#it’s so confusing from what I’ve seen but i can imagine him figuring it out and being like oh it’s simple and proceeding to explain

[slushi-chan]

I wish Spencer wasn’t a technophobe I’d love to show him 5D chess with multiverse time travel I don’t even own it but I’d buy it on steam to make him play

[ozzgin]

Request/Idea-

Male Yandere Lawyer x Female Embroider Reader (a lady who works as a tailor is fine too)

Imagine a man falling head over heels for that newly employed lady who hand embroiders beautiful handkerchiefs in a luxury shop he visits to get his custom suits! And he just trying to coax her into dating him, marrying him, and becoming his stay at home wife (and mother of his children eventually) 🥰🤭

Age difference? I need some DILF Daddy energy more in my life (but don’t make him an actual father…yet)

P.S. I adore your OCs and writing. And your artwork is way too fucking good! You’re art is just *chef’s kiss* infuckingcredible

-👘

Ooh, you know what this reminds me of? I have a yaoi volume from Scarlet Beriko, “Queen and the tailor”, about an interior designer that visits a legendary tailor whose suits will supposedly help you achieve success. The tailor turns out to be a scary looking, blunt man but nonetheless extremely talented. I liked the premise a lot, so it’s definitely interesting to try out a different perspective.

In this case I have the image of a patient, soft-spoken reader and a hurried, short tempered lawyer. Comically different but in a way that eventually works out, you know? Also thank you for the kind words!

Yandere!Lawyer x Embroiderer!Reader Headcanons

Featuring a Reader that is blissfully unaware the lawyer she just stared dating has their entire life together already sorted out.

Content: female reader, age gap, older yandere, obsessive behavior

Your eyes begin to hurt mildly, so you look out the window and blink repeatedly, trying to refresh your poor sight. Such detailed works always strain you terribly, but you love seeing the finished result. Others must, too, given your handkerchiefs are often sold out the very same day. Right before your needle pierces the silk canvas anew, the door opens with a burst and you jolt. An older man in a suit, arguing loudly over the phone. He’s drumming his fingers over the counter, eyes darting around in search for an attendant. You know the type quite well, so you hurry over with the hoop still in your hand. “Might I help you with anything?” You mouth discreetly. He turns to you, stares for a couple of seconds, and promptly ends his call.

Out of all the places, he certainly didn’t expect regretting his rusty, unpolished flirting skills in a luxury tailor shop. Yet here he is now, clumsily mumbling something about his new suit he’s come to pick up and wondering how to connect that with your number. The name’s the easy part, as it’s neatly and conveniently printed out on the little badge pinned to your collar. Everything else, not so much. You excuse yourself and return moments later with his order. Shit. You tilt your head, confused by the delayed response, worrying whether you forgot something. Next time. He’ll figure it out for sure next time he comes here.

If there’s one good thing about his career, it’s that his eyes have been trained to spot every detail. For example the embroidery hoop you gently held while speaking to him, so he knows exactly what his next custom order will be. Truth be told, he didn’t anticipate your popularity and long waiting times, but a calculated raised tone with a sprinkle of intimidation has convinced the employee to assign him to you as earliest priority. Whether he can flirt remains to be seen, but arguing with others? Child’s play.

“Thank you for coming again today.” You bow slightly and extend the gift bag. “Although, I must say…I’ve never seen you using these before. What has caused your sudden interest in handkerchiefs?” Rather bold of you to begin such conversations, but your curiosity is too great. No matter how hard you try, you can’t imagine why a blunt, nonchalant man like him would abruptly become passionate about embroidery. A lover? You smile faintly at the idea. Whoever it is, they’ve taken quite the challenge upon themselves. The lawyer frowns at the inquiry. It seems you’re just as observant as him. Maybe this shall be the pretext he can finally cling onto. So he presents it in the factual truth you’d hear in a courthouse: it’s his excuse to see you. You raise your eyebrows in surprise. Well now, isn’t it just silly? He could’ve simply asked. Buying countless expensive handmade items instead of plainly confessing his intentions…He stumbles, flustered. The same man whose ruthless reputation has even reached your humble ears is anxiously awaiting your response with a deep blush on his face.

The childlike innocence doesn’t last long. You’ve agreed to date him and that’s great, but he’s a man with little time that has known exactly what he wants for many years. When he laid his eyes on you he didn’t imagine cheesy coffee dates as you discuss your favorite color and cautiously breach the topic of intimacy. What’s the point? He’s already certain he’ll spend the rest of his life with you. Skip the unnecessary steps. On the other hand, you’re not as cooperative as he’d wish. Truly, the tangible proof that opposites attract. You’re always calm and take your time with everything. It’s almost frustrating how easygoing you are. When asked when you’re moving in with him, you just smiled and wondered out loud what could be wrong with your small studio above the shop. Marriage? Good question, you never thought about it.

Oh, the irony. Last time a client was being particularly difficult, your lawyer boyfriend pulled him out by the collar under the mortified stares of the other attendants and shoppers. The exact attitude he himself would’ve shown before, yet this time it’s different. Of course it is, it involves you. His thin patience runs out if it’s you. That’s all there is to it. Can you blame a man for following his heart? They say you should always chase your dreams; he prefers hunting them down efficiently, and the shotgun is pointed in your direction. His sweet, exquisite prey he can never get enough of.

Finally you agree to move in with him. Your hesitation was maddening and he’d started coming up with downright psychotic alternatives to convince you, such as your studio burning down after a vicious attack of some unknown hooligans. So it was rather wise of you not to push someone that knows the law like the back of his hand, even if you aren’t aware of it yet. He enthusiastically guides you around your new forever home, omitting unimportant details. The spare office he emptied for a future nursery? You’ll get to that later.

He can’t wait to spoil you. See, that’s the advantage of dating an older man. He’s gotten his life sorted out a long time ago. All that was left was finding you. You just need to be a darling and behave. He knows you will. After all, you’re his talented little embroideress that won’t have to worry about anything else ever again.

[songbirdseung]

sneaky / park sunghoon

where your secret not so secret boyfriend climbs through your window to see you after a long time genre fluff, est. relationship, tsundere bf hoon

it was a little past 10 pm, and you were sitting at your desk, drowning in notes, your room dimly lit by the soft glow of your bedside lamp. you were trying to stay focused, but the exhaustion from your long day was creeping in, making it hard to concentrate. the house was eerily quiet, with your parents having gone to bed hours ago. it wasn’t unusual for you to stay up late working, but tonight felt particularly tedious, like time was dragging.

just as you leaned back in your chair, contemplating whether to call it a night, a faint tapping sound came from the direction of your window. your head shot up, eyebrows furrowed in confusion. the noise came again, a little louder this time. cautiously, you stood up and walked over, pulling back the curtains. your eyes widened in shock when you saw a familiar figure standing on the narrow ledge outside your window—sunghoon, grinning like he hadn’t just risked his life to climb up there.

you immediately opened the window, allowing him to slip inside with a little too much ease. “what the hell are you doing here?” you whisper-yelled, trying to keep your voice down so you didn’t wake your parents. “are you crazy?”

“what does it look like i’m doing? i’m here to see you,” sunghoon replied casually, brushing off his jacket as if it were no big deal.

“yeah, i can see that, but you’re climbing through my window? at 10 pm?” you gave him an incredulous look, shutting the window behind him.

he smirked, clearly amused by your panic. “relax, i’ve done this before. it’s not like your parents are gonna check your room.”

“i don’t care! if they catch you, we’re both dead!” you hissed, crossing your arms. you couldn’t believe he thought sneaking into your room was some normal, everyday thing.

sunghoon just shrugged, kicking off his shoes and making his way to your bed. he flopped down onto it with a dramatic sigh, stretching out like he owned the place. “you’re overreacting. besides, i haven’t seen you in weeks. aren’t you happy to see me?”

you rolled your eyes but felt a flutter of warmth in your chest. sure, you were frustrated, but deep down, you were more than a little excited that he had gone through all this trouble just to see you. “well, yeah, i’m happy to see you, but this isn’t exactly how i imagined it.”

he chuckled, propping himself up on his elbows to look at you. “how did you imagine it then? me walking through your front door with a bouquet of flowers?”

“something like that,” you muttered, still shaking your head at his recklessness. “you really are unbelievable.”

“hey, i’m nothing if not creative,” he said, shooting you a playful wink. “come on, you can’t say this isn’t romantic.”

“it’s something,” you admitted with a small smile, trying to stay mad but failing miserably. “but seriously, what if someone sees you?”

“no one’s gonna see me. i’m practically a ninja,” he teased, making himself more comfortable on your bed. “besides, it’s not like i was gonna just sit at home all night. i had to come see you.”

you let out a sigh, unable to fight the grin forming on your lips. “you’re impossible.”

“and yet, you’re still dating me,” he shot back, his voice full of smugness.

you shook your head, walking over to your desk. “yeah, because i clearly have terrible taste in men.”

“hey, now,” sunghoon said, sitting up on your bed and giving you a mock-offended look. “that’s not what you said the last time we hung out.”

you laughed, glancing over your shoulder at him. “okay, maybe not, but that doesn’t mean you’re off the hook for climbing up my window like a maniac.”

“aww, c’mon, don’t be like that,” he pouted, scooting over and patting the space next to him. “i’m here now, so just come cuddle with me. you can finish your work later.”

“sunghoon, i have a paper due,” you protested, even though the idea of snuggling up with him sounded way more appealing than continuing to work.

“you’ve been working all night,” he countered, tugging at your arm until you reluctantly joined him on the bed. “just take a break. you deserve it.”

you sighed but let yourself relax into his embrace, resting your head on his shoulder. “you’re lucky you’re cute, otherwise i’d kick you out right now.”

he let out a low chuckle, wrapping his arms around you. “i know. i’m irresistible.”

you scoffed, shaking your head. “you really don’t give up, do you?”

“nope,” he said, popping the ‘p’ with a smug grin on his face.

the two of you settled into a comfortable silence, your bodies fitting together as if you hadn’t been apart for weeks. you missed this—the simplicity of being close, without the pressures of schedules and distance getting in the way. sunghoon was never the best at showing his emotions, but moments like this, where he went out of his way to be with you, spoke louder than words ever could.

after a while, you glanced up at him. “i still can’t believe you did this. i mean, this isn’t exactly your thing.”

sunghoon smirked down at you, one eyebrow quirking up. “what do you mean by that?”

you gave him a teasing look. “you know, the whole sneaking into my room, rom-com style. usually, you’re more… stoic.”

“are you saying i’m not romantic?” he asked, pretending to be offended.

“i’m just saying it’s new,” you teased, poking his side.

he let out a soft scoff, but there was a hint of amusement in his eyes. “just because i’m not cheesy doesn’t mean i can’t pull off the occasional grand gesture.”

“grand gesture, huh? sneaking through my window at 10 pm counts as a ‘grand gesture’ now?”

“absolutely,” he replied, his tone confident. “i risked my life climbing up here. i’d say that’s pretty impressive.”

you laughed, shaking your head. “okay, okay, i’ll give you that one. but you better not make this a habit.”

“no promises,” he said, his lips curling into a smirk. “i might just have to keep surprising you.”

you rolled your eyes, but the warmth in your chest was undeniable. “fine. but next time, use the front door.”

sunghoon chuckled, pulling you closer. “we’ll see.”

the two of you lay there for a while, the soft hum of the night filling the room. eventually, you broke the comfortable silence, looking up at him with a playful pout. “you know, you still haven’t apologized for giving me a heart attack by showing up out of nowhere.”

“apologized?” sunghoon raised an eyebrow, his tone full of faux innocence. “why would i apologize for being the best boyfriend ever?”

you huffed, nudging him with your elbow. “i think i deserve an apology. and maybe some kisses to make up for it.”

he smirked, leaning down to press a quick kiss to your lips. “fine, but only because you’re so needy.”

you laughed, tugging him back down for another kiss. “sure, hoon. whatever helps you sleep at night.”

he rolled his eyes but didn’t pull away, his lips lingering on yours for a little longer this time. “you’re lucky i like you,” he muttered, though the warmth in his eyes gave away more than he’d ever admit.

“i know,” you teased, pressing one more kiss to his cheek. “and i’m lucky you’re crazy enough to climb through my window just to see me.”

“yeah, well,” he said, his voice dropping to a soft murmur, “i’d do it again in a heartbeat.”

[sophrosynesworld]

Vogue

Prohero! Dynamight x Supermodel! Reader

Not really edited. No plot, just fluff.

“We’re just waiting for the car. It should be here any minute,” you hum into the phone, leaning casually against the kitchen island. The elegant outfit you’re wearing—a thoughtful gift from your in-laws—hugs your figure perfectly. The Bakugo's were ecstatic when Katsuki told them their daughter-in-law would be gracing the cover of Vogue.

The sound of heavy footsteps thundering down the stairs echoes through the house, followed by your husband’s voice calling out to you. You straighten up, pressing a finger to your lips to signal for him to keep quiet. His eyes narrow in annoyance as you turn your back on him, trying to refocus on your conversation with Momo.

“I’ll talk to his parents and see how they feel about that,” you say, struggling to concentrate as strong arms wrap around your waist, pulling you closer. Soft, peppery kisses trail along your neck, you squirm, attempting to pull away, but your husband’s grip tightens.

“The car’s here! Gotta go, bye!” you squeak, hurriedly ending the call as his lips continue their relentless assault on your senses.

You twist in his embrace, playfully pushing him away. “You're worse than a puppy.” you tease, crinkling your nose.

He smirks, pulling you closer to him again. “I'm no puppy.” His eyes sparkle with mischief as he tilts his head. “Have you seen my bite?”

“It's not worse than your bark.” you counter, looping your arms around his neck. “What’s so important that you had to interrupt my call?”

