#like how you can have a conversation where you think youre both on the same wavelength just to realize theyre making the OPPPI

[reiding-writing]

i love ur writing sooo much, kicking my feet giggling as i reread your entire cold!reader masterlist

i think it'd be interesting to see some sexual tension between them 👁️👁️

THE CONVERSATION. — SPENCER REID!

after the hotel incident, you and spencer avoid the inevitable conversation until you can't anymore.

spencer reid x cold!reader | 2.4k | ?? | cold!reader masterlist.

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a/n — not really sexual tension, but definitely tension

The flight back to Quantico is suffocating.

Spencer sits across the aisle, book in hand, but you know he’s not really reading. His eyes flick over the words too slowly, the way they do when he’s using them as a shield rather than taking them in.

You don’t blame him. You’re doing the same thing—staring at the report in your lap, eyes skimming over the same paragraph for the fourth time, pretending you don’t notice the weight of his silence.

He’s quieter than usual. That alone is enough to unnerve you.

You should say something. A joke, maybe. Something dry and dismissive to shove things back into place, back into before. But your body betrays you, tense and unwilling to bridge the gap.

So you sit in it. The not-quite silence, the too-loud hum of the jet’s engines, the unspoken weight pressing into the space between you.

But things have changed.

It’s in the way he looks at you—just a second too long, like he’s cataloging every flicker of your expression, waiting for a signal he’s not sure will come.

It’s in the way you look at him, catching yourself watching the way his hands move when he flips through case files, when he tugs at his tie absentmindedly.

You hate it. The awareness, the sharp pull in your chest when he leans forward to adjust his bag and his knee barely brushes yours. The warmth that lingers too long. The way your own body responds before your mind can shut it down.

He doesn’t push. Of course he doesn’t.

Spencer is patient, careful in the way only he can be. He’s waiting—for you to say something, anything, to acknowledge what happened in that hotel room. But you don’t. You can’t. Because if you start, you don’t know where it ends.

And then there’s the team.

Emily teases, because of course she does. Some offhand remark about how you and Reid have been acting weird ever since the case wrapped up. JJ gives you quiet, knowing glances that make your stomach twist.

And Morgan—well. Morgan just smirks and says, “If I didn’t know any better, I’d say there’s something you two aren’t telling me,”

You brush it off. Pretend you don’t see the way Spencer stiffens beside you, or the way your face feels unnaturally warm.

It’s fine.

Everything is fine.

Except it isn’t, and you both know it.

There’s an awareness between you now. A charged undercurrent in every glance, every movement, every second you spend in the same room.

It starts small. The way you feel his presence before you even see him. The way his gaze lingers when he thinks you won’t notice. The way your body tenses when he gets too close—not in fear, but in anticipation, in something unspoken and unbearable.

So you do what you do best: you bury it.

Your tone stays sharp, clipped, practiced in its indifference. You keep the distance, keep the edge, because that’s easier than acknowledging the way his fingers linger when he passes you a case file. The way they brush against yours, fleeting but deliberate, like he’s testing the boundaries of whatever this thing is.

You pretend it doesn’t affect you.

But it does. It does.

He doesn’t push. Spencer never pushes. But you know he’s waiting.

Waiting for the moment you slip up. Waiting for you to let the mask crack, even just a little. Waiting for you to admit what he already knows—that you feel it, too.

And the worst part?

You almost want to.

The tension is worse when it’s just the two of you.

It sneaks in during the in-between moments—when the rest of the team is occupied, when there’s no buffer, no reason to pretend the air between you isn’t thick with something unspoken.

In the conference room, you hand him a report, your fingers brushing his for the briefest second. He inhales sharply, a quiet thing, barely audible over the rustle of paper, but you hear it. Like it’s the first breath he’s taken all day.

You ignore the way your own breath catches.

In the break room, you’re pouring sugar into your takeout coffee when he walks in. You don’t look at him, don’t acknowledge the way his presence shifts the entire atmosphere of the room. But you feel him. Standing just close enough to press at the edges of your space, just far enough to keep it appropriate.

When he speaks, his voice is softer. Careful. “You should try decaf in the afternoons. Too much caffeine can increase cortisol levels, and you already don’t sleep enough,”

You roll your eyes, sip your coffee anyway. “Noted.”

It’s clipped, controlled. Everything about you is controlled.

But the silences are getting longer.

The pauses between words stretch too thin, stretched tight like a wire pulled to its limit. Every unspoken thought, every question neither of you dares to voice, hangs between you.

One day, something’s going to snap.

—

A week passes, and the tension becomes unbearable.

It’s everywhere. In the hallway, when you walk past each other just a little too close. In the team meetings, when your eyes meet across the table and neither of you look away. In the casual brushes of hands—when your fingers touch for a fraction of a second, a spark you both feel but don’t acknowledge. Every accidental touch lingers too long, and every word is too charged with meaning, too heavy with what’s unspoken.

You hate it. You hate how easily you fall into this strange, uncharted territory with him, how you can't seem to escape the gravity of what happened. And yet, every time you think you’ll address it, every time the words almost slip out, something pulls you back into the silence.

It’s late, way past normal office hours. The rest of the team has long gone home, but you’re still here, hunched over case files with Spencer.

There’s a strange, muted quiet to the space between you, and for once, it’s not just the weight of all the cases you’ve been working on. It’s the weight of this—the silence that surrounds you both, thick enough to choke.

Spencer doesn’t say anything for a long while. You’re both too immersed in the reports, in pretending to focus on the paperwork instead of whatever's hanging between you. But then he puts the file down, leans back in his chair, and the words come, simple and deliberate.

“Are we ever going to talk about it?”

It’s quiet. Too quiet. And the air in the room shifts. You freeze for a moment, caught off guard. Your mind instantly races to shut it all down, to run from the conversation you’ve been avoiding for days.

You open your mouth, prepared to deflect, to push it all back into the vault of things you don’t talk about. But then you meet his gaze.

His eyes are earnest, softer than you’ve ever seen them. There’s hope in them, and maybe something else—something fragile, something vulnerable. He’s not pushing you, not demanding anything. Just waiting.

And suddenly, you realise that you don’t want to run anymore.

You feel it in your chest, that sharp pang of wanting to bridge the gap between you, to close the distance that’s grown between you both over the past week. Maybe you don’t have the right words. Maybe you never will. But for once, you’re not afraid to try.

You swallow hard and finally speak, your voice quieter than usual, rough with the weight of everything unspoken.

“Yeah,” you murmur. “Let’s talk.”

The silence that follows isn’t empty. It’s thick with everything you’ve been holding back. And then—something shifts. The air between you crackles. You both lean in slightly, but neither of you makes a move. Not yet.

And then, without another word, Spencer stands, stepping toward you with that same quiet intensity. It’s a move you didn’t expect, and for a moment, you freeze. But then he’s closer, his breath warm against your skin, and you realize that he’s waiting for you.

Your heart races, but you don’t pull away. Instead, you let him close the distance, and this time, there’s no hesitation.

The kiss is slow. Tentative at first, like both of you are afraid to shatter the fragile moment. But it deepens quickly, and it’s everything—everything you’ve been feeling without knowing how to express it. His lips are gentle but insistent, a soft pressure against yours that makes your pulse spike.

You kiss him like it’s the only thing that matters, because in this moment, it is.

The kiss lingers in the air, charged and unresolved, as you both pull back just enough to catch your breath. You’re still close, too close, your faces a breath away from each other, and the space between you hums with something different. Something new.

You break the silence first, your voice tinged with that familiar edge of sarcasm that you use to shield yourself. “That’s not exactly us talking.”

Spencer freezes for a moment, his expression shifting from confusion to a slight grimace. He knows you’re not exactly serious about it, that the tone you’ve carried throughout the whole exchange has been more about self-preservation than actual disappointment.

But the weight of it still settles on his shoulders, and he winces at the mild reprimand, even though he understands it’s more a defence mechanism than anything else.

“I’m sorry,” Spencer mutters quickly, the apology falling out of him without hesitation. His eyes are a little wider than usual, like he’s bracing for something more, but he also knows it’s not really warranted. You’re not angry with him. You never were.

But the words are enough to make you exhale sharply, and you roll your eyes as you shift back slightly, breaking the proximity just enough for your mind to catch up with everything that’s just happened.

You study him for a moment, watching how his hands twitch slightly at his sides like he’s trying to keep himself together. His eyes are wide, darting between yours, looking for some kind of confirmation.

“I like kissing you… sorry—” he blurts, his voice cracking slightly as the words tumble out in a rush, and then he keeps talking, his words pouring out like he’s finally letting go of the tight grip he’s been holding on everything.

“I’ve wanted to for so long, but I was scared that you wouldn’t be into it. I mean, I’ve seen how you act with me, and I get it, I do, I just—” He stumbles over his own thoughts. “I didn’t want to ruin things between us. You’re—well, you’re you, and I’m me, and I didn’t know if you’d even want that, you know?”

You blink at him, trying to process the flood of words, and for a moment, it’s overwhelming. He’s still standing too close, so you take a step back, crossing your arms defensively as you try to steady yourself.

“Spencer,” you start, your voice gentle but firm, “you need to breathe.”

His eyes flicker at your words, and you see the immediate tension in his face relax a fraction, but only a fraction.

“Listen,” you continue, your voice steady now as you push past the weight of the awkwardness. “I’m not exactly a romantic person, okay?” You can feel the vulnerability creeping in, but you don’t let it overwhelm you.

“I don’t—” You sigh frustratedly. “I don’t know how to do this, or what I’m supposed to say, but… I don’t want you to think I’m rejecting you. I just— I need to know where we’re going with this. And I need to know what you want.”

Spencer opens his mouth to say something but falters, clearly still unsure of how to navigate this strange, new territory with you. You take a deep breath, feeling the space between you growing thicker with every second.

“I need you to be straightforward, Spencer,” you say, softer now. “Just— tell me what you want from this,”

For a moment, Spencer just stands there, eyes fixed on you, as though trying to read between the lines of what you’ve said. And then, finally, his shoulders relax as he nods.

“I don’t want to pressure you,” he says quietly, his voice earnest, “but I do want this. And I want you to know that, even if I’m nervous and all over the place, I’m not trying to make things difficult. I just want to— be with you. If that’s something you’re open to.”

You chew on his words for a moment, and the weight of them hits you all at once. He’s not asking for anything more than what you’re willing to give, and he’s not rushing you, either. The idea of having someone like Spencer—someone who isn’t expecting perfection from you, who’s patient enough to understand your walls—feels almost… safe.

You take a deep breath.

