#Who said thaaaat

[frescoisnotinthemilitary]

Not sure if this is how I send you asks but could you do a König x male baker reader? Like a fluff story? Like at some point Konig realizes he's in love with the sweet baker? If not that's fine too 🫶🏾🫶🏾 please?

Sweet Tooth

König x Male!Baker!Reader

Warnings: Swearing, fluff, and König being clueless about his feelings (Tags apply differently. Jokes about suicide, meant to be read with a light heart)

Pronouns for reader: you, he/him, reader is implied male

A/N: I really appreciate this opportunity to write for a character I haven't really written for or considered writing for in the past. I’ve also never written for a male reader before, so thanks so much for this ask! I’m also a firm believer that König drinks an unhealthy amount of hot chocolate. We’re talking 4+ cups on a normal day. I was given the idea and it kind of spiraled. He’s also shy and very pookie-coded here, I think.  Let me know if any of the German is wrong, I relied heavily on Google Translate for this. Also if I missed anything. I’ve read this so many times that the words are melting together and I just needed to post it. Sorry this took so long, I’ve been sick and it’s kicked my ass.

It was a bit of a shock, the first time he walked into the bakery. At almost seven feet tall, how could he not be a shock? 

Ding. The soft tinkle of the bell above the door alerts you to the presence of the morning’s first customer. You glance up, and the smile drops from your face, then immediately reappears. 

“Good morning! Take your time with the menu, and let me know when you’re ready to order.” Your voice cuts through the silence. “I’m going to go take some muffins from the oven, but I'll be back soon. Let me know when you're ready, alright?”

“Ja.” A man’s deep rumble sounded from under his dark veil. You notice his head tip back up toward the chalkboard menu as you slip through the swinging doors to the kitchen. 

When you return, holding a tray of still-warm muffins, he looks to you. “Bitte, ah, please, may I order?”

“Mhm,” you hum in response, your chest buzzing with the vibrato. “What would you like?” The air is filled for a moment with the quiet sound of each muffin tapping onto the glass display plate. 

“May I have a- a blueberry scone, and a medium, ah, large, hot chocolate, please?” He asks. You notice him picking at his gloves and shrinking down as if trying to appear smaller than he is. 

Maybe he’s shy. The thought makes you smile inwardly. “Yup. I’ll get those for you. Sorry for the wait, it’s just me this morning.” 

“Die Stille [hush], it is- do not worry. It is no problem.” 

Oh my god, he really is shy. 

“For here, or to go?” 

“To go. Danke.”

Several minutes later, you raise a hand in a slight wave as he leaves, paper bag and steaming cup clutched in one gargantuan mitt. “Have a good day.”

“Ja. You as well,” he replies. 

It becomes routine, after a while. At first, it was about once a week. Then, it was a few times. Now, Monday through Saturday, he’s the first customer in the bakery, often causing the bell to ring as soon as you flip the sign. 

It’s a typical Tuesday morning, about a month after he started coming in. You’ve already opened the door, he’s received his usual order, and you’re curious. “What’s your name?” You ask, the urge to inquire obscuring any boundaries you might cross. 

He considers lying for a moment, but you’ve been kinder than most. Always assisting him whenever you could, treating him like a human, not like an apathetic war machine. 

“König,” he answers. 

“König,” you repeat. “Isn’t that German for ‘king’? Are you German?” You can’t keep the questions in. They fall from your lips before you recognize that what you’ve asked is invasive. He’s a customer. He’s here to get cocoa and a scone, not be bombarded by questions he might not even want to answer. 

But the man seems unfazed. “Ja, it is German. However, I am from Austria, not Germany.” 

Thank god for those Duolingo lessons, you think. 

“Oh. I’m sorry for all the questions so suddenly, but what do you do for work? Do you work around here?” The embarrassment you felt at the barrage of questions leaving your lips ebbs, and you feel more comfortable asking them now. 

“Ah, well,” he hesitated. “I am a Marine. I am a colonel. I work on the KorTac base, just outside of the city.” He checked his watch, then looked back up to you. “I’m sorry. I have to go, now. It was good speaking with you. Ah, goodbye.” 

It seems rushed, but you think little of it. He’s just shy. 

“Oh, yeah. Of course. See you tomorrow.” 

“Ja, I will be here.”

Tomorrow comes and goes. As does the next day. And the next, and so on. You don’t ask any more questions, as he seemed to leave hastily the last time. 

But he wishes you would. Why did I not ask one of him? I want to know more about the man, the little voice in the back of his head tells him. 

Weeks pass. He returns again. And you’re feeling brave.  

“König?” Your voice accompanies the sound of the paper bag as he grabs the top. “Would you, uh…” You trail off. 

“Would I what, der Nachtisch [sweets, dessert]?” 

“Would…” You had a hard time getting the words out. Your palms begin to sweat against the counter, and everything seems to be amplified tenfold. “Would you like to get dinner sometime?” You blurt. 

König is silent for a moment. Then, “Dinner?”

“Uh- yeah. With me.” You wish you could see under the veil, as he doesn’t answer. It seems like hours before König’s head tilts back upward to you. 

A small smile grows on his face, not that you can see it. He finally speaks, and his voice is soft. “Ja. I would like that, very much. Thank you.”

He doesn’t understand why his neck feels hot. His ears. His cheeks. His face is on fire and he doesn’t know why. 

You breathe a sigh of relief. He didn’t reject me. He wants to go to dinner. 

Shit. He wants to go to dinner.

“Cool, cool. What, uh, what kind of food do you like?” You ask casually, as if talking about the weather. As if you hadn’t just asked Colonel Colossus to grab a whole ass meal with you. 

He thinks for a moment before responding. “I quite enjoy anything. I am in favor of the foods of my Austrian background, though I am sure you are much more accustomed to those of your home. The choice is yours, mein Täubchen [my dove].” 

“Uh, well, it’s not Austrian, but there’s a little German restaurant a few blocks from here.”

Why did he ask me to choose? “If that’s okay.” 

König smiles, though his glowing cheeks remain obscured by the veil. “That sounds perfect, Mein Schatz [my dear].”

Your face lights up. “Great. When are you free?”

#könig #könig cod #könig x reader #könig call of duty #Cod #König fluff #König x reader fluff #Honestly I think I killed this one #Shot dead #I’m cooked my friends #It’s 22:39 and I genuinely want to put a Glock in my mouth #Who said thaaaat #⚠️ ⚠️ IT WAS A JOKE I PROMISE #I will not commit anything except my life in service to my beautiful country (translates to: I don’t own a Glock) #goodnight my pookies #I might be on later if I can’t sleep #My tummy hurts #könig x you #König x male!reader #König x baker!reader

[seaofgoldensand]

u ever just look at a man that snagged your heart like yeah imma marry him

#idk wtf im on #i love that man so much #my fighter pilot #who said thaaaat

[alphawolfstabs]

SEE THAT?? YEAH. YEAH. THAT COULD DO A LOT TO ME AND I'D LET IT... I MEAN WHAAAT...

the movie is called Life 2017.... you have to watch what it does to Ryan Reynolds OUYUGGHHHghHGDHJSJK I EXPLODED

stu would've too. thats my hc. he would've DIED over this movie. Not bc its amazing good. BUT BECAUSE OF THIS ALIEN AND HOW IT... AHHGGHHHH what... who said that.