He lets out a dramatic sigh. “I'm not sure we should go out tonight." A confused look crosses your face while his fingers trace light patterns on your back. “You look way to good baby. Seriously, I think it's safer this way.”

You laugh softly, leaning your forehead against his. “You say that every time we go out. Do you want me to change?”

“Fuck no.” he mumbles before kissing you, his expression turning serious as he brushes a strand of hair behind your ear. “Are you okay? You seemed stressed on the phone.”

You take a deep breath, appreciating his concern. “I’m fine, just a lot on my mind with the shoot and all these meetings. Momo’s trying to help me but it's just alot."

His arms tighten around you. “Can I do anything to help?"

“No,” you smile softly, shaking your head. “I just want to go out and have some fun."

His expression shifts, disbelief crossing his face, as if he can’t believe you’d underestimate him like that. If you asked for the moon, he’d find a way to pull it from the sky for you.

“Fun?” he scoffs. “Tonight’s going to be the best night of your life, idiot.”

“I know,” you say softly, leaning in to kiss him again. “Thank you.”

Author's Note: I haven’t felt much inspiration to write lately, and I’m not really in love with what I’ve produced. But I don’t hate this. I like to imagine this moment takes place while you're getting ready for a nice dinner date or perhaps even a runway show that his parents are hosting.

[milaeth]

୨୧┊ 𝐈𝐈. 𝐉𝐔𝐒𝐓 𝐅𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐒. ( charles leclerc )

ꖛ ─ you’re reading part two ∿ part one ∿ part three

✧.* pairings ─ charles leclerc x fem! singer! reader

✧.* genre ─ social media au ⨾ fluff & chaotic

✧.* summary ─ in which your best friend George gets fed up with watching you and Charles secretly yearn for each other while claiming to be just friends. so, when you lose a bet to George, he takes control of your social media accounts for 24 hours, using the opportunity to help you make a move on your crush.

✧.* face claim ─ suki waterhouse

✧.* warnings ─ some suggestive jokes, other than that this is just as chaotic as the first part

✧.* mily’s thoughts ─ part three is coming soon! hope you enjoy mwah <3

˗ˏ ➶ IMESSAGE ➜ w/ charles <3 . ✧ ˚

y/n: hey charles i really don’t want to be a bother but i quickly wanted to apologize for the insta post that was made about us a few hours ago!

charles <3: Hey, don’t worry, you’re not a bother! :) And I don’t really care about the post.

y/n: wait

y/n: you don’t care?

charles <3: Nope, I thought the whole flirting thing (the comments etc) was just a joke between friends, yk. At first I was a little confused, to be honest, since we don't usually joke like that, but I figured it was just the way you interact with people you feel more comfortable with!

[ seen 1:29pm ]

˗ˏ ➶ IMESSAGE ➜ w/ princess george . ✧ ˚

y/n: i’m so scared

princess george: WHAT DID HE SAY

y/n: he thinks it was a flirty joke between friends

princess george: HUH? So I did all that painfully obvious flirting for nothing💀

y/n: AHA

y/n: SO YOU DID DO ALL THESE THINGS TO GET ME TO CONFESS TO CHARLES.

princess george: Someone had to do it! I'm sick of watching you guys literally be in love with the other and still claim to be "just friends" 🤓

y/n:🧍‍♀️

y/n: that isn’t the point now

y/n: the point is WHAT AM I SUPPOSED TO SAY

princess george: YOU HAVENT REPLY YET??

y/n: NO I LEFT HIM ON READ BC I PANICKED IDK

princess george: i'm going to have to call carmen to give you some girly advice if you don't start getting bold💀

y/n: OKAYOKAY BUT WHAT SHOULD I SAY

y/n: HURRY UP HES BEEN ON SEEN FOR FIVE MINUTES NOW

princess george: IDK ASK GOOGLE

y/n: GEORGE WTF

princess george: DONT ‘GEORGE WTF’ ME! YOU KNOW I DONT WORK WELL UNDER PEER PRESSURE

y/n: you’re a racing driver💀

princess george: your point?

[ seen 1:37pm ]

princess george: hello???

[ seen 1:38pm ]

y/n: I ASKED GOOGLE LIKE YOU TOLD ME TO AND THEY DIDNT DO SHIT

y/n: they had the audacity to correct me too

princess george: 💀💀

[ seen 1:40pm ]

˗ˏ ➶ IMESSAGE ➜ w/ charles <3 . ✧ ˚

y/n: you think it was a joke?

charles <3: Well yeah

charles <3 I mean

charles <3: It couldn’t have been anything more

y/n: what if it was tho?

y/n: hypothetical ofc!!!!

charles <3: Well I honestly don’t know

charles <3: If we are speaking hypothetically, I think I would be flattered.

y/n: and if we aren’t speaking hypothetically?

charles <3: Then I would probably still feel flattered.

charles <3: Y/n? Hello?

y/n: SORRY MY PHONE FELL DOWN

charles <3: LMAO

charles <3: Does that mean those flirty jokes weren’t just jokes?

y/n: well.. to me, they’re not jokes, but i’m not the one who made them. i wasn’t supposed to tell you yet but i’m getting sick of george so idc

y/n: i lost a bet to him and had to hand over my main social media accounts for 24 hours, meaning all the comments/posts you saw from my main accounts were made by george😭

charles <3: That explains why I saw your private accounts constantly fight with your main accounts in random comment sections💀

y/n: yeah he was really messing with me

y/n: i’ve gotten lots of angry mails from my pr team

charles <3: I can imagine😭 It's only fair that you get back at him.

y/n: oh absolutely.

charles <3: Can I ask a question though?

y/n: sure!

charles <3: Is your newest single actually about me?

y/n: yes it is. i’m sorry you have to find out like this but i really like you, like a lot. i’ve liked you for a while now but i was too scared to talk to you about it because i thought you don’t feel the same.

charles <3: That’s not true

charles <3: I actually do feel the same, and I literally had the same dilemma!

y/n: WHAT

y/n: YOU ALSO LIKE ME??

charles <3: YES!! I really like you :)

y/n: SINCE WHEN

charles <3: Probably since the day I first met you

y/n: no way i thought you hated me back then💀

charles <3: No don’t worry I didn’t😭 My brother Arthur said I always have this certain look to myself when I meet new people. He said I tend to look a little “off” when I’m overwhelmed, so that was probably it lol

y/n: oh yeah, george said the same about you

charles <3: Aha very nice of him💀

charles <3: Btw I don’t want to make you uncomfortable by asking this, but what are we now? I’m just a little confused

y/n: how about we take it slow and start going on little dates? like trying this whole thing out and seeing if we can actually be more than friends.

charles <3: I had the same in mind :)

charles <3: And George still has control over your main accounts?

y/n: yep for the next 2-3 hours :’)

charles <3: alright, ready to get back at him?

y/n: ABSOLUTELY

[ seen 1:59pm ]

˗ˏ ➶ IMESSAGE ➜ w/ princess george . ✧ ˚

princess george: Y/N DID HE REPLY YET?

[ sent 1:43pm ]

princess george: Y/N?

princess charles: HELLOOOO

[ sent 1:44pm ]

princess george: CMON I CAN SEE YOURE ONLINE

[ sent 1:46pm ]

princess george: DONT BE SO CRUEL

princess george: PLEASEEE

princess george: I WANNA KNOW WHAT HE SAID

[ sent 1:50pm ]

princess george: UGH fine

princess george: Guess my finger slipped again🙄🙄🙄

[ sent 1:55pm ]

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[rainyorca]

Scott can't see you. At least not in the way a normal person can. 

Everything about you is tinted red, his glasses leave room for imagination but not by much. He knows the color of your skin, your hair, your nail polish. But not your eyes. 

The color of your eyes was the most difficult thing to figure out about you. 

“Scott,” you say his name so plainly sometimes. He looks over at you, raising his head. “Are you paying attention?” 

He blinks, looking around at the rest of the team members. Oh yes, a meeting, a meeting that he called, that he’s leading. He gave you a moment of time to explain a mutant you had come in contact with during your mission. 

“I apologize,” he says, brows furrowing slightly, “please keep going.” 

Later that night when the mansion is still, a majority of the students are asleep, some possibly doing some late training in the danger room. There's a knock on your door. 

“It's open,” you say, your tone sounding pleasant, slightly irritated.. 

He pushes the door open, closing it quietly behind him. You look up from your papers, meeting eyes with Scott. You look him up and down, a questioning look on your face. “Hey Scott, im just reading the documents about that mutant—why are you still up?”

“Will you take a walk with me?” he asks, but it sounds more like a gentle demand. You cock your head, raising a brow, “It's one in the morning.”

Nevertheless, you end up walking outside on the courtyards with him, a gentle cool breeze blowing through the trees. It's chilly, but not freezing. Leaves of red and orange fall from the trees above, indication that fall was here.

You two sit down at a bench after a few minutes of silence. You slump, letting your legs stretch out in front of you. Scott sits upright, completely still. 

“Something on your mind?” you ask him, tilting your head, “can't think of any other reason you would want to come out here.” 

“What color are your eyes?” 

The question catches you off guard, its random, confusion paints your face before you sit up. “What color are yours?” you ask, repeating his question to himself. 

“Just tell me, it's the only thing I don't know about you,” he continues, looking at you through his ruby glasses. 

“How is that the only thing you don't know about me,” you hum, titling your head at him. “It just is,” he responds simply, “I can't see colors like normal people because of these glasses. You know that.”

“Now that I think of it, I’ve never seen you how others do. I want to be able to do that, I want to be able to see you.”

“You can see me,” you respond, moving your body so your knees were facing him. “Not in the way I want to,” he stares at you, his eyes barely visible behind those glasses, “I want to see all of you. Everything, every detail.”

You reach up, your soft fingertips brushing his chilly skin while you remove his glasses. He clamps his eyes shut, as if he was in pain. The neat thing about your mutation is that it just appeared not too long ago. 

You were friends with the X-men before your dormant mutation made itself seen. This is the first time you would be using it on any of the others, especially Scott. You don't have much practice, he knows that, but he still trusts you. 

Carefully you press your fingers to his temples, closing your eyes and concentrating on manipulating his mutation. “You can open them,” you breathe a minute later, opening your own eyes. He hesitates, lips parting to say something. “I got you, Scott. I promise.” 

Slowly, carefully, he opens his eyes, there's a brief red flash and then a light glow, and it's gone. He blinks as more color starts to come into view, and then he focuses on you. 

“Brown,” you say softly, squinting at his eyes, “like fawn's fur.” His eyes were soft, calming. This sensation sweeps over you. 

He slowly grabs your wrists, pulling them down as if he's seeing you for the first time. No, actually, he really was seeing you for the first time, without that red tint. 

He doesnt say a word, instead he just stares at you, reaching up to cup your face, his thumb caressing your cheek. You melt into his touch, pressing your face into his palm. 

“They’re beautiful,” he whispers, reaching up with his other hand to hold your face, “you’re beautiful. You always have been. But now, I can see you. I can see you as you are.” 

He brings your hand up to kiss your palm, lips soft against your skin. He closes his eyes, moving down to kiss your wrist before opening them. 

“I see you.”

[islandofsages]

Hey ! I wanted to request a Ignihyde!Male!Reader that look like a little like Grim ? Like, they have the same ears and tail, the same fire (even if the reader controls his fire better than Grim) and people think they are from the same family/are connect ?

Just Grim and Reader looking at each other and asking to themselves if they have just meet their secret brother, and Ace, Deuce, Ortho, Idia and parental figure!Trein being confused to their friend (Grim for Adeuce, Reader for Ortho and Idia) having (a possible) brother.

(Ignore it if you don't want to write it)

Have a good day.

characters: ace, deuce, the shroud brothers and trein x male ignihyde reader

tags: platonic, fluff, imagines + scenario format; implication of yuu, mention of azul

warnings: nothing

author's notes: sorry this took a while! and that i strayed a bit again help. hope you like this <3

You’re one of the only beastmen in Ignihyde - and you’re okay with that. It gets a little lonely at times but that’s nothing new for an Ignihyde student. People mind their own business, you mind yours. And the only friends you have, in this case the Shroud brothers, basically forget that you’re different from the others. Days are hardly interesting, despite the college’s many atrocities - or maybe because, and now you’re desensitized.

Until one day, you spot a creature, all feline-like and sitting on someone’s shoulder. Okay, not the weirdest thing you’ve seen at NRC so far, so you’re about to shrug it off. Then you see it; a tail and a pair of ears that are eerily similar to your own. What’s next, it can manipulate fire as freely as you do?

“Hey guys, I’ve got a new trick up my sleeve. Watch this!”

One thing you didn’t expect for it to have something in common with you is that it can talk. Though maybe you should be less surprised, considering even the paintings on the walls can talk in this place. But still. You forget that you should be expecting something from the words it just spouted and are caught off guard when it starts spewing fire next. This creature is way too talented at throwing out stuff from its mouth, you think as you jump out of the way just in time to avoid being burnt to a crisp.

“Grim, you can’t just spit fire whenever you want to! We’ve been over this!”

A redheaded student in front of you starts to scold the creature whose name is Grim apparently. He looks familiar but you can’t quite put your finger on it-

“You’re just jealous, Ace.”

Oh, you feel like Idia’s talked about this Ace person before. He described him as “crafty” and seemed to think of him as some sneaky extrovert but you’ve learnt to not put much faith in Idia’s descriptions of other people. No offense to your friend but at least he’s somewhat self-aware of how anxious he gets around others.

“I definitely am not??? This is the same thing that almost got us expelled, you know!”

You feel like you may also have heard of a group of first years almost getting expelled until they somehow got their hands on a magestone the headmage told them to get, as if you can just swing by a store and buy one. You know how hopeless Headmage Crowley and dumping a lot of work on a bunch of freshmen is in character but you can't help but feel disappointed anyway.

