#it needed to be as clean as possible for ease of coloring

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Day 20: Pastries🍰💕

Feel free to use it for coloring practice if u want! ^^💕 for digital artings, just set the layer effect to "multiply" and color on another layer under it👍 for traditional arting, print it out ahaha

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EPOXYSHİNE - DRAGON+ (5)

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[vitaminseetarot]

PAC Pick a Picture: Yes or No (or Maybe) 💚💙💜

Hey y'all, I'm back in time for the end of May with another pick a card reading. I thought that since it's been almost a year since my last yes or no reading, that now would be a good time to do my second one. Today, perhaps because of the last day of Mermay in part, I'm inspired by the colors green and blue (and some purple thrown in). I'll be using Mermaid Tarot for this reading. 🌎🧜‍♀️

Below, there are 12 images for you to choose from in a random color assortment, from left to right. Take a deep breath, pause, and relax all tension in your body before deciding what your question is. There are a lot of piles to choose from, so if you have a lot of questions, feel free to select them one at a time and read in any order you want.

Pile 1 - Hot Air Balloon Pile 2 - Peacock Tail Pile 3 - Plumbago Flowers (Light Blue) Pile 4 - Azurite Pile 5 - Grass Field Pile 6 - Lily Pad Pile 7 - Damselfly Pile 8 - Gentian Flowers (Dark Blue) Pile 9 - Blueberries Pile 10 - Blue Jay Pile 11 - Butterfly Pile 12- Mountain Bluebird

apologies for the misalignment in pics; this stock photo collage was initially for fun

Pile 1 - Hot Air Balloon

IX Hermit, 9 of Swords, 6 of Swords, XIII Death; 24 - Heal Thyself, 15. Adrift in Shallow Water

This pile is a No. You may be wanting to move forward with something, but the energy I'm picking up on is too closed inward and focused on the worst possible outcomes. You may need to detach from the situation if a decision is called for. Answers will more likely come to you when you are given the quietude and privacy needed to listen to your inner guidance system. It knows a lot more than it may let on, but you won't be able to hear it amidst the chaos.

"Take a few deep breaths and reconnect to your inner peace." This card is talking about using mindfulness to recenter the self. It is very difficult to make important decisions and move forward from a place of anxiety. Things are more likely to move in the direction you desire when you make plans from a calm and positive outlook. Once you're fully ready to move on, the tides will turn for you.

Pile 2 - Peacock Tail

4 of Pentacles, 4 of Cups, 6 of Cups, 7 of Pentacles; 13 - Awareness, 5. Change Direction With Ease

For you, this is a big Maybe. Your reading starts with two 4 cards which can indicate a state of stagnancy and lack of motion. With 6 of cups, you may be more focused on what's happened before than what could happen next. Remember that cycles don't always repeat themselves perfectly and giving something another go can reap potential success if you put in the proper dedication for it.

"You may be in for a surprise." 4 of Cups can talk about unforeseen surprises around the corner, so if you're able to keep your mind more ahead into the present and future rather than the past, you may be prepared to catch this surprise. This surprise could be the key to allowing things to flow through to a more desired resolution. Stay present for what's to come.

Pile 3 - Plumbago Flowers

XIX The Sun, XVIII The Moon, 3 of Cups, Queen of Cups; 7 - Clear Aura, 49. Be Insightful and Established

So this is a definite Yes with the Sun card coming out first! But then the Moon card popped up, which definitely surprised me. This combo doesn't often happen a lot! I think with this particular yes, you may be very excited to jump the gun and celebrate. But the Moon wants to remind you that as alluring as it may be to throw caution in the wind, it's important to keep your emotions leveled and even keeled. Your friends or community may also be affecting the choice or outcome; never mind their energy and stay true to what's in your own cup. Your intuition will guide you.

"Ground and realign your energy." Give yourself a clean fresh head start and look before you leap into anything. Lighten yourself from heavier energies. Make decisions from a place of solid reason rather than through the emotional frenzy that may surround you.

Pile 4 - Azurite

4 of Pentacles, Page of Swords, 2 of Cups, 5 of Pentacles; 14 - Grace, 42. Gentle Moderation

This pile is a very likely No. When I drew these cards, it was like rapid fire. All these cards came out at once. I feel there may be a lot of impatience, especially with the 4 of Pentacles. You may feel you've been waiting too long for something to come to fruition and you may be getting frustrated by the lack of results. With Page of Swords and 2 of Cups, I sense that there is an important lesson you must grasp before you can move ahead with this. It may have to do with communicating to your partner, friend, or coworker, or even asking for assistance.

"Take your time." Time is greatly emphasized in this pile. Before I drew this card and I saw Grace, I thought, "grace period." So you may be in or soon getting a grace period which will allow you to have the ability to ease back and think carefully about how you want to go forward. I get that it sucks when things don't show up when we've desire it for so long, but the cards want to remind you that you have more time than you think to get the results you're after.

Pile 5 - Grass Field

Knight of Pentacles, 8 of Cups, I Magician, 9 of Swords; 30 - Practical Intuition, 5. Change Direction With Ease

This pile looks to be a No, for at least this moment. This is something that may take a while to accomplish, but because you may be holding on to something no longer needed, it could be taking longer than necessary. The Magician card wants to remind you of your power to take control of the situation. Do not listen to the fears that disguise themselves as your intuition. Practical Intuition is about grounding your psychic energy into the material world. Remind yourself that your intuition works for you, not against you. When you're able to let go of old fears and worries, you'll be able to step forward with more confidence.

"It is a time to reconsider what you are wanting." Take some time to get clear on your intentions before you work your magic. The more you paint your worries as being realistic, the more likely they are to become real. Use your intuitive gifts for your benefit. You are not powerless in this situation. But it's ultimately up to you to change how this will all play out!

Pile 6 - Lily Pad Page of Wands, III of Swords, X Wheel of Fortune, 8 of Swords; 9 - Self Acceptance, 29. Empower Yourself

This pile is a Maybe because I almost took out the World card after 8 of Swords. I think with this pile, you need to take account of who you are and what you're capable of doing. You may get this sense that things are totally out of your hands and up to the universe to decide, but the cards are advising you to not default to that reasoning with this question. While it's one thing to recognize when things are out of our hands, this should not be confused with helplessness.

"Allow yourself to be the strong, beautiful person you are capable of being." I'm getting that some of you may be really harsh on yourselves when things don't turn out right. But resorting to negative self talk when things go wrong and positive talk about the universe when things go right, is an imbalanced way of perceiving this. You are powerful, and this situation can resolve itself in part thanks to your efforts. But you must be kinder with yourself to see this power first.

Pile 7 - Damselfly

XIII Death, XI Justice, XVIII The Moon, Page of Wands; 13 - Awareness; 3. In the Light of the Moon

This pile is a No. Something must be done away with here, something must be remain in the past. This is something that needs to occur inevitably, even if it's hard. Whatever it is, things seem to not be going to plan. Ultimately, this No will be in your personal favor, though it doesn't seem that way right now, because letting go will set things into better balance. You may be feeling lost with this, uncertain of how to proceed. But you are gently being guided to your next chapter in life. It's okay if you are feeling down right now, allow yourself to process the emotions (even if you're feeling disconnected from emotion) by doing what you find enjoyable to you as this all unfolds.

I find it interesting how the full moon shows up three times in this reading. I find this magically significant. Do you by chance work with lunar magic, or do you simply follow your emotional energy closely as the moon waxes and wanes? The number 13 appearing twice is also to be noted here. I'm getting that this will have to do with some kind of specific timing, like 13 days from now, or on the 13th of a month. Pay attention to your dreams for further insight and clues. Don't be afraid to shed the old to welcome in the new. Even if this doesn't work out, you carry so much magical potential in you that whatever comes next will be nothing short of wondrously transformative.

Pile 8 - Gentian Flowers

King of Pentacles, 2 of Swords, X Wheel of Fortune, King of Cups; 25 - Truth, 42. Gentle Moderation

This is a likely Yes, but there are signs of some wavering here. The message I channeled was to be true to yourself no matter what decision you may take. You may be dealing with too many conflicting opinions weighing in on something that may be important mainly for you. I'm getting practical needs vs. emotional needs. You must come to your own conclusions about how much you'll factor in one need compared to the other. If you decide both that are important, then you will need to figure out how to get the two needs to cooperate.

"Pressure from others or yourself can be released by renegotiating what you are trying to accomplish." One King to hold the wheel, the other to hold the compass. You are both the guide and the driver of this choice. Once you come to conclusions about what your personal Truth is, let that be your map to a more harmonious outcome.

Pile 9 - Blueberries

XII Hanged Man, 5 of Cups, Knight of Pentacles, XV The Devil; 29 - Nurture, 26. Where You Need to Be

This pile is a No. I'm getting a lot of nervous energy from this pile, I'm needing to take my time and breathe between each card. It may help for you to also take time out and breathe deeply. This could be something that has been stressing you out, keeping you in limbo. This is your sign to take it easy. Be gentle with yourself. You're being asked to see the difference between needing to be patient for things to manifest, and needing to rely on your own energy to overcome this. But you cannot use that energy if you cannot see it for yourself.

"Have faith the Universe will take care of a current concern by providing the best possible outcome for all involved." Just because something doesn't turn out now doesn't mean it won't be for later. You're on the right path, don't let this temporary situation sway you. In the meantime, your current focus needs to be on personal self care. You must tend to your garden and provide yourself with the healing you need to take on the things that are within your grasp.

Pile 10 - Blue Jay

2 of Wands, Ace of Wands, King of Swords, IV The Emperor; 21 - Shadow Treasures, 7. Dancing in the Rainbow

This pile is a strong Yes. You got what it takes to see this through. There is a passion lighting up from within you, and by keeping your head high and focusing on the outcome you desire, you will be given the tools you need to succeed in this. But all this won't happen on its own. You are being asked to do a majority of the work and organizing needed to pull this off. This may be a solo effort for the most part. But rest assured that you got the motivation and integrity to do it right.

"Break free from whatever you feel is holding you back." Your mind, the King of Swords, may try to freeze this fiery passion by giving you reasons that it isn't plausible or reasonable. But the 2 of wands says "this and more." Release the dichotomy of being rational and enthusiastic and embrace both, for they both have gifts to offer.

Pile 11 - Butterfly

8 of Cups, Page of Wands, King of Cups, Page of Swords; 3 - Strength, 5. Change Direction with Ease

This one is a soft Yes. It seems like there is something you need to work through first, however. You may be feeling like you need to hone in on specific skills or internal resources for the best results. You need to be confident in yourself that something must fall away if you want to begin a new with something else. Make peace with where you are now and see that you have an inner reservoir of talent and ambitions to tap into.

"This is a time for change, shapeshifting, or your soul's evolution." There is something telling you that the next stage to come will help you grow and become more well rounded. You've already mastered the art of staying calm under the tension of seeking greater and greater heights, now it's time to play into your passions and find new ways to learn and expand your knowledge.

Pile 12- Mountain Bluebird

Knight of Cups, Six of Wands, XI Justice, VIII Strength; 6 - Freedom, 11. Persistent Drive

This one is a strong Yes. Now is the exact time to make the move. Try to visualize or imagine your most desired outcome, first. Which one makes the most sense to you. Which one utilizes your greatest strengths? Which one gives you the emotional freedom to pursue your goals while abandoning all restrictions from the past that still try to tie you down? And, last but not least, which one recreates that joyful spark that lights up the dreams within you? Step out into the world and don't be afraid of a little bit of risk.

"See what you desire and move toward that goal." Be completely sure of where you want to go or want to do next. Set a practical target, one that you can easily see. Take a calculated risk, but don't get cocky or too brash. If all goes well, stay humble and pass the good vibes on.

This reading has not been evaluated by the FDA to diagnose, prevent, treat, or cure any disease or infection. Please ask your physician before going online.

2024, @VitaminseeTarot ™

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“modern! mizu hcs”

Okay finally becoming a BES writer after I convinced myself Mizu would sooooooo be a bassist. This is a combo of modern Mizu relationship hcs and band+uni hcs :3 warning, I hardly edited this because I'm tired. Also I WILL be taking Mizu requests

pairing: mizu x fem! reader

tags: domestic bliss…?, modern! au, bassist mizu, band! au, other characters mentioned 🗣️

Mizu is oddly good at home decorating? It’s not a hobby or interest of hers, in fact, she thinks her room is quite plain, but the cohesive colors and pretty decent-looking fake plants say otherwise. (She would love to buy real plants, but she frequently gets swept up with time to care for them properly.)

A lot of your apartment is decorated by her, but in the sense that you asked her if an item would work with house and she either liked or disliked it. She wouldn’t have really cared about shopping for home decor if not for you.

Mizu gets so upset when it’s hot out since she can’t go a day without wearing layers. The apartment (or her room at least) is cold 24/7 whether you like it or not

She tries to go grocery shopping with you as often as possible despite her lack of cooking abilities. Her memory is perfect, so you rarely ever need to make a grocery list! Plus, she likes doing simple things with you. Her childhood was chaotic, so the normalcy of shopping with someone she loves puts her at peace.

She survives off of snacks; it’s a terrible habit of hers, and she knows. It gets worse when either you’re not at home to cook, or she’s out somewhere else. Normally, she walks into the kitchen when she smells food or when you call for her, but she’ll completely forget to eat a real meal otherwise.

Though Mizu rarely (if not ever) has guests over, she makes sure your space and things are respected. If you’re out and your room door is open, she’ll close it. Any special glassware that you bought for personal use, like mugs? Nobody is allowed to touch them.

She’s gotten mad at Taigen for messing with your stuff before.

She isn’t much of a clean freak, but she’d prefer to have things kept orderly as often as possible. She enjoys splitting the chores with you, especially seasonal cleaning.

She’s extremely mindful of personal space. Even if she thinks you look adorable napping on the couch, the most she’ll do is kiss your face and fix your blanket. She’d love to join, really, but she’s afraid of waking you or making you uncomfortable. The last thing she wants to do is disrespect you.

She’s extremely touch-starved but doesn’t know how to make physical contact with you at first. She opened up when you first got together and started asking her for hugs, etc. Now, she loves the smallest of purposeful, or accidental touches, whether it’s brushing up against her, or her hand resting at your hip or waist while you’re out together.

Though you have separate rooms, you’ll sleep together on most nights (usually in your room– she finds your bed more comfortable, plus your room smells like you!)

The only time she heavily insists on staying in your rooms is if one of you gets sick, no exceptions. She hardly ever falls ill, but she’d rather not risk it. That doesn’t stop her from taking care of you, even if the only hot meal she can prepare is upgraded instant noodles or an easy, fool proof soup.

She has a horrible habit of making confining rules for herself, even if she’s on track with certain goals. You have to put hard work into easing her up to let her realize she has a lot more freedom than she thinks she has.

