#there's a pt2 for this I just wanted to draw him alone first

[baronvolkov]

Star Trek The Original Series Season 1 - Episode 17 - The Galileo Seven

[water-to-drink]

How They Became Attracted to You pt2

(Characters): Sethos, Ayato, Itto, & Thoma

(Synopsis): First meetings with the most popular or influential students at the academy and how their love for you blossomed

(Tags/Warnings): gn!reader, school au, stalking, Kaeya is called a whore and a harlot in this, reader gets tackled, reader is an artist, (if I missed anything lmk)

(Word Count): 1.7k

(A/n): Sorry there’s none of the female characters in this one, tell me which characters you want to see in the next one

Part one

Sethos

🏜️ Like Ayaka, he saw you in the hallway with your sketchbook in hand or you drawing in it but instead of leaving you be, Sethos walked up to you and began to introduce himself. He goes on about how he rarely sees you talking with anyone and he wants to change that

🏜️ Just like that you were adopted by an extrovert. Sethos would find you and immediately talk to you, at first you went along with it because you didn’t have the guts to tell him to leave you alone and you wanted to be more social. After a couple of days you soon warmed up to his presence around you all the time

🏜️ You and Sethos would talk to each other and laugh at each other’s jokes, to him your humor came natural and often times caught him off guard making him double over in laughter. Sethos would introduce you to one of his friends and you got along great with him, Sethos’ heart swelled with joy seeing you spread your wings

🏜️ That was until he saw you with Kaeya, laughing and acting all buddy-buddy with him. A twinge of jealousy bubbled in his chest, sure he wanted you to be more social but not with him of all people! He’ll only break your heart after he got what he wanted

🏜️ Though Sethos doesn’t encourage stalking, but in this instance it’s warranted. Following you and that whore, he saw something that he feared the most. The look in his eye, it’s love!

🏜️ Sethos vowed to himself that he would protect you from that harlot and totally not to potentially have a relationship with you. No sir, Sethos doesn’t want to hold your hand nor kiss you on your soft lips. Obviously not! He’s just looking out for a friend

Ayato

🧋Isn’t stupid, as part of the student council and eldest son to the Kamisato family Ayato is more than familiar to picking up on whether people are hiding something from him, especially his dearest sister. He noticed that Ayaka seemed different, more happy and she won’t tell him what’s going on in her life (so mean (´༎ຶོρ༎ຶོ`) )

🧋 So as any loving brother Ayato sent members of the Shuumatsuban to follow his sister and to his surprise they followed her to a rinky dink cafe. The more interesting fact is that they found her talking to a waiter, you in fact, and both of you seemed very close. With his interest peaked Ayato had the Shuumatsuban follow you now

🧋 They pulled up the most basic information on you, coming from a low income family gave the blue haired student pause. Are you trying to warm up to his sister in attempt to get money from her? He can’t have someone trying to take advantage of his family, so time to delve in deeper. Having his spies enter the cafe and watch while you chat with Ayaka, an interesting thing came up during the investigation. Ayaka didn’t give much details about the family, only the fact that she has a brother who goes to the same school as her. Well at least that quells one of his concerns that you aren’t after their money

🧋 Maybe finally his dear sister has a friend that she can talk to like a normal girl and maybe he can check out your family’s cafe when Ayaka isn’t there and talk to you. But he has to be sure of that and so he investigated you even more

🧋 The more info they got, i.e. photos and videos, the more he finds you interesting. You’re so quick and witty with your responses with the few friends you have, even though he has the Shuumatsuban following your every move and sending Ayato the reports he feels that he’s right there with you. This goes on for a couple of weeks and soon it isn’t enough for him to just watch you on his phone, he has to talk to you in person. “Be natural” is what he told himself as he walked into your family’s cafe and took a seat in one of the booths

“Hello sir, what can I start you with?”

“Just black coffee.”

“Okay.” You said before you went to get the coffee pot and return to pour some in a white mug. “Would that be all sir?”

“Yes, and please call me Ayato.” The blue haired man spoke

🧋 Ayato made small talk and quickly found out that you were a shy little thing, cute. You nervously answered his questions and asked some yourself, obviously trying to be more social. It was clear that you weren’t fully out of your shell but he’ll take what can get. However as the hours rolled past you slowly showed that witty nature you had. Ayato never had so much fun talking to someone before, he was sad that once closing time arrived and thus had to leave. No matter there’s always next time, for your time the young man gave you a 100 dollar note. He loved the look of shock on your face

“Sir I can’t expect this!” You put the 100 back in his hands. “I had a good time but, I can’t take it in good conscience!”

🧋 Ohh he’s going to have fun spoiling you

Itto

🪲 Your first time meeting wasn’t too romantic or special, it was more chaotic to say the least. One day after school Itto was looking for the onikabuto he found earlier today, he had a feeling that bug would be his champion! While scouring the hallways the one heard a scream. So as any unreasonable person would do he ran into the classroom to see you about to slam your sketchbook on his meal ticket!

🪲 The obvious thing to do is to tackle you to the ground, don’t worry he used his hand to shield your head from hitting the floor. When he first got a good look at you, the larger student thought that you were cute. The look of shock was what snapped him out of it and made him get off of you

“I’m so sorry, but you were about to step on my onikabuto!”

🪲 You were still shaken up as you watched the oni pick up the bug and put it in the breast pocket of his blazer, feeling your hands empty you look around and don’t see what you’re looking for, until your eyes lands on the open window and your heart instantly drops

“Ack! My sketchbook!” You yelled out upon seeing your precious work in the school pond

“Don’t worry I’ll go get it!” The oni said

🪲 You watched as the white haired oni run out the room and out the building, he picked it up and threw you a thumbs up. Finally coming back to the classroom, Itto handed you the sopping sketchbook

“Thanks…” you said

“Uhhh, I’ll make it up to you! I swear on my oni pride!”

“You don’t have to. It’s fine.”

🪲 It wasn’t fine to Itto, he thrashed your book and so he has to make it up to you. The day after that little event Itto would find you at lunch and buy you milk cream bread from the canteen, he would sit with you on the roof and watch you draw much to your dismay

🪲 Itto would excitedly ask you about the characters and came to learn you like a lot of the manga that he likes! The more time Itto spends talking with you he sees you as one of the guys in the gang, no definitely more than that. Maybe a best friend, or a super friend? Whatever he just likes spending time with you

Thoma

🧹 Someone who met you at your family’s cafe, he knew you before you entered the academy. He comes in whenever he can to get away from the hectic schedule being one of the many secretaries of the student council and right hand of Kamisato Ayato. Not to mention he has to run all around campus either dropping stuff off or getting items, but here it’s still and quiet. A time to himself

🧹 Since the cafe isn’t well known and often times empty except for a few elderly customers drinking coffee, you know Thoma on a first name basis. He’s a bit of a regular and you know his order by heart. A croissant sandwich with a latte. You would sit and talk about stuff with the blond, you actually have a lot of stuff in common

🧹 You two relate to each other, not coming from well off backgrounds but against all odds both of you got accepted into a prestigious school. He knows the feeling of being looked down upon and having to keep your head up the whole time. Hell, the reason he joined the student council was to be respected like everyone else, but now he’s seen as the student council’s errand boy, here he can be him and not Ayato’s secretary

🧹 Sure he works hard, but seeing you work whenever the cafe gets a little spike in customers just inspires him to work even harder. The sight still stays with him as he is running some errands back on campus. He vows to get good grades, go to a good college, get a good job and hopefully support you

🧹 In his little fantasy of you two being married Thoma didn’t see where he was going and bumped into someone in the hallway. The papers in his hands scattered across the hallway, the poor boy profusely apologized to you as he picked up all of the papers and ran off to wherever he was originally going. Once back at the student council room, Thoma sorted through the papers and find a drawing of him sitting at the cafe. A piece of art in the blond’s eyes, he wonder how it got there

“Uhh excuse me?”

🧹 Thoma turns around to see you at the door looking down at your feet, he instantly thought that you looked cute in the school uniform

“I think you got something of mines.”

🧹 The blond hands you the drawing of him and a sudden look of realization and then horror appears on your face. You apologize profusely

“Thoma! I just was trying to do a still life to expand my portfolio!” You nervously explained

“It’s nothing, it’s actually pretty good. I can be your model if you want.” Thoma scratched the side of his face

“Ehhh?”

[classypiratevoid]

A JEALOUS CONFESSION PT1

Gambit/Rumy Lebeau x Reader

Sorry if there's typos 😅 or if it sucks 🙃 and pt2 is out and has some spice 🥵

You and Gambit have been hooking up on the down low for the past couple of months. Of course neither one of you wanted anyone on the team to know. You were still new to the team, and he apparently had some sort of past with Rogue. It didn't really bother you though, it seemed like whatever they had was in the past, or, at least that's what you thought. But all today, he was following her around like a lost puppy dog. Constantly trying to start conversations with her, help her out in the kitchen, not to mention the shameless flirting!  You weren't normally the jealous type and you hated that you were feeling this way, but, it was hard not to grow attached to somebody like Remy. When you first came to join the X-Men, he was the first person that made you feel like you were at home. That's not saying everyone else wasn't nice to you, they were, especially Rogue. That's why you hated feeling this way even more. You  couldn't blame her, you also couldn't blame Gambit if they had something. You were the one sleeping with him, but somehow you felt like a side piece. Irritation and frustration filled you as you walked down the halls. You  just wanted to get to your room and relax a little bit and try to get everything out of your head. You didn't know how much of this you were overthinking and how much of it was real, but of course nothing ever goes as planned. The moment you walked in your room, you saw Gambit sitting on your bed waiting for you. "Mon cheri Gambit, just wanted to come check on you" he said. As he stood up, walking over to you, you felt torn. A part of you felt irritated with him, but another part of you wanted to push him down against your bed and make him remember why it was you he always came back to for pleasure. "If you're looking for a quick fuck, I'm not in the mood" you said in a irritated voice as you shoved past him. "Cheri, Gambit ain't looking for that, I just thought you looked upset" he said in a calm Southern draw "why would I be if anyone should be, it's your girlfriend" you said in a pissy voice as you rolled your eye. "What are you talking about cheri? Gambit don't got no girl, well none besides you" he said, a little confused has he knocked his eyebrows together. You tried not to falter, but your heart was practically skipping a beat at his words. "You could have fooled me with the way you were all over Rogue today" you said a little petty as you crossed your arms over your chest. An amused smirk played on Remy's lips as he looked you up and down. "Oh I see what's going on here" he said with a smug smile. "What are you talking about?" you asked as you gave him a dirty glare. "You're jealous" he said taking a step closer to you. "So what if I am?" you said with frustration as you looked away from him, only to feel his hand lightly grab your chin, tilting your head up, making you look at him. "Cheri I'm sorry, Gambit knows what jealousy feels like. I didn't mean to make you feel it too" he said softly as he brushed his thumb against your bottom lip. It was almost impossible to stay mad at him in that moment as your heart pounded against your rib cage. You found yourself staring at his black and red eyes, and then down to his lips. He noticed you staring at his lips as the corners of his mouth began to pull up in a smile he leaned in closer, "Is there any way Gambit can make up for it" he said just above a whisper. Your heart pounded in your chest, he knew exactly what to say and do to make you fold, and as much as you wanted to push him away, you couldn't. You yearned for his touch, but jealousy was a bitch and didn't seem to want to help the situation. But what was jealousy if not wanting something that wasn't yours, and if that was the case, why was he here alone with you in your room?

[anotherfloridaman]

Your orc is ruthless. (Pt2) [pt1 here]

You remind yourself again and again as you run deeper into the forest, knowing the wrong step could lead to you falling and breaking your skull. Or rolling your ankle and getting caught by a predator. Or falling into a hole and-

You’re probably overthinking. But with everything going on, you’re justified. You got kicked out of the home you had for three years, and by the same orc who’d claimed you as his sibling. Its not every day your family just leaves in the middle of the night and you’re left alone. And when a raid on your village occurs, it’s not a raid, but orcs trading what they made for food and herbs they need.

Rico found you after your abusive ex cornered you in an alley. The asshole’s hands around your throat making it hard to breathe but before you saw black-

There was green.

Your face skids across the dirt, tired legs giving out from running for so long. The unknown darkness washing over you coldly. At about this time, you and Rico would’ve been curled up, maybe you’d braid his hair, or step on his back and relieve some of his pain. He has so many places to crack before he can relax. But now you’re blind by the night, listening to the forest sounds as your face turns red, the dirt having cut your skin lightly.

A sob leaves you, and you quickly smash a hand over your face, not wanting to draw predators if they were awake. A spashing noise makes you fear the worst until you see a fish jumping in and out of the stream nearby.

You crawl a bit closer, and use the water to wash your face. Your hands painfully stinging in the water, but not mattering as you realise were you are.

The same river you saved the orc child from. He was playing in a tree overhanging the river. You were collecting berries as Rico was lowly talking to another orc. A small crackle alerted you to the little orc, but the father of the boy was asleep against the rock as the branch snapped. A splash. And nobody was paying attention as he was caught in the branches, panicking.

The water wasnt too deep, but to the kid, it was enough to take him under without a sound of distress. Your small body leaped into the water, and the orcs were confused as they saw you dive in. But as you go under the branch and come back up, their eyes widen when one of their coughing little boys comes out with you.

(You didnt see it, but Rico got a pat on the back, and told ‘good pick, brother’.)

The memory seems so long ago. But nobody is there on the cold night. And you need to keep moving to get to some kind of town.

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“RICO!” The blacksmith orc yells in his face, almost snarling as the orc sleeps against the gates.

Rico jolts awake, and he scans around him, muttering about how he ‘did it for the grapes.’

“Where is your human? Why are you out here?” The man questions, flicking his head and looking at the gate. His split lip almost a trademark to who he is.

“Argo. Good morning to you too.” Rico sighs, sitting up uncomfortably “where is the human.” He demands, not up to games. “I need small hands for the handles. They need patterns carved into them and i get mad when i have to restart.” Argo huffs, crossing his arms with a lifted lip. Not liking to admit his own faults in his forge.

