#part of me is angry like I got stuck apologizing and trying to calm you down rather than actually getting my feelings out and processing

[churipu]

YOU SLEEPING ON A COUCH AFTER AN ARGUMENT 𓆝 ⋆｡𖦹°‧

featuring. gojo satoru, geto suguru, toji fushiguro x reader

note. i hv so many ideas right now apart from what i'm actually supposed to be focusing on, so...pls excuse me.

GOJO SATORU. arguments with gojo are a pain in the ass, he's petty and everything will be a mess. he's so stubborn that it actually baffles you sometimes — and he calls you rock head?

being a sorcerer is never an easy job. gojo wakes up every day, not knowing whether he'd die in a mission or get to live another day. so when you brought up your concerns about it to him, the male didn't take it lightly. things have been tight for him, and you're walking on eggshells for the past few days.

the slightest thing angered him, like how his sleeve got stuck on the door handle, or the way he curses out loudly when he stubs his toe on the coffee table. it puts him in a shitty mood, so when that happens, and you try to talk to him about his job.

gojo gets very pissy about it.

frankly, you understood where his anger comes from. and it was part of your fault to bother him the moment he came back from work exhausted, it was bound to happen so you weren't really blaming him at all from the projecting of his anger to you the night before — he didn't say hurtful things, gojo knew better than that. all he did was tell you to leave him alone and get out of his sight for the night.

and you did. sleeping alone on the couch, all sprawled out, an arm dangling on the edge; while a string of drool dribbled down the corner of your lips.

you seemed to not mind having to sleep on the couch (under your own want). but your boyfriend did, the moment he knew your bed time strikes — he came out of the room and eyed your sleeping form. guilt washing over him when all you did was care about his being and how dangerous the jujutsu world is.

gojo approaches you and gently carried you in his arms, an arm right under your bottom and his other arm around your waist. hoisting you up like a baby as your cheek leaned onto his shoulder, letting the drool blotch his shirt. he doesn't care at all.

the male tucks you in the bed, pulling the covers over you before slipping next to you, chest pressed to your back and an arm resting on your hip. gojo will never let you sleep a whole night on the couch, he will bring you to sleep with him and apologize the very next day for being such an ass.

he also, tried to make it up to you by cooking a classic english breakfast. which ended up in chaos — and you both decided to order take out instead.

GETO SUGURU. geto is usually calm and collected; he doesn't really get angry at anything. even if he does, he mostly keeps it to himself unless it really bothers him. but since humans have certain capacities to their own emotion — geto is not spared from being angry, no matter how calm he is.

after the death of amanai, you could feel him change. your geto. it was traumatizing for him, and you understood. always being there for him, never leaving him alone. the dark circles under his eyes were apparent, and it looked like he hasn't had a good night sleep for what seemed like . . . weeks, or months, if that's even possible.

geto appreciated your company, really. but sometimes, he also wanted to be left alone to dwell on his feelings. he didn't want to end up saying hurtful things to you because he was so angry at himself. but he did, and god was it horrible.

he was already feeling like shit before the argument— which if you see, wasn't really an argument at all. it was one-sided, geto was telling you off and you didn't say anything back. because you knew he didn't mean it. he almost desperately begged for you to leave him alone because your presence was "annoying" him and he couldn't stand it.

although geto said it in a heap of moment. he didn't mean it, and before he could say anything else, you tell him that you were going to be sleeping on the couch, so if he needed anything he was free to come to you.

geto didn't stop you. he was busy hating on himself for telling you that — and believe me when i say that he, right there, almost cried out of frustration.

he tossed and turned on his bed. where you were usually on too, beside him, holding his hand whilst he sleep. your hushed voice lulling him into a peaceful slumber; but you weren't there today, all because he told you to leave him alone. geto sat up, his eyelids heavy, but no matter how long he shut is, they always open back up.

with slow and heavy steps, he approaches you on the couch. and geto had always knew that you were a light sleeper, so his footsteps awoken you. seeing your eyes flutter open, geto slid on the couch, laying himself on top of you — head on your chest, arms clutching onto your shirt like he's desperate for your presence, and his legs intertwining with yours.

getos' hushed apologies were heard as he leaned into your warmth, and you told him that you were never angry. brushing his hair, massaging his scalp using your fingertips before lulling him to sleep, and geto did. almost immediately. and so did you.

he could never sleep without you. whether it being on the bed, the couch, or anywhere else — as long has you were with him, he will find the ability to drift off.

TOJI FUSHIGURO. is an ass. let's face it — he wouldn't give a fuck if you decided to sleep on the couch after an argument, at least for the first couple of hours. toji is a blunt man, and he's a sole believer that nobody could bear sleeping on the couch when there's a bed in the house.

but you were there to prove him wrong.

after an argument going south, he finds you grabbing your pillow and then seeking shelter on the couch. and he clicked his tongue in annoyance, knowing you'd come crawling back on the mattress after a few hours — because who'd choose the couch over the bed?

you. apparently.

he slept without a single care, thinking of words to say when you finally decided to come back on the bed. but when he woke up at three am, his arm searching to find your body, but realizing all he was catching was air — he finally realized that you weren't coming back onto the bed.

and it annoyed him. he was angry that you weren't there. and at three am? he was already wide awake, walking out of the room angrily. but his gaze softened when he saw you asleep, the constant flashing light from the television panning on your body; toji walks over, snatches the remote and turns the device off.

letting out a soft sigh, toji squats down, flicking your forehead. and the action was enough to make you grimace lightly in your sleep — although not enough to wake you up completely. the male chuckled and prepped an arm under the hollow under your knees, and an arm across your shoulder.

with ease he brought you into your shared room and he laid you down on the bed, covering your body with the blanket before he slips into his own portion of the bed. scooting closer to you as you instinctively nuzzled into his chest, seeking for comfort.

toji wouldn't admit that he was the one who brought you into the bed and would end up saying how you came crawling back at three am. you always find out the truth though, and toji tells you to forget about whatever he did because he won't be doing it again (he will).

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[sehtoast]

Hii! Id like a request!

Could you perhaps do a scenario where the reader gets stranded at an airport (Perhaps with panic attack)?

I'm experiencing this currently and thinking about Homelander is helping, Somehow

i'm so sorry you had to go through that anon ❤️ homie has an odd way of making life's woes suck a little less. apologies that this took as long as it did (and also i've never been in an airport before so idk if this is even the right vibe adfkljdfk), but i hope it's still enjoyable and i hope your airport adventure ended happily.

Oh, if you thought it couldn’t get worse, you were so wrong. 

Cancellations across the board, a raging snow storm outside, disgruntled people everywhere, and far too much noise for your overloaded senses.  This is what you get for flying out to go see a friend in the dead of winter.

It wasn’t like you could call an uber to the nearest hotel, either.  Pretty much nobody was going anywhere in this storm, and you���ve been here for hours now. God, you should’ve picked a morning flight, but you just haaaad to sleep in.

Eventually it started getting to you.

You’re alone, surrounded by angry people, in the middle of fuck knows where, with no guarantee of getting home or if your ticket is still going to be honored and–

You don’t even notice your breathing growing frantic until it’s overpowering and all you can do is hug your knees and try to stay calm–

You reach for your phone and send off a text to the one person who would maybe be awake at this hour.

God I’m fucking stuck here and I miss you and I don’t know what to do.

Your chest feels tight and your mouth is dry.  You hold your phone tight, cringing at the battery level.

7%.

You’d love to charge it, but the iPad parents are currently occupying every outlet in the area and if you hear one more child scream because they couldn’t watch their damn skibidi toilet videos–

It buzzes and you unlock it like a madman.

Told ya you should’ve flown air-Homelander.

You smile, warmth trickling in to fill your otherwise endless pit of anxiety.

It would’ve been too cold on my face :(  and you’d be carrying all my luggage.  Besides, I couldn't ask you to fly all this way.

The next response comes almost instantly.  Well, as instantly as it can with how slow he types.

Picky picky.  Where are you?

In the lounge-ish area.  On the floor, because I guess I picked the busiest airport in the world…

2%.  You’re almost ready to snag one of those outlets and suffer the blubbering.

Shucks, that’s a bummer.  

It’s not so–

You wince as your screen flickers, waves of sadness overtaking you in conjunction with that dreaded anxiety.  Gone is your only lifeline, and it hits you that you’ll have technically left him on read too.  You should’ve told him about your battery– fuck, fuck, fuck.

You hug your knees again and shove your useless earbuds in, hoping to dampen some of the noise.  It doesn’t work, and you can distinctly make out the sound of a man loudly demanding a full refund.

You try to imagine Homelander.  What tales would he have for you once you returned home?  How much trouble did he stir up while you were away?  Probably the usual, but… you were supposed to see him tomorrow morning when you got home.

God, that thought makes you ache for home even more.

You shut your eyes and attempt a nap.

You try and try to sleep to no avail.  Just when you think you might get a wink of rest, you hear audible gasps and shouting.  Your eyes shoot open, expecting the absolute worst, but all you see are two imposing sets of red boots.

“You forgot to text me back,” he says nonchalantly.  

Tears of joy bite at your eyes as you look up, and you all but launch yourself off the ground and into his arms.

“M’sorry,” you mumble against him.  “Battery died.”

“Mm, if you say so. I feel like this was all part of your elaborate plan to get me here.”  Homelander pulls away just slightly to look down at you, a twinkle of sympathy in his eyes- a very rare sight.  “Well, I know I can’t fly you home, because you’ll turn into a big popsicle, but… there is a hotel nearby and you do deserve a nice place to lay your head.”

Your heart feels so warm it could melt the blizzard outside.

“You just gotta tolerate a little cold.” He grins, winking at you.  “And air-Homelander doesn’t have delays.  No luggage fees either.”

You throw yourself back into the hug, squeezing him with all you’ve got.  

“You’re the best,” you whisper in his ear.

“Yeah, I know.”  He replies, uncaring of the spectacle you two must be.  “Now let’s get you cozy.”

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Til The End Of Eternity || Chapter two: Wherefore Art Thou, Trollhunter?(2/?)

(Douxie Casperan x f!reader)

Summary: Y/n is trying to figure her life out but is going to be hard since her brother is the new trollhunter and she is plagued by dreams and feelings she doesn’t understand.

Chapter Summary: Strickler visits the Lake’s home. Y/n confronts Jim about his behaviour.

Word count: 1760

Warnings: not really but there’s a mention of animal abuse but is a lie

(Season 1 Episodes 3,4,5 and a lil of 6)

Song?: wipe your tears by Halsey

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Masterlist

On the walk home, Y/n thought about what Randy said. Her brain stuck on the idea why Douxie would be interested in her. They only seen each other at the other one's job and had a small chat every once in a while in the sidewalk but that wouldn’t mean he would buy strings he doesn’t need. Right? The only conclusion she could think of was that Randy was messing with her.

When she got close to her house door she heard Al low meows, she was mad.

“Al calm down!” She heard her mother scream.

She ran to the door to aid her mother. When she opened the door, the hairs on her back stood up. Her cat, Al, was stalking a man and her mother trying to pull him back.

Al is a tall and light cat but when he is angry his body becomes heavy, like he was full of bricks. Impossible to move.

Y/n put her bag down ignoring her uneasiness.

“Al, calm down!” She got close to her furry friend.

When he heard her, Al stopped and slowly went to sit by Y/n’s feet without taking his eyes from the strange man.

“I’m so sorry, Mr Strickler. I don’t know what came onto him. He’s usually so friendly!” Barbara rambled.

“Yeah, sorry. He used to be abused so he’s wary of strange men” Y/n lied.

‘He felt it too’ she thought.

Barbara furrowed her brow at her daughter. She knew it was a lie. She remembered when Y/n brought Al from the park. Little Y/n saw him hiding in a small hole and took him home. Barbara was reluctant to keep the cat but when she saw how much her children love him she couldn’t force them to get rid of him.

“It’s okay. No need to worries'' Strickler got down from the chair he was standing “The cat thinks it’s protecting it’s family”

“He” Y/n corrected.

“Oh, of course. He. My apologies” he smiled.

Y/n didn’t like him. Some kind of alarm was going off in her brain but she couldn’t do anything.

“You must be Y/n. Jim’s sister" Stickler tried to start a polite conversation. He seemed really interested in Jim but Y/n wasn’t convinced. Al wasn’t convinced either, he kept glaring at him from the other side of the room, moving his tail side to side.

