.

**Flashback**

(Your POV)

You were in the midst of the battle for New York, fighting side by side with Steve and Natasha. When it happened, you didn’t really pay attention to it, not until it got almost unbearable. You looked down at your hands, thinking maybe you had gotten hurt by one of the Chitauri’s weapons, or burnt by one of the explosions, but when you saw no wound, you figured it out.

It’s the burn.

But why now? In the midst of battle when the whole city population is running for their life. You also found it odd that you’ve been in New York for a while, and never felt the burn. 

For a moment, you considered the Chitauri, but that thought left as soon as it showed up. And you forced the pain away, continuing to fight for the fate of Earth. The burning faded towards the end of the battle as you left New York with a SHIELD team, leaving the rest of the Avengers to arrest Loki. 

As the pain faded, your hope of ever meeting your soulmate faded with it. 

(Loki’s POV)

Flying over the city, Loki felt the burn. It was intense, but his anger was more-so, how could his soulmate possibly be a human, and from Earth. No. He refused to believe it. His soulmate couldn’t possibly be a one of these weak people. 

He was on Earth once before, in New Mexico. Briefly, but he was there, but he didn’t feel the burn. So why now? Here? Were you too far away then?

Even though he felt this anger and refusal, he couldn’t entirely push away the feeling of guilt he felt deep in his chest. He was terrorizing and destroying the home of his one true love. He could be the main cause of their suffering, and maybe even their death. He tried to push the guilt away, but it lingered, even when the burning began to fade, and disappeared entirely when he left Earth with Thor. And much to his disdain, the guilt would continue to linger for a long time. 

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For a long time, ever since Loki was young, he would stare up at the stars and wonder how long it would take for him to be united with his soulmate. His mother would often tell him stories of how wonderful it was when you first met them, and that it was a type of unconditional love you could never resist, a type of love that made you feel whole. 

He would look up at the stars and wonder where in the galaxies his soulmate was. For he knew that it was possible they lived very very far away. Asgard was small, and if your soulmate was here, the burn would be ever-present. 

But he didn’t feel the burn. Thousands of years passed as he grew older and traveled to new planets, he never felt it. He feared that maybe he would never meet them. That he would never be able to feel that unconditional love. 

And as time continued to move on, he changed, the events on Asgard that changing his life and future. He forced the idea of love back into his mind, never bothering to daydream about that love again. 

And then New York happened, and he couldn’t help but remember, that no matter how he tried to forget, or push it away. His soulmate did exist, and they were on Earth. A place he could surely never be welcome to again. A place that hates him. Including you. You must hate him, truly you must. And he wouldn’t blame you for it. He deserved it. 

He accepted this. But there was an ever creeping thought at the back of his mind always trying to convince him to sneak back onto Earth. To meet you, or at least see you. You were from Earth. A mortal. He might not have as much time as he wanted. 

When he did go back to Earth, it was not to find you, no, that wasn’t it. But to place his father in that home, to hide him away to take his place on Asgard, the burn was present, and intense. But he fled quickly, too afraid to look for you. 

Then when he returned to Earth with Thor, the burn was present again. With the events that proceeded, he did not have time to really think about it, but even for a short time, when he was alone, he did think of you. Even though he didn’t really know who you were. 

Long after the events of Hela and Thanos, when his people were returned to life and health. Thor reached out to Earth, and with help from others, a New Asgard was formed. Thor would go back and forth to Earth, Loki was warned to stay away, from SHIELD and Dr Strange.

Loki insisted he was fine with this, even though Thor never new about the burn. Loki however, was afraid that he might not be able to resist the urge to find you. But what he really feared, was the hatred you must harbor for him, this, he decided he could not face. So he didn’t. He stayed far away, though you always lingered in the back of his mind. 

*Now*

(Your POV)

“My people are settling well on New Asgard, though they are still aching from the loss of their homes.”

“As should be expected, they did lose everything they knew.” You walked with Thor down the halls of the SHIELD base “Are you sure they are in good hands with Loki while you are here?” you asked in curiosity.

Thor thought to himself for a moment “They are as long as Valkyrie and Heimdall are there to watch him.”

You chuckled at this “And do you think he’s really a good guy now?”

“That is a hard call to make, though I do think he will be no trouble to Earth or anyone else as he was in the past.” 

“I hope your right, there are only so many chances you should give him.”

“Yes, I agree. Though this time, I do truly think he has changed.” he paused for a moment as he stopped walking “You have never met him have you?”

You turned towards him “No, I’ve only ever seen videos.”

“Huh” Thor shrugged “Well, you will meet him soon enough” he began walking down the hall again.

You hesitated for a moment before you moved to follow after him “What do you mean? I thought Fury said you weren’t allowed to bring him here? Dr Strange certainly warned against it.”

“No, I mean when you come with me to New Asgard.”

“What?”

Thor stopped again and turned towards you, smile present on his face “Fury agreed to send a SHEILD Agent with me to finish with the communications technology that Doctor Selvig and Asgard scientists are working on.” 

“And he picked me?” you were struggling to keep your excitement down.

“I insisted it be a friend” he smiled “Would you agree to coming?”

“Yeah, of course! I’ve always wanted to go off-world.”

“Good, it’ll be fun” he said as he patted you on the shoulder “We leave tomorrow morning, it’s an hour long journey on our ship.”

Having spent the rest of the night excitedly packing and unpacking, you had a restless nights sleep. You were excited to travel to a new world, as well as to meet the people of Asgard. You were even a bit excited to meet Loki for the first time. Though, you had no idea how you would get along. You hoped that Thor was right, and that Loki was ‘good’. 

The next morning began with a long brief from Fury and some scientists, most of which you didn’t pay too much attention too. You knew your objective. Make sure the Asgardians are settling nicely, help them figure out what else they need that Earth can provide, see if there is anything Asgard can give in return, blah blah. 

Finally getting settled on the ship with Thor you sat next to him in the cockpit, you looked over at him with a smile, which he returned, he could feel your excitement radiating off of you. The next hour went smoothly with idle conversation, halting when the ship came out of hyperdrive. You sat up excitedly in your seat as you began to approach the planet. It looked much like Earth, but smaller. The Asgardians would have plenty of room to flourish. 

The planet was beautiful, and the Asgardians were quickly building a new civilization to live in, though it still appeared small and clumsy, it was growing quickly. As you walked through the streets, you smiled at everyone you passed, who all stared at you with a sort of curiosity. From your clothes they could tell you were from Earth.

“Your highness” a voice called as you exited a crowd.

A woman dressed in a sort of leather outfit approached, next to her a tall man with golden eyes. “Ah, Valkyrie, Heimdall” he greeted.

You looked at the two, having heard of them plenty of times, and now glad to finally have faces to the names.

“This is Y/n, a friend of Earth and fellow Avenger”

“Welcome to New Asgard Y/n” Heimdall greeted, his voice deep, eyeing you with a sense of familiarity. Valkyrie nodded her head at you in greeting. 

“Thank you”

“Where’s Loki?” Thor asked the two.

“Off world, apparently some...contacts he had, had valuable resources he thought we might need”

“Heimdall?” Thor asked looking to the man.

