#take your pick ahahah

[jade-parcels]

I will never get over the cowboy Diluc au I miss it dearly he is just so hot 😭

[suiana]

yandere! harpy who tries offering you his mating feather because he just loves you so much! he wants you to be his and what better way than to make you his mate?

he had met you a few months back after you got lost in the forest. his part of the forest of course. the harpy was a little confused by the appearance of some random human in the dead of the night. what were you doing here?

unfortunately he never found out. but that didn't matter. if you didn't wanna share that's totally fine. (you were passed out and couldn't talk)

he's worried that you might die if he let you be though, so he decided to watch over you while you fell asleep on the floor of his cave. aw, you're so cute! humans are adorable! you'd probably scream and try to get away from him when you woke up so he'll hide away.

....what he didn't expect was to get smothered by you...

"eh? what are you-"

"fluffy birdman."

"ahahah.... yeah..."

and just like that, a beautiful friendship was formed. and he found out that you were actually looking for the harpy (him). he was... flattered? embarrassed? a human was looking for him? why?

"cause birds are cool. and you're a bird so why not? also, i'm a researcher :3"

"um... ahaha..."

you came back to visit him again and again after that encounter. bearing gifts, talking to him, sharing about your life, asking about his life... the harpy was beginning to become a little more than just protective over you. you gave him gifts! surely this must be some sort of mating ritual for humans!

how could a bird like him distinguish between pure interest and love?

and you realized that too. unfortunately by the time you noticed his change in personality, it was too late.

"will you accept my mating feather?"

his big round eyes, plagued with obsession as his cheeks flush a beautiful red. you could only step back in horror as the harpy flashed a deceivingly innocent smile.

"sorry..."

silence filled the air as the harpy's smile dropped. ah. you rejected him?

"w-why? was my feather not pretty enough? should i pick another one?"

the harpy's chirps soon turned frantic as e grabs you by the arms and stares right into your very soul. why, why, why? weren't you interested in him? you're his mate aren't you? you love him!

no, someone must've tried to steal you away from him.

"is there someone else? someone tried to take my mate from me?"

you could only let out a shaky whimper as you stared at how his expression did a 180. no longer was he smiling or staring at you like a lovesick fool. no, now he was... looking right into your very being like you belonged to him.

"must be some other human... no worries, i'll just keep you with me. you should be with me anyway. my mate."

oops. looks like you fucked with the wrong bird.

[queenpiranhadon]

HII you commented on my post :’) 🎀

can I request pro hero bakugou x pro hero reader where reader usually pick up their kid(s) from daycare alone since BK is busy and usually gets home late:( and that kinda made their kid(s) upset and ignore their dad at home and cry really loud in front of reader secretly. So like reader came up with an idea to surprise the kid(s) and told BK to change his schedule or else reader will whoop his ass. So like the next day BK and reader went to daycare together and instead of reader standing behind the glass door it’s BK and that made their kid(s) go crazy and jumpy 🥺 thank you 💗

Idk I was watching this reel and got a lil inspired ~ https://www.instagram.com/jaxon.trevor/reel/CsTuZLUofpg/?igsh=MTNuZHY3ZDEwMnNoZA==

A/N: HIII SORRY THIS TOOK ME A WHILE AHAHAH BUT I LOVED WRITING THIS IT WAS SO CUTEEE Here's the masterlist!

Warning(s): Mild cursing, f!reader, your kids love you, pre-established relationship (you two are married), you have twins, Katsuki loves you, just fluffy fluff with like the mildest angst if you squint really hard.

Pairing(s): Bakugou Katsuki x Reader

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It's late. You were in the kitchen, cleaning up from dinner, as your husband finally relaxes in your shared bedroom after a long patrol. It was always like this, Katsuki getting home late, and you were left to take care of your two children in the meantime.

You didn't blame him, of course, you knew how hard he worked, given that he was the number 2 pro hero and with that came a lot of responsibilities. You yourself were number 5, which meant you also had a lot of missions, but thankfully since you ran your own agency, you could manage your schedules easier to be able to pick up your kids from daycare every day.

However, your twins, Kasumi and Akio, weren't as understanding as you were when it came to your husband's attendance at home.

You understood their pain, but tried to keep an open mind for the sake of your family. However, after a two month long mission that Katsuki was sent on, he had consequently missed your birthday, something that might've upset you slightly, but you didn't think it was a big deal.

The twins, however did. They were furious at this point, sobbing as they clung onto your shirt, snot and tears soaking the fabric, but you didn't mind, rubbing their backs comfortingly. You thought it was sweet, how much they cared, but they little voice in the back of your head agreed with them, if only a little. Katsuki was never at home anymore, and to be honest, you missed him.

When he came back, you welcomed him with open arms, but the twins had just peaked their heads out of their rooms before retreating back, as if this was a normal occurrence.

You sigh, and look back at Katsuki, who had a heartbroken expression on his face.

Grabbing his hand, you lead him to your shared bedroom, squeezing his hand softly and getting ready for bed.

Katsuki gets changed but only sits on the bed, and you lie down next to him.

"What's on your mind, love?"

He grunts and looks away, conflicted before looking back at you.

"Do...do the twins hate me?" he mutters, and you frown softly.

"No...they don't hate you Kats, they just...wish you were around more."

Your husband frowns, and you can see the guilt swimming in the depths of his vermillion eyes.

"Maybe you can pick them up from daycare tomorrow?" You suggest, as Katsuki still hasn't said a word.

Katsuki frowns. "But my schedule-"

"Katsuki Bakugou if you do not pick up your children from school tomorrow then I'm sleeping on the couch for a month." You retort back before he can finish.

Your husband's eyes widen, realizing that you've got him stuck. If it really came down to it, he would gladly sleep on the couch if you wanted him to - but you knew he loved you too much to subject you to the same fate.

"Damn it, fine. Don't you dare threaten me like that again, woman." he grumbles and you smile up at him victoriously.

"Awww you love me." you coo, and you kiss his arm softly before tugging him gently to join you under the covers.

Katsuki watches you drift away to sleep, cheek half smushed against his bare chest and he can't help the dorky smile that stretched across his face.

He loved you so, so much. More than you would ever know.

Encircling his strong arms around you, he hold you close, making a mental note to take you out for a nice date tomorrow as well, before drifting off to sleep as well.

When he wakes, you're gone, with a note on the fridge that says that you left to drop the kids off and that you'd be back after work. He chuckles, and decides to clean up the house in the meantime.

He can't remember the last time he had a day off, it felt weird, to be honest. He felt restless, and so he did everything and anything to keep himself occupied while taking a majority of the burden you had off your shoulders.

Once the house was clean, he rifled through your closet, picking out the sundress he loved - accentuating your curves while the color brought out everything he loved about you, which was well, everything.

When you return home, Katsuki's getting changed into some nice clothes, surprising you as he tells you to go shower and get ready while he picks up the kids.

You're most definitely surprised, wondering where all of this is coming from, but you can't say you're upset about him, giggling softly and deciding to play along, feeling your heart warm as you hear the car door shut.

Katsuki parks the car in the parking lot, and approaches the building, giddy but slightly nervous at the same time. What if the kids still hated him? Would he be able to make things better?

However all his worried disappeared the moment he saw his kids' overjoyed faces at seeing him.

Their eyes brighten and they scream excitedly, bolting towards him with speed that was almost inhuman, tackling him and almost knocking him down.

"DADDY!!!!!" Kasumi squealing, leaping up and attaching herself to his leg.

Akio looks up at him, agape. "You-you're actually here?!"

Katsuki chuckles and ruffles his son's hair lovingly."Yeah, I am, bud. M'sorry I couldn't pick ya up sooner...Ya know how hero work is."

The kids nod, hugging him tightly as his hefts them up to sit on either of his hips.

"C'mon you two. We're gonna go surprise yer mama when he get home, got it? We'll take out her somewhere nice."

The twins look at each other micheviously and nod vigorously. "Daddy's in looooove" they sing, giggling uncontrollably.

Katsuki chuckles and can't help but feel his heart flutter at the thought of you.

"Yeah, Daddy's in love all right."

[mspopstar]

Hey Meta Knight! Always wanted to know this: Do you get your cape dry-cleaned or is it machine-washable?

"Oh! Oh! Since Sir Meta Knight is busy, I have been asked to answer in his stead. I take care of it! Washing Captain Meta Knight's cape is a great honor so I'd be happy to share.

Captain Meta Knight has several different capes, he has a cape made out of wool for the colder months and he has a cape made for special events that's pure silk. He does have a cape that's for every day wear that's a canvas cotton. Other than the wool one, all of his capes have a gold trim and a collar that's attached through a clasp. The capes are worn above his dimensional cape!

I hand wash his silk and and wool cape! Those are tedious to take care of, but I don't mind it. For the silk and wool capes, I use a gentle no rinse detergent, soak them for a few minutes, swish them around in the basin. For the silk I hang it to dry and for the wool I lay flat on an ironing board to dry as well. Captain Meta Knight's every day cape is made with a cotton and canvas blend so I can toss it in the washing machine and dryer so long as it's cold water. As for the capes inner lining, otherwise known as his dimensional cape by others... It was a trial and error to figure out how to take care of that! I spray it with an industrial strength cleaner to sanitize and go as far to toss in some aromatics to help with the off-putting bloody and metallic smell the cleaner doesn't rid of. Lavender and rosemary works best! Of course, now I can go the extra mile and wear a harness so I can deep dive and clear out old things Sir Meta Knight doesn't need like candy wrappers or litter he picks up on his patrols and forgets to trash. All I have to do is make sure that my harness is locked, I don't stare directly into the cape and I don't speak something called "ancient" around it. The harness is the most important part!

Ahahah, wouldn't want that to happen again! There's no air in there."

-Sailor Waddle Dee of the Battleship Halberd

[n3ptoonz]

mind writing for the Earthrealm men getting caught masturbating by the reader??👀

mk1 hcs: how the earthrealm guys react to getting caught 🥩 👊🏾 by reader

warnings: suggestive; a lil steamy, i play too much (was sick and ovulating while writing this help me god), GERAS SPOTTED???

reverse roles here

Johnny Cage

Left the door open on purpose. WIDE OPEN. There he lied on his silk linens, blasting Marvin Gaye and going to town without taking his eyes off the door. Honestly wouldn't be surprised if he added a sexy ninja mime (i will never stop referencing past games) to act out him getting caught

When you "catch" him all you can do is facepalm, but it's outta love. Expect to have him let loose 50 cheesy pick up lines, dick in hand and all. Like he would still jerk it like he wasn't stuttering over his words once you took over

If you join the cheesy line fun, he may or may not cum on the spot. He loves when you're playful back. And tease him a lot. But like. Way more than he teases you. He can and will fall in love all over again (he will also bust quickly to this too. MULTIPLE times)

Raiden

This cutie pie. Snookums bbg. Blushing like a fool because you managed to overhear him utter your name multiple times in a hushed voice dripping with lust

I fully see him falling out of his bed and scrambling to pull his covers down with him just to cover his lower half. He gets even more nervous when he sees you not even attempting to leave, but instead having an inviting look on your face

Cue the comically loud gulp sound effect. His pretty brown eyes never left your figure, sitting on the hardwood floor with a painful erection between his thighs under a rather comfortable blanket. You'd have to ask if he wants help from your own lips, otherwise no sound would be in the room other than steady breathing and his heart thumping loud as hell (he says yes at the speed of light)

Smoke

Deer in headlights. One minute ago he was furiously zerkin it like there was no tomorrow, slutty sounds escaping his lips with no shame. Now he's like...oh...! You heard that..? Ahahah..