“The human isnt coming back.” Rico stands, dusting himself off.

Argo stares at Rico, and shoves him to the side, connecting dots and ripping the gate open as he looks arounf their view of the forest. “What did you do!?” He turns back to the door, running a hand over something. “Argo, what did you do?” He sounds, fearful. A bit confused of what he sees.

Argo finally looks to the door, seeing deep scratches where you had been begging to be let back in, hands banging and scraping on the door in fear of abandonment. In fear of the forest. In fear. In terror.

He did what he had to, right?

[crimson0lake]

BSD characters as parents! Pt5 (I'm somewhat still manage to keep doing these-)

Pt1 - Pt2 - Pt3 - Pt4 - Pt5 - Pt6 - Pt7 - Pt8

Masterlist

A.n: yeah, probably a lot of you wait for these ones till now, images from BSD manga

Characters: Fyodor and Nikolai please don't come for me in the comments if I accidentally mischaracterized them. I didn't watch past early parts S3 and I'm trying my best-

Warnings: mentioned gun, knife, and dead. Mentioned manipulation.

Fyodor:

Marriage or not? Both is possible. Like with the mafia members, Fyodor is also can consider to get in a physical relationship if needed or he wants to gain something. Adoption would still be a choice but we all know why Fyodor most likely take orphans..

Still if an abandoned child keep following him or they are somewhat interesting to him (via eye colour, their expressions, their actions, etc) he maybe could take the child with him.

If they are from a physical relationship, he probably question the mother in his mind: if he come to conclusion of that the mother is not good/abusive/in a bad state to look after the child, he is taking the child with him; if the mother is in good state and not abusive, he is leaving the child. Even then, he probably send plenty of money to mother to stay silent and take care of the child

He is pretty religious (as for what I see and read about him) so he probably raise his child like that.

I'm not entirely sure about his religious self and I don't like to make, accurate or not, points to the things I'm not sure, so onto next topic-

If the child is a girl: he would treat his daughter as like a princess, even teach them etiquettes. If it's a boy however: he would still treat them good: but more like a knight/strong prince I hope it explains except those two, he won't act different fully.

He loves his child, probably would have a smirk or at least have his lips sides curled upwards when his child near him. He isn't the best at showing emotions however so it can easily seem like he doesn't care about his child

Yet he would be slightly protective inside as well, making sure everything would go smoothly when his child is around. Also, he probably strict too, making rules for his child like bed time, forbidden rooms (his office, the places that he put the people who go against him or he captured, etc) yet he won't be too strict, in the end he knows what his child is doing and thinking by just looking them.

He would put the drawings his child made to in his desk's drawers, he sometimes would take them out, looking through them and take every detail once again

He is has his own fears even though he don't shows them. Losing his child is one of them, he would act like he don't care about losing them and that they are just tools he use for his plans. But those would not be true, his fears of losing his child locked deep inside his manipulative heart.

Nikolai is the first play friend of the child, Fyodor probably had to warn him to not to give his child a gun before he let Nikolai baby sit them but he still gave them a toy gun as a gift-

Nikolai is the kind of a uncle/brother to the child, who would teach them how to make things disappear and make illusions

But for the babysitter part, he is letting his child alone with Sigma. Nikolai isn't the best one not only to his child but any child. He don't want to visit versious of countries in a week to find his child and Nikolai.

Anyway- Sigma is the second friend of the child, who he likes to play. He himself didn't have a childhood, so seeing a child and experiencing things with them makes him feel less nervous about his lack of experience.

Fyodor most likely teach his child how to use manipulation but not too perfectly/fully so he would still be two steps ahead of his child.

He probably wants his child on his side. Not bad, not good. Just on his side. Yet he won't be disappointed or angry of his child goes to either of those sides. He would only mad if his child decides to go against him.

If his child decides to be on good: he is fine. At least he would make his child to be in somewhere and in a position that he can gain something, maybe information or power over that organisation or people.

If they are on the bad side: still, it's not the worst. He would make sure and help his child in secret to get them into the Por Mafia and in a position he can get information to use against the Mafia as well.

Only bad thing would happen if his child go against him: He would be very disappointed and mad inside. He won't look the fault in him but find the blame in his child. Even though he would see it coming if his child found what he did and doing, he is still disappointed in them

He would always fight against his child if the fight necessary, if not he won't even bother to fight.

In fights he would remind them who raised them, who taught the manipulation to them and keep making them fall into his manipulations, cause we all know this man probably raise his child between his manipulations in case he need to manipulate them.

He would make them lose their colleagues, fall in the despair before taking them next to him again. No, he won't let them keep fighting against him if he can't take any gain from that.

Overall he is strict, calm, and looks like he is not caring for his child. Which is not true, but he won't admit even himself. He won't show his love to his child that much, but he can't deny that he would do anything to stop the harm ever touching his child.

Nikolai:

Marriage or not? Both is possible as well for this man. Like in Fyodor's part, Nikolai can consider getting in a physical relationship with someone if he would gain something or for a mission. Or he would simply take a child he found abandoned and take his interest by their anything.

If it's from an physical relationship, he probably don't care. He loves the child and probably would take the child with him. If the mother cares for the baby as well? Sure thing, he can just, yoink a ring and boom! Now a family-

He probably doesn't care about the gender. Girl? She is learning how to do illusions. Boy? Still learning that.

His child probably at least has one desk of cards in their room since they are Nikolai's child.

Fyodor probably would let the child alive as he can use the child to keep Nikolai under control or keep manipulating him (I'm not sure if Fyodor's manipulating Nikolai or Nikolai's just crazy/acting like crazy in BSD.)

Pretty fun dad actually. He is calm and let's his child do anything almost. ALMOST. Cause he still won't let them get seriously harmed. I said seriously cause he probably won't get into his child's mess if they arent seriously injured. He probably things this would help them with going in life.

Random desk of cards everywhere in the house. His child would even find cards in their clothes and hair. They would at least once question where their dad find this much of cards..

He is his child's first friend. First play friend as well.

He probably leaves his child with Sigma as well. He won't leave them with Fyodor cause.. He don't want his child dead. I don't think he would even find other members of DOA's safe to leave his child with. Yeah he can be crazy (or act like crazy) but he is not completely crazy to risk his child.

Sigma is their first babysitter and probably first friend after their father (and mother if she is there). Tbh Sigma would question himself and be nervous around child at first few times till he get more comfortable. Still it's the same for him, it would make him feel at least more good to be with someone probably less experienced than him.

He wants his child in his side. But if they aren't? Not a big problem as well. At least it's away from the government's works or the people against DOA, he is good (cause you know, I read DOA arent good with government completely)

He is scared to lose his child, he would show it from time to time. So he wants them away from serious fights.

If his child is on good side: he is fine with that, he can still randomly visit and bring them small gifts or deserts. He would want them leave if they are working for government however. He don't want government to learn about his child and try to use them against him. I'm saying again: He won't risk his child's life.

If they are on bad side: sure thing. He probably been on the bad side before as well. Only he would make them not to get in big fights or at least call him if they get in a big mess.

If they are against DOA however, he would be shocked probably. Yeah, he knew his child would probably hate him when they learn about what he did and doing.. but he wouldn't expect them to turn against him.. he would be disappointed and mad.

He is mad that his child leave his side after all those years, it would still hurt to see his child in pain, laughing, crying, and simply living their Ife while he can't go and join them. He probably felt the pain if his child hit what he done to his face. He probably made the hero and good guy image in his child's eye from the childhood, so breaking that image would hurt

He would avoid the fighting sometimes, while other times he won't hold back. Still carefull to not to hurt his child seriously though.

Even if his child is against him, he won't want them to leave him completely.. He dont and didn't want that to happen..

Overall, he is fun and energetic father. Who would bring (teleport?) his child around the world with him and do the most of the things most parents won't let them do. Like eating ice cream in winter or getting in the sky casino (only with him till they are adults though).

[otherone12]

I Can Help You With That (pt2)

Gerard Way x Reader

-> Masterlis

AN: Hey!! Well as i said, here's the pt2 of "I Can Help You With That", I actually didn't like this one very much, but... It took me a while to finish writing because I didn't know how to continue.

- Word count: 1.232

- Warnings: Smut (afab)! Big age gap

- Ps: You and his doughter (i will not use her name 'cause i think it's weird) are 20 years old or something, and he's 47 (current era?).

- Ps2: I'll not use y/n...

- Ps3: I'm brazilian, so english is not my first language ... sorry if i wrote something wrong.

- ps4: Sorry for the poorly written “Smut”, I'm assexual so… it was a bit dificult for me to write this kind of things.

I couldn't stop thinking about what happened a week ago, but now I'm again in front of that door, waiting for him to open it, so we can keep working together and finish what we've begun. I'm talking about the comic, not the relationship, but the sensacion of his lips on mine is still in my mind and I just wish for more in every single time I remember how it felt. Maybe it wasn't that wrong, since he liked it too, right?

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1st person POV

Was weird not to tell my friend about that, ‘cause I usually tell her everything. I don't think that telling her is the best thing I can do. I mean, it was just a kiss, it's not like we're hanging out or something. Still, I wanted to ask what to do, BUT I CAN'T, so I'll have to figure it out alone. 

I could be Gerard's girlfriend if he wanted to, and if it’s all alright for his daughter, of course. I know that this will never happen because of the age gap, but I can easily imagine that.

When the door was opened, I saw that adorable smile.

-Hi! - Gerard looked surprised and happy at the same time - I was expecting you to come later, but it is good to see you anyway. Come in!

I never know how to act when I'm with him. I don't want to be rude, but neither be too nice, so he will notice how much I want him. I decided to stay quiet for the whole day, and focus on the work. So I nodded and stepped inside the house.

I took my backpack off my back and took out the materials and drafts from inside it, putting all on the table. I sat on the chair and Gerard did the same, so we began to work.

The first half hour was really quiet, the only sound in the room was the radio, playing some old rock songs, until Gerard breaks the silence.

-Are you okay? - he asked - you're too quiet…

- I'm fine. Just an exhausting week, I guess. - I didn't lie. I had an exhausting week, but i'm not quiet because of it.

- Hm… are you sure? You look like you have something on your mind. - He keeped his eyes on the drawing he was doing.

Fuck. He is like Edward Cullen?! Never age and can read minds. I'm pretty sure that he knows exactly what I'm thinking, I just hope he was at least thinking the same as I.

I'm awful with these “games”. I can't pretend anymore!

-Maybe I haven't been able to get you out of my mind since we kissed. - I said, not even looking at him.

He smirks, and puts his paper away, shifting his focus from work to our conversation.

-Oh, so that 's it? - He raises one eyebrow and keeps that smirk.

-I said ‘maybe’. - I get up off the chair - Do you want some coffee?

My desperation to change the topic made him get up too and stood in front of me. I get confused by the situation, because he has no reason to do that.

Gerard has a confident look in his eyes, i didn't know what he was doing but he was sure of it. He held my chin, making me look direc to his hazel eyes. His thumb rubbed my lip smoothly as he pulled me closer enough for me to feel his warm breath on my face.

-You're so fucking pretty… - His voice reached my ears and made me blush while Gerard smiled - You know that, right, sugar?

I don't know how, but all my discernment disappears when he talks to me, and when he talks like THAT I just can’t help but forget how to even think.

Before I could say anything, it happened again, in the same way it did the last time, he kissed me, and I didn't stop it.

This time, his hands runned under my shirt and I felt my body getting hotter.

A shiver went down my spine when he stopped and looked at me.

-That was what you've been thinking about? - His lower voice is so arousal.

- Yeah… - I wanted to keep kissing him. Wanted to take off all my clothes and… NO! A little voice in my head reminds me of the whole context and I back off. - But this is not right.

- But you like it. - He was right.

- Still wrong…

- It's not wrong! - Gerard was already impatient with my resistance - We're both adults who can decide what to do with our lives. And if we want to be together…

That's what I really wanted, I wanted to be with him, not just have little moments like that. If he's mentioning this possibility, I think he wants that too.

- So you're telling me that we could keep doing this and one day become a…

- A couple? Of course! - His hands are still in my hips, I feel him squeeze them and pull me closer, making our bodies collide. - But I'm gonna take you out for dates first.

- What would people say? You remember that you're famous, right?

- How many times have you seen pictures of me on the Internet? How many headlines with my name saying that I did something have you seen?

I took a moment to think about the answer.

- In the last few years? Not much...

He can be a ghost, that's a bit scary, actually.

- See? I know how to hide. That's not gonna be a problem. By the way, I don't want to hide you for too long. - His lips crashed into my mouth again, while I was laughing at the idea of him wanting to be with me and show this for the world. - What 's fun?

- Nothing, I'm just enjoying the moment - I said between kisses.

Gerard walked away and took off his shirt, showing his pale body that even though he wasn't beefy, still really hot. He took off my shirt too and smashed his lips into mine.

I was already wet, but his touch in my body just got me dripping.

He held me by the waist and placed me on the table. Without breaking the kiss, he unbuttoned my jeans and threw them on the floor.

-Are you sure that you wanna do this, sugar? - he asked and I nodded - Use your words, baby.

- y-yes please.

He buried his face on my neck, opening my bra and leaving marks in my body. Gerard took off his black skinny jeans, making his erection even more evident under his boxer. He climbed over me, tracing his fingers down my wet slit and making me moan.

-You're so fucking hot, baby - He whispered in my ear.

He finally took off the rest of our clothes, leaving us both naked.

He insert his hard member into me before I could even think. I waited for this for a long time. The feeling of him inside me got me high when i felt he thrusted his coock. His grunts became louder and I began to feel that familiar sensation.

-Gee, I'm gonna cum…

- Cum for me, baby

I did, and he did too. A moment after we were catching our breath and dressing up again.

-So… I think now you can focus, right? - He said, not even trying to be serious.