The front door opened, interrupting the chat.

“Jim, I’m in the kitchen!” Called Barbara.

“Oh, you would so not believe what happened on the way home from…“

“Look who stopped by?”

“Hello, Jim” Mr. Strickler turned his stool to face Jim.

“Mr. Strickler”

“Mr. Strickler came by to congratulate you” said Y/n with a fake smile.

“Oh, that’s really…nice”

“It’s a great honor that you’ve been chosen to wield this mantle. I’ve no doubt that you’ll provee equal to the task”

“Why didn’t you tell me you were trying out for Romeo and Juliet?” Barbara served the tea she prepared.

“Wait, maybe we could back up a few steps” Jim said.

“Jim, surely you knew you’d won the part of Romeo after your breathtaking audition yesterday”

Y/n raised her brows and mouthed at her little brother “Romeo?”

“Yeah, after the audition, I had to run but… Wait, I got the part?”

“I was just remarking to your mother and sister that I’m a touch concerned about you being spread so thin, particularly in light of your new commitment to the chess club”

“Chess club??” Y/n mouthed.

“And I didn’t even think you knew how to play chess” Barbara laughed.

“You don’t” Y/n whispered.

Strickler took a sip of the horrendous tea Barbara offered him and Y/n held back a laugh.

“It’s like you have this secret life I know nothing about” said Barbara

“You have no idea”

“Atlas, too, carries the weight of the world on his shoulders…”

And then it hit her, maybe Y/n had been so lost in her own stuff that she lost focus on her little brother. Their mother works too much and Jim is too young to carry this much weight.

“Now I am charged and ready to go. To be or not to be. Right? Am I right?” Jim played with a small base.

“That’s Hamlet” Y/n said. She was not convinced.

Barbara offered more but Strickler rejected it saying that he didn’t want to overstay his welcome and before leaving, he offered his phone number to Barbara making Y/n roll her eyes.

“He has a point. There are only so many hours in the day, Jim. If your grades slip, even a little, I’m going to insist you cut back, starting with the things you do for me”

“I like taking care of you”

Y/n sighed “Mom’s right Jim”

“It’s my job to take care of you. Both of you” said Barbara looking at her daughter.

“Do you know when I was old enough to ask about dad, remember what you told me?” Jim asked.

Barbara nodded.

“You said ‘we just need to take care of each other’ That’s all I’m doing”

Y/n frowned. She didn’t like remembering her father.

Barbara didn’t say anything. She just hugged them.

“You must be starving. How about breakfast for dinner? Even I can’t screw up an omelet”

Y/n and Jim shared a look.

“Wouldn’t be so sure” Jim said.

“What?” Asked Barbara.

“Sure!” Laughed Y/n.

—

Days passed after Mr.Strickler paid a visit and Jim was getting more away. Being out so late doing God knows what and then, breaking into a museum for Toby’s chubby chaser. Something was up and Y/n had to find out what.

After coming home for a long shift, she found her mother setting the table for what can only be described as a feast. Blueberry waffles, bacon mac and cheese, shrimp cakes…

“What’s going on?” Y/n let her bag fall.

“I wanted to make cookies and I decided to make yours and mom’s favorites” Jim came out of the kitchen setting yet another plate of food on the table.

“Aha, really, what’s going on?”

“Nothing! It’s just…we all been so busy. When’s the last time we’ve really sat down and talked?”

Y/n noticed her brother’s nervousness so she played along.

—

“Oh! That was delicious. I don’t know what I do without you, kiddo” Barbara rubbed her stomach.

“For real. I think I never ate this much” Y/n smiled.

“Shrimp cakes? Gosh, I haven’t had those since…since…” Barbara tried to remember.

“Since dad made them for us?” Jim finished for her.

“I didn’t think you were old enough to remember “

Y/n could see the sadness filling the room.

“I remember enough. I remember how his beard would scratch my face when he hugged me”

She could remember that too. She could remember his smile when she called him dad for the first time. She remember him looking so happy. Until he didn’t.

“How he used to make you laugh. How he would listen Y/n played the piano even tho she knew two songs”

They laughed.

“But, most of all, how much he hurt you when he left”

They looked at him.

“Jim, where is this coming from?” Y/n asked, terrified of the answer.

“No matter what happens to me, I would never leave you like that. At least, well” he chuckles “not by choice” he got closer “I just want you to know that I’ll always love you.”

“Don’t you start that talk with me. I’m still hoping that you end close at an in-state college, like your sister” Barbara put a strand of Y/n’s hair behind her ear.

She smiled back trying to hide the fear her brother's words awoke in her.

—

It was 3 A.M and Y/n was looking at the ceiling. She couldn’t sleep after dinner. Jim was acting weird and she was scared. Something was wrong but she didn’t know what and she didn’t like that.

Y/n turned on her bed. The picture on her nightstand looked back at her: it was a picture of her, Jim and their mom at her 14th birthday. Y/n didn’t know when her actual birthday was so Barbara told her to choose any date she wanted to celebrate and she had chosen the day Barbara took her home. The three of them were so happy, even without their father, and Y/n didn’t want to lose that. She didn’t want to lose anyone else so she went into Jim’s room.

She opened the door and found Jim reading an old book:

“What are you doing?” She asked

“N-nothing! What could I be doing?” He closed the book and tried to hide it.

Y/n sighed and closed the door.

“I want to know what’s going on, Jim”

“Nothing!”

“Don’t lie! We don’t lie to each other” She felt her eyes filling with tears “I’m scared, Jim. I don’t know what’s going on. I’m your sister. I want to help you”

“You can’t help me, Y/n”

“Then, I just want to be there for you” she sat down at the foot of the bed.

“You won’t believe me” He spoke after a beat without looking at her.

“Try me” she grabbed his arm.

Jim went to the middle of his room and said the incantation:

“For the glory of Merlin, daylight is mine to command”

Y/n felt the words make a small rock in her stomach but the blinding blue light distracted her. She shielded her eyes from the light that was coming out her brother.

“Shit” she looked at the armor “That’s so cool…and so….weird?”

“I know, right?” He chuckled

“Can I touch it?” She asked with her hand already up.

“Yeah. Oh! Look!” He lifted his sword knowing her sister would go insane. She loved swords.

“No way!!” Jim could see her eyes sparkle a mile away “but what’s all this? Where did you get it from?”

Jim explained everything from the trolls to the goblins to the fight with Draal.

“Okay…that’s…a lot” Y/n said.

They were sitting on the floor with their backs to the bed.

“Yeah and I’m probably going to be destroyed after the fight” he scratched his head.

“No! I’m going to help you! Ok?” she took him by the shoulder. “I don’t know how but I will”

“Ok” he smiled. He was happy that he didn’t have to hide from his sister anymore.

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“Bite.” PT. 1 (Female Miguel O’Hara x AFAB Reader)

Content Warnings: Cursing, biting, being paralyzed, being chased by a feral woman

Word Count: 657 (Short)

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“You didn’t call,” She snarled at you. Her facial expression was wild, her fangs barred and mouth open, her eyes were furious and looking into your soul. If you were none the wiser, you would’ve thought you were dead.

“You were drunk last night, I thought if I called that you would rip my head off,” You attempted to apologize. It only seemed to make anger her even more.

“I’m not a fucking monster, you don’t have to be afraid of me!” She roared like a lioness. You almost wanted to say, “Your tone says another wise,” but that would almost definitely get you mauled. Although if you did, you’d be bragging at the pearly gates of heaven that you got mauled by the hottest woman you’ve ever seen.

You didn’t want to hurt her, but you didn’t know that you should’ve called her. You figured it would hurt her to hear what happened last night. “I didn’t want to hurt you Mig, I thought that maybe-“

You were cut off as Miguela leapt on you, well tried. You narrowly missed being attacked by the snarling beast. You had almost forgot that she got like this when she got like this when she had a particularly bad memory or generally angry. “Mig calm down! I’m your friend!” You yelled at her, it only angered her more. It was almost like she was hellbent on murdering you, if not at least maiming you.

You ran, barely avoiding getting bit by her. Once or twice her fangs snagged on your baggy pants, luckily you managed to escape her grasp before she got enough time to inject her paralyzing venom.

You had managed to get into the bathroom and ran into the stall, you quickly slammed the door and looked it. Miguela’s large and muscular body crashed against the door, reminding you how close she was to catching you and quite possibly killing you. She growled and hissed and she stuck her arms and slashed in the air, trying to to cut your ankles or grab you. You were so glad she didn’t understand how to open a door in this state. You jumped up on the toilet, that way you were safe from her grasp.

You could hear a bunch of Spanish words you couldn’t understand, assuming the circumstances, they were most likely insults or curse words. You looked at the ground and saw the gouges in the floor, they were deep. You knew it was time to find a better spot when she started banging on the door, it nearly ripped off its hinges. You realized it was her slamming into the door. Shit.

You shot webs at the roof as you leapt and swung over the stalls, you landed and started running out the door. You managed to get a distance from Miguela. Of course that didn’t change the fact that you were being chased by what was basically a lioness but arguably worse. You managed to turn a corner and waved at a few other spider-men as you shouted, “Sorry, can’t talk, being chased by a feral spider-woman!”

You looked back to see her running on all fours and roaring. “Holy shit!” You screamed as you tried to run faster. You knew she could get aggressive when she was mad, but you never saw her like this. You tripped over yourself, you realized your fate when you felt fangs sink into your shoulder. You felt something getting injected into you. Your body went limp, she paralyzed you.

You were hoisted up on her shoulder as she took you somewhere. It was terrifying, not knowing if you were paralyzed in order for her to take you somewhere else to finish the job, or if she was going to take care of you. You ended up shoved in her closet. Saved for later, you thought.

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Yes this is just part one, the next part will be longer and smut filled.

[looking-up-akkos-miniskirt]

Stuck with you

Diana Cavendish, the most promising young witch in Little Witch Academia, had always been known for her unwavering determination and unyielding focus. But on this fateful day, her single-mindedness would prove to be her undoing. She was in the middle of a particularly difficult spell, her hands wreathed in emerald flames as she chanted ancient incantations, when she felt a sudden jolt. The next thing she knew, she was no longer standing upright. Her torso had become lodged through a stone wall, trapping her midsection between the two halves of the structure. Her head and arms remained on one side, while her hips and legs spilled out onto the other. "Well, this is awkward," she muttered, her cheeks flushing with embarrassment.

The wall in question was part of the oldest section of the academy, crafted from rough-hewn stones hundreds of years ago. The mortar that held them together had long since crumbled, leaving the entire structure teetering on the brink of collapse. The groundskeepers had been trying to shore it up for months, but their efforts had been futile. Now, Diana's wanted to attempt to restore the wall to its former glory...

"Diana!" exclaimed akko from near by. "What happened? Are you okay?" She looked at her friend's predicament with a mix of shock and amusement. "Well, this is the first time I've seen you "stuck" with anything."

The other students of Luna nova had gathered around, some offering words of encouragement, others laughing at the situation. Diana felt a blush creep up her neck as she heard their chuckles. "Very funny," she muttered. "Now can someone please get me out of here?"

Akko, stepped forward. With a determined grin on her face, she grabbed hold of Diana's skirt, intent on pulling her loose. "Don't worry, Diana! I've got you!" she exclaimed, only to realize too late that her grip was too strong. There was a loud ripping sound, and Akko stumbled back, clutching at her waist. Diana's skirt had come off in her hands, leaving her friend stuck there in her underwear. "Akko!" Diana cried, her face burning redder than ever.

Meanwhile, the other students had gone silent, their laughter replaced by a mixture of shock and embarrassment. Some looked away, trying not to watch, while others couldn't help but stare. The situation had escalated from awkward to downright mortifying.

Akko, now realizing the severity of her mistake, stammered an apology. "I-I'm sorry, Diana. I didn't mean to... I was just trying to help." She glanced down at her hands, still clutching the remains of Diana's skirt, and then back up at her behind.

The other students were still silent, unsure of how to react. Some shifted uncomfortably, their eyes darting between Akko and Diana. Others couldn't help but snicker, adding to the awkwardness of the situation.