“From what I know and what I can see, it is the truth. Though, the air of suspicion still lingers when it comes to your brother.”

“Of course it does. And rightly so.” Thor said, with an air of amusement.

Turning to you he smiled “Come, lets go to where you will be staying”

(Loki’s POV)

Loki sighed to himself as he sat in the pilot’s chair of his ship, wondering if Thor had returned yet. Still playing with the thought of disappearing. But knowing he truly wouldn’t, he let his mind wander to various things. 

After a long hour of silence, he began to approach New Asgard. It was not nearly as beautiful as Asgard had been, but it would do. He did wonder how long he would stay. 

As he landed the ship near the new city, he was quite startled by the sudden feeling of a burn deep within his palm. As he looked down at his palm, he frowned, brows knitted together in a mixture of shock, fear and confusion. He thought himself crazy, his soulmate was on Earth, not New Asgard. Unless... one of the SHIELD agents that came to New Asgard?

(Your POV)

You had been on Asgard for a few days now, the people were nice, if not a bit...judgmental of your Earthly-knowledge, but nice over all. And very thankful for everything you and shield were doing to help. 

Now, as you were walking back towards the newer kingdom of Asgard, you felt a sudden burning in your palm, causing you to halt in your steps.

Thor, who had been nearby, saw your sudden change in demeanor. Walking over to you, he placed his hand on your shoulder “Y/n, are you alright?”

“My hand....it’s...burning”

“Did you hurt yourself?” 

“No, I mean...it’s like, the burn”

Thor glanced down at your hand, and then around the area his curiosity piqued “You mean your soulmate is here?”

“But that doesn’t make sense”

“Why not?”

You looked up at him “Because I would have felt it before right? I’ve been here for days...and besides, I’ve felt it before, but on Earth.”

Thor stared at you in confusion “When?”

“Only three times before, once in New York, once again months ago, and then not that long ago, uh, around the time you were dealing with Hela I think.”

Thor was quiet for a moment, but suddenly a look of realization crossed his face, turning into a look of perplexion “You mean during the time Loki was in New York, and then again around the time I arrived on Earth with Loki to find my father? Where he had placed him himself months prior?”

You stared at him for only a moment before you hinted on the same thing he was “No, it can’t be”

“Thor” you both heard Valkyries voice, catching your attention “Loki has returned” seeing the way your face dropped as Thor stared at you, she frowned “What?”

You and Thor looked at each other as you shook your head “No.”

Thor couldn’t help the small smirk that appeared on his face “Yes.”

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Loki paced his ship as some Asgardians took the resources he gathered off the ship and into the kingdom. He was squeezing his hands as the burn persisted. He was debating to leave or to stay, to face you or flee. 

He did not see Thor walk onto the ship, or the way Thor grinned at his pacing, clearly panicking brother. Not until Loki turned, stopping, seeing Thor grinning at him. Loki quickly hid his hands behind his back as though you could see the burn itself. 

“What’s wrong brother?” Thor asked.

“Nothing. Why are you grinning like a child?” he asked trying to distract himself. 

Thor moved over to the consul of the ship flicking a couple of switches as his grin spread before looked at Loki “Oh no nothing, just surprised you came back at all. How are you feeling, alright?”

Loki cocked his head “What is this? Why are you acting like this?” 

“Answer my question” Thor said.

“What? I’m fine.”

“Are you? No, injuries, pains...burning-”

Loki’s eyes widened in surprise “What do you know?!” Loki quickly moved to Thor, standing directly in front of him as Thor laughed, grabbing Loki’s shoulders. 

“It is true then! Your hands burning isn’t it? Just like theirs?”

Loki stared at his brother in silence unsure of what to say, only one question burning in his mind “Who are they?” he asked, his voice surprisingly quiet. 

Thor’s grin faded into a small smile as he patted Loki’s arm. Thor knew of Loki’s secret yearning for a soulmate. A yearning he’s had ever since they were children. 

“Y/n L/n” he said your name. A sense of familiarity fell over Loki, he knew that name. 

“Y/n L/n” he repeated “You mean the Avenger?” 

Thor nodded. Loki thought for a moment before a sense of disdain fell over his features “Oh great” he sighed as he stepped away “One of the people that must clearly hate me. They were in New York, they know what I did. They-”

“Loki” Thor said, stopping his brother “They also know that you have changed”

Loki scoffed “Oh yes I’m sure they must think I’m a saint now.” he rolled his eyes.

“Not a saint.”

Your voice made Loki and Thor freeze as Loki slowly turned, looking at you as you stood at the entrance of the ship. Through Loki’s panic he had not even noticed the growing intensity of the burn. 

You took a step closer, before finishing your sentence “But not evil.” 

Loki straightened up, wincing slightly at the pulsing burn, he could tell you were were feeling it as well. Your hand clenched tightly. Loki looked over you, you were alluring. He never knew what, or who to picture when thinking of his soulmate. But as he saw you now, he felt nothing but relief and surprise. 

You, upon seeing Loki for the first time were surprised. You had seen photos and videos, but seeing him in person was different. He was much more attractive in person. 

Thor looked between the two of you, a sort of giddiness to his demeanor before he cleared his throat “Y/n, Loki. Loki, Y/n” he introduced you as he looked down at your hands. He looked between you as you and Loki looked at him. He gestured at you “Aren’t you going to shake hands?”

“You’re enjoying this too much” you commented, trying to push down the burning pain. Loki smiled slightly at your response to his brother. 

You met Loki’s eyes, before looking down at your hands. The only time the burning stops is when you touch your soulmate for the first time. The burning was growing still, now as you stood so close. 

Looking back up you see Loki looking at his own hands, the same amount of hesitation in his face. He cleared his throat “Well, there is nothing we can do about this you know” he met your eyes as he reached out his hand for you to take, wincing as the pain grew. 

You grimaced slightly at the burn before hesitantly reaching out. Your hands hovered next to each other as the burn seemed to sear into an electrical pulse. After another brief moment of hesitation you and Loki linked hands, the burning pain immediately fading into a cooling sensation.

You and Loki both let out a breath of relief as the pain finally stopped. 

Thor grinned as he clapped his hands together, making you and Loki look at him. Loki spoke “Y/n is right, you are enjoying this too much.” 

Thor shrugged his shoulders “An Avenger, and their first ever evil nemesis are soulmates, how can I not be enjoying it?”

You and Loki met eyes before looking down at your still linked hands, as you both pulled away, clearing your throats. 

“This is gonna be fun” Thor laughed out as he smacked both of you on the backs. 

“I hate you” Loki said with disdain, making you smile, which he did not fail to notice.

After a silent walk back to the main palace you retreated to the rooms where the SHIELD agents were working, Loki watching after you as you did so. 

“They hate me” he said, as Thor stood next to him.

“Well what do you expect?” Valkyrie said as she approached, having heard what he said “You did help to destroy their home didn’t you?”

Loki glared at her “Thank you for your in put but it would do much better if it remained unsaid.” 

She opened her mouth but Thor interrupted “Alright, here is what we are going to do. Tonight we will have a banquet, to celebrate and thank the SHIELD agents for coming and helping. Then, you can woo Y/n.” 

Loki stared at Thor for a moment before rolling his eyes and turning to leave, Thor calling after him. 

