#Types of Eye Shadow and How to Choose the Right One

[itskattkm]

Multiverse

Based on a request: Could you do a fanfic where all of JOs characters meet and R has to explain they're all characters in movies and shows and how they're acted by R's gf, Jenna Ortega?

Characters would preferably be the following: Wednesday, Tara, Vada, Camila, Phoebe, Lorraine, Mabel, Ellie and Cairo (Even tho that movie isn't out yet)

If you don't want to use all the characters thats fine lol. I'm too lazy to write this myself.

JO Characters X Fem Reader

A/N: I’m so sorry that it took me so long. I wasn’t sure what end I wanted to choose. So I decided to not overthink to much and keep it short so the end is pretty shit haha. Hope you can still enjoy anon :)

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It’s been one of those rare summer days where the clouds were turning into a coal grey way and turning the whole light that fell onto the earth in a mix of yellow light and dark highlites. I saw just seconds ago a light struck in the corner of my eyes as I turned my head towards the window in the living room trying to say “there was a lightning it mus-“ and then there was it.

A growl. Something that sounded like a crisp crash high in the distance but still like it was happening right next to you. Thunder.

I chuckled to myself. Before I could end my own sentence the thunder had spoken for itself.

I walked towards the window. Watching rain falling down in an immense amount, feeling glad that I was in my apartment and didn’t had to walk through that wild mess.

“Rain... Rain is like a heavy mood. It is sad but it has a beautiful way of calming you down at the same time. Rain can make you cry but it can also make you calm"

I heard the familiar voice of my girlfriend. But kept watching the rain without turning around and smiled.

"You know... Rain can also be a bit spooky. Rain makes the shadows darker. Rain makes the dark even darker. Rain makes mystery even more mysterious."

I chuckled saying “wow that one turned a bit dark I guess…” I was turning around Expecting to see her soaked in the rain. Seeing already in front of my eyes how her bangs were probably all wet and sticking on her forehead. But when my eyes met hers, i was quite confused and a light laugh escaped me.

“Why do you look like Wednesday Addams?” I asked her. Walking a step towards her. It was almost like she became one with the shadows in the room. Wearing a big black coat. Covering what she was wearing under it. Her also black doc martens being pretty visible.

Her hair was darker then it was before she left to meet Enrique and prepare things for the upcoming met gala. I looked at her with a tilted head.

“I thought that people stopped asking stupid questions but here you are… another example for our current lost generation” she said monotone.

I looked even more confused feeling like there were tons of gears moving in my head and that she could see them “I’m confused…” I barely whispered.

“I often have that affect on people…”

She said and looked with an almost disgusted gaze at me. Scanning me from head to toe making me feel some kinda way uneasy. Even though I really loved the way Jenna played Wednesday Addams… that type of character was defiantly to much to handle. I found enough courage despise the mixed feelings I had and was about to say something when I recognized another figure beside me. My eyes landing on dark brown eyes, Emphasized with dark eyeliner wich Jenna rarely wore.

My mouth opened slight. Looking even more confused by now if this was possible.

My eyes scanning her figure within seconds. Seeing her wearing some short hot pants with a thin top and a congnac brown leather jacket. The fit feeling pretty familiar to me.

She was wearing eye makeup but the rest of her face was all clean. Wich made her freckles more present than usual. A smile with also slight confusion covered her face “wow you look pretty emo…” was what she said. But she didn’t said it to me.

“Some would consider I’m the definition of emo” said the one who looked like Wednesday.

I felt my heart running faster looking between the both of them.

“You see her too?” I asked Jenna beside me. But I wasn’t sure if it was actually Jenna.

“Yeah I do… by the way what’s your name?”

She answered giving me that big smile that showed her dimples and made me feel a bit flustered. That smile always had an effect on me.

But I was way to overwhelmed to actually tell her my name since there were two people that looked like Jenna so I asked

“Who are you?”

“Mabel…” she said and gave me a very knees weakening look, combined with that smile.

“Mabel… Wednesday…” I whispered looking between the both of you.

“What the hell is going on?” I asked more myself than both of them.

And right when the last few words left my mouth there was another person appearing in the living room. But the person seemed to be way to focused on my bookshelves.

All three of us watched the person.

She was wearing a white dress, showing her curves and long legs wich were wearing knee high brown boots. A tiny bag was hanging over her shoulders as her tiny but also gentle looking hands touched the backs of the books. Reading in silence the title names. Her hair was falling over her back in beautiful waves. The little light in the living room falling on it and showing a mixture of brown and red highlites.

“Y/N I don't think you have real books here... you have a Harry Potter book.. that's not a real book” She scrunches up her face “I'm sorry but it's the truth” She picks up a book and checks the title “Ugh... It's called a touch of darkness and it's about Persephone and Hades in a version of a Greek world in our time? *She shrugs it off*”

I felt a bit offended but also didn’t knew what to say.

Wednesday said “if you like Greek mythology you at least could’ve read the real tales. Like the ilias or oddysey” I nodded slightly ashamed and my gaze met Mabel’s she whispered “I only watched Percy Jackson once so don’t look at me for help…”

I took a deep breath and looked back at the woman beside my shelves. She had turned around by now and was lightning up a cigarette. I could see the amount of rings on her other hand and that cheeky but also dangerous smile on her dark bordo lips.

“Cairo Sweet?” I asked speechless.

“Wow well that’s a …unique name” said Mabel with a chuckled.

“I would say being called after a weekday is more unusual then being called as a well know city with history…” said Cairo and gave Wednesday a look.

My eyes widened feeling like Cairo was about to die.

“ I’m named after a nursery rhyme containing the line “Wednesday's child is full of woe.” The poem, which assigns personalities to children based on the day they were born, dates back to at least 1838. Cairo-Sweet. What kinda name is that, anyway? Sounds like the kind they'd use in a very bad written fanfiction” Wednesday glares at Cairo for daring to question the legitimacy of her name and gives her a dead stare.

I looked at both of them excited now and chuckled saying “as a writer you should have know that Cairo… you better not mess with Wednesday. She’s a writer and she could kill you if she wants”

Mabel beside me just whispered quite “okay this is getting very interesting here”

Wednesday and Cairo were throwing glares at each other when another person moved to my side and said “what kind of fever dream is that?”

I laughed and shaked my head looking at my right side to see another version of my girlfriend, wearing basketball shorts and an oversized shirt. I felt like nothing could surprise me anymore at this point so I smiled friendly and held my hand out saying “your Vada right? Nice to meet you I’m Y/N”

Vada smiled and shook my hand. I was explaining to her what was currently happening and introduced the others to her. Vadas hand rested on my shoulder now as she said “it’s like the most weirdest names I’ve ever seen…” an awkward smile appearing on her lips.

“You’re not surprised about the fact that you all look exact the same? Just different?”

Suddenly there was a Laugh “Yeah, there's a glitch in the system or something. It's just kind of...” said the 5.1 Latina beside me and shrugged. I looked speechless at Tara fucking Carpenter. Not sure if I was in a fan girl mode or going right into the simp mode.

“Tara Carpenter… holy shit” I whispered and looked at her stunned. Not sure how to process this all. She gave me a friendly smile and my head felt like exploding.

“She good?” Asked another version of Jenna’s Characters. Sitting on the armchair with her sunglasses and smoothie as she held a tiny book in her hands. Ellie from you I assumed.

My eyes kept jumping between all those people in my living room. Noticing even more of them.

“10 dollars she’s gonna pass out” said Wednesday cold as Cairo agreed and jumped in the bet. In my living room we’re around six characters that my girlfriend had played and it was way to hard to understand what the hell was going on.

No matter in what direction I looked. They were everywhere. Talking, arguing, connecting.

I took a deep breath and sat down on my couch. “What the hell is going on?” I asked louder and everyone became silent.

They looked at each other and shrugged their shoulders.

“I have to admit this is weird… for real why do we all look like the same person?” Asked now Vada pointing out her hands at everyone.

Everyone looked around, till all gazes fell on me. Tara walked towards me saying “you seem to know every one of us… so you may enlighten us?” I nodded in an almost trance like mode and got up. Standing in the center while all of them were standing around me like in a circle.

“Okay… maybe this is some weird multiverse thing? A Paradoxon? Or I’m dreaming… dead… I don’t know but!” I said looked at all of you.

I shrugged my shoulders

“Well what can I say you all are movie characters…”

“ Y/N are you feeling alright? Or are the fumes from the glue factory getting to you?”Wednesday gives me a cold stare “Or do you need to sit down? Do you need a hit with the shovel so the bad thoughts go away?”

I looked at her serious saying

“What?! No! Listen…” I said and reached for my phone. I typed in Wednesday in Netflix and showed it to her and the others.

Cairo Looks at me with confusion “What a nerd, knowing all the facts about movie characters and who plays them. Like, who cares? I’ve got better things to do all day long than waste my time on silly little facts of the past, and I don’t even want to waste my time being in the same room as a loser like you!” She glares at me, showing clear signs of aggression.

“Okay you are defiantly meaner as you seem in your movie…” I said slight offended and looked over at Tara who was my fav character. Seeking for some comfort

She Shrugs “Oh don’t let her bother you, she’s... Anyways, did you guys want to talk about anything specific or are we going to all go to our separate corners and just stare at each other? I mean, that sounds kind of odd if I say it outloud...”

I laughed nervous “I would like to know why you guys even are here in the first place… this is against all rules. How is this even possible?”

“You’ll find a lot of things hard to explain away with logic, you know? Especially a certain someone who likes to hang out with a bunch of fictional characters” said Wednesday monotone and gave me another cold, intimidating stare “beside that you better stop trying to convince us that we are only movie characters. I’ll be good for you, if you drop the topic”

“Why? After all you all just appeared out of nowhere in my Apartment!..” I said a bit angry. Starting to feel like I was the bad one here suddenly.

Mabel looked around while playing with her moving her hands in the back of her pockets “So, what should we talk about then?” She asks awkwardly.

Vada was sitting in the corner and stares at the floor then says “I feel like the most... average one here....”

Tara Looks at Vada awkwardly “Don't say that... you're just as special as all of us. You're not average. Don't ever think that!”

“Yeah she’s right. You are special and we love you… what you’ve been through was awful” I said reassuring and hugged her. Since I knew what Vada had been through cause I watched the movie obviously, I had a soft spot for her.

“Uh... Thanks y/n......” She awkwardly hugged me back and blushed a little bit, looking down and covering her face. “How did you know?.....” She looked up at me a bit more, curious than before.

“Because you’re a movie character and I saw your story… that’s what I’m trying to explain to you guys” I sighed and looked at Tara.

“Tara you have a sister called Sam. You two had been survivors of a ghostface attack two times. You have several stab wounds in your abdomen and shoulder and on your hand as well. Sam ist the daughter of the origin Ghostface killer, Billy Loomies “ I explained “Your form the movie called Scream, your character was introduced in the fifth and sixth movie… my fav ones” I added with a shy smile.

Tara looked around impressed “How do you even know all these facts?” She whispered and realized that I knew all the names without even asking any one of you “It’s like, magic or something?” She asked.

I looked at Cairo and said “And your form one of the current movies my girlfriend made. It’s called millers girl. And yeah. I know what you did. Accusing your teacher for something he did not really do but I’m on your side tho. But it’s not cool to kiss and blackmail your best friend Winnie. Your dangerous Cairo. But I still feel mesmerized by you… somehow” I explained and shrugged.

Cairo rolled her Eyes “Wow, just wow. Who cares? I didn't ask for your input so keep it to yourself please and thank you” She turns her cigarette off and crosses her arms, giving me a pissed look.

“You are really mean... You seemed so nice at the beginning of your movie” i said almost disappointed. “Yeah well I turned out to be different and that's too bad for you” She continues to glare at me with aggressive eyes.

I sighed again and looked at Mabel.

“Mabel. You’re from the movie finestkind. You’re dating some fisher guy. It’s about crime and drugs. Your character is only a side character but you’re cool. Pretty bold and flirty. You had some spicy scenes respect for that…”

“Wow you really do know a lot-“ She was cut off by Wednesday, who started making an unimpressed sound.

I turned to her “And then the one and only Wednesday Addams. You are the currently new portrayed version of that character. You have your own tv show. You attend a dark Academy and solve crimes and murderes… second season will come out soon and by the way… people ship you pretty hard with Enid”

Wednesday looked me dead in the eyes “I do not appreciate your tone of delivery at all. I’m going to have to ask you to watch it a little, or else… that’s the nicest I can make” She gives me a scary look of disapproval and anger.

“Hey I didn’t wanted to be harsh or something… I’m just trying to telling you guys about the movies you all are from. I don’t know how you made it to my universe but you are all not real in this one…”

“Its your fault we're all here in the first place, so it’s best if you don’t go around with a mouth that likes to spill every detail about us that you possibly can, hmm?” Wednesday gave me a threatening look, daring me to break eye contact first.

I felt a bit hurt and said quite

“Sorry… but I really don’t how all of you came here” I looked around “You all just appeared suddenly” I said softly.

“it’s time for you to make us all disappear” Wednesday looked at me with cold, empty, soulless eyes.

“I don’t know how” exhausted I looked in the eyes of all of them.

“Look guys, let’s not make things too hard on her. She didn't even do anything, all of us just suddenly appeared and its not her fault! “ said Tara and stands up for me. I felt so relived when Tara stand up for me, making me fall for her even harder. Okay focus y/n Jenna is your girlfriend. But yeah… I also love all characters she plays… nevermind.

“I must say, you are very pretty y/n...” said randomly Mabel with a smile.

“Th-thank you” I said blushing hard and looked down.

Vadas eyes fell on me “Yeah, Tara’s right though. She didn’t have anything to do with why we’re here, did she?” Glances at Wednesday and Cairo, looking suspicious.

Cairo Shrugs “I’ve been trying to find out but so far I haven’t got a clue...” Her eyes narrow as she looks at her surroundings “We need to figure this out as soon as possible...”

„Well as soon as possible isn’t quick enough for me, I’m not going to sit around here forever just to wait this all out“ Wednesday added.

„You guys can do what ever you want.

I don’t know how all of you became real. Just know that in this universe none of you is supposed to be real“ I said and sat down on the couch exhausted

Wednesday Shrugs „Well we didn't do it on purpose. It's just something crazy I guess...

What if we never make our way back...“ She looks at everyone with a cold, intimidating stare. It’s clear she’s trying to hold her anger in check for the moment.

„Come on, don't even talk like that Wednesday... we'll find our way back, one way or another...“ Tara said.

„Yeah right? We're not stuck here with her forever!“ Cairo shudders at the thought.

„Ouch?“ I said not sure if I should feel offended.

„You should feel offended. We are going to find a way out of here and when we do, I am making sure I stay the hell away from you“ She glares at me again.

I gave Cairo a thumbs up and looked at Tara speechless saying

„I can’t believe I actually had a crush when I watched her movie back then“

Vada shrugged „Well I'm glad you changed your mind“

„Why? What kind of crush did you have on me?“ asked Cairo, not letting her anger die down yet.

„None“ I said trying to end the conversation. „Come on, you can tell me. Please?“ She leans forward with puppy eyes, but they look a little bit sinister.

„Just for the record since my girlfriend plays all your characters I do have a thing for all of you for sure“

„What do you mean your girlfriend plays all of us?“ Wednesday gives me a suspicious look, leaning in closer and giving a scary look again. „My girlfriend. The actress. Who portrays all your characters in this universe“

Mabel stares at me for a while. Her eyes narrow even more than before* What's her name?”

“I don’t buy it” Wednesday scoffed

“What's that supposed to mean, Wednesday?” I asked

“That was an act, you’re not just now realizing that y/n’s girlfriend is the one who plays all of us. I think she’s trying to hide something”

“I’m telling the truth you can google it” I said louder

Wednesday Takes me by the collar and glares at me with a cold, intimidating look “Okay then, Y/N. I want the truth and I want to know now. What’s your play here?”

Some part of me felt scared and turned on. It took me some time to answer. “I swear nothing. I was just enjoying my day off and suddenly all of you were here”

“And nothing at all happened before that?” Wednesdays voice was getting more and more sinister as each second passed.

“A storm came up. Thunder… lightning” I explained. “Hm... a storm...” She let go of my collar and turned her back on me. She began pacing around the room silently.

“Maybe it has to do with the storm then? Some Paradoxon?” I said

Wednesday looked st me “Is that really all you know? You have no other secrets you’re holding back?”

“Nothing. I’m the most boring person right here” I said quite

“Boring?” She looked back at me and smirked, and turned back around again “If you think your life isn’t interesting, then you’d better make your peace with this life being all you’ll ever be. You have no purpose here. You have nothing to contribute to this world” She stopped her pacing and turned back around again “This is it for you. This is all your life is worth” She let me take that in for a while before speaking again “So do not call yourself boring ever again. You hear me?”

I nodded feeling touched.

“Good” She sat down next to me, and put her hand on my shoulder. After a while of silence, she finally broke the tension “I’m sorry I yelled at you. I shouldn’t have done that” She looked down at her feet, ashamed.

“Thank you… i really appreciate your apology” I whispered feeling better now.

“Okay since we all don’t know why you’re here and I’m tired of explaining and arguing… Wanne watch a movie together?”