“I can’t believe I’m saying this but I agree. You really have to learn how to keep your pride in check…”

Another student, blue-haired and you assume is Ace’s friend, chimes in on the scolding. The student whose shoulder Grim has made himself at home only shook their head, most likely accustomed to his behavior. You watch them bicker as you ruminate on the resemblance of that strange creature to you.

After a few minutes of thinking (and walking so that you don't lose them), you decide that the fact that you were almost a victim of Grim’s flames is strong enough of an excuse to allow you to approach the friend group.

“Hey. You four.”

They turn around to notice you finally (though you can hardly blame them – save for Idia and his glow-in-the-dark-esque hair, Ignihyde students are not noticed as much). It takes them a second to realize that you're no ordinary student. When they do, their jaws fall open, letting out a wild “Huh?!”.

Grim himself jumps off the quiet student's shoulder and stands on his two feet. The day is getting crazier and crazier the longer you entertain this coincidence. He then points at you and begins his bullshit-spewing again.

“W-Who are you?! And why do you look like me?!”

You should be asking the same questions right now but the lack of answers for them makes any word on the tip of your tongue die before they can escape. Plus, the way he's saying his words sound more accusatory than you’d like to admit.

“Don’t look at me! I'm just like this!”

Grim doesn't seem satisfied by your answer and honestly, you can't blame him. You both are quite confused by what's happening at the moment. You two resort to unconsciously recreating the two-Spidermen-pointing-at-each-other meme. The other three students also seem to be at a loss from what they're witnessing.

Ace Trappola

He would laugh at Grim and point out how he's not special anymore but he's too stunned to even say anything (at least for now)

He looks you up and down again then pinches himself to make sure he’s not hallucinating

He feels like he should be less surprised and that the uncanny resemblance could just be passed off as a coincidence but he has to admit, seeing you two as not brothers may prove to be a little difficult for him

He gets used to you two over time and stops questioning it altogether. Sometimes he even forgets

At times, he’d poke fun at Grim and say how you two are way too different personality-wise to even be correlated in some way

But deep down, he’s happy for Grim he found someone similar to him 

He won’t say that aloud obviously.

Deuce Spade

His eyes dart from you to Grim then you again. This goes on for a minute

He almost asks you if you can also breathe fire so recklessly

He ends up interrogating you, like a parent doing a background check on the friend you just brought home

Sooner or later, he concludes that you two are “bros”, despite not having the same feline characteristics

He’s glad Grim found his long-lost brother (he gets a smack from Grim for this)

He would notice how Grim’s smiles oftentimes are wider when you’re around, probably feeling some kind of kinship with you

And he gets that - since you all are “bros” now, he’s more than willing to have your backs now

After sorting things out with the freshmen, you return to your cave like the nerd that you are, feeling more exhausted than usual. To your surprise, you also return to two nerds being in said cave. A Shroud brothers ambush is not something that happens too often.

“Hey (Y/N). We decided that your place needs trashing. Also Ortho wants to try out this new game he found but it needs at least three players.”

Sounds about right. The geeks are geeking out as usual, just at your place this time. But you need them to hear about how crazy today was. You open your mouth to say something-

“I tried to convince him to get Azul but you know how stubborn my brother is.”

Ortho cuts you off and you force a nervous chuckle as a response. You agree but you should really get this off your chest-

“Hm? Did you guys hear something~?”

Idia teases and it brings a genuine laugh out of you and Ortho. Then you take a deep breath and release it. Third time’s the charm, right? You try again.

“Listen, you two. You wouldn’t believe what happened today.”

They perk right up at the promise of gossip (specifically, gossip related to you). You jump a bit from the excitement, finally glad you got their attention. Your hands start to gesture while you tell today’s story.

“I found this… cat. His name is Grim? He has the exact same ears and tail that I do! And he can breathe fire too! Except he does it with no regards to his surroundings whatsoever. That’s kinda concerning.”

Idia Shroud

“You saw wittle Gwimmy??? Man, I’m so jealous… I’ve been in need of some cat therapy for a while now…”

By the sound of it, he already knows who he is. You gasp dramatically at this, feeling betrayed at the fact he never told you about him

He tells you to chill and simply excuse that he didn’t think it was that important or anything

Of course, at first he was shocked but then he pondered about the coincidence - concluded that weirder things have happened and can happen

You’re unamused by this but it is very Idia. You suppose if you have a curse where it burns blot in your body nothing can really be seen as weird

Still, he entertains the possibility of you having a non-human distant cousin

If he isn’t already so nerdy, it feels like he’s growing a second brain trying to theorize what your relation to Grim is…

Ortho Shroud

Also already knows who he is. This truly is a Shroud brothers ambush… of betrayal at that

Theatrics aside, you try to pry him for further information and maybe explain how you and Grim may be related

“Sorry (Y/N), I’d love to help but Grim has been avoiding both of us for a while now. Whether that’s intentional or not, I’m not sure, but I sure wish I was with you when you ran into him. I’m sure I could’ve gotten some valuable information from him!”

You have your doubts about that.

While you keep things to yourself, Ortho provides you with Grim’s surface level information - which is basically nothing

So you two vow to get closer to Grim; even with the ulterior motive, it doesn’t hurt to have more friends Idia would beg to differ

Grim-like traits aside, it’ll be eye-opening to him to see if you two are similar in any regard at all - whether it be from your healing presence to your dazzling smile.

The next morning, you walk to your first class of the day: History of Magic. A fairly interesting class regardless of your stance on the subject. Professor Trein goes on and on about something, you write things down in your notebook. Your eyes are on Lucius for half of the class too. Your mind is still stuck on the events of yesterday. You feel like you’d be reminded of Grim any time you lay your eyes on anything feline - including yourself.

At last, class is dismissed. As much as you enjoy the class and genuinely like Professor Trein, you can’t help but feel that classes are dragged out way too much in this college. You pack up your things and you leave around the same time the professor does. So when Grim comes running and tackles you to the hallway floor, he’s there to witness it all.

“Hey twin! Wanna have lunch with us later? You’ll be seating with us cool kids!”

As you try to regain your composure over being literally knocked over and the fact that Grim has already warmed up to you, Professor Trein attempts to comprehend the scene unfolding before him.

Mozus Trein

Yes, of course he needs to scold Grim over misbehaving for the umpteenth time that week, but he’s also in awe of how… similar you and Grim look.

If he’s seen either of you before, whether in vicinity of each other or not, he’s never noticed blame it on the old grandpa eyes

People (and creatures now too, accounting for Grim’s being here) of your traits and abilities are far and few between

As much as he’d like to inquire you two on your ancestries (and their possible connection), he does respect your privacy

He always liked having you in his class but now, he finds himself looking out for you more often, a way to put his energy from his curiosity about you into something else

He’d ask you about your day and jokingly ask how your relationship with your long-lost brother is doing as if he’s not acting like a dad himself

Needless to say, he’s definitely your favorite teacher now.

You accept Grim’s offer for whatever reason and have lunch with the “cool kids”. You feel a little out of place at first, hanging out with people who aren’t the Shrouds, but then you start having lunch with them every other day. Then you start visiting Ramshackle Dorm where Grim is staying and spend time with the others there. At some point, you brought the Shrouds along and they would bring their games.

Suddenly, you know a lot of people. You think to yourself how crazy friendships start. You go from not knowing their name to knowing what they named their pet rock when they were a child. And in Grim’s case, you went from pointing at each other confusingly to pointing at each other for stealing each other’s food.

For the record, he definitely stole your pudding first.

[ashdreams2023]

Hi, I love your posts a lot and i was wondering if i could make a request. I checked your master list just incase someone asked it already and i didn’t see it.

Could you do a loki x reader, where loki is nervous to reveal that he is a frost giant to the reader and when he does reveal it the reader finds him like cute and pretty. Just lots of fluff and cuteness :)

(You can do a gn or fem reader i don’t really mind).

Have a good day/night! :)

My good looking boy

Loki x fem reader

Loki walks back and forth in his bedroom, he has been thinking about this sensitive for ages now.

He looked down at his blue frosted hands, his veins looked so pale and greenish, disgusting in his own eye.

You wouldn’t want to look at this everyday, right?

But he couldn’t hide this forever and he promise to share every detail about himself with you, regardless of how mad and twisted it may come off as.

You deserved to know and whatever happened afterwards…well he didn’t want to think of anymore outcomes because all of them ended the same in his head.

Alone.

"Loki? Am I early? I saw the door open and let myself in" you walked in and phased at the darkness of the room "Why are the lights off?"

Loki swallowed and leaned his back on the wall "Darling before you turn the light on I want you to know something"

You tilted your head confused "Is something wrong? You sound stressed about something"

"No i…actually there has been a secret that I feel you should know before we go any further in our relationship, it is a sensitive topic that no one here knows about but Thor"

"Oh my god are you sick?! What’s happening" you walked towards his figure who’s standing in the dark but he lifted his hand up stopping you from getting closer.

"No, listen to me you need to understand how important this is to me"

"Ok…tell me then"

"I am, Loki oddinson but I am also Loki laufeyson and with that comes a great burden, and I don’t to cheat my way to your heart, I want you to see the other side of me, my ugliest secret"

You blinked as the lights turned on and your eyes landed on him, his skin blue as the sky, his eyes red as Ruby’s and you could see the Smokey cold air surrounding the area he stood.

"I know it looks and I know you deserve much more better than this but I just couldn’t hide this from you anymore and you have all the right to leave me if you wish" he let out a breath and waited for your response, he expected the worst of the worst.

"Does it hurt you? I mean not being in your natural form all the time?"

Loki opened his mouth then closed it "No, not really, the only downfall is getting bothered by the sun easily"

"That’s it?"

"Yes?"

You sighed then approached him slowly, you looked up at his face, his features looked different but not unfamiliar, he was still your Loki, your same old god of mischief.

"Will I get hurt if I touch you?"

"You’ll probably get frost bites dove"

That didn’t seem to stop you from hugging his middle though, he was cold but nothing you couldn’t handle "I don’t care what form you have, I’ve seen you literally turn into ancient creatures, you think I’ll be phased by blue skin and red eyes? Don’t be ridiculous now! I would never leave you!"

"But…but I’m ugly"

You pulled away and crossed your arms "You’re still my hood looking boy, whatever you look like because at the end of the day I love you more than you could ever imagine and I’m happy you’re telling such an important detail about your life, it’s your heritage and not something to feel ashamed about"

Your words stuck him like an arrow in his heart, he felt choked but held himself together "Are you sure, you still want to stay with me"

"One hundred million percent, I don’t care if you look like a lollipop because jokes on you my standards now are YOU"

"….don’t let stark hear you he will be disappointed" he snorted.

You smiled shaking your head "you so nervous, honey you can trust I’ll love you regardless and no matter what, I promise so stop sulking in the corner and come spend some time with me pretty thing"

"Oh you and your flattery" he rolled his eyes walk up to you, the skin color coming back to his face the look you knew first came back into view.

"Smoothies?" You asked.

"Deal" he grinned at you.

[fxrmuladaydreams]

HAPPY OSCAR WEEKEND!!

Could I request some tooth rotting fluff where the reader shows off Oscar and he gets all flustered 🫶🫶

!! oscar weekend requests are now closed !!

note: i’ve finally reached the end of my oscar weekend requests. i’m so sorry it’s taken so long to get them all out, but life’s been stressful lately

Oscar wasn’t shy, he was more introverted, happy to keep his private life private. He had no problem showing the public small bits of his life, he knew he’d have to if he wanted to be a Formula One driver. He occasionally posted about you and your relationship on Instagram, he always held your hand in the paddock, he even kissed you in front of the cameras after races. He’d gotten used to having control of what was shown to others.

He feels nervous now though, as if that sense of control is slipping through his fingers. The collar of his shirt feels too tight around his neck, his hands are clammy, and he feels an uncomfortable knot in his stomach.

“Os, are you almost ready?” You ask, stepping into the room.

You look like a dream, with a soft pastel sundress on and a bright smile when you look at him.

“You look so handsome.” You tell him, fixing the collar of his shirt, leaving the top button undone. You run a hand through his hair in an attempt to tame his dark waves.

“I don’t know if I can do this.” He says quietly.

You look up at him, confusion evident in your face. “What do you mean?”

He sighs. “I mean… What if they don’t like me? What if this all goes horribly and they hate me and we have to break up?” He rambles. His words stop in his throat when he feels you cup his face.

“They won’t hate you. They’ll love you just as much as I do.” You squish his cheeks. “Maybe even more.”

Oscar lets out a shaky breath. He never imagined he’d be this nervous meeting your family. Sure they’d known about him for a while now, having seen him on television and seen clips of you accompanying him to race weekends, but they hadn’t actually met yet.

Your parents were eager to suggest you bring Oscar to a family brunch that had been planned a little while ago. You agreed, happy to finally let your family meet the man you’re almost certain you’d spend the rest of your life with.

You let him drive the two of you there, figuring that him being behind the wheel would give him a sense of calm. He takes your hand in his once you’re there, practically gripping onto it, making sure you can’t leave him to fend for himself.

Your mother fawns over him, going on and on about how much you talk to her about him. Your father looks him up and down and gives him a stiff handshake, but quickly eases up once they get to talking about Oscar’s career.

“He’s so handsome.” Your mother whispers to you.

You smile and nod. “He is.”

By the end of the meal Oscar seems to have relaxed quite a bit, opening up, turning into his usual witty self again.

“This was fun, thank you for inviting me.” He tells your parents at the door.

He gets pulled into a hug from your mother. “It was a pleasure to finally meet the man who Y/n fell in love with.”

“Mom!” You feel your face flush.

“Good to meet you Oscar. Take care of my daughter.” Your father says.

“Yes sir.”

“Come back over whenever you’d like dear, you don’t even have to bring Y/n.” Your mother tells Oscar.

