#written in one night

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𝐁𝐞𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐝, 𝐀𝐭𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐮

𝙬𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨: 𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙨𝙩, 𝙝𝙖𝙧𝙨𝙝 𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙙𝙨, 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚 𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙠𝙞𝙨𝙨

Nights were usually cold and unforgiving to you but the heat in your cheeks negated that entirely. There was a loud ringing in your ears preventing you from hearing anything or anyone, that was until a hand shook your shoulder.

“Are you listening?” Atsumu looked worried for a moment.

“Y-yes sorry. What were you saying?” You blinked in surprise at him and moved to grab his hand on your shoulder.

“Would you like to go out with me?” Ah, that was why you were shocked in the first place. What was Atsumu Miya to ask you to go out with him? Not after he jested with you in the hallway not after he ruined the relationship of your best friend and his brother.

“You are arrogant to not realize that I have no interest in you!”

“What are you-” His shocked voice was cut off by your angry one.

“Because of your prejudice, you ruined the happiness of my best friend, and even if you were the last man on Earth I still would never be with you!” With a huff, you walked away from him, leaving him at the back of your mind.

Hell would freeze over the day you ever went out with that chauvinistic bastard.

School the next day was just as it was, your best friend was down in the dumps a bit and avoided both Miya brothers.

“It’s not your fault.” You rubbed your best friend’s, Sakura, back, trying to get her to eat the salad in front of the table. “He’s blind to not see how good of a person you are.”

“I know it’s just that he was so nice to me and got me flowers and did all these things-”

“And none of that means anything if he rejected you. It’s his loss anyways.”

“I hate when you’re right.”

“Then you must hate your life.” You both laughed and she finally started to eat her food while you ate yours quietly.

From across the cafeteria, Atsumu looked longingly at your form until his attention was taken by something Aran was saying. He could fix this or he would die trying. Not literally of course.

“What’re you looking at ‘sumu?” Osamu nudged his brother’s shoulder before taking a bite of his food.

“Nothing. Hey, can I ask why’d you reject Sakura?” Atsumu turned his head to see his brother staring at him quizzically.

“You told me she was only interested because I was in Volleyball Monthly.”

“Maybe I was wrong.” Atsumu shrugged his shoulders and looked down at his food, pushing pieces of lettuce around.

“Oh the great Atsumu Miya admitting to being wrong, will the universe stay intact?”

“Forget it.”

The bell rang loudly signaling the end of lunch, next was chemistry a class you shared with Atsumu, Sakura, and Osamu.

“Today we will be continuing with finishing our lab reports. Continue with the partners you had yesterday.” Everyone nodded but you realized that your lab partner was absent.

“Miss, my partner is absent.”

“So is mine.” You turned behind you to see Atsumu sitting a few tables over and alone at the two-person partner tables.

“Pair up and make sure to cite which sections you did with your original partner and with your new partner.”

You nodded diligently, trying your hardest to keep your inner resentment to yourself. It was not as if you did not just reject and yell at this guy last night.

“My partner and I left off at the reflection questions.”

“Same.”

Both of you kept it professional, only talking if the question required it. Though you declined to address it, the tension between the both of you was thick and anyone around you could sense it. Sakura sat with her partner and gave you pitiful eyes.

Help me, you mouthed towards her. She looked thoughtful for a moment before dragging her finger across some papers and forcing a paper cut on her finger.

“Miss, I got a paper cut. Could I go to the nurse’s office?”

“Yes, pick someone to accompany you.” You thanked whatever higher being for your teacher being a little laid back in times like this.

“Hey, could you escort me to the nurse’s office?”

“Yeah sure. We can finish the rest with our original partners.” You nodded amicably at Atsumu who kept his head on his paper and waved you off.

When you got into the hallway you thanked Sakura endlessly who just laughed at your groveling.

“I thought I was the only one who had a problem with the Miya twins. What happened with you?” Sakura put pressure on the paper cut on her finger causing her to wince slightly. You paused in your step only now realizing you never told her about Atsumu’s confession.

“I yelled at Atsumu last night after he confessed his feelings for me.” Sakura’s eyes widened to saucers and her jaw dropped open.

“You what?!” Her hands dropped and she began shaking your shoulders lightly. “Just because I have a problem with them doesn’t mean you have to!”

“Atsumu was the one who advised Osamu to reject you. If I accepted his feelings that would be some violation of the girl code!”

“Oh my god! Go back to him and accept his proposal!”

“No! I told him he compromised your happiness and that I would never date him!”

“Think about yourself for once! He could have made you happy!”

You ignored her notion and continued to walk towards the nurse’s office. Sakura continued to chatter mindlessly about your stupidity among other things until you arrived at the location.

Sitting outside the office you pondered the basis on which you rejected Atsumu. It had only been a day and yet you were already questioning the validity of your decision. Were you a fool? No, you could never be a fool, especially when rejecting the awful Atsumu Miya.

Sakura emerged from the nurse’s office just as the bell rang and you both made your way back to the class to confirm with your teacher about your absence.

“I’ve been meaning to ask you girls about a volunteering opportunity. As you know I am the advisor for the volleyball team and we are in dire need of help in practice.”

“Volleyball?” Sakura’s voice was small and you could sense the hope of dating Osamu light up in her again.

“I don’t think we could, the practices are long aren’t they?”

“I’ll do it!” Sakura had a wide smile on her face that made you nearly facepalm.

“I know you’re hesitant but if it would help I could offer a recommendation for college in return?” This woman was good at convincing you, she was a nationally recognized chemistry teacher. It would look amazing to get a letter of recommendation from her on your application.

“Thank you. I’ll do it.” You said it with a tight-lipped smile.

You quickly sent a text to your mom about being home late and continued on to your last class of the day, English. Today was a silent work day to finish up any last-minute details on your literary analysis essays.

Silent thanking yourself for finishing and submitting it digitally last night you worked on finishing some of your other homework. You worked diligently until you heard the teacher call your name.

“Could you help Mr. Miya with formatting his works cited page?”

“Yes, I can.” You smiled dutifully and quickly walked to the front of the classroom. Curious eyes followed your figure but you paid them no mind as you leaned over slightly to see what the issue was.

“The indentation keeps getting messed up.”

