#sorry just writing down whatever comes to mind about him and not really organizing it

[creaturefeaster]

hey uhmhmgmdmn

asking for a friend, a chum, a pal

but can we hear more about fernando? quite possibly??….

Oh yeah!

He's shares a lot in common with Hannah; He's super laid back, easy-going, tech savvy and has a good heart. While Hannah specializes in engineering and machinery, his niche is a little more into coding, programming, and energy magicks, which go hand in hand with a lot of the robots and other devices Hannah builds.

He's often part of a stoner-type group-- which includes Cassidy!-- with which he loves road tripping, camping, hiking, and generally exploring the unseen. He and Han like road tripping together, but he's definitely the more outdoorsy of the two.

Despite having a fine home back in his home town, and a new place shared with Hannah, a lot of his time is spent living in his van. The one that Hannah has for a lot of the story. He considers that van his true home.

He is a born werecat on his mother's side, and unlike many he has a very good handle on the affliction. Honestly, he's probably even more chill as a cat than not. Catch him and his kitty crew basking in the sun high as balls on. catnip.

Really he's just a chill and friendly dude, he's a good source of wisdom and knows a lot of general survival skills... it's a shame the main crew doesn't meet him until much later, way after they've been struggling to make do in their new world u_u. He'd have been a big help!

[causenessus]

Hi! Congratulations on your 1K, you really deserve it! I've just seen your post about your event and was thinking of sending something. Could you write ⭐️ with Sakusa where the reader is his roommate and suffer from insomnia ? And could the reader be personality-wise like Sakusa, but the two are already close friends or whatever you want them to be ? This is maybe silly lol, anyway thank you for this event it’s really cool!

can't sleep? | sakusa k.

sakusa x f!reader

written in second person

one word prompt from 1k followers event: ⭐ -> insomnia

"maybe i'll just place my hands over you and close my eyes real tight. there's a light in your eyes and you know <3" from look on down from the bridge by mazzy star

word count: 2.8k words

anon. thank u for this. u have fed all the omi girlies well tonight <3 thank you so much for requesting and i hope you enjoy this fic!!!

notes: lots of fluff <3 THEY ARE STRETCHING!!! JUST STRETCHING TOGETHER i stress this bc i couldn't take myself seriously and even y/n has a moment of "should i ask what we are after this?" but they're just stretching okay. also i frequented this list of stretches and literally followed its order so in case you want to know what stretch they're doing LMAO THIS SOUNDS SO WEIRD I'M SORRY 😭 i attempted to proofread this!!! but i'm sorry for any typos </3

THANK YOU TO @nectardaddy FOR HELPING ME DECIDE ON A COLOR AND MAKING ME VERY EXCITED TO WRITE THIS!! I HOPE YOU ALSO ENJOY IT <3

kiyoomi likes his routines. he likes to be home by a certain time, eat dinner at a certain time, make sure the dishes are washed, and then he likes to retire to bed by a certain time. when he decided to find a roommate in order to split costs, he had been slightly worried that his routines would be ruined, but the universe had worked in his favor.

you had been his first option. he hadn’t even tried to send out messages to anyone else "just in case you declined his offer," he had just simply hoped you would say yes. you were quite frankly everything he could hope for as a roommate; he had known from the times you'd hung out throughout your years in high school that you liked things to be clean similar to him, and trying to find a time for you both to meet up throughout college meant he knew that your current schedules would line up nicely.

and luckily you had agreed enthusiastically, excited to move in with one of your closest friends. it eased your mind to know he would also be organized and keep to himself, which was not something you could say if you had moved in with someone like atsumu (would only become a reality if you had no other option) or osamu (you would consider it, after a lot of convincing and compromising).

and kiyoomi had been right. the decision to room had worked out perfectly in nearly every way. you always got home before him and would make your own dinner and take care of your dishes, leaving the place empty and spotless for him by the time he returned. sometimes, you even left notes for him, saying you had leftovers that he was free to eat if he wanted. 

and it wasn’t that he didn’t want to see you. you were good friends, after all, and one of the few people he found he could always tolerate even when a day had stressed him out. but you both had agreed that you liked having time in the kitchen to yourself rather than two of you trying to be in there at the same time. it wasn’t anything personal; you were both independent people who valued their alone time. and when he saw you around the apartment, he never failed to talk to you, even if it was just a small nod of acknowledgment. you always had a calm and collected kind of demeanor, which he reasoned he liked because it was similar to him, in contrast to the men who had too much energy for their own good that he was surrounded by every day.

your similar attitudes had also led to a lot of shared nights together. sometimes on the nights when you stayed a little bit later at work or school, he would come home and you’d still be eating at the counter, zoned out on your phone, not even noticing him until he placed his bag on the table.

“oh, sorry, omi. welcome back, i can leave–”

“no, you’re fine. stay there,” he��d cut you off.

he’d navigate around the kitchen, gathering what he needed while you continued eating your own meal. sometimes things were peacefully silent between you both as you resumed scrolling on your phone; you were just two roommates in their kitchen, illuminated by the warm light of a hanging lamp overhead. other times you asked him how his day was, and you would both chat while he made his own dinner, and if his day was bad, sometimes you invited him to watch a movie with you.

that was something that had confused him. he always was preparing himself to say no, that he was tired, or that he just wanted to be in bed in an hour, but instead he often found himself agreeing to the proposal. he realized after a bit of thought that it was because he liked being around you. he was willing to amend his routines to include you in them.

a friend had once warned him that he could never really know someone until he lived with them. and he had found that with you, he only liked you more once he started rooming with you. he liked how responsible and respectful you were with everything you did, aware of your surroundings and the space you shared with him. he found that he looked forward to seeing you every day, and when your door was shut, sometimes he felt conflicted. like he wanted to see you, but he didn't have the right to invade your space so instead, he was stuck alone in his own room, with you across the hall.

the only problem between you both (although he hated to call it that) was how late you stayed up. but even then, you tried to be careful about how loud you were, stepping quietly over the aged floorboards and using minimal lighting to navigate your way through the apartment. 

he wasn’t going to call you out for it. it was only a mild inconvenience, and he knew you couldn’t really help it. you had warned him before you moved in that sometimes you got restless at night, unable to sleep no matter how badly you wanted to.

he didn’t mind, he told you, and you had signed the lease. and truthfully, he didn't. but recently, your sleepless nights had become more frequent. for him, he rarely struggled with the problem. he could easily pass out on his bed at any time of the day. but sometimes he would wake up to your footsteps through the thin walls.

part of him worried for you, thinking to himself that this was what, the eighth day in a row he had woken up to you wandering around? while another part of him (a very cranky one) really wanted you to go to bed (for your sake and his own).

he stepped out of his room, blinking rapidly as he tried to adjust to the lighting of the living room lamp that was on. it wasn’t as bright as if you had turned on the overhead lights, but he’d just come from his pitch-black room.

you were curled up on the couch, knees pulled to your chest and biting the side of your thumb, still unable to get rid of how antsy you felt despite getting up from your bed. you looked up at him as he stepped into the room, the light of the screen reflecting against the side of your face, “oh god, omi. i’m sorry. i didn’t mean to wake you.”

the moment he sees the bags under your own eyes, any hint of irritation he felt about being woken up immediately fades. “it’s fine,” he says, coming to sit with you on the edge of the couch, “can you not sleep?”

you exhale a long breath through your nose at the question, “no. it’s been bad lately. i can’t fall asleep or i wake up a few hours later just feeling even more tired.”

“so you’re watching tv?” he says, raising his brows and looking at you. you purse your lips, pouting under his gaze, fidgeting with the sleeve of your shirt.

you give him a small nod, “yeah. i mean, i’m really tired but i can’t sleep so i came out here to watch something.”

“well screens aren’t going to help you fall asleep,” he chides and you sigh.

“i knew you were going to say that. but what else am i supposed to do?” you complain.

“have you tried stretching?” he suggests.

you look at him, brows raised in confusion, “no, why would i do that?”

he rolls his eyes at your sass but it can’t be helped. he really only knows about the benefits of stretching because they’ve been ingrained into his mind from years of volleyball, “it helps relax your body, especially when you're stiff or sore so that you can go to bed. it’s what i do when i can’t sleep.”

“oh,” you reply, playing with a stray string coming out of the couch.

it’s silent for a moment. “are you not gonna do it? are we just gonna sit here in silence?”

you look up at him in embarrassment, “well, i don’t know what stretches to do! you don’t have to stay up with me, omi. you can go back to sleep. i don’t want you to be tired tomorrow.”

he sighs, laying back and sinking into the couch, “i’m not sleeping until you do.”

“well then tell me what i should do,” you say, extending your legs in front of you, placing them firmly onto the ground so you’re sitting up.

he stands and your eyes follow him curiously, unsure of where he’s going. eventually, he’s standing behind you at the back of the couch, and turns your head forward so that you’re looking directly at the wall in front of you. “what are you doing?” you ask, body going rigid.

“i’m just guiding you through some of these stretches, relax,” he answers and feels you calm down, letting him push your head gently towards one shoulder. his hand is on your opposite shoulder, keeping it straight while you feel a stretch in your neck.

“thanks,” you mumble as he repeats the movement for the other side of your neck. he gives you a small “mhm” in response, focused on making sure you’re feeling the stretch without hurting you.

he ends up leading you to the ground, modeling the stretches for you so that you can follow along. he guides you to lay on your side, with one arm extended out in front of you while the other is behind you, and you face each other as you both lay there, arms mimicking a T.

you giggle, unable to control yourself as you stare into his eyes. “what’s so funny?” he chuckles, smiling at the sound of your laughter.

“i just feel so stupid right now,” you answer, shifting slightly in your position. “but this is helping a bit, i think. i’m feeling a little better.”

he hums in acknowledgment of your words, his smile staying on his face before you switch to the other side.

“what’s next?” you ask, sitting up.

“do you know what the cat-cow is?” he asks, brushing off his arms from where they touched the ground. when you look at him, mouth agape, he gives you a defensive look back, unsure of what caused your reaction. “what?” he says, tilting his head slightly.

“omi, i’m not getting on my hands and knees,” you say, embarrassed that you even have to explain yourself, but you’d rather say it than humiliate yourself further on all fours.

“oh my god,” he rolls his eyes, putting a palm to his face, “you’re turning this into something it’s not. i’m not gonna look at you or anything. i’ll even turn away, okay? just do it, it’s good for you. i’m tired of hearing you complain about your back.”

you sigh dejectedly but comply, moving into the position. you can’t deny that you feel less stiff, but you also can’t help but overthink the entire situation. if anyone had told you a year ago that the man you had been crushing on for years was going to ask you to move in with him and months later he’d be on the floor stretching with you because he really wants you to be able to sleep, you would’ve laughed in their face.

but this was reality, and this felt like an intimate moment between you both. you were unsure of what to make of the situation; it had come as a big enough shock that he cared enough about your sleep. but you also shouldn’t have been that surprised. 'he’s just being a good friend,' you try to reason. he asked you to move in because no one in their right mind would want to live under the same roof as atsumu, and you both value a clean, organized house.

but where were you supposed to draw the line between friends and something more?

his careful attentiveness towards you had started to make you think that maybe he saw you as more of a friend as well. you never imagined that he would ever want you to stay in the kitchen with him while he was cooking when it had been a bad day, and you were even more surprised the first time he agreed to watch a movie with you. you considered yourselves good friends but you didn’t expect him to actually want to spend so much time with you on top of everything else he had going on. he never seemed to tire of seeing you around the house; instead, he always made sure to say hi or ask how your day had been.

you wanted to bring it up to him soon, you really did. the feeling was starting to eat away at you, and this night together wasn’t helping in the slightest.

after a few more stretches, you stood up, reaching your arms above you as you yawned. “think you’ll be able to sleep now?” he asks, following you up and dusting off his clothes.

the thought of going back to your stuffy room makes you drop your arms and the content look on your face fades away. you felt tired, but something about your room just felt so unwelcoming. you didn’t want to walk back in there, where the air would feel heavy, your mattress would be too stiff, your pillow too soft, and blanket too scratchy. there was always something that bothered you about your bed every night, and being alone with your thoughts again would prevent you from falling asleep. you’d be stuck tossing and turning in your bed on a bed that never felt clean or comfortable, you could already feel it. 

“what’s wrong?” he steps into your line of sight. you look up at him as a thought crosses your mind, making you immediately look back down at the ground, face turning red.

“um–” you start, and then immediately close your mouth. it was a stupid thought.

but what’s the worst he could do? say no? give you a disgusted look? kick you out into the cold after spending half an hour stretching with you? that last one was a little extreme, but maybe you’d say it and he’d laugh in your face. or gag (being dramatic, again). either way, whatever he said, if it wasn’t a yes, your life would be forever ruined.

“y/n,” he says, and you look back up at him, feeling like you’re about to collapse under the weight of his gaze. but your mouth opens, unable to keep it in.

“i just–” you have to stop to take in a deep breath, the words getting caught in your throat. he keeps looking at you the entire time, waiting to listen to what you have to say. “i don’t want to go back to my own bed,” you blurt, finally spitting it out. “it just doesn’t feel right. i don’t know how to explain it, but i know i won’t be able to sleep alone in my own bed. i’m sorry,” you add an apology on at the end, feeling embarrassed by your own confession.

when he doesn’t respond, you feel even worse. “nevermind, forget i said anything, i’m so sorry. thank you for helping me stretch, i’m going to go to bed now–” you spin on your heel, moving to run away as calmly as you can manage when he catches your wrist. you let out a small exclaim of surprise at the touch as he turns you back around.

“don’t apologize. and don’t lie to me. i want you to sleep,” he says, looking away as he runs a hand through his hair, preparing to say his next few words. “would it–” he shuts his mouth, feeling the anxiety settle in his chest, “would it help to sleep with me?”

neither of you are looking at each other. he’s staring at the wall and you’re looking at the floor, face hot and burning. “if you don’t mind, i think it would,” you whisper, just loud enough for him to hear and look back at you, letting out a breath he didn’t even realize he was holding in.

he’s still holding your wrist, too, he realizes, but he doesn’t let go. he runs a thumb along the side of your arm, grabbing your attention again. he’s looking you in the eyes, and he wants to tell you that he’s not uncomfortable with sleeping in the same bed as you. in fact, it’s quite the opposite, but he’s not sure what you’ll say back, so he settles for a neutral response, instead, “yeah. of course i’m fine with it.”

maybe in the morning, when he wakes up next to you, finds your limbs entangled with his under his sheets, and sees the sunlight peeking through the curtains and onto your skin, he’ll be able to choke out a three-word confession. but for now, he only leads you silently to his room, letting you slip under the covers first before he follows after, holding you close.

[sandy-the-glader]

maybe a george x grumpy! reader who never really smiles or shows emotion and George kinds makes it his secret mission to do that

Come on I see that smile!

Character: George Karim x Fem!Reader

Type: fluff

Length: 1.7K Words

Summary: Ever since you got to Portland row all it has been is neutral faces, anger and frowns. But George seems to be curious about what your smile looks like… for research purposes of course!

Trope: Grumpy x Sunshine (sorta)

A/n: Sorry if this is bad I've been trying to get back into writing btw maybe a tad bit of ooc George? Anyways this is a mix of second and first-person. Lmao lastly the format and like the 4 and 1 idea came from this fic so go check it out!

4 tries and 1 unintentional victory

Baked goods

Large raindrops pattered against the kitchen window of 35 Portland Row, creating a relaxing rhythm. I sprawled out articles and other various newspapers across the table. There wasn't much information on this house, no visitors had been reported before this caller. No murder cases from that house or interesting behaviors. I jotted down as many notes as I could on a surprisingly clean part of the thinking cloth.

A loud knock echoed through the house. I was too sucked into finding information and suspicious parts about this house to answer the door. Thankfully, I heard someone (most likely George) quickly dash to the door and handled with whatever it was. I assumed it was Arif since it was a quick interaction and the scent was so strong I could already smell it. Damn it smelled good.

George's quick footsteps dashed down to the kitchen, quickly landing the box on an available part of the table. I quickly drew my eyes back to the pages scanning for something remotely helpful. The worst case was going in cold.

"How's the case going?" George came to look at the papers and my progress. His fingers traced my handwriting.

