#soul evans x gn reader

[nightqueen1221]

Can you do hurt and comfort for Soul Eater, Black Star, and Death The Kid? (You pick the scenerio but make it that the reader is who gets hurt please) .

Thank you, Anonymous

This is from March😭😭😭😭😭 I'm getting there y'all.

Soul

-He's absolutely going to push himself to his limit and/or past it.

-But don't you even DARE try and work to your fullest. He doesn't want you overwhelmed or overworked.

-You really didn't like this since he was so on your ass about it. He cared for you as a friend by giving some advice but never being pushy about it.

-This was before you were dating.

-Now that you are, he REALLY doesn't want you to get hurt. Maka tells him he's just over reacting and needs to let you do you. She cares for you as well.

-He wanted to talk to you about it, but it ended in an argument with you storming out with your weapon/meister.

-He wanted to run after you but dicided not to since it was kinda his fault you were angry.

-He sat with Maka waiting for you to come back while he talked things out with his meister.

-He didn't start to truly get concerned until he saw just how late it was and you still weren't back.

-Black Star burst through the door exclaim you were in the hospital.

-Soul immediately got up in a panic talking a million questions a second about your condition.

-You were conscious when he saw you lying on the hospital bed. The doctors said you had been fading in and out of sleep for awhile now.

-He wanted to yell at you for not listening to him or degrade himself for not stopping you. He knew that was the last thing you needed right now, so he just sat by your side, rubbing the back of your hand with his thumb.

-When you were in a better state, he apologized for yelling at you. You than apologized for not listening to him.

-After this you both started working on a system so you wouldn't overwork yourself and so he wouldn't worry about you over overworking.

Black Star

-He's the opposite of Soul. He really doesn't pay attention to what you're doing in battle.

-Even after fighting, he still might not realize you're hurt.

-Tsubaki will notice if you're hurt or in danger. Good thing Black Star listens to her, you would have probably ended up in a hospital a few more times than necessary.

-Today however, Black Star was not be careful or considerate. It's no surprise certain things can go to his head and make him lose his sense of awareness.

-You were hit pretty bad and not in the best condition, your partner was too. You both were telling Black Star to get out of battle and retreat.

-He didn't hear you or your partner's pleas. Tsubaki was doing her best to get him out of combat. She could just turn out of her weapon form but that would most likely hurt the both of them.

-You were starting to lose consciousness due to blood loss. Your partner pulled you out of the battle to try and get you medical attention, leaving Black Star and Tsubaki by themselves.

-It wasn't till the battle was over he noticed you two left. He last saw you being carried into an ambulance while a wave of guilt rushed over him.

-Once he found your hospital room both Tsubaki and your partner gave him a VERY stern talking to before letting him in the room.

-He stayed with you till your conscious can back. Once that happened he was all over you in apologizes and hugs.

Death the Kid

-I'm not even joking it was most likely his obsession with symmetry that got you hurt.😑

-Out of all of these characters, Kid is probably one of the best in combat. He cares for his teammates, his partners, and his surroundings.

-That is until symmetry gets in the way.

-His OCD brain locks onto anything that's perfect or imperfect. Everyone knows it's not his fault for this, and you can usually knock him on the back of the head to snap him out of it.

-It was in the middle of combat, you all underestimated how difficult the mission was.

-Kid was hyper focused during this, till he noticed our of order the building was. The support beams were leaning, the wall wad cracked on one side. The building was in ruins, you both knew this.

-But Kid chose to go on this mission because you wanted someone else there with you.

-He was now, of course, stamping his foot into the ground complaining. Liz and Patty were trying to gain his attention, so they didn't even see the hit your opponent was about to give.

-You came and pushed him out of the way, saving him, Liz, and Patty. But you were hurt, severely.

-Him getting pushed pulled his focus away from from the building and back to the battle. He trusted your partner take care of you while he handled the situation.

-When the fight was finished, he carried you out in search of medical help.

-He apologized for being foolish and letting his obsession get in the way.

[redocity]

Yess u should make a part 2 for the long game

FINISH LINE — E.BUCKLEY

after weeks of frustration, buck finally confronts you.

part one — the long game.

evan buckley x gn!reader | 3.2k | smut | masterlist.

cw — 18+ minors do not interact, male masterbation, dry humping, clothed sex, premature ejaculation, buck being whiny and needy

To say you were consuming Buck’s every waking thought was an understatement.

You weren’t just taking over his every waking thought, you were in his dreams, in his subconscious, pretty much every blink of his eyes saw an image of you in his mind and it was getting so goddamn frustrating that Buck swore he was ready to burst from the pressure.

Arguably, the worst part was that you were completely aware of it.

You knew that he was digging himself into a hole with every shift you worked together, and he swore you were revelling in it.

Every time he so much as glanced in your direction—which he wagers is a lot—you had that stupidly attractive look on your face that made his blood feel like it was on fire underneath his skin, and he quite honestly just didn’t know what to do anymore.

Should he confront you about it? Force you into a conversation about what happened at the bar those few weeks ago?

There was no way that would work.

Should he just sit and wait until you finally approached him with the topic in mind?

That was never going to happen.

But he had to deal with all of his pent up frustration somehow, or he swore he’d explode and fracture into a million tiny pieces.

So he found himself with two tangible options. A: find some poor unknowing person for him to project you onto and relieve himself that way, or B: deal with it by himself.

He tried option A first. It didn’t go too well.

He was one leg out of his jeans when he started having second thoughts.

Him. Having second thoughts about getting his rocks off after being essentially blue balled for the last three weeks.

Nobody looked enough like you, acted enough like you, for him to be able to put a veil over his eyes and pretend it was you he was under instead of some random person he’d picked up at a bar.

And it was impacting his ‘performance’ pretty badly.

So, with a resigned sigh, he decided to go with option B.

Locking himself in his apartment, Buck tried to find some semblance of relief by himself, but even that felt hollow. No matter what he did, it was always you in his mind, and nothing seemed to satisfy the burning need that consumed him.

Every touch, every stroke, felt like a futile attempt to quench an unending thirst, a bottomless well of longing and desire that seemed impossible to satisfy.

His thoughts were nothing but a relentless loop of your face, your voice, the way you moved, and the way you looked at him. It was maddening, an unceasing torment that gnawed at his very soul, and Buck had no idea how much longer he could keep this up without losing his mind.

Like the longing wasn’t enough, the guilt he felt was even worse.

He knew he couldn’t go on like this, trapped in a cycle of desire and frustration. The more he tried to push you out of his mind, the deeper you seemed to embed yourself. It was like a cruel joke, one he couldn't escape from, and it was only a matter of time before something had to give.

The tension was so bad starting to affect his performance at work. His teammates noticed he was distracted, his responses slower, his focus elsewhere. Even during emergencies, when he normally thrived under pressure, he found his mind wandering back to you.

The team began to worry, asking if he was okay, if he needed a break, but he just brushed them off with a forced smile and a wave of his hand.

But Buck knew he couldn't keep up the charade much longer. The sleepless nights, the constant replaying of every interaction with you in his head—it was wearing him down. He was losing his edge, and in his line of work, that was dangerous. Lives depended on his ability to stay sharp, to be present, to react quickly. And yet, here he was, drowning in thoughts of you.

He tried everything to distract himself. He threw himself into his workouts, pushing his body to its limits in the hopes that physical exhaustion would quiet his mind. He picked up extra shifts, staying at the station longer than necessary just to avoid being alone with his thoughts. He even tried diving into hobbies he used to love, but nothing worked. Every time he closed his eyes, it was your face he saw. Every quiet moment was filled with the echo of your laughter, the memory of your touch.

One night, after another grueling shift, Buck found himself standing outside your apartment building. He didn't even remember driving there, his body seemingly on autopilot.

The cool night air did little to calm his racing heart as he stared up at the windows, wondering which one was yours. He knew he shouldn't be there, that confronting you like this was a bad idea, but he was at his breaking point.

He needed to know if you felt the same way, if there was any chance you were as consumed by thoughts of him as he was of you.

Taking a deep breath, he started toward the entrance, his mind a whirlwind of anxiety and anticipation. He had no plan, no idea what he was going to say, but he knew he couldn't turn back now. Not when he was so close to a potential resolution, to finally understanding what was happening between you two.

As he reached your door, his hand hovered over the wood, hesitating for just a moment. Then, with a determined exhale, he knocked, the sound echoing in the quiet hallway.

This was it. One way or another, he was about to get some answers.

You open the door with furrowed eyebrows.

Who on earth is visiting you past 10PM on a Thursday?

“Buck—” Your tone conveys your surprise as you lean against the ajar door, one eyebrow raised and your head ever so slightly tilted.

He swears he feels his breath stutter as he takes in your appearance—in a pair of shorts and a t-shirt with your messy hair, you looked more ravishing to him than he ever thought possible.

“Hey,” he says, as if you hadn’t just taken the air right from his lungs. “We need to talk,”

“We do?” The look you give him is almost knowing, and he swears on his life that you’re doing it on purpose just to taunt him.

“Yes,” He pushes his way through the doorway past you “We do.”

He’d be damned if he kept his gaze locked up on your captivating eyes for much longer without doing something about it.