“I would not recommend doing it by hand, try using a citation generator.” You turned the computer slightly towards you and began to pull up a citation generator.

“Thank you. Sorry for-”

“No problem.” You cut him off before he could finish, knowing full well he was going to apologize for his actions the prior day. You walked away before he could get in another word and walked back to your seat.

Some in the classroom glanced at Atsumu’s regretful face and your face of indifference in wonder. What had transpired between the two of you?

When you showed up to the volleyball practice after school the whispers had spread to teammates of Atsumu. They glanced at you more than once and slowly it started to make you uncomfortable.

“Hey Sakura, do I have anything on my face?”

“No why?”

“Everyone keeps looking at me.” You wiped the side of your face somewhat aggressively.

“That’s because everyone thinks something happened between you and Atsumu.”

Your hand stopped and you rolled your eyes in annoyance. Sakura giggled at your expression and went back to helping to set up cones for a drill.

The players had started their laps which caused you and Sakura to lounge around on the sides. Everything had been set up already so there was no work that needed to be done, now it was the waiting game.

“Who do you think is going to be done first?” Sakura said, while not diverting her attention from the shooter game on her phone.

“My bet’s on Suna. What about you?” Your bored tone seeped through your words as you mindlessly played snake on your phone.

“I’m betting on Atsumu.”

“Don’t feed his ego. He’s got enough arrogance as it is.”

“Girls, can you help pass out towels?” Your teacher called out to you and you both got up and picked up the towel baskets.

In the distance, you could hear heavy footfalls so you prepared to start handing out towels rapid fire. The first person who entered was Osamu.

“Here.” You shoved a towel towards his chest before Sakura could, knowing full well she would use it as an excuse to start chatting with him. He’s not good for her. Not in the slightest.

Sakura stared glumly at your attempt and began to playfully glare at you. Then the next person came, it was Suna. She handed him the towel with a smile and a nod, he thanked her and made his way into the gym.

The third person entered, Atsumu was sweaty and panting but had a large smile on his face. This time Sakura beat you to the punch and shoved a towel into his chest.

“Here.” She took the same tone you had with Osamu and wore an indifferent face. Atsumu nodded in thanks and quickly rushed into the gym to avoid the glares from both you and Sakura.

One by one players trickled in and you both were soon finished handing out towels. The coach had asked you to start the washing process so you both headed toward the laundry room.

“I didn’t think you would get angry at Atsumu.” You glanced at Sakura who was staring straight forward.

“I may disagree with your decision but I’ll always have your back.” She nudged your shoulder and smiled widely at you.

“He’s not good for you, you know?”

“He is, it’s just his brother got in the way that’s all.” Sakura shook her head and pushed open the laundry room door with her back.

“Any man who places someone else’s judgment above his own is a coward.” You plunked down the basket on top of the dryer.

“Who says he’s a man?” Sakura wiggled her eyebrows at you in amusement and you laughed.

“Fine then boys or men.”

“He just trusts his brother like I trust you.” You paused your motions of dumping the towels in the washer.

“Maybe you’re right.”

“I’m always right.” Sakura had a smug smile on her face.

“We both know that’s a lie.”

You both continued the conversation until you made your way back to the gym.

There was a lightness in the air as they just finished up a mock match. Shouts of victory and groans of defeat rang out as you and Sakura helped to clean up the cones from the finished drills on the side.

Atsumu paused his victorious shouts to look at you. Was his judgment of your friend, Sakura, really wrong? He shook his head and got his mind back into practice, now was not the time to be considering this possibility. Osamu stole a quickie glance at Sakura before his head was pulled into a noogie by Aran who ruffled his head.

When practice ended you walked quietly home only to hear loud talking behind you. Just your luck, Atsumu, and Osamu were walking right behind you. Picking up your pace you were unavailable to escape the both of them as Osamu shouted out to you.

“It’s dangerous to walk alone at night!”

“I’m perfectly content.” You gave him the cold shoulder and continued to walk silently.

“We’re going in the same direction anyways, what harm could it do?” Atsumu glanced down at your figure as he walked alongside you.

“Fine.” You were already too tired to fight them and what harm could it do?

All three of you walked silently, a car would pass by every now and then but other than that it was quiet.

“Thank you for helping out at practice.” Osamu smiled lightly at you.

“Your advisor offered volunteer hours who was I to pass it up.” Your cold shoulder made both twins shudder slightly. They shared a look and knowingly they both decided to be silent. Their words could only harm the already fragile relationship they had with you.

Your house came into view and you bid them goodbye quickly. Jamming your key into the front door lock the cries of your mother came into earshot.

“Mom, what happened?”

“Moonshine!” She sobbed. “The window was open. She got out!” Your mother descended into hysterical sobbing and you comforted her the best you could.

“I’ll put up lost and found signs tomorrow. Yeah?”

“Thank you!” Your mother had been emotionally attached to this cat ever since you adopted Moonshine from the shelter. Her reaction, though dramatic, was sincere in every right.

You pulled your computer from your bag and began to format a lost and found poster. Some details, a phone number, and the last thing to decide on was the photo.

“What photo do you want to use?” Your mother attempted to show you but each time she found a picture of Moonshine in the camera roll she descended into tears again. At some point, you gently grabbed the phone and chose a picture that best captured Moonshine.

“There, all done.” The next step was getting your mom to bed as she would be no help in this state. “You should go to bed, Mom.”

“Alright.” She pulled you in for a hug and her arms squeezed you uncomfortably. “Don’t disappear on me too.”

“You know I won’t.” You chuckled lightly at her antics and brought up her up to her bed. The posters were soon printed with whatever was left in the printer and you rushed out the door to start putting up posters.

It was 1 AM when you finished and you drudged back to your home and collapsed into bed. When you woke the next morning not one person had seen the cat so you got ready for school.

School was tiresome as usual but the lack of sleep you had gotten really to you. You found yourself dozing off during lunch which Sakura quickly reprimanded you for.

“Sorry.” You muttered into your wrist as Sakura tried pushing some of your hair back to get a better look at your eyes.

“What happened?” There was a knowing look in her eyes that made you sigh.

“Moonshine went missing.”

“Do you need help looking for her?”

“No, she’ll turn up eventually I just hope it's soon.”

“Yeah so do I.”