I am suddenly really interested. I’m putting this down on my “need to watch asap” list, thank you

#I love monster fucking. #WHAT #WHO SAID THAAAAT #thank you Riv for this beauty

[crockett93]

i think what appeals to me about labru so much is that theyre so leopika. like leorio and laios are both fighters multiclassing as healers who say fuck all without thinking about it and are inexplicably destined to lead the people. and kurapika and kabru are both little transgender multilingual freaks (affectionate) with special eyes that get them read as freaks (pejorative) and who survived horrific massacres. as i typed this i realized they even have similar names i think i might drive off a cliff

#and what appeals to me about kabumisu is that i need to watch them scissor #WHOA WHO SAID THAAAAT #hxh #dungeon meshi #labru #leopika #pleasr somebody understand what im saying hete

[hell0mega]

heyyyy folks with myalgic encephalomyelitis/chronic fatigue syndrome. tell me your stories. really starting to think that's been my problem that ive had for years and has only gotten worse with my covid (and now flu) infections...

what's the process like for getting diagnosed? what symptoms clued you in that made you think you had it? how do you manage it? what was the factor that got your doctor to believe you? HAVE you even been officially diagnosed? how do you manage it? how old were you when you noticed it/how long has it been/what has managing it for however long it's been been like?

I'll be doing my own research as well but i would love first hand accounts from anyone who has it (or know someone who does) who is willing to talk about it

#myalgic encephalomyelitis #chronic fatigue syndrome #me/cfs #cfs #long covid #mine #my friend who has lyme and EDS among other things when we worked together would be like #yeah man i mean it really does sound like you have something #but i would always be like but it's not thaaaat bad and my mental state just makes it worse #like surely if i fix my brain then I'll figure out how to get better #but i read about how they're discovering things about long covid fatigue and someone said it sounded like me cfs #and i looked that up and now I'm like .......oh wow. hm.

[rush-the-stars]

ik getou would probs wanna collar you but like what if.,,.,,,.,,,,,,c collar.,.on getou.,,..

#i’d put him in a muzzle too #WHO SAAID THAAAAT #WHO SAID THAT #feel like even if you collared getou he’d somehow still be in control #it’s just like. the facade of it all. #thinks it’s really adorable that you’d wanna do that to him #bonus points if it embarrasses you to admit it at all #he’d just rub it in…….. #cielo rambles!

[yourlocalenbyreblogs]

that was so weird my heartbeat just vibrated my phone girl stop that

#ethan rambles #idfk what to tag this #doesnt help that im listening to vampire money on repeat #i mean whaaaaat who said thaaaat #runs away

[lisxdumbr]

I wish Gatekeeper was my school's principal...

#he could do better than the actual administration. i just know #he would treat me right #wait who said thaaaat #❝ ritz.txt !!

[keeksandgigz]

hi keeks! just passing by to share some eddie thoughts lolz

lately i’ve been thinking of having eddie be the first guy you give head to so you ask him to talk you through and he does!! (more like tries to) but who can blame him?? he’s trying not to blow his load in seconds while you’re trying to look up at him to see his reaction and make sure he’s liking it (which just turns you on cause he’s just moaning and throwing his head back and you can see him swallowing and and and)

anyway now that i’ve finally built up the courage to send you an ask i might keep sending more so i’m sorry in advance for the spam i might make during christmas break🙏🏻 also i’m sorry if something i said doesn’t make sense, english is not my first language lmao

thank u love!! send me all the asks ur little heart desires i'll have plenty of time to kill during christmas break <3

i honestly have no experience with being talked through my first blowjob lol i just kinda went for it. also this got a lil angsty/ fluffy i sorry.

obviously this is 18+ smut below the cut

"...but what if I like, bite it?" you say, looking up at brown eyes.

You're perched in between Eddie's hairy legs, on your knees in the uncomfortably thin carpet of his room.

Your elbows on his knees, head rested on your arm, looking at him. Fear? Nervousness? A little bit of excitement?

He's a towering mass of smattered curls, eyes shadowed by the bangs hanging low on his lids, covering the black tar pits that his eyes have become.

"You won't bite it, baby. Just keep your lips like this" he tucks his lips under the curve of your teeth, a silly smack of the lips, a quick open- close- like a fish- which makes you laugh.

He's good at this. At making everything seem easy, a lighthearted task. Not like you're giving your first blowjob or anything.

"You still want to do this, right?" he asks, petting your hair, sensing the nervousness vibrating off of you. You nod.

"Alright, sweetheart. Just let me know if you need to stop. Smack me on the leg or something, really hard" he huffs out a laugh. He may seem calm and cool but the truth is that he's literally about to bust.

You, gorgeous thing you, wanting to give him head? He gives himself the grace of five minutes (and that's a lot, still) before he cums all over himself.

So he sits there, dick out at full mast, as you work up the courage to take him into your mouth.

You switch between looking at him, then at his dick, then at him again. A subtle cry for help, as he grabs the back of your neck, cradling your head.

"It's alright, baby. You don't have to take all of it at once. I know it's a lot" he chuckles, helping you inch your head closer towards his pelvis.

You look up at him, and you feel yourself heat up at the sheer cockiness that statement alone had.

"C'mon sweetness. Open up" he whispers, "Baby steps, yeah?" he says, looking at you with the most utter devotion and a little endearment. You look so sweet looking up at him eager to please.

"Yeah" you weakly let out as you open your mouth, letting his tip nudge your tongue. He hisses. He had been waiting for this.

"The lip thing, baby. Like I told you" he says. You follow suit, tucking your lips over your teeth, still looking up at him for a sign, anything to show that what you're doing is right.

"Tongue, sweetheart. Use your tongue, please" he says, voice already strained and clouded by the sheer feeling of you holding his tip in your mouth. Feeling the slow rise and fall and jerks of your tongue under the head of his cock.

You follow his instructions and begin swirling your tongue around his tip, you cringe at yourself for thinking about the comparison your friends told you at school once. Like a popsicle. Oof.

You feel Eddie jerk in front of you. You swell with pride.

"Thaaaat's it, baby. Doin' so good" you shiver at the praise, continuing what you're doing as he takes a sharp breath through his teeth. He's not gonna last five minutes.

After a few seconds more of swirling your tongue, you decide to try what your friends have shown you countless times during sleepovers with a poor banana you didn't end up eating.

You begin to bob your head, taking more of Eddie in your mouth. A loud gasp escapes him as his tip begins to hit the back of your throat.

"Fuck yeah, sweetheart. Jus' like th-that" his hips stutter, making you take way too much of him int your mouth. Using another tip your friends gave you, you tuck your thumb in your fist, trying to not make yourself gag.

The trick reveals itself to be useless, as you feel bitter bile rise up your throat. Your throat makes a gagging noise, alarming you.

You push Eddie out of your mouth as you sputter and cough at the unfamiliar feeling. Tears begin to prick your eyes from the embarrassment.

"I'm s-sorry" you pant, the feeling of humiliation creeping up your cheeks.

He tucks himself back in his boxers and gets off the bed to quickly kneel in front of you.

"Shit, I'm sorry. baby. Should've been more mindful" he cradles your face, feeling your cheeks growing hot.

"I'm just not good at it" you say, huffing defeatedly, looking anywhere that isn't his sad puppy eyes.

"No, baby. That's just not true" he pouts "Baby steps, remember? Next time we can take it slow" he says, caressing the skin of your cheeks with his thumb. All you do is nod.

"Can you show me your pretty eyes, sweetheart?" you raise your head to finally look at him. He smiles, bright and joyful. "There she is" he whispers, placing a kiss on your nose.

"My friends are a bunch of fuckin' liars, I did the thumb thing to not gag and it didn't work" you laugh, resting your head on his shoulder.

"It's okay, baby, you won't even need that trick once you've done it enough times" he smiles against the crown of your head, giving it a gentle kiss.

#eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson fanfiction #stranger things #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson smut #eddie munson x you #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson fan fiction #keekswrites #stranger things fan fiction #eddie munson blurb

[ayeyolooo]

Memory lane

This is part 2 part one is here!