“I’m not good at this. But I don’t want to screw it up either.” You step forward a little, trying to meet him halfway. “I can’t promise all the right words or the grand romantic gestures, but if you’re okay with that…” You pause, meeting his gaze squarely. “I’m willing to try.”

Spencer exhales slowly, his eyes lighting up just slightly, the weight of relief crossing his face. He doesn’t move closer, but the air between you feels a little less tight, a little less heavy.

“That’s good enough for me,”

The words settle between you, and for the first time in what feels like forever, there’s no tension—just the quiet understanding of what comes next.

[clockwayswrites]

The Haunting of Danny Fenton, p5

masterpost please no crit or editing, I know there are mistakes. this migraine is on day 7 and killing me <3

Danny swiped his finger over one of the hanging crystals in the waiting room window of Marvelous Mina’s Spiritual Nexus: or, in other words, the old, tiny, craftsman building that was crammed between two mid rises that Wilhelmina Aleshire had inherited from her grandmother several years ago.

There wasn’t any sort of spiritual nexus in the place. Mina was actually completely inept at conversing with the dead (Danny excluded). What Mina was unusually skilled at lay in the realm of psychic readings, specifically those involving divination such as tarot and oracle cards. She was also quite good at reading living people.

(Danny might have been a little jealous of that.)

Danny had first stumbled upon Mina and her ‘nexus’ when they were both dealing with the same ghost: him from the spirit itself and her from the bereaved widower of the man. Working together had wrapped things up quite quickly. It had also actually been enjoyable.

Mina was weird, energetic, and curious. It was an overwhelming combination at times, but other times it was just perfect. It was especially welcome when Danny got into a slump of some sort, usually between jobs or partners or when he wanted to kill and then end an annoying new roommate.

Not that he would ever do that.

(But Brad came damn close.)

A crying woman came dashing out through the curtain that separated the foyer waiting room from the sitting room that Mina used for her readings. She wiped dramatically at her eyes as she got to the door, heaved a massive sigh, tossed her hair back, and headed back out into the world.

“Wow. What did you tell her?” Danny asked, not even turning to look at Mina yet, though he knew she would be standing at the open curtain on the edge between the two spaces where old, cracked black and white tiles met darkly stained hardwood painted with hena style flowers.

“Oh, you know, the usual thing people hate to hear; it won’t work out between her and her current boyfriend,” Mina said. She dropped into the seat next to Danny, and he finally turned to look at her. Her mass of dark blond hair was piled up on top of her head in a sort of gibson girl bun that looked effortlessly, messily stylish. Mina was good at that—being effortlessly stylish in a disheveled sort of way. She brushed back her bangs and continued. “He’s actually already being set to be engaged by his family to ‘someone proper’, which he’ll give into for the inheritance—which is all she was after anyways. She’ll get over it.”

“Something something fish in the sea,” Danny said. He reached out and plucked a petal from Mina’s hair. It was from a bright orange zinnia. Mina’s favorite.

Mina hummed. “And how is your fishing going, Mr. Fenton?”

“Currently in an absolute drought, no where to fish around here.”

“Danny, you live in San Francisco. A bi man such as yourself is not allowed to say there is no fish around.”

Danny scowled, “No fish that don’t want to eat me and spit me out.”

“I mean…”

“Not like that!” Danny explained, a quick blush rising on in his cheeks. “I meant like, viciously.”

“I mean…” Mina repeated with a lascivious smirk.

“I regret coming to you for help.”

“No,” Mina whined, drawing out the word. “What help? Do you have a new ghost problem? What sort of help do you need? Danny, let me help!”

Danny managed to glare at her, but only for a few moments before he relented with an over wrought sigh. “Fine, you can help. Can we go talk now or do you have another appointment?”

“Not until four,” she said. She took Danny’s hand and practically dragged him through the door to the right and into the private section of the once stately home. “Which tea do you want?”

“Dealer's choice. Whatever tea you think is best for a weird talk about a weird ghost,” Danny said. He had his favorites of Mina's diverse tea selection, sure, but she had a way of always choosing the best blend foe the day if he left the choice to her.

She narrowed her eyes as she studied Danny in a way that always made the back of his neck itch. He put up with it dutifully, but relaxed noticeably when she nodded and continued them on to the kitchen.

The room was painted a warm, coral orange. The color should have clashed with the the pale blue cabinets and pale butcher top counters, but instead it just worked. It was very Mina.

Danny sat at the table and idly scratched Hubris on the head.

Hubris was Mina’s ancient grey cat. He had one single golden eye left and used it to glare pitifully at whoever was near until the pet him. He also purred like a wood chipper.

“So give me the deets,” Mina demanded once she had set down the two cups of tea.

Danny sighed and took a sip of his tea. “They’re different. It’s not like they’re made of smoke or mist, it’s like they’re full of static. And they don’t look dead either. I actually—I finally got a got a good look at them this last episode.”

“I don’t like the way you say ‘episode’,” Mina said. Her eyes narrowed over the top of her tea cup.

“You shouldn't,” Danny said with a frown as pulled out the sketch and unfolded it. “They’re seizures, I think? Not like I’ve gone to a doctor about them. I don’t think ‘the ghost person touches me and the world goes technicolor kaleidoscope’ would go over well with a medical professional.”

Hubris opened his one eye with a snort as Mina’s cup clanged down onto her saucer.

“Seizures?! Danny! What the f! You can’t just mess around with seizures.”

“You can say fuck, Mina, we’re both adults,” Danny said dryly.

She leaned forward. “I will throw my tea at you, Danny, unless you explain.”

“But I can’t exactly. They’re not a regular ghost, and I’ve never had anything like this happen before. Mina, look. They look alive.” He turned the drawing around to face her and slid it her way. “I drew this after the episode yesterday. I saw them so clearly. Their eyes had a spark, their skin was healthy skin with a flush and everything, and I even think they breathed. I don’t… Mina, I’m worried that they’re not a ghost.”

Mina picked up the sketch carefully. Her brows were furrowed. “But if they’re not a ghost, why are they contacting you?”

Danny shook his head. “No, if they’re not a ghost, how are they contacting me. And why am I their only option?”

“Fuck.”

“Pretty much. But that’s why I’m here. I want to try things a different way. I want you to try and read for them, Mina.”

[v4mpire45]

The Things He Doesn't Know — K. Bakugo

This is a series, so part one is right here!

☞ Link: Part 1.

Bakugo x Jealous female reader

Synopsis: When you realize you're in love with your childhood best friend, but force you're feeling's down for the sake of your friendship.

You shove your food around your plate as Kimiko talks about Bakugo. All the girls from Class 2-A are gathered at the lunch table, a meeting orchestrated by Kimiko herself to continue plotting ways to get closer to him.

But instead of actual planning, it's just been Bakugo this, Bakugo that.

Seriously, how much could one girl be this obsessed with him? He’s not that great.

Sure, he’s strong, ambitious, intelligent, self-assured, has a cool quirk, and an insane work ethic, but he’s just a boy. The same Katsuki you've known since childhood. The one who used to steal your snacks, push you into puddles, and wipe his snot on your sleeve. He’s seriously not as cool as she’s making him out to be.

Kimiko’s face flushes as she gushes about him, and there it is again, that same twisted feeling in your gut. You furrow your brows subtly, huffing under your breath.

"Y/N?"

Ochaco’s voice snaps you out of your thoughts.

"Huh? Yeah?" You rub the back of your neck, trying to shake off the building irritation.

"Kimiko asked you a question."

You blink, glancing at Kimiko, who looks at you expectantly.

"Oh, uh… sorry. What was that?"

Kimiko leans forward eagerly. "Remember what I asked on Sunday? Did you manage to get any info on how to get closer to him?"

You swallow hard. "Oh, uh… not really."

Kimiko frowns. "None? You didn’t talk to him like I asked?"

"No, no! I did. He just didn’t say much. Y’know how he is…" You chuckle awkwardly. Truth is, you hadn't asked, and you didn't plan to.

"Well, did you at least figure out his type?" She leans in further, eyes wide with curiosity.

You freeze. "Uh, not really… he doesn’t talk about that stuff with me."

Kimiko tilts her head, looking mildly frustrated. "What do you mean? You two are like best friends!"

"Calm down, Kimiko. I’m sure Y/N has a reasonable explanation," Yaoyorozu says gently, pulling Kimiko back into her seat.

You clear your throat, scrambling for an excuse. "Right, um… well, me and Bakugo just don’t talk about crushes or relationships, y’know?"

"Right, ‘cause you’re both losers," Mina teases, earning a round of giggles.

You roll your eyes. "Something like that. You’d probably have better luck asking Kirishima." Anything to get out of this conversation.

Kimiko immediately shakes her head. "No way! Kirishima can’t keep a secret to save his life."

"True," all six girls say in unison.

You shrug. "Sorry?" You return to poking at your food, hoping they drop it.

The conversation shifts back to their matchmaking schemes, but before you can stop yourself, the words slip out of your mouth.

"Why do you like him? He’s just Bakugo."

Silence.

All eyes snap to you.

You internally panic. Crap.

"I—I mean, what do you find so great about him? Just curious, y’know… hehe…" You force out a nervous laugh, attempting to backtrack.

Kimiko lights up, her blush deepening. "Oh, don’t get me started!"

And just like that, she’s off again, gushing about how strong and passionate and amazing he is.

You suppress an eye twitch.

"Don’t you think you could do better?" The words slip out before you can stop them.

Mina nudges you playfully. "Jeez, Y/N, no need to lay it on so thick!"

You force a smile. "Sorry, sorry… I just feel like maybe… Sero is more your type?"

Kimiko pauses, blinking. "Sero?" She turns slightly, glancing over at Bakugo’s table, where Kirishima, Kaminari, and Sero are eating.

She hums in thought. "I mean… he’s not bad, but he’s not Bakugo."

You exhale sharply. Figures.

"You sound a tad jealous, Y/N. You alright?" Jirou teases, smirking.

Your body goes into overdrive.

"Me?! Like Bakugo? That’s CRAZY!"

You slap the table, bursting into a fit of overly dramatic laughter. Heads turn from other tables, your friends exchanging confused glances.

Jirou blinks. "I was just joking… I know you don’t like him."

You force yourself to calm down, waving a hand. "Oh, uh, right. Silly me."

The conversation shifts again, but you can feel Mina’s eyes on you, suspicion clear on her face.

You force your usual smile, hoping to throw her off.

It seems to work, for now.

In the corner of your eye, you spot Bakugo sitting with Kirishima and the others. His crimson gaze meets yours across the cafeteria, and for a second, you forget how to breathe.

Then, in typical Bakugo fashion, he gives you a slight nod.

You nod back, turning quickly to stare at your plate.