- I think so…

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~ Well, that's it... Lemme know if you want a pt3 (when they get caught by his daughter and have to explain what is going on) (:

[daddysfangirls-marvel]

Polyamorous: Tears of Joy

Pairing Steve Rogers x reader x Bucky Barnes, Stucky x reader

Warning: Pure fluff

The First kiss |  The first touch | Moving In | The day they left for war | Found you | The day Stark found out | Big Change | The Train | The Plane | Alone | Unfortunate sequences of events | I know her | The Resturant part 1 | The Resturant part 2 | It’s me | You can keep her | He’s okay with that | Mama loves me | Kissing Captain | Kissing Winter | Healing | Hurt | We’ll Wait | Memories | Prude | Whore | Put in her place | The day Stark Jr. Found out | Now you know |  Nursing | Like a Virgin | Morning After | The Catacombs | Off with her head | Grieving the Insane | Let me make it up to you | Punishment | Spiderling pt1 | Spiderling pt2 | Twentieth-century love | The new we can imagine | Connection | Please, marry me | Walk me | Stand with me | Final touches | I Do | Honeymoon | A moment of Paradise | Pictures from Paradise | The Fever | The bad days | Let’s talk about it | Practice makes perfect pt1 | Practice makes perfect pt2 | Seed | Unknown Stolen | unfulfilled Duties | Talking Emotion | Next Step | Holy Shit!! | First steps to hope | She’s Awake | Nicknames | The Mother and The father | The Boy | The Name Game |Talking | Not Ready | No Boy | Returning lust | Seven Days (pt1) | Seven Days (pt2) | Seven Days (pt3) | Seven Days (Final Part) | Tears of Joy 

A few weeks had passed since their little vacation and the throuple had begun to build their home. And it was just about done, thank you Tony Stark, just the wiring and the extra accessories left to work on. (Y/n) was excited to see the final results she and Ash were already buying furniture. 

The team had also resumed moving into the compound. So, a good majority of the labs and training halls were packed away which meant (y/n) had less work to do and more time to shop. And today she was Dragging Bruce along with her. They were finishing up the kitchen. The throuple agreed to light grey countertop and dark grey cabinets with silver handles, the idea of white anything just unsettled the family as a whole. They all agree on the walls, beyond their personal space, being off white and grey. 

“Oh this is cute” (Y/n) said showing a Kawaii, yes Kawaii not cute, kitten designed kitchen utensils. 

“You already have spatulas and those don’t even match the aesthic. “Bruce said as he took it from her hand and put it back.” We are here for the bathrooms.”

“Ash can decorate her own bathroom. And Steve and Bucky can careless as long as the towels are soft enough and there are shelves for their products. They are being simple”

“most men are”

“They aren’t simply. They are BEING simple big difference.”

“How?” Bruce asked as he manuvered (Y/n) way from the kitchen section and into the bathroom section. 

“Steve wants an art room. And he wants the whole nine yards with it. A thousand shelves and drawers, a million canvas, and sketch books. And a big window so he can gaze at nature for inspiration.”

“Why don’t I believe you?”

And he shouldn’t. Steve truly just wanted a little nook/ window seel where he could draw in peace and a desk or closet to put his art supplies away. It was (y/n) and Bucky who wanted him to have more, his own personal space to explore. Steve could do with small and simple but they always wanted to give him more. 

They were all like that with each other. 

Bruce watched as (Y/n) slows down as she looked at the bathroom decor specifically his & her decor. She picked up two matching soap dispensers. Leaning on the cart Bruce bumps her hip slightly releasing her from her deep thoughts. 

“I never thought I’d have this.” He looked at her confused “Honestly, the time I came from what i currently have wasn’t even a possibility. But even if we did manage somehow, it still wouldn’t have been because we were so poor at the time. And now... I’m not even looking at price tags. 

I’m building a house-not buying building. A high-tech one as well. And I have a daughter. I have an awesome job taking care of people... This wasn’t even a dream.... Bruce?”

“Yeah?”

“I think I’m going to cry.”

“I think we’ve done enough shopping today. Let’s go cry in the car.”

-

“Welcome home” Bucky called out as he heard the Elevator door close. Steve greeted him as he rounded the corner. “I’m making dinner. We’re having salmon.” 

“Where are the girl?” Steve asked as he approached him hugging him from behind and asking his neck. 

“They are in the living room watching tv.” Bucky said as he leaned back to get a proper kiss from him. “Go tell them to wash up for dinner. I’m almost done.” 

“Hey, hey” (Y/n) said Steve approached them from behind. Leaning over the back of the couch he kissed Ash’s forehead before giving (Y/n) a proper kiss. 

“What are you guys watching?” 

“Nothing really. We are actually looking up furniture for Ash’s room.” (Y/n) explained as she handed him the tablet showing what they had. 

“This looks really good. Can’t wait to see it all together. By the way Time for dinner. We’re eating salmon.” 

“Oh, I love salmon” 

“Honestly you love just love food.”

“Correction, I love good food” (y/n) said they all went to wash up. 

“Did you decide on anything?” Bucky asked as he set their plates. 

“Thank you, honey. And yes, she found a few thinks she liked.” 

Taking out the tablet again Ash handed over to Bucky and they began to talk about her choses. (Y/n) watched as Ash and Bucky went over her room and what more she could put in it and decorate it. They were both smiling as the spoke. You could see the resemblance in their smiles and the way they laughed. Both so beautiful. 

“Hey, what’s wrong?” Steve asked as he reached across the table taking her hand.  (Y/n) hadn’t realized she had started crying she laughed and started wiping her tears away. 

“Mom, what’s wrong?”

Everything stopped.

“what-what did you say?” (Y/n) whispered as more tears spilled. 

“I...mom?” 

(Y/n) started laughing as she pulled Ash into her chest hugging her. In all the time Ash had been with them she had never addressed them as anything but their names this was the first time she’d ever...

“You called me mom. I’m mom” 

“Why are you crying?” Ash asked as she hugged her Mother. 

“Because I’m happy. I’m so happy I’m crying. You’re making me happy.” The whole family sigh in relief as (Y/n) continued to cry and hug her daughter.  “I just never thought... oh I love you all, I love you all so much.” 

[shaemss]

the cracks in my ceiling.

prologue | pt1 | pt2 | ao3

3.6k words

𝜗𝜚 tags: rottmmt, age-swap au, leo centric

𝜗𝜚 tw: tiny sorta sh refrence? depending on you define it, medium cursing

𝜗𝜚 note: originally posted on ao3 and enjoy!!

“Leo?”

He twisted his head around so the side of his face sat on his pillow. A turtle stood at the entrance to the room. “Hey Mikey,” "Hey, Mikey," Leo grumbled, his beak pressing firmly into the pillow, making it even harder to draw in a breath. His plastron felt good against the soft mattress beneath him, it was like a cloud. “I heard you and Don fighting.” The box turtle perched on the bed beside him, crossing his legs, and waited in patient silence for Leo's reply. But Leo didn't feel like responding; he just wanted to share the stillness with his brother until sleep overtook him. "Everything okay?" Mikey eventually inquired, his tone shifting to be more concerned.

“Donnie is annoying,” Leo muttered into his pillow, his voice suppressed by the soft fabric. “Yeah I know he is sometimes, but I still wanna know what happened,” Mikey spoke, his eyes fixed on Leo, despite his older brother's minimal movements. Leo turned his head slightly, just enough for one eye to peek out from behind the pillow and for his voice to be less muffled.“You know what happened. Dad’s not letting you guys out of the Lair till you’re practically ancient 60 and Donnie’s mad because he said that I’m the only one allowed out.”

“You really think Splinter is just not gonna let us out of the Lair till we’re 60? He hasn’t even looked at a calendar in ages. Plus that was the first time this month that he came out of that chair.” He shivered thinking about how gross that was to be sitting in a chair that long. “I was just planning on telling him that we turned 60 tomorrow and he just has amnesia,” Mike added with a hint of mischief in his voice.

Leo sat up, his shell pressing against the chilly metal wall. He let out a hoarse giggle, a brief moment of levity before returning to his previous state of mind. Side by side, they sat next to each other, like the true brothers they were. “What about Donnie?” Mikey blinked at Leo for a moment, a little shocked that Donnie even crossed Leo’s mind before saying, “What about him? He’s like that all the time. He’s gonna get over it in an hour or so. Not gonna lie, he has almost worse anger issues than Raph some days.”

“Yeah, but I destroyed his lab. I was so bored and you guys were all gone so I didn’t know what to do. I broke his shell thing, trashed his whole lab, and drew on S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N.”

Mikey looked down at Leo’s legs, seeing the drawings that covered them as well as his arms. He wanted to mention them but he knew his brother would get annoyed with him. So instead, he let it be. “I know he regrets yelling at you. I just know he does.” Mikey joined his brother in leaning against the wall. Leo contemplated sharing the full truth, how Donnie's anger had escalated into something more than just shouting, but his instinct held him back. And he listened to it. Why? He didn’t know. 

“He seemed pretty pissed though.” Mikey watched his brother pull his knees close to his plastron. “Well he's the one who left his lab open, and he knows you and how you act when you’re alone. It's kind of his fault too.” 

Leo fidgeted with his fingers before replying, “Okay.”

He didn’t believe that Donnie was just going to stop being mad at him in an hour or admit that it was also partially his fault, but somehow, Mikey was weirdly right most of the time. 

“Hey, what happened to your face?” The orange-clad turtle reached his hand out to feel the red mark on Leo’s face. “Nothing. I just… bumped into something.” Leo swatted his brother’s hand away, as it had come too close to his face. The burning sensation still tingled above the numbness but was gradually fading away. 

Mikey could tell that he was annoying Leo, but he wasn’t. Leo wanted Mikey next to him. Even if they just sat in silence. 

“Well, I’m gonna go calm down Donnie then maybe Dad,” Mikey spoke, getting up to his feet. The curtain had only been parted halfway before a voice spoke, “Wait.” Leo rushed to sit on the edge of the bed, pondering his next words. “Yes?” Mikey asked, turning his head partially to see his brother. He wanted to tell him to stay, but he knew that Mikey needed to help other people who weren’t him. “N-nevermind.” Leo stuttered relaxing his shoulders, averting his gaze from his brother. Mikey allowed the curtain to graze against his shell as he exited the train car, leaving Leo in his thoughts. 

The youngest turtle watched his brother’s shadow disintegrate. He was alone again.

••••

Donnie stood there, examining the once-clean lab. “Great.” The turtle mumbled. He hated cleaning. It was just bending to grab something and then standing up and putting it away over, and over, and over again. Cleaning was an unstoppable train to destination back pain. 

Donnie sighed before picking up the markers. They scattered the floor and desk, some colors stood out in the purple lighting while others didn’t. Small lines from dropped markers and just accidents in total were on different surfaces around his desk. Hopefully, those will come off with some cleaner. After his desk became close to how it was before, his eyes roamed the rest of the room. His fallen battle shell sat on the ground, it looked pathetic. He was so close to finishing it, and he was just about to add a final layer of protection but of course, something had to mess him up, and of course, it had to be Leo.

The turtle moved his hand underneath his purple sweatshirt to feel his weirdly textured shell. Donnie’s fingers stung at the brisk feeling of his own carapace. He pulled his hand back and examined it. A red color seeped from underneath his glove, replacing his normal green skin. 

Should he have slapped his brother? I mean Leo did destroy- no he shouldn’t have hurt him. God, he’s so stupid, why would he hurt his own brother? You’re so fucking stupid, you’re a stupid dumbass dumbass dumbass dumbass stupid fucking dumbass. 

Donnie’s head pounded for a moment from his thoughts, which overrode everything else in his brain. Okay, come on Don. Focus on something else. Figure out your emotions later. Battle shell? Sure, focus on that. He knew the design was weak from it being easily broken and needed to be stronger so guess it’s time for redesign 27.  Funnnn.

Donnie sat in his chair as his fingers started swiping across the keyboard typing things that were too complicated for an average brain. He glanced at the battle shell that sat on the ground before rolling his chair over to flip it onto its front side. He moved wires and metal apart till he reached the center which held a small, but extremely important, motherboard. Donnie pulled it from the wiring connected and examined it, looking for any chipped spots or damage. Thankfully, it was okay. Donnie rolled his chair back to his desk and connected it to a small wire from his monitor. Wait how did the battle shell get broken again? Oh right, Leo- nope focus on the battle shell. Battle shell. Battle shell. Battle shell. A screen popped up of design 26 and info within it. Metal is lightweight depending on the type but can be destroyed easily and I already tried that in layout 16 so how about he tries titanium again? High grade should work even though it’s rather heavy sometimes. Donnie could just do Raph's '100 situps every day'. He laughed to himself, as he had figured out how to complete his work for a moment before thinking again. 

Where would he get high-grade titanium? The bigger question was how? If he were human he could just go buy some but oh right, he’s a walking turtle who can talk. Wait what about April? She might know where he can get some. 

He scrolled through contacts on his phone for a moment (he only has 5 contacts), before tapping on one and letting it ring till he heard breathing on the other side. “Yes, Donnie?” April spoke in a tired and irritated tone. “April, do you know where I could get high-grade titanium? Or do you have some by any chance?” A pause. “Donnie it’s 8 in the morning, I’m at school right now, I only got an hour of sleep because I was with you all night and now you’re asking me if I have freaking titanium.” 

“Yes, that’s right.”

“Goodbye Donnie.”

“Is that a no?”

Another pause.

“No.”

A rustle than a long beep filled his tympana. 

“Rude.”

“Dee.” Someone spoke from the entrance to the lab. “Hm?” Donnie set his phone on his desk and began typing random numbers and words in irritation after seeing his brother standing there. He sighed before asking, “What’s your reason for this ‘visit'?” 

“What happened,” Mikey asked.

He paused. 

“W-well,” A trickle of sweat fell down his face nervously. “See, Leonardo, he decided to come into my lab when we were out and destroy it.” 

“Is that it?” 

“Mhmmm. Yup. For sure. Now if you’ll excuse me I need to work on rebuilding my, in progress, battle shell.”

