#litterally no matter how well it’s played it sounds so bad

[commanderfloppy]

Niche Wintersday meme for me and the 3 other people who play Bell Choir

[dylsluvrs]

STRANGERS // MATTHEO RIDDLE

“i tried to be good, am i no good?”

playlist: strangers - ethel cain

summary: in which hufflepuff reader sees only the good in mattheo, while everyone else sees only the bad.

warnings: injuries, angst, fluff

a soft knock sounded on the door, the lightest of taps, tentative and sweet. a sigh left mattheo’s lips as he stood, pulling the door open with a bored look. it was late, the moon had long since cast a shadow over his dorm. but there you stood, in all your glory, a soft smile on your lips. “what’s wrong, sweetheart?” it had never been uncommon for you to visit mattheo, but you were usually asleep by this time, tucked up dreaming happily of what mattheo could imagine was rainbows and sunshine.

“couldn’t sleep. need you.” you leant forward, head connecting with his chest, arms coming to wrap tightly around his waist. the boy was always stunned by physical affection, no matter how much you give to him. “okay, dove. let’s get you to bed, hm?” you hummed into his chest, allowing him to pull you over to the bed. you curled up beneath the covers, pulling him down with you. and suddenly, the monster in his head was silent as he rested his head on your lap. your fingers came up to brush away his curls, twisting them around with such care. his breath hitched as your hand came to his cheek, soft knuckles tracing the bruise blooming under his eye.

“this is new.” he turned to look at you more clearly, searching your face for some form of anger or resentment. but there was nothing. nothing but adoration and pure love. you were so pure. so sweet. he’d never quite been able to fathom how you’d fallen in love with him. “does it hurt?” you were so careful with him. you loved him in a way that made him feel like porcelain. like you were scared he would break if you pressed too hard. and in a way, he would. “not anymore.” his voice was barely above a whisper, doe eyes trained on your soft features.

“please stop fighting, matty. i know it’s hard, but i hate seeing you hurt.” he let out a frustrated sigh, eyes finally tearing away from you. “you don’t understand! you don’t get what’s it’s like to be me. everyone likes you! people fear me!” he felt the way your body tensed, and your hand fell gently from his hair.

“i’m sorry. m’sorry, angel. i didn’t mean to shout.” he curled into your body, praying your hand would continue it’s path along his scalp. and it did. he knew you could never be angry with him, and in a way he took advantage of that.

“it’s okay. i know how difficult it is. but sod everybody else. let them fear you. they don’t know you like i do.” a drawn out sigh escaped him once more. he hated it. he hated the way you refused to think badly of him.

“what do you see in me, dove?” your hand stilled for a moment, your body twisting so you could look into his eyes. “everything they don’t.” mattheo’s eyes softened, and so did his heart. you had thawed the ice around it and taken it hostage. realistically he was a victim, but he’d happily play that role for you.

“you’re not as bad as everyone thinks you are, matt. you’re a good man. you’re not your father.” he huffed, digging his head further into your chest. his hand grasped your free one, playing with your fingers gently as a distraction. “i try to be good, dove. i really do.” you nodded knowingly, a soft pout on your lips as you traced the scars littering his skin gently. mattheo was in utter awe of you. how someone so soft, so kind, could’ve ever fallen in love with him. he was tainted black, kissed by the devil at birth. he’d never be able to love you the way you deserved. but he’d be damned if he didn’t try.

“am i no good?” you gasped suddenly, sitting up and pulling the brunette boy with you. your hands came up to cup his cheeks, thumbs delicately brushing over his skin. “you are all the good in the world, mattheo. i hate that you can’t see it.” he could see the few tears welling up in your eyes, pushing them away gently with his thumbs. every word you said to him was sincere, it wasn’t in your nature to lie. you adored him, more than anything.

“i love you. and you love me. that’s all that matters, okay?” he nodded, eyes boring into your own.

“i do love you.”

“i know. now, please, can we go to sleep? i have potions in the morning and i absolutely cannot be late.” he chuckled slowly, pulling you into his chest and breathing in your scent. he must’ve been blessed by an angel at some point in his life to have found you. and that’s all he needed to think about. the devil worked hard, but you worked harder.

[hopesangelsprite]

♡ Mine ♡

Illumi x black!chubby!reader

Summary: Illumi's tired of worrying about losing you... so he decides it's time to change that forever.

Warnings: language, lighthearted murder threats; other than those it's pretty domestic.

"We should get married."

Any traces of fatigue in your body vanished after those words fell upon your previously resting ears. You stayed still, waiting for any indication that what you'd heard was a mistake on your part. There was nothing but silence and the barely audible sound of your lover's breathing. Then that silence was broken once again.

"What do you think?", Illumi questioned from his spot draped across your stomach. What'd you think... what did you think? Well, you were wondering what had brought such a question about and how random its utterance was. Before he'd spoken, the two of you had been cuddling for about 3 hours prior. Technically, Illumi had come in unannounced and sprawled across you unceremoniously before shimmying down so that his head could rest on your abdomen. Occasionally he'd poke or pinch you out of boredom, now and then he'd nibble at you just because he could, and you wouldn't do anything about it.

The atmosphere had been comfortable. Nothing in the air alluded to the impromptu proposal that had just been made. "I'm just wondering where that question came from honestly.", you finally spoke while sitting up to peer down at Illumi. He simply hummed at repositioned himself so that he was practically sitting in your lap, which you'd be sure to tease him about later. "We've been seeing each other for about a year now, and my parents somewhat approve of you. It's time we make it official that you're mine.", he stated matter-of-factly. You blinked at him, and he blinked back.

He wasn't wrong. Your one-year anniversary would be coming up in a month and neither of you had any intentions of leaving each other whether it be in the near future or otherwise. It was true that Silva and Kikyo liked you enough not to kill you, it'd taken Killua a while to warm up to you but once he had he considered you as his older sister. He'd even gone as far as to warn Illumi never to hurt you "or else", which you both found adorable. The thought of marrying Illumi didn't sound bad at all, in fact, it filled your heart with that warm fuzzy feeling people sang about in love songs. Still, you were in a silly goofy mood and felt like pulling his chain.

"And what if I said no?", you questioned. Illumi stopped separating your curls to glare at you softly. "I'd kill someone.", he answered after a beat of silence. You smirked and rested your hands on his waist before tilting your head. It was a vague answer yet one you'd expected. "Who?", you pressed further prompting him to think for a moment. "One of those idol singers you like so much, maybe (insert fave idol name).", he replied while fluffing up your hair like a pillow. You scoffed, offended at his words as well as his blatant attack on one of your favorite humans.

"You wouldn't."

"Fuck around and find out."

"Language!"

Illumi rolled his eyes and released your hair to lean back on his palms. His change in posture offered you a wonderful view of his abdomen, toned muscles littered with barely visible scars and lipstick stains from earlier. "Where's all this attitude coming from, mister?", you inquired earning another eye roll. "Don't play with me. It's so not worth it, bro.", he warned. You gawked, thoroughly shocked at his use of your favorite phrases against you. He was in a silly goofy mood too it seemed. A chuckle escaped you as you shook your head. This was going to be a very long and entertaining marriage. "I'm gagged.", you muttered under your breath forgetting how heightened Illumi's sense of hearing was.

"Not as much as you should be... but that's fixable.", he sighed painting another shocked expression across your face. You shook your head vehemently while throwing yourself back onto your pillows. "Nope, I'm done. No way I'm marrying a man sassier than I am, there's simply no way.", you huffed out. Before you could say anything else, Illumi caged you in with his arms now straddling you properly. His hair fell around you two to create a dark, silky veil. "How about now?", he asked while gesturing to his left hand. You tilted your head to see an open ring box.

The ring inside it pushed all thoughts of where he could've been hiding the box from your head. Bands of expertly crafted and delicate silver had been woven to encircle the biggest emerald diamond you'd ever seen. It was a thing of true beauty, nothing like you'd ever seen or would ever see again anywhere else in the world. "I've changed my mind, when's the wedding date, pretty boy!", you cooed while wrapping your arms around your future husband's neck.

Illumi dealt you another eye-roll before pressing a kiss to your lips. You smiled into his cool lips and tucked some of his hair behind his ears while reciprocating the kiss. The kiss broke after a few breathless moments and Illumi rolled off of you to cuddle into your side. Gently, he took your hand and slipped the ring onto your awaiting finger. It fit perfectly.

You beamed brightly and tucked your face into the crook of his neck. "Crazy that I had to show you a diamond to convince you to marry me.", he spoke into your hair earning a lighthearted smack to his arm. "Shut up, you already knew I would marry you because I love you. Unlike you who's marrying me for my good looks and backside.", you teased. Silence followed your statement, yet you could practically hear the smirk on his face.

"Motherfucker."

"Language, my love."

Yeah, agreeing to marry this idiot would probably be the greatest mistake of your life, and you wouldn't have it any other way.

[aforestescape]

thinking about letting your friend, loser!konig grope you

content includes: idk man, consensual somno, chubby/fat reader, afab reader, gn reader, cunnilingus, p.in.v sex

it was so hard not to make this man a freak😔. i know this man would be stealing panties and huffing them like drugs

it’s dim and cloudy outside, rain batting against the window. the heavy resonance of thunder hitting every minute letting you know the storm won’t be ending anytime soon.

you’d been planning on going out with konig after classes but it looked like the weather had won over. you guys decided to huddle up in your bed, the plush blanket covering you both, most of it over konigs large form, as you watched random youtube videos on your television.

between the lulling sound of the rain and how warm you felt sharing your space with him you could feel drowsiness settling in. your clouded vision moving over to konig between heavy blinks to see his gaze shift from the tv to you. another long blink and you can see his eyes flicker from your face to your chest.

he’s mesmerized by the sight, how soft and plush you look. all cozy and tired. feeling comfortable enough in his presence to fall asleep next to him. it makes him feel guilty as he watches the slow rise and fall of your chest. licking over his chapped, scarred lips as he stares at the roundness of your tits. what he’d give for a chance to touch you, to feel your warm skin against his large and scar littered hands.

he has to fight himself to not touch you. you’re his friend and you definitely aren’t interested in him. it’s a surprise and miracle in itself that you decided to befriend him in the first place. even if people could look past how tall and imposing he was they still saw him as a weirdo, a freak. he was anxious around others he didn’t know well, had interests that were deemed inappropriate and childish.

he felt like you being in his life was a gift for the years of loneliness he’d endured. but he wouldn’t push his luck, no matter how much he wanted to explore your beautiful body.

konig lets out a shaky breath, eyes flicking up to your face to see your eyes already locked on him. a blush creeps up his neck and cheeks. your low eyes, the evident tiredness in them and he hopes you don’t realize he was staring at you with hunger.

he shifts his gaze away and back to the television. your gaze staying on his face for a few seconds, enjoying how adorable and pathetic he looks. it’s not lost on your that your friend has a crush on you. that he’s probably a virgin or at least had very little action. you’ve talked about it before, how much it hurts him to not only have no friends but nobody interested in dating him. nobody has ever seemed to want him, an impossibility in his eyes.

it made you feel bad for him. he was your friend, of course you could find things in him that would appeal to others romantically. it was just that you didn’t date. you didn’t want to and didn’t like to engage in any type of relationships. you were focused on other aspects of your life and more than content with being single. but konig always made you burn inside.

you never would have thought you had an innocence kink until you met him. or was it his submission? how easily and pathetically you knew he’d crumble if you gave him the opportunity to touch you. it made you feel powerful and ignited a fire in your veins. made wetness pool between your thighs.

there didn’t seem like a better time than now. your hand reaching down the bed to grab a hold of his. you idly play with his fingers in your sleepy haze. comparing the difference between the sizes, the difference in texture and complexion. gently running a finger over his palm, trailing down as you trace shapes in his freckles.

your eyes move up to his, keeping them locked on the pretty greenish blue of them as you bring his hand closer to you. pulling it towards your chest and making him cup your breast in his hand. a smirk pulls on your lips as his eyes widen, stuck on your chest. you give a slight squeeze, before holding his hand there.

“do you want me to stop,” you ask him softly, voice laced with drowsiness. he blinks at you, his eyes slightly wild like he can’t believe this is happening. you roll your eyes at his lack of words, tutting at him.

“c’mon i need your consent. yes or no.” konig let’s out another breath, moving his hand on his own, squeezing your tit. you let out a soft gasp, cunt clenching around nothing at his greedy grip.