Dammit.

What the hell were you going to do?

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[kwonkissed]

pt.2 of this

wonwoo’s been bouncing his leg for so long, the muscles in his calf have started to get sore. he clutches the doctor’s note for a brand of ear drops in his hands as he patiently waits for your shift to end.

the moment he chooses to check the time on his phone is the moment you shuffle into the waiting room. wonwoo immediately shoots up from his seat.

dressed in your winter coat and matching accessories, you waddle to over where he’s standing. you have to lean back to get a good look at him. the multiple layers you have on to keep out the cold proves difficult to move in. wonwoo chuckles at your penguin-like state.

“you warm enough in there?”

you beam at him.

“why yes I am. you ready?”

wonwoo nods. and with that, both of you exit it the clinic and you begin to guide wonwoo back to your apartment.

you two talk about all sorts of things on the 10 minute trek back to your home. books and tv shows and how bad the cafeteria food gets by the end of the week. you and wonwoo both are especially passionate about that last one.

a particularly harsh gust of wind hits the two of you as you round a bend in the sidewalk. wonwoo bristles. you take a moment to look him up and down. all he has on is a long sleeve undershirt, dark wash jeans, and a hoodie. and even though you’ve only known him for about a day, you already know what he’ll say if you ask about it: I thought it’d be warm enough, with a cheeky smile and a shrug.

“sweetheart, you need to bundle up,” you say concerned. “you were just sick.” swiftly, you unwrap the scarf around your own neck and move to place it on his.

“oh no, I-I can’t,” wonwoo says quickly. you quiet his protests with a finger to his lips. “absolutely not young man. I have a coat — you do not.”

young man…we’re literally the same age, wonwoo thinks with a confused smile. sheepishly, wonwoo bends down so you can tie the scarf around his neck. immediately, he’s glad he took the scarf - it smells like you.

too caught up in your conversation, neither of you notices you’ve made it to the apartment until you’re at the door.

“end of the line,” wonwoo asks. there’s a hint of disappointment in his voice.

“yeah,” you reply bashfully, digging around in your bag for your keys.

wonwoo goes to remove the scarf from his neck, but you put your hands over his to stop him. “keep it so we’ll have to see each other again. besides, i have plenty,” you say was a sweet smile. a swatch of red appears on each of wonwoo’s cheeks at your words. his reaction makes you bite your lip.

“bye wonwoo,” you say softly. after unlocking the door, you pause and throw your head over your shoulder. “i’ll be expecting my scarf back soon though. ok?”

“yes ma’am,” is all wonwoo can muster. you grin slyly at him, wave your goodbye, and enter your building.

wonwoo stares at the spot where you just stood. he’s smiling to himself as he plays with the fringe of your scarf.

[preciouslittle-bhaalbabe]

If you could write Raphael in as a companion, how would be be recruited? What would his approvals/dissaprovals be? What is his personal quest? Would he be romancable?

That's alot of questions!

Ok settle in because this is going to be a big read. I put way more thought into this than I should have lol

Disclaimer: Obviously this isn't going to align with canon and will require a disregard for most of the story beats involving Raphael as an NPC, like the entire House of Hope quest. This is just a fun little "what if" and isn't to be taken seriously.

Recruiting Raphael:

He will find you. Either one night in camp or in one of many spawn triggers on the map in the wilds. His conversation about the tadpole and offering his deal will be mostly the same. In order to recruit him, you must express interest in the deal. Either by agreeing right away, or saying you'll consider it. Raphael's responses are basically all the same even if you agree to the deal, he won't actually make you sign a contract. He'll tell you to "shop around".

Then, you must ask "if I do want to take this deal, where would I find you?"

Raphael's response will be something along the lines of:

"I'll be around. In fact, maybe I could join you in this little misadventure. I'll lounge about in your camp while you run around looking for answers. I could offer sage advice, experience, or even be a confidant."

DIALOGUE TREE:

"If you'd like to join us, by all means. We could use all the help we can get."  ←

"No, no way."

"Why would you want to run around with a bunch of mortals like us?"

"Fine, but I'll be keeping an eye on you."

"It's settled then, I'm sure I will be a very valuable asset. This is going to be fun."

"If you'd like to join us, by all means"

"No, no way." ←

"Why would you want to run around with a bunch of mortals like us?"

"Fine, but I'll be keeping an eye on you"

"As you wish. You'll change your mind. Of that, I am certain. And at that time. It will be too late. Best of luck."

The party will be transported back to camp/where Raphael spawned.

"If you'd like to join us, by all means"

"No, no way."

"Why would you want to run around with a bunch of mortals like us?" ←

"Fine, but I'll be keeping an eye on you"

"There's something about you that I find fascinating. I think it would be to our mutual benefit, should I join your merry little band." (back to dialogue tree)

"If you'd like to join us, by all means"

"No, no way."

"Why would you want to run around with a bunch of mortals like us?"

"Fine, but I'll be keeping an eye on you" ←

"Oh, I am counting on it. I'll be keeping mine, on you. I'll see you soon."

All dialogues except the outright refusal will result in the party being teleported back to the spawn, or back to camp, where Raphael will be waiting.

If you refuse to recruit Raphael, he will be seen again at Last Light, talking to Mol. You only get that once chance though to recruit him. After that, he operates similarly as he does in game as an NPC for Astarion's personal quest. He will be present again in act III in The Devils Den as set dressing for Sharess' Caress. In which case you can talk to him about what he's doing there. He will say he's just enjoying the show, watching the group run around trying to save themselves. You can ask if he would still join the group, at which he will laugh and say.

"Oh no my dear, that ship sailed long ago. Now, I'm just here to witness the carnage, and benefit from all this tragedy."

If you do let him join, he will remain in camp for all of act I and act as a giver of advice/merchant for rare items. He accepts soul coins as currency. In act II, he will leave for a few long rests to get information regarding Astarion's scars, once that event is triggered.

If Raphael does join the party, you will need to do a skill check to keep both Wyll and Karlach. If you fail to convince them to stay, they will leave the party or even become hostile, by some dialogues.

Raphael's Personal Quest:

His personal quest will align with his desires in the base game. He will have much to say that provides context to certain story beats he was previously involved in. Such as the Shar stronghold in the Underdark. If Halsin is not alive, Raphael can be a means to get information regarding Moonrise, the shadow curse, and the Shar stronghold. He will not have a romance scene at the party. Though much flirting can be exchanged and you can choose to think about him as you go to rest for the night.

The first thing he will ask you to do is help him kill Yurgir in The Shadowlands. If you do kill Yurgir, he will help Astarion with his scars. If you don't he will greatly disapprove and you will need to "convince" him to stay. He's messing with you. The skill checks don't actually matter, though they will have different dialogue responses depending on success/failure, and start the player off on lower approval than if you did kill the orthon. Though if you do refuse to kill Yurgir, his romance arc is locked and you cannot romance him later.

This is when he will officially join the party. I think he'd be a bard, so that's what his class is in this little "what if".

His personal quest then involves the crown of Karsus in act III. His arc will include "Archdevil Supreme" or convincing him to give up the crown. With resulting romance/platonic cutscenes for both.

Approvals:

Prioritising yourselves over the problems of others.

Agreeing to help others, for a price.

Exploiting people.

Anything he finds entertaining, like interrupting the bugbear and ogre.

Disapprovals:

Being kind/taking on quests for nothing in return.

Siding with the Absolute cult.

Using illithid powers.

Raphael Romance:

This is a tricky one. I think his romance would be mostly backloaded and starts in act II. If you talk with him at the party and express interest, you two can exchange some steamy words as he recites a poem he wrote for you. You can then either laugh at him and reject his advances, or say you like his way with words. He will then express a very primal interest in you, and say it's best if he let it fester a while. He wants to string you along a little. His greetings won't change, and there won't really be anything to indicate that the dating flag has been set. But if you flirt with him and express your own interest, it will be flagged. You will also have the option to tell him you just don't see him in that way, that you prefer to keep the relationship 'professional'.

In act II, (if you expressed interest previously) after you kill Yurgir, and Raphael joins the party officially. Raphael will have started off with more approval than the other companions, if the romance dialogues were met in act I and you asked him questions about himself/expressed gratitude for his advice when speaking with him in camp. If his approval is lower, you will have chances to get it up around the shadowlands. After approval is high enough, he will approach you and say he has enjoyed his time with you with an odd amount of sincerity. He will say he sees the potential in you and what you and him can accomplish together. That he has been watching the way you lead and handle yourself. And that, oddly enough, he has admiration for you. (side note, there would probably be more dialogue if the player is a dark urge/raided the grove. But I don't have enough brain juice for that currently.)

DIALOGUE TREE (there's lead up of course but I can't be bothered lol so here's the lock in dialogue):

"I spend most of my time categorising people by what use they have to me. And you have proven yourself very useful. But there's something else. Something I haven't experienced in another person for...A long time. I have grown quite fond of you, you know- in my way. Unexpected, but not repulsive. I very much enjoy you and your company."

What are you saying? ←

So I've just been your pawn this entire time?

I'm quite fond of you as well, I'm sure you know that.

I'm sorry but, I just don't feel the same way.

If I wanted to bed with a fiend, I would summon an incubus. Not some pompous arsehole.

"I'm saying, I would like to be something more. Something other than the professional relationship between future client and patron. I would like you to be my paramour, my flame, my right hand. I would like to discuss my plans with you, and lie with you at night."

What are you saying?

So I've just been your pawn this entire time? ←

I'm quite fond of you as well, I'm sure you know that.

I'm sorry but, I just don't feel the same way.

If I wanted to bed with a fiend, I would summon an incubus. Not some pompous arsehole.

*laughs* "Well, yes. I thought that was obvious, dear. But I would like to be something more than that. You have impressed me in many ways. You're ruthless, you're determined, and most of all, you seem to also be interested in me. I would like you to be my paramour. My right hand. Someone to discuss my plans with, and lie with at night."

What are you saying?

So I've just been your pawn this entire time?

I'm quite fond of you as well, I'm sure you know that. ←

I'm sorry but, I just don't feel the same way.

If I wanted to bed with a fiend, I would summon an incubus. Not some pompous arsehole.

"You've made it quite obvious, my dear. I'm flattered, really. But if flattery is not the limit of your intentions, I would very much like to explore something more. I would like you to be my paramour. My right hand. Someone to discuss my plans with, and lie with at night."

What are you saying?

So I've just been your pawn this entire time?

I'm quite fond of you as well, I'm sure you know that.

I'm sorry but, I just don't feel the same way. ←

If I wanted to bed with a fiend, I would summon an incubus. Not some pompous arsehole.

