#all food tastes bad and i hate life and i want to eat nothing at all and furthermore i need to lose weight so i should starve myself'

[zozo-01]

"maybe god does love you enough to save you. maybe they were god all along."

This fic is part of the 'Hot Boi Summer Springback' Event ran by the Skyside Discord and organized by the lovely @angelicaether!! Thank you Aether and everyone else for participating in the event and you can read all of their fics on this master list here!!

For this I heard one line from Sam about how he wanted Darlin' ever since he's met them, and of course I had to fucking run with it!! Mix in a little religious trauma and boom!! Fic has been made. :) Thank you to @lovelylonerliterature for being my beta reader and @autisticempathydaemon, @cashandprizes and @horrorscoupes for being my IRL Sam Collinses, hehehe. (Also Lo, the other religious trauma fic is coming. >:3)

CW: Religious Imagery & Symbolism, Religious Guilt, sam was raised southern baptist and it shows, darlin isn't catholic but they were also raised religiously, Self-Hatred, sam hates himself for being a vampire , Mentioned Alexis (Redacted ASMR), Mentioned Quinn (Redacted ASMR), only by names and action, Blood Mention, Blood Drinking, Disordered Eating, he is a vampire after all and he hates it, Mentioned Character Death, Referenced Character Death, Mentions of Minor Injuries, darlin is involved so of course there are injuries, sam is going through an existential crisis while darlin is just there teehee

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There were two types of blood to Samuel Collins. The ones he could barely tolerate and the ones he downright detested. It took a while for some of the former to graduate into the latter, but he doubted that he would ever be the kind of vampire that would savour the taste of blood. It was fuel, barely even food to him.

He chugged another blood bag, following it with a sip of his bourbon. The alcohol burned down the tangy aftertaste, making it slightly easier to digest it. For the first time in a decade, he found himself in an intense hunger, almost as bad as his bloodlust. He couldn't figure out what it was. He didn't feel extra stress, nor was he exerting his magic all that much. Whatever the case was, the result was him downing more blood than he did during his newborn years.

He sighed, staring at the empty bag and cup in his hands. He would wonder what he did to deserve all of this, but he's known the answer since he was younger and brighter. Throwing the bag into the trash, he poured himself a full glass of his bourbon and flopped onto his couch. Sam took a swing, hoping to get rid of the residual blood clinging to his throat. 

He hated himself for the fact that he needed blood to survive, he was a healer for God's sake. Yet he hated himself for hating himself in the first place, stuck in a vicious cycle that would never end. There was nothing wrong with drinking blood, it's the same principle of humans eating meat. Sometimes, the lion has to eat the gazelle in order to survive. The circle of life. But Sam couldn't help but feel disgusted, filth finding its way from heart and tainting his body. 

Guilt ate him alive, his old prejudices coming back to haunt him. He's met wonderful vampires, both before and after his turning. And he would never think of Vincent as a monster. But he couldn't help the little thoughts in his head that the fact that he was a vampire was wrong. He was just a monster, a feeder and a leech. (It's funny how his father's voice haunted him to this day.)

Sam never understood the difference between drinking the supposed blood of Christ and this, one was deemed holy and the other made him a heathen. If he drank blood from a holy source, then would his sins be washed away? Was there a chance that if he swallowed his pride and walked to the altar with a chalice in hand, would God, the Forgiving, forgive him?

The vampire forsaken God long after he was forsaken. It didn't stop Sam from making small prayers when times got rough, despite the fact that He wouldn't hear him. Some habits die hard, he knows that all too well.

He wondered how long it would take for him to make peace with his new lease on life. There was no chance of trying to go vegan, he'd exhausted every avenue of research in that direction. Meaning this was it. There was nothing more he could do to save his damned soul. He loathes Alexis a little more each day he goes without the sun kissing his skin like it used to.

Daddy always said that he was a dirty sinner at heart, his soul was stained from birth. It made sense that his physical body would match his sinning core. Alexis was just God's punishment for the monster that he was. Maybe if he spent more time on his hands and knees, he would have escaped his fate.

(That didn't explain them though. There was no way that He would send them his way. If Alexis was his punishment, then they were his salvation. Yet the only reason he could conceive as to why they came into his life was to punish him harder, teach him a lesson he's spent his life internalizing. He'd only pray that they won't get caught up in his hellish flames.)