“Okay, thank you.” He laughs.

Back in the car you give him a smile. “I told you they’d love you.”

[bisexual-thoughtss]

Thomas Thorne x Reader

Maybe it was one too many shows you’d watched about flipping houses, but when Alison had called and asked if you wanted to help restore the historical house she’d inherited, you were on the next train.

It hasn’t been easy, with the countless setbacks you all seem to be encountering, but you all persist anyway. The biggest shock was after Alison came home from the hospital and started seeing ghosts, obviously you and Mike were a little lost at first, but it’s become a part of the routine at this point. Although you do both occasionally pout that you don’t get to see to them too. You still talk to them since you know they can hear you, you just can’t ever be sure if you’re taking in the right direction.

The ghosts will interact with you on occasion, usually Julian moving something next to you or typing on your laptop, the occasional cold gust of air or that prickly ‘something just brushed by you’ sensation.

But when you bring this up to Mike he seems confused.

“What d’you mean? Julian, yeah, but I’ve never had any of the other stuff happen,” he frowns.

“Huh, maybe I’m just imagining things,” you tell him, but you’re definitely going to ask Alison.

You find her in the kitchen on her laptop with papers spread around her, but she doesn’t seem to be getting much work done.

“Hey, quick ghost question?” You ask, settling down in the next chair. You don’t realize, but Kitty, Thomas, and Pat are gathered around behind you and they perk up at this. Alison gestures for you to go on so you explain what you’ve been feeling in the house.

“Huh, that’s strange,” she says slowly and you figure the ghosts must be talking when she stares past you, nodding. You wait while she has a brief conversation with the ghosts.

Unbeknownst to you, Thomas has been spouting poetry about you since the day you showed up, and today is no exception as he paces behind you, gesturing grandly as he goes. He doesn’t notice, but one of his hands grazes your neck and you shiver.

“See, there it was again!” You gasp, rubbing your neck where it tingles.

“Interesting,” she laughs as Thomas freezes, looking shocked.

“Oh I want to try!!” Kitty squeals, promptly trying to touch you. She shakes her head vehemently, hand over her mouth as the usual nauseous feeling occurs.

“Must just be you then, mate,” Pat tells Thomas who is still frozen in shock.

“Go on, try again,” Alison encourages the empty air behind you and you wait for the feeling again. Thomas reaches out with a shaking hand, fingers lightly brushing your arm.

“Can they all do that?” You ask, shivering again at the feeling of ghostly fingertips against your skin.

“No.. just Thomas,” Alison smirks as Thomas’ cheeks flame red.

“Huh,” you murmur, “interesting.”

This revelation doesn’t change much in your daily life, other than you giving the occasional “Hello, Thomas” with a smile when you feel him touch you. It’s always very polite, just a tap on your shoulder or a touch to your hand to let you know he’s there. Occasionally you talk to him even though you can’t see or hear him, just telling him about your day. One day Alison sees you doing this and she swears she’s never seen Thomas sit so still and calm, staring at you with rapt attention as you speak. She notices after this that Thomas’ insistent wooing towards her has entirely stopped, in favor of being in the same room as you. She’s certainly not going to question it, lest he start up on her again.

Thomas finds you in the library one day, eyes roaming the titles of different books. He watches as your fingers trace along the spines as you decide which to choose. He tells you his favorites even though he knows you can’t hear him, and his heart soars when you pick up a Regency era novel. One he’s read!

You’ve always had Pride and Prejudice on your list of books you wanted to read, you just hadn’t gotten to it yet. Suddenly you feel a rapid series of taps against your hand.

“Hello, Thomas,” you smile, looking towards where you think he must be.

“What was all that about? Is this a bad choice?” You ask, before you realize he can’t answer you.

“Hm.. how about you tap once for yes and twice for no?” You ask him, waiting for a response. A single tap against your hand makes you smile.

“Perfect! Is this a bad choice?” You ask, receiving two taps.

“Oh, so that was excitement then? Because it’s a good choice?” One tap. You laugh.

“Would you like the read it with me?” You ask and he responds with one tap.

He longs to be able to respond with more than just a yes or no. To tell you that he thinks it’s a marvelous choice, a book he’d liked very much when he was alive, and that he’d love nothing more than to read it with you, but he supposes a simple yes will have to do.

You settle into the plush couch, assuming that he’s sat beside you, and flip open the book.

“Let me know when I should flip the page,” you tell him, and he responds with a tap. You like this new little method of communication you’ve come up with, but you do wish you could actually talk to him.

Thomas spends his time watching you as you read, tapping your hand when it seems like you’re finished with the page. He can’t seem to focus on the words, instead watching your expressions when you read. The way your nose crinkles when something is funny, or how your eyes widen when you’re surprised.

“Mr. Bingley seems sweet,” you murmur, almost to yourself. This thrills Thomas, as he knows he’s much more like Bingley than Darcy. After all, aloof and stoic are certainly not words anyone would use to describe Thomas Thorne.

This becomes a ritual for the two of you, reading the book together a few chapters at a time whenever you get a chance. But the list of projects that need to get done sooner rather than later has certainly gotten longer, and it’s been a while since you’ve gotten to read with Thomas. Especially with the hopeful wedding bookings, you’ve all been busier than ever trying to quickly get the house in order. Today the ghosts are driving Alison mad while you and Mike are trying desperately to clear the garden for the potential wedding client that Martin is bringing back this afternoon. Alison has briefly distracted them with the laptop, buying you some time to get some work done before another ghost interruption.

This is short lived however, when Alison tells Mike to stop digging, clearly having a conversation with one of the ghosts. They go back and forth until she suggests clearing the other side of the garden. You both groan, knowing that’s definitely the worst side of the garden, but you head over there anyway. After an hour, both you and Mike are sweating up a storm and you decide to take a break. You both shed your layers that are starting to get too hot and Mike hands you a cola, making you laugh when he opens his and it explodes a bit.

Little do you know Fanny has been watching him the entire time, and tucked in a doorway (hidden even from Fanny) Thomas has been watching you, mouth agape. He runs away with a squeak when you lift up the hem of your shirt to wipe the sweat from your brow.

You all figure you’ll just pile up the waste to deal with later and continue to clear the garden now. After more of the branches are cleared, you discover a statue hidden amongst the brush.

“How are we going to move that?!” Alison gapes. Mike suggests breaking it up but none of you really like the idea and suddenly Alison starts talking to a ghost and from what you can hear, you’re pretty sure that’s out of the question now anyway. Alison’s conversation with the ghosts provides a bit of a rest before you have to figure out how to move the statue. All three of you try different ways of lifting it, but even with all of you it’s far too heavy. Mike kicks the stone in frustration and immediately falls over in pain. You laugh at their arguing before flopping down on the ground next to them in defeat. You all lay there in mutual misery for awhile before Alison breaks the silence you’re wallowing in.

“I’m so done with this,” she groans.

“No, you know what? We’ve cleared loads! I’ll get rid of the garden waste and we’ll make the best of it,” Mike rallies and you and Alison agree. You help her up off the ground before she’s promptly pulled into another ghost conversation. You watch as Mike lights the branches you’d cleared up into a bonfire to get rid of them and help him toss more on the pile. Suddenly Alison is shouting at you both to get back, and you see Mike running before it sinks in that you need to run as well. You’re slower than Mike, a small piece of debris hitting you in the head and knocking you down. Once you hit the ground you cover your head, just in case anything else might still be flying.

“Oh my god!” You hear Alison shout, her footsteps running toward you.

“Are you alright?!” She helps you off the ground, your other hand clutched to your head where it throbs.

“Brilliant,” you groan. You open your eyes but the light seems so blindingly bright, you’re instantly covering them with your hand.

“I’m alright, just take me inside. Get through this first, then we’ll worry about me, I’m okay I promise,” you tell her. She doesn’t sound convinced, but she leads you inside anyway.

“Somewhere dark,” you add, “my head is splitting.”

She sits you down on the sofa in the library, turning the lights off before she leaves. You crack an eye open and blessedly, the only light is from the dim rays of sun coming through the mostly closed curtains. Alison runs back in to hand you an ice pack before going to deal with Martin. You press the pack to your head and it relieves the worst of the throbbing quickly, but you still keep your eyes shut against the light. You briefly spare a thought to hope that Mike has figured out something to do in the garden before Alison returns, but you’re distracted by the feeling of a hand joining yours on the couch.

“Hello Thomas,” you murmur, turning your hand over so your palms press together. You know it must be him.

“My beloved, I sincerely hope you are not too greviously injured,” he laments and you freeze. Slowly you pull the ice pack away from your head and crack your eyes open and gape at the sight before you. The fact that there is anything in front of you to see at all is a wild change from what you’ve become used to. Thomas- your Thomas, sitting here in front of you.

“Thomas,” you breathe, speechless at actually seeing him.

“You- You can see me?” He gasps, eyes cartoonishly wide. You take in his features slowly, memorizing them in case this is something that might go away when your head clears up. The pretty brown of his eyes, the shape of his nose, the dimple in his chin, his curls that make you want to reach out and touch. Before you realize, you’re doing just that. His eyes slip closed as your fingers lightly card through his curls. He leans into the touch like an oversized cat and you can’t help but smile at his reaction. You continue to take in the sight of him, feeling the silky fabric of his cravat and tracing along the brocade pattern of his waistcoat before you catch sight of his wound. Your eyebrows furrow, eyes filling with sadness at the sight. He takes your hand, pulling your focus back to his face as he looks up at you from under his eyebrows, pressing a gentle kiss to the back of your hand.

“I apologize, I know it is not a pleasant sight to behold,” he sighs, eyes averted.

“It really doesn’t bother me,” you tell him and he looks surprised, “I’m just sorry it happened to you.”

“If you’re sure,” he concedes, but you can see the hint of a smile on his face.

“Hey, we can finish our book together now,” you smile, and he flushes.

“O-oh, yes,” he stutters and you frown.

“I mean we don’t have to,” you backtrack, but he stops you.

“No! I mean yes, I would very much like to, but I must admit, having read the book and knowing it quite well, I find my attention straying to a more intriguing subject than words,” he confesses.

“Oh,” you bite your lip to hide your smile, cheeks coloring at his confession, “I distract you that much?”

“She is the most beautiful creature I ever beheld,” he quotes Bingley and you can’t help the smile that overtakes your face.

“You’re different than I imagined,” you tell him and he starts to look nervous before you clarify, “Better.”

The shock of seeing him has worn off a bit and you can feel your head pounding again.

“Are you quite well?” He asks as you clench your eyes shut again.

“My head still hurts, can we- here,” you arrange his limbs so you can lay back against him and rest your head on his shoulder. He flounders with his hands for a moment before you take them in yours, wrapping his arms around your middle.

“Is this okay?” You ask, putting the ice pack back against your head.

“I- yes, I’ve just never been so… intimate with someone,“ he sounds embarrassed but it makes you smile.

“Do you like it?” You ask, “if it’s too much that’s okay.”

You go to move away but his arms tighten around you.

“No! No, it’s… nice,” he says and you smile.

“Nice,” you laugh, relaxing into him. You let your eyes flutter shut, the ice pack helping the now dull throbbing on your head immensely.

You know you’ll have lots of questions to answer when Alison finds the two of you, but for now you’re content to just relax in Thomas’ arms.

[azrielhours]

Salvation

Azriel x Reader

Word count: 3.3k

Priestess!Reader x Azriel

Synopsis: Az visits a temple for a mission but instead finds a curious, flirty Priestess with pretty eyes that he can’t get out of his head. He returns and shows her all the ways a man can be brought to his knees.

Warnings: Smut. Um blasphemy I suppose?

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Azriel never considered himself particularly religious. He was far too tainted to seek penitence, too sullied to desire absolution. But lately, he’s been spending his evenings at the temple, drawn by something greater than shame, greater than devotion.

He sought her.

The first time he met her, most of the priestesses had already retired for the night, allowing Azriel to wander, to take in the sacred space he rarely visited. Movement caught his eye behind one of the columns inside.

An angel, his shadows whispered to him. Azriel bit back a smile at the notion. He continued his lazy saunter, feigning oblivion at this alleged angel watching over him. He stopped at the end of the aisle, observing the artwork on the walls. Watching, they whispered. He glanced over to his awaiting spectator.

A priestess peered at him from behind a pillar. She shamelessly studied him, wide eyes taking him in. It wasn’t often that people held his gaze unflinching. She cocked her head to the side. Azriel copied her, amused by her unhidden curiosity, tucking his hands behind his back to appear less intimidating. His viewer stepped forward into the light. Azriel quickly understood what his shadows meant.

She was beautiful.

She approached him, still drinking him up. “Who are you?” she asked.

Azriel inclined his head. “I work with the High Lord. I was assigned on a mission here.”

“I’ve never seen you before.” Her robes flowed around her like water. Like wings.

“I don’t usually… frequent temples.”

As she finally stood before him, he peered down at her, charmed by her informality. She gazed up at him unafraid. “Soldier?”

“Spymaster,” he indulged.

“Are you here for repentance?”

Azriel chuckled. “Do I look like I’m in need of it?”

Her stare travelled down his form then back up before her eyes flashed mischievously. “Most definitely.”

“I thought priestesses were meant to be without judgment.”

“Priestesses can be whatever they want to be,” she retorted.

Azriel hummed in amusement. “And what might that be?”

A delicate shrug. “I’m still figuring that out.”

“You’ll tell me when you know, though, right?”

“Oh, for sure. The first person I’ll inform,” she jested back, her eyes twinkling.

He held her gaze. Before he could open his mouth, she beckoned sideways with her head. Azriel frowned in confusion.

“For your atonement,” she said.

“Ah.”

She turned without waiting to see if he followed. Azriel bit back another chuckle, following her lead through a darkened hall around the corner. She stood before a stone wash basin. Azriel did the same, letting the basin be a barrier between them in the dim room.