She doesn’t mind dates that you go out for, but she loves cute little dates at home. She doesn’t dislike showing you off, she just appreciates the private intimacy between you two. Even if she isn’t a great cook, she’s happy to help you measure or chop things while you talk.

Speaking of, acts of service is a huge love language of hers. If she can’t do something well, she’ll compensate for with something else that she’s better at to make your life easier.

"Band + Uni Hcs"

Mizu has a habit of not making herself visible on stage. It’s not completely intentional, but her usual spot on stage has harsher lights and this carries over to every single venue. The constant squinting was giving her headaches.

Following up with that, she’s so light-sensitive. It takes a good minute or two for her to adjust from a dark room to bright lights. At some point, she considered getting darker-tinted glasses but keeps putting it on the back burner.

She doesn’t dislike showing you off on stage, but she’d rather not be all the talk at school when it comes to your relationship. This doesn’t mean she lets your relationship go unnoticed though– she makes it very clear she’s taken and doesn’t participate in flirty behavior with any of the audience

Taigen however

The only reason she’s the band's bassist is because nobody else knows how to play. Taigen could play in theory, but he didn’t want to, plus, he thought bass was too easy.

He says that and can’t write a bassline like Mizu. He does write insane guitar solos though, and he can definitely make up something on the spot under pressure. That's actually how a couple of his solos were made.

Ringo is so good at budgeting that it’s genuinely impressive, but he’s not thrilled at how much of that budget cuts out good quality food to keep up with his uni payments. Luckily, Akemi made sure to let him know he was free to experiment with cooking at hers anytime! He's the only one with a spare key to her house. (more on that later)

Akemi knows how to play so many instruments, but none of which are typical band instruments. Her house has a pretty extensive collection of instruments, just no drums or electric string instruments aside from an electric harp. Her father didn’t really monitor her hobbies in her own house, so she played around with whatever piqued her interest first. She had been playing piano and koto since she was young, so she’s automatically the keyboardist (and vocalist,) but she pulls out an odd instrument here and there during a show for fun.

Taigen does have a podcast. The equipment was bought by Akemi with the hopes that he’d have a new hobby, but… sigh.

Ringo is an insanely good drummer, but he couldn't care less about having a music career. He agreed to join because all his friends were in a band– plus, they needed a drummer. Turns out, he’s a natural!

Mizu knows how to play drums too, and she’s great at it, but Ringo unintentionally disses her sometimes on her technique. He’s definitely said something like “Oh, wouldn’t it be easier to…?” She doesn't care much since she knows he means well. That does NOT stop her from continuing to catch accidental strays from him

Taigen and Akemi sort of live together? Akemi’s dad is a little sour about him not returning her home on time. That got his house key privileges revoked for three months. He’s welcome to stay by Akemi’s word, but she doesn’t keep a spare key for him, so he’ll have to be let in by her. Occasionally, he'll ask Ringo to let him in if he happens to be over to cook or practice at a different location, but if Akemis dad catches them, they're both getting an earful. That hasn't happened yet, luckily

Akemi has a couple of songs with a crazy keyboard solo that she has never in her life messed up. She worked through blood sweat and tears to perfect every solo she's written and has her muscle memory down.

Taigen is actually a really good guitarist, but he does make a fair amount of mistakes that he gets dogged on for– most mistakes being dropping his pick. He doesn’t really mess up chords, but a lot of their fans are waiting for that day to come (it'll never happen honestly)

Mizu could and does definitely show off on stage sometimes, but she won’t be pushed into doing a solo for the life of her.

Nobody can touch Mizus instruments except for you and Ringo (he’s a great bass and guitar tech somehow– he just has a lot of specific things he can pick up.)

Mizu, Taigen, and Akemi do separate gigs. Mizu does a little bit of everything– a lot of the bands she plays for are usually gothic rock or metal.

Ringo makes sure Mizu’s basslines can be heard with the drums while Taigen has a running joke of playing too loudly over her basslines during practice. Mizu isn't thrilled, to say the least.

Akemi gets extremely frustrated whenever she has mic problems. Honestly, she wouldn't mind a keyboard problem, but a mic problem is too much

Mizu’s bass wasn’t decorated until you came around– She wants something that reminds her of you on her instrument, so she had you make stickers of your lipstick print to slap on the body of her bass.

By no means are they a large band– they definitely are a local uni band that probably would get popular eventually, but nobody really cared enough about their popularity enough outside of their other hobbies

Speaking of, both Taigen and Mizu do Kendo

Akemi is a top-tier lyricist– she puts her interest in poetry to work ^_^

Taigen has an insanely expensive pedalboard along with a collection of pedals (From Akemis money)

Every day, Akemi considers using a keytar, but the music shops nearby don’t carry good quality keytars and she gets so upset when they aren’t comfortable enough to play.

Taigen has a set practicing schedule on his own, but he often gets held up with classwork. He also has a set sleep schedule but sometimes takes time out of rest to catch up with practice.

Eji tries to come to their shows, but he isn’t much of a fan of the noise level when it comes to live music. He doesn’t understand Mizu’s more alternative gigs, but he’s happy she’s able to get around. He used to lecture Mizu for not wearing earplugs to her shows when she first started performing.

Taigen and Akemi have their own shoegaze duet act together outside of the band– they're getting quite popular from that!

Mizu has written a few songs herself for fun after Akemi texted the group chat about a delay on lyrics due to writers block. She actually finished up recording those songs herself after you found her notes, and urged her to actually make and post those as songs.

[syoddeye]

from: housekeeper anon

I can't believe we were both thinking of mean edging from price at the same time. ugh great minds and what not.

kind of frothing at the mouth at price being all "babies need loving parents" (can you imagine how absolutely feral he would be if reader actually said she loved him unprompted?? like "ily" slips out on accident then suddenly she's bent over the nearest surface djsksk)

anywaysssss love you love you love you aghhh

hi friend. sorry for the delay! yeah, no, i can imagine reader slipping up and murmuring i love you as a more of an offhand remark than an actual declaration. i took this in a direction that may not be for you. my bad. 560ish words.

tags: noncon, period sex, graphic descriptions of period related pain, blood

it's a complete accident. a polite nothing she murmurs after emptying a shopping bag full of last-minute necessities. between john's ritualistic, rough fucking he insists on at least twice daily and scrubbing the floors on her hands and knees, the brutal onset of cramps from her period could not have worse timing.

pain radiates down her thighs to her knees as if splintering her patellae. eating through the cartilage, then licking up her femurs for good measure. the kind of pain where she wishes to take a melon baller to her own organs and scoop.

(she explained it to john in as disgusting terms as possible, begging him for supplies this time around. for him to just lock her in the closet and run out to grab whatever was on hand at the nearest store. to her shock, he did. all that scrubbing must've softened him up.)

it's a courtesy, recited without thinking when he brings back chocolate, painkillers, a heating pad, tampons, pads—a tired, anguished i love you grumbled while holding her stomach, uttered in one of her weakest moments.

she doesn't realize what she's done until he bullies her into the kitchen corner, breath hot on her face when he tells her to say it again. he's made her say it before, but she's never said it unless under duress. universes start and end in the three seconds she does the math and forces herself to repeat it.

it's a miracle he lets her out of the kitchen unfucked.

john sends her to wash up. tells her to take her time—something he never allows. in the shower, she hears him traveling the hall several times over. hurried, thunking footsteps wearing a path from the kitchen to the bedroom. the paracetamol and shower help ease the pain, but all she can think of is what awaits. of her mistake.

he pops into the bathroom once. makes a show of grabbing towels.

her knees nearly fail. of course. of course, he wants to fuck after accidentally saying i love you. period be damned.

she doesn't get out until she's pruney, but wrinkled fingertips don't deter john. neither does the watery blood he finds between her legs. not the man who kills people for a living.

say it again, he asks, in a voice she thinks might be as soft as he manage. c'mon, sweetheart. he grits out, feeding his cock into her cunt. mesmerized by the extra warmth and color. she relents, hoping it'll speed things along.

it's disgustingly loud and sensitive, and she's apoplectic when she comes twice on his cock. his fingers are slippery over her clit, sticky and tacky. his body weight heavy as it presses down on her, grinding. he hisses in her ear, say it. tell me, c'mon, fuckin' say it.

her ears ring from the guttural groan those three stupid words unleash. if she comes a third time, she scarcely feels it, disassociating while he's distracted.

she comes back to her body as it's being kissed and stroked. her husband's soft, soaked in gore, resting on her hip as he half-spoons her. he whispers. little susurrations. knew you'd say it f'me. love you so much, sweetheart.

the worst part, she realizes when he rises to tenderly clean her, cooing and chuckling at the murder scene between her legs, is that her cramps are gone.

[seoltzuki]

Doorstep Flowers

Tzuyu x gn reader

fluffiest fluff, not proofread

Tzuyu works on weekends for Sana - in relation to this fic :)

Tzuyu awakens with a bounce in her step, greeted by the warm embrace of the sun and the melodious chirping of birds. She leisurely prepares for the day ahead, knowing she has an hour before the flower shop opens.

As she sets off on her bicycle to work, she opts for the scenic route, coasting along the shoreline and pausing to indulge in tea from a cute café. She continues her journey and revels in the gentle caress of the summer breeze. She feels the wind tug at the strands of hair that had escaped her helmet, sending them dancing in its playful embrace. With each encounter, her heart swells with happiness as she showers affection on every dog she meets, tenderly patting their fluffy heads. Their wagging tails and grateful eyes mirror her own sense of contentment.

After her delightful encounters, Tzuyu finally arrives at the flower shop. With practiced ease, she begins her opening routine, tending to the lush greenery by gently watering each plant. Next, she displays the vibrant faux bouquets on display, ensuring they caught the eye of passersby. Plugging in her phone, she selects a playlist of soothing background music to set the perfect ambiance. Outside, she arranges flower pots and vases, inviting customers with their colorful blooms. Lastly, she stacks up the new bags of soil, ready for any gardening enthusiasts seeking replenishment.

As she surveyed her handiwork, a sense of fulfillment washed over her, knowing she had prepared the shop for another beautiful day of blooming possibilities. With a satisfied sigh, Tzuyu cleaned her hands on her uniform apron, gently blowing away a few strands of hair that had escaped from her face. The routine of preparing the shop for the day ahead always brought her a sense of peace and purpose. Adjusting her apron with a small smile, she glanced around at the colorful array of flowers and greenery, ready to welcome customers.

"Tzuyu! Tzuyu!" A voice called out from outside the shop. She paused in her work, recognizing the familiar voice, but as she stepped outside, she saw no one in sight. A puzzled expression crossed her face as she scanned the street, wondering who could be calling her.

"Tzuyuuuuuu, up here!" The voice calls out again, this time with a hint of mischief. Tzuyu's gaze shifts upward, and to her surprise, she spots a mischievous grin peeking out from the window of the apartment building across the street.

Tzuyu couldn't help but smile at the sight. She waves enthusiastically and calls out, "Good morning, Sana!"

Sana beams and waves back before disappearing momentarily, only to reappear on the balcony. She jumps in place, her giggles echoing through the air, causing the leaves of nearby plants to rustle and the petals of flowers to dance in response to her joyful movements.

"You're up early!" Tzuyu laughs, bringing a hand up to her face to shield her eyes from the bright morning sun. One eye closed and the other squinted as she watches Sana's lively display across the street.

"It's 9 am, that's so late!" Sana yells back teasingly. Then, with genuine concern, she adds, "Did you have breakfast? Let me bring you something."

Before Tzuyu could even protest, Sana vanished in an instant, leaving her standing there with a bemused expression. She chuckled to herself, knowing that once Sana had set her mind to something, there was no stopping her.

Tzuyu returned to the flower shop and busied herself with preparing the cash register, deftly pressing buttons and adding some money to it. As she worked, she heard Sana's cheerful greeting from the doorway, accompanied by the sound of her partner trailing behind, still half-asleep.

"Tzuyu!" Sana exclaimed, her voice bubbling with energy as she entered the shop, a lunchbox in hand. Her partner followed, rubbing their eyes and yawning, clearly not quite as awake as Sana.

"I didn't need breakfast, I had my lunch already," Tzuyu said with a chuckle, still accepting the breakfast from Sana's hands. Sana shrugged nonchalantly, her bright smile unwavering as she went around the counter to give Tzuyu a big hug. It was as if it was the first time seeing her in weeks, even though they had worked together just yesterday.

Tzuyu returned the hug warmly, feeling the genuine affection in Sana's embrace.

"You need to eat, Tzu," Sana semi-fake scolded, hugging her tighter until Tzuyu couldn't breathe. Tzuyu laughed, trying to wriggle free from Sana's tight embrace.

"Okay, okay, I'll eat," Tzuyu managed to gasp out between giggles, playfully pushing Sana away. "But next time, go easy on the hugs, will you?"

Sana grinned mischievously, releasing Tzuyu from her grasp. "No promises!" she teased, her laughter echoing through the flower shop.

Tzuyu leaned on the counter and sighed happily, feeling the warmth of the morning sunlight streaming through the windows. She glanced over at Sana's partner, who still seemed half-asleep, and couldn't help but wonder.

"Why is your partner here when they clearly want to be in bed still?" Tzuyu asked with a playful smirk, raising an eyebrow at Sana.

Sana chuckled, shaking her head. "They insisted on tagging along after I mentioned I was coming to see you. Can't resist your charm, I suppose," she replied, going back to her partner and nudging them gently with her elbow.

"But no, seriously," Sana interjected, her expression turning sincere. "We were planning to go on a morning walk, but we wanted to let you know that we'll help you for tonight's round."

Tzuyu shook her head with a smile. "No need, I can handle it alone. Besides, you're both off on weekends, remember?"

Sana and her partner exchanged a glance, understanding Tzuyu's insistence but still wanting to offer their assistance.

"We know, but we enjoy helping out," Sana replied. "And it's not like we have anything urgent planned for today anyway."

Tzuyu considered their words for a moment before relenting. "Alright, you two win," she said with a laugh. "But only if you promise to relax and enjoy the rest of your evening after this."

"No promises!"

"Sana!"

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As closing time approached, Tzuyu smiled contentedly as she placed the unsold flowers in the cart, proud of the bouquets she had meticulously crafted throughout the day. Each arrangement was a labor of love, a symphony of colors and scents designed to brighten someone's day. Something about the thought of someone enjoying her floral art made her heart melt with joy and satisfaction.

Placing the last flower in the cart, Tzuyu noticed from the corner of her eye Sana and her partner approaching the store, hand in hand and giggling at each other. They seemed so happy, the way Sana was always smiling as bright as the sun, lavishing affection onto her partner... Tzuyu couldn’t help but feel a pang of longing as she watched the gentle kiss the partner gave to Sana’s forehead.

