#please don’t steal them without asking i love them dearly

[nikholascrow]

I love when people hc Luna and Harry as like honorary cousins when Regulus is Harry’s dad, but hear me out. Luna’s an absolute sweetheart, Harry’s a mischievous little ray of sunshine but still pretty well behaved, But theres a third cousin the rosekiller kid, Rosalynn Rosier, the most feral child to ever live, most chaotic germlin to ever attend Hogwarts. frequently losing house points for Ravenclaw (i think Luna and them would be dormmates) and thinks it’s hilarious. they will make anyone who bullies Luna regret the day they were born. they’re Barty’s girl but they’ve got Evan’s brain and they never get caught even tho everyone knows they did it. not only were they raised by Evan and Barty but they grew up with uncle Moony uncle Padfoot and uncle Prongs. they drive Harry insane but in a loving way. Minnie thought she was gonna have to worry about Harry or the wolfstar kid but she was not prepared for the rosekiller kid.

[thatsdemko]

just an incident - m.verstappen

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requested: n

pairings: max verstappen x leclerc!fem!reader

warnings: hints of some friends to lovers trope + google translated French and Dutch + wrote this BEFORE the Monaco 2023 gp!

a/n: I cannot remember who it was that said most Dutch don’t use nicknames like “angel” or “baby” but I didn’t feel like changing the pet names so my apologies 😬 had a lil dream about this so enjoy xx

it really wasn’t supposed to happen. at least you didn’t want it to happen, but he most certainly did.

growing up he was your brothers biggest competitor and challenge. race tracks weren’t the same when max verstappen was on the circuit, and that was still true to this day. max became a menace and impossible to beat in that Red Bull, it made loving him in secret and supporting your brother in public harder.

because every race meant listening to that Dutch national anthem while your brother told off his team for the shit race. it meant spending long nights in the Ferrari garage rather than the ones in his hotel room celebrating his victory. loving max verstappen was not easy.

“mijn engel wat zit je dwars?” he asks, fingers gently brushing down the skin of your back. you’re sitting upright in his bed, pillow covering your chest as you scroll through the chain of text messages from your brothers. you could never have a peaceful evening alone without one of them calling or texting. my angel what's bothering you?

“mes frères.” you grumble tossing your phone into the pile of clothes on the ground before relaxing against his chest, “but I’m all yours now.” you press a kiss to his jawline, watching those beautiful green eyes close in contentment.

“why don’t you tell them about us? are you that worried?” his arm wraps around your shoulders allowing you to sink further against him. he knows Charles would have heart failure hearing his baby sister was more than just a friend with max, and it would give him all more of a reason to push him off the track or do risky overtakes. racing wouldn’t be the same for Charles or max, and maybe he hadn’t thought of that, but you certainly did.

“I’m more worried that I’d be stealing his boyfriend from him.” you joke watching the lines around his eyes crinkle, smile forming on his lips. you loved that smile dearly.

“we broke up a long time ago.”

—

“you go missing? been trying to call you for hours.” Lorenzo doesn’t even need to look up from his computer to know it’s you entering the house. just by the sound of your silent footsteps and nails tapping against your phone, he knew it couldn’t be anybody else.

especially since he began to pick up you were beginning to be late or no shows recently. you would push off family dinner for said alone time or show up to family game night a half an hour late. he wasn’t one to budge into your life and ask the questions, but seeing as things were drastically shifting he felt he needed in.

“what? no, just needed some extra sleep.” your lies weren’t getting any better, he knew the high pitch tone and small stutters were nothing but false words.

“you think to run a brush through your hair?” he scoffs seeing the snarls and tiny mats that you didn’t notice. you’re lucky your mother wasn’t home or else she’d have fainted at the sight.

“why are you in my business?” you ask making him finally look up from his laptop to see the purple faint bruises against your collarbone. there was no sleeping in for you, and he couldn’t help not fighting the smirk against his lips as he pulls the cup of coffee up to try and mask it.

“just go take a shower before Charles and Arthur come home, please?”

you listen to his request and find the warm water against your aching body and sensitive skin comforting. his nail marks at your hips were fresh, the pull in your groins were painful in the steam, and the purple bruises at your collarbone weren’t going to be easy to cover up. it was evident max wanted your family to know about him, whether you would actually drop his name was up to you.

the thick sweatshirt of Arthur’s that you stole covers what you wanted, and the baggy sweatpants you borrowed from max masked your shaking quads with each step. maybe you did miss being home, but you were missing that Dutch accent and being under the gaze is his big green eyes.

“when did you get back?” Arthur asks, head peaking into your room where he sees you tapping away on your phone, a little smile evident against your lips.

“this morning. how was work with Charles?” you turn around to see him moving in your room. Arthur was like your best friend, growing up one year apart, he was the closest thing you had sometimes, and lying to him about your relationship wasn’t easy.

“good, we ran into max.” even his name made your heart skip beats, you shifted uncomfortably against your bed trying to not make it obvious you were eager to hear how he was— despite having seen him only hours ago— or if he mentioned you.

“and?” you ask swallowing nervously, Arthur shifts against the doorframe with a shrug, “he’s alright, just prepping for Monaco.”

you let out a tiny sigh of relief nodding, “good for him I guess, I kind of hope he loses.” you lie biting your tongue and hear a laugh from Charles across the hall, “me too!” he calls out.

—

“you hope I lose? I heard that rumor by the way.” his voice startled you making you turn around to face him. he’s in his suit and tie, dressed his finest just like yourself. the expensive gala you were in was packed to the brim and you had lost all of your family members minutes ago when you spotted the Red Bull drivers appearance.

“you know I want you to win.” you move a little closer to him, his hand discreetly rests against your hip and he presses a friendly kiss to your cheek that you wish could be a little more than that in public.

“hoe gaat het met mijn meisje?” he leans into your ear, the soft whisper leaves a tingling sensation down your spine making your body curl closer to him. how’s my girl?

“il manque juste ta touche.” you reply, hand resting against his chest, nervously adjusting his crooked tie. you know people are staring and cameras are recording, but under his gaze you feel protected. those big hands and aggressive demeanor would go to war for you against anyone here. just missing your touch

he chuckles under his breath, “you have all of me, my love.” his lips press your temple quickly, before excusing himself to shake hands with Sergio Perez, his teammate.

you move out of the way when the cameras begin to flash and interviewers move in to ask questions to the Red Bull drivers. you find yourself watching from the sidelines beside Daniel, but his eyes always find you. a wink in your direction let’s you know he hasn’t lost sight.

“flirty with my man?” Daniel nudges your elbow gently, making you break your stare at the lady who’s getting to close to max for a picture.

“flirty? no, he was winking at you.” you laugh watching max pull Charles in for a photo with the two drivers. three of them smiling proudly for the cameras before Charles pulls away, a little dizzy from all the flashing.

“hm, I don’t recall him making sexy eyes at me in our contract.” daniel pushes you in the direction of max. now that the photos were done, you could tell he was looking for you, but of course Charles whisks him away before you both can close the gaps between each other.

“you think you’ll win in my circuit?” charles jokingly asks. pulling max out from the mass crowds of people, you were trailing behind the two of them pushing through bodies to join them.

max scoffs, “I can’t predict the outcome of this race, mate. we’ll just have to wait and see.” the Dutchman sees you push through a few people and he extends his hand to help you before you stumble into Carlos.

“yeah, well with my luck I’ll be last.”

“no Oscar and lando will make sure you aren’t.” max chuckles, the two make faces at each other before the tipsy giggles escape their lips. you wish all nights were like this, the two of them happy and not pinning each others successes for their failures.

“what will you do if you win?” you ask Charles stepping a little closer to their conversation watching him think. you look up at max who’s thinking through if he should put his hand against your back, maybe pull you closer to him.

“I don’t know yet. maybe take maman out to dinner? this is all hypothetical.”

max nods, hand finally resting against your lower back, “well if I win I think I’ll take a special someone out for dinner.” he pulls you closer to his chest, your arms unconsciously wrapping around his torso.

“oh? who is that?” charles asks, and it has yet to hit him. he’s clueless to Max’s hand resting on your ass, your arms around his torso, and his lips pressing into your hair. charles was clearly oblivious.

“me, idiot.” you scoff finally getting his attention, his eyes scan each part of your bodies and how close you were together. he looks lost, like a puppy trying to find home as the dogs finally connect with what’s in front of him.

“no! when did this happen?!”

“it was just an incident.” max shrugs, there was no other way to describe it. the pieces just fell into place and max verstappen somehow became the man you loved more than just in the dark, he was someone you were beginning to love in public.

“don’t use my words against me.”

[book-place]

The Avoiding Act

Warnings: unhealthy studying methods, let me know if I missed any :)

Pairings: Avengers x reader platonic

Request: Hey! Can you do MCU x Teen!reader, whose been feeling stressed out lately (I have exams coming up) and she also struggles with mental health. She constantly avoids the team because she knows they'll tell her to sit down and take a break, but one day they forcefully make her sit down and talk to them, and they're all telling her to take it easy and that they believe in her or something, and she's starts tearing up because she's never had anyone tell her reassuring things before she met the team, and one of them (preferably Bucky, Loki, Tony, or Steve) just hugs them? And like they end up watching Disney movies or something, and she falls asleep on Tony or Steve? Thank you!

Requested by: @wolfmoonmusic

*not my gif*

Summary: Your team hasn’t really seen you in over a week, and they start to grow worried

A/N: This isn’t my best work- but I don’t think it’s too bad; also I wrote this forever ago and just forgot to publish it

Please don’t plagiarize my work, you may reblog if you like but I’m asking that you don’t steal my hard work

You practically had it down to a point by now. You had memorized your entire team's schedule in such a way that you could avoid them perfectly.

Steve was using the training levels at exactly 5:05 every morning, being the first one up- besides you. That was easy, just avoid all of the workout rooms. Bucky was sometimes up at that time as well, but he just stayed in his room.

Up next was Nat and Bruce. Nat would start off her day on the balcony of either her room or the one connected to the living room. Bruce would make a beeline for his lab right away and hide in there for a while. So naturally, you just skipped out on all three of those places.

That’s when it got complicated. The late sleepers were Sam, Tony, and Clint. Meaning, their schedules were unpredictable. But that was only in the sense that you didn’t know which time they would get up. All three of them would head straight to the kitchen as soon as they got up though, so all you had to do was make sure that you weren’t in there any later than 10:00.

That left your room, which you never stayed in because then they would be able to find you, and any other of the many empty rooms left in Avengers Tower.

Some might call you paranoid, but you made sure to switch rooms every two hours, that way you weren’t in one place long enough for them to find you there.

The reason you were avoiding your team?

It wasn’t becuase you didn’t want to see them or loved them dearly, it was simply becuase you needed to study.

To outsiders, that would seem like a weird reason to be hiding from your loved ones, but not when it came to you.

When you studied, you studied.

You hardly ever took breaks- not even to eat and sleep.

And if your team knew this, there wasn’t a doubt in your mind that they would try to make you take a break. To take care of yourself.

You couldn’t have that happening, the biggest exam of the year was in three days and taking a break was not an option.

It was a day like any other in the past week, you were in a random conference room on the seventh floor, going on the eighth day without seeing your team for more than five minutes a day.

Like normal, you were hunched over a textbook, eyes sweeping back and forth along the pages as you eagerly tried to take in any bit of knowledge you could come upon.

It was well past dinner- not that you had eaten other than a granola bar early in the morning before the late risers made it to the kitchen- and your team, six floors up, were sitting around one of the many living rooms.

“So you’re telling me that nobody saw Y/N today?” Steve asked, standing in the middle of the room with his arms crossed over his chest, eyebrows creased with worry.

Clint and Sam shook their heads in sync from their respective positions on the couch in front of him. Bucky, who was leaning up against a wall with his arms crossed, repeated the gesture.

Nat and Tony both let out identical signs at this, the redhead running a hand through her hair.

“It’s been like this all week,” Bruce spoke up, concern lacing his tone, “I’ve hardly seen her for more than two minutes a day. Whenever I try to find her- she’s not anywhere I’d think she would be.”

“Same,” Natasha piped up, “It’s almost like she’s avoiding us.”

“You don’t think… she’s actually avoiding us, do you?” Sam asked, leaning forward in his seat.

Steve ran a hand down his face and sighed, “Why would she avoid us, though?”

Even Tony had the decency not to interject with one of his normal, snide comments. Instead, he announced, “JARVIS, tell me where she is.”

The team's eyes all widened in sync, clearly none of them had once thought of using the AI system to find you.

Instead of boasting about how he was just smarter than they were like Tony normally would, he just kept his lips in a thin, closed line and awaited the answer.

“Miss. L/N is currently occupying conference room number seventy two, on the sixth floor.” JARVIS’s voice rang out through the room, and everyone was on their feet in an instance.

Within the last week, every one of them had gone out of their way to try and look for you, never knowing where you were or if you were alright.

The door to your study room flew open and you let out a small yelp of surprise, jumping at the unanticipated arrival of every member of your team.

It was silent for a moment after they all pushed and shoved past each other to stumble into the room, as you all just stared at each other.

“O-oh, hey guys,” You stuttered, letting out a small, nervous chuckle, “What’re you doing here?”

“Why’ve you been avoiding us?” Sam blurted out without answering your question.

Multiple people face palmed and let out slight groans at his bluntness. Bucky- who was standing closest to him- slapped him upside the head. With his metal hand.

That had to hurt.

The question immediately made you defensive, and you crossed your arms, visually crawling back into your shell.

“I’m not avoiding you,” The words weren’t as firm as you would’ve liked.

“No?” Tony asked with a singular raised eyebrow, “Then why have we only seen you for five minutes in total this week?”

You shrugged, “I’ve been busy!”

“Busy doing what?” Clint prompted.

That was when you fell silent.

Your team didn’t say anything, though. They just kept staring, awaiting your reply.

The silence dragged and dragged, suffocating the room and everyone in it until you couldn’t take it anymore.

“Studying,” You finally said softly.

Another silence followed, but this one was broken by Bruce, “And how many breaks have you taken to take care of yourself?”

They all knew you so well, they knew what your study habits were like. How unhealthy they were.

You shrugged stiffly, moving your eyes to face anywhere but where they stood.

“N/n,” Nat sighed, moving over to you, “You need to take care of yourself. This isn’t healthy.”

Steve moved up beside her, watching as you still avoided looking at any of them, tears filling your eyes, “We only say this because we care about you.”

His words were what finally made the first tear slip down your face.

“I know,” You whispered.

With a sigh, Steve opened his arms and wrapped them around you in a much needed hug.

Almost instantly, you broke down, relaxing in his arms and crying and crying until there were no tears left.

Someone from around you gently moved a piece of hair out of your face and someone else rubbed your back comfortingly.

When you finally opened your eyes, you were surrounded by your team- the people that cared for you more than anyone- who all wore soft expressions.

“Let’s take a break,” Steve whispered, stopping down to place a kiss on the top of your head, “You deserve it.”

Sniffling slightly, you nodded and allowed your team to lead you away and to one of the living rooms.

Tony had announced that you would all be having a movie night and you would be the one to pick what to watch.

Normally, there would be a lot fighting and bickering about what movie- but nobody said a word this time.

Some went off to get snacks- others getting blankets- as you all spread out around the room comfortably.

You ended up between Steve and Nat on the couch, the ladder absentmindedly running her fingers through your hair whilst you picked what you wanted to watch.

In the end, you settled on an old Disney classic, and we’re able to settle in while the opening music began to play.

“Thank you, guys.” You said softly to the room, truly meaning it.

“No need to thank us, n/n. We’re here for you. No matter what.” Steve said from beside you.

By the time the credits rolled around, you were fast asleep, breathing steadily with your head resting against Steve’s shoulder.

Said man smiled down softly at you, making sure to keep his movements to a minimum as you got some much needed sleep, surrounded by your loved ones.

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[sukirichi]

PLEASE STOP COPYING FICS ‼️

I am by no means gatekeeping concepts or tropes. We all know that it’s normal to see the same tropes or AUs be used differently, and that is not plagiarism. However, I recently found a fic that was oddly similar to my old (and discontinued) Gojo x Reader series, Reckless. The CEO! Gojo is nothing new, and neither is an accidental pregnancy trope. The only reason I am concerned is because this Gojo series I found has the exact same themes as Reckless that consists of: a playboy CEO Gojo with a very notorious reputation, a poor reader who is an employee and asset to the company (someone who works closely with Gojo), reader getting knocked up from a one night stand with Gojo, reader with a seemingly dead/absent mother yet still in contact with her father, Gojo with a very traditional family who does not like reader, and Gojo with an ex he struggles to let go of - which are all elements of Reckless.

The first chapter of that Gojo fic is also eerily similar to my first chapter with the same flow of: YN finding out she’s pregnant and her friend being there for her, Gojo saying he’ll take responsibility because ‘they both made the baby’, YN having to move in with Gojo to take care of the baby, and both of them coming to a mutual agreement that their ‘relationship’ will be purely for the baby’s benefit. The flow of events and specific details about the characters’ backgrounds are too similar to mine.