“y-yes schatz,” he stumbles out. you let out a hum, closing your eyes. you let yourself drift off to sleep while his large hands weigh your tits in them. your actions emboldening him to pull your top down. his fingers running over your soft nipples, rubbing tight circles until they peak under his touch.

you can almost feel his greedy touch as you sleep peacefully. his hands moving to remove your clothes. running over the rolls of fat and stretch marks that cover your body. quiet groans leaving his mouth as he takes his fill of you. finally, finally being able to get his hands on you after months of being in the friend zone.

if this is his only chance he’s going to make it count. his hand dipping between your plush thighs to feel your wetness. his large, hung cock drooling in the confines of his pants. he moves down in your bed, hovering over the lower half of your body. running his hands up and down your thighs, your wetness smearing against your soft skin.

he spreads your thighs apart to finally get a look at your pretty cunt. he almost wants to take his time looking at you. detailing your pretty, glistening cunt to memory. but he delved his head down instead, taking a large huff of your cunt and groaning. the puff of air he lets out against you making you whimper quietly in your sleep.

konig flattens his tongue, licking from your cunt and up to your clit. he moans at the taste of you, licking you again to gather your wetness on his tongue. he’s hardly started and yet he knows he won’t ever get enough of you. licking and suckling on your clit. his thumb pressed against your leaking hole as he eats you out.

he pulls back slightly to spit on your cunt, watching the saliva trail down. leaning back in to lick up the trail it left and sucking your clit as he reaches it. he repeats the movement again and again. your wetness seeping and bursting onto his tongue. making him moan and pant as he moves his head side to side. coating his face in your juices while he takes his fill of you.

the smell of you all around him makes him light headed. the taste of you, the tired little whimpers you let out going to his aching cock. he ruts his hips against the mattress, thrusting against the fabric as he devours your pussy. he doesn’t stop until you let out a burst of wetness and cum on his tongue. lapping it up eagerly, moaning and mumbling praises against your spasming cunt.

konig lets out a groan as he sits back up. a mixture of saliva and your sweet juices on his face as he stares down at your cunt. he has to catch his breath, taking the time to touch you. caressing the fat of your thighs and squeezing them. you’re a breathtaking view to him. konig feels like he’s on autopilot as he reaches one hand up to collect your wetness on his fingers.

the pads of his index and middle finger pressing against your clit to rub tight circles. it’s an addictive sight, watching you tremble in your sleep. the lightning from outside briefly lighting up your prone form. your cunt clenching around nothing with each circle he makes on your bud. he could get used to this.

licking over his lips, with the taste of you on them, he moves to get out of his pants. stumbling out of the fabric and throwing it onto the floor out of sight. settling back between your spread legs. konig hooks your thighs over his as he grips his large, weeping cock in his grasp. ragged breaths leaving his lips as he gives a few desperate tugs. pulling back his foreskin to smear his precum along the shaft.

“du bist perfekt, mein schatz. absolut perfekt.”

konig leans over your body, pressing his shaft against your slippery cunt. shifting his hips to run his length up your pretty cunt slowly and then back down. he moves his hips repeatedly, setting a slow, steady pace as he rubs against you. his hands and muscles trembling as he pushes your thighs back more. blunt nails digging into your plush skin as he picks up speed.

“ah fuck. du fühlst dich so gut an schatz- fuck. so gut.”

you wake back up briefly to konig rutting against you. his head tossed back and pretty eyes squeezed shut as he shifts his hips back and forth. a pool of wetness under you, both of your arousal smeared along your cunt, inner thighs and the fat of your stomach. his spongy head rubbing against your clit repeatedly has you moaning.

not sure how many times you’ve cum at this point as your body quickly succumbs to the building pleasure. toes curling as you reach out to grab the sheets. moaning out konigs name and hearing him whine in pleasure in response. his eyes meet yours, shining with desire as sees you awake.

“ah bitte. fick mein schatz. bitte- please. lass mich ihn reinstecken. ich muss in dir sein. let me in.”

you’re too lost in the feeling as konig stops his thrusts to hold his cock, swiping his leaking head against your clit. you nod your head at him, trying to chase that high feeling inside of you. he lets out a groan, a string up thanks and curses leaving his lips as he replaces his cock with his thumb on your clit.

rubbing it back and forth while lining his large cock with your entrance. pressing against your slick, wet heat and grunting as the head pushes in. you tell him to keep going, bucking your hips so he’ll continue slipping inside of you.

konigs mind is reeling as he feels you around him. your spongy walls wrapping around him is utter bliss. the way you moan and cry under him as he stretches you out spurring him on. as he bottoms out inside of you you’re right on the edge. hands moving to grab onto his forearms as he slowly pulls out of you. nails digging in with with every thrust back into of you.

“fuck schatz. ihr seid so-“

he can’t finish his statement as he feels your walls spasming around him. konigs thrusts growing faster as he watches your body tense up. you’re so gorgeous he can hardly think, hardly breathe as he fucks you. a pathetic whiny noise leaving him as he cums. thrusts growing ragged as konig chases the feeling of filling you up.

you’re shaking under him, legs twitching and he has to hold himself up on his forearms to keep from crushing you under him. his thrusts slow as he tries to catch his breath. you wrap your arms around him to pull him into you, his head resting in the crook of your neck.

your hands running up and down his back as he settles into you. keeping his spent cock inside of you, wanting to keep every last drop of his seed inside of you. he can’t even be ashamed at cuming so fast, it feels like heaven being sunk inside of your cunt.

you offer him gentle pecks on his neck, eyes closed as you start to drift off. the quiet sound of the rain and video, konigs breath against you lulling you to sleep.

this wasn’t supposed to be this long or include sex at first lol. hope you enjoyed it xd

update: forgot to add that i used deepL translate for the german. also there’s so many spelling mistakes omg, i’ve fixed them now though

[cheolhub]

switch jun who loves being in power but also gets sooo subby when he gets lost in pleasure when he’s inside u

SWITCH!JUNHUI

cw. lots of cum, lots of mess, lots of jun crying and overstimulating himself, & lots of dumbification + mating press for funsies :p [MINORS DNI 18+]

note. MIKA HERE U GO AGAIN BEING CRAZY. i did a lil headcanon thing of him being a dom in a sub way? (but it got kinda long sorry) 🙊 i hope u like it and hopefully it makes sense >< i know it’s kinda different lol,,,& FINALLY, happy birthday junbug <333 i love u (not proofread bc it’s me and i don’t do that /hj)

switch!jun who likes to think he’s in charge all the time, but when it comes down to being all wrapped up in your warm cunt, he’s really just your pretty, whiny boy.

your pretty boy who’s pounding into you— giving you everything he’s got— just so you can praise him on how well he’s doing.

your pretty boy who’s prematurely cumming inside of you the second you tell him how much of a good boy he is. he just can’t help it, he loves hearing it. he loves being good for you.

your pretty boy who’s moaning out pitiful “i love you’s” and “i’m sorry’s” while fucking his cum back into you, dead set on getting you to cum for him no matter how overstimulated he is.

switch!jun who’s lost his mind after filling you up for the first time and doesn’t know where to put his massive hands.

so he alternates.

he’ll have a bruising grip on your waist at first, fucking into you mercilessly. you know you’ll wake up the next morning all sore and purple, but he doesn’t care. you don’t even care. you know your skin will be littered with jun-shaped bruises, but who gives a fuck when he’s this needy.

then, his pretty hands will come up to grope your tits— his left hand kneading the flesh on one and the right pinching at your nipple on the other— just because he loves to play with them. especially when he hears your cute whines after he pinches the bud a bit too hard.

and then, he’ll cup your face and press his lips against yours, sloppily kissing you. and it’s so messy, but everything with junhui is always messy. his spit trailing down your chin and neck, the sticky load of cum that connects the two of you, literally every single move he’s made up to this point— everything— and yet, he’s so shameless about it.

and finally, he’ll move back down, hands grabbing at the back of your thighs and pinning them to your chest while he fucks more cum deeper and deeper inside of you. he knows it feels the best for you in this position anyway.

switch!jun who needs to fill you to the brim. who needs to make sure he’s emptied every single drop of cum that he has inside of you. it doesn’t matter if you’ve cum— once, twice, three times— you’re going to take it. all of it.

he needs you to feel his cock and cum for days. needs you to be reminded of how much he loves you every single second of every single day. never mistake it for a want, he needs it. needs you.

he needs you so bad that it has him sobbing into your neck and trying to mask it by biting and nipping at your skin, leaving marks all over. he doesn’t care that his cock is practically rubbed raw with his tip burning red, he so astronomically down bad for you that it has him twitching and shaking and shuddering all the while he continues to fuck you. his impressive speed never falters.

switch!jun who takes pleasure in seeing that you’re in no better shape than him.

it makes him feel better to know you’re just as fucked out and dumb as he is. he loves the way you jolt, the way you cry and beg, the way it feels like you never stop cumming around his cock. he loves everything about it. from the lewd sound of his balls slapping against your creamed cunt to the way your nails bite into his skin, sure to leave a mark.

he loves, loves, loves everything about you.

it has him close. you always get him to the edge so quick. he swears you’re heaven-sent.

switch!jun who doesn’t really give a fuck about power when he’s filling you up for what’s finally the last load. he’s lost count of how many times he’s cum, but he doesn’t care. it doesn’t matter. you’ve milked him dry just like he wanted.

he’s content.

switch!jun who loves pulling out to see the mess he’s made between the two of you. his eyes are zeoring in on the way your cunt just leaks and leaks. it’s such a beautiful sight that he wants to take a picture, but he just burns a mental photo into his brain.

if he hadn’t cum countless times, this sight alone would be enough to make him hard again.

he pushes back into you in order to keep his cum where it belongs and it elicits a broken moan from you.

he just weakly shushes you, sweaty body gently toppling onto yours. his lips pepper kisses across your heated skin.

and his words come out whispered against you, “i’ll clean you up in a bit, my love, let’s just stay like this for a little.”

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[timetravellibrarian]

Zoro x reader

Summary: A man seeks to follow his dreams, following only the path his swords carve for him and wherever his crew goes. Little does he know that the missing piece in his life, his soulmate whom he doesn't admit that he tries to seek would end up in a love-hate relationship

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Chapter Four

Dance lessons, decor planning, seating arrangements, guests, food, guards, flowers, attire fittings and so much more. That was what filled your schedule the past few weeks. The wedding had been delayed by another month due to extreme weather's that had balegan in the region but now preparations were at full swing.

You sat in the women's bathhouses releasing the stress and tension in your shoulders in the steaming hot water. Lyra had been dismissed for the day to attend to family matters leaving you to peruse the places a princess was allowed to be in the kingdom. Meaning no visits to the sea.

Secretly you were hoping to catch a break from it all. The questions like " How do you feel now that you're getting married?" and statements such as "Congratulations,my lady." You were getting tired of seeing prince Cassius attending to your every step and move like a love-struck puppy.

No offence to the man ofcourse , he was lovely. He brought flowers almost all the time he met you. He littered your hand with soft kisses when ever he'd greet. He'd humour you with tales of his upbringing as well as asked to know more about you. He was everything a maiden would dream of. But in your eyes it felt like a farce.

You didn't even know how to explain it. Like that feeling in your body that gives you warning signals about people. Sometimes they were wrong, most times they were right.

You hoped to whatever high power that was out there that you were wrong.

"Fancy seeing you here." Your older sister, Ophelia, broke you out of your thoughts. She was like the carbon copy of your mother. Dutiful, kind, obedient and gorgeous. She deserved the best. Why couldn't she marry Cassius? She is the eldest daughter and is far more graceful than the young woman who sits on precarious rocks just to stare longingly at the ocean.

"I got tired of people stripping me bare to fit me into wedding dresses."

Ophelia held in a laugh," You make it sound like it's torture." She settled into the water, making sure her hair didn't touch the wet surface.

"Picture getting naked infront of a bunch of strangers." You reached out for the small cup of sake you decided to treat yourself with.

She frowned," We are forbidden from drinking."

You downed the cup infront of you and poured yourself another,"Hasn't stopped me, has it?"

"I swear that tolerance of yours is just as high as father's, maybe even worse." She moved closer and stole the bottle, placing it far from your reach, much to your chagrin. "What's got you in such a stupor– you gave her a look–besides the whole wedding situation?"

Before the words of complaint could even leave your lips you refrained. If you told her what you truly felt it wouldnt change much, maybe she might report to mother. Then you'd be scolded for not being grateful at being married to such a kind prince.

"The weather. It's been looking rather awful." You sighed and looked away, the bottle looking quite comforting as it sat out of your reach.

"That doesn't make sense."

You looked her in the eyes, "Some day it will, I just don't know when." Standing up from the water you grabbed a towel and the your bottle and left the place, making sure to leave the place decent.

Damn, I miss Lyra.

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It was yours and Prince Cassius wedding.

Celebrations, well-wishers, and sexual innuendos thrown by that one uncle. Happy times.

"Lyra, get me another bottle please." You whispered to your trusted handmaiden and friend.

"It's not that bad ,my lady!" She chuckled.

Noble men, women,and honoured guests were feasting. The bards played songs of victory about past battles and later sang love songs to soothe everyone's hearts.

"A TOAST TO MY GORGEOUS DAUGHTER!" A half drunk king yelled," MY PRIDE AND JOY!" Everyone cheered with him and downed their drinks in one go. Mother shook her head with a smile before throwing a wink at you and mouthing "We love you."

Honestly seeing your father drunk was both concerning and heartwarming. Concerning because he never could get drunk with his alcohol tolerance. Heartwarming because he said what he truly felt about his family. About you. Then again there were times when he'd be violent, arguing with his advisors. Then other amusing times when he had refused to sit next to your mother because , to quote, "I LOVE MY WIFE ONLY WOMAN! DONT TEST MY PATIENCE!" which had occured years ago. He thought mother was trying to seduce him but he refused thinking she was another woman.

Now he was yelling blessings like a proud man. Mother took a small sip of her wine beside him, making sure that atleast one of them was a bit sober. That sound decisions could be made.