Would apologize so many times he ends up doing it in Czech. Please tell him it's okay😭In fact you'd only shut him up by telling him it was hot

Activates self indulgence beam I think...he'd be into it if you told him to finish what he started. Like sitting in a chair and watching him and he's not allowed to close his eyes- IM GETTING AHEAD OF MYSELF (fic idea huehue)(if you write it before me, tag me.) But also albeit he stumbles over his words, he'd find some sort of way to ask for your help

Geras

WHAT!!! GERAS I KNOW WTF WHAT yeah he may be an immortal being but the man has his own needs. And is it even a question like...you're wondering how THAT fits in his hand like jesus christ you're going to kill someone sir (i got next)

It's nothing extravagant. He wasn't summoned by Liu Kang for a while, so he figured why not? He doesn't get much time to himself so let's crank one real quick 👀

Think of any scene from mk11 where he got "hurt" and was grunting, that's the sounds he was making and you could hear it through his door. But you thought he was hurt, so you came through the door just to be greeted by a SNAKE in his grip

Surprisingly calm...almost too calm...did he predict this? Who knows, all we know is you interrupted him and would definitely like your help. Does not shy away from this request too but that's how we like it 😈

Liu Kang

A similar incident with Geras. You overheard him while you wandered through his mansion trying to find and surprise him. So when you finally found his bedroom door and barged in, thinking he needed help, there he was dick in hand and completely unexpecting

He would try to remain calm but it would be clear as day that he was nervous. He'd quickly cover up with a pillow and give a small smile, asking if you needed anything like he wasn't shirtless and heart pumping at mach speeds

In his mind was like a static sound as he tried to focus on not getting hard again looking at you, feeling a little guilty as he couldn't help his instincts. I guess the God contract never said escaping from mortal desires! You offer to join the fun and he's like HUH...well, if you insist! (again he looks calm but is very, very excited, i promise)

Kung Lao

He had been schmeat beating after his long days of training so this isn't a new occurrence for him. But obviously, you've never walked in on him before. He was always able to get it done before he saw or met with you

Normally you rendezvous to Madam Bo's but you're like hm, why not bring him something to eat since you know he had a long day! Once you entered it didn't take you long to hear him calling your name from his room, so naturally you thought he knew you were here. But...it started to become like a chant. His voice breathy and deep (save me shaolin monk save me-) So when you check it out you find him with his head thrown back, hair messy and coated in sweat

The favoritism is leaking through the screen LMFAOOO He heard the door creak and yelped, asking why you were there so early out of breath you held the to-go bag in your hands with pure shock, immediately getting the idea to tease the shit out of him. He does it to you all the time, why not return the favor?! And he's like well?? Are you gonna help??? UH YA I WAS GETTING TO THAT😹😹

Scorpion

Kuai Liang rarely ever has the time to even talk to you, let alone talk to himself! So one of the few times he didn't think you were showing up to the temple but he had time to himself that he didn't think would last very long, he just needed to relieve his own stress real quick

Damn, he forgot he invited you to the temple since it was a slow day. You were appointed to his room by one of the recruits and sang his name, opening the door to the sound of squelching and panting

Your little song came to a stop at the same time of his gasp; eyes locked on yours. He wanted to smile, and drop everything to greet you like the situation wasn't what it was, but before he could even begin to hide himself you calmly close the door and watch his demeanor quickly switch to smug...it's gonna be a long day for the both of you😮‍💨

Sub-Zero

I'm using the same scenario from my first bi-han fic bc i said so, bite me!

He was avoiding you because he couldn't control himself around you any longer. The more he thought about you and how you pissed him off to great lengths before has him wanting to do terrible...terrible things (shoutout loki)(i've never seen loki) but he must suffice with pleasuring himself to the thought of you, the way your voice rang in his head, and how hot you looked patching up his injuries

When you caught him oh he was so sexually frustrated he couldn't think straight, panically pulling you into his room dick swinging and all. The scowl on his face didn't match the pink blush that was starting to form at how you looked at him. Why you were at his door is the least of his concerns, if you don't help him take care of this right now he might lose his mind 🥹

Kenshi Takahashi

He wasn't supposed to be last but I accidentally clicked on a tumblr notification and lost my notes on him so. LETS TRY THIS SHIT AGAIN.

When you caught him he was so so embarrassed. Don't let the calm and hot and sexy demeanor fool you, when it came to you it's like he's a clone; unrecognizable. He was stuttering and trying to justify whatever you just saw but then also asks why you showed up unannounced

You explain he said to come around this time a few days ago to spend some time together, and now he was mentally kicking himself bc how could he forget something so simple?! But hey, the fact that you weren't even budging, and even approaching him with a smile on your face told him all he needed to know. And who is he to say no to some help from a fine individual like you???

a/n: cranked this request out for y'all (fic might be posted today) this is a gift from me to you guys 😄 happy christmas and merry holidays to any and all cultures that do or don't celebrate during this time fr ❤️

[whalesforhands]

kaizen daycare! 1

summary: you love taking care of such adorable children, and they love you in return. however, it seems that you’ve garnered more than just the attention of some cute kids.

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You rejected him again.

“So how about tomorrow? I’ll come pick you up for dinner at my place?” His genteel smile, his captivating eyes, black hair draping over his shoulders as he’s leaning down slightly to stand before you, his three children long strapped into their seats within his car to ensure that they don’t overhear his conversation.

(Note that they could still very much see him, twins practically clambering over Megumi to get a better view of you two through the car window.)

Your pretty eyes are shifty, averting away from him as you scratch at your cheek. “Mmm, I’m afraid I won’t be available tomorrow, Geto-san.”

He’s already deflating, a barely put-together smile starting to give way to a frown as he nearly fails to hide his disappointment. He shouldn’t push you for a reason, right?

(Right…?)

“Ahh, I see. I suppose we could plan for another day, then.” He’s not going to hound you for an answer if you won’t tell him voluntarily.

“I’m really thankful for the invitation though, I’m sure you and your husband make great food!” A cute grin overtakes your face as your eyes turn into adorable crescents, a hand placed on your cheek. “I surely wouldn’t mind getting to eat the extra cookies you bake all the time.”

His heart melts. You’re forgiven.

Geto Suguru wants to slam his head into the steering wheel. Cookies, cookies— They were just made as an excuse to give way to longer conversations with you—!

“Papa, are you okay?” Mimiko’s shy voice is heard along the ride home, the passing streetlamps giving a warm glow to the interior of the car in contrast to the otherwise darkened, gloomy atmosphere of their father.

“Papa is… Just fine…” If getting rejected by someone as lovely as you 6 times in a row is considered fine, anyway. “Thank you for asking, dear.” He’s basically sulking as his eyes are kept on the road, a deep sigh leaving him as he turns a corner.

Eh? Mimiko really doesn’t think he’s fine at all. Did something upset him today?

“Oh, oh! Nanako knows why, Mimi!” The excited blonde is jumping in her seat as she raises an arm in the air, as if waiting to be called upon. “Gumi and I figured it out wayyyyy fast!”

“It wasn’t hard.” Megumi is almost looking triumphant, cute, chubby arms crossed and proud.

“…Is that so, sweethearts?” Suguru’s eyes flicker to the rear view mirror, amethyst purple meeting overjoyed brown and blank green that nods at his sister’s antics. “Care to tell what you think is making Papa sad?”

(There’s no way they figured it out, right? They may be his kids, but still…)

“Cause…” A contemplative finger on her lip as she lets the tension of unknowing rise for dramatic effect, an innocent grin on her cute face. “Cause Daddy and Papa are hopeless at getting (name)-sensei’s attention!”

Geto Suguru really wants to slam his head into the steering wheel now.

——

“AHAHAH!” There’s a loud laughter about the room now that Gojo Satoru has appeared, bathrobe around his form and towel in his hair as he kicks his feet into the air whilst laying down, held within Suguru’s embrace as he holds his stomach.

“Can’t— Hahah!” He’s struggling to breathe, a deep intaking of air as he gasps. “Pfft, believe how that sensei is so~ oblivious.” He wipes a tear from his eye, his voice finally finding itself as he rolls onto his side to face his pouty husband.

“Aren’t you laughing a little too much, Satoru?” The red on Suguru’s cheeks is very apparent as the shame manifests itself on his face. How many failures does he need? Geto Suguru was so sure that you had liked them, would even go as far as believing that you definitely had the hots for them.

(Because, who wouldn’t?)

“Aww, is wittle Suguwu hwurt?” An arm props his head up to better see his the blushing red of his husband. “Want a wittle kissy? Satoru will indulge you— OW!” He feels himself lose balance before his back his flat against the bed, an unimpressed Suguru atop of him.

Narrowed purple and playful blue meet as the black-haired male continues to straddle him. “Not the point, Satoru.” A pat to the smiling man’s cheek. “We haven’t made progress at all—“

“Don’t worry your pretty head off about our adorable teacher.” A smirk as Geto feels a hand trail up his thigh, exceeding close to the boxers he donned for bed.

“I got just the plan.” A wink as he grabs his waist, using his body weight to roll them over so that he would be the one on top, a loving hand stroking Suguru’s cheek.

“And I’m certain it’ll work this time~”

——

“Good morning… You’re awfully early today, Gojo-san…” A yawn escapes your lips as you hold a still sleeping Nanako in your arms, cradling her close and stroking her head as Gojo held the other two.

(You look awfully domestic. It makes his heart all the more softer at the sight.)

“And I’m sorry for that, sweet thing.” He adjusts a stirring Mimiko in his hold. “The family’s been too busy with our move lately, ya know? Gotta drop them off early to get the rest of the boxes.” His grin is ever bright as he follows you into the daycare, his footsteps light and his body close as they tested the limits of your boundaries.

(Truth was, he didn’t even need to move any boxes or anything. He just wanted to see you.)

“You must be working very hard, Gojo-san.” You hum quietly as you reach the nap area, the nightlights on and encompassing the room with their comfy glow as you gently kneel down to place a still sleeping Nanako onto a mattress, the man’s shoulder grazing yours as he placed the rest of his kids together.

“I think the change of pace is worth it. The relocation is gonna be a benefit to all of us.”

(My, is the new home that good?)

“It must be exhausting having to move houses, though.” You take this chance to poke at one of the mochi-like cheeks of Megumi, watching as his little nose twitches. “I hope you’re letting them get enough rest, Gojo-san.”

“Oho, plenty!” A glimmer of his teeth as you catch his bright smile. “You could even say they’re so excited, they can barely sleep thinking about yo— It.”

You’re humming as you follow-up with the light chatter, just happy to be able to have such light-hearted conversation with the man, ignoring how his fingers brushed against your own when you both reached for the blanket at the same time.

(This isn’t the time to think about such things! And he’s married!)

Unlike his husband, Gojo Satoru always seemed so hard to read, so hard to approach even after you’ve seen the softer, sweeter sides of him.

He was simply… Intimidating in his own right.

There is an odd, palpable air inbetween the two of you as the silence starts to drag, a gaze that’s seemingly stuck on you that hints and twinges between the line of unsettling. Hmm… You must be kind of tired today.

“Say, Gojo-san.” You’re getting up, patting off your apron and the almost scary tension as you lead him out the nap room. “Is your place near this area? I’ll be happy to help you find your way around.” Your back is turned to him as you gently close the door.

(You turn around only to meet the same intense blue, looking like they were glaring into your very being.)

“Well, we just moved into the apartment complex not far from here.” He takes a pause to tuck a loose strand of your hair back that your drowsy form fails to take note of. “I think it was—” His intense eyes glance downwards meet your dazed own, playful and prodding blue to the innocently awaiting you.

(So cute.)

“Akutami Estate.”

Your once sleepy self perks up at that mention, certainly recognizing that name.

“What a coincidence, Gojo-san! I happen to live within that building too!”

“That so? My, what a coincidence indeed.” His returning grin is bright, but his eyes are hard to read considering the sunglasses that had been slid back in place to hide them from your view.

“So, how about a little housewarming dinner tonight? My place, of course.”

There’s no way you can refuse now, right?

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Notes:

“Shokoooooo…!” You’re whining as you sat on her chair, making grabby hands for her whilst slumped into the plush seat.

“You’re awfully needy today. What’s the matter?” She’s patting your head as you suddenly lean forward to wrap your arms around her hips, your face dug into her side as you muffled incoherent words into her doctor’s coat.

“What? Don’t speak with my clothes in your mouth.”

You pull away, pouting up at her with what looked like glossed over eyes. “I think I just doomed myself…”

“Huh?”

[moonselune]

:0 the girls go out to build a bear

ahahah yes.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

Karlach:

The afternoon finds you and Karlach walking through the bustling streets of Rivington, hand in hand, weaving between the vendors and locals. The air is filled with the scents of roasted chestnuts and fresh bread, laughter echoing from the nearby stalls, and Karlach’s face lights up as she spots the shop you’ve been looking for. It’s a quaint little storefront with a sign shaped like a stuffed bear and vibrant colors that make it stand out among the shops and taverns surrounding it.

“This is the place?” Karlach asks, glancing down at you with a mixture of excitement and disbelief. “Where you can, what… make your own bear?”

You nod, grinning. “Not just bears, apparently,” you reply, leading her toward the door. “The shopkeeper said they have all sorts of animals and creatures. And you get to dress it up, make it your own.”

Karlach’s face breaks into a wide smile as she pulls you in. The shop is warm and inviting, with shelves lined with colorful fabric animals in various states of completion, piles of stuffing, and racks of tiny outfits. A kindly older woman behind the counter greets you, giving a warm nod and gesturing to a table with several forms on display.