"How interesting. I was sure- No matter. If that is how you feel, that is how it is. I may have overestimated you. That's it then, no more has to be said. Have a wonderful evening, dear."

What are you saying?

So I've just been your pawn this entire time?

I'm quite fond of you as well, I'm sure you know that.

I'm sorry but, I just don't feel the same way.

If I wanted to bed with a fiend, I would summon an incubus. Not some pompous arsehole. ←

*laughs* "Well well, I seems to me that I have given you entirely too much credit. So be it. You will continue to be my puppet, and I will continue to enjoy watching you squirm for your worthness, pathetic life."

Every option besides the rejection one has that similar dialogue. If you agree to the romance, being the one he lies with, he will smile and take the players hand to kiss the back of it. Raphael will then snap his fingers and the two will be transported to a very cozy room with candles and a very large bed. After some more dialogue, the player can choose to have sex with Raphael in either his human or cambion form. Maybe I'll write that section in more detail in a smut or something but for now just use your imagination lol

In act III, Raphael will express a similar interest in the crown of Karsus as Gale does. His iconic monologue about Karsus will still exist. You can either encourage this in a similar fashion, or convince him that uniting the hells would be an impossible task and a death sentence. If you go Archdevil Supreme route, Raphael will become the ruler of the nine hells and you will live there with him as his infernal spouse. He will be loving but distant, and busy. Running all nine hells takes alot of work. The player will want for nothing though. They will have access to every outlet of pleasure and luxury possible. The player will also go through a subtle but apparent transformation to be a little more fiendish, so they can tolerate the environment of the hells. If convinced to give up the crown, he will continue as he is. He will go from between the House of Hope and wherever the player is. He will spoil the player as much as he can and visit often. Sometimes the player will visit him as well. But they still lead their own lives.

I'm sure I could refine the romance arc but I think these are good bones for now.

Thank you for the question! I spent like three days thinking about this lmao.

[thezombieprostitute]

Nurse Heartthrob

Summary: Your son is in the hospital and his nurse makes sure to take care of him and you.

Warnings: Ex-boyfriend angst, Hospital setting, Sick child. Please let me know if I missed any!

A/N: Reader is female. No other physical descriptors used.

Word Count: ~2.5k

As always, many thanks to @bigtreefest for her help with the medical stuff!

It's a phone call no parent ever wants to get. Your son, Val, had passed out on the playground and they were rushing him to the hospital. You let your boss know what was happening and drove out to the emergency room where the school said they'd sent him. Dr. Rogers was very reassuring about everything but insisted Val get admitted to pediatrics.

Given your son's medical history you were quick to agree. Val had been diagnosed with Long QT Syndrome just a few months after he was born. That was, apparently, the final straw for your ex-boyfriend, claiming he couldn't handle the responsibility of taking care of a sick child. Never mind that having a kid was his idea to begin with. Never mind that you'd already been doing most of the work. He left the two of you and, last you'd heard, he'd been hitting up younger women at the same bar where he'd met you.

For now, though, you had to focus on your son. The pediatrics nurse, Jake, was incredible. He had Val smiling and feeling at ease in minutes while also putting you at ease with his competency. Watching your baby getting IVs, shots, blood draws never got easier but, thankfully, Jake was proficient and you know Val's not hurting more needed. The doctor comes in, asking the usual questions. You always keep a folder of Val's medical history, always updating it with each appointment.

She looks over everything and finally says, "I agree Val should stay in the hospital for a bit but we don't have room in pediatrics. Thankfully there are a few open beds in cardiology and that'll make it easier to get Val the tests he needs."

You nod in understanding and the doctor gives Jake the go-ahead.

As he starts prepping the bed to move you ask, "how long do you think until someone takes us to cardiology?"

"I'm taking you now," he smiles.

"Aren't..aren't there designated nurses? Techs? Who move the beds between departments?"

"Normally, yes," Jake nods. "But my wife works in cardiology so they let me escort patients there so I can get a few minutes with her."

"That's sweet," Val pipes up. His voice is tired, weak, and it breaks your heart.

"It really is," you agree. You stuff down the jealousy you feel. It's clear Jake loves his wife and you really wish you had that for yourself.

Jake makes conversation easy throughout the walk. Val tells him about his latest Lego creation and he gets almost cartoonishly animated, making you and Val smile.

You know you've reached the cardiology wing when Jake stands up and waves, "Dr. Wifey! Over here!"

One of the doctors stops what she's doing, her face beaming with happiness, and walks over.

Following her is one of the biggest nurses you've ever seen. He's got a buzz cut, a slight beard, and eyes that look like a clear blue sky in winter. But his build, the tattoo covered arms especially, is making your own heart flutter.

"Dr. Wifey" introduces herself to you with her actual name, though you're certain you'll always think of her as "Dr. Wifey." She asks the nurse, Curtis, to take over pushing the bed so Jake can get back to pediatrics. While she looks at Jake affectionately, get actions and tone are professional, for which you're grateful. As cute as they are together, you can only stomach so much sweetness. Less so during times like this.

You get the impression that Curtis feels the same with how he rolls his eyes a little. He smiles at you and Val, introducing himself before taking over moving the bed. He and Jake banter a little and you're not sure if they're actually friends, if they're trying to make things easier for you and Val, or both. You hope it's both.

"Okay, Jake, we've gotta get Val to his room and you gotta get back to work," Dr. Wifey says with a kiss.

"Later, Nurse Puppy," Curtis waves as he starts moving the bed.

"See ya, Nurse Heartthrob," Jake returns as he starts walking back.

While Val is giggling at the banter you see Curtis turn pink, making you not ask about the nickname. Truth be told, the way your own heart reacted to him, you're pretty sure you already know the source.

Along the way Dr. Wifey is looking over Val's chart and praising your detailed, organized folder. Her questions are so much more relevant than some of Val's other appointments. You don't have to repeat information and her follow up questions show she's actually listening. It's a nice change of pace from the doctors who never seem to believe anything you tell them.

She asks some questions directly to Val about what he was doing right before he passed out. He shakes his head and says he was just sitting around at recess. You sense there's something he's not saying and encourage him to tell the whole truth, that he's safe.

"How about we start you off with a nap?" Dr. Wifey suggests. "You've had a long, scary day and could probably use the rest."

"Yes, please," Val pouts.

"Okay," you nod. "You get some rest and I'll run home and get our hospital bags, okay? The ones with Legos?"

"Thanks, Mom," Val smiles. You smile back and say a quick goodbye before heading out.

As soon as you're out of hearing range, Curtis turns to Val, "so what were you really doing? Get into a fight with some of the other kids or something?"

Val hesitates and Dr. Wifey adds, "patient doctor confidentiality, Val. Anything you tell me is just between us."

"I tried playing kickball," he confesses. "I know I'm not supposed to. That I have be careful with my heart. But it looked like fun!"

Curtis feels his heart wrench at that. He just wants to be a kid, but because of some inherited disorder, he can't even run around.

"Why didn't you want to say anything in front of your mother?" Dr. Wifey follows up.

"Because I don't want her to get upset."

"Upset?" Curtis raises an eyebrow, immediately on guard for something horrible.

"She cries so much," Val tells whispers. "Sometimes, when she thinks I'm asleep, I'll hear her crying about wishing she could give me a normal life. I don't want her crying because I tried to play."

Curtis fights to keep himself under control. If the kickball comment wrenched his heart, this was a punch to the gut.

"She sounds like a good mom," Dr. Wifey chimes in. Curtis recognizes the emotion in her voice. Val only nods in response.

"She said the hospital bag included Legos?" Curtis chimes in.

"Yeah," Val smiles softly. "They're fun and...and normal. They help me play while not hurting my heart."

"They're definitely fun," Curtis agrees. "When you get them, can I play with them a little? I could use the diversion during my shift."

Val's smile widens, "yeah. That sounds good."

As you park in the hospital parking lot for the second time that day, you take a minute to steady yourself. You know the nap suggestion was a ploy so they could ask Val questions without having you answer for him. Normally they wait until they start doing tests but Val probably could use the rest. Maybe it was so the doctor could get some more time to look over Val's history and not duplicate any needless tests. You only hope Val finally told them something so they can take care of him properly. It's killing you that Val thinks he needs to keep secrets from you, but you suppose it's part of what happens as kids get older.

You'd been so distracted on your way last time you'd forgotten to make note of the directions to Val's bed, so you stopped at the Nurses' Station.

"Oh, Val's your kid!" Teresa, the nurse, comments. "He's such a sweetie!"

"Thank you," you smile.

"He and Nurse Heartthrob have become fast friends, too."

"Nurse Heartthrob?" Though you'd heard the nickname before, you thought it was between Curtis and Jake.

"We call him that because his appearance always makes the patients' heart rates spike," she chuckles. "He's quite the looker. Have you seen those arms?"

"I have," you half smile. "Trying not to, though. Guy that looks like him has to have a partner or something already."

She sighs, "I know. As far as we can tell he's single, but no one knows for certain. He just says he doesn't date coworkers which, honestly, don't blame him. A few girls were tempted to switch to other parts of the hospital."

That makes you chuckle. "It's nice to know I'm not the only one who's got trouble getting a date with a hottie."

"As much as I'm enjoying the compliments," Curtis's voice interrupts you, "how about I lead you to Val's room?"

Teresa's eyes widen almost as much as yours. You cough from surprise, your face heated with embarrassment. Who knew such a large man could move so quietly? Or maybe you're just that tired.

When you get your bearings you turn to Curtis, "yes, please. Thank you." When you're far enough away from the Nurses' Station you apologize. "I'm sorry about that conversation. I...should have been more respectful."

Curtis shakes his head, "not the first time I've heard something like it. Probably won't be the last."

"Still, I feel like I should be past the whole high school thing."

"Lotta people should be but aren't. You get used to it, especially in a hospital."

"I suppose people who work your kind of job do need whatever outlets they can get."

Curtis nods. "For a lot of nurses it's the gossip, the trash tv. Other times it's meditation or yoga. Stuff you don't have to think about. Lets you keep your mental energy for the patients."

"Can I ask what your outlet is?"

"Only if I can ask you a question about you and Val."

"Sure."

Curtis stops walking and leans in, conspiratorially. "My outlet is junk food. It means I have to spend a ton of time in the gym, but I'm addicted to those thousand-plus-calorie snacks and fast food. It's food I don't have to cook, don't have to worry about clean up, and it gives me the energy I need for the day."

"I can relate," you nod, smiling. "With Val's health we always have to be careful with what we eat but sometimes I'll treat myself to something on my way to work."

Curtis smiles and you feel your heart speed up. "I'm glad you treat yourself from time to time. From what Val's told us, you work really hard to take care of him."