Your brothers; Amav and Kyro, twins , were dancing with a few ladies, sharing some funny jokes. Their eyes crinkling as they laughed. Ophelia sat beside mother like a dutiful daughter, not taking a sip of the drink in front of her. But she definitely was enjoying the cake. Rhen, the youngest of you all, only ten, was busy climbing on father's chair to try and take a sip of his drink only to be taken away by Lyra who scolded him on his actions.

Maybe getting married wasn't so bad. Maybe life would get better from now and for years to come. You felt an uneasy feeling, the mark at your wrist stinging. Maybe your soulmate was hurt? It's not disappearing so he's not dead.

Forgive me my love, I may have left you before I could even learn to love you

"Berry for your thoughts, my bride?" Cassius asked, his right hand linking with your left. His gaze falling to yours, eyes bright. Lips smiling. The same lips you had kissed when you said your vows. The man you'd be bound to for eternity, not by fate but by law.

You smiled," It's a wonderful day. The kingdom rejoices. No wars to be fought. It's perfect."

"And how are you? You speak of everything else but yourself, darling." He brought a spoon with cake to your lips. You ate it.

"To be fair, this arrangement felt so sudden. I have yet to learn who Cassius from Arkland is and he is yet to know me." The music faded as the two of you conversed. Dancing had begun and soon your mother and father were on the dance floor and Cassius' parents.

"You have yet to learn about me, my bride." He stood up, offering his hand,"For now you can learn about my exceptional dance skills."

You hesitate,"That's a start I guess." And he whisked you away, carrying you bridal style towards the middle of the ballroom and gently placing you on your feet.

His right hand went to your waist, his left holding onto your hand and soon he led you across the floors to the rhythm of the song.

The crowds of guests had stood aside, watching the two of you as if the both of you were a fairytale. Like you were meant for each other, like soulmates.

A wolf whistle could be heard coming from the crowd," THATS MY SISTER!!" Kyro yelled, a proud smile on his features. Amav hit him over the head before he could embarrass himself further. "YOU LOOK AMAZING!" He yelled, forgetting his earlier intentions and screaming his heart out.

You nearly laughed at the sight.

"We may have started off as strangers, my lady. Trust me when I say I was against the idea of suddenly marrying a woman and trying to get to know her for a few months." Cassius admitted , his breath fanning your neck sending goosebumos down your spine.

"You and I both then."

The music crescendos and he spun you around before lifting you into the air and placing you back down gently. "But now that I've seen you. Now that I know your gentle heart. I can't help but fall into the abyss of a foreign feeling. "

You kept up with his pace, moving in and out before spinning again. Your dress billowing around you. You took note of his wording. Smiling up at him as he smiled at you. Only letting the false smile go when your back was to him.

Lyra watched as the both of you danced like two swans in a lake. It was clear to her that Cassius was leading. She saw all those dance lessons making her lose hope in your sense of rhythm.

Her eyes went to see Cassius' mother and father. They hadn't drunk the wine at all throughout the wedding. Maybe they were abstainimg from it? No. It was something more. Lyra herself liked to indulge in a drink or two but since her lady was keeping those drinks occupied throughout the wedding she decided to be sober in the case of making sure no one took advantage. Not even her husband. She held little Rhen by the hand, leading her toward the exit to get her changed since some food had stained her dress. She passed a coughing attendant and handed her a glass of water. "Are you alright?" She knelt down and gave her a napkin seeing an alarmingly red substance get wiped off when the woman let go of the napkin. "Blood...?"

"Do you want to know what that feeling is my love?" Cassius whispered back to you. It was like he was sharing a secret nobody had to know but you. An intimate secret.

He pulled you in, grip gentle but firm. You furrowed an eyebrow, moving in a bit closer to try and hear him over the music. "What is it, if I may ask."

He went in, giving you a soft kiss on the lips. Once they parted, he kissed your temple. "Guilt my love. As much love as I may harbour for you, I doubt it would be enough for you to reconsider and forgive me."

Your eyes looked into his, the music blocking out almost everything going on around you. Almost.

Coughs had erupted from everyone. The results of their coughing dripping down slowing from their lips, eyes wide in fear and shock.

"GET A DOCTOR!" Ophelia had yelled, trying to get your collapsed father from the floor. You mother had tears in her eyes, tears of pain. On the other side of the crowd lay Amav and Kyro unmoving. Their hands held tightly together from trying to previously pick each other up once the other had collapsed. Their lips coated in blood.

It was something out of a nightmare. Blood splattered every where, on the floor, on the table. Your eyes widened in horror.

"What did you do?!" You tried to push against Cassius chest to try and assist your family. To try and save your guests.

"I don't like it at all. But mother says it's the most effective method." He said, no longer whispering in your ears . "Painless."

Lyra's eyes widened and quickly she ran and pulled Ophelia away from the dead bodies of her mother and father. Rhem was frozen in shock , being pulled away by Lyra.

"Come on, we have to get out of here!" Her eyes went to her friend, to you. She'd promised herself she would save you later. That she'd make sure to get you back alive. First she had to get the royals in her care out if harm's way.

Tears cascaded down your cheeks as you begged for Cassius to let you go. Your heart unable to take the loss of your family and friends. You pushed and kicked but it was as if he felt nothing. All your strength had left you, and not even the buzz of the alcohol in your system could numb the hurt.

"YOU MONSTER!!!!"

He hushed you, placing your head on his chest as you cried. Your voice faded into a whisper, "You monster!?"

True to what you had thought , promises are merely words used to appease fools. A wedding to unite families. A promise. Everyone was a fool.

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Zoro woke up in a cold sweat, his eyes searching the room. Everyone was asleep in their beds, fully knocked out from all the fighting they had done in Enemies Lobby. He stood up and headed for the bathroom.

His hands held the sink as if he was trying to steady himself. Zoro looked in the mirror. Locks of green strewn all over his forehead, dark circles under his eyes, heartbeat going to fast. What the hell was happening? It's like his heart was shattering into pieces but he didn't know why. From what he knew, he thought the mark on his wrist was just there to tell himwho his soulmate was. What's with all the random emotions?

"Are you alright Zoro?" Robin's voice broke him out of his thoughts. She had a cup of tea in her hands.

The swordsman nodded, though it wasn't believable to the woman."I'm guessing it's your soulmate?"He stayed silent before turning on the tap and washing his face to try and wake up.

"I may be able to help you. If you want me to..." She offered. Ever since she had joined the Strawhats she felt safe, happy. The thought of them getting hurt because of her past had scared her. Made her surrender to CP9. Now she had been rescued from the World Government's clutches thanks to her friends, her family.

Zoro deleted his pride for the moment, thinking about the pro's and cons of opening up the shell that is his soulmate. "Yeah,"

They found themselves outside, Zoro facing the waves as they lapped against the ship. Robin took a seat at one of the chairs that had been left outside. She took a sip of her tea.

"So..."

"So?"

"What do you wanna know, Swordsman.?"

Zoro stood silently, thinking about whether or not he would want to ask the question. The crew would tease him if they found out how much he really cared about whoever he was connected to. That he would be willing to die for them. He grew up with the mark as a reminder that he wasn't alone out here in this great big world. Now he was never alone with this crew. But what about the person he was meant to love?is she alone?Does she have a family?

"Do soulmate marks get you physically?" He didn't know how to word the question.

"Well, according to research made for centuries, your type of mark does infact connect you to your soulmate, anything like strong emotions and injuries, though those are faint when felt." She answered, adjusting her gown due to the cold wind.

"What does it mean if it actually felt really painful?"

Robin hesitated then looked at him, "Then it must be something extremely traumatic or extreme happiness."

Zoro frowned, there was no f-ing way that the feeling he felt was happiness. It was a feeling of broken hopes. Hurt. Mourning.

"And is there a way we can trace where my soulmate mark is bonded to?"

Robin shook her head, a small frown on hsr face.

Zoro sighed, maybe it truly was up to fate to bring both you and your love together and judgkng by how the mark is slightly faint anything could happen.

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[slytherinshua]

and and i know this is so overrated but just chilling in your home with bf namjoon :( cuddled up while you’re reading a book or cooking together… or a date n walking around th park or or museum date :((( i’m so soft for him literally stop 🥹

Stop omg it’s literally so domestic whenever you’re with Joon. Even when you’re out on a date it’s just so relaxing and healing just cause you’re with Namjoon.

He likes to go to museums or bike around the park or just walk hand in hand. And he’ll dress like SUCH a boyfriend with loose over-shirts or big sweatshirts and have a messenger bag hung around his shoulder where he keeps his notebook and other things.

He’ll stop at a random bench in the park and pull out the notebook to write lyrics that suddenly came to him. And you just watch in awe as he looks around the park at the scenic view and other people walking their dogs or playing with a frisbee, and he just starts writing and his dimple pops out, and you fall in love all over again.

And when he takes you to the museum he always has fun facts about EVERY painting or piece of artwork there. Even if it looks like some weird squiggly lines or smudges (smh you don’t appreciate modern art like he does) he’ll start explaining in SUCH detail what the process was for creating the piece, and how the artist put a piece of their soul in everything they create.

You try to gain even a fraction as much appreciation for the art as your boyfriend does, but you kinda tune out once he starts explaining to just stare at him. Cause he just looks so attractive when he’s talking about the things he loves that you just can’t look away!! And if his dimples appear when he’s talking cause he’s smiling so much, you sneak in a kiss on them because you can’t help yourself </3

Cooking would be… uhm… 🧍‍♀️yeah… it’s just you trying desperately to make sure Joon doesn’t burn the entire kitchen down. And he’s trying his BEST okay 😭 he really really is, but he’s just… so… bad at it. HE NEEDS HELP OKAY LIKE A LOT OF HELP.

But lucky for him, you are always happy to help :D you would place your hands over his as he’s trying to chop an onion and complaining about the tears. Really, you’re worried he’ll chop his finger off, so you try to guide the knife steadily. It kinda backfires, because he gets flustered and his cheeks just flush a bright red and he goes abnormally quiet.

“Babe, you okay?”

“O-oh, yeah…”

“We’re making soup, remember? Can you peel the carrots?”

He just looks at you cluelessly until you direct him to the cutting board with 2 carrots and a vegetable peeler.

Namjoon loves to cuddle you while working in his studio. He’s getting frustrated with this song he promised to do as a collab with another artist. Those are most stressful cause he feels so much pressure to do well on them, and no matter how much tweaking he does, the song just sounds so bland and boring.

Discarding his headphones, he finally decides to take a break. He swivels around in his chair to find you on the couch behind him, hands hugging your legs as you scroll through your phone mindlessly.

And the biggest smile just blooms on his face because he’s feels so lucky that you are his girlfriend and that he can just go hug you and kiss you whenever he wants. So he joins you on the couch, pulling you until you fall into his arms. And you two just stay like that, your head snuggled into his chest, breathing in his familiar scent.

He can’t help but litter kisses on your forehead and temple, muttering soft ‘I love you’s and ‘I’m so lucky to have you’. You always relax completely when you’re in his arms because it is truly the safest place you could ever be. Listening to his steady heartbeat and subconsciously matching your breathing with his, you feel completely at ease and utterly in love.

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hi eps!!!! i am five hours late to the suggestion thing lmao (if you are no longer taking these, absolutely no worries! please feel free to ignore this :) )

how about sponge and plo koon? maybe clone wars era? they both have big parent energy imo lmao

Envious Admiration

Summary: Sponge wishes they had been assigned to the 104th.

[In which I continue to make Sponge's life a cruel tragedy. Especially by presenting them with something they want but can never have. After all, they're too devoted a caretaker to leave the 501st.]

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There's something inherently familial about being one of a few assigned caretakers for a battalion full of rowdy, accident prone men. It's not intrinsically parental (they're all too close to age for that), but there is a sort of older sibling connection at play. Even when you care for vode older than you.

It's no secret that Sponge feels responsible over the men of the 501st. Has always felt responsible over anyone that they had ever had to treat. Be they a tubie they'd been made to hold to both learn how to handle infants (defenseless lap children in the middle warzones was a thought that made their skin crawl and their stomach flip with anxiety) and to provide much needed skin to skin contact, unfortunate cadets going through the roughest patches of their accelerated puberty (and they still remembered how bad Tup and Dogma had smelled, and how ugly their acne riddled faces had looked, and the memory was both nostalgic and painful with one of them gone), or even some idiot ARCs doing what they shouldn't at the wrong place and wrong time (Echo had been just as much of a nuisance as Fives, but he'd at least been a pleasant conversationalist, and how much Sponge missed him sometimes... Especially seeing how erratic his twin could when he felt at a loss for what to do).

Everyone that they'd ever had to care for were their responsibility. One in millions of connections they would hold dear to them, no matter how much they could annoy them at times. How much they stressed and brought them to near tears.

That said, nothing can quite compare for what it's like to be graced with being cared for by a Jedi of general Plo Koon's caliber.

Sponge is not a fan of general Skywalker.

Has never really been fond of the too brash hot-headed Jedi, who's solution to most problems involved waving a laser sword around. Is especially not happy when it comes to how he had taught his Padawan-learner. How he had poisoned her mind with behaviors the medic considered highly appalling. And, as much as it hurt to admit, Sponge was glad she'd been able to escape his influence.