“So, what’ll it be?” she asks with a wink. “Bear, fox, dragon, unicorn… we’ve got a good assortment.”

Karlach’s eyes are wide as she looks over the options, pausing for a moment to touch a soft, plush dragon in a rich, emerald green. She needed to find the perfect friend for Clive.

She squeezes it experimentally and glances over at you. “What do you think, babe? I’m kinda torn here. Do we go classic with a bear or something cooler, like a dragon?”

You pick up a little fox with oversized ears and hold it up for her inspection.

“A fox could be cute. Clever and fiery, like you.” You give her a playful nudge, and she laughs, her cheeks pink with excitement.

Finally, she decides, grabbing a large, fluffy bear form and holding it out for your approval. It’s classic, soft, with big, round ears and a soft, sweet expression.

You both head over to the stuffing station, and the woman gets to work, choosing a slightly firmer fill—“So it doesn’t get all floppy,” she explains as she adjusts the stuffing.

With the bear stuffed, it’s time to pick clothes. The shop has an array of outfits, from tiny armor sets to cozy sweaters, even little capes and boots. You pull out a tiny leather jacket with studs on the shoulders and hold it up to Karlach. “Now this just screams badass bear.”

She laughs, her eyes shining as she takes the jacket and slips it onto the bear.

“Definitely a badass,” she agrees, fussing with the collar. “But maybe he needs some pants too. What do you think, battle-ready bear?”

Together, you find a pair of tiny black pants that fit the bear perfectly, along with a little bandolier and some fingerless gloves that Karlach insists on.

“Now he looks like he could take on Avernus himself,” she says proudly, showing off the finished product.

As you admire the bear, you notice Karlach’s attention caught by something else—a little red heart, plump and soft, resting in a basket near the counter.

The shopkeeper explains, “That’s a heart you can put inside, give it a bit of life. Tradition around here is to make a wish on it before you put it in.”

Karlach’s expression softens, and she takes the heart, placing it in her hands. She closes her eyes for a moment, looking thoughtful, her lips moving in a silent wish before she gently tucks the heart inside the bear, sealing it up with care. She looks over at you, her eyes sparkling with a mixture of excitement and affection.

“You gonna make a wish too?” she asks, holding the bear out to you.

You smile and press your hand over the bear’s heart, closing your eyes and making a quiet wish of your own, one for happiness and love and more days exactly like this. When you open your eyes, Karlach is watching you, her smile soft and warm.

“Guess we’re kinda like the bear now,” she murmurs, giving your hand a squeeze. “All patched up and held together, with a whole lot of heart stuffed in.”

You grin, slipping an arm around her waist as you both head out of the shop with your new bear friend. Karlach ranting to them how much they are going to love Clive.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

Minthara:

It’s a crisp, lively day in Rivington as you and Minthara stroll down the market lanes, absorbing the scents of roasted nuts and fresh bread mingling with the chill in the air. Her expression is its usual composed mask, brows drawn ever so slightly in that way that signals she’s entirely too serious for the frivolities of a mortal town.

But you’d convinced her to come here, all because you’d heard of a quaint little shop nestled among the other storefronts—a place where you could build your own plush companion, picking every detail down to its outfit and form. When you suggested it, Minthara’s scoff was immediate, her face a mask of disdain.

“Why would I waste my time on such things?” she had muttered with a slight toss of her head. But she followed you all the same, a spark of curiosity in her eyes that she tried—and failed—to completely hide.

Now, standing in front of the shop, Minthara crosses her arms and gives you a look, raising one sleek brow.

“So this is it?” she asks. “The grand establishment where people line up to… sew creatures and stuff them with cotton?”

“Only the most dignified of activities,” you reply, eyes glinting with amusement. “Surely even you have time for a bit of whimsy?”

She rolls her eyes but pushes open the door, a chime ringing through the shop as you both step inside. It’s warm here, shelves piled high with little creatures in all colors and forms. The air smells faintly of lavender and linen, and a cheerful older woman behind the counter waves as you walk in.

“Well, aren’t you two a sight,” the shopkeeper says with a grin. “Here to make yourselves a friend?”

You nod, glancing at Minthara, whose gaze is now locked onto a display of different unstuffed forms. Her eyes linger, narrowing thoughtfully at each creature, her fingers grazing a small black cat and then a bear with pointed ears.

“Need some help?” you tease softly, stepping close to her, but she’s already picked up a panther-shaped form, holding it carefully with both hands as she examines it.

“I’m… perfectly capable of deciding,” she replies, though her voice is softer than usual. She studies the stitching along the panther’s paw, the curve of its small ears. “This one has potential,” she mutters to herself.

With newfound purpose, she heads toward the stuffing station, ignoring the shopkeeper’s offers for assistance as she settles at a table with her empty plush. You watch, fascinated, as Minthara meticulously places small handfuls of stuffing inside, pausing occasionally to test the firmness of each limb.

“Not too much,” she murmurs, her tone completely serious. “This one should be agile, not some soft lump.” She pokes at the stomach, nodding to herself when it feels just right. “There we go. A panther is built for more than just sitting around. They need strength and purpose.”

You bite back a smile, watching her concentrate. Minthara’s typical icy control is slipping, her brow furrowed as she perfects every detail. When she’s finally satisfied with the stuffing, she smooths her hands over the plush panther with a look of quiet approval.

“Wouldn’t have pegged you for such a natural,” you tease, and she narrows her eyes at you, though you catch the slightest hint of pride there.

“Am I supposed to create something half-finished?” she retorts, though there’s a softness in her gaze now as she regards the panther. “I’ll leave no creature—however insignificant it may be—without a proper purpose.”

Next comes the clothing, and she surprises you again with her patience as she sifts through various tiny outfits. You pick up a miniature set of dark leather armor, a little too on the nose, but she takes it from you, turning it over in her hands before setting it aside.

“Armor that heavy would weigh it down,” she murmurs thoughtfully. “This panther requires something more… fitting.”

Eventually, she settles on a deep midnight-blue cloak that she fastens around the panther’s neck with delicate precision. Then she finds a tiny satchel, tucking it under the panther’s cloak. It’s a subtle but perfect touch, and you can tell she’s entirely pleased with the result.

“There,” she says softly, holding up the finished panther and looking at it with surprising fondness. “A creature with purpose. Sharp and loyal. This one is meant for more.”

“It’s a masterpiece,” you say warmly, watching her face soften as she takes in the details she’s so carefully crafted.

She meets your gaze, feigning nonchalance. “It’s just a silly trinket,” she says, though her grip on the wolf is gentle, her thumb stroking over its ears in a rare, unguarded display.

“Then you won’t mind if I ask the shopkeeper to put it back, right?” You reach for it playfully, but she pulls the panther back with a low glare that turns into a slight, reluctant smile.

“Don’t push your luck,” she warns, but you see the warmth in her eyes, the pride she’s trying so hard not to show.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

Lae'zel:

Walking through the bustling streets of Rivington, you feel a faint buzz of excitement. The day’s been one of leisure, a rare occurrence for you and Lae'zel, and you'd both decided to explore the town without the usual sense of urgency. Somewhere along the way, you mentioned a place you'd heard of—a quaint little shop where you could build your own stuffed companion from scratch, choosing everything from its form to its clothes. Lae'zel had raised an eyebrow at you, skeptical as ever but intrigued enough to follow along.

As you near the shop, a subtle frown etches across her face.

“So,” she says, voice tinged with her usual caution. “This place allows you to ‘craft’ a companion? A stuffed animal?” She says the words carefully, like they’re foreign to her. “What exactly is the purpose of this custom?”

You chuckle, pushing open the door and leading her in. “It’s a pastime, a tradition. People make these as keepsakes, gifts, things to remember a moment or a person by. It’s just… fun.”

“Fun.” She repeats the word slowly, as if tasting it. Her gaze sweeps over the shop with narrowed curiosity. Shelves lined with various plush forms await: bears, cats, wolves, and stranger creatures yet, all soft and waiting to be filled. The air is warm and smells faintly of lavender and cedar, inviting and cozy. A cheerful shopkeeper greets you both with a wave, gesturing toward the tables of plush animal forms and baskets of tiny outfits, ribbons, and trinkets.

Lae'zel looks around, a glint of skepticism in her eyes, but she steps forward. You catch her eyeing a wolf form with tentative interest. She reaches out, pressing her fingers against it, testing the fabric.

“Is it meant to be a weapon, in some form?” she asks, brow furrowed as she studies the unstuffed dragon. “Or perhaps a token of one’s own might?”

You laugh, shaking your head. “Not everything has to be practical or powerful. Sometimes it’s about making something that’s just… comforting.”

She looks back at the dragon, her expression softening as she regards it anew. “I see,” she murmurs, her voice thoughtful. “Then I shall make one to remember today.”

She selects the dragon and turns to you, a fierce determination in her eyes.

“Teach me the steps,” she says, her gaze unwavering.

You guide her to the stuffing station, where she stares down at the soft white fluff in a bowl with suspicion. “I am to… stuff this inside?”

“Exactly,” you reply, hiding your amusement. “Not too much—just enough to make it firm, but still soft.”

Tentatively, she picks up a handful of stuffing, pressing it into the wolf’s paw with a careful touch. Her fingers are precise, almost delicate, as she works, and a look of intense concentration settles on her face. She pauses after every handful, inspecting the stuffed limbs with the same scrutiny she would a weapon.

“This is… peculiar,” she mutters. But you catch a faint, almost shy smile as she adjusts the amount of stuffing in the dragon’s chest. “It feels… satisfying. Like I’m bringing it to life in my hands.”

A pleased warmth fills you as you watch her. “That’s exactly it. You’re creating something all your own.”

Once she’s satisfied with the dragon’s form, you lead her to the table with the tiny outfits. A gleam lights up her eyes as she picks up a miniature set of armor. She turns it over in her hands, inspecting every detail with an approving nod.

“It must be prepared for battle, no?” she says, a slight smirk pulling at her lips. “I shall dress it as a proper warrior.”

You can’t help but chuckle as she fastens the tiny armor to the dragon, adjusting each strap and piece with surprising care. She’s meticulous, making sure each detail is perfect, and once she’s finished, she sets the dragon in her hands, admiring her work with the kind of satisfaction you rarely see from her.

“It is… strong,” she says, almost to herself. “This little creature is a warrior in spirit, even if it is soft.”

“It’s wonderful,” you say, smiling as you watch her. “You’ve made it your own.”

She glances up, meeting your eyes, and there’s a flicker of something vulnerable and uncertain in her gaze. She’s quiet for a moment, as if searching for the right words.

“I would not have thought such a thing could bring me pride,” she admits, her voice barely a murmur. “Yet, I feel… pleased. Proud, even.”

You squeeze her hand gently, warmth blooming in your chest.

“Sometimes it’s the small, simple things that hold the most meaning,” you say softly. She nods, a faint smile breaking through her usual stoic expression. Holding her dragon in one hand, she stands a little taller, her expression resolute but happy.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

Shadowheart:

The moment you mention the quaint little shop in Rivington, you can tell Shadowheart’s interest is piqued, though she tries to hide it behind a smirk and a dismissive shrug.

“A shop where you… what, create cuddly animals?” she asks, her tone laced with feigned boredom. “Seems a touch childish, don’t you think?”

But you catch the glimmer of curiosity in her eyes. You know she’s intrigued, maybe even more than she’d like to admit.

“Oh, come on,” you say with a playful grin. “When’s the last time we got to do something just for fun? Something with absolutely no stakes?”

She rolls her eyes, but as you lead her through the cobblestone streets, she follows without complaint. The shop, tucked away on a quiet side street, looks like something out of a storybook: warm lights flicker in the windows, and a small wooden sign hangs overhead, painted with cheerful little animals. Inside, the scent of lavender and something faintly sweet fills the air, and rows upon rows of empty plush forms line the shelves, waiting to be chosen.

Shadowheart gives a slow, deliberate look around, taking in the variety of options. She walks down an aisle lined with all kinds of forms: bears, cats, wolves, dragons, even strange hybrid creatures with mismatched features. She scoffs softly, crossing her arms.

“So, we just… pick one?” Her tone is nonchalant, but you can tell she’s trying not to give away how interested she actually is.

“Yes,” you say, smiling as you pick up a little wolf form. “Then we stuff it and dress it up however we want. Come on, don’t tell me you’re not even a little tempted.”

She eyes the wolf form in your hand with a carefully controlled expression, her lips pressed together.

“I suppose… it wouldn’t hurt to look.” She glances around, fingers trailing along the shelf before she stops in front of a plush raven. There’s something in the way she touches it, like she’s drawn to it despite herself.

After a moment’s hesitation, she picks it up, turning it over in her hands.