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Loki stared out at the crowd of people dancing and eating. Thor had the banquet held anyway. Loki looked around the groups of people, searching for you. His memory replaying Thor telling him to woo you. Loki rolled his eyes again at the thought. His heart seemed to skip a beat when his gaze landed on you. 

You were wearing Asgardian clothes for the banquet, and he could not help but think the golden colors suited you very well. He watched as you looked around, smiling at some Asgardians. He could tell you felt out of place, especially when you exited and made your way into the nearby gardens. 

Loki hesitated for a moment before he moved to follow you. He could not avoid you forever. He did not want to. 

You looked around at the newly grown and planted flowers, alien to Earth, but had a similar scent to a rose. You ran your fingers over the delicate petals before moving to sit on the edge of a large fountain. 

Looking up at the sky, you admired the bundles of shining stars, your mind playing over the events of the day. You squeezed your hand, as if trying to recall the feeling of the burn, now gone forever. 

As if summoned by the memory, you heard Loki’s voice, bringing you from your thoughts “Are you alright?” 

He stood in front of you, straight, arms behind his back as he gazed at you “What?” you asked. 

“It’s just that I saw you left the banquet quite early” he took a few steps closer, as he ran his fingers over one of the flowers, peaking at you as he did so. 

You found yourself smiling lightly at his apparent concern “I’m alright, it is just, I’m not used to dining with people from another world who clearly do not know how to act around me.”

He smiled, knowing that many Asgardians thought of humans as inferior, though now it was the humans coming to their aid. He looked around the area “I wish you would have been able to see Old Asgard, it was quite magnificent.” 

“I’ve heard stories. I wish I had been able to see it too. But maybe you’ll be able to make this new planet look similar.” 

“Perhaps” he looked at you. 

You met his eyes for a moment, seeing that there was something else he wanted to say but was hesitant “You want to ask me something” you stated, seemingly catching him off-guard. 

He smiled slightly before turning away “Uh, you said before, that you do not see me as a saint, but also not evil” he hesitated before turning back to you “Why?”

You stared at him for a moment “Why?” you repeated.

“Yes” he took a step closer to you now “I...after what I did to New York”

“New York was years ago. And it was put into much worst shape after Thanos. Besides...Thor has told me what you’ve done since. You helped him with the Dark Elves, and then with Hela. If you did that, then surely you aren’t evil. And I know New York was not your idea. So. I know you are not evil, maybe not entirely good. But also, not bad.” 

Loki remained silent for a moment before speaking quietly “Ever since I first felt the burn in New York, I’d convinced myself that you hated me. Though I am sure, back then, you did.” 

“Yes. I did, but I got over it. Besides...I’m a sucker for a redemption story.” You smiled at him. Not a smile of pity, but a friendly, genuine smile. Loki felt his heart in his throat, and for the first time, he genuinely felt the desire for redemption. 

Loki sat down beside you, glancing up at the starry sky “For...as long as I remember, I wondered where my soulmate was, for thousands of years I waited for the burn, eventually I was convinced I did not have one. My mother, Frigga, used to tell me to be patient, that, no matter how long I had to wait. It would be worth it.” He looked over at you, meeting your curious eyes “I...am not sure, if I can fully redeem what I have done, but...I could try.” 

A smile spread across your face “I can help, if you want.” 

“It would take a long time.” 

“I have all the time in the galaxy.” you said, making him quirk his brow. “You aren’t the only immortal here you know.” 

His face showed his surprise “But, you’re from Earth?”

“Yes, but I’m what is considered an enhanced, I have a mutation, that makes me immortal. I’m older than I look.” you smiled. 

He was speechless for a moment before letting out a chuckle “Well then” Meeting your eyes again, he looked down at your hand, before reaching his out, palm up. You placed your hand softly in his as he lifted it too his lips and pressed a gentle kiss to your knuckles. “I suppose we really do have all the time we need.” 

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You asked for touya thirst. How about a brother touya where he sees his sister in cat keyhole underwear that was hidden under a virgin killing sweater!!!

Also I don’t know if you write for stain, but can I request him eating out his sister after she complains to a friend (over a phone call which he hears) about how her boyfriend sucked at it?

I’m gonna have to very gently deny the Stain- I like his character, but he’s just not someone I personally lewd!

But I absolutely will write something for the Touya thirst!

tags/warnings: tw incest, voyeurism, masturbation, some misogyny, uhhh idk what to call it but reader’s friend feeling her up,

“Oh, that looks so cute on you!”

“Really? I wasn’t sure about it- I don’t usually wear this sort of thing...”

“No, it looks great- really! Your boyfriend will love that!”

Touya rolls his eyes at the chattering going on next door and stretches his arms over his head, yawns and scratches at his stomach.

He needs a smoke and a beer and a break from all the giggling going on in his little sister’s room- you and your pain in the ass friend have been chatting non-fucking-stop since coming home from shopping and he’s starting to get fucking annoyed with it.

This house is always too goddamn loud.

Touya huffs as another round of gentle giggling sounds and rolls his eyes, pushes himself up from his computer chair. There’s more giggling whenever he opens his bedroom door and Touya clicks his tongue at it, pulls out a cigarette and lights it up.

That’s a little better.

Your door is open just a crack whenever he passes by and Touya’s eyes flick to it on instinct.

Well, well- what’s this?

Usually, Touya would just head on and ignore you- he doesn’t really give a shit about his little sister and he definitely doesn’t give a shit about your friends. But getting a glimpse of soft hands running up your waist has him pausing and Touya’s brow raises as he watches your friend nuzzle into your neck, as he watches soft breasts push against your bared back.

Well...that’s kinda hot.

And what you’re wearing is kinda hot too. Usually you’re dressed kinda frumpy- sweaters and long skirts, woolen tights- a real Fuyumi 2.0. But the little number you’re wearing is far from the usual- it’s a sweater, kinda, but it’s backless and cut so the soft swell of your breasts are teased, cut so the littlest bit of ruffled lace peeks above the hem and flaunts a glance of your panties.

Touya has never seen you wear something like that before.

Shit- when did his little sis get such a hot bod?

Touya takes a drag of his cigarette as he spies on you- eyes half-shut as he takes in the way your friend runs her fingers up your side and makes you squirm against her, laugh.

Well, that’s fuckin’ hot too- he didn’t know your little friend was so handy with you. He didn’t know you like having another girl feel you up like that.

What about your boyfriend? Does he know that you let the little slut press herself against you like that? Does he get to watch that? Do you let her do even more?

Touya’s half-hard before he even knows it and he licks his lips as he realizes what a whore his frump of a sister is.

He would have never guessed it.

But, then again, he’s never really paid attention to you either.

“Come on, let’s see what that dress you bought looks like on you!”

Touya’s lips quirk in disappointment when your friend pulls away, but he doesn’t move an inch as he watches you nod, as he watches your hands grip the hem of your sweater thing. You pull it off without any thought and Touya’s teeth chomp down hard on his cigarette as your body is revealed, as your tits drop into view and he gets an eyefull of his little sister’s chest.

Fuck, your tits are sweet- they look so soft and nice, just how he likes ‘em.