"Not good. There is not a single thing tied to this house. And she said I have to be there in a week." I said with a dry expression. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw George rock back and forth on his heels before he spoke again.

"Well um, I got you extra of your favorite this week." I looked up at him. "If you need to take a break they are there." He offered.

"Thank you I appreciate that." George looked somewhat upset with my reaction. Why? I'm not exactly sure

"Yeah.." He grabbed a chocolate donut from the box and sighed on the way out of the room. I hope he’s okay.

Did I do something wrong?

"Is that a donut??" I heard Lucy call out from the stairs. "I didn't even know we had those!" maybe a break wouldn’t hurt…

2. Stress Cleaning

Sure this was more for George than it was for you but he hoped to kill 2 birds with one stone. He had spent the whole evening cleaning the house. Kitchen, library you name it. He left the bedrooms for last.

He knocked softly on your door and waited for a reply before going up the stairs. There wasn't much to clean in your's and Lucy's shared area besides maybe the windows and a few pieces of clothing needed to be picked up off the ground.

You were reading a book on your bed instead of trying to find more information on that house. You needed a break and your mind was just tired from searching article upon article. You had 3 more days and thought to hell with it I'll just do my best.

"What's up, George?" You peered over your book and at the boy. "Oh." From seeing his apron and blue gloves you already knew he meant cleaning. "You know you don't always have to clean up after us." He shook his head.

"You know cleaning is one of my favorite things right?" He cleaned every single day. Not even kidding. You can't remember the last time you've seen the house jaw-droppingly dirty. Because it never has been. For the many months you’ve been here George has done a fantastic job with keeping the house organized.

"That is true. I do feel bad sometimes." You hummed. "Well thank you." George quirked a small smile but you just nodded in acknowledgment.

Well, it was worth a try. He sighed quietly.

3. Favorite food

He knew as soon as you stepped through the door and slammed it shut, he had made a good decision. Another thing on George's list of "Y/n's smiles" was dinner. Sure food didn't work as well last time this was different.

He heard you curse at something and then throw your rapier into its spot by the door. You took in a deep breath through your nose trying to contain your anger from the trip and not make a lot of noise considering the time but you smelt something. Something so heavenly that's all you needed right now. Food.

You quickly went down the stairs and saw George in his apron Moving around the kitchen.

"Smells great Georgie. It's 3 am you didn't have to." She frowned feeling a bit bad for keeping him up.

"It's really no problem at all." He loved cooking so really it was just fun. "Looks like you had a fun night." She rolled her eyes and groaned. He leaned against a cabinet and glanced at you up and down. Your hair was very messy, traces of ectoplasm was all over your shoes and the bottom of your pants, and you were just really wanting food and a shower.

"Sarcasm. Not now I beg of you. But really the food smells fantastic." A sneaky smile formed on George's lips, not yours though you were far too tired to even think about it.

"Alright. Food's ready anyway." He brought two servings of the food over to the table placing one in front of you and the other across from you. "Do you want to talk about it?" He offered sitting down in front of his food.

"It was awful! The source was in a completely different part of the house than she thought and it was just disastrous!" You complained. He sat there and listened to your troubles like you always did with him.

You finally had a bite of the food and you felt at ease.

“George Casper Karim why can you cook so well?” He smiled downward. You didn’t smile you just had this tired yet calm look on your face.

“I have more talent than just touch.” He joked. She was right though the food did taste amazing.

“Yes you do.” George wasn’t entirely mad at the fact you didn’t smile but he did enjoy the compliment.

4. A New Sweater

George scanned the shelves of your favorite store looking for something you would like. There were plenty of things your style but what caught his eye was a sweater.

Your closet was full of them. Lucy too and so a sweater could be another candidate for his "Y/n's smiles" list.

It wasn’t too thick nor too light because he knew you were sorta picky when it comes to sweaters. And a bonus was it was one of your favorite colours.

He held it in his hands but, he double and even triple-checked the store for something you might like better. But he did not and he went and brought it up to the counter to pay.

The cashier was nice but she had mistaken George as your boyfriend which made him blush furiously and confirm the two of you were just close friends. The cashier didn’t buy it. She gave him a small disbelieving look and he tried to ignore it.

He was impressed by how well she wrapped up the sweater and put it in a really nice bag.

When he came back the house was insanely quiet, mainly because Lockwood was out of the house and Lucy was training in the basement. You had decided to have a lazy day you were mainly just in your bed or in front of your desk.

But he noticed you were making tea in the kitchen so he quietly ran upstairs to put your gift on your bed. And then he snuck back down to his room to wait for your return.

You held a cup in your hand and carefully walked upstairs. You were confused when finding a gift on your bed mainly because no one really gave you gifts out of the blue. A small gasp escaped your lips when you reached into the bag and pulled out a sweater. You held the sweater close. It was the right size it was quite a shocker

You didn't think Lucy even knew your size.

"Surprise." George came back up the stairs. You went and hugged him. He was slightly taken aback by the gesture. He wasn't exactly a hugger but he wrapped his arm around you and squeezed gently.

"Thank you, George. You do so much for me." Again he wasn't exactly angry that it had failed because he's never had a hug that felt this relaxing. He was feeling loved. "Anything." He said simply. You pulled back and ruffled his hair.

"You're too good for me."

George returned to his room and took a pen and struck off another idea on a sticky note above his desk. But he did put a small heart next to it.

5. Quality Time.

"Wanna go the archives with me? Lucy and Lockwood already said no but they were caught up in their own thing." George huffed. You sat up immediately and shoved a bookmark into your book. You cracked a half smile.

"I would love to." You sprung up and grabbed your bag and shoes. "They never want to go with me either." Still, a small smile plastered on your face.

George was shocked in the 3 months he knew you that's all it took? Just going to the archives? He would have groaned if he wasn't so happy for finally making you smile. The look was so unfamiliar on you but he definitely knew he wanted to see it more.

"I don't know why I never asked you." You chuckled softly. That was a complete lie. You didn't want to admit it or make it obvious that you have a raging crush on the other boy while being alone and so very close to him doing what you loved most.

George didn't even think about your comment. A chuckle? George's expectations were exceeded. He thought you would shrug it off and either go and keep to yourself or kindly decline.

"Come on Georgie!" You practically skipped out of the room, brushing past his shoulder and sending a jolt through his body. His heart swelled and he was honestly quite boastful at the moment. If he could shout it at the world he would. He felt like he deserved something for making Y/n L/n smile. But seeing your smile was an award in itself.

George followed her out of the house and down to explore the archives.

[cyncerity]

decided that the best way to get myself out of writers block was to write short things that expanded on stories i’d already written so that’s what i did

anyway take this little thing for the Store Shifter au; this takes place almost immediately after the Sapnap & Bbh Hawk Incident™ (this but it does have v*re), so it takes place years before the main story and Sap and Q are still teens at this point.

btw it’s angst again i’m not sorry i’m not letting Sapnap catch a break in this au

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“We need to go” was all Sapnap had been repeating for the past half an hour, and Quackity was mildly really fucking tired of it. “Slow the fuck down. Explain. What the fuck happened.” He grabbed Sapnap’s arm, stopping the boy’s tirade through his bedroom as he threw Quackity’s various clothes and items into the largest bag he owned. And this seemingly wasn’t the first time he’d done this, as he had entered Q’s home holding a massive pack of his own things. “We were thinking about moving, right? No better time than the present, so let’s go.” “Sap, Karls not even here.” “We’ll let him know when he gets back.”

“Sapnap, stop.” He pleaded, grabbing his boyfriend harshly, forcing him to drop the now overflowing pack he was holding. He wouldn’t look Quackity in the eyes. “What brought this on? Why so sudden, talk to me!” He nearly shouted. Sapnap didn’t answer, but took a few moments before he sucked in a breath and lifted his head.

Quackity found people easy to read, Sapnap especially. They’d been friends for so long, even lovers at this point, and Sapnap had always worn his heart proudly on his sleeve.

Which made the fact that he couldn’t quite read the expression painting his boyfriend’s face as worrisome as it was heartbreaking.

He was tired and stressed, the deep bags that had seemingly formed overnight staining his already permanently bruised face, and that near constant fire in his eyes seeming to have been smoldered. But beyond that, there was…well, Quackity didn’t quite know what to call it. Hatred, guilt, exhaustion, all things that he had seen on any face but his Sapnap’s. He couldn’t even be sure that’s what it was, but something was wrong. And it wasn’t even just his expression. His downcast eyes, the was his hands minutely shook, the soft and unsure way he spoke, and the reluctance to look in any sort of reflective surface had all been things he’s noticed when Sapnap had come in his room. Every single one of these things was so uncharacteristic of Sapnap that he had half a mind to drag him down to Sam to talk since he knew he wouldn’t be able to fix whatever had done this alone.

But he couldn’t. He couldn’t because of the one last thing on his face, the part of his expression that would plague Quackity’s mind for years after as he tried to figure out what could have happened to the boy he loved so much.

Fear.

Sapnap was afraid. Afraid of what, he couldn’t say, but he saw the way the fear blocked the light from his eyes and knew he couldn’t convince someone that afraid to do anything logical.

Q sighed and took the bag that Sapnap had dropped, beginning to take the items out and fold and organize them neatly. “Go tell my dad and sis we’re leaving. I’ll go say goodbye to them when i’m finished.” He said calmly, and pretended not to feel even more lost when Sapnap’s whole frame relaxed. “Thank you.” He practically whimpered, tears clear in his voice. “Thank you, Q, thank you so much.”

Q swiped a few stray tears from his own cheeks as Sapnap sprinted from his room. It hurt, knowing he was leaving his family and community with such short notice, he wouldn’t deny that. But more so, it hurt seeing his boyfriend in so much pain, and it hurt worse knowing that he wasn’t privy to what even caused it. But whatever it was, whatever caused the fear he saw, he’d travel for the rest of his life to get away from it if it brought the joy back to Sapnap’s eyes. He’d do anything to avoid whatever caused that unexplainable, hollowing look in the boy he loved.

He just hopes that one day Sapnap will tell him what exactly to avoid.

[suckerfordylansstuff]

Let your guard down

Request: Hello! I was wondering if you were interested in writing an angsty Steve Harrington x Robin Buckley x reader (all platonic because the reader is under 18) story where they all work at Family Video. The reader is really shy and timid. When she first started working at Family Video, Steve and Robin thought it was kind of funny the reader would just do whatever was asked of her and they would push their work off onto her so they could mess around. Then Steve starts to notice things about the reader like bruises and not having anything to eat on her lunch break or anyone to pick her up or drop her off. He grows a massive soft spot for her. One night a group of guys from school that always bully her show up and start harassing the reader, cornering her in the back of the store. They’re all bigger than her and she’s scared of them. Steve gets super protective and makes the guys leave. She’s trembling with anxiety even after they are gone and Steve calms her down and then she confesses that they bully her all the time at school. Steve and Robin start looking out for her more.

Pairing: Steve Harrington x platonic!reader x Robin Buckley

Warnings: cursing, bullying, bleeding

Notes: Hope you like the fic and sorry for taking longer than I expected, college just started which means a lot of assignments to organise and deal with. Also, sorry to anyone named Mark, it just came to me. Stay safe out there!💕

~Masterlist~

Steve had just rung up a customer when the door of the store flew open revealing an out-of-breath Robin entering the store. He wished the sweet lady who had just rented ‘The Karate Kid’ goodbye and let his eyes fall on his best friend leaning her forearms on top of the counter, trying to catch her breath.

“You’re late.” Steve simply told her.

“I know, I know. Band practice went on longer than I expected.” she took quick deep breaths to calm down her beating.

“Even the new hire came in earlier than you.”

“We have a new hire?” Robin’s memory wasn’t the best, but she definitely didn’t remember Keith telling her about a new hire.

Steve pointed towards the back of the store where a familiar figure to Robin was organizing the Halloween section they always set up during October. It took a moment for Robin to get her thoughts sorted out, but as a light bulb lit up in her mind, she was already calling out your name and saying hello as she remembered you are also a suffering student at Hawkins High.

She watched as your head lifted and turned toward her, not finding it odd that you responded with nothing more than a small wave before returning to your work. Even at school, you were one of the quieter kids, so Robin took the wave as an accomplishment.

“You know her?” Steve was the one now leaning, watching his friend’s interaction with furrowed brows. When you had come into the store just an hour ago and quietly told him you were the person Keith told him to expect, Steve was excited. He liked meeting new people and given you were fairly around his age he was excited to have another friend. But as he began showing you around, he quickly realized you weren’t much of a talker, which disappointed him. So, he was just rambling on and on about the store and its requirements while you simply nodded at his words, your eyes not even meeting his. When he noticed Robin was running late, he took the decision to stay behind the counter and assigned you the job he was supposed to have already finished, which you took without question, silently arranging the shelves.

“Yeah, she’s from school, but of course, you don’t remember her.” she smirked at him. Robin loved teasing him about his past personality, and Steve hated it.

“Will you stop it with that?” he followed her movement as she walked to the breakroom to get her things sorted out before coming back out to start her shift.

“Why don’t you go and help her out since she’s doing your section?”

“I was covering for you, smartass.”

---

So, all of your shifts went on as they usually would. You were mainly the one organizing the shelves with the returned or new tapes you would get; Steve was the one to help customers around the store and Robin was usually sitting by the register. When they didn’t have any customers, they made sure to show you some of the other sections around the store, so at any given moment you would be able to help out without any problems.

Robin usually tried to start conversations with you, mainly about an assignment you both had or complaining about an annoying teacher, but your answers were short, so after a couple of tries, she stuck with casual conversation.

This has been going on for a week. You would all come at your required times and do your jobs. Well, you did your job quietly while Steve and Robin chatted away the second they didn’t have to actually work.

Steve was confused at how closed off you were. At first, he thought it was because he had done something to you back in High School that he didn’t even remember, something so bad it made you hate him. However, he quickly realized that your closed-off behavior wasn’t just for him, you acted that way around Robin and Keith too, so he at least knew it wasn’t personal. Still, he couldn’t help but wonder why you were like that.

It was a week after you first started and all three of you were on the closing shift. You had closed the store, but you still needed to prepare everything for Keith who would open tomorrow. Robin was closing the register when she began looking around the store for Steve. She couldn’t find him anywhere so she turned to you, who were sweeping the floors, getting rid of all the dirt the customers would bring in during the day.

“Hey, have you seen Steve?” she watched your eyes drift behind her as you pointed at the same direction, before continuing your task. Robin turned her head over her shoulder only to watch in horror how he was already out of his work clothes and ready to leave.

“Well, I’m off. I have a date tonight and I can’t be late. See you tomorrow.” he waved at the two, but neither of them responded and for different reasons.

“Woah, woah, there dingus. What do you mean you’re off?” Robin’s legs quickly made their way over to Steve blocking his way out of the store.

“It usually means I’m leaving, Robin.” he scoffed, turning to look at you waiting for a reaction over this, but looked back at Robin when he saw you weren’t even paying attention to them.

“I told you yesterday that I can’t close because I have to study for a test tomorrow, Steve.” Robin’s arms crossed over her chest while Steve grimaced when the memory finally hit him.

“Well, I can’t cancel on the date, I’ll look like an idiot.”

The pair began arguing over who deserved to get off work early the most, not realizing your movement stopped as you turned to stare at them.

“I can close.”

For a second Steve was startled by the new voice, but relaxed when he realized it was you. He thinks this was the first time he had heard you say so many words at once, hearing your voice clearly for the first time.

“You sure?” he questioned you and sighed with relief when you nodded your head.

“Alright well, we have a list of what needs to be done around the store at the back if you don’t remember anything and then you just lock up with these right here.” you watched the brown-haired boy make his way at the counter and grab the set of keys you already knew where there.

“I know.” you took them from his grasp and placed them in your pocket.

“Good.”

“Thank you, seriously, we owe you.” Robin had just grabbed her stuff and opened the door for the two of them. They wished you goodnight before leaving the store and you behind.

---

That’s how it started. At first, they were really thankful you could cover for them, but as time went on they realized you were always ready to take over. Sometimes it happened while Steve was too busy to finish the work he had started because he was flirting with a cute girl. By the time he had rang the girl up and escorted her out, he went back to find his section ready and you leaving without a word. You also helped out Robin when she would inevitably forget she had to do something.