Unbeknownst to you behind both of you were the Miya twins who were working towards their table. The wheels in Atsumu’s head started turning as he made one realization: he had to find that cat.

When the bell rang you were grateful to find your lab partner back and you both quickly finished the lab report. Using the time to check your phone for any messages about the cat you failed to notice the occasional glance Atsumu threw your way.

“What are you staring at?” Atsumu coughed a bit in shock at his lab partner catching him.

“N-Nothing.”

“Yeah right.”

He quickly changed the conversation back to the lab report which they were able to finish just before class ended. There was tension in the next class as you realized that seating arrangements had been changed. Everyone stood at the back of the class awaiting instructions.

“Today we will be reviewing an adaption of Pride and Prejudice whilst reading the book. For our next unit, you will write an essay comparing and contrasting the two works.”

Some cheered, many groaned.

“Minato here.” Your teacher points to a desk in the front row. They continued until the table in the very back was the only one left. You dared not look to your side as you realized there was only one person left; Atsumu. “And finally, you both here.”

While you nodded in understanding, your inner consciousness cursed out the teacher for pairing you up with him. The teacher continued the instructions but it seemed Atsumu was more focused on your hand moving gracefully across the page.

“Weirdo.” You whispered under your breath as you caught him staring. He quickly snapped out of it but a small part of you blushed at the fact he was paying you attention so intently.

“The person you are sitting next to you will be your discussion partner so get to know them well.” The bell rang soon after and you rushed to meet with Sakura before volleyball practice.

“You’ll never guess what happened?” You cried into your hands.

“What?” Sakura sat down next to you.

“I got paired up with Atsumu for the next English unit!”

“Oh, I thought it was something more life-changing.” She shoved your head slightly in an effort to get you to understand your dramatics.

“It is life-changing! He is awful and I am going to go to jail for murdering him!”

“He’s not that annoying, get over it and suck it up.” She pulled you up to drag you away to the gym.

“For someone who is supposed to be my best friend you sure are rude.”

“That’s the only way it’ll get through your thick skull.”

“Hey! I’ll have you know this skull is very nimble!”

“Oh yeah let me check.” You tried pushing away Sakura’s hands which were knocking against your head. Eventually, you both dissolved into giggles and finally made your way into the gym.

At this point, you realized that no one told you about the polishing work done on the floor and you promptly fell to the ground.

“Ouch!” Just as Sakura was about to offer her hand, another hand emerged in your line of vision. You grabbed the closest one and it just so happened to be Atsumu’s.

When you got up your eyes connected with his and there was a small moment where you thought of how his hand felt. It was rough but warm, warmer than you thought possible.

Atsumu did the same and indulged himself just for a moment and thought of how your hand felt in his. Your hand was softer but firm, your hold on his hand was strong.

A throat clearing nearby alerted you both to drop your hands and you stepped away, returning to Sakura’s side. The coach called you over to set up some drill and while your back was turned Atsumu stared at his hand.

He turned away and flexed it outward at his side before shaking his head and focusing his mind on the game at hand.

“Start your laps!” Everyone began to run outside, putting on their outside shoes.

You and Sakura took the same positions as last time but instead of Sakura handing Atsumu the towel you did.

“Here.” There was no force or aggression in your voice, it sounded like a small whisper.

“Thanks.” Atsumu bowed his head slightly and went on into the gym.

On the other side, you vaguely watched Sakura bashfully smile at Osamu who was returning it with a smile of his own.

The practice ended a few hours later and you walked home, reluctantly accompanied by the Miya twins. It was silent as before but while your head was turned down towards the sidewalk the twins exchanged glances over your head.

Osamu gestured slightly for Atsumu to make some kind of move but he resigned and looked away. You turned to your street just before Atsumu could say one last thing and waved bye at them.

The door opened with the usual creak but what you found shocked you slightly.

“Oh, honey! Someone came by with Moonshine!” Your mother proceeded to kiss the cat on its back again.

“I didn’t get any messages about the cat. How did-” You put your bag down near the door and walked slowly towards your mother on the couch.

“It was a boy, wanted to remain anonymous he said.” Your mother was too engulfed with Moonshine to fully question the situation but you sure did.

“Who Mom?”

“I don’t know. Oh but he had yellow hair, isn’t that strange?” She giggled slightly before again playing with Moonshine.

“Strange indeed.” You spaced out for a moment. Why did Atsumu Miya of all people have to find this cat? Furthermore, why did he want to be anonymous?

“Dinner’s in the fridge but I promised that boy I would give him some food. You wouldn’t mind dropping it off right?” You smiled at your mother who was cradling Moonshine like a baby. How could you say no to that?

“Fine, but we’re getting a tracker on Moonshine’s collar alright?”

Your mother laughed at your overprotectiveness but nodded. She sat back for a moment before putting Moonshine next to her and continuing some work. You, meanwhile, walked into the kitchen to find freshly cooked lasagna with a sticky note on top with an address.

“Pemberly Street it is.” You sighed at the sticky note before picking the lasagna up and quickly grabbing your bag. A walk would do you good and for returning the cat you did not mind making a small walk.

The wind began to pick up as you walked closer and closer to the address but you paid it no mind. Almost like the universe had it out for you just as you arrived at Pemberley Street rain began to fall hard onto the pavement.

“Son of a-” You ran to the stoop trying your best to shield the lasagna from the rain. Incessantly ringing the doorbell, you waited till someone answered the door.

“Coming!” The voice of Atsumu Miya made your heart pick up in speed more than you would like to admit. “Sorry about the wait…” He trailed off seeing your slightly damp figure.

“My mom sent me to give you this.” You held the lasagna up to him and he looked down at it confusingly. “Thanks for finding my cat.”

Just as you turned to walk away lightning sounded off in the distance and Atsumu grabbed your hand to stop you. You turned and found him looking worriedly at you.

“It’s raining, you can’t walk back.”

“And who are you to decide that?” You dryly replied, eyes glaring directly at him.

“Listen I know-”

“No you don’t-”

“I do!” His shout startled you. “I was wrong. I was wrong to judge you and your friend when I didn’t know anything about the two of you. Ok?” His voice got quieter towards the end as he let the emotions consume him.

