#jokes aside ty for letting me know!! :3

[arinsanity]

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[cvnt4him]

Hello!!! I really love your writing style and I want to try out requesting<3 How about IT girl reader in a serious relationship with Izuku in middle school? I don't know if this disobeys your rules, if it does, I'm sorry 😭

Tysm nonnie/nonette!!! I am so glad you actually took the time out of your day to read my rules!! They are a bit outdated to the way that I am/write now but I will do this It just won't be smut I hope that's alright ty for the req and i hope you enjoy<33

Wherever you walked you left a message. Whatever room you entered, all eyes were on you. You just had an effect on people that made their jaws drop. Izukus however was always dropped the lowest. He was a complete dork. A nerdy adorable dork.

You watched everything very closely. You were an observant person and every time you seen izuku get mistreated it angered you deeply. Your first time seeing izuku get bullied you assumed it truly was a one time thing, but we all know it wasn't.

You watched from behind a door, katsuki and his goons laughing down at izuku ridiculing and insulting him. Izuku tried hard not to cry, tears brimming in his eyes every ounce of strength in his body trying to not let these boys see him cry.

It broke your heart. What else were you to do besides treat them the way they treated him. You called out to them making the goons run away, katsuki rolled his eyes and stood his ground. He was an egotistical, conceited, rich boy who felt nobody could tell him what to do.

"the fucks wrong with you? Why are you treating him like this, dickhead."

You called out to him, the blond scoffed looking you up and down taking you in. The way stood the way you spoke and they you looked, it even flustered him. You walked with your head held high, always and people acknowledged that, he wouldn't admit it but it was respectable.

"just a little joke between friends s'all. What's it t'ya?"

He spoke to you, loud and brass he didn't care who heard him and wasn't afraid to speak. You roll your eyes at the statement, it's clearly obvious they weren't friends with izuku.

"you're not his friend. If you were you wouldn't be treating him like shit, or a two dollar hooker your rich daddy bought for you."

Izuku didn't dare to look up at you or him, he tried hard to keep his head down until the two of you were finished, maybe katsuki would let him go by then.

Katsuki sucked his teeth and looked you up and down once more, your words were off and insulting. He fucking hated it.

"the fuck did y— "

"back the hell off, katsuki."

You cut him off putting your hand in the air ushering him to shut up, he infact did which is what took both you and izuku off guard, himself too. He doesn't listen to anyone yet your intimidating mannerisms were getting to him.

He grumbled and growled at you trying to find words to say, his hands beating and palms trickling with light, you simply brushed him aside and walked over to izuku who looked up at you with wide eyes.

"need a hand?"

You chuckle, with a polite smile and pretty eyes staring down at the freckled boy.

"m- me?!"

You nod eagerly, he was just about to take it before everything went up in explosions. Anger yells being heard from the same blond who you dismissed earlier.

You vowed to stay close to izuku, try your hardest to keep him out of harms way. You wanted him to make it to highschool no matter where that was.

"..oh and midoriya, you wanted to go to UA high as well right?"

The teacher asks unimpressed and surprised, izuku scrunched in his seat trying not to be seen as much as his classmates laughed and ridiculed him. Saying this like he'd never be more than a lowly sidekicks servant and how he could get in the support courses. So many things you didn't agree with.

Yet you also wondered how far he'd get without a quirk.. it's not like you wanted to make him feel bad but you wanted to make sure he was in reality. A lot of people dream big and never reach their desired destination at the end of the road, you don't want that bright light in him to burn out.

"Shut up, all of you! He can do whatever he wants!"

You tried to yell at the laughing students, some of them ceased their noises while others, like katsuki, continued to laugh loudly.

"oh please! Why do you waste your time with him anyways. He's a quirkless nobody, hell, he'd have better luck getting a quirk if he took a swan dive off of the building!"

Laughs erupted from his classmates as he groaned heavily, katsukis volcanic ruby red eyes shot over to the green haired boy with a shit eating smirk on his face. You hated how evil katsuki was, he was shitty and cruel and vile.

By then there was only a month or two left of class before you would all graduate and head on to high school. You were ready you vouldnt wait to get away from katsuki and his evil antics, but you wkrried abiut izuku. He wasn't exactly a social butterfly or anything he was always exiled off into his own little circle writing in his little notebook.

When the two of you would sit together or you would attempt to start a conversation with him he'd just look at you with wide eyes and a red face. So red you could hardly see his freckles. You understand at times you can be a bit intimidating or loud, but you wanted his last months to be memorable. He didn't deserve the hatred and bullying he got.

You ended up giving him your number for whoever he wanted to talk or just rent about something. He took it in silence, flustered face being flushed red as he literally got a nose bleed. It was funny and kind of adorable, you never understood how someone so cute could be treated so shitty.

One Sunday night he texted you for the first time. Your phone vibrated as you picked it up to see a text from an unknown number, you pretty much assumed it was izuku just because he was the only person you'd given your number to first hand.

'hope to see you at school tomorrow. Goodnight. :)"

You hummed at the cute little smiley face at the end of the sentence, it made you feel kind of flustered in a way. Not flustered necessarily just kind of.. excited? You had butterflies swarming in your tummy as you held your phone to your mouth trying to figure out the feeling you felt.

You read the message one more time, butterflies swarming your tummy once again, you giggled to yourself and rolled around in your bed before the message dawned on you in a different way. What did he mean 'hope to see you tomorrow'? Is something wrong? Was he going to...

So many different things ran through your head, you'd always seen those lame little tiktok videos where someone talked about a message their friend randomly send at 3am saying goodbye n shit. You never took them seriously, you just thought they were kind of cringe. It never crossed your mind that you might have that kind of friend.

Maybe izuku was a ticking time bomb. Maybe he'd just finally had enough, so many things raked your mind as your fingers acted on their own. You had called him for fucks sake. It rang and rang and rang, you were terrified. You couldn't believe you had called him and if you hung up now he might think something bad of you, and if he declined the call or didn't answer you would feel so embarrassed.

To your surprise.. he did.

"h- hel- hello..."

His voice was small and kind of cracky, like pitchy. He cleared his throat silently on the other side as you couldn't help but giggle. He heard your sweet voice and basically melted, you laugh triggered his and he silently chuckled underneath his breath. He was the cutest thing ever.

Once he got quite used to you, he got rather chatty. His voice was hushed which you expected, it was night and you were sure his family was sleeping. The more comfortable he got the louder he got, you'd never really heard his voice since every time he spoke in class he seemed to have a lace of fear or regret in his voice. It was always shaky and unconfident.

Hearing him now it was hard to believe that was the same little guy who slouches in his seat to avoid being seen by his classmates in fear he might get bullied.

You guys talked for hours, you explained to him how you thought he would do something stupid that he felt right in the moment. He literally screeched when he heard your assumption.

"you really thought I'd do something like that?! Come on!! Have a little more faith in me.."

"hehe, I'm sorry 'zuku, you're right I shouldn't have assumed like that."

You heard him squeak on the other line, he got kind of silent before stuttering a reply. You hummed at this, taking in every little detail you could of your first call. You had realized you'd called him 'zuku instead of izuku. That clearly was the cause of his sudden change in tone and the little stutters.

Hed never gotten a nickname before or even had much of a friend before. His whole childhood was hanging out with katsuki and just following him around like a lost puppy and sticking to his side like a barnacle on a boat.

You two ended up chatting all night, the both of you were tired out of your minds, lazily talking to one another, little deep breaths coming from his end. He had gotten quite silent besides the little breaths he took. You listened closely to the little hums that escaped him. It sent a vibrating feeling deep inside of you, you but your lip and buried your face in your pillow just listening closely to him before he spoke in a tired and raspy voice.

"y/n?"

He whispered through the phone. You were instantly snapped out of whatever little haze he put you in what his breaths. You hummed and he let out a breathy chuckle apologizing if he woke or startled you.

Once you got to school you seen Izuku alone, at his locker, per use. You walked up to him with a wave, once he acknowledged you he was so terribly red, he could hardly even face you he was trying hard not to look at you as he just fiddled with his bag until you made your way over to him.

He was a lot more confident over the phone than he was now, he was trying his hardest to hide his face with his arms as you spoke to him, greeting him and laughing at how tired he looked.

You had a little time before your class actually started so you wanted to get as much time with him as possible before his usual buzz kills arrived.

You two sat on a bench and talked, he showed you little drawings that he was embarrassed of but never really got to show anyone. His artstyle wasn't.. the best, but he had potential plus you'd never intentionally put him down no matter what so you hyped him up and wrapped your arm around him with a smile.

He was extremely red and had a wobbly smile on his freckled face. He felt so comfortable around you, so normal. You didn't see him as a waste of space or a useless nobody. You seen him as a human and that was the greatest thing he could ever ask for. Of course something deep inside of him always tried to put him down, making him think things like 'you must pity him to be friends with him'..

Katsuki and the others might've been his bullies but no one made him feel worse than himself. Sure katsuki knew little things about him and always used that to his advantage but he always knew how to make himself want to actually do something drastic.

Izuku was stuck in his mind so visibly to the point you had to snap him out of it. You gently caressed his cheek and held his face in one of your hands, he jolted back to reality blinking a couple of times before he looked at you, you had gotten quite close and personal.

You had a little grin on your face as you looked into his big wide emerald eyes. They were so bright and hopeful, you could see your entire future in them. So big and radiant, this precious boy with kaleidoscope eyes. They were all you could look at.

Izuku gulped and shook beneath your touch, you were so close and it seemed like you were getting closer. He didn't know what to do or how to react but he wanted to be ready. Izuku had looked up how to kiss long ago. He'd also watched other things.. but that's a story for another time.

Within an instant he closed his eyes pursed his lips and began slowly getting closer to you. A small giggle left your lips before you grabbed both sides of his face, you warm palms making his eyes shoot open, a flush of red painting his freckled cheeks. His mouth went into a wobbly frown, he was so embarrassed he assumed you were stopping him because you didn't want to kiss him..

He was slightly disappointed, slightly was quite an understatement. He was very disappointed, he wanted you to kiss him, he wanted you to have his first kiss. He thought you wanted him like he wanted you..

You sigh with a wide smile on your face and pull him into a soft kiss, his eyes blew wide and his whole body shook underneath you, he couldn't believe.. he was having his first ever kiss. Izukus eyes fluttered shut as he let out a whimpery moan, the pitchy sound made you giggle before breaking the kiss.

He tried so hard to hide his face from you but you couldn't help to grab him and hold him close, his face came right up against your chest and he was even more embarrassed, but he was glad he had a place to hide and bury his face facd into.

"can I uh- uhm... be your.. your boyfriend.."

"yes you can, zuzu."

AN: this took a while to finish gang

[elizais]

when you know, you know.

when they realise just how much they love you ft: nikolai, bram, poe part 1 here content/warnings: mentions of murder (poe's ability), shortttt, i tried to keep it as a gn reader but i might have slipped up at points. i wrote bram without the sword and in current day bcs i was struggling dudesss i think this is my first time trying to write for bram and poe so please take these with a pinch of salt but the lovely person who requested it was so polite i couldn't pass it up <3

nikolai was.. lively to say the least. i mean, just having a partner would be (in his eyes) something tying him down. but, for you? being with you would comply with him wanting to be free. you granted him freedom from all of the negative thoughts that could plague him.

walking down the high-street with you, hand in hand as he pondered all of these ideas. the both of you were strolling towards a cafe that kolya had begged to go to for its "famous pirozhki".

he was not in his usual attire today, wearing a simple blue turtleneck sweater and jeans that fit him loosely. you had to admit, he looked close to incredible when you contrasted it to his usual wear. even though his outfit was different, his personality did not falter in the slightest.

swinging your arms forwards and backwards quickly as you walked, he giggled at whatever joke he was thinking of. turning towards him, you smiled. "kolya?" you poked his upper arm for his attention. "what type of bird is that?" you asked, glancing at a small bird hopping through tree branches. as he looked over, it flew away.

his braid fell over his shoulder, laying softly as he considered making a witty joke. the truth of what he was thinking was of how much he adored you, how you pointed out birdies, watched comedy shows with him, tried your best to cook his favourite meals, put up with him using his ability to scare you..

he thought back to earlier, you had brushed his hair into the usual neat braid as he spoke about what tricks he was going to pull on sigma and fyodor too. he laughed as you frowned, claiming "leave sigma alone, he has a casino to take care of, babysitting you is my job."

bram was, aside from being a vampire and that, perfect. his personality was complex, but you often joked that it wittled down to him just wanting to sleep.

today, you were both sat on the sofa as he spoke about aya. you were brushing through his hair. "she was telling me about some artists, i think she meant composers." he explained, going on about music as you giggled. his hair was showing some curls towards the ends that you were entertaining yourself with.

he was kneeling in front of you so that you could face his back and toy with his hair.