Your smile drops, "he's my world. Such a good kid who never asked for any of this."

"But that also leads me to my question, what's the story behind Val's...Y chromosome contributor?"

"I gotta remember that one," you snort. "Last I heard, the contributor is at a bar he's way too old for hitting on women who are way too young. He swore up and down that having a kid would be great for us, that it was his life's dream to have a child. Then, when Val was diagnosed, he bailed saying he couldn't handle the pressure or something."

"Well that's bullshit," Curtis scoffs. "How much did you tell Val?"

"I told Val his 'dad' is a liar who doesn't deserve us. That he lied about being faithful to the two of us. It's enough of the truth without Val needing to worry about his health being the reason he doesn't have a dad like so many other kids."

"Your secret is safe with me," Curtis says in such a way that you believe him.

"Thank you."

"By the way, you have two hospital bags for Val? Is one of them just for his toys or something?"

"One of them is for me," you explain. "I still need to work, but I can spend all my non-work time here with him. Got myself some toiletries, a phone charger for my books, a couple changes of clothing, all that."

Curtis just nods, silently wishing more patients had someone willing to stick around for them.

When you get to Val's bed he's sleeping soundly. You're careful to get things settled so that you don't wake him. You put his latest Lego creation on the patient table so he can see it when he wakes up. You called his school while you were getting the bags and they promised to have materials for you so you can keep up his lessons.

Throughout the week, every time Curtis arrives to work, he makes sure to get you a coffee. He says it's the free stuff from the break room. You have no idea he's buying you the better stuff from the cafe and pouring it into one of the generic cups from the coffee dispenser. Some of his coworkers give him questioning looks but he pretends he doesn't see; he's not entirely sure why he's doing it either.

Sometimes when you get to the hospital after work, you'll catch Curtis and Val playing with his Legos. It warms your heart to see Val smile and laugh so much. Even when he sleeps, he's smiling. It makes you wonder if you should try getting back into dating, giving Val someone else who cares for him. Giving yourself someone who cares for you. You're not sure anyone could compare to Curtis, but that's not really a fair comparison to begin with. It's his job to be caring and supporting. To check in on you and Val. Besides, someone like him can do much better than a single mother with a sick kid.

The morning before Val gets released to go home, you go for a drive to the nearest McDonald's and order some of the worst sounding foods you see.

Back at the hospital, you spot Curtis and hand him the bag. "Just a small thank you for taking care of me and Val so much."

Curtis feels his mouth watering at the smell of the food. It's such a big bag, too! He smiles, "any time. And, uh, if it's not too forward, can I give you my number? In case you or Val need some help?"

Your eyes soften and Curtis feels his heart lurch, worried he overstepped. "I can't ask that of you, Curtis. You have such a taxing job already. You don't need to work outside of the hospital, too."

"I wouldn't consider it work," he tells you. "I'd consider it...getting to know someone better? Someone I'm...I'm interested in getting to know better?"

"Oh? Oh!" you exclaim as your eyes widen. "You...you really mean that?"

His eyes soften as he smiles. "Yeah, I mean it."

"Thank you, Curtis. I'm looking forward to calling you."

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[cherryblossompink303]

Patience: ~Operation Double date!~

➼ pairing: Kyoya Ootori x Reader ➼ summary: Hikaru and Kyoya get tricked into taking the host club girls on a double date. ➼ what to expect:  "Fine. Don't tell me if you like, I could probably help you but if you want to go rogue now be my guest, run back to that boy" ➼ warnings: Angst ➼ Part Fourteen | Part Sixteen A/n: Happy valentines day <3

"Haruhi fujioka?"

"Hey arai"

Luckily for you tamaki and the twins quickly got caught up in whoever this boy is that knows Haruhi to even care about the boy who had come to see you moments before.

The same cannot be said however for Kyoya, who quickly replaced sam across the table from you, Mori and Honey stood nearby. "Who was that?" Kyoya was strangely intense in the way he asked the question.

"Who? Sam? he's just an old friend, like i told you"

The twins slide over, hikaru clearly not wanting to look at Haruhi and Arai anymore "An old friend who is a boy? and gave you a gift no where near your birthday? what is it anyway" Kaoru reaches out to the box but you clamber to take hold of it "No! No...I um...It's an old family heirloom...quite personal to me"

Hikaru raises an eyebrow "Why would he have an old family heirloom of yours? Why would it even be in Japan if you didn't bring it?" you nervously laugh at the question.

"Yeah well...It's a long story...really...long and boring... you don't want to hear"

"Y/n-chan was that guy your boyfriend?"

Your jaw drops "What?"

"That's what I would like to know as well" Kyoya chimes in "Huh?" your face falls at Kyoya's comment. You still cannot figure out exactly how you feel about him but you hated to hear the way he said it.

"You see if that boy was your boyfriend, I would need to know, it would be incredibly risky if my father found out, or if yours did for that matter" Oh...yeah...the arrangement...for a split second you thought that Kyoya was jealous. Did you want him to be? why are you even thinking about that?

"No! Sam's not my boyfriend, he was just doing a favour for me that's all now is anyone going to do something about Tamaki in the corner"

You all look over to Tamaki, who was hunched over in the corner tearing up paper.

"Hey! Quit making more garbage I'll have to take out" Haruhi cries

"It's not garbage I'm making a hamster home" Haruhi sighs "But Senpai you don't have a hamster"

"I'm not your senpai, I'm just an acquaintance of yours"

"Wow you ouran guys are funny, it's such a prestigious school, I've always imagined it was a whole different world"

The boys get caught up in Arai's words and the conversation. All except for Kyoya who leans over to rest his forearms against the table. "Okay, he may not be your boyfriend but you are still hiding something"

"So?"

"So whatever it is you don't want to tell me which concerns me"

"Kyoya I don't ask you to divulge all your plans, you're always up to something"

"I would tell you if you asked, I am asking but you still won't tell me"

"Why do you care?"

the two of you lock into a staring battle, both not wanting to confess anything first.

"Fine. Don't tell me if you like, I could probably help you but if you want to go rogue now be my guest, run back to that boy" Kyoya, stands up, walking over to the main conversation and leaving you sat stunned at the table.

You walk slowly back up to your room, after some yelling the twins run past you, Kaoru chasing after Hikaru, you make it a point to check in on that later.

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About an hour later you get a knock on the door of the room you're in. "Y/n?" Kaoru pokes his head through the door, sending you a nervous smile. "Kaoru? What's up? is Hikaru okay?"

Kaoru sighs "Yeah, he's just still getting used to the idea of having...friends...can I come in?" you nod, he steps out from behind the door, coming to sit next to you on the bed. "I need to ask you a favour"

"Sure"

"I think that if Haruhi and Hikaru go on a date tomorrow it might help him come out his shell a bit, but I have a feeling that if the two of them go alone he might say something stupid so...I suppose what I am asking is if you mind going on a double date, you, me, hikaru, and Haruhi"

you ponder over it for a moment, it was a good idea, you knew that Hikaru was struggling with the changes to his social life. So if this is what he needs it can't hurt "Sure, I'll go"

"Thanks, Hikaru and Haruhi are going to go into town a bit early tomorrow so meet me out front at 11 and then we can meet up with them in town. Wear something cute"

You roll your eyes at the last comment, shooting him a smile as he steps out the room.

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The next morning Kaoru approaches Kyoya, who is sat out on the patio, unkept in manner "Kyoya just the person I'm looking for, I have a favor to ask"

"What is it Kaoru?"

"You see me and hikaru are meant to take the girls out on a double date today...but I feel so ill...do you mind going in my place so that Hikaru doesn't mess things up?"

Kyoya raises an eyebrow at the request "You're asking me? Surely this is Tamaki's department"

"Tamaki would just make things worse and try to split up Hikaru and Haruhi, it needs to be you"

Kyoya sighs "Fine, if i must"

"Thank you! Y/n will be waiting out front at 11, show her a good time, i told her that she would have a fun day out in exchange for helping me"

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"Kyoya?" you question as you are stood outside waiting for Kaoru. "Kaoru is ill, he's sent me instead to make sure Hikaru doesn't say something stupid"

"Oh... i see..."

"Let's get this over with then"

The two of your head into town eventually meeting up with Hikaru and Haruhi, the four of you sat on a bench. "So where do we want to go?"

"Well Kaoru said he planned everything so i didn't really give it much thought. Any ideas?"

"Well there's not anything that I need to do here... I know why don't we go to that outlet mall by the train station, they've got cheap clothes there"

"That's cool, do you need to buy clothes?"

"No, there's no way I'd buy my clothes at that place" You elbow hikaru at the answer. "Then lets skip it"

"Everything looks okay now, but misuzu said it might rain, i sure hope there aren't any thunderstorms" Haruhi notes, looking up at the sky, which looks clear and blue for the time being

"I didn't know you were so into the weather"

You roll your eyes, stuck between hikaru who was being arsey and Kyoya who didn't want to talk at all.

Soon an ice cream kart comes barrelling past.

"That was creepy, that old guy looked like Honey senpai" Hikaru says, noticing that Haruhi is now gone, you nod in front of you where Haruhi is at an ice cream stand "One please"

Hikaru stands up walking over, leaving you and Kyoya sat awkwardly on the bench together. "This date isn't going very well is it?"

"Just give it time, hikaru isn't used to being without kaoru he just needs to adjust"

Kyoya hummed in agreement.

The two of you let Haruhi and hikaru go ahead a little as the four of you wander through Karuizawa, occasionally stopping at the odd stall here and there.

Kyoya and you were relatively silent. Unaware that the host club are watching on from a distance. "Dammit why is hikaru now better at communicating than kyoya is!" Kaoru muttered.

You started to overthink in wake of the silence, you were here to make sure hikaru's date didn't go off the rails but then you also wasn't following your own advice.

maybe you needed to be honest.

"Are you going to say anything?" the question slips out before you even process the words. "What?"

"You've barely said a word to me all day"

"I thought it was obvious that you do not want to tell me anything so what's the point"

"What on earth is up with you?"

"I don't like you keeping secrets, if you're keeping it from me all I can think that it could possibly be is that you're plotting against my family" you stop it your tracks "Excuse me?"

"That's how business works sometimes...the y/n group has been growing exponentially recently, has your father sent you to do something to break up his deal with the ootori group?"

You're floored, you cannot believe that Kyoya could accuse you of something like that.

"Kyoya are you kidding me? Do you seriously think I would be that deceptive?"

Suddenly grey clouds cast over karuizawa. "It does look like it's going to rain though, think we should back?" Haruhi asks

"Then, let's hail a cab, ok?"