Touya swallows as he looks you over- cock growing harder and his hand twitching at his side.

What the fuck have you been doing hiding those away? You should be flaunting those sweet tits instead of covering them up like a prissy little cunt.

“Hey- have you gone up a cup? I swear they were smaller before!”

If Touya was a lesser man, he’d groan as your friend’s hands latch onto your tits and gives them a squeeze. He does breathe in deep at the sight, though, and he does reach down to squeeze his cock through his sweats whenever you squeal and laugh- head tilting back with a giggle and your cheeks flaring with a cute little flush.

Fuck, your nips are getting hard- you must be real sensitive.

“I think so! My bras are a little tight these days.”

“Aw, I’m so jealous! Give me some!”

Another laugh and more squirming from you, more giggling as your friend pouts and hooks her chin over your shoulder. There’s some more banter, but Touya doesn’t hear it- he’s much too busy wrapping his hand around his cock and eyeing your tits hungrily, much too busy watching the way the soft flesh spills between the gaps of your friend’s fingers when she gives them another squeeze.

Fuck, that’s hot.

You’re both such little sluts. He bets you’ve made out before. He bets if he got a drink or two in you both you’d end up tangled up in bed together- lips locked and cunts rocking against each other.

God, he wants to see that.

Touya grits his teeth and the filter of his cigarette gets ground down, ashes fall to the floor as he pumps his cock.

A little giggle slips from you and you turn around only to flash your panties at him.

God, those are hot too- they’re all ruffle trimmed and cute with little ears poking up on the backside. He’s seen them before on e-sluts and kittenplay whores and, fuck, he almost wishes you had the top to match and some ears too.

Yeah, you’d look real cute done up like that- he bets you’d be a good little kitten; all obedient and soft with a tight little cunt and an eager mouth. He bets you’d whine like a whore if he put a collar around your neck, if he popped a fat tail plug up your cute ass.

Shit. Shit he’d like to see that.

You disappear from view and Touya scowls when you reappear in a modest dress- the calf reaching thing hiding all the sweet assets he’s just been made privy to.

You and your friend chatter and Touya loses interest in that, turns right around and heads back to his room.

He doesn’t give a shit about you and that little slut talking about your college professors and upcoming dates- he’d rather see you stripped naked again.

Touya huffs as he enters his room and tosses his cigarette into a half-empty bottle of gatorade. When he throws himself on the bed, he stuffs his hand back down his pants and groans as he fists his cock, gives it a stroke.

Fuck, now he’s gonna have you on his mind all night- now he’s gonna be jackin’ off to you until his cock is too sensitive to do anymore. He’s gonna be thinkin’ about your soft tits and cute ass, how you’d look all fucked out underneath him.

Touya grunts and his hips fuck against his fist as another round of giggles sound next door, his mind dances with the image of your half-naked body.

God, fuck, maybe he should have been paying attention to you after all.

Touya jerks himself off to the thought of his little sister and he groans as schemes of getting you into his bed runs through him, as he gets off to his little sister without any shame or hesitation.

[footballerimaginess]

Hunter Calvert Lewin

Baby Series 2.0 7. Giving Birth  Dominic Calvert Lewin  Word Count: 710 Don’t worry for those squeamish I won’t be mentioning too many details lol. “I know you are giving birth and everything, But do we need your whole entire make up bag?” Dom moaned as he packed the boot of the car. “Yes I do. I need it. You never know when I need it. So that is why it is going in the boot. I, YOUR wife is about to give birth and you are moaning. Shut it Dominic” you sighed as you felt a contraction coming. 

“Shit, grab my hand” Dom panicked as you could see him starting to act all flustered as he jumped in the car. You dug your nails into his hand. “Bab-ee that’s fine” Dom smiled, instantly regretting his words.  “If you moaned that I dared to hurt you, I don’t think you will be seeing another day” you glared straight at him. Dom just nodded, now he knew he needed to not speak as that’s what was for the best.  Arriving at the hospital with what felt like it took an eternity. You were exhausted and the contractions hadn’t even barely started yet. It was so painful already, Dom was stressing out over every little thing.  The midwife walked you and Dom into the room as they made you feel comfortable in the room. “Can you help me get into my clothes please?” you asked Dom as he nodded. - Hours had passed, you were feeling awful. The contractions were fully coming in now. Dom was the perfect birthing partner for you, you were slightly stressing him out. You weren’t in the mood to eat while Dom on the other hand he was just eating everything in sight.  “Dom, can you crunch those crisps a little quieter please” you groaned, throwing your head back as the midwife walked in. “Oh” Dom mumbled. “Is he bothering you?” she asked. “Yes” you moaned. She laughed. “Don’t worry Dom, happens very often. Just the hormones, it’s okay” she excused you.  “You are 5 centimetres dilated y/n, you have quite a way to go yet. But will you be wanting a epidural?” you nodded. “Yes please” you smiled as you couldn’t refuse it as the pain was coming in a lot stronger now.  Dom came around and held your hand as the doctor came in and gave you the injection. “That feels so weird” you winced as you tightly held his hand.  The hours were going so slowly, all you wanted to do was eat. But you felt so rubbish to be eating. “Dommm, this is taking so long” you sighed as you huffed and decided you needed to sit on the big bouncy ball, the only way that was going to help you.  - The midwife came in again and checked up on you, just as you were trying to sleep. “Sorry” she mumbled as you just nodded, not opening your eyes. “She is exhausted, she hasn’t been sleeping much at all. Maybe for the last few weeks” Dom told her. “Aww I am sorry for waking you up. I hope baby is coming soon”  “Finally you are ready to push, come on y/n. You can do this and baby will be here in no time” you smiled as Dom stood beside you and grabbed your hand as you tightly as you could.  “Push baby, you got this” Dom cheered you on as you gave one final push.  You heard baby cries as your newborn son was put on your bare chest. “Welcome to the world” the midwife smiled as she cleaned him up. You looked over to Dom who was an emotional wreck. “I am so proud of you baby”  The midwife took your baby back from you and weighed him. “6lb 5oz. Congratulations to the pair of you” she smiled as she excused herself while you took some photos.  “Welcome to the world, Hunter Calvert Lewin. He is so cute, I bet he will have such curly hair like you” you grinned as he kissed you.  “I cannot stop looking at him, I am honestly so proud of you darling. You never fail to amaze me. Hunter is so cute, I can’t get over it. I want to just tell the whole world” Dom laughed. “I know, but I want just us for a bit longer” he nodded.  Taglist: @footballffbarbiex​​​​ @evie-pr​​​​ @sanchos-dream​​​​ @meteora-fc​​​​ @mrsmctominay​​​ @penguintransporter​​​ @football-and-fanfics​​​ @footballdaydream​​​​ @hotyeehawman​​​​ @trentski26​​​ @footballxixstars​​​​ @hazardybala​​​​ @yagetintoit​​​​ @chilly-me-softly​​​ @pickfordsmount​​ @kingneyney @domspeach​ @bellinghamsbitch​ @mrspulisic10​ 

[liitlesunshiine]

High on the clock

Quirkless AU - Toya Todoroki

Warnings: cursing, drug use, anxiety, panic attack mention, suggestive themes, slight sexual themes 

A fun light hearted fic. Definitely enjoyed writing this piece so I hope you guys enjoy reading it. ^.^ It’s flirty n cute n Toya is a total bae. <3 

You and Toya are coworkers who try making the most out of your shitty job. 