Sponge is not a fan of general Skywalker. But they are a fan of general Koon.

Especially considering the man's proclamations of caring for the clone troopers he presided over actually feel genuine. Genuine and respectful. Unlike certain poster boys with blond captains at their beck and call...

"You mustn't push yourself so hard." The Kel Dor sounds concerned, as he helps them walk across the droid and corpse littered battlefield. Their leg was broken, and there was a gash on their side that was bleeding profusely. But they'd kept going. Kept mending. Kept treating. Until the Jedi had come to their aid. Fearing for their safety when no one else had. "A healer can only heal so much before they too must be tended to..."

"I couldn't sit back and wait, sir." They bow their head respectfully. Their tone softer in reverence they can barely conceal. Envy of the Wolfpack's medics fills their very core. "Not when so many needed me."

"You are a nurturing sort, I see..." And there is fondness in that deep modulated voice. They don't doubt there is fondness in his google-covered eyes as well. "I suspect your shifts must be lively with flighty sorts."

"Too many to count sir." And they can't help grin from ear to ear. The blood loss making them sloppily familiar with the general dragging them away from potential death. "No clone is fond of a doctor's visit, you see..."

They wonder if Jelly would have lived, had they both been assigned to the 104th. Maybe Plo Koon would have cared enough to search for their squadron if they had been. Maybe he would have been able to save Sponge's ori'vod.

Skywalker sure hadn't.

[softly-potter]

Where Do Babies Come From?

Summary: Wanda & Bucky are more over their heads than they originally thought when finding out she’s pregnant. Lightly inspired by "Where Do Babies Come From" by Melanie Martinez

Pairing: Bucky X Wanda

Word Count: 2.5K

Warning: Smut

Find chapter two here: Two Months Out

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Chapter One: Two Months In

Bucky was always tired after missions, but it was different this time. It was a grieving, sticky type of tired, the kind of tired that slid under your skin and soaked into your bones. He couldn’t shake it the entire trip back no matter how hard he tried. It had been two entire weeks of chasing the same end goal, beating up the same bad guys, reopening the same wounds, and as the helicarrier landed, the only ache that truly plagued him was that he had been away from her for so long.

He wasn’t sure when that type of tiredness had started. He used to go weeks at a time on missions and never really needed to sleep until he met her. Red hair blazing just as much as her eyes, Wanda had come into his life like a red hurricane, changing it for the better, and that was even before they got together.

It felt like a string was connecting them at all times. No matter how far his missions took him, he always had something tugging him back to her. The moment the door to their room in the compound came into view, his heart didn’t feel so heavy, as if knowing that she was safely tucked away gave him strength.

The door creaked as he unlocked it and pushed it open, dumping his duffle by the stoop. He needed to fix the hinges, he kept forgetting, and Wanda was too kind to pester him about it. Closing the door quickly, he flicked the light on as he stretched his neck. His skin was practically coated in sweat and grim, but he couldn’t be bothered to care much, his only thoughts on her whereabouts.

“Wanda?” he called, removing the velcro straps. “Where are you?”

“I’m in the shower!” she yelled back, her voice sounding muffled.

He grinned as he entered their bedroom, passing the slightly opened cardboard boxes that littered the floor, and pushed open the bathroom door. The bathroom was slightly steamy, smelling of vanilla, the scent of home. He pulled at the armor quickly, the gear clanging as it hit the floor, then sliding the bathroom door open.

“Bucky!” Wanda shrieked, damp hair sticking to her neck as her hands flew up to cover her breasts. “I’m naked in here!”

“Well, I would hope so,” Bucky retorted, unable to hide the grin that pulls at his face. He reached for her, pulling her body against his chest before his arms wrapped around her wet waist, fingers playing across the skin. He nuzzled into her neck, taking a deep breath before pulling back and gripping her face lightly.

Her green eyes sparkled, crinkling at the corner as she smiled up at him. He lifted his metal hand to tilt her face up until his mouth was plush against hers. His heart instantly felt better, thriving off of the moments in which he could be with her.

“I missed you, doll,” he whispered, kissing the corner of her lips before moving to her cheek, hand dropping to her slightly swollen abdomen. “Missed you as well, little witch.”

“We missed you, too,” she hummed, scrapping her nails up into his scalp, pulling him to her.

His hand brushed over the skin of her stomach, relishing in the way her breath shook as he kissed her neck, teeth nipping lightly. They stood under the spray in a tight embrace. Bucky buried his head in her neck as she held him, the water washing away the muck and grime. Silently, Wanda began washing his hair, the clean strands running loosely through her fingers, Bucky humming at the feeling. He was used to being the caretaker, taking on the burden of others, but it was nice to have his girl pamper him at times. As she continued her movements, he placed a kiss to the crown of her head and she smiled. Soon, the water ran cold and the each toweled off, Wanda rinsing her hair out in the drain. Bucky wrapped the towel around his waist as he watched her move. She was practically glowing as their baby grew inside her.

“Your hair’s getting long,” he commented.

She nodded; it was nearly down to her ass, the strands thick and red. “That's all those prenatal vitamins you’re making me take,” she joked, wrapping the towel around her chest.

Bucky gave her a triumphant smile. “I knew they’d be important. Both Pepper and Sarah said vitamins are key during pregnancy,” he replied, reciting what the women had told him. “So good thing you’re taking them.”

Wanda waved away his reply. “Fine fine, you’re right.”

Bucky cocked an eyebrow, raising a hand to his ear. “What? Sorry I didn’t catch that. Did you say I’m right?”

Wanda scoffed, then let out a loud giggle as Bucky picked her up, hands gripping the underside of her thighs and exited the bathroom, depositing her softly on the mattress. Legs still wrapped around his waist, Wanda stared up at him happily as he hovered, hands on either side of her head. Leaning down, he captured her mouth.

“I missed you,” he murmured against her mouth.

“You've mentioned that, I think.”

He could feel the smile on her lips reflecting his own. “Doesn't make it not true.” He kissed her again, hungry this time, and her legs tightened around him. A wanting settled deep in his gut, similar to his exhaustion but a hundred times better. His tongue slipped in her mouth, and he moaned at the taste, the combination of her soap and the taste of her tongue was driving him dizzy.

“Buck,” she moaned, and his cock throbbed between his legs, the fire within him growing stronger. “Buck, please.”

“Gotta taste you, doll,” Bucky murmured across her skin, his lips trailing down her damn body, sucking on her neck and chest and tits, taking a pert nipple into his mouth.

“Mmmm,” she hummed, nails scratching his scalp lightly. “I like how you want me on your tongue.”

He traced his tongue over the outside of her breast, his free hand massaging the other as his thumb teased more hums from her. “Yeah?” he whispered, licking a strip on her ribs.

She nodded, her head falling back as Bucky sucked a mark on her hip bone. He mapped out the expanse of her skin, committing every mark and inch to memory, tenderly kissing the lower swollen part of her abdomen. When he got to her navel, his broad shoulders pushed her legs apart and he sank between them, nipping at her thighs, leaving tiny love marks. Groaning at the sight of her glistening lips, he pressed a kiss to them before burying himself between her thighs. His tongue darted through her folds, licking and sucking at the entrance as he tried to taste as much of her as he could.

Wanda let out a strangled cry, her hips bucking, and he slung an arm over them to keep her still. “Be a good girl and stay still, sweetheart. Gotta get my girl ready for me.”

“B-Buck,” she mumbled, fingers going into his hair. She was close, he could tell by the way her thighs shook around his head.

“I know, doll, I know,” he murmured, the vibrations of his voice against her skin too much and she bucked again, the pleasure coursing through her veins as she came. Bucky hummed with joy, as he loved being able to make her come undone by just his mouth, being able to taste her first hand. “How do you taste so sweet, darlin?” he moaned, giving her kitten licks as she came down from the high, whimpering and shaking from overstimulation.

“Need you, Buck,” she whined, her thighs still quivering, and she felt his hard length against her calf as he moved. Wasting no time, he crawled up her body, claiming her mouth as his, letting her taste herself. “Please. Please fuck me.”

“You're already pregnant,” he pointed out in bravado, and she rolled her eyes, reaching down to grasp him, thumb brushing over the head. He hiccuped at the sensation. Pressing his lips to hers, he gripped his cock at the base to line up with her entrance, moving slowly before bottoming out.

Wanda's head fell back, eyes fluttering, and Bucky thought he’d never seen anything so lovely.

He felt her walls squeeze him and he had to concentrate on not coming, the time away making him extraordinarily sensitive. He pressed his nose into her neck, breathing in her scent as he tried to calm himself. “Fuck. You’re gonna be the death of me.”

Wanda looked up at him, her eyes glazed, and all he could do was smile. He was so much larger than her, and he loved feeling her frame pressed against him, heart beat thrumming healthily.

After pausing for a moment, Bucky slowly dragged himself out, shivering as her walls attempted to keep him inside. A part of him wanted to drop to basic instincts, to pound in her quickly and chance his own orgasm. But she was pregnant, and he had waited this long to have her under him again. He didn’t mind being a little more gentle.

Setting at a slow rhythm, Wanda became breathless, a moaning mess as his hands were firm on her hips, forehead pressed to hers, leaning down every so often to kiss her. She buried one hand in his hair and the other scraped down his back, and before long Bucky felt his body becoming ridged with his on coming orgasm.

Fingers gripping her hip tighter, Wanda tugged his hair, pulling him to her. “Come in me, Buck.” Her voice was small but had monumental consequences.

Bucky groaned as he jerked, finishing inside her, slotting his mouth over hers. “Fuck,” he gasped. “Fuck.”

Wanda laughed at his profanity, kissing him again. “No cursing like that around the baby.”

Bucky gave her an incredulous look. “It’s not my fault you’ve got heaven between your legs.”

She laughed again, shaking her head in mock disbelief as he tugs her to his chest, settling them. She smiled against his chest, kissing the skin gently, and Bucky placed a light kiss to her forehead before inhaling her scent once again.

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Dynamic Duo [Klaus x Reader]

Requested by Anonymous 🪄

"Oh how cute!" You and Klaus stopped, arm in arm at the sound of an older woman cooing, "Your child sure is adorable all dressed up like that!"

Klaus's ears went scarlet in a heartbeat, "Ah, thank you ma'am, but they aren't my child. They're older than I am, I assure you."

The older woman just looked up at Klaus, thoroughly confused and blinking. It was getting old, having to tell everyone that you were older than your lover, despite him being far taller and more dignified-looking. Yes, it was an honest mistake. The problem with some magicks was the after-effects of non-aging, or decelerated aging in your case.

But you weren't a child!

It irked you, because so many people would tell you how you looked like a young twenty-something. But the second you went anywhere with Klaus...

Suddenly you seemed to look like a teenager, or maybe a preteen. And surely the garb you wore wasn't helping. A more traditional styled robe with symbols of your magicks littered around the hem, just comfortable enough to not be too embarrassing to wear in public. Especially given how so many outside the mist were quick to judge you for even practicing magic in general.

But not Klaus, never Klaus. It was what drew you to him in the first place. A sweet, unassuming man who actively helped with certain aspects which you were... obviously lacking.

Though when you got too riled up from people calling you his child, he was quick to lift you from the ground. It wasn't needed at the moment, but then again... it was a rather calm day, not too many people in the area. That could be both a good and bad thing, though for now the peace was welcomed.

Settling into a small table in the back corner of the Drunis cafe, a relatively quiet space filled with creative hopefuls who didn't want to be bothered in the first place, Klaus shot you an apologetic look. One you could only accept, because he was essentially a giant puppy and any kind of conflict or perceived insult was to be corrected, not dismissed.

"Klaus, it really didn't bother me this time." You sighed, "I can't expect everyone to either remember or be able to tell. It'll be fine."

You paused so the single waiter/ register worker could take your orders. It was a tad weird for a cafe, but it really did work for them in the long run. Somehow...

"Besides, it was an old lady. I doubt she could see too well, even with those bifocals."

"Even so Liebling." Klaus rested a hand over yours, "I know you. And I know how much you dislike those comments."

Hanging your head slightly in defeat, "As long as you aren't the one to say it, I'll be fine dear."

"I would never!" Klaus blurted out, covering his mouth due to how loud he was being. Though he wasn't being that loud, even as he lowered his voice.

"I... I would never disrespect you like that Shatzi."

"I know that." You chuckled, "But I'm saying that if you ever did, that would be the only time it could ever really hurt me."

Klaus fidgeted uncomfortably, unsure what else he could do. Deep down, he knew you were only speaking rhetorically. And that should be more than enough cause for him to drop the subject, but Klaus still didn't like the way it sounded. As if he might use it against you in a disagreement or as an insult if the two of you ever did break up.

Not that Klaus even wanted to think about the possibility, but his mind had been set on a track and he was neigh on powerless to stop it. Until you started playing with his thumb, and he realized his hand was still resting on to of yours. That calmed him a good bit, he couldn't explain why. Perhaps it was a magic spell that you could use without incantations, perhaps it was just the simple reminder of how close you two were, or perhaps it didn't truly matter in the long term.

After all, Klaus would much rather savor the relationship now, rather than worry about the what-ifs that might not ever come to pass.

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Omg! I just found some of my old writing! (Sorry it's old and bad heh heh.)