"Tzuyu!" Sana exclaimed for the umpteenth time that day as she swung open the door of the shop, the wind chime signaling her entry. "Ready to give away the flowers?" Sana asked, holding her partner's hand and bringing them closer to her, hugging their waist.

Tzuyu nodded and let her lover grab the cart, pushing it out of the store. She locked the door behind and began her stroll with them, excited to give away the last flowers of the day to passersby and neighbors.

They encountered various familiar faces on their stroll. They handed out flowers to people returning home from work, bringing smiles to tired faces and warmth to familiar hearts. Among them was the old couple from the restaurant down the street, who had always welcomed them with open arms and kind words.

As they exchanged with the elderly couple, Tzuyu couldn’t help but admire the enduring love and companionship between them. The way they looked at each other with affection and shared a gentle touch spoke volumes of the bond they shared after so many years together. It was a reminder of the beauty and magic of love, both young and old.

They kept walking and they reached the apartment building a few blocks away, where a "For Sale" sign had recently been replaced with a "Sold" one, indicating new residents.

Sana knocked on the door cheerfully, her partner standing by her side. After a moment, the door opened, revealing a figure framed in the warm glow of the hallway light. Tzuyu's breath caught in her throat as she laid eyes on the person who stood before her – a captivating smile playing on their lips, eyes sparkling with curiosity and kindness.

"Hello, we're your neighbors from down the street," Sana greeted warmly, holding out a bouquet of flowers. "Welcome to the neighborhood!"

Tzuyu's breath caught in her throat as she laid eyes on the newcomer. Time seemed to stand still as she took in their captivating smile, the way their eyes sparkled with genuine warmth and kindness. It was as if the world had faded away, leaving only the two of them in that moment.

"Hello," you replied, your voice soft and melodious, sending a shiver down Tzuyu's spine. "Thank you so much for the warm welcome. I'm Y/N."

Tzuyu felt her cheeks flush as she returned the greeting, her heart pounding with an intensity she had never felt before. "I-I'm Tzuyu," she stammered, momentarily lost for words under your enchanting gaze.

Sana nudged Tzuyu gently, breaking her out of her reverie. "We brought you some flowers to brighten up your new home," she said with a warm smile, bringing the bouquet closer to you.

Your eyes lit up with delight as you accepted the flowers, you gratitude evident in every word of thanks you uttered.

"We pass by every Saturday to give away the extra flowers that were left untouched, so be prepared for a delivery, from Tzuyu," Sana says, accentuating her name as she bows gracefully.

Tzuyu feels her cheeks flush at Sana's playful emphasis, grateful for her friend's support and encouragement. She can't help but steal a glance at you, hoping to catch a glimpse of your reaction. As your eyes meet, Tzuyu offers a shy smile, her heart racing.

"I can't wait to have beautiful flowers in my home every week," you say, bowing back and smiling warmly at Tzuyu.

She feels her heart swell with joy at your response, her smile widening until her dimples are showing. "I'll make sure to pick out the best ones for you," she replies, her voice filled with genuine enthusiasm.

Gosh... You're the prettiest flower.

Tzuyu had never been one to eagerly anticipate going home after work. She cherished her time at the flower shop so much that the thought of leaving was often bittersweet. But after meeting you... She had never wanted to clock out so badly before. Every day, she found herself counting down the minutes until closing time, her heart racing with excitement at the thought of seeing you again.

Tzuyu found herself taking the quickest route on her bike, hoping to catch a glimpse of you as she passed by your place. She would pedal a little faster, her heart racing with anticipation, as she approached the familiar building where you lived. Sometimes she would slow down, pretending to adjust something on her bike just to linger a little longer, hoping that you would appear at the window or step outside.

But it wasn't just the daily bike rides that occupied Tzuyu's thoughts. Every morning, before opening the flower shop, she would carefully select the healthiest and prettiest flowers from the inventory and leave them at your doorstep, disregarding the Saturday giveaway rule altogether. It didn't matter to her that it was against the usual routine; all she cared about was brightening your day with a small gesture of love and affection.

And though she never expected anything in return, Tzuyu couldn't deny the flutter of excitement in her chest every time she imagined your reaction upon finding the flowers. It was a small, simple joy that brought her immense happiness, knowing that she was making a difference in your life, one flower at a time.

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"Tzuyu is in loooveeee," Sana sings, a playful lilt to her voice, as she locks the door behind herself and Tzuyu, closing up the flower shop for the day. A small breeze sweeps by, causing Tzuyu to shiver involuntarily. Without hesitation, Sana reaches for her scarf and gently wraps it around Tzuyu's neck, offering warmth and comfort.

Tzuyu feels her cheeks flush at Sana's teasing remark, her heart skipping a beat at the thought of you. "Oh, hush," she mumbles shyly behind the scarf, her voice barely audible.

Sana grins mischievously, her eyes twinkling with amusement. "Don't worry, Tzuyu. It's written all over your face," she says, nudging her playfully.

Tzuyu's cheeks grow even warmer at Sana's observation, but she can't help but smile. Despite her shyness, she feels a sense of happiness bubbling up inside her, knowing that her feelings for you are no longer a secret. With Sana's support and encouragement, she feels more confident than ever to embrace this newfound love and all the adventures that come with it.

As they walk side by side, Sana accompanies Tzuyu for a short while, matching her stride as Tzuyu walks with her bicycle beside her. Tzuyu's helmet sits crookedly on her head, not properly attached but serving as a charming accessory nonetheless.

When they reach a quieter stretch of the road, Tzuyu finally musters up the courage to ask, "How did you know?"

Sana grins mischievously, glancing sideways at Tzuyu. "Oh, I have my ways," she says cryptically before letting out a playful laugh.

Tzuyu raises an eyebrow, curiosity piqued. "Seriously, though. How?"

Sana chuckles, her eyes twinkling with amusement. "Well, let's just say I noticed a few missing flowers in the inventory," she admits, her tone teasing. "And when I put two and two together, it wasn't hard to figure out."

Tzuyu's cheeks flush with embarrassment, but she can't help but smile at Sana's astuteness. "I guess I'm not as subtle as I thought," she says sheepishly.

Sana nudges her playfully. "Don't worry, Tzuyu. Your secret's safe with me," she says, her tone turning more serious. "But you know, if you're serious about Y/N, you might want to consider making them work on weekends too. You know, in exchange for all those missing flowers," she adds with a wink, her tone laced with humor.

Tzuyu rolls her eyes, but a smile tugs at the corners of her lips. "Yeah, yeah. I'll keep that in mind," she says, her heart fluttering at the thought of spending more time with you, both at work and outside of it.

"Tzuyu!" She freezes at the sound of the voice, her heart pounding in her chest. She refuses to turn around, a mixture of embarrassment and apprehension swirling inside her. When she realizes her entourage, she glances at Sana, who stands beside her with a proud expression, shrugging as if to say, "Yep, I did it."

Tzuyu's eyes widen in disbelief. There's no way Sana just set her up like this. She feels a mixture of gratitude and annoyance towards her friend, unsure whether to thank her for her boldness or scold her for meddling in her personal life. But deep down, Tzuyu knows that Sana only has her best interests at heart, even if her methods are sometimes unconventional.

Taking a deep breath, Tzuyu finally turns around to face the source of the voice, her cheeks flushed with embarrassment but her heart filled with a newfound sense of courage.

"Y/n," Tzuyu breathes, feeling her cheeks flush with warmth as she removes her helmet, her heart pounding in her chest.

Sana chuckles mischievously, shooting Tzuyu a knowing look. "I'll let you both be," she says with the most devilish smile, her tone playful as she winks at Tzuyu. "My love is waiting for me for dinner."

Tzuyu can't help but roll her eyes at Sana's teasing, but she feels a surge of gratitude towards her friend for giving her the push she needed. With a nod of appreciation, she watches as Sana walks away, leaving her alone with you, your shared laughter echoing in the air.

As she stands before you, her heart pounding with nervous anticipation, she can't help but notice the soft blush that colors your cheeks and the sparkle in your eyes. It's a look that Tzuyu has come to recognize all too well – one of affection and admiration, one she has seen countless times between Sana and her partner.

You feel it too.

Feeling a surge of courage, she takes a step closer to you, her own cheeks flushed with warmth.

"Tzuyu," you begin, your voice gentle and warm, "I want you to know that I've noticed the flowers you've been leaving at my doorstep. And... well, they've meant the world to me."

Tzuyu's breath catches in her throat at your confession, her heart soaring with hope and joy. "Really?" she whispers, unable to conceal the hopefulness in her voice.

You nod, a shy smile playing on your lips. "Yes, really," you reply gently. "You have a way of brightening up even the darkest days, Tzuyu. And I... I really appreciate it.

A bashful smile graces your lips, and you reach into your pocket, pulling out a single dandelion. "I'm sorry, Tzuyu," you say softly, your voice tinged with self-doubt. "I know it's not as beautiful as the flowers you give me. Dandelions are just weeds, and they're pretty useless..."

But before you can finish your sentence, Tzuyu cuts you off with a gentle peck on the cheek, causing you to freeze in surprise. A radiant smile spreads across your face, her eyes shining with happiness as bright as the sun.

Tzuyu takes the dandelion from your hand, her heart swelling with affection. "Thank you for the flower, y/n," she says sincerely, her voice filled with warmth. "I'll cherish it just as much as any other flower."

"And you know," Tzuyu adds, a playful twinkle in her eyes as she grabs your hand and caresses it tenderly, "you might have to work on weekends with me. Sana might've noticed the missing flowers."

You chuckle softly, a smile tugging at the corners of your lips. "And it's my fault?" you tease, raising an eyebrow in mock innocence.

Tzuyu groans playfully and bites her lip. "I'll repay you with cute dates?" she offers, her voice laced with mischief.

You pretend to consider her proposition for a moment before grinning. "Deal," you say, sealing your agreement with a tender kiss to her dimpled cheek.

(Sana screeches with delight from behind a nearby bush, pulling on her partner's arm eagerly. "This is so much better than dinner! God, I love love," she exclaims, her voice filled with glee before stealing a quick kiss to her lover's lips)

And flowers still went missing many days after that.

[towriteloveontheirarms]

I want to request Xavier Thorpe teaching fem reader how to paint like him being patient with her and guiding her hands and stuff in his shed just pure fluff

Thank you for the request nonnie. This was so much fun to write!<3

This is why we are here

pairing: Xavier Thorpe x reader

synopsis: Your boyfirend decides it is time to take you on a date to his shed, where he teaches you how to paint.

warnings: pure self-indulgent fluff

word count: 0.6k

“Oh my god this looks terrible. Please, don´t look at it.” You declare with a laugh. Trying to shield your painting from Xavier´s view.

“Oh, come on. It can´t possibly be that bad. Let me see.” He had invited you to his shed with the offer of giving you art lessons. Something you desperately needed as it turned out.

“No! I swear, it will insult every artist and painting that has or will ever exist.” You try to hold your ground against him, but Xavier is much taller than you and even though he doesn´t look like it he is very strong.

“Oh…” He murmurs as he sees what you have created. “I mean it´s not all that bad…”

It is almost tangible how hard he tries to find anything good to say about the painting.

“We both know it is.” You muse and smile at him. “Painting just isn´t my strongest choice of art.”

“That´s why we are here. Let me show you.” He puts a new canvas on the easel and stands behind you. Taking your hand that holds the brush inside his own gentle grip and guides your motions.

You let him guide you, breath catching in your throat from the close proximity the two of you are in.

“There, you see? You´re almost a natural already.” He murmurs, but feeling his hot breath tickle the side of your neck distracts you.

“Only because the most talented artist I know is helping me.” You look back at him, the corners of your lips tug upwards, despite the rest of your face still sporting a concentrated expression.

“I thought I was the only artist you know.” The brush moves over the canvas with so much ease.

“Hm, you are, but still. Then again, you are my favorite person so I might be biased.” Your head turns back towards the canvas, when you feel Xaviers hand lets go of yours to pull you a step back by the shoulders.

“Now look at that.” He whispers in your ear.

What the two of you, or rather he, have painted  is one of the most beautiful paintings you have ever seen of yourself.

“Oh, Xavi…” You  marvel at the canvas for a moment longer, before you turn fully towards him.

Giving him the softest kiss the two of you have ever shared. The touch of his lips on yours barely felt and yet the moment was so intense and intimate. You rest your forehead against his chest and sigh after the two of you part again.

One of his hand finds its way under your chin to make you look back up at him. Not wanting the eye contact to break yet. But as your eyes wander up his chest you see that you still held the brush in your hand, which now rested on his shirt. Great.

“Um, Xavier…” You say slowly.

“Hm?” He sounds like he still is in his own little world with you until his eyes land on the splash of paint. “Oh.”

“Do you have wet wipes or something around here?” You look around to find something to clean him up with.

“Nope, but I know how to fix this.” A mischievous smile splits his mouth and before you can react Xavier  grabs his own brush and swipes it across the length of the front of your shirt.

You yelp sharply and stumble backwards. “What… Oh, alright. Now you are asking for it.”

What breaks out between the two of you is a full on paint war that lasts until you are barely able to breath from laughter and the original color of your shirts is only discernible in a few small spots.

This was definitely one of the most fun dates the two of you had.

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Chapter 1 - Dream a Little Dream of Me

Y/N has nightmares of a winged man haunting her dreams. When her dreams become reality, her world changes completely.

(1.3k)

The sound of wings rustling, knife slashing, and faded screams echo all around. The stink of metallic blood and rotting corpses burning my nose. I’m choking on the thick air, and it feels like my chest is caving in as my breathing gets shallower by the second. There's blood everywhere. My eyes widen as my gaze falls on the mangled corpses upon the forest floor, each one twisted and bent in ways that shouldn’t be possible. Rays of moonlight pours through the trees, dancing across their mangled remains like some twisted classical painting.

I sink to the damp forest floor. There’s no escape.

In the blink of an eye, a large ominous figure towers over my shaking form. His short dirty blonde hair and strong hands are covered in fresh blood splatter and pieces of sliced flesh. His striking eyes glow a dark red, reflecting the color of blood painting every surface. But what I truly could not take my eyes off of is his large white wings that block out the view of everything around it. His intimidating wingspan wraps around us like a dark feathery blanket, reminiscent of a night sky with no stars.

        “I promise I will never let anyone hurt you, never let anyone come between us,” he says in a surprisingly soft voice. He flashes me a smile that’s intended to be comforting, but it comes out sick and twisted. He pulls me close and wraps his muscular arms around me, a low buzzing feeling humming between the two of us.

I can hear his heart beating in his chest, slow and steady, far too calm for a man that just slaughtered a dozen people with ease.

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        I bolt up out of bed, nearly falling off completely, but I catch myself at the last second. A cold sweat clings to my skin and the worn-out sheets, my breath coming in heavy and ragged. It’s not the first time I’ve dreamed of the winged man, in fact it seems to be the only consistent thing in my hectic life as of lately, but waking from the dreams never seems to get easier, always a struggle to shake the sinking feeling.