You throw up your hands as he passes you, turning to shut the door with a click before following Buck into your living room. “Yeah, yeah, come on in, no need to ask or anything,”

“I—” he starts with a sigh. “This— whatever we are… it’s driving me crazy, because I don’t know what the hell is going on between us..” He turns to face you with a mix of exasperation and desperation in his eyes.

“One minute you’re acting like my best friend,” he continues, “And the next, you look like you want your tongue down my throat.” His voice is lower now, as he steps closer to you, leaving only a few inches between you.

“And then when I reciprocate, you push me away,” he pauses, searching your eyes with a small frown.

The frustration in his tone is imminent, and it almost makes you fell a little bad for playing the cat and mouse game you had with him for so long.

You’d never expected him to actually get caught up in it all. He was Buck for god’s sake, if anyone had a track record of not getting attached it was him.

“I— don’t know what you want from me here, Buck,”

Buck’s heart pounds so fast he can barely even hear anything you’re saying. He reaches for your chin, tilting your head towards his so he can meet your gaze in its entirety.

His voice trembles when he speaks next, and the look in his eyes could be mistaken for pure agony.

"I want you.” he says breathlessly. “I want you so goddamn badly that it hurts—”

He runs a hand through his hair, and he’s visibly torn between pulling his hair out and grabbing you. “And the most maddening part is—I know you want me too. I mean, it’s right there—” Buck’s gaze follows your lower lip when you run your tongue across it. “—And yet, you push me away every. single. time.”

He stutters out a breathe like he’s forgotten how to work his lungs, like every suck of air is debilitating and all he can focus on is you.

“I want to touch you. I want to feel you. I want to kiss you so hard you forget what your name is and bury my head between your thighs until I can’t breathe—”

There’s a small, strangled noise that follows his confession, his imagination already taking him for a blissfully agonising ride of what your relationship could be like if you’d just stop pulling away before the end line.

“I’m tired of not sleeping at night because I lay awake yearning for you…”

He pauses for a second to catch his breath, but you can tell by his eyes that he’s not finished yet.

“I’m tired of sneaking into the bathroom for ‘extended bathroom breaks’ because you’re making me so hard while we’re working.” He steps even closer to you, his hand travelling down your neck.

“And,” he continues gruffly in a breath, “I’m so tired of trying to hold back every ounce of desire that wants to ravish you in this goddamn moment.” His eyes feel like they pierce your soul as he makes eye contact with you, and it leaves you short of breath in an instant.

“So if you want me as much as I want you then for the love of God please—“ His other hand comes up to cradle the back of your neck. “Do something about it.”

He didn’t have to ask you twice.

You barely even have to move to force your lips together, breaths intertwining with every movement as your hand cups the back of Bucks head, your fingers tangled in his hair.

Buck’s breath catches as soon as your lips finally meet his, and it takes him a moment to realize what’s actually happening before he leans into it and kisses you back with everything he has.

His hands start to wonder over your body, grabbing at your hips when he pulls you closer to him. He gasps against your mouth and his tongue is suddenly demanding entry against your lips.

Not that he had to try hard to get what he wanted anyway.

He groans as you give in and lets your tongue intertwine with his, all the pent-up sexual tension immediately breaking like a levee and flooding his system. With one strong swoop he lifts you up against his body by your thighs, carrying you until he’s sat on your couch with you straddling him.

Buck’s hands run along your shoulders once he’s finally got you in his grasp, deepening the kiss as his hips buck up against yours, aching for some friction against the painfully growing tent in his pants.

“Need you so bad…” He mumbles, his hands travelling down your body and then grabbing your hips so he can rock you against his body, the pressure eliciting a low growl from his throat.

He can hear your breath catch in your chest when he moves against you like that and it drives him insane. Before he could stop himself he bucks up again, harder now, and the friction sends a sharp wave of desire through him.

“God…” He groans out, and all he can see is the delicious look of need in your eyes and the sight of your parted lips as you lean your forehead against the curve of his shoulder, mouth left open in a passive moan of his name.

Seeing you like that—undone and needy and wanting, because of *him—*was better than any fantasy Buck had ever had.

His breathing is hot against the side of your throat, before he starts littering it with soft kisses. “Gonna make you feel so good,” he mumbles, his body shuddering when you grab a fistful of his hair, the pain only fuelling his desires further. “Been dreaming of this… For so long—”

His hands move down to grab your ass, and his breath hitches as he rocks you against him needingly, desperate to feel the friction of you rubbing against his achingly hard cock.

It was almost embarrassing, how close he was to cumming just from this, but when he says he’s been desperate for you, he means it.

And the broken whines you muffle against his shoulder are definitely not helping.

He buries his head into the crook of your neck, groaning at the way you grind against him. “Please…” he chokes out, his voice broken and raw, and when his teeth lightly nibble against the skin on your neck you let out an intoxicatingly loud moan.

“Want you…” he groans, barely coherent in his ramblings as his hips find a steady rhythm. He could feel himself getting more and more desperate, and your breathy moans were definitely pushing him towards the edge.

Buck pulls away from the crook of your neck and looks up at you intently; his eyes half-lidded from his overwhelming desire and his chest is heaving deeply.

He grabs you harder under him, his breathing laboured and his chest heaving as he starts to lose his composure. “Please…” he begs, his voice cracking as his hips buck against your again and again, trying to relieve the aching, overwhelming pressure that’s building inside him.

“God, please—” His forehead is still pressed against your throat, and his body shudders against yours as he nears his release, a strained string of incoherent words tumbling from his mouth.

He’s so close, but the moment he feels your fingers gently thread through his hair his hips stutter and his body goes taut, and then he’s coming in his pants like a damn teenager, so horribly overwhelmed by his pleasure it almost hurts.

White-hot spurts of his cum coat the inside of his boxer shorts, soaking through the fabric to dampen the crotch of his jeans and leave him groaning brokenly against your skin.

He’s almost trembling as he comes down, climax so hard that his entire groin feels sticky and wet, and it’s only when his breathing has steadied and he’s regained control of his body that he lifts his head.

He gazes at your face and gives a breathless chuckle when he sees you looking at him with an amused smile on your lips.

“Enjoyed that, did you?”

“—yeah,” he mumbles against your skin. He presses soft kisses against the flushed skin of your neck, passing over the darkening red marks that he’d left you with.

“I’m sorry, I…” A sigh follows his words, and he lifts his head to look at you again—he didn’t expect to come that fast either. The sight of the pleased smirk on your lips, however, made him feel a little better.

“In all my fantasies about you,” he begins with a sheepish grin, “Coming in my pants within two minutes of getting you on top of me was never a part of the program.”

You let out a short laugh at his confession, leaning forward to rest your forehead against his shoulder and shaking your head against it.

He laughs quietly with you, but the sound is quickly replaced by a sharp breath when you lean harder against him in collateral of your position.

Even now, even after he’s come, his body still wants you. Badly.

A small groan leaves his lips when he feels the sudden pressure again at an already over-sensitive area. He buries his head against your shoulder, his breath hot in the crook of your neck. “Keep going and you’ll make me do it again…” Buck mumbles with a huff.

“And as much as I would love to…,” he continues, his voice strained as he tries to pull himself together. “I have so much more I want to do with you.”

“Yeah?” The tone of his voice makes you feel a little flushed, although considering how hot you already were from the last few minutes, you’re not sure even you could tell.

Buck’s grip on your hips tighten as a low groan slips past his lips, his voice deep and gruff. “You have no idea,” he whispers quietly, his breath hot against the shell of your ear.

“I’ve thought about taking you on every surface possible…” Buck’s gaze runs over your form before it returns to the flushed skin of your neck. “On the kitchen counter, against the wall… on the floor… In the bunk room at the station…”

He leans in to press his mouth against the side of your throat, feeling the way your breath catches at his words, and he hums in approval. “Wanted to bend you over in the back of a firetruck…”

“In the showers…” Buck mumbles into your flushed skin, leaving behind a trail of kisses while his hands start tracing their way up your back, sending goosebumps down your body. “On my bed, on yours…”

By now he’s trailing kisses further down, until his mouth presses against the junction between your neck and shoulder. When your body arches at the feeling of his teeth lightly grazing across the skin, Buck’s grip on your hips tightens.

He lifts his head, so he’s looking you straight in the eye.

“God, I want to ruin you…”

He looks at you with so much heat and desire, his gaze burning right through your core. He can’t help but grind his hips up against yours again, his breathing shallow. “I want to ruin myself… until I can’t come for anyone else—”

“Until the only name I know how to say is yours.” he whispers, kissing you deeply, like he’s been yearning for it for the longest time. It’s hard, heated, desperate, and full of passion and need and you can feel it in every fibre of your being how much Buck wants you.

“I need you,” he whispers, his voice hoarse from being consumed with need. “Want to touch you, wanna be inside you… you want that…?”

[nightsmarish]

summary: he's just so pretty

a/n: just admiring reg. Pain meds are getting to me and he's so prettyyyy :] (I don't really like this but that's okay. We don't have to like everything we make.)

Regulus black x gn!reader | 437 words

Tw: readers dramatic, candles, studying

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"Oooooaaaauuuuh" so pitiful. But whatever were you to do? So alone. cold. Abandoned. 