“I suppose this one could look… decent, with the right touches,” she says, her voice betraying the slightest hint of excitement.

The two of you make your way over to the stuffing station, where a large, clear bin of soft, fluffy filling waits. Shadowheart takes a handful, testing the texture between her fingers.

“So, we’re supposed to fill it up ourselves?” she asks, glancing at you as though to gauge your response.

“Yes. It’s all in your hands.” You give her an encouraging smile. “And you can make it as firm or as soft as you like. It’s all about what feels right.”

Shadowheart starts carefully stuffing the raven, pressing the fluff into its wings and body with surprising precision. She even mutters to herself, adjusting the softness and shape until she’s satisfied, her expression a mix of concentration and determination. You watch, amused and touched by the amount of care she’s putting into it.

After she’s finished, she holds it up, scrutinizing her handiwork.

“It looks… surprisingly well-made,” she says, her tone faintly smug. “Now, for the clothes?”

You lead her over to the table filled with tiny outfits, and her eyes light up, though she tries to keep her excitement subdued. She picks up a little cloak, examining its stitching and material with a critical eye, then selects a small leather satchel, a tiny hat, and even a pair of soft boots.

“It should look dignified, don’t you think?” she says, a slight smile tugging at her lips. She seems entirely absorbed, mixing and matching accessories with the precision of someone assembling armor.

“You’re really getting into this, aren’t you?” you tease gently.

She scoffs, but there’s no real venom behind it. “It’s hardly my fault they have such a selection,” she retorts, adjusting the tiny cloak around the raven’s shoulders. “It’s… surprisingly satisfying, I suppose.”

Finally, after making the perfect adjustments, she holds up the finished plush raven, a look of genuine pride on her face. It’s dressed as a miniature adventurer, complete with a tiny leather satchel, a cloak that’s a tad oversized, and a determined look on its embroidered face. She looks at it for a moment, the faintest hint of a smile playing on her lips.

“It’s perfect,” she says, voice soft and full of a quiet satisfaction. “Almost like it’s ready to go out and explore the world.”

You grin, feeling a warmth bloom in your chest as you watch her.

“It suits you,” you say gently. “And it’s nice to see you letting yourself enjoy something like this.”

Shadowheart meets your eyes, a small flush rising to her cheeks.

“Well… it’s nice to know you can still surprise me,” she murmurs, slipping her hand into yours. She keeps the raven held close, cradling it like something precious as you head back out into the streets of Rivington.

As you leave, she gives you a sidelong glance, her eyes sparkling with a rare, unguarded happiness.

“Thank you,” she says quietly, and you can tell she means it with all her heart.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

Jaheira:

When you suggest stopping by the little shop in Rivington—the one where you can create your own custom cuddly toy—Jaheira gives you a skeptical look.

"Stuffed animals? Really?" she asks, raising an eyebrow, her usual composed demeanor fully intact. “I hardly think I’m the kind for such things.”

“Come on,” you say, nudging her gently. “When’s the last time you did something purely for fun? Humor me?”

She sighs, giving you a knowing look, but she lets you lead her inside. The shop is warm and cozy, its shelves lined with plush forms of all shapes and sizes—bears, wolves, cats, even mythical creatures like dragons and griffons. The air is filled with the subtle scent of lavender, and soft music plays in the background, giving the place an inviting charm.

Jaheira looks around, still skeptical, but there’s a faint smile tugging at the corner of her lips.

“So, we’re to choose one of these?” she asks, reaching out to touch a small bear form, fingers brushing it with mild curiosity.

“Not just choose one,” you say. “We’ll stuff it ourselves, dress it up however we like. They even have little accessories.”

Jaheira rolls her eyes, but you catch a glint of interest there. She scans the shelves, fingers grazing various forms before settling on a plush owl, its round, unstuffed body and large eyes staring up at her.

“An owl… wise, elegant,” she muses, her gaze softening. “Yes, this one will do.”

You lead her to the stuffing station, where a large bin of soft, fluffy filling awaits. Jaheira takes a handful, examining the texture with surprising interest.

“So we’re to fill it ourselves?” she asks, a hint of intrigue in her tone.

“Yes,” you say with a grin. “You get to decide exactly how it feels. It’s all about personal touch.”

She gives you a playful, exasperated look before she starts stuffing the owl, pressing the fluff into its wings and round belly with precise, deliberate motions. She frowns with concentration as she adjusts the softness, her hands moving deftly, each handful placed with care. It’s a rare sight to see her so focused on something so simple, and you can’t help but feel a swell of affection as you watch her.

After a few minutes, she holds up the now-plush owl, looking pleased.

“I’d say it’s rather well-done, wouldn’t you?” she asks, her voice a bit smug, as if she’s somehow mastered the art of toy-stuffing.

“It’s perfect,” you reply with a grin. “But it still needs clothes. Come on, let’s pick out an outfit.”

Jaheira huffs, but she follows you over to the display of tiny outfits. She begins sorting through them, her initial hesitance quickly replaced by enthusiasm.

“This owl deserves something… dignified, don’t you think?” she murmurs, selecting a tiny, hooded cloak with a deep green color reminiscent of her own attire. She finds a small leather belt with a matching satchel, then carefully places a miniature staff alongside the owl.

“It looks like a little adventurer,” you say, amused by how much thought she’s putting into each detail.

“Yes, it does,” she replies, adjusting the cloak and tilting the owl’s head slightly. She’s smiling, her eyes alight with an excitement that’s both playful and genuine. “This little owl is ready for any quest. Maybe it can take on the lands beyond the grove,” she says with a chuckle, clearly amused by her own vision.

For the finishing touch, she finds a tiny brooch shaped like a leaf, pinning it to the owl’s cloak.

She steps back, arms crossed, surveying her creation with a look of pure satisfaction. “There. A proper representation of our calling,” she says, almost as if she’s evaluating an ally in battle.

You can’t help but laugh, the sound warm and affectionate. “You know, I don’t think I’ve ever seen you this… enthused.”

She narrows her eyes, a hint of embarrassment coloring her cheeks.

“I… suppose it’s rather charming,” she admits, her voice soft. “It’s been some time since I did something purely for amusement. Not that I’ll admit it freely,” she adds, casting you a wry smile.

As you both make your way out of the shop, she cradles the owl against her chest, its little cloak fluttering slightly with each step. She holds it with a tenderness that surprises you, and it’s a glimpse of the warmth and gentleness she usually guards so carefully. You reach over, wrapping an arm around her shoulders, and she leans into your side with a quiet sigh. Content. Happy.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

OOOOooo so probably a bit ooc and very cracky but i figured with whats going on in the world we needed some of this. Hope you guys enjoyed it! - Seluney xox

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[weirdly-specific-but-ok]

the crowleying of your mascot's hair.

Good morning maggots, as I write this it is 11:53 pm on the uh, asmi10kpocalypse/10khaos (both stunning names, whichever of you came up with them please walk on stage and take a goddamn bow) and I have awoken from deep slumber.

The Good News: My hair is dyed! The Bad News: It was torture that I nearly fainted from!

Okay well uh, we know what I'm best at, and it's summaries of chaos. So without further ado (much ado about nothing ahahah everything is a 10k reference now), here we go:

It starts, as it will end, in my room in front of the laptop screen.

Now, as you know, I said I would dye my hair after I scarfed down my lunch. I do that and I also take a nap because fuck yeah, sleep.

I check tumblr one last time, grab my phone without charging it, tell my mum I'm dyeing my hair, and begin the walk to the salon.

On my phone is Arthur, @howmanyholesinswisscheese, who as a cishet deadbeat dad of a lot of us, is the worst person to ask for hair advice, but I do it anyway. I need a reference photo for a haircut.

Arthur helpfully scours the internet and comes up with options that include: Gay, hot history teacher, Joe Locke but something's off about it, same as above but different slightly and I can't place it, top 20 haircuts for crazy people, top 100 teen boy haircuts for teens, mullet slash hot history teacher, Hozier, why does the teen boy have a beard, Aussie AFL player, and Chris Hemsworth.

His words, not mine. Does anyone want to check in on Arthur's history teacher because I am getting very concerned for that man.

So I pick a haircut and land up at the salon. Arthur also tells me my hair is wild and I have needed a haircut for too long. Thanks dad.

The hairdressers are not pleased when I point to the red shade and tell them to bleach and dye my entire hair.

They inform me it will look like shit.

They keep asking if I'm sure. I say, with increasing annoyance, that yes I am.

Arthur is in the phone enabling me, yelling that I need to do it for crowley and "THEY DON'T GET TO TELL YOU WHAT TO DO"

The hairdressers then say they're out of red hair dye, I can either do a magenta or come back the next day.

Arthur tells me to leave and go to another salon.

So I do, and I wind up at the salon right next door (Arthur and I cheer for capitalism), an extremely seedy looking place with a poorly painted stairwell that could well be haunted.

I tell the hairdressers there what I want, and they also argue with me about how it will fade, look like shit, etc etc.

Arthur says "THEY DON'T KNOW WHAT THEY'RE TALKING ABOUT, THEY'RE JUST HAIRDRESSERS"

He tells me that if Crowley can keep the Bentley together through hellfire through sheer will, I can do the same for my hair.

Finally, they huddle in front of a laptop, muttering, and agree to take me on.

I am then also hair-shamed by the stylist, who tells me in no uncertain terms that if I don't cut my hair as soon as it grows out even slightly, it looks "kharab", which is Hindi for... 'substandard, inferior, bad, shoddy, deficient'. Thanks, mate.

The haircut is done. What follows then is on of the top five most excruciatingly painful experiences of my life.

No, I'm serious. The bleaching and dyeing. It was. Fuck.

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

JUST THE MEMORY HURTS

OKAY NEXT PART OF THE SAGA I WILL REBLOG THIS IT IS GETTING TOO LONG

IF YOU WANT THE HAIR REVEAL THEN YOU WILL HAVE TO SIT THROUGH THIS LIKE I DID, I'M AFRAID

[hitoshitoshi]

Teacher!Caleb would be an elementary teacher if he wasn't a pilot. He's just so patient with the kids, but he's also stern when he needs to be. Teacher!Caleb would teach kids in a way where they could all have fun so that way, they associate learning with fun, and not feel bored while learning. He would make it a competition for who can learn vocabulary the quickest, and have small prizes for them to enjoy.

Teacher!Caleb would make sure to learn each of the kid's likes and dislikes and incorporating it into the examples that he uses so it feels more personalized. "Mhm, you're right on track there, you have a team of 6 Pokemon, and 4 faints, how many Pokemon do you have on your team? [...] That's right, you have 2 Pokemon on your team! You're so smart. How about if you have 3 Pokemon, and you want to double your team—"

Teacher!Caleb would make sure that during lunch time, no kid would go hungry, so he always had a cabinet of snacks, filled with yummy but also nutritious things for them to eat. He was a kid once too, so he knew how much kids wouldn't eat something if he knew that they didn't like the taste of something, regardless of how hungry they were. Whenever a kid runs up to him with their little legs, he already knows the protocol and pulls out his drawer. "Pick any of 'em you want that you want to eat. The whole world — well, drawer — is yours to choose from."

Teacher!Caleb would make sure that no one gets left out and made fun of. He himself, was an empathetic indivudual, and if he was witnessing any bullying, he was going to stop it right then and there. No one gets put down in when he's around, much less in his classroom. Fun Teacher!Caleb was gone the second that there was disrespect going on. He would pull the kid to the side, and make them understand what empathy was, and how the kid wouldn't like it if someone was mean to the kid, so the kid shouldn't be mean to others. He would make sure the kid apologizes to whoever they were mean to — a proper apology: a sorry, the specifics of what they did and why they're sorry, and what they were going to do to change. Teacher!Caleb wasn't going to let these kids grow up to be people who didn't ever apologize or take accountability for their own actions. He took his job very seriously. Teacher!Caleb would make sure that no kids would associate any bad marks or failure with bad connotations. He knew how some kids depended on academic validation, or was stressing because of their parents, so he makes sure to change that mindset so it wouldn't become worse later on. "No, no, no, don't call yourself a failure for not passing a test. Think about it this way, you know what you got wrong and you know what type of studying doesn't work out for you. Instead of focusing on that, think about what you can do for the re-test. You know what you don't know, what you do know, and what form of studying doesn't work for you! That's called "failing forward". Always, move forward and don't stay in the past." Teacher!Caleb would be the type to use his own money to have end-of-the-year parties. It wouldn't be just pizza, but other food too! Pizza, fries, wings, cake, and more. He wanted the kids to celebrate and have a good time before ending the school year — to relax and hang out with eachother one last time before summer vacation started, where some of the kids would be separated from other kids when they move up a grade. He would play fun music and pull out pictures of his partner (you) and show you off to the kids. "Ahahah, yeah! This is my partner, aren't they super cool? I love them to bits and pieces. They're actually my childhood best friend—" Teacher!Caleb would want to make a difference; to actually help kids grow up. He wasn't just a teacher that taught kids schoolwork, he wanted to teach them the foundations of life through different ways of seeing things and learning. He wanted to be that teacher that made others excited to learn. He wanted to be that teacher that people can rely on. He wanted to be that teacher that helped change and guide people's lives in a positive way. He wanted to be that teacher that helped people discover things about themselves. He wanted to be that teacher that helped people to learn to love and respect other people and themselves. He wanted to be the teacher that he never got growing up. He wanted to be that teacher for others.