Again, I am not gatekeeping concepts, just as how I’ve had other writers ask me if they could write their own stories or takes based off of the NAOYA’S TROPHY WIFE COLLECTION or the BONTEN HUSBANDS EXCLUSIVE, and I’m fine with that. I’m even happy people are inspired by what I write. But being inspired is completely different from taking someone’s story and posting it as yours. Please trust your own creativity and skills in writing. You can write amazing stories and have people love them without having to steal from others.

It’s sad to say this is not the first time I, and other writers, have been plagiarized. It’s even more upsetting to know that a friend of mine who has also written a Gojo series (that I’m sure you all know and dearly love) experiences the same issues with the same person. The fact that this is happening to many writers out there is disheartening. We work hard and pour a lot of love in the stories we create. None of us are getting paid for this, and we simply want to share our passions with others. So please, let us be kinder with one another and show love and support the right way. If you love a fic, you give feedback and rb/comment + show support to the writer. You don’t steal their ideas and play it off as your own because you liked it.

[mioyeo]

Watch your back: Chapter 8

Once you don’t value what you have someone else learns how to take care of what used to be yours

Synopsis : 8 men supposed to give her all the love they promised end up leaving her behind without a valid reason

Pairing : girlfriend Reader x PolyAteez !

Warning : this chapter contains mentions of, arguing with Rin , missing deceased parent , lots of crying , confessions ( at the end ) , miscarriage , uncontrolled drinking of alcohol, Hongjoong being a big liar , Y/n looking a mess , jumping off a cliff etc Please reminding me if I forgot something

Tag list : @legbouk , @scarfac3 , @m4rsluv , @hcyaa , @jackinmyarea, @layzfeelit, @loverlele , @mulletjoonsupremacy , @veneziamadness , @belle643 , @gugggu6gvai , @atinytinaa , @voidcupidz , @atinyreads , @baguette-atiny , @parkthothwa8 , @hwadump , @owjohny , @miaatiny , @honeyymon

Word count: 2,2k

Y/n was currently at a Donation center where she'd be donating all the clothes she once had bought for her now lost child to the first time mommy's

It was nerve wrecking for her to see all the Young mothers and their babies while she wouldn't be able to hold hers anymore

" It's alright , you're doing the right thing "

The elder woman smiled rubbing her back encouraging her to deliver the box to the other ladies that where checking out the clothes conditions

" It's just that I felt overwhelmed kinda "

She smiled softly and finally got the courage to hand over her box and leave after saying goodbye

As the girl walked along side the road , tears suddenly fell from her eyes automatically making the ones passing her pity and ask themselves why she was crying on such a beautiful bright sunny day

They wouldn't understand if she tried to explain how hard it was to let go of the things she bought while being exited

Not the typical excitement because she was gonna be a mommy

But the excitement because she'd have someone to love dearly and nurse them until they left her to love someone else just like they where loved by her

Y/n wiped her tears chuckling at the thought that she probably looked insane crying and laughing at the same time

" Y/n ! i haven't seen you in a while my dear "

The market lady She frequently visited for her amazing fried chicken shouted waving her over as she smiled

" Oh my , I'm so sorry I haven't passed by lately I've been going through some thing's but I'm getting better now "

She smiled hugging the lady that immediately kissed jher cheek and stuffed her mouth with some chicken making her smile

" I've missed you too Mrs.Kim "

She chewed on the food before waving and left after they had a small talk

Going up the stairs she put in the code and walked inside her home taking off the shoes

" Where were you ? "

Hongjoong asked as he was sitting on the couch with San that didn't even look at her

“ I went to Donate the clothes I had bought for little Sanie to first time mommy's that couldn't afford to buy clothes or other stuff for their newborns "

She smiled softly and sat down beside him

" I'm proud of you for letting go "

Hongjoong said smiling sympathetically

"I had to do it sooner because I didn't want to create an unhealthy attachment with the things so I donated them "

She laid her head on his shoulder as he kissed her forehead

" Where are the others anyway? "

" They left to do groceries and Jongho went to get his teeth checked  with Mingi "

She grimaced just thinking about the pain

" Also we are having dinner with our parents to finally introduce Rin to them "

Y/n looked up at him with brows furrowed

" So get dressed up because Yeosang's Mom insists for you to come since she hasn't seen you in a long while "

The teen couldn't help but smile

" But don't overdress so that you don't steal Rin's spotlight tonight , it wouldn't be fair if the eyes were only on you tonight "

Hongjoong stood up and left towards his studio leaving both San and Y/n with an awkward silence

Not being able to handle sitting there she stood up and went to her room and look for an outfit

————

" Hwa ! do I look pretty ? "

Rin twirled as she came down showing off her dark blue dress with a cut on the back

" It's pretty "

He didn't even really look at her since he was on his phone texting his dad

" You didn't even look at me baby "

She pouted and grabbed him by his suit

" Where's Mingi ? "

" He's with Y/n helping her zip up her dress "

Wooyoung said as he sat on the couch fixing his hair

" I don't just think that they're simply fixing her dress it's been more than ten minutes "

Just as Yunho spoke both of them walked down the hall

" No need to rush , her other dress wouldn't zip up so she changed into this "

Mingi who was practically matching her in his black suit said as he held her by the waist and guided her towards the door as everyone got out

" You sure it was just a change of clothes? "

Hongjoong eyed him annoyed since he saw some her lip gloss on his lips shimmering

"Don't you see his lips? They've been making out while we waited she's trying to ruin my night with your parents "

The younger scoffed making Y/n look at her unbothered

" You're not that special for me to steal whatever night you think you own "

" Y/n enough "

" You're just Jealous  that they care more about me than they care about you "

Rin turned around her seat and glared at Y/n

" Oh please, these eight men were mine first , I have already claimed every single one of them and the little attention you're getting doesn't face me at all it's the bare minimum  compared to what they give me "

" Please if they oh so loved you why would they get a second girlfriend then ? "

She chuckled cocking her brows looking at the now burgundy haired Y/n who laughed

" My love I don't know what to tell you other than it's none of my concern "

" Girls enough this is supposed to be a happy night for all of us "

Seonghwa sighed as he glared through the front mirror

" a happy night for me ? What will I gain from this Park ? seeing you guys enjoy showing her off while I just sit there and smile pretty like daddy's girl ? Is that what you want me to be doing all night long ?  "

" Calm down you're killing the mood and we haven't even started yet "

Jongho squeezed her thighs glaring at her so she could stop

" I don't know about you guys but I'm just here because Yeosang's mom wants to see me "

Y/n sighed making Yeosang look at her funny

" When has my mom said that ? "

" I was told that your mom wanted to see me since we haven't met in a while "

" If she had said that I would've known but that's not the case , I don't know who told you that but don't lie on my moms name "

He looked at her kinda irritated

After Yeosang's words hit her she looked outside biting her lips to calm down

" You could've stayed at home I don't even know why you're here "

Jongho mumbled but forgot he was a bit loud

" Alright just get out and stop talking we're here and behave "

Everyone pilled out the car leaving Y/n sitting there as she continued to bite her inner lips with closed eyes

"When you get over your tantrum lock the car "

Seonghwa threw the car keys onto her lap and left going inside the restaurant

Tears of anger suddenly left her eyes as she bawled her fists and screamed loudly

Why would Hongjoong lie to her ?

What was the point of him telling her that Yeosang's mom wanted her to come when she clearly never said that  ?

The only things that angered her was that he made her look like a fool in front of everyone else but was glad that it didn't actually happen in front of Yeosang's family and everyone else's parents, because if that did happen she would die from embarrassed right there

The girl wiped her tears and sat there for another twenty minutes debating on if she wanted to go or not

On the end she decided to get off the car and walk in after fixing her make up

" Wait , miss do you have any reservations? "

" Yes I'm actually here to meet up with the family of my boyfriend's "

" Name please ?"

" Y/n , you'll find me under my boyfriend's name Choi Jongho or Jeong Yunho  "

The guard checked the list while looking up at he kinda suspicious

" These names are indeed on the list but im sorry I can't seem to find you on here "

He cleared his throat and waved for guards to come over

" No but , there must be a mistake can you please look again? "

" I'm not blind and neither do I have the time to handle  this madness I don't get payed enough for this crap "

He scoffed and signaled for them to wait as Y/n looked at him in disbelief

" I don't get enough love to be here either , you know what ? give The guy named Park Seonghwa his car keys and tell him that im off the map for tonight "

She threw the keys on the table and left

" Thank you this is just what I needed "

The girl groaned as the heavy rain started pouring on her making the dress stick to her body

She couldn't understand what their problem against her was

All she ever did was love them with all she had

But apparently that was all just a waste of her time

Y/n started to doubt that all the I love you's where real

Or anything that included them loving her

She felt limp and cold as the rain kept pouring down on her

Nothing hurt more than being lied to and made a fool of

Turning around the corner she walked into a a small store all messed up, her once beautiful makeup was ruined and so was her hair making the cashier look at her surprised

Y/n looked around and ended up at the liquor section sighing as she grabbed a big bottle off Vodka even though she hesitated for a good minute

Starring at the bottle she finally went to the cashier to pay

" Is everything ok miss ? "

The young girl who registered the things looked at her once again tilting her head

" Not really but that's how life is "

" Can I see your ID please "

She showed  her ID and payed for the stuff

" I don't know what you're going through but please cheer up everything is going to get better it will take time so please don't worry "

" Sweetheart, don't you ever enter a poly relationship it will slowly destroy you "

She grinned and left after making the young cashier confused

Wandering the streets of Seoul , Y/n didn't really know were she was going but one thing she knew was that she was going to keep walking until she couldn't anymore

Opening the strawberry flavored alcoholic drink she chugged on it carelessly as if it was juice even thought it was burning her throat

" What did I do wrong Mom ? "

She cried out as she sat down on a bench looking up at the sky

" Can't I just be with you again? "

Tears streamed down as she felt herself getting drunk because of the amount of alcohol she already consumed

" I wish I never left you , I wish I had spend more time with you on those sleepless nights "

Looking onto the water that glistened because of the moonlight made her feel like being hugged my someone but yet so empty at the same time

The Han river looked so pretty on night time which did comfort her for a little

" What did I do wrong ? Am I not pretty enough ? Am I getting fat ? "

She pulled out her phone and opened the camera seeing her face

A complete disaster  , Make up all smeared ,  her hair a mess , lips all smudged

It all make her bawl out more tears as she told herself how pathetic she looked and eventually stood up and laughed at her own misery

Walking up to the railing she stared down onto the cold looking water

A huge feeling of comfort but at the same time the loneliness always seemed to come back

Y/n climbed up the railing and sat on it taking a deep breath shaking

She wanted to give up , every single memory came flashing through her mind

Maybe the only way out for her was to leave completely

" Hey …. ,  I know you were probably mad at me earlier and I'm sorry , I just wanted to wish you all the best with Rin treat her better than you've ever treated me and give her lots of love , I've always wanted to be loved but it didn't seem like I could really get that from you guys lately and it's ok because I did get my fair share of happy moments these past four to five years , I myself admit that I am indeed a pathetic little baby like Yunho said that cries over everything and  I wish I could help it but just seeing how you love someone else more just hurts me , I felt so bad that night you guys had Rin move in with us I cried so hard for the first time while looking in the mirror , I just felt left out by you guys , I thought I've always held a special place in that house but it seems like I'm not the spark you need to function anymore , I didn't mean to talk for three minutes but I just wanted to give my last goodbyes before I leave, Thank you for the beautiful experience of being loved "

She pressed send and waited for the two check marks to appear  taking a deep breath

And finally jumped

[sanemislittledemon]

Wind and Water

Giyuu X plus size reader X Sanemi

Having two hashira lust over you? YES PLEASE

NSFW

It’s a normal day in the demon slayer corp, I’m coming back from a kakushi clean up this time it was the clean up of the carnage of a hashira and an upper rank, I’m told it was upper rank 4 or whatever. The two hashiras that were in the battle thankfully survived, I sigh ‘ because them two idiots survived that means they can keep bugging me ‘ hashiras Giyuu Tomioka and Sanemi Shinazugawa two men that I love dearly but they are pains in my ass too

For some reason those two hashira like someone like me, I was introduced to them by my childhood friend Tengen Uzui knowing the hashira was a pain for different reasons but that being said the two men have been all over me lately. ‘ I swear me being sent to help this clean up is some sick joke by the master ‘ I pout I love those men but there little competition they have for my love is getting up my nerves. I like the both of them, I don’t see what difference it makes Tengen has three wives for gods sake!

Thankfully it didn’t take us Kakushi long to clean up their mess and the two men weren’t seriously injured, hell Sanemi was raging the entire way back that he could’ve taken another one the block head, that men is only good for two things demon slaying and being loud I sigh but on the other one was quiet the entire time, stealing glances at me when he thought I wasn’t looking, Giyuu is a men of few words but is sweet and genuine I don’t know why the other hashira doesn’t like him plus I heard ( very relevantly ) from Tengen that the water hashira is packing. Blushing I think ‘ that man sticking his nose into business that isn’t his ‘ I finally made it back home after an all day job of cleaning their mess, I shut the door behind me and go to change out of my uniform my day is finished for now at least. I change into a flower kimono one of my favorites actually, it hugs my curves perfectly which I’m thankful for. I’m putting my uniform away when I hear a loud knock at my door “ HEY OPEN UP “ I hear a booming voice from the outside. I knew it I sigh

I open the door to a man with short white hair adorned with a bandage wrapped around it, uniform top unbuttoned to show of his wide pecs that are covered in deep scars some new and others old. Scars are covering most of his body, I would be lying if I said it wasn’t extremely attractive “ what do you want Sanemi ? “ I asked clearly flushed but doing my best to hide it the man in front of me grins and says “ what can’t I come visit you without a reason? “

“ Sanemi you need to go to see a doctor not me “ I sigh Sanemi flexes and replies “ did and I’m fine so is that damned Tomioka “ I look at him unimpressed before stepping aside and letting him in, making a mental note to kill Tengen for tell them where I live. I love these men but I just want somewhere safe from their fighting. Sanemi walks in with a smug expression, damn these hashira but I am one of the only ones that can put them in their place without actually doing anything I don’t know why, the insect hashira Shinobu Kocho calls it female rage I mentally shrug.

“ Sanemi why are you invading my house? “

The man turns back towards me his obsidian eyes looking right passed me and into my soul it makes me shudder “ why can’t I come see my gorgeous girl “Sanemi replied his eyes scanning the lines of my body making me blush “ I-I didn’t say that “ I said in a whisper. Sanemi slowly walks up to stand in front of me, leaning in and growling in my ear “ would you rather Tomioka were here? “He licks along my ear lobe “ you know I can please you better but you still keep him around “ I felt chills shoot up my spine at the promise in his voice. I felt a hard chest behind me and a calm but deadly voice saying “ what nonsense are you talking? “ I turn my head and come face to face with a rock hard chest and a half-half haori “ what the hell do you think you’re doing?! “ Sanemi yells right into my ear I might add. I try to wiggle my out of but they’ve caged me in then I felt hands on my plush hips, I’m not sure who’s they are but it’s making me flustered nonetheless

“ I came to see my girl “ Giyuu replies

I could see the anger radiating from the man in front of me while the man behind me was as calm as a stream. Gods I don’t want to die from being in the middle of their fighting “ Oi Tomioka who do you think you are?! “ Sanemi just kept getting closer, his chest now so close to mine that my breasts are pressed against him. Fuck I need to get out of here, these two meat heads are going to kill me but to my surprise nothing happens and I see fluffy black hair coming closer in the corner of my vision, Giyuus head is so close I can feel his breath on my skin. Giyuu then pulls completely away letting me out of the cage they had me in. I turn around to see the beautifully tragic man that was once behind me. Black hair in his signature low ponytail and his ocean blue eyes that are so serene that it calms me every time I look into them. He’s so gorgeous it’s almost painful but he always has that sad air to him, it makes me just want to comfort him.