Please excuse any grammatical errors 😥!

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"MAN ION LIKE BOYS BUT who was that fine ass boy you was talking to at the mall yesterday n/n?" London asked. "Oh he's someone from middle school." You shrugged and smiled.

"One of them kids that made you leave?" You nodded. You clacked your nails together as london mugged you. "No no he was the one who made them stop." You said defending armin.

"Ohhh okay." She said. "I'm happy that you found someone my love." She said smiling and wrapping you into a hug. Paris was sleeping cuddling with your dog kody who was also sleeping.

"I wanna see how they look now." You mumbled and laid on your stomach before opening instagram and clicking armin's page. You scrolled on his page.

"But maybe imma see them later." You said. "Girl you over there worried bout them,youn got nothing to be worried bout." London said. "Okay?" London asked. "Okay." You said clicking your phone off. "Now let's go do summm." She said smiling and getting off of your bed. She grabbed your beats pill speaker and grabbed your phone. She unlocked it and clicked shuffle on your playlist.

'Run tha streetz.' By Tupac started to play as you both of you starting singing. "YOU COULD RUN THE STREETS WITH YOUR THUGS ILL BE WAITING FOR YOUUUUUU." The both of you began singing outloud and laughing.

London went on her Instagram and began to go live.

User1: ouuuu who is thaaaat?

3rennn joined.

Mi.mikasa joined.

Meelasplayhouse: ouuuuu she reall prettyy.

"I know right!" London said bringing your face into the camera. You just smiled and lip synced to the song.

Armin.alert joined.

"Ohhh y/n there go your mannnnn." She said as you jerked your head back before looking closer to the phone and seeing that armin joined. Your face went hot as you just sucked your teeth."Girl that's not my mannnn." You said. "Yet." She whispered.

Niseyuserlol: whoooooo!?

^gossipqueennn: that basketball player armin alert.

Jaecomments: no way she talks to armin alert.

"That's cause I don't." You said throwing some hair over your shoulder.

You pulled your pants up and buckled them finally after jumping just to get them up. You took a breath out and just laid on your bed out of breath. "Lord have mercy." You sighed out and stood up before you walked to your dresser and grabbed a shirt and slid it on.

You walked to your closet and grabbed your jordan 4's before abusing your finger trying to put your shoe on.

You grabbed your bookbag and threw some blank journals, a binder,some mechanical pencils pens and some paper in it. You grabbed your France fragrance perfume by Victoria secret and sprayed some on you before placing it into your bookbag.

You grabbed a hoodie and made your way downstairs. You seen your mom throwing last minute things into her purse before looking up and seeing you.

"Oh hey baby you look beautiful as always." She said kissing your forehead. "Thank you ma." You said cheesing. Your mom grabbed her phone and held it up. "I need my pictures,this your last year mama." She said.

You groaned. "Maaaaaaaaa." She shook her head. "Ion wanna hear it,now pose." You did a pose with a fake smile and she clicked the button making the flash shine bright in your eye. Your eyes watered as she took a thousand more pictures.

"Okay ma. It's getting late." You said looking at your Apple Watch. "Okay fine."she said smiling at the pictures she did get. "Ahhhh my baby got so big." She said. You sat in the front with her as she started the car and backed out of the driveway. "Okay here's your schedule,just ask around and someone would point to where you have to go okay?" Your mom said handing you your schedule. You nodded before taking it from her.

You looked at it and scanned for your first class. "Psychology." You read outloud. You walked around asking for directions as everyone pointed to where your class was. Your heart was beating out of your chest as you knocked on the door.

Someone opened it as your heart was beating out of its chest as you walked to the teachers desk. She had glasses with a ponytail and a green suit on.

"Hello." She greeted as she took your schedule. She scanned it and nodded. "Okay you can sit in this group right here." She pointed to a group that had one seat missing. You nodded "thank you ms...." You trailed off you her name. "Oh it's hanji! Don't worry students always have a hard time pronouncing my name." She said smiling.

You just gave her a little smile before you turned and made your way to the back where you sat down in the seat drawing attention to yourself. "My goodness she's so pretty." One of the girls whispered to the other who just nodded in agreement.

"Y/n?" You heard someone call you. "You looked around and seen the familiar blonde. "Armin?" You asked scooting over to him and hugging him.

"Wait your name is y/n? As in y/n l/n?"the boy with a buzz cut asked as you nodded hesitantly. All of their eyes widened and their jaws dropped.

"Pick ya jaw up off the floor before someone step on it." Armin said mugging them. "How do you know that?" You asked them tracing your forearm tattoo. "Um I'm Connie,that's mikasa,Jean,Sasha and eren." Your body went hot as your eyes widened.

"My bad man we didn't mean to run you away." Connie apologized. You just shooed it off. "You good,I just hope that we're passed that point." Everyone eagerly nodded as you just chuckled. "You're so fine." Jean said as you just smiled. "Thank you." You said. Armin just chew on his inside cheek.

"Okay class so we're going to be talking about the mind responds to different things." Hanji said titling the board. "Make sure you take good notes and use a pen,do not write with a pencil in my class." Hanji said pushing her glasses up and turning around.

"Y/n." Armin lightly nudged you. "Hm?" You asked looking at him. "You're left handed?" He asked looking at you holding your pen. You just chuckled and nodded yes. "That's so cool." He said with a pearly smile.

His pink plumped lips looked so kissable right now. "Wanna go catch up wit you." He said. You nodded "yeah when?" You said bouncing your leg up and down. "Today after school." You nodded. "Yeah but you gotta come get me cause ion gotta car yet." He nodded his head. "Ight imma come get you around what? 5:30?" He asked. You nodded. "Bett." He smiled.

My kitty kitty meow meow is not meowing right now. It's growling,barking and waterfalling. Heyyy do you like hello kitty cause my kitty wanna say hi to you lollll.

His nose is so rideable. I can see his abs though his shirt. I should ask him what size shoe he wear for research purposes..

"Y/n you good?" He asked you "I'm good." You cleared your throat and continued to write the notes down.

"Okay so now that we're done with the notes! Please review with your partner what you've taken down. And exchange some information between the two. After that please give me two examples of the different types of responses and stimulus's" hanji said writing on the Promethean board.

You were sitting beside Sasha and armin. "Hiiii." She exitedly waved as you smiled and returned her wave. "Okay so I'm just going to let you know nowww,I'm INLOVE with you." She said. You just laughed and covered your mouth. "Thank you." You said barring your false eyelashes at her.

"Girl I'm so serious." She said with a serious expression before the both of you buses out laughing. "Na I'm just playing but wanna work with me?" She asked. "Yeah sure." You said.

Both you and Sasha exchanged socials and phone numbers before getting to know eachother. Hanji had to ask you two to quiet down more than once,which was horrible due to the both of you laughing out loud.

"So what's something you've been interested in?" Sasha asked you as the wrote down the answers "I've learned how to do hair." You replied as you worked.

"Ohhh that's niceee,I know how to do nails." She said showing you. You gasped and grabbed her hand as you looked at her nails. "Girllll these are so cuteeeeeee." You said looking at her short nails that were black French tipped with little planets on it.

"These $45 for you ma." She said with a little wink. "Ouuuuuuu." You covered your mouth from being excited. "So y/n..." Connie drew attention to you as they all started asking you questions until class was over with.

You placed your things in your bookbag and you looked up to see Sasha waiting for you at the door. You just smiled as you walked next to her. "I didn't think you was going to wait for me." You took your beats out and placed them around your neck. "Why?" She giggled out. "Becauseeeee." You trialed off.

"Listen I'm truly sorry for how we all treated you in middle school,but I promise you that we aren't like that anymore." You just played with your lanyard that held your id in it. "Okay." You said with a small smile.