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“Goddd this place fuckin blows.” You groaned in frustration sitting across Toya. 

“As if I didn’t know that already,” he sleeplishly replied. 

You never intended on working in this shit show of a store for as long as you have but yet, here you were two wasted years later. You had high hopes after graduation but it seems no job wants to hire someone with no experience and you can’t get any experience since you can’t get an actual job that’ll provide it. So it’s forced you in this sort of awkward limbo and vicious cycle of going back and forth. You’ve been stuck wearing this shitty bright uniform with a barely livable wage and terrible hours. Miserable every second of the day, with the constant guilt eating at you for being so complacent. 

Of course there were a few exceptions.

Of course… Like the highly attractive coworker you spent most of your time here with. Days spent with Toya were significantly better than the days spent without Toya. In fact, if it weren’t for him, you’d probably wouldn’t have lasted as long as you had here. Because man, when days were good they were ok, but when the days were bad, they were really fucking bad.  Some in which you were ready to burn down everyone and everything yet the sweet, hot, god-like Toya would make you melt with his cute quirky smile and meet your eyes with his own that you would absolutely drown in and next thing you know, you had completely forgotten about what you were upset over. Now, it’s just a bonus that he meets your sarcasm with his own, the both of you have always had this flirty like atmosphere that neither of you are willing to acknowledge but low key kinda know there’s an underlying sexual tension there. It was strange how well you both got along, the average onlooker would assume nothing more than a simple boyfriend and girlfriend relationship but it was really just mutual likability and connection between the two of you. Days with Toya were simply good days. And you were absolutely grateful for someone like him because god knows how terrible it’d really be here without him.

“Why don’t we make this night a bit memorable,” Toya who was right next to you behind the counter, gives you a side wink and unzips the company jacket to reveal a small ziplock within the pocket. Andddddd long behold it’s weed! You chuckle to yourself, never getting tired of Toya’s shenanigans. Very much appreciated as he’s best form of entertainment here. 

“Toya we almost got caught last time, you really wanna risk it again?” Your words ran on deaf ears as he was already rolling up the blunt underneath the counter, “what’s the worst they can do? Fire us?” You stopped for a second and nodded, well he wasn’t wrong. Maybe this was the push you needed to finally leave this shit hole. “You got a point, let’s do it quick before someone comes in.” 

While this is a 24 hour convenience store, usually pass 1am, rarely anyone is inside. So you suppose it wouldn’t be too bad of an idea. Plus with Toya your bound to have a good time, who are you to deny him. You trusted in him enough to get away with his bs. 

“Pass the lighter doll,” you fished for the lighter that was nicely decorated with little blue flames over in your small book bag and passed it to him. He holds the blunt between his two hands and you duck underneath the counter with him. “Ladies first,” he cockily said, you lean forward and placed your mouth on the blunt while he held it for you. He always did this and it always felt oddly intimate to you. Couldn’t help the warm fuzzy feeling in your chest taking over when his glass like eyes gazed over you. They always made you curious and somehow hungry for knowledge of his life. You’ve never knew someone so well yet know nothing of them, but that’s always been enigma of Touya. You exhaled closing your eyes, attempting to calm your nerves. “You know the only time I ever smoke is on the job with you.” He smirked bringing the blunt to his own lips, “guess I’m a bad influence then.” 

You snorted and rolled your eyes. “Everyone needs a lil spice in their life, no?” It was his turn to roll his eyes. You gently grabbed his wrist and led the blunt back to your lips again, he stared quietly at you. Which oddly made you tense up. “Don’t look at me like that,” you smiled. 

“Like what?” He smiled. 

“Like I’m the most beautiful girl in the world that you can’t live without.” Now you both laughed. This was the usual routine with Toya; cracking jokes and talking shit for a bit and simply enjoying each other’s company while the store was empty. He finally broke the trance you were in when he spoke up. 

“You know, having my father kick me out of the house wasn’t so bad after all,” Toya leaned in. 

You looked at him with a puzzled look, he never brings up his father. Whenever the conversation appeared it was quickly diverted elsewhere. You didn’t want to poke or intrude but curiosity got the best of you and you couldn’t help but want to continue the conversation. “Yea? Why is that?” You wondered. His father, from what you’ve been able to gather with the little bits Toya has mentioned here and there, was that supposedly his father is some CEO to a multi million dollar company. Odd considering the likes to where Toya ended up but you concluded that they must’ve ended in bad terms. You understood how cruel and selfish parents can be and didn’t need further explanation on that part. Easy to assume considering how poorly and little he speaks of him. He shut your ideas off with his simple response. 

“I wouldn’t be smoking a blunt with the world’s most beautiful girl under this shitty counter, if it weren’t for it.” Ha, that definitely caught you off guard, causing a light blush to form across your face. Even with a seeming sensitive topic he still manages to tease you. He’s got that cheeky smile plastered all over, “Got you choked up doll?” You rolled your eyes. You were about to tell him off before the door rang indicating that someone has entered the store. You snapped out of the haze and immediately got up to quickly realize that the person who entered was one of the regional managers, oh fuck. You nearly froze in fear and kicked Toya under the counter. “Ow the fuck was that for?” He looked at you while soothing the kick you just gave him but upon looking at your panicked expression and frenzied body, he quickly crushed the blunt and shoved it back inside the pocket of his jacket. He didn’t need to be told or explained which you greatly appreciated at the moment. Toya was always able to read the room, bless his soul. He clumsily got back up to which you had fixed his crooked hat and whispered into his ear to tuck his shirt in while covering him slightly to do so.

“Hi-ya hello, good afternoon, I mean good evening sir.” You embarrassedly stumbled over your words to which Toya snickered at. You kicked him again harder this time as discreetly as you could. On the verge of a panic attack. He gripped tightly at the counter, smiling at the man in front of you both. Hissing silently at the pain your kick caused him. He gave you a quick side eye nodding his head in disapproval. Which somehow made you feel drastically worse. 

“Good evening to you both, I’m sure you know who I am.” 

You responded a bit too hastily looking like a rabid chihuahua. “Yes! Yea. Of course we do, how are you? What brings you in at this time? It’s so late.” You manage to say within 2.0 seconds, the automatic robotic customer service attitude overtaking your body. Well- at least trying to considering you just had a 30-minute smoke sesh under the counter and your mind is  desperately trying to sober up. Honestly, what the fuck was he doing here at this time? This has never happened and I mean out of all the hours of the day. Oh yea, you’re definitely getting fucked, the smell of weed was so pungent, it was literally embarrassing how bad the situation looks. You wanted to cry. Toya’s eyes were stained red and you only assumed yours look worse. 

“Gotten a few complaints about this store recently. Wanted to come in and take a look.” You began to get a cold sweat, oh shit he knows, he definitely knows. You had words lodged in your throat that couldn’t come out. What could you say? What can you say? You’re in the wrong here. Everyone knows that smoking weed with your cool and kinda hot coworker under the counter is definitely not ok. Maybe even illegal, oh god what if this gets on your record. You’ll definitely not be able to get a professional job, then you’ll really get stuck working a even shitter job than this. Oh good oh god oh my god. 