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[yestrday]

― YANDERE! GENSHIN ACADEMY AU. pt one | two | three | four | five

⇢ zhongli, venti, diluc, kaeya, childe / gn! reader

introducing! these third-years have been taking care of you since you were a freshman! ranging from cute to mature to downright irritating, they’re eager to spend time with you before graduation comes around. so you’ll choose them, right? after all, they’re so much better than these irritating prepubescent teens.

warning! yandere, obsessive & possessive behavior, unhealthy relationships

― LAIDBACK TYPE. venti | 温迪

[ “my, haven’t you grown! c’mere, lemme see how cuter you’ve gotten!” ]

⇢ he’s always been this way since you were a first-year, so clingy and generous with his affections. sometimes he squishes his cheek against yours, and most of the time he’ll casually slip his hands into yours then take you on another wild goose chase. so unpredictable and free, but you wouldn’t have him any other way.

⇢ another of the prodigious students this academy has, venti is quite known for his musical talent. he’s refused all club recruitments, but he’s the leader of one-too-many jam sessions around the school. when he has his eyes settled on you, he grins wildly and beckons you over to his side. the songs take on a more romantic vibe, and he laughs nervously when you ask him who are the songs about.

⇢ he’s unexpectedly wise, as if he’s seen a great deal many things. when he’s serious, his eyes take on a much forlorn look as he gazes at something you cannot see. in an instant, you see him not as your older friend but rather a respected senior.

⇢ as your beloved senior, he feels it his duty to protect you no matter the cost. cutesy and fresh-faced though he may look, your existence tends to make him a bit more... irrational. how will you go about your days knowing that shadows follow you wherever you go? he must take care of them. anyone who dare harm you will fall prey to not just him, but as well as your other suitors.

⇢ he knows he’s irreplaceable in your heart, and that satisfies him to a certain extent. he is, after all, the one who took care of you when you were still new to such a grand school. so long as he has a place in your heart, venti has no qualms on letting everyone’s gaze settle on you.

⇢ you are made to be praised, after all! his lyric books are all stashed in a shelf, and you can see the descent in sanity as you flip through them. embarassed, shy love poems written in neat handwriting eventually turn more frantic and incomprehensible. the lyrics turn darker and more fanatical, with some pages having... questionable stains on them. it’s something he’ll show you, once the two of you get a li~ttle bit more closer.

[ “ah... ahaha! did you-- did you see them? did you like it? do you want me to sing it for you?!” ]

― MYSTERIOUS TYPE. diluc | 迪卢克

[ “there will always be a darkness in this world. therefore, you shall stand in the light and i, your shadow.” ]

⇢ there are many of those who fail master diluc’s perception of purity. even he, himself, fails to meet his own standards. but you, despite all your flaws and the dark and twisted thoughts he knows you keep to yourself... hmph. well, you barely pass.

⇢ heir to a winery business, it’s not exactly unexpected for him to have this air of arrogance and superiority around him, but people tend to gape at the tender look in his eyes when his most beloved junior comes round the corner. they listen to him slightly nag at you for running in the hallways, but he smiles when he does so. even kaeya can’t believe his eye. 

⇢ there’s something about you that reminds him of what he used to be like before his world was forcibly shattered. a light in your eyes, a determined spirit... it’s something he wishes to protect. you are someone who he’s allowed to stand by his side; he won’t let you break.

⇢ with the connections he’s worked so hard to build, diluc easily has the assets to manipulate your surroundings. whether it’s the people you surround yourself or the information that reaches you, he can control all of that. he wishes for you not to be victim to things that will potentially taint you.

⇢ and keep in mind not to anything so... reckless. diluc can’t handle the slightest scar on your fingers. you will get uncomfortable over his panicky actions and uneven breathing, his hands roaming your entire body because he doesn’t believe in your assurances. were you hurt? who did that to you? were you even thinking? his overprotectiveness grows stronger as the days go by.

⇢ his fingers ache at the thought of letting go of your skin, even when they burn red under his harsh grip. what he would give to lock you up and take care of you by himself. insane... yeah, he’s going to turn into just that if one more of these filthy men touch you.

[ “haah... to think of all the efforts i’ve put into protecting you... only to end up breaking you myself.” ]

― FLIRTATIOUS TYPE. kaeya | 凯亚

[ “what, can’t handle a little heat? you’re still so cold to me as always.” ]

⇢ you’d be lying if you said you haven’t gotten frustrated over kaeya’s teasing. you can’t figure out whether he’s teasing you for more of your attention or because he still sees you as a child. one moment he’ll propose a scandalous thought, then he brushes it off saying you’re too much of a child for that.

⇢ you amuse him a lot, but he also finds comfort in you. life isn’t exactly easy living as the adopted son of the ragnvindir household, but when you approach him with a look of concern you try to hide, he can’t help but smile. honestly... you’re way too good for him! if only... if only some of your warmth could be replicated back home... then all would be perfect...

⇢ but he can’t hope for too much, now can he? besides, with the way things are going, you’re all he ever needs. with his ample salary and the amount of free time has on his hands, he’ll take you out to wherever you want and spoil you endlessly. if you want... when the both of you mature into adults, then you could travel the world together. it’s something he suggests but shrugs off, but you can see the longingness in his eyes.

⇢ he’s one of the more ruthless ones in your harem. whether it’s someone who dare sully your name with their filthy tongue or a fool who dares to lay a hand on you, he’s usually the one to take action before the others can keep up. he takes his time, too. he loves the screams and the realization that they have messed up, but only because he knows that they have suffered under his hand. other than that, they’re just squealing pigs under his feet.

⇢ he has his morals, of course. he refuses to drag anyone who isn’t involved into this and despises the way diluc views people as assets for his plan to control you. he can smooth talk information out of someone, or use his family’s power to intimidate someone into doing small favors for him, but he wouldn’t stoop so low as to send someone into a bloodshed.

⇢ your comforting presence... while it may be his saving grace, it is also his downfall. you both won’t be able to see each other at school soon, and it’s only a matter of time before you both walk separate paths during adulthood. to live a life without you... he refuses to spend another day wallowing in his loneliness. he’ll... he’ll keep you if he must, to train you into submision and be his comfort person forever... and ever... and ever.

[ “my cute little junior, you’re not going to abandone me like the others... right?” ]

― STOIC TYPE. zhongli | 凯亚

[ “have you come for another story? come, sit, your presence is the one i welcome the most.” ]

⇢ celestial knows how he managed to become student council president in his first year, but he did it. the former student president of two years, and only having recently retired in his third year, zhongli is lauded by most of the school as the driving force behind the student body’s academic and competitive progress. knowledgeable and honorable, he attracts many eyes, but his eyes are only for you.

⇢ he had taken interest in you during your first year. a naive thing wandering into the council room in need for some assistance. he had enraptured you with one of his eloquent lectures (and his ass, but you’ll never dare say it). soon afterwards, you spent time in the council room listening to zhongli while serving him rice crackers and brewing tea for him as he had taught you.

⇢ what a shame it had to be cut off because of the heavy load that came with council duties. but he had relieved himself of that responsibility now, and have made himself available to service and entertain you. so... spend some time with this lonely old man (isn’t he a year older than you). he needs the company.

⇢ rules are something he highly reveres and you have him to thank as the reason why your harem hasn’t gotten out of hand. of course, you don’t know this, but all the boys do. there is a silent contract amongst themselves that he has reinstated, whether they like it or not. it irks him a bit to share you for a while with these immature men, but so long as he has your company, he’ll be satiated for a little while longer.

⇢ he does tend to get along with some people in the harem, namely xiao and aether. (and childe. sometimes.) authoritative and well-respected, he gives them orders to look after you when he can’t. he can overlook their more... eccentric sides to them, especially because he doesn’t have the right to judge them. his days are usually spent admiring everything about you and learning everything about you, and he’s undefeatedly the most well-learned when it comes to you

⇢ you, too, have a role that he expects that you fulfill to your best performance. neglecting him simply won’t do, not when he came down from his position just to spend more time with you. he’s not above nicking a spear to your neck or manipulating people to put you in a difficult situation. he’s used to the brighter side of you but... that desperate look in your face brings out a sadistic part of him.

[ “you’d do well to uphold your end of the contract, dear. one word and i can make those boys turn into bloodshed.” ]

― COMPETITIVE TYPE. tartaglia | 达达利亚

[ “why, if it isn’t my cute lil’ junior! still need me to teach you the basics?” ]

⇢ whether it’s with you or the other men in your harem, tartaglia is so damn competitive that it makes you want to tear your hair out ever time you have to socialize with this jock. he goes the extra mile to act all innocent while he makes jabs at your suitors right in front of their faces.

⇢ he finds you very amusing. he likes to provoke you to get the teensiest bit of a reaction out of you, whether it’s a cute pout (that’s an overkill for his heart) or a cold glare (even more of an overkill for his boner). although not always, he does tend to cross some lines with you, but rest assured that he’ll always be on your tail pleading and whining for you to forgive him.

⇢ despite being so annoying all the damn time, he takes on the role of a senior quite well. he’s very accomodating and helpful, always offering a word of advice for the younger students. you do get some special attention, but you can’t exactly complain.

⇢ surely you’re not thinking that his help is without a price, right? tartaglia may have some shady rumors on his back and he tells you that they’re only partly true. his help has incurred you quite the large debt, hasn’t it? and he’s quite the selfish man, so perhaps taking you as his cute lil playmate should more than compensate.

⇢ when he has you wrapped in his multiple schemes, he’ll laugh and gloat to his competitors, smug and confident in his abilities to destroy you and make you his. it’s cute, he tells them, how they think of laying their hands on you. the both of you look so good together, even better than any of these undeserving men-- the perfect match!

⇢ he likes it when you’re helpess and docile at his feet, on the verge of giving up. no matter how many times he brings you up only to break you down again, he’ll never grow tired of it. as your senior, isn’t it his job to guide you and make you even better? don’t worry, he’ll take goood care of you.

[ “won’t you look at that, still lacking. let me teach you how to do it better.” ]

#genshin impact #genshin impact x reader #yandere genshin impact #yandere genshin impact x reader #yandere venti #genshin impact venti #yandere diluc #genshin impact diluc #yandere kaeya #genshin impact kaeya #yandere zhongli #genshin impact zhongli #yandere childe #genshin impact childe #yester.writes #yester.au — academy 📓

[julymarte]

since you guys liked these 1 / 2 and it’s now become a full AU me and my friend decided to explore more of it, one step at a time, aka we’ll get to azul, but not now- this time we introduce to you the first AU OC based off another theory

more details under the cut! no collage this time just lore analysis

i assume you are familiar with the dead siblings theory, if not i advise you go read jade’s halloween story, but other jade and floyd mentioning ghosts that look like eachother we’ve had other hints as them saying neither of them is the older or younger twin and that they chose eachother how do you choose being twin with your twin ...this implies there were other siblings? if they see ghosts looking like that...did they die around middle school? is their mom so worried about them and wanting tho hear about them everyday and see them often cause she’s clingy or cause she’s lost other children and wants to be sure the remaining ones are fine? (eels spawn a fuckton of eggs irl btw).... but moving on!

why did i bring this up you might ask...well, while the tweeks will still cooperate with azul who’s become a rich corporate owner in this AU, they are still tied to their “family bisiness” being quite clearly the sons of the boss but that leads to a question, who will be leech papa’s heir? we took azul out of the equation cause he’s external to the family and to the business, he’s shady and cunning but everything is fun when it’s a game in highschool real life it’s different and he’s more suited to be a slimy business man than an actual mafia boss..........this brings the focus to the legitimate heirs aka the tweels but even there it’s complicated cause jade would be the easiest choice right? since floyd is too much of a wildcard and jade has definitelt the skills to handle it BUT jade’s strong point is going under the radar, being in the shadows and being underestimated so he cannot be the leader he must be always a step behind so we’re back to the start.... who’s gonna be the next leech don?

and it’s here that we bring Layd to life, or better from the dead lol...his backstory is stilla work in progress since we’re waiting to see if more details on the theory come out or if it gets completely busted, but we wanted him to be a tough dude that survived for years alone in the depths of the ocean and came back to claim his rightful spot in the family business more of his personality will depend on his backstory so we’ll keep you updated on that

one last note about the name, as you migth see we went back to the original eels names to give him a believeable name so, we looked into other types of shipwereck and we found lagan to be fitting for him hance giving him a name with L which romaji translitteration would end in-ido and as a design choice we agreed to only give him the green eye as the yellow heterocromia is something that was to be exclusive to jetsam and flotsam

#twst #twisted wonderland #twst au #leech twins #floyd leech #jade leech #au #mafia au #oc #original character #twst oc #layd leech #fanart #art #sketch #character design #i'm still super insecure about this au please be gentle dfghjk #long post

[backatitagainatichirakus]

Naruto Fic Rec

fics that I’ve read at least twice.

by ship:

Kakagai;

     Guy's Choice by Chrononautical:

The problem with being a hero is that some psychotic bastard will come along and force you to choose between your life and your lover’s. Guy makes his choice. 

1/1 ; 4k (this one shows just why they are perfect for each other)

  Porn and the Art of Shuriken Maintenance by Transformatron:  

 Alternate title: 'Denial, Thy Name Is Hatake Kakashi'

Alternative alternate title: 'How Kakashi Discovered That He Was In Love With Maito Gai, Through The Medium Of Bad Erotica'

  The war is over, his friends are dead, and Jiraiya just handed him a little orange book.

12/12; 76k ( quintessential kakagai)

Obikaka;

     rocks fall; scene end  by  RK7200          

Kakashi is back in the past, he is supposed to be dead.

Instead, he has been given Uchiha Obito's script.

or:

There’s an Akatsuki member called Sukea who is mystifyingly familiar to Team Minato.

10/? 55k ;(losing my mind over this one)

     Kamui Blues  by  butter_peanut         

Stop dropping your shit in my dimension, idiot.

Kakashi and Obito become Kamui penpals, then Kamui roommates. This changes things.      

35/35 209k (I feel we’ve all read this but it doesnt hurt to rec it)

komorebi by  tomorrowsrain

Komorebi (n) - sunlight filtering through the trees.

4 works, not completed. 85k (read read read read)

Karma  by  SeverNSkull

  Team Konohamaru are ambushed by an Outer member of Kara who is in the possession of a new type of Edo Tensei, which unfortunately happens to break from their control and be a powerful terrorist from the now nonexistent Akatsuki Organization. Things get even worse as the trio of genin and the undead begin to jump to their own conclusions about Kama, Kara, and a nefarious plot, dragging them right in the middle of it while threatening the entire world. 

3/?; 19k (possibly abandoned, but man did I love it when I read it.)

     Autonomy  by beetlebee       

"But this Not-Sensei soulmate guy could be anybody," Naruto whines.

Sasuke narrows his eyes. "No. He tried to act like Kakashi, use his techniques. He must be familiar with him already..."

"They could be childhood friends!" Sakura gasps.

"Sensei has friends?" Naruto asks, squinting at Obito.

"Or he's a stalker." Sasuke grips the kunai he still hasn't put away.

"I'm not a stalker," Obito lies, pushing away the kunai edging towards him.

----

(A soulmate bodyswap AU)

1/1; 3k

     kakashi’s guide on how to survive unrequited love  by  RK7200               

 Kakashi's life was going pretty okay. Both his teammates are alive (even if one is half plant matter- Obito will never live that down) and they are sort of, kind of, a team now. Then he started coughing up flowers.

8/8 32k

sns:

     A Question of Lust (a question of trust)  by  fangirlandiknowit        

The time has come for Naruto to choose a husband – surely, out of twenty-four men from twelve different villages, he’ll be able to find the love of his life?

Unfortunately for him, the love of his life is less enthusiastic about the whole thing.

(Good thing neither of them has any common sense.)

13/13; 45k

     before today is over  by  oshit   for uchihag                

Above him, Sasuke leans over the edge of the pier to watch. Naruto hears him laugh and even with his face draped in shadow, he can imagine Sasuke’s cheshire grin, eyes crinkling with mirth.

He feels Sasuke smiling at him. Naruto would pluck every star from the heavens to keep that feeling.

1/1 12k

     Kizuna Hikari    by  YoungAndOverIntelligent       

The only reason Sasuke keeps coming back to Konoha is because of that mattress. The bed is his only respite. And perhaps the dumbass who owns said bed might be worth it, too.

Or, another canon divergence 699 that showers Sasuke with too much (deserved) love and attention that we all need for these unprecedented times.

25/25; 203k (this one is so so in character and it is so so good)

     The sun within me  by  fangirlandiknowit     

Just before the one year anniversary of the 4th shinobi war, a teleportation accident sends Naruto and Sasuke into a different dimension. This other version of Konoha is different from their own – not in the least because everyone assumes they’re a couple. As the question of why they’re there and how they’ll get home remains a mystery, they both find themselves adjusting to this new reality. And maybe, just maybe, this relationship thing isn’t such a bad idea…  

  52/58; 306k (read read read)

gaalee;

     I'll Build a House Inside of You  by  a_gay_poster              

  Rock Lee is growing up in a world where every person shares their dreaming life with their soulmate. There's just the slightest wrinkle: when he goes to sleep, there's nobody there. 