It took two cups of bourbon and a whole lot of water for Sam to finally stop gagging at the blood. Funny how when he was younger, he would lick his bloody lips as a showing of strength and pride. He felt powerful when he consumed his blood. Now look at him, disdain was all that was left of the broken man sitting on the couch.

Time travel was the only answer to his problem, going back to the past to tell his younger self that Alexis wasn't worth it. The fun and wild thrill she gave wasn't worth the utter agony that would come his way. At the very least, he would tell himself to make it clearer to her that he didn't feel the same. But he didn't, and he got exactly what he deserved.

There's no use living in the past, he told himself out loud. What's done is done and all he could do was make do with the hand life has dealt him. Staring out the window, the millions of stars stared back at him with judgment. Fuck them, who gave them the right to cast their holy gaze to him. Not when they stood high up on their throne in heaven. They had no idea how hard it was to stay pure down on Earth. Lucky bastards must be thrilled to watch him suffer for their entertainment.

(Doesn't that sound familiar? I'm talking about you.)

His residual anger was enough to burn the forest surrounding his forced home, but he had to get it under control. There was time to rage and lament to the world, but tonight wasn't it, not when they would be coming by shortly.

The partnership he had with Darlin' was tentative, despite him already saving their sorry ass. Both of them were still trying to feel the other out, ready to pounce if the other showed signs of traitorous actions. Beyond that, he could tell that Darlin' was a good person with their heart in the right place. A bit of a bleeding heart, something he didn't expect at all, but it was a welcome surprise. If they met in different circumstances, then things may have been different.

If they had been born earlier, or him later, then they may have caught each other on the D.A.M.N. Campus. He'd stare at them, hopelessly enamoured with the shifter that stood maybe a few feet away. How could he not, they were absolutely beautiful. Prettier than the songbirds that would fly by or the sun's light that formed a halo on their head. His buddies would laugh at him, dying that the Samuel Collins, fuckboy extraordinaire, fell in love. But hell must have frozen over, for he was a fool just for them.

He would saunter towards them, his flirty tone immediately dismantled by their smile. Yet his awkwardness would endear them for some reason and they would let him court them, something no one thought he was capable of.

He would lead them back to his house, laying them on his bed and showing them how much he loved them-

Sam's mouth dried up and his fangs started to ache at the thought of their body under him. Goddamn it, he needed another damn blood bag. Trudging back to the kitchen, he drained another bag, not bothering with a cup as he drank straight from the bourbon bottle to wash down the taste.

This was getting ridiculous. Absolutely, fucking stupid. He couldn't turn into a fucking newborn every time he thought about them. He shouldn't even be thinking about them like that. It was wrong, and indecent, and robbed them of autonomy. He felt like an abomination for even daring to fantasize about them. He was nothing but a sinner and he couldn't taint their light. 

That didn't stop his fangs from elongating at the thought of their blood anyway. He couldn't help it. They were just so damn bright and wonderful, he had no choice but to forget his own immoral heart. When bathing in the rays around Darlin', there was nothing to focus on but them. Their enchanting laugh and crude jokes burrowed their way deep into Sam's heart, and they wouldn't be leaving any time soon.

And their blood, don't even get him started. Unfortunately for his lust and hunger (he doesn't want to call it love right now), he's had the chance to smell their blood quite often. From large gaping wounds that he would heal to that stupid blood-soaked jacket that Darlin' refused to let go, he's sure he knows their scent as well as the priest knows his congregation. Something about how shifters have more magic in their blood compared to other empowered people, but he knew that wasn't the reason.

It was just because it was Darlin' and that they were incredible and wonderful. It was no secret that they were a vampire magnet, catching all of their attention whenever the two went out. His own blood would curl and rage would flow through his veins, jealousy taking reign of his wicked heart. But he couldn't blame any of them. Most vampires look for salvation in the people they bite, hoping the magic in their blood will be enough to save them. 

But they had more potent blood, even more than the average shifter. It had to have been a blessing for them, their magic so powerful and their blood being a reflection of that. He could tell from the moment they bled all over their couch, and it made every vampire obsessed with having the taste of their blood. Their blood smelled like the blizzards they faced and he wondered if it tasted as cold as they smelled. Or maybe their blood was as warm as their sunshine self.

Clearly, he wasn't any better than the vampires who'd grab them and bare their fangs to force their blood into their mouths. He was utterly disgusting. 