Diana bit her lip, feeling a strange mix of embarrassment and anger. She knew she shouldn't be angry with Akko, but it was hard not to when she found herself in such an awkward position. She took a deep breath and tried to calm herself down. "It's okay, Akko," she said softly. "Just get me out of here"

"Well atleast you're wearing cute panties today, Diana!" Akko exclaimed, unable to hide a grin as she stared at her friend's now exposed legs. Diana's cheeks flushed even deeper, feeling an odd combination of embarrassment and gratitude. The other students exchanged glances, some smirking, others looking away awkwardly.

"T-thats none of your business!" Diana stammered, blushing even deeper. Her cheeks felt like they were on fire, and she could feel the heat creeping up her neck. She wanted nothing more than to disappear into the ground right then and there. The other students laughed softly, a few of them nudging each other and exchanging knowing glances.

"No seriously, they're like super sexy! You should wear them more often," Akko insisted. "A black thong is so you, Diana!" Diana wished she could melt into the ground. The other students exchanged amused glances, some snickering softly.

"Well, thank you, I guess?" Diana responded, her voice barely audible over the laughter. She felt her face burning even brighter. "But can you please get me out of here?" I rather not show any more skin, she thought to herself, wincing as she felt a chill run down her spine.

Akko hesitated for a moment, then grinned mischievously. "Oh come on, Diana! You're only wearing your underwear. It's not like it's the first time we've seen each other in our skivvies," she teased, nudging her friend playfully. Diana could feel her cheeks heat up even more at the mention of them seeing each other in their underwear.

The other students exchanged amused glances, some snickering softly. "Oh, come on, Diana! It's not like we haven't seen each other in our underwear before," Akko teased, her grin growing wider. She nudged her friend playfully. "Besides, you look super cute in those panties!"

Diana felt her face burn even brighter. "A-Akko, please..." she stammered, her cheeks flushing red. "Just get me out of here!" She crossed her arms over her chest, trying to cover herself up as much as possible.

"Sorry, sorry" Akko apologized, scratching the back of her head. She then took a deep breath and reached around Diana's waist once more. "On three, okay? One... two... three!" With all her might, she pulled with everything she had. There was a soft ripping sound and Akko fell back on the ground again.

Akko looked up only to see Dianas behind completely exposed. Her face flushed red with embarrassment as she realized what she had done. "I-I'm sorry, Diana!" she stammered, her hands trembling. "I didn't mean to..."

The other students, who had been watching the whole scene unfold with varying degrees of amusement and discomfort, now found themselves staring at Diana's exposed body in shock. Some of them couldn't help but let out a few gasps, while others tried to avert their eyes. Diana, meanwhile, felt like she was on fire. Her cheeks burned bright red, and she wanted nothing more than to disappear into the ground.

Akko, realizing what she had done, felt a wave of panic wash over her. "Oh my god, I'm so sorry, Diana!" she cried, scrambling to her feet. "I didn't mean to..." She reached out tentatively, trying to cover her friend's exposed lower half.

Diana, still flushed with embarrassment, shrank away from Akko's touch. "No, don't touch there!" she cried, her voice shrill with panic. She couldn't believe what was happening. Her heart pounded in her chest, and her breath came in ragged gasps. The other students watched in silence, unsure of how to react. Some looked mortified, while others struggled not to laugh.

"P-please don't look...!" Diana stammered, her voice cracking as she feels her face growing even hotter. Her heart is pounding out of her chest, and she's certain that every person in the area can see her body flush with embarrassment. She can't believe what just happened, and the humiliation is overwhelming.

Akko attempts to cover Diana's exposed lower half, but instead all she manage to do is grope her friend's private parts, making the situation even more awkward. The other students can't help but stare at this beautiful moment before them.

Diana's moans and her face turns even redder from embarrassment and anger. Good thing there was a wall between them. "Don't touch me there!" She moans. Akko keeps trying to cover her, but she keeps fondling her friend's private parts. "Oh my god, Akko!" She shrieks, her face now beet red. The other students couldn't help but chuckle, some trying to hold it in.

"Don't look everyone, can't you see she's embarrassed!" Akko yelled, trying to distract the other students. Her face was beet red too. Diana couldn't believe this was happening. She felt like her entire body was on fire, and her face was so red that she was sure it would burst into flames any second. She wanted nothing more than to disappear into the ground.

"Okay, this time I'll definitely pull you loose!" Akko cried, taking a deep breath and steadying herself. She closed her eyes, reached around Diana, and pulled with all her might. "Wait!" Diana yelled, flailing her arms in protest. But it was too late. There was a loud ripping sound, and Akko and Diana tumbled to the ground.

Akko landed with a soft thud, her face smothered in something warm, soft, and decidedly fleshy. "Gah!" she sputtered, trying to get up. As she did so, she realized that her entire face was covered in Diana's naked behind. Her cheeks were pressed against Diana's buttocks, and her nose was buried in the soft hair between her legs. She could feel Diana's body heat radiating against her face, and she couldn't help but let out a surprised gasp.

She was finally free. Diana feels something warm and soft press against her backside, and for a moment she thinks it's just the ground. But as she tries to stand up, she realizes it's actually someone's face. Her friend Akko's face. She can feel Akko's breath against her skin, and she's sure that everyone in the school can see her bare bottom. Her heart races, and she wants nothing more than to melt into the ground.

Akko, still stunned from the fall, Diana's soft buttocks pressed against her face. Her cheeks are flushed with embarrassment, and she can feel the heat radiating off Diana's body. She tries to talk, but it's all muffled against her friend's naked backside.

Diana moans softly as she feels something move near her crotch. She realizes it's Akko's mouth teasing her nether regions! " Oh my gosh! Akko are you okay?!" She gasps, feeling a mixture of embarrassment and surprise.

Akko mumbles something into Diana's backside, her voice muffled. "I'm...fine..." she says, her face still buried in Diana's soft flesh. Diana gets up on shaky legs, blushing furiously. Everyone around the starting at them in blissful disbelief.

Akko finally manages to pull herself together and stands up as well. Her face is still beet red, but she can't help but feel a strange sense of accomplishment. "I-I guess that's one way to get free," she stammers, looking around nervously. Diana just stares at her friend, still unable to process what just happened.

Diana's face burns with embarrassment as she hurriedly covers herself with her hands, knowing fully well that everyone has already seen her in her most vulnerable state. Her mind races, trying to comprehend what just happened. She glances around, taking in the stunned expressions of her classmates and the blissful smirks on their faces. She feels a mixture of humiliation and anger welling up inside her.

"You're free Diana!" Akko exclaimed, trying to break the awkward silence. But it was too late. The damage had already been done. The memory of Diana's exposed bottom would be etched in everyone's minds for a long time to come.

Diana's heart raced as she tried to compose herself. She could feel the heat rising to her cheeks, and her eyes darted around nervously. Akko, on the other hand, seemed to be taking it all in stride. She smiled at her friend and gave her a reassuring pat on her bum. "It's okay, Diana. Everyone's seen worse." She laughed.

Diana's anger flared at her friend's attempt to make light of the situation. "And who's fault do you think that is!?" "If you wouldn't have pulled so hard, the whole school wouldn't know what my privates looks like!" she snapped, her voice rising in pitch.

"Eeh! But I thought you butt was really cute" Akko said bluntly. Diana's face turned even redder. "You pervert! You just wanted to see my butt!" she accused. "What? No, I didn't! It just slipped out!" Akko tried to defend herself. "Because you you couldn't be gentle! You were too rough!" Diana shouted. "How else where I suppose to get you out of there?" Akko retorted. " You didn't need to hold onto my clothes!" Diana shouted, her voice rising in anger. "But you're skin was to soft to hold onto!" Akko protested, not understanding why Diana was so upset.

While Akko and Diana continue to argue back and forth. The other students have gone back to their business, but there's an undercurrent of excitement in the air. They've just witnessed something truly unforgettable, something that will undoubtedly be the talk of the school for weeks to come.

[heinzpilsner]

Okay, I'm back, and this is another part of 'Overanalyzing beach Maiko' series! ... Which means we'll try and focus on overanalyzing beach Maiko goddamit as opposed to all the other tempting beach psychological stuff. Yay.

Anyway, today we're going to find out who of the pair actually screwed up the most. Isn't it exciting?

(Spoiler: the answer can be a bit unexpected.)

So, in the last part, Mai broke up with Zuko, and now they're about to meet again in the company of Azula and Ty Lee after... some time (somewhat between twenty minutes and a couple of hours, really).

The pair had an opportunity to calm down and reflect on what happened (and in Mai's case, probably to hear the other girls' opinions), so I'm sure they are different people now!

They both have analyzed their wrong attitudes and relationship mistakes, and now they are wiser, and stronger, and fre...

Zuko: "Where is your new boyfriend?"

Zuko: "My life hasn't been that easy either, Mai." Mai: "Whatever!"

...Nevermind.

But let's not get ahead of events here.

The scene begins with the royal siblings approaching the girls. Zuko walks past Mai with sad expression on his face while she is glaring at his back. Then she looks away with resentment. But then...

Mai: "Hey."

Well, it was very... minimalistic. But it's good to know that Mai reevaluated at least some things here!

...Which ones exactly is an important question though. What if among them was the belief that nice butt is not a reason enough to stay with a guy who can innocently ask you one evening whether you prayed tonight or not?

Okay, okay, I know.

This butt joke was not very minimalistic.

Seriously though, if we leave alone the fact that Zuko is not exactly in the best state for romancing anyone due to him being a cringe-worthy disaster his major inner crisis...

And the fact that Mai clearly should try and find for herself some sources of endorphins which wouldn't depend on how far from a mental breakdown or a high treason her trainwreck of a prince currently is...

And the fact that this whole relationship wasn't such a great idea from the point of compatibility in the first place...

Who of the pair should've made a first move towards reconciliation in the perfect scenario?

Yep, that's a really important question here

I mean, at first it seemed obvious to me that it must be Zuko - since he was acting like an idiot and screwed up the loudest, but...

When I actually tried to analyze the situation through this paradigm, something in the picture didn't really add up. This pesky elusive something kept breaking the general logic, and I couldn't quite put my finger on it for quite some time, you know.

But I think I finally managed to figure out what it was about.

Mai's reluctant little "hey" is the key here, actually.

(It will be a long way, but I hope it will worth it)

Let's look at the totality of facts:

For the whole day, Mai's behavior indicated she doesn't value Zuko all that much.

On this background, he showed her all his ugly sides and gave her not just one, but several good reasons for a break-up.

Just now, he walked past her without stopping to apologize for his words or behavior.

She is clearly still angry at him.

And after all this, Mai, an egocentrical girl with perhaps a bit too much pride, still initiates contact with Zuko.

Doesn't it seem at least a little bit weird to you? It sure does to me.

And, in my opinion, it most likely means one thing...

It was really freaking cold on that beach at night.

... Okay, okay, sorry.

Azula was also a firebender, bad hypothesis.

It means that as soon as Mai got the opportunity to look at her life without Zuko, she suddenly felt that she needs him much more than she thought previously. Like, much more. So much, in fact, that even her pride, resentment and common sense couldn't really beat it.

And yet, she was treating him like a gum that stuck to her shoe. She wasn't grateful for that he gave her nearly enough and took his affection for granted.

So, you wanna know how badly Mai screwed up exactly?

Take the intensity of all cringe-worthy shit Zuko demonstrated today, add to it a little 'hey' multiplied by Mai's pride - and that will be your answer.

Math is so fun.

I always was bad at it though.

I doubt though that Mai herself realized even half of it - otherwise she wouldn't look that angry. I suspect it was mostly her need in itself that made her forget how to be "smart and proud" for once and make a first move.

Except that she probably rationalized it as "Since I'm feeling very generous tonight, I'll give this idiot another chance."

And she is still hoping for Zuko's apologies, so she could graciously forgive him and accept him back.

...Pfffft.

Good luck with this one.

Even though Zuko chilled out quite a bit since the party, until he sees the central belief on which his whole course of actions was based as misconception, he can't apologize for his behavior.

Well, technically he can, but...

"Hello, Mai, Zuko's here. Of course, you treated me like dirt and tried to freaking cheat on me on top after I fed you all the stuff you wanted and almost broke my brain by trying to find at least something about your negativistic ass to compliment... but I a little bit overreacted here. Calling you a big blah was a bit too much, I guess. You're only a small blah. So, yep. It's all I wanted to say. Take care here."