Suddenly Percy felt himself slung back and he collapsed to the floor coughing feeling almost as if his body was littered with cuts that weren't there. But then his eyes swung back up as he eyed kronos first then Annabeth and Grover beside her. Things weren't going the right way. Kronos was far stronger than they had expected. Than anyone had expected. Suddenly his instincts kicked in as scrambled to the side only to meet a boot to the face.

Kronos let out a cold chilling laugh almost like knives along the three young demigods skin as father times voice rang out. "Come on young demigod. Why don't you just give up? Its only a matter of time till either my blade or I find that mortal point of yours. Its pointless. Outside your friends are being slaughtered all for the gods who never even showed them any favor. There is a new age coming Percy. If you give in I swear to spare you and the other demigods." As Kronos rambled on he punctuated each word with a kick to the side a stomp along the stomach. Even a scythe swing here or there. And Percy could do nothing but caught and grunt as his eyes took in all of Olympus burning. And for the first time in a long time a single tear dripped down his face. But just as quickly it was gone as he turned to look at Grover with a certain look in his eyes and he didn't even have to speak. But Grover knew what he had to do. Immediately he played a soft tune and Annabeth collapsed into a heap and the brave satyr whispered. "Goodbye percy." And with that Grover used the last of his magic to play a return to nature tune and him and Annabeth seemed to melt into the floor.

However now that they were gone Percy could focus fully on Kronos. He tensed himself preparing for the next kick and it felt almost like it was in slow motion as the foot traveled toward his jaw. However a moment before it could land Percy grabbed it and yanked up as he rolled backward to his feet sword in hand in mere seconds. And immediately he was on counterattack strangely deathly silent. The only noise was the grunts and the sound of his sword slashing through the air as he went through the motions running on autopilot. Stab, backstep, parry the attack aimed for his neck, feign for the legs and go for the head. But each attack every moment that passed his body only grew more and more tired and more pain ran through him than he knew was possible. And finally he was dropped to a knee as Kronos looked down at him with contempt.   

"You've fought well for a mortal. But my true form is nearly ready. And as for your mortal point." Almost quicker than Percy could see he was kicked across the face then pushed into the ground a boot against his back. "I know it's the small of your back now. You've lost. Surrender and you'll live. Last chance."   Percy didn't even thrash as hopelessness ran through him. This truly was the end of his story. He couldn't think of a single thing to do. "S-so this is it for me huh. This is how it ends?" The titan nodded above him drawing back the scythe knowing the young demigod wouldn't surrender. But then Percy's eyes caught his old friend Bessie and an idea ran through him. He wondered how much power would escape if a soul was extinguished. And he then knew what he had to do as he whispered."I'm sorry everyone."

As Percy closed his eyes something strange happened. The scent of the ocean overwhelmed everything and everyone's vision flashed blue. The gods fighting typhon and every demigod across the planet. And then suddenly everything could be seen again but where there were endless monsters nothing could be seen anymore. The place was strangely quiet. Even typhon himself was gone. But down where Hades and Nico were they had the strangest confused looks as they muttered among themselves. Something about sensing no souls. But almost immediately the gods and Nico appeared in the throne room and the strangest thing was before them. Hestia herself was kneeling in front of a deep blue pool of water. So deep in fact it reached Chaos. And it was filled with magic. Far stronger than the Gods had ever seen. But Kronos and Percy were nowhere to be seen.   

Ares being the swell observer he was said "There's a massive pool there and Kronos is gone." The rest of the Gods were too in shock to even say anything about it. They just stood there but Hestia spurred them into action as tears slowly dripped down her face but her voice was steadily calm. "All hail Perseus Jackson. Hero of Olympus." By that time the rest of the Demigod's had made it up to olympus. They saw something they never would've believed if it wasn't in front of them. The gods were all kneeled in front of a pool Hestia in front. That day a great victory had been won but there was no celebration. Instead the greatest funeral procession to ever grace the earth was held.

                                                                                                                  The pit of chaos

Somewhere deep in that inky pit of blackness and pure destruction and creation two souls appeared. One a dark blue smelling faintly of the ocean and the other radiating pure fear.

................ 2 Years later

As the Gods held their annual council something strange seemed to be happening in the pool that only one god in particular noticed at first. Hestia noticed as the water seemed to be receding further and further into the pool and her eyes widened. But before she could say anything the other God's noticed. Almost immediately weapons were brandished and everyone was on guard. Everyone was focused on the pool. As the pool receded further and further it started to take form. Until finally there stood a boy covered in scars and power flickering in his eyes before they turned back to their natural hue. Then Percy's voice mumbled out. "Where am I?" Then he promptly passed out. (Enough likes and I'll rewrite it.)

[nintendowife]

I finished Apollo Justice: Ace Attorney on Nintendo 3DS a couple of weeks ago. I saw both the good and bad ending in 33 hours.  The game tells the story of Apollo Justice, a fresh defence attorney just starting his career. We also get a look into the past and learn how the famous Ace Attorney Phoenix Wright lost his lawyer license.

The investigation and courtroom sections follow the familiar Ace Attorney pattern. You get a client who is accused of a crime and you must prove their innocence. You do this by investigating crime scenes, gathering evidence, questioning people and cross examining witnesses in court. You also get to use Apollo’s unique ability to sense and perceive the tension of people who aren’t telling the truth. The game's story is built over four cases, each offering a new defendant for Apollo.

The cases are entertaining but marred by some inconsistencies and leaps of logic. I've played a couple of other Ace Attorney games before and they all seem to have this same issue but in Apollo Justice this was especially prominent. The third case had some glaring issues with far-fetched conclusions and I apologize if I'm spoiling something for you with the following.

Apollo had to prove the innocence of a blind person who was accused of murder. Incredibly any of the evidence or just common sense wasn't brought up here. The crime scene was littered with all kinds of clutter like boxes blocking the way to the only possible exit of the room - how could a blind person quickly escape in this kind of environment? Killer was claimed to have moved the body to match something in a song’s lyrics - how could a blind person have read the lyrics written on a paper and how could he understand the song’s meaning when he didn’t know the language? None of this mattered! The deduction here was that the killer couldn't actually be blind because the victim had written something on the floor with blood and the writing was smudged, as if someone had tried to erase it. Okay. As if it couldn’t have accidentally gotten smudged by the victim who was struggling to stay alive on the floor.

I also didn't like how the logic of the game mechanics seemed to change at points. Normally when you yell "objection!" at something, you need to prove there is an inconsistency in the witness's statement. Here you suddenly had to object to something and then present evidence that supports the witness's statement. What? That was so confusing and a reason why I started looking at a guide at some point.

The localization was also slightly embarrassing, referring to a Japanese crime family with Italian mafia terms and talking about a pasta restaurant when the context seemed to refer to noodles.

The game serves a good portion of humor again. I got a good laugh out of the judge when he apparently heard of nail polish for the first time - and realized his wife’s red nails had been painted and weren’t like that naturally. Good god that man is so gullible it’s almost endearing, haha.

I felt the game wasn't as interesting or well-written as the other Ace Attorney games I've played (Dual Destinies and Spirit of Justice). The game offered some good "a-ha!" moments, interesting turns of events and I liked the last case's way of wrapping everything up. And I'll never stop enjoying the wacky characters, name puns, hilarious expressive animations and super good music! Even though it may sound like the game is full of negatives, I'd recommend playing it anyway as it's decently good and enjoyable, and it reveals valuable information on recurring characters in the series. Just keep your expectations in check and you might very well have a good time with Apollo Justice.

[primusfortuna]

Scar ⟡ Beginning of a Bond (07)

[01] [02] [03] [04] [05] [06] [XX]

“Unshakable Ambition”

Several days after we successfully finished that event in Fairberg, the Land of Toys——

I’d just come back to the guild home after a shopping trip. Two voices could be heard from the living room, clearly having fun.

Scar: Heh~? So when you have five numbers in order, and they all have the same suit, it’s called a ‘straight flush’?

Daste: Yeah. It’s rare you’ll ever get a hand like that, though.

Scar: Does that mean it’s the strongest combination to have?

Daste: Nah, there’s this thing even stronger called a ‘royal straight flush.’

Taking a casual peek at them, I see Scar and Daste sitting on opposite ends of a table littered with cards.

Emma: Hi guys, I’m home. Are you playing something…?

Scar: Ah! Emma-san, welcome back~ Daste’s teaching me how to play right now.

Daste: You’re back? Oh, wanna come join us then? I was just about to start an actual game.

Daste: Poker, baccarat, craps. We can play whatever.

Emma: …I feel like those are all casino games…

Daste: Well, yeah—it’s way more fun when we put somethin’ on the line. I’ll treat whoever wins to some of my signature booze.

Scar: Yay! I’ve never tried alcohol before so I’m excited~

Daste: That’s what I’m talkin’ about! Oh yeah, and the loser will get beat up by the winner.

Scar: Okay!

Emma: Don’t say ‘okay’... Um… Daste, come here.

I anxiously call Daste over to a corner of the room.

Daste: What? This is kinda out of nowhere.

Emma: You’re one to talk! Why are you introducing Scar to bets and alcohol all of a sudden?

Daste: Ohh… that.

After hesitating for a moment, he answers while aggressively scratching his head.

Daste: He’s basically like a human kid, right? He doesn’t even know how to function in life to begin with.

Daste: So I thought I’d just teach him some things about gettin’ by in society. At least enough so no one makes fun of him.

Daste: It’s not just for him… but for you and me too.

Emma: Th-That makes sense? I agree with what you’re saying, but…

Emma: (Why does he have to start with gambling and alcohol…!?)

Just as I’m about to continue, Scar pipes in.

Scar: Hey hey, what’re you two doing~? I wanna play poker~

Daste: Oh, poker! Sounds good, I’m comin’.

Daste raises a hand and walks back towards Scar.

Emma: (...Ever since that night with the fireworks, Daste has been acting like a big brother towards Scar.)

Emma: (And Scar himself seems a little friendlier than before, just like a little brother.)

Emma: (...Hmm. Considering everything that’s happened, this is a change I should be happy about.)

But… for better or for worse, Scar is very innocent. I just hope that Daste’s lessons won’t have a bad impact on him.

Emma: (I might lose a few hairs if he suddenly declares he wants to start throwing bombs one day…!)

(Card shuffling noises)

Scar: Okay, I call two cards!

Daste: Alright, I’ll call three.

Emma: Mm… I think I’ll just leave it like that…

And so—after talking Daste into it, we were a few minutes into a game, without betting on money or anything else.

During a pause in our conversation, I turn to Scar with a question.

Emma: Hey, Scar? When we watched the fireworks, remember how you kept your promise to not open any people?

Emma: Could you maybe… further that promise? To never open up anyone from here on out?

Scar: Ngh…

Scar: I don’t want to promise that I’ll never do it.

Scar: I already made up my mind that someday I’ll find a soul, no matter what. And seeing how beautiful those fireworks were… I can’t ever give up.

Scar’s eyes twinkle with ambition as he asserts himself.

Daste: ……

Daste: …Hey, do you think… it’s my fault he got this weird burst of motivation?

Emma: No way—

Emma: ……

Emma: W-Well, maybe a little… Hahaha…

[Scar’s POV]

Emma-san is beaming with pure joy from across the table.

As I wait for my turn, I remember the fireworks I saw the other day.

Scar: (Fireworks… They’re sparkly and really, really pretty…)

Scar: (They were so, so big and beautiful… That was the first time something impressed me enough to make my heart flutter.)

Scar: (If I could see Daste and Emma-san’s souls someday…)

Scar: (Would it impress me even more than before?)

Scar: …Hehehe.

Daste: Aah? What’re you laughin’ at? Is your hand that good?

Scar: Hehe~ Guess you’ll have to see~! Anyway, next person go! It’s your turn, Emma-san. Still not ready?

Emma: Sorry for making you wait… Okay, I got it!

She calls several cards.

And then, feeling unusually passionate, I bring my focus back to our game of poker as well.

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TL notes: Regarding the usage of the term "call". In standard poker, a call means betting the same amount of chips that another player bet. The way the term was used in this chapter didn't seem to agree with its standard definition. I'm uncertain if that's because they are just playing their own variation (since Emma wanted a game without bets) or if its defintion can be flexible.

[prettyboykatsuki]

am i warm enough for you?

➳ tags ;; soulmate au, strangers to lovers, fluff and angst but mostly fluff, some-what canon compliant, bakugo katsuki is bad at feelings, lots of Feelings™, you guys are adults but the end of the fic but the fic is sfw, alcohol, drunk confessions

➳ wc ;; 5.6k..

➳ plot summary ;; you see your soulmate in dreams - sometimes in bits and pieces and other times in full. bakugo is less than inclined to admit he even has a soulmate - and you learn how to cope with it, one day at a time.

bakugo learns that this soulmate shit is no joke. that has to be why he keeps falling for you so helplessly.

➳ a/n ;; i wasn’t even gonna comeback this early but it felt so wrong not to post on my bfs birthday so alas </3 for anyone who cares to know this is @elysianseraph but with my new url. nice to see u all <3

this was originally posted on 4/20 but im reposting cause it didn’t show up in the tags dskjds

It’s hazy.