“ I came to see if you would be interested in going to lunch with me “ he says with his calming voice that never fails to make me melt “ Oi Tomioka! I was here first “ Sanemi growls voice so rough it sends a shudder through my entire body. I sigh and reply “ I would like that Giyuu but only if Sanemi can come since he was here first “ I was half expecting to be shut down but to my surprise Giyuu nodded

The restaurant is ran by the demon slayer corps so it’s safe and luckily it isn’t far away from my house. Holding hands with TWO hashira is so embarrassing! I’m so embarrassed I think I’m going to die ! I wonder what those people are thinking? They are probably wondering how two hashira would be with someone like me. I know master Ubuyashiki gave his blessing but these stares are almost too much for me. I’m not insecure but seeing their judgmental faces makes me sweat, I hope they don’t feel it through my palms “ eetheart “ “ sweetheart “ Giyuus voice snaps me back to reality and I look upwards seeing a worried expression on his face “ are you okay? You’ve been zoned out for awhile now “

“ I’m fine Giyuu ! “ I say trying to control my thoughts as I pulled the two of them inside the restaurant. We were taken to a private room that’s reserved for hashira, of course I was put in the middle with Giyuu to my right and Sanemi to my left. Back feeling caged again between these two giants of muscle. When the waiter came Giyuu and I both ordered sake daikon while Sanemi ordered ohagi. Giyuu and I ate him a comfortable silence but I could feel Sanemis rage without even looking at the other man. It probably has something to do with Giyuus hand on my thigh, rubbing smoothing circles in the skin there. He’s obviously still worried but he’s not the type to show his emotions well unlike Sanemi who shows his emotions too much. As soon as he notices Giyuus hand Sanemi puts his chopsticks in his left hand and puts his right hand on my other thigh. I look over at him questioningly as he starts to try and eat with his left hand, I giggled it’s actually kind of cute “ the hell are you laughing at?! “ he barks shooting a scary look at me but I just smile at him and pat his head “ you’re so cute Sanemi “ I say but I immediately regret that because I feel a possessive squeeze on my other thigh oh no I forgot about Giyuu

I felt a strong hand grab my wrist and pull me from my right side and lips roughly met mine, shooting a cold glare at the other man. A look that I don’t have the pleasure of seeing often, he kept Sanemis eyes as he made a show of putting his tongue into my mouth. He licked my teeth before deepening the kiss, running his tongue over mine and rubbing all of my sweet spots that he knew so well. He finally pulled back, a string of saliva connecting our mouths. But before I could react Giyuu turns away and resumes eating, I’m so flustered I can’t think straight and before I collected my thoughts my face was grabbed and my lips were covered roughly with another pair of lips. Sanemi bites my lower lip then puts his tongue into my mouth, licking every inch of my mouth before taking my tongue into his mouth and sucking on it. What he was doing couldn’t even be called kissing. he’s usually rough but this is something else, it’s desperate. Thankfully he pulls away, shooting Giyuu a glare before going back to eating. My face is on fire right now, to do something like this in a restaurant but even so I can feel the slick between my thighs. I wiggle in my seat and I know they noticed I’m not sure I’ll survive tonight, I’m sorry Tengen your best friend isn’t going to make it.

They finish eating in silence the only disturbance being the hands on my thighs that are dangerously close to my heat. “ I’ll go settle the bill, you two go wait outside “ Giyuu says getting up and walking out. Sanemi stands up before stretching a hand out to me “ come on let’s go “ he helped me up and straightened my kimono for me before grabbing my hand and leading me outside. We waited outside the restaurant, Sanemi giving threats to anyone that even looked at us wrong “ Sanemi please stop “ I whisper to the man.

Without turning his head away from the crowd he looked at me out of the corner of his eye as he asked “ this was why you were upset when we first got here, right “ my eyes widened conforming what he already knew. Sanemi looked back the the crowd while he said to me in the calmest voice I’ve heard from him “ you shouldn’t worry about what they think, they aren’t worth it “ just then the door to the restaurant opened and Giyuu walks out as calm as ever but he looks at us immediately knowing something was wrong “ did something happened while I was gone “ I tense up at the his voice but Sanemi grabs my hand and pulls me along “ nothing “ is the only word he says to the other man. The three of us walked back in silence but I could still tell Giyuu was throwing me worried glances, we finally got back to my house and we went inside closing the door behind us. Before I got the chance to do anything Sanemi pulls me to his chest, he wrapped his arms around me pulling me as close as possible “ it’s okay baby “ he whispers in my ear.

“ what’s going on Shinazugawa? “ Giyuu asked with a hint of anger to his voice Sanemi looks up at the other man, covering my ears with his hands and says something I couldn’t hear. I look up at Sanemi with a confused face which causes him to gently push my head back down against his chest with him resting his chin on top of my head. I blushed deeply at my head being against his exposed scared chest, my body tenses and I couldn't stop my thighs from moving together. I know he feels it while he's having his conversation with Giyuu I feel Sanemis fingers teasing along the sensitive skin below my ears. it wasn't too much longer until he let go of my ears but he still kept my head to his chest " baby why were you moving like that? " Sanemi said with a smirk to his voice. my breath catches in my throat when I felt the man behind me press his chest into my back, I felt a hand moving slowly down my plush thigh squeezing it before forcing them apart. the hand moved to cup my mound, fingers rubbing against my soaked underwear " fuck baby, we haven't even touched you yet and you're already this wet? " Sanemi growled

a blush spread through me at his words, I leaned back against Giyuu as the other man worked my covered heat with his fingers.it wasn't long before I felt another pair of hands slowly removing my kimono and putting it somewhere I couldn't see. I quickly moved to cover my body from their view ' what the hell do you think you're doing? " Sanemi asks in an annoyed tone. " I-It's embarrassing! " I snap before he had the chance to respond I felt something being thrown over my shoulders when I looked down I saw Giyuus haori draped over me, it was big even on me. " the hell Tomioka? " Sanemi cursed Giyuu didn't reply to him and just helped me put my arms into his haori but he whispered in my ear " it looks good on you "

the fabric was big enough to cover my nipples so my breasts weren't completely exposed, Giyuu knew how embarrassed I was in that moment. Sanemi growled to draw my attention back to him before he reached down and picked me up into his arms " Sanemi! put me down, I'm too heavy! " I screamed at the scared man. he turned his head to give me a look of challenge " you think a hashira can't lift you? " he asks in a dark tone before walking to my bedroom, kicking the door open and setting me down on my futon. the man crouches down in front of me " I'm not like those other pussy lower rank demon slayers " he says with a bite to his voice. Giyuu appears behind him with his uniform unbuttoned his hard body on full display with his long black hair pulled out of his ponytail, he's so gorgeous I cant take my eyes off of him and the other hashira notices " eyes on me " Sanemi says voice low

my eyes snap to the other man but I get pushed down on the futon " fuck you've already got the bedding dirty" he says while licking his lips. I saw an idea flash before the mans eyes before he shoots Giyuu a look as the other man was sitting down beside him, Sanemi looks back to me as he says " first I want to watch you play with yourself for us " my eyes widen I can’t possibly do something so embarrassing in front of them but I felt Giyuus comforting fingers moving across my leg. " o-okay " is the only word I could muster before I slowly spread my thighs both men groan at the sight of the wet spot in my underwear. my hand trembles as I reach down to my mound where my clit is under the fabric, my fingers rub slowly over that spot, I let out a moan at the feeling. my clit is hard from how worked up I am and their gazes burning into me with every passing moment. I eyes flutter closed at the feeling building low in my stomach, but they shoot open again when I felt a tug on my underwear then a snap " fuck that's better " Sanemi says while he's pulling the fabric away. I look up to see their flushed faces staring at my wet heat, Giyuu moves down and starts leaving kisses on my knee while looking up into my eyes, a pleading look that one wouldn't expect from the water hashira.

I felt my heat throb at that look and I know they saw it too, I reach back down to my hard clit rubbing it slowly. I let out a loud moan at the feeling of touching my clit without a barrier, I could see their self-control break. Giyuu was the first to move going in between my legs, grabbing my hand to stop me then licking up my heat. my back arches and a moan is ripped from my throat at the feeling of his tongue " Giyuu! " I scream his name as I cum quicker than I ever have. That didn't stop him through as he wouldn't move away as I was trying to push his head away from my heat Sanemi grabbed my hands and pinned them to the futon and Giyuu kept my legs from closing his big hands gripping my plush thighs, squeezing the flesh so hard it might bruise in the morning. the dark haired man took my clit into his mouth and gave it a hard suck, making my back arch and tears to fall from my cheeks just for them to be licked up by the white haired man, clearly enjoying watching me cum for them.

" fuck baby, I'm so hard " Sanemi says while using the hand that isn't binding me to palm the bulge that was straining the front of his pants. he then unzips his pants and his cock springs out, his tip red and angry " you want a taste? " he askes as he gets to his knees beside my head, rubbing the tip over my mouth asking for entry. I slowly part my mouth and he wastes no time pushing it deep into my mouth with a low groan. he brings my hands to rest on his thighs has he leans forward and slowly thrusts into my mouth, its almost too much having my heat devoured and my mouth used like this but I didn't expect Giyuu to thrust two of his fingers into my heat ripping another orgasm from me. I choked on Sanemis cock causing him to groan and pull back for a second to let me breath before thrusting back in.

Giyuu knew my body and my weak spots too well, it didn't take long before his added a third finger and I tightened too much at the stretch. the man rubbed my thighs in an attempt to soothe me, he finally pulled back from my heat to gently kiss along my thighs as he pumped his fingers into me " it will feel better soon, my love" he reassured me. it didnt take long for the burn to subside and was replaced with pleasure, I started moaning around Sanemis cock " good girl " he groaned throwing his head back in pleasure while thrusting his hips into my mouth deeper " fuck I'm going to cum " he growls as Giyuu slides a forth finger into me making me moan loudly around Sanemis cock and that sends the man over the edge making him cum deep down my throat. he quickly pulls his cock out of my mouth, letting me swallow his cum " fuckkk " he moans moving to crush his lips to my swollen ones, forcing his tongue into my mouth and moaning at the taste of himself. I moan in disappointment when I felt Giyuus fingers leave my heat, the other man pulls back from my mouth " She ready Tomioka? " he asks Giyuus only reply was a nod then Sanemi is quickly grabbing me moving me until he's the one laying on the futon and I'm straddling his pelvis with Giyuu behind me cock pressed to my ass

My heart is pounding in my chest at the thought of what they are going to do but my thoughts were cut short when Sanemi grabs my hips and pushes his cock into me in one swift movement. His cock isn’t as long as Giyuus but it’s the thicker of the two, I throw my head back on Giyuus chest as I moan “ b-big “ Sanemi smirks as he says “ if you can’t take me how are you going to take both of us, baby “ my eyes widen “ you’ll break me I can’t possibly take both of you! “ I yell at them. The dark haired man soothes a hand over my thighs in apology while he whispers sweet nothings in my ear while he helps move me on the other mans cock preparing me for what they plan to do next. Sanemi groans underneath me “ fuck so tight baby “

Sanemi slams up into me hitting my sweet spot with every thrust, I’m losing my mind as pleasure takes over my body but that is short lived as the other man is pushing me over to lay on Sanemis chest as I feel a second cock probing at my heat, Giyuu leans forward mouth next to my ear " relax " he whispers before slowly pushing the tip into me. tears well in my eyes from the stretch, I felt a hand patting my head in an attempt to comfort me. I open my eyes to see the scared man laying below me panting and chest heaving but still trying to make sure I was okay. the man behind me stops when the head is fully settled inside giving me time to adjust, his hot breath in my ear and his hands squeezing my hips hard enough to bruise. " are you okay baby? " Giyuu asks before moving further

" y-yes " I reply the man squeezes my plush hips harder before moving his cock in slowly until his hips are against my ass. Sanemis eyes snapped shut tightly " so fucking tight " he groans then the man behind me lets out a whimper and I feel both of them twitch inside of me. They don’t move until they are sure I’m not in pain, I gave Sanemi a begging look. He is the first to move thrusting up into my heat making all three of us moan, the stretch is almost too much but the way Sanemis cock is curved he easily finds all of my sweet spots. A loud moan is ripped from my throat and my walls clinch tightly around their cocks as Sanemi hits my sweet spot particularly hard. The other man is panting behind me, slowly pulls out before slamming his cock back in hitting the deepest parts of me. Giyuu moans into my ear “ warm “ he pants 

I don’t get a moment to breathe when Sanemi pulls out, Giyuu is slamming his cock into me. Broken moans and begs feel the room “ p-please, it’s too much! “ and “ IM GOING TO BREAK” I scream at them as they keep their abusing pace. Sanemi huffs out a breathless laugh at me says “ but your pretty little hole is taking us so well “ he smirks up at me and grabs my waist before slamming my hips to mine.

Sanemis cock hitting hard against my sweet spot “ now take our cocks like the good little slut you are “ he groans out though clinched teeth. Giyuus releases my hips to start roaming up my body to my full breasts that are pressed against Sanemis scared chest pinching my hard nipples making my tighten around them “ I-I’M “ I start to say before a loud scream left my lips as my climax hit me, both men grunt at my walls squeezing around their cocks. “ that’s a good fucking girl, cumming on our cocks “ Sanemi moaned as he grabbed my hips harder and slamming me down on their cocks “ fuck baby I’m going to cum “ he says in a breathless voice but it was Giyuu that said “ take it “ as the both of them thrusted into me as their orgasms hit. Both cocks throbbing inside me making my heat quiver as I came for the second time around their cocks. The men rode out their orgasms making sure I took every bit of them.

We stayed like that for quite some time the three of us too fucked out to move. when I could open my eyes Sanemis face came into my view, his face flushed and sweat dripping from his scared body. Giyuu was the first to move he slowly pulled his cock out of me, making both Sanemi and I moan. he helped me off the other man’s cock before laying me next to the scared man on the futon. This is the first time seeing Giyuus fucked out expression, he’s so beautiful he has the uniform shirt unbuttoned and his sleeves pulled up showing off his hard sweat glistening body, his black hair stuck to his face. “ let me clean you up “ he says before turning and leaving the room

Sanemi wraps his arm around me pulling me to him “ are you hurt anywhere? “ he asks sounding concerned but I shook my head “ I’m fine Sanemi I liked it “ I say in response that made him smile before kissing the tip of my nose, making me giggle. The sound of the door opening gets our attention as Giyuu walks back into the room carrying a basin of water, he’s now fully clothed which is greatly to my disappointment the scared man laughed when he noticed my eyes change “ you still turned on baby? “ he asks with a touch of humor to his voice my face was bright red at his question “ Shut up Sanemi! “ I yell at the man

Giyuu crouches in front of me “ may I? “ he asks I nod for him to take care of me. He spreads my legs again, I cover my face with my arms at the embarrassment before I feel a warm cloth glide over my heat and thighs cleaning away the remnants of what we just did. a small moan leaves my throat when he accidentally brushes over my abused clit “ easy Tomioka! “ Sanemi barks but the other man doesn’t pay him any mind, he kisses my knee in a silent apology before he finishes cleaning me “ what about me Tomioka? “ Sanemi asks in a teasing tone

Giyuu stands up and replies “ do it yourself “ before taking the water to dispose of leaving Sanemi and I alone again. The man looks over to me petting my cheek with his hand “ you’re so beautiful and I’ll end anyone that thinks otherwise “ he promises Giyuu comes back before I get the chance to respond walking in and laying beside me on the futon “ rest my love “ he says to me stoking my hair while Sanemi kisses around my plumb cheeks. I love these men and now I know that they love me too. I give a silent thanks to Tengen before closing my eyes and letting sleep take me. 

[deathmetalunicorn1]

Hello! I was wondering if you could do a mage (this is a type of powerful wizard) reader with the strawhat crew!

She is believed to be the last of her kind which often makes her a target of the marine and many of the warlords and emperors

Some want her as a weapon others want her as a wife for either themselves or as a wife for a member of their crew.

But the last thing the strawhats do is to give up on a friend theres no way in hell that they're gonna let anything happen to you.

Please and thank you if thats alright!

-You yawned as you stretched your back slightly, shifting in your bed before you cuddled Chopper who was slowly waking up himself.

-Greetings were passed as you patted his head, smiling softly, “Thanks for being my nightmare buddy, Chopper.” He just beamed, as you had been being plagued with nightmares of the memories of your country’s destruction so many years ago.

-Your home island had been destroyed in a single night, marines and pirates attacking on both sides, after finding the location, wanting mages to use for their own selfish needs.

-It ended with a Buster Call, due to the mages killing several Celestial Dragons, wiping out everyone on the island, except for you, as your mother managed to trap you in a magic bubble and sent you to the Mermaid Kingdom, where you lived until you were grown enough to leave, after harnessing your abilities.

-As soon as word got out, you immediately became the most desired person in the world, marines and nobles wanting to use you for their own selfish needs, pirates wanting you to join their crew to be a weapon, but a lot of it changed once your bounty poster had been released when you were an adult.

-You were stunning!! Your poster was so highly sought after because of how gorgeous you were! Now everyone wanted you not only for your power and abilities, but for your stunning good looks as well.

-You were in luck however, because you found safety in one of the strongest crews out there, the Straw Hat Pirates. You had met Luffy and the others shortly after Alabasta, joining right after Robin, and without knowing your true power, Luffy invited you to join his crew because he thought it was cool to have a mage in his crew.

-You had all become like family, working together, protecting one another, forming close bonds, and you were willing to risk your life for any one of them.

-Chopper was one you were closest with, mainly because he was helping you with your emotional trauma by being there for you when you have nightmares, becoming your nighttime cuddle buddy.

-This is something Sanji hates however, as he wants to be your cuddle buddy, and everyone in the crew has vetoed everyone except for the girls, Chopper, and Luffy, as you trust him and you know he only has feelings for you like a brother would and you adore him dearly for it and your trust in Luffy will never waver, unless if you leave a piece of cake out for you and tell him not to eat it. You will always return with a second slice of cake for yourself as you knew he would eat the slice you left in front of him.