The pair didn’t question it at all. They actually found it pretty convenient, and so they started testing just how far was your limit. Whenever they were busy, talking, or bored they would assign you a task they were supposed to be doing. They were a little hesitant at first, trying to see if you would catch up to what they were doing, but you always took on the job without complaining. And since you weren’t complaining they thought it was the perfect plan. And it’s not like they didn’t do anything, they just watched more movies now at the store unbothered. And isn’t that what they were supposed to do, they told themselves, watch the movies they had to give out the perfect recommendations to customers? They were doing them a favor.

---

November had just started and you were once again over at the Halloween section, taking everything down, as you listened in to Steve’s awful attempt at flirting with yet another customer. You heard him laugh at his own cheesy joke when his body collided with yours sending you and the tapes you were holding on the floor.

Steve’s head immediately whipped around and started cursing when he saw you on the floor. He turned back to Rebecca, the girl he was talking to, to excuse him for a moment, but realized she was already gone.

“Great…” he mumbled under his breath before focusing his attention back to you “Hey, I’m sorry, I’m such an idiot. Are you okay?”

You watched him from the corner of your eye kneel down next to you, but you didn’t look up to meet his eyes, just started picking up the tapes from the floor.

“Hey, here, lemme get those.” he took the tapes from your hands and placed them in the cart you were previously using. He grabbed the rest of them and then let his eyes fall on you once more “Want me to help you up?” even though he put it as a question he didn’t wait a second to grab your wrists, ready to pull you but to your feet, but his movement quickly died down when a wince came from your mouth, your eyes snapping closed as if you were in pain.

Steve immediately removed his hands off you, looking terrified wondering what he did “Oh my God, are you okay? Did the fall hurt you? I’m sorry, let me look-”

He saw. You didn’t register his actions before it was too late, and he saw. He saw what they had done to you, and now you were scared. You didn’t expect Steve to help you up. You didn’t expect him to grab you by your wrists, the same place they used to tug you around when they threw insults in your face. You didn’t expect him to notice your pain, you always thought you hid it well. And you definitely didn’t expect him to worry and inspect upon your pain, because no one else has ever had. But he did. He grabbed your long sleeve, pushed it up, and he saw them. You did tear off his gentle grip and pulled the sleeve back down, but he had clearly seen the purple bruises on your arm.

“I’m okay.” you told him quietly, your eyes staying on the ground.

You stood still for a second, trying to decide what you were supposed to do now, waiting to see the way Steve would react as well.

“All right. I’ll, um… I’ll finish over here, alright? Go see if Robin needs any help.” you weren’t sure if you were glad he didn’t comment on it, but you left without a second thought, praying he wouldn’t make it a big deal.

---

After that incident, Steve’s eyes mostly never left your figure while at work. He always watched you do your job. At first, he told himself it was out of curiosity over the bruises, but it wasn’t long till he realized he was worried. Because it wasn’t only the bruises that picked his curiosity. Suddenly he started seeing all those things about you that hinted at something wrong.

He was able to notice your wincing more often, especially when you thought no one was looking, always caressing your wrists after a long shift. He also noticed that you never had a break during work. He tried to recall when he had last seen you have a meal here, but other than the occasional granola bar during full shifts on the weekends, you never brought anything else with you, which was a drastic difference compared to him and Robin.

When he ran it by Robin, she tried to take a more logical approach to the whole thing, but she also found it weird.

“I mean during the weekdays it could be because we’re having lunch at school, but on the weekends… I don’t think I’ve seen her sit on her break longer than 5 minutes.”

“Right? I don’t know, maybe I’m overreacting here, I mean, not everyone has our appetite.” Robin nodded at his words “But I’m starting to get a little worried here. And I can’t outright ask her because I don’t know her that well. Plus there’s no way she would answer me, right?”

“Well, collectively, we’ve only heard her say 20 words? So, no, it won’t be easy to talk to her.”

“Try and see if you could approach her more in school, see how she acts there. Does she have any friends? Maybe we could ask them?” his brain was trying so hard to find some way to help you without scaring you away.

“To be honest with you, it is a little hard to keep track of her around school. She always seems to disappear in between classes, like she doesn’t wanna be found.”

He thought his talk with Robin would be reassuring, but it ended up being anything but that. So for the rest of the day he made sure to help you out with your work and stop putting more things on your shoulders. He decided he would try to get on your good side, so he could approach you about his worries.

---

You had just helped a little kid pick out a movie to watch with his mother when loud laughter and yelling caught your attention. Your eyes shifted at the front of the store in curiosity before they widened. Your heartbeat picked up and you could barely feel your legs as they started guiding you away from them.

‘What are they doing here’ you thought. You were used to them at school, but here? How could you hide it? You can’t go out the entrance door without them seeing you and the break room is on the other side of the store. Your mind was screaming for you to hide, but as his eyes fell on you, you knew it was too late.

---

Steve eyed the group that entered the store suspiciously. He had never seen them in here before, but he remembered their faces when he was back in Highschool. Back then they were just kids, mostly getting into trouble with stupid pranks they did around school, but they build a reputation for themselves, so of course ‘King Steve’ would have them in his radar. He didn’t like them, but he couldn’t just go up to them and demand to leave the store, he would be fired.

So, he decided to let them be and only interfere if something bad actually happens.

He was helping out a sweet lady, telling her all about the movie she was interested in just so she could make sure nothing scary is in it. He spent a good five minutes doing so and then proceeded to ring her up and show her out the store, holding the door open for her, when Robin’s figure appeared next to him.

“Hey, can you deal with Mark and his little friends? I really don’t feel like talking to them outside of school.” Steve nodded at her words. Mark was the ‘leader’ of the group, the one telling the rest what to do and what not to do.

“Yeah, I will, don’t worry. Is he still as stupid as I remember him?” they made their way to the register, leaning their bodies as they waited for another customer to enter.

“Oh, he’s worse now. They’ve started picking on people a lot more, not just dumb pranks.” he watched her pick out a candy from their candy jar and pop it in her mouth.

“He hasn’t tried anything on you or the kids, right?”

“No, don’t worry. Just victims of his stupidity reeking the entire school.”

Steve smirked at her exaggeration but stopped when he realized you weren’t anywhere near his eye sight “Have you seen Y/n?”

However, before they could start looking for you, the yells coming from the back started becoming more prominent. Robin sighed at their behavior and Steve stood up straight, patting her back “I’ll go kick them out.” he made his way towards Mark and his friends and clapped his hands to announce himself as their heads came into view behind all the shelves “Alright, guys, If you don’t sto-”

Steve froze. When he saw you down on the floor, hiding in the corner while Mark stood before you, his hand gripping your hair, he nearly lost every sense of control he had in him, but he knew killing wouldn’t resolve to anything good right now.

“What the fuck are you doing? Get off of her.” he yelled at him as he pushed his way to the asshole above you, punching him across his face and when the guy stumbled, trying to find his balance again, he grabbed him by the collar of his jacket and pushed him into the wall. The rest of the group started scattering and left the store quickly as they realized they had been caught.

“Steve, what’s…” Steve could sense Robin was now watching everything that was happening but couldn’t focus on anything other than Mark in front of him. He wanted to hit him again, he wanted to beat the shit out of him, but for now he had to stop, because he wasn’t his main focus, you were. He needed to make sure you were okay first and then if you gave him the green light he would get Dustin and they would hunt Mark down.

His fist was already in the air in a way to threaten Mark, and it was working. The boy in front of him despite being the horror of Hawkins High for some of the students that attended, to Steve he was still just the scrawny kid he used to see run around the halls. And Mark remembered Steve, who couldn’t remember him? So, even he knew not to test the King’s limits.

Steve’s fist slowly lowered as he once again grabbed onto his collar “If you ever try anything on her or anyone again, I will not hesitate.” he pushed him into the wall one more time before sending him forward. He watched him nearly fall on the floor before he quickly ran to the door and left the store.

It didn’t take long for Steve to come back to his normal self where only one thing was important. Making sure you were okay. Turning around he saw you still on the floor, your shoulders shaking. He could tell you were crying even though your face was angled to the floor. Robin was before you trying to access the situation, but each time she would try to put a comforting hand on your shoulder, you shook it off. He didn’t even think you were doing it on purpose, you were just scared.

“Hey, hey, Y/n? Can you hear me?” he kneeled down and spoke in a soft voice. He wasn’t sure what the best approach would be when someone is having, what he would assume this is, a panic attack, but his instinct told him ‘just don’t startle her’.

He waited for some kind of response, but you only shook harder at his words. You could hear him and you could understand him, but your body wasn’t making it easy to answer him. You wanted to say it’s fine and then walk away and never talk about this again, but you’ve been caught red handed.

“It’s okay, you don’t have to say anything. Can you nod for me and tell me if you can stand up?” your breathing was quick and tears were falling from your eyes, but you eventually pulled through and nodded your head. You heard the boy before you let out a sigh of relief before he started speaking again “Alright, great. Robin, go and flip the sign up front, we don’t want any customers right now.” you heard Robin agree and the sound of her footsteps came next. Your eyes were closed, so you were relying on all your other senses to understand what was happening. Suddenly, you felt a cloud of warmth surrounding you, Steve was closer to you now, you realized “I’m going to help you get up and we’re going to walk to the break room, is that okay?”

You were able to let out a shaky ‘yes’ before you felt his arms loop around you and help you stand up. Without realizing it, you made it to the break room where you were sat on top of a chair while the others stood around you, trying to help you.

Robin helped you through your panic, guiding you to follow her breathing, while now with your eyes open you could see Steve run around trying to find water for you and some kind of bandage for your hand that was bleeding. After the fall you had landed on top of the moving cart and managed to scratch your hand as you tried to stop the harsh impact.

Eventually, your breathing was back to normal, your eyes were red, and the water bottle was in your hands, one of them wrapped with bandages. You were focusing on the water and not on your two coworkers, who were starring at you from across the table in the break room waiting for you to speak. You guessed Steve didn’t have a lot of patience since it wasn’t long until his voice filled your ears.

“Do you want to tell us what happened?” his voice was soft and you were thankful for that. You weren’t sure why you were expecting to hear him angry, as if he has ever been anything but nice to you, but you feared that after seeing you on the floor they would call you all those things you already knew about yourself. Stupid, weak, a bitch, like how he called you.

After a couple of seconds you were able to nod your head and look them in the eye, before speaking softly “Um… Mark and the rest, they uh… they’ve been messing with me-”

“Messing with you? More like-” Robin spoke up, her voice filtered with anger. She felt terrible for not noticing how you felt. She was never too good at filtering her words and action, so when Steve nudged her, she knew it wasn’t the time to let her emotions get the best of her “Sorry.” she motioned for you to continue, but you quickly shook your head thinking you sounded dumb.

“It’s not even a big deal, seriously.” your good hand was playing with the cap on the water bottle.

“Not a big, deal? Y/n, you’re bleeding. And I’m guessing the marks I saw on your arm were from them too?” Steve was getting defensive. He couldn’t believe you thought this was any kind of ‘okay’. He started feeling the same way he does when the kids are in danger and he wants to do anything, everything, to make you feel protected and safe.

“You saw those?” your voice was a mere whisper at this point.

“Yeah, I saw those. Y/n, what they are doing is wrong. No one should be treated like this, especially not you. If they ever try anything again, you come and tell me, alright?” you watched as his eyes met yours when he kneeled down before you once again. You could see he was genuine, and you could feel your guard being let down.

“Oh, I’ll make sure they don’t, because from now on you’re not leaving my side at school, okay? They’re not going to hurt you ever again.” Robin made a promise to herself to be your personal bodyguard at school.

You looked at both of them and then your eyes filled with tears again “I’m really scared…” you finally admitted to them.

“I know, but you shouldn’t be. From now on you have us, okay? We’re sorry for not noticing sooner, but you can truly trust us.” Steve held out his hand for you, which you took gladly.

“We want to help.”