“I-” He sighed somewhat annoyed at your lack of response before motioning you to join him inside. You obediently followed him and looked around at his home.

“My parents are out for the night and ‘Samu is at your friend’s house, apologizing profusely.”

“Why? Why is he apologizing now?” You said it quietly while making your way from the main entryway to the living room and then the kitchen.

“I told him to.” You scoffed at him.

“So what he listens to everything you say?” You shook your head and laughed slightly.

“He trusts me. Don’t you have people you trust too?” Atsumu bumped past you to open someone in a nearby cabinet. His words made you truly pause for a long moment.

He was trying to protect his brother right? Just as you would Sakura in any instance.

“You did what you thought was best.” You muttered it so he could not hear it.

“What?” Atsumu turned from the cabinets to you with his eyebrows laced in confusion.

“Nothing. I need to call my mom. Let her know.” You brushed him off quickly to step into another room. Dialing the phone quickly you waited till your mother answered.

“Honey, where are you?”

“I’m at the Miya's, the rain got too bad so I’m staying here for the time being.”

“I’ll pick you up in the morning, I don’t feel comfortable driving in the rain.” You understood her reasoning but it nonetheless infuriated you.

“Fine. Bye.” Your clipped words made your mother sigh on the other end.

“Bye, dear.”

You sighed tiredly and rubbed the bridge between your eyes. Great now this.

“You always talk to your mom like that?” You turned to find Atsumu leaning on the doorway.

“Rarely, only when I’m annoyed.” You crossed your arms over your chest and looked anywhere but at him.

“Good to know.” Atsumu laughed cheekily before he walked towards you and forced your chin gently up with two of his fingers to stare directly into his eyes. It was only now that you fully process the actions of the past few days.

I should hate him. I know I should but I can’t find it within myself to actually hate him.

“What’re you thinking?” Atsumu leaned closer to you, whispering in your eyes. Your cheeks were inflamed just as they were just a few days ago.

“You’re a decent person.” He paused waiting expectantly for your next words. “You did a horrible thing but I was mean too wasn’t I?”

“You cared about your friend like I did my idiot brother.” He pushed a strand of your hair from your face. “Besides, their probably confessing their feelings right now.”

“Oh.” You stepped back slightly and pushed him slightly away. Somehow this all felt very sudden, so soon, so now?

“What?” Atsumu’s eyes darted around you as you stepped back.

“This is all very sudden with everything. And I don’t think I like you.” That was a blatant lie that even Atsumu can read.

“That’s a lie and you and I both know it. Why can’t you just admit your feelings for me?”

“That is mighty presumptuous of you!” You gulped and took a step back making contact with a wall.

“It’s not. Not when I see you blush anytime I’m near you. Or when I hold hands with you and you lean in. So why can’t you just admit you have feelings for me?”

“I can’t! Because admitting that I like you means that I was wrong!”

“Why? Why can’t you be wrong? Just this once?”

“I don’t- I don’t know. I just can’t explain how my heart beats faster when I think about you or when my stomach feels like it's about to explode when I make eye contact with you. I don’t know!”

“You have consumed my every thought, you have bewitched my mind and I like you for god's sake!” The conviction in his voice made everything fit together, the feelings, the sensations, the everything!

“I like you.” You whispered it before taking a few steps forwards toward Atsumu. “I like you.” You grabbed his face in your hands. “I like you.”

“I like you.” He laughed slightly before finally pulling you into a kiss. The yelling beforehand faded into the past as the both of you became consumed with one another. Eventually breaking apart you stared, dazed, up at Atsumu.

“Wanna go on a date?” He scoffed slightly and laughed.

“Yeah, yeah I do.”

[dr34mc0r3-dr34m3r]

It's the middle of the night. I refuse to can't sleep. So I'll write a little. I figured since it's Christmas season, I should write something a little festive. So, enjoy?

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Christmas Eve

Gender neutral (Both Yandere and reader)

Imagine with any yandere of your choice, no character will be named nor any gender specified. Warning for mentions of stalking

They were the kindest housemate you've ever had. They put your dirty laundry away (after they were done smelling it), They made sure to feed your beloved pet some homemade treats whenever they came in that was so delicious it would make them too drowsy to stay awake afterwards (couldn't have them stirring up noise, after all), They even washed your dishes for you when you became too tired during the night and left them in the sink to deal with in the morning (after taking a few licks off of them just to taste your saliva). In all, they've been pretty charitable.

And the kindest part about it all is that they didn't awake you while they were doing it. But even then, they couldn't.

After all, they weren't technically allowed in your house.

Soon, however, they'd make their move. One day they'd be able to take care of you during the day. But with your tight schedule it makes it impossible to "run" into you. So they wait.

They were patient, very patient. They can wait until the time is right to approach you. They were patient.

But, through pure coincidence while searching for small gifts to buy you so you finally start noticing them, they found an article about a man named "Santa Claus"

Being a rather sheltered individual, and too focused on oneself (and you), they never heard of Santa. Not even as a child, they just recieved gifts from parents under their real names. Intrigued, they researched more. They came to find out about the north pole, elves, his sleigh, and the naughty and nice list. They rationalized that they never got gifts from Santa because they were always bad, so they were placed on the naughty list. And a brilliant idea popped into their terrible mind.

On the night of Christmas Eve, they dressed in red and snuck... Through your window. It was a bit unrealistic for them to fit through the chimney and they were at least smart enough to know that. They looked around for milk and cookies, but instead saw brownies in tupperware on the kitchen counter. They shrugged it off, thinking you forgot to place it next to the fire place. But where was the milk?

They opened the fridge door, the light from inside lighting up their face as thry looked around the nearly barren fridge. Remembering that a week before they had smelled something bad and opted to clean out the expired foods from your fridge. You never really restocked other than getting the necessities like butter, eggs, and... Milk! Like in the stories. They figured you must have left it in there so it won't go bad over night. So, they helped themselves to a glass of milk and a few brownies and washing their cup before hunting for the Christmas tree.

Then they saw it. lighting up the living room with yellows and reds, the ornaments sparkling from the glitter that was dusted onto them to create little patterns, topped off with a star that shined brighter than all of the lights on the tree combined. They sat in awe, admiring your handiwork before setting all the thoughtfully wrapped presents under the tree, and making their escape.