Azriel swallowed. “Are you going to bless me, Priestess?” His voice was rougher than he’d intended.

She rounded the basin to stand parallel to him, peering up at him beneath her lashes. “I can certainly try, Spymaster,” she quipped.

Mother damn him.

“Do you bat your pretty eyes like that at all the males who come in here, or am I just lucky?”

She ducked her head.

“Aw,” he cooed lowly. “Don’t tell me I’ve finally managed to make you blush,” he continued, enjoying one upping her at last.

“You know, it’s not very pious to flirt with a priestess,” she said coyly.

“You started it.” A beat of silence. Azriel appreciated the pink staining her cheeks, imagining other things that could elicit such a reaction. He didn’t want to leave. “Is this the part where I confess my sins?”

She laughed, a pretty lilt to her voice. “That’s not really in my jurisdiction. But if you’re so inclined, be my guest.”

He tutted. “Well, if you’re not going to absolve me, why would I?”

“We can trade confessions,” she smiled. “A sin for a sin.”

Azriel hummed. “You don’t strike me as someone who’s sinned.”

She shrugged nonchalantly. “Never gotten the chance.”

Azriel felt a charge pass between them, holding her gaze as the unspoken words filled space. “What are you seeking?” Azriel asked. Damn him, he knew better than to even imply that, and yet—

“Curiosity is a pesky thing.” She touched his arm, and it took all his training to keep his hands at his sides as she caressed him up his shoulder to the top of his back as she walked around him. “I’ll see you around, Spymaster.”

Azriel needed a moment before he finally rounded the corner back to the main temple nave. It was barren, no priestess in sight. But maybe that was for the best because while Azriel hadn’t come to pray on his knees tonight, he would’ve been brought to them for an entirely different reason.

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A week passed since Azriel met the Priestess, but he couldn’t shake her from his mind. Tonight she’d even become the subject of his dream, looking up at him with those innocent eyes, holding his hungry gaze on her knees before him with her mouth wrapped around—

Azriel jolted awake, overheated and beading sweat. It was wrong, so wrong. But every time he closed his eyes, all he could picture were hers. His shadows slumbered around him, and in the darkness, he caved, no longer resisting the desire. He reached down his stomach for his aching length, fisting himself to the vision of her. His chest heaved as he imagined it was her mouth instead of his hand. It didn’t take long before he reached his release with a shuddering groan.

He lay where he was, hoping it would be enough, hoping this worked her out of his system. He told himself he was relaxed and content. Curiosity is a pesky thing. Her words echoed in his mind, stirring the heat low in his stomach again.

It wasn’t enough.

~

The mission was incomplete. Azriel considered declining going back, resisting the risk of seeing her again. But when Cassian seemed inclined to volunteer, Azriel immediately agreed to see it through.

Azriel lost track of the time he spent circling the temple in the air. He was forced to land when a priestess outside spotted him in the air. Not her—not the angel, but another. The Matron Priestess, she informed him. She smiled warmly and asked if she could help him find anything. He opened and closed his mouth. The priestess with the pretty eyes. That wouldn’t work. “I’m searching for an ancient text.”

“Feel free to come look for it inside.”

Night was beginning to fall; there were a handful of priestesses awake. None of them were her. But as they walked through the temple, Azriel felt the hairs on the back of his neck stand. Watching, his shadows whispered.

“We keep our ancient texts stored in the archive of our lib—Y/N!” the Matron suddenly halted her stride, turning.

Azriel followed her gaze. The priestess silently stepped out from behind a pillar. There she is.

“What are you doing sneaking around?”

“I—sorry, Matron. I was just curious,” she said, hands behind her back.

The Matron turned back to Azriel, exhaling in exasperation. “I apologize for her, Spymaster. She’s always getting into trouble.”

Azriel resisted the upward tug in his mouth. “That’s alright. She helped me last time I came, actually.”

The Matron’s brows rose in shock. She turned to assess the Priestess. “Oh?”

“She pointed me in the direction of the…library.”

The priestess—Y/N—peered up at him, and the sly glint in her eyes made Azriel grin at her behind the Matron’s back.

“Well. If that’s the case, Y/N can show you to our archives,” the Matron said. Y/N inclined her head and beckoned for Azriel to follow. Azriel thanked the Matron and followed the priestess down the hall.

When they were out of earshot, Azriel addressed her. “Always getting into trouble, huh?”

Y/N glared at him over her shoulder. “The Matron is a cranky old cunt.”

Azriel choked, laughing. “Graciously articulated.”

She continued to lead him through hallways until she turned into a room. Azriel entered, closing the door behind him. Not a library, but a private, candle-lit worship room filled with various artifacts, artwork, and sculptures.

Y/N turned to face him, leaning against a pillar, her hands tucked behind her back. “What’s your name, Spymaster?”

Azriel took in the sight of her. She fit right in amongst the artworks. A vision of piety.

Utterly forbidden.

“Why do you want to know my name?”

“You know mine. Consider this our confession for a confession,” she smirked.

Azriel raked her body with his eyes and then held her gaze. “I’m Azriel.”

“Azriel,” she repeated, and he wanted nothing more than to hear his name on her lips again. To make her gasp it.

“What were you doing watching from behind the pillar?”

She shrugged. “I was sneaking out.”

“Where to?”

“I told you,” she smiled. “Curiosity is a pesky thing.”

Azriel stalked towards her, drinking her in. This temptress. “I didn’t think that was within your province.”

She cocked her head to the side. “We’re not sworn to celibacy.”

Azriel levelled a look. “You mean to tell me, Priestess, that you were seeking… pleasure?”

“Would that be so shameful?”

He shook his head. “No. Nothing shameful about it.”

“Then why do you seem displeased?”

“I don’t like the notion of you seeking pleasure elsewhere.”

She cocked her head. “I didn’t realize I was expected to wait on you,” she breathed.

“Would you have waited?” his baritone voice drawled as he finally came to stand before her.

“Would it have been worth the wait?” She peered up at him.

He braced a hand on either side of her waist. “You’ve got quite the mouth on you, you know,” he rasped.

She traced down his chest with a finger. “What are you gonna do about it?”

“Well, I’d hate to leave your curiosity unsatisfied,” Azriel breathed.

Her stare flitted from his eyes to his lips. She leaned forward, rising on her toes as she pressed herself to his body, her hands braced on his chest. She pressed her lips to his once before Azriel loosed the leash on himself, leaning down and capturing her lips with his. He gripped her waist, pulling her impossibly closer. She arched further into him, gasping into his mouth, and it was the holiest of prayers he’s ever heard.

Her hands travelled up his form, cupping his jaw, running through his hair, tugging lightly at the roots. Azriel groaned into her mouth, pressing their bodies back into the column. She gasped again at the impact. Azriel moved his hold to her hips, relishing the feel of her body. He placed a foot between her own, knocking a leg sideways, pushing one of his legs between her own. She ground herself into his thigh, whining softly.

She wasn’t kissing him back anymore, just gasping for breath with her mouth on his. Azriel lifted his head to take in the sight as she undulated on his leg. His leathers were straining as his length hardened.

He hoisted her up, supporting her weight easily as she wrapped her legs around his waist. He kissed her neck hungrily. Her robes had ridden up, pooling where their bodies met, exposing her legs. She released his shoulders to undo the tie at her waist before reaching for the hem. Azriel savoured the sight of her baring herself to him, supporting her as she lifted her robes over her head.

She was left in her undergarments, leaning back against the pillar in his hold and the word kept echoing in his mind as he drank her in. Angel. Azriel lowered her slightly in his hold so that her clothed core massaged down his aching length, letting her heat engulf his hardness through his trousers. Then he slowly lifted her back up in steady repetition; down and back up, relieving some of the pressure. Her arms shook, breath shuddering as he continued to grind her onto him. “Please,” she breathed. “Please.”

Azriel reluctantly set her on her feet, careful to keep her supported at the waist as her knees predictably gave out. He patiently held her as she regained her footing. He sank to his knees, revering the drunk look in her half-lidded gaze. She undid her chest binding as Azriel hooked his fingers through the waistband of her underwear. She nodded in consent, holding his gaze as he pulled the garment down. She stepped out of it, bracing her hands on his shoulders. Azriel tried to school his breathing, to keep his composure as he beheld her, bare and subservient to his heed.

He cupped her knees, prying her legs open and began kissing her belly. Kissing her hips, her upper thighs, appreciating her dainty pants, the scent of her desire overtaking his common sense. He propped one of her legs over a shoulder, kissing along the inside of her thigh, revelling in the softness.

To his eternal satisfaction, she grasped the pillar behind her and swung her other thigh onto Azriel’s remaining shoulder to urge him on. He gripped her waist to hold her up, glancing into her siren eyes in shock and hunger. Her face was contorting in desire.

Azriel finally indulged her, indulged himself, and began feasting on her like the starved man she’s made of him.

She arched forward, crying out. Azriel sent his shadows to wrap around her, securing her to the pillar. They drifted around her languidly, reinforcing the divine image she painted. Azriel found himself lifting off his knees, standing at his full height so she was elevated higher. He suctioned her clit, licking hot stripes into her wetness. She was soaking his face, writhing on his shoulders. His shadows grazed against her breasts, wrapping gently around her neck.

Azriel was groaning into her heat. He moved a hand from her waist to plunge a scarred finger into her entrance, feeling her pulsate around it. He released her from his mouth to watch how his fingers sank into her. Her head was slumped back against the pillar in ecstasy. “Open your eyes for me,” Azriel rasped. He halted his movements until she obliged. “Look at me when you come.” She shuddered but held his gaze as Azriel’s mouth latched back onto her apex, suctioning in time with the motion of his fingers inside her. She squirmed, squeezing around him as she heaved, shallower and shallower until she fell apart. Azriel didn’t let up, working her through her climax until she pushed his head away.

Azriel gently lowered her from where he’d mounted her on the pillar like a monument. She crumpled into his arms. “You did so well,” he spoke huskily. Her eyes closed as she caught her breath, body shaking. Azriel sank to the floor, stroking her hair until her trembling let up. “Let me see those pretty eyes,” he whispered. She obliged, meeting his gaze. “Beautiful,” he murmured, appreciating the lust-blown pupils he beheld.

“You’re beautiful,” she countered hoarsely, reaching to comb his hair back. She sat up, straddling his lap, cradling his face and kissing him sweetly. “Take off your clothes,” she murmured into his mouth, and Azriel exhaled in relief. He hastily undid his leathers, baring himself to her as she did to him. She lifted herself off his lap to allow him to shove his leathers off. She sat on his clothed length and repeated the motion Azriel demonstrated earlier, grinding forward and back. Azriel gripped her hips, halting her to prevent himself from reaching release prematurely.

She pushed him to lay back, helping him remove the final barrier between them. As soon as his undergarment came off, she was lining herself up, letting his length prod her entrance. He immediately held her hips to guide her down, slowing her hasty movement. As soon as he entered her, her mouth parted in an o shape, breathing ceased. Azriel exhaled raggedly as he felt her walls squeeze him, forcing himself to hold back from burying himself. “You’re so fucking tight,” he breathed, still guiding her down inch by inch.

When he bottomed out, he held her down by the hips to let her adjust. “Breath, angel,” he commanded. She inhaled raggedly, relaxing around him slowly. He released her to allow her to move as she pleased. She began to rise herself up and sink back down bit by bit. “That’s it. Good girl,” he said, voice guttural.

She sped up her movement, bracing her hands on his abdomen. It wasn’t long before her walls began convulsing around him, and Azriel watched as she grew less controlled. Her breaths were merely high-pitched whimpers. He guided her hips through the last stretch until she reached her precipice. Azriel didn’t ease the motion. “There you go, atta girl,” he panted. She was squeezing him so well that he knew he was about to reach his own climax.

When she stopped moving, spent and satiated, Azriel braced his arms beneath her thighs, suspending her above him. He rutted up into her at a faster and harder pace, using his feet to drive himself up. She was still fluttering around him as he continued his plunging. She gasped sharply as another climax tore through her, pushing Azriel over the edge. He grunted, releasing into her pulsating heat, basking in the ecstasy coursing through his body. He finally sank back onto the ground. She fell forward, laying flat on his chest as she also caught her breath.

Azriel didn’t mind how long it took, stroking her back gently as they both came down from the high. She eventually lifted herself, first off his chest on shaky arms, then drew herself off his length, nearly collapsing as her knees buckled. Azriel was quick to catch her, sitting upright. “Easy,” he breathed, holding her up. “Are you alright?” Worry laced through him. He’d been too rough, too callous.

She gave him a tired smile. “Yes.”

“Did I hurt you?”

She shook her head no. “You were perfect.” She sat back on her knees, leaning against the pillar. Azriel dressed himself before reaching for her discarded clothes. He helped her with her robes, fitting them over her head and guiding her arms through, letting the fabric fall down her form. Azriel gently secured the tie at her waist and handed her the undergarments which she pocketed. She brought his hands up to place kisses on them. Azriel was kneeling before her on his knees, content to stay there.

“Can I take you to your room?” he asked softly. She looked up, eyes widening in surprise before she shyly nodded. Azriel’s heartstrings tugged at the sight.

She rose, pressing herself to his chest. He bent his head down to catch her whisper of the directions, and damn it if Azriel’s heart didn’t skip a beat at how she trustingly wrapped her arms around his neck, letting him take her weight; her faith in him, how safe she felt. He immediately returned the embrace, shifting her to carry and rise. He left through a window, flying where she directed to a little veranda off the side of the temple. She opened the window, still in his arms.

Azriel walked through the dark room, laying her down in her bed, gently unwinding her arms from his neck. She whispered, “thank you, Azriel.”