It takes a few moments to remember where I am, the crappy motel room I rented for the night, not so different from the countless other run-down motels I’ve stayed in across the Midwest, all with the same stingy smell.

Obnoxious yellow floral wallpaper lines the wall, caked with dirt and God knows what else that’s been accumulating for years. Ceilings spotted with black mold and blotchy water stains. An outdated box television plays the local infomercial about some miracle cleaning product, but it all sounds muffled and far away. The digital alarm clock on the bed stand reads 2:00 AM flashing in big red bulky numbers.

        Just a dream, I remind myself with a relieved sigh. I swing my feet out of bed, throwing on some jeans and my signature leather jacket, scuffed and torn in various places. I need some air. Just need to get out of here.

I recall the rundown bar I drove by just down the street. It’s a good way to kill some time. Plus, I could really use a drink right now. The bitter taste of alcohol is the only relief I get from these nightmares that torment me at night and haunt me during the day.

The cold air bites at my skin, but it’s surprisingly pleasant, grounding me back into reality and away from the painful dreams. It's the twelfth dream I’ve had this month and they only seem to be getting more intense, more real. They always end with the same winged figure. The same demonic, yet charming smile. No matter what I do, I just can’t seem to shake that haunting face.

        Entering the bar, it’s nearly empty with a few patrons here and there. Most of them are older men wearing bulky leather jackets, a bit rough around the edges, perhaps a local biker gang. Some of them playing pool, others chatting about their glory days over a bottle of beer. The sound of the jukebox in the corner playing the best of eighties rock drowns out their conversations. It's apparent there’s not much of a buzz going on, unlike most bars at this hour.

The voices and music around me fades to background noise, it feels as if the rest of the world has disappeared, that I'm the only one left on this miserable planet.

I slide into a worn bar stool that’s certainly seen better days, taking off my worn leather jacket and placing it on the sticky wooden bar. I sigh and halfheartedly raise my hand to get the bartender's attention.

“What can I get you, hun?” A nice older lady asks, shining a glass behind the bar.

“Just a whiskey please. Jack Daniels if you got it,” I give her a weak smile, trying to blink the tiredness out of my eyes.

She nods and pours me a generous amount of light amber whiskey in a fancy glass, sliding it over to me.

I take a swig, the warm liquid slides down my throat with a pleasant burn, already giving me a sense of calm. These days, whiskey has been my best friend and I’m okay with that. People just disappoint you.

“Make it two.” A large figure takes the seat next to me.

My body stiffens. I recognize that voice from somewhere. I slowly turn to face him and see him staring back at me with those intense red eyes and intimidating wings that I’ve come to know all too well. My stomach drops. It's the man from my dreams. I freeze, my body going into fight or flight mode. In a matter of seconds, I decided to take my chances running. I leave my drink and jacket behind, making a beeline to the door, slamming it closed behind me, giving me any sort of advantage to get away.

He doesn’t follow, but that doesn’t stop me. I run and run and run until I physically can't anymore.

The streetlamps and apartment buildings around me turn into a blur and my head starts to feel dizzy. The world spins around me, clouding my vision. The cold air feels like it's burning my lungs as I struggle to gather oxygen. My legs feel like jello, ready to give out any second. I’ve lost track of how long I've been running, maybe minutes? Maybe hours? Everything in me is begging myself to keep running but I physically can’t force myself go on any further.

I tuck myself into an alley, leaning against the ragged brick wall that painfully digs into my back, yet it barely registers in my brain. My heart feels like it’s pounding out of my chest. I close my eyes and try to catch my breath.

God, please let this be another bad dream.

“I was going to pay for your drink, and you just ditch me like that? Rude.” The man scoffs.

My eyes shoot open to see the man from my dreams less than a foot away, arms crossed, looking nonchalant as ever. My blood turns cold.

How is that possible? He couldn't possibly have run that fast!

A knot twists in my stomach. Deep down I know. This man is not human, and he certainly does not have good intentions.

“L-leave me alone!” I try to sound brave, but my words come out a sloppy stutter. I hold my arm out in front of me, as if that will deter him in any way. Stupid. This intimidation tactic is clearly not working.

“Oh, don't be so dramatic Y/N.” He rolls his eyes, then presses a gentle finger to my forehead.

The world goes black.

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Last Nights Mistakes and New Beginnings (Pt. 3)

(yandere!kazuha x pregnant!reader x scaramouche)

This one took me awhile to write bcs I was thinking about all the possibilities….. 🥹 I think i’m okay with how this one turned out… I promise the baby will become relevant 🗣️ (next part, trust)

word count: guys next part i’ll add a word count i promise…

not proofread 🫢 just pretend my mistakes aren’t present 😋

TW: Alcohol mention

You try to get up out of bed but there’s a weight on you. Opening your eyes you’re met with the sight of Kazuha, he’s resting on you so peacefully. It totally contradicts his actions from before. He’s holding onto you as if you were about to disappear. Trying to recall why he was here causes your mind to feel numb but also ache.

Once you realize your position your heart starts beating faster and faster. Was he gonna keep you inside by force? Or was he gonna just get up and leave? That’s something he’s good at doing… But from what you know he probably won’t wanna let you go so soon… Should you kick and scream your way out? Hmm… It wouldn’t be too ideal to run out of your house buttass naked either… If you had to you would. Or… You could try and manipulate Kazuha into thinking you’re willing to accept him as he is and coax him into letting you outside even for a second before bolting to one of your acquainted neighbors' homes. Surely they’ll understand and let you in, that is if you can make it to them before he catches up with you. You know for a fact the door is unlocked since he’s been glued to you ever since he broke in.

Going through with this plan meant you would learn shame and humiliation but if it meant getting your freedom back and possibly this creep locked up, you knew you could do it. You had to.

Hands snake up into his cream-colored hair, gently massaging circles into his scalp. He returns the favor, arms with slight a bulk hug around your waist, his head lays on your chest, “You’re up.” You want to push him away and curl up into a ball but you know in order for your plan to work you’ll need to be open with him. “I’m sorry about earlier, maybe I was overreacting… Will you forgive me?” eyebrows furrow with deceptive guilt as you pout ever so slightly. Pulling him into a hug you can feel him smile into your neck, “Let’s get you cleaned up, sweetheart.” If only you could truly be clean of his touch, at first you treasured it but now it’s something you want to run from. “I’ll go get the warm water started, wait here.” After placing a small kiss on your cheeks he leaves your room, leaving the door open so he can keep an eye on you.

You take this chance to grab your phone and message Scara since he’s the only one who understands the situation to some extent-

“He got me. send help.” Alongside the message you send your address, someone will surely come help this time.

You shove the phone into a pillowcase and leave it on the floor. Rushing to lay back down and act like nothing happened Kazuha walks back into the room before scooping you up with ease (no matter your size) and is carrying you to the bathroom.

Holding a clear glass of what looks to be water? He nudges it against your lips implying for you to open. Hesitantly parting your lips you slowly gulp down the liquids. Once it passes your throat you’re coughing it up, it was alcohol. Instinctively your face scrunches up and you fear the worst for your baby, you’d rather consume no alcohol during your time but unfortunately, you weren’t able to do so. Kazuha on the other hand is laughing at the way you choke and cough it up, he takes a swig of it before he kisses you, forcing more down your throat. “We drank that the night we met, don’t you remember? Actually, probably not. It’s pretty strong,”

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Scaramouche had been napping lightly on his uncomfortable bed. He shoots up immediately when his phone goes off, blurry eyes scan through the short message, and he’s immediately calling the authorities. Much to his surprise, they called him to the station that wasn’t too far. They wanted to see the message to make sure it wasn’t some cruel joke. Running as fast as his legs would take him he finally arrived at the police station clutching his phone in hand. Quickly pulling up the message he shows them it, immediately they realize they got a call from the same number a while ago they decide it’s worth investigating.

Someone at the front desk tries to calm him down and assure him you’ll be okay but he’s more angry at himself. He should’ve just stayed with you, even if it meant Kazuha would be upset with him, not like it meant much to him anyway. After a few minutes of beating himself up an image of you flashes in his mind calming him down.

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You can’t really remember much but all of a sudden you’re in a beautiful dress, your makeup is done slightly, and your hair is awfully soft from being brushed. Pacing around the living room you’re hiccuping every couple of minutes and your face feels hot. Every time you try to form a coherent thought it feels like it’s being melted away by something invisible. Suddenly your hand is clasped by a large one, it strokes your thumb and gives your own an affirming squeeze. He holds onto your shoulder and you both start to sway to the soft music in the background. Laying your head on his chest with a gentle smile you hold onto him dearly as his hand snakes around your waist as he spins you around before dipping in for a kiss. Upon release, you smile happily as giggles erupt from your chest. Everything feels so wrong but you can’t seem to distinguish the fact that it’s wrong.

There’s a loud bang on the door that causes you to hold your head. Something about it is familiar. He lays you on the couch and places a blanket over you to keep you warm from the cold outside air.

To his surprise it was two policemen, they tried poking their heads inside but were stopped by Kazuha shifting his body.

“Can I help you?” he asked so innocently. “We received a report of domestic violence and we just wanted to confirm everything was alright.”

“Is that so… Well, my niece did accidentally call the authorities. Although me and my girlfriend have been drinking, perhaps we were being too loud-“

“We would like to come in and inspect the house.” without warning they push him aside and immediately they are met with a wasted you.

“Kazu~ You didn’f tell me you w-hic were inviting people over!” Lazily throwing the blanket off of you and attempt to stand but immediately fall back onto the couch. “Mmm sorry, can’t seem to hic- stand..”

“How much have you been drinking?” one of the cops asked flatly. “Mmm not mmmuch- hic” your words slurred. “Would you happen to have your phone on you?” he seemed fed up with your drunken behavior. “I don’t… I don’t know where it’s a-at…” a sudden wave of sleepiness crashed over you, you stretched out your limbs before curling into the blanket. Once you sober up you’re going to regret your actions.

“Well, she’s out cold.” Kazuha rubbed the back of his neck before apologizing quietly to the officers. Before they left they wanted to inspect the house quickly, so he showed them around, in the bedrooms, bathrooms, backyard, and kitchen. They seemed impressed with how nice the house was and with Kazuha’s smooth talking they were out just as quick as they came in. Once again, he apologized for the inconvenience and wished them a good night.

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Once the cops return they tell him the situation and he probably misunderstood it. Scara is a mess inside his head. Guess you really can’t rely on cops to do anything, huh. He needed to get to you and confirm you’re safe and sound if he didn’t want you around someone like Kazuha at first- he most definitely doesn’t want you around him now. It’s already late and if those cops were telling the truth, which he doesn’t see why they would lie, you’d probably be sleeping. (Hopefully not comfortably in Kazuha’s arms) Huffing out a sigh he walks back home. Even though you officially just met he’s fallen so hard for you, this wouldn’t be the first time.

You don’t remember since it was so long ago but you both used to be childhood friends. Both of your parents were always busy with work-related stuff and it was too easy to leave you both at a daycare. At first, you didn’t get along, both of you would argue about which color was better, which fruit, who had a better imaginary friend, and the list goes on... Over time you both learned to agree with one another and eventually, you started sharing things. The staff were always amazed at how you both went from disliking each other to practically being glued to each other. After some time your mother decided to quit her job so you wouldn’t feel alone so she pulled you out from daycare. This had Scaramouche confused and hurt. Did you dislike him? Had he done something wrong? Maybe he was being mean and didn’t notice. Ever since you left the staff noticed how he played by himself in the corner often with a scowl on his face. It felt like a part of him was missing.

Once again, both of you are now in middle school. Immediately he recognized you but held his tongue. Your seat was in front of his for art class but you never seemed to talk to anyone other than your friends. He wanted so bad to talk to you but could never build up the courage. Throughout the whole year you never once spoke to each other, he took it pretty hard… After all that time, you’re still upset with him.

The final time you see him is in high school, you’re both sophomores. You had dropped something in the hallway outside of your homeroom, a very fancy mechanical pen, to be exact. Scaramouche didn’t grow up poor but he wasn’t too fond of asking for specific things because he didn’t want his mom to think he was interested in it and end up buying him boxes of said things. It immediately caught his eye, he looked around before he went down to snatch it. His face went cold with fear when someone else’s hand bumped into his. Usually, he was careful with these things yet this time he would surely get caught. Immediately he played it off with an awkward laugh before pulling away, yet his heart skipped a beat when he was met with familiar e/c orbs staring back at him. It’s not awkward at all, staring into each other’s eyes it looks like you both long to say something but it’s immediately cut short when both of your friends approach from behind.

“Hey Y/n, what’s taking you so long- is this guy tryna steal from you- Don’t worry Y/n, I’ll make sure he never tries to steal from others again-!”Breaking the longing stares you turn around to call down your Oni friend Itto. “Woah woah- Calm down Itto- Nobody is trying to steal anything from anyone- Kokomi come get him, please.” She yanked him by the back of his jacket, trying to ease the situation by removing him.

“Oh yeah? Maybe you should pick on someone your own size, buddy.” Replied a certain ginger who looked like he was already throwing off his jacket and rolling up his sleeves.

“For goodness sake- we’re going to be late. Let’s go!” The tall blond lady replied in annoyance, she’s pinching the bridge of her nose.

Scaramouche awkwardly picks up the pencil before handing it back to you. After that, he just removes himself from the situation.

Childe is yanking Itto’s longer hair, in return Itto has his larger hand on Childe’s face, and both look ready to take a swing at each other. A small crowd has formed around them both. Signora simply grabs Childe by the scruff of his shirt before dragging him away. “You’re making a scene, ugh. All over one measly pen. Pathetic, both of you.” Signora’s scoldings were always hard and cold. “It doesn’t matter I already returned it-“ “Oh? Who knew you had a heart! I’m sure that girl is practically head over heels for you now.” She spat coldly as she navigated both of them through the crowd of people who gathered to watch the brawl, halfway through she dropped Childe, “Ow- thought I was getting a free ride to class, guess not.” “As if, I just got my nails done. Now on your feet.” Scaramouche laughed at their interactions, he knew some people might view them as cold and scary but to him they were his friends. “What are you laughing at, it’s creeping me out.” Signora feigned a disgusted voice but she was also smiling. “Oh, nothing. Let’s get to class, Teach is probably mad that we’re late.”

Meanwhile back at your group Kokomi is scolding Itto in a mean voice, the next second she’s apologizing to the teacher in a calm and collected voice. Itto doesn’t really care he’s more upset that someone tried stealing from his friend. He immediately stands straight when he hears Shinobu’s cold voiced ask what all the commotion was. He should probably run…

You, on the other hand, are fiddling with the pen. Have you met that person before? He looked like he knew you and wanted to say something.