"Is that you fujioka?" Arai catches you off guard, seemingly appearing next to you. "Oh no"

"Hey arai, I didn't expect to see you out here"

"Well this is my uncle's store, you guys out doing some shopping?"

"We were but now we're about to leave"

"Yeah? We've got a car that can take you back, just let me just ask my uncle"

"I don't want to be a bother"

"It's no problem, i wouldn't want you to get caught in the rain"

"Don't worry about it, we're getting a taxi" "Come on, don't waste your money on a taxi"

Thunder rumbling cuts him off, haruhi gasps. "Hey, why don't we accept his offer? The sooner we get home the better"

"Well, i guess you'll be riding home alone then" you sigh, perhaps this was too much too soon for hikaru "But, hikaru..."

"Just do whatever you want, okay? You guys can catch up and reminisce but leave me out of it!" Hikaru runs off "Wait!"

"What's his problem?" Arai asks. Haruhi runs after Hikaru "Haruhi!" You call after her, sighing in frustration as she disappears.

"We should call a car"

"I'll make my own way home, I wouldn't want you to think that I'm somehow sabotaging the ootori group by being in one of their cars"

Kyoya huffs "y/n-"

You roll your eyes "God forbid I want to keep something to myself" you mutter, walking off in the direction of the other two.

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Thunder cracked outside after finding your way back to your room, not bothering to turn the lights on as you sit down on the floor, leaning back against the wall, sighing, a tear sliding down your cheek.

The sight of the red gift wrapping catches your eye from the bed, reaching up to grab the box, you wipe your tears as you open it. As expected inside laid a USB stick and a pile of printed photos, you sigh as you place the box on the floor next to you. Shaking your head.

A controlled knock against the door causes you to wipe your tears, the door cracks open, Kyoya's head sticking in, searching around the room before finding you on the floor.

He doesn't say anything before walking in, sitting on the floor next to you.

"I'm sorry" his voice is quiet. "I don't know why I accused you of that...I suppose I don't like when there is something that I don't know, I shouldn't have taken it out on you"

You pause, thinking over his words.

"I'm trying to escape my family" your voice is weak when you eventually speak.

"Huh?"

"I came to Karuizawa to avoid going home for the summer break...but it's not just that..."

you reach for the box, shaky hands lifting it onto your lap. "Can you promise me that no matter what happens what I'm about to tell you it doesn't leave the room" Kyoya nods, raising an eyebrow at the sudden intensity.

"My father...is not a good man...he...he used to be...but I've had a feeling for a while that there's something up at the company...I just didn't have proof until now. Sam is the son of the CFO of the Asia branch"

"I see..."

"I'm sorry Kyoya...I didn't want to bring you into this...but that is why I need you...as soon as I no longer have to depend on him then...."

"Then?"

"...I'm planning on taking down the l/n group, from the inside"

you are praying that you had put your trust in the right place for once.

"Y/n did I mention that I am planning on buying my fathers company from under him?"

Your head snaps to look at him "What?"

"Mhm, all the money I have been saving, I am preparing to buy my fathers company"

You laugh through your tears "Really?"

"Yes...now if i had known that you were planning on doing something similar then this would have saved a lot of confusion"

"Well aren't we a match made in hell"

Kyoya smirked "Indeed"

your face falls "Kyoya theres something else I need to tell you"

"What is it?"

you reach to one of the photos, the one of both of your fathers in the headquarters of l/n group asia. "L/N group is covering up something for the ootori group...I don't know what it is but if sam is anything to go by its big"

Kyoya took the photo from you, gripping it as he stares at the two men.

"Well then... you better get me up to speed...we've got quite the work set out for us"

Next time on patience 'Kyoya's reluctant day out!'

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[okaysonny]

Saw that your reqs are open, so I wanted to ask for a platonic one-shot, hope you don't mind! I have this headcanon where the reader is Daniel's younger twin who is mute and whose behavior is very much like Vasco's. Maybe that's why Daniel could understand Jay without a problem— because he grew up with us and knew exactly what we wanted before we learned how to write or even any form of sign language (and also why he seems very patient and a bit unfazed by his friend group's silliness, if I'm not mistaken-).

a/n: i like very much 😍 you can chalk their communication down to TWINK TELEPATHY but this is a better explanation

headcanons bc anon said in another ask they dm👍🏽

★ daniel knowing sign language because of his twin is saur cute...him picking up on little gestures when they were both small </3

★ in the beginning of lookism, he was lowkey a pos. (yelled at his mom + blamed her for his life) so with his mom working all the time, daniel has to take responsibility in minding them. thinks his sibling is a bit of a nuisance, especially because of that bubbly, enthusiastic energy that vasco has.

★ buuut, he doesn't realise how much his experiences - the sign language, the (although reluctant) patience and care - sets him apart. not everyone has those skills, even if he thinks it's normal.

★ there's this scene at the start where daniel yells at his mom for putting an egg in his ramen 😭 i see his twin giving a judgmental look after, and daniel feels guilty. still, he does have a what would they know? attitude.

★ when daniel was transferring schools, he felt bad about running away from his problems and leaving his mom by herself. so i also think he'll feel bad about leaving his sibling by themselves too. they'll be on their own when his mom is working.

★ he’d sit down and have this so...i won't be here with you anymore. you'll be fine, right? conversation. daniel ask a bunch of questions for his own reassurance, and they just nod at everything.

★ cue emotional moment where his twin suddenly hugs him...and daniel realises he'll actually miss them. he starts crying, overwhelmed by the thought of leaving everything behind.

★ as daniel goes through his character growth, his connection with jay makes more sense now. his understanding of jay’s nonverbal communication comes naturally because he grew up doing the same with his sibling! in a way, with jay's friendship, he wants to make up for those early moments when daniel was dismissive with them.

★ thanksgiving arc reunion (the first one) would be heart tugging! i can see his sibling's appearance changing slightly. maybe they sign something like i knew you’d be okay and he tears up all over again.

★ his twin is looking after their mom now. daniel is grateful and proud, it's something that he never did before he moved away.

★ i don't think daniel really reveals personal details to his friends? so if his sibling visits him while everyone's around...it would be really funny. if the twin is a guy, everyone's like why are there two of them? if it’s a girl, it’s…why is daniel in a wig?

★ because his sibling has vasco's traits, i can defo see vasco having these intense conversations with them through gestures and nods. vasco doesn’t question it at all — he just asks more questions, completely fascinated. everyone else is like ermmm wtf

★ JAY AND HIS TWIN INTERACTING WOULD BE SO CUTE!!! they’d be communicating with quiet excitement :') a heartwarming moment for both of them, realising they aren’t alone in their experiences.

[writingwisterias]

I had this random idea that came to mind - how would the different eras Leon act around reader's parents. like I imagine him meeting them for the first time and they're the stereotype old overly sweet parents that like to show pics of reader as a kid, making so so many questions about marriage and kids and future plans in general, embarassing them sm 😭 i have a feeling that especially with re2r Leon it would be so cute and funny

OMG! I'm so happy you asked for this because I was originally going to do Leon meeting the parents for the first time but I got so many requests! Ily for this

Also I'm so sorry it's out late I've just been working on some personal oneshots but now working through the requests!!

Warnings: insecurities, Fluff, themes of self doubt

AFAB!Fem!Reader

RE2:

When meeting your parents for the first time he sort of shy

He doesn't really talk much unless asked questions and it's not until a few times visiting your house that he actually interacts with them

I feel like he would have the relationship with your dad where he just gets dragged to help out and do things

He doesn't care though, it gets on his good side

Polite enough to help your mom clean up after dinner too

I think he would get flustered over topics of the future because he's still in that puppy love phase.

He does think about it but admitting aloud that he does makes him all giddy

RE4R:

Think's way too much in his head about what to say to your parents and how to interact with them

He's forming a whole as script and checklist making sure to tick all of them

Feels more comfortable around your mum but really stresses out internally on making sure he proves to your dad that he's actually worthy of your love.

In terms of chats about the future I feel like he has them in his head already, so when they bring it up it's a subject that he can talk about and doesn't wait for you to divert the subject

By that it's obvious that he can't say what his job is so when they originally asked he allowed you to explain it briefly.

Infinite Darkness:

He hides his stress a lot better and doesn't have a hard time sliding in your family dynamic because of his humour

They love him because he's respectful, funny and kind

He loves it when your mum brings out the photo albums

Asks if he can take some home just so he can look at them and picture what your children would be like

Helps out your dad with the car all the time, offers to do any odd jobs for him as well

He enjoys feeling useful

He would get flustered when he actually admits he has thought about the future with you only because he glances at you and sees the heart eyes you give him

Damnation:

Despite his more miserable look he manages to surprise your parents and they are quick to admit they have misjudged him

They don't get to see him often because he's always being dragged somewhere by his job

So when they do they have prepared a big meal for the both of you

Leon spends this time bonding with your dad working the BBQ and you get your mum talking about how cute you are together

The conversation carries to the evening when they offer for the both of you to stay the night and they bring out the albums

She even declares that she's got one ready for all the future photos of grandkids and your wedding

That makes Leon choke on his drink in surprise they even think about that for you

RE6:

Comes across as very confident but on the inside he's panicking about saying the wrong thing

Knows nothing about sports but pretends for your dad if there's a game on, will just watch him carefully and match his vibe if they do or don't score.

All the answers in his head are planned out in fear he will say something that seems cringey or too annoying

Gets along with your dad really well very quickly

After any event or meal with them he has long naps because he's so mentally tired from thinking about everything he is doing

You have caught him and your dad napping on the sofa and armchair at the same time.

Vendetta:

They can tell that things are bothering him and trusts that the two of you can work it out together

He hides it well to give him credit but towards the evening like always his mood will falter

Your parents don't judge him of course, from the little bits of information they have about his path they offer their support

It's almost weird to him to have parents that are so loving and care about not only you but him like a son

Appreciates them but can never really express it right

For events like christmas or thanksgiving he tries his best to be happy and present but they understand he needs a break

It's like a silent acceptance of them knowing he's a great guy just going through bad things so they opt to just be a place of comfort and let him relax with you here.

Death Island:

He is a dick if you end up sleeping in your childhood bedroom

Teases you with your dad all the time

Loves it when your mum brings out the photo albums! He's looking through them all

He will openly talk about his plans for the future and keep them in the loop about any updates in your life

He texts/calls them more than you at this point

If they want something from you they just ask you through him because they know he'll reply

Plays board games with them all the time, and helps with anything they need around the house like he does with you at home.