Words he wished he could say flooded with. I should be thanking you. I’ve been looking for you. It’s still not enough. Briefly overwhelmed, he settled for bending down and kissed her, reluctant to rise. He pressed deep, only releasing her when he needed to breathe, relishing her happy sigh. “No need for thanks, sweetheart.”

She was already half asleep, beaming at the shadows caressing her cheeks. “What do they whisper to you?”

Azriel spoke lowly. “They tell me you’re an angel.”

She still smiled, eyes closed. “And what do you think?”

I think you’re my salvation. “I’m inclined to agree.”

He remained, knee propped on her bed, watching as she rested. Something in his chest settled at the sight. “You didn’t find what you were looking for,” she breathed.

“Yes, I did.”

She laughed, airy and soft as she fought off sleep. “You know what I mean.”

Azriel bent down and pressed one more kiss to her mouth. “I guess I’ll have to come back and try again another day.”

~

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[wh0re43van]

Baby fever Pt 3 (Evan Peters X Reader)

Summary: Theres been tension between you and Evan for months due to your struggle to conceive. You guys decide to go out for a nice dinner to get your mind off of things.

Word Count: 3.4K

Warnings: mentions of wine?, small argument?

A/N: I’m sorry guys I thought I uploaded this like two hours ago 😭 this will probably be the last part of this little series <3

Pt1 , Pt2

It’s been about three months since Evan and I have started trying for a baby. We know that it takes time, but that doesn’t take the sting out of the 10 negative tests we’ve gotten.

I sigh, resting my head on the window glass as I see the elementary kids at the bus stop awaiting their ride to school. A few are chasing each other, a pair of kids are sat down on the sidewalk as they share the same set of earbuds, and one kid stands quietly as they hold their backpack close to their chest. The warm hues of the morning sunrise cascades down on the group of tiny people. Orange and pink sun rays bounce of their coats, hats, and laughs that come out as puffs of condensation.

I smile to myself as I hold my herbal tea up to my lips, the steam coming from the beverage fogging up the cold window. I imagine what Evan would look like as he walks our child to the bus stop. What kind of silly dad pajama bottoms and stained hoodie set would he take our child out in. The image of Evan holding our little one’s hand makes my heart swell.

The click of the deadbolt unlocking grasps my attention. I turn to see Evan walking through the door with a few bags of groceries. He gives me a small smile as he sets the shopping down on the table.

“I still think it’s a bit early for grocery shopping,” I giggle as I pull him into a loose hug. He rests his head on top of mine, his hand instinctively twirling my hair.

“I know. I’ve been up since 5:00 am so I figured I might as well get up and do something,” he sighs. Evans been more beaten up about this than I imagined. I’ve tried to explain to him that it takes time, and you have to wait at least 3 weeks before you can get a positive result, but he doesn’t care much to listen. He’s just so ready to be a dad; to have that little bundle of joy in his arms. He already has so much love for a child that hasn’t yet been conceived.

“Would you like some coffee?” I ask as I look up at him with a small smile.

“That would be very nice,” he grins, leaning down to place a small kiss to my lips. I turn, reaching for the coffee grounds as he unloads the groceries.

“What did you get?” I ask curiously.

“Oh just some staple foods we were running low on: peanut butter, bread, butter…” he explains as he put each item away in their rightful home. “Oh and I found these pregnancy tests that let you know a week early!” He beams as he shuffles over to me, pulling six ‘Clear Blue’ pregnancy tests out of the canvas shopping bag.

“Evan,” I giggle, looking at him in confusion. “Why did you get so many?” I ask as I pour the fresh brewed coffee into his favorite mug.

“Oh, uh, I don’t know. Just want to be prepared I guess,” he shrugs before turning back to the shopping bags. “Oh y/n look at this,” he says excitedly. I turn, handing him his coffee when I see the little bear onesie in his hand. “Isn’t this just the cutest thing you’ve ever seen?” He asks genuinely, the biggest, goofiest smile on his face and pure joy glinting in his eyes. This man melts my heart.

“It’s adorable,” I giggle, walking over to examine the outfit. It’s a brown, fleece, hooded onesie with bear ears and bear feet attached. I notice that its size newborn, but I don’t have the heart to tell him that even if I were pregnant right now, the baby would get here in August and we would have no use for this winter outfit. I just smile to myself and kiss him on the cheek before walking back over to the coffee pot to prepare my own drink.

“Woah! Is that caffeine free?” Evan asks urgently as he sets his mug down, spilling a bit before he rushes to me.

“Uh, no?” I look at him confused. He takes the coffee out of my hand.

“I read online that you shouldn’t consume caffeine while pregnant,” Evan explains. I raise my eyebrows at him.

“Okay… well I’m not pregnant yet,” I try to laugh it off and grab the pot out of his hand. He yanks it back, holding it up and out of my reach. “Y/n I’m serious. It’s not good for you or the baby,” he furrows his brows. I can feel my blood pressure start to rise out of anger.

“There is no fucking baby, Evan! I took another test a few days ago, and guess what? It came out negative just like all of the other ones! So please give it a rest!” I shout, surprising myself at how aggressive that came out; I guess I was holding that back for a while. Evan takes a step back, betrayal creeping into his face.

“There is no need to shout,” he says lowly, gritting his teeth. He doesn’t break eyes contact with me as he sets the coffee pot down. I know I’ve angered him. He has this calm demeanor when he’s pissed off; He never raises his voice or puts his hands on anyone, but when he’s mad the look in his eyes will strike the fear of god into you.

“Don’t look at me like that,” I furrow my brow back at him. I’m not sure where this sudden anger came from, but now I can’t stop it. Now that I think about it, there’s been a bit of tension between us after the first few negative tests. It’s almost like he gets upset with me every time we find out that I’m not pregnant. I’m sure he doesn’t mean it that way and that he doesn’t blame me for our struggle to conceive, but I can’t help the thought from creeping in.

“You’re the one that snapped on me out of no where,” he says sternly, clenching his jaw. “Come on, what’s your problem? You’ve been cold towards me for months,” he asks seriously. I scoff, feeling my ears burn red.

“Me? Evan you’re the one that won’t talk to me for the rest of the fucking day every time that goddamn stick only has one fucking line!” I scream, not believing what I’m hearing come out of his mouth. He steps closer to me, intimidating me with his proximity. There’s no need for him to shout; He knows his glare speaks much louder.

“I’m going to our room. Come talk to me once you’ve calmed down,” he says through tight lips before silently walking away. I let out a frustrated sigh, pushing a box of frozen waffles off the counter as I flop down on.

‘I’m a fucking idiot’ I kick myself. We needed to talk about these feelings, but it’s just been so tense between us. The past few weeks I’ve been so emotional and there’s just been a tension hanging between Evan and me.

I sigh, standing up straight then finish putting the groceries aways. I decide to make Evan pancakes from scratch as a poor apology.

About an hour has passed and I’m taking the last pancake off the stove as footsteps sound down the hallway.

“You never came to talk,” I hear Evans’ sad voice as he comes around the corner.

“Well, I thought I would make you breakfast first,” I give him a small smile. Guilt rushes over me when I look into his eyes that are glistening with sadness. ‘How could I have yelled at him like that,’ I think to myself as he looks at me like a disappointed puppy. “Evan I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have lashed out like that. I’ve just been so on edge lately. I shouldn’t have yelled at you like that… I know you’re just excited for the baby, but I feel like I’m disappointing you,” I sigh I pull two plates out of the cabinet. Evans hands quickly wrap around my waist, pulling me into a hug.

“You could never disappoint me, y/n,” he says sweetly, placing a kiss on top of my head. “I just got a bit carried away, I’m sorry. All I’ve been thinking about is starting a family; I don’t mean to put any pressure on you.” he says genuinely as he rubs his hands on my back.

“I love you, Evan,” his words make tear up but I keep my head pressed against his chest so he can’t see. He always manages to melt my heart with his kind words.

“I love you baby,” he pulls away to look at me. “Why don’t we go to that Italian place you like for dinner? We can have a nice night out to destress,” he offers with his award-winning smile. I sniffle, nodding my head.

“I’d love that,” I say with a grin. He grabs my hand, placing a kiss on top before helping himself to the pancakes on the table.

•

•

The rest of the day went pretty smooth. We didn’t speak of the baby at all, just spent some time together; it was lovely.

I get ready for our date, picking out a simple black dress. I slip it on and examine myself in the mirror. A frown creeps onto my face when I see my reflection, suddenly feeling insecure. As if on cue, Evan walks into the room sporting nothing but a pair of black slacks.

“You know, that’s one of my favorite dresses on you,” he says sweetly. I watch him through the mirror as he lays down on our bed, propping his head up on his hand to admire me.

“I was about to change. I feel like you can see how bloated I am in it,” I scoff, turning to look at him. He sits up from the bed, drawing his brows down.

“Y/n you look stunning. What the hell are you talking about?” he asks in disbelief. I trudge over to him, plopping down and resting my forehead on his bare shoulder.

“I don’t know,” I sigh honestly. “I just feel like I’ve been swollen and bloated for the past few weeks and it’s not even time for my period,” I groan into his arm. He chuckles, placing a warm hand on back.

“You need to be nicer to yourself. You look just as beautiful-if not more- than the first time I ever saw you,” he says softly before placing a kiss to the top of my head. I sit up, looking at him with awe.

“How do you still make me blush, even after all these years?” I giggle as my cheeks burn pink.

“I just have that effect on women,” he laughs as he stretches his arms above his head, purposefully flexing his biceps. I roll my eyes.

“Whatever,” I laugh as I stand from the bed. “Get dressed, Casanova,” I tease as I walk to the bathroom. He stands up without saying anything then gently slaps my ass. I can’t help but laugh to myself as he runs out of the room like a child who’s just stolen a piece of candy.

•

•

The car ride was full of jokes and positive energy. Now we sit in this lovely restaurant with a live orchestra and decorative fountains. It’s a bit flashy for my taste, but the food and service are so good that I can’t complain. Evan sits across from me in his signature formal wear: a white button-up and black slacks. He took the time to slick his brown curls down and away from his face and trim his beard and mustache a bit to better fit in with the black-tie atmosphere.

The waitress soon approaches our table with a bottle of wine (which looks much more expansive than any bottle that I pick up at Target) then sets the glasses on the table and opens the wine. Evan speaks up, asking her to leave the bottle as he wants to pour it himself. She smiles before walking away.

“I got this especially for you,” Evan laughs as he picks up the glass bottle. “So if you don’t like it, you owe me $500,” he teases as me pours me my drink. I almost choke on my breath.

“Evan are you crazy?” My eyes nearly pop out of my head. He chuckles at my expression as he pours his own serving.

“Crazy for you,” he winks, knowing that was insanely cheesy. “Plus, I’ve been kind of persuading you not to drink and eat certain things incase we conceive without realizing it, so this is my apology for trying to control your body,” he grins sympathetically, holding his glass of wine out. With a smile, I grab my glass and meet his with a clink. He takes a drink, but when I hold the earthy liquid up to my mouth, I pause. I consider his words about possibly being pregnant. I took a pregnancy test just a few days ago and it was negative like always. I shrug it off taking a sip of the bitter drink.

The night goes on, lovely as ever. It almost feels like an anniversary date with our reminiscing and sharing of old pictures, the high class atmosphere, the expensive wine. The night was perfect, honestly. Evan seemed to have been stressed because he drank nearly the whole bottle of wine on his own in less than an hour.

“God, you’re just so- and you’re such a… and kind! You’re so kind Y/n!” he stammers out with boyish giggles as he pauses every few words to manually sort through each of his thoughts. I laugh at the wine drunk man slouched in his seat

“Thank you, Ev,” I place a hand on his face from across the table.  He leans into the touch as he closes his eyes, his lips curling into a small content smile.

“Hey how come you didn’t drink yours?” he queries as he picks up my mostly full glass of wine, sloshing some of the dark liquid out of the vessel onto to the stark white tablecloth.

“Evan!” I whisper, snatching the glass from him. “Well, someone has to drive you home,” I giggle, shaking my head at the 36-year old child in the seat across from me. I give him the excuse of being the designated driver, but it was actually almost instinctual as to why I haven’t had much to drink. “Speaking of which, I think it’s time to go home,” I raise my eyebrows at Evan who’s got the wine bottle up to his eye, searching for more of the rich liquid. I snatch the bottle out of his hands. He stands from his seat trying to grab it back, but stumbles backwards into his chair. “Jesus Christ, Evan! You aren’t supposed to get trashed in a place like this,” I scold him as I motion around at the elegance of the building. He just shrugs his shoulders.

“Hey! I paid to be here just like everyone else,” he rolls his eyes and flicks his wrist, snapping his fingers.

“I hate when you get wine drunk,” I sigh, shaking my head at the pure sass radiating off my husband. He just smiles at me with droopy eyes. I laugh, then call for the check.

•

•

After arriving home, I force my drunk husband out of his dress clothes so he can put his pajamas on. Evan is standing in the middle of our room in just his boxers as I sort through our dresser for his sweat pants and an old t-shirt. I carry the clothes over to him, then he suddenly grabs my hips pulling me into a kiss, swaying a bit on his feet.

“What if we try again tonight?” he asks lowly in my ear, catching me off guard, his energy now much different from his giggling self.

“I think maybe we should just get ready for bed,” I whisper back as he places small kisses down my neck, his strong hands pulling my body closer to his.

“That’s no fun,” he looks at me, frowning.

“Come on Ev. You’re drunk and I’m still sore from the other night. Let’s just get you in bed,” I smile, leading him to the mattress. He begrudgingly allows me to dress him before he lays down on our bed. Once he’s settled, I head to the kitchen to get a glass of water.

As I reach over the counter into the cabinet to grab a cup, I see the bag of the fancy pregnancy tests that Evan bought. I get my water and take a few sips while staring at the bag, contemplating whether I should use one. I shrug, taking one up to the bathroom with me so I can get ready for the night.