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[im-ovulating]

😈 I love your writing. I have an amazing idea that I think you’ll love. Could I please have a fic where Demetri refers to reader as his “pretty little cocksleeve” 👀

(A/n: Soft Dom! Demetri Hour!!!)

(A/n: Not proofread)

Word Count: 729

Summary- Soft loving with our favorite tracker.

Warnings: None

Age Rating: 18+ Minors DNI

Demetri Volturi x Fem! Reader: Sunday Loving

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Soft kisses across your back wake you. The early morning sun filters in through the partially opened blinds of the shared bedroom.

"Good morning, Love..." Demetri's smooth tenor whispers against your skin as his kisses trail higher and higher. His hand traces the length of your neck before moving your hair to pepper more pecks along its expanse.

You merely hum as you stretch, flexing the sleep from your muscles as you turn your head to properly kiss him.

"G'morning, Dem," your mind may still carry the fog of the night, but you are all too aware of the hard length pressing against your thigh. You shift your hips slightly, catching his cock between your thighs and cheekily squeeze them together. Your taunt is met with a low warning growl that has you all too happy both of you remain bare from the night before.

You lift your hips to give him the "ok" and he's burying himself to the hilt.

A sigh leaves your lips as Demetri starts a slow grind into you. His hands come to find yours in the sheets as he mumbles out a "Good girl~ Always so nice and tight for me..."

Your pussy clenches around him, desperate to keep him sheathed and pressing against that spot that's oh, so sweet. As he pushes in once more, the ridge of his cock catches against your walls and sends a pulse of electricity through your core; a soft whine pitches in your throat at the feeling and your hips kick back, aching to feel it again.

A soft slap connects to your ass. "Not today, sweet girl... Today you're just going to take all the pleasure I give you. Just lie there like the pretty little cocksleeve I know you can be."

A throaty moan echoes through the room at his words.

Your fingers tighten around his as he picks up the speed; the bed begins creaking, joining the soft sighs and keens coming from you and the quiet squelching of your pussy.

"That's it, baby girl," Demetri praises. "I'm so proud of you - my pretty little girl, so pretty laid out beneath me like this..."

The rhythmic pounding of his cock has you drooling, the wet spot on your pillow rubs uncomfortably against your cheek - wet and sticky. Though, the pillow is the least of your worries as you feel your orgasm inching closer and closer; with the way Demetri's sweet words ring in your ear, it's no surprise that you're already close. Saccharine praises mix with his own sounds of pleasure and filter through the room. His face is buried in your neck as he all but huffs your scent.

"Feel good, baby?" All you can do is nod, mind hazy with pleasure and affection as you melt into the comforter. "Yeah? Pretty baby gonna cum for me? Gonna cream all over this cock like the good girl I know you are?"

Before you can react, he changes pace to slam into you. The new speed punches little "ahahah's" from you as your nails dig into his hand.

"Pretty girl... You can cum if you want~" Demetri teases, carefully dragging his teeth along a vein in your neck.

You're so, so close. You know he knows it. Know he's noticed how he needs to use a bit more force to pull himself from your cunt as it sucks him in again and again and again.

"C'mon... Cum for me, darling." He breathes, sounding just as close as you feel.

Demetri bullies a hand under you to toy with your clit. The sudden stimulation has you crying out and your pussy clamping down on him like a vice. Your jaw hangs open against the pillow at the rough circles being traced against you and, all too sudden, your vision dots with a myriad of blacks and purples as you cry out what you think was supposed to be his name. A choked noise leaves you as he presses his cock as deep as it will go, pumping you full of his cool seed.

"Fuck..." He growls against your neck, hips finally stilling. He presses a few more kisses to your neck before dropping to the side and dragging you with him, cock never pulling out of you as he cuddles you to his chest. "You did so good for me, babygirl - so, good for me."

[grantgustluv]

his champion - lando norris (social media au)

pairings: lando norris x fem!footballer!reader

author’s notes: just pretend it’s the same person in all the pictures ahahah

read the imagine to this on my page

part 2 out later tonight ahhhhhh just finishing editing it <3333

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lando.jpg my champion🧡

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daniel3.jpg can’t wait to post all the sickening photos of you two

-> lando.jpg i’m scared

-> yn.jpg me too

-> daniel3.jpg i’ve had to hide this secret for way too long

user1 mother

user2 lando is so lucky jeez

yn.jpg love you lan🧡

charlesleclerc @daniel3.jpg i’ll join you on that

user3 can lando fight???

-> daniel3.jpg no he can’t

-> lando.jpg RUDE

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daniel3.jpg still not over the fact that mr norizz pulled a right baller but we move…so here’s some shots of my favourite number 4 and lando

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ynln4 aww danny, you’re my favourite number 3

-> racheldaly3 i’m gonna ignore that thanks

user1 she’s barbie and he’s just ken

charlesleclerc i think i gagged when i saw her celebration

-> ynln4 don’t lie charlie, you said that it was a good idea

-> charlesleclerc i guess it was quite cute

-> ynln4 HA HA

user2 i love y/n and charles’ friendship

landonorris @daniel3.jpg should i be concerned that you take pictures of us whilst we’re not looking?

-> daniel3.jpg no, just make sure to check under the bed before you go to sleep

-> landonorris erm

-> ynln4 new fear unlocked: danny ric hiding under my bed with his camera

landonorris god she’s gorgeous

-> ynln4 i love you🧡

landonorris i’m so lucky

-> ynln4 i’m the lucky one

landonorris and for all of you asking if i can fight, yes i can

-> danielricciardo lie

user3 i love how we all joke about lando being madly in love but y/n is just a much in love with him as he is with her (it makes me sick)

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landonorris incredibly proud of you baby, i am so in love with you🧡

-> ynln4 i love you so much lan🧡

-> danielricciardo barf

-> landonorris if you don’t like it then leave

user1 the orange heart is theirs and theirs only

lionesses our number 4

lionesses it’s the beginning of change, you and the rest of the girls are inspirations

user2 SHES SO AMAZING

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landonorris forever sounds perfect with you

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ynln4 my love

daniel3.jpg pleasure helping you out mate

-> daniel3.jpg look at your socks though hahahah

lionesses @f1 look at our number 4s

-> f1 your biggest supporters @landonorris @ynln4

charlesleclerc congratulations you two❤️

landonorris also thanks to @alessiarusso99 and @ellatoone for helping pick out the ring

alessiarusso99 tags on being the maid of honour

-> ellatoone slow down less, think that’ll be me thank you very much

-> charlesleclerc you’ve both got it wrong, it’s me

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[raven-at-the-writing-desk]

Epel, Cater: With Open Arms

ashldbasiyaod Sorry for getting your birthday fic out late, Epel 💦

I couldn't find anything in the vignettes to hone in on as the major topic for his convo with Cater... so I made up my own little tale based on the painting in Epel's Groovy illustration and used that as a jumping off point. Hopefully you still enjoy!

A Tale as Old as Time.

Red was not Epel's color.

It was too bright, too bold—and yet he felt his eye drawn to it. The color, a magnet with a pull too strong to resist.

There.

A fair maiden, her eyes shut, cupped the fruit in both hands. Dainty fingers hugged the apple--round, ripe, and skin the color of a ruby. It was unblemished and free of bites, trapped in the scene to be savored by the gazes of passerbys.

"Hehe. This one looks pretty tasty too," Epel murmured to himself.

"Are you looking out for every painting with an apple in it?" Cater teased from a little way ahead of him. His eyes glinted with mischief, and Epel was reminded of a Granny Smith. Not quite the same shade, but there was the familiar tartness, a slight bite.

"I guess so. I help out with produce quality control back home, so I think I just started doing it without thinking." He slightly inclined his head. "It's a nice apple."

"You don't know the story behind it?"

"Er, no. I didn't realize there was one."

"It's a cautionary tale about being wary of strangers!" Cater threw a wink to the first year. "They tell it all the time to kids in the Shaftlands.

"It goes like this: a girl lives in the forest with seven of her friends. One day, when her friends are off mining for work, a stranger offers her a juicy red apple. She takes a bite of it and falls unconscious. The stranger had poisoned the apple because they were jealous of the happy life the girl had.

"The girl's seven friends come home and manage to bring her an antidote, so she's okay. The stranger is chased away, and the girl and her friends are a happy family again."

"Gosh, that's morbid! Why'd you have to go and tell me that..."

"Hehe. Scary, right?" The amused trill in Cater's voice didn't match his words. "Envy can drive people to do some pretty insane things to come out on top."

"When you say it with a smile like that... I can't help but be a little worried, Cater-senpai."

"It's not that surprising. Happens all the time on socials!" his upperclassman chirped. The green of his eyes had shifted a shade darker. "It's much easier to turn on someone when you're looking at them through a screen instead of in the eyes."

Epel clasped his hands to his chest. "... Do people really do that though? Just go on the internet to lie and backstab...?"

"Aww, you're still so innocent, Epel-chan. Well, you'll learn about this kind of stuff sooner or later. Placing your faith in anyone that comes along might lead to you hurting in the end."

"Is that really how it is?" Epel's brows scrunched--as did his nose. It made him look like a frustrated little bunny. "It might be a city thing.

"In Harveston, we help each other out all the time. Everyone knows each other. If the harvest is heavy and we're short on hands, the neighbors will pick apples with us. When there's a celebration, it's potluck style. We each make a dish and share it with the village. My ma 'n pa... er, that is, my parents... they always tell me we ought to extend that courtesy to outsiders and tourists too."

"That must be the famous Harveston hospitality Lils told me about! It sounds so nice~" Cater sighed wistfully, then pouted. "It's rare to find a community as close-knit as that nowadays. In the largest cities, people are way too busy to pay you any mind. Cay-kun's got major FOMO!"

"Ahahah... We really did grow up in very different places." Epel smiled softly. "Tell you what. If you ever visit, we'll be sure to welcome you with open arms, Cater-senpai. You can be a part of our family too."

"Eh, you mean it?!" Cater's face immediately lit up--and Epel had to wonder if his sadness had been an act. Truth or lie? It was always difficult to tell with him.

"I might just take you up on that offer then," Cater crooned, slipping an arm around Epel's shoulder. "You'll have to show me all of the best attractions and local specialties! Oh, and the best photo spots!"

"It's a promise."

His mouth stretched into a cheeky smirk. The red of a shining apple and the taste of a teasing—temptations he failed to resist.

"And how about a juicy poisoned apple to bring back as a souvenir?"

[riverbutghost]

Can you write a one shot where Y/n is self harming and how Simon is reacting to that?

This is my first request!!!!!!!

Also, I’m so so so sorry for this, this isn’t how i expected it to turn out, also I have a severe migraine right now and can’t look at screen too much. I wrote it super fast. Apologies, and promise that i’ll write more soon.

Go ahead and request with an angst prompt !!

Pairing: Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley x GN!Reader

Summary: You used to self harm, but after attending military you stopped. Certain someone made you break, though.

Warnings: Graves is an asshole, no touching but cat calling?, Self harm, depression topics, kind of ooc simon, mentions of suicide…

Even though you were feeling down lately, your friends were always there for you. You knew it.

Your mental health wasn’t always perfect, and you knew it would take a while to heal. But even after healing, you knew it would always come back.

“It’s okay, you’re okay. I’m glad you chose me to vent about it.”

It was always easy to vent to Soap, he would always make you chuckle or smile.

“It’s cool y’know? I know why you’re feeling this way. But it will always get better.”

Gaz would pat your hair, cuddle you a little like a brother and give you a chocolate. He would make you smile.

Simon wasn’t there usually. And no, you wouldn’t seek comfort from him either way. You knew the man wasn’t a people person, and he wouldn’t do anything other than getting annoyed.

So after your mission went smoothly, everyone wanted to celebrate and drink. Not you for sure.