"Amour, please." Regulus turns around at his desk, facing where you lay pathetically in his bed. One of the few times his dorm is vacant of Evan and Barty.

"Oooooooo" you whine again, like a pathetic dog who has yet to be given dinner scraps. You roll on to your back, the soft, cloud like sweater you've stolen from your boyfriend riding up slightly.

"I promise, I'll be done in an hour. Just go to sleep." It's like talking to a child, Regulus is getting nowhere. But Merlin, he's cute when he begs like that.

"But oooooo, love, it's sooooo cold, alone on this big bed." You'd make a great theater actor. Very dramatic as you roll again. Taking the blankets with you this time. "However will I sleep in these conditions?" 

"Just an hour, and then I'll be with you. I need to finish this essay, Amour. " Okay. Well. Good point you guess. 

There's a long, plump, lengthy pause. "Fine." You mumble into the blankets that have encased you like a cocoon.

"Thank you, mon cœur. " Regulus has this soft, barely noticeable smile. But you notice. And it's beautiful. Kind of like how in big cities you have to have great vision to see the starts, through the smog and the light pollution. You have to have a great sense of Regulus to see his smile beneath the walls and the hurt he hides underneath. But the small wrinkles that shows themselves at the edges of his eyes gives him away.

These small, tiny wrinkles. Crows feet. But they appear more on the left side, and it's beautiful. You guess his eyes smile more than his mouth. But nevertheless it's warm and comforting, even in the freezing cold room that is the Slytherin dorms. When you zone back in, the subject of your devotion has already returned to his essay.

You find yourself far more calm than the start of your dramatic display. You love him. And somehow, someway.... he loves you.

It's sweet. And it's kind. And it's far too soft. Even if he can be jagged and rough, he's warm and strangly benevolent. So, as you curl up under his sheets. The stuffed bear you bought him during your first Christmas together held tight to your chest as you gaze over the covers. Gazing at your love. Your soul. Your heart. With the warm light of the candle hitting the curves of his face and the ridges of his hand as he holds his quill. 

Salazar, he's perfect. And he's all yours.

[silvernightabyss]

“Who says the protagonist's life has to be happy?” - Chapter 1

Yandere Hero x gn!Reader

Isekai, who among us hasn't dreamed of it? Well, get it signed. Try not to throw yourself into the arms of the protagonist as soon as you see him. Remember, you may know everything about him, but he's seeing you for the first time. The thoughts of the protagonist come as a gift.

How many references do you want? Yes.

word count: 2.9k Prologue/Chapter 1

It's been two weeks since you've been in the fantasy world of the novel. Adapting has been difficult, even though you've inherited fragmentary memories of the original owner of the body. The unfamiliar people, surroundings, etiquette, and architecture were very disconcerting. To your shame, you spent your first night sobbing quietly in your room in the temple. The only thing you were probably lucky about was that you weren't a member of the church, just a hired sewist. Given the fact that the high priest was the one who raped Evan, you had no desire to see the man, whose name was Donavan. Make sure you memorize that shithead's name and if you ever summon a demon, sell his soul.

In fact, you hadn't seen him or Evan since you'd been in this world. And while the first pleased you, the second disappointed you. As you learned by asking the servants, Evan and his team were on a quest to destroy one of the demon lords living in a poisonous swamp. This happened at the beginning of the first volume, as you may recall. And what the author thought to add the location of the poison swamp, in all games it was always the most annoying part. Probably because the author was an insufferable evil bastard who drew inspiration from the most annoying things created by human hands. A sudden wave of anger almost ripped the thin fabric in your hands in half. Then you stroked it quickly, as if to comfort it, removing the creases that had formed.

Poor Evan was going to get poisoned by some nasty animal and come back to the temple with a fever for a week. Sad, of course, but nothing that with your level of power you could change. The day after the isekai, you tried a little magic. Find some chakra, mana core, nen or something. But no. All you got was to feel like an idiot for half an hour, huffing and puffing like a pissed-off hedgehog. No transmigrator buffs. No annoying system or divine companion. Nothing. That made you completely powerless to help Evan. It was frustrating, angry, and made you want to bang your head against the wall. Your modern upbringing couldn't allow you to ignore someone else's misfortune. If you worked in the kitchen, you would surely spit in the soups and drinks that are made especially for the High Priest. Unfortunately, those are the only petty thoughts of revenge you could afford.

Part of you just wanted to leave, good thing sewing skills were embedded in your subcortex, and you could find work somewhere else, not in a place where you knew one hero suffered every day. You wince. Thinking about it like that made you feel bad about yourself. It was vile to think of leaving. As the only person with knowledge of the situation, you had to stay and try to help in any way you could. Even if your attempts would be fruitless in the end.

You spent the next two hours diligently embroidering new robes and fixing old ones where the fabric was too worn. Unpleasant thoughts of varying degrees of intrusiveness kept popping into your head, but you studiously ignored them. Their content was something like “To be or not to be”, only your option was “To stay or not to stay”.

After you finished your work, you picked up a pile of robes and went to turn them in to the storekeeper. The temple was beautiful, even to your unassuming eye. The entire continent worshiped the Creator who made the world and the gods they created to help look after the people. In fact, you remembered from the book that the mythology of Evan's world was very interesting. Incredibly written and detailed lore describing events from ancient times to the present day. Some of the knowledge you had already forgotten, but for example you remembered that the Irin continent, where the main story took place, was named after the god's favorite angel.

The central temple of the capital was dedicated to the Creator. Numerous frescoes on the ceiling depicted the creation of the world and the races that inhabited it. For the first week, you walked with your head up, and more than once you were on the verge of falling. The tall, graceful steles also drew attention to the care with which the flowers and leaves were molded, as if they were real and the spell had just turned them to stone a moment ago. The garden wasn't to be forgotten, you'd only been there once, but it was already completely engraved in your heart. Score one for staying. Overall to summarize the temple was beautiful, the priests friendly. So why the hell is this place of paradise run by this goddamn pervert! The Creator's eyes are blown out of their heads to let a man like that in charge of their temple? Unbearable.

Your boots thudded loudly and angrily on the marble floor, and you continued on your way. The servants and priests you encountered preferred to avoid you in a wide arc, sensing in their gut the dark and heavy aura you gave off. With the power you put into opening the door, you could shred a mountain to pieces with a single blow. Yeah, like that bald guy, that's how powerful you were at that moment. The storekeeper didn't even lift his head from the paper he was looking at. Inwardly, you marveled a little at his restraint; you yourself would have jumped on the spot if you had been rushed in with such a bang. More calmly you approached the not-young man whose most prominent feature was his giant-hooked nose.

“I brought the robes, where should I put them?” Your voice rumbles through the room.

The man nodded vaguely toward a neighboring room filled with baskets full of robes. The servants had to wash and dry the robes before handing them back to the priests. Why the freshly sewn robes had to be washed was a big question, but not of your mind. You were about to leave when you were stopped by the storekeeper.

“Go to the infirmary and get the medicine for the hero. His chambers are in the east wing of the temple on the third floor.”

During your entire stay in the room, the storekeeper didn't even look at you, and after he gave you the order, he started acting as if you weren't even here. Well, the main thing is that he didn't yell. You shrugged your shoulders and left the room.

The stone-face test was successfully passed, the die rolled on a twenty! In fact, your heart was racing, and your palms were unpleasantly sweaty. Did all this mean you would be able to see Evan? You didn't even know he'd returned. With an effort of will, you suppressed the joyful scream that burst from your mouth. You're going to see the protagonist of this damn novel. Almost dancing, you hurried toward the infirmary.

The nurse, whose name was Ellen, gave you your medication as soon as she heard that you had come from the storekeeper. The girl explained that because of the upcoming festival dedicated to the Creator, all the servants were busy preparing for the sacred rituals. Mentally, you tsked. That no servant could spare time for the precious hero of the Church? Nonsense, of course, but nonsense that plays right into your hands. Having memorized what to give and in what dosage, you headed for the eastern wing.

The corridors became more and more empty with every turn, as if you were entering a forbidden zone. The atmosphere was oppressive and growing colder with each step. A creak sounded very close to you, made you jump on the spot and freeze. It was scary to turn around. You didn't want to see the ghost behind you. On bending legs, you turned around and ….Mmm No, that's just your overactive imagination working for the bread. There was nothing behind you. Nothing in the front, either. Cussing under your breath, you continued walking. Isekai had definitely taken a toll on your nerves. Shame they hadn't invented valerian here yet.

The doors to Evan's chambers were carved, decorated with ornaments of flowers. You knocked hesitantly, and when there was no answer, you knocked again, but louder. Maybe he was asleep? What was to be done? The nurse had said the medication had to be timed to avoid making him feel worse. The doorknob in your hand felt like a ticket to heaven or hell. Praying in your mind to who you didn't know, you pushed it down. With a quiet click, the door opened. Like a mouse about to steal cheese, you quietly slipped through the gap and closed the door behind you. You hoped Evan wasn't a cat that would eat you for entering without permission.

The main hero's chambers were green, very green, not because the walls and furniture were that color, but because of the dozens or even hundreds of pots with various plants. As a half-elf, Evan had the ability to understand and talk to plants. For a long time in the novel, they were his only friends, listening to all his sorrows. Sighing sadly, you headed for the door behind, which was presumably the bedroom.