Originally you wanted to thank him (even though he was trying to steal your expensive pen…) as an excuse to talk to him and get to know him but… he always seemed to be surrounded by his large group of friends. You knew they wouldn’t let you talk to him alone either... As much as it bothered you, you let bygones be bygones.

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By the time he’s done thinking about he’s already home. So surely, getting some rest will make some of the stress go away, right?

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When you open your eyes your head pounds and aches into your skull. What happened? Something about this feels familiar. You should feel sad and alone but the warmth behind you proves otherwise. Blinking a few times you try and figure out your best move. Should you just get up or should you try and coax him to get up with you? What did it matter? He’s holding you captive in your own home. The doors are probably locked anyways… Thoughts freeze in place when you feel warm kisses placed on the nape of your neck.

“Good morning, beautiful.” his voice is raspy, laced with sleepiness. If the circumstances were different you would probably be kissing him from how sexy he sounded. Luckily? Unfortunately? The circumstances are waaayyy different.

Curling up into a ball you let out small painful whimpers while holding onto your head. You always had the worst hangovers when you didn’t have something to worry or be sad about in the morning. Odd… This is something you should be worried about but… you can’t help but feel yourself play the part too well. Maybe it’s the numbing fear getting to your head, hmm…

Once again he’s bathing you and dressing you like his own personal doll. “Today, I was thinking we could go get you some new clothes. Your life will be changing from now on, so you’re gonna need a new, and cuter, wardrobe! No offense but I noticed you've gained some weight since we last spent the night together. Don't worry though, I think it's cute!” a smile crept up on his face as he brushed your hair before placing cute hairpins in it. Fighting the urge to tell him off how you didn’t want to wear whatever he had planned for you and that he should go find someone else, you hold your tongue back, painfully. Instead, you reply with a hum and nod. Your hand laid over your stomach, for the sake of your baby, you're going to get out of this situation no matter what.

Guiding you to his fancy and expensive car he, like the gentleman he is, opens the door for you and buckles you in. Immediately you notice the harsh perfume smell and spot fake eyelashes, sealed condoms, and a very certain tone of blue hair on the floor of the car. Just seeing the hair strand made you feel upset at Kazuha, surely Ayaka’s brother would beat the shit out of him if he knew he wasn’t loyal to his younger sister and that one day he may break her heart. You felt bad for all the girls he’s treated badly in his life, what brought him to the point where he felt the need to treat such amazing women so badly? Not dwelling on the thought too much because you’ll make yourself sad, you look forward at all the passing cars and people.

If only they knew you were being held captive. Not for long though, a certain Scaramouche is currently deciding his best move to get you away from Kazuha’s tight grasp.

♡ taglist: @swivy123

[just-dreaming-marvel]

Love That Burns ~ Ending 1 ~ 36

LOVE THAT BURNS MASTERLIST

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Word Count: 2,245ish

Summary: Logan has a plan to surprise you. What could possibly go wrong?

Warnings: character returns from the dead

Notes: Check out the Everyday Moments Masterlist for more moments of our favorite couple! Also, the chapter numbers will continue from the main storyline.

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To say Logan was nervous was an understatement. First off, he hated flying. Second of all, he had never planned a trip like this before, let alone by himself. You had been pestering him for years about going on a vacation, a true vacation, but he always found an excuse to brush it off. Now that your anniversary was nearing, Logan wanted to do something special for the two of you. Logan was going to surprise you with a ten day trip to Hawaii. He had rented a small house with a private beach for the week, just the two of you. He could only hope that you’d like it. 

It was a Saturday, so Logan wasn’t working. You had slipped out to run some errands by yourself , allowing Logan to prepare how he was going to tell you about the trip. He had bought a new swimsuit for you, something he hoped you would like in his favorite color to see you in. He placed it in a bag and set it on the counter.

Anxious about the present, Logan waited for you outside, keeping himself busy with chopping wood and working on his bike. When his ears picked up the sound of the truck, Logan quickly set the tools down and wiped his hands clean on his jeans before standing to meet you.

You smiled as you caught sight of Logan waiting for you outside. You parked the truck and Logan was there in no time, opening your door.

“Hey, sweetheart,” he greeted, leaning forward and meeting your lips for a brief kiss.

“Hey, honey,” you replied. “You been waiting for me?”

“Maybe.” He smirked. “What can I grab?”

“Everything’s in the back seat.”

“I’ll grab everything. You head inside.”

“Are you sure? I can–”

“Go. I can handle a few grocery bags.”

You kissed his cheek before heading inside. It didn’t take you long to notice the gift bag sitting on the counter. “Uh, Logan? What’s with the bag?”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” he responded, coming in with all the grocery bags.

“So you won’t mind me taking a look inside then?”

He shrugged. “Nope.”

With curious eyes, you peeked into the bag and pulled out the new swimsuit. You held it up, studying it, before peeking back into the bag. There was nothing else in it.

“Thanks, honey,” you said, trying to mask the utter confusion you were feeling. “I needed a new swimsuit?”

“Fuck, I didn’t think this all the way through,” he muttered.

“What is going on, Logan?”

He sighed, running a frustrated hand up his face and through his hair. “I’m taking you to Hawaii.”

The swimsuit dropped to the ground. “What?”

“Tomorrow. You and me. Hawaii.”

“You–You’re serious?”

“Very.”

You squealed and jumped up into Logan’s arms. He caught you with a laugh as your arms wrapped around his neck and your legs wrapped around his torso.

“Thank you! Thank you! Thank you!”

Logan pressed a kiss to your neck. “You’re welcome, sweetheart.”

You pulled your head away enough to look at him. “Are you sure you can handle it? I know how you feel about flying and not to mention the water. Do you–”

Logan shut you up with a kiss. “Your reaction sealed the deal, baby. I’ll be fine.”

“You sure?”

“I’m the one who planned it, didn’t I?”

“Yes, but–”

“Nope. We’re going.”

You squealed again, going back to hugging him tightly. “I love you so much!”

He chuckled in your grip. “I love you more.”

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Logan knew he had made the right choice as he watched you bounce around the airport. He couldn’t help but watch you with a loving smile. You were so excited that it was becoming contagious. It was helping but his anxieties at ease, especially since he had a few more surprises up his sleeves once you two reached Hawaii.

“Oh, Logan! Let’s–”

He quickly grabbed your hand and pulled you into him. “No more stops, sweetheart. We haven’t even gone through security yet. We can explore more once we’re past that.”

“Oh. Right. Let’s go!”

Logan laughed as you tried to tug him along. He willingly followed you to the security line. To distract himself from the oncoming pat down he would be forced to have, he wrapped you up in his arms and held your back against his chest. He also needed to make sure you didn’t happily wander off before you hit security. You leaned back into him, completely content with him holding you still as you waited in line.

“Are you guys newly weds?” A kind old lady asked as she stood behind you in line, watching you and Logan.

“No,” you responded with a smile. “We’ve been married for a few years now and have been together for even longer.”

“Well, it’s nice to see two young people such as yourselves so happily in love still.”

You and Logan had to bite back a laugh. If only this woman knew that Logan was 183 and you were 85. You were probably older than the woman herself.

“Thank you, ma’am,” Logan responded. “I got lucky.” He kissed your temple as you melted into him.

The lady smiled and looked at you. “You’ve got yourself a keeper there, dearie.”

You patted Logan’s arm that was around you. “Yes, I do,” you replied before meeting his lips for a kiss. 

When you reached the security checkpoint, you gave Logan another kiss.

“I’ll be right in front of you,” you told him, knowing that he hated situations like this.

“Okay,” he responded, sneaking another brief kiss before he let you go. 

He watched as you walked through the checkpoint with ease before turning around to wait for him. You shot him a smile as he stepped toward the TSA agent.

“I’ll take the pat down,” Logan stated.

The agent turned to his colleagues, “opt out.”

Suddenly, the coins and all other metal objects around begin to shake and float up. You and Logan are seemingly the only ones who seem to notice. You gasp as you realize who is standing behind Logan. Seeing your concern, Logan draws out his claws and spins around but was stopped before he could do any harm.

“What do you want?!” Logan asked as Magneto lifted his head.  

Without even thinking, you rushed back through the scanner and place yourself between Logan and Magneto, flames ready in your hands.

“There are dark forces, Wolverine, Ember,” Magneto responded, still holding a grip on Logan. “Human forces, building a weapon that could bring about the end of our kind. What I want… I want your help.”

“Why would we trust you?” You asked.

“You wouldn’t.”

Slowly, Magneto released Logan, causing Logan to pull you back behind him. It’s then you noticed that everyone in the airport had stopped moving. Logan tensed as he held onto you and stepped through the scanner. Your brows furrowed as you noticed the look on his face.

“What is it?” you whispered. 

“A wheelchair,” he breathed out.

You followed his line of sight to see Charles weaving through the crowd of frozen people. You couldn’t believe your eyes. Charles stopped his wheelchair a few feet away from you and Logan, with Magneto remaining behind you.

“Hello, Y/N, Logan,” Charles greeted.

“How is this possible?” Logan asked, stunned.

“As I told you a long time ago, you’re not the only one with gifts.”

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The X-Men jet was an unwanted familiarity as you and Logan stepped into it. Charles had promised to explain everything as soon as you reached the mansion. Magento and Charles let the two of you have your space in the back of the jet as you flew to your old home.

“I’m sorry,” you whispered to Logan.

He was completely confused as to why you were apologizing. “What are you apologizin’ for?”

“You worked so hard to plan a vacation and now we don’t even get to experience it.”

Logan pulled you into his lap and used his hand to keep you looking at him. “It’s not your fault. I’m the one who should be apologizing. Should have taken you on a vacation long ago.”

You sighed, resting your head in the crook of his neck. “Should have known that we’d get pulled back into this eventually.”

“We can say no.”

“You know we can’t… not when Charles is back.”

Logan sighed, kissing your head. “No matter what happens, we stick together.”

“Always.”

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Ororo was hugging you before you could fully step off of the jet. You quickly hugged back, tears pricking at your eyes. You had missed her so much.

“You never called,” she rasped, growing emotional.

“I’m so sorry,” you replied. “Forgive me?”

“Of course.”

When the two of you finally pulled away, Logan was swept into a hug from Ororo and Marie was on you. The hugs continued through Colossus, Bobby, and Kitty, each excited to see you and Logan. 

“Hold up!” Marie exclaimed, grabbing your left hand and holding it up. “Did you two get married?!”

“Yes,” you responded.

“And none of us were invited?” 

The room quieted down immediately, with everyone’s eyes on you and Logan. Sensing your emotions being to grow, Logan placed a hand around you and pulled you back into him for comfort.

“Technically, it’s not legal,” Logan responded. “But it’s real to us.”

“I’m very happy for you both,” Charles said with a smile, trying to ease the tension.

You couldn’t stop looking between Ororo and Marie, both clearly heartbroken about the lack of an invitation or an update. It had been twelve years since you had last seen or talked to any of them. You basically cut off communication as soon as you left.

“I think we need to all rest and regroup in the morning,” Charles suggested.

Magneto scoffed. “We’re wasting time,” he argued.

“Not enough to make a difference.” Charles rolled in front of you and gently took your hand. “We can talk later. Your room is cleaned and ready for you and Logan.”

“Thanks,” Logan replied, sensing that you were about to break down. “I’ll come back for our bags.”

Logan was practically carrying you as the two of you left the hangar, everyone watching. You couldn’t fully take in the idea of being back here, feeling too guilty for leaving your friends in the dust. You froze once you were inside of your room. It didn’t feel like home the way it once did and it hurt with the familiarity of it.

“Sweetheart,” Logan whispered, trying to get your attention elsewhere. 

“Can you go grab the bags?” You murmured.

“Those can wait. You need–”

“Please, Logan… I just need a few minutes.”

Logan sighed. He knew that it wasn’t worth arguing with you in this state. “Okay. I’ll be quick.”