You weren’t feeling good and stable so you politely declined. This, of course drew your friends’ attention. You just told them you were tired, because you didn’t want them to miss out on their time. They finally accepted and left the base to have fun.

You, on the other hand wasn’t feeling too well. It was overwhelming, to feel that way after a success.

“Congratulations, soldier. But you missed your shot. It was a stupid thing to do, the target wasn’t even moving ahahah.”

You furrowed your eyebrows after remembering your commander’s words. Graves, he was something. He would constantly pick on you, even though he had told you he liked you. You couldn’t understand him, was he that kind of person who would bully their crushes? Yeah, no.

You shook your head, clearing your mind of those thoughts. You needed a bath, and the base was empty. You smiled to yourself weakly. This was going to be a long shower.

You closed your door, but didn’t lock it. You didn’t care because the base was empty. You stripped off your clothes and got in.

-

“Is she okay?”

Simon furrowed his eyebrows.

“Who?”

Soap rolled his eyes and cursed through the phone. He told him your name, and Simon cursed himself too.

“Didn’t know she was here,”

Simon swore that he heard Soap rolling his eyes.

“Whatever, I gotta go. Don’t get wasted, yeah?”

Simon didn’t wait for an answer before shutting the phone down. He got up and went to his bathroom, ready to take a shower. He locked the door before pulling his mask off.

He got in, warm water immediately softening his tense shoulders. He sighed and closed his eyes.

-

You had decided to grab something from the kitchen before combing your hair. So here you were, eating an apple while going to your room.

“Ooof, here you are.”

You stopped dead in your tracks after someone grabbed your shoulders from behind.

“Our talk was interrupted,”

You swallowed and smiled at him, even though his eyes were raking up and down your body. You shifted uncomfortably.

“Oh, uhm- yeah. I don’t see you like that-“

His hands moved to your waist and you gasped quietly.

“C’mon, we both know what you want. Don’t resist it.”

You pushed him hard enough to let him off and he just snorted.

“I told you. I don’t want you, Graves.”

He rolled his eyes.

“Is that why you wear these shorts huh? Why your hair is wet and free? Don’t play dumb, you want it. Don’t worry, even if you’re bad in bed it would worth it and I won’t tell anyone.”

He winked and that was the final straw. You kicked him in his crotch, and pushed him with all your force. He groaned and gritted his teeth.

“Fuckin’ bitch. You’re gonna regret that!”

You just walked hurriedly to your room and locked the door behind you.

You didn’t know when, but you had started crying. You sat down in front of your door and cried silently.

When you realized you had dropped your apple there, you started crying harder.

“Fuck,”

You sniffled and gripped your phone. But you couldn’t, they were having fun and you wouldn’t dare to ruin it.

You closed your eyes, tried doing the breathing techniques your therapist had taught you.

“I can’t believe you’re our teammate now, you should be a model.”

“I can keep you company, you know?”

“But you’re asking for it.”

“You don’t have a boyfriend? Such a shame, you have a good physique.”

“Believe me sweetheart, no one would talk to you if you weren’t that beautiful.”

“That pretty face is missing something, a smile?”

“Oh my God, be a lady and bow down to me will you? ahahah..”

“Fuck!”

You quickly got up, the voices in your head were ringing and ringing. Graves’ voice was ringing. It kept getting louder.

You opened your drawer and took out your knife, and held it in your hand for a second.

The voices are going to stop, you thought. It will get better if I do this, you convinced yourself.

You cut your wrist, hands shaky from the panic attack. Your breaths were unstable, shallow.

You cut your wrist again, the voices were now getting weaker.

“What the fuck is going on?!”

You jumped forward with the knife in your hand. Simon gasped for a second before holding you and looking at you.

“What happened?!”

Simon shook your shoulders, not knowing what to do. You were just as shocked as him, and didn’t move a muscle.

Simon’s eyes went up to your hair and down to your feet. His breath shook as he noticed the blood dropping from your cuts.

“What the- What did you do?!”

Simon quickly took the knife and threw it across the room, then he picked you up and carried you to the bathroom.

He put you down to the floor of the shower cabin and washed your face.

“Wait here, ‘kay? I’ll be back.”

He quickly went back to his room, grabbed the first aid kit and came rushing back.

He carefully took your wrist, inspected it and worked on it quietly.

You were still in shock, eyes looking empty at the ground. It was all so quick, and your mind wasn’t comprehending it.

Simon called your real name and you suddenly looked up. It was like a switch. You furrowed your eyebrows and looked at your wrist.

“Oh my God- I fuck!”

“Shh-“

You silently cried as he bandaged your wrist, thankfully you didn’t cut that deep.

After a minute or so, he got up and picked you up. He went towards your bed, and put you down. He sat down as well.

“Why? I don’t understand anything.”

You swallowed and looked down.

“I was suicidal before. And it just, I don’t know. I got triggered I guess.” You mumbled and shrugged.

Simon just narrowed his eyes. How could you be so calm about it?

“But what happened? What triggered it?”

You sighed as you let yourself down on your mattress.

“Don’twannatalkaboutit.”

Simon raised an eyebrow.

“What? Speak up soldier. C’mon now, you know you can talk to me.”

“Graves…”

Simon shot up.

“What did that fucker do?!”

You just sighed and curled up more.

“Nothing,I-“

Simon quickly got out of your room, leaving you speechless and scared. You were scared to be alone, and scared that Graves would say some shit and Ghost would believe them.

You just closed your eyes and sighed again, suddenly fee exhausted and tired.

It was so quick, so fast like it was a dream.

“What the fuck just happened..” You mumbled to yourself.

Soon enough, Simon came back. He knocked on your door and you mumbled for him to come in.

“Took care of it.”

Your heart broke a little after that. Not in a bad way, you might add.

“Thank you. I’m just exhausted, I guess. Never really thought I would ever do that again.”

Simon held your hand as you looked up at him. His eyes took you in and left you breathless in an instant. He attempted to say something, but didn’t. You smiled at him softly, laying down on the bed.

“I’m gonna go, yeah..”

He scratched the back of his neck, and contemplated for a moment to say anything else.

But he got up, leaving your room after looking you one last time.

It was probably for another day. You would talk with him another day.

[jake-g-lockley]

hi! i saw joel miller but only if i ask nicely so pretty pretty please joel miller and prompt #19

Falling Into Place (Joel Miller x reader)

Masterlist | Wanna be tagged?

Prompt: ARGUING!!! Then a heated “kiss me.” and suddenly their hands are all over each other. 

A/N: Hey there nonnie! Thank you so much for the ask! I’m so sorry this took so long ahahah, I was a little stuck with Joel ngl. I hope you don’t mind me changing the prompt a little bit cuz I’ve written this prompt too many times hahahah. Anyway, here’s sweet and soft Joel, enough to warm your heart and brain. (Also a little thank you to @lil-stark and @campingwiththecharmings for aiding in my quest for fluffy goodness). 

Warnings: MDNI, smut, very public sex, fingering, unprotected p in v, biting and marking, Joel is a lil thief, alcohol is involved, pre-outbreak. 

Word Count: 3.9 k

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

You don’t really know how you became friends with Joel Miller. 

It feels a little out of place whenever you hang out with the tall, dark and handsome man and you can’t help but feel like he’d much rather chat with his buddies over some beer. 

You had asked him to help you out when you moved into the neighbourhood, and he used his carpentry skills to build you a new shelf that you had designed. You babysitting (or teenage sitting) Sarah certainly drew the both of you closer and Joel found it absolutely endearing when Sarah wanted to spend more time with you. You found yourself keening towards his senses of humour and sarcasm, your heart warming at the way he treated his daughter. 

Joel Miller was most definitely your type, his brown curls and matured face made you feel things that you wanted to thoroughly forget. You knew he had a heart of gold and a smile to match, but it only made you fall into a deeper hole, one that you knew was going to take forever to dig yourself out of. So you kept it strictly platonic with Joel, building a friendship like no other with him, stuffing all of your feelings for him in a bag and throwing it into your box of problems you want to put away. 

In your horrible efforts to stuff your feelings for Joel away, you didn’t notice how head over heels in love with you he was. Joel looked at you as if you brought the sun with you wherever you went, his entire demeanour changing whenever you were around. Sarah, the ever attentive daughter sat and watched as her father failed at trying to convey his feelings. 

The first time she pointed it out, Joel got defensive. 

“Come on, you’d have to be blind if you think we all don’t notice!” Sarah sighed as her father furiously shook his head.

“Who’s ‘we all’ ?” Joel grumbled, his eyes shifting to his brother who at that second decided that it would be a great time to go for a drive. 

After a while of denying, Joel caved hard and decided to ask Sarah for help. He was afraid. The last thing he wanted was to lose a woman like you. 

“You’re already doing everything right, Dad. You now just have to find out whether he feels the same.” Sarah said over dinner one day.

For weeks he had been trying to figure out what to do, until one day when you and he went to pick Sarah from school.

“Dad, I need you to sign the consent form for the camping trip.” Sarah said before Joel could even pull out of the parking lot.

“Oh! A camping trip! You’re gonna have so much fun, Sarah.”you piped up before Joel even thought of digressing.

“Do you like camping?” Sarah asked, resting her arms on the seats in front of her, her curly hair brushing your temple.

“Hmm, I’m more of a picnic girl, you know, food in the sunshine with a soft fluffy blanket under you.” You say nonchalantly and Sarah smiled.

A thought crossed her mind and she looked into the rear view mirror, only to see her father staring at her, wide-eyed. Sometimes Sarah wondered whether her dad knew what she was thinking, but this moment just confirmed that the two of them shared the same brain cell. Her smile widened and Joel shook his head slightly, trying not to draw your attention. 

Sarah sat back into the back seat, her arms folded as she contained her excitement. All she had to do now is to convince Joel to let her do the planning. 

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

Joel took a deep breath as he loaded the last of the things into his truck, covering them with an inconspicuous tarp so that you wouldn’t guess what he was up to. He smoothed down the clothes Sarah had picked out for him and started for your front door. His nerves were already on edge. He knew that you would come with him, but it was more the matter of whether you liked what he and Sarah had planned for you. 

Sarah gave him some last minute tips before leaving for camp the day before. She threatened him that he wouldn’t see the light if he didn’t open his mouth and confessed to you over the picnic. 

“You are coming back with a girlfriend, old man. If not, you are not coming back at all.” she had huffed, folding the blanket that she picked out for him. 

His hand shook slightly as he raised it to ring the doorbell, waiting with baited breath until he heard your footsteps. You swung the door open and beamed at him, the morning fog and the dim lighting kickstarting Joel’s worn out heart as he stares at you. Your hair was in a bird’s nest style and you brought your hands to the top of your head to attempt to tame it. Joel started to dissociate, wondering whether he could experience this hairstyle first hand every morning. 

“Joel?” Your voice brought him back from his little daydream and he smiled softly at you.

“Meet me at my place in about 20 minutes, I’m taking you somewhere. Wear something comfortable.” He blurted out before his nervousness took over and spoiled everything. 

You stared at the man before you. He looked different, cuter. His dressing style was slightly different, and you wondered what the occasion was. He was wearing a white t-shirt with his jeans but he had a navy blue button down shirt that he used as a jacket and you couldn't help but notice how handsome he looked. 

You nodded and closed the door, running for your room as soon as you heard him descending the patio. You were there in 15 minutes, the fastest you’d ever gotten ready. Joel opened the door as soon as you knocked, only to be absolutely blown away from the dress you were wearing. You had chosen your favourite simple white sundress with puffed sleeves and accessorised with a pretty navy blue bow in your hair. Your burgundy lipstick topped everything off and Joel was in absolute awe, making you look up at him curiously.  

It wasn’t the inconspicuous tarp in the back of his truck that made you think Joel Miller was going to kidnap you and kill you, it was when he handed you a blindfold and a pair of headphones. 

“Please, I know this is weird but you have to trust me.” He pleaded, his brown eyes big.

Those eyes were going to get you killed one day. You gave in and put it on. Joel drove for a few minutes and then he stopped, tapping your hand reassuringly. You decided to trust him, he had nothing but purity in his eyes when he looked at you. Besides what was the worst that could happen? 

Joel’s hand wrapped around your wrist after a while, startling you. He gently removed the headphones and took your hand in his. 

“Alright, it’s ready, I’m going to walk you out of the truck, ‘kay?” He whispered and you nodded. 

You followed him as he pulled you out, your heels settling on what seemed like grass. He walked you a distance away from the car and when he stopped, he gently tugged at the blindfold, letting it fall and revealing his surprise. As your eyes adjust to the light, you’re absolutely stunned. Before you lay a large blanket with pillows and a large picnic basket. Food, fruits and alcohol poked out of the basket and the scenery was absolutely delightful. 