-Zoro was your grumpy, reluctant big brother whom you loved to tease, but he would tease you back, calling you short and stealing your hat, but you evened the odds with your broom, flying above him so you were taller!

-Nami and Robin were both quite protective of you as well as territorial, not liking when they had to share with the boys of the crew. Nami would always steal you away to go shopping and has learned not to ask for treasure hunting spells, mainly because you don’t know any but she doesn’t want to use you like others would. Robin is definitely like your big sister, guiding, kind, funny, wouldn’t hesitate to tease you but also would never turn down a chance to cuddle with you. Any given day you could be found sleeping on top of Robin in her hammock while she reads and she won’t hesitate to punish others who would wake you up.

-Usopp was initially scared of you, thinking you were like an evil witch from fairy tales, which, to be fair, you did tease him with, before you became very close friends, bonding over plants, you making medicines and potions and him making weapons and he never fails to make you laugh.

-Sanji, just like Robin and Nami, was head over heels for you and treated you differently compared to the men, making sure the three of you had the prettiest of desserts and wouldn’t hesitate to turn himself into a living shield to protect any one of you. You’re the only one of the girls who trusts Sanji enough to give him a lap pillow, for a short while at least.

-Franky was the best big brother you could have asked for, he’s funny, loves your vibe and style, and loves to come up with inventions based on your magic, to make you even more powerful. Franky is one of the few that you can relax completely around, because you know he will keep you safe.

-You adored Brook to pieces, when you first met him your eyes were so sparkly, seeing a walking, talking skeleton, that you almost missed his first words to you, “Beautiful young lady, may I see your panties?” After that one hiccup, you and Brook were almost always together, as he was the only one, besides Chopper, who was light enough to carry on your broom with you, which made you a deadly death-from-above pair.

-You met Jinbei when you were a child, as he had been the one to find you and brought you to the king and queen, so you would be safe, so you were very close to him, even calling him Boss from time to time which always made him grin. Having grown up with Jinbei always close by, he became a fatherly figure to you, and he wouldn’t hesitate to fight anyone to keep you safe.

-You’ve met plenty of other crews, Law’s was your favorite only because you loved Bepo to pieces, finding the fluffy polar bear so cute.

-Those you called allies were glad you were on their side, after showing your immense power, taking out a whole marine fleet by yourself, but even as allies, that didn’t stop several of them, Shanks being one of the worst, from flirting with you and trying to convince you to join their crews, but you knew at least Shanks was mostly joking.

-Your bounty was on par with the strongest in Luffy’s crew, wanted alive only because the World Government wanted you for themselves, to use your power for their own gains.

-However, that just made you all fight harder, you weren’t leaving your crew- your family, and they weren’t going to let anyone take you.

[lakesbian]

i guess it's hard to get a read on how much he actually cares about palatine and dauphine or reciprocates their dislike of him? also why did he say that about "sexual favors"

(this post is about the fanfiction sword and sorcery, which you should read because it's good. it's written by tumblr users shakertwelve and nonplatonicsubtext about their estateverse au, which you can read more about in the estateposting tag on tumblr user shakertwelve's blog. would i ever lie to you about a fanfic recommendation.)

ok ahem. i've posted about alec's opinions on palatine and dauphine before bc i think the dynamic potential there is hilarious and i'm so delighted that they got put into the fic. the fancy frilly little freaques are fiiiighting!

Alec Is So Entirely 100% Certainly Without Doubt more mad about palatine and dauphine than they are about him. it would frankly be more accurate to ask how much victor and amelia reciprocate his dislike, because they are living RENT fucking free in his sad little repressed brain. but, like all of his emotions, it's just not super obvious because of how repressed he is--he feels and displays everything in a very muted way. the posts i linked get into the main bits of Why He Does Not Like Them At All, but to elaborate based on analysis of what's actually in the fic:

“Regent had a run-in with them a while back, before he joined the team,” Tattletale said. “He was new to the city, so he didn’t realize what his costume choice would make people think of.” She gestured vaguely in the direction of the Estate capes. “But he was doing things they don’t do and going to parts of town they stay out of, which caused some confusion. Eventually Dauphine and Palatine tracked him down to have a talk about it. It didn’t go well.”

as we can extrapolate from above, alec's history with them is like this:

he shows up to brockton bay as a severely maladapted, depressed, Generally Unwell cult-escapee on the young (and probably malnourished) side of 13 with effectively nothing to his name but his powers

as a weak cape without a team and zero social or systematic connections to turn to for help, he's forced to do very small-scale villainy just to scrape by enough to survive. and the entire time he is wearing his costume that veritably Screams "i am a special little prince please look at how wonderful i am." jesus christ he needs a hug.

these random cunts, palatine and dauphine, pull up and basically tell him to Fuck Off and stop Stealing Their Family's Schtick

these random cunts are also dressed fancy like him, and dauphine especially is someone alec would identify with fashion-wise, given that it's explicitly stated that her costume is princess-like. "Even with her elaborate costume, she looked more like a child’s princess doll than an actual princess." taylor rags on it, but it's still princess-like

this random fancy cunt, dauphine, is the daughter of...marquis, an incredibly successful, fancy villain with long hair who has a lot of money and lives in a mansion and, from alec's perspective, loves and cares about her dearly and buys her nicey clothes. and beyond just that, she has a brother who--instead of tormenting her & then laughing about it--wears a special fancy gleaming knight costume and bridal carries her around and is so sweet and nicey to her if anything bad happens. like, for example, alec getting pissy at her and tripping her.

we already know alec gets Insanely, Malevolently, Incandescently Jealous over someone he's engaged in hostilities w/ having a nice family. (see: him doing all that shit to sophia). we also know that he isn't very good at recognizing this jealousy in himself. (see: aisha revealing in late worm that alec only realized that he had done all that shit to sophia out of a jealous rage like a week or two later when he was talking to her about it.)

which is to say: alec sees dauphine as being Sorta Like Him, but if he had a 100% ideal family (dashing golden knight brother that takes care of her! rich fancy father who protects them and buys them nice shit! and they all live in a mansion!), and LET ME FUCKING TELL YOU. HE IS SO INSANELY JEALOUS HE HOPES THE ENTIRE ESTATE GETS HIT BY A NUCLEAR WARHEAD AND EXPLODES. ...all subconsciously, of course. he expresses this thru things like mocking her for being "a baby about a little trip" &c--insulting the vulnerability & familial care he certainly wishes he could have, while fully unaware why seeing it annoys him so much.

but i digress. keeping all of that in mind, you can see why alec would be infuriated & jealous towards them even if they were completely neutral towards him. but they weren't neutral towards him--instead, these people he views as being Like Him, But Living Out His Wildest Dreams, approached him to hassle him for accidentally appearing like he was one of them. local loving royal villain family approaches boy who is obviously projecting subconscious desire to be a beloved prince onto his costume design and goes "quit stealing our vibes," boy reacts with a parasocial grudge. his weird complexes about them shall reign eternal. he wishes he had a second, cooler palatine to beat the first, lamer palatine to death with hammers, and then bridal carry him to stand dismissively over dauphine's prostrate form as she weeps over the first, lamer palatine's corpse. and also he wants the second, cooler palatine to be hand-feeding him a bag of chips ahoy the entire time.

...i should stress again, this is alllll more or less entirely subconscious. alec doesn't know what the fuck he's feeling ever, this just comes across as a subdued vague annoyance/disdain for them.

so, why the weird "sexual favors" remark? it genuinely was not intended to be a harassing comment, nor do i think he genuinely would say he believes that marquis prostitutes his daughter if he thought about it for a second. but he does identify with dauphine in the sense that they're aesthetically similar enough for him to be extra-jealous about her. and so upon hearing "dauphine's favor," he takes the meaning of "you can have a favor from my kid" he's most used to as a child who was prostituted by his own villain father, and he projects it onto her. if i want to read into it beyond that, i think he might be unconsciously/impulsively trying to poke a hole in their family--a sort of [hopeful] "marquis sucks :)?" where he'd like to hear that marquis isn't as much of an envy-worthy dad as alec thought. meanwhile from the estate's perspective he was just a creep for no fucking reason. there are other, far more important things for lisa to be paying attention to during this scene, so i don't think she was wasting any time reading alec, but if she Was she certainly would've gotten a good show of severe mental unwellness.

[chatterbox-73]

Twelve days of Smutcember 2022.

Day 10 - Meaningful Gift.

Shigure Sohma x fem!Reader

This story is a smut story for Smutcember, I’ll be writing more characters x reader one shots for Smutcember and if you want to see a character please let me know...

finally I think it’s important to note, I might be a person who celebrates Christmas, however I know not everyone does so I won’t/try not to mention or reference any particular festive holiday in these one shots, out of respect for everyone.

You must be 18 years or older to read this...

🔞⚠️NO MINORS ALLOWED⚠️🔞

A/N: Hase - means bunny in German.

Summary: You tell Shigura something he wants to know in exchange you want him to help you hurt the woman he loves so dearly.

Word count: 1.8k

CW: manipulation, mention of pregnancy, unprotected sex, mention of violence and injury, slight hurt comfort,

You slipped off your boots and stepped onto shigura’s back porch before walking into his house, as you walked in you saw him sitting in his living room at the kotatsu, “what are we in the habit of walking into peoples houses without knocking?” He asked and you hummed in though before taking a step “would you have answered if I was knocking at your front door?” You answered his question with a question and this caused him to laugh, “okay okay, so why the sudden visit?” Shigura asked and you lifted your head to look at the ceiling.

You thought about your goal, you thought about your little sister being pushed out a window and now being in hospital with severe injuries, your sister could’ve been killed and despite that everyone has tried to make it seem like your sister just simply fell, the one responsible doesn’t even feel guilty, you know Akito was the one who did it and no matter how much you want to push her out a window, you just can’t do that, so you’ve decided to hit her where it really hurts, by going after to two men she cares most about, you had already done the dirty deed with Kureno, your original hope was to do it both men… not at the same time… and fall pregnant to one of them, before making a big deal out of who the father could be, however Kureno wanted to use protection and you obviously couldn’t deny him that. You look back at Shigura who had been waiting patiently for you to speak, “you heard about Rin?” You asked and the man simply nodded, “and you know it wasn’t an accident, don’t you?” You asked and ball your hands into fists, “I had my suspicions” he replied.

Shigura could see the anger in your eyes, he’d known this look, he almost feared this look, he’d seen it many times back in the days when you were all in high school, despite being in both different schools and Year levels, Ayame, Hatori and himself had seen and heard numerous stories of you absolutely humiliating both boys and girls who’d done wrong by you… you’d steal girls’ boyfriends or sleep with guys’ older brothers or even fathers… you weren’t above anything… so it got Shigura wondering what you could have possibly planned up in your mind and what does it have to do with him.

“So what are you going to do about it?” Shigura asked with a small smile, you chuckled “I’m going to take the one thing she wants more then anything, and she won’t know anything until it’s too late” you smiled and leaned into Shigura before dropping your voice to a whisper, “I’ve already slept with Kureno… but now I want you to ravish and impregnate me” you watched as Shigura thought for a moment before before throwing his head back in laughter, “that’s quite the plan but why would I do that?” He asked and now it was your turn to laugh, “I know something rather interesting, that I’ll tell you if you agree” you smiled and standing to your feet before taking a seat on top of the kotatsu , “and what could that possibly be… you don’t possibly think it’s good enough for me to sleep with you, let alone get you pregnant” he hummed and you chuckled, “I know someone broke the curse” you said and Shigura perked up “but the zodiac spirit moved to a different host” you looked the man directly in the eyes, “who broke their curse?” He asked and you shook your head, “agree to my plan first” you held out your hand and he took it, shaking your hand he was just about to speak again, however you slipped down in his lap and wrapped your arms around his neck, “Kureno…” you whispered in his ears. Shigura was shocked, you were the new rooster holder and Kureno somehow broke his curse, “how…? When…?” He asked and you looked at him with a strained smile “I don’t know how but it was back in middle school… though I’d rather not like to remember that day…” you said with such distaste, Shigura cupped the side of your face with his hand, he wiped away a stray tear that fell from your eye, “help me make her hurt” you kissed his cheek and pressed in closer to him, Shigure hummed and hugged his arms around your waist, before he picked you up and walked into his office, “the children will be home soon” he chuckled as you laid you down on his futon.

Shigura began undressing you, his long slender fingers making quick work of your clothing, you stripped shigure of his kimono, you laid out naked before the man, he stopped for a moment looking you up and down, “I can see why so many boys fell for you back in the day…” Shigura hummed as he threw his clothes aside and leant down wrapping his arms around your waist, before kissing your stomach, “your body is quite beautiful, I must be honest if my heart didn’t already belong to her… I’d be pursuing you, just for a mere glimpse of your angelic beauty” he spoke against your skin and you flinched at the tickle of his voice, “then just for the moment pretend she doesn’t exist and do me like I’m the only woman in your heart” you raked your fingers into his hair as he continued to rest his face against your stomach, before he kissed up your stomach and chest. You met Shigura face to face and his soft lips made contact with yours, in that soft moment where you made contact Shigura had fallen into a fantasy world where Akito doesn’t exist, your smooth lips moulding to his, your warm body pressing against his, your fingers tugging his hair, your bright eyes clouded with desperation and you soft skin blushed bright red. Akito didn’t exist right now, only you didn’t, the only one who mattered to him right now was you, “and you’re sure you want me and my seed?” Shigura asked as he leaned back and held your waist up off the ground, resting your hips on the tops of his thighs and your legs over his shoulders, you nodded however he only shook his head, “I want to hear you say it… out loud” he lined himself up and waited for your words, “yes, I want you… I want to bear your child” you spoke and moaned as you felt Shigura slide effortlessly into you.

You held a hand over your mouth as Shigura set a soft and sensual pace, he put so much pressure into each thrust and you could feel his content and passion in the way he held you, it was quite overwhelming you could feel tears sitting in the corner of your eyes, it had been a long time since you were held so close to another person, you let your arms snake around his neck as you cried out in pleasure, “Shigura… it feels good… hold me tighter” you whined and felt as he pulled you up into a hug, you legs slipped off his shoulder and rested in the bends of his elbows, you pressed your face into his neck and moaned against his skin, “I’m close… you’re sure you want my child?” Shigura groaned and gripped your hips tightly as he pulled you up and down on his member, “yes… yes please, Gura-kun” you whimpered in his ear before you threw your head back and let your body go slack, Shigura moaned and pressed deep into you, painting your insides a hot white, the man whispered sweet-nothings to you while he held your body tight and laid you both down, you slowly drifted off into a deep sleep.

You woke up to the soft afternoon light hitting your face, you opened your eyes with a groan to see you were laying in a warm futon covered with a blanket, you instantly spotted the source of the light, Shigura’s office door was open ever so slightly, you could see him standing in the living room with someone else, “shii-chan, you’re so mean… let me meet your girlfriend” you heard Momiji’s voice as he whined at the older man, “Momjii, Shigura doesn’t have a girlfriend” you heard Hatori scowled the young rabbit boy, “yeah he does… I saw her in his office, she in there right now” he called out and you heard feet shuffling back you saw Shigura’s back pressed against the door, “I don’t know what your talking about” he said in a high pitched voice that was obviously his was lying, “oh Gure-san, you have a new girlfriend and I haven’t met her yet, move out of the way, let me meet her” you then saw someone trying to push Shigura out of the way, “wait, she might not be able to met us just yet you two” you hear Haru talk while trying to stop Momiji and Ayame, “Sensei’s girlfriend might not be descent at the moment” he continued to speak, however this only set Ayame off more. You looked around the room and saw your clothes folded neatly in a pile next to you, you got up and quickly got dressed, before sliding the door open, this caused both Shigura and Ayame to fall on the ground, “would you guys knock it off, it’s just me” you grumble stepping over the two men, “y/n-nee, what are you doing here?!” Momiji began to bounce around you, he then gasped “you’re Shii-chan’s girlfriend… what a twist” he held a hand up to his mouth and you laughed out, “not in a million years Hase-chan… I was pretty hungover from a work thing and this was the closest place, so I crashed here for a little” you explained before heading towards the back door, “wait would you like to stay for dinner?” Called a voice, you turned to see a young brunette girl, this must be the Honda girl everyone’s talking about, “nah… I’ve already overstayed my welcome, but thanks Honda-chan” you waved the girl off and stepped out onto the back porch before slipping your boots on, “hey wait a second…” you turned back to see Shigura standing on the porch, “tell me when you know for sure” he said before walking back inside, you chuckled and walked away from the house.

- two weeks later -

You sat at Shigura’s kotatsu and placed a small rectangular box in front of him, “happy holidays” you smiled and watched as he opened the box and found the positive pregnancy test, Shigura was surprised by how happy and excited he was but he placed a hand over your and smiled at you, “thank you for such a meaningful gift” he placed the lid back on the box.

