#ugh that's not completely true they just like. never voice it or do anything about it or say much besides 'sorry' or 'go fix it' when i

[skrunksthatwunk]

finally looked up whether ill lose my state scholarship if i drop out after lowkey deciding i probably need to and the answer is yes 😶

[so-long-soldier-writes]

Our Little Secret

kai parker x reader

summary: you should've known wearing a short little skirt would rile him up. but then again... maybe you did it on purpose. (80s!kai) (step-brother!kai)

tags: teasing, possessiveness, praise kink, degradation, dirty talk, oral sex, blowjobs, vaginal sex

word count: 4.2k

“You look cute,” a male voice comes up behind you, “where are you going?”

You turn abruptly to see Kai, watching you from the other side of the kitchen. His gaze travels up and down your body, but he’s clearly staring at your ass. It almost makes you drop the soapy dish you’re holding. 

“Um, thank you.”

“Where are you going?” He repeats, eyes darkening.

“Nowhere.”

“Y/N-”

“I’m serious! I’m not going anywhere, I just felt like looking cute. Trust me, Kai. Do you ever see me leave this house?”

His jaw relaxes, knowing you’re telling the truth. “So you just felt like romping around in a short little skirt? Dad won’t be happy if he sees you in it.”

“Well Dad’s not here right now,” you point out. This is also true. Joshua was out for the weekend on coven duties. He won’t be back until late Monday. 

“Mom won’t like it, either.”

“She’s never minded me wearing what I want. As long as it’s appropriate to wear around the kids.”

“She scolded Jo just last week for wearing jeans that were too tight.”

“Well this is a skirt.”

“I can see the bottom of your ass, Y/N.”

“Why are you looking at my ass, Kai?”

“Because you have it on display for me to see.”

“I do not! I’m just doing dishes and minding my own business!”

“You would get so busted for that skirt if Mom saw. Joey would be staring, too. You know he has a crush on you.”

“Are you jealous?”

“No.”

“Then stop talking about my skirt and just… go away.”

“I came to get a snack.”

“Then get it and go.”

Kai crosses the kitchen towards the fridge, and you finally think he’s dropped it. With his back turned, you bend down to put the plate in the dishwasher, then continue soaping up another. Little do you know that Kai’s watching you through the metal reflection of the fridge door. He licks his lips when your ass is on full display. 

“Y’know this is my house,” he suddenly challenges. 

You whip around to face him, annoyed. “So?!”

“You can’t boss me around in my own house.”

“Do you pay the bills? Yeah, I don’t think so.”

“I was here first. And I’m older than you.”

“Do you want an award?”

He eyes your figure again. “Are you offering?”

“Ugh! Stop it!” 

“Oh don’t act like you don’t like the attention. Why else would you wear that pretty little piece in an empty house?”

“I didn’t feel like putting on pants.”

He chuckles. “Whatever you say, Y/N.”

You groan and turn back around, desperate to avoid his gaze any longer. 

Kai’s not completely wrong, but you’re not exactly lying, either. Yes, it’s true that you didn’t want to put on pants. Yes… it’s also true that you wanted to gain attention from your step-brother. There, you finally said it. You do like his attention. It’s his fault, though. He’s always flirting with you, regardless if the rest of the family is home or not. 

His eyes are always on you, at your back or front, whichever he can get. Countless times you’ve turned suddenly and caught him staring. A handful of those times, his own mother has tried to get his attention but struggled to pull it away from your breasts. His mother, of course, is none the wiser and assumes he’s daydreaming, but you know he’s not. He’ll smirk at you after, if he’s caught, and won’t let her believe anything scandalous was happening instead. 

Kai’s also gotten physical with you more times than you can remember. He’ll slide past you in a crowded kitchen, hands in the air as he’s banned from touching anyone, but his groin will brush your ass as he slinks across the room. Twice, you’ve felt the outline of his cock in his jeans when he did it. Both times, your face got so hot you needed to step away from the situation. 

He also has a habit of bumping into you. If you’re doing dishes or putting something away, he’ll suddenly appear, suddenly needing to do the same thing. Your shoulders or hips meet from his unexpected presence, and then he apologizes with a voice that does things to you. Either his morning voice, slightly rough, or his soft, midday voice, or the one heard at night, when he’s all talked out and dehydrated. Sometimes he’s close enough you can smell coffee on his breath, or mint, or even gin. Sometimes he lets his hand wander to the small of your back, or further down by your waist. When his family enters the room, he rips himself away from you. The bubbling warmth between you quickly goes cold and leaves you hungry. 

“Y/N… Y/N… hello?!” 

You blink twice, realizing Kai’s right next to you. A tupperware is in one hand, while the other waves in front of your face. “What?!”

“Jeez! Just asking if you wanted some of this.”

“What is it?”

“Leftover cake from Sarah’s birthday party. It’s chocolate,” he says the last part in a sing-songy voice.

“I know, I was there.”

“Do you want any?”

“No.”

“Awh, come on, Y/N… you know you do.”

“Fine. I’ll have a bite if you’re heating it up.”

His face breaks out into a grin and he mutters a celebratory, “yes!” to himself, then spins around to the microwave. 

“Put it all on a plate and gimme the dish. What’s one more dish to wash?”

“Okay. And thanks for doing that.”

“Mhm.” 

He leaves you alone while it warms. You turn slightly, wondering why he’s quiet, but see him on the other counter pouring two glasses of milk. You’re quick to face the sink again, not wanting him to see you looking at him. 

“So why cake?” You question as the two-minute timer beeps. “Don’t you usually eat pretty healthy?”

Kai shrugs. “Usually. But one dessert was denied, so I was craving something to fill its place.”

“What the fuck was- oh.”

“I mean, I’ll have two if you change your mind.”

You look down, avoiding his stupid smirk. 

“Kidding. Have a bite.”

Two minutes is the max time you get to eat in silence. After that, Kai swallows a big bite then looks back at you.

“In all seriousness, you do look really pretty.”

“Thank you,” you say, unsure how to take the compliment.

“Do you have a boyfriend?”

“What?”

“I’m just asking in case I have to kick someone’s ass! For like, brotherly reasons.”

You roll your eyes. “No, I do not have a boyfriend.”

“Good.” He’s then quick to follow with, “I mean, like, cause Dad would kick his ass, too. That, or turn him straight to dust. Poof! Did you know that Josette’s boyfriend had to go through three weeks of questioning just to take her on one date?”

“Yes, Kai, I was there. I’ve been living here for three years.”

“Right.”

“Did you see the time my brother got his ass beat for bugging me when I tried to eat?” You counter, challenging him.

“Joey?”

“No, dumbass, you.”

“Oh. Wait-” he puts his fork down as he realizes. “Sorry.”

You meant it as a joke, but his frown tells you he didn’t catch that. 

“Hey, I’m gonna go back upstairs. If you need anything, just let me know.”

“Wait, Kai!” He doesn’t stop. “Kai!” You try again, reaching out to grab his arm. 

He freezes, not used to such direct contact. 

“I was joking, Kai,” you look in his eyes to say. “I promise. I really do like your company.”

“No you don’t, I bother you as much as I bother Jo.”

Your grip tightens. “No, you don’t. Kai, I’m serious. And I’m sorry. It went too far.”

Finally, he turns to you. “Honest?”

“Honest.”

“Pinky swear?”

You snort, then realize he’s serious. “Pinky swear.”

He grins at this, then slowly returns to the side opposite you, where he had been only seconds ago.

“As a matter of fact,” you continue, “you don’t bug me at all.”

He chuckles and looks at the floor. “I’m sure I bug you a little.”

“No, you really don’t.”

“What about earlier? That wasn’t annoying?”

Now or never to confess. You pick the former. 

“Oh, no. I certainly do enjoy your attention. Even when it's on my ass.”

“Oh, do you now?”

You don’t answer. Instead, you bring your chocolatey fork up to your lips, licking the whole length, and sticking your tongue out to him. You keep eye contact with him, watching his cheeks flush bright red. 

“Y/N…”

“What? We’re all alone… I’d be lying if I said I didn’t partially wear this little skirt for you.”

His adam’s apple bobs in his throat.

“Awh, what happened to the bold Kai I know that will rub his morning wood against my back in the middle of a crowded kitchen? Is he shy?” You tease.

“Y/N, you don’t know what you’re getting yourself into…”

“Oh, I think I do. Come on… I bet an afternoon hard is just as satisfying. Oh, but maybe we should wait a couple hours, for when I can literally taste the gin off your breath. Aw, nah, because then the window of opportunity will close. Jo will be home, and all those kids, and you’ll have to see your little brother blush at me without the pride of having owned me earlier in the day.”

“Y/N,” his voice is raspy. His hand ghosts over his pants, and when you follow the movement with your eyes, you see he’s rock hard. 

“Come on, Kai… You want to be a good stepbrother and beat up my nonexistent boyfriend? Well be a better one and fuck me right now.”

He only hesitates for a second more before rushing forward, pressing your back up against the sink, and kissing you roughly. He grips the countertop with one hand, your waist with the other. The plate of chocolate crumbs clatters into the sink, piercing your ears, but neither of you care. Your hands find his cheeks to get a grip. You hold them gently, but they’re burning in your hands. He’s a good kisser, despite having no experience. Before you know it, you’re both out of breath. 

“Kai,” you try to say his name, but it comes out in more of a moan. The two of you are separated, panting, and staring at the other. 

“You okay?”

“Perfect.”

He smiles, then starts to trail kisses down your neck. Your hands find his hair and pull at the roots. 

“Jump up,” he mutters. You do, and he catches your hips. He carries you to the other side of the counter, then sits you up on it. With gentle movements, he leans your back against the cabinet door. Had he sat you up by the sink, you would’ve had no support for your back. You give him a sloppy kiss as a thank you. 

Kai smiles at you, but then instead of going back to your neck, he crouches just a little on his knees. As soon as you realize what he’s doing, you let out an involuntary whine. Your hands bunch up your skirt and he smirks.

“Smart girl.” He wastes no time pulling down your thong, then stuffing it in his back pocket. The cold air only hits your core for a second before his fingers find your clit, rubbing gently. 

“Ohh, Kai,” you whine.

“That’s it, princess. Keep whining for me.”

You let out another, this time, between sealed lips. 

Kai puts a finger in you without warning. “Louder, baby.”

“Kai, I can’t.”

“Oh, yes you can. No one else is here.” He puts in another. 

You can feel the soft pads of his fingers on your walls. “More,” you whimper. 

“Good girl,” he praises.

You squeeze your eyes shut as wetness gushes from your body. You’ve always had a praise kink, and he’s about to find out. 

“You like that?”

You nod quickly.

“Well keep it up. Keep making those sweet little sounds for me.”

You nod again, eyes still closed. With your eyes shut, though, you have no warning when his nose is suddenly grazing your clit. As soon as it touches, though, you let out a loud moan, almost pornographic. 

“Good girl,” he says again, hot breath up against your core. Then, it’s his tongue making contact with your clit. He teases the nub with the tip, then slides it between your folds.

Your hands dig in his hair and moans fly out of your mouth. “Kai!”

He doesn’t answer this time. All his focus is on you. Two fingers still explore inside, while his tongue laps up your wetness. Obscene slurping sounds fill the room, mixed with your own cries. Kai can’t even catch all of it with his tongue - some drips to the title floor with a loud splat, and you can feel the curvature of his lips against your skin. 