They thought it was the perfect plan, even changing up their handwriting a bit to make it more believable when they wrote "From: Santa" on all of the presents. In their mind, it was flawless.

Flawless it would be had they not written "To: My Darling" onto all of the presents in who they're adressed to, and even then, it would require you to think Santa is real in the first place.

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Okay, maybe not applicable to all yanderes, but probably a good majority of good-natured ones. It's like 3 am and this was written in one sitting because I can't sleep.

And I know Santa is a male, but, you don't see Santa, do you? So if your yandere is a she then she figures that because you won't know it's her, she can bend a few rules. Besides, they can't get a sleigh or reindeer in time anyways. They were bending a few rules before they even started.

This inspired me to write something else but at the moment, I'm too tired.

[lilianade-comics]

snippets of post AGIT Cheese Melt because, well, I'm predictable. Also featuring post AGIT Dan because I love him~

[somegrumpynerd]

Cross has trouble getting to sleep alone in his room and goes looking for a distraction, but ends up finding a solution for both of them

[xxplastic-cubexx]

cant stop thinkin bout charles and erik readin together on the couch but instead of reading with him charles is listening to eriks thoughts while he reads. Live mind commentary ……..

[emry-stars-art]

@lyndiscealin your addition to this post… immaculate, I wanted to draw it, I hope you don’t mind I made minor changes 😅

And did you mean for it to fit almost perfectly with the next bit, because I feel like you did, all I needed to add was one panel between - like, fix the mood in the last two panels and it’s like a seamless comic you’re a genius

Anyway THANK YOU everyone is so brilliant with their ideas and additions 💕

[synthshenanigans]

I'm crying

Also THDPH canceled Chonny is officially not going to hell

[spicyvampire]

Hate /heɪt/ verb -> Enduring anger focused on a particular person or group of persons. Over time hatred may generate the personality trait of hostility. Surprise /sɚˈpraɪz/ noun -> The briefest emotion, surprise is triggered by the sudden occurrence of an unexpected event. It is often a way station that leads, after more appraisal, to any of the other emotions. Fondness  /ˈfɑnd·nəs/ noun -> A liking. Guilt /ɡɪlt/ noun -> Regret about a past action [...], a feeling of worry or unhappiness that you have because you have done something wrong, such as causing harm to another person.

Atlas of emotions + Cambridge dictionary

4MINUTES (2024) EP. 6

[ricky-mortis]

We’ve heard of werewolf Curt- but what about vampire Owen?

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[oseike]

"This person, who not so long ago searched for herbs with me so earnestly....

"It's too sudden. There's so much everyone wants to say, wants to hear.

"If only he could open his eyes one more time..."

If funerals are for the living, what of one's final moments? For whom do they exist? Is it okay to force wakefulness one more time, even if it should cause pain?

EDIT: @keidokusha has translated this to Vietnamese:

Many thanks to them!

[rawbin-hsr]

OMGGG Your latest smut fic is so amazing!!! The smut is absolutely delicious! but....the angst is breaking my heart so...could you please write a continuation or part two where the reader confronts Aventurine's dark internal thoughts and comforts them? A fic where they actually get him to believe that they love him for real, where they tell him that he's not a monster and that he wasn't ruining them.

You've got it ! (˵ •̀ ᴗ - ˵ ) ✧

Aventurine x Reader

You treat Aventurine with more respect than he deserves. (Part 2)

Read part 1 here !

CW: dehumanisation (internal, thoughts Aventurine has of himself, referring to himself as a “monster”), lots of mentions of death, passively suicidal Aventurine, violent imagery (through metaphors, nobody is actually physically harmed), intrusive thoughts, Aventurine thinks kind of vicious things about you (refers to you as "stupid", "brainless", "naive" etc), cursing.

Lmk if there’s anything else I should warn about !!

Small note: Spoiler alert sorry, but you will not completely fix Aventurine in this fic. Making any real progress would take YEARS. The trauma he's gone through and his beliefs about his own humanity are EXTREMELY deep-seated, just one conversation would not be enough to make him truly believe he was loved. Super sorry since I'm sure that's not what you wanted (you specifically requested they "truly get him to believe that they love him for real", but this does still end on a hopeful note so I hope you won't be too disappointed (•ᴗ•,, ) )

Sometimes Aventurine gains enough clarity to remember where he stands. More importantly, he gains enough clarity to remember where you should stand. That is to say, as far away from him as possible. Unfortunately, you are never keen on doing that. 

In these moments of clarity, he distances himself. If you won’t do it, he has to. He needs to. He needs to even when he can feel the little pieces of him that you’ve managed to haphazardly glue together splinter into tiny shards again, even when it feels like every step away is a step walked on shattered glass. He can hardly be called a ‘person’ anyways, what does his suffering matter? He has already lost so many good things, why not add another loss to the tally?

He reads your texts, but he doesn’t respond. He hangs up on you the moment you call. By doing this, he makes sure you know he is alive. Both because he knows it would devastate you if you thought he died, but even more so to make sure you know he is intentionally ignoring you. He hopes at least some part of you hates him. He thinks part of him hates you.

But he can never stay away for long. Like a werewolf called by the full moon; like a vampire to blood; like a siren to a sailor. Thoughts of you always cloud his mind too much to do what is right. He reminds himself he will destroy you. He comes back anyways. He is too selfish not to. 

And you welcome him with open arms every time. Sure, sometimes you yell. Sometimes you berate him. Sometimes you cry. But he never does something beyond the bounds of what you’ll forgive, even though he tries to. You’re patient to a fault. Though he feels bad, he never takes it fully seriously, because you always hold him with so much sweetness, even when your words are filled with righteous anger and justified hurt. You always end it by reminding him that you love him. Something clenches in his chest; something that is not his heart, because he has none. He claims he is sorry, but you both know he will do this again. He always does. You know he will hurt you over and over, even if you don’t know the extent. You know he will test you, that he will ignore you, that he will cling to you and that he will taunt you. You don’t know he will drag his claws through you and tear you to ribbons; you don’t know he will sink his teeth into your neck and drink all your blood; you don’t know he will lure you to sea and drown you. You are never aware of the true danger you are in. 