Evan lay on the bed, resting peacefully, deep in sleep. The blanket lay in a bunched pile at the half elf's feet. His complexion was very pale with blue veins clearly visible, there were deep bruises under his eyes, and his breathing was intermittent and heavy. Despite this, he was still more handsome than the sleeping beauty herself. If you thought the comparison was inappropriate, just never mind. On tiptoe, you moved closer and leaned over the sleeping hero. Handsome. You especially liked the way his leafy green hair curled around his pointy ears. You wanted to catch one strand between your fingers and then watch it curl back. You weren't weird. Not at all.

You put the tray of medicine on the bedside table with a little more clatter than you'd like, but Evan didn't wake up, thankfully. The half elf's forehead was scalding hot, and you jerked your hand away quickly. Looking around, you spotted a basin of water on the other side of the room and quickly soaked the rag you'd grabbed from the tray before placing it on Evan's forehead. That's better. Satisfied, you smiled to yourself.

The question of how to medicate the unconscious hero was still open. You frankly didn't want to wake him up. You remembered from the book that Evan's condition was extremely serious, and he didn't come to his senses at all. Rest is the best medicine. It's better if you quietly do your business and leave, and he won't even know you're in his chambers. Shit, that sounded like some kind of thief.

Pass the cure with a kiss? You shook your head frantically as soon as the thought crossed your mind. God, you'd read too many romance novels. Conscience and morality would never allow you to violate Evan's personal boundaries like that, considering how they'd already been violated by the high priest. Besides, it would be despicable to do that to any person.

But then what were you supposed to do? You'd just have to pour the drugs into Evan's mouth and hope he didn't choke. That's about what you did, luckily without becoming a hero killer. Now comes the most difficult and embarrassing part. Ellen gave you an ointment to rub into the half elf's chest. The medical reasons behind this you almost completely missed, and you only had to take on faith the necessity of this action. Evan wouldn't like it if someone he didn't know undressed him and started performing medical procedures on him. Right? So something had to be done about it.

One of the scraps of fabric Ellen put on the tray caught your eye. It's perfect. You'll pretend to be a butler, covering your eyes with a strip of fabric so as not to embarrass your mistress. Master. You mean Evan. Quickly and tightly tying the band, you found yourself in darkness. With suddenly trembling hands you fumbled for the collar of the half elf's shirt and from it, you easily reached the buttons. Normally you would have easily done it in less than a minute, but now deprived of sight and incredibly embarrassed; each of your actions was stretched to the point of impossibility. After an eternity according to your internal clock, you finally managed this undeniably difficult task.

So it was time for the ointment, which was as green as you remembered and smelled like bumps or something else freshly herbal. Incredibly embarrassed by your own actions, you rubbed the ointment in as fast as you could without lingering on any part of Evan's skin. What's a stupid trail? A relieved exhale escaped you when this torture finally stopped. Ellen had said the ointment should absorb very quickly, literally in less than a minute, and in your head you drummed your fingers on your thigh, ticking off the seconds. When the time was up, you hoped for it towards the end you began to speed up the count, with all care you covered Evan with the blanket. The nurse had said the fever would go down very quickly, which meant the half elf could get cold.

And so it was done! Now you could leave with a clear conscience. You pulled the bandage off your eyes, blinked in the light, and hurriedly picked up the tray, leaving the room. Before you passed through the doorway, you took one last look at Evan, still sleeping peacefully. Handsome even when he's sick. Nodding affirmatively at that thought, you headed back to the infirmary to return the medication to the nurse.

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Evan woke up when someone started undoing the buttons of his sleeping shirt. His first thought was that it was Donavan, so the only thing he could do was lie there and not fight back. Was he sick of his powerlessness? So sick that he wanted to open his chest with his hands and rip out his damn heart, which sometimes allowed itself to hope for the best. The half elf left his eyes closed, not wanting to look at the high priest's ugly face, twisted with desire. He could still visualize it all too well, anyway. A convulsion shot through his arm and he clawed his fingers into the sheets, his nails almost tearing the fabric.

Halfway through the unbuttoning, Evan suddenly realized that the fingers that sometimes grazed his skin were different from Donovan's skinny, knotted fingers, the pads of which were covered with calluses. In addition, a strange chill spread from his forehead down his body. Was it the damp cloth? It was only because of the two factors above that he actually opened his eyes and saw you. The snort that almost came out of his mouth, he held back with an incredible effort of will. A blindfold? It was ridiculous, even more ridiculous than the mix of slime deer and owl he'd met in the swamp. Ridiculous but oddly cute. The mere thought that he might be uncomfortable being stared at half-naked had never occurred to anyone. With already great interest and friendliness, he began to consider your appearance.

When you reached for the green jar, he recognized it as an antipyretic. A spark of realization lit him up, and Evan bit his lip. He was ready for the feeling of a thousand little insects crawling under his skin, but your touch didn't disgust him. Evan blinked perplexedly when he realized this. Short and medically detached, your touch was devoid of any lust. Noticing your fingers trembling, Evan concluded that at the very least you were awkward. Later his guess was confirmed by your tapping on your thigh, too uneven and often out of rhythm to be a sign of boredom or impatience. The blanket you covered him with forced him to smile slightly. A display of simple human caring that he had always been deprived of. The thought made him feel unpleasantly empty inside.

When your fingers reached for the bandage, Evan closed his eyes as quickly as possible, not even knowing why. He didn't have an answer to that question. Listening to the quiet rustling of the fabric of your clothes and the tinkling of the medicine on the tray made his heart feel lighter for some reason. It was as if you were not a randomly sent servant, but someone close to him who genuinely cared about him.

The creak of the door alerted him to your departure, but with his keen hearing, he could still hear your footsteps outside his chambers. As soon as they were gone, Evan sat up on the bed, causing the cloth on his forehead to fall down. Silently, he twirled it in his hands. His head felt strangely empty. Perhaps the only question that bothered him now was; who are you? Meeting you had irrevocably changed something in him, as if he had been a broken clock just now starting to run.

Evan rolled back over, sinking into the soft mattress, and returned the cloth to his forehead. The next time you two meet, once he's recovered enough to walk, he'll be sure to ask your name. With that thought, his exhausted mind took to its realm of Morpheus.

Reblogs, comments, are always greatly appreciated! ヽ(o^ ^o)ﾉ

[illubean]

Can I request soul or black star x witch reader?

Soul and BlackStar with a Witch!S/o

Characters: Soul "Eater" Evans, BlackStar Type: Headcanons, Gn!reader

Soul's is really long and BlackStar's is really short oops

Warnings: a teeny tiny bit angsty but it gets resolved

Soul Eater Evans

he met you when you first joined the DWMA and treated you like he would any normal person

well, aside from the fact he offered to show you around because he thought you were cute

he was your first friend at the school and he introduced you to the rest of the group

he really liked you but Maka was super weary around you and he had no clue why

when she tells him it's because she can't see your soul he's probably like "So little ms perfect with some crazy power isn't so perfect after all, huh?"

so yeah he ignores her and then you guys get together yaayyy

he is a great boyfriend and makes you feel more at home than you ever have before

the way he finds out is when you were hanging out in his room, Maka kicked open the door and pointed at you

"I KNOW WHAT YOU ARE Get away from them Soul, they're a witch!"

he looks at you and by the terrified expression on your face he realizes what Maka just said is true

he glares at you, mad that you kept such a huge secret from him

"What the hell, you didn't tell me you were a witch!"

if you try to touch him he pushes you off with a "Get away from me, you disgusting liar!"

he sees your heart shatter through your eyes and immediately regrets what he said but before he could say anything more you made a run for it out of the apartment

Soul is distraught, he's upset you kept something so important from him but also mad at himself for saying something that hurt your feelings

Soul is dumb but he's not that dumb, he knows if your intentions we're to harm him or the DWMA you would've done it way sooner and wouldn't have looked so heartbroken

so he runs after you and finds you...uh wherever you went

he hugs you before you can run off again and reassures you that he didn't mean it when he called you disgusting and that he still loves you even if you're a witch

BlackStar

he knows what it's like to be patronized because of the group of people you were born into :(

just because you were born a witch doesn't mean you're anything like the witches order and BlackStar knows deep in his heart you would never do anything to hurt him

so no matter how he finds out it doesn't change anything between the two of you

"Seriously? You're not mad?" "Why would I be? It's not like you're helping feed kishins or something, right?"

witch or not, BlackStar loves you and wouldn't trade you for the world

especially when you put up with his shit all the time

he defends you with his life and is not afraid to beat up anyone who talks badly about you and does not care about the consequences

[comesatimecomesashadow]

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Death Note : Lawliet L, Amane Misa, Rem, Ryuk, Near, Mello, Mikami Teru & Kagami Taro.

Jujutsu Kaisen : Gojo Satoru, Okkotsu Yuuta, Fushiguro Megumi, Fushiguro Toji, Zen'in Maki, Itadori Yuji, Kamo Choso & Higuruma Hiromi. (Will not write for Sukuna under any circumstances srry)

Chainsaw Man : Denji, Mitaka Asa, Power, Higashiyama Kobeni & Hayakawa Aki. (Will not write for Makima nor Himeno, srry not srry)

Naruto : Uchiha Madara, Uchiha Sasuke, Uchiha Itachi, Senju Tobirama, Uzumaki Naruto, & Hatake Kakashi.