"what is amusing?" he asked politely, refraining from turning around incase he messed up the braid you insisted so stubbornly on putting in his hair. you pulled the long braid onto his shoulder and he saw how you had refined the hair past the bobble into a sweet curl.

he smiled softly as you spoke, "what genre do you want to listen to? does aya have any recommendations?" you teased and he let out a soft chuckle. cherishing these sweeter, saccharine moments were as good at keeping him alive as his ability was.

he put up with the garlic jokes, playing dumb vampire films on tv (he really does love hotel transylvania!), the teasing.. all because he loves you !!

poe was like a breath of fresh air to be around. there was never a need to be loud or extroverted with him. and those were just bonuses on top of getting to hang out with a raccoon all of the time. you were currently in another room trying to trim karl's nails.

key word: trying

ed was in the study, writing another novel. whether it's for ranpo or not? who knows. karl wasn't putting up a fight but more so.. wriggling around. any sane person would have given up by now but with the amount of time this raccoon spends around your shoulders? zero chance.

once you finally finished, you swooped karl into your arms and carried him back to edgar. "ed? have you eaten or drank water recently?" you asked, setting down karl and walking over to him as he closed the book before him. he nodded as he looked up to you from his armchair.

"yes, and i have finished it!" he exclaimed, you furrowed your brows in confusion. "finished what, love?" he presented you the book proudly. "it's just like the film we watched a few weeks ago. you said you wanted to live in that manor house, no?" and that's when it clicked for you.

he carried on, "when you want to go, all the characters will be there! i had to add in another to die but other than that? it's the same!" he excitedly explained. tracing over the clothbound cover with your name on the front, he added one more thing. "oh! and to figure it out in one of the office desk drawers it will let you know what happened."

you smiled at that, he didn't want you to struggle. unfortunately, his ability was only murder mystery related so he couldn't write a book about a sunshine land where nothing went wrong. yet he tried his best, for you!

[suugarbabe]

Softer Side (pt.3)

[Final part 😘]

Pairing: Mattheo Riddle x reader

Word Count: ~1.9k

Warning: fighting, mentions of blood, fluff

sorry this did not end in smut, but this whole series has been about Mattheo's soft side so I felt it was only right it ended fluffy 😌

Your senses were enveloped with what you’ve become familiar with as Mattheo’s scent. The smell of lemons and patchouli with the ever familiar hint of tobacco was slowly becoming your favorite. His strong arms wrapped around your shoulders from behind as he placed a gentle kiss to your temple. You smiled at the tender gesture as he sat down at the table next to you. “Coming to study with me, Matty? Are you feeling ill?” You placed the back of your hand on his forehead in a teasing manner. 

He knocked your hand back playfully, “You should know me better than that, y/n/n. Studying on a Friday?” You snorted, “Studying at all…” Mattheo rolled his eyes, “Do you wanna know why I’m really here, Darling?” You nodded, leaning your head on your hand. “There’s going to be a party tonight, in the Slytherin common room.” When your face was unchanging Mattheo raised his eyebrows at you, “You’re coming, right?” You sighed, leaning back in your chair, “Dunno, might just keep studying.” 

He groaned like a child being told no sweets before dinner, “C’mon…please come. You never come to parties.” 

“How do you know I don’t go to parties?” 

“You’re not the only one who’s people watched this year,” his wink caused an immediate flush to your cheeks. “You can get ready with Pansy, then you can sit by us the whole time. It’ll be fun, we’ll drink, play games. Theo will ask you to smoke and you can deny him, it’ll be the best of times.” You gnawed on the inside of your cheek, contemplating your decision. The longer your thought the closer Mattheo was bringing his face. Closer and closer and closer until his nose was pressed against your cheek. He knew your answer before you could even say ‘yes’, knowing the grin on your face meant he won and you would be going. He stood triumphantly, letting out a slightly too loud cheer and being shushed by Madam Pince. He kissed your cheek, letting you know he’d see you at the party as he and the other boys ‘needed to finish some planning’.

You did your best to continue to study, even for a few hours. But your nerves about the party were too loud. You decided to find Pansy, seeing if she’d spend a little extra time helping you get ready as this was your first party in a long time. She was more than excited, practically destroying her dorm room with flying dresses, tops, and skirts. She finally landed on you wearing an emerald green pleated skirt, a little shorter than you normally wear; falling just above mid-thigh. Your top was a black crop top with two delicate strings criss-crossing around your abdomen and tying in the back. She had you accessorize with a dark green velvet choker and a gorgeous silver snake ring. Pansy argued that you should wear heels but thankfully she let you opt for shiny black doc martens. 

You looked yourself over again, doubt clouding your brain. Pansy encouraged you, telling you how good you looked and how much Mattheo would be drooling over you. You pushed your doubts aside, entering the party with Pansy hand in hand as she led you to the rest of the group. Mattheo greeted you with a kiss, whispering in your ear about how breathtaking he thought you looked in the Slytherin house colors. He brought you down to the couch with him, draping your legs over his lap. You all talk and joke together, playing some games and drinking. You needed a refill, so Pansy agreed to go with you, both of you agreeing to grab some drinks for some others. You were surprised how well the night was going. Until it wasn’t. 

“Can you believe who Mattheo’s been spending time with all night?” You stilled at the drink table, listening now to the conversation of the girls behind you. “Oh god, yes. Little mouse of a girl, that Ravenclaw. I mean, what does he think he’s going to accomplish?” You were seething now, Pansy noticing your change in demeanor. You made eye contact with her, her eyebrows raising as if to ask you what’s wrong. You opened your mouth to answer, but then you heard the girls voices again, mocking you and Mattheo, talking poorly about him and his intentions. You couldn’t take it. 

You turned around, grabbing the main girl's shoulder. “What the bloody hell is your problem? Have you ever even had one conversation with Mattheo or do you just pine for him from afar like a loser?”  You'd forgotten about the drinks, hands at your side clenching and unclenching. Pansy was behind you, arms crossed and smirking. The girl scoffed, “Do I have to? Everyone knows how he is.” 

“You have no idea how he is. You don’t know the first real thing about him,” you were doing your best to stay calm, but you could feel your anger rising. One more thing, just one more ignorant thing out of her mouth and you weren’t going to be able to control yourself. The smirk that formed on the girl’s face told you that she thought her next words were going to make her seem like she knew it all, “You think because he gave you a few hickey’s that it’s your job to defend him now? Do you even know the number of girls he’s done that to? You are not special to him. He’s a prick, always been a prick, always will be a prick. Honestly we’re doing you a favor leveling out your expectations right now.” 

And there it was, your boiling point. You turned your head slightly, speaking to Pansy now, “Do me a favor, Pans?” She nodded her head, confused by the smile forming on your face, “Go get Mattheo, maybe Theo too while you’re at it.” The girl across from you gave you a mocking pout, “What’s wrong? Need big bad Mattheo and friends to come defend you, feeling bad now?” You closed your eyes, pinching the bridge of your nose as you tried to contain your laughter. The girl clearly confused by your response. You took a deep breath, opening your eyes and making direct eye contact with her, “God no. Pansy’s gonna go get them for your sake. Because they’re going to be the only one’s strong enough to stop me from beating the shit out of you.” 

The girl opened her mouth to respond, but your fist was already connecting with her nose. She doubled over in pain, and you used this as an opportunity to throw her down to the ground. You pushed her back to the ground, kneeling over her chest as you took swings at her. You had to give her some props, she really did try to fight back for a moment, pulling at the strings of your top and trying to grab at your hair. You laughed slightly at her efforts, which probably made you look slightly more crazy than you already did to the crowd that was forming around the both of you. You got one more good swing in before you were being lifted into the air, the same familiar scent of lemon and patchouli filling your senses like this afternoon. 

The girl was lucky Mattheo was so strong, because you were thrashing against his grasp but he still held you like you weighed nothing. Your adrenaline and anger still high as ever, not wanting to be done with the fight, “Mattheo you let me down right now, she deserves it.” You felt him chuckle against your back, “No way, princess. Parties over for you. You keep thrashing around and you’ll make me have to use a binding spell on you.” You slumped immediately, making him laugh again. He carried you to his dorm, finally setting you down once you exited the hall. He led you to the bathroom, where he lifted you back up to have you sit on the large countertop, hands settling on either side of your thighs, “Now, you wanna tell me why I just witnessed my innocent little Ravenclaw in a fight that easily rivaled one I would get myself into?” 

You averted your gaze, looking down at your hands in your lap. Your bruised and bloodied hands. You wanted to feel awful, but her words played in your head again, “She was being a cunt.” You mumbled your response, causing Mattheo to tilt your chin up, forcing your eyes on his, “Come again, darling?” You sighed deeply, speaking more clearly this time, “She was being a cunt.” Mattheo was laughing again. You were glad he found this whole situation so amusing. “While I don’t doubt that, do you mind telling me exactly what happened to earn her the title?” He took one of your hands in his, grabbing his wand with the other. He started waving his want over your injured knuckles as you explained to him what happened. How you overheard them talking about you, and what they thought his intentions were. How you told them to shove off, then they told you that you were just another girl to him. Which, you clarified, was fine if it were true, but that he did not deserve to be talked about that way just because they were jealous of you being the current girl gaining his attention. 

Mattheo finished mending your hands, then did a quick once over of your face and neck to make sure you didn’t have any other injuries before he responded. “You know, usually I’m the one getting mended, kind of a nice change to be the one taking care of somebody.” You blushed as he continued, “You're not just some girl to me, y/n. Not just another name on some list I have in my nightstand. You're different. Special to me." You looked at him with wide eyes, not quite expecting those words to be told to you. He cupped your face, thumb rubbing your cheek gently before placing a kiss to the other side.

"You seem to have this habit of defending me, y/n. Why do you get so mad when someone talks bad about me, love? You know most of what they say is probably true.” You shook your head, “It’s not true. Not the Mattheo I know. Not my Mattheo.” He hummed at your words, “Mm, your Mattheo. I like the sound of that.” You giggled slightly, pushing his shoulder, “You know what I mean. Just- I see a different side of you.” He nodded, dimples on full display as he came to stand between your legs, “Yeah, you do. But there’s another side that I’ve just been dying to show you.” 

You wrapped your arms around his neck, looking up at him through your lashes, “Is that so? And what side would that be, sir?” That last word alone caused his irises to flash just a shade darker, pupils slowly growing, “Careful with your words, princess.” His hands gripping the underside of your thighs, your legs wrapping around his waist. You were feeling confident now, leaning in to whisper in his ear, “I’m always very careful…sir.” He lifted you up then, carrying you from the bathroom to his bed, making promises to show you a different side of him that he said was also just for you.

[sleepyghostuwu]

I've got sort of an odd scenario- how would Dazai, Chuuya and Akutagawa react to their s/o wearing a shirt that's too big for them and they think it's another man's, but in reality, they're not cheating and it's just their dad's or something. I just know Dazai's dramatic ahh wouldn't take it well initially. Ty ty

Ooh, that's a pretty interesting request you've given me to work on, anon :0 Enjoy reading! :D

Wearing your dad's shirt: Akutagawa, Chuuya & Dazai

Akutagawa:

Aku isn't one to be overly dramatic when it comes to this or anything at all, really.

He trusts that you wouldn't pull off any stunts in your relationship with him, though not enough to not cause suspicion when he sees you wearing a shirt that's too big for your body and uncannily fitting for another man.

At this moment, Aku's mind is bombarded with many questions that shook his trust in you: where did you get the audacity from? Why would you do something like that? Who even gave you that shirt to begin with?

There is a slight crack in his composure, but how much further it breaks ultimately depends on your answer to his question.

"Y/n, that shirt you're wearing, where did you get it from?"

You look down at the extremely oversized shirt that clothed you to more than half your thigh. "Oh, this? It's from my dad."

Aku's blank stare was enough to express the puzzlement he felt. "Why are you wearing your dad's shirt if it's clearly too large for you?"

"I feel comfortable in it, nothing else."

"Oh" is all Aku manages as he watches you go about in that baggy shirt of yours.

He's still confused, but at least his trust in you is back.

Chuuya:

Chuuya's not one to be overly dramatic either, but he'll definitely explode if you actually betray him like that. Otherwise, he'd normally keep his cool until his suspicions were confirmed.

Seeing you wearing a shirt that was clearly too big for you was definitely something that took him by surprise and sparked a bit of suspicion in him.

Chuuya trusts in your loyalty to him, though that is sometimes wavered by his insecurity that you'd try to leave him, worse if it's by cheating on him.

"Y/n, whose shirt are you wearing?"

You tug the hem of your oversized shirt. "It's my dad's shirt."

"Eh?" Chuuya frowns in confusion. "Isn't it too big for you to wear?"

"Yeah, but I think it's comfy."

"Huh, if you say so."

Chuuya can't help but smile in relief and amusement when his back is on you. You really are one adorable person.

Dazai:

The D in Dazai stands for ✨ Drama ✨

Jokes aside, as confident as he seems, he's a lot more insecure than you think, so deep down he has already jumped to the worst possible conclusion the moment he saw you in a huge shirt that could've only come from another man.

Then again, he doesn't want to straight-up accuse you of things you (hopefully) did not commit, so he masks his accusation with high-quality drama that'll definitely cover up the suspicion he had.