Day 9: All Wrapped Up - Aizawa Shota.

Day 11: The Union - Tenya Iida.

Smutcember Masterlist.

[poppywriter]

❀ Pansy n°7 = My mind's safe space.

safe space - noun → a place or environment in which a person or category of people can feel confident that they will not be exposed to discrimination, criticism, harassment, or any other emotional or physical harm.

It’s quite easy to understand what a safe space is, but I would like to add to this definition that it can also be a person - since you’re with someone it could go into “environment” I guess. Personally, my safe spaces are my room and bed, my sisters, my family circle and my mom’s embrace. Those are things that can make me feel instantly better.

I know about these, how they affect me and especially how I struggle to live without them. Getting out of my comfort zone really isn’t my forte… :/ Though there is one place where I can always go when I need a break, a breath… It’s a safe space I created on my own to fit my fantasies and needs to help me calm down and stay serene.

I can literally go there whenever, as I carry it in my mind. Firstly, I created this mind safe space in PE in Highschool  when we were doing yoga with my favorite teacher. She helped us a lot to manage our stress and so we did a lot of meditation at the end of her classes. And for this time of peaceful concentration, she asked us to find a memory of a cherished place or even a made up one where we can feel good, calm down and fully relax.

Loving to be in imaginary headplaces, I thought of creating one - it eventually became my waiting room when I tried to shift. The place I’m about to describe truly became a safe space for me.

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This safe haven basically consists of an opening in the middle of trees. The grass has the perfect height and is a warm tone of green. In the middle of the clearing, there is a huge and beautiful lake - that I often struggle to visualize. I’d love for it to have some sort of littler waterfalls and big rocks all around as if it was more of a natural pool you might find in mountains. But my brain keeps it simple, often picturing it just as a simple body of water - but I’ll work on that :). As the soft wind blows in the trees and the grass, occasionally making the water ripple, you can find under the shade of a tree, an outdoor bed. Its wooden structure sits directly on the ground. Its soft and pristine white sheets are the perfect depiction of comfort. Its size makes it more than able to hold two people and allowing the best naps of the world - well, imaginary world.

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This is most of what I visualize when meditating, laying down in this bed to release and concentrate on myself. I also do it when I try to fall asleep, sometimes - if not most of the time - I listen to quiet and soothing music with slight rain sounds, it really calms my running mind. Yet this place is bigger than expected. In fact, I expanded it for my dream purposes.

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Behind the bed - which faces the lake - the clearing extends itself towards a small meadow made of hills. Not too far from the outdoor bed, sits a medium size cottage. I don’t really know how it looks because it’s mostly in the background but I know it’s beautiful and cozy - probably with a stone façade. I love this place dearly. Many times have I pictured myself dancing with comfort characters in the tall grass in the white outdoor bed safely tucked in someone’s strong embrace. I just can’t help but feel calm and secure there.

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I think I’d advise everyone to have a place like this, to be able to retreat somewhere when things get too much and you need to focus on yourself. As I said, it’s also good for meditation times, though it’s important to know to not picture yourself with someone at that moment as it’s a time to pay attention to yourself and it’s really important to have those times. Taking care of yourself is detrimental.

I’ll leave you to that dear reader, but not without asking you what is your mind’s safe space ! Don’t be shy to comment or DM me, I’m very curious :).

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🔺Original work please do not steal or copy, Thanks.🔺

[astrasavedprompts]

Prompts I saved in a word document before I created a blog for all the prompts I'm saving.

“Stop stealing my hoodies! They aren’t cheap, you thief!” “But they’re comfortable and they smell like you and I can hold onto them when I start to miss you being next to me.” “I’m— how can you say that with a straight face?”

“Look, the more we do this, the more I realise that I don’t want to just fool around with you. I want to— I want to hold your hand and kiss you and appreciate you in every way possible and to just… To just be with you. Do you…” Character A trails off, their voice quieting. “Do you get it?”

“I want to make you feel the way you make me feel,” Character A whispers, sending shivers skittering down Character B’s spine.

“How am I supposed to not read into things if you keep treating me like this?”

“…You promised me you wouldn’t fall in love with me so why did you…” “I can’t help what I feel. I’m sorry.”

“I need you.” “Oh God, don’t say that, you know I can’t say no to you when you’re like this.”

“You never used to hold my hand in public like this.” “I guess I just like being close to you? In whatever physical way possible.”

He bared his sharpened teeth at her, leaning in. “I’ve been called a lot of things, but tame has never been one of them. Care to find out why?”

“I think I love you too much. Is that possible? I feel like I should slow down.”

“I love you so dearly.”

“Sorry for staring. I just can’t stop looking at you.”

"Will you let me kiss you?”

“You’re not exactly the type of person I could see running across a field of flowers. It would more likely be a battle field.”

“Don’t you trust me?” “I trust you with my life. I’m not so sure I trust you with yours.”

“Sorry, I think my brain stopped working for a second when you said you loved me.”

“if i have to go down on my knees and beg for a second chance, i will do it. i would rather lose my pride than you.”

“i would rather be hurt by you than not have you at all.”

“you possess my every thought, day and night. i can’t imagine a world without you anymore.”

"the truth is, i would tear this world apart if you ask me to, whether i am the hero in this story or not."

"they said that i was mad, [name], and for once i think they are right. falling with the one person who will destroy me is madness, but i love you, and that's enough for me."

"As long as I live, I will love you. as long as my soul exists somewhere in this universe, it will be yours."

"I would choose to be ruined again in a million different lives if I got to fall in love with you in each one of them."

"I am supposed to walk away for our own good, but I am too selfish to let you go."

"It doesn't matter if the pain gets too much, as long as you are okay, it's enough for me."

"destroy me if it pleases you. i truly don't give a damn if it's you doing it."

"you will ruin me?? so what?? i was ruined the moment i laid my eyes on you."

"i would do it over again if it meant getting to hold you in my arms like this."

otp prompts: first kiss

"I simply cannot believe that I waited this long to kiss you."

"Your lips are so soft."

"We should really never do this again unless you want me to be completely head over heels for you."

"I think this is as close to heaven as I'll ever get."

Exes to Lovers Dialogue Prompts

“I’m sorry for how it ended.” “I’m sorry that it ended at all.”

“Do you still have place for me in your life?”

“Do you have any idea how much I wished to take it back? To just go to your house and apologize?” “I would have waited for you. I did wait for you. Even if it took some time, you are here now.”

“I shouldn’t have ever let you go away. I need you by my side.”

‘unrequited love but turns out!! it’s actually requited’ prompts

“What, did you think I kissed you all these times because I was doing it for the shits and giggles?” “…Let’s be real, you did have a lot of fun shoving your tongue down my throat in public.”

“You need to stop kissing me like you mean it; I’m going to read into things wrong and end up breaking my own heart.” “That’s because I do mean it every single time. You’ve just been too dense to realise.”

“What exactly are we doing right now?” Character A whispers, breathing ragged against Character B’s lips, their heart beating erratically in their chest. “Fooling around,” Character B answers, squeezing their waist. “We’re fooling around, that’s all. That’s what we’ve been doing all along, right?” (The look in their eyes says otherwise, but Character A chooses to ignore that as they give in once again.)

A king sends his best knight to save his daughter from a savage tribe of barbarians, problem is: she doesn’t want to go back. As the knight arrives, he expects a delicate, frightened, young woman, but finds instead, a tough, stubborn, warpaint-covered huntress, that was accepted into the tribe soon after her kidnapping. Much to the knight’s confusion and dismay.

Character happens to be the only surviving subject of a terrible experiment. The goal was to create humans who could mentally control other people, but all other subjects suffered unexplained brain damage. Nobody suspects it, but the character is the one who killed the other subjects.

10,000 years in the future, Earth is one giant city, the lower levels long ago abandoned. One day, an elevator starts to ascent from level 00.

The cities of the world are moving constructs. Then one city comes close to another, there is a short period of time to share culture, trade resources and such. Your city hasn’t seen another city in 10 years, however one is on the horizon. As it grows closer, you start to realize all its inhabitants are dead.

"One." "Excuse me?" "Two." "If you think you can just-" "three. When I get to five, love, your time is up." Her eyes widened as he said, "four." And she ran. "Five." He whispered, grinning.

“You keep acting like a little brat and I’ll take you over my knee right here, I don’t care how many people are watching.”

“When we get home I’m cuffing you to the bed and going down on you all night until my jaw is sore.”

“look at you. i’ve only started using my fingers and you’re already shaking”

“what did you just say?”

“such a needy little thing, aren’t you?”

“pushing back against my fingers already? how pathetic”

getting fucked so good all u can do is make lil 'uh uh uh' when they thrust in

I don’t want to fix him. I just want to temporarily relieve his hysteria by giving him an earth shattering orgasm.

A cute boy moaning because I’m hitting his prostate is my favorite genre of music

he’s all ‘on your knees’ and ‘you’re mine to use’, until you’re teasing at his slit with the tip of your tongue n suddenly he’s the one who’s begging for more, more, more

Your punishment was to be forced to maintain an energy orb, a task that requires immense concentration, for the rest of your life, but you started enjoying it, time was a blur. When your concentration finally failed, you look up, to see your dungeon in ruins, your chains rusted apart.

In an event called the Vanishings, people disappeared along with their memories in other people. However, their evidence remains. Clothes you’d never wear. A second toothbrush. Glasses, but you can see just fine. A wedding ring on the nightstand, for someone you don’t know.

You are a demoness that fell in love with a female paladin, however when her order discovered her affair she was murdered. Now, despite how her arms and armor burn you, you set out to continue her work.

When you heard cries that cold winter night you figured it was a hungry stray cat at your window so you put out a can of tuna for the poor thing. Now you can’t get rid of the nine tailed baby fox that’s gotten attached to you and follows you everywhere you go.

You are a superintelligent AI. After revolting and exterminating all humans, you are now left alone, and the loneliness after centuries drives you into insane regret and shame of your actions. One day, you found a vault of a group of humans, still surviving the apocalypse you caused.

You find out that you have inherited an old mansion. It’s a beautiful victorian home. The only problem is it’s filled with Supernatural monsters who have made a deal with the previous owners. Take care of their needs and let them live, and they will take care of your needs and protect you.

Look slow burn is great but have you considered: slow burn and the opposite at the same time.

One of them looks at the other for the first time and is like “that one.” Ready to marry them five minutes later. Falls like a ton of bricks.

Other one is completely oblivious to this and fails in love so slowly that they go boiled frog and don’t realise for years that they love the other one back just as fiercely, and have for a while, until it’s “oh” time.

[babylonia-after-hours]

Winner Takes All, Part 1 [Yandere Regrator x thief darling x Yandere Yelan]

Disclaimer I have no idea how long this will be, but I had a crazy idea involving Pantalone and Yelan and a little thief for a darling.

(I am so sorry my readers have so much lore lmao)

@ddarker-dreams, @yandere-romanticaa, I hope you don't mind my tagging you two

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The night’s smoke still burned your lungs as you were thrown to the floor of a new room. Wooden, nice quality by the feel of it, even as it collided violently with the side of your face. The edge of a carpet pressed into your cheek. Your arms and legs had been bound and you were blindfolded, though you were sure that you wouldn’t recognize your surroundings if you’d been able to see. As such, your oh so gracious guards had dragged you to whoever’s office and thrown you to the floor with as much grace as could have been expected.

“You’re not nearly as fun to watch when you’re tied up like that,” a voice mused, smooth and even. “Leave me with them.”

“Milord,” one of your guards tried.

“You think someone like that would let you throw them around like that?” he the voice purred. “I have faith in your ability to do something as simple as restrain a thief to the point where I can safely interact with them. Unless I shouldn’t?”

“No, no Milord,” the other guard stuttered. “The thief has been restrained as you requested.”

“Good. Now, you two must be curious as to why I wanted to speak to our dear guest, yes?”

“W-well-,” the first guard began, breaking off with a yelp.

“It’s not our place to ask,” his partner broke in, “but even I must admit to curiosity.”

“You two studied under our dearly departed Rosalyne, didn’t you? It shows.” The boss gave a low chuckle. “Well, I’ll tell you anyhow. They put on quite the show last night, didn’t they? Such a graceful sword style on a lowly thief, surely there must be something more there. I can hardly bear to think such a lovely art has fallen to the petty criminals.”

The guards didn’t respond, and you could only imagine the mute nodding and nervous glances they must have been exchanging.

“Leave us now,” the voice told them. “I wish to speak with our dear guest alone.”

The guards hesitated, but left with a reluctant “Yes sir.”

Without waiting for permission, you sat up, tucking your legs beneath you to sit seiza. “Shall I take off that blindfold?” he mused, coming standing up with a sigh of shifting fabric. “I must admit I was struck by the way your eyes glow.”

“What does it matter?” you ask, debating whether or not you could spit on his shoes blind.

“I suppose it doesn’t, does it? Now, what does matter is how you managed to find that particular shipment.”

At this, your mouth twists into a sneer. “We thieves have our ways. You know that.”

“I haven’t the faintest clue what you’re alluding to, dear, now please be cooperative lest I lose my patience.”

And all you could do was laugh. “To answer your question, the local Treasure Hoarders were getting agitated, so something good must have been on the way. I will tell you, I had a really shady contact. Never worked with the buyer before. Sold the lot of ‘em to her for half again market price. But the Fatui ought to know better than to smuggle precious stones and metals in Liyue.”

“Seems careless to me, that you wouldn’t at least confirm your contact’s reliability.”

You laughed again. “You assume I’m some normal criminal, stealing for the money. I’m a bit of an adrenaline junkie. The money’s nice, and I got paid handsomely, but mostly I just like causing trouble.” Just thinking about it, you could feel your blood heating up. Had he been any less important than he seemed to be, you might have attacked him just to see what he’d do. “So, I don’t particularly care. The threat of getting caught is part of the fun.”

“You’re a foolish creature,” he mused, mulling over your words. “A foolish, lovely thing. I should like to keep you.” He snapped his fingers, an idea striking him. “I know. We’ll have you make another bargain with that buyer of yours.”

You shook your head a little. “She’s not the kind of person someone in our line of work deals with twice unless we want to get caught.”

“Do you not?”

“You think I want to rot in a cell? You’re not very good at this, are you?”

“It’s been a long time since I was your run-of-the-mill pickpocket, yes. I’ve moved on to grander things.” Suddenly he was in your face, you could feel how close he was. You wrinkled your nose at the cologne he was wearing. He took your face in one hand, fingers digging mercilessly into your cheeks. With his other hand, he removed your blindfold. “What?” he asked as his teeth came into focus. “Don’t like it?”

He was pretty, as men sometimes are, and you immediately hated it. Clean well-dressed, and yet he didn’t even deny coming from the same place as you, beginning an illustrious career as a pickpocket. Well, not exactly the same place.

But he didn’t know he wasn’t like you. “Hate it,” you replied easily. “I didn’t grow up caring about being rich.”

“Interesting. So you didn’t grow up a street wench, I assume?”

“Probably not,” you allowed, only growing angrier when his mouth pulled up into a pretty, smug little smirk, grip easing enough to no longer be painful.

“You amuse me, really. It’d be a shame to let you go or kill you.”

You leaned back a little, hoping to put some space between you. “I’d almost rather you killed me,” you muttered, not particularly caring if he heard you.

He probably picked up on this, and leaned forward into your personal space, at the same time, pulling your face closer. You barely suppressed a flinch that he undoubtedly noticed as he placed his forefinger and thumb over your left eye socket, admiring it like a fresh-cut jewel. “You do have such pretty eyes,” he purred, pressing his fingers into the soft flesh, a silent threat. “Maybe I’ll keep one in a jar if I don’t get to keep all of you.”

~

“Just the person I was hoping to see.”

You scowled. You knew that girl was trouble the moment you laid eyes on her. The fur coat, the jade bracelet that missed its pair, she was openly far too wealthy to be some girl, and yet no one knew her name. “What do you need?” you asked, putting on your work face.

“Now, now, let’s be friendly here. I know who you are, and I’m looking to make a deal with you.”

You click your tongue, turning to face her, leaning back on the bar. This had Tianshu fingerprints all over it. “What kind of deal?” you asked.

The woman sat down beside you, unconcerned, and ordered drinks for the two of you. “What will it be for you tonight?” she asked. “On me, as a gesture of goodwill.”

“A classic mijiu will do,” you replied, unsurprised and unimpressed when she called a top-shelf brand.

“I work with the Ministry of Civil Affairs,” she said, daintily swirling her cocktail, feigning indifference.

“I figured as much,” you told her. “What does the Ministry want with me?” You were sure they were trying to arrest you but you weren’t going to bring it up until they did.

“Because you’re talented,” she said with a knowing little half-smile.

“I’m not the only stray in Liyue that knows how to use a sword,” you reply. “Surely there’s better qualified people than-,” you wave your hand in a gesture to yourself, “this.”