I set the box on the bathroom counter before taking off my makeup. As I walk to the toilet to use the bathroom, my eyes glance back over to the blue and white box.

‘You’re supposed to do it in the morning, it wouldn’t be accurate right now anyway,’  I think to myself as I pull up my dress, sitting down on the toilet, but in the same breath I think, ‘Evan bought like half a dozen, wasting one won’t hurt,’ I convince myself to hop up, reaching for the blue and white box, reading the directions quickly. I do as directed and allow the test to sit for two minutes. I turn away, brushing my teeth anxiously for the longest two minutes of my entire life. ‘I don’t know why I’m so worked up this time. I know it’s going to be negative,’ I think to myself as I put my tooth brush back in its holder. My heart drops to my stomach when I see the result of the test. I turn the other set of lights on in the bathroom so I can see it clearly. I blink my eyes as I hold the plastic closer to my face. I don’t believe my eyes.

‘pregnant’ is staring back at me in the small digital window of the pregnancy test. I smile, holding it to my pounding chest.

‘This could be a false positive. I’ll have to take another one in the morning,’ I rationalize in my head. ‘Should I tell Evan? If it’s a false, he’ll be crushed,’ I frown. As if Evan knows every time I’m thinking about him, he stumbles into the bathroom.

“Holy shit baby why do you have the LED’s on,” he hisses as he covers his eyes, trudging to the toilet in a drunken stupor. I stand still, just staring at the test in my hands, unsure of what to do. Evan yawns as relieves himself in the small room that the toilet is in.

“This could be false,” I start as I look at his backside. “But this test is positive,” I say quietly, unsure if he can hear me over the gallons he’s pissing. “Jesus, Evan,” I raise my eyebrows at how much he’s going.

“What?” he asks after a pause while turning his ear towards me, seemingly unsure if he heard me correctly. I wait for him to finish. Once he adjusts his pants and turns around, I take a deep breath before handing him the test.

“Now this could be false but-“ I begin as he tries to focus his tired, drunken gaze on the small letters on the test.

“Pregnant,” he reads aloud slowly. He looks up at me with wide eyes and a slack jaw before pulling me into a tight hug.

“Now like I said Ev, it could a false positive,” I remind him as I giggle against his chest.

“No way,” he looks at me with tears of joy streaming down his face. As soon as I see his tears, my own roll down my cheeks. He places a gentle hand on my stomach, using the other to wipe his eyes.

“How long until we can feel it kick?” he asks genuinely with pure joy glinting in his eyes. I giggle at his eagerness.

“It’s gotta grow legs first,” I snicker as he rests his forehead against mine. He laughs when he realizes how silly of a question that was before placing a gentle kiss to my lips.

“Lets get you to bed, Mama,” he picks me up, seemingly much more sober now, to carry me to our bed.

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hiii!! i really love and appreciate your work! i was wondering if you could do more more (classic) sans x reader (romantic) headcanons? whenever you get the chance of course! thank you :)

hi! thanks for requesting, i had fun writing these:3

Classic!Sans x Reader romantic headcanons.

I’m pretty sure I’ve talked about how physically affectionate he’d be, but It’s something I think is great to talk about with Sans.

After a bad day, no matter the reason, the first thing he wants to do is just be wrapped up in your arms.

The touch- your touch- is a big comfort and like of his, so if you don’t live together yet and he’s had a bad day at work or he’s just dealing with life, poof! He’s there in your house. There’s not even time to react before he’s practically buried himself in your embrace, nuzzling his face into your neck and wrapping his arms snugly around your figure to bask in the fact that he just has you. That everything is okay now. It’s so difficult for him sometimes to grasp the idea that you’re not going anywhere, and you won't leave him despite anything, even if it’s something that neither of you has control over. He’s been told by people to enjoy your little honeymoon phase while it lasts, that one day he’ll take it all for granted and you’ll both be sick of each other, but after a bad day where he can just cling onto you and take in your scent, your looks, your voice, the feeling of your fingers running along his skull and spine, he doesn’t see how he’ll ever get used to it. Sometimes he’ll sit there for hours just wrapped in your arms without saying anything until he’s finally ready to talk about his bad day, and other times he’ll just end up passing out and waking up 8 hours later confused about when he even fell asleep.

-

Since monsters don’t get sick until they are dying, you can imagine the fear whenever he sees you sick for the first time.

The concept of germs and infections is interesting to Sans. It’s so crazy to him how one little germ can just tear up a whole human immune system. Monsters don’t have this problem unless they’re dying, so hearing about other people getting sick was always so interesting for him to learn more about. Their symptoms, how it affects them, and how quickly they can recover.

Then he came home one day and saw you sick in bed, curled up under the plush covers feeling weak and tired.

He had no interest in germs and infections after that.

His obvious and immediate focus would be on you, rushing over to the bed and carefully pulling the covers back from over your head, and brushing some hair out of your face to see you.

‘baby, are you okay?’

‘you didn’t tell me you were sick. i would have come over sooner.’

‘i told you to take my jacket when we went out last night. are you sick from being cold outside?’

Even though he took care in raising Papyrus and has had experience in most caretaking situations, he had never dealt with a sick person before, he hadn’t even been to a monster funeral and seen them sick on their deathbed. Toriel had mentioned Frisk getting sick recently, right? What did she do?

So, his next focus will be on making you soup- or getting it from the store or his brother if his own attempts fail. (he hasn’t cooked in a while, give him a break). God forbid your throat start hurting too. He’s making sure you have enough blankets, a warm rag on your forehead, and despite being a bit worried you’ll throw up on him if he gets too cozy, he’s more than happy to give you small kisses and cuddles until you’re asleep or feeling better.

-

He talks about you to everyone.

It gets a bit nagging to hear after a while, especially for his coworkers who hear about you all the time.

‘oh my god, look at what y/n just sent me.’

‘check out this photo i took while we were out yesterday. aren’t they so pretty?’

‘that’s y/n’s favorite too.’

Everyone is aware both of you are together, there’s no avoiding the topic. How could he not talk about you to everyone? You’re so cool, amazing, and kind, there’s no reason he shouldn’t talk about you. A lot of people who you aren’t even aware exist know all about you. Sometimes whenever he takes you out to Grillbys or whenever you pop in to surprise him at his work with a homemade lunch, you can hear the snickers from his coworkers or friends whenever they realize who you are, practically famous to them now. He’s not sure if he’s talked about someone this much, but then again, dating you has had a positive influence on his behaviors and self-care, so maybe it’s not so bad that he never shuts up about you.

-

He can be avoidant to sentimental topics and conversations.

It’s not the best trait to be shut off about your feelings. Sans is very aware of that, and he’s trying his best to work on it now that he has you in the mix and relationships are built on a lot of sentimental topics and conversations.

Sans just has a hard time opening up about… anything, really. Most things people know about him are because they’ve seen him do it or they’ve heard something from someone else, almost never because he’s outright said something about himself. It was a hard adjustment to make whenever he started dating you, and still, even months or years later into your relationship, he finds himself getting nervous or choked up at trying to explain his bad day and why he’s feeling upset, or sharing past trauma with you that he wants you to know about, but it’s just suddenly very difficult to find the words, and it’s just suddenly very difficult to even speak. He might hit you with the classic subject change, or sudden diversion, but it never really works. Not whenever you know him so well and can easily see what he’s doing.

This takes a toll whenever it comes to arguments, big or small (which happen to everyone, no matter how healthy your relationship is). He really has to do his best to not just teleport away somewhere and ignore the ongoing situation like he used to do with 90% of his problems back underground, or really just before he met you. His stubborn personality also doesn’t help with any sort of arguments, but that doesn’t mean he’s manipulative with you (unless he’s cheating while you’re playing a card game together) and he doesn’t hesitate to call out one of your problems or apologize for his, it just makes it even harder for him to actually voice that he’s upset, or worried, or sad.

It doesn’t mean he doesn’t try, though. He does, and even though he still finds it difficult to share something with you sometimes, he does his best to talk with you about it anyways, and hold you close to him after any arguments.

-

Petnames. He never thought he’d be a pet name guy, even in the crazy future where he started dating someone (which ends up happening, surprise surprise), but he guessed he should have seen it coming. He does use nicknames for most relevant people in his life, even if a simple shortened version of their name, ‘bro’, ‘buddy’, ‘tor’, ‘kiddo’, so it makes sense for him to naturally pick up on some for you too. Dating just unlocked a whole new vault of petnames he gets to use.

Babe would be a classic that he likes, he’s a simple guy after all. He likes how easy and thoughtless it is, and he nearly substitutes it for your name all together with how frequently he uses babe on you in his sentences.

‘no, babe, i’m serious.’

‘Serious? I thought you were Sans?”

Baby is also an easy one that he likes, but he only really uses it whenever one of you is upset, or when you’re sick or something of the sorts. He doesn’t like calling you Baby around other people. Maybe that’s because it feels more intimate and close to him for some reason, but it just rings as a more personal nickname.

‘baby, what happened?’

‘oh shit, baby, don’t cry.’

‘are you okay? c’mere, baby.’

There’s a few petnames that he likes using for more romantic settings too, whether that’s a date or a more intimate setting, and he just doesn’t feel like baby or babe sits right in the moment. Once again, he’s a fan of the more classic petnames following EX: Sweet-stuff, beautiful, pretty/handsome. All of the petnames he uses on you coordinate to their setting, and if he’s being honest, he doesn’t even realize he does that. It’s just whether or not the petname feels natural rolling off his tongue to you in the moment, but those are the select main ones he uses for different times or settings.

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Since we will get Kotoko's album in one day, which includes her VD from which most probably we will find more information about her motivations and her plans in Milgram, I decided to look a bit into her attacks during prison and how I imagine things happened! (I'm fully aware that I will most probably be proved wrong when the album drops, but I'm really curious if I can actually figure out most of what happened!)

Starting off, Jackalope informs us that the order in which Kotoko attacked is: Mikoto, Mahiru, Fuuta.

Which makes sense, considering that she attacked, in order, who is closer to her cell.

(Also fun fact! The prisoners are distorted according to how many injuries they have!)

What I want to answer, however, is how she managed to attack two people without being stopped.

Mikoto vs Kotoko

From Mikoto's VD, we find out that Kotoko has attacked, while John was distracted, giving herself a slight advantage.

"Es: Like you didn’t get beaten by Kotoko…! John: Hah. That was just because she caught me off guard. We went at it again while you were asleep, and it’s not like I lost there."

Considering that they fought some time and where evenly matched, there must have been a lot of noise, which should have alerted the others. In this attack, Kotoko didn't care much about how much attention she would attract. Why? Because the prisoners were already used with John's restlessness and they wouldn't dare to go near him. Hearing those noises didn't alert them much, because they maybe were too scared and didn't want to approach or thought it was just the usual.

As seen in many timeline posts, Mikoto is avoided. The only one who wished him Happy birthday was Haruka, whom we know that is currently isolating himself and didn't wish Mikoto a happy birthday this year too...

"Mikoto: The others told me about it. How I got into a fistfight with Koto-chan and whatnot. "Es: Seems like it, yeah. Mikoto: I wonder if it’s like… some kind of sleepwalking…? After all, I’ve been losing sleep more and more often recently… Man… It’s really troublesome, isn’t it? Es: Mikoto… Mikoto: The others are all scared of me. I can tell by looking at the way they act. Because I read the room."

Mahiru and Kotoko

From Shidou's VD, it is given the information that Mahiru suffered head injuries, more exactly head lacerations.

"Shidou: Shiina-kun’s is even worse. Head lacerations. Bruising all over her body. Left anterior compression fracture. A sprained neck. Fractured ribs. Further fracturing to the left arm. And furthermore… this may be outside of my profession, but her mental health is deteriorating as well."

These injuries are the aftermath of being hit by Kotoko.

Mahiru says some interesting things in her VD:

"Mahiru: … Ah, but this is… I think Kotoko-chan is the one who did it, so… you know? It’s not like it’s your fault. Um, so…! I’m not holding a grudge towards Kotoko-chan either. I’m sure she just thought it couldn’t be helped…"

This "I think" was always interesting to me. It implies that she is uncertain of the events that happened, like she wasn't there... Like she just a heard rumour from someone else...

However, she also tells this:

"Mahiru: … Ah– I– I—I’m sorry…! If– If you touch me so suddenly, it makes me remember… how it hurt… and I get scared…"

She remembers the pain, but not the person who hurt her. Keeping in mind that she also suffered from head trauma, I have thought that Mahiru must have lost consciousness, shortly after being hit, but not fully.

There are actually some levels of impaired consciousness, that can explain my assumption!

Confusion

Confusion is marked by the absence of clear thinking and may result in poor decision-making.

Disorientation

Disorientation is the inability to understand how you relate to people, places, objects, and time. The first stage of disorientation is usually around awareness of your current surroundings

Loss of short-term memory follows disorientation with respect to place.

Delirium

If you’re delirious, your thoughts are confused and illogical. People who are delirious are often disoriented. Their emotional responses range from fear to anger. People who are delirious are often highly agitated as well.

Lethargy

Lethargy is a state of decreased consciousness that resembles drowsiness. If you’re lethargic, you may not respond to stimulants such as the sound of an alarm clock or the presence of fire.

Stupor

"Stupor is a deeper level of impaired consciousness in which it’s very difficult for you to respond to any stimuli, except for pain."

Coma

Coma is the deepest level of impaired consciousness. If you’re in a coma, you can’t respond to any stimulus, not even pain.

From all of these, stupor seems to be what Mahiru experienced after being hit.

Stupor -> caused by head injuries, such as concussion or bleeding in or around the brain

"Stupor is characterised by impaired reaction to external stimuli. Those in a stuporous state are rigid, mute and only appear to be conscious, as the eyes are open and follow surrounding objects. If not stimulated externally, a patient with stupor will appear to be in a sleepy state most of the time."