*gAsp* "No...it can't be...hAS MY DEAR Y/N FOUND ANOTHER MAN TO BE WITH?! AND IN SECRET TOO!! HOW COULD YOU DO SOMETHING LIKE THIS TO ME?!!"

Not comprehending the humour, you blink in utter confusion at his words. "...Dazai, it's my dad's shirt."

Dazai's dramatic shock gave way to confusion. "Your...dad's...?"

"Yeah. He outgrew it and didn't know what to do with it, so he gave it to me."

"Oh."

You have no idea how internally relieved Dazai was to hear that genuine answer of yours.

He's not letting you know that, though.

Instead, he ruffles your hair and teases you about it. "Hehehe, you should really wear something that you fit in, you look more like a dumpling than a human."

"Oh, shut up." <3

[coffeeghoulie]

Ghostober Day 1: Foreplay/Cuckolding

oh we are so back

Thank you so much to @kroas-adtam for putting Ghostober together for the second year in a row <3

This takes place in the hockey au, but you don't have to have read that to read this. I made a joke to @askingforthesun about the hotel cuck chair and they said that I had to do it, so I did. I'm also tagging @forlorn-crows and @nocturnalghoul for hockey shenanigans lol <3

Pairing: Aether/Swiss/Dew

Dew's made the joke about the hotel cuck chair one too many times. Swiss and Aether mean to amend this.

Mature, 1.1k. Contains light bondage and Swiss being a menace, as per usual.

Divider by @ghuleh-recs <3

"Not too tight?" Aether hums, something soft in his eyes as he ties a knot in the pair of laces he's holding. He kneels at Dew's feet, looking up, and if this isn't an angle Dew's seen before, sitting on a locker room bench. It's so familiar and benign it makes his head spin, because Aether's not tying his skates for him.

Aether's tying his wrists to the arms of a chair, something plain tucked into the corner of his hotel room. Swiss laughs from where he's adjusting the covers on the queen bed. "Ain't tight, it ain't right." he calls, shirt unbuttoned and hanging off his shoulders, tie and jacket draped over the dresser.

Dew watches Aether roll his eyes with a soft huff, but his smile doesn't fade. "That's for skates, not wrists, dumbass," he calls over Aether's shoulder.

Swiss flashes him with a million watt grin, brighter than the nightstand lamp. "Quit talking back, you're the one who's at our whim tonight."

Dew snorts, shaking his head, hair hanging in a curtain around either side of his face. He ignores Swiss, glancing back down at Aether. "Feels good," he says, flexing his fingers curiously around the ends of the armrests, testing the give of the impromptu restraints.

Aether pushes a strand of long hair behind Dew's ear, grey eyes scanning over his face as he finishes tying the laces around his wrist with the same knot he'd use to tie his shoes. "You tell us if that changes. Can't have our star player unable to hold a stick in the morning."

Dew nods, curt and stoic, even as his dick gets chubbier where it's trapped behind his boxers. "Copia'd have your head."

Aether laughs, gold tooth flashing, and he stands up from his knees, smoothing his hands up Dew's arms as he goes. "Need anything before we start, baby boy?"

Dew takes a deep breath, shaking his head to clear the fuzz settling between his ears. "Kiss me?" he asks, trying his best to keep his voice clear and level. They'll never let him live it down if they know how affected he is just by the thought of what's about to happen.

Aether, one of the loves of his life and best friend, smiles, and it's like he hung the moon. He doesn't answer, but takes Dew's face in his hands and angles him up to kiss him hot and filthy.

Dew groans into it, and Aether takes the opportunity to slip his tongue against Dew's own. He tries to grab at Aether, card spindly fingers through his mohawk, but the laces dig into his wrists and he jolts back, panting already.

Swiss laughs, tossing his shirt aside. At some point he lost his slacks too, leaving him in just black briefs, and Dew glares at him over Aether's shoulder. "Oh, spitfire, look at you, all tied up with a bow. We should have done this ages ago," he says, palming at his bulge, his legs spread casually. Dew's mouth waters despite himself.

"Oh, piss off," he snaps, but there's no real bite in it. Aether tuts, reaching down and flicking one of the silver barbells threaded through his nipples, pebbled from the cool air. Dew bites his lip hard not to yelp. His dick throbs, and he swears he can feel his pulse already.

"That's not nice," Aether chastises lightly, still playing with the jewelry between thick fingers. "You might want to watch it, darling. He's the one who decides when you get to come and join us."

Dew huffs, lolling his head back to bare the column of his throat. "Fine. Sorry."

Aether kisses him once more, ducking to whisper in his ear. "You know what to say if you need out?"

Dew nods. "Stoplights or snap, I got it. Go have fun with our boyfriend." He huffs dramatically, and Aether laughs. He waggles his eyebrows as he steps back, giving Dew one last glance before he turns back to where Swiss sits at the foot of the bed.

"Hey, handsome," Swiss greets him, arms open and voice smooth as Aether stands between his thighs.

Dew can't see Aether's reaction, but he can see something glinting in Swiss's eyes as Aether runs his hands up his arms. "You're one to talk," he says, and then they're not saying anything, because Aether's bent down to kiss him.

He watches them, can hear the way Swiss groans into it. His fingers card through Aether's mohawk, tugging at the soft purple strands, and Dew's fingers twitch against the arms of the chair.

They break with a soft huff of breath, and Aether bends further, pressing kisses across Swiss's jaw. Trails back to the sensitive spot just under his ear.

Swiss's eyes fly open, brown and dark pupil expanding visibly as he meets Dew's stare. "You like what you see, spitfir- ah, yeah, Aeth, that's nice," he says, head tipping back as Aether methodically sucks a bruise into his skin.

His hands curl around Aether's biceps, and Dew bites his lip hard enough he can taste iron. He's so hard it hurts, and they haven't even gotten started properly yet. Swiss moans long and low. The worst part is that Dew knows he's not playing it up. He knows how good Aether is with his mouth.

He breaks eye contact, staring down at the chair he's been tied to. The laces are stark white, black stripes woven in. A fresh pack taken from Aether's equipment bag. They stand out against the pale of his skin. He examines them to have a reason not to look, as much as he wants to.

"Yeah, Aeth, right there," Swiss croons, grinning wildly as he meets Dew's eye when his head flies up. Dew's lip twists up in a snarl, wrists tugging fruitlessly at the skate laces. "He's so good, Dew, fuck."

"Shut up, " Dew says, struggling to sit still. His dick presses painfully against the seam of his boxers. There's a wet spot forming already.

"Oh, spitfire, you asked for this," Swiss says, swallowing hard. Dew's eyes track the bob of his Adam's apple. Aether keeps kissing and licking and sucking, trailing lower and lower before he's knelt between Swiss's legs, hands rubbing his inner thighs.

Swiss keeps his eyes locked on Dew's as Aether pulls the elastic of his briefs down. "You're going to sit there and watch your boyfriend suck my cock, and then I'll consider letting him untie you."

Dew pulls at the laces until his wrists ache.

[invisibleraven]

tying your lover’s tie for the rarepair of your choice, because I'm not sure which of these himbos actually would know how <3 Plz and thank you!

"I feel stupid."

Alex looked around to see Reggie who looked rather uncomfortable in a suit, shirt half unbuttoned, tie hanging around his neck.

"You don't look it-at least now that you have a suit that fits. You were swimming in that last one," he replied.

"It was my Pop's!" Reggie countered. "I never really needed it aside from stuff like this, why buy a new one?"

Alex shook his head, coming over to flick a strand of hair off Reggie's forehead. "This is important, not every day two of your best friends get married."

"You really think she managed to get Luke to wear sleeves?" Reggie joked.

"If he'd do it for anyone, he'd do it for Julie."

Reggie nodded, then stood back, taking Alex in. "You clean up nice."

"Thanks," Alex said, giving an overexaggerated twirl. "It's not as comfy as my hoodie, but I look good."

"Can we go now?" Reggie asked.

"You gotta finish your shirt and tie first," Alex stated. "Plus shoes."

"Ugh, not the awful pinchy shoes!" Reggie whined.

Alex smirked. "You could probably get away with wearing your boots-no one but me is gonna notice."

"Well that's one hurdle," Reggie replied, carefully doing up his buttons. "But I have no clue how to do a tie."

"I've seen you wear ties before."

"Yeah, clip on ones, or I had Ray do them for me and I just loosened them to take them off. But Julie insisted on these nice silk ones and I have no clue what I'm doing."

Reggie looked truly pathetic at this, giving Alex his best pout. A look that Alex frequently had problems resisting-he swears he should have built up a tolerance after being friends with Reggie for a decade and a half, and his partner for almost half that time, but no.

"I'll do it for you," he offered. Taking the tie and positioning it around Reggie's neck.

"How did you learn how to do this?"

"We went to church every weekend-it was expected."

Reggie grimaced at that-Alex didn't really like to talk about church-or his family, a sentiment Reggie got more than anyone. But they were each other's family now, along with the Molinas who had practically-and officially in Reggie's case-adopted them as their own.

Alex looped the silk around itself, a truly complicated dance that Raggie swore would make his head spin, but it also felt really nice having this done-the level of care and intimacy that Alex didn't usually let himself show-neither of them liked to be vulnerable. But in moments like this, with just the two of them, there was no need for armour.

They could be each other's knight.

Alex stepped back, admiring his work-it was a simple enough knot, matching his own, but Reggie made it seem elegant, even as he let out a little gulp as Alex tightened it and smoothed his lapels.

"Thanks Lexi," he whispered, his green eyes full of love as he looked right at Alex.

Suddenly, Alex's mouth went dry-how did he still manage to do that, even after all this time together?

"A-anytime."

Reggie grinned, pressing a kiss to Alex's cheek. "Come on, we gotta get going, I don't wanna miss the vows!"

"We are literally the best men, he's not gonna start without us!" Alex replied with a laugh and a fond eye roll.

"We're gonna have to rock paper scissors to see who gets Luke at our wedding," Reggie said as he slipped into his boots.

"Are we getting married? Did I miss a proposal?"

Reggie grinned, then grabbed his keys. "Race you to the car!"

Alex shook his head, giving himself one last look over in the mirror, straightening his tie.

And making sure the engagement ring he'd bought was secure in his jacket pocket.

[stunie]

I CAME RUNNING WHEN I SAW ALL THE MATCHUPS ON MY DASH i hope you don’t mind me trying to squeeze myself in in time :,)

TO ANSWER YOUR QUESTIONS

- my day has been a little rough if i’m being honest, i got hit with a lot of things that could’ve been better (i’m telling myself that it could have been a whole lot worse lol) but i’m okay dw!!! :)

- something fun though is that i watched a show recently with one of my best friends and it was so fun!! the show is a live adaptation of a book we both love (she got me into it) and we were cracking up making fun of how they did it (no malice ofc but just a little smidge of judgment) i also got to see my bf twice this week which was really nice :3 (we are ldr)

- i fear i can’t say any of my favs because i will most def reveal who i am lol but i’ll talk a little about why i like them…?

- my signature is that i always without fail somehow fall for the rich ones. and part of me wants to say that it’s not because of their money that i like them (but it may be partially why i stay…) but is it my fault that all the rich ones are also my type :,) <- i say this delusionally

- jokes aside, i really enjoy the ones who would be infatuated literally full on obsessed with me. i think it’s because im the other part of the spectrum of immigrant eldest daughter (i want to be coddled and cared for and have someone who will take responsibilities off of my shoulders)

- i would describe myself as an extroverted introvert! i can do the social setting very well, but i get exhausted very quickly and would def pull on the hem of my fav’s shirt whisper-asking if we can early (which btw if he doesn’t take the blame himself… is he really even my fav? 🤨)

- my fav love languages are physical touch and acts of service (for both giving and receiving, though i give more acts of service and like to receive more physical touch!) and i think my favs would cater to this a lot! though with them being rich and all, gift giving might be in there too lol

- i think i’m really toeing the line here but i’m very attracted to voices. like it’s the second thing i notice about someone usually (first being their eyes) and if i don’t like someone’s voice, it also usually means i won’t like them a lot too (so all of my favs have really really attractive voices…)

- this might be redundant but i love the tropes that are like villain or morally gray coded, grumpy x sunshine, doberman/black cat x orange cat, etc

- i’d like to ask for a random one from either wb, hq, or bllk for the matchup!! if that’s possible :,) if not, from bllk would be fun :)

hi nonnie aaaaa i loved reading through this !! I LOVE GRUMPY X SUNSHINE AS A TROPE lemme not elaborate or we’ll be here forever. OKAY. endo popped up pretty fast when you said infatuated but it swapped to …

REO !!!! i didn’t match you with reo because he’s rich 😭 i pinkie promise it’s a coincidence. THE REASON WHY. coddled and cared for. mhm mhm …. thinking about him giving nagi piggyback rides and such except it’s with you. it’s literally perfect. your shoelace untied ? he’s tying it for you > < also will not let you step anywhere near a puddle when it’s raining. omg. you can zone out if you’re with him, he’s got you. the tugging the shirt as a cue to leave solidified it my choice btw !!! he knows you so well, one tiny tug and a look at the face you’re giving him and that’s all he needs. gives you a knowing little smile and comes up with an excuse on the spot (the blame does NOT end up on you btw).