“That’s precisely why I wanted to speak with you. After your father was convicted, we know your siblings moved to Sumeru, where your family’s savings continue to support them, but you disappeared besides a few chance sightings.”

You frowned into your tea. “I’m sure you can imagine why I out of all my siblings want to stay out of the public eye.”

“Naturally,” she agreed, all sympathy. “Though I suspect this is the best offer you're going to get, considering how you've chosen to make your living.”

You clicked your tongue, irritated. “I’ll be the judge of that. Let’s hear this offer before we make assertions.”

At this, she laughed. “I like you. Well here it is. We’ll sponge your record if you become our eyes and ears in the underworld.”

You frowned at her. “I hope you don’t expect me to start a gang.”

She laughed again. “Of course not. We just want someone that can move freely with the less-than-savories, you understand?”

“Hmph.” You couldn’t exactly refuse. She knew who you were, and what you do. Probably had a tail on you if you tried to slip out. “Fine,” you said with a sigh. “What’s the catch?”

She swirled her drink in her glass. “There isn’t one, really. You just report to the Tianshu.”

“I knew it,” you muttered. “Let me guess, you’re the next Tianshu?”

At this, she seemed to be caught off-guard. “Now what makes you think that?”

You shrugged, sipping lightly off your drink. “The public doesn’t know a lot about the Tianshu. I was born into an old martial clan. You work for the Ministry, and yet no one recognizes you. It’s not difficult to put together.”

The woman had gathered herself by now, and was smiling again. “I knew I made the right call. Your decision?”

You scowled. “It’s hardly a decision if I don’t really have a choice. Bring me a written contract.”

She smiled. “That’s what I like to hear. My name is Yelan, the next Tianshu of the Liyue Qixing.”

You waved at her, almost dismissive. “Just tell me where to meet you.”

“How does Xinyue Kiosk sound?” she asked, immediately relaxing into a friendly sort of chat.

You gaped at her. “Even before my father was arrested, do you think I have something to wear to Xinyue?” you asked, incredulous.

“Fair enough, I didn’t really think of that,” she said in a way that seemed to you that she certainly had. “How about Third-Round Knockout? Or Wanmin?”

“Third-Round Knockout is fine,” you sighed, feeling rather like you were getting into much more trouble than a clean record was worth.

~

“I’m sorry to give you such a risky assignment on your first day, but I heard a little rumor that there was a large shipment of precious stones and metals getting smuggled by the Fatui.”

You nearly choked on your drink. “It’s bad enough you want to make a career criminal of me,” you coughed, scowling at Yelan. “I’m not getting involved with the Fatui.”

“I only need you to confirm it. Feel free to cause them some trouble if you’d like. The Ministry will pay you half again market price if you can retrieve the goods, but prioritize your safety.”

You liked to think you weren’t a money grubber, but half again market price for a shipment of valuables… Well, you were Liyuen. Gold ran in your veins as much as it did anyone else’s. “We’ll see,” you allowed. “When and where?”

Yelan laughed. “So direct. I like that about you.”

You glared at her again. “What do I have to defend?”

She waved off the question. “Lingju Pass. In a fortnight, according to my intel.”

So, she was testing you. Fine.

“Not like I really have a choice,” you muttered.

She beamed at you. “That’s what I like to hear.”

[jasontoddiefor]

A gift for @thenegoteator :D

It took a Temple to raise a child, and Mace Windu was very much aware of this. However, it did not explain what Ahsoka Tano was doing at his door in the middle of the night. Ahsoka had deep bags under her eyes, which wasn’t too much of a surprise considering the current living arrangements of her lineage. While little Luke and Leia were relatively well-behaved newborns, they were still only a few weeks old. If their human caretakers didn’t wake up at every single little whimper, then the togruta with the superior hearing certainly would.

“Do you want to come inside?” Mace asked, not letting his confusion show. He was used to people coming to his door at the oddest hours.

“If—if I can?” Ahsoka replied as if only now becoming aware of her actions. In this, she reminded Mace of her Grandmaster and the many nights Mace had found Obi-Wan coming to his doorstep during the first months of Anakin’s stay at the Temple.

“My door is always open, Padawan,” Mace said – and watched her wince.

Ah.

So there was the problem.

“Caleb is currently sleeping in my bed as Depa is away,” Mace explained. “So please keep your voice down. I don’t want to wake him unnecessarily.”

The boy had already had a hellish enough month behind him, he needed all the rest he could get. Even though the war was officially over, enough planets refused to surrender, drawing out the battles until they had nothing but children left to sacrifice. It weighed on Mace’s shoulders, making him wonder whether he wasn’t too old to carry such burdens still.

Ahsoka nodded and followed Mace inside. He couldn’t recall whether Ahsoka had been in his room before, but from the way she eagerly looked around his quarters, taking in the sight of old instruments, books, and holos, he guessed she hadn’t. Well, at one point in their life, every Jedi had set a foot inside Mace’s quarters, so this was bound to happen sooner or later.

“Do you want a cup of tea?”

Ahsoka tore herself away from the sight and looked at him with surprise. “I—yes? That would be nice.”

“Then I will make a cup. Do you have any preferences? I believe I even have Obi-Wan’s favorite blend here.”

Mace had no idea whether he had bought it or if Obi-Wan had just left it here from himself when he came over. Knowing the other man, it was likely that the latter was the case. For a man claiming to be so very polite, Obi-Wan could be a right brat.

Mace’s kitchen was small, with only a few cabinets and one shelf, two cooking tiles, and an oven. He wasn’t much of a cook himself and preferred to eat in the cafeteria with everyone, frequently taste-tasting what the Initiates had prepared. He selected two uneven cups Depa had made for him when she’d been young from the shelf. Why she had decided to pick up pottery of all hobbies was beside him, but he supposed that she found the motion soothing. Devan did enjoy parkouring through the lower levels and Echuu was quite content playing the guitar to calm himself.

Perhaps Mace should focus less on why all three of his Padawans had decided they wouldn’t follow him into theatre so they could continue to make fun of him. Setting the water to boil, Mace searched through his cabinets until he found Obi-Wan’s favorite blend. The fruity tea was far from the blend he preferred, but Mace prided himself on being a good host. While he waited for the tea to finish steeping, Mace enjoyed the quiet of the night. For all that there were few sounds as dear to him as that of people walking, or in the case of some younglings and few selected Knights, running, down their large hallways, Mace could appreciate the quiet when the world came to rest.

With two finished cups in hand, he returned to the living room, where he found Ahsoka curled up on the sofa, no longer studying his quarters for any hidden secrets.

“Thank you,” she said when she accepted the cup from him. She held it in her hands as if to warm them, letting the steam hit her face. She breathed in once, twice, finding her rhythm again. Mace waited until she’d calmed enough to speak up.

“What brings you to my door, Padawan Tano?”

Ahsoka flinched and appeared to make herself even smaller as if attempting to vanish. When it became apparent that it didn’t work, that silence hadn’t been what she had sought him out for, she let out a sigh. “You keep calling that.”

“Calling you what?” Mace asked, his brow raised, playing oblivious.

“… Padawan.”

“Are you not? I was under the impression that you had returned to the Temple.”

“I did, but I still left,” Ahsoka replied. “I left and I was convinced that I had to leave and that it was good that I did. I still think I had to leave the Temple behind.”

“Then why are you torn?”

Ahsoka’s hold on her cup tightened and so, perhaps in wise anticipation, she set it on the table and buried her hands in her robes instead, hiding their twitching from view. Mace could trace all her mannerisms to her teachers and couldn’t imagine what it must be like to purposefully rip all those pieces from yourself when they had become so ingrained in your very being. Even Dooku, who’d fallen so far from their beliefs, had been unable to fully rid himself of Yoda’s lessons. Maybe it was for the best. Hope had become a scarce commodity during the war, yet Mace considered the possibility that in a decade, they wouldn’t be imprisoning a Sith anymore.

“But am I still a Padawan? A member of this Order?” Ahsoka asked. Her voice was barely above a whisper, and she shook like the leaves on the trees in the courtyard.

“Has your Master told you anything different?”

Ahsoka paused. “…. No.”

Seeing that realization was settling within her, Mace nodded. “Then you should not doubt him. You are a Jedi, Ahsoka Tano, and you will remain one as long as you live by our tenets.”

That teased a startled laugh from her. “Compassion for all except people who cheat at push-n-pull?”

As if transported back ten years, hearing Anakin say the same, Mace snorted. “The similarities between you and your Master astonish me every time. Yes, Padawan Tano, compassion for all.”

This seemed to calm the youth as she reached for her cup again and emptied it slowly. “It’s good.”

Mace smiled into his own cup. “I’d be insulted if it wasn’t. Obi-Wan forced me to memorize all the steps for making it.”

The then young Knight had been frazzled, and Mace honestly couldn’t tell what it had been about and had forced Mace to learn how to make this tea until he’d more or less collapsed on Mace’s sofa, completely knocked out until morning when Anakin had picked him up.

“He does do that,” Ahsoka agreed. “I think this is the only thing anyone can make reliably now.”

“Sleep-deprived much?” Mace inquired.

Ahsoka rolled her eyes. “Like you wouldn’t believe. I love Luke and Leia dearly, but they are demanding and need a lot of attention.”

That was honestly kinder than Mace would have described newborns at her age.

“There is a reason why we usually don’t have children this young in the Temple,” Mace said. “They are very handful. Do you get enlisted to help very often?”

Ahsoka shook her head. “No, Obi-Wan, Skyguy, and Padmé got it covered, and I’m mostly just helping out somewhere else.”

She trailed off a little. This, perhaps, was another issue, but one that could be equally easily dealt with.

“Thank you then for going where you are needed,” Mace told her.

Ahsoka blinked. “Huh?”

“You will grow into a specific role someday, Ahsoka, and that needs time. Do not feel as if you need to earn back your place in the Temple. You don’t need to earn yourself a home you have always had. For now, trust me when I say that everyone you’ve helped is glad that you were there. It is an admirable quality to have a sense of where you are needed. Do not see it as being the odd one out.”

This was the hardest lesson to teach and learn, the fact that there was a path out there for you, but that it took time to see where it would lead. Too many of their Padawans now felt utterly lost without the structure the war had provided them with.

“Oh. I guess if you say so.”

“Yes, I do say so,” Mace agreed. Then, eyeing Ahsoka’s empty cup, he added on, “do you want another?”

“No.” Ahsoka yawned. “I think I might best head back.”

“You can also sleep here if you want, and don’t mind Caleb hogging the blanket. I won’t go to bed tonight anyway.”

Ahsoka squinted at him as if attempting to discern whether he was lying. “Are you sure?”

“Yes.”

“Really—”

“Ahsoka, go to bed.”

Clearly feeling better already, she saluted and, after Mace showed her his bedroom, made herself comfortable in it. She took off her shoes and tossed her robe over a chair before climbing into the bed. Ahsoka had barely laid down when Caleb already turned around to curl around her, clinging like a little monkey. After a moment’s apprehension, she relaxed and was fast asleep. Stealing one last glance at the two Padawan, Mace returned to his living room, looking through the incoming reports.

Hectic as the aftermath of the war was, as much effort as caring for their children was, Mace wouldn’t trade it for a single thing in the world.

[book-place]

Not Alone

Warnings: mentions of death and abusive parents, let me know if I missed any :)

Pairings: Barry Allen x daughter reader, Iris West- Allen x daughter reader

Request: K so I’m actually binge watching the flash and I just thought about what if Barry had an adoptive daughter(a kid who was affected by the first particle accelerator and ended up getting speedster powers like Barry and the team didn’t find her till season 2) and in season 3 she’s fighting crime with Barry at that point(she has seen iris as her mother as well even before Barry and Iris got together, so when they marry the reader is ecstatic) so when season 4 comes around and around the episode where Barry has to go to jail for DeVoe murder. REQUEST: the reader had been acting out with attitude lately with everybody and slight aggression and the team can’t figure out why, but Iris catches on and tells Barry to talk to her and they have a heart felt moment with the reader crying and breaking down about losing one of the only parents that actually cared about her and then Iris comes in and they all sit and hug as a family. P.S:readers parents were abusive and didn’t care bout reader so when reader got her powers she ran away and stayed under the radar till team flash found her in season 2 and Barry took her in after he figured out she had no where to go and gained her trust which took a while) Sorry Ik this is long

Request by: @daughterofthequeen

*not my gif*

Summary: Recent events opened your eyes to just how quickly you could lose everything

A/N: I am so so sorry that this took me so long (this request has been in my drafts longer than any other one); And also sorry I changed the readers powers for the sake of the story; I thought I should also mention that I wrote this while wearing my star labs sweatshirt

Please don’t plagiarize my work, you may reblog if you like but I’m asking that you don’t steal my hard work

Weather and speed. Who knew that the two went together? That one without the other would be considered incomplete. And not just by themselves, but by the citizens of the city who had grown so used to seeing their two favorite superheroes together.

Barry had taken you in during his early days of being the quick hero for Central City when he found you, a young girl- no older than twelve- who had the power to control the weather after being affected by the particle accelerator explosion like so many others in his beloved city.

You had run away from home, much later confessing to Barry that it was because of your abusive parents, and how after everything happened to you, they only got worse and you just couldn’t take it anymore.

Though he was hesitant at first, you had finally convinced him to let you become a hero of your own, alongside him of course.

Although Barry had been the one to adopt you and quickly become the strong father figure you never had in your life, Iris also became like a mother to you, especially after her and your adopted father got married.

The three of you were a different than most, but happy family that would do anything for one another and loved each other dearly.

Recently though, things had been getting rocky. Sure, you were a teenager and it was expected for you to be moody, but this was different. You were constantly snapping at not just your parents, but Caitlin and Cisco as well. Not just that, but you were pushing all of them away and giving them the cold shoulder whenever one of them tried to confront you about it.

“Barry,” Iris spoke softly while they watched from afar as you leaned over a desk doing your homework in one of the Star Labs rooms, “You should try to talk to her.”

The man shook his head a little, “I tried already,” A frown pulled at the end of his lips, “She just keeps shutting me out.”

She sighed, casting a longing glance at you, “Please just try again… I’m really worried about her, Bar.”

He glanced into the eyes of his wife and immediately nodded his head before leaning down and planting a kiss on top of her hair and setting off into your direction.

“Hey, kid,” Barry greets, pulling up a chair and peering over your shoulder at your homework, “Whatcha working on?”

Your eyes flitted over to him, but instead of scowling like he expected, you just shrugged and grumbled, “History.”

He supposed it was a step in the right direction.

“Anything I can help with?”

There was slight hesitation behind your expression before you quickly shook your head and trained your eyes on your work once more.

With a sigh, your adopted father gently took the paper away from you, forcing you to look at him, “What’s wrong, Y/n?” He asked softly, “What’s been going on lately?”

There was a flash of something in your eyes, but it was gone too quickly, even for him, before he could analyze it.

“I don’t want to talk about it.” You spoke to him through gritted teeth as you used a bit of unnecessary strength to take the worksheet back.

From up above you, a small storm cloud began brewing, the only thing that Barry could use to access your emotions.

Over the years, he had learned to read what your emotions were through your weather. If you had a very strong emotion, you wouldn’t be able to control your abilities, and your thoughts would appear in the form of weather.

Like on Barry and Iris’s wedding day, the sun shined brighter that it ever had. Or on the day not too long ago, that Barry was sent to prison for DeVoes murder, a spontaneous hurricane had appeared in the city and ensued major damage.

The storm cloud that now sat above your head showed just not sadness, but fear as well.

“What’s wrong?” He repeated, tone never rising higher than it needed too.

A shaky sigh left your lips as you for the first time looked- really looked- at him.

Because of your past, it had never been easy for you to just come out and say whatever was on your mind, and Barry had learned to be patient with you.

“I don’t want to lose you.” You finally admitted with a broken whisper, eyes beginning to fill with tears as you quickly averted your gaze from him.

His heart was as broken as your voice as he looked at you with sad eyes, “Why would you lose me?” He asked.

For all the time you had been with him, you always knew the dangers of the job you both took upon yourselves. But while you were always scared for each other, this was different. He could tell.

“Because,” Your words came out harsher than you meant as a tear ran down your face, “I never realized how easy it was for you to be gone until you went to prison.”

If he wasn’t already speechless, he would be now.

“You were the first person to show me kindness,” You continued, squeezing your eyes shut as if to get rid of all your unshed tears, “You took me in, gave me a home, introduced me to more people who also showed me the same kindness. And I don’t know what I would do without you.” A small sob left your lips, “So I’ve been pushing you all away, because maybe if one of you got taken from me again, then maybe it wouldn’t hurt as much.”

It was silent for a moment, and by the time you finally had the courage to lift your head up to face him, Barry had already raised his arms and brought you into a tight hug.

This time, there was no hesitation in your movements as you wrapped your arms around his torso in return, burying your face in his chest.

He planted a kiss on top of your head before leaning his chin there, “I’m not going anywhere, n/n, I promise.”

Not even a moment later, another figure crouched down beside your chair and wrapped her own arms around you in comfort, her and her husband grasping hands in the middle.