You nodded, still focused on the room. He kissed the back of your head before slipping out of the room. The last few hours seemed like a fever dream. Charles was alive. He and Magneto needed you and Logan to help with an end-of-the-world scenario. You were back at the mansion, standing in the room you once considered home. Weren’t you just going to Hawaii with Logan? Was this some nightmare that you’d wake up from? Did you really want to be here? Did you really want to help?

~~~

Logan was trying to be as quick as possible, knowing that you needed him close.

“Can we talk?” Marie stepped into Logan’s path as he was heading back to you with the bags.

“Not now,” he muttered.

“Then when? You and Y/N left and never reached out. None of us knew where you were or how to get a hold of you.”

“We needed the time to ourselves."

Marie scoffed. “Twelve years?”

“I ain’t going to apologize, kid, if that's what you're looking for. I—“ 

The familiar scent of your smoke hit Logan's nostrils. He was taking multiple stairs at a time before Marie could stop him. He burst through the bedroom door to see you curled up on the floor, panicking with smoke coming off your body. 

“I got you, sweetheart,” he pulled you into his arms, not caring that you were burning through his clothes. 

“Can’t—cool—down.” Every one of your words was a strangled breath.

“It’s okay, princess. We’ll cool you down.” 

Logan lifted you up and carried you into the shower. He turned it on cold water, letting it run over the two of you.

“I’m sorry," you cried. “I’m sorry.”

Logan shushed you. “You’re okay. It’s okay.”

He held you until you returned to your normal body temperature. He quickly stripped you both of your wet clothes before drying you off, slipping one of his shirts over you, and tucking you into bed. He pulled some underwear on himself before crawling in bed behind you and tugging you to his chest.

“This is a lot,” you rasped.

“We can leave,” Logan mumbled. “We don't have to help.”

“Yes, we do… They are our family… and you heard Magneto. This could affect all mutants.”

“Yeah,” he sighed, burying his head into your neck. A few moments of silence fell between the two of you.

“I hope you know that this doesn't get you out of the Hawaii trip by any means. You’ll own me.”

He chuckled, pulling you impossibly closer. “Trust me, sweetheart, I’m already thinking of how to make it up to you.”

next chapter >

[adventures-on-foster-island]

Adoption Application Received

Name - Pepper @peppers-premier-ball

Age - 21

Region and city/route or a detailed description of the climate you live in - Wedgehurst in Galar (it rains a lot)

Home size, including property - I'd say its pretty big compared to most of the region but average in the town, but half of the lower level is used for my bakery, so I don't think that part counts, so 4 rooms on upper level, large living room on lower (and the bakery). hedged back yard, average sized with some berry trees :]

List any other humans or Pokémon living with you and their relation to you - none!

How many hours per week do you spend away from home at school/work? - I work from home ^_^

Allergies or aversions? - Slime, a lot of drooling, heavy shedding (sorry that its specific, I just need something that won't absolutely tank my shop's 5 Starmie hygiene rating!)

Tell me a little about yourself. What are your goals with your new partner? What kind of person are you? Is there anything else you think I should know about you? - Honestly I'd just like to have a Pokémon around, but I don't have any experience with them, which is why I wanted to ask someone for advice on any possible adoption! I'd like something to sit with after a long day and go on walks with, those sorts of things! but also a Pokémon that would know when I'm working and would be ok with watching some Pokévision for an hour or two while I'm working on a big order! I work as a baker, so I'm very hesitant to adopt a Pokémon that may cause customers to get sick, like poison types and grass types with poisonous spores, but I don't think it'd be too much of a problem if we found a way to keep it under control! I have been attacked by Pokémon a few times and it wasn't fun, so I'd like a Pokémon that wouldn't get mad easily, and wouldn't try to scare me or pretend to attack, but may still be able to stop new trainers from raiding my shop when I'm out getting berries.

"Thank you for your patience while I find you some suitable partners to meet! Why don't you follow me this way to meet them."

Ellisa led the way to a meeting room in the main building with a glass wall facing the garden. The floor was concrete for ease of cleaning, however there were plenty of plush rugs for comfort, as well as a few bean bag chairs, a recliner, and a small table with a few Pokémon toys. Waiting in the room were three Pokémon.

"First up, I would like you to meet Nacli! This poor little guy came from a shiny mill. The breeders were obviously inexperienced, otherwise they would have known that a pink color variation is far more rare than a shiny. The color comes from a high presence of iron in his mineral body, making his salt particularly nutritious.

Next up is this Swadloon. Her mother passed during the Shadow Sky last year, forcing her to evolve too soon in order to protect her siblings. She's stayed here a while to catch up on lost time, and is now ready for a permanent home. She's small for a Swadloon, but with time she should grow, and should she decide to evolve again later on she may grow to balance out. She is also a little shy, but very protective of those that she cares about.

Finally I have this very cute Litwick! They're a lavender variant, and very timid about their flame. They will do well in a bakery environment with their steady, cool-headed nature, able to feed off of and lower your stress during busy times. Their last partner unfortunately developed an allergy to lavender and was forced to put them up for adoption."

[messedupcookiejar]

May I say I was inspired by @palesweetscherryblossom

The human felt his heart throb loudly in his ears, he couldn't hear anything but his own heart beat as he ran. His limbs burnt as he thought he would fall at any moment and die. But he kept inhaling harshly even if it hurt. Even if the needed oxygen burned in his lungs and blurred his vision. He just wanted to get away, he wanted to be as far away as possible from that... that MONSTER! Tears tickled in his eyes and had made their way down his scarred cheeks, the marks on them were not just from the countless times he laid on that cold metal table.

Pain ran through his body as he gasped and she'd tears, his limbs shook as his hands were now open and bruised while his entire body twitched in the ground. His stupid self couldn't even keep his clothes clean! Now he just panted as his eyes darted around. He could barely make put anything... beside the fact that he wasn't in the woods anymore. Oh god!!? Where was he?! He needed to move.

He yelled at his body and coughed as he lifted himself up on his knees. His hands burned as the blood was smeared on the grass and dirt, he'd be lucky if he survived the night. Even more if he won't die from an infection later, he thought to himself before he coughed out some water again. His head turned upwards to the dark sky, even the so called "Gods" betrayed him now! Or did they cry tears of sadness... or mercy for him? He did not know.

Once he managed to pull himself up on his legs and had wiped his tears away with his long white sleeves, which were criminally dirty and bloody now, he was able to see a mansion or castle ahead. He was indeed no longer in the woods, he was in a luxurious garden with neatly trimmed rose bushes and a beautiful mental gate. It seemed like he had tripped over the cobblestone path before it when he exited the wounds.

A small pant exited his lips while his shaking body tried desperately to give him some warmth. But soaked in his own blood and rain it was nearly impossible for his weak and inferior body to do so. He cursed his limps out as he moved them, his hands reached for the cold metal gate as he opened it with ease. His crooked pinkies glided along the metal poles for just a moment before he stepped closer.

He had to sneeze and gasp while moving through the garden to get to the door, curse his allergies. He just hoped that the owner of the palace was kind enough to let him stay the night and not die in the rain. But he doubted they would even see him as a human, bot with his pointy ears, crooked fingers and weak color. He looked more dead than alive as his body fought for every step he took. Now he knew why his father had been so cruel, so violent. He had tried to deny it all his life... but... but..

He was weak, pathetic even. He was a waste of air.... not worth living, a simple mistake... miscalculation.

His body screamed with pain as he had collapsed before the door. Everything was dark and cold as he had fallen against the door and then down. He couldn't even know properly, how pathetic. Every breath was harder than the last as he tried to unstick his tongue from his throat. He could barely see a thing as his body jumped between being absolutely limb and twitching.

Though, he then felt something. As the world turned blurry there was something... something gentle. He had to fight to open his eyes again, there was a light! Was this it? Was it truly over? Will he now leave all this behind? Will his pain finally stop? He made out a figure... they... were glowing, right? He blinked again as a gentle hand cupped his face it was cool... or not really? This... this was a... an angel.

"It appears like you are lost traveler from far lands. And terribly hurt additionally," a soft and sweet voice whispered to him. It had so much warm, so much kindness. The man put up a last fight as he moved to sit up. His eyes fully focused on the beautiful angle before him.

They had a gentle glow... almost a halo around their long white hair, wavey and perfectly taken care of. Gentle but strong arms helped him sit up as he was also pulled closer, they were not disgusted by his sweaty and dirty body. The gentle fingertips danced over his skin, cleaning his cheeks and removing his tears. The fair skin along their limbs had a beautiful glow and appeared flawless... so royal..

"Please... please help me," he gasped and coughed immediately after, his voice was weak and nothing to mention. It was so dry it made his head spin from just talking, "please! I beg you," his electric blue eyes searched for their face only to feel a sudden rush of blood travel to his face. A gorgeous man held him in his arms, as gorgeous as the nightsky that should have been above them. We'll kept hair framed his perfect face. It looked so beautifully slim with defined cheekbones his eyes were surrounded by scars just like his lips and neck. But they only added to the beauty of those thin but beautiful lip and crimson red eyes.... glowing in the... glowing? RED EYES!!!

He gasped as he tried to move but he was held in place... mostly by his body's inability to do anything. Even if he was supposed to run and scream he had no energy to talk and move. He couldn't fight... he could yell... he could only look at the beautiful vampire before him.

"Oh, I see you have been in trouble. Though you do not seem like a human to me, you smell different. You smell almost like me, though not entirely. What have they done to you?" He whispered as his eyes traveled over his body, which had a couple bite marks, and then halted at his face and features. After a small pause a soft smile formed on his face, fangs poking out past his lips. "Do you accept my humble help?" He whispered as he gingerly sat the man down before him and then undid his fancy button up.

The lace around the sleeves, chest and neck shifted down as he had opened his well-made and expensive shirt exposing his neck and chest. He didn't seem bothered by the cold of the night at all, not even the fact that now that he sat on the ground his clothes soaked up everything around them. "I'll aid your mortal pains. Come here, enjoy the honor of being offered my self," he uttered as Toya felt another rush of blood travel through his body.

This heavenly creature had unveiled itself before him and now this?! He spoke so calmly and softly as his body didn't even shiver from the winds around them, unlike Toya's. His body shook as his eyes focused on the exposed and blemished skin around his neck. His brain had flipped as he just thought about jumping the vampire. But he needed to run! He... he..... he...

After a few moments of silence the other spoke again as one of his hands extended towards Toya and caressed his cheeks gingerly with his long index finger. "I'm Tomura, what's your name humble stranger?" His words were almost like a warm spring breeze towards him. He could not believe anyone would want to talk to him like that... ever.

"Mh... my... my n-.. name is T-Toya," he stuttered as his teeth shook and clattered.

"Toya, a wonderful name. Tell me Toya, why don't you take me up on my offer?" He questioned as he slowly guided his body closer, it did not fight his attempts as it was hardly able to move on its own.

"I'm.... I.. I am ... human... no.. not ... a v-v-ampire," he explained as his eyes focused on the other's expression. It was neither mad nor disappointed or even unhappy. It remained soft and neutral... like a beautiful porcelain statue filled with honor and grace.

"But you want to survive don't you?"

"I... I... I do, as... as," he couldn't continue. He had been bitten by vampires on his escape... he had run from everything thag had come his way so far. How was this breathtaking stranger... no... no Tomura, going to help him? "You... won't be... be able to... to turn me."

"Well, I am not planning on biting you. But let me tell you something, I am very special. Just try and drink my blood, you will understand instantly," his voice sang as it almost lured him in with the gentle eyes and beautiful shell.

"I... I am human... I.. I don't drink blood!" He fought back as he felt his mouth water. He was human! He was not a monster! He swallowed the saliva that had pooled into his mouth and almost dripped past his cool and numb lips.

"You are not human, I am sure you are very aware of that," Tomura stated as his eyes focused on his guest.

"I...you...," he didn't answer.

The vampire spoke with a soft voice, close to a whisper, "It's okay, there is no need to be afraid. My gift is not one of malice. It's a beautiful gift of strength and health beyond your wildest imagination, Toya. You Wil never tremble from the cold ever again. You will never be on the brink of death ever again. All your mortal shackles will be undone, and you'll be free."

Toya felt his heart pause and then burst at the thought of freedom. He had... had never been... free. His father never allowed it, he was supposed to only listen to him. He was supposed to stay in the cold cage of the basement and not cry for help. He should take it... he was weak. He was worthless. But he shool his head slowly. "No... I... I am not a monster," his voice was almost drowned by the rain around them.

"Is thaf what you think of me? Of yourself?" Tomura's crimson eyes glowed up faintly, causing Toya to shake, but nothing happened... he... was well, the hands were still cradling his face softly," You think you know me, but do you truly? Or do you just believe the lies of the red skies the humans tell you about, but no matter what they say or make up, the sky will always be blue," he chuckled at the end. "And if I were such a vicious barbaric creature, I would have eaten you long ago," his voice almost turned into a purr before the eyes stopped glowing.

"But... I... the killing... the thirst. I... I don't want to be like that. It's... cold... dark... unforgiving," he stammered as he tried to focus on the words more than his numb tongue. He can't hold on for much longer.. but... but he didn't.... didn't..

"Thirst and hunger are natural, you experience this as well. You can wait until it's time for a meal. You'll learn to control your hunger. The darkness, however, is only there because you think it's there. You hold a blindfold before your own eyes and act like you can't tale it off. The darkness is only a mere shadow or what you would call fear. And you do fear, don't you? I can smell your fear, but it's not me entirely, isn't it?" His voice dripped with temptation as Toya felt him shift and lean his shoulder closer.

He may deny it... but he can smell it... he smelled wonderful... tasty even. He turned his head away at the last second to try and remain his human control and honor.

"You won't need to fear any longer. You'll have the power to remove the blindfold and bend your fears with just just pinky. The world will bend to your will. No one will be able to hurt you ever again~. Doesn't that sound wonderful, Toya? Doesn't that sound like paradise?" He smiled as the name of the other sounded so beautiful on his tongue.

He swore he had never heard something so soft and endearing before. His eyes focused on the blurry ground before returning to the almost glowing figure before him hesitantly. "But... but I'll lose myself, I lose who I am... I... I would lose Toya," he gasped. But then again... was that against his own wishes?

Just the tip of one of Tomura's fingers was enough to turn his head fully to himself. Toya felt his insides squeeze when the vampire still wore the gentle expression... how could he? He had insulted him? And yet... yet he couldn't help but look deeply into those eternal eyes.

"You won't lose yourself. You were never you, but now you, a small caterpillar, will finally be able to turn into the most beautiful and colorful butterfly. But before you will do so you have to build your cocoon. You then will lay yourself into it and slowly decompose your self, and rebuild it. Everything that defines "You" will be used to form a new "You". Now tell me, will that new "You" made out of the exact materials from your old "You" be a different "You", just because you yourself changed the composition of what defines yourself?"

The mutant was silent as his eyes traveled along the timeless beauty of the other's face. He bit on his own tongue and inner cheeks as he, on one hand, tried to ignore the alluring scent and thoughts of finally drinking some real blood... and, on the other hand, thinking about his question. However, he knew the answer. He knew it by heart. But... he didn't know if he could abandon his caterpillar life just like that.