[enid-rhees]

hi i’m back with another enid request :) can you do a story where enid and reader hate eachother and they start slowly falling in love but don’t want to admit it and carl is like helping both of them (he knows they both like eachother and he’s trying super hard to get them together) ty and i hope you have a good day!! :)) (sorry if it doesn’t make sense, it’s hard to explain 😭)

I LOVE THIS !!! thank you for requesting!! it’s a bit different than the request but i still hope you enjoy! i hope you have a good day as well <3

summary: you and Enid despise each other for whatever reason, not even you knew. after a forced shift you had to do with her, you felt something shift.

genre: enemies to lovers

A/N: hope you all enjoy! if you’d like to request, read pinned!

you couldn’t stand Enid. every time she walked in the room, you could help but feel yourself become instantly annoyed. there was just something about her.

it wasn’t one-sided either, she hated you just as much as you hated her.

snarky remarks, subtle insults, you did it all. she was irritating, every time you heard her speak, it was like alarms blaring in your ears; unpleasant.

you could never get away from though. it felt as if wherever you were, she was. she was inescapable, making her less and less tolerable by the day. today was one of those days.

“you’re joking.” you said to Rick. “no. i’m not fucking doing that shift with her. someone could cover for me.” you told him.

“there’s no one to cover, that’s why it has to be you.” he stated calmly. he was far too familiar with your hatred towards Enid. he had gotten in the middle a few times, unfortunately.

“she could do it alone. there’s no way in hell i’m spending a few hours out of my day with-“

“please- for the love of God just do it! it’s just a few hours, i don’t care if you hate her! put this stupid feud aside for just four hours!” he shouted, shocking you. he wasn’t really one to shout at you like that, so it took you aback.

“fine.” you mumbled. you made your way up to the watchtower by the gate that lead into Alexandria. she wasn’t up there yet, luckily. you sat against the wood and stared into the messy street, enjoying the silence and peace while it lasted.

the street was filled with trash and abandoned crashed cars. the watch shift had to be the most boring job ever in Alexandria, you preferred going on runs.

“oh, you’re kidding.” you heard a voice groan. peace ruined. you rolled your eyes as she came up the stairs. you raised your eyebrows, “you don’t look happy to see me.” you said with a fake pout.

Enid scoffed. “shut up. you know damn well i’d rather be anywhere else than to be near you.”

“why are you even here?” she asked, sitting across from you. “no one else was available to cover. so you got the pleasure of working with me.”

“should’ve just let me do it alone. would’ve been nice.” she said. “tried that. you know how Rick is. wasting my entire day being here with you.”

she grabbed the gun next to her, it was a rifle. she put her eye up to the scope, aiming at nothing in particular. you watched her.

the way she concentrated, her hands kept steady on the gun. the way her lips were parted as she focused.

you looked away, shifting in your spot.

god when will this fucking shift be over?

-

you never skipped down the stairs faster when Rick announced to both of you that the shift was over. without another word or glance, you went back to your home.

Carl was sitting on the couch with Judith in his lap. you sat next to him, leaning your head back on the couch.

“how was your shift with Enid?” he asked. “awful.” you responded. “she is just- she’s so annoying! her voice is like nails on a fucking chalkboard. oh- sorry Judith. her voice is like nails on a chalkboard. every time she speaks i just want to scream.” you complained to him.

he shook his head, chucking a bit. “what’s so funny?” you asked. “nothing. just the way you’re so stupidly oblivious.” you furrowed your eyebrows, “what’s that’s supposed to mean?”

“you don’t hate her! you like her!” he exclaimed. you choked out a laugh, standing up from your seat. “are you insane? you think i like her? you have to be out of your mind right now to say something like that.”

“you can’t keep living in denial.” he said to you. “in denial?” you repeated. “you think i’m living in denial? i despise Enid, Carl! it doesn’t get much simpler than that.”

“i’ve seen the way you look at her.” he told you, you stood still, blinking at him. you didn’t know what to say to that. “you stare her lips, her eyes. it’s noticeable, Y/N.”

you shook your head, “no.. i-i don’t.”

“yes, you do.” he told you. “you can’t lie to yourself anymore. you like Enid. and she doesn’t hate you either.”

“bullshit.” you told him. he stood up, taking Judith into her room before he came back out. he grabbed your arm and took you outside. “what the fuck are you doing?” you asked, trying to take your arm out of his grip.

“putting this stupid fight to an end.” he replied. he took you to an empty room before leaving again. you sighed, shaking your head

“what the hell is he doing out there?” you mumbled to yourself. “he’s crazy- this is crazy.”

a few minutes later he came back, but with another person stuck on his arm. he opened the door, pushing Enid through it.

“you’re out of your goddamn mind, Grimes.” Enid said to him, you could tell there was rage in her voice.

he pushed you both into a darkened room, closed the door and locked it while also pushing something heavy against the door to ensure you were locked in.

your eyes widened, he was truly out of his mind. Enid started to bang on the door, yelling for Carl to come back.

you squeezed your eyes shut, “stop yelling. it’s not gonna do shit. it’ll just make you more annoying.” she huffed. “so you just want to be stuck in here?”

“we have no other choice. he won’t let us out until we resolve whatever this is!” you argued. “there’s nothing to resolve. i made it clear how i feel about you.”

“yeah, looks like we’re even. so either we fake it to get out or we can stay in here forever.” you said to her. “god, i’d rather die than pretend to like you.”

you had to admit that hearing that was a bit hurtful. mean words were always thrown between you two, but that was possibly the worst.

“right,” you said quietly, looking down at your shoes. it made it harder to believe Carl’s words. Enid definitely didn’t like you.

you sat on the floor against the wall as she continued to try and open the door. you looked up at her. “why do you hate me, Enid?”

she stopped to turn to you. “you’re annoying. that’s why. i can’t stand being around you.”

“but why? what did i do to you to make you hate me so much?” you questioned. “me and my group… we arrived here and you just… hated me. i don’t know what i did, Enid.”

she groaned, “just stop! stop. okay?” she shouted. you looked at her with confusion. “stop what? am i wrong for wondering why you randomly decided to hate me?”

“i hated you because… because i thought- i thought you were pretty.” she said it so quietly, you almost didn’t hear her. you stared at her.

“what?” you asked in a whisper. “all of those things you would say to me was all because… you thought i was pretty?” you asked, a small laugh coming out afterwards.

“i didn’t know how to deal with it. i’ve never- you’re the first girl that made me feel like that. i reacted poorly and it caused you to do what i did to you. it was hurting both of us.” she admitted, finally looking you right in the eye.

you stood up, slowly walking towards her.

“will you tell me the truth now?” you asked. “will you tell me how you really feel about me?”

she stepped closer, your faces centimeters apart now.

“i’m in love with you,” she whispered, a small smile painted your lips as you leaned forward, capturing her lips in yours. she placed her hands on your waist, pulling you closer as she kissed back.

the door suddenly opened, causing both of you to jump away from each other. there stood Carl, a smirk on his face.

“what did i tell you?” he asked. “shut it, Grimes!”

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A/N: i am so bad w/ endings i am so sorry 😭 i hope you all enjoyed! this took a few hours but i am happy with the outcome :)

[qdbs-writes]

can I request a part two of Captain America s/o with the same characters, but NSFW this time? They're getting to it but s/o is afraid to hurt them because of his strength and size (interpret that however you like 😅) ty so much <3

omg that super soldier post was so far back ahhh, but here is the og! and nonny i will be interpreting 'size and strength' in the horniest way possible >;)

MK Lads x Male!Super-Soldier!Reader NSFW Scenario

Kung Jin

He'd let you hit with NO PREP NO LUBE with the ride going at FULL SPEED. He knows he'll die, but he'll die happy goddamnit! You could hit him with your car and he would thank you!

Jokes aside, Jin strikes me as having grown up quite sheltered, so I won't bank on him understanding the intricacies of gay sex, even after he comes out and is in a relationship with you.

So hopefully you can teach him a thing or two! Like prep, prep is so fucking vital.

As an ex-Marvel fan, we all know that the super soldier serum works on the whole body, penis included. So please feel free to just drop your jeans if Jin is ever like "Just put it in me", it will silence all opposition.

So your fears of hurting Jin are probably more realistic. One way to get around this would be to let Jin top you for a bit, he'd love to clap your super soldier cheeks!

Granted, Jin isn't nearly as big as you are, about 5 inches erect and 1.8 inches in diameter, but hey, it's not the size of the boat, it's the motion of the ocean.

Takeda Takahashi

If you express your fear of hurting him during sex Takeda will go full heart eyes mode because no one else has been this concerned about his safety in the past.

At the same time, he wants to be fucking annihilated by your cock, your hands, your mouth. You name it, Takeda wants it.

Having the biggest dick he's ever seen, Takeda is gonna want it in his mouth first, starting with coy little licks and nibbles before it all devolves into shamelessly aggressive throat fucking.

Let's imagine for a blissful moment that being a super soldier means you've got buckets of cum in your nutsack. Takeda wants all that cum covering almost every inch of his body: his face, his stomach, his back, his hands, if you've got some leftover, he'd love to feel it trickle down from his hole.

Be warned that Takeda may be so distracted by your super soldier dick that he accidentally gets way too much lube out and unintentionally turns the bed into a fucking slip N slide.

Erron Black

If you stop him in the middle of getting down and dirty to say some shit like "I'm scared I'm too strong and I might hurt you..." Erron's like "This ain't my first rodeo, big boy".

Do you think in his adventures in Outworld that Erron hasn't been fucking huge-cocked, monster people? Because he's been fucking monster people with huge cocks.

His hole? Douched. His cheeks? Waxed. His body? Ready. His soul? Sold. His panties? Fucking gone.

You could hold Erron up by one hand, pushing and pulling him onto your dick like a fleshlight and Erron would have the best time.

Erron's favourite bit is when your cock is so deep in his guts that you can see his stomach bulge at the size of it, he also loves it when you cum super deep and it floods his insides.

If you put 'Save a Horse (Ride a Cowboy)' on while you are balls deep inside him, Erron will let it slide, unless you can't stop laughing, then he'll be pissy.

[rosenallies]

h/c scenario prompts 16 “hiding an injury” 13 “broken ribs” and 22 “hurts to breathe” with Sick Au (wild combination I know and I’m sorry 😭)Jane is a daredevil especially when they’re not with Nat and her family. So they do some stupid shit at a party and end up falling and get really hurt. She can’t tell her parents and doesn’t want to bother Nat’s so she just pretends she didn’t injure herself ☹️ but Synthia is obviously no stranger to hiding being in pain and calls her out

Sorry this is late asf <333 but ty for sending this in bestie <3

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“Jane?” Synthia whispered, passing by her in the hallway, his daughter’s partner avoiding his gaze.

“Hey.”

“Can I talk to you?”

Jane sucked in a breath, unable to hide the wince in her voice. “Yeah, sure,” she croaked, a sinking feeling about what it was about.

He pulled her aside gently, ushering her into the guest bedroom so they could talk privately.

“Are you sick?” He said, cutting to the chase, “you’ve been short of breath lately and you just look like you’re in pain and-and I know what it’s like to hide feeling ill but you deserve to feel better. I can take you to my doctor if you want to, but you’re going to need to tell Natalie, she’d be devastated if anything happened.”

“No-I,” she sighed, lifting up her sweater, revealing large purple bruises spreading along her sides and her ribs, peeking out from underneath her binder. “I got hurt.”

“Oh, Jane, what happened?”

Their face burned with embarrassment. “I-I went to a party and I maybe had a little too much to drink and jumped into a pool. I misjudged how close the step was.”

“Oh god, Jane you could have died,” he breathed, “you could have hit your head.”

“I know, I know. I just-“ tears welled up in her eyes, “I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be sorry. Can we tell Nat? She’s gonna want to check you out.”

Jane huffed, damn her doctor wife. “She’s gonna be so disappointed. She didn’t want me going to that party anyway, she thinks my college friends are shitty people and they kind of are but I just -sometimes it scares me how grown up we all are. I mean, I love my life and I love Natalie but sometimes I miss being younger before we had all these responsibilities.”

Synthia nodded along. “I understand, but none of that is worth getting you hurt over. I was the same way when I first got sick, I just physically couldn’t do anything about it because I was stuck in bed all the time. But I really think you should tell Natalie.”

“Okay,” Jane whispered, hanging her head and trying not to cry. Natalie’s disapproval would likely hurt 10x more than her injuries.

“One more thing though,” Synthia said, Jane looking up, “I know you like to wear it, but you really shouldn’t be wearing your binder right now. It’s got to be making it so much worse.”

“Oh I- yeah, it is.”

Squeezing her hand, Synthia smiled sympathetically. “Let’s go talk to Nat and she can help you take it off, okay? She’s a doctor, she has gentle hands.”