The thing is, Mai didn't really make it clear that she's loyal to Zuko when he doubted it. She only yelled at him for "blowing up over every little thing" without addressing the topic of jealousy directly, and then everything just gone to shit.

And as far as Zuko's knowledge goes, Mai could call her cheating "a little thing". So how exactly he's supposed to understand his mistake if Mai refuses to talk to him properly?

"He could simply use his brain", I can hear someone thinking loudly. Well, it doesn't really seem to be an option at the moment, does it?

You can thank the writer for this.

Mai here is smart though, and smart girls don't explain themselves to their stupid boyfriends even when it actively harms their relationship, apparently.

Fortunately for Mai though, this stupid boy is also lonely as heck. And despite Zuko's "Where is your new boyfriend?" line (which indicates he still resents Mai for her "infidelity" and probably has been imagining in all vivid details how she and Ruon-Jian feed each other fruit tarts since he left the party), he all but runs to her in response to a slightest hint he is still wanted.

Damn, I clearly need to think of some new Mai-related stuff to crack bad jokes about, don't I?

Zuko: "Are you cold?"

So... You're a good caring boy here, Zuko, there's no question about it. But... goddamit.

Is it physically possible to be more love-starved? You could take a leaf out of Mai's book about how to be proud, you know.

I mean, the hell are you doing getting all cozy with her? She just broke up with you! Oficially! After she supposedly tried to cheat on you! Yes, you were an idiot for believing so, but you don't know it yet (otherwise you'd be ashamed of your previous stupidity and wouldn't accuse her again like this).

Even if your reaction was... unnecessary scandalous that's one way to put it, cheating attempt is still a serious transgression (just like breaking up with a partner is a serious act). You can forgive her if you like, but you can't just 'are you cold' it off! You're supposed to talk about it, goddamit!

Perhaps if Zuko just waited a little bit longer instead of moving towards her, Mai would actually overcome her pride and explain the situation to him.

But when his relationship needed it most, Zuko's self-respect vanished. Again.

And now Mai knows that she can whistle at any moment and he'll run to her no matter what (not as fast as she'd prefer, admittedly, but they can work on it). Yep, that's exactly the message you need to give a girl who supposedly looks at other guys and believes it's okay to use you as a free service.

(No.)

How do you think you ended up in such a situation with her in the first place, boy? Give this girl an inch and she'll take a mile!

Ugh, whatever. I guess it doesn't make much sense to expect such an awareness from a lonely 16-year-old in his first relationship.

Naturally, getting in response to her huge gracious 'hey' just a pathetic show of care and forgiveness (as opposed to expected tearful repentance), Mai pushes Zuko away again, and thus concludes this segment of beach Maiko interactions. Yay.

The next dialogue of the pair centers around Mai's personality and demeanor, so I guess this is what we'll talk about next time. And... Mai fans, I warn you: it's not gonna be pleasant~ (when it ever was with me though, lol?)

Thanks for your attention!

(By the way, all you've just read could be  total bullshit, because the topic is quite complex and that in fact was my third attempt to analyze the situation, muhahaha! Take it or leave it.)

I ignore all notifications.

P. S.: I just realized something. Why it's zutara but Maiko for me? It's kinda contr-intuitive given my preferences, I suppose.  But I just feel like this. Maybe it's about difference between something familiar and alien. I'm not gonna change anything anyway - it would be too stressful for my autistic brain right now, lol.

R.I.P., Akira Toriyama.

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Chapter 11: Four-Fanged Offense (Section 3)

"Whew, that was scary." After confirming that his best friend was alright, Hector wiped the cold sweat off his brow.

Eliwood apologized to him. "I'm sorry. I wanted to try talking with him once no matter what it took to do so."

"Still…"

"All's well that ends well! And we got to know a bit about our foe." Lyn cut in as Hector tried to say something further. 

It wasn't unreasonable for Hector to be angry. Eliwood had nearly died. But just as Lyn said, though it wasn't much, they had certainly seen what their enemy was like.

"...So the Black Fang as a whole really is a group of chivalrous thieves. And they might just be manipulated to do as Nergal says… I wonder if there isn’t some way for us to talk to their leader, Brendan Reed?"

"Yes, there might be some way for us to end this without fighting." Lyn nodded.

"...I'm against that proposal."

"Hector?" Hector’s unexpected, deeply sullen response stuck with Eliwood.

"...Anyway, we should return to the inn. We might have a message from Pent and the others." Hector forced the end of the conversation, then immediately started walking back towards the inn.

"What’s with him? I wonder what could have happened?” Lyn said quietly in response to Hector’s mood.

But Eliwood knew exactly why Hector was against his idea.

The Black Fang killed Leila. They were the murderers of one of his subordinates, and as such, they should hate every last member.

Hector, who cared much more deeply about his friends and allies than the average person, likely had no intention of trying to talk anything out with the very group that had killed one of his allies.

The Black Fang was simply another enemy they had to take out. 

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Matthew began to move the moment Linus gave out the order to retreat and his subordinates complied.

If Matthew followed Linus’ followers, he concluded, then he would eventually end up at the Black Fang’s base. And so, he slipped away from Eliwood and his other allies without a word, and started to trail after them.

'I will find them! Just watch me, Leila…’

Matthew did everything he could to suppress the hatred that wanted to flow out from within him at any second, and ran. If they noticed him following them, then all his effort would be for naught. Keeping his presence hidden so that they would not sense he was there at all, he ran after them while also keeping his distance.

But there was a figure following after him.

“Hey, I’m going with you.”

When he realized that it was the ex-member of the Black Fang, he put a hand on the hilt of the dagger he kept hidden under his cape.

“You can’t be so angry. They’ll find you.”

At Legault’s words, Matthew calmed himself down once more. He was currently following someone. He had to hide every ounce of his presence. “...What are you doing?”

“Nothing really. I just so happened to see you tailing them. I immediately decided to do whatever I could to help.”

“Why are you going so far to help me? Worried about your old allies?

“I mean, I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t… Whoa, hey, calm down!”

He stopped Matthew from putting his hand on the hilt of his dagger again, then continued, “...The Black Fang as they are now is a far cry from how they used to be. Taking them down… Taking Nergal down… I suppose you could call it my revenge.”

“What do you mean?”

“I’ll tell you about it next chance we get, I suppose. For now, we have to focus on following these guys’ don’t we?” Legault answered to dodge the question, and nodded towards the backs of the Black Fang members moving forward, now just small specks in the distance.

That was of course their priority, but Matthew couldn’t trust the aloof man in front of him.

He looked at Legault with a suspicious gaze. 

Legault mumbled in exasperation, “Fine. Here, just take it all," then pulled everything he had out from under his cloak, including his dagger, lockpick, and even his own personal vulnerary. "Now I’m totally unarmed. I’m not that strong… I’d have no hope of killing you with my bare hands. Now can you trust me, at least a little?”

“...There’s a possibility you might throw one of those rocks over there at me.”

“Then what am I supposed to do? Are you gonna make me cut my own arms off?”

“I’d like to, but… At the moment, we need to hurry. I’ll trust you.” Matthew threw Legault’s belongings back at him, then focused on their pursuit. “...For now."

Legault returned everything to their proper places under his cape, then followed after Matthew.

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“...First, I need to talk to Brother… That woman really is far too shady…”

Linus, had disappeared from Eliwood’s sight, and was now walking the road to the Black Fang’s base alone. After his conversation with him, his suspicions about Sonia were even stronger.

But how could he reveal this fox in sheep's skin?

Ever since before the Black Fang had changed to become what it was now, he always needed to discuss everything with Lloyd, who he depended on for everything. But…

He was lost in his thoughts when he sensed a discomforting feeling, like something had suddenly entered his body.

“...Wh… What…?” In that instant, he felt intense pain and powerlessness assail his body. “You… I never felt your presence… nothing at all…"

All of the strength had been drained from his body and he could no longer will himself to move as he wished, but he just barely managed to turn around. There stood the eerie person with the golden eyes - Limstella.

“...Mad Dog Linus. You have such marvelous quintessence.” A red light shone in Limstella’s hand. There was no mistaking what it was. It was the quintessence they had just sucked out of him.

The moment they finished their business, Limstella disappeared into a teleportation circle.

Linus glared at the now empty space Limstella had disappeared from, and mustered up his last bit of energy to say, “...Dammit… …I… messed up…”

There were things that he needed to do. But he no longer had any strength left to carry them out. Limstella had stolen every last bit of it from him.

"Brother… I'm… so… rry…"

Leaving exactly what he was apologizing for a mystery forever, Linus of the Four Fangs breathed his last.

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My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

Hello! Hope youre doing well :) can i request for a very melancholy s/o with Vil? Generally a very nostalgic and introverted person but very warm, heartfelt, wise and understanding? A mature infp if you may LWNSKQ

Thank you ! Have a nice day :D

Hi anon I hope you have a nice day too! I've been doing better these few days and first I'd like to say that I apologize for taking so long on this, it was worded rather confusing to me and I lack knowledge on mbti personality types. Please request again if I didn't write it the way you liked. I did see the words melancholy, introvert, and heartfelt, and nostalgic so I wrote this as:

Vil with a shy introverted s/o

(Sorry it's kinda short </3 I hope that's ok)

(´；ω；｀)

Characters: Vil Schoenheit

Reader: gn

Genres: Fluff, headcanons

Warnings: none

Usually despite your shy introverted disposition, you were rather sweet around those who you were close to.

Vil liked that about you. You were someone who he could share his feelings with. You could do the same with him.

Vil doesn't really try to change the fact that sometimes you're shy because he found it rather cute

Everyone at school is kinda shocked by the fact that the Vil Schoenheit who is the image of confidence would date Y/n who was probably the second biggest introvert (next to the elder Shroud)

I imagine that Vil REALLY adores your maturity, something a lot of the NRC students lacked at times. Vil considers himself to be a rather mature person.

Vil loved it most the quiet times you'd spend together, just having your presence was enough for him to feel calm.

He's not going to force you to be really social with others if it makes you uncomfortable.

You don't have to worry about people poking fun at you because you were shy, because no one wants to make Vil angry. (And if they did they must be very stupid and better get someone to plan their funeral /hj)

113 notes - Posted September 25, 2022

#4

Hihi! I wanted to request a headcanon of Idia and Azul of how they would take a male s/o out on a date :D thanks!

Hi! I love this idea so much! I tried my best to make the reader male! I got stuck on what to write so I added crack because this is the twst-verse I hope that's okay!

Genre(s): Romance, Fluff, Crack if you squint.

Warning(s): mushrooms, slight ooc on Azul's part sorry I'm still learning about him, mentions of social anxiety on Idia's part.

Reader: Male

Character(s): Idia and Azul

Okay so CAPITALISM—

I'm joking💀

Azul will take you on a date AWAY from Mostro Lounge because he doesn't want the Tweels interfering

They still did anyway

Got the right from Headmaster to leave the campus don't ask how. All you need to know is Crowley is graciously giving his full permission.

A gentleman, he bought you flowers and wanted to take you to dinner!

Wanted everything to go perfectly but Tweels intervined :,)

Took you to a fancy restaurant and you guys sat down

You both ordered pasta as the waiter respectfully wrote down what you wanted.

A band was playing music to fit the romantic atmosphere

Everything was perfect...too perfect (Leech twins cue to come try to mess everything up for funsies)

His glasses went askewed when he finds out Jade is the 'new waiter' when there food is delivered.

"Unfortunately I will be serving you now as the last waiter has finished his shift" obviously it was a lie. Since when did jade work here?

Azul was kinda nervous about eating now as Jade expectantly waited for you both to try your food.

One bite and it was evident that the recipe had been modified with mushrooms

Jade looks every bit pleased by you guys reactions to the fungi and notes everything down.

Well if that wasn't embarrassing enough Floyd is now trying to take over the music band because "their taste in music was too sappy and boring" the guests are just bewildered at the scene.

"If you two are here, who's watch The dorm and Mostro Lounge?" He asked in a serious tone.

Azul looked very upset until he heard joyous giggles coming from you. He loved your laugh and now he's laughing too.

You were having a great time regardless of the twins shenanigans.

Of course he'd take you out again on a proper date though (or at least try to.

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129 notes - Posted October 4, 2022

#3

How the Twst Characters Would Drive a Car Pt. 1

Part 2 | Part 3

Characters: Heartslaybul and Savanaclaw

Genre: Crack headcanons

Warnings: None

This was a random idea that just popped into my head.