If Kotoko hit Mahiru and caused her to have a stupor, Mahiru wouldn't even have the chance to yell or cry for help. She couldn't respond to any stimulus (sight, sound, smell, taste and touch), the only thing that she could feel was the pain.

It would make sense, in this case, for the other prisoners to be unaware of what was happening to Mahiru. Kotoko most probably made a surprise attack (as in John's situation), left Mahiru is a state of stupor and did further damage to her body.

"Kazui: I wonder. Maybe it’s because I’m used to violence. Even so… I couldn’t make it for Shiina-chan. I feel responsible for [what happened to] her."

Fuuta and Kotoko

Fuuta seems to have been fully conscious when he was being beaten up by Kotoko. He remembers every detail, unfortunately to him: the way he had been stepped on with the safety boot-like shoes, the beatings which made him think that he'll die. He even remembers Kotoko's motivations and beliefs! It's pretty likely that he was still conscious when Kazui protected him.

"Fuuta: Hey. Look at me. My right eye. It looks awful, doesn’t it? This is what happens when you get stepped on with those safety boot-like shoes. – Don’t recoil like that, that’s hurtful. According to Shidou, it’s likely that I won’t ever be able to see [with this eye] again. Sucks, huh."

"Fuuta: It hurt… It hurt so bad, I thought I was going to die. I was scared!"

"Fuuta: I mean, you forgave Kotoko, right? You affirmed her, right? Her belief that “it’s fine to do whatever to people who have done something wrong”. Es: How do you know about that…? Fuuta: She told me while she was beating me up. How she thinks it’s okay for her to do anything she wants to people who have done wrong, no matter the severity of their crime. And she left the judgment of that up to you."

What are your thoughts about Kotoko's attacks?

If Fuuta was conscious the whole time, his cries of pain or help surely must have been what alerted the other prisoners, who stopped Kotoko from doing further damage...

And so this is me trying to explain why the other prisoners noticed too late Kotoko's attacks!

I'm prepared to be proved wrong, but it was fun to write anyway!

[etherealising]

hey vee! omg i’m so glad you extended your celebration. i’ve been drowning in schoolwork and kinda losing my mind but i totally wanna participate at least once!

ik we’re team barmy in this house but i’m curious to see a drabble on what this day was like from camry’s perspective.

that day baby came to work and he was on a date with claire. how did he bring himself to even go especially after their previous night together. (ik this may be a lil agnsty, i’ve been loving that kind of stuff lately) 💞💞

stawph!!! this request excites me every time i read it and idk why lol. i love writing pre-aiekoy barby it's so much fun to just invent a bunch of lore!!

thank you so much for requesting!!! i see you in my inbox bestie and i promise i’ll get back to you love!! also your constant support really is one of the reasons i keep posting so thank you so much for indulging me 🫶🏽

After baby leaves the berzatto household carmy literally has zero clue what to do with himself, like man is just staring at his bedroom door 30 minutes later trying to figure out if what just happened was real or just his imagination.

He definitely brushes his fingers across his lips a couple of times, tingles racing through his body every time he thinks about your lips on his.

Carmy goes to sleep happy that night his mind full of visions of you as he finally lays his head to rest.

Sunday rolls around and he’s feeling a bit anxious that neither of you have seen or spoken to each other since that night.

Carmy is freaking out like it genuinely hasn’t even been a full 24 hrs since the moment the two of you shared and he’s sure he scared you off. Maybe you just kissed him back because you felt sorry for him man is running through all the worst scenarios in his head.

He’s definitely picked up the phone to call you and typed out messages but was too scared to do either one in fear of rejection or worse in fear of ruining your already rocky friendship.

At some point, he just relegates himself to finishing some English final essay to keep his mind off of you (it obviously doesn’t work).

It’s getting later as the day passes by and Carmy’s just staring at the few words in the notebook and the eraser marks decorating the page.

The sound of his phone vibrating against the table pulls him from his thoughts and that boy is racing from his seat to answer it, no hesitation no checking the caller ID nothing.

He answers breathlessly and calls your name with a smile on his face because who else would be calling him?

The devastation radiates off of him as Claire’s voice rings into his ears. He gives her an uninterested “Oh, hi.” Mans is not happy at all but he was raised right so he indulges her.

Carmy zones out as soon as he realizes it’s not you, moving through the living room to peek through the curtains at your house, your car is still in the driveway so you must be home, maybe he can go see you after this phone call.

Claire’s voice drifts through his ears asking where he’s at and homeboy is confused most of his focus going to how he’s gonna get his girl who isn’t yet his girl.

And then he remembers before his moment with you, before he knew what it felt like to feel the soft caress of your lips, the weight of your body in his lap. Claire asked him to lunch and he said yes!

He stumbles over his words, he can easily tell Claire that he’s not interested, that there’s someone else. But only an asshole would do something like that over the phone. So with one last look at your car, he decides he’ll meet up with Claire, let her down easy, and then you and him can figure out what this is between the two of you.

Carmy uses the back entrance not wanting to engage with any of the many people crowded in line at the front of the shop, easily finding Claire alone at a table a sigh of relief escaping him that she hadn’t chosen yours and his special table.

It’s awkward for the first few minutes after he sits down. He promised himself he’d start by admitting to Claire that he thought she was nice and pretty even, but that he realized he was in love with someone else.

Claire breaks the ice before he can even get his little speech out, maybe he’ll wait till the end of this little hangout maybe that would save the awkwardness of having to eat with someone you admitted you didn’t have feelings for.

Somehow the two of them go from awkward conversation to joking around about the previous night at prom.

Carmy’s back is to the entrance so he doesn’t take notice of your presence but he watches as Claire’s eyes drift from his face her eyes lighting up hand waving with gusto as she says your name.

Carmy doesn’t even need to turn around to see you, a heavy weight growing at the bottom of his stomach, but he does anyway and the way you avoid his eyes is enough proof that this whole situation upset you.

He doesn’t even give Claire a second thought before he’s out of his seat trying to find you, the muffled cries leaving the walk-in lead him straight to you, and he can’t help the annoyance that builds up in him at hearing Mikey’s voice.

His older brother, always there to save the fucking day. He stays a bit longer just listening to you sob and he knows he was the cause of your anguish.

Carm returns to Claire and apologizes for leaving and he doesn’t explain anything but he can see the sadness in her eyes as a silent conversation passes between the two of them her eyes watering with her hurt and realization.

Claire was kind enough to offer him a ride home, but Carmy decided to walk home, he didn’t know how he could live with the weight of making two girls cry in one day.

On the tedious walk home, Carmy comes to the decision that it’s best if he just lets you believe what you want. You’ll be gone soon and there’s no point in clearing anything up, no point in putting his feelings about you into words if the two of you will be apart soon.

So he self-sabotages allows you to think he’s the bad guy (i mean he kinda is lol) doesn’t clear up what you think you saw, and doesn’t address the kiss and intimate moment he initiated.

And as the days tick down to your departure he watches you grow closer to Hayden, ignoring Claire’s questioning looks as she tries to understand why you and Carmy aren’t together yet.

The time comes for your departure and he’s built up some false confidence about telling you the truth about everything but he chokes. Wishes you luck in college and mutters promises about keeping in touch, promises he knows are a lie as soon as he speaks them because he doesn’t think he could pretend to be happy for you knowing his own happiness lies with you.

a/n: gosh do i love making these two suffer, there’s some tidbits in here that i might expand on in a carmy interlude i have planned but only time will tell. enjoy!

[imagionationstation]

I know you said you hadn’t watched much of the ‘03 series, but do you know about the SAINW arc? I imagine most people in fandom have regardless of their preferred era at this point lol.

If so, what are your thoughts on a ‘12 Donnie SAINW arc and how would he react when he got home?

YOU- gave this Ask to me forever ago.

I WROTE SOMETHING FOR IT. IT WAS REALLY LONG.

And Tumblr deleted it. I was a very angry human.

And when I get upset I ignore things until I get better. So I ignored your Ask until I forgot. But!! The recent shorts that I’ve been working on reminded me of this and so now I’m back to procrastinate them.

…I mean to fulfill my duties :)

(WHAT DOES TUMBLR HAVE AGAINST MY RANTS-)

Ahemmmm

I have as of this moment seen all of the ‘03 series! One binge to satisfy all my curiosities. But do not question me on things!!

I was very confused. A lot. During the series.

This binge was a long while ago. It happened, but the ‘03 boys didn’t really stick to me. I was all for Donny until the Nano episode where he tried to commit murder and I just couldn’t come back from that. /jk

*sniffles* Nano was just a little guy….

Anyhow~

Yes! I have seen the SAINW arc and I have many thoughts about one for the 2012 bois and how it would all work.

As I do not have time to explain everything, we’re going to do a summary with additional Wattpad screenshots for emphasis.

NOW THEN

The first question would need to be how does Donnie end up in another dimension/timeline?

Kraang. It’s always the KRAANG

Them and their dimensional abilities always getting in the way.

Donnie finds a mysterious device and takes it despite everyone telling him not to play with shiny things. Then he ends up having a very dramatic argument with his family. He locks himself in his lab, plays with the device in a heat of fury, and accidentally turns it on!

It explodes with light and knocks him unconscious.

And when he wakes up, he’s alone!

He’s alone and the lair’s been ransacked! He takes it well.

Well, since there’s no one in the lair- guess he’s going on a trip to find them! Only he leaves the sewers, and the surface is not much better. Crumbling buildings, demolished cars, no humans- is that a crystal tree- AND WHAT HORRIFIC CREATURE IS THAT-

He does not like the new decor. Or the Kraang army that spots him.

But he’s saved! By Mikey! Only he’s- um.

Not very happy to see him.

Mikey tries to leave. Donnie takes that well too.

But then it turns out Donnie’s a- teen?? And they’re quadruplets. Even Mikey knows that he shouldn’t be a child anymore. So Donnie tells him what happened! Mikey’s tune changes drastically at the news. Mostly because he’s helping protect the resistance and he can’t in good conscious abandon a scared kid on the streets.

So Mikey has no choice but to bring this needy child home with him to present to the resistance head of security!

Like everything else, that goes so well.

But Leo does not chop off his head, so it’s going better than anyone expected. Explanations are given, confusion is expressed by all parties, April appears somewhere in there and announces that Donnie is not a pathological liar, and Donnie wants his Raphie :(

So they send someone out to find him.

Yay! Raphie!

Oh no! They’re playing an intense round of “who can stab who first”!!

Turns out a Kraang-pocalypse is not good for family bonding. And this is basically how every interaction between them goes. With the current track record, you think Donnie wouldn’t be surprised, but he is. He reveals himself to prevent a blind man’s death.

And considering this is Raph, he’s ready for the worst.

Plot twist!! Raph is a weak pathetic softie so no one dies

Who would have guessed.

But yay! Group’s back together!

Things can only get better, right?

Right???

Well shoot. His brothers aren’t actually all that helpful.

So it all falls to Donnie to figure this out on his own.

And he does it without dwelling on the trauma around him as he tries to help the rebellion and without sinking into a depression about his uselessness, and definitely gets a solid amount of sleep every night without working relentlessly to fix literally everything.

And his brothers totally appreciate it. And don’t argue about literally everything and anything every time they’re in a room together.

And that stuff that never happens doesn’t weight heavily on him at all. Not in the slightest. He handles their blame games with maturity.

So anyway they get tired of his drama and emotional manipulation (oooooo, he’s just a baby! We’re mad at an innocent baby!!) and decide to help him (there are hugs, yes) do what he needs to do.

And we ALL know how that episode ends.

But Donnie manages to stay alive! And he goes home!!

The lair is intact but empty! And he reacts like anyone else would!

Only he didn’t bother to actually check anywhere and it turns out that Splinter was vibing in the dojo and heard his mental breakdown.

Embarrassing~

And the 1st story would end there.

The SECOND story (unwritten) would begin with Donnie now drinking tea. He’s comprehending that Splinter’s still alive- did I mention he was dead? Wait, it’s in a screenshot- and listening to him on the cheesephone, trying to convince himself that his brothers are simply out searching from him, just like they did when he went missing that fateful day in the alternate dimension.

Donnie can barely contain the urge to bolt and check.

The brothers come back, try to scold him for disappearing, but he’s too focused on how normal they look to care about how petty they’re being. Mikey, the only one who seems to notice that he’s one wrong word away from bawling, asks him what’s wrong.

That is, in fact, three very wrong words.

So now they have to deal with a blubbering brother who won’t stop apologizing without specifying why, whimpering about how they still have eyes and limbs (???), and practically has a heart attack when an uncomfy Raph tries to excuse himself from the situation.

And then they getting a closer look and- hold up- did he always have those scars? And bruises? And he was not that thin yesterday, was he? Jeez, why did he look like he hadn’t slept in days?

All good questions that their very unsound of mind brother can’t answer between pathetic sobs and desperate keens.

Needless to say, he has some serious separation anxiety for a long while. He keeps double-checking his reality, touching Mikey’s arm and looking for Kraang bots, and mentioning people that they’ve never heard of (who the heck is Mondo?). Not to mention how weird he is about the lair’s security and food rationing now.

Also there’s an impending invasion so he begins working nonstop, insisting that he can’t stop because he knows what happens when he’s not around to do what needs to be done, and then panicking when his brothers try to argue with him. (There’s a possible future where his brothers think the worst of him. Could they think that here? Could they be thinking it now? Do they hate him?)

Nothing he does feels right. Everything that happens seems wrong.

It takes a solid few chapters for him to learn to cope with this. The invasion doesn’t take place over the course of the story. It would probably be more of an epilogue (?) or OneShot (?).

So anyway. He probably has plenty of similar attributes, fears, and paranoias as 2003Donnie (at least in fanfiction).

Kinda wish I finished this. Ah, well.