The vampire extended his wrist of one hand gently towards him. The flesh was cool but the pulse of life was slow and steady below the skin. He could smell the sweet and intriguing scent of blood already, just this time he couldn't stop his mouth from watering as drops of saliva escaped his lips. He had wanted this for so long, it had been forbidden... it was a sin. It was not human to want to blood of another.

"Take it," his silvery voice pulled him closer, "You know it's the only way forward. Take a leap of faith, I promise you won't regret it," his voice turned velvet-smooth as the hand on his face guided him closer to the vampire, drawing him in temptation. "I'll be by your side, every step of the way. I am going to guide you through everything. You will never be alone again, dearest Toya."

There was a long and tense moment of silence between them before Toya's eyes turned soft as well. He didn't have any strength left in his limps as he moved his head to reach the shoulder. But he was to weak. His entire body collapsed against the vampire who caught him... like promised. His soft and weak gaze looked at his radiant expression while the vampire pulled him closer into an embrace anf towards the wall. There was no need to say anything, he was sure he wasn't even able to say a thing.

The world turned dark, cold and blurry as he closed his weak eyelids. Breathing was more difficult with every passing second as he forced the air into his lungs. He tried his very best to define reality and make the impossible reachable. His cold limbs reasted against the unknown but sweet figure of the vampire... the sweetest person he had met in his short life... was this it? But... he wanted to be a butterfly... the most beautiful.... of... them... all.

......

...

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It's

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Not over?

A sudden burst of warm energy flowed through him. His body shook weakly whike his eyelids flew open, though as soon as they did so his entire body heated up. Sweet and delicious blood hung around his lips and pooled into his mouth. He had to swallow harshly, but with every small bit he felt his vision and senses come back.

Soft lips were placed against his as he felt them disconnected for just a moment before coming back with new sweet blood. His entire mind flipped as he finally made out the magnificent man with blood all over his lips. He bit his own arm, and then his face moved to him quickly. He couldn't do a single thing as their open mouths met again, and more life force was brought into his body.

He closed his eyes and swallowed before his fingertips twitched. Longer nails had grown which moved along the cool skin on the vampire. But Toya's mind was gone. Swiftly and unexpectedly his hands speeded towards Tomura. One placed itself on his back while the other moved to his head, holding onto the luxurious, velvet locks that simmered in the soft moon light. He pulled him closer as the other tried to move back, capturing his lips in an even softer kiss. The vampire passed for only a moment before he gave in and kissed the other as well.

The mutant didn't even know how his body was doing it... but it was moving as he slowly sat up again and held Tomura in place, though he could tell the vampire clearly allowed it as he enjoyed the kiss as well. It was messy but incredibly soft. He had never known something could feel so warm and gentle. Still, he only kept their lips intertwined for a few more moment before his mind was fully broken, and his head moved to something more delicious. A soft film of the addicting and numbing substance remained on his lips as he panted. His eyes started to glow, but the gaze in them was lost and clouded. He only wanted one thing, his neck.

He couldn't hesitate any longer as he sunk his teeth into the soft and now seemingly warmer flesh. He grunted as he did so, but he couldn't help but hear an impossibly sweet and almost vulnerable gasp from the other. Though what he could definitely feel was both their bodies shaking before they melted against one another. Tomura's arms settled around his shoulders as he held onto his head and held him close while soft gasps came from his lips.

The vampire might not admit it, but he had never had anyone drink his blood. He knew that vampires had venom in their fangs that made the victim calmer and may even arouse one to make them putty in place... but feeling it himself.. his knees turned into jelly. He had not known that they could do that.

But that did not mean he would stop Toya, no... his own vision blurred as he heard the man gasp and then grunt before their lips met again. This time more violently, he could clearly feel the fangs in his mouth as they pulled against his lips... but so did his own as he pushed him closer and then down.

The mutant gasped when his body hit the ground. His vision had turned red while he looked at the gorgeous vampire who now hovered above him, panting as blood dripped down from his lips. Their gazes met for a moment, it felt so long and incredibly soft before Tomura lowered himself down and bit his shoulder for just a few seconds. Thought those seconds made everything tingle and jump inside the other before their lips met for a kiss again.

The aristocratic vampire pulled him closer before he slowly went limp in his arms. He could feel his blood in his mouth and own system pulsate while their lips met again and again for sweet and light kisses. It felt like forever before their lips finally let go of ome another as they panted and drowned in each other's glowing eyes. The vampire smiled as he looked down at the other, now adorned with attractive glowing blue eyes. "It's just like I promised, isn't it?"

"Yeah.... and more," the newly born butterfly whispered to him as one of his cool hands moved up to cup his cheek on the left side, "that and even more."

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Here is something for you and your new AU. I love homoerotic vampires. And I'll probably make this into a whole fic with the child reader.

[idesireelysian]

smut abcs: sanzu

pairing: sanzu x m!reader

cw/tw: semi-public sex, gun kink, mentions of wound-fucking, hair pulling, throat-fucking, pet play, falling unconscious (sanzu, not reader), edging, mentioned threesome/group sex, hinted overstimulation

a - aftercare

sanzu is sleepy after sex, he wants to get cleaned up and then just go to sleep cuddling. he can adapt to a shared bath though, if that’s what you prefer. if it’s just a quickie he doesn’t really need anything, and if he has to, he can actually hide the fact that the two of you just fucked pretty easily.

b - body part

i do think that he has somewhat of a hand kink, so hands certainly are worth mentioning. he also really likes your eyes—your whole face, actually. those are probably his favorites.

c - cum

his: he doesn’t cum that much during one orgasm, which makes it very fun to try and milk him dry. it’ll take quite a while, but trust me, he’s very much into it.

yours: he’s down bad for you cumming inside him, be it his mouth, throat (he’ll make sure to swallow all of it) or his ass. he’d even let you plug him up, if you’re into that.

d - dirty secret

i just know this man’s walked around in public with a vibrator up his ass before. when the pleasure got too much, he quickly jerked off in the bathroom, then continued his day like normal. he kind of wanted you—or anyone else, really—to notice, it would’ve been so humiliating, though also a huge turn on for him, given whoever noticed is into it too.

e - experience

i imagine that pretty much everyone in bonten is fucking everyone else in bonten, so bonten!sanzu is certainly very experienced. i do think he’s less experienced in the other timelines, but still moreso than the average person.

f - favorite position

getting fucked: bend him over a table, a desk, a drawer, the kitchen counter—just bend him over something and fuck him from behind. he might want to hold your hand though, or you can let him suck your fingers. another favorite of his is when you’re fucking him on a soft mattress. lying on his back, so he can look up into your beautiful eyes, and wrap his legs around your waist. hold one/both of his hands for bonus points, and occasionally (but passionately) kiss him.

fucking you: he wants to be able to see, and touch, and kiss every part of you, so he either wants you in his lap, or even better, on a bed, looking at him. he loves being able to see your eyes, and leaving hickeys and other marks on your body while fucking you.

g - goofy

i think this really depends. he’s certainly into bdsm, healthy bdsm, and can act out his role in perfect seriousness, no matter the scene or circumstances. sometimes you might think he’s scarily good at acting. however, otherwise, if you like to joke around, he’ll join you in on it with ease.

h - hair

body hair: i’m sorry, but i just have to add that his pubes are/he dyes them pink like his hair. anyways, i think he just makes them look clean, like he takes care of them (which he does). he has some body hair, but it’s a very light color and barely visible, so he doesn’t bother shaving his legs or anything like that to look good.

hair pulling: fuck him bent over something and force him to keep up his head by pulling on his hair, he’ll love it. however, he specifically doesn’t like to pull on your hair. unless, maybe, when you’re sucking him off.

i - intimacy

i’ve said it before, and i’ll say it again, but especially when you’re having gentle sex, he just wants to hold your hand. he also really likes to kiss you. the first time he said ,i love you’ out loud? you were slow-fucking him. he loves rough sex, yes, but sometimes he just wants to get pampered with love and gentle fucking/pamper you with said things.

j - jacking off

sanzu mostly jerks his dick as quick as possible. he’s honestly not too big of a fan of masturbating, he’d much rather sleep around, have sex with you, or at least do it in front of some kind of audience. he feels it’s kind of useless otherwise. still, sometimes he likes to fuck himself on a dildo. preferably one that you’ve gifted to him, so he can remember you and sing your name while fucking himself silly.

k - kink

okay. honestly, i imagine him having quite an amount of kinks, but the one that’s certainly worth mentioning is his horrible gunkink. especially bonten!sanzu gets incredibly turned on if you pull out a gun and point it at him. fuck him at gun point, he’d be in heaven. bonus points if you touch his temple or neck with it, extra bonus points if the safety is off. he trusts you. and if you’re concerned about safety, remove the bullets beforehand, but don’t tell him. knowing you could kill him any moment makes him so much harder. dare to go wild his gunkink. he’ll suck off your weapon if you let him, going as far as pushing it down his throat. he’d even let you insert it into his ass. that said, he doesn’t get turned by guns if it’s any random person holding it. it needs to be someone like you, someone he’s close with, who he can trust, and who turns him on anyway.

l - location

he’s not a fan of fucking outside. other than that, he doesn’t have too much of a preference, as long as he can hold onto something for stability, and nobody that he doesn’t want to see/hear is able to.

n - no

as said before, he’s into basically anything. even stuff like piss, vomit, knife play, blood play, and whatnot. especially bonten!sanzu, he’s honestly fucked in the head and into pretty much anything, even pretty high levels of masochism. what he doesn’t really like though is wound-fucking. in the moment he doesn’t really care about hygiene, but no dick will ever get close to his deeper wounds. your fingers might, if you’re both down bad, but it’s a dark gray area.

o - oral

giving: he loves when you fuck his throat, when you make him choke on your dick, and make him cry. he’ll relax his jaw and let you do whatever you want to him. he’s not very fond of eating you out, though. it’s simply weird to him.

receiving: he also loves to throat-fuck you, though. if you lay on your bed, head off the mattress, and let him fuck into your mouth while watching his dick form a bulge on your neck, he’s in heaven. bonus points if you let him lightly press down on said bulge. he’s hugely fascinated by it, and the fact that he can feel his own cock inside your throat makes him cum immediately. one of the few things he doesn’t like is when you eat him out. he might allow you to once in a while if you want to really badly, he thinks it feels okay, but it’s not really pleasuring him.

p - pace

depends a lot. usually he prefers getting fucked fast and rough, but sometimes he wants it to be slow and soft. if you prefer it slow by a lot, he can accomodate, but it might take him a while. especially bonten!sanzu, he’s very used to sex being fast and rough, so he needs quite a bit to adjust. he will do it for your sake, though.

q - quickie

always down for a quickie, no questions asked. bonus points if you cum inside him, and he gets to walk around with it leaking out into his underwear.

r - risk

i keep on talking about bonten!sanzu (i just love the bonten timeline, sorry), but he’s done more risky things than you can count on ten fingers. way more. in the other timelines he hasn’t done too many risky things, but if you want to, he’s always up for it.

s - stamina

getting fucked: he can easily go a few rounds, even if he’s riding you, but after round five or six he’s gone totally limp. he’s still very much conscious though, and he’ll let you continue fucking him for as long as you want to, even cumming for quite a few times still. at some point he’s milked dry though, and if you keep going after he’s had his first dry orgasm, he’ll fall uncoscious. there’s a very small chance he’ll still let you continue after that (how do you even have so much stamina, honestly?), but if you ask nicely before starting your session, he might agree.

fucking you: i don’t think he can go any more than three or four rounds, even if he tries. his body is just too exhausted. he’ll let you ride him until you’re satisfied though, but sadly, you can’t rely on him for help.

t - toys

he’ll be very happy if you gift him a dildo or two. he might even record himself using them, so he can send the videos to you, and you can jerk off to them later. apart from that, he kind of likes butt plugs. he’d wear cat ears, a collar, and a tail plug for you, too, if you’d want him to. you could even have him on a leash, and order him around in your own apartment/house for a bit.

u - unfair

teasing: unless you specifically ask him to, he won’t tease you much. he gets a lot more pleasure himself if you’re happy too.

getting teased: he hates to admit it, but he loves getting edged/edging himself. in that sense, he loves being teasted. he hates if you send him spicy pictures though, because he feels uncomfortable jerking off to them, so he’ll just be horny with no release. apart from that, he’s not too fond of it, but he doesn’t dislike it or anything.

v - volume

most of the time he isn’t too loud, but he makes a ton of noises. whines, whimpers, moans, sighs, groans, you name it. there’s barely a moment of silence. he’s actually more vocal when fucking you or when getting sucked off, not because he likes it more, but because it just feels good in different ways. you can make him scream though, if you’re rough enough, or if you hit one/multiple of his kinks head-on.

w - wild card

sanzu is actually very much up for a threesome, or even group sex. be it his friends, yours, some you share—as long as at least one of you two knows them, he’d love it if there were more people involved than just the two of you. don’t get him wrong, he loves you, and you can satisfy him perfectly, but it kind of turns him on. his personal pick would probably be rindou, i think, if you were to ask who he’d like to have a threesome with. or mucho, given he’s alive in this timeline.

x - x-ray

he doesn’t have too many muscles or fat, he’s naturally just very skinny, and has always had problems with putting on weight. luckily, it doesn’t bother him that much, and he feels pretty healthy as is. i think his dick is both a little longer and a little thicker than average, and it’s pretty pinkish, too.

y - yearning

his sex drive isn’t that high, but he enjoys sex a lot and bonten!sanzu fucks a lot as a way of self-destruction. and if someone asks him to fuck, he nearly always starts feeling like it and agrees. either way, even though his libido isn’t too high, he ends up fucking others and/or you quite a lot, especially if yours is high.

z - zzz

after multiple rounds, he gets very sleepy very quickly. he can easily handle a quickie without getting too tired, but if you fuck his soul out of his body, he’ll fall asleep in a maximum of five minutes. unless you/the circumstances don’t allow it.

[malleusthehammer]

Hi I'm sending for the injury prompts, I'm begging you, please do 2 with Jack the Ripper!

Our boi has beautiful eyes and more people need to acknowledge that!

And keep up the good work I love your writing! //__🖤

HAIII I AM SO SORRY FOR THE WAIT I HAVE BEEN ABSOLUTELY SWAMPED BY LIFE HHJNB but this ask is cute so :3

Jack the Ripper with the prompt "Your eyes" Warnings: Hurt, injuries, blood Type: Fic

Monitors beeped, footsteps echoed, wheels whined. The halls of the hospital were filled with noises that you were able to tune out with years of experience. Your hand swiftly wrote more vitals down for a few patients that you had, but it was quickly ended with a loud siren. You had heard it many times, but this was even worse. Since Ragnarok had began, you and your fellow nurses were swamped with the mounds of patients piled on you. But you had seen this before, with Ares’ army fighting Hercules.

Something in your gut yelled at you, saying that something was different. That something was out of place. Your feet rushed to the doors near the siren. Nurses and fellow angels pushed a stretcher through the doors, yelling around them for patrons to get out the way. You quickly ran after them, clipboard in hand with a new patient sheet. Nurses yelled vitals at you, your hand writing as quick as possible. The world seemed to slow down as you looked at the poor man. He was completely battered and bruised. The entire gaping hole in his abdomen still gushing with blood.

Of course he was raced to the Emergency room, the lead doctors working their good hands on him. As you waited patiently for the man to get out of surgery, you caught wind of the patients origin. Essentially, you heard that he was the fighter for the fourth round of Ragnarok. ‘Jack the Ripper’ although the name sounded oddly familiar to you, you couldn’t place a finger on where you heard it from. But thoughts crossed your mind: ‘Why would Brünnhilde choose such a vile person to represent humanity?’ and ‘How did a human such like him kill a god?’. But as soon as you tried to find the answers to such questions, you were quickly called to be at his bedside.