You sniffled at their words and finally let out your first smile in front of them. Your first smile in a long time “Thank you.”

~~~

[marmorafarms]

The Hazards of Love Ch 3

I have a bonus chapter for you all! I ended up getting super inspired, and decided to split the chapter into two instead of doing one huge chapter. I hope you enjoy!

The song mentioned in this chapter is a real song! It's one of my favorites, and is called Kun Anta, by Humood AlKhudher! I translated the bits I put in as best I could, but I might not have done the best job ever, so sorry to y'all who are more fluent in Arabic than I am!

Pairing: Labru

Word Count: 2098

Chapter Rating: Teen+

You can read it down below or on ao3!

THEN:

Ever since the concert with Laios, the two had become almost inseparable. It was hard to find one without the other, both men seeming to genuinely love being around each other. Even though Laios was a little odd, Kabru found that he really didn’t mind that much. He might be different, but he was passionate about his interests, and it softened Kabru’s heart to hear him talk about his two passions—exotic animals, and cooking.

“You know, I’d love to cook something with you sometime!” Laios said one day, seemingly out of the blue. The two were studying in the library, Laios looking over his notes for creative writing, and Kabru working on some math.

“What?” Kabru asked, confused. They hadn’t even been talking about food, so he wasn’t really sure what had brought this on.

“We should cook,” Laios said. “I think you should meet my friend Senshi, he’s a cooking instructor, and can make an amazing meal out of anything! I was just thinking, I want you to meet my friends. I’ve met yours, so you should meet mine!”

Kabru winced, thinking about Laios’ introduction to Rin. She had been ice cold, but either Laios hadn’t noticed or simply didn’t care.

“Is it because he’s pretty?” Rin had asked after hanging out with Laios. Kabru glared at her.

“Probably,” their friend Mickbell said with a snort. “I can’t believe you want to hang out with that blond dumbass,” he continued. “He’s friends with Chilchuck! Don’t you remember that weirdo from high school? Ugh, I can’t believe we have to be friends with those chuckleheads now.”

“It’s not that,” Kabru said, trying to keep a cool head. “He’s nice. Genuine. Maybe he’s a little strange, but that just makes him even better. He’s himself, no matter what. It’s beautiful.”

Mickbell made a loud fake gagging noise, and Rin rolled her eyes.

“Whatever you say,” she said grumpily.

Kabru hoped that meeting Laios’ friends would go over a little bit better, and that hopefully none of them would have rude things to say about him behind his back. He had agreed to meet Senshi, which had overjoyed Laios. He gave Kabru a one thousand watt smile, and clapped him on the back.

“We’ll have so much fun!” Laios said. “You should bring some ingredients!”

“Like what?” Kabru said. “We should probably come up with a meal first instead of just bringing random ingredients and hoping it makes something.”

“Hmm…” Laios said thoughtfully. “I’ll ask Senshi what would be good.”

Kabru nodded. “Okay that sounds--”

“Oops!” a feminine voice said as someone bumped into Kabru. “Sorry!”

Kabru turned in his chair, and saw two people behind him. They were both blonde and very feminine looking. The shorter of the two was who was looking a Kabru in a way he very much didn’t like. She leaned against the table, a sly smile on her face, eyes hooded. He recognized this look. It was the look of someone who was going to try to shoot their shot, and Kabru really wasn’t in the mood.

“It’s fine,” Kabru said, trying to sound as disinterested in her as possible.

“Oh I’m glad I didn’t bother you,” she said. “Hey, I think I recognize you! I think you’re in my stats class! With Professor Jakob?”

“Maybe,” Kabru said, “It’s a huge class. Sorry, I don’t think I recognize you.”

Her face fell, but brightened as she continued. “Well, my name is Fleki, and this is Lycion,” she said, nodding to the man next to her, who raised a hand in greeting.

“Great, nice to meet you,” Kabru said. He turned back to his math, but Fleki continued to talk.

“There’s a really awesome party coming up next weekend,” she said, sliding Kabru a piece of paper. “There’s my number. Call me sometime, okay?” she said with a grin. Kabru gave a forced smile, and felt relieved as she left.

“Are you going to call her?” Laios asked. “She was pretty.”

“She was, but that’s not enough to make me want to call her,” Kabru said. “She was so rude, just butting into our conversation. And I did recognize her.”

“Really?” Laios said, surprised. “But you told her you didn’t!”

“I know Fleki by reputation, but not by looks. At first I was being honest, but as soon as she said her name, I realized who she was. She’s a druggie, always high on mushrooms or LSD or shit like that. An awesome party…probably just wants to get high and mess around.”

“Would you want to do that?” Laios asked.

“Want to get high and fuck her? Hell no!” Kabru said, shocked.

“No, I…I more meant the idea. Getting high and messing around with someone,” Laios said, sounding slightly flustered.

Kabru blinked. What?

“Um, I don’t know?” Kabru said. “Maybe if it was like, weed or something. I don’t go any harder than that. I’ve never had sex while high though.”

“I have,” Laios said.

“Really?” Kabru said, and Laios nodded.

“I don’t have a lot of experience though, not many people want to go that far with me, but when I have--”

“Oh that’s bullshit, you’re hot as fuck!” Kabru burst out. It didn’t take long for him to register what he had just said, and felt his face heating up, wishing a hole would open up in the floor and swallow him whole. Why had he said that?!

“Excuse me?” Laios said, his cheeks tinged with pink.

“I…” Kabru floundered, trying to figure out how to save the situation, “I just meant that you’re a good looking guy so it’s hard to believe that people wouldn’t want to do it with you!”

“Oh,” Laios said, eyes wide. “Well…I don’t have trouble getting dates if it’s on an app. Girls seem to like how I look. But it’s after that’s the problem. Once they meet me, most of them don’t want to date me. I weird people out,” Laios said sadly. “So meeting people in person is pretty much out of the question. They meet me and are instantly turned off.”

“That’s stupid,” Kabru said with a frown. “You’re great! Anyone would be lucky to be with you.”

“Easy for you to say, you’re a guy!” Laios said.

Ah.

That line.

Kabru sighed. Having said that stupid phrase, Laios was probably straight. If he wasn’t able to consider that a man could have feelings for another man…or maybe he was operating under the assumption that Kabru was straight? Well, the band aid would have to be ripped off at some point, might as well say something now.

“First of all, it doesn’t matter that I���m a guy, it’s obvious that anyone would be lucky to be with you. You’re a great guy with a good heart. But secondly, I happen to enjoy guys just as much as those girls you’re talking about.”

“Enjoy guys?” Laios said slowly, looking confused. Kabru wanted to slam his head against the table. Why was Laios so slow on the uptake?

“I fuck guys,” Kabru said bluntly, and Laios choked on air.

“You’re gay?” Laios said, after his coughs subsided.

“Bi,” Kabru said, “but yeah, I’m into guys. You?”

“I…I’m not really sure,” Laios said after a moment. “I think I’m straight but…”

“But?” Kabru pressed, and Laios looked away.

“I dunno. I’ve never thought about much until…” Laios paused, the apples of his cheeks flushing once more. “Well, I was talking with my friends and then my sister’s girlfriend, Marcille, called me ‘heteroflexible.’ So…maybe I like guys? Sometimes?”

Holy shit! He likes guys!

Kabru felt his heart flutter. Was being with Laios an actual possibility?

“But that just means the amount of people who don’t want to date me has just doubled,” Laios said with a bitter laugh. “I’ve tried to be someone else, a whole new person, but it never works. I’m just…me.”

“Don’t sell yourself short. There’s this song I like…it reminds me of you. It’s in Arabic, but it says basically that if you’re yourself, you’re beautiful.”

“So, in your opinion,” Laios said slowly, “If I just let myself be myself, I’ll be beautiful?”

“Yes,” Kabru said firmly. “Don’t forget that, okay?”

“I won’t,” Laios said with a soft smile. “I promise.”

NOW

Laios sat in his car, wondering if this was a good idea. He hadn’t asked beforehand, but it was visiting hours. He desperately wanted to see Kabru, even though he had no idea what he would even say.

Laios turned his music on shuffle and hit play. And then it came on. The song, their song.

Pulling up his GPS, he put in the name of the hospital and began to drive. This was probably a stupid idea, but Laios didn’t care. He needed to see Kabru, even if it was just for a few minutes, or even seconds. Even if he was just looking through the window…he needed to see his face.

(in order to keep up with them I imitated their appearance. So I looked like someone else, just to brag. I thought I had become rich, but I found I had lost, for these are appearances)

لأجاريهم، قلّدت ظاهر ما فيهم

فبدوتُ شخصاً آخر، كي أتفاخر

و ظننتُ أنا، أنّي بذلك حُزْت غنى

فوجدتُ أنّي خاسر، فتلك مظاهر

Laios’ breath caught in his throat, and he both wanted to listen and didn’t want to listen all at the same time. He didn’t speak Arabic, but he could still remember Kabru telling him the meaning of the song, telling him how much it reminded him of Laios.

كن أنت تزدد جمالاً

(Be yourself and you will be more beautiful)

Kabru had told him this line on that day in the library. Told him that as long as he was himself, he would be beautiful. But look where being himself had gotten him! He hadn’t been able to love Kabru, and now his friend was in the hospital, dying. Sure, Laios had a plan. But did Falin have a point? Could he make himself fall in love with Kabru, or was it a lost cause?

Tears pricked at the corners of his eyes as he drove, listening to the song. At the next light, he put the song on repeat, letting it play on loop as he remembered the first time they had ever listened to it. That moment had been everything. It had been the moment he fell for Kabru.

But clearly, not fallen in love.

God, how could he say he fell for Kabru when Kabru was coughing up petals and pollen? He felt like he was in love, but clearly something was off, something was wrong. Could something be wrong with his love? Was it not deep enough, or maybe…maybe they weren’t meant for each other? Was that how it worked? Maybe you had to be soul mates.

Laios had spent hours researching Hanhaki, but unfortunately there wasn’t a whole lot of scholarly articles about it. Most of what he found were random people speculating or telling stories that truly frightened Laios. One article in a newspaper he didn’t recognize spoke of someone who lost all memories of the person they had been in love with. They had had the surgery and completely forgotten the person, didn’t even know their name.

Could he handle it if Kabru completely forgot him? Completely forgot this song? Completely forgot when they had…

Laios shook his head. He couldn’t remember that now. He needed to focus on what he was going to say to Kabru. He had to figure out what the hell to say! And what to say if Rin was there.

Rin was furious with him. She blamed Laios for Kabru’s predicament and clearly hated him for it. She had burst out in fury at him, and now refused to even look at him when they were in class, much less talk to him. She would probably try and stop him from seeing Kabru.

And maybe she would be right to. Would Kabru even want to see him? Laios hadn’t even considered that until this very moment. Maybe seeing him would make things worse. Maybe he’d die on the spot. Laios gripped the steering wheel tight. He sighed, and pulled over. This was a bad idea. He punched a new address into the GPS and headed there. He needed someone to be brutally honest with him, someone who wouldn’t sugar coat things even a little bit. Someone who wouldn’t give a shit about his feelings.

He needed Izutsumi.

[ageless-aislynn]

Title: “It's All Coming Along” (1/1) Author:@ageless-aislynn​ Characters/fandom: Master Chief John-117/Reader, Halo the series, Halo game verse Summary: A vague blurring of the TV and game verse in 100 silly little words. Happy Wanksgiving, everybody! 👀😂😉 Rating:  M (R) Length: 106 Spoilers: If you can find spoilers for the show or the game in this, I applaud you. 😂😉 Disclaimer: Definitely not mine but I do enjoy borrowing them just for a bit! 😉 A/N:  Text is both here in this post or available at AO3, however you like to read. I usually don't put the naughty stuff here in case of a read more failure but this one should be safe. It's all innuendo. (Hey, in YOUR endo, pal... 😂😂😂)

Okay, so I just read about Wanksgiving and for some reason, my muse perked her ears up. However, in her usual fashion, she decided that, since it's only a drabble, she really wanted to spend approx 100 words hopefully giving out a naughty chuckle or two. And undoubtedly some *eyerolls* too. Whatever, we're good here. Unlike poor Chief.

*whispers* Sorry, Chief.

This pairs well, IMO, with the Halo 2 Master Chief Death Sounds from Jharlz777 at Youtube. Enjoy. 😂

(And if anybody's wondering, I really am also working on my actual WIPs but this popped to mind and I wanted to share. Because I care. 😇💖 I also am slightly intrigued by actually figuring out the WHY behind this fic, lol! 🤔😁)

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If you would like to be tagged in my John/Reader fics, just let me know! I also write John/Kai, John/Cortana and Kai/male Reader, so I’m glad to tag you for whatever you’d like. If you would like to be removed from the taglist, also feel free to let me know, no harm, no foul. 😉 💖

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Chief came when you called.

Next time, you really should wait until after his briefing with Lord Hood, though.

Chief came running.

He didn't even miss a step but the noise he made scared half a dozen Grunts.

Silver and Blue Teams came into the Pelican before it took off.

The marines were split between horrified and impressed. Well, it was more like 5% horrified, 25% super impressed and 70% quickly scribbling down notes.

Chief was invited to your birthday party but he didn't come.

Next time, buy him dinner first. He's not a machine, you know. Give him a break, he's had a rough day.

[oboetemasuka]

Refuge

(An "Order of Attack" side story)

A while ago, I sent a suggestion to @good-beanswrites about Yuno and Mahiru before the attacks. Then one day I decided that maybe I should try a "fanfic swap", so... here. Another take on what happened before everything went down.

It's just a little writing exercise, not strictly part of the fic. I believe the term is "loose canon". Two parts, written about a week apart, so sorry if the tone changes abruptly. And a few moments of "wait a minute, how does that work-"

Edit: I forgot to link to Beans's writing. Here!

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Yuno heard a knock on her cell door out of the blue. Well, it was more like a kick. A gentle kick. 

She wasn't sure how to respond. Who would want to talk to her? She had been so distant from everyone that they had all given up on trying to talk to her. 

Even the unforgiven prisoners kept their distance. Yuno had first approached Fuuta, who was making a huge racket in the next cell over, only for him to cuss her out. Fine, maybe the racket will distract from my own voices, then. Amane shooed her out immediately. Mahiru turned down her offer, seemingly out of shame.

If the person at the door was not Fuuta, and not Amane, then could it be…

There was another kick, followed by a soft "Yuno-chan…"

Yuno opened the door almost immediately. "Mahiru-san, what… Are you okay?"

"I'm fine. Just… a little lonely."

"Do you want to stay with me?" The question spilled out of Yuno's lips faster than she could think. Was she really that desperate for companionship? No, not if she stayed in her cell while Mahiru approached her.

Mahiru shook her head at the question. "Actually, I was wondering if you would mind coming with me."

That was an odd request. Was there much of a difference between their cells? Still, if it made Mahiru more comfortable, there was no reason to deny her.

"Sure. Let's go."

Mahiru's cell was somewhat messier since the last time Yuno visited. Furniture was shifted a bit out of place. A few books were scattered on the ground. Mahiru probably would have picked them up if she could.

"Do you want me to get that?" Yuno asked, gesturing to the books.

"Oh, sure! I've been meaning to get those organized. Sorry you had to see my cell in this state."

"It's no problem. I get that it would be tough- oh, do you want me to help out?"

Mahiru shook her head. "It's fine. Just the books will be enough for now. I can clean this up when I get the chance."

"But do you know if you'll get the chance?"

"Of course! I just have to… hm… eat faster during meal times!"

Meal times. As far as Yuno knew, they were one of the precious few times the unforgiven prisoners had to move about freely. But still-

"It wouldn't be healthy to rush a meal just for a few extra minutes of free time."

"I suppose…" Mahiru looked up contemplatively.

"Maybe I can unbuckle the straps," Yuno suggested.

"If you want…"

But Yuno couldn't figure out how to undo them.

"Maybe I can cut them."

"I wouldn't want to damage the uniform, though. Who knows what the consequences would be?"

"Mikoto-san did that, and he's fine. Well, not 'fine' fine, but the restraints don't affect him anymore."

"I guess… I don't mind this, though. It's like giving myself a hug. And it would be a shame to destroy such a nice outfit anyway."

"Whatever you say… Anyway, my offer to clean up the room still stands."

Mahiru accepted the offer this time. No shame in admitting that one can't do everything.

As Yuno organized the various dropped items, she found a conversation topic in the voices that plagued their thoughts.

After a while, Mahiru seemed more at ease, but the carefully-built atmosphere was abruptly brought down.

A scream rang throughout the panopticon.

[arecaceae175]

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I'll write one sentence of a fic for every emoji in my inbox (until tomorrow 9AM EST)

I added 3 sentences, 28 words to the gift raffle fic

AND 61 sentences, 509 words to Authenticity, which I forgot to put on the list! So here's a short pride-themed chapter for Authenticity! I'm also counting this as today's pride month drabble.

Summary: Wild and Warriors spar. Warriors learns something new about Wild.

My gender and sexuality experience is directly related to my autism, and now so is Wild’s!!! :D. 509 words, fluff and dialogue

Wild lowered his sword carefully. His muscles felt warm and he was breathing hard from the exercise. It felt good.

“Nicely done. You catch on quick,” Warriors said. 

Warriors was teaching Wild some sword drills at Wild’s request. Wild had gotten a vague memory of sword drills recently; he didn’t remember much detail, but he knew the repetitiveness of the exercise was calming. 

“Might be muscle memory,” Wild said with a shrug. “Plus, they’re patterns, which I’m good at.”

Warriors smiled. “That you are.”

Wild was about to sheath his sword when Warriors spoke again. 

“How about a spar?” Warriors asked. Wild looked up in surprise. 

“Spar?” Wild asked.

“Yeah, you know. Old-fashioned practice fight, man to man. We won’t actually hurt each other, but it’s good practice,” Warriors said. 

“Can it be man to person?” Wild asked. 

Warriors’ head cocked to the side. “What do you mean?”