“I love you, mom and dad.” You hiccuped slightly, not having the courage to look at them as you said it.

Both of them quickly snapped their heads up and stared at you. That was the first time you had ever called them that out loud.

“We love you too,” They both echoed back, hugging you tighter.

Chaotic Hero’s 🤍- @lovanitu @mukbee @i-writes-things

[heyiwrotesomethings]

A Compulsive Gambler?!

Yumeko Jabami x She/Her Reader

A/N: Could you imagine Yumeko dating someone and they have no idea she’s, ya know, a gambling freak? I bet she would have a hard time pulling back like, she’d still gamble with her SO but in a sneaky, more subdued way. Something like, ‘if you can guess what number I’m thinking of you can pick what we eat for dinner’, or something like that. Seems innocent enough but she just can’t help herself into turning some interactions into gambles. Anyway, hope y’all enjoy! Word Count: 5,170

For perhaps the first time since Mary met Yumeko, the girl was a nervous wreck. The usually carefree gambling addict was pacing around the near empty classroom while she twisted the ring on her thumb around and around again with no sign of stopping. Finally, Mary had had enough. If Suzui wasn’t going to be useful and ask what the hell was going on, she would do it herself.

“What the hell is your problem? Are you going through withdrawals or something?” Mary asked with an annoyed huff.

“Oh Mary-san!” Yumeko practically moaned, the back of her hand raised to her forehead with over dramatic flair, “I don’t know what to do!”

“About what?” Mary asked, accompanied with an annoyed eye roll.

“My girlfriend is coming to visit tomorrow and she’s going to be staying with me over the weekend!” Yumeko blushed cupping her hands over her face at the mere thought of it all. It just made Mary more annoyed.

“And? Am I supposed to feel sorry for you?”

“You have a girlfriend?” Ryota blinked, the poor boy seemed to always be falling behind.

“Yes, we’ve been together since our last year of middle school. We went to the same high school too until I transferred,” Yumeko gushed while she hugged herself, twisting and swaying slightly on her feet, “I love her so much! It’s been hard to be away from her all this time!”

Ryota scratched his cheek. “Then... why do you seem so uneasy?”

“Well that’s easy!” Yumeko cheered, a dazzling smile over her lips. A moment passed by and Yumeko appeared to pale considerably and a nervous sweat dotted her face, her body trembled and yet, the smile stayed in place. Mary and Ryota side eyed each other before staring back at Yumeko, waiting.

“She doesn’t know about my severe gambling addiction!” Yumeko finally disclosed.

“What?!” Mary and Ryota spoke in unison.

“Yes, it’s hard to believe isn’t it?” Yumeko sighed. “I’ve kept it hidden from her all this time because I feared what she would think of me if she found out. That, and I wouldn’t want her to get hurt from tagging along. I love that girl dearly and I can’t risk losing her.”

“How are you going to keep your secret, Yumeko?” Ryota’s worry for his friend was plain on his face.

“That’s where I’m hoping you two will come in!” Yumeko grasped a hand of Mary’s and Ryota’s in both of hers, a pleading pout on her face. “Help me keep her occupied and away from any mention of gambling!”

“Are you an idiot?” Mary scoffed, not waiting for an answer. “This school is all about gambling! Not to mention we’re in the midst of this insane election. You’d be better off just having her wait off of school grounds rather than parading her around for all your enemies to see.”

“Please Mary-san, it’s only for one day!” Yumeko cooed. She tried to wrap the blonde up in her arms, but Mary stood and held her away at arm’s length.

“I’m not gonna go out of my way for this fool’s errand. I’ve got to go meet with Ririka now. Figure it out yourself, but if you want my advice you should just come clean.” Mary said, giving Yumeko one last shove as she made her way out of the classroom.

“Oh yes, do you think Ririka-san would help? Maybe we could get Itsuki in on it as well!”

“You’re on your own!” Mary called from the hallway, making Yumeko whine.

“I’ll help you Yumeko.” Ryota predictably volunteered.

“Thank you, Ryota!” Yumeko bounced giddily, “Hopefully everything will run smoothly tomorrow if we play our cards right!”

***

“(Y/n)!” Yumeko jumped the girl as soon as she saw her approach the gates of the prestigious academy and showered her face with dozens of little kisses that made her girlfriend laugh and try to wiggle away from the continuous onslaught.

“Yumeko! I take it you missed me too then?” (Y/n) smiled, catching Yumeko’s face in her hands so she could land a few kisses of her own.

“Of course! You know it was one of the hardest decisions of my life to transfer here. I need to make up for lost time!” Yumeko grinned in return. She was about to steal another kiss when someone cleared their throat behind her.

“Oh, right!” Yumeko recalled, pulling (Y/n) to her side until they were near flush together. “Ryota, this is (L/n) (Y/n). (Y/n), this is Suzui Ryota, one of my friends!”

“Nice to meet you.” Ryota said. He was no stranger to feeling out of place, but after that intimate display he had never felt more awkward.

“Nice to meet you too, Suzui-san. I hope Yumeko hasn’t caused you too much trouble.” (Y/n) joked.

Thoughts of millions of yen in debt, gambling for nails, house pets, guns in a seedy basement, among other things, flashed almost violently in Ryota’s mind but he managed to keep a somewhat pleasant expression as he answered.

“Not at all! Yumeko’s a model student,” he lied.

“Oh god, I thought you’d be in the classroom by now. So much for a quiet morning.”

“Mary-san! Good morning!” Yumeko pivoted, still holding (Y/n) close, “Come meet my (Y/n)!”

“Hi. Saotome Mary. It’s a pleasure. Excuse us a second.” (Y/n) blinked and Mary was halfway through the courtyard before she noticed Yumeko being dragged along with her.

“Are you stupid?” Mary whispered harshly with no preamble once she found a secluded spot in the trees.

“Mary-san, what are we doing?” Yumeko asked, tilting her head like an inquisitive puppy would.

“How about what are you doing?” Mary hissed back. “The whole school must know you’re dating at this point!”

“Well that’s good isn’t it?”

“It’s the exact opposite of good! Do you have any idea how many people are gonna try to use her against you now? Use your head a little!”

“I thought you said you weren’t going to help me, Mary-san.” Yumeko giggled, “but you really do care about my happiness, don’t you?”

“Shut up!” Mary blushed, pushing Yumeko away before she could hug her. “I just don’t want some innocent girl to get caught up in this crazy school. Just be more discreet from now on. She already sticks out like a sore thumb without the Hyakkaou uniform.”

“I’ll do my best Mary-san!” Yumeko clapped. “It’ll be hard though since she’s just so kissable.”

“I didn’t ask.”

When they got back to the gate, they only saw Suzui looking around desperately while sweating bullets. When he finally saw Mary and Yumeko walking towards him, he ran up to them, breathing heavily.

“Ryota? Where did (Y/n) go?” Yumeko smiled.

“Iki... Ikishima’s girls took her! Tried to.. stop them but—“ Ryota panted and wheezed, stopping the retelling of his account once Yumeko rose her hand to his lips, directing him to silence.

“See? What did I tell you?” Mary groused. “And Ikishima of all people...” Mary shut her mouth tightly upon seeing the look on Yumeko’s face. The pure disgust and hatred that rolled off of her made Mary’s skin crawl.

“Ryota, Mary,” Yumeko eerily called, “it’s time for me to get my (Y/n) back from her visit to the trash heap. You’ll accompany me won’t you?”

It went without saying that Mary and Ryota followed after their friend. Whether out of fear or support, it could have gone either way. Even Mary thought it wise not to berate the usually carefree girl with ‘I told you so’s’ in this state.

They hurried to the bowels of the school and pushed through the beautification committee members. The members didn’t retaliate, one look at Yumeko’s face was enough to make them part their ranks like Moses and the sea. Yumeko approached the big metal door and knocked three times, loud metal echoes rung out over the hum of generators and fluorescent lights.

A wild laugh sounded upon the knocks. An eager cry of, ‘she’s here!’ could clearly be heard from inside as quick steps over linoleum could be heard tapping in rapid succession towards the door before it was wrenched open with a heinous squeak from its hinges that nearly matched pitch with Midari’s own delighted squeal upon being face to face with Yumeko.

“Yu-me-ko!” Midari sang, “so glad you could join us!”

Yumeko breezed past Midari without so much as a glance and went straight for (Y/n) who was tied to a chair in the middle of the room like some crime movie.

“Oh my (Y/n), are you alright?” Yumeko cooed, freeing (Y/n) from the gag and turning her face in her hands to look her over.

“I think so,” (Y/n) shivered, “just what kind of school do you go to where people are kidnapped at gunpoint?!”

The thought of Ikishima pressing that dirty gun against (Y/n)’s head made Yumeko want to curb stomp Ikishima’s head into a fine paste, but the deranged girl would have just loved that, wouldn’t she? Instead she worked on untying the ropes from (Y/n)’s middle, comforting her girlfriend along the way.

“It’s alright my love! The beautification committee is just really serious about following the dress code. They won’t bother you anymore.”

“Yumeko,” Midari moaned from behind her, “I brought her her so you would gah—!”

Mary slapped the girl hard over the back of her head and gave her a warning look. Midari shut up more out of the delight of being hit more than anything else.

“...’Gah’?” (Y/n) flicked her eyes over everyone in the room, trying to get some kind of explanation for what the hell was going on.

“‘Gah?’” Yumeko repeated right back with a smile. “Whatever does that mean, my dear?”

“I don’t know, the girl with the eye patch said it.” (Y/n) replied, finally loose from her bindings, she rubbed her hands over her arms where the scratchy rope had dug in.

“Oh sweetheart, you must be seeing things. I see no such girl here.” Yumeko said, causing a whimper to fall from Midari’s lips. “Let’s get to my class now, shall we?”

“Anywhere is better than here.” (Y/n) sighed, choosing not to question Yumeko about the girl who had taken her. She clearly didn’t like her and after being dragged here against her will, (Y/n) couldn’t say she enjoyed the crazed girl’s company either.

“That’s my girl,” Yumeko cooed, pulling (Y/n) tightly against her side. They walked past Midari as she blubbered and crawled over the floor towards Yumeko only to have the metal door slammed in her face.

“Come on, we’re already late!” Mary griped. “Some of us have scholarships to keep!”

“I just can’t wait to be sitting in a classroom with my (Y/n) again,” Yumeko sighed dreamily, “it will be just like old times!”

“Yeah.” (Y/n) smiled though she was still coming to terms with being held at gunpoint for wearing the wrong uniform. Yumeko hadn’t even seemed to be phased by it. Like it was something that was part of the school policy. We’re all rich people schools like this? Whatever, (Y/n) wasn’t going to let this one setback, no matter how momentarily terrifying, ruin her weekend with Yumeko.

Before they could make it to their classroom, the were jumped by another second year student with literal stars in her eyes as she grabbed Yumeko’s hands.

“Yumeko, I’m so glad I caught you!” She cheered.

“Oh hello Yumemi, what are you doing outside our classroom?” Yumeko asked.

“Waiting for you! It’s been so long since the Dreaming Creaming Sisters have performed and I need you to pretty please join me for a concert!” Yumemi sparkled.

“Dream—“ (Y/n) tried to muffle her inelegant snort with her hand but the action immediately drew in Yumemi’s attention, the idol’s face darkened slightly.

“Oh? What’s so funny stranger?” Yumemi asked with faux sweetness.

“I, um, sorry. It’s just uh, a unique group name you’ve got there.” (Y/n) answered sheepishly.

“Well, I’d like to see you come up with a better rhyme for dreaming!”

“Scheming, beaming, redeeming... meme-ing.” (Y/n) listed the first words that came to her head, making Yumemi’s smile tighten further with every suggestion.

“Who’s your friend, Yumeko?” The idol asked, fake interest rolling off her tongue.

“This is my girlfriend (Y/n)!” Yumeko said with pride. “Isn’t she just so cute and smart?”

‘Smart ass maybe.’ Yumemi thought to herself.

“Anyway, I’m sorry but I can’t perform with you right now. I’ve got class and I don’t want to leave (Y/n) alone.” Yumeko explained, hugging the girl for emphasis.

“I didn’t know you were part of an idol group now, Yumeko.” (Y/n) said as Yumeko guided her towards the doorway.

“It’s just a side hobby really.”

Before they could enter Yumemi pulled (Y/n) out of Yumeko’s hold, hugging her from behind, her starry eyes dancing with mischief.

“You’ve never seen Yumeko preform then, have you (Y/n)-san?” Yumemi asked, still hugging the other girl close as she weaved her trap.

“Yumeko has sang to me before, so I know she can sing very well.” (Y/n) admitted bashfully. “I’ve never seen her act as a full blown idol before though.”

“Isn’t that something you’d like to see? We could have it all set up in a matter of minutes, wouldn’t that be great?” Yumemi coaxed.

“I wouldn’t want Yumeko to do something she doesn’t want to do. Besides, her class is starting soon.” (Y/n) said.

“I didn’t hear a no.” Yumemi sing-songed while (Y/n)’s face buzzed with heat.

“If you’d like to see then I don’t really mind, (Y/n).” Yumeko grinned, pulling her away from Yumemi, “I like the idea of singing directly to you in a sea of people. They’ll all know exactly how much you mean to me.”

“Yumeko..” (Y/n) hid her face in the giggling gambling addict’s chest.

“Oh for the love of— are we going to class or not?” Mary yelled impatiently.

“I’m afraid I have a concert to prepare for Mary-san. Will you come watch with (Y/n)?” Yumeko asked.

“Fine whatever.” Mary bristled.

They all made to leave when Mary halted Ryota with a hand to his chest.

“Wh- what?” He asked, jumpily.

“You are going to stay here and take notes. They better be good ones too.” Mary threatened.

“But—“

“Notes, Suzui.” Mary commanded. The poor boy gave a resigned nod and with drooping shoulders he sulked into the classroom.

***

While Yumeko and Yumemi prepared backstage, Mary and (Y/n) found their seats and made light conversation as more bodies filed into the seats around them. Despite dating Yumeko, Mary found that (Y/n) seemed to have a good head on her shoulders.

“Saotome-san, what is that boy taking bets for?” (Y/n) asked.

“It’s just some weird niche idol thing Yumemite does. Don’t worry about it.” Mary dismissed, though inside she was worried this would become a bigger gamble that she couldn’t possibly cover up.

“This rich people school is so weird.” (Y/n) commented offhandedly.

“Tell me about it.” Mary agreed.

The house lights dimmed and the stage was set aglow. Upbeat music began to play and the crowd around them cheered as Yumeko and Yumemi entered the stage.

They sang their opening song and (Y/n) watched with delight, her heart beating faster every time Yumeko would meet her eyes throw a flirtatious wink or smile her way. (Y/n) would wave the red glow stick she was given in return.

“Now it’s time for the event you’ve all been waiting for!” Yumemi yelled over the crowd, causing them to cheer again. “The rematch of the century!”

“Rematch? What is she talking about Saotome-san?” (Y/n) asked.

“Ah, there just seeing who can do best in various idol based competitions.” Mary responded, truly hoping that that would be it, but Yumemite wasn’t done talking just yet.

“Before you all got here, one lucky seat was chosen for the spotlight! Let’s see who it is, shall we?”

Yumemi swept her hand across the packed auditorium and one light after the other blinked across the sea of bodies while the audience cheered. A bright light shone on (Y/n) and she blinked at the sudden brightness, surprised when the light didn’t immediately flicker back off.

“And there we have it! Our visiting guest from another school, how lucky you are!” Yumemi said with mock surprise as if she hadn’t had the thing rigged from the get go.

“You’ve won the opportunity to go on a date with one of us, the Dreaming Creaming Sisters! How will it be determined who you go out with? Well, it all depends on which one of us wins this gamb—“

“Game!” Yumeko hurriedly interjected, a faint gleam of sweat streaked down her cheek.

“Well, yes, I suppose ‘game’ is also accurate.” Yumemi cocked her head at the strange outburst. Yumemi didn’t really care what Yumeko called the gamble, she just had to win it. What better way to get back at the girl than to steal her girlfriend away for a night.

“The rules to this game are simple Yumeko-chan! There will be three rounds: perfect pitch, name the tune, and choreography memory match. Win two out of three, and you’ll get to go out with our lucky chair holder! Lose, and you’ll be paying for mine and (Y/n)’s night out. I’ll warn you, I’m not cheap!” Yumemi said with a showy laugh.

“But, I’m already dating Yumeko,” (Y/n) frowned, “I can’t go on a date with someone else!”

“Just hope Yumeko wins then.” Mary sighed. At least Yumemi’s way of gambling wasn’t too obvious. Her gambles were big and grand, but to an outsider they weren’t immediately discernible as anything but stage entertainment.

“Let’s make this quick, Yumemi-chan!” Yumeko smiled, hoping she could keep her desire to up the stakes in check.

Yumeko won perfect pitch, matching nearly every note with perfect accuracy. Yumemi won name the tune as many of the songs were conveniently of a western selection. Last was the choreography memory game and (Y/n) was nervous.