If Jane was feeling like herself she would have made a crude joke to herself in her head, face reddened as she tried not to laugh, but her mind didn’t even go there, she only thought about the disappointment on her wife’s face when she tells her.

As well as he could, Synthia helped Jane to the kitchen where Kendall and Natalie were engrossed in a card game, Gia laughing along as they played, poking fun at one another.

The energy changed when Synthia and Jane walked in, the three at the table looking up at them with concern.

“Dad, are you okay?” Natalie asked, crossing the kitchen to him, placing a hand on his bony back, “do you need anything?”

“Um, actually,” Jane spoke up, anxiety radiating off her, “can you-um, can you check me out, Nat? I, uh, kinda got hurt.”

Natalie’s eyes went wide. “What happened? Did you trip in the bathroom?” She looked to her parents, “I’ve been begging you guys to please fix that uneven tile in the bathroom! It’s dangerous!”

“No, Natalie,” Jane said, shaking her head, “can we please go to the guest bedroom?”

Nerves flared in Natalie’s belly as she nodded, following Jane slowly down the hallway. She sat on the bed beside Jane and grabbed her hand. “What happened?”

Jane took a shaky breath, lifting up her sweater to show her all the bruising that crept down her chest and side.

“Oh god,baby, what happened? You probably have a broken rib or two, has it been hurting to breathe?”

“Yeah, kind of,” she admitted.

Looking closely at some of the bruises, Natalie noticed they were yellowing around the edges, meaning they weren’t fresh. “Jane, when did this happen? Some of these are already yellowing.”

Jane stared at her hands in her lap, fiddling with her rings. “Last week, at the party. I know you said my college friends are no good, but I just-I wanted to go and I’m sorry I let them convince me to jump in the pool, it was stupid. Your dad was right I could have died and-and-“

“Hey,” Natalie interrupted, “I’m not mad. I’m just worried about you being hurt. How come you didn’t tell me? You’ve been in pain for a week and I didn’t even know!”

Guilt swirled in Jane’s chest, her wife’s voice so soft and hurt. She knew if she looked at her there’d be tears in those brown eyes. “I didn’t want you to be angry with me.”

“God, baby, I would never be angry at you for being hurt. Ever.”

Jane nodded, wiping her own tears that spilled hot down her cheeks. “Okay.”

“Let’s get you home, baby, and I’ll take care of you, okay? I’ll write you a prescription for some pain meds and we can pick it up on the way home. And Janey, I hate to say it, but doctor’s orders, you need to not wear your binder for a while.”

“I know, that’s what your dad said. Can you help?”

“Yeah, c’mere.”

Natalie helped her take off her sweater, so gentle and tender, though she gasped softly when she saw how banged up Jane really was. “Oh honey,” she cooed, heart dropping at the sight of her.

She tutted softly as she helped her take off her binder, even gentler than before. Jane instinctively went to cover her chest, but Natalie stopped her, taking off her own oversized crewneck and handing it to Jane. “Here, this should be big enough to cover you. You’re gonna need to wear looser stuff for a while.”

Grateful, Jane slipped it on, Natalie doing the same with the sweater Jane had on.

“There,” Natalie smiled softly, “ready to head home?”

“Yeah, oh and Nat? Thanks for not being upset with me, I know it was a stupid thing to do.”

Natalie smiled, helping her partner off the edge of the bed, cupping her face in her hands. “It was, but we can joke about that when you’re feeling all better, okay?”

If she wasn’t in such pain, Jane would have tackled Natalie to the bed with kisses, but she settled with a short peck on the lips, one that required little movement. “I love you.”

Natalie squeezed her hand, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. “I love you too.”

[sunbeamcomfort]

the apex of this city, and the devil of hell’s kitchen (or something equally dramatic)

hi i'm back at it again with another 2 chapters of my matt/male oc fic, this time posted on my new writing sideblog. :thumbsup: once again as a heads-up, this fic is rated E for future shenanigans, so 18+ only.

excerpt of chapter 3 incoming, an excerpt of chapter 4 will be below the readmore, and the link to the fic is right here in this very sentence. it'll also be at the end of the post for convenience's sake. ty! :)

chapter 3:

matt’s quiet for a few moments. there’s, unfortunately, a lot of things his mind leaps to: the why and where and when of it all, apex’s lack of care when it came to shattering that man’s jaw and likely running his ability to ever eat solid food again, and — god damn it, matt even catches himself wondering how that strength feels. personally. (he’d already felt it, when they met; apex held onto his wrist so tight matt had no chance of getting free, and it was a little—)

“it’s fine,” he says, pushing all of those thoughts aside because apex’s heart is somehow racing faster in his silence. “i don’t care about…the power itself. i just care about, you know—”

“me not caring,” apex finishes for him.

matt doesn’t like how easy that was for them to figure out, but he confirms it with a quiet, “yeah.”

“yeah.” apex shifts, drawing a knee up towards their chest. they toss the broken pocket knife over their shoulder.  “moralities, dude. i think you and i have pretty different ones.”

they shouldn’t be getting personal. it’s stupid, and dangerous, and matt is fooling himself. “i’m a catholic,” he says though, even if he shouldn’t. “the morality involved with that is pretty…tight.”

at that, apex lets out a laugh. “yeah? and i’m a jew, scarf-head. not a good one, depending on who you ask, but hey.” (matt wonders if he’s all that good of a catholic, considering all he’s done in his life, and is currently doing at this very moment.) “there’s definitely some sort of joke we can make out of this. a guy with catholic guilt and a guy with a jewish savior complex walk into a bar…”

“and beat the shit out of the guy who tried putting his hands on the bartender?” matt finishes, unable to bite back a grin when apex lets out another laugh. he doesn’t like how easy it is to figure him out, either.

chapter 4:

“there’s definitely some sort of joke we can make out of this. a guy with catholic guilt and a guy with a jewish savior complex walk into a bar…”

“and beat the shit out of the guy who tried putting his hands on the bartender?” scarf-head finishes.

jesse can’t help it; he tilts his head back, letting out another laugh.

for a minute or five there he was pretty convinced scarf-head was actually about to back out of their weekly thing they have going on. it’s not like they really know anything about each other beyond some tidbits so few jesse could count them on one hand so it’s not like jesse has anything to cling to. scarf-head doesn’t even have a name, or eyes; he’s a catholic, and he has a job, and he seems very deadset on denying hell’s kitchen as his, but that’s it. so, really, in theory? jesse should not be so hung up on this guy.

and yet.

“probably not such a good idea, though,” scarf-head adds, startling jesse with astoundingly good timing out of that train of thought. “us ‘beating the shit’ out of anyone else, i mean.”

wait, what? shit.

“you serious?” jesse asks, leaning away from him to get a good look at his face, so he can try to get a read on if he’s joking or not. (but he’s not smiling anymore. there goes the energy again.) “but i thought… is this about the jaw thing? ‘cause, like, i don’t have to punch like that. i can hold back; i know how to hold back.”

once again, if you're interested, here's a link to the full fic!

[hotxcheeto]

Can you do brat-tamer ellie and she’s sweet but of course very rough. If it isn’t obvious this would be smut with a female reader. Ty!

━ 𝐂𝐑𝐘𝐁𝐀𝐁𝐘

𝙥𝙖𝙞𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜(𝙨) - Ellie Williams x Fem!Reader 𝙬𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨 - Cursing, rough/messy sex, slight choking, brat tamer!dom!ellie, brat!sub!reader, slight mean!ellie, mentions of drool and the reader drooling, strap on use ( r! receiving) , fingering ( r! receiving ), afab!reader, pet names, slight degradation, praise, slight dubcon, hickies, bro its long and messy

𝙥𝙧𝙤𝙤𝙛𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙 ? - Yeah/Nope

𝙖𝙪𝙩𝙝𝙤𝙧'𝙨 𝙣𝙤𝙩𝙚 - holy hell this took me like 4 days, a lot of breaks, started playing snake halfway through, got bored, ate nachos and here it is!. I hope you enjoy and please, remember Jesus probably cries everytime I open my laptop <3 all jokes aside, thank you darling for the request <3

"Why're you in a mood?" "'m not." You muttered from your place, squished against Ellie's pillow. Laying on your stomach along the end of the bed. Ellie huffed, throwing her jacket onto the couch before walking over to you.

"You are." "No I'm not. Leave me alone." You huffed, staring at her TV , snuggling deeper into the fluff of the pillow. "Babe.." Ellie got onto the bed, walking on her knees over to you. "You were flirting with her!" You huffed, rolling onto your back.

"She was giving you that stupid smile and goo-goo eyes and you just sat there! You didn't even look at me." You huffed, a small pout crossing your face as your eyes met Ellie's.

The girl had a small smirk on her face, looking down at you.

"Stop giving me that stupid face. You were ignoring me! You didn't even notice when I left." Your hands smacked against your bare thighs as you rambled on. "I did notice." "But you didn't come." You crossed your arms, looking away from her.

"I'm sorry." "Ellie!" You huffed and sat up, sliding off the bed while Ellie only raised her hands. "What do you want me to say?" She laughed slightly, watching your bottom lip stick out, a small frown on your face.

"I wasn't flirting with her Y/n. You're doing the jealous thing again." "No I'm not! Stop being an assh-" "Hey-" Ellie grabbed your face, squishing your cheeks together. Not enough to hurt you, just taking you by surprise. Goosebumps rising along your skin "-stop talking to me like that."

"Okay.. 'm sorry." "Are you?" She let go of your face, fingers slowly trailing down your to your jaw. Then tickling your neck. "Yeah, I just wanted you to sit with me but you sat with her." "Because someone wanted to go talk to... what was that fuckers name? Right, Derek, the guy who used to want to fuck you."

You knew better than to answer the question, hearing her go on. Knowing the crush Derek used, or still had, on you. Looking down, avoiding her eyes. Instead, shrugging as her hand fell to your hip.

"I bet you think she's prettier than I am. Maybe I should've flirted with him, then you would've payed attention to me." Your words came out in a snappy way, attitude laced between your lips as you crossed your arms. Hiding your pounding heart.

"Now leave me alone." You let out a dramatic noise before going to stomp off and away. Or as far as you could get in the small space.

But before you could Ellie had gripped you up, pulling you right back in front of her. Standing in between her thighs, you met her eyes. Darkness clouding her green irises, her smile having fallen away.

"Y/n." "What?" "Quit it." Before you even got a word passed your parted lips she'd cut you off. "Maybe you should've flirted with him, went home with him. Or maybe you're gonna listen to me now. And be good?"

You didn't say a word.

"You know what to do." And you did, as much as you wish you didn't you couldn't help the excitement spreading throughout. Biting back any form of happiness at your success, your fingers found the bottom of your shirt.

You pulled it over your head with ease, reaching behind yourself to unclip your bra. Moving slowly as to draw it out, lightly pushing the straps from your shoulders leaving the garment to fall to the ground.

"Don't tease me." "Sorry.." You muttered only to feel her grab the back of your thigh and squeeze. "Keep going. Don't talk." Your fingers looped into your waistband and pushed the shorts down your legs. This left you in just your underwear.

You felt hot under her gaze, your hands moving to cover your stomach and boobs. But she hadn't let you, grabbing your wrists before you got the chance. Pulling you down, letting you crash into her lap.

"Ellie.." "Shut it, unless you wanna go keep flirting with fuckface?" You shook your head, playing with the neckline of her shirt. Running your fingers over it, lightly brushing her skin. Green eyes watching you. Her words running straight in between your legs. The ache worsening the more she teased.

Ellie's fingers then snuck around to your nipple, brushing over it just slightly making you shift against her. Throbbing cunt being brushed over by her other hand. Ghosting over your inner thigh, watching as your eyes glanced to look down at them.

A little whine passed your lips before the touch was gone. A pout finding itself back onto your face. Ellie sliding out from under you, sitting you down on the mattress.

She kissed you again, taking your breath away, melting into the kiss. It made your head dizzy and fuzzy, out of breath and wanting more. Lips plump against her own.

Leaning forward, chasing her mouth, feeling her hand slipping towards your neck. Taking its place just in the middle, grip slowly becoming more prominent.

Her roughness in kissing you picking up at the same time, beginning to push you back into the bed.

You hadn't realized Ellie was slowly getting you to crawl further back. Forcing herself forward and towards you getting you to sit in the middle of the bed, any farther back and you'd be on the edge.

"He just couldn't help himself, huh?" Ellie let out a breathy laugh, kissing down your neck. Creating marks in her wake before shoving you back against the bed. Your body bouncing slightly before she continued her attack, focusing on your tits this time.

"I guess I get it." Her lips muttered against your skin, chills falling down your back making you shiver. Ellie's mouth latching around your nipple, a grumbly moan leaving your lips, pushing yourself towards her mouth.

"Ellie, please, just-" "No." You whined earning another grab of your face, puffing your lips up for her to kiss. A small chuckle of hers filling the near silent room. The TV still going in the background.

"Take them off." Ellie stood up, tilting your head as you hooked your fingers under the sides of your panties. Staring her in the eyes as you slowly pulled them down your thighs. Bringing your legs close while sliding them down, the fabric dangling on your fingers.