Maybe that’s why you one day feel comfortable enough to corner the creature that has taken on the appearance of a lover. You sit down next to him in bed one evening after one of his many attempts to push you away, your expression grim. You look straight ahead, right into his dead eyes, unaware that a monster is towering over you. 

“We can’t go on like this,” you say. For one moment, the crushing relief and devastation threatens to consume him, and he’s not sure which of the feelings is stronger. For one moment he can’t breathe. 

He hacks our a laugh, his skin straining. Something is shifting beneath his flesh, something ugly and dangerous. He needs to leave and he needs to do it quickly. 

“You’re right, we can’t,” he agrees, his voice a lot more steady than he feels. He feels the urge to grab you and shake you until you pass out. He feels the urge to suck out your life force until your body is an empty husk. He feels the urge to slam your head into the bathroom sink in the next room over. He feels the urge to shoot himself in the head, because he does not want to do any of that. 

“I love you,” you say, unexpectedly. Or maybe it’s not unexpected. You always say such stupid, brainless things. (You say it with sweetness. The only sweetness he can offer in return is the sweetness of bacteria digesting rotting meat. Is the flesh his, or will it be yours?) He laughs again. 

“I thought we were breaking up,” he says. Smirking, as if it’s funny. (It isn’t.)

“No, we’re really not,” you say firmly. He snorts. 

“Maybe we should.”

You don’t answer. Instead, you come closer. 

Get away, he thinks. Run, you fucking idiot. 

You don’t have many flaws, but the ones you do have are insurmountably big. You are too forgiving, you are too kind, you are too selfless, you are too naive. You will kill yourself doing this one day. You will let him kill you.

Your arms wrap around him. He can’t help but relax. The thing lurking under his human disguise grows more restless. 

“I don’t hate you,” you say, unexpectedly. And this one really is unexpected, because what made you say that? Your arms squeeze around him tighter. “I thought I was being obvious enough about that, but you’re so bad at understanding it.”

The feeling he has is the same as the feeling he gets when he realises a deal is going awry. You are the highest risk stakes he has ever made a bet on: will he ruin you, or will you ruin him? What you could do to him is so much more serious than death. He knows that he is holding a losing hand. He doesn’t even know what he stands to win.

You kiss his neck. He shudders. 

“Why are you so scared of me?” you ask. 

Scared? He is not scared. What an outright laughable concept. Neither of you are scared, but if one of you was, it should be you, but you aren’t, for some reason.

“What gives you that idea?” he chuckles, but his voice is not as steady this time, and he can feel his smile slipping. (What is wrong with him? He doesn’t want to think about it. The answer is always ‘everything’.)

“Your hand is shaking.”

It is, but that is not because he is afraid. Fear is a human response, borne from the desire to live. It is instinctual. It means kicking and screaming, it means clawing your way out of hell for the chance to see another day, it means fighting for the life you don’t want to end. He cannot die, you see. Death cannot occur twice. Just because his body reacts, that does not necessarily mean he can truly fear any longer.

(Then again, maybe his reaction does not come from the thought of his death.)

“I’m not scared,” he says, and his voice sounds a lot weaker than he had expected. You pull him closer, cradling his head against the crook of your neck. His blood is pulsing too quickly.

“It would be okay if you were,” you murmur. “I know you don’t know how to be loved. That’s okay. I’ll teach you. You just have to let me.”

Squash. Slice. Tear.

Maybe you are the monster. He can feel your claws prying his chest open; he can feel your teeth dig into his flesh; he can feel something that is not air fill his lungs. The biggest difference between you and him is that he devours, while you give. You painfully shove something back into the cavity meant to contain his soul, you pump blood back into his system, and you fill whatever gaps are left in him with something that is first cold but quickly warms. 

(He realises, belatedly, that something is pumping inside his chest again. But it can’t be a heart, can it? He lost that so long ago.)

“I’ll kill you,” he manages through gritted teeth, claws digging into your shirt. It is not a threat. It is not a warning. It is just the truth.

“You think too much,” you admonish him. Your tone is as gentle as your words are cutting. “I wish you would trust me more. You’re so determined to ruin your own life, and I don’t like it.”

“That’s just how I am. Deal with it or leave.”

“I’ll deal with it, then.”

Like a werewolf called by the full moon; like a vampire to blood; like a siren to a sailor. He will destroy you. But you accept it. 

He has tried time and time again to push you away, but he is weak. So incorrigibly weak, and though your flaws are insurmountable, his are all-consuming. He is a monster in all the ways that matter. But you stubbornly will not leave despite that. 

(Maybe that makes him a little more willing to try to change his nature. Just a little. Just for you. If you will not leave anyways, maybe he could try to make his presence a little less torturous.)

“Just… please stop ignoring me,” you sigh, nuzzling into his hair. Tenderly, tenderly, tenderly, so tenderly it makes his skin crawl. Your claws are softly piercing into him and he is helpless, unable (unwilling) to fight back. “I can deal with everything else. I just hate it when you do that. I can’t keep going weeks without speaking to you. I know you have some kind of… weird ideas that I’d be better off without you, but that’s not true. I love you, and I love being around you. I can’t help you when you cut me off at every corner.”

Cut, slice, slash.

Something in him breaks. Something he knows cannot be salvaged. Something he knows you would not want to salvage. Something he is not sure if he wants to salvage either, now that it is broken anyways.

He breathes a shaky breath, his fingers — his fingers, not claws, not this time — digging into your back. He buries his face into the crook of your neck, and he does not feel the urge to bite down. Though his eyes feel wet, it would not be enough water to drown you. 

He knows your line of logic is wrong. He knows the fact remains unchanged: he is a monster of a man. He will ruin you. But maybe your presence sparks enough electricity to keep his heart pumping, just for a little while, and maybe he can wait until things actually start going downhill before he lets you go. Maybe he can remember how to be a human for a bit, maybe he can pretend he is. 

“I just… don’t want to do something I can’t take back,” he whispers. “Not with you. You’re the… the only good thing I have left. I don’t know what I’d do if I…”

“That’s sweet, but I’m not as weak as you think I am,” you reply. “I’ve held out this long, haven’t I? Put more faith in me.”

He smiles.

“Yeah, I guess you’re right.”