2/2; 15k

     Adventures in Babysitting   by   a_gay_poster  for scoobydoobylu

At first, Shinki almost thought this was a kidnapping attempt, the kind of thing Father warns him about in grave tones, an unavoidable risk of being the son of the Kazekage. He would have been nervous, if not for the way Father had hugged this man at the door, so tight it was almost fierce. Then he’d nodded at Shinki with a look that Shinki knew meant, Be polite and keep bloodshed to a minimum.

Or, Shinki doesn't know who his new babysitter is or why his father didn't bother to introduce them. At least he's getting a good training session out of it.

1/1; 2k

     On My Way Home   by   a_gay_poster                

There is nothing now that Gaara, the man, can do to heal the wounds caused by Gaara, the monster. He cannot bring murdered villagers back from the dead. He cannot un-traumatize the children he terrorized in his youth. He cannot even repair the desert ecosystem that he disrupted during his massive, sand-filled rages. All he can do is be a safe harbor - level, and steady, and reliable as the sunrise - for his village, for his family, and for his friends. 

6/? 40k

     Odd One  by  ManaBanana        

Gaara is a little bit weird, but Lee likes him anyway.

3/?   7k

     Diplomatic Relations   by  Maldoror_Chant           

Rock Lee, Diplomatic Envoy to Sunagakure. There are so many ways that could go wrong. But Lee is determined to succeed! And to befriend the feared Kazekage too, while he's at it. Good thing Lee loves a challenge...

28/28  ; 162k

Gen;

   Uneasy Lies the Head   by Hiiraeth (V_eritas)                

“Shikamaru,” He began, trying to stay calm. “I’d like for you to get Sakura." Kakashi swallowed thickly and swayed on his feet. "Because I think I've just been poisoned."

It's been almost two years since the war and Konoha is at peace - Until an untouchable stranger shows up and nearly succeeds in assassinating Konoha's Sixth Hokage. With every sign pointing towards a dead man as the aggressor, Team 7 has to fight to keep their makeshift family intact as Konoha's past comes back to haunt them. [Team 7 & Kakashi-centric. Eventually canon-divergent.]

27/27 130k

   What You Knead   by   AgentMalkere        

It started, as most things did in Kakashi’s life, with a mission gone wrong.

(In which Kakashi accidentally acquires an emotionally healthy coping technique.)

17/21 ;63k

    double vision      by    crimson_adder              

A few months after Sasuke turns seven, he starts seeing double.

He doesn’t really know how to bring up the fact that if he tries to look at cousin Shisui from the corner of his left eye, he can’t see him at all.

8/? 36k

    A YOUTHFUL Jaunt In Time    by Vodkassassin          

Back in time, and Kakashi is more worried about keeping his friend from accidentally destroying the village with the power of Youth than he is about preventing the Future that Never Was.

Why couldn’t he have been sent back with someone more chill? Like Asuma?

1/1   ; 2k

     These Moments We Take for Granted  by  Applepie  (everything by Applepie is great tbh)              

Kakashi dies to Pain’s attack and wakes up in another world. It’s a world where Kakashi hadn’t failed Obito’s final wish and sacrificed himself for Rin’s sake instead. It’s a Konoha too similar, yet so different that Kakashi can’t bear to impose. So he doesn’t – not as ‘Kakashi’, at least.

(okay this one is obirin put I put in gen because they are not the main focus of the fic)

2/? ; 23k

     Ear to the Wall   by   Vodkassassin                

The Minato-sensei beams at him, and replies, “Kakashi! I’m glad you’re awake,” and, yup, that’s Minato-sensei’s voice.

Kakashi falls back down against the bed, closing his eyes. It’s too short of a way down, and he clenches hands that are too tiny and feeble and not his in dog-print sheets he hasn’t owned for decades.

21/?; 89k

     Worm Charming    by    GremlinSR            

After Minato's death, Shikaku is thrust into a position he never expected and certainly never wanted. It isn't long before he discovers a wealth of corruption and sabotage that threatens the very foundation of the village he is sworn to protect.  Using every ounce of his famous Nara intellect and cunning, Shikaku struggles to outmaneuver hidden enemies in order to keep his village and family safe.

Or: A for want of a nail story in which Nara Shikaku becomes Hokage after Minato’s death and promptly turns everything on its head.

14/?  ; 105k

     Bright Young Thing   by keepyourpantsongohan  

Sighing, Minato leads his team into the light. When the man in the clearing gets a look at their faces, his whole body goes shock still. “Sensei?” he says uncertainly.

“Er, hi,” says Minato, with a sheepish wave.

1/1, 2k

Founders;

madatobi; (let it be known I dont ship mdtb, but these two fics are just rlly good)

     Count Your Blessings  by   MadMothMadame   

All war is fratricide, and there is therefore an infinite chain of blame that winds its circuitous route back and forth across the path and under the feet of every people and every nation." -Louis de Bernières

The war is over. Tobirama ended it when he put his sword through Izuna's center mass.  But where war had united the Senju behind their leader, peace threatened to tear them apart. And who better for the warmongers to look to as a leader than the greatest killer of Uchiha they had ever seen?

There were only two problems with that plan. One, Tobirama would never, ever, betray his elder brother.

Two, he may or may not have a surprisingly not dead Uchiha Izuna in a coma in his guest room, hiding the secret of resurrection that Tobirama needs with everything he is.

Now if only he would wake.

20/23 ;264k

     Tread softly   by   clickingStranger

Explicit.              

Caught up in the slow, incredibly frustrating, exhausting and impossible task of helping to build a village where his clan and his clan's traditional enemies can live together, Tobirama one day stumbles upon a baby. And keeps her.

No one knows how to deal with this, least of all Madara.

This fic is an exploration of power dynamics and non-verbal consent as well as all the levels in which a shinobi, canonically a person who identifies themselves as a "tool", can can tie themselves into knots in the face of their own wants and desires. Rape warning added because the consent issues are strong enough that some readers expressed discomfort. Please read with caution!

9/?; 36k

Founders, gen;

   Without A Softness Showing    by    simkjrs, wyrvel  

2 perspectives on one incident: Izuna using a forbidden jutsu to bond his chakra to a stranger (Tobirama). 

both works are complete with 490k between them. These are my favorite naruto fics.

     The Bear Incident   by   mirrorless  

"A spy," Tobirama repeats slowly, ignoring the unsettled murmurs of the adults around him. "That is indeed a heavy accusation to make. One that, if proven true, leads to even weightier consequences."

The Uchiha child at his feet is trembling so hard that his clenched teeth are chattering with fear.

1/1; 5k

     spare me over another year   by PandaFlower        

Within the Shinigami’s stomach is hell; this much is known even to mere mortals.

Those who are doomed to reside there are said to be condemned to agony, to be pitted against their victims for all time, or until some enterprising soul bearing agendas unknown saw fit to wear the Shinigami’s Mask and free them. A task that first requires knowledge of any of these forbidden topics beyond fear and rumors.

Knowing this intellectually offered not even the slightest buffer to the reality.

The reality was so much more.

1/1; 18k

     Kamikakushi  by   PandaFlower  for  puzzle_shipper      

Tobirama is dearly wishing he'd just sucked it up and slept in a tree. Until he isn't anymore

60/?  86k

     oh, but the revelation of stardust  by  PandaFlower        for neutrons                

What is the world coming to when goddamn aliens give me sympathetic looks about paperwork? It was boggling. Infuriating. Maybe, a smidge validating. Nick Fury resisted the urge to swear and check over his shoulder in case Murphy was lurking.

Not that this Senju Tobirama was their typical extraterrestrial, oh no, guy had to come from a separate dimension in addition to being from a different planet.

crossover; 1/?; 6k

#fic rec #naruto #kakagai #obikaka #gaalee #naruto founders #tobirama #madatobi #ok now im gonna study #these are only the ones I had on my bookmarks #Long post #mip

[demadogs]

2 things:

Argyle will be COMPLETELY stoned the entire season and he'll just think he's on the craziest *trip* that he's ever been on.

Now, can I ask do you like Mileven together or do you ship Byler? Or do you stay out of shipping? Or you don't care who's with who, as long as everyone is happy?

I think Will has a major crush on Mike. Mike loves Will. Like he truly loves Will but just in the general type of love, a platonic type of love. If Mike finds out that Will likes him as more than a friend, I think Mike will handle the situation well. He will try to let Will down easy and then be a supportive best friend, no shaming.

first of all the concept of argyle thinking he’s tripping the entire time is so fucking funny i love that so much.

second, yes i do ship byler and i genuinely do believe it’ll happen. at first after season two i just thought “aw theyd be cute together” but then season three came out and i saw how unhealthy mileven was and all the evidence people shared on here that leaned towards byler and i was like “oh shit theyre actually doing this”. i thought mileven was really cute in season one and when they reunited in season two but then when we saw them as an actual couple they were really rough. i do want every character to be happy but i dont think mileven is right now.

im gonna share the biggest things or evidence that totally convinced me byler is the direction the duffers are heading. this might be long. not trying to be like “YOU MUST SHIP BYLER AND HERES WHY” but you seem nice and open to either so id like to show you what sold me on byler and im curious to hear your opinions on it after you read this. there’s plenty of things that show wills feelings so i’ll focus on mike since you already believe will loves mike.

1. the break up scene vs the rain fight scene

this is the biggest one for me by far. i study film and every color pallet in scenes, every song they choose, even the weather is very much intentional!! the mileven break up is super saturated, in broad daylight, and has a very humorous tone. they couldve easily made this a heartbreaking scene but they chose not to. also theyre not alone its not a moment between just the two of them.

the rain fight on the other hand is the complete opposite. it’s very blue, theres harsh shadows, its pouring rain, and the mood is much more emotional and hurt and they’re alone.

looking at these stills next to each other even if you didnt have the context at all you would be able to tell which interaction is more emotional and means more to the characters.

also look at the difference in mikes face after el and will’s last word. for el he just looks annoyed and for will he looks so hurt.

last point on these two. look at the difference between el and wills reactions to these interactions. i know you said you do believe will loves mike but look at el’s reaction. she doesn’t love him as much as she thinks she does either. why would she be laughing and highfiving?

2. the way the last mileven kiss is framed!!!!

again with the film shit, THIS IS INTENTIONAL. look how mike is not only in a closet, but the door to the closet is perfectly dividing their kiss. this to me convinced me that mikes gay not bi or anything else. some people think he’s bi but they wouldnt have the closet perfectly divide them if he was bi bc that wouldnt be the reason for them breaking up. they could have angled this kiss so many ways if the door wasnt directly in the middle of them i mightve thought it was a coincidence but it is. also not to mention his eyes are wide open, he didnt kiss her back, and he couldnt say he loves her to her face. 

3. this tweet

i dont blame people who dont read into social media posts about byler. i normally dont but like come on why did they tweet this lmao there’s no other meaning to this than implying hes afraid of the idea of liking girls sexually.

those are the biggest things for me personally. theres lots of other shit with wills feelings but i just focused on mike. sorry that was kinda long but id love to hear what you think after this!

#stranger things #byler #byler tumblr #stranger things 4 #eden answers

[your-highnessmarvel]

Always You

Requested by Anonymous: Do you think you could do a prompt where the reader is 20 years younger than Chris and of course happy ending, but he thinks he’s taking away her prime years when he really isn’t and there’s a temporary break before they get back together. (Non famous reader, met at a bar?) please and thank you!

AN: i was watching a star is born when i made this ahahaha so meeting in a bar is thematic here.

Warnings: language

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MASTERLIST

The door of the cab banged shut and you walked away without a last glance, your boots scuffing the gravel. You’d ended in some shit butt town off the border of Boston, and now you needed a drink. The guy you’d been seeing had just dumped you because “things were moving too fast”, and now you needed to drown your anger in some gin. 

The said bar - Jack’s Watering Hole - had a sign hanging off one hinge at the door that read “WE CARD ALL MINORS” and a LED sign flashing ladies night. Well, just your luck. 

This was not how you planned to spend your twentieth birthday night. 

The door opened and out came a draft of cigarette smoke and bad breath. You could barely see when you walked in, what with the low lighting and cloud of smoke curling around your leather jacket. Some guy at the bar turned on his rusty stool to stare at you, belly jutted out under a crumby grey wife-beater. 

There were two women in their thirties standing on six-inch heels by a shitty arcade game, giggling, swaying to the intrinsic music. A few lonely birds had flocked on the other side of the bar, staring into their beers. And a fellow with a Red Sox cap sitting alone in a booth, trying really hard not to stare at you but ultimately failing. 

You walked to the bar and ordered straight fucking gin because this was a shit night. 

“And give me whatever that guy sitting in the booth is having,” you added, watching as the bartender - who wore a sleeveless plaid - looked over your shoulder and shrugged. 

You clicked your nails on the bar as you waited, considering if what you were about to do was a good idea or the dumbest. Who knows? Serial killers are just about around every corner these days.

You took your gin and the stranger’s Budweiser - really? - and handed the bartender his money. You took a breath of good luck and twirled on your heel, headed towards the stranger.

He stared at you with open astonishment as you sat down right in front of him, smiling awkwardly, offering him his beer.

“Rough night?” you opened, mentally stabbing yourself for choosing such a cliche line. 

He smiled. Huffed. He had a full, brown beard that shadowed the bottom half of his jaw. A straight nose. Blue eyes. Handsome. What the hell was a J-Krew model doing in this asscrack of a town, in this bum fuck bar?

“Trying to be unnoticeable,” he said, grabbing the beer you offered him. 

You took of sip of gin. “Can’t really go unnoticed when you look like that,” you confessed. Maybe it was your ex’s betrayal or the lonely one hundred dollars sitting in your bank account or your left tire blowing out, but whatever it was that was giving you this much confidence, you loved it. 

“Look like what?” he asked. He tugged, nervously, at the seam of his black sweater sleeve. 

“Like a god,” you mumbled, dipping your lips into your drink.

“Well,” he laughed, “that’s officially the first time I’ve heard someone refer to me as a god.”

His smile was addicting. His laugh was close to dying over. 

You felt the pinch of attraction in your belly. “What do they refer to you as, then?”

He mimicked being in deep thought. “Hunk,” he said, pointing the tip of his beer at you. “Hollywood’s hottest single.”

Your face went hot. Flames were literally burning under your flesh. 

Hollywood?

“What?”

He smiled knowingly. 

“What?”

You scanned him briefly. He had the military-cut-out body type. The clear as a baby’s butt skin. The clothes with tags like Lacoste and Levi. 

Oh. 

Oh God.

“You’re...” you breathed out, finally putting two and two together. “My God. Chris fucking Evans.”

He threw his head back and laughed. “That’s a hell of an introduction,” he laughed. Holy Christ in Heaven, his laugh was like a waterfall of gold. 

Your face was hot. “I’m so sorry,” you said. “It barely registered. I’ve been having the shittiest week of my life.”

“Boyfriend?”

“Ex,” you corrected. “But also my boss smells like hotdog water. Oh, and my ex left a bunch of skidmarked underwear in my room. My left tire blew out. I can’t seem to save up any money. And I’m being kicked out of my apartment if I can’t get rid of my cat.”

Chris frowned, shaking his head. “Animals before anything,” he said, taking a sip. “I get that.”

“Yeah, as if I’d give away Looney Tunes for a three and a half with barely any hot water.”

“I know a few apartment blocks near my house that allow animals,” he said, slowly taking a sip. 

Your brow rose. “Am I about to know the super secret location of a celebrity’s house?”

Chris laughed. “If you want, you could come over for tea,” he suggested, cheeks pink.

Your mouth fell open. “You drink tea?”

“Of course.”

“We need to get married right away,” you deadpanned.

Chris roared with laughter, left-boob-grabbing and all. 

By the time the night ended, your number was in Chris’s phone and you were on your way to his house

TWO YEARS LATER

You took your bags from the bed, trying to keep the feeling of dread from crawling up and out of your throat.

“You’re okay?” he asked, sitting in the corner, elbows on his knees. 

You couldn’t look at him. You couldn’t comprehend the idea that he was letting you go, that you would never see him again. The hurt crawled through your ribs and bled into your lungs. 

“No,” you said, keeping a sob in your throat. “I just don’t...” you trailed off, sighing. 

Chris got up, smoothing his hands on his pants. “I just think it’s better this way,” he whispered.

Your eyes snapped to his, teary-eyed, cheeks blotchy. “Better?” you gritted. “Better!?”

“Y/N,” he said, calmly. “You’re twenty-two. I’m forty. Do you not see that I’m doing this for you?”

“Oh, right, the righteous older man,” you grumbled.

“No,” he sighed. “I’m just trying to not take away the best years of your life.”

“These were the best years of my life because of you!” you exclaimed, tears spilling hot over your cheeks. 

You saw the strain in his face, the strain to remain stoic. “You should be out with your friends, in bars, in clubs, staying out late and eating takeout half-asleep, drunk as hell. Not here at nine in the evening, curling up in a face mask with me. Not here, every night, reading.”

“God,” you groaned, throwing your hands up. “You really can’t see that this is what I want. You are what I want. I don’t care that I’m missing out. I don’t want to go out until 4 am, drunk off my ass, every night.”

Chris shook his head. 

You blew out a breath. “I see,” you whispered. “You’ve made up your mind.”

You picked up your bags, not letting him have the last word, and stormed out of his room, of his house, not even saying goodbye to Dodger.