You smiled as you dropped them onto the floor in front of Ellie, leaning back as your wet cunt finally became visible to her. But her eyes never left your own, a nervous yet tingly feeling entering your gut.

"Touch yourself." "Wait but-" "Now." You could've whimpered at her words, instead opting to swallow your noises. Dragging your hand down your body, fingertips grazing your nipple before falling down in between your legs.

You felt small under her stare, beginning to rub little circle around your clit. Body jolting as you made contact, a little moan passing your lips.

You laid back against the bed, picking up the pace as you rubbed you sensitive nub. Biting your lip as more sounds filled the room, vibrating your throat, other hand moving to your chest.

Your eyes suddenly squeezed shut, dipping your fingers into your hole. Your noises filling the room along with the wet sounds of your fingers moving in and out of yourself.

"Keep your eyes open, babe. Look at me." "I can't-" "Yes you can." You watched Ellie, fingers still moving in and out of yourself. The girl in front of you beginning to undress herself, starting with her shirt.

"Ellie.. El please hurry up-" As much as you moved your fingers in and out of yourself, it wasn't the same. Fingers pushing against your walls yet not bringing near as much pleasure as Ellie's. Not reaching the spot you needed to just graze, just a little bit. "No, I think I'll take my time pretty girl."

You whined out loud this time, watching her unhook her belt before pulling it through its hoops. Discarding it on the ground.

"Please Ellie I'm sorry- I won't talk to him anymore. I promise, I promise-" You repeated like a mantra, legs shaking as you tried to work yourself towards your high. Ellie stood in just her underwear and sports bra, staring down at you like you were her main course at dinner.

You could feel your stomach tightening, the sight of her beginning to draw you closer to your finish. The feeling of your orgasm creeping up, pussy throbbing under your fingers despite the pumping of your hand.

"Please Ellie, pleaseee-" You dragged your words, quickening your pace, squelching sounds mixing with your cries and pleads for her to just touch you.

Ellie's smile soon returned, falling onto the bed on her knees before coming towards you. Pulling your hand away from your pulsating core, hips jerking towards her mouth as her hot breath began fanning your wetness.

"Please, I won't talk to him anymore please. I promise, I'll be good." You both knew that was a lie, you'd start acting up again as soon as you'd gotten your way. Later, probably finding something else to piss the green eyed girl off with.

"You look so pretty when you beg." Ellie took a long lick up your slit, your head falling back and off the bed, dangling against the edge of the mattress. "Oh Ellie, oh fuck-" You cried out, throaty moans filling the air along with a string of 'yeses' following along as her tongue moved skillfully around your clit. Circling it, thumb prodding at your hole.

"More, please faster- I want- your fingers-" "Ask nicely." You picked your head up to look at her, sucking on your clit harshly, not giving in. "Please El, please I want your fingers please- please-" You didn't get another word out when her two fingers slipped inside, still continuing her focus on your little clit.

You could barely get a few coherent words out, blabbering as her fingers practically slammed in and out of you. Ellie's quickness yet force made your body move everytime her fingers pushed back in, a light wet slapping sound filling the air.

"You still wanna talk to him?" She could see you just barely shaking your head, "-no, no, no fuckkk-" Your stomach tightened so much you felt like you couldn't catch a breath of air, choking as you cried out in pleasure. "El- El 'm gonna cum-" "Come then Y/n."

You let out a few more blabbering words, her tongue returning to your clit, playing with it while tears welled in your eyes. Falling down your cheeks as you snapped cumming against her face, uncaring at how loud you'd gotten.

You clenched around her fingers, fluttering around her mouth as you came hard. Eyes rolling back into your head, mind going fuzzy while small little pants passed your lips.

Ellie didn't let up though, fingers still moving in and out, slowly this time. Half-lidded eyes looking up at you through her eyelashes

"El.." you whimpered out, moving down to grab her hand while she only let out a breathy laugh. Kissing your inner thigh. "I'm not done." Your body jerked towards her fingers, squeezing your fingers, still drawing out your orgasm when she began picking up her pace once again.

"Too much." You whispered, trying to close your thighs around her only them to be forced back open. "One more, come on you can give me one more." "Okay.. okay-"

Ellie cut you off with a kiss, smirking into it while adding a third finger, pumping her them in and out, moving faster and faster making your head spin at the sudden pick up in pace.

The tips grazing against your g-stop, muffled moans entering Ellie's mouth within the kiss. Not stopping, taking your breath away and making you feel even hazier, eyes glossed over when she pulled away to see your face.

"Babe, I think your drooling." You mumbled something in response, Ellie wiping your face with her free hand, pushing back the baby hairs that stuck to your forehead. "I'm gonna come-" You practically cried, her hand moving so fast you couldn't keep up with the bubbling feeling in your gut.

"Yeah?" "Yeah, please.. please-" "Then come Y/n." You did, with a loud scream that Ellie swallowed up, kissing you. Her body practically laying against your shaking one, legs failing to stay open as your hips jumped, bucking her away.

As she brought you down from your high, her fingers finally left your heat.

"Open." Your mouth open, jaw going slack as her fingers entered your mouth. Lust-filled eyes meeting your own blow out ones, batting your eyelashes at her as you licked her fingers clean.

She then pulled them out with a 'pop', kissing you once again before pulling away. "Will you get on your stomach?" "Ellie.." You whined, but she only laid a light smack to your thigh. Grinning down at you, a small pout on your face, but nonetheless you rolled onto your belly.

"Are you still upset?" You muttered into the sheets, Ellie grabbing an all-too familiar box, opening it. She didn't respond though, pulling out her favorite strap, turning to look at you with it dangling on her fingers.

You felt her grab your ass as she got close, clipping the strap around her hips. The tip teasing your slit.

You could feel your pussy flutter once again, against the silicone. Ellie smiling as she pushed it watching your pretty cunt envelope the fake cock, sliding in with ease.

"Oh..." You barely got a moment to adjust, Ellie beginning to pull in and out. Slamming her hips against yours, the slapping sound from earlier now amplified. Crashing against each wall, filling the room up to the brim with moans and skin against skin.

Ellie's hand slipped underneath your head, grabbing your neck, pulling you up so her mouth was beside your ear.

"Do you think that boy could fuck you like this? Do you think he could make you come all over his cock?" Ellie's other hand wrapped around to rub your clit, a loud cry filling her ears making her smile. "Huh?" "No- no- only y-you El-Ellie-"

Her hand suddenly shoved your head down to the bed, keeping you pinned there as she fucked you hard. Drilling into you, fingers keeping pace at your clit adding to the wet mess between your thighs.

"Only you-" You blabbered on, tears in your eyes and spilling down your cheeks. "My pretty little crybaby.." Ellie kept your head down, one hand on your hip and the other squishing your cheek.

"You think I'd fuck that girl like this? Like I fuck my little crybaby?" "No, only fuck- on- me-" "Only you." Ellie let go of your head, but you didn't move, feeling both her hands on your hips squeezing your plush skin.

"I'm g-go-gonna commee.." You said lazily, biting down on your bottom lip that was covered in your saliva. Drooling onto the bed, loud moans barreling off the walls as the coil in your stomach began to tighten taking your breath away.

"El-" "Let go Y/n/n, come for me." Ellie hands were sure to leave bruises along your skin, your high finally tipping making you scream out. Throat already sore, picking your head up from the bed as she continued to slam into you. Ellie grabbing at some of your hair to get you closer to her face.

"Too much- Ellie too much- I can't-" Ellie didn't slow down at first before finally her pace began to slow, massaging your hips with her hands. Pulling the fake cock from your cunt. Feeling you collapse against the bed.

"Hey..." Ellie helped you move to lay on your back, looking at your dazed face, eyes glazed and blown out. Humming when she laid a hand on your cheek, leaning into her touch.

"I've never heard you get like that.." You giggled quietly, a lazy smile on your face. Making a noise and leaning upward. Ellie snorted before leaning down to kiss you softly, giving you another one. Then another before she could feel you laughed, smiling into the many more kisses she made sure to give you.

"Alright, I'll be right back." "Hurry up, or I might die." "Seriously?" Ellie laughed again before pressing a kiss to your forehead. Standing up and leaving you to sit up and push your hair back.

"I wasn't flirting with her by the way." Ellie came over with a wet towel, pushing your legs apart. Looking at your face when you huffed. "Yeah right. First you ignore me and then you move on!" Ellie smiled at your dramatics, wiping you down, the sweat from your face being cleaned off while you grumbled out some more complaints.

"Shut it." "I love you." You said in a sing-songy voice, leaning up on your knees to kiss her again. Falling forward slightly when your legs shook underneath your weight.

"Lay down..." Ellie held her laughter back while you pouted, falling back on the bed with a loud groan. "I love you too." "You hate me." "Yeah so much." You gasped, Ellie biting back her laughter before walking off to get you clothes. Tossing the towel towards her pile of dirty clothes.

"I want a sandwich." "Anything else?" "Mm my girlfriend." Ellie soon returned with clothes, tossing your shirt to you. "I need help." "You're such a brat." You giggled, Ellie moving to put the shirt over your head. "Only for you." "Hm, is that right?"

A/n: ahaha, this is so bad

more ellie smut coming soon

[layce2015]

Secrets of Dumbledore (Newt Scamander x Female!Reader)

Chapter 3: Berlin

Previous Chapter / First Chapter / Next Chapter

The train pulls up to the station and we could hear a voice over the speaker, speaking in German, about our stop. Newt had kneel down to his case and was petting the baby Qilin. "You're all right, little one." he whispers as we wait for the train to fully stop then he shuts the case.

"Berlin. Wonderful." Hicks said, sarcastically, as she stands up and walks over the windows and Theseus was tying his tie. Kama gets up and walks over to the door when Theseus stands up. "Kama...stay safe." He tells him and Kama just stares at him then walks out.

Moments later, I noticed Uncle Edmund reaching out for Newt's case, which was in Newt's hand, and grabs the handle. "I must be going too now, Newt." He said as Newt turns to him, shocked that he was about to take his case. Newt jerks a bit but Edmund places a reassuring hand on his shoulder.

"I know that the case is important to you, my boy. But...No one can know everything...not even you." Uncle Edmund said and Newt looks him over before, reluctantly, let's go of the case. "I promise it will be safe, Newt." Uncle Edmund said and he pats Newt's shoulder then starts to walk away.

"You be careful." I tell them and he turns to me, nods and steps out of the train and walk out on the platform. Kama and Uncle Edmund exchange looks before they go their separate ways, Kama to the left and Edmund to the right.

"Right. Well, here it is." Newt said as he, Theseus, Jacob, Jason, Hicks and I walk up to an alley and towards a wall, which turns into a gateway. We all walk through and it leads us to German Ministry building. We walked out onto the courtyard to see banners of Anton Vogel, Liu and Santos all hanging off of the walls of the building.

"German Ministry of Magic?" Theseus asked. "Yes." Newt and I replied as fireworks go off in the distance. "I take it we're here for a reason." Theseus said as we watch the fireworks. "Yes, we have a tea ceremony to attend...and if we don't hurry up, we'll be late." I said and we start to walk.

The next thing I knew, we were walking in the middle of a crowd, one side chanting for Santos and the other was chanting for Liu, guards were on either side to make sure the people don't fight. I felt a bit uncomfortable, so I reach down and grab Newt's hand and he holds mine tightly.

"Evening...Helmut." Theseus greets as he walks up to man with dark hair and in a suit. "Theseus." Helmut said as Theseus, Newt and I walk past the guards. They started to speak in German with each other and we turn to see they were blocking Jacob, Jason and Hicks from entering. "Hey, hey. They're with me." Theseus said to them and the guards steps aside, letting them in.

"I take it we're not here for the finger sandwiches." Theseus whispers as we entered the large ballroom where there were hundreds of important Wizarding people inside as they drink and eat the said sandwiches. "No, I have a message to deliver." Newt replied. "A message? To who?" Theseus asked and at that moment Vogel had entered the room and started to shake hands with some people. "You are joking." Theseus said, disbelieving. "No." Newt said and we walk towards Vogel.

*3rd Person POV*

"What am I even doing here? Let's go outside." Jacob said as Newt, Theseus and (y/n) walk away. "I'm not very good in these situations." Jacob said to Hicks and Jason. "These situations?" Hicks asked him. "With all the people, the fancy people." Jacob said as Hicks gives him a confused look. 

"Don't blame you, Mr Kowalski. I don't feel comfortable here either." Jason remarked. "Surely, you're joking. I mean, I have heard that your mother had thrown parties like these all the time." Hicks said and Jason scoffed at this. "Yes, my mother, who always wanted the finer things in life, including fancy parties...doesn't mean that I liked them. I don't think I ever will, now knowing what she is...seeing this is just bringing up bad memories." Jason said as he gives a hard stare at the people around them.

"I'm sorry, kid." Jacob said as he places on Jason's shoulder. Jason gives him a small nod when an elderly woman walks in. "Hello. I saw you enter the room...and I thought to myself...Edith, that's an interesting-looking man." the woman said and Jacob gives her a nervous smile. "Jacob Kowalski. How are you?" he said. "Very nice to meet you. And where is it you hail from, Mr. Kowalski?" Edith asked. "Queens." Jacob replied and Edith seemed a bit impressed by this.