Genshin Impact : Ragnvindr Diluc, Xiao, Kunikuzushi/Scaramouche, Il Capitano, Il Dottore, Arlecchino, Ororon.

Honkai Star Rail : Blade, Sunday.

Black Butler : Sutcliff Grell & Undertaker.

Boku No Hero Academia : Shigaraki Tomura, Bubaigawara Jin/Twice & Todoroki Toya/Dabi.

Soul Eater : Black Star, Death The Kid, Death, Evans Soul, Albarn Maka, Franken Stein.

Yu-Gi-Oh ! : Kaiba Seto, Atem/Yami Yugi, Wheeler Joey, & Ishtar Marik.

Shingeki No Kyojin : Jäger Eren, Ackerman Mikasa, Arlert Armin, Ackerman Levi.

Angels of Death : Foster Isaac.

Creepypasta : Jeff The Killer, Ticci Toby & Laughing Jack.

Kimetsu No Yaiba : Shinazugawa Sanemi, Tomioka Giyu, Kokushibō / Tsugikuni Michikatsu.

Slashers : Michael Myers, Vincent Sinclair, Stu Macher.

Nana : Okazaki Shin'ichi, Terashima Nobuo, Osaki Nana & Komatsu Nana/Hachiko.

Arcane : Ekko, Jinx, & Vi.

Sonic : Shadow, Sonic, & Knuckles.

DiaLovers : Sakamaki Ayato, Sakamaki Reiji, Sakamaki Shu & Sakamaki Subaru.

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[atravisphilepsclicker]

dating soul head cannons??

Words: 341

Gender: Gender Nuteral

Pronouns: None Used

Warnings: Swearing

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How You Got Together-

🎹You don’t really know how you got together. One day you guys just started acting like a couple and if someone asked you'd say you’re dating. "It just happened." That is what you tell people.

The Relationship-

🎹Soul enjoys PDA but he wouldn’t make out with you in the middle of a hallway( " That’s gross and not cool" ). His favourite thing is handholding or interlocking your pinkies together. He doesn’t know why he just gets so flustered by it.

🎹He acts all cool and calm but when you two go home he will melt into a puddle of embarrassment and love for you. Also is very clingy when you too are alone. Hed just not let go of you and he will make you drag him around.

🎹" Consent is sexy "

🎹Can’t remember shit.

🎹Will not remember any special events including anniversaries and birthdays.

🎹He has to write it down everywhere he’d look and ask multiple people to remind him of the special occasion in question.

🎹When he buys you presents he will spend a good amount of money on you even if you said you wanted it in passing hell get it for you '" cause that what cool guys do. "

🎹He’s not a fan of marriage he says he doesn’t like it because he just doesn’t like the married lifestyle but that’s not it, marrying would just make him worry if you'll separate soon. He doesn’t like that though so marriage is a big no.

🎹But he might just crack if you talk about marrying him a lot. It would be so long in the relationship that he doesn’t think that you’ll separate in the near future at least so he might just take you up on that offer of him marrying you.

🎹You cant watch any show he’s even a sliver interested in without him or hell be upset.

🎹He loves watching things with you, cuddling and coming closer if anything scary happens.

🎹Movie dates are his favourite

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Soul Evans- https://www.pinterest.ca/pin/839851030507134235/

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Requests: Open

Really sorry I haven't written anything in a while! I was reading manga trying to get motivated again. If I haven't gotten to your request yet just know I am working on it I just keep changing things and switching which one I'm working on constantly so it might take a while, I am trying to do them though.

Hope you have a good day/afternoon/night and remember to stay hydrated! <3

[let-me-take-your-soul]

Can I request this scenario: Since Soul's from a famous musician family, he's being forced in an arranged marrige with other person from a musician family, so obviously both Soul and his fiance aren't happy about it and one night, Soul catches his fiance trying to run away. How do you think he'll react to that?

I like the thought of this scenario, so I wrote a whole little scene for it! Hope ya like it!!

Soul finding his arranged fiance trying to run away (GN pronouns)

Soul was already not fond of the pressure his family would push onto him with music and trying to present so formally amongst others. The line had been overstepped when his parents decided to set him up in an arranged marriage with some other aristocratic brat who also came from a musician family. Soul would have thought that the line of boundaries he had with his parents didn’t exist at all after that betrayal.

His parents had called him to meet someone, which Soul had dealt with plenty of times before when his parents wanted to show off their children. He knew something must have been up when there was another person there who appeared to be his age, but he expected a forced date at most, not marriage! They were fine enough to look at, but Soul knew nothing about them and he had no desire to try and get to know someone who was probably as stuck up and pompous as the rest of his family.

When Soul’s parents announced that he and this stranger were engaged to be married, the two of them locked eyes, seemingly equally shocked. 

“Woah, you have to be kidding, right? We’ve just met and you’re telling us that we’re getting married? None of this situation is cool in the slightest and there is no way I’m going through with it!” Soul had told them before storming out.

That led him to where he was now, walking around the gardens alone and debating what his next move was when he heard the sound of a door opening and closing. He looked around before realizing the sound came from above him and he was met with the sight of his now fiance standing on the second floor balcony, one leg swung over the railing as they tied what appeared to be a bedsheet to the rail.

“You know, the front door tends to be a better way out!” he calls, laughing as they nearly fall from being startled.

“What is wrong with you?! I could have hurt myself falling from this height!” they hiss back, loud enough so he could hear, but quiet enough to know they were trying to be sneaky.

“What are you even trying to do?” Soul asks.

They sigh, dropping the now tied bed sheet down and groaning as it still leaves them with about a 6ft. drop left if they were to climb down. 

“Listen, I’m sure that you’re a great person, and I’m sure if I sucked it up and went through with this marriage, we could probably learn how to live with it. But I don’t want to do that for the rest of my life! I barely want to be a musician. I can’t tell my family though because they would combust if I did. So, if I want any chance of escape from this life, I have to run away. Plus it’s not like you seemed thrilled about this either”

Soul listened to them speak and took a moment to let their words sink in before he made a decision himself. He walked forward silently before stopping underneath the dangling sheet.

“Want some help? I can catch you so you don’t hurt yourself on the way down” 

He flashed a toothy grin up at them and he could see them returning it in the dim moonlight. They swung their other leg over the railing and crouched down, grabbing their makeshift rope and slowly climbing down. When they get to the bottom, they look down and Soul gives a thumbs up before holding his arms out.

They drop, and crash into Soul’s arms harder than anticipated and they both drop to the ground while trying to stifle their laughter.

“Oh my gosh, I’m so sorry, are you okay?” Soul’s runaway fiance asks.

“Yeah, I’m good. Damn that drop was more intense than I expected. You alright?” He asks them.

“Yes, thank you.”

After the two of them make it back on their feet, they lock eyes and Soul’s heart jumps at the next question he’s asked.

“So, what are you going to do then?”

He pauses for a moment shifting his weight back and forth from one foot to the other. He glances back at his home, then back at the person in front of him. Slowly, another grin creeps onto his face.

“How great would it be if they lose the two people they want to control most tonight, right? C’mon, we’re eloping… without the actual marriage involved. Let’s just run off and we can both finally do whatever the hell we want.” Soul says to them.

They give him a big smile and grab his hand, tugging him along as the two of them run towards the street where they would finally make an escape.

Maybe Soul could thank his parents for trying to arrange this after all. It was the push he needed to make a new friend and start his new life.

[bunnyywritings]

a shy, goth s/o who goes by they/them pronouns

requested by anon; HIII!! I recently started watching soul eater and i finallyyy found someone who writes for them so im reallllly exited!! So i wanted to request something!! Can you do like how Crona, Kid, Soul and Stein would be like in a relationship with a shy goth s/o who uses they/tem prounons (sometimes she). Also when they talk about the things they like they get superrr extroverted and could talk for hourss about it! Also would it heart to ask if you could make cronas a lil longer, they are my comfort character🤧Also wanted to ask if you did emergency requests! If you dont that’s totally fine!!

[a/n: thank you for this request, my lovely anon! It gave me the way to get back into a writing flow again. I quite enjoyed writing for these characters since I don’t get very many Soul Eater requests, as for emergency requests...go ahead and send them in but I apologize if I don’t get it done quickly, seeing as I’m not quite that active on here like I was before. for now, enjoy! - yours truly, bunnyy -`ღ´-] 

- truthfully, i think he'd be a little confused at first

- about the whole pronouns thing

- despite being friends with Crona

- so, he'd approach Maka, Crona, and Subaki about it

- he'd be a little embarrassed because he mistakenly exposed his HUGE crush on you

- Subaki coos at him and thinks it's sweet

- Crona is glad to help, knowing that using they/them pronouns is still a foreign concept for some people

- Maka would definitely tease him but ultimately, she's glad he had asked for help

- after realizing that it was a rather simple concept to understand

- he'd get SOOO cocky

- he absolutely loves your style

- obviously thinks you're the coolest person to ever exist

- now the only thing in his way??