SIX MONTHS LATER

“Ericka!” you called. No answer. “Ericka! Do you have my hair straightener!?”

You stormed across the flat, coming to your roommate’s door, knocking. 

“No! Go away!”

She wasn’t just your roommate, but also your best friend.

After Chris had all but broken your heart, she’d offered a place in her apartment. She’d also held you every night as you cried, stroking your hair. She’d also talked you out of calling Chris, or texting him, or sending him some cryptic letter with a bunch of cut-out magazine letters. 

“Oh my God, you have it!?” you yelled, storming into her room. She was running across her bed, the said item in her left hand. 

“NO, LEAVE!”

You ran across the room, trying to tackle her.

“GIVE IT BACK!”

Someone yelled. Ericka fell off the bed. She kicked you by accident in the ribs and you fell off the bed, knocking your head harshly against the floor. It made a sickening thud and you momentarily went blind.

Ericka yelled. “Oh my God!”

When you came too, you were strapped to stretcher, a paramedic telling you not to fall asleep. But you did. 

You don’t know how long you were out, but when you awaoke, there was a doctor there.

“Hello Miss,” she said, smiling broadly. “I’m just going to shine a light in your eyes, okay?” 

You nodded, groggy, looking around. 

She shone the light in your eyes, humming, seeming content and unalarmed by what she saw. 

“So looks like you had a little concussion from your fall,” she said. “We’ll keep you here overnight, just to make sure you’re all right.”

“Um, okay,” you muttered. “Can I get water?”

“Of course, I’ll send a nurse.” She got up. “Someone is here to see you. Are you willing?”

You frowned. It was probably Ericka. “Sure.”

But it wasn’t your best friend to walk into your room. 

And it’s at that moment, when Chris walked in, that you realized you were in a private room. You didn’t have that kind of money....

“Y/N,” Chris sighed, rushing to your bedside, his voice laced with worry. 

Your mouth moved, a rising tide of something coming up in your throat. God, even after six months, you were still so in love with him. 

His warm fingers grazed your cheek and you flinched, realizing you probably had a bruise. 

“God, I was so worried,” he said, eyes searching yours. “Does your head hurt?”

You sat up, straightening your neck. “Chris,” you said, tone harsh. You saw the way he inched away, hands going into his pockets. “You... you broke up with me. What are you doing here?”

The question hit. He put his hand to his mouth, sighing, sitting on the edge of the bed and hanging his head. 

“I didn’t... I didn’t break up with you. I just... set you free.” He sighed heavily, shaking his head slowly. “And I regret it. I wish I could take it back, Y/N.”

You frowned. “You... you set me free?”

Tears gathered behind your lashes.

When he rose his head and saw the tears, he reached out and wiped his thumb under your eye, stopping the fresh tears from staining your skin. 

“No,” he whispered, his own blue eyes glinting. “I was a complete idiot. I shouldn’t...” He didn’t dare finish that sentence.

“But you did,” you said, biting your lip. 

He looked up, breathing in, looking around the room. “So, how did you get in here?” he asked. “Did you forget how to walk down the stairs or something?”

You laughed. The surprised yourself and giggled. Then you thought twice and covered your mouth with your hand. 

Chris smiled softly. “Missed that,” he rasped. 

“I ran after Ericka cause she stole my hair straightener, then she kicked me in the ribs and I fell.”

Chris chuckled. “I remember how savage you get when your things are misplaced.”

You smiled, reminiscing on that time Chris did some cleaning and put your elastics in another drawer and you lost it. 

Chris reached out and tentatively took your hand. “Y/N, I just... I’ll leave right after, but I want you back.”

The admission was so raw, so honest and cold, that you just stared at him. 

“If that’s not what you want, I promise, I will walk out and you will never see me again.”

You nodded, biting your lip, eyes cast down to avoid shedding more tears. 

The bed dipped as Chris got to his feet, the smell of him lingering long after he’d left.

You dropped your head into your hands, sigh turning into a sob. 

A few minutes passed, your heart beating erratically in your chest. 

“Dammit,” you mumbled, grabbing your phone. 

You pressed on the contact info you still kept despite Ericka telling you to delete it. 

He picked up on the first ring. 

“Get back in here and help me get my hair done,” you ordered.

There was a soft chuckle. “Anything for you, baby,” Chris said, and you heard him laughing in the hallway.  

#chris evans #chris evansxyou #chris evansxreader #chris evansxyn #chris evans x reader #chris evans x you #chris evans imagine #chris evans oneshot #fluff #angst

[levis-bathtub]

Some weird headcanons and vibe readings and stuff no one asked for

Lucifer:

Can't ride a bike. He says he just doesn't like riding them but he really just never learned

Can't grow a beard. Like at all.

Probably near sighted but chooses not to wear glasses or contacts

Strikes me as the type of person to just. Not go to the doctor? Like ever?

Mammon:

Colorblind

Pissed off a goose once and is now terrified of geese. Understandably.

Probably scared of horses too. They're too big. He doesn't like them.

Fucking sticks gum under the desk

Probably really likes animated movies

Really good at foosball (I think it's called table soccer in other places?)

I wanna see him wear a beanie. I think he'd look cute.

Leviathan:

Can't wink. He just kind of like blinks one eye at a time.

Looks like he can't swim. I know he's a sea monster but he just kind of has that vibe? Like the kid who cries whenever he walks too far into a pool and his feet lift off the bottom. That vibe.

Really likes those girly desserty scented lotions/hand sanitizers but is too embarrassed to ask for some so he'll just stare longingly until someone offers it to him

Satan:

Sneezes. Just. Into the open. Those big giant old man sneezes.

Writes post-it note reminders for himself, but they're super vague so he just has notes with shit like "Ask Beel about *illegible scribble*" and "Buy thing" all over his room

Because of his vague note taking skills he just does the whole "Well if I can't remember it, it must not be important" thing and just... never does anything about it. He can't even remember to take the post-it notes down.

"I don't work here but yeah I'll help you"

Asmodeus:

Collects things. From small things like candles and knickknacks, to whole ass clocks and lamps and shit

Can never figure out how much to tip so he just leaves how ever much he thinks they deserve (which is always way too much but who's complaining?)

"Hey, MC, share a locker with me 🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰"

Locker is full of random decor and photos and those little white boards and has literally no room for MC's things

"Wait why are you moving back to your locker 😟"

You know why.

Beelzebub:

Type of guy to just never go to a barber. He cuts his own hair. Sometimes it's ugly but he does the whole "Well I can't see the back of my head so I don't care" thing. You should. It's a disaster.

Sunscreen who?

"Hey, can I borrow a pencil?" *chews the shit out of it*

Also the one guy in class who's pen always explodes. Like??? How does that keep happening? I've never had a pen explode on me before??? How does he do it???

Belphegor:

Unkempt eyebrows

Like. Really unkempt.

Not a headcanon or anything but he'd look super hot in glasses

Just fucking smacks things whenever they're not working as if that's helping at all

Would be really artsy if he wasn't so lazy. Same.

Diavolo:

Excessively polite to NPCs while playing video games

Just apologizing left and right and crying after hurting characters that don't even exist

(I'm projecting can you tell)

Really wants to try dyeing his hair but Barbatos keeps talking him out of it

Let the man experiment, Barbatos

Really good at bar games. Like poker and darts and billiards and stuff

I think he'd look hot with a 5 o'clock shadow but that might just be me

Barbatos:

Does the "I'm invested in this TV show but I refuse to acknowledge it so instead of sitting down I'll just stand next to the couch with my hands behind my back for an upsettingly long period of time" dad thing.

Really into trains

Gives off the vibe that he knows how to grill really well but is actually just kind of average at it.

I feel like he's really into rom-coms, but not the good ones. He just likes laughing at bad movies and thinks they're more entertaining than actually good movies.

I don't know anything about weed but I feel like Barbatos smokes weed. Probably with Solomon. Or maybe because of Solomon. Solomon can be stressful to deal with.

Solomon:

Gives me "Chaotic neutral dad chaperoning an elementary school field trip" vibe.

Probably has a lot of skills that he just... never uses? Like playing the saxophone? Knife throwing? Juggling? He's lived a long life and gets bored easily. He has a lot of time to learn a lot if things.

Just. Likes to set things on fire.

Likes the smell of gasoline.

Simeon:

I don't know if canon Simeon would be into drinking alcohol, but human AU Simeon would be super into fancy wines and champagne and stuff

Probably knows a lot about cheeses too? Both in canon and human AU.

Throws those really relaxing parties. Like Christmas parties, cocktail parties, movie nights.

Just really domestic and wholesome and relaxing to be around.

Really likes owls.

Luke:

Little kid cough

And chugging a bottle of water hella loud

As someone with ADHD, Luke has ADHD. I'm not sorry, I do make the rules.

I feel like he's really into antique stuff? Like old toys and stuffed animals and posters. Stuff that's cute and childish but with a hint of retro aesthetic.

Also into flowers. Like arranging bouquets and wreaths, flower language, stuff like that. He just likes pretty things, ok?

#obey me #obey me! #obey me memes #obey me! shall we date? #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me leviathan #obey me asmodeus #obey me satan #obey me beel #obey me beelzebub #obey me belphie #obey me belphegor #obey me diavolo #obey me barbatos #obey me simeon #obey me solomon #obey me luke #shall we date #obey me headcanons

[waltnut]

Hey!! Do you have any more lore ideas of the demon bros in their level 3/4 states? Your last post was really interesting!! :)

I do have some that’s kinda dark? Maybe even kind of NSFW-ish? I’m not sure how you’d categorize it but here it is anyway.

I’ve had this idea of when the “heat season” comes around and what is needed to be done to protect MC. This is in no way what I think happens EVERY TIME heat season comes around just an idea that I had in my head for a concept. I’ve read many wonderful Headcanons for the heat seasons for the brothers and they are all way more thought out than this lol.

The idea is that for MC’s protection, it has been tasked to keep the brothers locked up in their room or a specific location until the heat has passed. The scenario is that this is the first time MC has been there for it and Barbatos is explaining to them and showing them what is needed to be done. There are seals in every room to keep them from breaking out, for example. The seals are made for that specific demon and do not affect MC or other demons. Most of them are in Level 4 during this time but will phase into Level 3 to try to manipulate MC into letting their guard down. Each demon is given something to keep the desire at bay. If they stop receiving these things they will go into a rage.

Assume they are in Level 4 unless stated. This is specifically the brothers...Read more below.

Lucifer - Locked in his room

Mc is not allowed even on the same floor as Lucifer during this time. It is said his power and influence can affect a large radius and should you get too close, you will feel unconsciously drawn to him or where he is.

There is a seal on his door to keep him in.

You will hear nothing behind his door, it is as if no one is home.

He stalks around in his room in Level 4, with all his lights off. Ashamed of himself and his lack of control.

If he knows MC is close, or if he can no longer resist, he is able to project illusions of this form throughout the house to Lure MC or scare MC into heading closer to him. You would see these out of the corner of your eye, or red eyes in the shadows of a silhouette of a giant goat man.

Should MC enter his room, the seal does not react to humans and opening the door does not break the seal, MC will be stuck in here until it’s over. Have fun dealing with a scary goat demon in the dark.

Music is needed to keep him calm. If no music is played he will use his illusions more to terrorize others on the outside and become violent if approaching his physical form.

Mammon - Locked away in his room, in a secret cellar type room that is accessible only through his room. It’ll

To get to him, there is a door in the back of his room, that only appears for this season, magic or something. It leads down a spiral staircase where the walls are stone and you come to a large stone room that is lit by conches and it’s filled with gold and treasure and the like. It’s a dragon’s den. And it’s separated by a wall of decorative bars keeping MC on one side and the dragon on the other.

The seal is on the bars and touching the bars would repel him. But MC can touch them and stick a hand through.

He lays on his treasure and gold objects which will stick to his leathery parts on his wings and the underside of his tail and belly.

Nests of treasures, tapestry and fancy rugs are also used as paddings for his nests. There are items from ancient times, which you could only assume he’s had for centuries and his hoard has only grown since then.

If MC enters this chamber he will transform to level 3 and offer his treasures to them. He will also pout and guilt to keep MC there with him.

Treasure is given to him every hour to keep him happy. He transforms back into level 4 in a fit and will destroy his piles of treasures out of anger and upset if they choose to leave him.

If MC chooses to stay, he will dress them in his treasures and make nests for them.

Leviathan - Sealed in his large aquarium tank. Did you think it was built for the fishes?

The only light source comes from the fish tank and TVs. You can see a giant dark mass inside the tank wrapping around everything inside. It has pulsating glowing orange orbs on its form.

There are Tv’s set up in front of the glass. A lot of them. All of them are anime. There are also a lot of plushies floating in the water. To keep him company, Barbatos would say. These objects keep him calm.

If MC approaches he will turn into Level 3 and press himself against the glass with the most sad eyes. He will use words to manipulate MC into feeling guilty for him being alone and to stay there with him and watch all the shows.

If you stay too long in this room you will hear an eerie whale type song in the back of your mind. It seems to make you dizzy and makes you want to stay with him. Maybe you just might jump in the water. Who needs to breathe anyway? He probably has a solution for that.

If MC chooses to leave he will turn back into Level 4 sea monster and wail the saddest deep sea song and slam his huge body against the glass. Hopefully it stays in tact.

Satan - Locked in his room.

A green glowing wall seal separates the door area from the rest of his room. It has a shimmering flame affect but you can see through it.

His room is trashed. Books ripped to shreds, book cases fallen over, small flecks of green flame and ash are scattered on the piles.

He remains in Level 4 even if MC is in the room. And he is not nice. He is mean. He will scream and yell and swear profanities at them, and especially Barbatos since Barbatos will not let Mc go alone. He will say down right terrible things out of anger and frustration.

If MC expresses any type of upset, it’s possible Satan might notice. If he does, he will lower his voice and approach. He will apologize and begin to try to convince Mc to stay with him and read all the books.

If he is refused he will slam on the sealed wall furiously and monstrous screaming continues. His flames in his body are strong and bright.

Books are given to him every half hour as well as audiobooks of plays from every language to keep him calm.

Asmodeus - Sealed in his room, but an altered version of reality.

His room is separated by a clear glass wall with an invisible seal. On the other side there are mirrors everywhere. It’s like a fun house with how they are not in any uniform pattern. Some are cracked and broken.

There is pillows and blankets and a giant bed where there isn’t mirrors.

The mirrors are used to keep his morale low, showing his reflection in his level 4 state causes a depression to keep him from wanting to pursue others, as he is the avatar of Lust and is the most insatiable during this season.

If MC is in the room, he will actually scream and refuse for them to see him. If MC can convince for Asmodeus to show himself, he will come close to the glass barrier and black tear lines would be streaming down his face.

He will show himself in Level 3 to them to convince MC to stay and keep him company. Something about wanting to see them from every angle with all these mirrors?

If refused he will start to break the mirrors around him. The magically repair themselves eventually.

Other demons like succubi/incubi are sent to him to keep his appetite lower. But he will always prefer MC over them.

Beelzebub - Locked in a giant meat freezer storage near the kitchen.

It’s very cold in here, and there are animal carcasses hanging from meat hooks everywhere. Even things you never seen before. It’s a large cold room with tile.

Bars separate you from the monster in the middle of the room. He sits on a pile of meat and flesh, sounds of tearing can be heard. But also the raffling of chains. The bars are not enough to hold him. There are seals on the bars and metal cuffs attached to his wrists and ankles.

Steam can be seen coming off the monster form Beelzebub.

Once MC enters, he will come launch himself towards them but the chains catch him and hold him away. Barbatos will allow MC to throw him some meat but to use a rod to stick it through, like some zoo keeper feeding a lion.

It was said they didn’t start using the chains until one time he broke out and went on a feeding spree. I won’t get into details about that.

He speaks in very few words. “Closer.” Or “Stay.” are usually what he’ll snort at MC. He stares at them, licking his lips. You don’t know if it’s lust or hunger or both.

He doesn’t put up much a fuss if MC leaves, as the food is enough to occupy him.

Food fed to him by the hundreds is needed to keep him from raging.

Belphegor - Locked back up in the attic.

There is a wall of black smoke/fog that hides the rest of the room. It has light flecks off white in them, like stars.

Red eyes stare at you from inside the fog. They disappear and reappear somewhere else.

Barbatos tells you to not touch the smoke. Do not. Ever. Touch the smoke.

Level 3 arms of Belphie can reach out from the smoke to grab you.

His voice is soft and sweet but his words are not. He tells you he is always with you when you sleep. He can see your dreams. He is in them. It’s the way he says these things that are unsettling.

He can disperse the fog enough to show himself to you. He can change the fog to look like space and galaxies to entice MC to want to stay and experience it.

He will guilt trip MC, saying they’re the reason he’s here and they owe him. They need to make it up to him. He can forgive them if they stay.

If he is refused, a wave of tiredness will wash over MC. Barbatos must always accompany them and he is able to take them away before anything happens.

Incense smoke is needed to keep him calm and sedated.

Now you may be thinking...What about Barbatos?? Isn’t he affected by the season?? To that he replies...

“Oh yes, but my constitution is much stronger than the rest.”

Then perhaps you may be wondering about Lord Diavolo. To which he replies...

“It’s best you don’t set foot in the castle. Better yet, just stay in here in the house, where it’s much safer.”