[florencebirdsong]

Could I request Agatha + Rio + Deaf!Fem reader?? I was thinking of possibly they learned how to say I love you or something meaningful to sign to Reader..or something along the line of them being protective of reader on their date because people are quick to judge reader because she is loud without realizing it..

( I would like to say that I am a irl deaf person myself so I would love this!!)

Yes, I can! I only know super basic Auslan. Like the stuff you’re encouraged to learn in multiple languages (hi, how are you, I’m good, finger spelling, where’s the bathroom, I love you, help, hospital, etc) and I don’t know which sign language you use so I’ve kept the actual sign language descriptions vague. I hope that’s okay :) Please enjoy!

Valentine’s Day Event 2025

Tags: annoying man, small moment insecurity, ficlet

Authors note: sorry the bickering isn’t actually written at the start. I’m trying to keep these as ficlets and those two could go for pages

You watch fondly as Agatha and Rio’s hands fly as they sign. Their bickering-like banter easily picking up your mood. The start of the year has been rough but tonight is just what you need. A romantic dinner at a fancy restaurant that you’re going to leave far too early to go and find something much more unhealthy to eat.

A particularly witty response from Rio has you snort a laugh. Agatha quips back just as fast and you laugh freely. She winks at you before turning a smug look on Rio, who would look annoyed if it weren’t for the smile tilting the edge of her mouth.

Both of their faces drop at the same time and it takes you a moment longer to realise a man has stopped by your table and interrupted you all. He looks agitated, his gestures sharp and his features hard. He’s on the other side of the table from you and clearly only addressing your two girlfriends. You can’t tell what he’s upset about and you watch Agatha and Rio for any indication of this becoming a serious altercation. Relaxing when they only look slightly madder than usual, you wonder what the man is talking about. They both seem more pissed off than their usual reaction to being hit on by a man, even when being interrupted during a special dinner. But it is Valentine’s Day. Surely the man has some clue?

They continue to sign when they respond to him but you still can’t glean what exactly this is about. Only that they seem to be about to chew him out.

“No one asked,” Agatha snaps, her hand movements short and sharp.

You tap the table to get Rio’s attention. The dark look means she needs to be distracted. Agatha may be vindictive but Rio is merciless.

“What’s happening?” you sign.

“He thinks we’re being too loud,” she signs back. “Like he hasn’t been bellowing for the last half hour.”

Your eyebrows furrow, suddenly self-conscious. It’s been a long time since you’ve felt badly about being too loud, but for it to be bad enough for someone to try and interrupt a romantic dinner…

Rio taps the table within sight of your dropped gaze. You reluctantly look up.

“He’s been shouting half the night,” she reminds you. “It’s not your fault. Don’t apologise,” she adds pointedly.

Your eyes flick to Agatha, whose disgusted scowl is directed at the man’s retreating back. She notices your gaze and her face immediately softens.

“You know the study, dear,” she signs. “Women speak up slightly more and men think they’re dominating the conversation. I’m sure it’s the same for volume.”

You nod, hesitantly. Knowing you aren’t likely to stop thinking about it without a distraction, Rio stands up suddenly.

“I want cheap chocolate in stupid shapes,” Rio declares.

Agatha doesn’t take any more prompting. She picks the napkin from her lap and flings it onto the table. Rio holds her hand out to help you out of the chair. You all have finished eating and you haven’t even glanced at the dessert menu yet so you don’t feel too badly about taking Rio’s hand.

“Such a gentleman,” you sign after she helps slip your coat on.

Agatha steps closer to you both and signs without shame, 

“I doubt you’ll be saying that once she has you in bed.”

“Nope,” Rio agrees with a sharp smile. “But chocolate first.”

You don’t even glance at the man on your way out.

[starry-bi-sky]

Hi! how are you doing I hope your having a Great day/night.

I have questions on the blood blossom au?

I was wondering what mobility aids Danny uses, how does the stages for the blood blossom poisoning work and what he wears and do as nightingale.

Sorry if they're too many questions I was curious. Also your so Cool

oh you're totally fine! i love getting questions. as for danny's mobility aids, i was thinking that he has like, three main mobility aids he uses. He has a cane, arm crutches, and a wheelchair, and he swaps between them depending on his mobility and pain. OH he also wears compression gloves and socks.

as for the blood blossom stages, i'll keep it pretty loose and nebulous since making the stages too detailed will just make it harder for me to write it lmao, gotta give myself that creative wiggle room. But there's probably like, three... four? main stages?

The first one being when it's in its neutralized, semi-dormant state after receiving an (upgraded) antidote. In that stage, Danny's chronic pain is at its most manageable. He starts regaining muscle mass, an appetite, he has more energy. His immune system is pretty shot because its busy fighting off the blood blossom, but he's still essentially at his healthiest.

Stage two of the blood blossom poisoning is when the 'antidote'/'neutralizer'/idk medicine because calling it an antidote isnt super accurate, starts breaking down and loosing its efficacy. At first it feels like just a bad pain day from stage one, but over time it starts becoming more insistent and the pain is in places it normally wouldn't, or the sensation is different. Danny's health starts taking a dip and he begins losing muscle mass. He starts feeling congested the same way you do when you just get out of a bad cold: where you're technically fine, but you're still getting coughing fits.

Stage three is when he starts actively.... bleeding. The pain has upped the ante and has now spread through his entire body, he's having frequent, wet, coughing fits. He's nauseous, has a pounding headache that's quickly becoming a migraine, and shaking with effort to stay standing. This is where his nose starts bleeding and his coughing takes on a red color. He's getting pale, having heat flashes, and overall looks like a kid who was poisoned with a cannibalistic blood toxin.

Stage four is the last stage, and throughout it Danny is officially delirious from both blood loss and pain. He's extremely nauseous, having trouble comprehending what's around him, and is now spitting up blood. He's in so much pain that he's alternating between feeling numb to it and then NOT feeling numb to it, and overall is having trouble moving his body. At stage four he's in a high-risk emotional state, which is bad because he's at risk of waking up his dormant ghost core, and then it's an immediate game over for him.

Danny was at the beginning of stage 4 when he found Bruce. Lucky him!

As for Nightingale! I know I said in the original post reblogs that he'd be running around with Bruce, but that was more of a conversational, 'talking about an au for fun' thing rather than something I'd use in a fic. So I can't see him running around with Bruce as Nightingale in the slightest, not only because of the blood blossom stuff, but also because its just not in line with how I'm writing Danny in LATN.***

In fic, Danny's going to be taking on a more backseat/support role as Nightingale, rather than a field vigilante like Batman or Robin. He's more of an eyes-in-the-sky type kinda like how Barb is, who only goes out in the city if he feels the need to deliver something to Bruce directly, or if he thinks Bruce needs backup. He's "the emergency backup" as I like to call it, and if he does go out, he typically sticks to ranged fighting and sabotage.

He also likes to help make gadgets for Bruce to use, and helps with cases when he can. His input becomes helpful when Gotham's gimmick villains start popping up, as he has experience with this type of crazed clownery, while Bruce does not.

As for what he wears! The first time he goes out as Nightingale was not intentional, it was a spur of the moment thing. So Nightingale's first 'suit' is just a thrown together disguise that includes:

1. the comically large hoodie Danny stole from Bruce because it fucken COLD in the cave and his circulation is shit.

2. his compression gloves

3. a light, blue-ish gray scarf that was conveniently lying around because again, it fucken COLD. This is because Danny doesn't have a mask and needs something to hide his face with. 4. the black face paint stuff bruce keeps lying around that he smears over the upper half of his face like a makeshift mask. Once it becomes evident that this is going to be a 'thing', bruce gets a proper suit made for him. I have a concept drawing made way back in the reblogs of the original post, but im just going to link you to fanart that made friend Crow made because its much better quality. Danny wears the suit while he's in the cave just in case he needs to go out and help Bruce, as well as that same hoodie.

***TL;DW: while Danny doesn't regret saving people in Amity and he'd do it again, he hated ghost fighting and wanted nothing more than to be normal. He felt that he was the only person who could fight back against the ghosts, and as a result he was left horrifically traumatized, without a proper support system, and cut off from most everybody else because he didn't know how to balance his hero life and his civilian life.

He wouldn't return to frontline hero work even if he could, not unless he felt his particular skillset needed him to.

Overall, for Danny, Phantom isn't the name of a hero, its just the name of a dead kid. And the dead deserve to rest in peace.

[asheepinfrance]

Something different. Comments and critiques always welcome :)

Riff had never minded getting his hands a bit dirty. If he got his point across, protected who he wanted to, then there’s really no harm in leaving a conversation a little more bruised than he entered it. You didn’t quite share that sentiment, and as much as you tried to understand him, this was one thing that the two of you couldn’t budge on. He’d insist he’s doing his ‘job’, you’d insist it’s unnecessary. He’s loyal to a fault, and you don’t doubt that much of what he does is in their honor. Defending like a knight to a king, even if that king is a scrawny, beat-down city kid. But part of you knows, the same part where he does, that he just wants the pain of it all. He wants that validation from a few split knuckles. A sign he did well protecting what little in his life has worth. You just wished he’d get in a fight for himself someday. 

Those same split knuckles grazed your cheek about 30 minutes ago, but he was smarter than often given credit for, already having pressed them into the hem of his shirt. He refused to mar you the way he had been, with some boy he can’t remember anything but the eyes of’s blood tossed in with some of his own. He looked guilty behind that facade of pride, because he knew you’d grown sick of him hurting himself, but he wouldn’t stop until he got sick of the feeling. 

A lot of people had questioned your judgement, even your sanity, when you’d first started something with Riff. After all, Riff had started something with just about any woman in the neighborhood, and tossed them next to all the other rain-dampened newspapers and cigarette butts that lined the road. But either he stuck or you did, because however many months had passed, and here you both are, sitting on your tiny bathroom floor. He tries his best not to wince each time you pass the cotton pad dabbed in alcohol over his hands, and he fails when you run it along the gash in his cheek. You always think it’ll scar, and it never does. You wonder what makes that white line beneath his eye different. What made that one stay?

His shirt had been white at some point, you can still see it in some parts. It’d been clean, pure, unmarked and would shine beneath the sun if it hit just right. Riff had been that way too, you think. There aren’t any photos from his childhood to confirm your theory. He insists he’d always been this way, a fighter, someone who rises above his constant challenges without fear. He was born hardened, innocence can’t be taken if it was never a right he was granted, born with a fire in his gut and eyes always laser focused on a target. So, yes, he’d gotten dirty. Dirty from fights, dirty from living among boxes and rubble for years, dirty from nights sleeping god-knows-where, dirty from having never been clean. Maybe you can grant him that peace.