The boy is an expert, despite probably being a virgin. He knows just how to flick his tongue; just how to curl his fingers. 

“Kai, I’m coming,” you cry out, gripping the countertops. Your hands are sweaty and you almost slip. In an instant, his hands catch you, even the one that had been inside your heat. “No, don’t stop what you’re doing,” you mutter, eyes rolling in the back of your head.

“Sorry, princess,” he replies, putting them back. He then finds the pace he had before, and works to bring you back to the edge. 

Moments later, your orgasm is the most powerful you’ve ever had. No other man, nor your own fingers have ever done justice to what he could do with his tongue. He sucks and finger-fucks you throughout your orgasm, paying no mind to the way you squeeze your legs around his head, nor the way you begin to ride his face as you come. Kai doesn’t let up until your legs are shaking, and your heavy moans become little whimpers. Only then, does he stand back up and smile at you. 

“You okay?”

“Fuck, Kai.”

“Too much?”

“No. Never.”

“Too much for round two?”

“What?” You mutter, out of breath.

“We can stop if you’re tired.”

You fight to catch your breath, and in that time, happen to glance down. Your eyes go wide as you notice he’s pulled out his cock. Stiff as a board, red, and oozing with pre-cum, it rests in his hand. 

“No, no stopping. Just… give me a minute.”

“We don’t have to, princess.”

“No, I want it. I want you.”

You then make an attempt to jump down from the countertop, but your arms are still shaky. He catches you in an instant, an eyebrow raised.

“Where are you going, little peach?”

A tired whimper escapes the back of your throat as you open your mouth to speak. Despite the grip he still has on both your arms, you manage to sink down to your knees. Halfway down, Kai realizes what’s happening and lets go. 

“Aw, does my little bunny want to suck her stepbrother’s cock?” Kai takes himself in his hands and levels with your face. “You’re a good girl, you know that?”

You blush, and fight the urge to turn your face away. 

“Eyes on me,” he says, seemingly knowing your thoughts. 

You obey him, eyes bouncing between his face and his length. Your heart speeds up at the prospect of taking it. Of feeling it heavy in your mouth; feeling it hit the back of your throat. 

“Can I?”

“Go ahead, princess.”

Your hands join his. Your eyes roll back in your head at how good it feels. When you look up to him, he nods, and you dart your tongue out to taste the pre-cum leaking from the tip. It’s thick, and salty, and if that’s just your first taste, you know you need to start working for more. You lick the head, swirling your tongue in circles. Your lips suck the first few inches. 

“No more teasing.” He tries to be stern, but it comes out in a moan. 

You then put a hand on his thigh for a better grip. The jeans underneath your skin are uncomfortable. 

“Off,” you mutter, hands flying to his belt. 

“Hm? Oh.”

But you’re faster than Kai. Before he can give you any help, you’re unbuckling the metal and peeling his pants down his legs. You’re sure to be careful at his cock, though, pulling it back through the zipper hole, then letting it free.

Kai steps out from the pool of his pants. “Better for you now?”

“Mhm,” you mumble, lips pressed on his length. The action sends vibrations all over and he can’t help but moan again.

Your hand on his thigh squeezes his skin enough that it’ll bruise under your fingernails. Kai only has a second to concentrate on this, though, because in the next second, you’re licking a stripe from his balls to his head. Your tongue is dense against a prominent vein, earning another sound from him. Kai’s hands dig into your hair. He fights the urge to buck his hips into your mouth. 

“Y/N,” he warns. If you don’t stop teasing now, he’ll do just that.

Luckily, you catch onto his need. Your lips curl around his head, tongue flat, and you begin to move up and down on his length. You start slow, but as he gets wetter, your lips glide better. The hand holding him no longer has a use, the first time you take him all the way. It slips further back to tug on his balls, while his tip hits the back of your throat repeatedly. 

Kai keeps his hands on you, buried in your hair, scratching your scalp. Profanities tumble from his lips; words that if his dad were to hear, he’d be beat for days. You smirk against his cock, knowing he can feel your lips curving. 

“You’re a naughty little thing, peach. You like that?”

You respond by not losing pace, not slowing down for a second. 

“Mhm,” he confirms, “what a good little slut you are. Taking her brother’s cock so well. Tell me, princess, is this something you think about at night? How many times have you touched yourself to the thought of this happening?”

Again, you don’t answer. 

“One? Two? Three? More?”

Your hand on his balls travels up to squeeze his ass. The skin is soft between your fingers, and you quickly put your other hand on his other cheek.

“I’ll take that as more than three times,” he chuckles. 

You pinch his cheek unexpectedly, making him jolt. His reaction makes you giggle. When you look up to see his reaction, there’s a smile on his face, too. 

“You look beautiful on your knees for me,” he praises. But then his hands find your face and he slowly eases you off his cock. “So, so beautiful. But I’m getting close and I need to be inside you.”

You nod, wanting the same. 

Kai then grabs you from under your armpits, helping you to your feet. When you’re stable, he hoists you back onto the countertop. Not a moment later, he’s kissing your lips, sore, and red from sucking. Then, at the same time that he hitches your skirt back up your thighs, he presses kisses all around your face. You giggle, his lips tingling your skin, and wrap your arms around his neck. 

“Are you ready?” You shake your head ‘yes’. “Need a minute?” You shake it ‘no’. “Okay. Tell me if you need me to stop.”

“Okay.”

Kai holds your back steady. His cock is in his other, glistening with your spit; teased, and in need of release. He pushes into you slowly, letting you adjust. He keeps an eye on your face, watching for signs; hoping for pleasure, prepared for pain. Your eyes flutter as he passes your folds. Your mouth hangs open, spit dribbles from your bottom lip. The pair of you moan at once, both relishing in the feeling of his cock inside you. He smiles at the simultaneous sound of pleasure.

“Are you doing okay?”

“Mhm.”

“Words, please, princess.”

“Yes, Kai,” you manage. 

“There you go. Good girl.”

“Go faster.”

“Already? Alright. Gotta give my good little slut what she wants.” 

You duck your head in embarrassment. The way he switches between praise and degradation does something to you that you can’t explain. Your core is so sopping wet that he slides in and out painlessly. He pulls out nearly all the way, then slams back into you hurriedly. 

“Ah, ah, eyes on me. I want to look into your pretty little eyes while I ruin you.”

You whine at his words and tighten your arms around his neck.

“Perfect. Keep making those sounds, Y/N. You know the drill by now.”

Kai finds a pace that suits you both. Sweat drips from his forehead and his mouth hangs open, out of breath, but he isn’t slowing down. You’re grateful that he’s holding your back, otherwise you would’ve fallen by now. 

“Kai!” You cry, hooking your legs around his waist to bring him even closer. He groans, and you decide to feed into that dirty talk he seems to like. “You fuck me so well. You’re a perfect fit for my tight cunt - oh!”

As expected, he loves it. “You bet I am, princess. Have you ever had anyone else fuck you this well?” 

“No! You know just what I need.”

“Not even that boy you went to prom with last year? I heard you telling Jo about your little after-party with him.”

“I just imagined he was you, Kai,” you admit. “And any hookup since, I just pretend it’s you fucking me into oblivion.”

Fire burns in his eyes. A possessiveness that tells you all you need to know - he owns you now. You’re his girl. There will be no more pretending, because he’ll be the only one fucking you. 

Kai continues to pound into you, but he’s getting sloppier by the second. He’s close, and you are, too. 

“I’m gonna come, Kai,” you pant, running a hand through his hair. It’s wet with his own sweat, and when you push it up, some of the strands stay. 

“Do it. Come for me. I’m close behind you.”

Permission granted, you orgasm a second time. Your body shakes and moans tumble from your lips. His name is mixed in with them; you chant it over and over like a prayer. 

“I don’t want to come in you, baby,” he manages to say. “Where should I-?”

You lift your shirt up over your head before he can finish his sentence. Kai’s eyes immediately go to your breasts, confined within your bra, but pushed up from the underwire. In the same moment he pulls out, you unclasp the hook on your back. Your tits bounce out from their cage just to be pelted with cum a moment later. You moan again, pleasured by the warmth of his seed on your body. 

Kai’s hands fall to the countertop as he tries to keep himself upright. The sounds falling from his lips are obscene, and beautiful, and you love every one of them. His eyes roll before looking into yours. Both of you take a minute to recover. 

“Your tits,” he finally says, still catching his breath, “are beautiful. Should’ve taken that bra off a long time ago.”

“There’s always a next time,” you suggest, hoping to see that glint in his eye. 

The words take a moment to register in his brain. When he looks back up at you, though, you see it. The possessiveness; the mischievousness. You’ll never belong to another man again. 

“Definitely a next time,” he repeats. 

Satisfied with the answer, you feel a small tension in your jaw relax. You look down at your breasts, sticky with drying cum, and swipe a bit of the load on your finger. Kai watches you suck it off, then go back for more. Once your chest is clear, you smack your lips. 

“You’re crazy, Y/N,” he leans forward and nips one of your tits. You giggle, then cover your front with your hands. Kai quickly grabs your hands, then sucks on the other tit. “That’s why I like you. Part of it, at least.” He drops your hands and looks you in the eye, completely serious. 

“I like you, too, Kai.”

He helps you off the counter in his next stride. You’re smoothing out your skirt, and he pulls up his pants, when he suddenly asks, “was what you said true?”

“When?”

“About the prom. And the hookups. Do you really imagine me?”

“It’s the only way I can get off.”

His face breaks out in a stupidly happy grin. “Does Jo know?”

You snort. “I wish. But of course not. It’s my little secret.”

“Well now this is our little secret,” he points a finger between the two of you. 

“That it is. And I just happen to be amazing at keeping secrets.” You throw him a wink, and then the two of you spend the rest of the afternoon talking, with the occasional break for a make-out session. 

[rikosseen]

Shintaro Yamazaki x Reader: Predawn

Anon request

The Yamazaki syndicate is full of weirdos. Hot weirdos. And amongst these hot weirdos, Yamazaki Shintaro holds the golden DILF trophy. It’s not like you had anything better to do than to gawk anyway. Fulfilling clan duties, cleaning up whatever you needed to, spying on Somi Park and the other ladies- what’s a woman to do with such a repetitive lifestyle?

Previously, the main objective for your presence was to carry the future heir for Yamazaki. However, before even meeting Shingen himself, news had spread across the clan that a child with reverse eyes had been born.

And so, to prevent your family from embarrassment for not fulfilling your duties, your days were spared working as- well- a maid. A servant, if you will. Not the brightest role, but it was something. And hey, at least your insides didn’t get destroyed by big, Tora Oni dick.

Anyway.

Today’s a nice day. It’s sunny, but not unbearably hot. There’s even a cool wind breezing around. What makes it nicer though, is that Shintaro’s blessing your eyes with his presence.

God, look at those forearms.

Could a man of his calibre be seduced? Probably not, but what did you have to lose? You’re scrubbing floors for crying out loud. So, shamelessly, you sit on your knees, looking up at the hulk of a man in front of you.

Shintaro isn’t stupid. And while he doesn’t care too much for his looks, even he can’t deny the amazing traits that the Yamazaki genetics has been able to carry. So of course he notices your bulging eyes. Of course he’s aware of your staring- of your drooling even.