• Can he even reach the pedals?

• Riddle is definitely the type of person that strictly adheres to the laws of the road no question about it.

• If you're riding with him you'll follow them too "Wear your seatbelt y/n, don't distract the driver, no eating in the car..." Yeah stuff like that.

• Doesn't road rage but he will turn as red as his hair if someone cut him off.

• 8/10 recommend, he's a good driver but boring

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135 notes - Posted August 16, 2022

#2

I have writers block so I'll serve you a word vomit of angst

• Imagine a long time after everything at NRC, after graduation, after Malleus becomes king, Lilia lives in that small cottage again

• Imagine him keeping a diary so he wouldn't forget his memories but for some reason stopped.

• Imagine Lilia opening his diary for the first time in years to be reminded of his time in NRC and that he had a son

• Imagine Lilia searching desperately for his son only to find his grave with a sword symbol engraved in it

• Imagine him remembering Silver's death and that he didn't record it because he didn't want to accept the fact that his son was gone.

Imagine that

Your reminder that Lilia will have to bury Silver one day, and that fact that he is a knight doesn't make his chances of living a long life any better.

152 notes - Posted August 16, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

I personally headcanon that Malleus gave Lilia absolute HELL when he was a kid. Not that he meant to 😭 but chaos always just happened.

he probably wasn't spoiled but most likely very demanding it shows💀

654 notes - Posted November 18, 2022

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Zane Morgue

Author's note: Hey, Tumblr. This is probably one of the weaker chapters and I wanna apologize for that. I'm trying to steer this story into a darker and more mature direction as opposed to the "sad teenager murderer uwu" direction I might accidentally take it in. I'm having a hard time with writing something like that and as a result, I've written a part of the story that I hate. But I didn't want to delay it any further so here it is. Zane Morgue chapter 3.

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Chapter Three

December 21st, 1991. 10:09 P.M.

The woman had been running throughout the forest, avoiding the figure behind her. She came to a halt and started panting. She looked around, she ran way too far to be close to the classmate's house. The figure was nowhere in sight, the brunette started to calm down.

"What the hell was that?" She muttered to herself in between breaths. Her breath grew shaky but slower as she started to trudge through the forest. She didn't know where she was and that terrified her. She didn't even know why she was running from the figure, it did nothing to harm her, but she could feel that she was in danger. In danger of what? She didn't want to know.

The woman, thinking that she was on her way back to the other neighborhood, stumbled upon a cliff instead. So now not only was she on the run from some mysterious entity, she was going the wrong way the entire time. A branch snapped behind her and she turned, being met with the faceless man that she's been running from.

June 10th, 2010. 11:09 P.M.

Zane woke up with a groan. How long had he been out for? Weeks? No. That's dramatic. It'd most likely been a few hours. After a few seconds of regaining his consciousness, he could tell he was in a dangerous situation. His arms were bound to each other around the cheap plastic chair he was sitting in. The ropes around his wrists felt like they were burning his skin.

He looked around the room. It looked abandoned. Graffiti stained the concrete walls around him. His bag was on the floor next to him. What building was he even in? He couldn't tell what the original purpose this building served, probably an old hospital or a mental institution. Zane couldn't really define anything else about the room, it was dark and there were no light sources around. He could however pick up on a absolutely disgusting smell. Was it a dead body? Or maybe it was coming from the three men who he was suddenly aware of.

Two men he didn't recognize. One of them was in a yellow hoodie and a black mask. The other was wearing a bomber jacket and a white mask with black eyes and lips. One of them was Toby. He shouldn't have trusted him, why was he so naive?

The men just stared at him as he took in everything happening.

"What is this... where am I?" Zane asked, nervously looking around. He looked at Toby, and nervousness turned into bitterness. Then that turned to anger.

"Huh, you played me," he spoke, "then again, what did I expect?"

Toby nodded. Zane felt a heat in him, like he wanted to break free of his bounds and attack one of the men. That was always his first resort when someone made him angry. Attack. He almost got kicked out of elementary school once because he kept attacking everyone that made him mad. But he wasn't stupid, even if he did untie the rope around his wrists, it'd be 3 on 1.

"He should be here any minute now," Toby stated. The other men didn't seem to react at all. They just stood and stared. The three left the room while Zane was just stuck there. He wasn't ready to be a murderer. He wasn't keen on having to work for some supernatural being. These people were fucking crazy.

He looked down at the ground, and noticed a sharp piece of rubble. He turned his chair and tipped it over. He grasped at the rubble and tried to cut through the knot. Once his hands were free, he grabbed his bag and ran to the nearest exit of the building that he could sneak out of which were the broken windows behind him. He dropped onto the ground and snuck away.

"DAMN IT! HE FUCKING ESCAPED!" Zane could hear from behind him. He ran to a tree and hid as he heard the sounds of the men's shoes rapidly hitting the ground. The brunette panted and looked around. He needed to get out of here. These people were crazy and he needed to get as far away from them as possible.

He gathered his surroundings. There was a road up ahead, he'd be able to make it and, hopefully, hitchhike to the nearest motel. He just needed to outrun these psychos.

Zane heard the sound of a van door opening and then he saw something running at him out of the corner of his eye. It was wearing a white hoodie and had on a mask that reminded him of ones from old horror movies. He didn't stay observing for long. He didn't even bother picking himself up, he just started to crawl away while he got up and ran after he did.

"Distract it." he thought. He started to frantically search through his backpack, looking for a flashlight to possibly blind it with. When he came up empty, he decided to pick up whatever was on the ground and throw it at the person. Sticks, rocks, smaller fallen branches, whatever. It did manage to slow the person down a bit but not enough. So, in a desperate attempt to distract it. He pulled out his iPod to blind it.

He turned on the device and flashed it at the being, which caused to to cover it's eyes and stop running. So it was sensitive to light, nice.

Zane ran out into the road and was immediately blinded by headlights. Zane didn't stop, he just waited for the car to slow down. Which it did. The car looked like an old 1970s pickup truck. He ran to the window and started tapping on it frantically.

"You got to help me, there's people over there and they're trying to kill me," Zane said once the window was rolled down. The woman in the vehicle, who looked startled upon viewing him, looked behind him and saw the three men and the person running after him in the white hoodie.

"Get in," she replied. He wasted no time in getting in the truck. He threw his bag down on the floor and slammed the door. The bleach blonde pressed her foot on the gas and the vehicle sped off.

"Where do you want to go?" She asked, looking over at him for a second.

"Nearest motel," he answered, shakily. She nodded. After taking a minute to calm down, Zane looked over at the woman, observing her. Studying her. She reminded him of those hipsters he saw online. She was also really pretty.

Zane cleared his throat and spoke up, "thank you for giving me a ride.

"No problem," she replied, "what happened to your face?"

"Shit," Zane thought as he put a hand on his burnt half of his face. He hadn't even seen his face since it happened. Was it that bad? Was it really noticeable? Well it probably was since the acid burnt half his face. He pulled down the mirror above him and looked at his face. It was badly burnt. One of his eyes was open fully and was sort of bulging out, his "skin" was red where he was burnt, which was almost half his face, his neck, and shoulder. You could see his muscles poking out, even a chunk of his hair was burnt off. His skin was basically melted off of him. He sighed, and put the mirror back up.

"Accident involving acid" he answered, not wanting to elaborate further and have her realize who he is.

"Oh," She responded, not wanting to pry anymore Zane assumed, "Well it looks uh.. kinda of cool to be honest, very Freddy Krueger-esque."

"Thanks," Zane responded. He felt like she was lying for some reason, but she could just genuinely think it looks cool.

"I uh... what's your name? I'm Zane," he introduced, wanting to be friendly with her. After all, she probably just saved his life, no need to be hostile and stand-offish like he was with most.

"Alyssa, Lizzy or Lyssa for short," the hipster replied, "why'd your parents name you Zane? I don't know a lot of boys with that name."

"Oh well my legal name's Zachary, but I like Zane because it sounded uh... what's the word.."

"Edgier?" Alyssa asked.

"Yeah!" he replied, putting his bag on his lap.

"You seem quite friendly for a stranger I just met," Lyssa points out.

"Well you probably just saved my life back there, I feel indebted to you," the burnt one replied.

"What was that all about back there, by the way?" she asked.

"Some psychos, recruiting me for their cult, no biggie," the brunette answered, sarcasm dripping from his tongue.

"Oh, they wouldn't happen to offer you any Kool-Aid, did they?" The blonde asked, a smile in her voice. Zane chuckled and shook his head.

"No, but they did offer a lifetime of serving an entity that probably doesn't exist, and no, they weren't hardcore Christians, I think,"

“Huh, weird…”

A few minutes pass by, Zane’s hands have been tapping on the dashboard the whole time.

“What state am I in?” The tall male asked, turning his head to the woman.

“You’re in Tennessee… why?” she inquired, sounding confused that he didn’t know what state he was in.

“Oh… I was in Kentucky before they kidnapped me,” he answered, now tapping his foot, “how long until we get to the motel?”

“It’s about an hour away, well maybe like 54 minutes now,” the hipster replied.

“Coolio… what music do you like?” Zane asked.

June 11th, 2010. 12:09 A.M.

Alyssa just finished paying for their room. She decided that she might as well stay too since it was definitely a far drive from the motel to her parent's house. Zane slumped on the bed.

"So, are you from Kentucky?" Lyssa asks, joining him as she got on the bed as well. Zane didn't answer, zoned out. For the past hour, he had been paying attention to every detail of her, assessing who she was as a person. She was smart, liked horror movies, and she also kind of had a bit of an ego. She could get really pretentious and shit. Funny how much you can learn about someone in an hour.

"Zane?" she asked, looking at him weirdly, "Uh... my eyes are up here, dude."

"Sorry, I zoned out, what did you say?" he asked, shying away from her, realizing he was staring at her tits.

"I asked if you're from Kentucky," she repeated, pulling her shirt down a bit.

"Oh, no. I'm just on my way to visit family, I'm heading up to Louisiana. And then that whole thing with the cult members happened," he answered, nervously chuckling, "what about you? Are you from around here?"

"Yeah, I am. I'm gonna move after this summer though. I'm planning on going to a really good college. Maybe Ohio State or something,"

Zane nodded. Lyssa looked a bit uncomfortable, maybe Zane shouldn't have been staring at her tits like that.

"Whatever, I zoned out, maybe she shouldn't be so sensitive," He thought as he pulled his legs to his chest.

He looked down at himself and realized he probably smelled.

"I'm gonna use the shower," he stated as he got up from the bed.

"Kay, 'night," she said in response, turning over.

12:16 A.M.

Zane got out of the shower, cleaning off the blood he has collected from the past few days. He was staring into to the mirror before feeling a sort of breeze behind him. He became tense, and a strong urge overcame him.

He put on his clothes and walked out into the room. He scanned it for his bag and grabbed the bloodied axe out of it. He went over to the side of the bed that Lyssa was sleeping on and took the axe to her neck.

12:23 A.M.

Zane turned on the truck after throwing his bag on the floor and sped off from the motel, no set destination in mind. He just needed to get away. He was on his third murder now, he was now legally considered a serial killer and now the police will definitely be hunting for him now. And it's not like he was that hard to look for him either with him probably being on camera from when he murdered that cashier. The whole side of his face, neck and shoulder was burnt badly. How many people looked like him? He stared out the windshield with a stone-faced expression. What sucked even more is that he liked this girl, and he unwillingly just killed her. He didn't want to kill her but something inside him, the something that has been with him since he killed his dad, felt out of control. Like a little beast who needed to be satisfied. He hasn't remembered much of the past two murders he committed except for the moments leading up to them and the sight of them after.

Where even was he? Was he even still in Tennessee? Probably not. After driving for an hour, he pulled into the parking lot of a national park/preserve and laid down on the seat and stared at the roof of the car. Why was he doing this? If he was just gonna randomly kill whoever gets a little too close to him, why not just give himself up to that Slender dude or whatever his name was. Why not just work alongside the men and the being? Not like he'll be safe in anywhere.

"No! Don't think like that, you're not becoming a slave," he yelled at himself in his head. He might think that now, but he couldn't shake the feeling that it's just gonna end up in that way, no matter how hard he tries to prevent it.