A cloud of smoke settles over your body, permeating your lung. It smells like sugar, like burning, like smoke and a little like leather. You can feel your toes curl and your hands moving but your body is separate from you in a way you can’t describe. It’s a pleasant kind of warmth that spreads, creeping up from behind your neck till it’s soft and cradling your skull. It’s soft like the touch of a mother, like wool over your ears.

It’s a pleasant feeling, that’s all. Almost cozy but there’s a fading sense of distress that chills in your lungs as you encompass it. Your hands are too small to reach forward, and truthfully the sensation is so powerful that you’re afraid to reach out. You’re 6 years old, so all you know is how it makes you feel. You can’t remember many details, but you feel pleasant. Something about it is soft, but there’s a sharp edge right at the end that has your lungs gasping for air.

It’s a flash of colors. Red. Orange. Pale Yellow. Grey. Black. Forest Green. Red. Red. Orange. Red.

And then it fades into a feeling again. A blurry feeling. You feel conflict, then concern, then inadequacy in heavy waves almost like it’s drowning you. It’s the first time you’ve experienced such a pain, so your wailing and wiping tears away with chubby fingers and saying a name you don’t know and can’t remember.

Ka. You know the sound, Ka. But you don’t know of anything more. It repeats rhythmically in your mind like a knock on the door, rapping with urgency - but it doesn’t do anything to jog your memory. Someone is trying to be let in but you don’t know how to answer them, and you’re still crying. The distress, the inadequacy shakes you and all you feel is frustration in short simple bursts.

Your first encounter with your soulmate is written this way in your memory. A sense of urgency laced with frustration - but they’re not towards you. It’s him, his feelings - you can feel them even deeper then he can. They pierce you in a way that makes it hard to breathe, no matter how you try to escape them it’s an overwhelming feeling of helplessness. The only way to escape the feelings of a dream is either to control them, or to face them and swim through the fog.

Soulmates have an urgency to them, in general. His is different, you can tell as much. Your first soulmate dream leaves the heaviest impression and each one thereafter is like pieces of a puzzle.

Sometimes you simply share random dreams, like a split screen in a video game - the two of you witness different parts of the same dreamverse. Other times, and honestly - most times, you’re experiencing their emotions or feelings. You experience their core memories, their life, in flashes and bits and pieces.

It’s not enough to know them or who they are, it’s like know everything about them except the things that matter

Sometimes you meet too. Just barely.

MEETING 1:

The room is white. When you blink, colors flash in order - red, pale yellow, orange, forest green and you know. You blink a few more times, stretching your hands out in front of yourself. Curling your hands into fist then into stretched palms, you lean forward and stretch. You wriggle your toes - notice you're wearing shoes. Clothes from your closet. Strange.

You take a look around the room but there isn't much to see. There’s a wall in front of you with a glass divider and a mirrored empty room. The room across from yours has spiky decor littered against the walls. An orange dresser, plastic grenades and play guns. You know who it is without a second warning - and a foggy part in the back of your head tells you that it’s him, again but with more force. You don’t see anything in your room, but you figure he might. All of it is confusing to you.

Before you can blink, there’s a loud thud coming from the other side of the glass. It’s a silhouette, the outline of a face - but nothing clear. Dream logic dictates you can’t know a face you’ve never seen, yet somehow you know his outline. Spiky, he’s spiky everywhere.

“Hello?,” you call out, overly tentative. The figure pauses, seems to take in whatever they must be seeing. You’re not sure what response you’re expecting, really. There’s no expectations at all.

“...Who the fuck are you?,” says a pitchy, male voice. He sounds like he’s your same age, a highschool boy. His throat is rough, yet not overly deep. It’s almost scratchy.

“Uhm,”

You’re not sure how to reply. You can see him through the glass, but not really. Still, you take note of his shadows like they’re going to tell you anything more. You shove your hands in your pockets, messing around with something inside.

“Uh.. your soulmate, I think,” you reply.

Scratching the back of your neck as an awkward silence settles, you take a few minutes to try and figure what more to say.

“We met when we were kids once too,” you explain awkwardly. He must know, has too - this soulmate thing is a two way thing, but his silence is deafening. You just want to feel this space. Is it always this awkward?

“Red. Orange. Pale Yellow. Forest Green,” you repeat, like a mantra. You hear him take in a sharp breath, and freeze. For some reason, you’d like to avoid upsetting him. He doesn’t seem like he’s taking to the information too well.

“I don’t have time for this damn bullshit… whatever quirk you’ve got to mimic this - cut it the fuck out,”

Hostile.

You pause, not sure how to feel. Half of you is offended, the other half is confused - had you done something to upset him? You can feel how he feels - but you don’t understand it. You sit with your mouth agape, like a fish out of water. Unsure of how to proceed, you scoff a little.

“Woah.. this isn’t a quirk thing. We’re.. soulmates? That’s already a thing,”

More silence. You’ve.. he doesn’t seem upset, but you can tell he’s not all that keen to the idea. It’s a bare minimum improvement that you find yourself valuing, without your consent. He breathes again, throat even more hoarse than before. His voice is angry but it doesn’t fit his responses, his feelings - so you don’t pay attention to his madness. Something is off.

“... I’m not supposed to have a soulmate. No fucking way I have a soulmate,” he grits. You step back, stumbling. You didn’t have any expectations.. but this wasn’t what you had been expecting at all. You feel uneasy, sick. It must be a shared feeling if the way he leans against a wall counts for anything.

A beat of silence passes before you open your mouth to speak.

“... I have no idea what I’m supposed to say to that,” you admit. He scoffs.

“Nothing you damn extra. Leave me the fuck alone,”

You don’t reply, too stunned. This was your soulmate? This.. asshole? Not that you were a peach entirely either, but this was supposedly the person that the universe had decided for you?

You shake your head. Maybe you’re just being rash? He could be a nice guy behind all the chaos. You try your best to hold onto that, that this was literally someone chosen for you before you gave up all hope. You sigh, cracking your neck.

“You can say whatever you want but.. we’re here, you know? It’s more productive to just go with it.. isn’t it?,”

“Go fuck yourself,”

“After meeting you, I’m not exactly over the fucking moon about it either. It is what is,”

“You’re not my fucking.. soulmate or whatever the fuck. Leave me alone,”

Your heart both aches with anger and sadness. You don’t know what to do. What does this shit-head know about you, anyway? You know he’s been through some shit, same as you - what makes him so entitled? You swallow the lump in your throat. It hurts. It pierces. Stupid soulmate bonds.

“Yeah? Alright. Fuck you too,”

You see him pace around for a longer before he disappears in a cloud of smoke. You didn’t even catch his name, and you’re not sure you wanted too. It must be morning, but at least you're away from him. It feels lonely, but it must just be you.

Your eyes flutter open but your heart is heavy with regret. You don’t know who it belongs to, but you’ve got class in an hour and not enough time to think about it. If he doesn’t want to meet you that’s fine.

It’s fine. Not like you wanted to meet your soulmate anyway.

__

You don’t have another meeting with your soulmate for months. Lately your dreams have little if anything to do with him or where he is, how he’s been. You have some of those split screen ones, where you know he’s there but neither of you acknowledge each other, even in spirit, like how you did before. When you wake up feeling angsty, you don’t know how to distinguish the feeling but you don’t try.

You wonder idly if he can feel your apathy, if he cares enough too. Maybe he also mistakes it for his own? It seems likely.

It’s a weekday where you’re getting ready for remedial classes at your school. First year advanced courses were no joke, and you find yourself regretting your choice to participate in them.

Still you get dressed anyway, put your uniform on and brush your teeth - wash your face with your eyes half open and look presentable. No one's home in the morning, the house is empty of any life but you. Food becomes a last minute priority, so you make an egg sandwich with cheese and eat it on the way to the train station.

You stare down at your feet as you step outside, music drowning out the noise of your surroundings aptly. The walk to the station is long and the ride is longer, but the streets are packed edge to edge. Musutafu is busy this time of year - the U.A. Sports Festival is taking place today and everything seems to reflect that. You barely manage to squeeze past all the strangers on the subway - clearly on their way to see it.

When you get to school, you're greeted by a mostly empty classroom with a teacher. These classes were straightforward as always, do the work you need to correct, have it approved and leave. It repeats until your finished with all the assignments and you get to be done. You give a respectful nod to your teacher before grabbing your work from your bag.

It goes on and on - occasionally, you hear an excited gasp and quiet chatter from classmates. It’s about the festival, the happenings - but you’re too caught up in completing your work that day and trying to get the fuck out of their as soon as possible.

Shit like that didn’t matter to you, anyways. It’s just a festival.

You leave around the same time the festival seems to have ended, the streets flooded with people - you miss the first station and wander towards an electronics store a block away from your highschool.

It’s the winners on TV. A guy with split hair - Shouto Todoroki, Endeavors son. A guy with a bird head, and a blonde with red eyes - muzzled to the pole.

When you see them, your heart stops. You can feel anger, an unfamiliar rage and humiliation building in your chest. It feels the word has stopped as you watch from afar, through screens. Your soulmate seems upset about something, but you wouldn’t know what.

And that blonde on TV, you wonder if you know him from somewhere.

MEETING 2:

Red.Orange. Pale Yellow. Grey. Black. Forest Green. Red. Red.

You feel him before you even know what’s happening - and it catches you completely off-guard. You haven’t had a proper soulmate dream in two years. Smoke clouds your lungs, the taste of sugar burning your tongue as you cough yourself into awareness. This time, you’re not in a room but it’s a campground. In the middle of the space is a bonfire, burning warmly. This one feels more vivid, more real.

But you know it’s not, your body feel unusually light and your hands can’t hold anything for too long. You know it’s a dream, but you sit in the chair anyway. It feels like you're floating. You feel oddly warm. Dread builds in the pit of your stomach. Even though it’s been so long since you’ve spoken to your soulmate - you can’t forget the terrible first encounter. It sticks to the roof of your mouth - a bitter memory that fills you with unexplainable, irrational resentment.

But it’s not like you hadn’t been seeing him, to an extent. You’ve seen all his memories in bits and pieces - all of them tragic and painful. This time, you see people but they come in the form of small scraps. Spiky Red. Electricity. Tape. Pink with Horns. Music. Green. So much green and red - like Christmas, you’ve called it. You’ve seen disappearances, fear, anguish - so much anguish.

In the weeks after All Might’s fall, you were in so much pain - you couldn’t stop crying for days. It’s been enough time to know what feelings were yours and which were his - and these ones felt so much like him. It went on for nearly a year - you’d almost got accustomed to it. If tears showed up to blot the ink of your lecture notes, you didn’t think twice about it. You tried to keep yourself calm, steady - in hopes you could lend your soothing to him. Even if he hated your guts, you could barely believe so much sadness could exist in one person. You didn’t know what happened but whatever it was - it must’ve been terrible. At the very least, you felt sympathy.

Sympathy was enough to get by for a long time. A neutral, level-headed sympathy that helped soothe some of your own hurt.

All that said, you were hardly expecting to see him again - especially not this soon. You don’t remember the last time you thought about him in anything other than passing - actively. It’s one thing to know what's happening - you’ve felt him passively everyday for damn near two years.

But it’s another thing to see him in front of you, force yourself to acknowledge him as your soulmate even if he insists on not doing the same.

You squirm in your chair, noticing that you’re wearing PJ’s instead of clothes. Just a hoodie and sweats, none of which fit you quite right. You pull your sleeves over your hands, fiddling with the stray strand of thread loose.

“What the fuck is this shit?,”

Your stomach drops. Unsure of what to say, you opt to say nothing at all. Just let him be, sit quietly in your dreams and mind your business. Maybe he’ll wake up soon and it’ll all be over.

You can’t see him from the corner of your vision but you can hear him shuffle. The way he touches things, noticing how they make noise but don’t feel quite right in his hands. How it feels real but doesn’t, how it is real and isn’t. Surely, he’s noticed you by now. The lingering silence makes you squirm.

“...It’s you,”

You flinch, lifting your head up slightly to meet his gaze. His expression is unreadable, but it’s different from before. In a fleeting moment, something occurs to you.

You can see him. What he looks like. Blonde with red eyes, and a sharp chin and thin waist. You know it must mean you’ve seen him before - perhaps you’d even seen each other, but for your life you can’t remember where you’ve seen his face. It’s right there, on the edge of your mind, but you’re stumped.

“Hello?,”

“Oh,” your reply comes short, strained. Your eyes flutter as you press your lips into a flat line. “Uh, hi,”

The blonde sits in the chair, slumping down. His eyes go towards the flickering flames without another word and you decide it’s best not to engage. It stays like that for a while, a beat of silence - not awkward but not comfortable, passing by without another thought. It all feels real, present - not like normal dreams. This must be the special kind of soulmate thing you find yourself feeling resentful towards.

His eyes are heavy. Relief is overwhelming him, with an iron grip and he’s worried you can feel it. If you can, you don’t say a word.

“I didn’t think I’d see you again,”  he admits.

The words sound tender passing through his mouth, unmistakably so - but you don’t get your hopes up. Instead, you give him a placating laugh, leaning forward towards the fire and mirroring him.

“I didn’t think so either,”

When it falls silent, it feels comfortable. It’s not like either of you have anything to say to each other right now, with no manual on how this was supposed to go. If he even wanted to go there.

“I can.. see you,” you start. He squints.