#text post #monster boyfriend #obey me headcanons #long post #obey me

[biolizardboils]

The Sonic movies have gotten me curious about the game lore, but I’ve never played a sonic game since they aren’t really the type of games I’m normally into gameplay wise so idk

oh thats great!! the struggle is real, ive chosen to learn about lots of games instead of playing them, Sonic and otherwise. luckily for you, there's three great ways to do just that:

Watch cutscene compilations on YouTube! So many people do this that there's lots to choose from nowadays. In some games the characters have important (or at least flavorful) dialogue during gameplay, so if you see it, don’t skip past it. Most of these videos are an hour long, so get some food and make it a movie night!

Read Sonic News Network and Sonic Retro! These are by far the most expansive Sonic resources on the internet. I'd say the former site is more helpful than the latter in terms of Lore, though there's a few exceptions I'll explain further below. Anyway, I suggest starting with SNN's page on the series as a whole, to get a feel of how the games' universe "works". At the bottom, there's a collapsed widget reading "Navigation templates to Sonic the Hedgehog series". The first two lists in there contain nearly every lore-important game: read those in order, and you should be set!

Read the Encyclo-speed-ia! Okay, I only recommend this one if you find the Wiki format distracting and have at least $50 to spare. It’s got some minor lore goofs, but it gives precise, yet detailed summaries of all the plots that require such. I own a copy, but it came out less than six months ago so I won’t be making or sharing a full scan. I can, however, transcribe certain sections and DM them to you if you ask nicely enough

here's some extra tips that I wish I'd known starting out, feel free to ignore them if you’re here for a good time and not a long one:

Almost all the games “happened” in a single timeline that matches their order of release. The few exceptions are Mania (which takes place in the Classic era) and some next-door neighbors that can be swapped around without changing much. No Zelda-style clownery here!

Some games are non-canon for various reasons. These include being alternate takes of canon games (8-bit Sonic 1 and 2), Sega declaring them so and reintroducing its characters later (Knuckles’ Chaotix), being developed by different studios and borrowing from other canons (Spinball, Chronicles). Feel free to skip them... or look into them anyway, because they’re still interesting in their own right!

Like many Japanese franchises this old, the older games were subject to regional rewrites and honest mistranslations. When in doubt, assume the Japanese script or text is the canon one. This comes into play the most in two areas:

The Classic Era Quadrilogy (1, 2, CD, 3 & Knuckles). Since elaborate cutscenes weren’t possible yet, the specifics of these games’ plots were written in their manuals. These were changed for Western audiences, but the Japanese ones can be read in English on Sonic Retro. Click on their titles at the start of this bullet point, then scroll down a bit!

Sonic Adventure 2. This game has possibly the most nuanced script and lore of them all, but it came out when game dubs were still often sub-par. If there’s any one Sonic game to watch subbed, it’s this one. If you go the YouTube route, look up “sonic adventure 2 retranslated cutscenes” and you should be good.

Don’t neglect the handheld and spinoff games! They’re on separate lists in that SNN widget, but more of them are canon than meets the eye! The ones with the most impact are the Advance trilogy, Battle, and the Rush duology in vaguely that order. There’s also the first two Riders games (the third one doesn’t introduce much lore) and the Storybook Series, which are self-contained but beloved studies of Sonic as a character.

In the series' first 15 years, every mainline game’s story was somewhat connected and built meaningfully upon the last. After the low reception of games like Shadow the Hedgehog (2005) and Sonic ‘06, this kind of storytelling was scaled back in Unleashed, then dropped altogether by Colors. The games that have come out since then have been standalone adventures without much lore between them. I’m not saying they’re not worth checking out, I just want to explain what happened since you might notice the change while reading/watching.

this came out way longer than expected oops fghjghjh. best of luck on your pilgrimage!! if you have any other questions, im all ears!! (also anyone else is free to add to this post if i missed something!)

#pewycert #sonic the hedgehog #sth #sonic games #sonic lore #wtf else do i tag this as i really dont know #ask #asks #not just me talking #me talking

[judeswhore]

I LOVE your Wren Mount posts. She is such a sweet little Girl. Can i have one where Mason and the reader are choosing Wren's Name after the Birth and maybe a middle Name that represent there relationship. (Maybe place where there first kiss or the first flowers Mason gives the reader, something like that.) thank you so much.

the bird and the flower - mason mount

You and Mason had chosen your daughters name pretty early on in your pregnancy, you'd gone through lists and lists of names, books and TV shows acting as inspiration but at first nothing seemed right. None of those names seemed like ones that would match the little girl you were slowly growing inside of you, her name needed to be perfect, it needed to fit.

It was a few weeks after you’d found out the gender, Mason had been asking everyone he knew for their input on baby names, he’d called Jaz late one night and asked what made her choose “Summer” but you were both still drawing up blanks. You were really starting to think you baby was going to grow up nameless or, as joked by Mason, Ronnie, then he could call her Rondaldo. That had gotten him a punch to the shoulder and the silent treatment for the rest of the night.

Choosing a baby name had officially become the most difficult part of your pregnancy and you were certain even the birth itself would be easier.

“Y/N, sweetheart, I know you’re in full on mother mode lately and I love you but I really need you to stop feeding the birds in the garden.” Mason grumbled from beside you on the bed, it was almost 5AM, the sun just starting to rise and the two of you should still be asleep but the incessant twittering of the birds in the back garden bushes had woken you yet again.

There were a nest of little tiny birds settled in the far corner and for the past two weeks you’d been leaving seeds for them and had even bought a bird bath while Mason was at training. He understood that your hormones were raging and you wanted to mother everything in sight but you could have at least chosen something a little quieter. You’d miss enough sleep when your actual baby arrived, you needed to get as much as possible in now while you still could.

You kicked the duvet off you, ignoring Mason’s complaints at the cold and then padded over to the bedroom windows, gaze latching on to the early morning sunshine filtering over the grass. “I can’t stop feeding them, they’ll die.”

“They’re birds, Y/N, they’ll find worms, just like they were doing before you found them.” You ignored his tone, watching the two little birds drinking from the water basin. You weren’t entirely sure why you were so intent on looking after them, you never cared much for birds before but Mason was convinced it was pregnancy doing it, your maternal instincts kicking into gear.

“What type of bird are they?”

“How would I know?”

“Google it.” You turned to see his eye-roll, the sheets slipping passed his waist as he leant over to grab his phone, typing away while he was still half hanging over the edge of the bed. You let the curtain fall back into place, the streaks of sunlight disappearing off Mason’s face so the long shadow cast by his lashes also left.

“Okay, so, they’re not robins or magpies..” He trailed off and you joined him back on the bed, your chin propped on his shoulder so you could see his screen. “So I think that makes them Wrens. Yeah.” He nodded his head, letting his phone thump back down on the counter so he could settle on his back.

He tried to pull you into him, fingers clasping your hip but you were staring towards the window, a soft smile curving your lips and Mason frowned, lightly tapping your chin. "What's this look for?"

"Wren." You stated, gaze snapping to his, your smile growing as you let that new and potential name roll off your tongue. Mason, still half asleep, furrowed his eyebrows and cocked his head.

"Wrens." He told you, placing unnecessary emphasis on the plural but you shook your head, placing a hand on your very tiny bump as Mason settled himself up on his elbows.

"No, Wren. I like the name Wren for her." Realisation clicked and you watched that same look you'd had wash over his features, his eyes flickering to your covered bump. He grinned and copied your nod before flopping back down on to his pillow.

"Wren Mount. It's pretty."

Wren’s middle name wasn’t even a suggestion, Mason gave her it the second he held her in his arms and that was it, there was no discussion involved. He was sat in the chair by the bed, minutes after you’d given birth, Wren wrapped up in a blanket as he held her against his chest.

You’d never seen him look so consumed by something, he was completely enamoured with her the second he saw her and the way he looked at her was something you wanted to remember forever. He was mumbling softly to her about how happy he was to finally meet her, his fingers delicately brushing the side of her face.

“She’s the most precious thing I’ve ever seen. You’re beautiful, aren’t you baby? Gonna be the prettiest little girl in the world.” Mason pressed the very tip of his fingers against the tiny palm of her hand, tears forming at the backs of his eyes when she curled her fingers around it.

He glanced at you as you laid with you head against the pillow, turned to the side to face him and sent you the softest most loving smile. “I think her middle name should be Iris.”

“Wren Iris Mount.”

“Wren like the bird, Iris like the flower.” You have a light little laugh, careful not to startle the new born being rocked across from you.

“They were the first bunch of flowers you ever bought me.” Mason nodded, gaze flickering back to his daughter and you knew even from the very few first moments that Mason was never going to let Wren go. She’d become his world in mere moments of being on Earth.

“I know. It makes her name more significant. A piece of my favourite person within my other favourite person. It’s perfect.”

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[daphnedirose]

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Viktor x Female! reader | SFW | 2.5k words| Viktor never liked balls or crowded places, but he can't help but enjoy your company while dancing.

Viktor had never been someone who enjoyed much being or interacting in crowded places, and that's how it's been since he can remember. Socializing wasn't one of his strengths, but he managed to do it when forced to... just like now. Jayce asked him to accompany him to one of the balls hosted by Counselor Medarda, with the excuse of seeing a drunk Professor Heimerdinger; the thought got him curious, so he accepted.

He regretted it as soon as he stepped into the ballroom. There were too many people, more than he thought, and all of them wanted to talk and dance with Jayce.

At first, he tried to help Viktor start a conversation, introducing him to some patrons for their research and making jokes with his natural charisma, but when his eyes laid on Mel Medarda, Viktor knew that his friend's priorities were already taken.

He managed to sneak away from the conversation between Jayce and Mel, since he had enough with listening to him talk about her while working together in the lab. With the help of his cane, he sat down in one of the luxurious couches the room had, watching couples dancing in the middle of the dance-floor and groups of friends laughing at each other's jokes; he would've loved to feel comfortable in that environment, but it was difficult for him. A bunch of people looking directly at him wasn't much of his liking.

Perhaps if I wasn't so shy, or if it wasn't for my leg...

He sighed, turning his head towards the exit.

Jayce won't notice if I leave now, the exit is pretty close and-

"Viktor?"

He'd recognize that voice anywhere.

There you were, showing that bright smile that always showed up when his name left your lips, wearing an ocean blue dress that was molded into your body to perfection. You worked together on the Atlas Gauntlets prototype since you had tons of knowledge in the mining and geology field. You worked together in his lab for months, enough for Viktor to catch feelings for you: the way you hugged him joyfully when the prototype's equations turned out right, the light touch of your hand above his to cheer him up, the glow in your face anytime you talked about a precious stone you liked or about the plans you had for the future. You were like a ray of light, and Viktor had lived in the shadows for way too long.

Your smile got a little wider when you noticed a particular spark in Viktor's amber eyes while he contemplated you in that dress. You choose it because it was the same color as the Hextech gemstones you worked with every day in the lab, after all, as a geology researcher, you'd been fascinated by them. The beam that escaped Viktor's lips made you realize he noticed the subtle detail.

"Is this seat taken?" You asked, holding two champagne glasses in your hands.

"Not at all, take a seat." He replied, giving you a space next to him on the couch.

You sat next to him, maybe a little closer than he expected, and you couldn't help but feel satisfied when you noticed the minuscule trembling that ran through his body because of the proximity. You lifted u one of the glasses you had, offering it to him; to your surprise, Viktor accepted it with an intrigued look, drinking from it while he turned his eyes to the crowd.

"I thought you weren't fond of these events." You commented, drinking from your champagne glass. Viktor couldn't help but stare at your lips, red wine lipstick on top of them, leaving a lipstick stain on the glass you held. He was nervous, you could tell by the way he fidgetted with his champagne.

"To be honest, I don't think I fit in this type of environment." He let out a soft chuckle, looking down.

He was wearing a beige suit with tiny golden details that matched his eyes attractively, along with a black tie and his soft brown hair a little combed. He could blend easily in this ball, but there was something that made him stand out from the rest of the rich and materialistic people in the room, something in his nature that you couldn't point out precisely, but you found it fascinating. Perhaps it was the eyebags that were starting to form under his eyes, or his long finger with subtle calluses, obtained from working on the lab, either way, knowing these tiny details showed he was one of the few people in the place who had to work hard to get to his position, while still being humble about it, made you watch him as the most beautiful man in the room.

You grazed gently the tip of our fingers on the back of his hand, making him stare at you with a faint blush decorating his pale skin.

"It's not about fitting in, but about enjoying the moment..." there it was again, your beautiful glowing face, not caused by the lights in the room but by a passion that Viktor couldn't quite put into words. "It's about living, while we still can".

You faced Viktor once again, whose smirk didn't leave unnoticed. Suddenly, a burst of loud laughter filled the room, making you both turn your heads to look who caused it: it was Jayce, who just made a great joke, surrounded by ten people who laughed by his side.

"Seems like someone's enjoying the night." You chuckled

Viktor sighed, looking at his friend with a sad smile.

"People tend to feel drawn towards someone bright."

You frowned at his comment while giving him a nostalgic gaze that he couldn't see since his eyes got lost in the crowd. He didn't get it, did he? How important he was for Piltover, for Jayce... For you. Viktor, who had the brightest mind and a heart kind enough to search for alternatives to make life better, in both Piltover and the Undercity, was someone worth admiring.

"That's half true" you finished your drink like it was a shot, receiving a confused expression on Viktor's face, "but it is also true that the majority of people stay with the first spark they can find, unknowing the fact that, if they looked under the surface, they would find something way more valuable. For example, I found you, I can't think of anything worth more than that."

Viktor stared at you surprised, but you noticed his amber eyes shine like they never had before. Did you really think that way about him? His heart skipped a beat while he repeated your sincere words over and over inside his head.

You smiled, before standing up from the couch.

"I believe everyone has their time in the spotlight as long as who's watching you wants to pay attention." You extended your hand towards him in an almost playful way. "Want to follow me?"

Giving you a soft smirk while laying his eyes on yours, he held your hand, melting you inside by the delicate touch.

"Always."

With help of his cane and still holding your hand, he followed you while you guided him to a large balcony that bestowed you both a precious view of the whole city, decorated with some white flowers that stood out under the moonlight. Without letting go of his hand, you raised your gaze towards the moon, noticing the shine was concentrated in the middle of the balcony, so you guided Viktor there. The music in the ballroom could still be heard clearly, whereas the voices inside the room weren't quite audible. It was perfect.

You turned your body in Viktor's direction, who held his breath because of the view you gifted him unknowingly. Your silhouette, hugged by the blue dress, while the soft night breeze moved the front strands of your hair, which was illuminated, along your everything, by the white moonlight.

The most beautiful thing Viktor had ever seen in his life was the Hextech cristal's blue sparkles when him and Jayce managed to stabilize them in Professor Heimerdinger's studio; that, combined with the freedom he felt while floating in the air that day, was the most gorgeous and precious experience he'd ever lived, but staring at you right now made him feel like never before, making his feelings a lovely mess. He had never seen someone as divine as you, and he felt honored to be the one you were looking at right then and there.

"Come on, dance with me." You said, pulling him closer to you with the hand that still held his, making him trip a little with his cane.

Viktor looked at you confused "I... Don't think that would be a good idea, as you can see." He looked down at his cane.

"You can lay on me and put your foot above mine so your leg won't get hurt, I'll guide you" you assured him confidently, putting his cane on the floor.

Viktor didn't have a choice but to lay on you and put his foot above yours, making sure he didn't press his whole weight on you (even tho it wasn't much). While his left hand still held yours, you put his right hand on your waist and yours on his shoulder, slightly laying his weight on your chest.

You danced to the rhythm of the music that still played in the ballroom, but you noticed Viktor had his eyes on his feet still, worried about making you uncomfortable with his weight.

"Viktor." the call of his name made him shake his head a little and he looked at you with an expectant expression, even tho he was taller than you, you couldn't help but find him adorable "Please look at me. The moon makes your spotlight right now, ¿would you let me watch you?"

"There's not really much to watch" he mumbled.

"That's strange" you replied, tracing your fingertips from his shoulder to his cheek, cupping it softly in your hand while staring at his golden eyes, "cause I'm staring mesmerized to someone wonderful."

A genuine soft smile escaped Viktor's lips. He put his hand above the one you had on his cheek, pulling you closer to him. He closed his eyes and leaned his face on the palm of your hand, delighted by the warm touch. Your heart razed while looking at him, so gentle and alluring at the same time; you were undoubtedly enamored by him, you couldn't deny it.

Taking your hand to his slips, Viktor left a chase kiss on your palm. When he opened his eyes again, he found your flushed face and an adoration gaze given only to him. He smiled with endearment, laying his forehead on yours while wrapping your waist with his arms, you did the same around his neck, maintaining the sweet eye contact.

"If that's so, please, don't stop looking at me."

You wouldn't do that, even if he hadn't asked you.

You began guiding the dance between you both, admiring every single detail of his face, sighing at the beautiful view he gave you.

Viktor never enjoyed having the crowd's eyes on him, but it was different with you; you looked beneath his surface, yearning not only for Viktor, Jayce's scientific partner, but for Viktor, the man. He brushed your face with his eyes while dancing, asking himself how someone so heavenly could be able to see so much in someone like him. His gaze stopped at your lips, leaving him hypnotized.