- your shyness

- he's only interacted with you a few times but because he tends to be a bit abrasive, you usually keep your distance

- the few times that Stein had called on you in class to answer a question was the most he's really heard you talk

- you were good friends with Kid though

- so you ended up hanging out with the group a lot

- he's seen how passionate you could get whilst talking about your hobbies or about things you liked to Kid or Liz

and Patty

- it made him a gajillion times more attracted to you

- after FINALLY gaining the courage to ask you out (you can thank Black Star for telling him that it wasn't cool to be such

a wimp)

- he'd be on cloud nine

- being in a relationship with Soul would be fun

- he'd be a little awkward at first but he'd soon ease into it

- he's really good at respecting your pronouns

- in the case that he slips up, which i don't really think he would, but if he does he'd feel absolutely terrible

- like he'd beat himself up so hard

- he would do anything to make it up to you

- 100% would cook you a super nice dinner as an apology

- if anybody ever made fun of your style or your pronouns, it's over for that person

- they'd have, not only Soul and Maka on their ass, but they'd have Black Star and Tsubaki, AND the literal son of the grim

reaper and his twin pistols

- overall, Soul would be such a sweetheart

- you make him so, so soft

- gosh i love him so much

- okay

- Kid is definitely somebody who would be up front with his feelings

- he knows about your use of different pronouns and he really admires your bravery to be so open about it

- i feel like he's definitely thought about going by he/they pronouns

- thinks it's absolutely adorable how shy you are

- despite being shy and closed off, he never overlooked you like some students or other staff

- he knows how clever you are

- don't even get me started on your style

- he love love loves your goth style

- especially when you wear anything with skulls on it

- when it comes to his feelings, Liz gets fed up with how ridiculous he's being

- she's watched him break down crying because the stripes on his head aren't symmetrical and someone as precious as you

would think he's trash

- which obviously isn't true

- he sees you out on the balcony, sat on the ledge and book in hand

- he's noticed you with it a lot but it's only the 1st book of a series

- he figures that maybe you just haven't had the chance to find the rest of them

- after some research, he finds that the series had been completed but because of the lack of readers, it was put out of

production and copies were pulled out of libraries and bookstores

- but alas, he had found one of the only complete series in existence in somewhat excellent condition

- it was quite expensive but that was really no problem

- he had wrapped up the set and had gifted them to you with a note and as you read the note, your cheeks burned

- he confessed his feelings

- the next day, you had approached him and thanked him for the gift as well as confessing your own feelings for him

- he thought the stuttering and flushed cheeks was adorable

- 100% the power couple at the DWMA

- sorry i don't make the rules

- Liz and Patty are definitely in love with you, especially with how versatile your fashion is

- Patty has definitely volunteered to paint your nails before

- MATCHING RINGS

- Kid definitely gets you a et of skull rings, just like his

- will go beast mode on anyone who makes fun of your style and/or use of pronouns

he's be such a gentleman and he practically worships the ground you walk on

- as he should  

- Stein would be quite used to the use of they/them pronouns since he has students who go by them

- when there's word of a new teacher at DWMA who goes by they/them, he's quite intrigued

- so much so that he would volunteer to show you around the enormous school

- 10/10 falls in love with you instantly

- your shy demeanor is such a contrast to your style

- definitely lives for teasing you

- anything to make you stutter

- but he'd be very blunt about his feelings

- he makes sure that you're being respected by students and staff alike

- threatens anybody who doesn't

- he gets you some screw earrings or a necklace (if you don't have piercings)

- it's his way of making sure people know that you're his

- Stein would be an excellent significant other

- he's a bit more on the playful side so just always be prepared for cheeky remarks

- he doesn't mind your shyness at all

- since he doesn't really favor going out too much so most of your dates are in doors, his place or yours

- probably with a cup of coffee and a book

- he can be sweet when he wants to

- isn't really into pda but i wouldn't be too surprised if he had a moment of spontaneity and pull you into his arms and

kiss you passionately  

- some students think it's romantic and others definitely tease the both of you

- since your social battery probably runs out pretty quick, he loves that it gives him an out from tiring staff get

togethers

- Death Scythe thinks it's absolutely HYSTERICAL to make fun of Stein's moments of softness

- but ultimately, he thinks the way Stein looks at you is sweet and makes him happy that his friend has found someone like

you

- cause you're the best

- duh

- his wardrobe has infinitely improved since the both of you got together

- all thanks to you

- overall 15/10 a good significant other

- ahh Crona, sweet sweet Crona

- they're the freaking cutest

- now i know that in the anime and manga, it's written that he uses he/him pronouns but it seem like on tumblr everyone has

just settled on using they/them instead because of Crona's androgynous style and frankly it's a bit of an unclear area

- so uhhh yeah, let's get started

- Crona would have trouble admitting that they had feelings for you, so they tries to hide it but alas, Maka had caught on

- it took Soul a bit longer to realize but he eventually did

- the group had caught on and thought it was adorable

- all of them had tried to help in any way they could

- but Crona just couldn't muster up the courage to tell you

- the both of you were quite shy so it was nearly impossible to get some type of interaction between the two of you

- Crona also really loved your style

- the both of you were similar in so many ways

- Black Star had actually been the one to let it slip that Crona had harbored some kind of affection for you

- Tsubaki had smacked him upside the head and chastised him since it wasn't his place to say anything

- but now that it was out in the open, it had given you the slight confidence boost you needed to confess

- but when you did, Crona just stood frozen, almost mortified by your words

- you took it as rejection and ran off into the woods surrounding the school campus

- Ragnarok had then made an appearance and started tugging at Crona's cheeks and telling them that they should go after you

- but of course, they hadn't

- instead, turning to Maka and Tsubaki for help

- the two had taken it upon themselves to look for you and clear up any misunderstandings

- the next day, Crona had approached you and apologized

- even though they're words were stuttered, you appreciated the gesture and asked Crona on a proper date

- they accepted before panicking because it had dawned on them that they had never been on a date before

- overall, Crona is such a sweet partner

- sure, a bit unexperienced but sweet nonetheless

- they try their best

- both of you have similar styles and everyone thinks the both of you are just the most adorable couple on campus

- Crona loved hearing you talk about the things you loved

- your eyes would sparkle and you'd move your hands so animatedly

- it's almost like you're a different person in that moment

- they just adored you

- they'd get upset if someone had disrespected your pronouns

- Ragnorak would definitely rage if someone disrespected you

- as much as he hated to admit it, he really really liked you

- mainly because you always carried sweets around for him

- ugh I just love Crona

[fallingforfictionalmen]

May Favs

here's my favorite fics i read in may!!   ** indicates smut, but if the work says 18+ regardless of sexual content pls respect the author these are all (character) x fem!reader or (character) x gn!reade (also I was really busy this month so there isn’t as many as usual but these ones are perfect gems)

Jack Thompson (Agent Carter)

undercover feelings - @writeroutoftime

Shot - @darling-i-read-it 

Marc/Steven/Jake (MCU)

Discoveries (I actually requested this one and it’s amazing🥰) - @stevenspector

Peter Parker (MCU) 

**Wolf Teeth** - @refairy

Bucky Barnes (MCU)

Awake My Soul Masterlist (it’s not finished but trust me, you’re gonna wanna keep up with it) - @foreverindreamlandd

Obi-Wan Kenobi (Star Wars)

**Love Sick** - @whirlybirbs 

Tommy Shelby (Peaky Blinders)

**Make Him Feel Better**- @holacia2 (idk why it isn’t letting me tag)

Shawn Mendes

**Wake Up Call**- @infiniteshawn

Chris Evans

**disneyland**- @bucksfucks

[morizoras-cave]

Marvel Cast Masterlist

** = Trigger Warnings

X Teen!Co-Star!Readers

Praise Unheard Of - Jake Gyllenhaal x f!teen!reader: You cry when you hear just how much Jake appreciates you and admires you.

Purple Patches** - Benedict Cumberbatch! f!teen!reader, Tom Holland x f!teen!reader: Benedict and Tom realize that your home life is not so great, to say the least.

You Need Rest** - Tom Hiddleston x f!teen!reader: Tom finds you, broken down from all the stress of school and work.

Knowing Yourself** - Sebastian Stan x f!teen!reader, Anthony Mackie x f!teen!reader: Sebastian and Anthony as well as your other cast members joke about your sexuality, but you don’t find it as funny.

Expectations** - Tom Hiddleston x f!teen!reader: Tom overhears you in a heated discussion with your parents, fighting their unreasonable expectations of you.

Uncomfortable** - Jake Gyllenhaal x f!teen!reader: You open up to Jake about how your boyfriend forced you to do something you’re uncomfortable with, and Jake is not happy about it.

Unreal** - Tom Holland x f!teen!reader: You experience an episode of dissociation and Tom helps you down again.

Sexualization** - Tom Hiddleston x f!teen!reader: An interviewer asks you inappropriate questions and Tom is not having it.

Big Smile** - Tom Hiddleston x f!teen!reader: Tom sees you cry for the first time, when you struggle to deal with the stress of school.

Too Loud - Jake Gyllenhaal x f!teen!reader: Jake discovers that you are not all shy, but actually loud and outgoing.