“So did you and Leo fighting just never happen?”

Does he only know about fighting? Good. That’s all Donnie wanted him to know. “Yes, we did have a verbal fight.” He replied nervously but kept a straight face. 

Mikey shifted his weight on his feet while his arms became crossed. “Why?”

“Because he destroyed my lab.”

“So because he destroyed your lab you yelled at him? Instead of just telling him to clean up?” Mikey asked with an unfamiliar serious tone in his voice. Good lord, how many more questions are there gonna be? Donnie glanced around the room once more before at his brother. “Yes. That’s.. that right.” 

“Liar.” 

Donnie’s body became stiff. “Excuse me?” 

“I mean that you hurt him.”

Shit shit shit shit shittt. 

“I wouldn’t lay a hand on my brother.” Donnie flipped his chair to face Mikey, knowing damn well he just lied to his own brother's face. He tried as hard as he could to make it look like he wasn’t lying, and it seemed as if he had succeeded. “No, not physically hurt him,” That’s a relief. “You mentally hurt him, he’s 12. Stuff starts to stick to you when you’re 12. I mean, you're the one who left your lab open and free to walk in.” He shifted his weight again, after letting out a sigh. “It’s also your fault, not just Leo’s.” Mikey’s eyes narrowed stepping towards Donnie. 

“Well, he is the one who came in here. I should be able to trust him not to.” Donnie slumped into his shell, as he knew that he was losing the battle. “When was the last time we left Leo alone for over an hour or so?” The box turtle watched his brother break the unbearable eye contact between them. “I don’t know.” 

“Because we haven’t ever. But when he has been alone for over 30 minutes, he will do anything to cure his boredom.” The void of silence roamed the room before a sigh of defeat left Donnie’s mouth. “Okay Micheal, I’m sorry.”

“Don’t say sorry to me, say it to Leo.”

“Are you sure you can’t just do it for-”

“No.”

Great.

Donnie twisted around in his chair to face his desk once more. He stared at the screen watching and waiting for something to happen. Nothing was going to happen unless he pressed a key or moved his mouse, so what was he waiting for? Mikey’s presence still roamed the room. He was still. Was he waiting for Donnie to say something? Well if he is then he’s out of luck. “Donnie.” Mikey’s voice echoed. “Yes?” The purple turtle turned around, sharing a look with his brother. Mikey nodded his head towards the curtain, waiting again for Donnie. “I can’t right now, I have work to do.” Donnie reminded but Mikey persisted in standing there. “Seriously Mike, your presence is disrupting my work- you know what? Fine. I’ll do it if it means you’ll stop standing there like a psychopath that’s waiting to kill me.” He stepped out of his chair and barged past his brother, letting a pair of footsteps follow close behind him. “I knew playing bad cop would work!” Mikey mumbled to himself. 

Donnie’s feet stopped at the entrance to a train car. Regret wandered around in the depths of his stomach. It’s like that feeling when you're hungry but you're full and you feel like you're going to puke but you know you're not going to. God did Donnie hate that feeling. He brought his hand close to the metal, waiting. Waiting for something to make his hand knock on the train car. Something to make him do it. He really, really didn’t want to do it. 

He glanced back towards his brother who was also waiting for him. “Nope, I'm not-” His hand slipped and fell against the metal making a banging noise. Damn it. A creak of the train car's floor was followed by small footsteps, then a curtain being drawn open. “Yes?- oh.”

“Leonardo.” Donnie stood there, peering at the blue turtle, trying his best to not chicken out like he normally would.

Leo's eyes furrowed and his fists tightened at his brother’s words. For some reason, he didn’t like the way people called him Leonardo, even though it was his real name. It just didn’t feel right to him. “I’m,” The purple-clad turtle turned to face Mikey who was watching him carefully. Mikey looked as if he was getting impatient with Donnie. In annoyance at his ‘twin’ brother’s stance, (that he didn’t want to admit, but was slightly scared of sometimes), He quickly turned his head back to Leo. “Sorry. For, you know, yelling at you.” Leo gave him a look as if he was waiting for the rest of the apology that he wasn’t going to get. Donnie didn’t want to bring up the slap, especially around Mikey. 

The soft-shell turtle rubbed his fingers against his hand, letting the stinging sensation sink in. He was trying to distract himself but also was doing it in a way of discipline, not only for the horrible apology he just gave but for hitting his brother. 

Once a few silent seconds had passed, Leo finally realized that his brother wasn’t going to apologize for hitting him, but instead he only apologized for yelling. Leo tightened his hand, wielding the curtain replying, “It’s fine.” 

“That’s nice, now Im going back to my lab.” Donnie twisted around and began a fast-paced walk toward his lab, leaving his brothers alone. 

Leo's grip loosened along the drape in relief of his brother leaving. “He sucks at apologizing.” The youngest turtle spoke with a slight hint of laughter in his voice. Mikey moved to lean on his side against the train car, turning his head to face Leo. “Hah, I know.” He sighed, watching his brother’s expression become a smile, a happy smile. Leo’s smiles always brought joy to Mikey’s face, no matter what. “Hey, do you know where Raph is? Haven’t seen him since we came home.” Leo glanced through his memories trying to see if he remembered but his mind was empty and blank. “Nope, he’s probably in his room.” 

“I’m gonna check if you wanna come with me.” Leo nodded in agreement before hearing the words, “Race ya.” Mikey started bolting faster than lightning, Leo did too but was more like a ball falling down a flight of stairs, constantly tripping over his own two feet. “HEY- THAT'S NOT FAIR, YOU DIDN’T TELL ME THAT WE WERE RACING!” The two raced through the old abandoned train station till they reached a bare train with a few hints of red at the end of the 4 connected cars. “Hah! I win!” Mikey touched the wall of the train car, trying to cover up the fact he was panting and out of breath. “Shut up.”Leo gasped for air before parting the crimson curtain, with Mikey trailing closely behind. "Raph? You in here?" Leo gasped again, his breath still ragged as he leaned against one of the vertical support bars that held up the train's ceiling. Deep snores resonated from the sizable bed situated at the far end of the car.

"Oh, you're sleeping," Leo whispered. A mischievous grin formed on Mikey's face. Leo swiveled his head to catch a glimpse of his brother's expression. "No, Mikey, don't—" Leo began, but it was too late to stop his brother.

“WAKE UP!” Mikey screamed at the slumbering Raph. Raph shot up, disoriented, and his eyes darted around the room, not fully adjusted to being open. "AH! What's wrong? Is someone hurt?" he exclaimed in alarm. “Nope!” Mikey grinned rocking back and forth on his feet. Raph rubbed his eyes and squinted at his orange-clad brother. “Aw man, come on Mikey.” He groaned pushing away the blanket on top of him and stepping to his feet. “Oh, mornin’ Leo.” He and Leo bumped fists before Raph playfully pushed Mikey away and left the train car with Mikey following behind him.

“HEY. How come Leo got a fist bump and not me?” Mikey hissingly protested, chasing after Raph and poking his face. Raph swatted Mikey's hand away, yawning. "Because he wasn't the one who woke me up, and he isn't the one screaming at me right now," Raph retorted.

Leo followed his brothers, positioning himself on the opposite side of Mikey so Raph was sandwiched between them. "Wow. See if I make you food anytime soon," Mikey threatened, as they continued on their way.

“Alright, Mike. Anyways did you calm down Dad?” 

“Nope. Just Donnie.” 

“What’s up with Don?” 

“Eh, nothing. He just got mad at Leo and stuff.”

The red-clad turtle yawned, “Average Donnie.”

Leo turned his head, his gaze fixated on the purple drapes that separated Donnie's lab from the rest of the lair. A shiver coursed through his body as he recollected the recent argument and the time he had spent with Donnie, a tumultuous memory he couldn't easily dispose of. Leo quickly shook off the unsettling sensation and re-centered his attention on his two other brothers, determined to move on from it.

“Raph you’re so annoying.” Mikey groaned. 

“There’s no way you’re calling me annoying right now.”

“Well, I am calling you annoying, out of all of us I’m the least annoying.” Mikey tapped his chest with his hand.

“Out of all of us, you're the most annoying.”

“Me? Michelangelo Hamato? Annoying? Pffft. How am I annoying?”

“Again, you woke me up. Leo didn’t.” 

“That shouldn’t matter.”

“Uh, it does though.”

“No, It doesn’t. 

“Yes, it does.”

“No, it doesn't.”

The two continued their banter as they made their way to the kitchen, their bickering persisting until Raph finally let out an exasperated sigh, his patience was worn thin. "Okay okay, Mikey, my bad," he conceded, putting an end to their ongoing disagreement.

"That's right, it's 'your bad,'" Mikey declared in a triumphant voice, clearly savoring his victory in the ongoing sibling rivalry. Leo settled into one of the chairs surrounding the rectangular table, his contemplative gaze lingering on his brothers. The idea of owning his own mask had been a persistent dream. His brother’s masks had always been something that when he woke up, he would tell himself he was a day closer to getting one. Mikey's mask, though relatively new, had already gathered a smudge or two, a testament to his inability to keep anything clean for long. Raphs for sure wasn’t as new and had seen better days compared to Mikey’s and it was clear to see, but the neatly cut ends offered a polished contrast against his green skin. “Hey Mikey can you make something to eat? I’m kind of hungry.” The oldest turtle grinned. 

"Sure!" Mikey chirped and made his way to the fridge, scanning its contents. Raph had shifted out of his path, leaning against the table next to Leo. He leaned in close and whispered, "Remember how he said he wasn't going to make me food? I don't think he does." The youngest turtle chuckled in response to Raph's remark.

Mikey blabbered on and on (Neither Leo nor Raph was listening) about how he learned to cook from his favorite chef, Rupert Swaggart. “I’ve cooked almost all of his food but I can’t ever get his pork chops right.” He slid 2 bowls of tomato soup in front of his brothers. “Anyways that’s beside the point,” Leo and Raph each lifted the bowls to their beaks and drank it, ignoring the fact that they could have used a spoon. “Hey wait a minute…” Mikey suddenly paused, a thoughtful expression crossing his face. Raph finished his last few drops of soup before placing it back down on the counter. The soup left a red line above his mouth that he wiped away with the back of his hand. “What’s up? 

“I said I’m not making your food ever again!” Mikey exclaimed, tossing the ladle backward that he held in his hands. Raph shrugged, “Well you did though.” 

“RAPH! SPIT IT OUT!” The box turtle screamed jumping onto his brother and shaking his shoulders. “Jezz Mike, get off me!” Raph pushed Mikey but he only gripped tighter screaming the same words over and over. “SPIT IT OUT. SPIT IT OUT. SPIT IT OUT.” 

“I CAN'T ‘SPIT IT OUT’ WHEN ITS ALREADY IN MY STOMACH.” 

“THEN I'LL GET IT FROM YOUR STOMACH.”

Raph shrieked as Mikey reached for his brother’s beak. They both ended up knocking over the chair and tumbling to the ground. Leo wheezed, laughing at his brothers as they continued wrestling on the floor.

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ended up being a short au, but thanks for reading!!

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Through The Years

Edward Nashton x Wayne!F!Reader

Angst, Fluff

Diversion From Canon

Summary~ Y/N Finds Out Edwards Secret Plan

AN~ I took over a year off, then cut you bitches some slack, tell your friend to tell a friend... SHES BACKKKKKKKKK💞💘💗💖💗💘💞💘💗💗💘💞

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<2 Years Ago>

<30 Years Old>

Your life had never been better than it is now. You had an excellent career, wonderful home and the most loving fiancée on the planet. You'd always expected wedding planning to be stressful, and it was, but it was far easier with Edward by your side.

You had been engaged for a little over a year now, every day you spent together was pure bliss. You thought you could never love him more than you did before, you get proven wrong every time you look at him.

You got up early this morning to make breakfast before work, only to notice you were alone in bed again. He'd spent the night writing in that journal, again. You made your way out of bed and to his office, you knocked gently. Scrambling could be heard from inside, something banged, sounded like a drawer closing too fast, then the door opened quickly, revealing his dark, fussy hair and deep eye bags.

"Hey hon, what's up." He asked, trying (and failing) to stifle his yawn.

"What's up?" You breathe, exasperated, "Jesus Ed, did you sleep at all last night?"

He nods hesitantly, "Yeah, yeah. I got a couple of hours."

You rolled your eyes at him, that always ment he only got two, maybe three.

"Sure. What kept you up last night?" You sighed. You knew you'd never get a straight answer to that, but you still asked everytime.

"Oh, nothing just, you know, stuff." He was barely comprehensible at this point.

"Eddie-" You began.

"It's okay, I promise, I was just writing some stuff in my journal. Nothing bad honey." He interrupted, taking your hand and kissing it gently.

"Whatever." You shook your head, too tired to argue. "Want me to make you breakfast?"

~~

You were worried about him. Of course you were. The first night he spent writing in that journal, as weird as he acted the days following, you thought it was a one time thing. Then he kept it up. Not sleeping, barely speaking. Just writing.

A few weeks after it began you brought up potentially getting a therapist for him.

He never liked that.

You saw it as it is, getting help for your problems, no shame in that. But he saw it as degrading, insulting. Like the mere thought of going to therapy ment he was crazy, helpless. Pathetic.

You wanted to respect his wishes and not go through is belongings, especially not the ones in his office but you couldn't think of one other option. Talking with him, as hard as you tried, yielded no results, waiting it out wasn't going to happen, as much as you hated disrespecting his boundaries, the best course of action was searching the journal for answers.

He was away at work, you should have hours to look through his office then plan for a conversation with him once he got home. You entered the cold room you'd only ever seen from tiny cracks through the doorway.

Flicking on the light, you begin opening his drawers, you guessed that's where he kept it due to the sound you heard in the morning. You opened the bottom right drawer last, not surprised to find the journal sloppily thrown on top miscellaneous papers and office supplies.

Taking a deep breath to prepare yourself for what ever you'd find in here. It's for the best. You keep saying in your head, it's for the best, you have to read this. You open the first page.