“I’m not a man, so can the fight be man to person? Or is that against the rules,” Wild said. 

“You’re not… Wild, are you coming out to me?” Warriors asked. He lowered his sword and stepped closer to Wild. 

“Oh,” Wild said. He felt heat bloom across his cheeks and he knew his ears were going bright pink. He was so comfortable in his identity, and everyone in his Hyrule already knew. It must have slipped his mind to tell the others.

“I guess I forgot to mention that,” Wild said. He shook his free hand to get out the awkward feelings and began swaying side to side. 

“Have we been using the wrong pronouns? I’m sorry I ever offended you in any way,” Warriors said. 

“No, no, you’re fine. I still use he/him. I don’t feel any sort of connection to gender, and changing pronouns sounds too hard and scary, so I just use he/him,” Wild explained. 

“Are you sure? If you’re worried it would be too hard for us, don’t. It should be about whatever you’re most comfortable with,” Warriors said. 

Wild smiled and shook his head. “Trust me, I’ve thought about it a lot. Flora tried some others for me, and the change felt wrong. I use he/him, but I’m still not a man. Does that make sense?”

“Perfect sense,” Warriors said immediately. Wild felt his smile grow and a warm, happy feeling replace the tightness in his chest from the stress of having to explain his inner feelings. 

“I’m actually trans, too,” Warriors said. 

Wild perked up. “Really?” 

Warriors chuckled and nodded. “Sure am. Trans man,” Warriors said.

“Cool!” Wild said. Warriors chuckled again. 

“Now, how about that spar? Man to person,” Warriors said. 

“You’re going to regret this,” Wild said. He was only joking, which Warriors caught on to. Warriors bent his knees and got into an attacking position. 

“I don’t think so. You’re going down,” Warriors taunted jokingly. 

Wild brought his sword back up and easily fell into a stance his body remembered more than his mind did. He took a deep breath to center himself, then lunged forward into battle. 

[bi-bard]

In Your Disbelief, You'll Clear Your Eyes as If You're Seeing Light for the Very First Time - Sebastian Sanger Imagine [HBO's Titans]

Title: In Your Disbelief, You'll Clear Your Eyes as If You're Seeing Light for the Very First Time

Pairing: Sebastian Sanger X Reader

Based On: Goes On and On

Word Count: 940 words

Warning(s): none

Summary: (Y/n) and Sebastian find themselves in the care of the Titans. While they are dealing with the reality of being suddenly pulled away from their lives, (Y/n) tries to keep hopes high with the promise of what could be after all of this is said and done.

Author's Note: This one is really short because the story for this song didn't really need to be super long.

Part One of "September" [Release Date: 10/13/2023]

Part Three of "September" [Release Date: 10/17/2023]

YEARBOOK - SLEEPING AT LAST WRITING CHALLENGE MASTERLIST

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I had never been as overwhelmed as I was when Sebastian and I found ourselves being dragged into a huge RV and driven into the woods.

Well, Sebastian was dragged. I had kind of impulsively followed.

Regardless of how we found ourselves there, we were both sitting in the middle of the woods with a bunch of strangers. Strangers that seemed to all have some kind of powers and some kind of knowledge about everything going on around us that we didn't fully understand.

I had a vague understanding of who we were with.

There was Dick and Kory. They seemed to be the leaders of the leaders of the group. There was Rachel, who seemed to have a connection to Sebastian through whatever that woman wanted to push at in the police station. There was Conner and Gar. I didn't know much about either. Just that Conner had superstrength and was just a little bit terrifying when I had to force him to let me go with Sebastian.

Beyond that, I didn't know anything about them.

They spoke about helping us. Protecting Sebastian from that woman in the police station. Sebastian had described a bit of that to me. Something about the woman insisting that he repeat these three words that were apparently powerful in some way.

It was so strange.

Just days ago, we were living in peace. Making breakfast and kissing before either one of us left. Me sitting and organizing my CDs while he worked on his game. Existing in this perfect silence that we had created for ourselves. It was quiet, but it was exactly as it should have been.

Now, we were running for our lives.

It was too much.

I was sitting on the half-log that was next to Sebastian's. He had his hood on, staring down at the ground. I wanted to help him. I just didn't know how. This situation had never crossed my mind as one that was possible.

I took a deep breath.

"How are you feeling," I asked quietly.

"Scared, confused, overwhelmed," Sebastian muttered back. "Take your pick."

I reached over and grabbed his hand. "It's gonna be okay."

"How can you know that?"

"Because we're always okay," I shrugged. Sebastian scoffed and shook his head. "You're right. That was bullshit. I'm sorry."

I saw a small grin cross his lips.

I grinned back. "But... from what you told me about what happened in that police station... a lot of this is your choice. And when or if it comes down to it, I have faith that you'll pick the right one."

"Why?"

"Because you're you and I know you," I scootched on the seat so I could be a little closer to him. "I know that I've chosen a man who is smart and kind. Who can understand a situation for more than what it is on the surface."

He chuckled. "So much hope."

"Yup," I replied. I pulled his hand over to press my lips to the back of it. "I'll always have hope for you."

He nodded. "Thank you."

I just nodded back to him.

I turned my head back to stare at the old fire pit in front of us. Previously burned leaves and sticks had left this black pit on the ground, surrounded perfectly by rocks. Perfectly contained chaos. A black hole with a barrier.

I tilted my head at it.

I thought of Sebastian in that moment. This kind, quiet person with the possibility to break the barrier and cause chaos on a wide scale. I wondered what it was like. Beyond stressful, of course. What was it like to be told that there was so much at your fingertips that you just had to reach out and take it?

"After all of this," I said, "we should move."

"What," he asked, chuckling again. "That's what you're thinking about right now?"

"Our future?" I looked at him. "Of course, I am."

He ran his thumb over my knuckles. "Alright, fine. Where would you want to move?"

"Somewhere quiet. Private," I explained. "Where no one could bother us. Where fate and destiny wouldn't matter anymore."

"Sounds lovely."

"We could have that," I replied. "A perfect future like that. A place for us to call home. And then, we'd just let time pass around us. Just something peaceful."

"How long have you been thinking about this?" his eyebrows furrowed.

I shrugged. "A while."

I had been thinking about it since the first night that I stayed at his place. The idea of it made my chest feel warm. Full of love. It was something that I thought about every time that I woke up before him. He would get his game developed and then we would find our own little place to live without the noise and stress. We'd both have a home. A place where we could both exist with no fear of rejection or abandonment.

"I love you," I said after a little while.

He grinned at me. "I love you too."

After that, Rachel walked down to us from the RV.

I looked back at the old firepit, letting the pair talk about what had happened at the police station. I didn't want to interfere with something that I didn't truly know anything about.

I was going to pull my hand away so he could focus a bit better, but I felt his hand grip mine a bit tighter when I tried. I grinned to myself, adjusting my grip so it was a bit better.

I knew then that my hope was well-placed.

Well, I thought that my hope was well-placed.

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[grismavessel]

So i kinda have alor of question but Lil just Ask you 3, there about gris / ingo!vessel au

1.what would happen if ingo went angry ?

2.did gris ever calmed ingo from being angry ?

3.how did the two meet ?

Sorry if they where already answered but i really liké the vessel au and you're Ship. ^^

Anyway have a nice day :]

Ah! Hi!

I try to organize the posts as much as I can but keeping an orderly blog is tough OvO (you can always send an ask I'm always happy to answer) so I actually can't remember if I've answered these before, though I have some writings here and there that do answer this stuff (stares at ao3) but I'm always happy to talk and ramble more about them!

Vessel Ingo is relatively a new idea for this blog (if you don't count @/nartothelar twin dragons au and also @/narutojacksondemigod came up with it first <3) and I haven't come up with much else but I have been thinking about how it fits into the Vessel AU as a whole. It'd like to think that not every legendary can turn someone into a vessel/puppet.

If Ingo got angry

Ingo only really shows his anger when something absolutely foolish/selfish/rude happens. He rarely ever does get angry with Gris but of course, no one is perfect so the two do get into disagreements and both are stubborn as hell. He does show it, only on the rarest occasions.

If Zekrom Ingo were to get mad, Zekrom would be able to feel the sudden rise of emotion and 'wake up', which causes Ingo's appearance to change. Clouds will gather and if Ingo were upset enough it could storm. Sparks would start flying off of him and could leave small marks.

If he's super pissed, as in someone who had thoroughly wronged him (cough cough probably volo cough) it would be the thunderstorm to end all thunderstorms and Ingo would be littered with Zekrom's scales all over his body. The dude's a generator for emotional and physical electricity.

Sometimes he can calm himself out of it but having a legendary pokemon taking residence in your head means sometimes you aren't entirely in control. Zekrom feels like it is in danger and will continue to lash out. Either Ingo finds some way to let the anger out until Zekrom is pleased or it backlashes and leaves Ingo with a horrible headache that leaves him bedridden.

Ingo getting angry causes many problems for those in the radius and himself.

Gris calming Ingo

In this whole au Gris has double jeopardy. They have both Arceus and Giratina fighting for who gets control. Gris is the most qualified to help Ingo with Zekrom, or at least understand what is happening and what to do. Also, Gris is Ingo's partner, so regardless of circumstance, Gris would try and help Ingo anyways out of care, concern, and love.

When Ingo is showing signs of letting out a storm or becoming a lightning rod, Gris reaches out to him slowly. The reason being Ingo gets jumpy during his storms, Gris has been shocked on more than one occasion, and it just eases Ingo's state of mind better. A slow descent.

Physical touch helps to ground Ingo during his storms, and Gris would hold him. Ingo can recognize Gris's presence and already it soothes him immensely. If touch is not enough Gris would talk to him. Ask him what he wants to do tomorrow, or what to eat, and they'll tell him sweet nothings and reassurances. Even try cracking jokes if Gris could improve them. Talking him down and taking his mind and therefore Zekrom off of the thing that upset him.

Sometimes it's not enough to totally die down the storm, Gris stays close to him anyways because the aftermath always ends with Ingo's headaches and body aches. Cold water and heavy blankets.

If its very dire, Gris could coax either Giratina or Arceus out. Zekrom can sense either two and stop whatever it's doing to Ingo to retreat. It works every time but it's Gris's turn to deal with being a host. Both wind up with headaches and are forced to huddle in bed.

It's not the nicest circumstance, but in the au they have each other for comfort.

How they met

ah, a tale as old as time

Gris is the hero of hisui, so they take up the player character's role in hunting and capturing every pokemon and quelling the nobles in pokemon legends. So they don't meet Ingo until he goes to Jubilife village by the request of Irida.

The two don't get off on the right foot since Gris and Ingo are different. Ingo's the respected warden who keeps to himself (with no indoor voice) and is very careful. Gris is this out-of-place punk that is loud and clumsy. They don't really connect until after they battle where Gris wipes the floor with Ingo and impresses him, then they almost get crushed by some boulders and Gris saves him which starts the eventual avalanche that leads to them dating. It's that strangers to best friends to lovers trope <3

In the vessel au they can also sense something odd about one another from minute one. Ingo feels a sense of dread and smallness due Zekrom being sort of a lesser god in the pantheon, and Gris feels just a strange familiarity since both Giratina and Arceus aren't so acquainted with the Tao Trio. Neither really know that they're both stuck with the same problem until the two grow closer as friends and confide/discover it with one another.

I lot of people really like the au and I wish I had more time and skill to do a lot more with it, but it's cool to see people so interested in it! <3

So glad you like Gris n Ingo together, I know not a ton of people enjoy oc x canon stuff but again, it's so cool to see people interested <3<3

[shiroi---kumo]

[@kazeofthemagun] (for Cid, I miss him :>)

The Windarian adjusted his position upon a nearby cargo box - back bent and both elbows resting against his legs. "So, how's it coming along..?"

He had previously agreed to allow Cid to inspect his equipment, including Orthrus. The gun seemed to be the only proper firearm he had seen so far in Wonderland, which was strange. The Comodeen still used the air in their lungs as a crude substitute for gunpowder, after all. It wasn't even comparable - the damage a dart could do and the damage from a bullet. While the former could have the advantage of poison, it simply was not a viable weapon in advanced warfare.

Hence the idea - let the blond reverse-engineer Windarian technology and hopefully get the resistance some proper gear.

Still, he felt uneasy without Orthrus at his side. Though he still had the Magun, Bahamut's hand cannon was not exactly the best fit for... a quick pull-out-and-shoot. He felt like a wolf without teeth, with a high-yield explosive. That was one of the main things he felt jealous of when it came to White Cloud and the Maken. His other could actually depend on his Demon Weapon in most every scenario, and not just when he wanted to reduce the nearest square mile to a charred wasteland, or somebody's body to a fine red vapor.

Talk about overkill.

The Wind needed his damn sidearm back sooner or later, and he'd much rather it be sooner. "Cid." He verbally poked at the engineer.

It was almost like a scene from kindergarten - a child repeatedly complaining for their toy back. Except this was a grown man, and the "toy" was a tool of murder. Either way, it was probably hard to work under such conditions.

˚₊‧꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚ It's strange to hear the Windarian talk. He next to never has a conversation with him, much less comes to him to do so. It's even more surprising that he's allowed the technician to not just handle but remove his side arm from his presence so that he can reverse engineer it in a way. The blond has been scrawling down whatever notes come to his mind as he examines the details. He doesn't need to take his time or write anything in a way that would make sense to the others.

He could write it out in the neatest diagram ever and it still would leave the rest of the Comodeen clueless so this will do for now. He will organize his notes on his computer at a later date. Kaze sounds impatient and he can't say he entirely blames him. A gunman without a gun at his side? He can't say the feeling must be very comfortable.

But he's safe here. There's no need for it in the presence of the people around him and he would certainly hope that the soil mage has no intentions of going anywhere any time soon with the way Kumo's been acting in recent days. The swordsman practically lives in bed and seems to be sleeping any chance he can get. So as long as Kumo's still off somewhere snoring away, that means Kaze doesn't have any reason to leave.

Those two are practically glued at the hip these days.

But it's the sound of his name leaving the Windarain's lips that has the blond putting the final pieces back together and handing the weapon back to taller man. He has to say he's surprised but there's a voice in the back of his mind telling him not to make a big deal out of the fact that the man who only ever calls him engineer just used his actual name. If he wants him to continue to do so, he needs to not make a fuss about it.

And he absolutely wants him to continue to do so.

"Ah, here. Sorry Kaze. It's an interesting piece of technology. Your people really knew how to make an effective firearm. I'll be sure to work this into projects where I can. It's been a big help. Thank you for letting me look it over."

The blond sounds with his hands on his hips and a smile on his lips. His hands linger at his sides for a moment before they cross over his chest and he continues to give the man a half smile.

"Say..." he starts as his tone shifts into something a tad more serious as the looks the man over from head to toe once and then twice. "...do you mind if I ask you some questions about you? Your weaponry is important but I also wanna know how you are and how you work. Do you have a moment so we could talk for a minute?"

[the-ragingenby]

Guess who actually finished the first chapter of that fic they said they were gonna write?

And guess who still doesn’t have a beta reader :,)

Anyway, here’s the AO3 cross post:

Dear Fellow Traveler

Chapter 1: Beginnings

“Morgan, hey. Are you okay?” Morgan was startled out of his thoughts by Garcia, who had gingerly poked her head into his office. He quickly pulled on his usual lazy smile.

“Hey, baby girl.” Morgan replied, waving her in. “You can come in, y’know. No need to lurk outside.” Garcia nervously fiddled with her hands as she stepped inside, carefully inching towards his desk.

“You, uh, didn’t answer my question.” Garcia stated, wincing at her own blunt tone. “Sorry, I’m just…I’m worried. About you, I mean. I know that this case was kind of…heavy. And you took it especially hard.” She paused when Morgan didn’t reply right away. “I know I wasn’t there and I wouldn’t understand, blah blah. Whatever run of the mill excuses you’ll give to wave me off. But I’ll say this, take the rest of today to catch up with some friends. Or even go out and meet someone. Just anything to get you out of this office.”

At that, Morgan let out a sigh. “And I thought I was being so good about hiding it too.” He laughed dryly. Garcia covered her mouth to conceal a laugh.

“Listen, hot stuff, you may think you’re so great at hiding your emotions in the same way you're amazing at reading people, but it doesn’t work that way.” Garcia teased. “So, are you going to do what I suggested? Unless you want to sit down and have a long chat about what’s bothering you with Hotch.”

At that, Morgan winced. He loved Hotch, as his boss. He was a great guy. But he didn’t want to bother him with his own issues. And he most likely had his own things to attend to, probably with Jack. “If I’m being honest, Garcia, most of the friends I did have around here either moved on or left. I haven’t made the effort to make any new ones, and I’m not in a clubbing mood.”