She wrapped her arm in with yours and walked with you to where everyone was. "Y/nnnnnn!" Connie said running up to you.

This was honestly so weird. "Yes?" You asked looking for Armin.

#ayeyolooo #black y/n #aot x black reader #aot x reader #eren x black reader #onyankopon x black y/n #onyankopon x chubby reader #x black fem reader #aot x black y/n #black reader

[m00nsbaby]

Already over.

Main Steven Grant x F! reader. ( + Marc Spector x F! Reader)

Part 2. Sleepwalking.

Warnings & tags. ANGTS!! Cheating kinda but not really?, hurt, and all of thaaaat.

Word count. 3.4k

Summary.

We been talking for hours About how we shouldn't talk for hours on end. Kissing after a conversation About how we'd probably be better off as friends. Same time here next weekend Say, "We won't do this again" Make me fall where I stand Only like you can.

It had been a while since Steven and you had accepted your positions in Marc's life. Both of you were external parts of something larger, like small protrusions on a road that led nowhere.

You decided to understand it when you realized the burden Marc had to carry. Khonshu had taken hold of his psyche and shattered it as he pleased, although he was aware of his dissociative identity disorder, he had started to lose control a long time ago and this resulted in Steven finding out in the worst possible way. It was as if life itself had decided to break him in every possible way.

Hadn't he suffered enough already? Steven and you weren't going to take away the last thing he had.

The love of his life. Layla El-Faouly.

You envied her in different ways. Living a life of adventures with the man of your dreams sounded like something out of a book. She was a strong woman and the first in Marc's life, and therefore also in Steven's, but if there was something that broke your heart in half, it was knowing that she was happy with him.

It would be a lie to say that you weren't happy with Steven. He gave you all of himself and loved you in a way he never tried to hide. But for years now, you had been the one picking up the pieces of two broken people and putting them back together. And then, there was Layla, who didn't even know about the existence of her husband's alter ego, enjoying the best part.

The carefree part that stood above all the atrocities of daily life, simply having a nice date or the official title of his wife, with a ring and legal documents.

"Do you miss working at the museum?" Steven's fingers traced your waistline, occasionally pausing to press on the moles peeking beneath the fabric of your short shirt.

"You have no idea how much." You could never tell him how much you appreciated that he didn't lie to you. You knew he comforted Marc by telling him that life was perfect just the way it was.

You were face to face. You admired Steven's face in front of you.

Anyone would think that once the issue of his fake sleep disorder was cleared up, he would look less tired. Although there were still hundreds of nocturnal missions, and Khonshu destroyed the mercenary's body until an exhaustion beyond description, now Steven could sleep a few more hours, the ones where he used to force himself to read until the letters danced before him.

Nothing had changed at all. In fact, you could swear that the dark circles under his eyes were becoming more noticeable.

"I love you, Steven." You said suddenly, resting a hand on his cheek. His skin had always been so soft and delightfully warm.

You brought a smile to his face, the one that momentarily makes you forget that both of you feel that time is running out.

The one that makes you forget the slight resentment you have towards Marc.

"I love you…" He whispered before leaning forward, just enough to brush his lips against yours, a gentle touch as his hand rested on your waist, and his thumb traced circles on your bare skin.

He wasn't lying; Steven never lied.

You spent the rest of the afternoon kissing and chatting about what had happened during the week you couldn't see each other. You asked about Layla as you always did, he shrugged, and you wondered if he felt the same resentment towards her that you felt towards Marc.

"The idea of vegan hot wings is stupid," you laughed as you bit into the vegetable in your hand, the one that was trying to deceive you and pass for something else.

"The sauce tastes good!" Steven laughed with you, playfully pushing you with his shoulder. To hell with sitting face to face in restaurants; if your bodies weren't close enough, neither of you were comfortable.

"It's a fraud."

"It's delicious." Seeing you take another bite was enough to feel that he was right without you explicitly saying it.

"Do you want to come to my apartment later?" You sucked your thumb to clean the sauce from it. "Yesterday, I accidentally stumbled upon a garage sale and bought the dumbest movie I've ever seen, I got it for us. It's called Rubber, and it's about a homicidal car tire."

Under any other circumstances, Steven would have laughed with you, but he gave you that look that you already knew too well.

"I'm sorry, love." Suddenly, the fake wings didn't look so appetizing. "Marc is feeling better."

Ah. That.

That was the signal that he would be spending the night with Layla.

"That's fine." You nodded immediately, and you also felt disgusted with the food in your hand.

How much longer could you go on like this?

After a few seconds of silence, you cleared your throat. You had some time to come up with a change of conversation.

"What happened to your hand?" Your index finger touched Steven's injured knuckles.

"Marc didn't keep the suit on long enough; the larger wounds healed, but the rest didn't." He never lied, although this might be the exception. A minor injury to prevent a bigger one; he wouldn't ruin his life over a trivial matter.

You nodded slowly, planted a kiss on his shoulder, and continued with your attempt at a date, which was going perfectly until you remembered where you were standing.

The truth was that the night before, Steven had had a fight with Marc, one of those that hadn't happened since they threatened not to switch bodies back to each other.

"Are you two together, Steven?" He was about to explode, about to go crazy. This was the last thing he needed right now, adding more lies and involving more people. "I already told you, no!" Ever since you considered the possibility that Marc might find out, you had decided that if it was a panic situation, you would opt for the most efficient plan: Deny, deny, deny, deny. "Don't lie to me, not to me!" He never yelled; he was the calculating, quiet, and careful type, but even he had a breaking point, and if Steven was going to shout, then he would too. "Do you think I'm stupid, Steven?" It's funny because he hadn't had any doubts until a few weeks ago, so maybe he was a bit stupid, but he wouldn't say it out loud. "No, no, but…" "But?" "We're not together, Marc; she's my best friend." The second part was at least not a lie. He exhaled heavily and mentally thanked for being in front because dealing with anger, panic, and fear without having control over your body was a nightmare he had experienced before. Why did he ever buy so many mirrors? Marc's accusing gaze followed him around the apartment. "And you like her," Steven completed, another thing that wasn't a lie. "If I lose Layla because of you two, I swear I'll…" Adrenaline rushed through him; he lost control of his hand, which ended up against one of the mirrors, breaking it into a thousand pieces. "Marc!" The other didn't say anything, he watched from the reflection of some glass pieces as Steven's hand now bled, and tears filled his eyes. His body was used to large doses of pain, but emotionally, he wasn't used to seeing himself bleed or handling loud noises well. "We. Are. Not. Together." It was the last thing he said as he stretched his fingers and watched the blood flow between them. Marc was no longer in the reflection. He didn't want to object.

"Will I see you the day after tomorrow?" You could still see him tomorrow, but the idea of him coming to your place smelling of Layla's citrusy perfume always disgusted you. It was as if an extra day would be enough to erase any traces of her from his body.

"The day after tomorrow, without fail." Steven knew; he didn't question you. He placed a kiss on your forehead.

"I love you, Steven."

"I love you, sweetheart."

Receiving calls or visits at midnight was always terrifying, especially when you knew your partner was constantly at risk, and this time was no exception.

The strong knocks on the door woke you up, and knowing it could be no one else but him, you opened the door without hesitation. Clad only in Steven's shirt that barely covered your thighs, with messy hair and half-closed eyes because the hallway light bothered you in the darkness.

Marc's tearful eyes met yours, along with the strong aroma of whiskey that Steven had told you about before, the one that stung his nose.

"Are you okay?" It was the first thing you said as he analyzed you from head to toe. He hated you, hated that you looked so good in the middle of the night, and hated that he felt a sense of ownership just from seeing you in a shirt that was originally his.