Creepy drawings, incoherent scribbles, vile things written on every page. His nightmares, his memories, his hatred for seemingly everything.

Somewhere in the middle of the journal a plan begins to form, murder, torture, bombing the city...

You feel tears brimming the corners of your eyes when you read he'd planned on killing his own brother-in-law. Whilst you weren't as close with Bruce as you wished to be, the idea of him dying, especially at the hands of your own husband, made you want to vomit.

As much as you wanted to throw the journal back into the drawer and run out of this room and never think about it ever again, you couldn't. The things you'd found here would haunt you.

~~

Hours pass and you're still slowly reading the journal, by the time he gets home.

"Hey hon! I'm home." Edward calls out to you, concerned when he can't see you and you don't answer him. You always answer him.

Edward begins to search the house, calling for you every few seconds until he sees his office door open, just a crack.

A rush of anger flares through him at your betrayal of his wishes. It slowly turns to dread as he opens the door, coming face to face with your tear filled eyes. His geart aches looking at the subtle fear in them. You read it. You know everything. You're scared. Of him.

"Honey I-"

"What is wrong with you?" You whispered. "How could you think all this? Why... what... I just, I can't believe you."

"Y/N, please, I can explain." He tried to calm you.

"Then do. Explain how you're not a murderous phychopath, honey. Can you explain that to me?" You spat, furious.

"It's awful, but I can't help it. I don't want to feel this way or think that stuff, I just do." He hesitantly 'explains', "I don't actually want to do that plan I wro-"

You interrupted him by slaming the journal on his desk. "I don't care if you want to or not! You're still thinking about it!"

"I'm sorry, please I'm sorry honey, I love you." he repeats with tears flowing freely down his soft round cheeks. He was wrong, going to a therapist wouldn't make I'm crazy and pathetic. He already is.

"I love you too. But please find a hotel tonight." You told him. Then you walked into your bedroom and sobbed harder than you had in your entire life.

You spend the entire night awake, yearning for the Edward that was kind and gentle, the boy who'd had a panic attack over flowers not being perfect for you, who'd sobbed after having not seen you for five years, who'd screamed louder than you'd thought was possible when you mentioned getting back together, who'd planned the sweetest proposal.

The man who'd wanted to make the world better for you. That's what he wanted, right? That's why he wrote all that stuff, what his plan was about. Making everything better, although maybe not just for you. Surely other people would benefit from his plan. Getting rid of the corruption in Gotham could help so many people.

All of a sudden you sat up and scrambled to find your phone on the bedside table. Once you find it you call him, no doubt in your mind that he's awake. And probably crying.

He picks up fast, his hoarse voice indicating you're correct. He begins to apologise but you cut him off, with a simple

"Do it.".

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Loud screams were heard from outside the stadium. Fireworks went off as music was heard. A familiar guitar was heard by the one and only Alatus.

"HOLY SHIT [NAME]" your best friend screams while they profusely shook and hit you "God [bsf] relax.." they stops hitting you and stares at you for a moment "Relax? RELAX?! [NAME] I AM AT AN ALATUS CONCERT AND YOU EXPECT ME TO BE CA-" They shout before they were interrupted by a voice and it was none other than-

"Hello Liyue! Did ya miss me?" Alatus with a tight turtle neck walks on stage with his famous red guitar. Your best friend now twice as excited than a moment is practically about to explode at any moment. The music starts then he strums his guitar to the beat. His electric guitar sent shivers own your spine, it was your first Alatus concert since your best friend was suppose to go with their partner but they had a family emergency before the concert, they couldn't just let front tickets go to waste.

Alatus starts walking around the stage and ironically he stops at your side of the stadium, seeing him up close you quickly understood why your best friend liked him so much. His teal highlights and amber eyes clash with the red guitar in a good way. Ironically too that you were probably the only person in that side of the stadium without a hair cut similar to his or have the iconic hightlight in your hair, it was that obvious that Alatus saw you from the stage even with the lights flashing infront of him. He gave you a smile making it more obvious that he was looking at you which your best friend notices. "[NAME] ALATUS JUST SMILED AT YOU WTF?!?!?!" they looked at you with jaws wide open.

A little fast forward to the last song of the night Alatus hasn't stepped on stage for 5 minutes before he quickly jogging onto stage "So sorry everyone almost fell asleep on my chair" he lightly giggles before everyone started screaming again as the music started again. He finally finishes the finale.

"Well after this fun night all things must come to an end. Wrap up and good night Liyue! I'll see you in a bit" he bows and waves before walking off. You and your best friend now exhausted get ready to leave, your best friend exits first since they had to meet up with their partner and you lived close to the stadium anyways.

You decided not to go home since the night was still felt pretty young at you haven't had some hot coco in a while. As soon as you walk in you heard a familiar song playing softly in the small cafe. You sat in the corner of the cafe near the big glass window, you check your phone while you drink your hot beverage, you noticed someone sat infront of you, they wore a hat and a mask like they were hiding from someone, you didn't really mind but then he spoke.

"So how was tonight's concert?" That familiar voice shook you, you wanted to scream but didn't want to draw attention for his own safety, your eyes just widen as you stare at him "Uh it was great really great but um why are you here? like you know alone?" he takes his mask off "Is it really that bad for artist to be out and about without bodyguards?" he sarcastically replies, you were still in awe that THE Alatus was right in front of you having a conversation with you, if your best friend was here they'd flip. "I'll guess that it was your first concert by the looks of it" he looks up to stare at you and giggles at your face still in awe by how crazy the situation is "Name?" he asks "just [name]" you respond before you take a sip of your coco "Xiao" you hum in confusion "Its my real name" you felt quite lucky in the moment knowing that you might be the only fan that knows his real name "this seems a bit forward but I recognized you" your eyes widen "Your friend Xiangling showed me a video of you playing the drums, I was quite impressed" you almost choke on your own spit since Xiangling promised that she wouldn't show that video to anyone "I was just wondering if you could practice with me sometimes" you hesitated since it has been a while since you've held drum sticks but you eventually accept it and you and Xiao chat a bit more before Xiao had to leave. "It was great chatting with you [name]" he pauses before he- "Wait! before I forget here's my number, try your best not to accidently leak it mkay?" he puts his mask back on before waving and leaving the cafe the moment he stepped out the door you sighed heavily.

"holy shit."

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Bad Boy Levi

The bad boy and the nerd

The bad boy and the nerd pt2

Hurry back to me

Levi is home alone and misses you. He gets excited when you come home.

Levi tries to use the fact he's lonely to ask if you and him could try for a baby, you miss what he's hinting at until he comes out and says he wants a baby, but he's okay if you don't want one. You say yes and start trying right away.

Muse of my heart

Artist Levi wants you, Erwin's muse, to be his and falls in love at first sight.

Levi keeps drawing you at every opportunity in sketchbooks, like you lying in bed, you naked or you changing. You reassure him being jealous that Erwin still paints you. You make a kinky deal with Levi regarding a private drawing and you wearing red ropes.

Inked heart

Tattoo artist Levi - Levi is your only tattoo artist and he always takes pics of his work on you and signs his name. While you try to go on dates, everyone seems to bail. One finally tells you that it's because Levi signs you and takes pics, you're the only one. You confront Levi and you both confess to your feelings.

Dating life with tattoo artist Levi

You won my heart

Nerdy Levi and reader. End of high school all are 18. Levi’s poems for you get revealed at a prom. You go see him and reveal your feelings to him.

Road trip together

Modern AU

Arranged marriage 

Levi’s Christmas gift to you

Jealous Levi

Levi catches his wife dancing in a silly way

Married life with pilot Levi and stewardess Reader

Levi learning to be affectionate with his girlfriend

Happy New Year with Levi

Levi hates heels. Tall reader.

Chubby Levi, he’s self-conscious, but you love him.

Levi celebrates your birthday

High school crush

Levi romances and spoils you for a year to earn a yes

Prankster reader and Levi team up in the name of love

Uni rivals to lovers

Teen romance, a day with the cute couple

You and Levi break up, but he works hard to get you back. Happy end.

Docter reader and injured Levi

The actress and lover from across the stars.

Dr Levi Ackerman and his new nurse

This love that I have.

Allowing yourself to love isn't easy.

For you.

I'm right here with you.

I burn for you.

Sun and moon.

Words fail me.

Welcome to the family.

Can't take my eyes off of you.

Now I see.

You are worth waiting for.

Can't help myself.

You've always been mine.

My perfect muse.

My reason for fighting.

Every step of the way.

A blessing in disguise.

I believe in you. none romantic.

Only I can make you better.

Let me show you.

I only want you watching me.

Take my hand.

After all this time.

Trust us, you're soulmates.

We're meant to be.

Just in time.

Together at last.

Let me in, please?

Change my mind.

Pay attention to me.

I wish it was me.

Forgive me and let me adore you.

Tests reveal nothing.

You are loved.

Let me dream.

Time only made me love you more.

I saw her soul and fell in love.

A little surprise.

Irresistible you.

Keeping quiet.

I'll try to be a good boy.

I don't share.

His cigarette, her strawberry lips.

Once my wife is safe, I will burn you all.

I'm proud of you.

Ticklish

Beauty is subjective.

Destined.

Heartbeat.

The perfect notes.

Little fox.

How your husband worries.

Her eyes, his heart.

The boss's girl.

Custom blend.

Escape room: Levi's hell.

Come closer.

Growing as a couple.

Professors

Free to love.

Office space.

Amazonian Goddess.

Target spotted.

Luck changes

This has got me thinking

Loving the little things

We're destined to be

Stages of love.

I wouldn't change my life for anything in the world

Pranking Levi

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Alfie Solomons- Partners In Crime Pt2

Our first date went very well I have to say..

"Thank you for tonight Alfie. I had a lot of fun" I smile as Alfie walks me to the apartment I'm stopping in

"Does the night really have to end?" Alfie smirks at me

"What have you got in mined Mr Solomons?" I raise an eyebrow

"I think you know Miss YLN"

"Well then you best come inside then" I open up the door and walk inside

"I have to say YN it's a bit small"

"It has a bed what more do you need?" I smirk leading Alfie over and making him sit at the end of the bed. I take his face in my hands and place a kiss on his lips. His hands move to my butt and squeezes it before pulling away a little

"You know. I feel in love with you the moment I saw you"

"Love at first sight ay?" I smirk at the Camden Town gangster and lean down to his face "you best show me how much you truly love me then"

We lay in bed naked while cuddling one another

"I want you to be mine. Officially"

"I have been yours since you said you loved me" I tell him while using his chest as a pillow 

"One day we will moved to the country and get married and have kids. Mark my words"

That was 6 years ago and just like he said we moved to the country after Tommy tried to kill Alfie because of his illness. Now he's getting better and I'm 8 months pregnant with our 3rd child. I watch as Alfie sits on sofa next to our oldest boy Adam who's 3, his showing Alfie a drawing of a boat he did with me earlier in the day. Our other son Samual is playing on the floor with some blocks, he's 20 months old now

"If this one is another boy right, I think we should try again for a girl" Alfie says looking at me

"I don't know Alf. Three kids is enough and we're not getting any younger"

"Oh come on, what's one more child"

"We're having one more child. I don't think we can cope with 4 kids"

"Once this one turns 1 you'll be wanting another. You wait and see" Alfie points his walking stick at me making me laugh

"Anyway it's time for bed. Adam run upstairs and get your pyjamas on"

"Ok mamma" Adam runs up the stairs, I get up off the sofa and awkwardly bend down to pick up Sam when the door mocks

"Who the fuck could that be?"

"Language Alfie" he gets up using is cane and walks to the door, I follow behind him and there stood at the doorway was Tommy Shelby

"Tom?" I frown

"Tommy shalom, shalom"

"Well I can see the bad leg and near death experience hasn't harmed your dick" I roll my eyes at Tommys comment

"You coming in or just going to stand at the door?" I ask turning away

"Mamma who's at the door?" Adams feet run across the landing and down the stairs

"Picked the wrong time Tom the kids are meant to be sleeping"

"Hi Tommy" Adam smiles a wide smile

"Hello Adam, now mamma said you should be going to be"

"But she has to read a story"

"I'm coming. Of you go" I watch as Adam runs off again

"You didn't answer my question, what are you doing here?"

"I only came to check up on you both. No one has heard from you for a few weeks. Ada was worried"

"We're all fine. There's more though isn't there?"

"Well I'm going to be your new neighbour. Me, Lizzie and Charlie. Faked my death"

"Wow" my eyes widen "the three biggest gangsters have fallen within 6 years"

"The Peaky Blinders are still going, but I'm done with that life"

"Well then Lizzie can help me give birth this time. Alfie just faints and I have to do it all myself"

"You said you wouldn't tell anyone" Alfie calls as I make my way to Sams bedroom

"Goodnight my love" I place him down with a blanket and immediately he's asleep. I walk into Adam's room, he's now in bed hugging a teddy.

After reading him a story I walk downstairs to Alfie alone sat on the sofa. I sit next to him

"Who'd have thought this would be our life? ay?" I ask snuggling into him

"Never thought I'd have kids now I've got 2 and 2 on the way"

"1 on the way" I correct him

"2"

"I'll think about it" I tell him closing my eyes relaxing.

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Dinner for fourteen (The Brothers and Suitors)

This is Part 11 of I'm a Noble, Not an Avatar Pt2 Pt3 Pt4 Pt5 Pt6 Pt7 Pt8 Pt9 Pt10

Summary: Two days after Mephistopheles came and took your things. The brothers has to attend a "Make-up" dinner with the Suitors at the pride ring. They are all shock to what they serve there.

Warning: Demon politics, Swearing, Blood drinking, Eating Human flesh and Mention of Hunting

“What do you think? This is the best I can do for Levi-”

“Why do I even have to go? Can I just uh… Invite Belias just to eat here?”

“You know that her mother will have your head if you don’t go with us” Satan cuts in, as adjust his suit. “And it is not like you're the only one who doesn’t like this whole dinner date” Satan groaned at the word date.