Surprisingly, Garcia didn’t seem at all surprised, instead digging in her pocket for a crumpled piece of paper and flinging it at him. While he was distracted, she snatched his phone off his desk and started fiddling with it. “Since I didn’t want you to be mopey for the next week, I’ve decided to set you up with a friend of mine. Well, online friend. But I’ve run so many security checks on him that I may as well know him in person. Which I do. Sort of.”

“Garcia.” Morgan began, reaching for his phone as Garcia stepped back just out of reach. “Listen, I don’t really need to be set up for any romantic endeavors. I’m pretty good at that on my own.” Garcia smiled devilishly.

“I never intended to set you up romantically, but now you’re giving me ideas.” She snickered, dodging neatly as Morgan flung the paper right back at her. After a few moments, she handed him back his phone, now with a newly installed application specifically for chatting. “His name is Spencer Reid, and he works and studies at a relatively nearby university. I’ve already sent a friend request for you. Now, be nice to him and have fun!”

Garcia bowed and pranced back out of the office, looking much more like her usual self. Morgan sighed, looking down at his phone to see just what Garcia had put him up to. After a few minutes of looking through the different settings on the app, he eventually spotted the username of who he assumed to be this Spencer Reid guy. It was pretty obvious, considering what he chose. Come on, throughthe_Reids? Seriously? Morgan could almost guarantee he could come up with something more creative than that.

After a few minutes of hesitation, he quickly typed out a text, but hesitated to send it. Maybe he should wait until he gets home. Or maybe he just shouldn’t send it at all. But, Garcia did encourage it, after all. Maybe it would be good for him. But on the other hand, stranger danger and all that.

Feeling conflicted, Morgan decided to head home first and figure things out later. He said his usual goodbyes to the team and left before Garcia could bully him into sending this one text before he was ready.

After the short drive home, Morgan collapsed on his bed, contemplating what to do for the rest of the evening when he suddenly remembered Garcia and the whole online friend thing. Ah, what the hell? What’s the worst that could happen? Despite his reservations, Morgan sent the text and promptly flung his phone away, embarrassed at how stupid he sounded.

[9:43 pm]

De-reel_Morgan: Hey. You must be Spencer Reid, right? A friend of mine said I should introduce myself and maybe get to know you? Sorry, I’m not good at introductions.

It had hardly been thirty seconds when his phone chimed. Carefully, as though his phone was suddenly radioactive or something, Morgan picked it up and read over the response he got.

[9:43 pm]

throughthe_Reids: Haha, no worries. It’s nice to meet you, Derek Morgan. Penelope has told me a lot about you. And honestly? You seem to be as amusingly charming as she says you are.

To his surprise, Morgan felt himself growing embarrassed over a single text from this guy. But that didn’t make any sense at all. He was usually the one sending the alluring messages, not the other way around. If only he knew this guy as much as he seemed to know Morgan.

[9:44 pm]

De-reel_Morgan: Well I guess I’ll take that as a compliment.

[9:44 pm]

throughthe_Reids: Mmm. Consider it a half-compliment, half-teasing insult.

Ah, so the guy’s a jokester, huh? Morgan would bet on his life that Garcia had everything to do with this opening Spencer pulled out. He made a mental note to text her later.

[9:45 pm]

throughthe_Reids: In any case, considering everything Penelope’s told me, I suppose I should introduce myself properly. Since I know you won’t ask, you chicken.

Morgan could barely keep himself from laughing, even though he knew the guy was right. At this point, he didn’t want to ask too many questions. He might start accidentally profiling him or something. And he didn’t want to scare Spencer off. Garcia would not let him live it down.

[9:45 pm]

throughthe_Reids: My name is Spencer Reid and I am currently both a student and teacher’s aide. I enjoy reading, chess, and Doctor Who.

[9:45 pm]

throughthe_Reids: I occasionally write for myself in my free time, which is pretty scarce these days. But I’m glad I’ve made time to talk to you. You seem nice, if not overly cautious not to say something wrong. But I hear you’re normally like that, so I won’t take it too personally.

[9:46 pm]

De-reel_Morgan: Oh, so you’re the studious type? That’s interesting. What have you read recently?

[9:46 pm]

throughthe_Reids: Well, I read War and Peace by Leo Tolstoy this morning at breakfast.

[9:46 pm]

De-reel_Morgan: Like, started it?

[9:47 pm]

throughthe_Reids: Nope. Finished it. Start to finish.

[9:47 pm]

throughthe_Reids: I know, you’re probably shocked, but please hold the applause.

[9:48 pm]

De-reel_Morgan: So now you’re messing with me for real now.

Morgan couldn’t believe this guy. Did he really think Morgan was that stupid? He and Garcia will be having a serious chat tomorrow.

[9:49 pm]

throughthe_Reids: I’m really, truly not. I have an eidetic memory, and quite a fast reading speed on top of that.

[9:49 pm]

throughthe_Reids: I’ve already read it a few times before anyway. I just wanted to re-read it for the fun of it.

[9:50 pm]

De-reel_Morgan: I think ‘quite fast’ is an understatement. And don’t you mean re-Reid?

[9:50 pm]

throughthe_Reids: Hah! That’s a good one. I think we’re going to get along just fine.

Morgan couldn’t help his smile. He took back every bad thing he’s thought about this guy. Surprising himself, he was actually excited to keep talking to Spencer.

[9:51 pm]

throughthe_Reids: As much as I’d love to keep talking all evening, I think you should get some rest. From what Penelope told me, you and your team have just solved a case and your hours are both ridiculous and unpredictable.

[9:51 pm]

throughthe_Reids: Knowing this, I want you to get some rest. While I’m not sure who this ‘team’ is, I can only assume you hold a government job. I don’t want to hinder your performance at all, so go to bed!

[9:52 pm]

throughthe_Reids: Make sure you eat something and take care of yourself. We’ll talk again tomorrow.

[9:53 pm]

De-reel_Morgan: You seem to know a lot for just being a college student.

[9:53 pm]

throughthe_Reids: Well, I do have a friend, or mentor rather, that kind of gave me some insight into some government agencies, specifically with law enforcement. But he never gives me many details.

[9:54 pm]

throughthe_Reids: I’ve been trying to pry just one complete story out of him, but he won’t budge. So I’ve only got bits and pieces of information.

[9:54 pm]

throughthe_Reids: Anywho, good night! Sleep well, Derek :p

De-reel_Morgan: Goodnight, Spence.

Morgan heaved a sigh, feeling conflicted. The guy seemed nice enough. Though this mentor of his caused some concern. What if this guy was a spy or something who’s come to extract government secrets? No, that can’t be it. Garcia wouldn’t let that happen. And speaking of Garcia, Morgan decided to shoot her a text.

[10:03 pm]

Morgan: Hey mama, tell me more about this Spencer guy.

[10:05 pm]

Garcia: Morgan the whole point of putting you up to this is for you to get to know him on your own

[10:06 pm]

Garcia: If I give you the answers thats CHEATING

[10:06 pm]

Morgan: Come on, Penelope. He was being cryptic about his mentor telling him about government secrets and stuff.

[10:07 pm]

Garcia: I can almost guarantee that is not what he said

[10:08 pm]

Garcia: And if you really need to know the mentor is a teacher at the university

[10:08 pm]

Garcia: A former federal agent

[10:09 pm]

Garcia: But I cant tell you their name or anything like that

[10:09 pm]

Garcia: So youre going to have to trust me here

Morgan frowned, fears not being appeased at all. But he decided to let it go, for now. He’ll get answers out of her eventually.

Taking Spencer’s advice, even if he wasn’t physically there to make sure, Morgan decided to call it a night. As he drifted off the sleep, his thoughts floated towards the comedic student. Despite his reservations, he was really growing to like the guy. And he was actually excited to talk to him tomorrow.

~

The next morning, Morgan started getting ready for work when he took a moment to check his phone. Spencer had texted him pretty early in the morning. The hypocrite, telling Morgan to go to bed just to be up late himself.

[3:48 am]

throughthe_Reids: You’re probably sleeping, which is good. But I just couldn’t get this out of my head. So when you get a chance, you should totally start watching Doctor Who.

[3:49 am]

throughthe_Reids: But not because I’m up late watching it. No way. No sir. That’s not the reason in the slightest.

[4:19 am]

throughthe_Reids: Actually, I just realized you’ll probably be at work by the time you see these, so I hope you have a good day! Talk to you later :p

Morgan stared, trying to decide just how to reply when he received a text from Garcia.

[7:30 pm]

Garcia: ROUND TABLE IN 30

Damn it all. Hesitantly, Morgan decides to quickly reply, not wanting to leave Spencer hanging.

[7:33 am]

De-reel_Morgan: Since you’re recommending it, maybe I’ll give it a look. Just let me know where to start.

[7:33 am]

De-reel_Morgan: And you have a good day too, Spence.

Morgan sighed, annoyed at his boring response. He wanted to tease the guy, he really did, but he didn’t know how much Spencer could handle. He really, really, didn’t want to scare him off.

Morgan made it to the office with ten minutes to spare. The second he stepped out of the elevator, Garcia practically ambushed him, bombarding him with question upon question. “So what do you think of him? Do you like him? We’re, I mean, I’m anxious to know.” At the last one, he raised an eyebrow.

“What do you mean ‘we’?” Morgan asked, starting to head towards the conference room. Garcia fiddled with her hands, looking a bit conflicted.

“Well…I may or may not have been asking Spencer for updates. And…stuff.” Garcia mumbled, sneaking past him to dart into the conference room so she wouldn’t have to elaborate.

“You aren’t getting away that easily, baby girl.” Morgan chuckled, sliding into the room after her and settling at his usual chair.

As she begins to present the case to the rest of the team, Morgan fights hard to keep himself focused. Garcia’s admission made his head spin, just a little bit. Was Spencer really that worried about what he thought about him? The thought made him feel a little better about all the messages he’s been sending. If he feels a little anxious, he can only imagine what Spencer was feeling.

And considering everything, Morgan could probably drop his suspicions of Spencer being some sort of evil entity. For now. One can never be too careful.

“Morgan?” JJ was staring at him, head slightly tilted in concern. “You okay? You’re acting kind of spacey this morning, more so than when you’ve had a long night out on the town.”

“And without us, might I add.” Prentiss added, an amused smirk on her lips. “Someone running you ragged?”

“Man, y’all are really ganging up on me this morning.” Morgan laughed, expertly dodging their playful questioning as Hotch interrupted.

“Alright, guys. We have two missing women to find, and its already been a few hours. Wheels up in ten.” Hotch announced, nodding to dismiss them, then disappeared from the room.

Morgan quickly followed suit, grabbing his go-bag from his office and followed the team to the elevator.

~

Thankfully, this case went significantly better than their last one. They managed to find both women alive and take the unsub into custody in one piece. Morgan was grateful for the reprieve.

He decided to call it quits early and start heading home. Morgan felt like he could sleep for a thousand years, but still be tired. Maybe I should check out that Doctor Who thing Spencer was mentioning. It would give me something else to talk about with him.

Just as he was starting to gather his things, his phone buzzed. He dug around in his pocket and glanced at it, raising an eyebrow when he realized it was Garcia.

[11:58 pm]

Garcia: Hey

[11:58 pm]

Garcia: Text Spencer if you need someone to talk to

[11:59 pm]

Garcia: I promise hes willing to listen and wont judge you too harshly

[11:59 pm]

Garcia: And wont harass you for deets at work the next morning

Despite himself, he let out a huffing laugh. Ah, Garcia. She was right, because of course she was. But he couldn’t help but feel like he would be bothering him. Spencer was a student first and foremost, then a teacher’s aide on top of that at a university. Morgan wasn’t even sure of which one. Why would he be wasting his time on—

You know what, screw it. Morgan steeled himself and sent Spencer a text. After all, he did promise they’d talk later.

[12:01 am]

De-reel_Morgan: Hey, sorry I couldn’t talk sooner. We had a pretty rough case.

Morgan swiftly shoved his phone back into his pocket, not wanting to read Spencer’s reply right away, whenever it came in. He headed to the elevator, near which JJ was standing.

“Oh, I see you're heading out earlier than usual.” She noted, eyeing him. “I guess Prentiss was right?” Morgan shook his head.

“You guys are just jumping to conclusions. I haven’t really found anyone, yet.” Morgan stated, shrugging slightly. JJ blinked, clearly doubtful, but didn’t voice it.

“He’s a liar!” Garcia called as she sped past in her heels, a few files held in her hands. Morgan shot her a look, but she just smiled and disappeared into the cave she called an office.

JJ raised her eyebrows and turned to question Morgan, but he slipped into the elevator and left with a teasing grin and wave. “See ya.”

By the time he got home, he had almost managed to forget about his impromptu text to Spencer, when his phone suddenly buzzed. He took a glance and felt his heart melt a little at the response he received.

[12:18 am]

throughthe_Reids: Oh, hey. I heard vaguely from Penelope, hence my lack of messages throughout the day. I didn’t want to interrupt your train of thought.

[12:18 am]

throughthe_Reids: But I’m glad it seems to have gone well. At least you’re back in one piece. I’m assuming. You aren’t hurt, are you?

Morgan felt a smile pulling at his lips. Aw, Spence was worried about me.

[12:19 am]

De-reel_Morgan: I’m fine, and so is the rest of my team, thankfully. Things went better than expected this time around.

[12:19 am]

throughthe_Reids: That’s good. I’m glad.

[12:19 am]

throughthe_Reids: I’m not sure what I would’ve done if you said otherwise. I mean, to like visit and stuff. Because yeah.

[12:20 am]

throughthe_Reids: But I’m sure you meant that physically, not necessarily emotionally. If you want to talk, just say the word.

Why is everyone and their mom bombarding me about my feelings? Morgan couldn’t help but laugh a little. But with Spencer worrying, he found that the feeling wasn’t too bad or overwhelming. Though, I don’t want to make him worry too much.

[12:21 am]

De-reel_Morgan: I could be better, but it's nothing serious. So don’t worry your pretty little head, alright?

Ah, maybe he shouldn’t have said that. He was trying hard not to be as forward as he usually is, and he didn’t even know what the guy looked like. As he sat there in tense silence, his phone eventually buzzed again.

[12:25 am]

throughthe_Reids: I don’t know about pretty, but alright.

[12:26 am]

throughthe_Reids: In any case, if you don’t want to talk, may I offer a distraction? I find they help a little when you don’t feel like confronting your emotions and such.

[12:26 am]

De-reel_Morgan: Yes. Please. Anything.

[12:27 am]

throughthe_Reids: You might regret saying ‘anything’. But you need to watch Doctor Who. I’d say start with the 2005 version of Doctor Who, since we both know you don’t have the time (or motivation most likely) to watch the 1963 version.

[12:28 am]

De-reel_Morgan: And you think I’ll like it?

[12:28 am]

throughthe_Reids: Well, I’d hope so. And if you don’t, then consider it a way of getting to know me.

[12:29 am]

De-reel_Morgan: Then it sounds like it’s worth it. Thanks, Spence.

[12:32 am]

throughthe_Reids: Yeah, no problem.

[12:33 am]

throughthe_Reids: Also, if you ever get stuck on any of your cases, I’m often a consultant for the local police department, so maybe I can be of some help.

[12:34 am]

throughthe_Reids: Just something to keep in mind. Don’t feel pressured to mention anything about the cases to me if you don’t want to.

[12:35 am]

De-reel_Morgan: Don’t worry, Spence. And I’ll keep it in mind, thanks.

[12:36 am]

De-reel_Morgan: Anyway, I’m gonna go start watching this show. I think you should get some rest. I’m sure you had a busy day. And you were up late watching Doctor Who.

[12:37 am]

throughthe_Reids: Aw, you caught me.

[12:38 am]

throughthe_Reids: Fine. I’ll go to bed, just for you.

[12:39 am]

throughthe_Reids: I hope you enjoy it! Good night, Derek. Don’t follow my example and go to sleep sooner rather than later.

[12:40 am]

De-reel_Morgan: I make no promises. Night, Spence.

Morgan laid back on his bed, quickly finding and watching the first few episodes of Doctor Who (the 2005 version because he did not have the patience for 1963). Even though he read the description, it wasn’t what he was expecting, but he can say he enjoyed it.

Before he knew it, it was almost four in the morning, and Morgan decided to call it for the night. As he slowly slipped into sleep, he realized that maybe he was interested in Spencer. Just a little. But he wouldn’t admit it to Garcia. Not yet.

[theinternetisfulloftrash]

Omg for the prompts: “if you called just to get off on my voice, i’m hanging up” !!!! It can be for whatever character/real Dylan, doesn’t matter, I know you’ll do it justice 😄

OoOOoOo!

I realllllllly hope I can, anon. I'm sure as hell gonna try ;)

I'm gonna write this with Dylan, because I'm the most confident in my ability to write him well. I hope that's okay <3 This is phone sex... so like... warning?

Prompt list HERE

Tell Me

What hell time is it? Is that your phone? God, you hated falling asleep on the couch. You always woke up so confused. It was just supposed to be one more episode, but that turned into four and at some point, you'd fallen asleep. It took you a few moments to come around to even be certain your phone was actually ringing before you reached over and snatched it from the coffee table. 4 AM.

"What the fuck?" You muttered under your breath before you registered who was calling. It was Dylan. You swiped to answer the call. "Hello?"

"Hey, you."

"Is everything okay?" you asked, rubbing your knuckles into your eye to clear the fog.

"Yeah. Everything's fine."

That was a relief, but now you were a little annoyed. "You do realize it's four in the morning here, right?"

"Shit."

You could tell by his tone that it had entirely slipped his mind that he was on the other side of the world. He was filming in Australia, and even after three weeks, he hadn't quite sorted out that he was living almost a full day in the future.

"I'm sorry. I'm an ass. I just..."

He sounded genuinely sorry, and you couldn't really be upset when you heard his voice. It was hard to find time to talk when he was so far away, so now was honestly as good a time as any.

"Just what?"

"Nothin'..."

He was doing that stupid annoyingly cute thing he did where he feigns being coy when he really has nefarious intent.

"Dyl?" you questioned, sitting up a bit on the couch.

"It's just..." he paused, but when he started talking again, his tone changed. There was a slick darkness to it. "I miss you..."

This little shit called for phone sex at 4 in the fucking morning!? "Are you seriously— If you called just to get off on my voice, I'm hanging up."