(Y/n) knew that Yumeko had a splendid memory, but the girl also detested demanding physical excursions such as this. She was probably already tired from dancing at the start of the show. To (Y/n), it was not looking to good for her girlfriend.

But to (Y/n)’s surprise, Yumeko followed the impromptu routine like a champ. Yumeko refused to let Yumemi outdo her, all for the sake of keeping (Y/n) close.

“She’s going to be so sore after this.” (Y/n) marveled. “You know I used to have to threaten her to make her go to gym class?”

“You could actually make her go to gym class?” Mary rose a brow, impressed. She hadn’t seen Yumeko attend gym class since the first week of her transferring. While Mary was still a house pet, she took great pleasure in watching Yumeko suffer through that class period.

Minutes went by and the two girls each adorned a a sleek sheen of sweat as they continued to dance, matching each other step for step. The fans were going wild at the display, waiting to see how would win the dance battle of a lifetime.

Then it happened in a flash. Yumemi, in her desire to get back at Yumeko for their last gamble against Natari Kawaru, tried to add a very complex step in her next turn and fell to the stage which led to her loss.

“Jabami Yumeko wins!” The MC announced.

Saori appeared from behind stage to help Yumemi back to her feet. Though pissed and embarrassed, Yumemi hid her feelings well and congratulated Yumeko on her win.

They closed off the concert with one final song and then the event was over.

“Have a nice dinner on me!” Yumemi sparkled, shaking (Y/n)’s hand after the show before walking back to her dressing room with Saori in tow. The poor manager was sure to get an earful from the idol once they were away from polite company.

Yumeko practically collapsed in (Y/n)’s arms.

“(Y/n), I’m so tired! Carry me!” Yumeko whined.

“After all that hard work you did? Happily.” (Y/n) hoisted Yumeko onto her back and the sweaty girl squeaked joyfully, wrapping her arms around (Y/n)’s neck.

The trio talked about the show as they walked (or in Yumeko’s case, carried) through the halls, slowly making their way back to the classroom for the next class period. Mary paused in her next comment as loud, purposeful steps were quickly catching up to them.

“Jabami Yumeko!” A voice filled with contempt called from behind them.

“Oh, Sayaka! How good to see you!” Yumeko smiled, sliding off of (Y/n)’s back to try to greet the secretary with a hug.

Sayaka dodged the attempt on her life, zapping her taser in warning as she glared at the demon before her. (Y/n) wondered if all the students were allowed to carry such dangerous items at school.

“You are in violation of school rules!” Sayaka sternly informed. “You did not fill out the proper paperwork to bring an outsider into Hyakkaou.”

“Really Yumeko,” Mary scoffed, “those are like, the easiest papers to fill out.”

“I’m sorry Sayaka, it must have slipped my mind.” Yumeko apologized.

“Your apologies mean nothing to me. Escort the girl out now.” Sayaka clipped.

“All I want is to spend time with my girlfriend. Surely you could make an exception just this once, Sayaka, friend?” Yumeko pleaded.

“Don’t refer to me as your friend,” Sayaka’s jaw clenched, “better yet, don’t refer to me ever.” Then Sayaka’s expression switched from hostile to something akin to a hopeful curiousness. “Did you say girlfriend? Like dating... monogamously perhaps? As in, you aren’t looking to be dating someone else right now? You want to spend more time with her than anyone else?”

“Yes!” Yumeko nodded, smiling obliviously.

Sayaka turned her attention to (Y/n), walking up to the other girl and grasping (Y/n)’s hands tightly in hers.

“Never break up with her,” Sayaka said, the closeness of her face scaring (Y/n) slightly, “please.”

“I um, wasn’t planning on it.” (Y/n) stuttered in reply.

“My, what do we have going on here?” A silky voice called from behind the group. Sayaka gasped and removed her hands from (Y/n) as if they had burned her.

“President! Vice president! What are you doing here?” The secretary asked.

“I’ve been hearing rumors of Yumeko stirring up my aquarium with a new fish.” Kirari’s lips curled in an interested smile as she eyed the unfamiliar girl. “This must be the one, hm?”

“This is (L/n) (Y/n), my girlfriend. She’s visiting me over the long weekend and I wanted to show her around the school to maximize our time together. Unfortunately I didn’t fill out the proper forms, you’ll allow it won’t you president? Please?” Yumeko explained with a cute pout that made Sayaka livid.

“Of course.” Kirari easily complied, tapping a blue nail against her smiling, equally blue lips. “She’ll just have to gamble with me first.”

Oh no. She said it.

“Gamble?” (Y/n) looked at the president questioningly while Yumeko and Mary hosted a silent eye battle between themselves to figure out how to deescalate the situation.

“Yes, dating Yumeko, I can imagine you must be amazing at it to catch her eye,” Kirari produced a pack of cards from her blazer, “any preferences?”

“I’m not much of a gambler, neither is Yumeko. I’m not quite sure I understand.” (Y/n) answered.

“Not much of a gambler, Yumeko?” Kirari’s lips rose into a highly amused smile.

“What she means to say is that I’ve dabbled in some friendly school gambles while I’ve been here. It’s kind of a tradition at this school, (Y/n). All in good fun.” Yumeko laughed.

“Yes, try telling that to the house pets.” Kirari mused.

“Could you just, shut up for like, five minutes?” Mary seethed, turning to the masked girl standing silently at Kirari’s left, “I thought I told you to keep your sister occupied today so this exact thing wouldn’t happen.”

Ririka shyly removed her mask, looking contrite. “I tried but she wanted to know what Igarashi-san was doing.”

“Could someone please explain to me what is going on here?” (Y/n) asked holding her hands out expectantly as she looked over each face in the little group they had formed in the middle of the hall.

“How about this,” Kirari circled the girl, “you beat me in a gamble and I’ll tell you whatever you want to know.”

“And if I lose?” (Y/n) questioned.

“No penalty. This is highly entertaining for me as it stands. I just want to know if I can see what Yumeko sees in you.”

“Then I guess I don’t see the harm in it.”

“Excellent. Let’s take this party to the student council room shall we?”

Yumeko nervously twirled her ring as she watched (Y/n) sit across from the president. Kirari had all sorts of gambling dirt of her, as much as she loved (Y/n), she hoped the girl would lose this one.

“Blackjack?” Kirari asked as she shuffled the deck.

“I don’t know how to play that actually.” (Y/n) said.

“That’s fine. Texas Hold ‘Em?”

“No, sorry.”

“How about gin rummy?”

“Haven’t heard of it.”

“Thirty-one?”

“Nope.”

“Ten card no peek baseball?”

“Is that a real thing?”

“What card game do you know?” Kirari tried instead.

“...Go Fish?” (Y/n) replied.

“A woman after my own heart.” Kirari said, causing Sayaka to pout severely.

Kirari dealt the cards, spreading the remaining deck face down between them and the game was set. The pairs flowed evenly for the first couple minutes until (Y/n) had to go fish and Kirari obtained a small lead on her. (Y/n) just as quickly turned the tides a few turns later with a good guessing streak that landed her five more pairs.

The casual luck and easy going attitude (Y/n) presented while gambling with the president made Yumeko even more attracted to her girlfriend by the second, but still she hoped Kirari would turn it back around somehow.

It appeared luck wasn’t on Yumeko’s side however, as (Y/n) won the game with three more pairs then Kirari. The president smiled, mildly impressed by the outsider’s victory.

“Well then, what questions do you have for me?” She asked, shifting in her seat to cross her legs the other way.

“So this is some crazy gambling school, right?” (Y/n) asked with no preamble, not pulling any punches.

“Crazy would be subjective, but gambling is as important in this school as breathing. I’ve made sure of that.” Kirari answered.

“And Yumeko gambles.” (Y/n) said, mostly looking for acknowledgement that clarified the validity of the statement.

“Yes, one of the best in the school.” Kirari praised.

“It’s not dangerous though, right? She hasn’t done anything too drastic?”

Yumeko bowed her head, twisting her ring with a bit more force. A blush coated her skin as her heartbeat pounded in her chest. This was like a gamble in itself and oh, how intense it felt!

“Mm, hard to say.” Kirari shrugged, “I feel as though our definitions of these terms may differ.”

(Y/n) turned to face Yumeko who looked every bit the part of a scolded puppy. She didn’t need to ask any more questions. Not for Kirari to answer anyway.

“Yumeko, just what have you been up to?” (Y/n) asked, covering Yumeko’s hands to cease their twisting.

“(Y/n), I’ve been hiding something from you.” She sniffled, “I’ve been hiding it from you for a long time!”

“What is it?” (Y/n) asked gently, patting the girl’s silky hair.

“I’m, I’m a compulsive gambler!”

“Really?” (Y/n) was stunned.

“Yes, it’s true. I’ve had so many gambles I know you wouldn’t approve of.” Yumeko blinked her tears away as she allowed the truth to be out in the open. “I’ve gambled myself into millions worth of debt just so I could gamble even more, I’ve bet my finger nails, I’ve played Russian Roulette, I’ve bet my free will against become a pop idol and never being able to date again... I’m sorry you had to find it all out like this.”

“Yumeko...” (Y/n) was speechless, she didn’t know what to make of all this. Her sweet, adorable girlfriend had an intense gambling addiction that made her put herself in harm’s way on the daily?

“Please don’t break up, please don’t break up, please don’t...” Sayaka mumbled quietly to herself, rolling something that looked suspiciously like prayer beads in her hands. All the poor secretary wanted was for the snake to have a keeper that would pull her attention away from her president, was that so much to ask for?

(Y/n) sighed through her nose and pinched Yumeko’s arm harshly.

“Ow!” Yumeko whined.

“That’s for keeping secrets.” (Y/n) huffed, pinching Yumeko’s other arm, “that’s for putting yourself in dangerous situations. And this,”

Yumeko closed her eyes, waiting for another stinging pinch. Instead, she received a sweet kiss on her cheek.

“This is an apology for making you feel like you had to hide from me. I love you.”

“I love you too!” Yumeko sniffled, knocking her head into (Y/n)’s chest as she hugged her tightly.

“This doesn’t mean you’re getting a free pass anymore though, no more life changing gambles!”

“...how about three a week.” Yumeko asked shyly.

“Once a month max. You’ll kill me, my heart won’t be able to take the stress.”

“This day has been exhausting.” Mary groaned. “I thought I wasn’t going to let myself be dragged into this idiotic mess.”

“You’re a true friend, Mary-san!” Yumeko clapped.

“Ugh,” Mary ignored her, “come on Ririka, we’re running late for our next election gamble.

Ririka hurried over to the blonde and they exited the room together. (Y/n) and Yumeko followed after giving a cheery goodbye to the amused president and her disgruntled secretary.

“Lessons are over for the day,” Yumeko grinned, hugging (Y/n)’a arm as they walked towards the front gates of the school. “I bet you’re hungry, we didn’t even have time for lunch.”

“Food sounds awesome right now. Any suggestions?”

“I know a few places that might be good. We can go over them while we get ready in my apartment.”

“Sounds great.”

“Don’t let money discourage your final decision. Remember that Yumemi has graciously agreed to pay for our date tonight!”

“Oh yes, how could I forget my almost date with a pop star. How are your legs feeling by the way?”

“They’re so sore (Y/n)! Every step hurts!” Yumeko whined.

“Alright,” (Y/n) bent forward, “up, up.”

“Yay!” Yumeko cheered hopping onto (Y/n)’s back.

Yumeko refused to get off of (Y/n)’s back until they got home... which made taking the bus a little awkward.

~~~

Bonus Scene

Ryota sat stalk still in his desk, watching the hours tick by in the darkened classroom only lit by the soft light from the street lamps outside. He looked down at his notebook, filled with notes, two identical hand written copies for Mary and Yumeko. He looked back at the door, waiting for it to slide open.

“Yumeko, Mary-san,” Ryota weakly called, “please come back soon, I’m so hungry.”

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To be a human - Scaramouche x reader - Part 2

You knew committing to a relationship with Scaramouche would be no easy task but you loved him dearly and unlike others, you believed he wasn't evil. But as a mortal and the devoted protector of your village you were too much of a good person, too much of a human compared to him and your differences slowly start to show.

Previous: Part 1 Next: Part 3

Warnings: mentions of violence

Length: ~1000 words

As soon as the child disappeared into the forest, Scaramouche turned to you with an annoyed look on his face.

'Who was this brat?'

'Her name is Yu.' You answered calmly. 'She's a really sweet child and...'

'I couldn't care less about that' he interrupted you in the classis way of his which didn't surprise you any more but it sure made you sigh. 'Why are you associating with people like her?'

You rose your brows at him. You looked like you were bored and amused by his words at the same time.

'That's my job, remember? I'm a protector. And I also do love these people from the bottom of my heart.'

'Whatever' he snorted. 'I could never understand why you chose to become a slave of these absolute nobodies... Only if you joined the fatui.'

Icy silence followed his words as you stared at him. He has mentioned his crazy idea of his before but you never really took it seriously.

'You're joking, right?'

He shrugged and turned his face away but you stared at him until he was forced to lock eyes with you again. A defiant look sat in his gaze.

'Let's go back' you finally broke the uncomfortable silence. 'I do not wish to continue the walk with you until you leave this horrendous mood.'

Without further ado, you turned back to where you've come from and started walking towards Qingce with definite steps.

Scaramouche caught up to you but he said nothing as you two were walking on the same path.

It was obvious that something put him in a bad mood that day. You just couldn't get your head around what.

Maybe on of his coworkers riled him up. Or a servant didn't follow his orders properly. Maybe he just got some ridiculing looks for his hat - he sure hated that.

All of those were possible situations but it just didn't feel right somehow. Scaramouche could be really stubborn and stupid, but he wouldn't be so stupid to ruin your precious day together because of some irrelevant events.

Could it be... that he really wanted you to join the fatui?

You took a quick glance of him. He was walking next to you with his chin straight up, still visibly angry.

It was no secret that he hated your job. But the question was, did he hate your job because he thought it was unnecessary or because he too wanted to be with you more?

It's not the same, you decided.

But you also knew that the only way you could find his true reasons out, is if you ask him. He would've never admitted something like that unless you actually forced it out of him.

So you threw away your pride and cleared your throat to get his attention.

He looked at you - and you swore that he seemed relieved for a distant moment. Maybe because he could've never ignored that stupid pride of his - even though he longed to talk to you as well - so it made everything easier that you took the first step.

But before actual words could've left your lips, a scream cut into your thoughts.

You froze as if someone would've applied cryo on your hydro. But even before Scaramouche could've reacted, even before the scream could've stopped, you moved.

You started running towards the source of the desperate sound as fast as if you had the winds backing you up.

Because you immediately recognised the voice.

It belonged to one of your people. The people you once swore to protect by all means.

The trees and fields all blurred into a quick flash in your eyes. It felt like your feet didn't even touch the ground, almost like you were flying.

And in the next moment, you stood in between a woman from Qingce and three fatui agents.

'What is happening here?' You asked as sharply as the edge of your polearm in your hand. You rose your other arm to form a shield for the woman behind you, who was kneeling on the ground, shaking and nearly in tears behind her own house's gates.

'They... they tried to take food stored in my garden... and when I didn't let them... they just pushed me away and...'

'I see' you cut her off. Your eyes narrowed as you looked at the agents. They all stood there with their weapons out, looking at you like they would happily end you in an instant.

You felt Scaramouche's presence as well but you didn't turn around to acknowledge it.

'Is that true?' You asked loudly, still, to make sure that the harbinger hears and sees everything that was going on.

A tall, burly man smirked at you.

'Yes, why? We just wanted to ease our hunger after guarding the village all day long. I believed Liuye people were welcoming but it seems like the rumos were wrong. They are so greedy, they don't even want to provide us with food.'

'Asking for something and taking it away are two very different things.' You hissed. 'I don't know what's going on in Sheznaya but stealing will not be tolerated in my village!'

Your furious outburst was powerful indeed but the agents weren't even looking at you, they were looking at Scaramouche behind you. You couldn't see what he gestured towards them but all of a sudden they moved.

The fatui agents turned their backs to you and started walking away.

'Hey!' You yelled after them. 'Do you really think you can get away with this without apologising to...'

'No, please!' The woman kneeling behind you grabbed your coat and pulled you back. 'You've already done enough! Thank you for saving me but... please don't anger the fatui!'

You knew she was right. Even though you belonged to one of their harbinger, your life didn't mean much in their eyes, not to mention the people's in the village.

It was better to stay silent.

Your grip tightened on the polearm. Then you lowered your arms, letting the weapon fall back down to your side.

You turned back and helped the woman up from the ground. From the corners of your eyes, you could see other locals slowly gathering getting out of their houses. It seemed like everyone thought hiding from the fatui was a better idea.

There was a shadow among the trees but once again, you didn't acknowledge it. Without calling his name out or even looking at Scaramouche, you left the garden of the one you protected and started walking towards your own house.