You turned to Joel in shock and he was chewing his bottom lip in anticipation for your reaction. He looked so beautiful like this, the green grass giving him a perfect backdrop. 

“Shit Joel! This is beautiful!” You squealed, stumbling towards him for a hug. 

Joel was smiling so hard that he didn’t realise that you were hugging him. He found himself melting into your soft grasp, soaking up the way you held him. He took hold of your hand and guided you onto the blanket, watching as you sat down and tucked the hem of your dress under your legs. He followed suit and began to dish out food and wine for you. The both of you talked and drank, totally oblivious to the rest of the world as the sun rose higher and higher into the sky. 

The both of you were considerably tipsy as the wine from the wine bottles evaporated quickly. Joel was fully laying down, a glass of wine balancing on his wide chest. You glanced at the hot Texan sun and reached into your bag, pulling out your bottle of sunscreen to reapply. You were lathering the product all over your arms when you noticed Joel was looking at you, his nose scrunched up and lips pursed as if he were going to say something. 

“What? Want some?” you ask, holding out the bottle. 

“Pft sunscreen? Please, I'm a man.” Joel scoffed, downing the rest of his wine and setting the glass side. 

You raised your eyebrow at him as if he said something absolutely ridiculous. 

“Well the sun is non discriminatory and it doesn’t care what gender you are, it still will give you skin cancer!” you say, wiggling the bottle over his face. 

Joel rolled his eyes and you decided to take matters into your own hands. You put a blob of sunscreen on your finger and try to swipe it on his face, only to have Joel dodge you. He grabbed your hands with a laugh and tried to take the bottle away from you but when he did, he stumbled and pushed you down, landing on top of you and pinning you down. He snatches the bottle of sunscreen with a grin but your determination got the best of you. 

In your sundress, you flip Joel over and he lands on his back with a thud and a light groan. His eyes widened as you sat properly on his chest, pinning his arms down with your legs. Joel felt something steer in him as he gulped and suddenly he didn’t care about the sunscreen, not even the smug look on your face as you began to put the sunscreen on his face. He watched as you slowly let go of his arms, raising his arms to rub sunscreen on them and once he felt like your guard was let down, he decided to strike. 

You then found yourself staring up at Joel, your hair splayed everywhere and your breathing quickening. Joel was on his knees, bracketing your body, his hands on either side of your head. 

“You're gonna pay for that, sweetheart.” Joel huffed. 

“A little sunscreen hurting the big bad man? Boo hoo dummy!” You say, despite how fast your heart was racing at the term of endearment leaving his lips. 

“You're the one who's scared of the sun!!” 

“You clearly don’t read, Joel Miller!”

“Right as if you can read anything, pretty girl.”

“I CAN DUMBASS”

“YEA RIGHT, SO READ THIS!”

Before you could register what Joel meant, he dives down and his lips are suddenly connected with yours, effectively silencing you. He kisses you hard, his hand cupping your cheek as you arched your back so that your chest pressed against his, kissing him back with equal fervour. He pulled back after a few seconds, and his lips were as red as his pretty cheeks, tainted with your burgundy lipstick. 

You huffed out a few puffs of breath before saying the only thing that came to your drunk-addled mind. 

“I thought manly men hated girly girl things. Why the hell are you wearing my lipstick then?” 

Joel was taken aback by your reaction, clearly not expecting how nonchalant you were. You reached up and touched his lips, swiping the plump pout and showing him the transfer with a grin. Joel smiled but suddenly a wave of insecurity rushed over him, evident on his face.

“What’s wrong, Joel.” you say quickly, wondering if your little joke rubbed him wrong. 

 “Are we doing this because we're drunk?” he whispered, peering down at you. 

The panic instantly faded from your body, replaced with quaint relief. 

“Joel, you big dummy, I’ve been wanting to kiss you since forever. I promise that I’d do it again and again as sober as a judge.” Your words brought a relieved grin on Joel’s face.

You slid your hands to his chest and gently pushed him off you, patting the space beside you.

“Lay down, let me show you.” you whisper.

He obeys, guiding you as you straddle his body once again. You frame his face with your hands, gently carding your fingers through his curls, twisting them slightly, enjoying how his eyes flutter slightly. 

“Here’s that brilliant brain of yours, bringing my ideas to life.” You whispered, planting a gentle kiss on his forehead. 

“These beautiful lines hold so many memories and I hope to make more with you.” you kiss the crows feet at the edges of his eyes. 

“I’ve always wanted to pinch your cheeks, so full of life.” you kissed his bouncy cheeks before pinching them gently. 

“Your adorable ears, the ones that listen to me ramble without fail.” you kiss both of his ears and Joel melts further into the blanket below him. 

“Your chocolate eyes, better than any delectable treat I can dream of.” you left feathery kisses on his eyelids.

“Your amazing lips, carrying your beautiful smile and your even more beautiful words.” you kiss his chin and his lips. 

Then you slowly traced his nose with the palm of your hand, your fingers tickled by his eyelashes on either side. You bend down and gently kiss the tip of his nose, before nipping it slightly with your teeth, giggling. You pulled away to see the radiant smile on Joel’s face, which had lighted up like a firework. 

“Wait, what about my nose?” he whispered, and you couldn’t help but blush and grin shyly.

“You’ll find out later.” you whispered back and Joel felt a rush like no other as his cheeks heated up too. 

Joel brings his head up and kisses you, pushing you and turning slightly, so that the both of you are on your sides. His hands gripped at your hips hard before coiling around your waist and pulling you ever so close, crushing every bone that existed in your body. You whine into the kiss, your arm looped itself around his neck and your free hand combs up his soft curls for purchase. 

Joel surprises you by biting your bottom lip and tugging it slightly, pulling a gut wrenching moan from you. Joel went back to kissing you, licking into your mouth as he desperately felt the urge to hear that sound again. He pushes you down fully and breaks the kiss, kissing your chin before planting kisses as soft as cotton onto your neck. 

You arched your back again and Joel took his chance to attack. He started his assault on your neck, kissing, biting and sucking in a pattern that had you writhing against him, grinding his hips down to meet yours. His hands couldn’t seem to let go of you, as if he was absolutely hopeless without the feeling of you. Your hands bunched up the back of his navy shirt, crumpling the material as you fisted it hard. The sounds that escaped your lips made Joel growl against your neck, at the same time where the bulge at his jeans caught your heated core, which made you gasp. Joel pulls away at the sound of your gasp and you look up at him with wide eyes. You had the words at the tip of your tongue but you had difficulty conveying it with how you were breathing. 

Joel looked down your body, to where your dress had hiked up, exposing a lovely lacey thing that covered you. The strain at his jeans grew more tight and his heart and mind raced. 

“Joel, I need it. I need you, please, baby. Give me whatever you have.” you whisper, clutching at your chest.

“Fuck, sweetheart, let me take care of you.” He groans, shifting you slightly so that his body shielded you. 

He pulled your dress up a little more before sliding his hands down your body, taking in the curve of your figure and the plush of your skin. He cupped his hand at your mound and you whined, bucking your hips up to meet his hand as his other hand snapped the band of your panties at your hip bone. 

“Shh, baby, relax.” He whispered before lifting your hips and pulling your panties down before stuffing them into his back pocket.

You keened as the outdoor air hit your already soaking pussy. Joel dipped his finger in your folds, absolutely mesmerised by how wet you were already. 

“Good lord, you’re already dripping and I haven’t even properly had my way with you.”  He pushes one finger through and you swear you almost lost consciousness with how you let the air escape your lungs.

“Joel, please.” You needed something else or else you were going to lose it like a mad woman.

“Patience, pretty girl. I need to stretch you open first, don’t know if it's gonna fit in your perfect pussy.” Joel purrs as he inserts another finger and pumps them in and out, your slick making it easy. 

You bit down hard on your bottom lip, breathing hard and Joel immediately chastised you.

“Nuh uh, sweetheart I need to hear you, let go of that lip, that's right.” his Southern drawl makes your mouth drop open and the symphony of noise starts again. 

He hooks his fingers and hits that perfect spot, arousal bubbling hard at your abdomen as your back arches off the blanket and your chest puffs out. You were absolutely turned on by the situation, having your first with Joel out in broad daylight. One of your tits jiggle out of the confines of your low cut dress, making Joel grin down at you, letting his free hand slide and capture it, squeezing down at the pressure in which he hits your g-spot again. 

“So fucking beautiful, wanted you for so long, angel.” He moans, pulling his fingers out and slipping them into his mouth as your hands undo his belt and his jeans. 

Your eyes stayed on his as he sucked your arousal off his fingers. He spit onto his hand before taking over and pulling his cock out of boxers. You gaped at the size of him and realised that he wasn’t just bragging when he said that it’d be a tight fit. He fisted his hardened member a few times, tipping his head back as he squeezed the tip a little. 

“Baby, I don’t have a condom.” He says and you swear your whole demeanour lights up.

You realised that he truly didn’t intend for this to happen and he wanted you to enjoy your picnic. He certainly wasn’t complaining now with how hard his cock is and you weren’t either as your pussy clenched around nothing. 

“That’s ok, I want to feel you. Only if you’re okay with it.” You tell him shyly and Joel swore that Christmas had come early for him. 

He nodded silently and he braced himself with his arm as he pushed himself against your entrance, running his cock up and down your slit, catching your clit a few times. 

“Inside, Joel, want you to fill me up, with your cock, your cum, your everything.” You slurred slightly the arousal making you stupid and all you could think of was getting your fix from the handsome man above you. 

Joel slips inside you with a groan and you hiss at the burn. You’ve never had someone so big and your eyes teared at the stretch. Joel, as attentive as ever, stopped in his tracks, his eyes searching yours. He was terrified, terrified of hurting you as he speared you hard. 

“It's ok Joel, it’ll be ok, move baby.” You smoothed your hand up and down his arm and he obliged. 

Your movements stopped and you were now gripping hard at his biceps as Joel slowly bottoms out, grinding as his pubic hair tickled your clit. You were absolutely dizzy with delight, your head lolling as you smiled up at Joel. 

“Not gonna last, your pussy’s so tight.” He breaths. 

“We come together, baby.” You urged as the sting dissipates and the pleasure waves started coming in. 

At first Joel had control, the slow drag of his cock creating the most beautiful feeling in you. You felt so close like this, with him in you, your pleasure morphing into the feelings that you had pushed away, making you realise that you actually love this man. 

It was when Joel’s thumb found your clit when all hell broke loose. He started pistoning his hips, his free hand finding your wrists and pinning them over your head. You pulled your wrist out of his grasp as he fucked into you faster before lacing your fingers with his. 

“Ungh, Joel, just like that, ungh, fuck me, fuck me, fuck, ungh.” You babbled as your grip tightened. 

Joel could almost cry at how beautifully you were taking him, your whole body shaking as your moans echoed with his grunts in the empty valley. His thrusts were on the cusp of being sloppy as he felt his pleasure catch up with him. His thumb at your clit was a little too much and the bubbling pleasure boiled over as drool seeped from your mouth. 

Joel licked your saliva and kissed you hard as you came undone, breaking it off to see your face contort as you came hard, your arousal gushing around his cock. Just at the sight of you cumming, Joel’s pleasure got the best of him and he thrusted hard, pumping a generous load of cum deep inside of you as you milked him with how your pussy was still clenching hard. 

“Fuck, I love you! Pretty, pretty sweetheart, all mine.” Joel babbled too and the words hit you like a truck, prolonging your orgasm. 

Joel slumped against you, kissing your neck softly as the both of you basked in the sun and the glow of the mind altering sex. 

“I can’t believe you kissed me.” You say out loud and Joel brings his face out of your neck, an exasperated look adorning his handsome features. 

“You’re telling me that I stuffed you full of my cum, told you I love you and you’re still thinking about the kiss, darling?” He huffed and your face blazed at his dirty mouth.

“T’was a good kiss.” You mumbled as Joel laughed and grabbed a few napkins before gently pulling out. 

“I love you too, by the way.” You say and Joel’s cheeks flushed pink. 

He bent down and kissed your forehead, nose and lips before cleaning you up. 

“Why don’t I clean you up and we can go home and I’ll show you how good I kiss you and how much I love you. Maybe I can put my nose to use this time.” He winked at you as he pulled your dress back into place, casually forgetting to return your panties. 

Your face heated up as he gathered you in his arms and walked you to his truck, finally feeling like you had found your true home. 