"Well..." he hummed. "I didn't just call to get off on your voice." It was annoying that he could be so charming while he was perving from another continent.

"Oh no?"

"Thought I could get you off on mine too."

Distance was a frequent enemy for the two of you, so you were no strangers to phone sex, but he wasn't usually so forward. It generally just kind of organically happened during a conversation that began elsewhere.

"You still there?"

"Yeah, yeah...I'm here."

"Well..." His voice was sweet like honey, "interested?

You rolled over onto your back and stared up at the ceiling, listening to him softly breathing as he awaited your response.

"Yes."

"Mmm," he hummed in approval. "Good." You heard a few shuffling sounds before he spoke again. "So I woke you, huh? Wish I was in that bed with you."

You smiled. "I'm on the couch."

"Mmm, okay...What are you wearing?" His voice is muffled for a short moment, like he was blocking his mic.

You look down at your body and grinned because you knew he'd like it. "Those little shorts you like and one of your t-shirts..."

"Mmm."

You could hear the smile on his face.

"Which one?" More shuffling.

"Icee..."

"Oh, I like that one...can't believe I left it there."

"I thought you left it for me," you teased.

"Oh yeah?"

"Mhm..." you wiggled a bit, getting more comfortable. "Looks better on me..."

Dylan laughed softly. "You're right..."

You smirked, worrying your lower lip between your teeth for a moment before you posed a question of your own. "What about you? What are you wearing?"

"Nothing."

"Oh." Your eyes widened. That must have been what you'd been hearing. He'd been taking off his clothes. "Not wasting any time..."

"Mmm, nope. You should probably catch up."

"Yeah?" you questioned, looking around the room at the floor-to-ceiling windows. "You want me to strip naked right here in the living room?"

"It's 4 AM... no one's gonna see..."

You considered just telling him you were naked when you weren't, but that hint of mischief in his voice emboldened you a bit. You set your phone on the arm of the couch behind you and pulled his t-shirt up over your head, accidentally knocking your phone off onto the rug.

"What was that?"

You picked it up from the floor. "The phone was a casualty of my superior stripping skills," you smiled.

He huffed out a little amused breath. "You naked yet?"

"No...not entirely."

"Shirtless?"

"Mhm."

The little groan he let out was so amusing to you. You wished you could see him. He always looked so good when he was desperate.

"Cold in here..." You ran your fingertips down the center of your chest, hoping he was imagining how you must look with your nipples peaked.

"Fuck..." he muttered. "Wish I was there to suck on those pretty things..."

Those words struck a chord and you traced your finger around one of your breasts, tantalizingly slow. You loved how he practically worshipped you with his mouth. You were sure he'd explained every inch of your skin with his mouth and tongue, but his particular fondness for teasing your breasts was well-documented.

"Touch them..." his breathing was a bit more uneven than it'd been before. "Squeeze your nipples and imagine it's me."

You sighed as your fingers traced over the hardened peak of your breast before you pinned it between your thumb and forefinger. You moaned as your eyes fluttered closed and your mind's eye conjured up a hazy image of him.

"Good?" he asked, his voice slick and low. You knew him so well you could tell his mouth was hanging open.

"Yes."

"Tell me..."

Your free hand glided across your skin to the other breast and your squeezed it in your hand, palming it gently before you pinched your nipple between your index and middle finger. "Feels good, but your mouth would feel better..."

"Shit..." His curse was abbreviated by a stuttered intake of breath. "You'd be writhing on the couch if I had my mouth on you."

You laughed softly, your hand gliding down to your navel, tracing soft little patterns on your skin. "Thinkin' about that making you hard?"

"I've been hard since you picked up the phone."

Those words hit different. The warmth that spread through you made your fingers and toes tingle, and you felt the desire pooling up between your legs. He'd made you wet with just a few little words.

"Are you touching yourself?"

"Not yet."

You were impressed. He could behave sometimes, but he wasn't generally one to deny himself pleasure.

"Do you want me to?" he asked, practically purring into the phone.

You closed your eyes again and imagined him laying there naked on his bed, hard and desperate to touch himself, then you imagined the flex of his arm pulling the tendons to the surface when his long fingers wrapped their way around his length.

"Yes."

"You take those shorts off yet?"

Your fingers were teasing at the waistband of them, but you still had them on. "No."

"Take them off."

You obeyed, even though you knew it was more a request than a demand. You slid them down along with your underwear and kicked them off the side of the couch. "They're off..." you breathed, your fingertips gliding up the side of your thigh.

"Good..." he paused for a moment. "Want you to touch yourself when I do...at the same time."

"Okay..." you agreed, your hand gliding up over your thigh until your hand was resting near the heat of your core. You wished he was here. Wishing your hand was his. You missed him so badly you were burning need. Being with him like this was almost torturous because it only made you want him more, but it was better than not having him at all.

"Now."

You moaned as your fingers slipped into your heat. You were so wet already and it felt so good to hear the sounds he made in your ear.

"Feel good?" he panted.

"Mmmm," you hummed, chewing at your lip. "So good...I'm so wet..."

"Got you soaking our couch and I don't even get a taste..." he grunted before he continued. "That's such a fucking shame...you should probably do that for me too..."

Your finger swirled around your clit and you pressed your head back into the cushions as your back arched.

"Tell me how you taste..."

Your toes curled up when you could finally start to hear the sound of his fist working him over, the way his breathing was growing more erratic by the second. You wanted to please him, drive him as insane with need as you felt. You traced along your lower lip with your slick index finger before your tongue wet it and you drew it into your mouth.

The sinful noise he made when you exaggerated the sound of sucking on your finger let you know he was as desperate as you. "Tell me..." he whispered.

"Good...the way I always do..." you breathed, sliding your hand back down your body and between your legs. "But I wish I was sucking on something else..."

"Oh, God..." Dylan said between his teeth. "I wish I could fuck your mouth...so fucking bad."

"Mmm..." You squirmed imagining his hands in your hair, tugging you over his length while he bucks down your throat, but what you really wanted was him buried so deep inside you that you'd forget your name. "Just my mouth?"

He growled at that, the pace of that satisfying slapping sound of his fist quickening a touch more. "No."

You slipped your fingers back inside yourself and curled them up into that sweet spot inside you that made you see little stars. "What would you'd do if you were here right now...?"

He didn't answer right away, but you could still hear the frantic pace of his hand bringing him closer to release. "I'd pin you down on that couch...fold you in half...and fuck you so deep..." He sounded so breathless and gone that you knew he was on the brink. "Make you cum...feel you squeeze around me...fill you to the fuckin' brim..."

Your orgasm was building, like a wave just offshore about to break. The pressure, that ache for release. You were so close. "Dylan...I want you so fucking bad..."

"Me too, baby..." His words were soaked in sin, but there was a sweetness behind them too.

You were so God damn close, and knowing he was right there with you was making the whole thing so much better.

"Baby, holy fucking shit...I'm so close..." he didn't speak for a moment, but the sinful sounds coming out of his mouth didn't stop. He was moaning low and soft, and you could hear the way he was struggling to keep pace, and then it was like a rubber band snapped. "Fuck!" He called out your name and you knew he'd finished.

Your name on his tongue was more than enough to have you base jumping off that same ledge. You cried out in pleasure, his name and half-formed praise falling from your lips as you rode the high of release. You basked in the way it felt to be connected to him even though he was a world away. You nursed yourself through the throes of it, all the while listening to Dylan's heavy breathing in your ear.

"I fucking love you."

[todoscript]

how he would ask you out

request: pls some headcanons of how the boys (shinsou/tamaki/shouto) would ask the girl they like out 🥺

characters: shinsou hitoshi, amajiki tamaki, todoroki shouto

genre: fluff

word count: 3.3k+ total, 900-1200 per character

tags: pining, confessions, fem!reader

author’s notes: sorry if this sounds rushed?? i can’t write 

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SHINSOU HITOSHI

two years after his enrollment into the hero course, shinsou had finally came to terms with the feelings he’s been holding for you for quite some time now.

what began as just friendly encounters and kind gestures felt like something more to him. after all, you were one of the key people that led him to transition smoothly into the class, with your helpful demeanor and coming to his aid whenever he was stressed and troubled by the new environment.

you went out of your way to organize study sessions and small arrangements to mingle and get to know the other students better.

you reiterated to him that if he ever had any questions about anything, he could always come to you.

initially, shinsou thought he was being a burden—that he was just heavy baggage that tied you down.

however, you assured he was anything but, and stated that you were more than happy to help him, even going to say you enjoyed spending time and getting to learn more about him.

at your response, shinsou was appalled at how genuine you were.

appalled… but also very grateful.

eventually, there came a point when he realized there was no mistaking the affection he felt for you—not when he subconsciously noted every one of your habits and intricacies, able to tell whatever emotions were running through you at a simple glance, or when he would stop to admire the way you decided to style your hair differently or changed your look, thinking you seemed even more charming that day by the confidence you exude.

no, at that point, he’s sure it was painfully obvious. so obvious, in fact, that kaminari and mina had chosen to skip today’s group study session in favor of letting the two of you have your “alone time”. whatever that could mean.

shinsou had grimaced over their excuse of “being too busy that day” when you had told him the reasoning they gave you over text, despite knowing their next exam was only a couple days away. recalling just how nosy and enthusiastic they could get when involved in these kinds of affairs, he had an inkling of what exactly those two were planning. you, on the other hand, seemed completely oblivious to their schemes.

however, what did latch onto your mind was the thought of spending the day with only shinsou, in his very room, sitting across from each other with your textbooks open in front of you. though you should be more attentive to your studies, you couldn’t help the palpitations beating loudly in your chest and your wandering eyes that snuck glances at him after every question you answered.

unbeknownst to you, shinsou mirrored your actions all the same, reciprocating the flustered behavior, albeit a bit more subtly.

keep calm, hitoshi. why are you getting all worked up? he would say to himself, putting on his usual facade.

although he came off as relatively calm and collected on the outside, it’s difficult to keep his emotions in check when actions never lie.

that was especially true as he reached his hand out for the eraser you two were sharing between each other. with his eyes continuing to gander down at his notes, he hadn’t noticed that you were lunging for the same thing—not until your fingers had suddenly touched and you both pulled away at a speed equivalent to making contact with fire.

his stare unfaltering, shinsou was surprised to discern the embarrassed look on your face that immediately fixed itself as you rummaged through your pencil pouch. a second later, you pulled out another eraser, one that was notably smaller than the one you were sharing.

“um.. i’ll just use this,” you offered, and shinsou rubbed the back of his neck, the whole situation more awkward than it needed to be considering you never had any trouble sharing your supplies with each other before.

through some examination of your demeanor, shinsou had made a… bold enough claim, thinking that maybe—just maybe—you held the same kind of affections for him as he did for you.

it’s like he recalled earlier—actions never lie—and shinsou didn’t let the quiver of your lips or the intense concentration at your work to avoid meeting his gaze go past his head. that’s what spurred him to finally act on his desires.

without warning, he leaned forward on his seat to lay his hand over yours that caught your attention. you met his eyes, astonished to say the least, but more so concerned by how your eyes widened before you were about to open your mouth to ask him what was wrong.

the violet-haired male beats you to your words, voice resonating firmly, “y/n.”

you blinked. “y-yeah..?”

“i know this might be a bit late coming from me, but,” you could feel his hand tighten atop yours, “after exams, do you want to catch a movie together? just the two of us?”

shinsou fought the urge to look away, bashful at how he made his declaration for your time. the warmth surging under his skin was alleviated at the smile that slowly curled on your lips as you rotate your wrist, your palm touching his. the expression washing over your features told him you’ve been waiting for him to ask you this for a while now.

“i’d love to.”

AMAJIKI TAMAKI

ever a shy and introverted individual, tamaki has never had the heart to ask you out despite years of harboring a crush on you.

every time the thought had crossed his mind, he’d reason poorly with himself that you wouldn’t be interested in him in that way.

it didn’t help that his low self-esteem only deepened that thought that had now rooted itself in his brain.

at such a prestigious school like u.a., you were bound to find someone far more compelling than him—someone with guts, confidence, and great social skills. not a guy like him who conjures the image of potatoes at every anxiety-inducing encounter he comes across.

he was relieved enough to settle himself comfortably as just your friend—a title that allowed him to stay close and keep within your circle, all the while subjecting him to simply admiring you from afar.

but his eyes that held a hidden longing for more weren’t overlooked by a fellow student of his. or to be precise, the ever curious and free-spirited, hadou nejire.

always aware of his surroundings, it was hard not to notice that peculiar stare she’d aim at him during moments where he might’ve just finished speaking to you, or when you’d pass by and his head would naturally drift in your direction.

it was like she was picking apart every detail laid on him and it made tamaki absolutely restless.

tamaki’s suspicions and anxiety were later raised during one instance at the lunch table. he was at his usual seat next to his other big three companions, mirio and the aforementioned nejire, who was eyeing him with a gleam in her eye.

even with his self-consciousness, tamaki did his best not to pay any mind to the undesired attention and munched on his plate of takoyaki—the octopus nestled in the batter sure to come in handy later in training that day.

to his dismay, you passed by their table with your tray of food in hand, and nejire did not waste any time calling you over in that cheery tone of hers.

she invited you to sit down with them. you gave her invitation some thought before ultimately placing yourself in the free spot next to mirio, with nejire and tamaki already seated across from you.

the girl was all smiles and hums while tamaki was in a state of distress, both at his friend’s odd behavior, which was starting to spell trouble, to having you pulled into all of this. mirio was just being mirio, welcoming as always.

you greeted everyone at the table, making eye contact with mirio and nejire, but tamaki evaded your line of sight. he simply waved his reply without breaking away from his balls of takoyaki.

luckily for him, you didn’t give his lack of words much thought and started digging into your own lunch. it was then that nejire found it appropriate to start up a conversation.

“y’know, y/n, i’ve been meaning to ask you this, from one girl to another,” she mused, finger waving around playfully, “are you interested in anyone here?”

upon hearing her question, tamaki almost choked on his bonito flakes, his cheeks puffed and eyes blown. meanwhile, your chewing slowed as you gave your answer some thought.

“uh… well–”

“i’d say fujita from class d is quite the looker! think you’d be interested in them?”

after swallowing the food in his mouth, tamaki began to subconsciously listen in on the conversation. he paid close attention to your responses with bated breath, a small part of him anticipating your answer highly.

“fujita’s nice and all, but i don’t think we’d really get along as a couple.”

tamaki mentally sighed, relief evident all over his face. it was then that mirio had started fitting the pieces together after watching his close friend’s brow wrinkle throughout the entire exchange before finally relaxing at your words. crossing his eyes with nejire’s only confirmed his suspicions as the girl sent him a wink.

as a friend, mirio wasn’t about to let nejire’s operations fall flat. getting up from his seat, he motioned tamaki to come with him.

“i heard they have extra yakisoba bread right now! we should go check it out!” he said as a guise to give the other two time to themselves, free from tamaki’s prying ears.

unaware that mirio had caught on so quickly, tamaki didn’t object to tagging along with him. mostly because he thought of this as an opportunity to get some fresh air and calm his racing heart, finally feeling the effects of the blood rushing to his face.

with tamaki supposedly out of earshot, nejire was free to go about her questions however she wanted.

“okay then, if not fujita, then who? there has to be someone, right?” the girl scooted further in her seat out of pure curiosity. “tell me, is it perhaps someone in our class?”

it was your turn to be stricken by her boldness. you tried picking at your food, stuffing it into your mouth to avoid answering, but nejire’s tenacity outmatched you.

finishing your lunch, you opened your mouth to speak, “actually, the person i’m interested in is pretty close to you…”

nejire feigned ignorance, innocently placing a finger under her chin. “who? mirio?”

“ah no, it’s tamaki, alright?!” you ended up blurting, voice hushed but frantic.

bingo. hearing exactly what she wanted, nejire returned to her original position, a triumphant grin plastered on her lips. replaying what you said out loud in your head, you buried your warm face in your hands.

unbeknownst to you, tamaki had ended up hearing the whole exchange around the corner coming back to their table as mirio lightly snickered at his revelation of an expression.

the blond patted his shoulder. “go on then, you know what to do.” he threw tamaki an encouraging thumbs-up.