As if sensing the absolute panic and anxiety off of you, Toya gently caressed your arm motioning you to relax and to stay silent. You recognized the wave that washed over him and instantly knew he’d handle the situation, he always does. And if you could die in his arms right now, you’d accept your fate happily. Toya was an interesting man oh right, you always believed he held such potential to do great things and even change the world. It doesn’t make sense really considering you both work at a basic job but you had come to secretly admire the guy. You’d would tell him too, how you believed in him, how you had so much confidence for him to become something great but he would always shut it down and brush it off like it was nothing.  It was as if he didn’t think he was good enough. It always bugged you that he thought so little of himself, but seeing him now causally and confidently bullshit the regional manager out of your current situation just simply reminded you of how special he was to you. Definitely got your pussy wet and made you eternally grateful too.

Toya was standing in front of the counter, making hand gestures while the manager just stared analyzing his words. You were completely z0ned out, only able to get parts of the conversation. 

“We’ve been having this customer appear at the store over and over again around this time of night harassing me and Y/N. We’ve considered calling the cops since he’s always high off his mind, we’ve caught him smoking in the bathroom on multiple occasions too. He was in here about 15 minutes ago and we haven’t been able to get rid of the smell.” 

Ah the beautiful lies that slipped through Toya’s lips sounded like a symphony. It was nothing short of comedic and yet so fucking Oscar-worthy. You could definitely pay this man to tell you lies he with how effortlessly convincing he was. You couldn’t even care to listen to what the manager was responding with, but on his way out he waved at you wishing you a goodnight and you sighed out with relief. 

Toya turns to you clasping his hands together “well there’s gonna be a security guard here for the next two weeks.” You laughed “I guess that’s better than getting fired huh.” 

“I’m not sure about that,” he chuckled. “I texted Shigs to come and take over the rest of our shift.” 

You looked at him confused, “how come? Either way, do you think he’ll be ok alone here?”

Toya slipped his phone into his pocket and walked back to you “yea he doesn’t give a fuck. Besides you look pale fucking white, guess this guy sobered your ass up real quick.” 

You attempted to glare angrily at him but it came off as a soft puppy look. You had no energy nor the strength to pretend. It feels like you just got whiplash from the rollercoaster you were on. Figured it was no use in lying considering you looked like you just went through it. “Yea, I still feel high as shit, I just wanna go home already, only thing this guy gave me was a fat fucking headache.” 

He ruffled the top of your head, “awe poor baby,” he said in a teasing tone, he inched up right beside you, “I got something that can help with that.” You jokingly pushed him off you, tying to ignore the warm feeling pooling under your stomach. Your mind was definitely thinking something dirty with a million miles per second and with how he handled today’s situation you’d be more than willing to give him whatever he pleased, but you pretended to cast aside those intrusive thoughts and act unfazed. “Shit don’t tell me you got Advil on you too?” 

He chuckled lightly nodding is head down, “got something even better doll.” He scoots up next to you and grabs a bottle of excedrin underneath the counter, passing it to you. You excitedly open it taking two pills out “oh my god I didn’t know we had some underneath here, yes thank you. You're definitely my hero today Toya.” As if y’all didn’t work in a convenience store that had if not all types of medicines. It was the effort that made it special though, it’s what brought that bright goofy smile of yours to light.  

You weren’t able to see the blush that formed on his cheeks while you swallowed the two pills. “Yea I remember you telling me you get headaches n shit and I know this medicine helps with it.” He was scratching the back of his head awkwardly. He never really handles compliments well but you tippy toed over to him and wrapped your arms softly around his neck. “I appreciate it Toya, that was really thoughtful. Thank you.” 

If you didn’t see his previous blush you definitely noticed this one, which in turn lead you to blush. But you couldn’t miss this opportunity- “AWE is lil Toya blushing. So cute brings me back to my middle school days.” That caused a loud laugh to come out of you both. “Shut it.” he quickly and quietly said. 

“Am I interrupting something.” You and Toya quickly untangled from each other trying to play off the slight tension in the air. 

“Errrr um.. Hey Shiggy, thanks for uh coming in.” You awkwardly stumbled, you never really got along with him so there was always this weird loud silence between the both of you. He already seemed to be annoyed, per usual.  The sloppy blue hair all tangled looking greasy and his patchy skin looking irritated and flaky as usual. He definitely was not amused or happy to be here. Well when was her ever. You’ve yet to seen the man smile. 

“Whatever.” He takes a sip from his metal bottle and walks over to the counter. 

“Shiggy you the man, thanks for pulling up bud.” Toya pats him in the back and Shigaraki shuttered. “Don’t touch me,” he flatly said. He glared at you both. 

“You guys can go leave and fuck now.” The words caught you instantly by surprise and you got completely red. “That’s not what were gonn- ugh whatever like it matters.” With that, you and Toya clock out and leave the store with Shigaraki sending daggers at your back.

“He’s always acting like such a bitch.” You annoyingly complained. 

Toya puts his arm around your shoulder pulling you closer to him “he ain’t so bad when you get to know him.” 

“I guess.” You rolled your eyes, you didn’t really care. You were more relieved to have finally left. He can rot in the store by himself for all you care. Not you or Toga would miss him. 

“So,” Toya glided with his words, itching you closer to him. He was leading the way in this position with you happily following. Not knowing the destination but feeling completely at peace with his form completely snug at your side. You comfortably wrapped your arm around his waist and gently placed your head in the crook of his neck. This was nice you thought, you and Toya were always this intimate when alone. No hesitation or awkwardness, just simply holding hands and sharing body heat as friends with the underlying passion waiting to burst and to be acknowledged. But nothing ever felt rushed, not with Toya. You stared at him from this angle, taking in his beautiful effortless features. His lashes looked so long as you stared in slight jealousy, his hair a perfect black mess with hidden red roots if you stared long enough, and his eyes. Man, you could write poems and sing songs with how the eyes stirred up some emotion you can't quite pin down. Always causing an eruption of feelings you can barely control. 

You felt the warmth from his breath when he spoke, “wanna go to back to my place and finish that blunt? Would love nothing more than to see the world’s most beautiful girl on my bed.” 

You blushed and nodded looking at those piercing blue eyes once again “well, when you look at me like that I guess I can’t say no.” 

Maybe this time you would finally show Toya just how special he really is to you. 