The man doesn’t complain though. Your behaviour is… amusing. In the dead atmosphere of the syndicate, your presence brings humour. To complain would be to form contact with you. And, well, Shintaro’s adamant on thinking that there’s no need for him to initiate conversation. After all, he has better things to do.

.

You swiftly wipe the bead of sweat from your forehead, and sit on the ground. It’s 5am- the sun’s not up yet, but you figured it’d be in your best interest to finish chores early so that you’d have more free time during the day. Needless to say, the morning was a productive one.

“It’s a little early, don’t you think?”

You jump at the voice beside you, heart thumping against your chest.

Oh god, oh god, oh god. Oh god, he’s so close.

The man looks down at you with his default, bored expression.

“You're up too,” you say, voice cracking.

Ugh, how embarrassing.

Shintaro hums, and showcases the paper in his hand.

“Don’t you get bored with the same routine everyday?” you joke, shifting and fiddling with the grass beneath you.

His face turns solemn, and he seems hesitant, but after giving you another look, he sits down beside you cross legged. You grip on the grass a little tighter, sucking in a quick, quiet breath.

“Someone has to keep things in order, no?”

You suppose that’s true. “Doesn’t it weigh on you?”

Shintaro wants to criticise you and tell you how much of an honour it is for him to be in the position that he is. But in the wake of predawn, and the result of the restless nights he’s endured, the Yamazaki can’t help but feel a tinge of agreement. Maybe so, but it’s something Shintaro will never voice out. It’s just the sleep getting to him. Actually- he wouldn’t be thinking such ridiculous thoughts if not for you. Maybe he was right to avoid you from the beginning. Doubt clouds his mind now. He glances back at you, and watches as you fiddle with blades of grass.

“I suppose,” he concludes.

.

A schedule breaks out, and you find yourself waking up early. Not to complete your chores, but to see Shintaro again. Time and time again, the Yamazaki joins you on the grass, and the two of you end up talking about nothing in particular. It’s mainly you doing the talking, but regardless, Shintaro listens.

He doesn’t say anything unless absolutely necessary. The man feels it too dangerous to even be in contact with you like this. His thoughts are never kept at bay during these predawn shenanigans. But somewhere deep inside him, he’s grateful. Grateful for the serene warmth you provide. Shintaro doesn’t complain. He doesn’t need to. Because slowly, even he’s finding excuses for why he’s sacrificing his sleep to be here.

[lizzy06]

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skin deep deception✨ by @azucanela (soulmate au, oneshot) In a world where the number of lies your soulmate tells each day is written in your wrist, Y/N has found that her soulmate has two moods. No lies, or dozens at a time.[COMPLETED]

Morning Whispers by @yourstarvic (oneshot, fluff)Tsukishima couldn't help but to admire you and tell you how much he loves you in the early morning.[COMPLETED]

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  Loving Tradition✨ by @oreosmama(oneshot, angst, fluff)Tsukishima has accidentally started a growing tradition with you: he will attend your home volleyball games, and you will attend his. But why does it hurt so much when you finally miss one of his own games? Surely he doesn’t like you that much… right? [COMPLETED]

In Time You Get Your Rewards by liillyliilly (soulmate au, fluff, humor)[COMPLETED]

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hii! can you please do fluff prompt 4 with vernon? tysmm

of course!! 🤍

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fluff prompt #4: "stop stealing my food."

it was another quiet evening at home, and hansol had decided to get burgers and fries for dinner. he’d been craving it all day, so naturally, he ordered extra, knowing full well that you always ended up snacking on his food. but that wasn’t the only reason he ordered double.

when he asked, for the fourth time, if you wanted anything, you gave him the same answer as always. “nah, i’m good,” you said, barely looking up from the book you were reading. he didn’t buy it for a second.

“are you sure? i can get extra fries,” he said, trying to tempt you, but you just shook your head.

“really, i’m not hungry. i had a late lunch, i’ll be fine,” you assured him, and hansol chuckled to himself, already you wouldnt be able to resist the food.

the moment you’d turned down his offer, he’d quickly placed the order with double everything: two large burgers, two portions of fries, 1 extra large cups of milkshake. he had even convinced himself that it was a good idea to get extra fries, just in case. it wasn’t like you’d admit you were hungry anyway once you realised you were wrong, so he would just make sure there was enough for both of you. besides, he had a sneaky little trick up his sleeve.

when the food arrived, hansol made a big show of being completely shocked by the amount of food. he carried the bags into the living room, acting surprised. “woah, uh... they gave me way too much,” he said, glancing at you with a mischievous glint in his eyes. you looked up from your book, eyes widening at the sight of two burgers and a mountain of fries.

he pretended to frown, then pulled his phone out and began dialing. “hey, i just got my order... yeah, i think you made a mistake, theres way too much food. oh? the burgers and fries are 1 for 1 right now? i didn’t know that... huh, wow, okay. yeah, i’ll take care of it. thanks.”

he “hung up” the phone and turned back to you with a sigh, pretending to be defeated. “well... looks like i have to eat everything,” he said, trying (and failing) to keep the grin from spreading across his face.

he dug into the first burger, taking exaggerated bites as he pretended to be totally overwhelmed by the amount of food. after finishing the burger, he moved onto the fries, taking slow, agonizing bites, letting the pile of fries grow higher as he left half of it untouched.

with a dramatic sigh, he glanced at you and said, “ugh, i really can’t finish another burger. it’s just too much, you know?” then, with the most pitiful look, he added, “please... help me finish it, or it’s just gonna go to waste.”

you sighed and put your book down. “fine, i’ll help,” you said, trying to act like you were reluctantly agreeing when, deep down, you were practically salivating. you’d been starving the minute the smell of burgers and fries hit your nostrils, but you’d never admit it to hansol.

you grabbed the second burger and bit into it, enjoying the taste of the juicy patty, and quickly finished off a few fries. hansol had his eyes trained on you as you finally ate, a satisfied look on his face.

but then, in true hansol fashion, he slyly reached over and grabbed a handful of fries from your side of the plate.

you gave him a look. “hey!” you said, trying to pull the fries away, but hansol only chuckled and held onto them. “stop stealing my food!” he said, his voice playful but firm.

you raised an eyebrow, about to retort, but then you stopped and glanced at him with a teasing smile. “aren’t you the one who asked for help?” you said, feigning innocence.

hansol grinned. “you’re right,” he admitted, “but i didn’t say anything about stealing my fries.”

you rolled your eyes but couldn’t help the soft chuckle that escaped. "im just kidding," hansol says as you watch him pick up more fries, "eat, baby."

you leaned over to him, giving him a kiss on the cheek as you snuck one more fry. “fine, fine,” you said. “i’ll eat, but only because you’re cute and begging me to help you.”

hansol’s face softened as he let out a small laugh, his eyes twinkling with affection as he looked at you. “me? begging?? yes, I am," he teased, reaching over to give you a quick kiss on the lips.

you smiled against his lips. “you’re lucky you’re cute, or i’d never help you finish your meal.”

[httpvomitello]

Hii! Can I request rise Donnie x reader (rom) who teases him a bunch? Not in a hurt full way. Though they do get under his skin

Hello, hello! Thanks for the request, hope you like it ~ ♡♡♡♡

The Fine Art of Poking the Genius *⁠.⁠✧

It was easy to make Donnie flustered. Maybe too easy. Not that you’d ever use that against him. Well… not too much.

You lounged on one of the swivel chairs in Donnie’s lab, watching as he tinkered with some new gadget. His hands worked with precise efficiency, his brow furrowed in concentration. He hadn’t even noticed you sneak in, and you weren’t about to let this golden opportunity pass you by.

“Hey, Donnie,” you called out, dragging his name just a little too sweetly.

His hand twitched, and he paused, glancing up at you with a suspicious look. “Yes, Y/N? What do you want?”

“Nothing,” you said innocently, spinning lazily in the chair. “Just admiring your work. It's really something to behold. You should charge admission.”

Donnie narrowed his eyes. “You’re mocking me, aren’t you?”

“Me? Mocking you? Never,” you said, holding your hand to your chest like you were offended. “I mean, it’s not my fault that your genius comes with a side of ‘mad scientist aesthetic.’”

He groaned, pushing his goggles up onto his forehead. “It’s not ‘mad scientist.’ It’s visionary engineer.’ There’s a difference.”

“Sure, sure,” you said, grinning. “Whatever helps you sleep at night, Dr. Frankenstein.”

Donnie pointed a screwdriver at you. “First of all, Dr. Frankenstein was a fictional character. Secondly, if you keep disrupting me, I’ll have no choice but to eject you from my lab.”

“Oh, I’m so scared,” you teased, spinning the chair again. “What are you gonna do, sic one of your inventions on me? Wait—are you finally working on a giant robot butler? Because I’m so ready to see that.”

He muttered something under his breath, but you couldn’t make it out. Probably some witty comeback he was too annoyed to properly articulate.

“You’re fun when you’re grumpy, you know that?” you added.

“I’m not grumpy,” he snapped, clearly grumpy.

You bit your lip to stifle a laugh. “Of course not. You’re the epitome of calm and collected. A true Zen master.”

His tools clattered onto the desk as he turned fully to face you. “Do you enjoy this? Getting under my skin? Is it some kind of hobby for you?”

You tilted your head like you were thinking about it. “Eh, it’s more of a part-time gig. Keeps me entertained.”

Donnie sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. “You are insufferable.”

“And yet, here I am,” you said, smirking.

He didn’t respond immediately, instead turning back to his work and muttering something about “distractions” and “increasing lab security.”

You leaned forward, resting your chin in your hand as you watched him. “You’re cute when you’re mad.”

This time, his hands froze completely, and you caught the faintest tinge of pink creeping up his neck. “I—what?!”

“You heard me,” you said, grinning even wider. “But don’t worry, Donatello, I won’t tell anyone. Your secret’s safe with me.”

Donnie sputtered, his mind clearly short-circuiting. “That is completely irrelevant to—why would you even—ugh, you’re impossible!”

“And yet, you tolerate me.”

“Barely,” he grumbled, but there was no real heat in his voice.

You leaned back in the chair, feeling victorious. “Admit it, Don. You’d miss me if I wasn’t around to keep you on your toes.”

He didn’t say anything for a moment, just kept fiddling with his gadget. But then, so quietly you almost didn’t catch it, he said, “Maybe.”

Your grin softened into a genuine smile. “That’s what I thought.”

“Don’t let it go to your head,” he added quickly, though the tips of his ears were definitely red now.

“Too late,” you said, spinning in the chair one last time.

He sighed again but didn’t kick you out of the lab. And you knew he wouldn’t, no matter how much you teased him. Because deep down, he didn’t really mind. And, if you were being honest with yourself, you liked seeing that little spark of flustered frustration in his eyes.

[kissme-withyour-cherrylipstick]

Merry Kissmas, Day 24—Christmas Eve

Arthur is pretty sure now. The events of the last three days have been enlightening.

Merlin feels it too.

He wanted nothing more than to tell Merlin that it was okay, that he had nothing to be sorry for, that Arthur wanted the second kiss too. And a third and a fourth and—

He heaves a sigh as he stands in his kitchen on Christmas Eve morning, waiting for his coffee to brew. There is no work today, but he’s going to Morgana’s Christmas Eve party tonight, which will be in the office, and Merlin will be there.