It’s been two days since you “temporarily” moved to Mephistopheles’ mansion. And six days since Satan, Asmo, and Beel actually see you face to face. With Belphie see you in your dreams before you kick and lock him out.

Only Mammon and Levi actually have some sort of interaction with you ever since after the “Meeting” with elites. And since then there were only rumors about elites that the brothers and the royals can find so far, nothing tangible evidence to go on.

“Be on your best behavior at Veva’s. Se’irim’s mate owns the place. So expect him to be there during this whole dinner with our suitors” Lucifer walks in the living room in a fancy suit as he fixes his cups “ Just act like this is just a regular dinner. Only we have our own table-”

“What! Wait, you mean that we have to sit with them alone!” Levi was about to protest, when Lucifer shot him a stern glare, shutting him up.

“Lucifer, I want to tell everybody about Veva’s. Some of the dishes there are…” Asmo feels sick just thinking about what he read about the place. “Are humans”

“Oh Fuck- Wait! That evidence-”

“No Mammon, that’s not evidence if Diavolo and I know about it. They are allowed to serve human meat in all seven layers. With Devildom being the one only who strictly bans human meat.” Lucifer cuts off Mammon.

“Plus the human meat they serve are humans who are willing to die for the demon. Se’irim has his followers go to the human world and trick humans into making deals with them” Satan added, he still can't believe that devildom is the only one of all eight layers to ban human meat. But he understands that they can’t stop foolish humans into accepting deals with demons in exchange for their lives.

That’s why RAD has a seduction speech subject in the curriculum.

Everyone is ready to leave, Lucifer opens the door of the house and sets up a portal to his ring. Then he looks back at a Beel. “Beel, remember. Don’t just order any dishes without knowing what it is” The portal opens and he steps in first.

“Why warn Beel that? If any, he shouldn't worry at all.”

“Because some of the dishes have different names that we’re used to. Some are in Latin, French, and other languages. He might end-up ordering a dish made out of human” After say that Satan walks over to the portal, but pause for a moment “Listen, if they suggest any dishes, especially Kares and Lilin. Just so no and pick a regular dish you know” after that little reminder he steps through the portal with the rest following suit.

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As soon as they stand near the entrance of Veva’s

where the paparazzi are waiting. Asmo fixes his suit getting ready for the incoming cameras.

Levi hid his head low so as not to draw attention. Mammon is smirking as he slick his hair back and strikes a finger gun pose. And the rest of the brothers stood there calm and collected.

Soon the doors of the restaurant open revealing Druj is skin tight dress “Welcome to Veva’s one of finest restaurant of all eight circles” She walks over as the cameras flash at her and stood close to Lucifer “Good to see you again Lord Lucifer”

“Please call me Lucifer, you are my suitor after all. So you can drop the formalities”

She hums seductively as she examining Lucifer suit “Oh soon I’ll be calling you love after this dinner is over”

“Don’t make promises that you can’t keep”

“Oh~ Lucifer” she leans in close and whispers in his ear “When I say something, I’ll make sure that happens” she purrs and pulls away. “Now let's get inside, the others are all waiting at their tables”

She dramatically turns around whipping her hair at Mammon and Levi who are standing next to each other at their faces and begins to walk back inside.

“That bitch!” Mammon says it under his breath and growls.

“She just getting under our skin… and succeeding” Levi admits as he feels the pit of anger within him

“Let’s get this night over with!” Satan walks calm toward the entrance. Mammon huffs before following Satan with both hands in his pockets. Then Levi, and Beel are right behind him. As the cameras snap as they all walk in.

Lucifer, Asmo and Belphie were about to walk in. All three of them see Fangor and Faust entering from the other way, both wearing their Arm’s uniform. Which is not a good sign.

If two of the dangerous demons are here, then either Se’irim called them in for security or they're here because if the brothers do anything to ruin the evening.

Either way Lucifer has to make sure that this dinner doesn't go south.

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All the brothers stand with Druj standing next to Lucifer and awe at the main dining hall of the restaurant, with elegant decor, all deck in variety of blue, at the end of the hall is a stage where orchestras are currently playing right above the stage is a balcony with the curtains close.

“What are you all standing around? Go to your tables. After dinner there was a performance” Druj offered her arm to Lucifer, which he took. Druj brought Lucifer’s arm close to her as she and him walked down the stairs and heading to their table.

“You who~ Asmodeus! Over here~” Armaros waves his hand while still sitting. With a wine glass filled with thick red liquid.

“Looks like I found my table” Asmo fixes his hair and about to head over to Armaros. He pause “Don’t do anything stupid that will cause trouble” he angryly whispers it at his brothers, which Belphie undserstands. As he and Asmo head down the stairs and to their individual table with their suitors.

Mammon stiffed when he saw Pandora at their table which was a table for four. He swallows the nervousness before slowly walking down the stairs and to the table.

Soon all three remaining brothers saw their suitors at their tables. Satan snarls when he notices that Typhon is wearing a tiger pelt, which pisses him off. When Typhon and his father wear animal pelts as part of their outfits. But Satan didn’t expect that Typhon has a different palt.

He walks down the stairs and towards the table where Typhon is seated who has already started browsing through the menu.

“Evening Typhon… is this seat taken?” Satan tries to be polite and socialize. He understands that Typhon is not one of the formal demons, so he can be as casual as he can be. But Satan isn’t as casual as he thinks he is.

Typhon looks up from the menu and raises a brow at Satan“Why ask that? This table is for us. Drop the gentleman's talk and just take a seat. The waiter is going to come soon, and I really want something to eat” than he looks back at the menu.

Satan really doesn’t want to eat here, but he has to suck it up and get through the evening without losing his temper.

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Levi and Beel’s tables are close to each other, which made Levi’s anxiety levels slightly down. And just glad that he is near to his brother.

As He and Beel look at the menu with their suitors, Levi starts to internally panic again when he can’t see any dishes that he is familiar with. He leans his chair back so he can whisper to Beel “Beel! I don’t know any of these dishes! These all sound like is from an old times-”

“Well that’s the point.” Levi yelp, when Belias cuts in “These dishes are name after all the dishes that the elders made before any of us are born or created”

“O-O-Oh…” Levi looks back at the menu again “Is-is there an-an-anything here that is safe to eat”

Belias chuckled at Levi’s question “All these dishes are safe to eat, this is a restaurant, yes?”

“Can you suggest anything?”

“Well if you are feeling adventurous how about Homo sanguinum with cerebrum mixed in, it's not much of a meal, but the taste is to die for.”

Levi was about to ask that, when he realized the word “Homo” means man in Latin. “Does this dish have humans in it?”

Belias nodded, which Levi internally winced. He almost asks for a dish with humans in it.

While all that is happening Beel looks through the menu as Kares sets his menu down, he seems to be ready to order. “Have you had any trouble choosing Lord Beelzebub?”

“Oh… well is there any here that satisfies the hunger of a gluttony demon?” Beel knows that this is a bad idea, but he genuinely doesn't order and his stomach starts to roar.

“Mmm? Maybe a chair de l'homme or my personal favorite Dapper hart”

Beel ponders for a moment and thinks that the first one is out of the option but the second one seems to be safe.

“What’s Dapper hart?”

“Brave heart”

“And what’s that?” Beel must have trigger something when he ask, because Kares smile ear to ear

“Oh is the heart of a human that took a brave stand. You can easily taste the courage of the poor soul. I usually hunt those types of humans myself. But I can’t help just to drool about this dishes”

Kares seem to be in trance. But all Beel can do is look at him with horror in his eyes.

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Mammon tries not to lose his composure, while Pandora talks about her time with Belias earlier this morning.

They already ordered their food and are just waiting for it. Mammon made the mistake of opening the conversion with “What yer day been like?”

All she talks about is how it is good to not have to wait in line, getting special treatment with all the stores, and all of the demons just giving her the best options.

“Hey! Look I get it, you have the good life-”

“Do you want this good life?” she looks at Mammon with a seductive look “You know I can be your sugar mama Lord Mammon.” She leans over the table getting close to his face, and Mammon tries to keep some distance but she hooks his collar of his suit and pulls him closer to him “You have a problem of losing Money, while I have the luck of good fortune. I can help you. As long as you do what Mama tells you” He grins and Mammon starts to sweat.

“I-I don’t need your charity!” He tries to stand his ground but Pandora can see right through him.

“Oh little fallen, you know that's all bullshit. Just say yes and-”

“Pandora! Can Lord Belphegor and I sit with you and Mammon” The two quickly turn to see Lilin and Belphie standing, her arms wrapped around a drowsy Belphie. “Our table was too close to the other ones. I don’t like it.” Before Pandora can protest, Lilin sat next to her as she place Belphie next to Mammon. “I’m willing to share with friends, but low level demons make my skin crawl.” she dramatically shivers in disgust. “I already told the waiters to send our food to this table. So you can push us away now Dora” Lilin bats her eyelashes with puppy eyes and under lip out in a pout.

“Fucking fine! Just stop looking at me like that!” Pandora let go of Mammon’s collar and sat back down. “Bitch you know how to ruin my fun”

“Who said that I came over here to ruin your fun with Lord Mammon? And not do a tag team with you” Lilin said it menacingly which Pandora smiles, and the two demons slowly look over to Mammon and Belphie, with the former quietly whimpering.

Before the two demoness can start their terror to the two brothers, both Pandora and Lilin see something behind the brothers causing their eyes to widen.

Mammon sees their reaction and quickly turns around and his eyes widen as well.

He can believe what he is seeing.

It's Mephistopheles on the top of the stairs wearing a suit, and you are standing next to him, wearing something that's not too fancy but made Mammon blush.

“Demons and Demoness, we grace with the presents of Duke Mephistopheles and his special guest for the evening. The human exchange student of RAD”

Levi did a spit take, Beel choked on a complimentary bread, Belphie jolted awake, Asmo dropped his phone while taking a selfie, and both Lucifer and Satan whipped their heads towards the main entrance to see the two of you standing at the top of the stairs.

This evening is going to be a long one.

Tag list: @jellymoonbear @kurisu55 @that-one-fanperson

Note:

Food translation

flesh of the man -chair de l'homme

blood of man with brains- Homo sanguinum with cerebrum

Brave heart - Dapper hart

Also I have made post of what the suitors look like. Here and the Hierarchy

If there's grammar or spelling error, please let me know and don't be shy to leave a comment or rebloging with cute tags. I just love to see you guys thoughts on this :3

This fic is heavily Inspired by the Ao3 fanfic "Bride of Prophecy" by Fallingunderground13 and a different take on my headcanon "Please take care of MC for me....."

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Drowned Sorrows (Vagrant pt2.)

Caleb settles at the table in your shared room, ink and paper ready to go to work and you grab your stuff making way to leave when Caleb stops you, stepping in your path to the door, arms crossed and eyes burning into you. You try to step around him but he just moves with you until you give up. Apparently He’s adamant on talking.

“What the hell do you want?” You roll your eyes at his childish means from preventing you from leaving the room.

“This has gone on long enough.” Caleb states.

“What has?” You play dumb and Caleb gives you a disapproving look akin to a teacher scolding a student and you could just wring the life out of him for for it. Gods, can he just leave you be?

“You know exactly what.”

“Please, by all means, enlighten me, oh grand master Widogast.” You mock and now it’s Caleb’s turn to roll his eyes. Do you have to be so annoying? Why can’t you just act like an adult?

“If you insist. Why do you run out of the room whenever I study? Why do you feel the need to cringe and cower whenever I do anything even remotely magic related?” Caleb asks as you shake your head biting your tongue. This man… This man has some guts to call you out like he has but you suppose maybe this whole thing between the two of you wouldn’t have been as much of an issue if the two of you could just talk about your issues instead of bottling it up until you burst in moments like these, usually ending in some kind of shouting match followed by the silent treatment until Nott makes you ‘kiss and make up’ like she’s your mom.

“It’s none of your business, Caleb. Now let me out.” You once again try to push past him but he doesn’t let you. “Try me, Widogast or I’ll-“ You threaten but are cut off.

“Do what? You won’t use your magic beyond rudimentary practices. What could you possibly do?” Caleb pushes. You know he’s pushing your buttons, your anger only another means to get answers for himself and you hate yourself for falling for his calculated move but you still do.

“You don’t want to find out, Widogast. It didn’t end well for the last people.” There it is. That’s what he’d been waiting for. Those words alone, that threat is not an empty one. You wouldn’t harm him, not permanently at least but there’s a truth to your words and Caleb knows his calculated move to piss you off is paying off. He’ll have to tread carefully if he wants more answers and not actually provoke your wrath.

Shit. Shit shit shit. ‘It didn’t end well for the last people’. Shit. You didn’t want those words to leave your lips at all. Ever. Stupid Caleb fucking Widogast. Stupid. Stupid. Stupid. You can’t deal with this right now and try to push him out of the way but Caleb hardly budges. You half contemplate leaving through the window just to make a point but you’d rather not draw that kind of attention to yourself.

“Veiled threats and half truths. Those are a coward’s words who doesn’t intend to make true on their promises.” Oh you’re this far away from kicking his ass.

“Well it takes one to know one.” You hiss. “You might want to think twice. We still share a room and I will not hesitate to smother you with a pillow while you sleep. Now. Get. Out. Of. My. Way.” You feel a tingling in your fingertips, frustration running through your face with just a tiny hint of fear. You ball your hands into fists, your nails digging into your palms. Last thing you need is to lose control right now but Caleb doesn’t have to know that.

Caleb steps out of the way, allowing you to pass. He stares you down until you close the door behind you, sharing one last glare before you’re off doing whatever you can to not be in any proximity of that room.

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Hours later Nott has fallen asleep at the foot of Jester’s bed, the tiefling herself curled up comfortably. Beau’s sprawled out across her own bed limbs dangling off each side as she snores. You’d fallen asleep sitting against Beau’s bed until her hand slapped you in the face rudely pulling you from your not so comfortable sleeping position. You get up and stretch your limbs, cracking your back. Hopefully Caleb will have gone to sleep himself and you’ll be able to make it to your own bed without dealing with the wizard at this late, or rather early hour.