[svnarintaro]

middle blocker/libero cuddling hcs !!

a/n: you guys really do like m writing about cuddling :// so gotta do some funsies 

tsukkishima kei

- he thinks he is too good for cuddles in public

- the moment you two are alone he will nudge at you until you give him what he wants 

- he likes spooning you

- or having lie on him

- he likes cuddling being a quiet time

- like meditation 

- he likes listening to all the sounds of breathing so he will hold you close and tell you to shut up when you try to even talk

you had your head pressed against tsukkishima’s chest, the sun was down. you heard how calm his heartbeat was, he was slowly falling asleep with the weight of your head on is body. “kei..” you mumbled out only to have a soft voice groan out, ‘shut up’ to make you quiet down. 

you silently giggled at his reaction. the two of you had a solid date that day walking around and shopping. you could practically see how he was seeking sleep at the moment. you reached up to cup his delicate cheeks and smiled. he took off his glasses and kissed your lips.

hinata shouyo

- ball of sunshine here likes to be held 

- he also just likes being physical with you 

- he likes to giggle a lot 

- a chatter box here loves to tell you all the reasons why he loves you 

- he loves telling you all the things he finds beautiful about you

- his favourite position is spooning 

- little spoon but he does all the talking as he kisses your fingertips 

“y/n..” hinata whispered in hopes to not scare you. you hummed to indicate that you were listening to him, “do you know how much i cherish you?” you hugged him a little tighter, “shouyo.. you tell me all the time..” you giggled out as you nuzzled your head into the back of his head. 

“i don’t think that there are any amount of words that could describe how much i love you,” he breathed out as he kissed your fingertips. you felt his chapped lips. “sho.. you sap, look at me,” you smiled and you came face to face with him and you kissed his nose. “i love you too.” you loved him and rested your chin on his head and cradled him in your arms.

yamaguchi tadashi 

- i am actually a total believer that he is actually a big spoon

- he likes holding you instead of being held

- he is a total softie alert 

- he likes holding you in his sleep 

- he does drool but if he gets any on you he will apologize and do anything for you the following morning 

yamaguchi and you finally got home form a long game, “y/n.. i don’t know why you do this anyways.. i barely play-” you shushed him and smiled at him longingly, “tadashi i go because i support you in everything that you do.” you hugged him as tight as you could to show that you were totally serious. 

“i’m not the star player you know y/n.. i don’t want to waste your time..” he sighed out as he patted your head. “tadashi, if i am with you my time is well spent,” you kissed his cheek the two of you drifted off to sleep in each others arms.

tendou satori

- chatterbox 2.0

- his legs move a lot 

- i know he is a person that would tell you all the things that happened

- he teases you relentlessly but in a cute way 

- he is the type of person that likes to keep you close but then when you need to pee he will let you go 

- he likes putting stupid movies on the background as the two of you make fun of the movie together 

- ushijima has walked in on the two of you once and he just said ‘nice’ and left

“tori why are we watching shrek again?” you groaned out, “correction.” he sassed and snapped in a z motion, “it is shrek the musical. you heard that? the musical.” he hopped into the bed and wrapped his arms around you. “i feel like i am dating a child.” you sighed out as you got comfotable in his arms. 

“well you signed up for this months ago~ and now you’re attached to me~” he peppered kisses on your face, “tori.. let me watch.. i’m mad at you..” you groaned and playfully pushed him away. you felt his body continuing to press against you, “y/n you know that i just want to have a fun a time with you here with me~” the red head teased and kissed your forehead. “tori we are practically with each other cause you are that clingy,” you teased back. “all to be better for you my dear.” he smiled and cradled you aggressively as the two of you watched the rest of the movie.

nishinoya yuu

- he likes facing you 

- like he loves to just look at you 

- compliments until the end of time 

- he likes being super intimate but the moment you get into his face and tell him how attractive he is he blushes 

- he likes cuddling a lot but the most memorable moments is when he just wakes up he gets all romantic

- he will stroke you r cheek in pure admiration 

the light peaked through the blinds, after a night hanging out with noya late at night the two of you crashed as soon as you two saw a couch. your back ached in pain but you let it go, “hey there you little munchkin why are you up?” a voice broke through your train of thought. 

 “you’re the one tat wanted mcdonalds at 3 am you idiot,” you complained as you cuddled closer to the libero, “well in my defence.. yeah i got nothing,” he pressed his lips to a think line. you laughed at his empty mindedness and kissed his cheek, “for you..” you looked into his eyes, “i would do anything for you.” and the two of you cuddled in your little world for as long as you pleased.

yaku morinosuke

- he is actually a big spoon o.O

- like he will refuse to be a small spoon 

- cause he never wants to be belittled for his height 

- but he just wants to hold you 

- i know for a fact he likes to cuddle with the window open so you can come closer

- but in reality he is the one tha moves cause he gets colder

“can we close the window?”  yaku asked as he moved closer to your body, “yaku you literally opened it an hour ago and now you want it closed?” you teased as you saw his face slowly turn into a subtle pink colour, “i- i didn’t mean to.. y- you know..” you saw as you embarrassed him even further.

“you just have been so stressed lately yaku..” you patted his back and played with his hair, “i’m getting worried here.” you admitted and sunk deeper into his warm body. the boy chuckled as he cuddled you even closer, “don’t worry.. you relive me from all of my doubts and worries..” he kissed your nose as he gave you the warm smile you’ve known forever.

[cdroloisms]

as of yet unnamed ghost!dream au

here’s some of a ghost!dream au that i’ve been working on for the last few days!! it’s been Fun - definitely one of my favorite current aus, along w/ vegas team 2.0 and others. it’s a really ,, bittersweet c!sam + c!dream centric au that’s equal parts fluffy and messed up, and my goal is to (somehow) wrangle this mess into some sort of happy ending 

anyway, i hope you all enjoy!! definitely look out for more of this in the future, and a future name change when i get around to thinking of one that Fits lmao 

tw: blood, violence, implied torture, abuse, description of dead bodies, unhealthy relationships, emotional distress, unhealthy coping mechanisms, grief, death, dehumanization

Sam woke up to fifty pounds of fur smacking him in the face.

He startled, stumbled to awareness as he struggled to breathe from the newfound weight on his chest. It took a few moments for his vision to clear up enough to see what was right in front of him, but his lips quirked up in a small smile as Fran sat, self-satisfied, with her paws pressed against his collarbones, looking for all the world like she was priding herself in her win.

"Yeah, yeah, laugh it up." He ran a hand through the fur on her head, got a bark in return. The smile dropped, however, when his brain - still foggy with sleep - began to drag itself into awareness, bringing with it a whole slew of unpleasant memories that largely made him want to crawl back under the covers for another week, please.

Fran barked again, headbutted him insistently, and he pushed away the thoughts with a bleary shake of his head. As much as he wanted to avoid his responsibilities, experience had taught him otherwise, and what was he without his duty, now?

He was halfway through the process of putting on his armor when he realized, hands falling from the straps they had been readjusting, lips pulled into a thin line.

Oh.

Right.

Fran barked again, probably noticing his hesitance, making a point of ramming her head into the backs of his legs again when he stood still for a little too long. Sam stared at his hands for a moment, then another, before going to undo the fastenings of his netherite chestplate and hang it back up on the stand.

He wouldn’t be needing those for a while, would he?

“Hey girl.” He kneeled down to scratch Fran by the ears, smiling softly when she closed her eyes in satisfaction. He usually didn’t have any time to spend with her, not with him needing to check on the prisoner in the morning to make sure he would be ready for Quackity’s visits at noon and his afternoons usually filled with his work at Las Nevadas and on his own bank and keeping the prisoner alive-

Sam breathed out a little too harshly, reaching for the Warden’s communicator he kept tucked in his chest pocket. The same words stared at him in the morning light, clear and damning.

Dream was slain by Quackity using [Warden’s Will].