Sam watched the clock on top of the fireplace. (He stared at the judging eyes looking back at him.) They should be here sometime soon, knowing they'd arrive five minutes early because they're just so damn respectful of his time. It would be easier to hate, or at the very least control his fondness for them if they were a little terrible. They were an asshole and a little shit, but awful? Never in a million years. 

He had to find a way to curb his craving for them, out of respect for them and to remind himself that he didn't deserve good things. How he got addicted to a drug before he took it was beyond him. But they were absolutely magical so he wouldn't put it past the realm of possibility. 

Exactly when he expected, he heard their motorcycle park itself in front of the porch. The roaring engine woke the butterflies in his stomach, having to stop himself from zipping around the house in excitement.

A few relaxing breaths later, Sam deemed himself ready to face Darlin'. His bloodlust was in control and his heart calmed down from the earthquake it was. He stood in front of the door, waiting for Darlin' to finally knock on the door and bless him with their parents.

An eternity later, soft knocks filled the air and his cheeks started to hurt with a smile. Of course, he gave a couple of seconds before he opened the door, not wanting to look desperate for opening the door immediately.

Eyes meeting theirs, Sam lost his breath for a few minutes. The stars he cursed earlier shone brightly in their eyes, galaxies swirling into a beautiful kaleidoscope of divine essences. His heart picked up again, giving up on controlling it and instead hoping that Darlin' can't hear the pounding in his chest.

(Momentary silence filled his brain when tranced by their gaze. He doesn't know how the fuck they did it. The voices that filled his head, of the father he abandoned and the women who condemned him, all went quiet with their smile. Only their sweet voice and unintentional sweeter words remained in his brain. Rosaries were nothing but decorative garbage to him, but they were able to silence the demons in his head. Who needs a cross when their protection was all a man needs?)

A hand waving in front of his face tore him from his thoughts. "Hello? Earth to the Cowboy? Anyone home?" they joked with him, but there was that twinge of concern in their voice. Too caring for his wicked heart.

"Yeah, everythin's good here, darlin'," he reassured, nodding while moving to the side to let the wolf in. He had to hold his breath when they walked by him, their sweet scent entering his nose and driving himself. Had he been a weaker man, he would have pinned them right where they stood, but he'd had enough experience beating himself for his desires.

Sam went into the kitchen to get some water for them, knowing that it's probably been a while since they drank a cup of water. The way they chugged down the water was all the indication he needed.

With water in their body, Darlin' got to the root of why they were there. Quinn had been sending some of his lackeys after them, to stalk and intimidate them to go back to him. So far, their efforts hadn't amounted to anything, just some poor bastards who were promised a bump in pay if they were able to bring them to him. But recently, Quinn had been sending stronger mercenaries their way. Nothing they couldn't handle, but the escalation was definitely concerning, for who knew what his next steps would be.

If his mother was here, she would have told Sam to send Darlin' off with a rosary and prayer. That would be enough to keep evil spirits away, himself included. Unfortunately for him, they would balk at the idea of having something to protect them, which was the only thing that was stopping him from becoming their bodyguard. 

He had more selfish intentions though, the rotten thing he was. If he spends more time with Darlin', then he can silence the voices permanently. Their heavenly light could cast out the darkness entrenched in his heart.

Once they were finished venting about this recent development, they slumped in their seat, exhausted from their constant vigilance. Truly, they didn't deserve any hardships in life. They were too good to deserve anything like this. Blessed with a kind heart and strong resolve, why would it dare be wasted on a desolate place such as this?

God loves you, but not enough to save you.

"I didn't know you were religious," their questioning tone brought him out of his thoughts. He found it silly that they would ask a question like that until he saw what they were looking at.

It was an old crucifix on top of his fireplace, golden in colour and with various coloured gems. On it were the eyes that have been judging him since he left Mont Blanc. It had been a gift from his mother before he ran away, her way of blessing him on his journey. But it served more as a reminder of how far he's fallen from the golden boy he was all those years back.

The eyes of Jesus bore into his soul, asking him what was the point of him dying for his sins if he still turned out to be a heathen.

Hand waving in front of his face, he remembered that Darlin' was in the room with him. The heat from the crucifix's eyes died down, maybe wondering if they would deal their final blow to him.

"Yeah- um, my momma gave it to me 'fore I left home," he started to explain, finding any way to skirt this conversation and meaningfully answer their question. "She was a Southern Baptist at heart, thought a cross could save a life." He smirked at that sentiment, clearly it didn't do anything to save him. He didn't give himself any chances.