He didn’t get a chance to tell Merlin anything yesterday. It seemed far too private to say in front of anyone else, and he worried Merlin would be too afraid to meet him in his office again. He considered texting and that was how he realized he didn’t know what to say. Well. He knew what to say, but every way he could think to say it sounded weirdly pathetic. Then he started to doubt if it was the right thing to do at all.

Maybe this is just what it's like when you kiss someone every single day for twenty-three days. Maybe he would have fallen in love with anyone if he did this with them. He certainly didn’t expect to fall in love with Merlin of all people.

This is the doubt he’s been wrestling with, but somehow he knows it’s not true. Somehow he knows this is real.

He knows because of how he always looks forward to Merlin’s kiss. How he always finds himself smiling when he thinks about Merlin, which he does a lot now. The warmth that spreads through him whenever he looks at Merlin, his tousled hair, his ears, the line of his neck, his dirty shoes that are completely inappropriate for an office setting.

He supposes he’s always been a little bit in love with Merlin. But this past month has really brought it to his attention.

At a loss for what else to do, Arthur calls Morgana.

“Hey, Morgana,” he greets, “I was just wondering... is Merlin coming to your party tonight?”

“Yes, as far as I know,” she answers.

“So he hasn’t told you that he won’t be coming after all?”

“Why, is there some reason you don’t want him to come?”

“No, I want him to come. I really want him to come.”

“Is there some reason you think he won’t?” When he doesn’t respond, she continues, “Why don’t you ask him?”

“Er....”

Morgana sighs. “Does this have anything to do with the weird game you two have been playing?”

“How do you know about that?

“Gwen.”

“She told you?”

“I have a right to know when you’re making a fool of yourself.”

“I should never have done any of that stuff in front of her.”

“Oh, she told me about the ones you didn’t do in front of her.”

“Ugh. Merlin. Is there no such thing as privacy?”

“So what’s the problem? Have you fallen in love?”

Arthur is silent.

“Oh my god, you have. Oh, Arthur,” and a hint of humanity slides into her voice, underneath a thousand layers of irony and condescension. “What are you going to do?”

“I don’t know. I don’t know what to do.”

“Oh, that’s why you called, you want advice.”

“No, no I don’t want your advice.”

“My advice is simple: follow your heart. Do what it is that you want to do.”

“That’s your advice? Why?”

“Because, I’m pretty sure Merlin wants you as much as you want him and I want him to be happy.”

“You really think that?”

“Yes. For some reason, he really likes you. God only knows why.”

“Thanks, Morgana,” Arthur says, then his sincerity runs dry. “I still think this is a trap.”

She laughs.

He hangs up.

In his own shitty flat that gets shittier the longer he stays at Arthur’s flat, Merlin is also thinking about the last three days and dreading the party tonight. The difference is, he’s still thinking about it in terms of the game. There’s no way he can win, and he doesn’t want to anyway. He thinks a tie would be the most preferable outcome, but at this point, it doesn’t really matter.

Except that Arthur will be insufferable if he wins. And he’ll remind Merlin about it at every opportunity, driving the knife deeper each time. But still, he can’t seem to bring himself to care.

Let him kiss me , he thinks, brooding into his morning tea. I want him to kiss me .

He spends the day dreaming about what it will be like and planning his reaction to it. He has every intention of kissing Arthur back. He’s done that several times and nothing has come of it.

As he’s sitting there, spiraling inside his own mind, he gets a phone call from Gwen and immediately answers it, desperate for anything. “Hello.”

“Hi, Merlin, are you busy?”

“No.”

“Would you like something to do?”

“Yes, please. God, yes.”

“Wow. Okay. I’m helping Morgana decorate for the party tonight and we could use an extra set of hands. And someone taller.”

“I’ll be right there.” He hangs up, leaps off of his chair, and gets ready in minutes flat. He already has his outfit picked out: black jeans that he thinks make his arse look good and an “ugly” Lord of the Rings Christmas jumper with all four hobbits on it.

“That was fast,” Gwen greets him at the door. She’s wearing a red velvet off-the-shoulder dress with her hair pulled back at the nape of her neck except for a couple ringlets that frame her face.

“You look amazing,” Merlin says, taking her in.

“Thank you.” She looks down. “I like your jumper.”

“Thanks.” They hug, and her embrace fills him with a sense that maybe everything will be okay.

“We’re in here.” She leads him further into the building where the party will take place, in the employee break room on the first floor and the wide open space in front of it. It’s a mirror of the second floor where Merlin works and he can’t help but look at and notice all the places that look like the places where he and Arthur have kissed. The front door. The desk that looks just like his. The boss’s office to the side. The table. Against the wall. He tingles at the memories and it makes his heart hurt.

“Lance!” Merlin cries when he sees Gwen’s boyfriend helping Morgana with decorations.

“Merlin!” Lance cries, then comes over and gives Merlin a hug.

“Long time no see,” Merlin grins.

“Yes, too long.”

“Hi, Merlin,” greets Morgana, who is stunning as usual in a green dress, her glossy black hair cascading over one shoulder. She wraps her arms around him and he feels blessed by her presence.

“Wait, I thought you said you needed someone tall,” Merlin says to Gwen, glancing at Lance who is roughly the same height as Merlin.

“We could use two tall people,” she says.

“I can give you a boost and you can help me with these,” Lance says, holding up some artificial mistletoe sprigs.

Merlin looks annoyed at Gwen. “Seriously?”

“Sorry,” she winces.

Merlin shakes his head and turns to help Lance. After Lance gives him a boost and he hangs the mistletoe, he slides down in his arms and they’re left standing together underneath it, looking into each other’s eyes. Merlin blushes, then lets go of Lance, pulls away, grabs Gwen, and throws her into Lance’s arms.

“Hi,” she blinks, grabbing his shoulders.

“Hi,” he smiles, looking at her with the most loving expression.

Merlin watches as they kiss, his smile fading after a moment, wishing he could have the same thing with Arthur.

He feels Morgana’s hand on his shoulder. “Don’t worry, Merlin. I have a good feeling about tonight.”

“Oh yeah? What do you know about it?”

“I know.” And there is a strange twinkle in her eye that gives him an unfathomable sense of hope.

Arthur always arrives fashionably late to Morgana’s Christmas Eve party, but tonight he finds himself impatient and eager to get there, so, after delaying his arrival as long as he can stand, he shows up less than an hour after it ostensibly started.

It appears to be in full swing; there are many people there, most of whom he knows, but there’s really only one person he wants to see.

“Hello, dear brother,” Morgana greets in her sarcastically sweet tone, coming at him from the left and putting her arm around him, a glass of what is probably champagne in her other hand.

“Hello, Morgana,” he sighs, slipping his arm around her waist halfheartedly.

“Merlin’s over there.” She points with her glass and Arthur sees Merlin’s dark hair just poking out above the heads of some other people whose faces he tunes out as he hones in on Merlin.

His palms sweat and his breathing is shallow as he makes his way into the breakroom where Merlin is standing beside a spread of Christmas desserts and, to Arthur’s dismay, is talking to Gwaine, looking very excited to be doing so.

Merlin turns when Arthur comes close and immediately looks annoyed. “Oh, of course you’re wearing a Lord of the Rings jumper. And of course it’s that one.”

Arthur looks down at Merlin’s chest and notices he is also wearing a Lord of the Rings jumper. “What’s wrong with this?” he asks, indicating his own jumper, with the White Tree of Gondor on it.

“You’re wearing that because you fancy yourself Aragorn.”

“And you fancy yourself Frodo.”

“Frodo is the main character.”

“And Aragorn is the rightful king of Gondor.”

They stare at each other in hostility for a moment, before Merlin breaks it with a smile, and Arthur has to smile back. “It is a pretty cool jumper.”

“Thanks. I like yours too.”

“Thanks. Would you like something to drink?”

“Yes, please.”

“Hi, Arthur,” says Gwaine as Merlin turns to fill a champagne flute for Arthur.

“Oh. Hi, Gwaine.”

“Looking forward to tonight?”

“Yeah, it should be fun.”

“I’ll meet you under the mistletoe.” He winks.

“No, you won’t.”

“I’m sure someone will.”

Just then, Merlin hands him his champagne. “Morgana always has the best drinks,” Merlin says. “She has some new purple... punch or something over there.”

“What’s in it?” Arthur asks.

“I dunno.”

“Is it good?”

“I dunno, is it, Gwaine?”

Gwaine takes a drink from his cup. “Very.”

“A bit of advice, for both of you,” Arthur says. “Don’t trust Morgana.”

“I trust her more than I trust you,” Merlin says.

“Oh yeah?” Arthur says, and steps closer to Merlin, who shrinks away just visibly, and Arthur fights the need to back off because Merlin is being ridiculous. “What do you think I’m gonna do to you?”

Arthur sees Merlin’s Adam's apple bob as he swallows. “I dunno. What are you gonna do to me?” He stands up straighter, practically daring Arthur to kiss him.

Arthur barely manages to tear his eyes away from Merlin’s lips. “Nothing.” He steps back and turns toward the table full of Christmas treats. He picks something up without even knowing what it is and puts it in his mouth. A biscuit.

“Well,” says Gwaine. “I guess I’ll see who else I can trap under the mistletoe.”

Merlin is surprised by how normal his and Arthur’s interactions are that night. All his anxiety melted away when he saw Arthur and they fell into their usual banter. They are inseparable all night. They eat. They dance. They drink. But still, Arthur doesn’t try to kiss him.

Merlin can’t understand why. Arthur would win. He’s got nothing to lose and everything to gain. It’s like he doesn’t want to win. It drives Merlin mad, and he’s torn between drinking as much as he can and staying sober so he can enjoy Arthur’s kiss when it does come.

The night creeps by and still it doesn’t come.

Finally, a slow song comes on and people are actually slow dancing to it. Lance is of course a great dancer and Merlin watches him and Gwen for a moment before Arthur approaches.

“Are you going to dance with me on this one?” he asks, slipping his arms around Merlin’s waist.

A spark crackles through Merlin’s body at the touch and his arms are circling Arthur’s shoulders before he can stop them. “Yes,” he hears himself say.

Arthur smiles at him as they begin to sway and Merlin can’t help but smile back as it goes on. He closes his eyes and leans his forehead against Arthur’s. They are the only two people in the world and it feels so strange but so right, moving like this.

“What’s up with you tonight?” Arthur asks after long moments stretch out before them.

“What do you mean?”

“You haven’t tried to kiss me at all. You could tie, you know.”

“I don’t want to tie.”

“Why not?”

This is the moment. Arthur is so close and Merlin could tell him everything, but as he stands on the precipice, he finds he is too cowardly.

Merlin is driving Arthur insane . They are together the whole night, so close they are almost touching, then when they do eventually touch, Merlin won’t tell him what he wants. Maybe it’s all the other people around.

He steps away from Merlin before the song is over and gives him a hard look. Merlin looks surprised, apprehensive even. Arthur looks around for an escape route, sees a broom closet, takes Merlin’s hand, and drags him in there, closing the door behind them.

“A closet? Really?” comes Merlin’s voice in the dark.

“Hang on, I think there’s a light in here.” Merlin is leaning against the wall and Arthur has to reach behind him to find the switch. When the light turns on, he’s crowding Merlin up against the wall.

“What are you doing, Arthur?”

“You have not tried to kiss me all night. Why?”

Merlin’s look of indignation fades into something far sadder until he looks so completely miserable it makes Arthur feel like a terrible person for having done this to him. His arms are crossed, protecting himself from Arthur, but he goes slack, leaning against the wall, all possible traces of anger gone. “You know why.”