Swell** - Tom Hiddleston x f!teen!reader:  Tom finds out that you self harm and he does his best to help.

Bullies** - Tom Holland x f!teen!reader: Tom finds out about your bullies.

Brother From Another Mother - Tom Holland x f!teen!reader: You and Tom just have fun.

Action - James McAvoy x f!teen!reader: You get hurt whilst doing an action scene and try to hide it in shame, but James sees right through you.  

Premiere Nerves** - Tom Hiddleston x f!teen!reader: Tom calms you down from a panic attack during the premiere. 

The Legend Of Bepis - James Mcavoy x f!teen!reader: You and James terrify everyone with your horrific inside jokes..

Fat** - Tom Holland x f!teen!reader: Tom discovers your eating disorder. 

Red Lines** - Tom Holland x f!teen!reader, Benedict Cumberbatch x teen!reader: Tom and Ben discover your self harming habit. 

Obsessive** - Tom Holland x f!teen!reader: At a meet n’ greet a fan creeps you the hell out. Tom doesn’t like that.

Reflection** - Tom Hiddleston x f!teen!reader: Tom finds out that you are terribly insecure about your body and does his best to comfort you.

Trespasser** - Tom Holland x gn!teen!reader, Jake Gyllenhaal x gn!teen!reader: At a premiere a fan trespasses and inappropriately touches you. Tom and Jake are majorly pissed off. 

Sleepyhead** - MCU cast x gn!teen!reader, Benedict Cumberbatch x gn!teen!reader: You’re always asleep around set and the cast wonders why. 

Persistent** - MCU cast x f!teen!reader: With some of the marvel cast out at the mall, a boy won’t stop hitting on you, even when you politely decline. 

Take Care** - Chris Evans x gn!teen!reader: After a solid week of overworking yourself, forgetting to eat, and having no chance to sleep, you faint, and Chris is not happy about it.

Weird** - MCU cast x gn!teen!reader: When you get bullied at school for your rather unconventional personality, you clam up, fearing that you are annoying. 

Just a Cold - Tom Hiddleston x gn!teen!reader: It’s just a cold. Nothing too bad. That’s what you say, but then you faint on set, and Tom is not very happy about it.

Alley** - James Mcavoy x gn!teen!reader: James saves you from a creep in an alleyway. 

Noise** - MCU cast x gn!teen!reader: you’re overwhelmed by all the noise, and your castmates help you calm down.

Memories Last Forever - MCU cast x f!teen!reader: In an interview your costars gush over your talent and awesomeness, and reflect on all the good memories from set.

Sleepover - Sebastian Stan x f!teen!reader, MCU cast x f!teen!reader: You and the MCU cast have a secret sleepover. Things go off the rails.

Don’t Apologize** - Sebastian Stan x gn!teen!reader, Anthony Mackie x gn!teen!reader: An interviewer makes you feel really uncomfortable, so Sebastian and Anthony get angry. 

Pick Me Up** - Tom Holland x gn!teen!reader, Jake Gyllenhaal x gn!teen!reader: Your bullies beat you up, so you ask Tom and Jake to pick you up.

Over The Line** - Tom Hiddleston x gn!teen!reader: Tom finds out your manager abuses you, and gets pissed as all hell.

Delicate - Marvel Cast x gn!teen!reader: You’re an ex-stunt double, but the cast don’t know that, and are immensely scared that you will hurt yourself doing a risky stunt. You impress them.

Pass Out - Jake Gyllenhaal x gn!teen!reader, Tom Holland x gn!teen!reader: You’re sick and insist that you’re fine, but you end up passing out in front of fans. 

Paper Bag** - MCU Cast x gn!teen!reader: You get pimples and struggle so much with your insecurity, that you end up putting a paper bag over your head to conceal your face. 

Robbed** - Jake Gyllenhaal x gn!teen!reader, Tom Holland x gn!teen!reader: You get mugged and Jake and Tom help you feel like yourself again.

Treatment** - Sebastian Stan x gn!teen!co-star!reader, Anthony Mackie x gn!teen!co-star!reader: Your costars find out the terrible treatment you get at your foreign acting agency. 

Headcanons

Mentor - Tom Hiddleston x f!teen!reader: In which Tom is your mentor, and a description of what your friendship is like.

Soul Sister - Elizabeth Olsen x f!teen!reader: You’re a very closed off person, but Elizabeth just knows the way to your heart.

The Runt - Marvel cast x f!teen!reader: You’re the new youngest person in the MCU cast, and this is how several different people would react to and treat you. 

Substitute Dad** - Jake Gyllenhaal x gn!teen!reader: Jake discovers that you’ve never had a father figure and subconsciously takes that role into his own hands.

Young** - Jake Gyllenhaal x gn!teen!reader: Jake is overprotective of you because you’re very naive. 

Father Figure** - Tom Hiddlestonx gn!teen!reader: Tom is like your father figure. That’s exactly why you feel so sad, when you find out he’s gonna have a baby of his own.

X Teen!Family!Readers

The Story Of Many** - Chris Evans x teen!little sister!reader: Your role is taking an emotional toll on you, and Chris discovers that you have secretly been taking pills to cope with your mental health.

Road Trip - Sebastian Stan x teen!daughter!reader: Sebastian has planned a road trip for the two of you, but you’ve gotten a sick, and you hide it in fear of ruining the trip.

Misunderstanding - Chris Evans x teen!daughter!reader, Jaeden Martell x f!reader: You and Jaeden sneak out of a premiere to joke around and take pictures, but Chris thinks you’re doing something entirely different..

Drink** - Ryan Reynolds x teen!daughter!reader: Your drink is roofied at a party and Ryan comes to pick you up.

Break Up - Holland Brothers x gn!teen!sibling!reader: You experience your first break up, and the brothers are there to comfort you. 

Headcanons

Award Winning - Chris Evans x teen!daughter!reader: Chris’ reaction to you winning an award for Rising Star. 

Romantic X Readers

Jealous - Jake Gyllenhaal x f!reader: At an award show a celebrity tries to chat you up and Jake is NOT having it. 

X Child!Readers

Kid Problems** - MCU cast x f!reader, Mark Ruffalo x f!reader, Scarlett Johansson x f!reader: The MCU cast discover that your mom and their coworker is an abusive asshat.

Be My Date - Jake Gyllenhaal x gn!reader: Jake finds out your parents can’t go to the premiere and joins you instead. 

Bubble Laugh - Sebastian Stan x gn!reader: You’re shy, but you accidentally reveal your pure, loud, uncontainable laughter, and the cast loves it. 

Headcanons

Little Coworker - MCU cast x gn!reader: You’ve worked with a couple of marvel actors before, and they’re glad to show off your amazing acting skills to the rest of the cast.

[forever-rogue]

How about some softness with Din? Perhaps some star gazing? Just something gentle 🥺

Pairing: Din Djarin x GN!Reader

Word Count: 1.3k

Warnings: none

THE MANDALORIAN MASTERLIST

MAIN MASTERLIST

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It was quiet. For once.

There were no sounds of people, no raucous laughter, no hushed whispered, no words spewed in anger.

There was no machinery; no beeping or chirping droids rolling and moving about. No sounds of people working on ships, or some other crafts.

There were no animals crawling and squirming about, singing their songs as they tried to gather food and care for their young. There weren’t even any in sight. It was almost odd; part of you found it unnerving, the other part was glad for the moment alone. It was a moment to breath and relax, stolen along the way in a journey that had pushed past your breaking point and then further.

You were sure you were a rubber band rather a living breathing human. You were pushed and pulled to one extreme and then another and then back again. Gone through so much and survived even more. Surely no human should have been capable of surviving so much. Perhaps you weren’t human at all, but some sort of machine masquerading as one.

But then there were the little things. The little things that remained you that you did in fact possess a heart, that you did have feelings, that you were in fact, surrounded by love even when it didn’t feel like it.

It was a lot of those little things that made your heart feel like it was one pristine organ rather than a fragile, tiny object that had been smashed into thousands of pieces that had been roughly taped up again to resemble something real. It was the small laughs that met your ears in the late evenings or early morning. It was the gentle touches that seemed to linger when when they were long over. It was the soft kisses that were pressed all over your skin with nothing but reverence and adoration. It was being reminded that you weren’t the terrible person you had made yourself out to be, that you were a good person that deserved love and was capable of loving in return.

You hoped that feeling would never evaporate and disappear into thing air like so many other things did.

But for now it was quiet. Quiet enough to let you breathe, but the soft winds through the grass didn’t let your mind wander too far. You were thankful for that; when it was too silent the thoughts you had jammed to the far recesses of your mind crept forward. One day you’d have to unpack them, but for now, you chose to leave them to the side. You had a never multitude of things to worry about on a day to day basis.

A soft sigh escaped your chapped lips as you sat down on the hard ground and stared into the dark night sky. A shiver ran down your spine as you wrapped your arms around yourself to try and chase away some of the soul crushing chill. You weren’t uncomfortable per se, but you could have been warmer; those were luxuries that you’d learn to live without a long time ago. Who had the time to think about comfort when they were constantly on the run?