Exiting the girls’ room you see Fjord slumped against the wall near to his room, giggles and moans coming from the room he shares with Mollymauk. This time he had the sense to bring a pillow but Fjord still looked about as comfortable as anyone could be sleeping against the wall of one of the most expensive places in all of Zadash. You contemplated waking him and telling him to take your bed instead but you don’t doubt you’ll lose your comfy bed forever if you switched roommates. Don’t want to set any precedents because in all honesty, rather him than you having to deal with the lavender tiefling living his life to the fullest. Still, you take your cloak, throwing it over the half-orc gently as you move on to your room.

You don’t see any candle light bleeding through the narrow slit beneath the door so you count yourself lucky as you quietly open the door and slide in, tiptoeing over to your bed, putting your things down and beginning to get ready to sleep. You pull the silk covers back and lay down, making yourself comfortable and close your eyes. You can still smell the scent of that fine parchment and ink. You can almost hear the phantom scribbling of a pen over that paper, dipping into the ink vial every so often to replenish. It’s pure torture. The sound needs to stop. The smell needs to go and despite you trying to use some prestidigitation to get rid of the smell, changing it to those overly fragrant flowers at the shop you passed by a few days ago, the smell is still stuck in your nostrils, the sound still trapped in your ears, the damage already done.

You turn over onto your back, pulling the pillow from beneath you and pulling it over your head, releasing a frustrated but soft muffled scream more akin to a sigh into the plush feathers. The darkness behind your eyelids doesn’t help as you feel a vision of a room creep in, one etched into your memory just as that scent and sound are. Accompanied by feelings of pain and fear, desperation and helplessness, is the feeling of being completely and utterly trapped. No matter your tossing and turning, it all remains and the walls close in, sleep couldn’t be further out of your reach. That is until the lights turn on. A gentle orange glow fills the room and you’re pulled away from your memories and back into the room you share with Caleb.

“Would you stop your tossing and turning, please.” Caleb asks groggy, the sound of moving fabrics and endless sighs having awoken him from his own sleep. Caleb turns over to see you sitting, elbows on your bent knees and head in your hands as you try to stabilise your breathing, counting under your breath like its a life line. You may not exactly be friends and quarrel more often than not, that doesn’t mean he can’t be worried for you. Something’s clearly wrong and it doesn’t take an expert to see that.

“Are you alright?” He asks carefully turning to a half seated position to get a better view of you.

“Just go back to sleep, Caleb.” You grumble not moving from your position. No quip back, no witty remark, not even actual annoyance or a half threat to let Jester draw dicks in his precious books. The position you’re in, the traits you’re displaying are also familiar to him. He’s found himself in a similar situation many times and while you may have said it before as an offence, it’s true no less; takes one to know one. You’re reliving trauma, or at least coming back from reliving a traumatic memory of some kind. Triggered by what exactly?

“I’ll go back to sleep when I’m sure I won’t be awoken again every ten minutes.” In other words; talk.

“Piss off.” You spit raising from your bed, reaching for your bag. Instead you find an orange tabby raising it’s back and hissing at you, by the command of his master no doubt. You have half the mind to pick the cat up by the scruff and toss him at the wizard but right now you just want out.

“You can’t keep running away from your problems forever.” The words hit hard. Caleb’s right but why does it sound like a statement not solely directed at you? You know exactly why. You might not exactly have had any bonding moments with Caleb and he’s been shifty about his past but you know the words of someone who tries to deny that same truth themself.

“It seems to work just perfectly for you. Hypocrite.” It sounded like a curse. Hypocrite. Caleb had known for a long time but having it thrown so bluntly at his face, it hurt. He doesn’t lash out in anger or hit back with an equally venomous retort but instead just stares at you with pity. He really does pity you. He may not know the story but he knows that pain and no one should have to endure that. Still it’s your choice to keep it to yourself. It’s your choice to keep it all bottled up and locked away. No matter what he says, or does for that matter, he can’t change your mind, or even help you despite your differences, if you don’t allow anyone in, regardless of your like, or dislike in his case, for the person. He can’t help someone who won’t help themselves. And that’s exactly what makes him the biggest hypocrite here. His pain is his punishment.

“Where are you going?” Caleb asks as you push Frumpkin aside just enough to reach for your coin pouch, the cat hissing and clawing at your hands until he falls silent again. You open the door looking back one last time.

“To find a rooftop with a good view and drown my sorrows.” You close the door behind you and do exactly that. A bottle or two of good booze acquired and a nice rooftop found. The view would have been nice weren’t it cloudy. Halfway through your first bottle the gods decided to shit in your dish by the sound of rolling thunder and rain pouring down from the skies by the buckets, drenching you to the bone in a matter of seconds. You debated going back inside but you’re stubborn and stayed on that rooftop watching the water spill over the drains until you were shaking from the cold. Maybe suffering from hypothermia isn’t worth making a statement.

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MASTERLIST

Hello! I thought I’d compile all the fics and reader-insert requests in one place so people don’t have to scroll through my whole blog to find the one they’re looking for! I try to avoid pronouns unless specifically requested, but female is usually default for my writing, so male!reader requests will be tagged for easy viewing!

Each fic will have a short(ish?) summary, but word count and any warnings will be at the top of each oneshot when opened since that was easier than tagging everything here (and shorter). 

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Tenth Doctor (Doctor Who)

Not a Cat Person - Reader makes herself a new cat friend, and has to convince a certain alien, who really does not like cats, to let her new friend stay aboard the TARDIS with them. Good thing Ten has a soft spot for his companions.

A Name for Kitty (NACP-pt2) - After succeeding in convincing the Doctor to keep the cat, the two must decide on a name for the poor little guy. Too bad Time-Lords and Humans have such different taste in names.

Lured Desire - In a reality where your desires lure you in and give you what you deeply crave, the Doctor must turn away from his own perfect world, and encourge his companion to do the same, as much as it hurts him.

Sad Truths - When reader gets taken and injected with a truth serum in a place the Dctor brought her too, the man must accept that maybe the reader isn’t really who he’d thought she is, and that maybe the two of them aren’t as different as he’d thought.

Ten’s Proposal - Ten’s been sitting on his utter adoration for reader for ages, and he’s finally decided to do something about it. It’s been a long, long time since he’d even thought of proposing to anyone, but he can’t bear having you as just his companion any longer.

Parental Demeaning - Reader’s parents aren’t quite as nice and loving as they should be, but reader, nor her parents really see that. Thankfully the Doctor is really a man of observation, and well, a bit protective of his companion. 

Exhilarating - The Doctor really should learn the appropriate times to be kissing his companion-- and that’s certainly not when there’s a huge beast stood a few feet behind from them. 

Purest Expression - In a world where art and creativity is celebrated, the Doctor and his companion are pressured into taking the stage for a tradition among the planet. What are the two to do when they’re to sing a song that perfectly, and honestly, describes the other from their point of view? Sing the song!

Should Be Me - When a trip to a well known bar in the galaxy takes a flirty turn (a Jack Harkness turn), the Doctor has to finally own up and admit to his feelings about the reader. If only it hadn’t taken Jack’s flirtations with his companion for the Doctor to come clean.

Ten’s First (real) Halloween - Reader has decieded that she and the Doctor are going to do matching Halloween costumes this year. The only problem is the Doctor refuses to play along, since the last Halloween he’d been too (the first Halloween) he hadn’t liked it. Thankfully he’s got a soft spot for her... so, Halloween parties and Trick-or-Treating commense!

Woes of Infetility - The Doctor and the Reader have being trying to have a baby for a little over a year with no luck. Maybe it’s time to accept the fact that... maybe that’s just not withing arms reach?

The Man Who Should be Dead (Male!Reader) - The Doctor stumbles across a very human companion on a planet that is very much not earth. Of course he takes the straggler space explorer along with him, because he’s not going to leave him. When danger strikes, the Doctor has only one question: How on earth did his very human Reader survive that? 

Icy Surprise - The Doctor takes his companion for a nice, calming evening ice skating. Only, instead of an ice rink, or frozen body of water somewhere, he takes her to skate on Saturn’s rings. Icey shinanigans ensue.

A Night With the Stars - When Reader gets distracted looking out at the stars from the TARDIS doors one evening, the Doctor doesn’t want to pull her away. Luckily he’s got a plan so she eats dinner, and doesn’t have to leave the view. 

Moonlight Getaway - After a few days of utter intensity with the Doctor, Reader is exhausted. Luckily, the Doctor decides to surprise his companion with a bit of a getaway from their usual escapades. Lots of laughter and dancing ensue. 

Talk Me Down - When the Doctor makes a rash decision to split up on an unknown plant, (Y/N) panics and finds herself trapped in an anxiety attack. There’s little for the Doctor to do when he finally finds her, well, besides giving her comfort and support and helping her through the attack.

Gestures and Evasion - The Doctor has been trying for years to win over his companion, but no matter how hard he tries, it never seems to work. Why does (Y/N)’s lack of interest and blatant evasion hurt him as much as it does?

Man (and TARDIS)’s Best Friend - Reader has been sneaking dogs in need into the TARDIS without the Doctor knowing. (Y/N) really didn’t mean for it to get out of hand, but well, the TARDIS has been helping out, and clearly has a soft spot of the canines.

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Alec Hardy (Broadchurch)

Alec’s Emergency Contact (Male!Reader) - When hurt on the job, hospital staff call the first number on Alec Hardy’s emergency contact list. Too bad he’d be in the dog house when his boyfriend arrives in Broadchurch to give him a piece of his mind (as well as affection). Ellie Miller is just living for her boss being told off, and she can’t deny she’s not incredibly happy to see someone loving her boss like the man deserves.

Hardy’s Cure for Sadness - Some days you’re just blah. For no reason other than just feeling blah. When a blah spell strikes you at work, it’s Alec Hardy who happens to notice when no one else does. And it’s Alec Hardy who tries to turn your mood around.

A Dinner In (H’sCFS Pt. 2) - As a thank you of sorts after Hardy being so kind, Reader invites the Detective Inspector to her place for a home cooked meal in. Reader can’t help but wish they were something more than friends. A romantic evening ensues.

Awkardly Perfect - Reader is used to being the grump of Broadchurch-- well, that is until Alec Hardy makes his way into town and gives her a run for her money. The two of you hit it off easily, and honestly, you really don’t see why everyone else is so weary of the Detective Inspector. Also, why can’t the townspeople leave the two of you alone?

Happiness is Homemade - Alec and Reader welcome their new baby into the world with lots of sweet words and cuddling. Alec can only remember being this happy one other time, and it was about fifteen years prior, when he welcomed his little girl into the world.

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Zebediah Kilgrave (Jessica Jones)

Not Always a Bad Guy - Kilgrave knows he’s not exactly a good guy. Jessica made that very clear towards (and he supposes throughout) their relationship. So... why has Reader been so nice to him? And what’s up with that iPad she’s always drawing on but won’t ever let him see?

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I probably won’t have the time to update this with each new fic, but I will every few! Just wanted to get a head start on orginizing this so people son’t have to scroll through everything to find the fic they’re looking for!

Hope eveyone’s having a good day/night, or whenever this finds you!

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SakuAtsu Fanfic recs pt2 leggo

I promised a pt 2 and here it is! Link to pt 1 here :) I was lazy so given summaries (I cped this time, but in the future I might paraphrase), and ofc these aren’t all of the ones I loved, just some :D So in no particular order, have some SakuAtsu <3

As always, pls check WARNINGS, TAGS, and SUMMARIES for fics before reading (esp cause I didn’t put individual warnings PLEASE make sure you’re okay with the content!!!!!!) and make sure you’re taking care of yourselves (since mental health is key!) Stay healthy loves <3

Teach Me, Tune Me, Tempt Me by Anonymous (E) 38.8k // Sakusa Kiyoomi needs to conquer many lifelong fears in order to enter his first romantic relationship. Miya Atsumu is there to guide him every step of the way, even if the one Sakusa desires is someone else.

Flowers Bloom In Our Masks by UnicornFlowers (G) 24.5k // "Mysophobia, also known as verminophobia, germophobia, germaphobia, bacillophobia and bacteriophobia, is a pathological fear of contamination and germs." "You read that off of Wikipedia." "That's the point, Omi-kun. I read up on it fer you."

the art of folding a handkerchief by Emlee_J (T) 5.6k // “Atsumu-san’s just realised he likes Sakusa-san,” Shouyou says simply, as though announcing the weather. “Ahh,” Bokuto nods sagely, standing up straight and nodding his head, as though this was a perfectly normal thing to hear and not monumental in any way. “'Ahh?'” Atsumu protests, indignantly, “what do ya mean ‘ahh?’” “We were wondering when you were going to notice,” Bokuto shrugs, and Atsumu gawps at him. “'Scuse me?” He splutters, and whips his gaze around to Shouyou, who bobs his head at him in confirmation. “How did you two notice before I did?” Atsumu blurts out. "Most people do," Shouyou says softly. -In which Atsumu develops something annoying, like feelings for a teammate, but at least he has a couple of wingmen and Tobio's seemingly infinite resources to help him out.

for whom the heart beats by cielelyse (T) 1.6k // Atsumu's heart keeps skipping a beat whenever Sakusa's around - so often that it's baffling and honestly downright concerning. "I think I might have a medical condition," he says into the phone. "Good," says Osamu, and hangs up.

as you are by papertulips (G) 5.8k // Kiyoomi learns that falling for Atsumu is the easiest thing in the world.

Hide and seek by badreputation (E) 10.5k // It’s just a fleeting infatuation. As long as he pushes through it he’ll manage. So what if nowadays there isn’t a night where he doesn’t dream of Sakusa pinning him down on his own bed, in the shower or make Atsumu go down on his knees in the hallway? Those are just pesky details.