All Arthur can hear is his own breathing as he takes it in. He does know why. He’s known it for days. He feels it himself. Neither of them care about this stupid game anymore. It’s gone so far beyond that, it’s impossible to even remember what that was like.

Arthur closes his eyes, then opens them. “Let’s tie.”

“Hm?” Merlin’s brow quirks hopefully.

Arthur takes Merlin’s shoulders in his hands and leans even closer. “I don’t care about the game,” he says, his voice just above a whisper. “I just want you. Let’s tie.”

Then Merlin is leaning forward and Arthur has felt his kiss before, in fact, he’s felt this exact fervor behind it, but this time it is unbound by any pretense and Merlin tilts fully into it, grabbing Arthur and holding him close, so close it’s as if he can’t get close enough, their entire bodies pressed together in the closet, and Arthur finally lets himself go too, exploring Merlin’s mouth like he’s always wanted to and it’s warm, heat spreading like fire throughout his body at every contact point between him and Merlin. He pushes forward, crushing Merlin against the wall because he really can’t get close enough.

He has to pull away for breath and to look at Merlin, flushed and disheveled and beautiful in the harsh lighting.

It is far more than Merlin ever hoped for. Even with all the assurances from his friends and his decision to just let it happen and how seemingly romantic Arthur is being, his heart soars like he can’t believe when Arthur says, “I just want you.”

It is like a dream and despite how dirty it probably is in that closet, Arthur’s kiss is pure and right and sets Merlin alight his entire body over and there is nowhere he’d rather be than between Arthur and that wall. He tastes like biscuits and peppermint and champagne and love.

When Arthur finally breaks away, he is glowing. Even the fluorescent lighting loves him.

Arthur strokes Merlin’s face with his thumb. “You are so beautiful, Merlin,” he says breathlessly. “I’m sorry it took me so long.”

Merlin swallows. “Me too.”

“Now that it’s finally over,” he says, nosing Merlin’s cheek, “I wanna take you home,” a kiss to his jaw, “and I won’t stop until there isn’t an inch of you I haven’t kissed.”

“What? You don’t just say things like that.”

“I do now.” He presses closer to Merlin and a surge of arousal flows through his body like never before.

“Oh god, yes,” Merlin breathes. “Arthur. I don’t know if I can wait that long.”

“You’ve waited this long, what’s a few more minutes?”

“An eternity.”

Arthur kisses him again and it’s the first kiss that is free from the confines of the game. It’s strong and it’s sweet and so quintessentially Arthur. Merlin is thrilled yet not surprised at all that he knows it so well.

As they duck out of the closet, saying a rushed goodbye to the party in general, Gwaine can be heard saying to Gwen, “Finally.”

[quxyivs]

The other half of me

Popular Boy! Lee Know x Loner Photographer! Black fem reader

Summary: Lee Know the schools heartthrob, Mr perfect, the pretty boy, sees you getting bullied by his ex and decides to step in. He offers to take you to the nurse and when you two meet again after you rejected his offer her learned that he doesn’t have to lie to himself when near you (College AU)

Troupe- Heartthrob x Loner (kinda)

Trigger Warnings! Fluff and angst, crying, cursing, bullying, a tad bit of fighting, blood (lmk if I missed anything!!)

You were sitting down in your seat on the train looking down at your camera as you made your way to school. When the train finally stopped you stood up and walked over your bag and camera in hand. You connected your Bluetooth headphones as you began walking out the train station and toward the campus.

You were eventually across the street from the campus. You looked at the gates and you took a deep breath before walking across the street and making it to the other side of the road. When you made it to the other side you walked towards the entrance, not before the same group of girls came beside you pushing you over and knocking you down causing you to hurt your leg.

“Fuck-!! Ow!!” You said as you sat up holding your bleeding knee. “Aww is the baby gonna cry? Gonna cry!! Grab her camera and take a picture too!!” Amia, your main enemy laughed loudly as another girl, Jio, grabbed the camera. When she picked it up you quickly stood up and snatched it back. “Leave me alone!” You said clenching your camera. “Who do you think you’re talking to!?” Just as Amia was about to slap you, Lee Know, the school heartthrob stopped her hand.

“Amia what the hell are you doing? Leave her alone.” Lee know said looking at Amia with a stern voice standing there waiting for her to leave. “But-!!” “Go.” “UGH!!” Amia stomped off with her friend mumbling underneath her breath. Lee know turned around coming closer towards you to get a look at your face before you backed up. “I didn’t need help..but thank you..” You said as you looked away from him and back away. “You’re welc-shit you’re bleeding come here let me help.” He reached out to grab your arm when you snatched it back from him. “Don’t!!..Don’t touch me. I can do it myself.”

You grab your bag from off the ground and limp to the nurses office. She wasn’t surprised to see you as this was normal for you by now. She sat you down on a chair as she disinfected the wound. As you sat there patiently waiting for her to finish the door to the office was opened again and in came Lee know. You were about to protest and tell him to stop following you when you saw him sit on the chair need the window and just look outside. Completely ignoring your presence.

You could tell he seemed a bit out of it so you decided to maybe snap him out of it. “What’s little Mr. Perfect doing here? Thought boys like you were too good to get into fights.” You said sarcastically rolling your eyes as you looked at him waiting for his response. “Well seeing as defending you got me dumped, I thought I’d come check in you.” He said honestly making you feel bad.

“Oh..I-I’m sorry I didnt…”

“It’s fine. She was annoying and bitchy anyways..just using me for my popularity and money..” For the first time in forever you felt like you knew him..? You and Lee know never spoke. Never even a wave but here he was pouring his true emotions out to you. You looked at him softly. “So why’d you get with her..?” You said softly but also sounding concerned. “My parents forced me to do it. They force me to do all of this.” He admitted as he looked at her.

You two made eye contact but it felt deeper than just a glare. “So you don’t want to be the schools ‘Heartthrob’ the ‘popular boy’ the-“ “Guy everyone wants to become because I’m rich and get girls? yeah. I hate it, wish I could just be left alone, kinda like you.” He said chuckling to himself dryly.

“..Why would you want that.. I mean being alone is well, lonely of course.. No friends and everyone thinks you’re just a weirdo. Being like this sucks.” You say chuckling as well looking down at your leg as the nurse walked in. “Oh? Is something wrong Lee know?” The nurse said looking at your leg and wrapping it as she spoke. “No just came in here to get away.” He said his voice quiet, almost like he wanted to go unheard.

“Well good thing I just went to restock….” She paused briefly. “You know.. you two are really the same.” She said with a soft smile as she finished wrapping your leg throwing away some of the bloody cotton balls. “How? We’re polar opposites.” You two said almost at the same time and then made eye contact.

“That’s how.” She giggled. “Well you two need to get to class now yes?? I’ll write you both a pass!” You awkwardly shifted in your seat before standing up preparing to leave as she finishes writing the note you find yourself gazing in Lee know’s direction. As you look at him, you find yourself lost in his presence. The way the sunlight hits all his features perfectly, the way his eyes shimmer, his slightly pink cheeks.. You find yourself unable to control your movements and you take out your camera and snap a picture of him. When the picture comes out the Polaroid you shake it and then look at it. Gorgeous. Pure perfection. You then snap out of your head when you hear the nurse snap.

“Stuck in la-la land over him aren’t we?” She chuckled. Nervous that you had been called out you just run out the room with your camera but dropping the picture. Lee know saw that you dropped something and he stood up to pick it up when he saw that what you dropped…was a picture of him.

He smiled and picked up the photo. The nurse who was watching it all smiled too as she crossed her legs

“Seems you found your other half.”

“Seems so..”

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A/N- AH I spent SO long writing this!! I hope you guys like it!!! Lmk if you want this to be a series too(*≧∀≦*)

[cherrysurf]

Metanoia | Atsumu Miya X Reader

chapter 14; do i wanna know?

you drove to atsumu’s place truly expecting your time to be wasted. As you knock on the door, you find him looking a little tired and sleepless as he opens the door. A part of you feels bad and finds it weirdly cute. “hey come in” he says scratching the back of his neck, you walk in and then he guides you to the living room where you two take a seat, enough distance from each other but still close enough. you sit there in silence for a moment till atsumu decides to speak “listen i know things have been weird as of late and i just want to explain it all.” he says looking down “go on” you say with a slight tone in your voice “the sydney situation was completely out of my control and i hope you understand that, i never wanted her back. this whole time i’ve been trying to get closer to you, i know my record at the moment isn’t the best, but i’ve really taken a liking to you i know i might’ve not been the most obvious about it but it’s true.” he says looking up at you now, your mind is racing at a million thoughts per second, he felt the same this entire time? a part of you feels bad more than ever, understanding that he’s been trying his own way the entire time, and you’ve been distracting yourself with other things in order for your feelings not to go as deep as they went, ugh you feel like throwing up right now, “i’m sorry too atsumu i liked you too when we first met but to be honest it didn’t feel like you liked me much, and i didn’t know what to do or how to feel i figured i'd push you away and distract myself.” you say looking away avoiding eye contact, atsumu looks dumbfounded at this whole ordeal feeling like he messed up everything but the feeling was mutual. “What if we start over? take things more serious” he says offering “but take it slow?” you say “anything you want yn.” Those words felt comforting, “okay then let’s do this.” but it was easier said than done, there were some things you had to let go before this could start, and one of those things was ushijima. You left atsumu’s place with a small hug and quickly rushed home to fully process everything.

-finally guys they confessed

-i fear this is the only time osamu has been wrong and akaashi was right (at least in this version)

-ushijima will still get a happy ending I PROMISE

Taglist; @heartmaddie @liquidcatt @toorusfangirl @akaashislovee @saintcosette @twiishaa @w2mini @from-mae @exclusiverinaa @gumims

[layraket]

Day 5 - Sunburn

Character(s): Four and Shadow (LU)

Words: 772

Summary: Shadow tries to stay out in the sunlight, Four told him to not do it

Whump scale: 2 (see the full scale here)

Warnings: Burns, it's not that graphic but just to make sure

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Traveling with the chain has been a whole adventure, literally.

They were all kind and fun, even the veteran who tried his best to hide that soft spot for the younger ones.

Us included. Maybe you, I’m already old enough. Guys we’re all the same age.

While the three colors discussed the fourth was worrying about their secret friend.

Shadow has been living inside their, well, shadow since Link reemerged, them learning this a year after. It was a little hard at the start, but they figured out a way to communicate with sign.

The demon wasn’t completely trapped, with the shard that Vio grabbed from the broken Dark Mirror he was able to become physical. The problem is, this only worked when the sun wasn’t touching him.

“I don’t think it is a good idea” They had this argument already too many times, and Four didn’t wanted to risk Shadow’s life for an experiment.

Wow, Vio not putting someone at risk for the sake of knowledge? That is really new. Don’t start. You know is true!

‘But what if now I’m able to walk in the light? I could convince the others that I’m not gonna kill them!’ The signs were a little sloppy but at least made sense.

“You only have one small shard of the mirror, even with the whole thing the light harmed you.” Four sighed “I don’t think it is enough.”

Normally talking with Shadow would be only limited to signs, but with the rest of the chain occupied and with the excuse of going for firewood communication was easier.

‘We’ll never know!’ Before Four could say anything a figure in his likeness emerged from his shadow.

There was a beat.