He didn't answer, he walked straight into your apartment, and you could only step aside to let him pass.

The way he walked past the sofas to sit on the floor was frightening; you had spent time with Marc during bad moments, but you had never seen him like this. You didn't say anything, didn't press, you just walked behind him and sat down beside him on the cold floor.

Your mere presence was enough for his eyes to fill with tears again.

"I didn't know where to go," he whispered, breaking your heart into a thousand pieces with just a few words.

"Oh, Marc." You knelt beside him to have better access to his body, and within seconds, you had your arms wrapped around him, holding him close. "I'm here, calm down."

You didn't get more words from him for a while, just sobs and those annoying chest contractions you get when you try to breathe through crying. You could even feel the fabric of your shirt damp at the shoulder level from his tears.

"I'm scared." His voice was broken, trembling.

"I'm here." You repeated as you held him tighter.

He didn't have the strength to tell you. He was afraid of you. Afraid of the dreams where he saw himself with you, afraid of the way his heart raced the few times you crossed paths, afraid of losing Layla because of his feelings, and afraid of change.

He was terrified of the mere idea of his life changing completely again.

You played with his curls and stayed on your knees until they hurt, with him in your arms whimpering like a little kid.

"Let's go to bed, Marc." He didn't resist, and you led him by the hand.

Nor did he object when you helped him get rid of his clothes just so he could sleep a little better. He almost felt guilty about how comfortable he seemed to be in your bed.

You hugged him from behind, your two hands resting on his chest where you could feel the beating of his heart and the rise and fall of his breath. Your cheek enjoyed the warmth of his back.

When you woke up, there were no traces of Marc anymore.

"Meanwhile, Osiris' wife, Isis, searched tirelessly for his body and then…" The way you were looking at the ground while walking had caught Steven's attention for quite a while, but he didn't confirm his suspicions until he noticed you weren't participating in his narration as you always used to do. "Lovey?"

"Huh?"

"You seem distracted today."

"I'm sorry, I, it's just…" You cleared your throat while forcing a small smile on your face.

"Do you like it here?" He interrupted to finally point out an area in the park that seemed perfect for your plan. You immediately nodded with that fake smile, and both of you sat down carefully on the grass. You placed the book you had been carrying in one hand aside.

Steven handed you your ice cream and kept his own in the other hand.

"Can we talk?"

"Nothing good ever comes out of that, I've seen it in movies." Steven tried to joke, but hearing those words come out of your mouth made him sick to his stomach. Slowly, he rested his head on your lap.

Your hand, as if drawn by a magnet, went straight to his tousled curls. He closed his eyes and smiled; you had always compared that gesture to a puppy seeking more affection.

"We can't keep doing this to Marc, love." Your voice broke as you gave him those caresses he loved so much. "Nor to Layla, it's not fair to them."

Steven was looking at you again, with a terrified expression and a slight pout on his lips.

"And is it fair to us?" he snapped. Needless to say, both of you had long stopped paying attention to your sad ice creams; they were already melting into the grass.

"If Layla finds out, we'll ruin Marc's life." You tried to be the rational one between both of you, but with Steven's puppy eyes fixed on you, it was almost impossible to think clearly.

"And if we end… this, mine will be destroyed." Well, he had a point. "Please." His two hands went to your cheeks and pressed them gently, his forehead now resting against yours. "We can't. You can't." His lips claimed yours within seconds, and you could only respond as if life were slipping away.

Whom were you fooling? You were selfish enough to give in. After all, every night you created scenarios where Layla found out and left Marc, knowing that it would destroy him, but in your scenarios, you were there to comfort him, to prevent him from falling apart.

"I love you, Steven." You didn't get a response, but you didn't need to hear it; feeling the strength with which he held you was more than enough.

You were all he had, and he was all you had.

Life was better when you both pretended to have a life that wasn't yours. When you fantasized and made plans for a future you would both do anything to have.

"What do you think of that one?" You both looked like kids with your foreheads pressed against the glass that separated you from the kittens.

"They say the orange ones are crazy, lovey." The fact that Steven was just as interested as you in this fed your good mood entirely. "How about that one?"

"I like his or her fur." You pressed your index finger against the glass to try to get the attention of the kitty that was completely distracted playing with another.

"Love, love, love." He nudged you with his shoulder, making you laugh, so you looked at the opposite side, another part of the store.

You gasped.

"THAT ONE?" You had to cover your mouth when the tone of your voice caught the attention of other people in the place.

There was only one cat in the area reserved for senior cats. You knew it was harder for them to get adopted compared to the kittens, it was as if he was destined to be there.

"It's just a baby." You pouted slightly as you pulled Steven's hand, both walking straight towards the spot where the little cat was staring at you.

He was white, although half of his body was covered in black spots, reminiscent of a cow's fur. When you got closer, you noticed that the tip of one of his ears was missing.

Love at first sight.

"Hiya, mate." The guy next to you was as enchanted as you with the animal. "Uhm, what do you say?" He tilted his head towards the glass. The meow completed his performance. "Look how curious, he says he's looking for new parents."

You laughed, genuine happiness coursing through you. You didn't give Steven time to react before jumping into his arms; he lifted you a few inches off the ground in the middle of the hug.

You didn't care about drawing attention. In fact, having witnesses to your love made it feel more real, reminding you that it wasn't just a product of your imagination.

After he kissed your lips, you could feel the ground under your feet again. You couldn't stop smiling.

"Come on, let's fill out the form." Steven's heart was about to burst with love at any moment.

The instructions were clear: fill out the corresponding paperwork, a few days of socialization with the cat to make sure he felt comfortable with you, and by the following week, he would be yours.

"We'll come to see you, okay? And then we'll go home."

"See ya, buddy." Steven said his goodbye too. "Next week, you'll have the best home, the comfiest bed, and the best parents, I promise."

"What's wrong, Marc?" There was something scary about the idea of being alone with him without him being intoxicated or injured. You were taking off your scarf to leave it on a sofa while he watched you from his table, leaning against it with his arms crossed over his chest.

It was impossible to read his expression because Marc always seemed tense.

"She knows."

Your heart sank in seconds, and you looked at him in surprise.

"Ah?"

"She knows," he repeated. You swallowed hard, and for a moment, you thought this was one of those silly dreams that sometimes distorted your reality.

"Knows what?"

"Please, don't treat me like I'm stupid." His tone of voice was enough to make you tremble. You immediately looked at the bathroom mirror.

Steven had told you that while one had control of the body, the other could be reflected in different surfaces, but of course, that only worked between them. No matter how much you looked, hoping that Steven would appear to save you, it didn't happen.

You didn't even know if he was aware of what Marc was doing.

"I don't…" Your voice died down slowly, and you refused to get closer to him. "What does she know?"

"About you." He took a step closer, and you felt immobilized. "She thinks you're my lover, like any sane person, she knows nothing about Steven."

You swallowed the lump in your throat as tears filled your eyes.

"You have to tell her, Marc, explain to her she…" He interrupted you in seconds; the way he raised his voice made you flinch.

"'She will understand?' Is that what you want to say?" He was getting closer, and you felt like he was taking your breath away. Why were you suddenly so afraid? "Yes, I'll tell her every damn thing that's wrong with me so that you can be happy."

Ouch.

"I-I'm saying it for you, Marc." Tears were already streaming down your face, and you mentally cursed yourself for the mere idea of showing so much weakness. "She has to know, it's best for you." And it was, of course, but you were resorting to your last resort to not lose Steven too.

And maybe, not lose Marc either.

"You don't know what's best for me, you have no idea." His sarcasm cut deep as he took the last step to confront you.

"Please, please, don't do this." You pleaded through sobs; your hands ended up on his cheeks. "Please." You pulled him closer to you.