The music stopped a little later, indicating the ball came to an end. You kindly stopped moving, and, for the first time since your dance began, you looked away from Viktor's eyes, moving it towards his slips. You cupped both sides of his face in your hands, pulling him close to you, giving him a soft kiss on the lips.

It was brief, but the amount of feelings that overwhelmed Viktor by it made him wish it was eternal. You pulled away slowly, caressing his right cheek with your thumb, witnessing the craving and desiring look Viktor was giving you.

You smiled and picked his cane from the floor, handing it to him so he could support himself.

"Thank you for tonight, Viktor. You shined the brightest."

You looked at him for the last time before coming back inside the ballroom and leaving the place. Viktor's eyes never left your way.

With a smirk on his face, the product of everything that happened that night, Viktor went inside the ballroom, bumping into an energetic and kind of drunk Jayce, who greeted him with a kind slap on his back.

"It was a beautiful night, was it not?" He asked with a wide smile.

Viktor sighed, remembering the glow in your eyes and the sweet taste of your lips.

"Indeed." He sighed again, his sparkling eyes lost on the door where you left: "Truly divine."

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Hello everyone! I feel a little nervous posting this ngl, but I hope you enjoyed! I have more ideas to write, if you want, you can leave some suggestions for inspiration here.

Read you soon.

-DaphnediRose

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[raven-at-the-writing-desk]

Ooh! Requests are open, you say? Well, if it wouldn't be too much of a bother, could I please get headcanons of Ace, Rook, Vil, and Idia with an s/o (preferably female, but it doesn't matter that much) who has a super cutesy and girly aesthetic all year, but becomes a Halloween fanatic as soon as October comes around? Horror movies, Halloween-inspired outfits, telling the boys urban legends, and overall being so far divorced from her normal self that she could give them whiplash? Thank you!

Curiouser and Curiouser...

Initially, Ace isn’t sure if it’s you or him that has lost their marbles. It takes him a while to get used to your Halloween aesthetic, but when he finally comes around, he likens it to seeing a new “side” to a card after flipping it. Ace actually finds that he prefers this to the usual cutesy stuff. It’s just easier for him to relate to spooks and gore than it is to pink and frills.

He pretends like he doesn’t recognize you when you pull up in your new dark, vampy look looong after he has put two and two together. Ace will tap his foot impatiently, glance at his wrist (at some invisible watch), and make a big show of how “(Y/N) is running late for a very important date!” before eventually asking “the scary stranger” out.

Ace sneaks around candy in his pockets and bags, just in case he ever gets bored during lecture or while he’s party prepping for Heartslabyul. He’ll pass some along to you if you’re craving something sweet for the season (though he’s hesitant to part ways with the cherry-flavored ones; those are his favorites)!

He’s all up for scary stories and movies! Ace will insist on sharing and watching in the dark to really crank up the scary atmosphere. And besides, if you end up spooked, you can always cling to him for emotional support, right?

Rook appreciates all of the facets that make you up. He especially finds that predictability of yours to be of interest. It always seems to be Halloween, and Halloween alone, that brings about this shift in your behavior, and it’s fascinating for him to observe and engage with.

He’s both a bystander and an enabler, depending on the situation. Sometimes Rook will just happily watch as you go through your wardrobe of outfits or dig through a stash of candy for just the right one, and other times he’ll seize your hand and suggest tackling a Halloweeny adventure or activity. He’s got lots of artsy ideas in mind, from making homemade yard decorations to painting pumpkins!

Rook delights in thrills and chills! He’ll eagerly listen to any story and watch any movie you have to offer, and he’s prepared to tell some of of his own, too. The contrast between his dazzling smile and the grim nature of his tales makes him an excellent storyteller--you can feel a shiver run along your spine as he launches into the next one.

He loves the experimental looks you throw together to celebrate the season, no matter how outlandish they are! Rook volunteers to contribute to the outfits, whether through doing your makeup or gifting small, macabre accessories (namely, jewelry made from real bone). He gets pretty creative with his makeup looks as well, whether it’s drawing in stitches using eyeliner and shadows or inking in stars beneath your eyes.

Vil isn’t the least bit surprised, as he’s the type that’s quick to adapt. Ever the fashionista and an entertainer, he knows that one can change their appearances--and even their behavior--as often as the leaves change colors depending on the season.

He sheds his own skin expertly, changing his style to adapt to the season. Vil doesn’t go full-on campy Halloween fashion (you’d never catch him dead in a neon orange sweater). He’s elegant with hat he chooses to wear, but makes an effort to coordinate with your outfits. You might show up looking like a witch, while Vil’s got cat-shaped studs to match, or a smoky eye look inspired by a witch’s brew.

He’s always in the mood for a good, frightening tale--perhaps it will give him ideas for the next Movie Appreciation Club production. Recline in the Pomefiore lounge with a cup of crisp, freshly pressed apple juice and spill all the scary stories your little heart desires to Vil. He’s sure to lend an ear.

As much fun as he likes to see you having with this time of year, Vil occasionally has to step in and keep you in check, reminding you that a certain prank might not be worth it or to put down the piece of candy you were going to eat. When the tricks and/or treats get to be too much, you could seriously hurt yourself or get a cavity... and that’s the last thing he wants!

Is this... Is this the legendary gap moe they speak of in anime legends? Idia hadn’t expected this turn of events at all, but this plot twist excites him. He has a hard time containing himself and just kind of... giggles to himself in a mad sort of way (he does a bad job of hiding it behind his hands, too).

Honestly? The way you dress during Halloween time draws less attention to you and Idia. Oftentimes, your peers will remark that it’s odd that you’re together (your usual aesthetics clash so much with Idia’s gloom and doom demeanor!), but now your vibes match a lot more. He’s thankful that your new look unintentionally gives you two the privacy that he enjoys.

Since you’ve both got a morbid interest in scary stuff, it’s time for a gaming and movie-watching marathon! You’ll speedrun through all the classic monster movies and gushing at the corny effects, then take turns playing horror games, swapping in and out each time one of you die in-game.

Idia always has a stash of candy on hand in his room for late nights gaming--but since you’re getting into the Halloween spirit early, he’ll fork over some whenever you’re over. He actually just dumps everything into one big bowl and tells you to take as much as you want, not unlike how many houses give candy to trick-or-treaters!

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[kagakuoniryu]

Synopsis :

Kayn general relationship with a gender neutral s/o

Type :

Headcanon

Warning :

None as far as I know

A/N :

I wanted to write for league but nobody's sending request about it so I took the matter in my own hand! And I choose kayn because I'm simping hard for this man

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Let's admit you two met when kayn was barely ten, and barely in the order of shadow

You were the kid of a couple among the order, but unlike kayn you weren't a gifted childe when it came to fighting, you were more of a strategist and grew as such

Since kayn came into the order you two used to be good friends, even if he was personally brought by master zed, he struggled to learn ionian and didn't have the manners with chopsticks the other kids already have

So when the kids started to make fun of kayn for using his hands instead of chopsticks you put down your own and started eating with your hand too to accompany kayn, even if it meant being scolded by your parents

As years passed by you stayed by kayn's side, seeing him becoming stronger each day and watching his daily training, he earned the reputation of zed's best student you were there to support him fully, even if sometimes it felt like he was too good to be hanging out with you

Teenage came by and that's when you started to develop feeling for who you called your best friend, the akward boy were long gone, and it hit you like a truck that now kayn was a man, and a strong one, when you two were kids he was barely more muscular than you, and now you could see from the opening of his kimono, or even during his training all the effort he put to carve his body as it is now

But even with your crush you first decided to say nothing, you didn't wanted to ruin everything, being his side kick was enough for now, you thought that he would reject you anyway and wouldn't want to talk to you ever again

Kayn on his side was struggling as much as you did, he missed the nights you two were kids when he slept in your room after having a nightmare about what he lived back in noxus, and how your voice comforted him whenever he needed it

But instead of admitting his obvious crush he decided to hand out with other people, and to push you away from him, knowing someone as gentle as you couldn't see a murderer like him a suitable partner, he choose some random girl as his girlfriend

This led to many argument in which for the sake of your friendship you tried as hard as you could to make kayn see that his girlfriend were just using him to gain in statut as he is supposed to be the next master of the order of shadow

But when he came to retrieve rhaast, his eyes and left arm changed by the darkin, his girlfriend ran away, calling him a monster in the process

But you were still there

Nakuri, who were killed by kayn right after he got partially corrupted by the beast inside the scythe, were one of your close friend beside kayn, and was aware of your crush for him

While you needed time to mourn your friend, you also stayed as close as possible to kayn, he was your closest friend and at the moment you needed as much comfort as possible

That when kayn choose to act, when you started to get better, to open up again, he finally asked you to date him

The relation started slowly and secretly, both of you wanted to be sure to make the right choice

When it was time you made things official with your parents and kayn, and while he was noxian by birth, he proved himself worthy of being called a ionian now, and they were also very happy you found happiness with your bestfriend

Then it was kayn's turn to officially introduce to master zed that he saw like his own father as his partner

Zed was sceptical at first because of the problem that kayn's first girlfriend brought with her, but seeing his student so happy made him quickly change his mind

From then on your story with kayn goes quite well, of course there would be up and down like any couple but at the end of the day the two of you would talk it out

It took so much time to be in each other arm and none of you want to ruin everything

And soon enough, when kayn will finally win over rhaast, he would be able to become the next master of the order and live forever without any chains with you

🌸Request are open🌸

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[wesimpforxiao]

The Qingxin (Genshin Oneshot)

The man that stood before you was nothing but a shadow of the person you once knew. Bright, almost flirtatious eyes were only a memory now. Instead, what stared back at you was a void darkness...no. There wasn’t even that. There was nothing.

“My love...” You instinctively reached out towards him, but he only stared right through you as blood trickled down your nose. “What has become of you?”

“You don’t know me,” he raised his lance with an edge to his voice as he suppressed any lingering familiarity that may seep out. “Not anymore.” The urge to collapse into your arms, to ask you to take his life as a mercy, was strong. He did no such thing, though. Instead, he found his feet moving with a mind of their own, and the grip on his weapon tightened.

A sigh of resignation escaped you once you sensed his resolution. “So be it.” Ice shot up from the ground to halt his advance, but he was already behind you. “I won’t make this easy for you. Not unless you tell me the reason you want me dead.”

The Primordial Jade cut through the air by your head sharper than a knife slices through butter. Ice encased it so he couldn’t retract. You spun on your heel to face him again. He may be a stranger now, but his movements were the one thing that never changed.  The dash towards you was anticipated, and you dodged with ease. 

Why was he doing this? Disappearing for so long only to return with a price on your head.  What turned him? Why did he hate you? No--your eyes widened as you caught a glimpse of despair in his eyes. He seemed to have finally registered your presence. And though you’ve both acknowledged one another, he quickly shook those emotions away and attempted to strike again.

Your only moves were defense.  You weren’t the fighting type; you were one of the most peaceful adepti to exist, only choosing to fight when there was the need to defend. You could barely manage to force yourself to harm anyone, but him? There was no question; you could never bring yourself to. Not under the most dire of circumstances.  Not under the one that lay before you now.

“Please,” you tried to reach him again as ice met spear over and over. “My love, why? What have I done to hurt you so? Allow me to repent. You only need to tell me.”

Pain flashed in his eyes again; it was as bright as his hair was red. He became distracted as he fought his inner thoughts, his face drowning in despair as he managed to slash your skin. Your movements were getting slower; the lack of battles on your shoulders made you weak and intolerant of injuries. And just as you moved slower and slower, his attacks became harsher like he was imagining it was himself that he was fighting.

“Ngh!” A debilitating strike to your legs brought you to your knees. He stood before you now with blood--your blood--dripping off his quivering blade.  His bright eyes were downcast; he couldn’t bear to look at what he’s done to you.

A heavy rain began to fall now as if the archons also knew your time has come to an end.  You could easily use the storm to your advantage if you really wanted to.  Some part of you did want to live. But what purpose did you have in the world if you could not complete it by his side?

“Please, my love”, you panted, allowing the cold of the rain chill you to the bone. “Alatus. Is this what you want?”

He grimaced, but he finally raised his eyes. “I...don’t. But I must.”

“The least you can do is tell me why.”

Fear clouded his expression at the thought of that certain someone watching from afar.  “I can’t escape, Nuo. There’s no way out. I must do this. He’s watching.” He too dropped to his knees. “Could you ever forgive me?”

Hot tears competed with the rain that streamed down your face. “If this is what you truly want, then I will not stop you.” You opened your arms to him. “I love you more than the moon and Celestia and Teyvat combined.  How could I not forgive you?”

It was his turn to let his guard drop and allow his heart to break at the sight of you. The love you so eagerly gave to him despite the pain he’s caused; you open the arms to the man that will kill you? 

“I can’t hate you for it,” you assure him with a bittersweet smile.  “Just...make it quick?”

The ringing in his ears got louder than the rain; he was growing impatient. ‘Prove your loyalty to me,’ he echoed over and over. “Nuo, I-” He gripped the spear yet again, but before he could continue, you threw yourself at him for the tightest embrace you could muster.

“If you must do this for reasons I can never fully understand, then so be it.” You only pulled away enough so you could press your forehead against his.  “Even after I leave this body, I will never leave you,” your lips pressed against his for a moment. “My soul will arise and grow within the qingxin flowers until the day comes the world ceases to exist.” Another solemn kiss, and your hand rests atop his heart. “I’ll always be right here, too.”

A slow nod from him, and his shaky grip on his weapon readjusts for the final blow. 

Your hand now cradles his cheek as a last moment of comfort. “I’ll never stop loving you, Alatus.”

“Neither will I, Nuo.”

“Look for me in the qingxin, yeah?” A final smile, as bright as you could muster under the circumstances, and you close your eyes so you won’t have to watch his heart break as his weapon strikes you.

“I’ll love you until the end of time,” he mumbled quietly, not knowing if you heard him before the obnoxious sound of the blade piercing your body interrupted the rain. 

He held you until your dying breath; until the light of his life slowly faded into nothingness behind those beautiful eyes of yours; until your body grew cold in his arms. 

............

Eons have passed, but he remembered your smile like it had just happened yesterday. Here he stood atop the mountains Juyean Karst; the bright clear sky attempting to wipe away the freezing memory of that dreadful day. He carefully sat down and overlooked the valleys and rivers, his arm coming to rest upon his leg. Finally, he mustered the courage to look down to his right at the bright white flower that was just beginning to bloom again in the same spot it’s been growing for eons.

“Hey, Nuo.”

#genshin #xiao genshin impact #alatus genshin impact #genshin impact x reader #xiao alatus #alatus xiao

[bakuhoes-dumbass]

WSPPPP NERDS ITS ME AGAIN MOCHI CAUSE YK WERE AMAZING ANYWHOOO Howwww about ooo! Okay so they see Y/N after the month right a different way to the other question/headcannon ima send a bunch! Y/N wanted to get better at her quirk so she went into an underground like training/fighting arena for ppl with quirks and she has been doing for the month they havent seen her. So she got a bit stronger how do you think they would react to that? and what would they do/ say to her when she finished sparing?

Oooooooooo this is very interesting Mochi. Let's see what I can come up with~

These are NOT cannon to the story line.

Warnings: Yandere Headcannons ahead. If you are uncomfortable with these types of things, DO NOT READ. Proceed with caution, as I do not feel bad if you choose to do so while being warned.

MINORS, DNI

Part 1

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Tokoyami: As soon as Dark Shadow attempted to pull you into him, you twisted your body around and slammed your foot into Tokoyamk's side. With a grunt, his Dark Shadow had released its hold. Since when did his delicate star knew how to defend herself?! His annoyance grew. He just found you after a month, he wasn't about to just let you go that easily.

"My sweet little star, suddently so strong. Why must you insist on rejecting me? You are mine. Now come."

Kirishima: You struggle against his tight hold. A lazy grin is spread across his face, thinking there's no way you can escape. But the training you did for the last month was finally put to use when you flicked your fingers twords the mailbox, making it fly right into him. It didn't hurt him but it shocked him enough to loosen his grip so you can slip out and bolt. The grin on his face is slowly replaced by anger.

"Pebble, pebble, pebble! You need to stop RUNNING from me! No matter how much you prepare, I will ALWAYS find you!"

Hawks: The grip he has on you is becoming difficult as you squirm in his hold. He can't keep you from falling if you don't stop! But you weren't worried about that. Not at all. With a hand free, you wave it near a solar panel on top of a nearby tower, causing it to shift and snap. With one last kick to the man, he yelps and drops you. But you didn't fall far, as the hovering solar panel was quick to catch you. Hawk's face is a mixture of amusment and anger.

"Oh, birdy's been practicing. Come back here, baby bird. How about we fly TOGETHER?"

Tamaki: You felt the slickness of the tentacles wrap around your limbs, letting out a scream. You had to get out. Now. So that's when you turn your body around to face the once shy man and grabbed his tentacles with your hands, pulling him to you with your newfound strength. Once his body is flush against yours, you do the only thing you know could catch him offguard. You kiss him. Man is so shocked, he looses control of his quirk and you are able to get out and take off. That's when his face turns darker than it ever has.

"M-My bunny has been getting stronger and bolder. Oh, Bunny~ I'm coming for you and I won't ever stop."