[bakshiis]

why are you like this? were you not hugged as a child?

regardless of what people might say or think about me, i do not like getting angry. in a way, i'm ashamed of it. sharp words and low blows are something i resort to because i feel like it's what i need to do in the situation. i wasn't always like this. at one point in my life i was actually an awkward kid. a kid that wasn't ashamed to be a dork. a kid that actually showed a little bit of kindness. i wonder sometimes if basil remembers those times, remembers that version of me like i do. usually, i wonder about it in moments like these. where we're arguing about something so minuscule that both our ideas would make hardly a difference once the avatar skin dropped. it's no secret that i can sometimes be a little bit harsh in meetings. ever since basil had started working at mq, it had only gotten worse.

i don't remember exactly what i had said to make basil ask those questions. once the words had slipped out of his mouth my head went fuzzy. that anger i had grew then. how could he ask me such a thing? basil already knew the answer to his questions. my childhood is what brought me here, after all. the brad that i once was would have never made it far as i had, as far as zack did. i had become the person i had once hated in order to try and surpass him. i wonder if basil recognizes that, if that's why he had decided to make such a personal jab at me.

i'm silent for longer than i would like to me. it's like i'm stuck stiff sitting here, jaw clenched and hands balled into fists in my lap. i don't know what to say. there's this brief moment where i think about dropping the conversation all together, apologizing for everything that i had done to basil. how i had dropped of the face of the earth, cut all contact between the two of us. there's this guilt pooling in the bottom of my stomach and i feel sick. i don't like that feeling. so instead of focusing on it, i decide to do what has always propelled me further in the past.

i bite back.

"you know why i'm like this, basil." my tone is low, steady. for how angry i am my voice is shockingly calm. there's no use in shouting and throwing a fit. it's pathetic, weak. showing that your hurt will only lead to more hurt. instead i deliver my blows in a cool and calculated fashion. that hurts the other person more. and i want him to hurt, not me. "i wasn't hugged as a child. but you know that, don't you? in fact, you might know that better than anyone." after all, basil was one of the only people that dared to befriend me back then.

"y'know what, i've got a question of my own." my head tilts back, brow raising, smirk tugging at the corner of my lip. "why are you like this?" i pause then, moving to rest my elbows on the table, leaning further across the conference table. "were you not hugged as a child?" i pause, head tilting to the side. a small gasp passes my lips, like i've had a revelation. "wait ... i know the answer to that one! no, you weren't."

my face falls then, smirk disappearing from my face. "i know what you're doing. you're just as much of an actor as i am." i push arms off the table, leaning back in my chair as my arms rest on my chest, hands linking together. "we both are putting on this act to hide that part of ourselves. don't you dare try to bring up my past here. just because we were friends once upon a time doesn't make us friends now. you know nothing about me, not anymore. i've changed, rather you like it or not."

@prismpowa

[malleryanne]

*RANT WARNING*

ok this is going to trigger the fuck out of a lot of people probably but I don't give a single damn because I've been stewing over a stupid comment and I need to rant. I hate when toxic directioners just hop straight onto the hate train with absolutely no hesitation (like the whole Zayn & yolanda situation and the podcast thing with Liam that got him way more hate than anyone deserves) and then as soon as the drama is over and people have calmed their asses the directioners that were hating on a member come back and start staning them again acting all sorry and apologizing. if you guys are going to constantly be switching sides but not sticking up for your "idol" when it actually counts, they don't need you as a fan. cancel culture is toxic as fuck because people make monsters out of someone who just made a mistake, like human beings do. this isn't even the worst part though because what makes me really fucking angry is when the toxic directioners generalize the whole fandom and act like what they did was ok because "all directioners" did it. the comment I saw the other day was on a sad Liam edit with him talking about how the hate affected him and a "directioner" said that we (the fandom) made Liam feel like that. I was like, bitch? who the fuck is "we". just because your fake ass just decided to go along with everyone's toxic and hateful opinions about Liam doesn't mean that all directioners did. I personally have never stopped supporting any member throughout any type of drama and I have never made anything even close to hate comment towards one of the members because unlike you I'm actually a fucking real supporter and a decent human being. plus I saw countless of other directioners sticking up for Liam during the hate situation, so no, the directioners didn't do that to him because the people that hated on him honestly don't even deserve to be called a directioner. don't group us real ones in with you please when you talk about that. sure if you guys are sorry for what you did to him, that's wonderful, but honestly if you truly, truly cared about him, you wouldn't have done it in the first place. and before anyone that still is hating on Liam for some stupid fucking reason says he deserved it, no, he didn't. he made a mistake, said things he didn't mean, partly because the people who he was with knew what they were doing. the other members don't have harsh feelings towards him so why should you? he apologized afterwards to Zayn and some time ago Zayn actually commented on one of Liam's insta posts calling him his brother. Louis also stuck up for Liam during this as well. again, for the people that hated on him and are sorry now, I'm glad your sorry, and I understand that sometimes it's easy to just believe everything people say, but next time you should really try to understand the whole situation and view the person as a human rather than a celebrity before you just start attacking them. this rant is mostly about the Liam situation, but that's because this is my best example but I did see similar things with Zayn after the whole ab*se accusations. if you guys are going to love your idol and hate them the next, I repeat, they don't need you as a fan. also don't generalize an entire fandom so you can make an excuse for your actions.

i know I probably offended a lot of people but at least I'm not stewing in my head anymore lol.

also let's be clear, when I say stop cancel culture, Im not saying to forgive people who do stuff that's actually deserving of criticism such as being racist, ect.

[penofpenguin]

Hi hi!!!! I read your rules but let me know if you can do this it’s a bit of angst/comfort.

During potions class the ADuce combo accidentally made a potion that trapped MC in there mind (the potion was meant to be a simple brew lord know how they did what they did) so the dorm leaders must go into mcs mind and bring them back in the “drivers seat” MC never told anyone about where there from or there fam so what they see when they enter saddens them. When they first entered they see an MC that looks about 6 guiding them to the first memory. It’s Mc trying to stop a fight between there parents. Following little Mc again they then see Mc trying to take care of there mom and little siblings. The third memory was when mcs mom died, Mc taking on all responsibilities at the age of 14, the final memory they see is an internal one. Mc crying over all the overblots Crowley never helping worry about there siblings it’s all to much. And finally little mc disappeared leaving the mc they all know. Broken crying just wanting a break and true friends. (IM SO SORRY IF THIS IS BAD I HOPW YOU CAN USE THIS! Have a great day!)

Hello!! Thank you for the ask!!

Unfortunately I was only able to do Riddle, Leona and Azul for now so consider this a part 1. I'll probably make part 2 later. I apologize for the inconvenience :(

Content Warnings: Parents fighting, mentions of death

Pairings: Riddle x reader, Leona x reader, Azul x reader

Riddle, Leona and Azul end up in their s/o's mind to get them out of it, but end up learning something about them.

Enjoy!!

Context: You were doing an experiment in the lab with the ADeuce trio and due to something they did, you got stuck inside your mind. ADeuce panick and go to get your lover to come fix this.

"I SWEAR ONCE I HAVE YOUR HEAD ACE-"

Riddle's face turned normal again after eyeing his location. It seemed very unfamiliar from what he read in books. A small child pulled on his clothes.

"Oh...you look alot like Y/n."

The child silently lead him to a memory. Riddle followed and saw a younger version of you trying to stop a fight between your parents. His face was drawn with visible pity. He faced the child.

"Y-your parents never got along...?"

The child spoke no words and continued walking, Riddle following. The next stop was you taking care of your mom and siblings.

"Mom...you'll be alright. I promise." You say in the memory.

Before Riddle could even respond, the child dragged a shocked Riddle to a memory where you were around 14, taking care of your siblings.

"Dinner's ready!!" You say as your siblings run towards you with glee.

Riddle tried to reach into the memory to hold your tired face, only to get dragged by the child once more. He was getting angry with the pulling.

"WOULD YOU REFRAIN FROM PULLING M-"

In front of Riddle was you in the present time, tears flooding your face. You seemed to be mumbling about how everything in NRC was too much.

Riddle felt guilty, as he was one who overblotted and was one of the reasons you felt this way. He turned to see the child only to be met with your eyes.

"Riddle- I- I didn't expect you to-" You stutter. Seeing the memory behind him, you couldn't help but cry. Riddle walked towards you and let you lay on his shoulder.

"I'm sorry...this world is too much my rose. I'm sorry I never knew you were going through all of this." He says softly, wiping your tears away. He was never the best at comfort but he tried. Once you seemed calmed down, he gave a kiss to your cheek.

"How about we go back and have some tea together? I also need to collar Ace and Deuce for their idiocy." He says with a smile.

"Mindless brats causing problems again." He muttered.

Leona looked around sleepily.

"Oi Herbivore! You in here?"

The only response Leona got was a pull on the tail by a child looking like you. He was never fond of kids but this child might just lead him to you.

He followed the child, rolling his eyes and yawning every minute. The child stopped and signalled Leona to look.

He saw you, trying to stop a fight between your parents, siblings on the side, scared.

"Damn." Was all he could say. What can he say? He was shocked. You never told him anything about this. He reached out to the child.

"Yo kid-"

The child just continued walking, ignoring Leona's call. He speechlessly followed.

He was too immersed in the thought of what he saw just now that he bumped into the child, who surprisingly just stood still as they have come to a stop.

"Don't blame anything on yourself mom. I really can handle it! Stay positive you'll be alright!!" You said, a little older than the memory before.

In a blink of an eye, the scenario changed and infront of Leona showed your 14 year-old-self coming home from your duties and going to make dinner for your siblings, who were happy to see you. In the corner of the room, a picture of your mother was hung, a flower atop of it, indiacting your mother has passed away.

"They're only 14...and they're the reason the household goes on..." He muttered.

"I can't do this anymore-" A voice nearby played. Leona followed the voice to see your present self, crying in Ramshackle, rambling about how stressed you felt and how Crowley's doing nothing to help you.

Unlike Riddle, Leona didn't feel pity, but he felt anger. Anger at life for treating you this way. Why you? You didn't deserve it.

"Life's unfair isn't it?" You stood beside him, watching the memory with him. He immediately turned to your side to see your tears coated with tears.

He sighed. That was his line but that wasn't the point. Leona was also not the best at comfort so all he could do was pat your head and give a kiss to your forehead.

"You should have told me you were going through that. Let's go back now, and this time, I'll blackmail the birdbrain. It'll be a fun sight to watch."

"Those two troublesome pathetic souls wasting my time again." He angrily rambled as he walked around.

"My pearl? Darling?"

A child came running to his call. Azul eyed the child until he came up with a conclusion this child is either you or related to you.

The child tugged onto his coat and pointed right. Azul saw this and curiously walked towards the pointed destination.

It was a memory of you, stopping your parents from arguing and fighting. Azul couldn't help but feel pity. His parents are divorced so he knows the pain.

The child grabbed his hand and pulled him away to another stop as Azul wouldn't leave this scenario and keep giving pitiful looks to it.

The next destination was a scenario of you catering to your mother, who wasn't in the healthiest position.

"This scenario is very self-explanatory. My poor beloved pearl was the breadwinner-"

The child, getting bored with his talking grabbed him and took him away in an attempt to shut him up.

Of course, Azul was taking your situation very seriously, but how could he show that to a child.

This stop was alot similar to the previous one, except your mother was gone. There you stood, a solid 14 year old, playing with your siblings whilst memorising your given homework.

This got to Azul's heart. Seeing you in pain that he can't fix made him not only feel slightly powerless, but also made him feel deeply bad for you.

"Are we done dear child?" He asked, wanting to leave and not see you suffer for any longer.

The child nodded and pointed to a memory near the end. Azul quickly walked towards it to find you, in NRC, crying about the stress and anxiety Crowley and the overblot situations give you.

He felt a pang of guilt, which he hated. He hated showing that side to you. But you still accepted him and loved him despite everything he accidentally or intentionally put you through.

A tear slowly escaped his cheek, but a hand wiped it away for him. He turned to see you in the flesh.

"Don't feel sorry Azul." You painfully said, slightly trembling. Azul grabbed you into a hug. He gave you pats on your head and back as you cried everything out to him. Multiple kisses landed on your head too.