But tonight, as you stared at the glittering, twinkling stars that danced in the pitch dark sky, you felt...almost hopeful. Almost calm. Almost normal. There was something about seeing such beauty in the sky that reminded you that you weren’t alone. You weren’t the only one feeling like that is; you weren’t the first and you wouldn’t be the last. There was such an oddly calming feeling about this speck of beauty in the chaos.

And then -

“Cyare?”

The silence was gone. Broken. Just like you often felt. But the same man that had broken the silence had repaired you over and over again. As you had him. A perfect harmony in a broken galaxy.

“Din,” his name was light. Easy. With a groan - not of annoyance but of weariness - he plopped onto the ground and sat next to you. Touching. But barely. Just close enough so you knew he was there. A blanket was deftly placed around your tired bodies and you keened into his touch. A learned, practiced tango.

“It’s cold,” he mused as you nodded in agreement. It was too cold to be out there probably. But that had never stopped either of you before, “dark.”

“It’s night time,” you reminded him, a teasing, lilting tone in your voice. There was that love coming out again. So easily - effortlessly, “I like the stars. It makes things feel a little less lonely.”

“You’re not alone.”

No. You had him and a small green son. You were never alone, despite what the looming, lingering thoughts insisted.

A small smile crept onto your features at the gentle reminder.

“I know,” a hand touch. Yours squeezing his; his gloves were off and you were met with bare skin. If you would have turned your head, even just a minute fraction, you would have seen his face. You would have seen him watching you with reverence etched in those soft brown eyes.

You kept your gaze trained towards the heavens, counting all the dotted stars you could spy. You’d done a lot of things in your life some good, some bad, many questionable. But you’d never betray someone’s trust; especially not that of your Mandalorian.

“I love you,” it a quiet declaration after a few beats of quiet. It had increased in frequency over the past year. But every time it felt still new and invigorating. A fresh reminder that you were worthy. Fingers laced together; callous skin contrasting with softness.

“I love you,” a reminder from you to settle his own hopes and fears. It was a promise; that one day things would be different. That one day things would be calm and tranquil - domestic. You hoped that day would come soon. You weren’t sure how much more bending and snapping you could handle. The promise of the future was enough to keep you firm and true, “where’s the little one?”

“Sleeping,” you offered a nod of understanding, “as you should be. You must be tired.”

“I am,” you agreed, “can’t sleep. I wanted to watched the stars.”

“Can I stay?”

“Always,” this time was a head on his shoulder. Gone was the armor. He wasn’t the Mandalorian right now. He was Din Djarin; plain-clothed and human; flesh and blood versus beskar. A kiss was pressed to the top of your head. A sigh - one of relief.

It was quiet again. The only sound was a breath for a breath - steady inhale and exhale. Words weren’t necessary. Silence spoke volumes. Din had never been a man of many words. But you didn’t need him to be. This was okay too.

This was enough. You were enough - Din was enough.

Enough, enough, enough.

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[errorpeachy]

Hey Peachy! Hope you're doing ok! I was hoping to request prompt 6 with Soul Eater Evans and Sports by Beach Bunny as the song! Have a good rest of your day 💞!

I assume you mean the fluff prompts! Hope you enjoy! This takes place after Soul gets sliced by Crona! ~🍑💞

Pairing: Soul (Eater) Evans x gn! reader

Prompt(s): Fluff Promt #6, “It’s always been you.”

Song: Sports - Beach Bunny

cw: none!

You were sitting in the nurse’s office, fingers twirling around one another as you fidgeted. Soul, your close friend, was injured during their Italy mission. Once you had found out, you spent most of your time with him next to his bed, usually accompanied by Maka. She knew of your crush on the white-haired boy, and she felt horrible every time you looked at him with worry. When he woke up, you were in class. As soon as you heard about it, you had rushed out, not even explaining to the teacher why you were making a mad dash out of the room. You threw the door open, rushing over and pulling him straight into a hug. He had snickered, slowly wrapping his arms around you.

“I see someone was worried about me.” He joked, patting your head. “Shut up.” You muttered, sniffling a bit as you buried your face into the crook of his neck. “Rude.” He joked again, stroking your hair gently this time. You pulled away a little to look at his face, eyebrows furrowed as you two stared at eachother. “I was really worried, Soul.” You stated, watching as he frowned a bit. “Well yeah, but I’m okay now, so stop worrying. It’s lame.” He said, smiling a bit. You laughed, hugging him once more.

He was alright. He was awake, and hugging you, and god you never wanted this to end. You were so head over heels, it was pathetic. How could you like someone who most likely never liked you back? Sure, you two were close, but you weren’t Maka. You’ve seen the way he looks at her. Closing your eyes, you frowned and bit down onto your lip. “Y/N?” Soul questioned, “You good?”. You nodded, before inhaling.

Well, better now then never, you guessed.

“Hey Soul?” “Yeah?” He responded, looking down at you.

“I really really like you.”

He blinked, eyes going wide in shock as he stared down at you. His arms loosened, and you pulled back to look at him, nervously fidgeting with your fingers. “It’s alright if you don’t feel the same. I know it’s much more likely that you have a crush on Maka- you two are super close anyways...” you said, trying to make the possible rejection less hard on yourself. You could feel his grip on your shirt tighten, and suddenly you were yanked back into his hold.

“You’re so lame.” He joked, burying his face into the crook of your neck. You smacked him on the back of the head, which made him whine a bit while you laughed at him. “What do you even mean by that?” You asked, looking down at him. He raised his head up before flashing you a grin. “Idiot, it’s you. It’s always been you.” He said, snickering a bit as you grew flustered. “What? Really?” “Of course. Maka and I are close ‘n all, but I don’t like her like that.” He explained, causing you to laugh. “Man, I was worked up over nothing.” You said, sighing before pulling him back into a hug.

And just for a moment, everything felt okay,

[comesatimecomesashadow]

masterlist ii . ˚◞♡ ⃗ *ೃ༄

My masterlists are located at the bottom of this post, read rules stated below before requesting ! My request status can be viewed in my navigation !

note *ೃ༄ I write for many different characters [ mentioned down below ] & i might not be able to write frequently/fulfill asks too fast bcs im in my last year of hs so pls b patient ^^!

cw *ೃ༄ I may write fics containing uncomfortable topics [ depression, dissociation, SH, poverty, etc ], If you're not comfortable with such things, don't read. [ i include warnings at the beginning ]

rules *ೃ༄

I do not write problematic ships (proship, incest, etc.)

I will not write NSFW (soy menor de edad lol) & will not write suggestive stuff for characters who are minors. (i.e: megumi, denji..)

I write platonic, romantic + queerplatonic fics.

I write both chara x chara & chara x reader but i will not write chara x oc.

Reader is usually gender neutral (gn) unless I state otherwise.

I may take a while to complete requests as I'm busy + I wanna complete the req as best i can.

Do not translate/copy my works onto other platforms.

All of my original works are also on AO3.

what / who i write for *ೃ༄

Death Note : Lawliet L, Amane Misa, Rem, Ryuk, Near, Mello, Mikami Teru & Kagami Taro.

Jujutsu Kaisen : Gojo Satoru, Okkotsu Yuuta, Fushiguro Megumi, Fushiguro Toji, Zen'in Maki, Itadori Yuji, Kamo Choso & Higuruma Hiromi. (Will not write for Sukuna under any circumstances srry)

Chainsaw Man : Denji, Mitaka Asa, Power, Higashiyama Kobeni & Hayakawa Aki. (Will not write for Makima nor Himeno, srry not srry)

Naruto : Uchiha Madara, Uchiha Sasuke, Uchiha Itachi, Senju Tobirama, Uzumaki Naruto, & Hatake Kakashi.

Genshin Impact : Ragnvindr Diluc, Alberich Kaeya, Xiao, Kunikuzushi/Scaramouche, Il Capitano, Il Dottore, & Arlecchino.

Honkai Star Rail : Blade, Sunday.

Black Butler : Sutcliff Grell & Undertaker.

Boku No Hero Academia : Shigaraki Tomura, Bubaigawara Jin/Twice & Todoroki Toya/Dabi.

Soul Eater : Black Star, Death The Kid, Death, Evans Soul, Albarn Maka, Franken Stein.

Yu-Gi-Oh ! : Kaiba Seto, Bakura Ryo, & Ishtar Marik.

Shingeki No Kyojin : Jäger Eren, Ackerman Mikasa, Arlert Armin, Ackerman Levi.

Angels of Death : Foster Isaac.

Creepypasta : Jeff The Killer, BEN Drowned, Jane The Killer, Lulu & Laughing Jack.

Kimetsu No Yaiba : Shinazugawa Sanemi, Tomioka Giyu, Kokushibō / Tsugikuni Michikatsu.

Slashers : Michael Myers, Vincent Sinclair, Stu Macher.

Nana : Okazaki Shin'ichi, Terashima Nobuo, Osaki Nana & Komatsu Nana/Hachiko.

Arcane : Ekko, Jinx, & Vi.

Sonic : Shadow, Sonic, & Knuckles.

DiaLovers : Sakamaki Ayato, Sakamaki Reiji, Sakamaki Shu & Sakamaki Subaru.

tba..

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the walking dead *ೃ༄

incl. carl.

sonic *ೃ༄

incl. shadow.

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incl. Characters that only have 1-2 works & works that contain various characters/works containing multiple characters in a single piece.

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