Overhaul: After bringing you back to his place, (safely away from your neighborhood), what he didn't expect was for your quirk to have enhanced. Almost to the point of his strength. Your eyes flit around the room to land on a potted plant. Before he could put his hands on you once more, you stretched out a hand at the pot and threw it at him, smashing it into his back. He collapsed on the floor with a groan and you SPRINTED out of there. Because you knew if he caught you, you were fucked. He stands up on shakey legs, taking his gloves off.

"You think you can escape me?! NO amount of training will save you. I will TEAR this world apart until you are on your knees before me for eternity!"

Shoto: You knew only one person who can produce ice and the fact he was behind you terrified you. But you trained for this, you knew you had to get away. You swing your arm around and push him away with as much force as you can, til he slammed into the side of a house. You quickly make work of the ice around your feet with a rock til you broke free. But before you can run, you hear a voice behind you. Turning, you see the darkest look you've ever seen on him.

"Oh, my pet. You can train for as long as you want. You will never leave me again, I will see to it."

Dabi: The hand gripping the back of your neck gets tighter and tighter. You needed to get away as soon as possible. So you finally out your training to good use. He never would have expected you to reach behind you and latch onto his arm. With a mixture of strength and quirk, you flipped him over your shoulder and onto his back with a loud crack. You didn't even spare a glace at him before you started bolting.

"Mouse, how strong you've gotten. I guess I don't mind playing this game a little longer. Because, after all, in the end, I always get what I want."

Bakugo: You couldn't help but recoil at the profanities being spat in your face. He held you down as tight as he could, fearing you to leave him again. But to his surprise, you weren't going down without a fight. You intertwined your legs with his and bent your wrists to grab his, flipping you two over so you're on top. He stares at you in shock, before a manic grin takes over.

"Oi, angel. I had no idea you were so strong. You must have trained during our time apart. But I've finally found you. You're safe with me and I hope you know it will stay that way."

Denki: After coming to, you realized you were somewhere you've never been. A bedroom of sorts. You remember exactly what happened, which makes it more confusing for you when you realize he didn't tie you down?? Idiot. But he did lock the door. That wasn't sometbing to be worried about for you. Getting into your stance, you lifted up a leg and swiftly kicked a hole straight through the door and were able to run. But he saw. He saw everything through his security cameras.

"Damn it, damn it, damn it! I knew I should have tied her down. I didn't expect this kind of strengtj! Kinda hot... I'm coming for you, my love. I will make sure to restrain you this time."

Midoriya: He's strong, very fast and DETERMINED. This was going to be a hard one. But you didn't train yourself til almost death for you to give up now. You lean your head forward and slam it back into his. Hard. He reels for a moment, his grip dropping. You then lift your hand and point it to a nearby car, throwing it at him. He us caught offguard but was able to stop it. Once he looks up at you, your blood runs cold.

"Darling has bulked up, huh. Oh this is going to be SO much FUN! But you still won't be escaping me that easily. Come here, my darling~"

Shinso: Why. Why did it have to be him. The one you were most terrified of. The hardest one to break from. You try to move your body. You try but it's so hard. Come, y/n, you trained for this. Break his hold, BREAK HIS HOLD. Your mind concentrates as he watches you with amusement. The closer he gets, the more internally anxious you become. But finally, your training pays off as you wiggle a finger and a nearby garden stake slices through your leg. Shinso freezes in shock. How the HELL were you able to break out of his hold?!

"Kitten has got fuckin claws, I see. Oh, no no. You are NOT getting away from me again. I will BREAK you into my little plaything, if it's the last thing I do."

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Read the story these headcannons are based off HERE!

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All works are mine (bakuhoes-dumbass), do not copy or repost anywhere.

#okay so these arent as great as part 1 #but eh #here ya go #mochi🍑 #yandere mha #yandere tokoyami #yandere todoroki #yandere bakugou #yandere midoriya #yandere my hero academia #yandere kirishima #yandere kaminari #yandere hawks #yandere overhaul #yandere dabi #yandere tamaki #yandere shinso #bakuhoes dumbass #bakuhoes-dumbass

[chibi-chanforever]

𝙰 𝙳𝚎𝚋𝚝 𝚃𝚘 𝙿𝚊𝚢

Pairings: Bokuto x Fem Reader x Akaashi

Warnings: Hardcore Smut and triggering themes please read at your own discretion. This is just a work of fiction and is not encouraged in anyway whatsoever. 

themes: Non-con, Kidnapping, Drugging, Gunplay, Orgasm control/denial, Edging, Cuffs, , Creampie, Cunnilingus, Voyeurism, Masturbation, Blowjob, Threesome, Face Fucking, Penetrative Sex, Mentions of Stalking and Yandere.

A/n: Heyaaa so basically this is in collaboration with the Church of Meian theme of May-mafia/Mayfia. Its my first collaboration and my first time posting smut, hope yall enjoy!! Please make sure to check out the amazing art and stories posted by the lovely people in our little church and give them some love, the link is at the end of the story!! Also special thanks to @kinsurou​, @murdereddaydreams​ and @vanille--kiss​ for helping me and supporting me through everything. Love you soo muchoo my little ohana

A heavy sigh escaped your lips as you glanced over to the stacks of paperwork you still had to go through. The daunting pileup that only increases every hour. You sighed again as you thumped your head onto the desk,frail arms just barely cushioning the blow. While staring blankly at your own feet, you spied the wastepaper basket sitting near, completely empty apart from a few used sugar sachets and soggy teabags.

Your eyes flit towards the pile of files again and you couldn't help but wonder what would happen if a few papers landed in the trash can, accidentally, of course. You contemplated for a few more seconds, before you shuddered as you imagined familiar cat-like eyes flit across your vision. You didn't want to really know what would happen if he found out about it, did you?

The minx-like golden eyes flashed once again in your mind as you recalled the fateful day. The day from which everything spiralled downhill.

If only, if only your family hadn't gotten into trouble with the Nekoma clan, things would be different. But no, they had to take a loan and fall into the mercy of Nekoma…

But at least you got off easy, you thought as you cradled your head. At least you and your family didn't suffer the same fate as the others. You were thankful to the head of the Nekoma for giving you the opportunity of paying off the debt through work, instead of the usual means. A shudder ran through your spine as you thought of the stories you've heard, of what happened to the other people who owed the clan money.

A heavy Bam shook you from your stupor as your head jerked up to stare at the new batch of files that had been banged onto the stack. You shook your head to clear your thoughts as you reached for the first file of the batch. It would be better to just get to it and finish it before the end of the day. That's when you noticed the little photograph that slipped out on the floor and you bent to pick it up.

There were four guys in the frame, two of them being the focus of the shot, with goofy big smiles and arms draped around each other, though there was a big red circle drawn around the one with owlish silver hair, the ink of the marker recent enough to smudge a little. The other two guys looked like they were not meant to be in the picture, but oddly that fact only made it so much better.

One with blonde highlights stood grimacing in the background while the other guy's face was barely visible, his body half turned and blurry as if someone had called out to him at the last moment when the picture was being taken.

Overall it looked like a fun bunch of friends but you wondered why there was a circle drawn around one of them. You flipped the picture, curiosity getting the best of you. Finding only a date written you turn the picture again, choosing to focus on the people in there.

“T-these are the next in-line heirs to the Nekoma clan” you whisper lowly to yourself. They were the ones who were supposed to take over in the coming years and were your current bosses. You couldn't wrap your head as to what this was doing in your file. You were given only the most basic work to handle as their secretary, numbers to jot down, business meetings to book and take note of the expenses and make detailed reports about meetings they attend. Maybe this slipped in by mistake somehow ??

You centered in on the person grimacing and the one with bed-hair; cogs turn in your brain as you wondered why these two individuals seemed so similar before something dawns on you and an audible gasp leaves your lips as the picture dropped onto your lap.

With trembling hands you shoved the picture back into the file and hide it at the bottom of the stack, maybe this was a file that was not supposed to be in your hands, fuck fuck fuck. Your eyes skim the room to watch out for anyone observing you. These guys didn't trust you enough to give you such things, so obviously it was misplaced and dumped into your paperwork by accident.

You suddenly noticed Lev jogging towards you and your whole body tensed as he approached. You pretended to work on the other files that were scattered around on your desk, typing random words and numbers into the excel sheet, your gaze was strongly focused on your screen yet everything was blurry. If Lev were to take a peek as to what you were doing at this moment,  he would realise that what you were typing was utter bullshit.

“Ah, you remember the stack of files and papers that I just placed here?” He pointed his finger to the stack of papers that still lay stagnant there.

“Yes sir? What can I do for you t-today?” You kicked yourself under the desk for how weird you sounded in the moment, but lucky for you he was in a hurry so he didn't pay much mind to you.

“Can you give those back to me? I think there were five bunches of them, I think I gave you the wrong ones,” he rubbed the back of his head as his voice took an almost sheepish tone by the end.

Without saying anything in return you just nod stiffly before taking the first four files, slowly sneaking in the file that you shoved at the bottom, you softly banged them against the table as if to align them before giving them to him with a small smile.

“Hey Y/n?” Lev called out to you after he cleared his throat. You slowly turned your head towards him trying your best to act innocent as if you hadn't just seen a picture of the mafia head with his friends.

A light pink blush clouded his face as he clumsily took the files from you, bowing a little before he scurries off to give those files to whoever he was supposed to give them to in the first place. 

You let out a deep exhale of relief, slumping further into the chair as he turns a corner and goes out of sight. Your phone suddenly buzzes and you yelp as your body jolts upright from the chair, you relax visibly when you notice that it was only a reminder that you had kept on your phone signalling the end of your shift.

Dropping it back onto the table with a clatter you stretched yourself in the chair, a smile gracing your lips as you collect your things to head home, deciding to stop at the grocery store to make a big dinner for the family today, just to relax your mind and console yourself that everything was alright, that you wouldn't be killed for seeing confidential information. It was just a picture, you thought, yeap just a picture that could possibly be a kill target, fuck did you get involved in a crime? You pinched your arm as you walked out of the office, shaking your head of all the negative thoughts.

The keys jingled as you struggled to slide the key into the lock with two grocery bags in hand, the atmosphere eerily silent as you entered the house, you called out for your mom and dad, followed by a soft “tadaima” only to receive no response in return.

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You laughed as you remember that a few days ago your dad tried to make dinner and ended up breaking your mom's favourite ceramic pot while removing one of the pans. She has been so mad at the time that she took a vow to not cook until your dad got her a similar ceramic pot if not a better one.

You entered the living room to find it completely empty, and chill ran down your spine, where were your mom and dad? You walked toward the fridge and suddenly everything made sense when you saw the small sticky note with a haste scribble that said that your parents had gone out at the last minute for a makeup dinner, decorated with a small smiley in the end.

With a broad smile plastered on your lips you placed both the grocery bags on the counter, humming softly to yourself as you removed the items from within the bags. From the corner of your eye you suddenly notice a shadow cross and your body goes rigid. Your hand slowly inched forward before curling around the handle of a pan nearby when a tingling feeling rises up your spine, signalling someone’s approach.

In the room filled with soft rays of evening light you stand ominously still, breath bated as you tighten your clammy grasp, knuckles turning white, cold beads of sweat running down the side of your face. You backhand swung the pan the moment you see a slight shadow come up behind you, but your actions were stopped midway as you were pushed head first onto the counter, your hand with the pan being banged harshly against the cold surface of the marble, forcing you to let go of the pan. The person behind you used their body weight to keep you pinned to the counter as you trash around, trying your best to get hold of any object you can use to defend yourself.

Just as you get your right hand free from under the person’s weight, you feel a pinch on your shoulder and suddenly your body starts losing its strength,eyelids getting heavier and your vision turning blurry. As a last attempt you tried to scream out for help, but the moment you open your mouth a gloved hand clamps down on your lips and you try to trash around, only for him to lean his weight further on you, knocking the air out of your lungs.

Right before you passed out, you faintly heard a phone buzzing and for a second you wondered if it's yours. You fought to stay awake as the man still kept you pinned against the counter, shuffling behind you before a small beep followed by a smooth soft voice reached your ears.

“ I have her Bokuto-san”

That was the last thing you witnessed before losing control over your senses and everything went dark.  

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You woke up to a cold concrete floor, a dull throb sitting in the back of your head as you grunted softly, your vision confiscated by a blindfold. The place where you were injected felt like it was on fire, limbs feeling heavy and…

You tried shifting your arms but all you could hear was the clang of metal against the concrete. You tried moving your feet but they were seized with cuffs which were attached to metal chains rooted firmly into the floor. You pushed yourself up onto your knees, only to be pulled back by the chains hooked on cuffs around your wrists, the rattling sound echoing loudly throughout the room along with a disgruntled sob. You held your breath in fear, hoping that no one was around to hear it. The room fell utterly silent as you tried your best to hear for any footsteps, only to be greeted by a soft hum of jazz, barely thrumming in through the walls.

You wanted to cry, scream, trash around, but there you laid, frozen in fear, trying your best to not make a single sound, making it seem like you were still unconscious. You were just delaying the inevitable, buying as much time as you could; you didn't have a single clue as to  what you had done to be in such a situation, if it was about the loan, weren't you already paying it off by working? Or did they get tired of waiting?

But hadn’t you walked the perfect line with your job? you didn't have a single complaint from your superiors and your colleagues commended you on it, because it seems that they weren't compatible with just anyone and most of them didn't survive beyond the second week. So why were you here then? Was it the–

Your thoughts were cut short as you heard keys chime on the other side of the door and you froze in your spot, trying your best to pretend that you weren’t awake just a moment ago, tugging on your restraints.

You slowed down your breathing, evening it out just as the door opens, its hinges creaking loudly as you hear a chorus of footsteps pad through the room. But your little act of being asleep was immediately cut short as a bucket of ice cold water was thrown over your body making you jolt upright in shock, gasping and shuddering at the sudden overwhelming sensation.

“Looks like the little kitten is awake now! Let’s get this over with, shall we?” A deep voice boomed throughout the room, and you cower back a little, chains clanking along with you.

“Akaashi, remove  her restraints but keep the cuffs on her hands.” The same authoritative voice commands and soon you feel a presence behind you, undoing your chains.

Your shivering body only trembled more as you felt fingers graze your calves and back, your now damp blindfold only serving to rile on your fears. You didn’t shift from your position when you felt the weight drop from your hands and legs, too scared to do anything. Your mind ran a million miles per minute, barging through your brain with various emotions and thoughts, but yet you feel blank as a chair scrapes loudly against the floor, placed in front of you.

A hand hooks under your arm, pulling you to sit upright and a whimper leaves your lips in fright. You wanted to plead– heck even beg for mercy, cry a litany of apologies and offer anything up in exchange for your life, but your lips didn’t move a single inch, even though you were practically screaming from within. You choke on the silence that suffocates the room before a gentle finger traced the back of your neck and you suppressed the urge to shudder at the feeling, soon finding your blindfold falling to the floor. You squinted, trying to move away from the sudden bright light before coming face to face with the last face you expected to see, the supposed kill target, his golden orbs more brighter and fierce than you remembered, excitement dancing along his lashes.

“And what do we have here?” He leaned forward as he rested his elbows on his knees, his palms joined in front of him and a cunning smile plastered on his face. His eyes raked your form before looking at the man behind you, nodding at him before you heard the softest “Yes Bokuto-san” flow past you and your eyes widen when realise where you heard it before; you recollect to the voice you barely managed to hear before you were rendered unconscious and painful tears started to collect in the corner of your eyes as you tried to swallow the lump on your throat.

The guy now known as Akaashi brought something to the guy in front of you before going back to his earlier position behind you. Faint light glinted against the object and when you realised what it was, tears flowed down freely your cheeks as soft hiccups wrecked through your body.

“Aww honey, don’t be scared. All you need to do is answer all our questions truthfully and I won’t have to use this. Whaddya say hmm?” Bokuto cooed as he slid the gun against your cheek, before placing the barrel under your cheek and tipping your head upwards. Afraid, you closed your eyes before nodding meekly.

“That’s a good girl. See we won’t be having any problems then.” He says with childish enthusiasm in his voice as if it were just another game for him. Akaashi stood silent, his eyes never leaving your form, watching the way your nipples pebbled under the cool air, your shirt now almost transparent as droplets of water slid down your shivering form. Bokuto feigned a cough and Akaashi flits his gaze to him, immediately registering that Bokuto noticed him staring at you, his signature playful smile getting a little bit wider, a hidden intent written behind that smile.

“It’s time to pat her down, Akaashi.” Bokuto stated before turning to you, “Don’t worry hun, it's just a mandatory procedure.” The moment those words were said you were lifted off the ground and placed onto Bokuto's lap and a sob fell from your lips as you tried to get away from his hold, but that only spurred him on to wrap his hand around your waist firmly.

“Shush now little  kitten, don’t worry, the more you struggle, the harder it will be.” He pulled you closer to his heated body, your back hitting his chiseled chest as you straddled him, making your pencil skirt bunch up, your cuffed hands uncomfortable as they get smushed at an odd angle between your back and his chest. You try to move forward because the burn was too much, but the hand on your waist only tightened, keeping you put, your legs kept secure behind his ankles.