As you walked in, your eyes were immediately caught by the messy state he was in. His hair was a mess, covered in blood and disheveled. You quickly came to his aid, slipping on some gloves. Once again, you took his vitals and wrote them down. His breathing caught you off guard slightly, it beginning to become faster. You slightly ignored it, just thinking it was him having a bad dream. As you tucked his hair back slightly, taking an alcohol-covered cotton ball to the dried blood. You cleaned it thoroughly, humming a small song to ease your mind. As soon as you went to run some another cotton ball over his forehead, his eyes fluttered open. Your body immediately froze, your attention quickly turned to his one maroon tinted eye.

He froze also, his eyes locked with yours. He seemed as surprised as you, but more care in his eyes. Your hand retracted from his face, your mouth still slightly agape at the beauty of his eyes. The silence between you two was loud, but the red blush on your cheeks screamed louder than any other sound.

After you caught yourself staring, you quickly went back to work.

“I-I’m sorry, sir..”

Your hands gently caressed his face as you pushed more of his hair out of the way to check for any more injuries. You tried to refrain from eye contact, but your blush never went away. His face almost looked the same shade, but his eyes followed yours.

He gently broke the silence with his gentle voice

“Please.. call me Jack, Dear..”

You swallowed hard, smiling softly.

“Yes- Yes sir.. I’m sorry- your eyes are gorgeous..”

A gentle smile appeared on Jack’s lips, his eyes still half lidded. He looked you up and down, almost making sure to take every little detail of you in. Your color was truly extravagant to him. A new color he had never studied before. A more of a loving tone, almost reminding of his mother’s color.

“Don’t apologize, dear.. Thank you..”

HI HI HALLOOOOOO guess who’s back?! it’s me baebee!! anyways- i’m sorry if this is sucky. I’ve been having a whole rollercoaster of life rn- but asks will still be closed til i finish the ones i haven’t gotten to. Just check my bio to see if my asks are open! Have a wonderful day or night :3

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The Labyrinth

I was just sitting there, minding my own business and eating some popcorn when this came and clocked me over the head. The basic idea for this was that a very easy parallel could be made between Techno and the Minotaur, but I also refuse angst on this fine day so I made Tommy Aridane. Kind of.

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He stares up at the shelf. The books on there are juuuust out of his reach and there are ones on the lower shelves, but he's already looked through all of those ones. He wants to have something new and Tommy's been gone for longer than he expected so he can't feasibly ask to have one or two pulled down for him. Plus he got bored of the toys quickly. Tommy not being there to play with him really makes the adventures boring.

He tilts his head, judging the height. He might be able to jump for one of the shorter books, but the couple he can tell are shorter are also closer to the wall. There really needs to be a way to grab these things. Tommy's shorter than the highest shelves, but he knows that Tommy's able to get things down from them.

His fingers barely brush the spines of a few of the books, not able to actually grab any part of them by the time he's fallen back to the ground. He pouts at it. This isn't fair! Tommy said he's be back before he got too bored and he's already played as much as he wanted, taken a nap, and gone through all the books twice! Tommy should be back by now so they can do something together. Even if it's going into the other rooms and cleaning up the floaty things that make him sneeze, it would be something.

The books on the lower shelf taunt him. Their colorful promises of entertainment lies as all of their words and images instantly pop into his head fresher than his memory of being woken up by Tommy for breakfast.

Something shifts, his ear pricking up as he spins to the door. That's Tommy! He's back!

He runs to the door, scrabbling for the handle to push it open and shove his head out into the hall. Tommy said to stay in the room and he is, but he wants to see his brother as soon as possible after however long it's been since he left.

It doesn't take long for Tommy to turn one of the corners, a bright grin spreading across his face as he opens his arms and he runs out the door, jumping at Tommy's chest and clinging as he's picked up. Tommy's making soothing sounds. Croons that ease the tension he hadn't noticed as he responds with a vibrating purr. Fingers are running over his head, nails scratching lightly around his ears with each pass. It's perfect. Wonderful. He never wants this to end even though Tommy insists that at some point he'll get too big to cling like he is now.

Tommy starts moving, turning away from the room he'd been in all day and he hopes they're going to the nest room. It'd be nice to curl up under their sheets and listen to Tommy tell a story over a floating , shifting light.

Only, he smells the eating room instead of the comfort of their nest and that would be okay. Tommy made sure he had breakfast when he woke up and food for the second meal, but he was gone a lot longer than he said he would be. It makes sense that Tommy would want to make sure he eats before sleep. But, there's a strange smell that's growing stronger and stronger with every step Tommy takes. Tommy always tells him to avoid anything that might be strange. Sounds, smells, sights. He's supposed to avoid them and heading straight towards one is making his stomach knot.

Tommy's still making soft croons, more sounds than any kind of words, but there's no fear in it. Just comfort and the faint sourness that always clings underneath his scent.

He curls tighter in Tommy's arms, clutching at his clothes and tucking his face into the chest. Tommy's not worried about whatever they're approaching, but it's still making something inside of him want to hide. He hates it, but Tommy's never ever, ever put him in danger so he can deal with the strange smell for however long Tommy needs him to for food and a check up. He can be brave like the characters in the stories Tommy tells him.

"∴𝙹∴, ℸ ̣ ⍑ᒷ|| ᔑ∷ᒷ ᓭᒲᔑꖎꖎ," a strange voice says and he freezes in Tommy's arms.

Maybe if he's perfectly still, whatever it is won't be able to see him.

"╎⎓ ||𝙹⚍ ᓭᓵᔑ∷ᒷ ⍑╎ᒲ, i ᔑᒲ ↸∷𝙹!¡ ||𝙹⚍ ╎リ ℸ ̣ ⍑ᒷ ↸ᒷᒷ!¡ ⚍リℸ ̣ ╎ꖎ i ∷ᒷᒲᒷᒲʖᒷ∷ ||𝙹⚍ ᔑ∷ᒷ ℸ ̣ ⍑ᒷ∷ᒷ," Tommy rumbles in warning, spitting the words out as they seem to hang in the air.

It's not aimed at him, hissed at the other thing in the room and he risks peaking up at Tommy. He has a scowl on his face, twisting the faint image into something he's seen make things start running away. It's never scared him, though. It only ever feels comforting to see and he turns his head slightly to see what Tommy's talking to.

Vaguely, it resembles Tommy. The same kind of build, two arms and legs, and fur that's only on the top of its head. But it's also different. Green and white where Tommy is browns, reds, and yellows. Its face is static. Not moving in any way where Tommy's is almost always changing.

It's weird and he's not sure why Tommy let it be here.

"⎓╎リᒷ, ⎓╎リᒷ. ᓭℸ ̣ ╎ꖎꖎ, ∴⍑ᒷリ ||𝙹⚍ ᓭᔑ╎↸ ||𝙹⚍ ⍑ᔑ↸ ᔑ ⍑ᒷꖎꖎ ᓵ∷ᒷᔑℸ ̣ ⚍∷ᒷ ╎リ ||𝙹⚍∷ !¡⚍⨅⨅ꖎᒷ, i ∴ᔑᓭ ᓭᒷᒷ ᓭ𝙹ᒲᒷℸ ̣ ⍑╎リ⊣ ꖎᔑ∷⊣ᒷ," the strange voice says.

His ear twitches. It sounds like it's coming from the strange thing, but there wasn't any movement to show it speaking. Maybe it's like one of those creatures in Tommy's stories that can speak in your head?

Tommy grumbles, adjusting him before stepping towards the various storages and rummaging through it with one hand. He keeps staring at the other thing over Tommy's shoulder. It hasn't moved anything besides the white bit to follow them over here so it might not be planning to hurt them? But being watched by that blank face isn't helping the swooping inside of him so he ducks back down to hide in Tommy's chest as a pleased click comes out of Tommy's throat.

"Hey, little shoat," Tommy whispers, speaking in the words he can actually understand. "Think you're up for eating a bit? It's your favorite."

He shifts again, peaking at the bowl in Tommy's hand. There's a bunch of the delicious things that grow in the darker areas. The ones that had Tommy panicking and hovering the first time he ate some, asking if he was okay what felt like every couple seconds and refusing to put him down for a lot longer. He's still not sure why Tommy was so worried then and even now he tries to keep them out of his reach and hovers, but they are the best. He doesn't get why Tommy doesn't like them.

The bowl is clenched in one of his hands and against Tommy's chest as he looks over the offerings inside. They all smell delicious. Not musty in a bad way and he really, really wants to grab some right now, but that would require letting go of Tommy. Which is not going to happen while that other thing is still here.

A faint cough as Tommy sits down across from the thing and he shifts to better get at the bowl. The first one he grabs smushes between his teeth and he can't help the pleased sound at the flavor seeping over his tongue.

"Would it be better to talk like this?" that voice asks. He pauses in chewing the top of one to glance at the thing. It's slumped over the table, the white part resting on top of part of the green.

"Whatever," Tommy huffs, running fingers through his fur. "...It's better for him." The white thing tilts and Tommy rushes to continue, "Anyway, I just need some help. I've been doing all of this by ear and I've only recently felt comfortable leaving for a bit to hunt."

He's pretty sure Tommy's talking about how the other words used to make him cry in pain as they rang in the air, in his head. They sometimes still do, but it's gotten a lot easier to listen to even if he doesn't understand what they mean. No matter, the bowl of treats is far better to focus on and he keeps letting out pleased sounds as he keeps eating and Tommy and the thing talk above him.

Something thudding against the table drags him away from the bowl, blinking at the familiar shape resting in arms reach of him. The color is different, but its shape is similar to his treats and a sniff has his mouth watering around the one already in his mouth. It smells so much better than even the ones in the bowl and he's reaching for it before he realizes, forcing his hand to still and looking up at Tommy.

He gives a small chuff, wishing he could actually get the words out to ask if it's okay to eat the delicious smelling thing or not.

Luckily, Tommy always seems to figure out what he's trying to say, scratching at his scalp, "It's okay. You can have it."

Permission granted, he grabs at the thing on the table, stuffing it in his mouth as fast as possible. It tastes even better than it smells. Faintly smokey and warm along his tongue and throat and it has a crunch that the other treats he has don't, but is so very pleasing and he wishes there were more than the one as soon as he swallows the last of it. He nudges at Tommy's arm, snuffling for any more of them but he can't scent any beyond the fading scent of the one he got to eat.

"He seems to be a full-blood," the other voice muses. "How long has he been here, out of curiosity?"

Tommy sighs, pulling the half-eaten bowl out of his lap. He whines slightly, but his stomach is also content so he's not sure if he'd be able to eat more anyway.

"About five years. That's how many celebrations have been held since I found him at least."

"Hmm. I can start looking around for any who started bragging about getting an exotic. So many of them love extolling their 'feats' until they become a problem. Plus I can grab the things you'll need to start a farm."

Tommy shifts, arms tightening around him and he glances between the two of them. That didn't seem like a threat. Nothing like the couple of times when something managed to get to their living area and attack him, so why is Tommy tensing? Is a farm a bad thing? Or was it something else in what the voice said?

"That's fine," Tommy finally bites out. "Just don't tell any of the others, got it? Things are already bad enough."

The voice hums and he can see the thing pulling back and up. It's taller than Tommy, white part tilting side to side at them before the voice speaks again, "That I can agree with. Take care, ꖎ╎ℸ ̣ ℸ ̣ ꖎᒷ !¡⚍⨅⨅ꖎᒷ ."

It walks away from the table and he can hear one of the doors he can't see breezing shut. He waits a moment in case it's coming back before looking up at Tommy. His eyes are closed and a sniff reveals that the sourness has grown a bit, but there's also tiredness and relief overpowering it. He shifts, planning to raise a hand to pat at his cheek only for Tommy's head to bend down and bump against his. He chuffs, squinting his eyes and pressing back against Tommy as he starts purring.

He's not sure how long they stay like that, but eventually Tommy pulls back, wrapping his arms around him again as he stands. He nuzzles closer into Tommy's chest, feeling the vibrations of his own purring as Tommy starts walking through the halls again. He's more tired than earlier. Warm and full and being held by Tommy and his eyes are getting hard to keep open so he stops trying.

There's murmuring words washing over him and fingers rubbing against his back dragging him further and further into sleep, but he fights for the last few steps. He wants to be awake when they get to the nest at least. Tommy was gone for so long and he wants that comfort of knowing he's right there even if it doesn't make sense for Tommy to vanish while walking to the nest.

It's vague awareness of something changing, being put into a different position and something else being pulled over him that he can last recall before darkness claims him fully.

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Baby Techno! (He's like, almost 5 in this story, but still a baby.)

Translations for the runespeak in order-

Wow, they are small

if you scare him, I am drop you in the deep until I remember you are there

Fine, fine. Still, when you said you had a hell creature in your puzzle, I was see something large

little puzzle

Anyway, some details about the rest of the world if anyone's interested:

The reason Tommy doesn't want to get anyone besides Dream involved is because they're already dealing with the fallout of having the Blood God being destroyed. Which is also why Dream made the comment about Techno being a full-blood. The Blood God was in charge of the Nether and is currently 1) slowly imploding and 2) anything that has a strong connection to it is dying/going mad.

Yes, Tommy is stressed about that as well as the fact that Techno is mortal, someone dropped a baby in a death maze, and having to deal with the other things getting in. Hence why he's only just stepping out to try and find who abandoned Techno.

Dream popped up as soon as he realized Tommy was out of the labyrinth to start pestering him. They are the kind of friends here who are always getting into fights about seemingly random things, then teaming up to drive one person to insanity. Mainly because both of them are sort of gods of insanity??

Side note, Techno's actually considered a part of Tommy's labyrinth, so he's basically tied to Tommy's life now. He doesn't realize the others don't know this for, awhile.

I'd say it's up to the reader if Techno is the new/reborn Blood God

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Yandere “Perfect” Houshusband: Wezley [REdaCTEd]

“I’ve ironed your outfit, started the car, analyzed those numbers you wanted me to check, and packed your lunch.”

“Thank you hun-bun,” *smeck* “Oh did you–uh make your special lunch for me?”

“.....You’re so silly. Didn’t I say I’d wait until you got home to feed you that stuff.” 

“O-ohkay, bye.” 

Waving goodbye he then prepares to leave 

Joining the other housespouses in their scheduled pool parties, playdates, and tennis games

armed with his addictive casserole or his reputable meat pies

He’d knew you’d cry if you knew

So the moment he returned home he washed his dishes and like the good husband he is he upkept the house

Washing all the red stains

Recording his meal prep

Washing your clothes

Listening to you put your coworkers in their place

Mopping the floors

Polishing the silverware

Locking the secret doorways

And then he’d complete a commission or two because the perfect house husband would contribute financially:

“I uh got an’ther delivery for ya.”

“Backdoor Rapstley. Can you carry it on your own?”

“No, even after choppin’ it up he was full of muscle.”

“Fine, I'll come get it. Keep an eye out.”

Wezley pulled the phone away from his ear, finally letting his tongue run over his teeth as he happily began to brainstorm. Clearing the furniture and carpet with ease he made his way to the back door for the rat-like agent that was sweating profusely under the weight of a black trash bag. Taking it from him with a roll of his mauve-colored eyes he speedily walked to the kitchen, dawning his beloved leather gloves before opening the bag. Sifting aggressively through the bag he had to bite back a growl, replaying your image in his mind as he calmly regulated his breathing. 

“Where’s the rest of it?”

“Uh r-right. This is the best we could get.”

Pulling out a jar from his suit pants he slid it over to him on the counter causing Wezley to grimace before noting that he’d have to clean it later. Examining the jar he asked for the commission.

“Uh seventeen large shakes and some fifteen five pounders. Do ya have enough for that?”

Wezley sighed mentally counting the ones in the bag plus the jar. He groaned, calculating how little he’d have left after completing the order. But as your ‘perfect’ house husband he needed to support you, therefore he decided–

“Fine, I’ll do it. 5% interest and whatever else you can find as fast as possible.”

The greasy agent beamed nodding at his requirements before bowing his head as he dismissed himself knowing fullwell that Wezley would call when he was done. Though he wouldn’t have to go far considering he worked so fast. Rapstley lit a cigarette hiding behind a shed and shrubbery in the backyard. He didn’t know who is or what he was but he was getting bigger. His products stem among the common mouth rather than its underground audience. He’d hate to be his enemy.

“Done. Now move quickly. You have 30 minutes.” 

He didn’t need to be told twice.