He laughed when you suggested a bath, because that’s what he always does when anything strikes him where he doesn’t expect it. You could stab him and he’d chuckle, just out of habit. He did need one, though. He probably hadn’t felt running water outside of your apartment in years, besides maybe the leaky faucet of a diner’s sink. In simple terms, he wasn’t the cleanliest a man could be. How could he be? He spends his time in the debris of his friends’ former homes. Your mother met him once, called him rough, said it wouldn’t kill him to wash up and use some manners, reminded you to know your worth. Your father just said no. You’d never tell Riff what they said, after all, it reflected the same insecurities he’d played off as jokes before meeting them. 

He can’t stay away from the warm water for long, though. You knew he’d cave in, because he couldn’t refuse his ‘sweetie girl’ if he tried, because the weight on his shoulders, caked in mud, was bound to crush him if he didn’t get a lick of relief. He stripped without much care, revealing a new bit of worn, torn skin to look after, and you don’t feel any heat stir in your belly the way you normally would. You just feel him near you. 

He’s a bit tall for the bath that’s shoved into the corner of your bathroom, yellowing from what you hope is age. He has to bend his knees up to fit, and he lays back as best he can, leaving him wrapped up in the fetal position, bobbing in place. He sighs, relieved, content, breathing out the harshness of his day, his life, like he would the smoke of the cigarettes he tucks behind his ear.

You don’t comment on the fact the water’s turning a bit brown where the dirt’s running off his skin, the red streaks joining the mix, leaving him surrounded in a less than sightly pool. You don’t think anything’s worth saying right now, because he’s quieter than you’ve ever seen him. He’s relaxed in front of you, of course, more times than you can count. But that was different. This is a new part of him. Nothing’s worth breaking this silence. You just cup your hands, scoop up the cleanest water you can find, and slowly pour it over his hair. 

He makes a sound you’ve never heard from him, a gurgle, a choke, and his face scrunches in a way you don’t recognize on him. You know it on yourself, though. Some part of you wants to see it happen. So you continue to wash him, using the remnants of what was once a bar of soap, and his face continues to curl in on itself. You run your thumb over that jagged line beneath his eye, and he sobs. His eyes, wet and wide, open to meet yours and he looks so weak. He looks how he always feels, like a kid who just needs someone to help him out. Someone who wants someone to fight for him, too. You see the speck of brown in the blue of his iris, and look down at the muddied water he’s in again. He wouldn’t appreciate the comparison the way you do.

You revel in it a bit, even if it’s wrong. Riff Lorton is crying in front of you, which is unheard of. You would think he wasn’t capable if you weren’t actively seeing proof of the opposite. You reach out to smooth his wet hair down, begin to speak, but he shakes his head, bites the inside of his wrist to quiet himself. You frown, take it in your free hand to pry it from between his teeth, and the ridges left in the skin are deep and red with angry heat. But he’s still crying, and you’re still here, though he has no idea why. He doesn’t know what it is. Is it you? Is it the fact he can’t remember the last time he bathed? Is there even a time to remember? 

He leans over the side of the bath and buries his face in your shoulder like the dark of his covered eyes would provide some solace. His arms hold you in place, a bit too tight. He’s dripping water onto you, turning your dress a pale gray to a charcoal one. You see a pink to his skin that’s new, and don’t know if it’s from the emotion, the steam, or from having layers of muck removed. It doesn’t matter. He’s pressing little kisses to your skin, blubbering out wet, thick ‘thank you’s. He tells you he loves you and it sounds foreign on his tongue, with his heavily accented voice, it sounds out of place. But the tone he says it in, like he’s pleading with you for something: acknowledgement, reciprocation, just more time to feel like this? He isn’t sure. He just knows he needs to say it. You say it back and he cries even more. He’ll feel pathetic in an hour, when you’ve drained the tub and wrapped him in a towel, and apologize even if you don’t want him to. He doesn’t have the mental capacity to feel anything but this right now. He loves you and it’s returned. His body feels light with all that extra weight taken off. He’s new. He’s pure. He’s clean.

[bijoumikhawal]

"historically polygamous societies loved to wage war and slavery to dispose of excess men and emphasize female conversion" okay all those things are true of monogamous societies too. Western Europeans are famously probably the best at war and slavery from the current standpoint and they're monogamous. And from the way you wrote that I can tell you were thinking of the middle east so what the fuck

[dittolicous]

the absolute worst feeling in the world is reading a wip fic and just falling 100% totally and gleefully in love with it, subscribing and jumping at every update.... just to suddenly realize that at some point, the fic took a subtle, but steady turn or subtext that you actually despise and it recontextualizes everything, and that you actually havent been enjoying it for a while, turning it from a fanfic you couldn't get enough of, to one that you disagree with on just about every level. but because it was so subtle, just to the left of what you usually like, you didn't realize any of that until it all finally came to a head to create a plot line/story you utterly hate.

[xazse]

Loser!Gojo with a long distance girlfriend he finally gets to meet and goes mad.

Loser!Satoru really can’t believe he’s managed to even get a girlfriend let alone an online relationship, he met you on an old game barely anyone plays and instantly clicked with you, you shared the same nerdy interests with things like monsters and magic.

His days with you are spent calling and texting for hours on end, he’ll spend his entire day just sitting on the phone talking about absolutely nothing with you! He loves it so much! It’s to the point where he’ll oversleep from being up all night and miss a lecture, you always scold him for not setting alarms.

Things start innocent and cute at first then you both get needy, the phone calls get nastier and nastier, with you sending him some of the raunchier photos of yourself, he fucking loves it. He’s a loaded dude so sending you some money to buy the next “it” lingerie is absolutely worth it in his opinion.

He’ll almost always in return send you videos of him pathetically jerking off his cock and whining so girlishly into the phone about what you do to him and what he’s going to do to you when he gets his hands on you.

The phone sex is downright sinful: it just exists of nasty squelching noises; you making sure Satoru can hear how wet he makes you and vise versa with him.

It gets to the point where he literally flies out to see you, he needs you in his embrace immediately and so damn badly, he’s straining in his pants thinking about your cute self.

When you see him, you figure out how really awkward he is, you have to carry the conversations but you don’t mind at all! It’s so cute seeing him stutter in your presence trying to formulate a sentence.

That night you two really can’t wait, fucking each other the same day you finally see one another is needed.

Satoru fucks you like he doesn’t even know you, his cock filts inside you so fucking nicely, he’s not big but he makes up for it with his speed and the way he’s perfectly hitting that sweet spot inside of you. You’re practically dripping and gripping his cock no not practically: you are.

As much as he tries to put on a big front while destroying you, you know he’s just a sensitive thing that’s holding his orgasm for you, it’s not long before he’s cumming into the condom with a drawn out groan before you. He gets hard again pretty quickly and after a quick pause he pushes inside your cunt again, wanting to do it all over again.

He also tries his hardest to not drool all over your neck, he doesn’t want to embarrass himself!

[sttoru]

outlaw!toji who initially kidnapped you for money, to rob you from your valuable belongings, eventually forms a strange attachment to you. he can’t help but feel a faint twinge of guilt for robbing a pretty and delicate little thing like you.

so, he decides to let you return to your beloved family in town. though he does not let you go completely.

every now and then when toji is passing by the town you reside in - avoiding sheriffs and other people whom could possibly recognise him from the wanted posters plastered on every wall - he looks for you.

of course, you freak out the first time he sneaked up on you. however slowly yet surely, you let your guard down. the outlaw didn’t harm you in any way after all.

“how ‘re ya doin’, princess?” toji would always greet you with that signature, cocky smirk of his, leaning against a nearby wall with his arms crossed over his chiseled chest or his hands on his worn gun belt.

sometimes you reply quickly, but on other occasions you indulge him and continue the conversation. it’s often at night that he visits you, so you have less of a chance to get caught together.

you don’t know when or how toji found out where your family’s house is. he simply started showing up at your balcony once in a while, just to catch up. after a couple times, you even let him in.

those nightly visits swiftly turned into something more intimate. it feels so wrong yet so right. a dangerous criminal who’s killed hundreds, who had even kidnapped you one day, being invited into your bed— how scandalous.

though you can’t help it. his callused yet warm hands that touch your skin, his burly body that presses you into the mattress just right, his slightly chapped lips that nip at your flesh and leave marks. . . you don’t regret a thing.

especially when you’re both catching your breath after an intense encounter. toji’s muscular body, filled with countless of scars, blankets yours easily. his arms cradle you to his bare chest afterwards and all you can do is relax against him.

“i think i really hit the jackpot with ya, aye? may not have robbed ya of yer stuff that day, but i got ma prize money one way or ‘nother,” the rugged outlaw grins as he lights up a cigar and holds it between his lips.

you can’t even tell him off for smoking in your room. toji’s fingers massage your scalp so good to the point you’re putty in his hands. the scent of tobacco is also comforting. it’s one you associate with him, because he always smells like it. it’s always a combination of tobacco, nature, horses and gunpowder.

toji knows that he has to leave before anyone comes checking in on you, but he can’t leave you when you look so adorable, clinging onto him like a lifeline.

every time he visits, it’s the same exciting story.

when toji is in a more sentimental mood, he takes you out on a ride. he settles you on the back of his horse, speeding off into the sunset, letting you enjoy the view outside of town.

the beautiful freedom that comes with the life of an outlaw. the freedom of seeing nature in all its glory. you get to experience it all.

at times, when you’re out and about, he takes his chance and teaches you how to handle a gun. toji knows you’ve been spoiled rotten by your parents growing up, so you probably haven’t touched a gun a day in your life. that’s where he comes in.

“oi, watch out. yer gonna blow my fuckin’ face off, girl,” toji grunts with a faint chuckle as he notices your clumsy hand gestures while holding his revolver. it’s endearing, truly. he doesn’t yet understand why it warms his heart to see you try and shoot at the targets he set up.

what the outlaw loves more than that, is when you’re both resting against a large oak tree, with his head on your lap. especially after he gets back from a long and successful heist in a far away town.

toji often lets his cowboy hat cover his face while he naps and uses your thighs as the perfect, plush pillow. the gentle breeze only adds to the perfect moment.

when you take his stetson and put it on your head instead in a innocent gesture, he lazily opens one eye and raises a brow in amusement.

“oh? that yer way of telling me y’ want a ride?” toji teases before pinching your cheek. he loves seeing that flustered expression on your face when you’re once again reminded of the cowboy hat rule he taught you the other day.

toji never misses the opportunity, however. he sits up and leans back against the tree trunk, patting his thick thighs which he spreads lightly.

“hop on f’ me then, pretty. show me how good of a cowgirl y’ are, yeah?”

well, briefly said, it’s never a dull moment with outlaw!toji.