He seemed to relax under your touch, at least for a few seconds. Your heart stopped when one of his hands rested on your waist.

"Don't make this harder, you're killing me." He was also begging, even as his forehead pressed against yours.

"We can get through this, Marc." You sniffed. "I promise, we can…"

A kiss. A desperate and painful kiss silenced your words; it was the only one Marc and you would share.

"Go," he whispered against your lips, still planting small kisses on them. "Please, I beg you, go."

And that was the final nail to seal the coffin between you both.

His hand made you take a step back, a very gentle push.

"I'm choosing her." He knew you better than he'd like, knowing that you wouldn't stop insisting unless he caused you permanent harm. Besides, how could he convince himself he wasn't in love with you if he didn't do this?

You looked at him incredulously, not believing his act, but there was nothing else you could do.

This time, you begged that Steven was present to hear everything that had transpired between you both because you wouldn't have the strength to end it after this. In fact, you didn't even know if you'd have the strength to live without him.

You didn't say anything more, you didn't look back at him, and he didn't change his mind. You left his apartment, leaving your scarf on his sofa as a final reminder of your presence in his life.

sorry, i got tired of happy endings

Part 2. Sleepwalking.

#steven grant x reader #steven grant #steven grant x you #moon knight #moon knight x you #moon knight x reader #moon boys #moon boys x you #moon boys x reader #moon system #moon system x reader #moon system x you #marvel #oscar isaac #oscar isaac x you #oscar isaac x reader #marc spector #marc spector x reader #marc spector x you #jake lockley #jake lockley x reader #jake lockley x you

[midniiights-garden]

I love your hcs for modern au! mizu, could you possibly write some headcanons relating to her getting into a relationship?

(A/N: YIPPIEEEEE AN ASK!! Omg I think this would be interesting and there's a bunch of other HCs on this but imma put my own spin on it ^^)

Possible TWs!!: Mentions of sex, internalized homophobia, sexisim, racisim, grooming (??)

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Ok so first of all yeah, I wanna flesh out her past relationship with Mikio in this AU. I think it would be important in shaping Mizu's view of her future S/O.

So, as I said in my last post she probably met Mikio when she was in University, he would probably be a teacher or something. Lowkey, considering the age gap, in this AU he would have probably either been some kind of forced relationship like in the canon or he groomed her in some way.

Either way, it made moder!Mizu really wary of kindness, now viewing everyone who is nice to her as a threat.

I'm also basing her trauma responses based on my own so I hope this isn't too OOC, I'm just tryna work off of what I know lol

So when you came into her life (probably introduced by Ringo because he's a cutie patootie ray of sunshine), she was more than skeptical.

It'd be rocky. You'd try to talk and she would only give short, curt answers. Much like canon Mizu.

It'd probably take a consistent half a year of talking to her for her to finally crack. Either that or you'd do something really nice for her like caring for her whilst she was sick or prepared something for her birthday or something of the likes. Either way, you'd have to really make an effort to befriend and win her over, it's more of a her problem then a you problem.

But once her initial coldness has melted away you find a pretty sincere, caring woman. She's only strict with you if she cares. If she doesn't I believe she's the kind of person who would probably just go "eh, whatever" if you did something stupid. But if she cares she'll be like "DO NOT DO THAT".

She'll realise she's in love probably while she's sick lol

Like, she'll see you helping her at her worst, holding her hair back whilst she throws up or something and be like "...oh my god".

Mizu wouldn't confess too soon after realising, she'd take her time to really think about it. Was she ready for a potential heartbreak? Was this worth it? You might find that she'll pull away a little as she thinks. It isn't intentional, but it will probably happen.

You'd probably have to confess first.

She'd secretly be elated but she wouldn't show it too much at first. Actually, she'd be hesitant to show positive emotions at all in the beginning. But as your relationship progresses she realises you aren't like Mikio. You aren't there because of some made up image of her. You're there because you love her. Not an idea of her, but herself, flaws and all.

She's gonna marry you lol.

(A/N: THAAAAT'S IT!!! Also im so sorry for taking so long with this. my gf left me and its my bday today so ive been like moping and playing sdv lmfaoooo. HAPPY NEW YEARS POOKIES <3)

#mizu blue eye samurai #blue eye samurai #i love women #wlw #i love fictional characters #mizu #mizu x reader #mizu come home the kids miss you #x reader #mizu x you #x gn y/n #gn reader #x fem!reader

[carolmunson]

18+ minors dni inspired by this drabble that's making the rounds

so let's switch it up. thinking about cheating on your boyfriend eddie munson who does nothing but be sweet on you. takes you to all the weird art exhibits you like, tells you how beautiful you are even when you just got out of the shower and there's mascara under your eyes. gives you kisses on the forehead while you wait in line for tickets to the movies or getting coffee. and god those hands when he play guitar, watching his fingers vibrate over the strings. if only he'd use them on you, if only he'd play you like that. if only he'd wrap them around your throat -- but he hasn't felt ready yet -- and that's fine. so every time eddie drops you off for your shift at family video, steve greets him so kindly that he'd never suspect the bitterness bubbling underneath the 'hey munson, how are you?' every time they cross paths. i mean, of course your manager would be a nice guy, right? it has nothing to do with steve feeling like he lost to eddie when you came in one night with heart eyes after a date. and it's not like steve even made the moves on you to begin with, you'd never said anything before. so eddie smiles and waves, 'i'm good harrington, thanks.' before driving off. steve harrington never loses.

"you know how to get those points up on your review, honey," he says in a low voice, hand smoothing up your back where he has you bent over his desk, "say it." your face burns, feeling his hand crack down hard against your fleshy hip. it's all you can hear now that the store is closed and the lights are off. the only source in the store being the line of light under the door of steve's office. "mm!" you yelp out, jumping at the smack but keening into it. your back arches a little deeper, you hear a low grumble of a chuckle. "please fuck me." "god i love it when you beg," he giggles low in his chest, you can feel him push your panties to the side and spread you apart from behind. drilling the spongey head in without much prep at all. if you want that raise, you'll accomdate to him. "missed this pussy last week," he grunts, "shouldn't have approved that pto." the slick sounds coming from between you make you shiver. his hands come to your waist for leverage -- he doesn't start slow. he wants you to feel this. he does every time.

 "so what'd you do, hm?" he asks, reaching up and running a hand gently over your hair while he other grips you so hard you might bruise, "bet you were such a good girl with your sweet boyfriend, huh?" "y-yeah," you whine, forehead falling down to your forearms where they rest on the desk, "please harder, oh my god." "sooo filthy," he laughs, "such a dirty pretty whore when you're with me though, right? mmmshit -- not that nice girl in his car?" "mhm!" you yelp when he picks up the pace. the slap, slap, slap of his hips slamming against your eyes making you drool while the head of his cock bullies your cervix, "so dirty -- oh god, yes -- so dirty for you steve." he chuckles breathlessly, pulling you up to standing and pulling out. he directs you, he always does. tugging off your panties and easing you onto his desk so the top of your back is against the wall. he looms over you. "say that again," he demands, looking at you down the slope of his nose. he pushes back into you with force, one big hand on the outside of your thigh to keep you steady. the other encompassing your neck and jaw so you can't look away, "say it again." "m's-so d-dirty for you," you moan out in punched breaths.