It had been an accident, in the end. He hadn’t been listening well enough, Quackity’s shouts blending with Dream’s ragged screams making up the same painful two-note song that filled most of his days, when the cell - steadily growing in sound for the past hour, as Quackity (inevitably) became more desperate and the prisoner (inevitably) forwent any attempts at holding back his pain - suddenly went silent.

The quiet itself was enough to raise his hackles, have him reaching for a pearl as he clicked open his communicator; the quiet “Sam?” from Quackity only made them rise more.

By the time he reached the other side, his communicator was already buzzing with the notification he’d known would appear, in the end, and Dream was lying still with a sword shoved through his chest.

---

Sam hadn’t really reacted, when he first realized. He set upon the task of cleaning up the aftermath much the same way as he approached everything nowadays, quick, efficient, and methodical. He sent Quackity away to wash off the worst of the blood, not bothering to follow him across the lava; it’s not like there was any prisoner that could take advantage of the loosened security, anymore. With the winged man gone, he resigned himself to the job of dealing with the remains of the prisoner.

In the heat of the lava, the body hadn’t even cooled yet, the blood flowing from it- him- whatever, still warm to the touch. Sam eased off the cracked remains of the mask, heart momentarily seizing at the sight of the face underneath it; gaunt, pale, and stretched in memories of pain that it could no longer feel, it- he looked anything but peaceful. His eyes were still blown open in fright, bright green eyes long-dulled, a smattering of freckles over the bridge of his nose and cheekbones thrown in sharp relief from the paleness of his skin. Even with the scars on every visible inch of skin, he looked- young, like a scared kid, expression tortured even in death, and Sam could feel echoes of horror beating against his skull like a heartbeat. With a slightly shaking hand, he closed Dream’s eyes - the man was dead. It was the least he could do.

He must’ve spent a solid few minutes carefully bandaging each cut and gash, still sluggishly weeping blood - not that it meant anything, with him dead, but it felt - necessary, to at least give him this much dignity after death. He was covered in blood, some of it fresh, most of it not, but after wiping away the worst of it from his skin (his hair and clothes had been a lost cause for a long time), he almost looked- human. It wasn’t a perfect image; he was far, far too still to be anything like the Dream that Sam remembered, and there were more bandages than exposed skin, at this point, skin paper-white against the black of the obsidian floor and the air still thick with the smell of blood, but if he squinted a little he could almost imagine that Dream was only sleeping. That nothing had happened.

Nothing had happened.

Or at least- nobody could know what did happen. Not with Dream’s death meaning that the information of the revival book was lost forever, not when his death would open up a whole can of worms that both he and Quackity would be better off not having to deal with for the rest of time, thank you very much. Keeping it all a secret wouldn’t be that hard, all things considered; he could turn away visitors with the excuse of preventing something like Tommy’s death from happening again, and it’s not like anyone was particularly preoccupied with thinking about the conditions of the prisoner. He and Quackity would have to think of a better excuse in the future, but now wasn’t the time. All he had to do was get Dream’s body out of Pandora and away from people’s prying eyes; everything else could come after.

Picking up Dream took less effort than he expected; even though the man was a dead weight, he hardly seemed to weigh anything in Sam’s arms. Making their way out of the prison was much harder, but with a few well-placed enderpearls and the abuse of quite a few guard mechanisms, they were out under the night sky. It was a clear night: the moon nearly full, the stars bright and twinkling; it was the kind of night that Dream loved, once.

He bit back the thought as soon as it came. Dream was dead and those days were gone. There wasn’t any point of thinking about them, now.

He ended up carrying the man to a patch of forest against the beaches behind the prison, burying him without much fanfare and pulling out a piece of cobble to serve as a shoddy headstone. It was a small and lonely grave in the middle of a woods that no one ever visited, the cobblestone dull and easy to miss. Only Sam would know where it was.

He told himself that he didn’t care as he left, tridenting across the bay towards the community portal so he could finally go home and rest. It didn’t matter; hardly anyone had bothered visiting the man when he was alive. What would change with him dead?

Distantly, thunder rumbled.

---

It was strange, to have nowhere to go, reminded him of the early days when it was just him and Fran exploring and hollowing out the mountain for his base one block of stone at a time. He figured that it was about time that he and Fran went on a proper walk, anyway, and so after a light breakfast they were off - Fran running in front in leaps and bounds, tail a blur as she greeted every tree and rock by the house with the eager overfamiliarity that only a dog could have, Sam staying back and whistling whenever she came a little too close to harassing a fox or chicken or whatever mobs were out in the early morning. Every once in a while, she would run back, shoving her face into his hands as if to check in and say hello, and he would give her a couple assuring pats before she rocketed away again.

He definitely should’ve been doing this more often; a small rock of guilt settled in his gut at the sight of Fran’s clear exhilaration at being outside of the same four walls. Her room was as nice as he could make it - food and water kept in abundance, an assortment of toys scattered all over the floor, her bed covered in a collection of blankets she had claimed for her own - but with everything going on, he really hadn’t had the time to bring her on long walks and play with her as he should have. She looked happier than she’d been in months.

He looked up; Fran was in the process of running back towards him, again, and he opened his arms in anticipation of a flying ball of fur smacking him in the chest once more, when she froze. Paws digging into the grass, her head cocked to the side as her ears swiveled, pointed up and alert at some sound that Sam couldn’t hear. Her muscles tensed, and he stepped closer, hand reaching forward-

“Fran, don’t-”

Fran darted off into the forest, a white streak disappearing in the underbrush, and Sam muffled a yell as he moved to chase her. Her sprint sent fallen leaves flying up into the air, a trail of dust and destruction following her as she dashed deeper into the trees.

“Fran, get back here, what are you doing, stop running!”

Completely ignoring him, Fran continued to run ahead, turning suddenly to the right and sending Sam scrambling in an attempt to follow. Ducking out of sight past a collection of thickets into what appears to be a sunlit grove in the middle of the forest, she gave a sudden, triumphant-sounding bark.

“Fran, you really can’t be running off like this, girl, I don’t even know where we are-”

He froze.

Fran, bright white in the sunlight, was wagging her tail as she panted, tongue lolling out of her mouth, muzzle seemingly split in a wide grin. Her dark eyes looked up at Sam, bright and intelligent, and she barked again when he looked at her as if to ask him if he was proud of her discovery.

Just behind Fran, translucent in the light, stood a figure. They were short - only coming up to Sam’s waist, if that, and wore an oversized light-green hoodie that reached halfway down their hands and khaki shorts. Their hair seemed windswept, blown around by some nonexistent breeze, defying gravity as it floated in a messy halo around their head; they turned towards him, freckled cheeks immediately breaking out in a blinding smile.

“Sam!”

He watched, numbly, as the kid stumbled forward, tripping on nothing as they crashed into him, arms immediately going to wrap around his legs tightly. They looked up, shoulders shaking with small giggles, mouth open to show a gap-toothed grin - one that was far, far too familiar.

“Dream?”

“Hiya Sam! Didja miss me?” Dream giggled again, still looking up at Sam, and he felt something dark and cold, almost like guilt, rising in his throat as he met his gaze.

Dream’s eyes were pitch black.