“You couldn’t before?,”

This takes you by surprise. You shake your head.

“No..Could you? See me, I mean?,”

Bakugo feels heat rise to his skin. Oh. Huh.

“Yeah,” he replies, a sharp inhale leaving his lungs “I can see you,”

There’s something tense in the air. It’s a strange sensation - to know the deepest and most intimate parts of someone without even knowing their name proper, or where they went to school, or what they normally eat for breakfast. All that connects you are these mutual feelings, shared grief that holds you two to the title of soulmates. This odd bond.

“..d’ya still think I’m a quirk wielding villain?,” you laugh, or try too - you’re doing your best to cut the tension. He can feel your hurt all the way from your sit, so deep in his gut - it’s been haunting him for years. How many nights of sleep he’s lost knowing there are soft and helpless tears coming from these suppressed feelings. He doesn’t know how to say sorry, so he sighs and rubs the back of his neck. He’s changed a lot in two years - but not enough to be good at this.

“No, I don’t,”

“Oh,”

He smiles, just a little. It’s gentle, casts shadow on his face from the light of the fire. It’s warm, everything feels warm and better and invigorating. When you look at him and his uneasy expression - you know he feels it too.

“By the way, uhm - what’s your name? Ka.. something? Right?,”

His eyes shoot up in surprise. He nods a little.

“Katsuki Bakugo,” he replies, expectantly. You seem surprised that he wants to know yours.

“Y/N Y/L/N,” comes your reply.

“Nice to meet you,” says him, Bakugo - your soulmate.

“Nice to meet you too,”

__

Getting to know Bakugo is unusually easy. You get the feeling it wouldn’t be, in the case that you were anything but soulmates - but Bakugo has never known being this intimate with someone other than you. Despite himself, how much he hates himself - you never seem too. Even though you feel and see all the ugliest parts of him - have since he was small enough to still be innocent, you always treat him the same.

Your conversations are short, and shallow. Regardless, he’s not used to talking so much about himself. But you’re always curious, so much so Bakugo doesn’t have the heart to see your countless questions go unanswered.

You keep a little notebook of all of your encounters. You remember them by heart but write them down too, just in case you miss something. You ask about his friends - Spiky Red and Soft Green, referring to them that way even after you’ve known their names. You ask about his work - the life of a dangerous hero, and if he ever gets nervous flying through the air.

Admittedly, he’s mean to you. He teases you so frequently, he’s lost count of all the times you’ve huffed and puffed at his sarcastic remarks. Still, you never turn away from him. You stand with your foot down and your arms crossed over your chest - insistent on making him feel flustered too. And it works, somehow - because you know all too much about Bakugou and always gets him right where he’s most conscious about. You don’t have to tease him about his feelings since you know them like the palms of your hand.

But these shallow conversations always mean a little more to him that he knows how to verbalize, and half the time he doesn’t need to do that at all. You’ve learned the masterful of working around him quietly, making all the parts of that feel too big to love - something small and fragile. Somehow, you’ve made being with him, even as friends - feel like less of an impossible feat but a dream.

Katsuki Bakugo has been in love with you since he was 6 years old. There must be some feelings we cannot share with our soulmates, because he has no idea if you feel it or not. He just knows he does, somewhere deep in the cavern of his heart, he loves you.

You never cross the barrier of romance with him, though. A paralyzing fear seems to settle in your bones when you breach too close to love and intimacy - and Bakugo understands those feelings, even if he doesn’t know exactly why they’re there. It’s not something you’ve decided to tell him yet, but he feels it in the same way he feels your loneliness. You may be kind but you’re more guarded than he is, and not fearless but reckless.

But he still finds himself aching to love and be loved by you, no matter how much he hates it. The yearning still manages to swallow him, even late into the night.

MEETING 3:

It’s been a while since your last meeting with Bakugo but not long. You were 21 now, but your dream visits were frequent. When you weren't speaking or seeing him through dreams - you were watching him on TV. You’d been yet to meet with him in real life but to you, that was okay. Seeing him like this had been more than enough.

Today was different. Normally, that bonfire was always a back-drop to these little encounters but it was a field today - a filed with rolling hills and hundreds of flowers and tall grass that made you feel itchy. The sun was permanently stuck right before it set but it was so warm everywhere. When you get there, there’s a blanket on the top of one of the hills. You sit on it cautiously and watch the wind pass. Everything is tinged orange, and red - you know he’s there with you before he appears.

When he does, he seems different. You glance over at him as he stumbles towards you in a stupor, and when he does finally sit - you get a whiff of alcohol coming from his neck and mouth. It’s strong enough to make a little dizzy. Blinking owlishly, he sits crisscross besides you, staring a little at the surroundings.

“..the fuck?,” he slurs. You can’t help but break out into a laugh. He nearly falls over, body swaying so you bring his head down to your shoulder wordlessly, a furious heat running all over your skin. Even though you can’t feel him, the gesture makes you feel something in your belly.

“Why’re you so drunk?,”

“Birthday,” he mumbles. Your eyes widen in surprise. Bakugo is seemingly unfazed, eyes drooping with tiredness. He’s completely inebriated.

You feel yourself grow tender. You’d have to wake up and remember the days date. Despite all the times you’ve met, you had no clue about his birthday or how he celebrated. You feel your heart ache at the idea you’ve spent the latter half of it together, in your own way.

“Happy Birthday, Bakugo.”

“Bakugo this, Bakugo that,” he growls, a little incoherent “We’re supposed to be fucking soulmates and you still call me by that.. damn name.”

He hiccups a little as you sit there stunned. You blink.

“.. You think of us as soulmates?,”

“Are you some kind of moron?,”

You scowl, flicking his forehead with your thumb and forefinger. He makes a noise of indignance.

“Well, how would I know? When we first met, you didn’t seem enthused about it,”

Bakugo sighs tiredly.

“I was 15 and an asshole - clearly I don’t fuckin’ feel that anymore,”

You seem surprised again.

“..You don’t?,”

Instead of swearing at you, he closes his eyes and gets closer to you. The liquor runs through his system like liquid courage and he nods a little.

“Not at all,”

“What do you..”

“What do you think I mean?,” he barks a laugh. You feel your pulse under your skin, drumming against your chest like a hammer. You can’t even breathe.

You’ve had feelings for Bakugo from the second proper meeting you’d had with him. It was clear as a day that he was your soulmate for good reason, that inexplicable draw that kept your heart from ever belonging to anyone else. You tried to - tried to go on dates and see other opportunities through but he was always so one of a kind.

Yet, you’d given up all hope that it would mean anything to harbor these feelings, convinced that Bakugo simply wasn’t interested in you In doing any of this. You didn’t want to force him into something he didn’t want - so you kept your distance with hope that he’d still be in your life. It was enough, or you’d wanted it to be.

It’d be a lie to say that you hadn’t started thinking about it more and more as the days pass. What it would be like to see him, touch him and love him and be with him for real - these passive daydreams gone vivid. If he could see your dreams, he must know about them. But you didn’t know how to approach it - how to approach love at all.

That’s the thing with soulmates. You’re told that you’ll just have the answers, destiny will do the hard work but that’s far from true. Because even now, with Bakugo leaning  on your shoulder with this confession lingering in the air - you don’t know what to do.

“Stop being so nervous,” he mumbles. You stumble a little over yourself.

“Sorry,”

He chuckles.

“You really need me to say it, huh?,” he sighs. He picks himself. If he’s drunk and reckless, then fuck it - he’s gonna take it all the way. He drops his head onto your lap with a tired sigh.

“I think you’re my soulmate, you fuckin’ idiot,” he admits.

And it’s hard to say, because feelings don’t come easy for Bakugo Katsuki - but it’s the least he can do. All Bakugo Katsuki has ever known is to be lonely. It’s a loneliness that he’d forced on himself. Bottling up all the anger and sadness and swallowing it. It’s long since sunk it’s claws into him. That overwhelming, all consuming ugly feeling that lingers underneath that superiority complex.

That no one would ever, could ever love the ugliness that lingers in him. That no one who knew him for what he truly is, could care for him. Deku was the first of many disbeliefs and not much had changed.

Except for when it did. Except for when he met you - in a dream, and you were real and beautiful even at 15. That the universe hadn’t been playing some sick joke on him when he kept seeing you in his dreams, so soothing to his teenage loneliness. You were real and that was so fucking scary.

But you loved him anyway. Looked out for him when he was at his lowest - the soothing beat of your heart  in the days after All Mights end . When he cried himself into sleep and dreamed of you. God, how he dreamed of you. Not especially romantic dreams, but dreams of how you made breakfast. How you watched cartoons on Sunday and read manga in your classes instead of the assigned work. How you fell asleep on the train station and always ate icecream after big tests. How you were especially mundane and how he got to be apart of that everyday routine.

After all, you see dreams of each other, but Bakugo has no clue what your dreams of him look like. His have always looked like you though.

When he was worthless and empty and unable to give you anything meaningful, to apologize or put his pride away - you had loved him anyway. Felt for him with clumsy hands and held on, not letting go. Even when he was begging for you to leave him alone, in fear of this all being nothing more than a cruel dream - you held on tightly to him. With your silly notebook questions and dumb names.

Bakugo Katsuki has never known what it means to love someone who isn’t you. Even if you found someone else and there was someone better than you for him, he would grit his teeth and bear it. He wonders if he’ll ever believe he deserves you. He wants to believe you’re his soulmate - to believe you wont ever leave. To believe that he did something right enough that the universe could give him someone like you.

And he wishes he could say all this, but he can’t - he just closes his eyes and hopes you can feel it.

“You’re so mean,”

“Isn’t that why you like me?,” he grins.

And you can feel his sincerity. He should feels yours too.

“I love you, actually,”

He gasps, a sharp breath that stabs his lungs. He feels sober from the confession.

His voice is gravelly when he speaks.

“Yeah, shit - me too,”

__

Your heart beats rapidly in your chest. The address is correct, it has to be with the way this place looks. Only a hero could live here, with the floors that lead up to skies. He lives on 3rd floor, so you swallow your fear. You give yourself a thumbs up in the glass window pane of the building before entering through the doors.

When you get there, a box sits. You press the button next to his place, bouncing on the balls of your feet until you answer.

“Hello?,”

His voice feels different in real life. You  cough.

“Uh, hi,” you greet awkwardly “I’m here,”

“Oh,” he says. You hear something buzz and then him again. “Come on up,”

And you do. The elevator ride feels like it stretches mild, classic piano echoing against the empty walls. You feel yourself feel sick but you’re not sure it’s from the movement. All you can do is fidget and wait.

When the doors open, you peak your head out into the hallway. He’s the first one on the left, just as promised. You can see a welcome mat - forest green, and something in you knows that it’s the right one.

You step up and knock, three times precisely. Your heart is all the way in your ears and everything in you is filled with unease and excitement.

When the door swings open, the world stops. You gape like a fish out of water in disbelief. He’s tall and big like he promised he’d be, but you’re unprepared. His chin is scruffy, eyes full of sleep. Strong chest and arms that seem to crowd your vision, you don’t know what do.

His expression is full to the brim with feelings you’ve never seen. He steps aside with his head ducked down.

“Come in,”

“Ah.. right,”

You take your shoes off and place them in the slippers meant for you - they fit you just right, and it can’t be a coincidence. Your heart swells up a little as you take your coat off, hanging it on the rack. You can feel his eyes as they linger on your silhouette.

“So -,”

Before you can get a word out, you feel strong arms wrapped around your waist. His scruff brushes against the skin of your neck as he holds you tightly too him. The warmth of his breath lingers on your neck - and he hiccups, a sob stored in his rib cages let out with a howl. The tears blur your vision too. You can feel his drip onto your shoulder as you snivel into his neck. Your legs feel weak, but he holds you up at the door - the only thing keeping you standing.

You cling around him tightly, your nails digging into the meat of his shoulders. It’s him, your soulmate, Katsuki Bakugo. He’s real and holding you - and he smells like leather and sugar and a fireplace. He’s warm and strong and overwhelming and your crying into his shoulder with so much feeling you don’t know what to do. You hit him weakly, unsure of what do with yourself and he laughs.

“Damn you, shitty woman - makin’ me fucking cry,” but his voice is strained. It’s like something connected, how you feel each other so intimately in that moment. Not only because you’re soulmates, but because you love each other so deeply. Your heart feels heavy.

When you pull away, you manage to give him a warbly smile.

Your hands cradle his face - so handsome and wonderful. You lean forward, emboldened, and peck him. He melts into your touch like he’d been waiting for this moment his whole life. It makes you grin.

Maybe you don’t realize that he had.

He’d been waiting for you all this time.

[seriouslysnape]

Perfect Resolution

Harry Potter x Fem! Reader

Warnings: Smut. Language. 

Word Count: 1,641

“Good. You deserved that after today.”

“Even when you’re being stubborn, you’re still my pretty girl.” Harry huffed out, his voice strained when you slammed back down onto his lap in a particularly rough way, the tip of his cock pounding at your g-spot.

Your brain was mush at this point. Every thought that crossed your mind was occupied by either Harry or your goal to achieve the orgasm that he was helping you towards. Harry looked so good right now. His hair was unruly and ruffled in every direction from where your hands had untidied it from being wrapped in it. You leaned forward, pressing a quick kiss to his famous scar without ever breaking the rhythm of your hips.