the boy gulped in response before inhaling a deep breath of air to prepare himself for what would arguably be the most important yet stress-inducing moment of his life so far.

noticing you getting up to discard your tray, tamaki—through a final push from mirio—went to make his move.

hearing him suddenly call out to you, you were caught off-guard. after admitting to your crush on tamaki to nejire, you felt your cheeks get hot just seeing his face right afterward.

“oh hey, did you get your hands on those yakisoba breads?” you scraped up a way to start the conversation.

“right... that… mirio managed to get the last one in the cafeteria,” he answered. then he brought his hand to rub his elbow, fidgeting in his spot as he found it difficult to look you in the eyes again.

“tamaki? something wrong? are you upset that he got the last yakisoba bread?”

he shook his head. “no, i… it’s just… i’ve been meaning to ask you this for a long time now, but never had the courage to say it to you because i didn’t think you ever liked me that way. but…” he finally mustered the determination to face you head-on. “would you go out with me, y/n?”

at first, you were speechless—absent of words as you relayed his request in your mind over and over again. then, your eyes softened, lips easing into a smile as you reached out for his hand.

“i thought you’d never ask.”

TODOROKI SHOUTO

it’s no surprise to many that when it came to asking someone out, todoroki didn’t exactly know the first thing to do.

mostly because he’s never asked anyone out to begin with.

you were the first person he’s ever felt these kinds of emotions for, and to be frank, he wasn’t sure what to make of everything that had been going through him when that root of infatuation had started to bloom inside him.

rather than sulk or contemplate on his thoughts for too long, he surmised it was best to simply come clean and ask for advice.

but when he confessed to what had been on his mind lately, he wasn’t expecting such a vigorous response from his friends.

“i’ve been thinking about asking y/n out.”

there was a layer of uncomfortable silence amongst the group before all hell eventually broke loose.

midoriya, uraraka, and iida immediately sprung from their seats in the common room, yelling “what?!” in unison. tsuyu and her frog-like mannerisms were more idle, but still surprised nonetheless.

todoroki was unfazed by their reactions, actually expecting it to go that way considering he’s never brought up any topics of that nature before. at the very least, he’s thankful he decided to say this when it was just the five of them. compared to what the whole class’s reaction would have been like, this was incredibly tame.

todoroki was used to always listening to what others had to say and never being the subject of the conversation when it came to dating.

but now things were different. he was openly admitting to them that he was regarding someone romantically. that he possibly sought a relationship with this someone—wanting to be committed to them and become the very best person he could be right next to them. to the four, this was coming completely out of left field.

after everyone simmered down and let the news sink in, the dual-haired boy resumed his thought,

“but i’m not sure how to do it.”

though the entirety of the group never had any experiences when it came to dating, they knew enough from media and pop culture to get an idea on how to help him. more than todoroki could imagine on his own anyway.

“i know! how about we go with the romantic and suave approach!” uraraka suggested. the rest asked her to elaborate.

“it’s simple! it starts by you leaving a note on her desk right before class, saying to meet you on the rooftop of the school! before the designated time, you should wait there for her with a bouquet of flowers, and then when she arrives, confess your feelings and ask her out!”

midoriya rubbed a finger against his cheek, skeptical. “i don’t think that sounds as simple as you’re making it out to be.”

tsuyu chimed in beside him. “those kinds of ideas usually only work well in books, ochako.”

pursing her lips, uraraka gave her plan a once-over, and realized it did seem a bit more involved and out of character than what todoroki was used to.

despite sharing a few more ideas with one another, they couldn’t narrow it down to any perfect one.

that was when iida clapped his hand, bringing everyone’s attention to him.

“alright, i think we’re starting to blow this whole ‘operation’ way out of proportion,” he said.

“if you’re honest about the way you feel about her and show it sincerely, i’m sure she’ll consider your feelings. you don’t have to do anything extravagant when it comes to asking someone out.”

listening throughout every word, todoroki nodded. meanwhile the other three were astonished that their class representative could be so whimsical when it came to romance, which in turn, iida was conflicted by. however, at the very least he was glad they could help out a friend. and so, todoroki went about his day with their discussion in mind.

he found that in many occurrences, whenever he crossed by you and thought of it as a chance to ask you out, there would always be someone to come in and take your time away. leaving him to stand there awkwardly before dismissing the fated question for later.

eventually, the sky dimmed and evening arrived, and by then, the whole class was already back at their dormitory and about to have dinner.

through some rather convenient circumstances, you two were actually assigned on kitchen duty that night.

“it’s been getting pretty cold lately so i was thinking we should cook up a hot pot for everyone.” you gave your idea to him as you pulled out some ingredients from the fridge, waiting for his reply, but it came a few seconds later than you were expecting.

“right. sounds like a good idea,” todoroki answered a tad late. upon realizing it was only going to be the two of you making dinner tonight, his mind was occupied by what he and his friends spoke about earlier.

that was when he started overthinking the situation and absentmindedly half-assed his work.

“todoroki, the cut on the tofu is slightly uneven.” you reviewed his cutting board. looking down, he saw the inconsistent slices of tofu limp in front of him. if bakugou were the executive chef for the evening, he would’ve had to hear an earful from him.

“sorry…” he apologized quietly, reaching out for another cube of tofu to cut.

“is everything okay? i know you’re still learning how to cook, but i’ve seen you show some significant improvement on your knife skills recently.” you voiced your concern for him.

the white and red-haired boy stared at the white bean curd while hearing your worried tone and couldn’t find it within himself to continue the task. it was now or never he thought. he laid the knife flat on the cutting board.

“actually, i wanted to ask you something.” he turned toward you. “do you… want to go out with me?”

nothing but the sound of the fire running on the stove could be heard in the kitchen. todoroki didn’t move his eyes away from you, watching you nearly drop the plate of siu choy and shiitake mushrooms out of shock as your mouth was hanging open.

when you caught onto your bearings, you let out a small laugh. “oh… i… wasn’t expecting that,” you admitted honestly, placing the ingredients on the counter safely.

the boy furrowed his brows. “is that a no?”

“n-no! i mean that isn’t my answer! i–” you fumbled with your words, cheeks warming up now that his confession had finally sunk in. in the meantime, todoroki found your reaction quite amusing. the corner of his lip quirked into a grin.

“what i mean to say is that yes, i’d love to go out with you.” you accepted the offer wholeheartedly. todoroki would be lying if his heart wasn’t throbbing from anticipation. he’s glad he’s able to rest and put that aside.

“now let’s continue making this hot pot together!” you cheered, smiling widely and he found comfort in your words before resuming slicing the tofu.

[ladywaifuuwrites]

Pillars reacting to their crush who’s small but strong

Request: male pillars reacting to a really strong female pillar whos like super short like 4′10-5′ and they crush on them.

Pairings: Male pillars x fem! reader

Synopsis: Their crush is a strong smol pillar ^_^

Warnings: manga spoiler

a/n: I smiled at your request since I’m small too. Like I’m 5′0. And I’m kinda scared to do face to face classes since the boys at my school will tease me for not getting taller. Hmph. SO HERE YA GO. You’re the first request! Have a nice day whoever u are!

And I am so sorry this is so long! ASJDAOFHHASK. I got carried away in some of those storylines. I hope this makes sense (wrote this when I was hungry).

This would be a headcanon I assume. 

I’m sorry if It’s taking me long to answer requests but don’t worry I’ll write those! I’ll probably upload rules for future requests :)

Giyuu Tomioka

yo this guy is tall not kidding

Giyuu is head over heels for you. He’ll want to protect you since you’re the most precious things he’s ever laid eyes on

Sparkles in his eyes whenever he sees you✨

He doesn’t want to lose you so he’s butting in on all of your missions. You get annoyed and you think he’s looking down on you.

You two get into a fight and doesn’t fix it since Giyuu’s communication is bad. It ends up in you walking away.

Nighttime and demons are lurking around in the forest as you take a stroll to clear your mind. Then a demon launches on you but thanks to your quick reflexes you dodge.

It’s a strong demon, close enough to become one of the lower moons. But nothing you can’t handle.

Giyuu senses a demon nearby and he frantically searches for you. *sim dads reaction when the mother goes into labor lmaooooo*

Lights fill up an area of the forest from the techniques you use. In like 2 strikes the demon dies.

He finally finds you as the demon’s ashes blow away. Your hair is dramatically blowing too.

He’s just staring at you then hugs you “I’m sorry. I’m not underestimating you…I just want to protect you.”  

Then all good. He’s amazed by how strong you are despite you’re short stature. You’re going to missions together and sometimes he just watches you finish off the demon. Just happy to see that satisfied smile you have when you kill a demon.

Muichiro Tokito

When he first met you at the pillar meeting, he muttered his thoughts, wondering how could someone be that small? You’re in the same age but you’re small.

Shinobu heard him since she was beside him and said “that’s rude to ask someone”. She’s lowkey offended.

Tengen retorts to Muichiro. “You’re small too…??”

Since it’s rude, he kept his mouth shut. You’re the same age as him when you entered the corps. He thinks you’ll grow up anyway. 

Surprise surprise you grew up, 2 inches. But still small. 

He gets nervous a bit around you since puberty did you good. Won’t admit it though.

Cue swordsmith village arc

He’s having trouble dealing with Gyokko. (I hate his face. It’s weird and ugly.)

Then minutes later, you show up out of nowhere, giving great damage to the demon.

“Are you okay?” you ask him with concern and you two fight off the fish demon.

He’s in awe because you actually took over the fight. Sure you have injuries but those are minor compared to his and you were very careful.

He’s injured so he couldn’t do much but you saved him and the civilians by defeating the demon. That’s when he realized how amazing you are and you earn his respect. 

Days pass by and you two along with the other demon slayers are commended by Oyakata-sama.

He thanks you when the both of you are walking together. He’s very grateful for what you did and you two become closer afterwards.

“Ah young love.” Mitsuri sighs blissfully as she watches you two leave the headquarters.

Kyojuro Rengoku 

Kyojuro knows you’re small and he knows you’re strong. You’re one of his trainees along with Mitsuri, so you’ve known each other for a long time now.

You rose to the ranks of the pillars with Kyojuro’s guidance. And now you’re looked up to by the whole organization because of your excellent swordsmanship despite your small figure. 

So you’re tasked to train 20 slayers ranked below Tsuchinoto. You take them to a clearing in the forest where training equipment are already placed. You train them by remembering what Kyojuro has taught you over the years. And you smile, seeing your past self in the struggling slayers.

You gave them a 10 minute break and after 10 minutes, you do a headcount to see if everyone is in your proximity. 

“18,19…?????” 

Oh no. A slayer is missing.

So you set off to find the missing one and there you found him. 

Hanging upside down from the arms of a large demon. The boy is muttering apologies for straying faraway and is begging for you to save him upon seeing you. 

You are annoyed at the fact that he has disobeyed your orders and is now at the hands of danger. But this was no time to be blaming someone for a boy’s life is at stake here. 

You jump into the air and you take down the demon pretty easily with one strike of your sword. And you catch the falling boy bridal style with your annoyed face. 

You put the boy down but suddenly a demon comes attacking you both. You kill it but more of it comes at you. They are easy to take down but it keeps coming, making you tired if you have to do this all night. It just won’t stop multiplying.

You think you’ve killed almost all of it but then the slayer screams “(L/N)-SAN!!!!!”. A monstrous looking demon bares its claws at you, but before you could react a flash of flames appears right in front of your eyes. 

“Kyojuro…” You whisper in relief as he slays the final demon. The bright flames sparkle in your eyes as you’re once again amazed at the man.

Kyojuro looks at you and comes over. “You’re so amazing.” You manage to say. 

He smiles and says. “No. You’re the amazing one.”. You always manage to face whatever challenge and it always ends up in you winning. Kyojuro knows how hard you proved others wrong by becoming a strong pillar. 

Super proud of you cause you’re strong. He actually watched you battle those before jumping in to save you.

Sanemi Shinazugawa

He doesn’t really care if you’re short or tall

The important things is that you’re useful to the organization

When someone teases you about your height, you end up feeling down and he’s there to beat that someone’s ass.

He doesn’t like to admit it but he’s a softie when it comes to you. You eventually break down his walls and now you can say you’re friends with the scary wind pillar.

You always tease him though and he’s always annoyed. But everyone thinks you’re both dumb since it’s very clear that you two like each other but you still deny it.

There’s this time where Sanemi is visibly struggling fighting demons as you watch him peacefully on a rooftop. He’s glaring at you and asks you “What the fuck do you think you’re doing?”.

You just smile at him sweetly😊

Sanemi pretends his heart didn’t do a flip. But his heart stopped when he saw a demon behind you on the rooftop.

He was about to call your name when another blink and the demon’s head was cut off.

He was surprised since it all happened so fast. You go down to the ground, landing safely as you battle demons that the frozen Sanemi left.

It just took you 10 seconds to eliminate those demons and Sanemi’s mouth is left agape as he watched you.

You weren’t normally like this. So why the sudden surge of power?

“Sanemi hun. Close your mouth.” You say to him with a blank face, but before you could go past him, he gripped your wrist tightly and placed your small body in front of him.

He dragged you so easily lol.

He hugged you with your faced buried on his chest.

It was the comforting kind of silence. Sanemi was scared losing you to that demon but deep inside he knows that you’re strong.

Won’t admit that your moves are amazing.

Gyomei Himejima

This man is the strongest in the demon slayer corps and the tallest

Lmaoooo you would be like a mushroom beside him💀🍄

Gyomei actually gets out of tricky situations easily because he’s that strong

You’re a fairly new pillar who earned her spot 3 months ago. You two were assigned on a mission together. A gigantic demon appeared throughout the village that was between the regions you and the stone pillar were assigned in.

Gyomei knows your capabilities so he trusts you in doing a good job, but he can’t help but worry about you.

He doesn’t care if you’re small, he thinks that height isn’t the basis for an excellent demon slayer. But he’s still worried, so he looks for you. I don’t know how he looks but he looks.

Then he sees you fighting off demons very easily. A determined look is seen across your face. Gyomei feels he’s tearing up because he’s so proud of you. Proud boyfriend here somethin.

You were just a weak mizunoto years ago and now you’re a strong pillar who can fight with him side by side.

When you finish off the demons, you look to see Gyomei smiling at you. This were the fruits of the harsh trainings you went through, it made an excellent swordswoman.

Among the pillars, you stand beside Gyomei in rankings. So you’re powerful like wow. O_O

Obanai Iguro

He’s small but have you seen him fight? He’s a demon slayer with remarkable speed and you won’t know he’s attacking you because his moves slithers secretly like a snake.

You’ve always admired Obanai even you’re now both pillars. And that admiration bloomed into something more.  

He’s a strong pillar despite his small stature and that’s what you aim for to be like.

You’re trying to show off your moves to him every time you’re in battle together, to show him what you can do. To which he’s just “meh”.

So you give up on trying to show off and just do it for the sake of the people you’re saving.

You really gave up on showing off, but you can’t help it cause your breathing forms are flashy. Obanai doesn’t show it but he loves that display of power you have when you’re fighting.

Poor man doesn’t realize he’s in love with you even though others point it out.

He’s having trouble dividing his attention on protecting the civilians or fighting the demons. Luckily you were near the area so you came to his aid.

You slay the demons with your sharp and precise movements in just a short amount of time.

He’s like 😲 but when you turn he’s back to 😐😷

He’s one of the guys who won’t admit that you’re amazing and won’t admit that he likes you. You force him to confess though.

Tengen Uzui

If Obanai doesn’t admit he likes you, this guy would shout that he likes you

Would openly flirt with you because why not? There’s nothing to be shy about.

Always takes the chance to compliment and flirt with you.

“You’re cute (y/n)” “Thanks” Tengen finds your height cute because the height difference is HUGE.

Another mushroom like moment💀🍄

He knows you’re strong so he likes to train with you. Always ends up letting you win because he just likes it when he’s pinned down by your smaller figure.

When a demon invasion came in your area,, you fight them off while Tengen is called for backup.

He slays the lesser demons easily and found you fighting a stronger demon while protecting some children behind your back.

He smirks and leans against a tree, arms folded while watching you fight off the demon. 

You did it so easily making Tengen’s eyebrows rise.

Then you see him and ask him “what are you doing?”.

“watching you.” He finds you hot and sexy when you have that focused look in the middle of a battle. He won’t say it out loud because you might smack him in the face.

Super amazed at the fact that you’re stronger than the other pillars despite your small figure.(he thinks you’re stronger than him but dismisses that because pshhhhhh).

Will throw you over his shoulder at random times. Thinking that his antics will make you fall in love with him.

And it did…