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i’m so happy y’all like my writing ngl 🥺 for a long, long time i wanted to be an author and part of what made me okay w gaining this weight was knowing that even if i get too fat for many things. i won’t be too fat to write :3

but fr i wanted to write a horror/fantasy novel. paleontology and body horror. i still dream of this but im BUSY and writing is hard when u have to write academically constantly

[arlathen]

saw someone describe all the factions in veilguard as having had the edges sanded off them and that just like snapped it that's exactly what it is.

what's so weird is like. tevinter nights WAS dark. inquisition didnt shy away from awful fucked up things. trespasser gave me a better idea of why ghilan'nain was terrible and had to be stopped than veilguard did when they included codex entries about her making armor out of living people. where was the horror of hormak type quest in this? why was it all just big pustules we had to explode?

the crows own treviso -- *a syndicate of crime families* owns treviso. why was that not problematized or discussed at all? how do the people who live in treviso feel about the crows -- are they blithely grateful because at least it's not the antaam?? why are the wardens bland heroes and not the same faction that will do anything to end the blights? who takes criminals and blood mages? what do the shadow dragons actually DO? fight the venatori? why do we never have moments where we pass these rooms full of dead bodies sacrificed to fuel blood magic where anyone says ANYTHING about the horror and tragedy of it all? where's the slavery in tevinter? why do we never see the people an entire faction in this game is trying to protect? why are the veil jumpers -- ostensibly the "dalish" faction -- already on board with fighting the gods they supposedly worship? why are the dalish towns run by human mayors? why have the lords of fortune -- LITERAL pirates -- ~always return cultural artifacts~? like that's the right, moral thing to do -- but in a story, things do not have to be moral. it would be so much more interesting to have there be conflict within the faction about that. isabela is okay with stealing the tome of koslun but not with slavery and that was interesting!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

like i hate to be one of those 'buh buh buh its not dark fantasy anymore!!!!!' idiots but it does feel like anything slightly complicated or not morally perfect got scrubbed away until........ i mean it honestly only barely feels like dragon age. and that's disappointing.

[powerfultenderness]

That Time...

That time you maybe sorta accidentally almost had phone sex with König

Rated: Mature Word Count: 2097 Notes: [Neighbor!König] 1. Chronological order? Never heard of her. 🤷‍♀️ (what happened before he left is an event for another chapter). 2. Sorry for the hiatus. IRL, you know?

König retreated to his temporary quarters with a sigh. It had been nearly 72 hours since he had proper sleep. A few naps in a jostling humvee was nothing compared to his bed at home. Free of gear and mask, he gently laid down on the stiff bed, wishing he was at home. This mission, already supposed to be a long one, had gone haywire before he even arrived. Meaning he first had to take control of the situation before he could even attempt his mission. Lucky for him, that meant he’d get bonus pay. 

He sighed again as he flopped over on his stomach, arm dangling off the edge of the bed, and eyes drifting to the small, much too small, desk. Some paperwork and a canteen of water sat on top. In the little drawer a pen and, the most important item he carried here, his personal phone.

He blinked and pushed himself up a bit, black paint leaving a small stain in his pillow and reached for the drawer. He had to lean over a bit more to reach, but he found his phone after a few blind taps. After a quick unlock he looked at his only text conversation. Yes, only. Very few people had his personal phone number, and all but one of those contacts communicated with him solely through calls. Ever since he exchanged numbers with you, you texted him quite often. Mostly quick questions: would he like to join you for dinner? Can you stop by real quick? Things of that nature.

He actually hated texting. The keyboard was too small for his big hands and auto correct proved not to be his friend. Still, he put up with even the small amount he did for you. 

He glanced at the time, doing quick mental math to determine what time it was at home. It was late, but not too late, and you had a habit of staying up late. He could- the phone slipped in his hand and, 

Shit!

He quickly sat up as he accidentally called you, finger hovering over the button to end the call. What if you answered? He desperately wanted to hear your voice. He loved his job but,

“König?” 

His stomach flipped and his heartbeat spiked as he faintly heard your voice. He swallowed thickly and put the phone to his ear.

Your voice, slightly creaky, started to panic. “König? Is everything alright? Are you back?” 

“Yes. I’m fine, darling. No, I’m not back yet.” He answered in an even and calm voice, feeling both guilty and touched that you were so worried about him.

You sighed and there was some faint shuffling, “it’s…” you paused and he could just see you biting your bottom lip. “What’s up?” 

“I.” He swallowed nervously again. “I just wanted to hear your voice.” 

…

The only thing he could hear was his blood pounding in his ears as he waited for your response. 

“König?”

“Yes?”

“Do you…miss me?” Your voice pitched up teasingly; he’d heard the tone enough to know that you were grinning.

Grateful that you couldn’t see how flushed his face was, he took a moment to push himself up the bed enough to lean back against the wall. “Y-yes.” He mumbled into the phone. 

“Aww! That’s sweet!” 

“It is?” 

“Yea.”

His heart, his stomach, his blood, fluttered again as a relieved smile crossed his face. “Do you,” he licked his lips, “do you miss me?”

You coughed on the other end of the call, “uhh…welllll….”

König gasped, “you don’t miss me?!” 

“What! No! Of course I do!” 

“No. You forgot about me the moment I left, didn’t you?” He sniffled dramatically, even placed a hand over his heart even though you couldn’t see him.

“Noo, König! I DO miss you!” You half giggled as he played with you.

“Oh? Then why the pause?”

“Uhm…” 

You looked around the room. His room. You really didn’t know how to explain this without coming off as creepy. (does that mean you are, in fact, creepy?) 

König saying your name, and not one of those cutesy nicknames he often used, drew you out of your thoughts. “I don’t know. It’s just. Uhm. You see.”

Now it was his turn to be worried. “What is it?”

You took a breath, “ok. I. I thought you were coming home tonight.”

He sighed, “I know, angel. I’m sorry, some unexpected-”

“No, no! That’s ok! I’m not upset about that!”

“Then what?” “I mean, I’m not upset at all!” 

“Ah. I was right. You don’t miss me.” 

“König!” 

He chuckled, “what are you trying to tell me?”

“Like I said, I thought you were coming home tonight. So I, uhm, used the key you gave me to cook dinner at your flat. I thought you might like to have dinner in the comfort of your own home.”