 "no, baby, say it again -- say it all," he huffs out with a smirk, lips close to the edge of yours, "say my name." at name he plunges in deep, holding himself inside and working his hips in a deliciously slow rhythm. "oh my god, steeeeve," you groan, eyes rolling to the back of your head. "thaaaat's it," he encourages, "say my name, nice and loud. that's who makes you cum, isn't it?" "yes steve, oh! there! there! just like that!" you shudder out while he keeps this deep angle, speeding up enough to make the desk shake. his hand dips down to slide around your throat and you get dizzy. "who makes you feel like me, hm?" he coaxes you onward, "who's making you cum?" "you are, oh fuck steve!" you nearly scream. your fingers trail down between you to tease yourself while his thrusts continue on, relentless. "ooh, desperate little bitch, aren't you?" he smirks, leaning in to kiss you hungrily, nipping at your lower lip, "why, you got somewhere to be?" you shake your head no, whimpering. "’cause i can do this all night," he huffs, grunting while he readjusts your thigh to get deeper. you moan up to the ceiling while your fingers speed up in swirls over your clit, eyes clamped down tight. you feel steves breath in your ear when he replaces your fingers with his thumb, "does he touch you like this?"

you don't reply, too lost in the pleasure building up in your belly to focus, "i d...unh..." "i know he doesn't," he smirks, pulling you down so you're flat on your back on the desk. he can feel how close you are, wanting to hold you off a little longer -- he puts his hand back around your neck with finesse, "that fuckin' virgin wouldn't know the first thing about this pussy." "but i do, don't i?" he asks, hazel eyes boring right into yours, perfect smile grinning down at you while you writhe under him. king steve. "yes, stevie," you rasp, closer, and closer, and closer, “s’yours.” “fuck,” he grunts, “that’s right.” he slams into you with abandon, chasing his pleasure with every thrust while his grip gets tighter around your throat. “you gonna go home and tell eddie what a whore you are for me?” he asks, brows furrowing while breathe puffs from his nostrils, “you gonna tell him what a pretty slut you are?” you cry out, the pleasure building right to the precipice. “you’re not, huh,” he huffs, “cause it’s just for me, isn’t it?” he laughs while your moans get higher and shorter, “c’mon honey, say it.” “just for you, oh shit, shiti’mcumming,” you say, delirious while you feel your orgasm wash over you, “j-just for you steve.” “good girl,” he coos, the softest he’s spoken to you since he got you in the office. he spills over onto your stomach beneath your skirt, making sure to rub it in. he never lets you wash it off at the store, “let’s get you home, hm? i’ll add those points to your review.” 

you get to eddie’s after steve drops you off, exhausted but glowing, basking in the relaxation of an orgasm well pulled out of you. eddie beams with his shining brown eyes while he comes to greet you, peppering kisses all over your face, "hi pretty girl." “looks like you had a good shift, sweetheart,” he smiles, “how’d your review go? did you get a raise?” “oh yeah,” you smile, “really good one, too.” “you really deserve it, babe. you work so hard,” he mumbles sweetly, a chaste kiss planted to your forehead, “i’m really proud of you.”

#steve harrington x you #steve harrington smut #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington #steve harrington fanfiction #eddie munson x you #eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #stranger things #stranger things fanfction

[rottenpumpkin13]

So, you did sick Gen, but how does everyone else act while sick?

• Sephiroth has the immune system of an ox, and rarely—if ever—gets sick. So when he is hit with the flu or some other common illness, he acts as if he has the plague. But he's not overtly dramatic about it. For reasons likely linked to his childhood being cared for by Hojo, he often chooses to retreat somewhere and suffer alone instead of being taken care of. But if someone finds him they will think he's dying.

*Zack finds Sephiroth on the floor, in fetal position in a dark corner of the break room*

Zack: Sephiroth! What happened!?

Sephiroth: The illness has taken hold of me, Zack. I'm not sure how long I have left. I did not expect to perish pathetically this early, but I've made peace with my fate.

Zack: What do you have??

Sephiroth: A common cold.

Zack:

• In the same vein, Genesis has the immune system of a common medieval rat, but is vocal and loud about it. He wants everyone to know just how miserable he is so that they give him attention and sympathy. Genesis is so dramatic when he's sick, in fact, that if he ever contracted an illness with no cure, he'd abandon everything and start upon a war path until he found one. OH WAIT.

*Genesis is laying sick on the couch while Angeal and Sephiroth work*

Genesis: Sigh.

Angeal & Sephiroth:

Genesis: SIGH.

Angeal & Sephiroth:

Genesis: Oh for fucks sake. *Sets a couch cushion on fire*

Angeal & Sephiroth: GENESIS

Genesis: YES GIVE ME ATTENTION

• Angeal doesn't believe in sickness, so when he's not fussing over his sick friends and going "oh come on, it's not thaaaat bad, you're fine!" (<- something he once said to Genesis, who was puking up blood) He's refusing to acknowledge his own illness and "powering through it."

Sephiroth: Angeal, are you alright?

Angeal: Never felt better.

Sephiroth: Are you sure? You must be cold, you're trembling.

Angeal: I'm just excited to start the day.

Sephiroth: Your lips are blue. That's not normal.

Angeal: Men can wear lipstick too, Sephiroth, don't be toxic.

Sephiroth:

• As much as Zack would love to have Angeal's willpower, slay a horde of tonberries whilst simultaneously coughing up snot and continue to be a hero like it's no big deal, he can't. He tries, but the more he exerts himself, the more the illness soaks up his energy and he becomes weaker. Zack isn't used to not having energy and it bothers him. He becomes irritable, stressed and moody.

Sephiroth: Would you like some tea?

Zack: wOuLd yOu LiKe SoMe TeA?

Sephiroth:

Zack:

Sephiroth:

*Zack starts crying*

• Cloud is the only normal one here. He got sick? Bummer, he still has work and a mountain load of responsibilities that won't wait for him to get better, so he toughens up and takes his medicine at reasonable hours (he has a tendency to forget to take medicine when he's sick but shhhh), he drinks liquids, he sees the doctor, all is well.

Lazard: Strife, I hear you, Zack and the entire First Class caught the flu.

Cloud: We did.

Lazard: Where's Sephiroth?

Cloud: Sleeping in the cupboards in the break room.

Lazard: Angeal?

Cloud: They locked him in a closet to stop him from working.

Lazard: Zack?

Cloud: He cussed out Tseng in a fit of rage and I haven't seen him since.

Lazard: Genesis?

Cloud: He's out selecting a coffin for himself.

Lazard: And you? Why are you on duty instead at home, resting?

Cloud: Because I'm poor, director.

#ff7 #ffvii #final fantasy 7 #sephiroth #final fantasy vii #ffvii crisis core #genesis rhapsodos #ff7 crisis core #angeal hewley #crisis core #cloud strife #headcanons

[swallowtail-lotus]

Playful Much? {Michel Nostradamus x Tanjiro!Reader}

Repost

Looking back, I realised I never really wrote anything for him... I'll have to change that hahaha

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You walked alongside Brunhilde and Göll, a gentle smile on your face. You knew what the taller valkyrie was thinking. You both knew Buddha's victory against the Demon Lord, Hajun had unnerved the gods, except you, of course.

You weren't really paying much attention to the two valkyries and what they were talking about, but you knew it was about Buddha.

When everything was silent for a moment, you poked your head out to see what the two were staring at.

You didn't expect another Brunhilde in the room.

"There's two of her?? That shouldn't be possible unless it was Loki and his usual shenanigans, but I don't feel his aura at all. So who could it be?" You pondered, staring at the second Brunhilde in shock.

"Huh? What? Huuh?! Th-There's two Hildes??" Göll shrieked, her head looking at the two Brunhildes repeatedly. A tick mark appeared on real Brunhilde's forehead.

"What are doing here... With MY clothes on... Nostradamus?!" Brunhilde asked with anger, pointing her finger at the other Brunhilde. You and Göll looked at the ravenette valkyrie in confusion. More for Göll than you in curiosity.

The other Brunhilde took off the clothes and revealed a male with short hair and pretty eyes. His clothes were certainly interesting to you. He threw the clothes away and cleared his throat.