Shadow opened one eye to check, then smiled “See? Now I can help you with the fire–“

The demon started burning, in the literal way. Burns were already covering his body and screams filled with pain came with them.

“WHAT DID I TELL YOU?!” Was the first thing that Four said, letting the firewood aside and already trying to cover the shadow being from the light.

“BURNS BURNS BURNS! LINK IT BURNS SO MUCH!” Smoke came from him and the smell of burnt flesh was strong.

In theory this wasn’t a natural body, his flesh was made with magic. So, it is possible with Dark Magic to create a full working body?

Vio! This is not the right time! He’s gonna turn into ash! Do something! Ugh he made this to himself! Let him burn a little Blue that’s too cruel! It’s not my fault that the idiot decided to become roasted cucco– GUYS.

Right. Shadow was being burned alive.

“Hold on a little!” He tried to cover the demon with his body, to give him an opportunity to go back to his shadow, or at least to protect him from the light.

“M-make it stop!” The damage was already big, the burns being bigger than some seconds before and already covering a big part of his face.

If he didn’t act fast Shadow will die. A third time. He doesn’t want to be responsible for it again.

Four lifted him carefully and ran towards some spot where the shadow was more prominent, maybe like that the sun wouldn’t be able to hurt him more.

There wasn’t a moment where Shadow let go of Four’s tunic, tears coming non-stop from his red eyes and the smell of smoke becoming more and more strong.

Finally, in the safety of a tree’s shadow, the demon was able to start healing himself. The damage was big, almost his whole body was covered with sunburns and it made harder to mitigate the pain.

Four finally with his mind calmer, allowed himself to breathe. “Better?” He kept his voice soft, not wanting to bring again the panic of the shadow being.

“Mmhmm…” He didn’t dare to let go of Four’s tunic, keeping a death grip that made his knuckles turn white.

“Deep breaths, Shady, keep making deep breaths…” Even with a body that was basically made with Dark Magic, it was very warm. Maybe for the sunlight.

After what felt like an hour Shadow was able to go back to Four’s shadow, now safe in his little hiding spot.

They came back to camp, luckily nobody heard Shadow’s screams and noticed how Four twitched with the mention of how long he took.

The lesson of the day? If Vio tells you that it is a stupid idea, maybe listen to him.

That isn’t true. Shut up. 

[spacequokka]

Ask > Do You Like What You See

Pairing: Taehyung x stylist!Reader Genre: Fluff Rating: PG Summary: It's another game of tug o' war with the one who dubs you his favorite stylist. Word Count: 0.6k Warnings: Language

Happy birthday, TaeTae!

It’d gotten so bad that Taehyung stopped trying to hide. Everyone knew he was into you and he, being the charming sweet talker that he is, got them all to overlook his indiscreet behavior.

Case in point:

“Taehyung, be still.” You frowned, reaching for the makeup remover.

“I can’t help it.” His smirk made it clear that he could, in fact, help it. “You give me goosebumps.”

It was the timbre of his voice coupled with the smolder in his eyes that made it hard to focus at times. And he knew it. Used it like a fucking crutch.

“I’m barely touching you!” You hissed, dabbing at the smudged eyeliner.

“I know but it tickles.” He pouted. You’d never know he was a grown ass man if you didn’t look at him. “You’re just teasing me.”

It was bait. If you told him you weren’t trying to tease him, he’d tell you he wouldn’t mind if you chose to because he “likes that.” If you ignored him, he’d say you were admitting guilt.

“I can get someone else to finish your styling then.” You curtly recapped the pen. You turned to put it down but his large hands caught your wrists.

“Hey, don’t do that. You have no idea how much trouble it is to get into your chair.” His gaze wandered from your eyes to your lips. “I’ll be still for you.”

“Please and thank you.” You forced a professional smile before picking up a brush. “I’m almost done.”

True to his word, he behaved long enough for you to finish with the eyeliner. The dressing room had quieted down as some of the staff left having finished their tasks. Having a cooperative client to work with will do that for you.

Taehyung’s eyes cased the room and a small smirk returned to his stupid beautiful face. “Ooh. We’re almost alone.”

“Yeah, so?”

He beckoned you closer with a finger. You found yourself leaning closer as if he had you attached to puppet strings. “Hey, tell me something: do you like what you see?”

You nearly snorted as you pulled away. “When it comes to you, who doesn’t?”

He scoffed. “That doesn’t tell me anything. I want to know about you and your preference.”

You picked up concealer and a brush. “It doesn’t matter.” You filled the brush with a bit of cream and started dabbing it around his mouth.

“Yes, it does.” He spoke firmly yet with a slight whine. “I can’t take you out if you’re not into me.”

You had to look away and cover your mouth. Once you were sure you wouldn’t laugh, you turned back to him. “No dating coworkers.”

“Meh.” He made a face. “That’s more of a warning than a rule. PD-nim said so.”

“Really. That’s the first time I heard it.”

He sighed and caught your wrists in his hands. “Please.” He looked you in the eyes, face completely serious for once. “You know I’m very much into you. Be kind to me. Throw me a bone here. Or at least put me out of my misery.”

Ugh. The puppy eyes.

You rolled your eyes and looked away, aware that your stupid cheeks were betraying you. He didn’t tease you about it, instead keeping quiet as he brushed his thumbs over the pulse points of your wrists. “You’re…cute.”

He frowned. “That’s it?”

“I mean, if we didn’t work together, I’d consider going on a date or two.” You shrugged and tried to pull away but he wouldn’t let go. “Tae—”

“You can’t say something like that and not expect me to beg!” He turned up the charm, eyes wide and sparkly as he pouted. “Please? Let me take you out. I swear you’ll like it. I can be good.”

“You sound more like a puppy than a grown ass man.”

“Yeah, because I’m trying to be your grown ass man.” He pulled you close enough to kiss. “What do you say?”

[lokiforever]

Hey do you think you maybe write a Loki x reader with a reader who adores singing but is incredibly insecure about it because they can't sing high or low enough to properly fit with any voice type so they don't like to sing front of others? If not that totally OK I don't want to make you uncomfortable or anything. Have good/night

Hello there, nonny👋🏻❤️

For sure, darling! It's totally fine ❤️

You know, that's basically me, like I live for music but I don't like to sing in front of anyone....I used to be in the our school choir ...but now I don't like to sing in front of people. I'm probably boring you all out ...... 😅

Apologies.. let's begin with the fic/drabble ✌🏻❤️

Hope you all like it, especially you, nonny ❤️🥰

❤️His Melophile❤️

Pairing: Loki x Insecure! Reader

Summary: Loki finds about how highly insecure you are about your singing abilities while you love singing too.No wonder why you never sang in front of him......

Warnings ⚠️🚨 : Loki wearing a tuxedo (after ep2 most definitely, this is) None otherwise, it's pure fluff...

Today was Friday, which ment another of Tony's team building parties. Oh, how he loved parties. You were getting dressed and your dear perfect boyfriend, Loki was to pick you up in 30 minutes. Well...not that you had to go that far.... just have to shuffle through a few floors but still...

If we start talking about for how long you've liked him ... that'll be a long sum and the same was the case with Loki. It was only 2 months ago that you two confessed your true feelings for each other.

You decided to wear a short black cocktail dress which fitted you perfectly..

You were in the middle of deciding your hair style when your thoughts was interrupted by a knock accompanied by the smooth and lovely voice of your boyfriend "Darling?" "Come in, Loki. I'm almost ready, love" you called across the room. As Loki entered both of you a good few minutes just to admire each other.. He was wearing a tuxedo and the ruffles completed the look with his hair slicked back. "Y-you look absolutely ravishing, my darling" "Loki....you-you look... spectabulous" he chuckled "Oh, you seem to like it, love" "I love it! You look ...... words cannot express how much I love it" "Well, thank you, darling"

"Let's go, shall we, my love?" "I just need to make my hair" "Ah, no need it's amazing just the way it is" you chuckled a faint blush creeping up your cheeks "Thank you, my love. Let's go then"

The party went smoothly and now, when most of the guests were gone you and the other Avengers decided to play a game of Truth or dare.

"Point Break, Truth or dare?"(You know who said this) "Truth and stop with that weird name" "Thor, tell us a story of you and Loki from your childhood" said Steve "I could've given him a better one" the billionaire said. "Tony" Nat said with a glare to which he raised his hands up in mock defence "Thor, you start"

"Alright, here it goes - Once Loki transformed himself into a snake and he knows that I love snakes, so I went to pick it up to admire it and then he transformed back into himself and went like, 'Byah! It's me' and he.. stabbed me......we were eight at that time"

Loki now had a smile on his face. And you gave him the "Whoa! That was quite a trick" you said and Thor nodded "I'm so proud of you, love" you whispered to Loki with a chuckle who was sitting next to you as he gave you his signature smirk.

"Y/N, why don't you go next" Nat said "Me? Ok, alright" "Truth or dare?" "Uhh... let's go with Truth" "Name one of your insecurities" this immediately caused Loki to look at you with a gaze of love and reassurance.

"Ugh...no.... fine, I don't like to sing in front of others, be it anyone" you confessed as the God gave you the 'we have to talk about it in private' look.

~~•~~

*In yours and Loki's shared chambers*

Before any of you could say anything, Loki was called for an emergency mission with Thor and a few other Avengers and with what he told you it'd probably take him 2 to 3 days to return ....

You had your ipods on, singing as you cooked. Loki would return by the evening so were cooking dinner for the both of you.

~•~

When Loki entered the apartment he heard your lovely voice as you sang accompanied by the aroma of the food you were cooking. He walked towards the kitchen, leaning on the doorframe as he heard you. You were lost in your own little world, way too preoccupied to notice that you now had company.

When your song ended you turned around, releasing a yelp as you saw Loki standing there "Jesus! Loki, you nearly gave me a heart attack! How long have you been standing here?" "Long enough to hear your beautiful voice"

You turned beet red at his words. "Oh, come on" "Darling...." he said as he started walking towards you "You have a lovely voice, sweetheart" he said, kissing you softly. He lifted your chin up using his thumb and index finger "Loki, I-" before you could protest he pressed his finger against your lips, shushing you. "Ah, ah,ah you'll listen to me now. Baby, it's ok if you don't like singing in front of others, but let me tell you this - you are wonderful in every way, you don't need to doubt any thing about you. " he turned off the stove and picked you up, making you sit on the kitchen counter and softly pressing several kisses all over your face.

"You're perfect, my queen, you're my sunshine. My darling little melophile. I love your voice, when you sing, lost in your own world all I want to do is to just admire you and proudly tell everyone that 'You see that perfect angel right there. Yes, she is mine. That's my girl. She's the one who has my heart and I have hers' I love you with all that I am, Y/N Y/L/N"

His words touched you deeply, you felt so blessed to have him in your life.

He began pressing kisses along your jawline and neck "You're mine, and mine alone" then he looked up at you, his blue-green eyes staring right into your soul with such love and devotion "I love you so, so much, Loki. You're a true blessing, my love. I can't imagine a life without you" you said as you hugged him tightly before he pulled you in a deep, passionate kiss.

"You sound lovely, my darling but I'm sure that you'll sound even better when I'll make you scream my name tonight" he said, picking you up and carrying you towards the bedroom.

❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

Taglist:

@holdmytesseract @allesiaandnx @jennyggggrrr @dishahaldar @eleniblue @lotsoflokilove23 @gruftiela

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[secretkeeper13]

Day 4: Love

Written for @hinnymicrofic

Words: 786

Note: I’ve been enjoying all of the delightful Hinny micro fics so much that I wanted to try to participate. But I haven’t written anything in months, and what I ended up with is a crack outsider Romione POV of Hinny. So yeah, I’ve completely failed the assignment. Content warning for swearing, reference to a sex act, and Ron’s unfiltered thoughts on Snape

Hermione had just settled into her favorite armchair with a book, Ron lounging on the sofa opposite her, his long legs stretched across the width of it, when the stag appeared.

Translucent and silver, it bounded through their front window, coming to rest in the middle of their sitting room rug directly in front of the hearth.

Harry, she thought. Panic flared within her for a moment until the stag opened its mouth and began to speak. Harry’s voice echoed through the room, the tone of elation immediately assuaging her worries.

Ron, Hermione— you’ve got another nephew! Albus Severus Potter, born at half past eight. Full head of dark hair. He surprised us all by coming a bit early, but he and Ginny are both doing brilliantly. He can’t wait to meet you and Rose tomorrow!

She could picture Harry saying the words clearly, wearing that same look of exhilaration and wonder and pride he’d had after James was born as he’d stared at his son cradled in Ginny’s arms.

She looked over at Ron, beaming, the tears already welling in her eyes, thrilled by the news. But rather than happy, Ron looked stunned.

“I wouldn’t worry,” she said soothingly, “She was 37 weeks, that’s nearly full term, and he says they're both doing well, so—“

Ron shook his head. “Albus Severus,” he muttered slowly, his tone incredulous.

“Oh, that,” Hermione said, now understanding.

“Yes, that,” Ron exhorted. “Albus Severus?!”

“Well… it is a rather Harry thing to do, isn’t it? You know how sensitive he’s been about Professor Snape since the war ended.”

Ron snorted. “It’s one thing to fight to put his portrait up in the Headmaster’s office, but it’s another thing entirely to name your kid after him, now isn’t it?”

Hermione paused. As much as she enjoyed debating with Ron, he had a point.

But unable to help herself (as always), she pressed on. “You know how Harry is. He feels he owes his life to Snape, and I’m sure he wanted to honor that, just like he’s done with Dumbledore.”

“Only Harry would feel he owed anything to the greasy bastard who set Voldemort after him in the first place. Fuck’s sake.” Ron rolled his eyes, shaking his head.

He grimaced, and his tone darkened. “You know what’s even worse— Harry’s gone and named his kid after a bloke who was gagging for his mum. For thirty bloody years.”

“They were best friends as children! Harry said he loved her— you know about the Patronus.”

Ron gave her a withering stare. “Yeah, we all know full well Snape was wanking to that ripped up photo of Harry’s mum right up ‘til the end.”

“Ugh, Ron,” she said, disgusted by the image.

“It’s true. Treated Harry like dirt because of it. And after all that, Harry goes and names his kid after him. It’s absolutely mental.”

“At least it’s only the middle name,” Hermione added, well aware that her arguments sounded increasingly feeble.

“Oh right,” said Ron sarcastically, “because his first name is after the person who spent years setting Harry up to go off himself. Not the least bit of a complicated legacy there.”

She couldn’t help it. Her lip twitched upwards as she suppressed a laugh.

Ron smirked, his blue eyes twinkling in the light from the hearth. “I knew it! You actually agree with me.”

Hermione bit her lip to keep from smiling wider. “I am surprised that Ginny went along with it, honestly.”

Ron snorted. “Because Ginny’s got such a great record when it comes to names. Arnold the purple pygmy puff. Pigwidgeon.”

Hermione grinned. “Don’t forget about Agatha Bathsheba,” she said, thinking of the cat Ginny got before their final year of Hogwarts.

“Poor kid never stood a chance for a normal name between the pair of them.” Ron paused and looked down, bracing his hands on his knees, as if he were speaking to a small child. “Since the good dead people’s names are all taken, you’ll get the dead people who made dubious moral choices, or else something completely insane. Sorry your parents have a misguided hero complex and a weird affection for the ridiculous.”

Hermione dissolved into laughter. “And you love them for it,” she managed between giggles.

“‘Course I do,” said Ron, his affection apparent. “And the baby too.”

“We’ll floo over with Rose first thing tomorrow. But you can’t tease Harry about this, Ron.”

“I won’t— bloody noble git,” he finished, muttering the last bit under his breath. “George’ll have a field day with it though.”

He stretched his long arms up, folding them behind his head and resting back onto the sofa.

“Oh— and I’m calling him Al.”

[palepigeon]

Familiar; Like someone I used to be?

alternative title; a cat hisses at a dog because of voices in their head.

If there's one thing Critter hated more than anything, it's pity.

Which kind of sucks, because that's all she gets from people in the suitcase.

Especially Sonetto.

It could be seen as her simply trying to be as helpful as possible - That's kind of her thing, after all- such a loyal puppy. But there's something more to it than that when it comes to Critter, and while they have no idea what exactly it is; they get the feeling it has to do with their appearance.

.. Not just that they're shorter and overall much smaller that her, either. Though that's another mystery. Why the hell do they look so.. Small? Like they barely eat anything but whatever is left after being split amongst 11 siblings. It's not like they didn't take care of themselves before this new.. Form. Quite the opposite! They were a very healthy carbuncle! Also, they don't have siblings!

It's only when they wandered into the suitcase and ran into Sonetto and Vertin that things changed. Fairytales were wrong; all it took to turn a critter into a human was a good thrashing. No true loves kiss needed. Who would've guessed?

..As much as she teases Sonetto over that incident, it's not like they don't understand why she did what she did - Once again, a loyal puppy protecting the one it's devoted to. Anyone would react that way to a large, unknown carbuncle standing in their way.

Regardless, Critter has made it very clear that looks can be very deceiving. They've said it many times;

’ As sweet as it is that you wish to be my knight in shining armor, you should know I can handle my own in a fight, old woman. ‘

..Old woman? Where did that come from? Why did she say that? Ugh, trying to remember where she gets all these nicknames and smug remarks makes her head hurt. Let alone trying to remember where she got several scars from, scattered along her torso - but oddly concentrated on the left side of her chest.

When did she ever get shot? With her own gun, no less!

..How does she know she got shot? Also, she doesn't even have a gun!

Despite that, it's almost muscle memory when they reach for it, expecting to find a pistol placed securely in a holster strapped to her thigh, barely hidden under red feathers, only to find nothing. It sucks, really. But she supposes if anyone were to have her gun, she'd want it to be Vertin.

..Wait, did VERTIN shoot her?!

“ Oh, mio dio.. “

Critter cradles their head in their hands, deciding to completely ignore the fact that she’s speaking a language she's never even heard again - sliding her hands upwards to tangle her fingers in her light orange hair.

Everything hurts. They can hear their pulse thrumming in their ears, from the heart that they only recently learned is definitely on the wrong side of their rib cage. A health evaluation by the Foundation confirmed that.

And everyone seemed so upset about that.

Vertin especially. What, were they disappointed that they shot the wrong side or something? .. No. No, that's not it. She told Vertin to aim for that side, if it ever came to that. But Critter never told Vertin this, so where did they get all this from? A dream? It feels more like a memory. So certain that it happened - as certain as Critter is that Vertin didn't mean it; Didn't have a choice. Vertin cares about her. Vertin will never forget her. .. Who the hell is she talking about? A voice echoes in the back of her mind, as if the mere memory of that unusual heartbeat on the right summoned it - the memory of bullets, feathers, and bitter oranges. The whole thing nearly gives her a heart attack and snaps her wandering thoughts back on track, if only for a little bit.

‘ ..Can you hear me yet, little critter? ‘

What.

‘ It’d be rather cruel if you were simply ignoring me this whole time. ‘

WHAT?

Oh, oh they are absolutely freaking out. Have they finally lost their mind? Is the splitting headache they have right now just the feeling of their mind completely disintegrating? Why are they having a literal crisis in the kitchen right now??? They just wanted to have an orange, man! Actually, speaking of wanting an orange - Is that cannibalism??

Okay, no - That's not important. Why does that voice sound so familiar? It's soft, smooth - almost flirty - with a heavy accent.

Before they can even think about responding to this oddly familiar voice in their head, they see an equally familiar sight. God, it's just one thing after another, isn't it?

Sonetto, who apparently saw them in distress and came over to help, kneeling down in front of them - looking at them with the same pitiful and concerned expression she always does.

“ Are - Are you okay?! “ She speaks quickly, frantically. “ I - I was on my way to drop off paperwork for the Timekeeper and - “ Sonetto cuts off her unnecessary explanation of what she was doing beforehand, seeming to understand that they are very much not in the mood for it - much to Critter's relief. They see the aforementioned paperwork hastily set down on the counter nearby.

How sweet. She dropped everything to help. If they weren't so overwhelmed by literally everything that's happening right now, they'd tease about this.

‘ Hm. I didn't know the old woman could put her work down. ‘ That fucking voice again.

“ Yeah, yeah. I think.. I think I'm alright. Losing my mind a little bit, sure - But I'm not dying. “ Critter says as casually as they can manage, without a hint of an accent - waving their hand dismissively.

Wait, why would they speak with an accent?

Sonetto furrows her brows, somehow looking even more concerned for them.

“ You.. You are speaking differently. Are you feeling unwell? Should I get the Timekeeper? “

She asks, slowly - almost hesitantly - reaching a hand up to feel their forehead. Critter flinches away from the touch, and Sonetto retracts her hand immediately as if she'd touched a hot stove.

“ What.. ? This is just how I talk. What are you talking about? “

“ No - I mean.. Usually, you sound much more.. “ Sonetto bites the inside of her cheek, trying to find the right way to explain this. “ U - Um.. Smooth? “

Critter raises their brow, silently urging Sonetto to keep talking.

She continues, albeit a bit nervously. “ I - I mean! More relaxed, almost flirty, sometimes. You talk like.. “

The pieces click in their head, slowly - one by one, until the realization crashes on them like.. Like debris from a wall, closing off the easiest way of escape and forcing them to fight like hell with the mysterious, handsome girl she'd only met a few times before—

What the hell is she talking about?!

They groan, head slumping foward as their headache comes back ten times worse. They can distantly hear Sonetto fussing over them, panicking and asking a million questions on their condition, but they can't focus on her words.

No. She's thinking of another voice's words. Is that why that voice sounded so familiar? Because they speak the same exact way without realizing it? A name pops into their head, and it falls out of their mouth naturally - as if they were saying their own name.

“ ..Schneider. “

Sonetto shuts her mouth immediately, eyes wide and lips pressed into a thin line - like she's afraid of speaking up.

..Ah. That seems to have gotten the dog to stop yapping. “ That's what you were trying to say, right? “ Critter stares at her intensely, eyes narrowed. Looking right through her. “ I talk like Schneider. “

There's a beat of silence.

“ ..How.. How do you know that name.. ? “ Sonetto asks, her voice barely above a whisper and not answering the question at all. Bingo.

“ So I was right. “ Critter huffs out a laugh, almost in disbelief. “ Is that why you treat me so well? Not because you care about me? “ They have no idea where this is coming from - why they even know all this - but they can't help but feel a little.. Betrayed, in a way.