"Calm down my pearl....please. Listen, you're welcome anytime to my office. Oh, and as for some small mischief, why don't I blackmail the principal saying I have you and I won't give you back. I mean...it is true is it not~"

[threepointseven]

hii (◍•ᴗ•◍) I love your posts and I'd like to request a gn!reader that's seen as a pretty/handsome and admirablely intelligent person (like Kokomi with strategy wise) but they have a short temper, and they get jealous because a woman? Or a guy has been flirting with their partner.

I wanted this for Albedo, Venti, Scaramouche. You can add more characters you have ideas for too (´∀`)

Intelligent S/O who has a short temper and gets jealous easily

Type- HC’s 🌷

Flowers included!🌼= venti x gn! Reader, scaramouche x gn!reader, albedo x gn!reader

Note🍀= ilysm thank u for requestinf 🤬🤬🤬🤬👉💐💕

Part 2: Since their s/o is smart and popular theyre the ones that get jealous since they keep getting asked out

Genshin masterlist

💐Your bouquet has been delivered <3💐

Albedo

- when he first met you, you were somewhat of a special guest as jean then given to albedo because she was sure you would be of help.

- And she was right, over the hours you were over albedo got how many things done! Through albedo’s eyes you were mature and extremely intelligent, you got things done fast and you always gave your input. Your intelligence is one of the reasons he fell inlove with you

- On top of that you were beautiful, even the slightest sight of your skin made people swoon, the way you walk the way you talk, it was all just so mesmerizing

- Even the great stoic albedo got caught in a haze staring at your hair moving with dragonspine’s air

- There was also a small quirk to you when you first met, everytime one of the experiments went wrong you silently raged and usually had to go out of the area to scream and whine in anger to yourself, and for some reason the alchemist found it quite cute for someone as smart as you to have such a hard time controlling their anger

- Fast forward to when your dating your still that smart little thing thats always up for mind games, except Albedo hasnt caught on that you have slight anger issues-

- Youve been trying to stop yourself from being so angry, but you also get jealous extremely easily and it makes your blood boil as a client of Albedo’s touches his chest softly and whispers in his ears.

- The string of calmness in you snaps as you stomp over to Albedo and slaps away the womans hand as she was reaching out for his cheeks.

“Thats my fucking boyfriend, i suggest you stop flirting with him or touching him. Your a client not a woman hes gonna have a one night stand with.”

- Albedo’s seen you angry but he cant help but blush in shock from your sudden jealousy

- As the client leaves the room you sigh and pout

“Albedo! How can you just be okay with someone touching you so sensually-!”

“Ah, i didnt exactly think anything of it till you did that..”

- If you show any more worry of someone stealing albedo away from you no need to worry, he’ll try his very best to reassure you that he’s all yours

Venti

- mondstat never wouldve known that the famous Y/N thats known for solving countless mysteries, helping during some of the hardest times in different nations and is also incredibly beautiful would date the stuck up alcoholic that spends 90% of his time at angels share.

- You met at windrise and you were there for a break after the knights of favonius caught wind of your arrival and practically begged for your help.

- Venti stared at you and was caught in a haze, staring at your exhausted eyes that somehow still looked magical and looking at your soft hair, you were surprised to see him staring and from the looks of it he was a bit tipsy

“Ah-! Have i disturbed you in some way? Apologies, i’ll go n-“

“Ehe, no no you didnt bother me at all, you just look quite exquisite for someone who was absolutely bombarded by questions from the knights”

He flirted with you and nudged your shoulder while smirking, everyone in mondstat knew you were here.

- overtime you simply kept meeting and you both ended up falling inlove, you told him you had anger issues but to be honest he found it more funny than a bother.

- You’re now in a relationship with venti and its been 7 months, he knows you get angry but he’s never exactly seen you jealous since you hide it so well, but there was this one night when you were celebrating yet another problem solved by you in angels share and you noticed a seemingly drunk man hitting on venti, sending flirty little touches and stating overly sexual pickuplines. It was a pain to see venti too drunk to even respond, this was your thank you party not theirs.

“Sir, could you kindly fuck off from my boyfriend and how about never flirt with him ever again? I know it must be so hard to keep your paws off someone’s significant other but i suggest you try before i punch you into the next timeline.”

- your words along with the threatening smile you wore scared the man into stepping away from your boyfriend and running out of the tavern, you swear youve never seen venti so smug.

- After the whole fiasco he pokes on your jealousy while you grit your teeth and frown the whole time

“Ahhh~~ your so smart yet so jealous~ what a combo-! I should get you jealous more often i barely get to see you like that since your always working or somethi-“

Scaramouche

- omg, you have a short temper too? Yall are such a dangerous power couple

- You were formally invited by the tsaritsa to the fatui as a strategy commander and honestly scaramouche was impressed, never showed it though. He would watch you mesmerized as you worked on infiltration plans and ordered the underlings in such a mature way.

- Your looks were no different from your skills, your eyes showed sophistication and every curve of your body somehow interested the harbinger. What he didnt expect to see was you whining and screaming in your office, you were banging your head against the wall while emotions ran through you and he found it quite interesting that someone who looks as sagacious as you was so angry.

- So now here you are, youve been dating Scaramouche for almost a year and you two know eachother inside out, your still a strategy commander who has to go into another room to scream your anger into the wall and he’s still an unbearably arrogant harbinger.

- you watch as you stare at the woman making moves on the great balladeer at a ball specifically for organizations similar to the fatui. You watch as the woman in that bejeweled black dress takes his hand in hers and invites him to dance. You can see your boyfriends eyes twitching as her voice goes through his ears, it definitely looks like a pain-

- You cant hold that envy any longer and you walk up to the pair and pull the silently raging scaramouche out of her arms

“Sorry miss, but id like to be the one dancing with my boyfriend, definitely not the woman who’s infamous for being a spoiled brat according to your entire community.”

- you pull scaramouches laughing, smug face and you pout.

“Tch- your really jealous?”

- you whine and frown as he teases your jealous figure

“Well i wouldnt he surprised- this is quite amusing~ Imagine if your underlings saw their oh so great strategy commander getting jealous-“

- Shut this stupid twink up pls 🧏‍♀️

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[omiscurls]

Diluc, zhongli and childe reaction to their s/o breaking up with them after something they said, maybe after a week or so after they argument they think the s/o forgave them but they break up instead? I WANT THE ANGST

consequences

plot: reader decides to break up with the character after not speaking to them

contains: diluc, zhongli, tartaglia (idk how am i going to do this to my special boy but ill try my best)

warnings: angst, breakups, implied past toxic behavior

a/n: OH MY GOD THIS WAS SO HARD- I DONT HAVE THE HEART TO BREAKUP WITH PEOPLE

diluc

hopeless thoughts ran through your head as you fought with yourself about wether to enter angel’s share or not, hand halfway through to the doorknob. your mind hadn’t been made up just yet, you were still in between two very different scenarios - the urge to forgive him for his hurtful words growing stronger each day, as anger and other emotions subdued to loneliness and the feeling of a part of you missing, ever since the two of you stopped talking.

your mind flashed back to the exact moment when you looked into diluc’s eyes, always so soft and calm for you, forming a way of anger he never expressed towards you before. to the feeling you got right then and there that this man is not the same one you’ve met and fell in love with.

the process of coming to terms with that conclusion was as painful as the first strike of his angry glare, and even though he seemed to have realized the weight of his words right after saying them out loud, no matter how hard you tried, you could not erase them from your memory.

one strike of that pain, one memory of that night was enough to make you go through with your plan, door to the bar opening with a little screech.

it was like just another late afternoon, with charles tending the bar, knights and townsfolk filling the hot room, and the smell of alcohol traveling through the air.

“hi” you said to the bartender “is master diluc around?”

charles, busy with his work, quickly replied that he’s out back, opening a barrel. you nodded and went where his directions guided, pushing open yet another door to see the back of the man you loved, looking just as always from this angle, working over said chore. he didn’t even seem to mind the fact that someone walked in on him working.

“diluc” you said with a sigh, and he almost immediately turned around, tools falling from his hands and onto the ground.

“darling, hi” he replied quietly, walking over to you but stopping half way, eyes set to analyze your expression, figure out what was going on in your mind. “i’m glad you’re here safely, i haven’t heard from you in over a week” he added cautiously, as if weighing every word before deciding to say it out loud.

“well” you sighed again, once again going over wether you should actually break things off right then, mind taking pity on his troubled expression, tired eyes, on the obvious eyebags that were much more apparent than before, a sign that he didn’t catch too much sleep. “i had to come to terms with what i’m about to say”

he wanted to tell you he was sorry, he really did, but words didn’t seem to come out of his throat. obviously he was sorry, it was a bad day and he meant none of what he said, but you knew that, right? you knew he always cared for you and loved you… right?

he wasn’t the best with words, hence, the idea of apologizing with a gesture after you were done teaching him his lesson came to mind. a brilliant idea, one could never go wrong with a thoughtful deed for their significant other, just give him one more chance.

“and my conclusion is, we need to take a step back and… reevaluate things in our lives. i’m not saying this is the ultimate end, but what you’ve said, and how you’ve said it made me realize…”

you were making a good point. you were talking about your feelings. he should listen, but the only thing he heard was the blood pumping through his veins, and the two single words

the end

so there won’t be another chance? he won’t be able to prove himself? what do you mean, the end? the best thing that ever happened to him in his sad life was coming to an end because of him? but he was so careful, he treated you like his treasure, because that’s how he truly felt, like his lifeline, something he could never lose…

and all it took was one sentence too much, one glare too intense. for the first time in what, six, maybe seven years, his eyes began to water, as he blinked the tears back at a rapid pace.

“… and that was a shitty thing to do. i hope you know that. i don’t know if i had anything else i wanted to say, perhaps i did, but… that’s all. see you around, i guess” you mumbled, loosing confidence in what you were saying, taking one last glance at his lost eyes before turning around.

turning around from him, from the love of your life, was perhaps the hardest thing you ever had to do, and yet you did do it.

before you could reach the door again, though, a cold hand caught your forearm. your eyes met his, with just a glimmer of hope that he would magically say all the right words and somehow make you stay, you didn’t want to leave, yet knew you had to. if you wanted to preserve the respect you had for yourself, you had to leave.

why were you giving him time to say something?

his helpless gaze seemed to speak with a thousand words, begging, pleading you to not leave through that door, but as much as his lips did part, not a single word left.

he couldn’t say anything to hold you back, and you ripped away from his grip, turned, and walked away.

and just like that,

he was all alone, again.

he was gonna need a drink.

zhongli

tears flooded your vision, blurring every details of zhongli’s face, causing you to only see a pale color palette, instead of your favorite person, ever. maybe it was for the best, maybe it would make it easier, you thought, but that was a foolish thing to hope for.

even through the salty tears, you could make out his eyes, it’s glow never failing to guide you, and comfort you, now seeming to burn their way through you, through your body and soul.

“you’re stuck in another love, zhongli, we both know that!” you exhaled a bit louder than you intended to, the outcome sounding more like an accusation than a fact. “how can you ever say you love me, when it’s so obvious, and so apparent, that every time you look at me, you see someone else? you HOPE for someone else?”

you could only wish the words you spoke didn’t come out as a complete mess, because of those tears you were constantly choking on. desperation seeped through your voice, as the feeling of helplessness rose every time you looked at your lover and at the anguish, and confusion he presented.

how could he make this so hard? it’s not like you’ve presented some statement he didn’t know already, right?

you hoped your eyes would say all the things you didn’t trust your voice to. you hoped he’d somehow hear how all you ever wanted was to be enough, was to meet his standard, how it tore you open that every time he said <i love you> his eyes wandered everywhere but onto yours, how all his touches seemed absent, how all his compliments were truly about some other face, some other smile, some other kind soul.

the worst part was, how could you blame him? how can anyone, ever, blame someone for being in love, of all things? love was something beautiful, and once you’ve experienced it, you’re drowned in it forever, and don’t even want to see the surface again.

love is beautiful. when you’re the one who’s receiving it. love was beautiful, to you, too, when you loved how his wisdom flew through his words, how his kindness hugged your spirit, how his aura brought you comfort. you loved his eyes, you loved his cheeks, his lips, every single detail of his skin.

the love you felt made you complete, made you warm, until you finally realize the thing you should’ve seen much sooner.

that you were merely a mirror for him to look at someone else, someone long gone.

suddenly all the warmth you felt was directed back at you, burning you inside, making you wish you never felt it in the first place.