*(y/n)'s POV*

"Sorry, Herr Vogel. Sorry, I wonder if I could have a word?" Newt said as we come up to Vogel, who turns to us. "Oh! Merlin's beard, it's Mr. Scamander, isn't it?" He asked and Newt nods, slightly. "Herr Vogel..." Newt said and one of Vogel's guards was about to come up to Newt but Vogel stops him then turns to Newt.

"I have a message from a friend, and it cannot wait." He said and Vogel nods and Newt leans in closer to him. "Do what is right...not what is easy. He said it was important that I reach you tonight...that you hear them tonight, the words." Newt tells him and Vogel looked a bit surprised but also a bit annoyed as if to say of course!

"It's time, sir." A woman said then Vogel looks at her then back to Newt. "Is he here? In Berlin?" he asked Newt but Newt doesn't respond. "No, of course not. Why leave Hogwarts when the world outside is burning?" Vogel said and he smiles. "I thank you, Mr. Scamander." he said and he turns and walks away. "Not to make anyone worry but...I've got a bad feeling about this." I remarked, quietly, as we watch Vogel and his people walk off and the woman stares at us for a moment too long before she turns and leaves.

Later, the woman, who was eyeing us earlier, taps at her cup to get everyone's attention. Everyone gathers around and applauds when Vogel comes up. "Thank you. Thank you. I see many familiar faces here tonight. Colleagues, friends...foes." he said and the crowd chuckles at this. "Within the next forty-eight hours...you, along with the rest of the Wizarding World...will choose our next great leader. A choice that will shape our lives for generations to come. I have little doubt that, no matter who should triumph...the Confederation will be in able hands. Liu Tao." Vogel said and there was some applause for Liu, who bows a bit.

"Vicencia Santos." Vogel said and Santos nods as there were applause for her as well.

"It's in moments such as these we are reminded...that it is this peaceful transfer of power which marks our humanity...and demonstrates to the world that, despite our differences...all voices deserve to be heard...even voices which many may find disagreeable." Vogel said and he looks over at us, obviously directing that last sentence towards us.

"Newt. (y/n)." Theseus whispers and Newt and I turn to him. "Any of those lot look familiar to you?" he asked as he jerks his head backwards a bit and we turn and see a couple of familiar faces. "Paris. The night that Leta..." Newt whispers and Theseus nods. "They were with Grindelwald." he whispers then I noticed a familiar face in the crowd. 

"Isabella's here." I whispered as she starts to walk among the crowd. I look around for Jason and see that he was with Jacob and Hicks but I could tell he had seen her too as his face was harden and his eyes were following her.

The boys and I split up as we follow Isabella and the other followers of Grindelwald when Vogel's words brought me back to reality. "And so, after an extensive investigation...the Confederation has concluded that insufficient evidence exists...to prosecute Gellert Grindelwald...for the crimes against the Muggle community of which he was accused." he said and I stopped and turned at this as the crowd gasped.

I look over and see Isabella staring at me with a gloating smile that I always hated when she tried to make me feel so insignificant. "He is hereby absolved of all his alleged crimes." Vogel said and the crowd started clamoring in disagreement.

*3rd Person POV*

"Are you kidding me? They're letting the guy off?" Jacob asked, confused, and Hicks and Jacob run off towards the crowd. "I was there, he was killing people." Jacob shouts.

"Well, well, well...if it isn't my little niece. How's that zookeeper of yours doing?" Isabella asked. "He's fine." (Y/n) said, keeping her voice calm even though every fiber in her being wanted to attack her. "So what brings you here? Trying to stop Grindelwald?" Isabella asked (y/n), mockingly, before she laughs. "Though, it seems you have failed..." she laughs. "We will stop him." (Y/n) said and Isabella laughs again. "Oh my, I never knew you had a sense of humor..." she said when Jason comes up next to (y/n).

"Jason?" Isabella said, surprised. "What are you doing here?" She asked. "Helping them." Jason said and Isabella stares at him then glares at (y/n). "You turned my boy against me?" She asked (y/n), angrily. "No, you did that all on your own." Jason said and he grabs his wand and aims it at his mother. "Jason, no!" (Y/n) said as she places her hand on his arm and lowers it.

Meanwhile, Theseus goes towards the followers of Grindelwald and aims his wand at them. "You're under arrest. All of you. Wands down!" he orders but them Helmut comes behind him and knocks him out with a spell. Then he orders the followers, in German, to grab Theseus and take him away.

"Theseus. Theseus!" Newt shouts and this grabs (y/n)'s attention as she sees them dragging Theseus away. "Well, this reunion was nice but it seems I have to go." Isabella said and she walks off. 

"Newt, Newt. Not here." Hicks said to Newt, who was about to go after them to get Theseus. "Newt, we don't stand a chance. Let's go. Newt...they have the German Ministry. We've got to go." Hicks said as she drags Newt away and (y/n) and Jason met up with them as the crowd starts to leave and argue. 

"It ain't right. That's not justice. Extended investigation. I was there. Were you there? Were you there? I was there. You just let a killer off!" Jacob shouts, angrily, and (y/n) comes up to him and grabs his arm. "Jacob. We have to go." She said but he doesn't move. "Jacob, let's go." (Y/n) said and she leads him away as they leave the building.

Outside the courtyard, Grindelwald's followers then shoot out spells in the sky that turned into Grindelwald's emblem and the crowd cheers at this.

Back in Nurmengard, Grindelwald stands in on a platform, from a staircase, and looks out the window as he watches Credence standing outside with his Phoenix. Then in the reflection of the window, he sees Dumbledore and then Kama.

"There are thousands in the streets chanting your name. You're a free man." Isabella said as she walks up to him. Grindelwald nods, slightly, at this before he turns to her. "Tell the others to prepare to leave." He said. "Tonight?" She asked him. "Tomorrow. We'll have a visitor in the morning." Grindelwald replied and she walks up next to him and looks out to see the Phoenix flying over Credence, who keeps reaching out to it.

"Why does it stay with him?" Isabella asked him, curiously. "It must sense what he's about to do." Grindelwald replied. "And you're sure...that he can kill Dumbledore?" She asked him. "His pain is his power." Grindelwald replied and she nods at this.

[elis-corner]

hi! can i request gtws x reader headcanons where reader is asking him about his scar(s)? ty <3

Hiya Anon :))) I am so glad someone requested this, because I seriously was going to write one anyway if no one did. Scar is a serious weak point of mine, alongside Xisuma! Actually, on the topic of Xisuma, I for some reason imagine him with more overall scars than Scar because of Evil X (but that’s a story for another day).

This also kind of ties in with my own storylines I’ve written in the past, so maybe those might appear on here sometime…

Once again, I know it’s short, and I apologise, but life is giving me no time to sit back and write long things ;-; I also don’t have too much experience with writing headcanons, but as time goes on they will improve! And I have “plans” that’ll perhaps mean you get something much better in a few posts time :)

Rant over! Anyway, I hope you like it!

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You knew Scar your whole time on the server, having joined the season after him. All the hermits were kind, sure, but he was different. More happy to talk with you. More welcoming.

So, naturally, you stuck by him that season And the next. And the next. And the next.

You told yourself it was because he was your friend, but to the others it was pretty clear you thought he was cute.

There was one thing that always had your head spinning about the man, however, and it was not his devilishly good looks. It was his scars.

You see, it’s not normal for someone to have such long-term scars. They usually go away once you respawn, or if not, when you use a strong enough healing potion.

They only ever stay if they were from a severe wound or an otherworldly being, so you were naturally curious as to why, no matter if he’s respawned or been healed or even if he’s somewhere that isn’t Hermitcraft he still carries those same scars.

And you being curious, of course, led to you finally asking him about it. After planning for hours how to approach him about it, that is.

Would he be angry? Would it seem like you were being rude? Would he lie to you? You hoped not.

In the end you couldn’t come up with something you were happy with, so you just decided to wing it (quite literally).

He was waiting for you at the Swaggon to talk about the business, when his hat got swept off his head by you hastily descending from the sky before saying a quick hello and then bombarding him with questions about his scars. Your entrance was one-hundred percent probably the reason he fell off the side of his base only to reappear a few second later as you guiltily passed him his things.

How he responded?

He was... surprised, to say the least.

No one had really asked him about the scars before, aside from a few passing statements.

And, besides, it’s kind of a sensitive topic. But how could he refuse you, of all people?

He starts with a bit of joking around to try and change the direction of the conversation, but when you don’t give in he just says “I’ve faced many fierce and dangerous things in my life before.”

He gives in eventually, and you can’t say you weren’t amused when he said, “Look, I have a lazy and easily irritable cat who seems to be on whichever server I go to. You do not want to mess with her. Hey, stop laughing! No, I’m serious. (Y/n)!”

Let’s just say, you couldn’t.

You felt bad, though, seeing how embarrassed he looked. (But you have to admit it’s pretty endearing).

You’re quick to apologise, only the slightest hint of teasing audible. But it quickly goes away when you see Scar looking kind of down.

“The ones on my face look even more stupid when you know how I got them,” he said under his breath, playful tone abolished.

“I don’t think so, Scar.” He looks questioningly at you from under the brim of his hat. “It doesn’t change a thing. You’re just as cute either way.”

Of course, after that last statement, Scar decided to make it his turn to interrogate you.

And be glad he did!

[moririki]

⤷ A BLOODSTAINED CONFESSION

RENGOKU KYOJURO X READER -> 3.6K
you patch up your fellow hashira after the hardest fight of your lives

REQUEST -> ✰
CONTAINS -> MUGEN TRAIN SPOILERS like before the cut and everything, mentions of blood + gore, so kinda angsty but definitely a fluffy ass ending, reader is a hashira but it's left ambiguous as to what element you are👍, i watched the movie two months ago so my recollection of dialogue and plot may be *slightly* off, near-death experience, idk how to write combat so i just... didn’t, reader lowkey thirsts over rengoku's back muscles and shit because why tf not, idk how injuries work aaaa
MORI'S THOUGHTS -> rengoku my beloved,,, he deserves the world,, i think i should have made this less angsty im SORRY (i rlly heard "extra fluffy" and it just went 👩🏻➡️ straight through my head huh) also i bet you guys missed me and my late-ass posting <3 but here i am!! for now!! yeahhhh!! i feel like the writing in this got a little repetitive so i apologise for that

APPARENTLY, THE DESTRUCTION OF AN ENTIRE TRAIN wasn't enough to end this mission. even with one lower six demon defeated, another much stronger one had replaced it. the arrival of akaza was a significant turning point in the battle, and one that you cursed yourself for missing.

you should have known that this mission would he more dangerous than expected when both you and rengoku had been deployed to the train, alongside three rookies. you should have known better than to let rengoku convince you to stay back and help evacuate rather than let him handle it alone.

he had been so full of confidence- squeezing your hand firmly before rushing off, leaving you feeling slightly lightheaded from the brief contact of his warm palm. you should have wished him luck, told him to be careful, anything, but he was gone before you had the chance.

you made quick work of evacuating the passengers of the derailed train, making sure that they were all confirmed to be outside of the carriages before entrusting their safety to zenitsu and nezuko. it was around when you had carried out the last passenger that you felt the ground rumble beneath your feet, coming from the other side of the embankment that you were currently placed at. 

before you gave yourself time to really think things through, you were shouting instructions to the pair of demon slayers and dashing off towards the source of the noise, hand readily placed on your sword. that was the direction that rengoku ran is all that went through your mind.

the scene that you found yourself facing did little to quell your fears. you reached two bodies first, recognising them as the hapless figures of inosuke and tanjiro. from a glance you could see the extent of their injuries, with the latter laying on the ground barely conscious. the boar-headed one could only stare at the fight happening several metres away, his shoulders slumped in defeat and swords hanging by his sides.

“there’s no opening,” he only whispered, barely audible. that much was true. even you had difficulty keeping up with the movements of rengoku and the demon that he was fighting. the fact that it had already been several minutes and that there was no clear advantage concerned you, and you unsheathed your sword.

“you two stay put, and learn what it means to be a hashira, alright?” you tried offering a brilliant smile, much like you had seen the flame hashira do so many times, but you hoped that yours didn't fall flat. from the slight relief shown on tanjiro’s worn face, though, you took that as a good sign.

without wasting another second, you rushed towards rengoku and the demon, assessing their movements. inosuke wasn’t joking when he said there wasn’t any opening, their movements equally matched. you took the chance and struck when rengoku managed to get the demon to stumble back. bringing your sword down in a vertical strike, you severed one of its arms, before taking a cursory glance back at rengoku to make sure that he was alright.

your wound did little to hinder the demon, as it simply chuckled before regrowing its limb.

“oh? another hashira? don’t tell me you think that this is a fair match,” the demon sneered as you held your sword in front of you, still nervously eyeing the blood that was beginning to drip at rengoku’s feet. it amazed you as to how he was still standing, let alone also ready to keep fighting, but you weren’t going to stop him with that amount of determination in his eyes.