“ I - I do care about you! —“

“ You care about Schneider. Whoever the hell that even is. “ They snap - much more aggressively than they should have - if Sonetto's quiet yelp is anything to go by. “ You care that I look so similar to her; That I’m basically the same person. “

Sonetto opens her mouth to defend herself, but finds herself unable to. Because it's true. If it weren't for that, she isn't sure she would've even noticed them when she walked by.

Another realization dawns on them. “ Is this- Is this her jacket, too?! “ They shout, clutching the oversized coat they've been wearing since they got here. They didn't think there was any thought put into giving them this jacket specifically; It was the quickest thing Vertin could grab to cover the very much not clothed carbuncle-turned-human. At least that's what they assumed. They kind of went unconscious not long after their defeat, so they have no idea.

“ ..I'm - I'm sorry, I — “ “ No, you're not. “ Critter cuts her off again, pinching the bridge of their nose with a huff. “ I'm not - I'm not mad at you, Sonetto. I could never be. “ “ I'm just.. Disappointed, I guess? “

They sigh, standing from their chair on wobbly legs. Sonetto goes to reach out and help, but Critter holds their hand up, stopping her dead in her tracks.

“ Don't. Please. “

She nods solemnly. Has she ever heard them sound so.. Sad before? She's almost reminded of a wet cat left out in the rain. Critter's gaze softens slightly, thankful that Sonetto didn't insist on helping them keep their balance. They manage to find it fairly quickly anyways, taking a deep breath.

Calm down. Don’t have a crisis in front of her. Walk away. She doesn't deserve this. She's just grieving in her own way.

“ ..You best get those papers to Vertin. They look important. “ “ Don't - Don't worry about me. I just need a moment. “

Critter mumbles, at least managing to sound much more calm as they make their way to the doorway of the kitchen, lingering there for a moment but refusing to look at Sonetto - who meekly nods and gathers the papers off the table.

For a brief moment, the two of them make eye contact as she hurries past; tail tucked between her legs. They don't say a word as they watch her speed walk down the hallway.

‘ ..That was rather harsh, no? ‘ The voice — Schneider — speaks up again, just when Critter thought they were alone.

“ Silenzio. You are not helping right now. “

[gumsnail682]

Mammon the Service type-

The Submissive type will do anything for the one they love, buy any gift, tell any secret, find any information and even make every wish come true whether their love really wants it or not.

Cross posted on my AO3 (Link in my bio)

You were having an overall shitty day, no, a shitty week. Nothing was going right for you, you couldn't relax for even a second because of some big test one of your teachers decided to spring on you, and even after studying non-stop you completely bombed it!

You got most of the questions right but the professor seemed to hate you and used literally the dumbest reasons to mark you wrong. "It seems he has something against Humans, he did the same thing to Solomon." Satan was also upset, he had spent so much time teaching you only for it to mean nothing because of that teacher.

"ugh, I wish he would just die!" You obviously didn't mean it but you were upset, everyone says things they don't mean when they're blinded by irritation.

But Mammon didn't see it that way, he happened to "Overhear" your conversation with Satan and three days later that same professor was found dead.

It had been a shock to the entire school, you didn't see it yourself thank Diavolo but from what you heard it was anything but pleasant. His eyes were gouged out completely, one of his hands was found a few feet away from the rest of his body and his chest was ripped open, according to someone who saw the gruesome scene.

When you heard the news you were in shock, Satan was the one to tell you. "I.. I know I said I wished he was dead but.. I didn't mean it." You said, hands covering your mouth.

"The timing is quite suspicious but I know you'd never be capable of something so gruesome. If it makes you feel any better I can look into it more." Satan offers in an attempt at comfort.

"Thanks but no, I'd rather not think about it." You felt sick, even though you didn't do anything you felt so guilty as if it was somehow your fault. You decided to go to Mammon, he never failed to cheer you up.

"Hey, Mams?" He seemed to notice your distress immediately.

"Hm? Need something from the great Mammon?" He asked, not wanting to sound too alarmed, he didn't want you to know just how easily he could read you.

"Can we go to your room? I need some comfort right now." Mammon couldn’t describe the amount of euphoria he felt whenever you come to him for things like this.

It made him feel so special, so loved and needed, it was addicting to him the way you treated him as if he mattered.

He brought you to his room quickly, no questions asked. "I can tell something's eatin' ya, what's the matter?" He asked, holding you in a comforting embrace.

He listened intently as you explained how you felt, drying your eyes when tears would escape. “Hey, listen to me, one comment said in anger isn't gonna cause someone to up and die. I get how this can be scary for a human but there's no way you could be at fault.” His words meant more to you than anyone else's.

“I guess you're right, thank you Mammon.” When you smiled at him his gaze softened and he curled himself around you. “Someone clingy today.” You chuckled.

“Is it a crime to wanna hold my human?” your voice was so comforting he nearly fell asleep.

“That's right, just keep smiling. I won't allow anyone or anything to dim your light, not Lucifer, not anyone." Mammon thought to himself as you fell asleep in his arms.

He noticed every change in your expression, every smile, every hum, and every snore. Mammon felt pure bliss as you nuzzled your face into his neck, wanting to be closer to him. He was truly smitten with you, you were the light of his life, his reason to keep going.

If anyone caused your smile to falter he would deal with them personally, usually, he would just threaten or hurt the person that caused you despair but when he heard you say you wanted that teacher dead he couldn't stop himself.

He knew you didn't mean it but that didn't matter in the moment, he did feel guilty, horribly guilty because his actions caused you to feel awful. He was going to make it up to you though, he always would even if you would never know what he did.

Mammon would do anything to keep what he's been doing hidden but something within him snapped when he saw Belphegor’s hands around your neck.

He felt like something was wrong, very wrong and he let his instincts guide him to where you were. When he saw his youngest brother's hands around your neck it was like his most primal instincts took hold of him.

He threw Belphegor off you, “How dare you put your dirty hands on MY HUMAN!” You’ve never seen Mammon so angry, you fell to the floor, hands moving to where Belphogore was just strangling you. The area was already starting to feel sore and you knew there was bound to be a huge bruise.

Your eyes were glued to Mammon who had completely lost it, “Mammon.. Mammon stop!” Your voice was coarse and it hurt to talk but you still called to him, “Mammon please stop you’re scaring me!” You cried, tears escaping your eyes, Mammon only stopped his assault on his brother when he heard you crying.

He was by you in an instant, holding you close to him as tears welled up in his eyes. “You’re ok, it's ok now.” He held you in a comforting embrace and was so happy when you didn't flinch away.

“Mammon!” Your hands clenched around his shirt as you trembled in his arms.

“I’m here, I'm here, you’re ok.” He tried to soothe you but knew this would take a lot more than a soft voice and reassuring words.

“Mammon, what happened!?” Lucifers and the others had run upstairs and saw the aftermath.

“Belphagor tried to kill MC!” Mammon moved to cover your ears so you wouldn't have to endure the yelling that was about to transpire.

At one point Mammon took you back to his room and locked the both of you in there, thanks to Mammon you didn't hear most of the yelling and were very thankful for it.

You were still shaken up and trembling and you couldn't take much more right now. “Is.. did you kill him?” You managed to ask.

“I.. don't know. I didn't check. Would you.. Hate me if I did?” You sniffled and held him tighter.

“No, I could never hate you Mammon never ever, you saved my life! I love you too much to ever hate you.” You didn't even have to think about what you were saying.

Mammon was absolutely stunned, he never thought you could love him, not in the way he loved you. “I love you too MC, no one is ever gonna hurt you again I promise. I’ll do anything to keep you safe, I don't care what I have to do or who I have to hurt I just want you to be safe and happy beside me.” Mammon held you tightly and you just couldn't find yourself being afraid of the implications of that statement.

After that night you willingly turned a blind eye to the disappearances of people who hurt you, you knew it was Mammon's doing but willingly looked the other way. It was comforting knowing Mammon was always there, you felt safer.

[arvensimp]

Not a request! I just wanted to talk about the boy. I kept thinking abt Arven when listening to Everything She Wants by Wham. Not because I think hed relate but because he'd probably hate the song to the core. It was probably reminiscent of his parents' dynamic with each other. That and George Michael would be a great voicecast for Arven cause retro guys with blonde hair and a dramatic air to them??? Cmon!!!! I just know he has a smooth voice. Its not soft or inaudible either, I just think his voice would be a little breathy and velvety. Not to mention if you heard those noises wantonly oh arceus

OOOOO I like this. Again I still think j groff is the best fancast but I can absolutely hear George Michael!!!

Also leave it to THE catbed0 to inspire me to write. This is small and dumb but I hope it makes someone laugh.

Thoughtless Murmuring

Arven x reader, arven pissed you off and he's gonna try to do something about it. No gendered pronouns used to describe reader

"Hey! Hey, over here!" Nemona waved frantically from her booth in the corner of the bar as you and Arven entered.

The moment you saw her, you turned and made a beeline to her, completely disregarding your boyfriend who seemed to unsuccessfully reach for your hand.

You plopped down into the booth with a huff, displeasure evident on your features.

"What's got you upset?" Penny asked as she sipped from her drink.

"Don't wanna talk about it." You retorted, biting back most of your current frustration.

Nemona and Penny shared a look between them for a long moment before shrugging and letting the subject drop, so they could return to their previous conversation.

Just being near them helped dissipate some of your anger, and slowly you began to relax and join in.

That is, until Arven returned from the bar, a drink in each hand. One for himself and one for you.

You took the glass without a word or a look, and promptly went back to ignoring him, much to his dismay.

"So..." Nemona asked, trying to keep things cordial. "Think you're up for karaoke tonight?"

You rolled your eyes at the thought. "Absolutely not. No one ever sounds good doing karaoke anyw-"

"Up next," The DJ interrupted you over the speaker. "We have...Arven! Come on up, Arven! Your song is queued and ready to go!"

You let your head fall into your crossed arms on the table with an exaggerated groan as your boyfriend gave Nemona and Penny a grin, standing to go over to the karaoke stage.

He took the microphone in his hands and nodded to the DJ. Only then did the music begin, a saxophone solo reverberating through the bar.

Arven crooned the opening melisma before the lyrics began in earnest. True to form, he didn't sound exactly like the original artist (how could he anyway without a studio? Karaoke isn't fair.), but he did a good enough impersonation that folks nearby shouted their approval.

He sang a line about taking your hand and leading you to the dance floor, going as far as to leave the stage, mic in hand, to reach for you, but you huffily turned away, not playing his stupid game.

Arven wasn't deterred, continuing to sing through the chorus, lamenting that he'll never dance again due to his guilt.

Through the instrumental breaks, the crowd cheered him into dancing those stupid dances his does in the kitchen sometimes, where he sways his hips in a rocking kind of motion that's anything but sexy, but with this song? Ugh. What a fucking ham.

You hid your face again, having momentarily forgotten your anger while watching him.

Nemona and Penny were both enraptured by the performance as Arven belted out lyrics meant just for you about how he'll never get over his guilt.

The crowd yelled for more as the music eventually faded, and Arven took his bow, returning the mic to its stand.

He slid back into the booth next to you, jostling you playfully. "C'mon... You can't be that mad after a performance like that."

"Really!" Nemona agreed enthusiastically. "What'd he do anyway that's got you so pissy?"

You grumbled into your arms.

"What was that?" Nemona asked. "Speak up."

"He stole my fucking garlic bread."

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(if it wasn't abundantly obvious, this is the song he sang lmao)