König’s heart thumped in his chest. In only a second the image of going home, to see you waiting for him, pampering him, feeding him, caring for him all flashed through his mind. It was an image he very much wanted. Your name quietly slipped past his lips, but you had only paused to take a breath and continued with your rambling.

“But then you didn’t and that’s fine, like, you said you were only estimating when you’d be back and then I started cleaning and, uhmm…” “Don’t tell me you burned down my flat?” 

“No!” You barked out a laugh, a little thankful that he interrupted before you could fully embarrass yourself. 

You sighed, you knew he wouldn’t drop it now. Sure enough you heard him once again asking you to just tell him. Instead you pulled your phone away from your face and turned on the camera. You snapped a quick selfie and after a breath, sent it to him. 

König’s phone buzzed in his hand just as he called your name again. He blinked and opened the text message you just sent him. His eyes widened and he quietly gasped as instead of a text, you sent a picture. It was nothing provocative, but it was you. Of you in bed. His bed. His blanket pulled up to your neck as you smiled sheepishly into the camera.

“-And then I got tired and laid down in your room.” You finished your explanation, unaware that König was still staring at the picture you sent. Unaware that he was now imagining what his life could be like if instead of staying on base after a long shift, he spent the extra time to go home and crawl into bed with you. 

“König?” You asked, voice tight with anxiety. “Are you mad at me? I’ll leave! And I’ll wash-” “No! No! I’m not mad! You can sleep there!”  Please sleep there!

“Are you sure? I get it, if I crossed a line-”

“I’m sure. Don’t leave. It’s late and it’s cold out.” 

It was late, sure, but it wasn’t cold; it was still summer. It was an excuse you both accepted.

“I am just surprised. You hate sleeping in your day clothes.” He tried to joke, to reassure you that he absolutely did not mind you sleeping in his bed. At least someone was enjoying it. Even if he did wish that he could enjoy it with you. 

You coughed nervously again, “well…”

Dear God. If you told him that you were sleeping naked in his bed? He’d abandon his post, steal a helicopter and fu-

“I kinda borrowed one of your shirts to wear as a nightgown. Is. Is that ok?” 

Oh. That made more sense than you climbing into his bed naked. He took a deep breath. “Of course, darling.”

You sighed in relief. The fact that he switched back to your normal nickname put you at ease. "Oh, good. It really makes for a comfy nightgown, so I can sleep in your comfy bed." 

You teased and chuckled at the groan he let out, assuming that it was his bed that he was missing. 

König chuckled with you, relaxing against the wall, and licked his lips as he felt another spike of anxiety flutter in his stomach. “Did you borrow a pair of my shorts too?” 

“What! No!” You laughed, “are you kidding? This shirt is so big on me, it can be a dress.” 

He closed his eyes and let his head drop against the wall. “Good. That is good.” 

“What? Why?”

He hummed as he imagined crawling into bed, flipping you onto your back so he could settle between your bare thighs, his hand grabbing a fistful of your smooth soft flesh until he was gripping your hip. 

“König?”

He froze, only now realizing how hard he was getting and where his free hand had been. He cleared his throat, “ah. It’s nothing, darling. I just want you to be comfortable.” 

“Me? How comfortable are you right now?” 

“Not very.” He answered honestly. The bed he was currently sitting on was too small for him, it was both stiff and lumpy, and the blanket was thinner than his shirt. “My couch is more comfortable than this.” 

“I mean, you do have a really comfortable couch.” 

“Hm. Especially with you on it too.” 

You blinked, stomach alight with butterflies. You must have heard him wrong, or he must have misspoke. He must have meant that his couch was more comfortable even if he had to share it with you. “Well, there is enough room for both of us.” 

“Yea.” He agreed, eyes closed as he thought about the night he left. Of the little shorts you had been wearing, so short that his hand hit the elastic of your panties before the fabric of your shorts when he “casually” dragged his hand up and down your body. “Enough for you to lie down with me.” 

You let out the quietest little gasp, a shiver running down your body as you remembered the feeling of his hands on you. “Oh. Yea…I was…kinda on top of you, though.” 

König grunted, now palming himself through his pants. He had a hard time forgetting the feeling of you grinding your hips into him. “A perfect fit.” 

That night had started out normal enough. Maybe it was the calming scent of the candle, or the steady rainfall and rolling thunder. It was not a cold night, but you still just wanted to cuddle with him. And he obliged.

You sighed over the phone, into König’s ear. He was so solid. And warm. You bit your lip, thighs clenched at the memory of his meaty thigh between your legs. 

Just a breathy whisper of his name had his eyes rolling back into his head, his free hand desperately pulling at his belt. 

Knock! Knock! Knock!

“König!” The voice of one of his men interrupted him before he could even fully undo his belt (thankfully). 

He growled and pulled the phone away from his face, “shit! What!” 

You jumped when König started yelling, there was some shuffling and more shouting. It gave you a moment to collect yourself, to realize what you were about to do, and think of an excuse to get off of this phone call.

An excuse you didn’t need, as he sighed and put the phone back up to his ear. “Listen, darling, I have to go.” 

You nodded, you expected as much after all that commotion. “Be safe.” 

“Yea. You too.” 

You stared at your phone once the call disconnected. He was always worried about you even though he was the one running into what you presumed to be an active war zone. You felt a little guilty that if things hadn't been so urgent on his side, you were about to end the call before things got even more intimate. (It was late! And you had to work in the morning!) What if you made it up to him?

Before you could chicken out, you quickly turned on the light and set your phone up on the nightstand to get a picture of you on the bed. You hadn’t borrowed one of his t-shirts, but a tank top, with a comfortable scoop neck on him. But on you? It dropped deep enough to reveal plenty of cleavage. 

Then you snapped a few pictures and choose the most flattering flirtatious one and quickly sent it to him, with the message: “thanks for letting me borrow your shirt!” 

To say that König was surprised when he returned to base was an understatement. How in the world was he supposed to concentrate on his work now?! 

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[whollyjoly]

hot in the day, hot in the night, hot as the coal coming to tread, light on your bed, here we go oh, listen whistle roll (baby the, the sun is getting low)

the bucktommy cowboy au nobody asked for part two (part one) (part three)

(song insp.)