“So tell me kitten what’s your name hmm??” He asked you while Akaashi kneeled down in front of you and started patting down your shoulders before his fingers found your buttons, relieving them from its reserves with ease; you looked down at Akaashi with unbelieving eyes, Bokuto’s question falling on deaf ears and that was your biggest mistake. His hand on your waist slid up to roughly grab one of your tits, pinching the nipple harshly and making you cry out in pure agony.

“I asked you something pet, I don’t like to repeat myself twice. Geddit? Now I'm going to ask you once more and that will be your last time. You hear me?” His voice was viciously low and threatening. You only nodded back in response, the sting still fresh on your skin. “ Use your words kitten” He commanded, and you choked out a broken “Y-yes.”

“Good girl. Now tell me what your name is, hmm?”

“ It’s Y-Y/n,” you managed to stutter out, chest heaving.

“That's a lovely name for a kitten! Well now, what is a pretty little thing like you doing in the Nekoma estate, hmm? What is your relationship with Kuroo and Kenma? Are you their fucktoy? Wouldn’t doubt if you were, you seem quite fun to play with” he whispered the last part as he grabbed your face, turning your head away from him. He brushed his nose against your neck, taking in your scent as hot puffs of air collided against your skin.

“I’m j-just a secretary, I have a debt to clear with them, t-that’s all. I’m not their- their- '' heat rushes to your cheeks as embarrassment and anger flowed through you as it dawned upon you what he really meant and you tried to pull away from Bokuto. “I don’t do anything of that sort! I don’t have that kind of relationship with them. I just arrange meetings and appointments, and other basic stuff, that’s it! Now let me go!” You spit the words out, anger boiling through your veins, but it soon turned ice cold with the next question, and you realise you fucked up… Big time.

“ Then you must know about the upcoming business meetings of Nekoma, right? That means you would know the location of Kuroo and Kenma? ” And the room once again went silent. In your fit of anger and defiance you didn’t even realise that Akaashi had slid your shirt up over your shoulders, sliding them down up to your cuff covered wrists  and was now drawing your skirt down. You tried to wiggle your hips to hinder his movements but it only serves to his advantage as it slides down easier.

“Please l-let me go, I-I don’t know anything please!” You begged, voice turning desperate, you couldn’t give out information about the Nekoma clan or they would have your head for it. What about your family–

“You’re a smart little one aren’t you, you know they will hunt you down if you give me their information. But if you decide to tell me, I give you my word that no harm will come to you or your family, furthermore your debt will be repaid. And if you don’t, I could put a bullet through your head right now.” Bokuto said with a playful lift to his voice, bringing the gun up to your temple.

“ I really don’t remember! Please, I can’t recall w-with who it was.. Please don’t shoot!!” You sobbed out, mind going blank when the gun is placed to your temple, fear overwhelming your senses.

“Aw it was good knowing ya kitten, you would’ve made such a good pet.” He cocks the gun with a loud click finger at ease on the trigger while he places soft kisses on your neck, softly whispering against your skin, “ Sayonara–”

“KARASUNO!!” You screamed out the first thing you remembered right before he could pull the trigger. “It’s Karasuno, sometime in the middle of next week, in the Miyagi Prefecture.. That’s about all I know. Please, please let me go now, I’m begging you!!!”

He chuckled darkly right next to your ear and goosebumps rose all over your skin with adrenaline. You closed your tear filled eyes, sobs shaking through you. You wanted this to be a nightmare, a dream from which you would wake up any moment, but the cuffs digging into your wrists and warm hands searing into your skin said otherwise.

“Mmm you definitely deserve a reward for that, don’t you?” He licks a long stripe from the base of your neck to your ear before whispering those words. You shake your head violently, not wanting to spend another waking minute here but he completely ignores your signs of protest. Bokuto’s hand travels down your body till his hand reached your panties to cup your pussy, groaning when he hears a small whimper leave your lips at the contact. He tugged on your panties, a hiss leaving his lips when he noticed how sensitive your body was.

“Such a pretty kitten, Akaashi, why don't you reward her for me, yeah?” Bokuto said as he shifted your panties to the side, dipping his fingers into your folds before prying them apart, giving Akaashi a good view of your cunt. Akaashi took his lower lip between his teeth before swiping his tongue across it as he indulged himself with the sight of your glistening pussy.

“Go on ‘Kaashi, don’t you want a taste?” Bokuto questioned, his fingers circling your clit, before travelling to your entrance, he dipping two fingers inside before removing them and spreading them, your juices smeared all over them and he popped his fingers to his mouth, a low growl arising from his chest made you bite on your lip harshly. “Of course I do Bokuto-san.” And that was all Akaashi said before he hooked your legs over his shoulder and dived into your pussy, flattening his tongue against your entrance before dragging it upwards towards your clit, rubbing his tongue against it before sucking on it.

You moaned loudly as Akaashi kept slurping up the juices dripping from your hole, making sure to not let a single drop go by, while Bokuto unhooked your bra, sliding them up so he could see your perky little nipples just begging for attention. He uncocks the gun and hooks it on his waistband, after which his hands find purchase of your soft mounds, pressing each nipple inside with his forefinger before pinching them and rolling them between his fingers. He gave your nipples a few rough tugs just to hear your sweet voice more.

You’re too overwhelmed to do anything but mewl as Akaashi detached himself from your pussy, fingers tugging down your panties and pocketing the soaked fabric. He used his thumb to rub your nub while his tongue prods your entrance and you gasp, taking a shaky breath in. When he rubbed a certain spot at the entrance you threw your head back and Bokuto immediately wrapped his fingers around your throat, his grip firm as his lips hastily crashed onto yours, drinking in all your moans and whimpers. He continued to kiss you, your moaning making it easy to plunge his tongue into your mouth, the kiss so heated that it brought you right on the edge of tipping over.

Your legs shook uncontrollably, being just one flick away from falling over the edge when Akaashi pulled back and you breathed heavily, not wanting to show them that this affected you much, while you mourned the loss of such a sweet release. His face is smeared with your juices and he licks his lips as he uses the back of his sleeve to wipe off the excess. The corner of his mouth lifted as he looked at Bokuto and nodded at him as you whined at your stolen high. Bokuto broke the kiss and smiled at Akaashi wide enough to have the tops of his incisors seen, the feral intent in his eyes reminding you of the dangerous position you were in.

Your eyes widened when Akaashi abruptly stood up and slid his hands under your butt, fingers digging into the flesh of your ass as he picked you up from Bokuto’s lap and you yelped. Akaashi’s eyes were fixated on you the entire time you were in his arms, his eyes shifting from your eyes to your lips continuously while you squirm.

“P-please no, I-I don’t want to go any further please” you told Akaashi, eyes big and pleading, filled with fresh tears.

“It’s okay Doll, don’t worry, we won’t hurt you until you disobey. So be a good little pet for us alright?” He whispered  against your ear as he placed you down on your wobbly legs with your back against the mahogany table behind. He cupped your face gently, thumb swiping across your trembling lips as he looked at you with pure adoration. If it were any other situation you might’ve even considered going out with this beautiful man; but here you were, held against your will, your body being used as per their whims and wishes and you couldn’t do a single thing about it, it made your stomach twist with hate and disgust knowing how weak you were.

Akaashi leaned in, softly pressing his lips against yours into the most sweetest and gentle kiss you’ve ever had. You were so lost in it that your mouth unconsciously granted him access when he licked your bottom lip, you immediately tasted yourself on his tongue. The way he explored your mouth made you moan, your pussy clenching over a single kiss, only coming to your senses when his fingers fiddled with the straps of your bra, unclasping them and you bit his lip in defiance when he pulled your bra off your body, the taste of iron now pooling on your tongue.

Akaashi pulled back when you bite his lip, raising an amused eyebrow at you. He couldn’t believe that you still had thought that you could say no to them, it was cute to him; luckily it wasn’t Bokuto-san or she would've gotten a punishment by now– Akaashi thought as blood dripped from his lip onto his chin.

“This kitten is still using her claws I see, quite feisty~” Bokuto chimed as he came behind Akaashi, watching the entire scene from the corner. You looked at both of them in shock when Bokuto turned Akaashi’s head and pulled him into a kiss, licking up the blood that was on his lips and groaning when he still tasted the remnants of your sweet juices on Akaashi’s tongue. Bokuto broke the kiss, his lips sliding down to Akaashi’s neck and chuckling against his skin as he remembers the day Akaashi first saw you.

Akaashi was so mesmerised by you, couldn’t stop talking about how beautiful you were and how he wanted you so badly. Akaashi mentioned you so many times that it had started to get on his nerves, sometimes he even moaned out your name when he was asleep. Bokuto finally snapped when Akaashi choked out your name as he came all over Bokuto’s hands pumping his shaft. And when Akaashi found out that you worked for Nekoma it was the perfect excuse he needed to bring you in and play with you, see what was so special about you. Akaashi insisted on getting you personally, not wanting anyone else to get their hands on you; he was possessive like that– Bokuto was brought out of his fazed stupor with your cute little mewls filling the room.

Akaashi had started marking up your neck, slurping bruises on your skin while his fingers played with your nipples.

“Kitten, why don't you put on a little show for us? Play with that pretty little cunt of yours, show us how you like it and maybe I’ll think about letting you go?” Bokuto said as his fingers rub circles on your hips soothingly. The prospect of getting out of here had you ready to do anything and you eagerly nod your head at the offer, maybe once they freed your hands you could try to escape too. But Bokuto seemed to know what you're thinking, because he turned you around and shoved your head onto the table, your toes barely grazing the floor as you struggled under the weight of his body on yours. He removes the gun from his waistband and places it on your neck.

“Don’t even think about doing anything funny, cause there won’t be a second chance~” He singed as his hips grinded into yours, his erection pressed against your ass and you gasped as you felt how big he was even through his pants. He lifted himself off you once you yelp out a “Yes” he slowly slid the gun down your back, smacking the barrel against your ass before going lower and rubbing the cool metal against your folds. You dug your nails into your palm to ground yourself as he continued to rub against your clit, teasing the little nub till the barrel was covered in your juices.

“Get on the table kitten, I want a perfect view of your pussy.” Bokuto stopped his ministrations as you struggle to get on the table, when you took too much time for his liking he shoved your other leg on top and smacked your ass, making you scream out, he rubbed his fingers over the red print that is visible as he growled out a ‘hurry up’. Akaashi on the other hand started uncuffing your hands, sliding the shirt that was stuck above your wrist along with your cuffs.

You were already on the verge of cumming earlier, so doing that once again wouldn’t take that long. You reached down your trembling fingers and started slowly circling your clit, you moaned as you started going faster, rubbing yourself just the way you had done dozens of times before.

“Don’t be shy, Doll. Stuff a few fingers up that sweet hole” Akaashi said as he unzips his pants, pumping his cock in his hand at the lewd sight of you playing with yourself. He had imagined you like this whenever he stroked his cock alone, but he didn’t know it would be so fucking hot.

“You heard him, use those fingers to stuff your hole, kitten.” Bokuto chimed in with Akaashi. You reached down further and slowly start to slide two fingers in and out of your pussy, moaning as you started feeling good, the base of your palm bumping against your clit. You started going faster, feeling yourself reach your high once again, your moans turned higher and higher in pitch. You were just about ot cum when Bokuto slaped your hand away from yourself, making you whine loudly when you were denied another high. It was starting to feel like torture, your thoughts were getting fuzzy and all you could think was how badly you wanted to cum.

“Doll if you wanna cum then you just gotta ask” Akaashi said softly as he rubs his fingers over your sensitive folds, making you buck into his hand. You almost didn’t care about anything anymore, the only thing on your mind was the need to cum, but there was a little shard of dignity that was left in you and it made you bite your tongue. Your anger and frustration of not getting to cum makes you a little bold.

“F-fuck y-you” you panted out with as much venom in your words as you could muster. Bokuto shook his head as a chuckle wrecked through his chest once again. You were certainly a fun thing to tease and play with, the way you refused to give up only served to pique his interest further. “Oh I certainly plan to kitten, I’m going fuck this pretty little cunt all night. Make you a pliant mess on my cock”

You heard the clink of a buckle being opened, noticing the gun placed on the table not too far from your reach and with your hands free, you tried to push yourself off the surface only to be held down by your neck. “Oh no you don’t Doll, I’ve waited an eternity to feel those lips on me” Akaashi remarked as he unbuttoned his pants with his free hand and slid down the zipper. “Now pull my cock out, pretty girl.” He slowly released the pressure on your neck, Bokuto smacked your ass when you didn't comply, his heavy hand stinging enough to have you immediately reach out, tugging on the waistband of the his pants.

Akaashi bit his lips as your fingers touched his cock, his  hard member twitching at the contact. Not being able to control himself any further, Akaashi swooped down and pulled you in for a kiss while simultaneously Bokuto aligned his tip with your entrance. Akaashi pulled back, standing straight so that his cock was mere inches from your face. He removed his shirt before he gathered your hair in his hand and pulled you towards his member. You shook your head no, using one to keep you up while the other pushed on his waist.

But your attempts were futile as Bokuto slammed himself into you with one swift movement, making you scream at the stretch and Akaashi used that as an opportunity to shove his cock into your mouth, groaning when you gagged and sputtered on his length, still attempting to cry out. The sounds from your warm mouth made him shudder in pleasure.

Bokuto starrted slamming into you immediately, fucking into you with feral intensity and using you as his personal pocket pussy, each thrust pushed your mouth further on Akaashi’s cock.

“Nghh you're so fucking tight kitten, squeezing my dick so fucking good” Bokuto grunted out before placing both his hands on your hips, his fingers holding you tight enough to leave dark bruises and he used that at leverage to fuck into you faster, His fat cock stirring up your insides and hitting spots deep inside you that you didn't know you had, making you moan continuously on Akaashi's cock. Said man slowly started to buck his hips into your mouth, falling into a rhythm with Bokuto, once in a while pushing his cock deep enough that the tip hit the back of your throat.

The room echoed with muffled moans and low growls, squelching sounds filling the room. Both men fastened their pace, pulling and pushing back and forth, singing praises and defiling your body at the same time.

“Oh fuck d-Doll haa.. your mouth feels so good, I'm gonna cum, I'm gonna cum!! And I want you to drink every drop of it” Akaashi keened as he kept moving his hips, he wrapped his hand around your throat, squeezing firmly till he felt the outline of his cock making you lightheaded. Akaashi watched as you rolled your watery eyes back in pleasure, choking and gagging on his cock, feeling his cock on your throat was the last strand and it pushed him off the edge and he gave a deep thrust cumming directly inside your throat, fingers still clutching your neck. He pulled out halfway, so that his cum spilled all over your tongue; shudders wrecked through his body as his thighs flexed till it burned, he pinched your nose as pulled out of you and clamped his other hand over your mouth so you had no other choice but to swallow, and once done he pulled you up as he climbed on the table as well.

You hung on Akaashi, hands hooked around his shoulders as Bokuto still kept pummelling into you, thighs slapping loudly against your ass. Akaashi kept kissing you, not leaving your body alone even for a second, biting and sucking on your lips or roaming along the length of your neck. His hands roamed all over your body before sliding between your folds, lithe fingers barely grazing your nub before forming a 'V' where Bokuto's cock enters you, spreading your folds. Your thighs trembled uncontrollably, body shivering, you would be laying flat against wood, had it not been for Akaashi holding you up, one hand wrapped around your waist.

Your mind was going crazy, you were so close to cumming but you just needed that little push, that little rub and nudge on your clit. The fact that Akaashi's fingers kept lightly brushing against it didn't help any further, you wanted to just cum, a dam waiting to be broken and you couldn't take it anymore.

“Please, please mmnnn j-just let me cum!!" You cried out, transgressing in the moment of pleasure.

“All you had to do was ask Doll” Akaashi murmured against your skin as his fingers slid up to your clit, rubbing refined, delicate circles around your sensitive nub and that was the final push that made you cum all around Bokuto's cock, pussy fluttering around his shaft, squeezing him tightly as an orgasm wrecked through you, compelling your body into a convulsing mess as a prayer of moans leave your lips, your toes curling till your feet hurt.

Your pussy clenched tightly around his shaft triggered Bokuto’s orgasm as well, his hips slowing their pace as he pumped deep strokes into your hole. And with a loud shivering groan against your ear, your pussy was filled with hot spurts of cum as he leaned his weight slightly on your limp body, his skin hot and sweaty against your own.

He placed a soft kiss on your back before pulling out of you, walking away to get something. During the time he’s gone Akaashi gently stroked your hair, while holding you in his warm embrace until Bokuto returned with something in his hand. Bokuto reached out and clicked it into place with alige fingers before smiling devilishly. You looked down, weak hand unconsciously reaching up to touch the item and you gasped, realizing it's a collar, and yanked on it to try and remove it. Hastily you reached behind hoping to find a buckle to release it, but instead you found a lock and turned towards Bokuto.

“D-didn’t you s-say you were going to let me go?” You asked, voice trembling with trepidation. While you were looking away Akaashi linked a leash to your collar, wrapped the excess length around his knuckles and handed it over to Bokuto. He yanked on your collar as he did so, forcefully bringing you closer as he offered Bokuto your leash with a heated kiss before Bokuto pulled away to look at you with a sickeningly sweet smile.  

“Oh I said I’ll think about it, and I think I’m not done with you just yet kitten~”

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