"Allow me to prophesy!" He said, pointing at you and the two valkyries.

"The ones to win Ragnarok will be the gods!" He exclaimed, now pointing at you specifically. A small gasp left your lips and your eyes widen.

"Y... You mean mankind's gonna lose?!" Göll exclaimed. Brunhilde and Nostradamus stared at each other for a few seconds before the male fell back from laughter.

"Khee hee hee! You bought it!" He laughed, his loud laughter filling the room. You looked at Göll, whose face was heating up, possibly from embarrassment. You held in your giggles, covering your mouth with your hand.

"S-sister Hilde!! What's his problem?! He's really peeving me off!!" Göll snapped, pointing at the male, clearly angry. It was really hard to keep your giggles in because of Göll's reaction. When Brunhilde was about to answer Göll, your laughter rang through the room.

"L-Lady (Y/n)?!" Göll asked.

"See? This lovely lady gets it." The male smiled, leaning back.

"As I was going to say, exactly what you see, Göll. The man before you is the most obnoxious man in all human history." Brunhilde spoke, patting the younger valkyrie.

"And unfortunately, he's really fucking strong." The older valkyrie finished, scratching her head. You already knew from the aura he had. You took some steps closer, scanning the man before you with your shiny eyes.

"Ah, just what do you think you're doing, Ma Chère?" Nostradamus asked, a cheeky grin on his face.

"Apologies. I was just examining your aura. You have a powerful one." You replied, your lips forming a gentle smile.

"Th-this pervert, who tries on your clothes without your permission is strong for real?" Göll inquired, still upset about what happened a few minutes ago.

"Yes. However, continue with your pranks and I will cut you from the roster and send you back to helheim." Brunhilde answered, folding her arms. 

"Huh?! Not thaaaat!!" The male exclaimed. You tilted your head at sudden loudness.

"Those monsters did stuff to me I can't even describe. Truth be told, they left my body and soul in shambles." He shivered. You sniffed the air, the familiar scent of someone's lies reaching your nostrils.

"To be sent back there, after you chose me to represent mankind and called me here, brunie..." He lied again, his hands clasped in a prayer. When the ravenette valkyrie opened her mouth, you stomped your foot.

"Please stop, young one. We both know of your lies." You snapped, you smile long gone and arms folded over your chest.

"If you truly felt like it, you could have come back any time. Even if it took killing the guards." Your eyes widen at the statement. This small male human could've come here without being called here?

"I guess, yeah! There's just a certain Je-ne-sais-quoi about that place the makes it all so appealing!~" Nostradamus chimed, throwing away the white cloth he used to wipe away the fake tears.

"H-hang on a minute! H-he's a human, right? W.. why was he in helheim?" Göll asked the question you wanted to ask.

"He broke the god's taboo and became the only one in all humanity to be cast into helheim." Brunhilde explained. Your eyes expressed shock and worry, mostly shock at that info.

"Ehehehehe! Don't flatter me too much! You're overexaggerating!" Nostradamus laughed, looking all happy.

"B-broke the god's taboo? What the heck did he do??" Göll panicked, her face showing fear.

"He destroyed the bifrost." Brunhilde answered. Both you and Göll held fearful expressions. Why would this human do such a thing?

"Y-you destroyed the bifrost?! Why would you..."

"I didn't destroy the whole thing, though. They got to me eventually!" Nostradamus admitted, poking his tongue out in a childish way. You played with the silk around your arms, not knowing how to respond to such information.

"Is there any reason why you're here?" Brunhilde questioned, staring at the male.

"Ooh yeah. I was just wondering if it's my turn yet." Nostradamus recalled. That perked your interest.

"No. Your turn is still a long way. Because you are our joker." Brunhilde responded. A ring from her device caught all your attention. You took a spot behind her, looking down at the screen display. You sworn your felt all colour drain from your figure at the next fighter for the gods.

"What?! Round seven is H-H-H-Hades?!" You had an idea of how Göll was feeling about that. Hades is one of the strongest Greek gods. Nostradamus and Göll were talking at once, slowly giving you a headache. Second after you moved away from the ravenette valkyrie, she shoved them off her. You moved to catch the human male, his head nearly hitting your chest.

"Are you okay?" You asked the man, standing him up on his feet. The light haired male turned around, giving you his teasing smile.

"I am now~" He sang, his eyes staring into yours. When you wanted to speak to the Valkyries, you didn't see them in the room. They must've took off to go find the next human fighter. You walked to the doors when you felt something grab your silk.

"Aw, don't you wanna stay with me? Am I too much?" Nostradamus teased, sitting back down on the table with his usual self. It was like he was inviting you back to him.

"Well, not really. I admit, I am surprised about you becoming the first human to be cast to helheim." You admitted, your eyes closed and your gentle smile on full display.

"What can I say, I just wanted to know what'll happen if I destroy that gate." The male beamed.

"By the way, you look really cute. Your slightly feminine features actually suit you very well, oh dear Nostradamus." You complimented the man, bringing his locks of hair in your hands.

"Huh?"

#i hate my younger self so much #record of ragnarok #record of ragnarok x reader #michel nostradamus x reader #ror x reader #snv x reader

[rius-cave]

another good partner to angst— emotional turmoil of “oh fuck I like that bastard”. Especially if one side is like “no this makes me weak and vulnerable”, and the other is like “oh shit, when did this happen??” And neither Lucifer or Adam would make their distress quiet — but I’m having trouble imagining what that would look like outside of Adam self isolating and be a usual dick, and Lucifer having little fits of realization then denial then realization again on repeat. You’ve got a better grasp on their characterizations, do you think this is plausible, and if so, what would their reactions be?

I'm flattered you think I have a better grasp on them, half the time I feel like I'm going too OOC, especially for Adam haha

I don't think Lucifer would have thaaaat much issue with it. He's been married for a while and he's been in love for even longer. It will definitely be a shock that it's ADAM of all people lol, but once he finally realizes his feelings I think he would just be happy, especially since by this point Adam is on a steady path to redemption

Adam however, he has a hard time when he starts sleeping with Lucifer, and he has no emotional intelligence when it comes to real love (not anymore), he doesn't know how to recognize his feelings because he subconsciously keeps denying them.

I said in a previous ask that both of them would go "holy shit I'm in love with that man", but their way of handling it afterwards is different! Lucifer is shocked, but also happy to realize his feelings, and he actively decides to try and make it work. Meanwhile, Adam does panic, he's in a relationship with Lucifer obviously, but this is a whole other thing entirely! Him, loving the Devil himself????? The man who stole both his wives and now even stole his heart???? Adam is not used to being emotionally vulnerable, I think he would keep a distance from Lucifer for a while, maybe even move out/run away for a while, if you want to be extra dramatic. Lucifer would be confused AS FUCK because things were going well! Right?

Adam would be lost in his own panic and realization for a while until Lucifer finally pries the information out of him. "I don't know! I feel strange around you, okay!? And I'm not talking about having sex with you, it's just...! A fucking stupid sensation on my chest and it's fucking driving me mad!"

Lucifer, of course, understands what he's talking about and sees the fear and raw emotion in his eyes, clearly conflicted and panicky. It takes a while, and boy does it take patience, but Lucifer eventually gets through to him and spells it out for him, "Adam, it's okay, you're not broken, you're not tainted, there's nothing wrong with what you're feeling." Then Lucifer forces Adam to look at him, and the rest goes unspoken. Lucifer helps him make baby steps towards accepting who he is now, until Adam is finally comfortable with his feelings and where he ended up.

#I feel like this could be twitched to be a bit more realistic #and depending on your story so far it could change #but thid could be a basic story outline to build up on #hazbin hotel #adamsapple #ask