People Will Say We're in Love by tirralirra (T) 9.5k // “Saku...Atsu? What does that even mean?” Atsumu says, squinting at the device. People seem to think that Sakusa and Atsumu are in love, so they come up with a list of things to do to deter that. Maybe it would work...if they weren’t in love.

do not separate! by aalphard (T) 5k // He knows he likes peanut butter and the tuna onigiri Uncle Shamu makes for him. He knows he likes volleyball and the way his daddy looks so, so cool when he’s on court. He knows he likes drawing and playing with toy swords. He knows he likes reading and it’s even better when Atsumu is the one reading for him. He knows he likes to have pancakes in the morning but he also really, really likes tamagoyaki and he knows his daddy can’t make those at all. He tries, but fails every single time. He knows his daddy’s teammates like him and he knows they’ll help him if he wants to play with them one day. But the thing is he likes Uncle Omi-kun more than he likes the rest of them and that is a secret he won’t tell anyone that’s not his daddy. He doesn’t like to make people sad.“Omi?” “Yeah?” “Nao said he likes you more than he likes the rest of the team. Don’t tell’em.” or atsumu is a single dad and kiyoomi can't help but fall for him.

you make my heart burn by myhopeisjhope (G) 9.2k // “What’s up with that awful expression?” Atsumu asked. He leaned against the counter with his hip, looking directly at Kiyoomi, his regular fox-line grin plastered on his face. Kiyoomi made eye-contact with him then, his eyebrows knotting in annoyance, but Atsumu was too interested in the cute pair of beauty marks above Kiyoomi’s eye to care about the glare that was sent his way. “What’s up with that awful hair?” Kiyoomi shot back. And that was exactly when Atsumu decided he liked the guy. 

somewhere in the middle (i think we lied a little) by akanemnida (E) 4.3k // “Body worship,” Miya said instantly, after Kiyoomi asked him what he wanted as reward as the winner of their service ace competition. “I can do that,” Kiyoomi said with a frown. “God, you really are the vainest person on this planet—”Miya shook his head, smirking. “Nuh-uh, Omi-kun. I meant I wanted ‘ta worship ‘ya.”(Or: Sakusa and Atsumu and all the blurred lines in between.)

san'yō expressway, 6:17 pm by yamabato (T) 8.1k // Atsumu tilts his head to watch a slice of orange light bend over the impassive planes of Sakusa’s face. He is absolutely, ruthlessly beautiful. It makes Atsumu want to punch something—put his foot through the windshield—scream, maybe. Kiss him again, maybe. They have 344 kilometers to figure this one out.

affection by papertulips (G) 2.1k // "I gave you the key to my house for emergencies only." “This is an emergency.” “What?” Atsumu pouts, looking up at him with wide eyes that definitely work on Kiyoomi but he will never admit it. “I missed you.”

love could be labeled poison and we'd drink it anyways by myhopeisjhope (NR) 21.3k // "Huh?" is Atsumu's response, and it's seemingly the only thing the man could think of after the minute-long silence that stretched between them. "We should break up," Kiyoomi repeats, more clearly now. He doesn't let any emotion seep into his voice, keeping it neutral and detached, as if breaking up with Atsumu was the easiest thing ever, while in fact it's the complete opposite.

And I'll Ask for the Sea by meeks00 (T) 6.9k // When a couple of his teammates reveal that Atsumu has feelings for him, Sakusa doesn’t react well. It doesn’t help that Atsumu is his typical petty and salty self. --“Come on,” Atsumu is saying in a wheedling tone behind a bright grin. “Just stop,” Sakusa snaps suddenly. “Will you just leave me alone for once? I don’t even like you!”Normally, Sakusa’s words don’t phase Atsumu at all. He’ll talk over Sakusa or brush off any harsh words easily enough and might turn to someone else for the attention he apparently craves. But this time, Sakusa’s words seem to stop him cold, the smile freezing for just a moment on his face.

the Definition of Miya Atsumu, by Sakusa Kiyoomi by orphan_account (G) 4k // Miya Atsumu is a self-centred prick who thinks he's top shit. Underneath the word 'asshole' in the dictionary is a picture of his stupidly pretty face. Sakusa Kiyoomi's definition is, according to him, 100% correct, until he takes a closer look.

i’ll do anything you say (if you say it with your hands) by liliapocalypse (T) 7.6k // Seeing Sakusa stressed out, Atsumu writes random letters on Sakusa’s skin to soothe him during the team’s assisted stretches. Somewhere along the way, the touches shift from barely tolerable to something Sakusa actively craved for. One day, though, Atsumu accidentally writes a confession instead.

it ain't no matter of 'if' honey, it's just a matter of 'when' by irleggsy (M) 2.1k // With a beer in one hand and an accusatory pointer finger on the other, Sakusa slurred, shouted even, “Atsumu. If you wear those godforsaken cutoff camo jorts one more fucking time I’m breaking up with you.”Atsumu made a noise in his throat caught somewhere between a wheeze and a squawk that came out more of an avant-garde honk noise than anything else. He stared up at Sakusa with wide eyes, a bewildered smile just barely glued onto his face. Or: The MSBY Black Jackals go to a bar. Sakusa likes to run his mouth when he's drunk.

dog eat dog eat dog world by perennials (T) 8.4k // You are your first and only line of defense against the universe.

Who Could Have Seen This Coming? by crone_zone (M) 16.7k // Peering out the side of his eyes at the man walking beside him, Sakusa wondered why he’d impulsively changed his mind about his plans this evening when he’d noticed Miya’s reluctance. Surely he wasn’t worried about this asshole, was he?--In which Sakusa impulsively invites Atsumu over to his apartment when he sees he's upset and something entirely unexpected happens: he realizes he likes this asshole. Cue [off-camera]sex, mutual confessions, insecurity, and adorable losers who are opposite in all the right ways.

Miya Atsumu's unwavering love for Sakusa Kiyoomi and an unholy amount of terrible food analogies that should not have the right to Exist by aiviloti (G) 5.6k // Five times Miya Atsumu talks to (harasses) his friends and sibling because he has feelings for Sakusa and doesn't know what to do or how to deal with them and the one time he talks to Sakusa about it. “How do you make friends apart from showering them in praise?” Atsumu wails one night, and Osamu thinks, oh god, here we go again.

Sakusa's Secret Admirer by TwilaFrost (T) 20.2k // Every day after practice, Kiyoomi finds another letter inside his shoe locker. It's only every signed: -❤ He's determined to find this person. Is it crazy to fall in love with someone you've never met?

take what's yours and make it mine by claudusdiei (T) 5.9k // (this has a second fic hehe) atsumu falls in love four times in his life (or: in which atsumu gets his heart broken twice, has the self-awareness of a sober mule and really likes yellow tulips)

School Bus Yellow by yuuki (G) 4.9k // Atsumu has a crush on Sakusa, and it’s kind of ridiculous how much he likes a guy who wears ugly colored jackets and is afraid of germs.Though, Atsumu’s probably not all that great himself. He’s still figuring that part out.

show me how by emeraldpalace (G) 2.9k // Sakusa isn’t sure when or how it happened, but the fact remains: Miya Atsumu has become a comfortable constant in his life.

touch me (i want you to) by melstar (G) 3.9k // He should have seen it coming, really. Spend six months tip-toeing around the line of domesticity with the team’s resident germaphobe, and there was no way he’d be able to think of the guy the same way anymore. Or, Atsumu touches Sakusa's arm once and thus begins a downward spiral into the inescapable jaws of attraction.

Dreaming of You, Talking About You by kitkatwrites (T) 1.1k // Osamu learns that Atsumu talks in his sleep, especially about a certain wing spiker from Tokyo.

If your world falls apart, I'd start a riot by Serendipity (jenjaemrens) (NR) 3.1k // "It was Atsumu who was the older brother, but it was Osamu who was more protective of him. He would always protect Atsumu from things around them that could hurt him. "Or, the story of Sakusa Kiyoomi and Miya Atsumu through the eyes of Miya Osamu.

but soft what light by min_mintobe (T) 2.1k // "Shall I compare thee to a summer's day, Bokkun—" Atsumu drawls, "—hot. "In which Miya Atsumu woos Sakusa Kiyoomi by (gratuitously, seductively) quoting Shakespeare. One-shot.

sakusa kiyoomi's fixation on (miya atsumu's) lips by catsoncocaine (E) 3.7k // Everything about Atsumu is fucking beautiful, but there is one specific part of his that is like kryptonite for Kiyoomi. It is both his curse and his remedy, rendering him useless and yet egging him on to move at the same time. Kiyoomi hates it as much as he loves it.

The Jacket In Your Closet by dai_naning (T) 8.6k // According to the gossiping players around him, Miya Atsumu is an asshole. He's an incredible player in court and an obnoxious person off the court. He taunts people, points out their weakness, and doesn't give a shit if he's disliked or not. Some even say his teammates ostracize him. Sakusa looks at Miya Atsumu and can only see a player who keeps his eyes firmly forward, demanding the same to the players who want to stay on the court. Sakusa can't fault him for that. (That doesn't erase the fact that he's an asshole though. And that he's still the one who gave a jacket to a stranger.)

sakusa kiyoomi is....an uncle? by miyaudrey (T) 5.9k // “Oh, by the way, my nieces and nephews are going to be there.” “Your what now?” Or, Atsumu finds out three hours prior to a Sakusa family gathering that Kiyoomi is an uncle.

Confessions of a V-League Setter by Anubis_2701 (T) 3.3k // "Never?" Sakusa's lips thinned. "No, never. Now stop talking to me." Or, Atsumu discovers that Sakusa Kiyoomi, germaphobe and reluctant heartthrob of the Black Jackals, has never been confessed to before. He decides to change that.

Touch Me by cajynn (E) 3k // Sakusa actually likes being touched but he's very picky when it comes to who and how. When the who turns out to be Miya Atsumu he has a crisis.

Please Stop Crying by dauwtrappen (G) 2.9k // Friday starts off well until it doesn’t and Kiyoomi can hear something crash, feel something snap inside him when Miya, about to set him up for a quick attack, suddenly starts crying in the middle of their three-on-three. Kiyoomi doesn’t even react when the ball bounces off his head, doesn’t cringe when his face is smushed against the net briefly because he forgets to land in front of the it. He’s too shocked, too appalled with the tears pouring out from Miya’s eyes to care.

I can't take much more of your hesitating by playexodus (T) 2.7k // The curved sides of Atsumu’s pecs peek through that absurd tank top at just the right angle. Sakusa swallows. “Your entire chest is hanging out of that shirt. We’re in public. You could at least pretend to be a decent, morally upright person. Not to mention that this Los Angeles beach boy aesthetic is terrible on you.”Glancing back down at Atsumu’s chest to glare at his sharp, glistening collarbones is a bad idea. Sakusa wills his eyes to stay fixated on Atsumu’s face. As it turns out, this too, is a bad idea. “Oh?” Atsumu turns his half-lidded gaze onto Sakusa, the corners of his mouth curling. “Just to be clear: you’re definitely not enjoying the view then, Omi-Omi?”

curse breaking by allicanseeispink (T) 9.2k // Nearing the fourth hour of the silent treatment, Kiyoomi’s already frayed nerves began to whittle down to their last fibers. Today, it was raining. A proper Tokyo monsoon tantrum just shy of a full-blown typhoon that left puddles on sidewalks and fell from an angle so wicked it eluded umbrellas. It was raining and they haven’t spoken in almost four hours. (In which Sakusa wanders into the minefield that is Atsumu's feelings and tries not to blow things up.)

Summer Special: Omigiri by mika60 (T) 6.9k // Miya Osamu always comes up with the perfect marketing plan for his shop, even if it involves the two biggest idiots he knows.

a list of things sakusa kiyoomi hates by BrenH (T) 7.3k // “Just fuckin’ write shit down so ya remember it then. ”It was probably supposed to be a joke, just Osamu being as annoying and unhelpful as always, just reminding him that he shouldn’t have bothered trying to count on his brother for help. He’s forgotten about the whole thing until a few days later when he’s shopping and comes across a small, black notebook shaped like a cat, and his brother’s stupid suggestion flashes through his mind. Before he knows it, the cute little notebook is dropped in his basket, purchased, and in his possession. Or, the one where Osamu suggests Atsumu keep a notebook to track all the things Sakusa hates that he does, and he takes it further than he means to.

A Challenge, A Cat, and A Confession by Kitaa (G) 6.2k // Atsumu enjoys bothering Sakusa. One day he bothers him enough to be invited over to his apartment, only to discover that Sakusa has a plant, a cat, and a cute laugh.

Multiples Of Two by yuuki (G) 3.3k // He does everything in multiples of two. The day Sakusa Kiyoomi died, Atsumu checked his pulse twenty-eight times. Okay, so Sakusa Kiyoomi has never died. And Atsumu has never been close enough to Sakusa to be able to check his pulse. So what if Atsumu is just being dramatic again? He’s allowed to be dramatic when he’s in love with a man who has less emotion than a rock.

gold rush by sketchedsmiles (T) 18k // When the MSBY Black Jackals sign their newest team member, Sakusa Kiyoomi, Atsumu makes it his personal responsibility to befriend the indifferent player.

got sand in my eyes (and my shorts too, damn you miya) by luxnoctre (T) 4.7k // On one of their rare rest days, Hinata takes the part of the MSBY team to the beach. Chaos ensures. (or alternatively, do not piss off Sakusa when he is in the middle of relaxing)

mortality is found in the flesh of your sins by citronnes (M) 10.6k // dickhead one, sakusa kiyoomi. dickhead two, miya atsumu. neither understand how to communicate. Pray tell, why are you drawn to him?Are you drawn to him in the way he looks beautiful even when crying? When his eyes are red, shiny tears streaking down, lips quivering, is he beautiful?

This was v long ahahaha.... Anyway, is this finished? No LOL, but I’ll just make small additions via reblogs (?) over time. Maybe :) Sorry if you wanted me to ramble on about SakuAtsu,,,, slide into my messages/asks for that LOL. Maybe over time I’ll add the commentary from other posts I make in the future :’)