“i wouldn’t say that you appearing after we had to fight an entire train was fair either, but here we are,” you glared at the demon, adjusting the grip on your sword.

“think you can hold on a little longer?” you asked rengoku, still facing the demon.

“always.” you could picture the steadfast smile on his face, lending you his strength whenever you needed it. you took a deep breath, starting your total concentration breathing and launching off of your foot, propelling yourself forwards.

you heard rengoku's footsteps right behind you, dependable as ever. when you swung your sword and sliced through, you knew that the flame hashira was there to follow through with a co-ordinated attack.

despite your best efforts, the upper six demon lived up to its status and provided to be more than a challenge for even both you and rengoku fighting him simultaneously. in fact, akaza had even managed to gain the upper hand a few times, leaving you with a cracked rib that was making it more difficult to focus and control your breathing.

but you and rengoku's big break arrived in the form of a rising sun that leeched itself into your surroundings. the glow was nothing but welcomed by you, though your demon opponent let fear flicker across its face for the first time this night as it turned foot and fled. the invisible adrenaline-fuelled strings that held you up snapped, and you felt the strength from your body sap, too spent to gove chase to akaza.

the bitter taste of defeat crushed you, numbing your senses as you barely heard the cries of tanjiro as he yelled at the retreating figure of akaza. you turned to your fellow yashira, eyes widening and senses returning as you took in the way he had slumped to the floor, head bowed as he kneeled.

"no, don't you dare," you mumbled, dropping to your knees too in front of him. panic gave your limbs a new purpose as your hands stretched out in front of you, seeking out the warmth rengoku still emitted even when mortally wounded.

the most pressing matter was the dark stain of blood that gave his uniform an unnatural sheen that was still spreading. you pressed a hand to the source of it, a large gash across his stomach that was much too deep for your liking. your other hand came to rest on his face, tilting his head up to look at you for any sort of good sign to cling onto.

"you better stay alive!" your voice was shrill, harsher than you wanted it to be, but those were factors you could hardly control more than the blood oozing from rengoku's stomach. you could see how unfocused his eyes were, and how heavy his head was when only being propped up by the waning strength in your hand. your own injuries had been forgotten, cast aside in favour for you to fear for the flame hashira's life.

and still, despite everything, the man still smiled. the blood covering half his face did little to mar its radiance. rengoku raised a shaking, bloody hand of his own, letting it fall heavy against your own as you felt your hold begin to slip.

"you're hurt too, you know." his words were more of a shaky exhale, though you heard it all the same. you felt a smile slip onto yours too as rengoku proved to still be so vigilant in the wellbeing of others.

"you don't need to remind me, shut up and save your energy," you whispered back. you didn't trust yourself to speak any louder in fear of your voice cracking.

"but.. i have to tell you something." the insistence in his eyes was back, burning into you so mich that you couldn't help but lean closer, trying to ease his burden of being audible.

"quit talking like you're dying." you were practically whispering into his ear, close enough to feel the rasp of his breath as he laughed, holding your hand tighter. his other hand came up to your own face, rough thumb brushing against the skin underneath your eye, wiping away a tear you never realised had tracked its way there.

"let me bandage you up." your voice may not have shook, but your hands definitely did as you disentangled them from rengoku's hold, urging him to put pressure on his wound while your fingers found purchase on the hem of your uniform and ripped off a strip of it. it was barely enough to cover his injury but you managed to wrap the severed cloth around his middle a few times, tying it tight and hoping that it was enough to stop the bleeding.

"just.. stay with me until backup comes, alright? you've got tell me something once we get out of here, remember?" rengoku nodded into your palm, smiling at your words as his eyelids fluttered shut. but you were close enough to still feel that he was warm, to feel the slight rise and fall of his chest as he managed to still breathe, and that gave you some comfort.

minutes felt like hours when you had to talk to fill the gap. whether it was to give rengoku something that tethered him to this mortal realm, or a way for you to distract yourself from your own pain, you onew that you would both have to tough it out a little longer, just until the others arrived.

"you know, i've always admired you." you were surprised at both his words and how clear rengoku's voice sounded. your grip on his hand tightened a little, and you leaned towards him so that your forehead pressed against his.

"this is hardly the time to say something like that, kyojuro." you tried not to laugh, the pain of your ribs starting to edge back in as the adrenaline left your body as the sun soaked your bodies.

"i just wanted you to know." you would have responded to the man if it weren't for the shouts that became all too clear. help was here, and everything was going to be okay now.

you didn't want to let rengoku out of your sight, but many insistent hands prised his body from your grip, and with barely the strength to speak there was little that you could do about it except succumb to the pain of your wounds and finally fall unconscious.

recovery was never an aspect of fighting that you looked forward to. when you finally came to, there were a few gripping moments of panic when you asked a nurse if rengoku was here, if he was alive. you had been assured that he was before the pain and medication kicked in again for a fitful sleep as your body healed.

but no matter how you were pressed back into bed, into the constraints of sleep, you never really felt like you were at rest. your mind was still racing to places your body couldn't as it pieced together the events just before you got hospitalised.

when you could finally get up without keeling over, you were stumboing your way through the hallways as stealthily as possible, leaning on walls for support and peering into rooms as you walked past, in search of your fellow hashira. your cards of luck had lined up when you stumbled upon his sleeping figure less than three rooms down from yours.

he looked a lot cleaner, still donning a serene smile even when unconscious and you felt the panic gripping your body loosen its hold. the throb of your most likely broken ribs was enough of an edge to keep you awake, and you made your way over to rengoku's bedside.

there was a convenient chair placed next to him, and you tried not to grunt in pain as you sat down in it. rengoku didn't even stir at your approach, and you resigned yourself to sitting there, studying his figure and resisting the urge to check whether he was actually breathing or not. if you focused enough, you saw the subtlest rise and fall of his chest, just enough to qualm your fears.

your concentration was broken as you heard the sliding door open again, and the hesitant voice of a nurse breaking your intense silence.

"ah, i'm sorry to interrupt but i need to change rengoku's bandages." to prove her point, the nurse raised her arm to emphasise the strips of fabric held by them. you stood up hastily, sending a cursory glance back at the still-sleeping form of rengoku.

like all matters regarding the flame hashira, you found your mouth and body working a little faster than your brain.

"it's alright, i can change them for you. i'm sure that you have plenty of other patients to tend to." the nurse nodded, though she still looked hesitant to hand you the bandages. you gave her a reassuring smile, stretching out your hand to take them. "i've had plenty of experience with this, don't worry."

the nurse appeared relieved, giving you a quick thanks before exiting and letting the door click shut behind her.

you turned your attention back to rengoku's sleeping figure only to watch him crack a single amber eye open and give you an almost sheepish smile. you couldn't help the flooding sensation of relief that drenched your bones, and you returned his gesture.

"i'm glad to see that you're alright." rengoku's eyes never left yours, and you felt yourself grow hot underneath his gaze.

"glad to see you too." you offered a hand, helping rengoku shuffle further up the bed with minimal effort on your side. despite the bandages covering a large expanse of his upper body, his grip on your hand was still stable and you bit back the fond smile threatening to bloom on your face.

luckily for you, rengoku seemed to get the message that he needed to get shirtless without you asking him, which saved you a whole lot of embarrassment. you weren't confident in your ability to look him in the eye and ask him to strip without blushing, though you did exactly that as your eyes raked over his bare skin.

littered with scars and covering taut muscle, it was hard not to let your eyes wander down his form. from the look on rengoku's face, he looked well aware of the effect that he had on you and fixing you with a practically imperceptible smirk. you were quick to ask him to turn around, and he obliged as quickly as someone with broken and bruised bones could manage.

his back was the same story, with broad shoulders and defined shoulderblades that had muscle twitching without you touching it. you sucked in a breath, way too audible for your liking, and tried not to let your hand stretch out to run your fingers down the expanse of his back. you were here to help treat him, not indulge in some fantasy of yours.

your mindset snapped back to professionalism as you grabbed hold of the fresh bandages, opting to put them on after you removed the old ones. while there was no sign of infection, you still grimaced at the bloody sight of rengoku's major wound. you tried not to show how much it had upset you, both now and in the moment, and your attention turned to your slightly trembling fingers.

you were careful to avoid where his skin was obviously discoloured from bruising, not wanting to cause him any unnecessary pain. he was warm to the touch, enough to invite you in with some false sense of confort before burning you alive. the way his back muscles jumped at your touch did little to help your concentration, but you shouldered on.

your mingld escaped you, insisting on recounting those painful minutes where rengoku was vpeeding out on the battlefield. there was a particular focus on his insistence to tell you something, and you bit your lip. surely, he would ask you at some point from now.

"how are your ribs?" rengoku's voice cut through the silence, its rasping edge acting as evidence of hiw soundly he had been sleeping earlier. while it wasn't the question you wanted him to ask you, you were never one to turn down conversation. especially from him.

"worry about yourself, kyojuro. i'm fine." your appliance of the fresh bandage meant that you would now have to be stood in front of him, a development that had your face flaming from the close proximity. silence set in, and all that distracted you from the rise and fall of his stomach was his breath tickling the sensitive skin of your neck. your eyes flickered towards the ceiling, relying on your hands to guide yourself instead.

you dared to glance down and saw rengoku’s eyes fixed on your face already. there was something about his softened features and the look in his eyes that had you scrambling to stare at the blank ceiling again. as much as you would like to retreat at every first sign if danger or confrontation, you knew that you woukd have to talk to him soon, whether it was you or him who brought up the conversation topic from that day.

taking a deep breath, you perched yourself on the edge of rengoku's bed, still maintaining a professional amount of distance from him. still close enough to spot how his smile brightens when you choose to stay. you glanced down at your fingers, twisting knots into themselves as they were placed in your lap. you almost cursed and placed them underneath you to stop that, but instead you fixed your gaze on the flame hashira's ever-present smile.

"do you remember when you said you had to tell me something? right after akaza?" rengoku straightened up a little, nodding. you gave a cursory glance to the bandages safely wrapped around him, and winced as you remembered how much blood had left him that day. 

as if he could tell what you were thinking, rengoku reached forward and took your hand in his. you sucked in a breath at the sensation of his calloused hands, wincing as your ribs ached in protest. you couldn’t bring yourself to break his stare as your fingers intertwined, and rengoku brought you slightly closer to him. the tension was palpable, and you squeezed his hand in an attempt to alleviate some of it.

“what did you want to tell me, kyojuro?” you were still closing the distance between the two of you, voice barely above a whisper because there was no need to talk any louder for him to hear you. everything about him drew you closer, and the thought of pulling away never crossed your mind. you finally stopped, inches away, staring at him expectantly.

“well, there was a chance that i was going to die that day, so i was going to be selfish and tell you that i love you."

it amazed you how he could say that with such confidence when that statement had effectively swept you off of your feet. you were well aware that you looked more than caught off guard- your eyes had widened, and your mouth probably hung open from shock. that was nothing to stop rengoku’s words, though. if anything, it only encouraged him to keep going.

"and when i said that i admire you, i meant it. i admire your strength and how willing you are to help others. i admire you when it's sunset and you're laughing and i admire the way your hands feel, especially here." he guided your hand to his face, letting it cradle his cheek as he rested his own hand at your wrist, not willing to let go. you were sinking into the warmth of his body, letting his borrowed strength keep you upright.

“and most of all, i admire you because i find your beauty striking in everything that you do.” you were silent as rengoku’s eyes searched your own, watching as his lips split as he laughed. “you’re crying again.” you raised your other hand to your cheekbone, feeling the liquid there that began its trek down the planes of your face. you wiped them away with the back of your hand, keeping yourself anchored to rengoku as you curled your fingers around his own.

you felt so light that you could float away, and you couldn’t  help but laugh and grin as you fully processed the confession of the man lying underneath you. tears still rolled down your cheeks, and you couldn’t help the bittersweet pang as you remembered exactly why he was here recovering.

“you really scared me back there, you know?”

“it wasn’t my intention.” you laughed through your sniffle, feeling his warm hand trace patterns on the back of yours. you shuffled forwards and, as best as your shared injuries allowed it, you gave rengoku a hug. while your arms were around his neck, his rested squarely on your lower back, and it was better than anything else you could imagine.

you pulled away, relinquishing the comfort of his arms in favour of looking him in the eye as you prepared what to say next. admittedly, it was a lot easier when you knew how the other person felt about you.

“you know i admire you too, rengoku, and i love you. so much.” joy rewrote itself within his eyes, and they almost glowed with how intense his emotions were after you uttered those words.

“you do?”

your yes came out as a barely audible breath before you were being snagged forwards by him again. you practically crashed against his lips, but you welcomed the sensation, pulling yourself closer to him and settling on his lap.

you sighed into the searing kiss, only truly appreciating his warmth now as you felt it spread through you. you kissed him back intensely, ignoring the dull ache of your ribs to chase the addictive feeling that you only got around him.

around the person who loved you back.

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