“aren’t you gonna say something?” you whispered.

his long fingers found their way to your hand, but you snatched it away.

if you fell onto his charms now, you wouldn’t be able to get out once more.

his breath hitched as he gathered himself to speak

“i want nothing more than to love you” he said, although quietly, it rang through your ears like the loudest of screams.

you scoffed.

“we both would’ve wanted that, then”

“and i’m sure i can, if you just—“

now, laughter was all that you were capable of letting out.

“zhongli, you can’t train yourself to love someone. and even if you could, then how do you think that would make me feel? like i’m so unlovable you had to force yourself through it to grow accustomed to a feeling similar to love?”

“that’s not what i—“

“that’s what it means! let it go, please, please just… let me go” you sighed, standing up from the bench over at liyue harbor that you were sitting on. the sun has begun to set on the other side of the sea, and you couldn’t help but notice, it would’ve been the perfect date.

“i do sincerely hope you’ll find someone who’ll love you just the same” he finally stated, as he gave up on trying to make you stay.

“why?” you chuckled “so i could make them suffer the same way you made me?”

tartaglia

(archons give me strength)

you found nothing but guilt, looking into the endless ocean trapped in his eyes. for the first time in forever, they glistened, but not with a spark of joy, like you always hoped they would, they shone a sickly shine, caused by a thin layer of tears, that didn’t dear to spill over his porcelain cheeks, almost as if afraid of making contact with the ruthless face of the number eleven of the fatui harbingers.

he could’ve easily been crying if only he let himself go. he would’ve been in tears, sniffing and coughing, but he just… wasn’t. he held those tears in the gates of his eyes, as if his life depended on it.

the guilt you found inside them, wasn’t his, but yours. you felt guilty, watching this composed, confident man fall into pieces right before you, crumbling before your sight. why were you doing this? you seemed to forget all those terrible things you’ve heard just from the way his irises begged for forgiveness and brows furrowed in inexplicable sadness.

but you couldn’t, no, this time you couldn’t.

“my word” you swore on dear life you’d burst into tears if your voice shook right now “my word is final. we’re over. and that’s… that’s it. you need to understand that there won’t be another chance.”

the moment his lips parted, you knew you were lost.

“i have told you so many times already, but i will say this as much as i need to, it will never happen again! i swear, on everything i love and everything that i am, i swear on life itself, i won’t ever let that happen again! you know i won’t! come on, i promise you, if there’s anything you can say about me is i do keep my promises, don’t i? darling, please…”

“promise yourself to heal and become better, first” you stated coldly, watching faith disappearing slowly from his fixed look.

“im sorry, you know i am, im sorry, im sorry, im so fucking sorry!” a scream left his throat as desperation took over both reason and self-respect.

“sorry isn’t gonna cut it”

“then what will? i’ll do anything, anything in the world, anything to prove myself to you. i get that you can’t love me, i understand that, but please, let me win your trust again.”

he said unnaturally calmly, compared to what he did before, and you got concerned immediately.

i understand that you can’t love me, his words rang through your head. oh god, what were you doing? guilt stroke again, right at where you felt your heart to be.

right when you wanted to turn around and leave, he must’ve sensed that, and pulled you into a tight embrace. not suffocating, as they often describe it, not toxic and desperate, but… as loving as every other hug you’ve ever received from him. as calming and grounding, even though you could feel his heart racing. he didn’t refuse for you to leave, he didn’t trap you.

you understood after a while,

he was saying goodbye. all the love trapped inside his heart seeped out onto you, all his feelings surrounding and engulfing you.

“let me promise you this” he whispered, voice shaking painfully “the next time i’ll see you, i’ll be a better man. someone you will be able to be proud of, someone worthy of both your trust, and love. i won’t stop until i’ll be enough for you to look at me without the disgust and fear you have now. i promise. i’ll be better.”

“until then, then.” was the only thing you were capable of saying before leaving.

as soon as the door shut behind you, you rested against a wall and covered your mouth with a hand, unable to hold your tears any longer.

you heard a cry through the door. so he does have some feelings left, after all

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[buttercream-squad-imagines]

Little Red Dress

Pairings: Harry Lewis x fem!Reader, Callux x sister!Reader Word Count: 1.8k Warnings: Swearing, some violence, maybe a few spelling mistakes Request: Idk if this is a request but like a secret relationship with Harry that you hide and you like calluxs sister or something like that and when he finds out he gets really mad or something

How you had gotten here you didn't know. It was a question you had continually asked yourself for the last five or so months. You hadn't long moved to London, where your older brother Callum lived. You had wanted to be closer to him, not that you were far anyway but you were very closer to your brother.

There were quite a few years between you and the older boy, you being born when the latter was 7 years old. Now at the ages of 22 and 29, the two could not be more inseparable. Despite having different fathers - both of whom hadn't stuck around long enough for the pair to remember them - you and Cal were like peas in a pod. With no father figure for you to look up to, you naturally clung to the boy growing up, and Cal being the only male in the house, quickly took on the protector figure for both you and your mum.

As awful as you felt leaving your mum back at home, you had been missing your brother desperately since he had moved to London so long ago, having spent the latter majority of your school years without him. Now after graduating from university, you finally felt free enough to move to the city with your brother and make your own way in life.

That was nearing a year ago, which led you to now. The situation that you were currently in, sneaking around with one of your brother's best friends.

You had met Harry before you could even have been introduced by Cal in one of the most cliche ways ever. Being the clumsy git he is, he had bumped into you in the hallway of your new apartment building and had spilled the contents of the box you were carrying all over the hardwood floor. Awkwardly the man had tried to pick up the contents in a hurry, spitting out apologies to you and once again dropping things from his arms in an attempt to put them back into the box. It was something you had found very endearing and is a quality of his that you adore.

In an attempt to apologise for both spilling the box full of stuff and then dropping the contents whilst trying to pick them back up, Harry had offered to help you bring up the rest of your boxes. It was there that you both ran into your brother, who was visibly confused as to how his cumbersome best friend was talking to his baby sister like they had known each other for years.

Cal would never actually admit it to you but witnessing that interacting had a large pit forming at the bottom of his stomach. He knew how Harry could be and knew from the look in his eye that he had quickly found an attraction in you.

Any spark found in Harry's eyes quickly distinguished when he learned of your relation to Cal, knowing how protective the older boy could be of his baby sister, but nothing could stop the fluttering feeling the boy got when he was around you. Not even Cal's warnings against dating his sister. Warnings that his other friends got, to his relief, all of which assured Cal that his sister was out of bounds. Pleased with the responses, Cal never had a second thought, something you were glad for.

Something you weren't glad for however, was the feeling of uneasiness you got whenever you were with Harry. You almost felt guilty for being with him, even more so for keeping it from your brother.

Your boyfriend of five months, however, was quick to chase away that feeling with his affection. You got to see another side to the boy that many of the people in his life never got to witness. It gave you a feeling of euphoria knowing that you were the object of Harry's affections, and affectionate he was.

When the two of you got to spend time at your apartment, the boy could not remove himself from you. Whether he was lying in bed editing a video, cuddled into your side, or sprawled out on the settee with his head nestled in your lap, he always had to have some body part touching you. His hand always found yours when he was particularly anxious, something that happened quite regularly, which was one of the traits you found most endearing. It warmed your heart to know that you were able to calm him down.

Something you did a lot was steal Harry's clothing. There was just something about those jumpers, especially the sidemen merch, that was just so comfortable. Even after insisting on getting you some sidemen clothing of your own, so he could continue to make use of his own wardrobe, you still wore his. You had told him very shyly that you liked wearing his clothes because they smelled like him, and it brought you comfort when he was away visiting his own family.

Harry thought he might have broken down then and there. Not that he would say it out loud, he secretly loved it when you wore his clothes but knowing that you would wear them when you missed him? He felt like he was on cloud nine.

Which is how you found yourself right now, snuggled on your sofa, drowning in Harry's jumper and a fleece blanket, watching the TV. Harry had been away visiting his family over the new year, and wasn't due back until the following day but you missed him dearly. Your phone had been forgotten in your bedroom, your only distraction was reruns of Grey's Anatomy, a show you had already watched religiously.

You hadn't realised how much time had passed as you easily lost track of time when you got into a show. You also hadn't realised that your brother had been trying to get hold of your for over an hour. Which is why you were startled when you heard the click of the lock turning.

"Y/N?" The sound of your brother's voice filled the small apartment. "Are you in here?"

"On the sofa." You called back with a yawn. He could easily hear the drowsiness in your voice, he would put his money on you falling asleep within the next hour.

"You didn't answer my calls or texts, I was worried." He scolded gently.

"I left it in my room to charge, sorry for worrying you." You stretched causing the blanket that covered you to drop to your lap.

"Whose? Whose jumper is that?" Cal inquired, suspicion laced in his tone.

"Oh, is it not yours?" You asked, trying to cover up the fact that his best friend's jumper adorned your body and was currently the reason that you were about to be outed.

"No. You know that's not my jumper Y/N. It's too small to be mine." You winced at the hardness in his voice.

"I must've picked it up thinking it was yours. Oops." You tried to play it off coolly, and your brother seemed to be coming around to the idea that it was just a misunderstanding. Thank God, you screamed internally.

"Right." He sprawled himself out next to you and let out a groan when he noticed what you were watching. "Really? Grey's Anatomy? You know I've experienced enough hospitals in my life without having to watch this garbage."

"How dare you?" You gasped playfully, whacking the older man on the arm. "I'm not turning it off, so either accept it or leave."

"Fine."

A week later, Cal was visiting Freezy and Harry's apartment to hang out with the boys. You were meant to be coming soon though as you and Cal were going out for lunch. Cal was sprawled on the sofa and Harry was on another, whilst Freezy was in the bathroom. Cal's suspicions once again peaked as he noticed Harry wearing the jumper you were wearing just a week ago.

"I'm sure that's the jumper Y/N was wearing last week." He muttered loud enough for the younger boy to hear.

"Is it? She must've picked it up by accident and thought it was yours." Harry spoke coolly although his stomach felt like it was doing backflips.

"Hmm. That's what she said." He grumbled. The two fell back into a comfortable silence scrolling through their phones, waiting for Freezy to arrive back from the bathroom.

"Harry, I'm sure you've got some secret girlfriend you're hiding from us or something." The loud voice of Freezy echoed through the apartment.

"What?" The boy in question stumbled over his words. "Why would you say that?"

"Well, if I had to guess, I wouldn't put you down as the type of person who used Sunkissed raspberry shampoo and conditioner." He cackled.

"So, what if I did?" Harry's heart was racing, trying to play the situation off. Even if the boys found out he was seeing someone, they still wouldn't know who. That's what he was trying to tell himself anyway.

"Right, so you're telling me this dress from the washing basket is yours too?"

Harry's face dropped as Freezy held up the little red dress that you had thrown in the washing basket after a night out. A night out with your brother and his friends.

"What the fuck Harry?!" Cal seethed, gripping him by the collar of his jumper and shoving him into the wall. "My fucking sister!"

"Oh." Was the only thing that come out of Freezy's mouth once he had realised the severity of the situation. Your brother on the other hand was seeing red. What they hadn't heard was you entering the flat, having heard the shouting from the hallway. Cal raised his fist, bringing it to meet the side of Harry's face, who hadn't said a word yet.

"What the hell Cal?!" You exclaimed, marching over and pushing him away from your boyfriend.

"When were you going to tell me?" He asked you through gritted teeth.

"I don't know what you're talking about." You honestly had no idea what was happening right now, but if you had to make a guess, you'd put your money on Cal having found out about your relationship. You could count on one hand how many times you had seen your brother as angry as this. Not ever had it been directed at you though.

"Stop lying Y/N!" He roared making you cower into Harry behind you and let out a small whimper. "Come on, we're leaving."

"No!" Your brother grabbed the top of your arm and began pulling you away. You tried to shrug his hand from your arm, but he held on tightly. "I'm not leaving."

"Fine." He spat, storming out of the apartment.

"Hey." Harry whispered softly, touching your arm gently.

"I'll just leave you two." Freezy muttered awkwardly, leaving to go to his room. Harry pulled you into his chest and wiped away the tears you hadn't realised had fallen.

"It's okay." He assured you. "It'll be okay."