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SR Leona Kingscholar - Apprentice Chef Vignette

"Master Chef"

[Kitchen]

Master Chef ― Leona Version ～ Let’s Make Pannacotta 1～

Ghost Chef: Today, we'll have you make a pannacotta. It's a dessert that's made by hardening milk using gelatin.

Ghost Chef: Dessert required more delicate handling than any other aspect of cooking.

Ghost Chef: There are many ways to make mistakes when making it, including baking it too long, measuring out the ingredients wrong, or even mixing up the order of the ingredients added, so don't let your guard down.

Leona: Yaaaawn…

Ghost Chef: EXCUSE ME, LEONA-KUN!

Leona: Huh?

Ghost Chef: Don't yawn at me like that. Were you listening to my explanation?

Leona: Of course I was. I got pretty good hearing. Basically, all I have to do is follow the recipe and everything'll work out fine, right?

Ghost Chef: I-I mean… That may be… Ahem! Then, I shall go through the recipe.

Ghost Chef: Then first, can you go fetch the ingredients for the pannacotta? You'll need milk, fresh cream, sugar―

Leona: Wait. I'm already taking up your precious time having you teach me how to cook this, having you explain every step is much too gracious.

Leona: If you just hand me the recipe in the beginning here, I'm sure I won't have to bother you too heavily, Chef.

Ghost Chef: Eh, the recipe? Normally we don't give it out right away…

Ghost Chef: But if you're thinking of me that much, I suppose I can give you a spare recipe sheet. Thank you for your kind concern!

Leona: Yeah, sure, thank you, too. Okay, then…

Epel: Um, sorry to interrupt. I would like to grab some of my ingredients out of that fridge.

Leona: Ah, good timing, Epel. Grab my ingredients out of there, too.

Epel: Yes, sir.

Leona: I'll read off the ingredients. I need milk, fresh cream, sugar, powdered gelatin, vanilla beans, and fruit for the garnish.

Epel: First, I'll grab the milk and fresh cream… Are you okay with using apples for your fruit?

Leona: You gotta peel and slice apples, so it's a pain. I'd rather just have something that you can just eat right away…

Ghost Chef: STOP, STOP, WHY ARE YOU ORDERING AROUND EPEL SO CASUALLY!? THIS IS YOUR ASSIGNMENT!

Leona: There's less chance of a mistake if I leave it to the more experienced Epel, right? 'Sides, nowhere does it say that I have to prep my own ingredients.

Ghost Chef: You always have an excuse… This is your assignment, Leona-kun, so you need to work on it yourself and not have others do it!

Ghost Chef: We've had many a student who've tried to cut corners in this course, but this is the first time someone has tried to shove his work onto someone else.

Epel: Ahahah, Leona-san's always like this. I'll leave your milk and fresh cream here.

Ghost Chef: Alright, let's go, we'll start cooking now! AND OF COURSE THAT MEANS YOU, LEONA-KUN! YOU!

Leona: ―This says to throw the pods in with the milk after shelling out the vanilla beans…

Ghost Chef: That's right. Vanilla beans are wonderful on their own, but if you add their pods, the aroma grows richer.

Leona: Huh, then, I'll just leave these pods out, then. You can use them for another dish.

Ghost Chef: I know you just don't want to have to fish them out of the bowl later. I'm picking up on your mannerisms fairly quickly…

Ghost Chef: Turn the heat off right before the milk starts to boil. Keep an eye on the pot and time it well.

Leona: So, I just have to watch the pot. Easy day.

Ghost Chef: Don't get complacent and mess this part up.

Leona: Mess it up, huh. Must be super sensitive if the temperature of the milk can throw off the whole thing.

Ghost Chef: Just so. When it boils, fat and oil rise to the surface, and it releases a very distinctive smell.

Leona: Hmph. It's like I'm taking a potionology class.

Ghost Chef: By the way… You said that you were just taking this class for the credit, but do you have any interest in cooking at all?

Leona: Sorry, but no. I wouldn't have even taken this class if I hadn't heard that one of my precious juniors would be taking it.

Ghost Chef: What a simple response… Well, I know I would be nothing less than happy if you were to gain a little interest in cooking from this venture.

Leona: I'll do my best so as to not upset your expectations.

Ghost Chef: You say that, but your face is screaming that it'll never happen…

Leona: Well, I never wanted to ever cook anything, so.

Leona: The fact that I've never had an issue up to this point in my life means that cooking isn't a skill I really need at all.

Ghost Chef: Hmmm, so you're definitely the type of student that the Headmage was worried for.

Leona: Crowley, worried? …Riiight, that thing he said about living healthy and independently. It's all much ado about nothing.

Leona: Everyone has things they're good at, and bad at. For each person and each job to be efficiently managed, have someone who wants to do it, or can get it done.

Leona: It would be absolutely terrible if everyone got so good at cooking that you were out of a job.

Ghost Chef: Yes, yes… Regardless, I'll need you to do your given tasks properly during this course. To begin with…

Leona: Chef, thousand apologies for interrupting you, but looks like the milk has been warmed up to the right temp.

Leona: It'd be bad for me to mess up here. Can we get to finishing this now?

[Kitchen]

Master Chef ― Leona Version ～ Let’s Make Pannacotta 2～

Ghost Chef: Next, we want to dissolve the gelatin we left soaking in the water.

Leona: Feels like it'd dissolve if we just threw it in the pot like this… What's the point of heating it up separately?

Ghost Chef: The temperature at which the gelatin dissolve is also important to keep an eye on. For this, we'll use a method that's easier for beginners.

Leona: An easier method, hm…

Ghost Chef: Good, good, you're following the recipe well. I'll go and fetch the fruit you'll use to garnish the plate, then.

Leona: …

Ghost Chef: How is it, has the gelatin completely dissolved into liquid?

Leona: Yeah, see?

Ghost Chef: Alright then, add the melted gelatin into the pot. Once it's all mixed, you'll pour it into the mold and wait for it to solidify.

Leona: Finally, it's almost over. Can't believe it takes this much effort to just make one measly dessert…

Ghost Chef: Okay, while we wait for the pannacotta to solidify, let's make a sauce out of the blueberries.

Leona: A sauce? If we add in too many random things, you won't be able to taste the pannacotta.

Leona: Even the recipe only said, "add enough fruit for garnish."

Leona: I'm just gonna choose some toppings that'll bring out the flavor. So, I'll be skipping out on the sauce.

Ghost Chef: I see, I see… Wait, no! I almost went along with it, but you definitely cannot skip the sauce!

[Cafeteria – Judging Venue]

Floyd: Where's the pannacotta I ordered? Isn't this takin' too long?

Floyd: How long does it even take to fix up one dessert? This wouldn't happen at the Mostro Lounge.

Leona: I thought I heard something annoying out here… So, Floyd's my judge.

Floyd: Ohhh? If it isn't Sea Lion-senpai. That outfit… No way, you're actually taking the Master Chef course?

Leona: You have eyes, don't you? Don't ask stupid questions.

Floyd: Huuuh, so I'm about to eat something you made? Is it safe? Didja even make anything edible?

Leona: You're the one that's gotta decide whether it's edible or not. Here, the pannacotta you ordered.

Floyd: Hm? Isn't it a little deformed on the bottom there? …Meh, whatever. I'ma dig in.

[bite, chew, chew…]

Floyd: HUH? WHAT'S THIS SUPPOSED TO BE?

Floyd: THE TEXTURE'S TERRIBLE. THIS IS HILARIOUS! TOTALLY FELT WEIRD AS SOON AS THE SPOON SLID INTO IT, TOO.

Floyd: All's you gotta do to make a pannacotta is mix all the ingredients in and harden it. How can anyone screw it up this badly?

Leona: …

Ghost Chef: Ummm… Well, actually…

―While cooking

Leona: I was wondering what kinda frustrating fiddlin' I'd have to do here, since there's something about wattage and the number of seconds, or whatever, but…

Leona: There's this handy button labeled "Auto" here.

Leona: That probably means that if I press this, then it'll determine the perfect power and heat time.

[clack! beep! vrrraaaah...]

Leona: …'Kay, good enough.

Ghost Chef: ―So, when he used the automatic function, it looks like he overcooked the gelatin…

Floyd: SEA LION-SENPAI, YOU TELLIN' ME YOU DON'T EVEN KNOW HOW TO USE A MICROWAVE OVEN!?

Floyd: You only use auto when you wanna heat up a dish, not get the gelatin dissolved into a perfect consistency.

Floyd: THAT JUST MAKES THIS SCREW UP EVEN BETTER～～!

Leona: Tch… Stop laughing like an idiot. You think it's that funny? Huh?

Floyd: Yuuup, it's way too funny. I thought all you people on land could use a microwave.

Leona: …Ruggie said something like that before, too. Something about "even kids know how to use them," and "it's just common sense."

Leona: Back home and here on campus, we have chefs that present hot meals every day.

Leona: That's the life I've always had. So, you can imagine that I've never had the chance to use a microwave, don't you think?

Floyd: Haha, what, are ya making excuses now? You should just admit when you can't do something like a good boy.

Ghost Chef: Well, Leona-kun was very skillful and quick on his feet.

Ghost Chef: I'm sure he'll take this failure in stride and be able to use the microwave properly next time. Right, Leona-kun?

Leona: Right… Just as you say, chef.

Leona: This is a prime opportunity for me, so I would absolutely appreciate a deeper focus on learning how to use a microwave for the rest of this course.

Requested by @dida-books.

[buriedpair]

Insane Ramblings to an Expired Audience

Double Down x GN Reader

TW! It's kind of violent + blood ahahah.....

“Have I got your attention?”

Of course he does. The idiot, Double Down, has his scythe balanced under your chin, prodding at your throat gently.

You’re not sure why you’re being interrogated. Everyone in attendance of this party has already been slaughtered, what more could he possibly want from you? You don’t have much time to linger on that thought. He leans closer to wipe the tears from your eyes with his free hand, smiling fondly at you.

“Hey, it’s okay! I’m not going to do anything as long as you listen.” He chuckles, moving his weapon away from your jugular. 

“Oh-!” He yelps as you shove him over and attempt to run past him. He easily nips that in the bud, grabbing your ankle and watching in irritation as you tumble.

“You don’t understand,” He mutters, his tone a far cry from the caring one you heard previously. “I’m trying to help you.”

He yanks you closer by your ankle, climbing on top of you and nuzzling his face into the crook of your shoulder. You can feel blood seeping into your clothes, the liquid rapidly cooling and leaving a sticky feeling on your skin.

“I hate you. You disgusting weirdo. I hope you rot in hell..” You hiss through clenched teeth, squirming at the feeling of his breath on your neck.

He pauses his sick replica of an affectionate gesture and sits up, now seated on your lower back. You have to twist your head painfully to even catch a glimpse of his expression. You wish you hadn’t upon seeing the unhinged look in his eyes.

“Take it back.” He whispers, and you almost don’t hear him over the pounding of your heart in your ears.

“No.” You reply instantly, as if on instinct. He sits with his arms hanging limply at his sides, glaring down at you.

His right hand twitches, and before you can even blink it’s entangled in your hair. He tugs you backward by the strands, your back arching as far as it can while you’re forcefully moved up.

“Apologize.” His voice cracks, tears forming in his eyes as he holds you in place. You try to choke out a reply, but before you can your head is slammed down onto the floor.

“Apologize!” His voice is pitchy and panicked, his hands shaking as blood begins to pool from your forehead. He picks his scythe back up and stands. Before you can move, his foot plants itself between your shoulder blades.

“I told you, I’m trying to help you. You can’t just…” He pants, the breath leaving his lungs. His free hand grips his shirt over his thudding heart, tugging like he’s trying to rip his own ribcage open and pull it out.

He doesn’t think to stop himself as his scythe embeds itself into your back with a crack. Once the weapon leaves his trembling hands, he buries them in his hair and stumbles backward.

“No… Hang on, I…” He whimpers, biting his lip hard enough that it begins to bleed. He falls back onto his knees, his head spinning. 

“I-I love you. Please stay.” He utters, repeating the phrase softly to himself as he stares at the red-covered ground.

After what could’ve been hours, he slowly raises his gaze to your still form. You’re coated in blood, the liquid a puddle beneath your figure. He swallows thickly and crawls over to you, kneeling by your side.

“Wake up.” His voice is a soft squeak, him nudging your motionless body as tears fall down his cheeks in waves. His body wracked with sobs, he lifts you gently and lays down beside you.

“I’m here now. Don’t be afraid anymore.” He hiccups, cuddling you close to himself and hiding his face in your shoulder once again. His fingers run through your hair as he melts against your lifeless being.

Even like this, you’re the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen.

“I…” He whimpers.

“...I’ll meet you in hell, my dear. I love you.”