You had been rather difficult today. It hadn’t been your best day, and everything had seemingly gone wrong since the moment you had gotten up that morning. You had been sour with him all day, brushing him off and barking at him for the most innocent intentions. He had been trying to get through to you all day, trying to make you feel better. But even Harry, who was the most patient person you knew, would crack eventually. The last straw was drawn when you had blown up at him for attempting to help you study for your Transfiguration exam that you were totally screwed for.

“I don’t need your fucking help, Harry!” You had basically screamed at him, causing him to recoil completely. 

He had been standing next to where you were sitting at your desk, rubbing your back soothingly and pointing out things in your notes when you got stuck on something. He hadn’t expected you to respond so harshly to him just trying to help, and honestly he had enough with your attitude for one day.

Without another word, he had yanked you up from your chair, sitting in it himself and pulling you onto his lap. He murmured something about “fucking the attitude right out of you”; something that he didn’t do very often. He had pushed you over the edge the first time with just his fingers, pumping and curling his fingers until you were writhing around his hand. Now he was repeatedly being buried deep inside of you each time you crashed back down onto him.

Even though he was aggravated with you, he knew that you had just been frustrated all day. He wanted you to feel better, because he could never stay mad at you. Still, he hadn’t quite worked through all the irritation.

“You take my cock so well, don’t you?” He practically groaned out, “Just like you took my fingers just a few minutes ago...you’re my good girl, aren’t you?”

You hadn’t said anything in a while, your thoughts too preoccupied to form any kind of coherent response to what he was saying to you. Your eyes were screwed shut, so tightly that you were seeing inky blotches behind your eyelids. Your head was tilted upwards to the ceiling as you focused on the way he was stretching and filling your slick walls so perfectly. He was meeting your bounces with his upward thrusts, hitting every sensitive spot that had melted you into a whimpering puddle.

It wasn’t until his hand gripped your chin to force you to look at him that your eyes opened and you snapped out of your trance.

“Are you not going to answer me?” He asked gruffly when you didn’t give any kind of reply.

Your head fluttered as your dilated pupils met his lust blown ones. You were breathless as you spoke, your chest heaving with each rapid inhale of oxygen that you took. 

“Sorry, Harry. What’d you say?” You asked him to repeat, your own voice echoing in your ears.

Instead, Harry shot up from the chair without removing his throbbing cock out of you. Your wobbly legs were pitiful as he brought you to your feet, pressing the front of your hips into the desk and pulling your back against his front. 

“Since you can’t get it together, I guess I’m going to have to fuck you into your desk.” He growled, pushing your skirt up and chuckling lowly in your ear at the reminder that his favorite pair of your lace knickers had been discarded long ago. 

The wooden material of your desk dug into your skin, but you were too focused on the delicious feeling of Harry fucking in and out of you to even notice. Your palms gripped the edge of the desk, your eyes raking over the countless parchments of Transfiguration notes in front of you. The words were blurred jumbles of letters, and you couldn’t comprehend what any of it said to save your life right now.

Harry was fucking you hard and fast, pulling out almost completely each time before railing back into you. He kept one hand on your waist to keep you from straying away from him, since sometimes you tended to squirm. His other hand cupped one of your breasts, playing with the stimulated nipple. Your orgasm was heating up and pooling in your belly, your desperation becoming more and more clear.

“Harry.” You croaked out, your voice light and airy.

“What, angel?” He acknowledged with a grin, knowing you were beginning to beg.

“Please...” You whined, your knees trembling more with each passing second.

He laughed again in your ear as he slammed in again past your sopping folds, your arousal had drenched his cock and was dripping down your thighs.

“What do you want, baby? You’ve got to tell me if you want something.” He sneered with the knowledge that he had you at his mercy.

You swallowed hard, your brain even foggier than before as you replied without much hesitation.

“I wanna cum.” You admitted, crying out immediately after a particularly perfect thrust from him.

“Do you? Only good girls get to cum,” He pointed out, his voice muffled from his mouth sucking on your neck, “You’ve been bad all day. I don’t know if you deserve it.”

The desire and the need to finish was exploding all through you. This was the best you had felt all day and if you didn’t get your release, you were sure you’d be a mess before the night was over. 

“No, no, no. Please, Harry. I didn’t mean to- fuck! I just wanna cum so I can feel better...” You pleaded.

Harry was a real softie at heart, and he rarely could stand the sound of you so needy and broken down. Maybe if you had really pissed him off, he might hold off on letting you cum, but right now he felt too bad to leave you like this.

“Okay, love, okay. Just because you’ve had such a rough day, I’m gonna let you finish,” He said, his words beginning to slur together, “But the next time you get snappy with me, I might not be so nice.” He rumbled.

A moan of satisfaction and bliss bubbled out of your throat as he continued to wonderfully fuck you the way only he knew how to. The band of ecstasy was stretching and stretching in your gut, and it was only a matter of a few more immaculately pounds into you that it would snap. His cock twitched deep inside of you somewhere, signaling that he was about to burst as well. 

When he felt you clench around him, he splayed his hand across your chest and pulled you completely back and flush against him as you came on his cock, his own release spilling into you. The sound of his moan as he finished sent waves of thrill through you as he held you close as you fell from your climax. The rushes of electricity and lust fizzled away slowly the further you both trailed from your finishes. The only sounds were your matched heavy breathing and occasional sigh of content.

Harry dragged his now softened cock out of you, his tip leaving last with a wet sounding pop. Your core and legs were shaking violently as he spun you around, holding you up by your arms to keep you from collapsing on him.

“You alright, lovely?” He questioned once he felt stable enough to speak.

“Mmhm,” You mumbled, “I’m perfect.”

“Good. You deserved that after today.” He responded, referring to how a good loving making session was all you needed.

You didn’t quite catch the intention of his words, and your expression changed into a guilty one.

“Oh, Harry, I’m sorry I was so mean today. It wasn’t your fault.” You apologized, kissing just above his right pectoral muscle.

He kept you held up with one arm, using his free hand to brush your messy hair from your face. He kissed the tip of your nose, then pressing another lazy kiss to your lips.

“I know, sweet girl. It’s okay,” He said warmly, “I meant that you deserved to feel good after you’ve had such a bad day.”

He whisked you away to your bed, snuggling up with you to give you a break from both studying and fucking. He littered you with kisses, aiding in getting rid of the remnants of your bad mood. He whispered sweet nothings in your ear and kissed all the places that made you smile or giggle happily.

Today reminded you of one of the many reasons you loved your beloved Harry. He was patient when you were being difficult. He was understanding when you were struggling. He was there for you when you needed him to be. He made your heart swell and your stomach flutter every time. 

He was the perfect resolution every time things got hard.

“Thanks for making me feel better. In more ways than one.” You said appreciatively with a small laugh. 

Harry grinned proudly, leaving another kiss on your forehead.

“Anytime, my love.”

[jeehye]

BNHA villain boyfriends when you’re depressed

— Shigaraki and Overhaul

— Gender Neutral!Reader

Warnings: Depression / Mental Disorders, Implied Nudity, Probably OOC Shigaraki and Overhaul. Harsh-ish Overhaul(?)

Genre: angsty fluff

A/N: This is a little more personal. Sometimes we go through the motions and that is okay. I am proud of you for even simply browsing through Tumblr. I promise you, someday it’ll get better, so hold your head high, these waves will pass. If you ever need to talk, I am always here for you. You’re doing amazing, never forget that. 

You didn’t know how it got so bad.

Clothes littered the floor, shoes and stuffed animals thrown all over. Plates of half eaten food and water cups stacked up; all creating a chaotic mess.

You wore a baggy shirt and undergarments, mix matched socks that were slightly coming off your feet, but you did not care.

You hadn’t cared for days now.

Everything in life was like a seemingly tedious task. Even combing your hair was almost excruciating to do, and not because you had to yank knots out of your hair, but because it consumed every fiber of your being to get out of your bed and do so.

You had no energy. No enthusiasm.

You were so tired of it; so, so tired of it all. You felt desperate as you sunk deeper and deeper into this dark abyss. It was like you were trying to reach up for air but the weight of everything was continuously dragging you down. You desperately wanted to cry out for help, but you didn’t have the energy or strength, or even humility to ask for help. And so, you just laid there, time continuously ticking by, as the world continued to move forward, and you stayed stagnant in one place.

And as the sun rose on the fifth day, you heard a creak at your door and footsteps shuffling inside your room.

Shigaraki Tomura

Shigaraki came in quietly, like he always does when visiting your room. He didn’t know what was going on with you, but he knew deep down you did not want to be alone. So, he sat on the ground of your messy bedroom, switch in hand, playing Animal Crossing.

You could hear the background music of the game and the sounds of Shigaraki fishing. Sometimes he would grunt in frustration when he failed to catch a fish, which placed a tickle of a smile on your face.

After about 30 minutes of listening to his gameplay it went dead silent. You could hear him get up from his spot and shift his body weight onto your bed, causing it to creak.

“That damn Nook is a fraud”, Shigaraki grumbled, “This stingy bastard wants me to pay 548,000 bells for an expansion! This game is literally what I hate about society and those fucking ugly villagers do not deserve homes”, he continued to rant, scratching his neck in frustration.

You could practically feel him sulking.

“Maybe…” You murmured quietly “…maybe we could play together?” You lifted your head to look at him, your face still puffy from the crying session you had.

Shigaraki hated when you cried. He hated when you got the way you did too. When he first started dating you, he had made it a promise that he would protect you from everything, and make sure you were treated with the upmost care and respect. In some ways he can’t help but feel like he failed you, but he knows blaming himself would only make you feel worse.

Shigaraki gave you a soft smile and reached for the s/c switch that was sitting on your nightstand with 4 fingers.

He handed you the switch and you booted up Animal Crossing: New Horizons. As you were getting through Isabel’s mantra, you felt Shigaraki shift in bed.

“Y/N…” He said quietly, slipping his arms around your waist and nuzzled his head into your neck.

You hummed in response, all of your attention focused on running to open your island’s gate for Shigaraki to join.

“I know you are dealing with a lot,” He continued, “but do not have to take all of the weight of world on your shoulders, you can give some of the weight to me…”. He hugged you closer and kissed the side of your jaw.

You felt tears prick your eyes, “Thank you…I honestly do not know what I would do without you”, you said meekly, wiping your face.

“Mhm…I love you Y/N”.

Overhaul

“Your room is so filthy; don’t you ever think about cleaning it up?”

You shuddered in your bed as you heard the monotone man step foot into your room. You could feel the man’s judgement in his voice and it made your eyes prick with tears.

“I am sorry boss”, you muttered, ashamed and disgusted with yourself. “I’ll do bett-“

“No.” He firmly said, cutting you off.

You could hear him breathe deeply, as if he was trying to muster up courage, before his gloved hand yank your body out of your bed and into his chest. Your eyes widening in disbelief.

“Sir?” You looked at him in bewilderment, knowing damn well you’re not up-to-date on his cleanliness protocol.

Suddenly, dread washed over you as you thought he was going to reconstruct you right here, or just kill you because of how you were, but he didn’t do either of those things. Instead, Kai dragged you into your bathroom.

“I told you to stop with the formality”, he grumbled underneath his mask, “now put your hands up”.

You did as you were told, and he slipped your shirt off, as well as your undergarments and socks. You felt the cold air surround you and as you were about to shiver and cover your body self-consciously, strong arms picked you up and gently placed you into the warm bath water.

Kai turned away to take off his mask and gloves off and set them neatly on the marbled vanity table before turning back to tend to you.

“Aren’t I dirty?” You muttered your eyebrows furrowing together.

His golden eyes looked at you, his face expressionless, “why else do you think I’m washing you?”, he asked in a more matter-of-fact tone, as he lathered your h/c hair with f/s shampoo.

You could feel your shoulder loosen up as he massaged your scalp, your body slowly sinking into the tub in bliss.

Kai’s eyes softened at the sight of your pure, fragile state. He saw you as someone worthy of so much and he hated when you got into your depressed states. He tried his best to build you up as much as he could, though some could argue that his methods were more-or-less tough love, but regardless the man adored you. Even if you rolled in mud and were covered head-to-toe in dog shit, he would still never view you as dirty. Kai held cleanliness next to godliness and you were a god(dess) to him.

“Don’t fall asleep on me angel”, he hummed, rinsing your hair off with the shower head.

You hummed in response, the warm water lulling you to sleep. “Too late…” you mumbled, and as soon as you said that you felt the shower head looming over you turn off and the sound of the bath tub being drained.

You were about to whine in protest when the same strong arms picked you back up and wrapped you into a warmed, soft towel.

“It is not good to fall asleep in the bath”, Kai scolded, wiping your body down and putting a new pair of clothes on you.

Once he was finished, you tried walking back to your bedroom, but he stopped you. “I am having your bedsheets changed currently so you cannot head back to bed yet. You can go once they are done.”

“Okay…thank you”, you said shyly.

Kai looked at you intensely for a moment before he wrapped his arms around you. “Y/N, I do not mind taking time out of my day to take care of you”, he said slowly, pressing his lips against your wet hair. “You’re my everything angel, I want to make sure you are always okay”.

You nodded in response, “Thank you Kai…for everything”.

“I love you angel".

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