Their gaze was transfixed on the crucifix to the point where they didn't even look back to face him. Maybe it was a similar likeness that was calling out to each other? Who could know with that one.

"It's beautiful," their hazed voice filled the room. He looked back at the crucifix, not finding anything notable about it. It was just a wooden thing with a dead man on it. Nothing holy to worship, just a sign of empty promises made toward forgiveness.

If anything, the wolf in front of them was more worthy of worship and prayer, because he knew that any pact made with them would be worth it. Why pray to the dead when the living is so much better?

A genuine curiosity about their interest made him ask the question, "you religious growin' up too?" They never gave off the vibe of being God-fearing, but some people hide it better than others. Or learn how to not shove it down peoples' throats.

"I was, not Catholic though," they answered while finally turning back to face him. "Wasn't Southern Baptist either," they added with a chuckle. His wolf was filled with interesting little factoids. He couldn't imagine his Darlin' on their knees praying, but they always had a hopeful outlook that it was hard not to think they didn't believe in the divine. He hummed in acknowledgement, going back and sitting silently next to them.

"If you don't mind me asking…" their voice trailed in hesitation, a tell-tale sign that they were looking for permission to continue speaking. He nodded, giving them the OK to finish their question. Their eyes went back to the crucifix with a questioning look in their eye. "Why keep it around if you're not super religious?"

Sam understood it was a valid question to ask, even if he had a complicated answer to it. Was he supposed to tell Darlin' that he kept the cross around as his failure? That if he shut up and lived the life of pain that his parents laid out for him, then he wouldn't have ended up as the monster he was now. He hated himself and there was no one better than God to keep judging him.

"Well…" he stalled, trying to find a suitable answer. "I keep it as a reminder of where I came from," he started, only to scoff. "And where I don't want to go back to." He'd rather go through his accident again than go back to that hellscape. "'Sides, it's nothin' but a piece of wood. Ain't nothin' magical to it."

There was a contemplative look on their face, finding a way to choose their next words without touching on any sensitive subjects. Their narrowed eyes could burn a hole in the floor they were staring at and he could only wonder about the thoughts firing off in their head. (Really, he wondered if they ever thought of him with this level of intensity.)

"Do you believe in God?" they asked with a quiet tone. Now that was a question that he didn't expect from them.

"I just told ya I was raised religious," he snarked, "I don't know what you're tryin' to say."

They rolled their eyes, flicking his arm in protest of the teasing. "You're such an asshole, leech," they laughed it off and Sam was sure that was the sound of the seven trumpets. What a beautiful way to die.

They went quiet again, their eyebrows furrowed in curiosity. "You don't have to be religious to believe in God, ya know." 

"Oh yeah? What 'bout you Darlin'? Do you believe in God?" he asked in retaliation, interested in what their answer would be. Part of him hoped that they didn't, that he was right in putting his faith in what he could see.

"I do," they said bluntly. It wasn't the answer he was hoping for, but he kept quiet to let them keep talking. "I was raised with the whole 'what's written with you is meant for you'. Basically, what God wants to happen will happen." They rest their head on Sam's shoulder and his arm instinctively wrapped around them. "I know most people don't like that idea, 'cuz it robs them of autonomy. But I don't know, I've always found it comforting. No matter how much bad shit happens to me, it won't be more than I can bear."

"And if it is too much for you to handle?" he questioned gently.

"Then God would write some comfort for me," they giggled. "I know it's stupid, but it's the little things that get me through the day." They yawned and made themselves comfortable on his shoulder. Sam could feel his heart pounding. "You still haven't answered my question."

He took one last look at Darlin', with their pretty face trying to fight off the exhaustion that caught up to them. He couldn't stop staring at their eyes. Sweet and forgiving, they were the eyes he wished would look at them whenever he went to church. They were what God's gaze was supposed to be, free from the hate and judgement he suffered from the congregation. Maybe if they were guiding him from the start, then none of this would have happened. They wouldn't allow any bad things to happen to him.

(Then again, if he was never turned then he wouldn't have met Darlin'. Or at least they would meet in a drastically different context. He wouldn't have the chance to fall in love with them. So maybe Darlin' was right that there was a light at the end of the tunnel for everyone. He just can't believe that he deserved that respite.)

Contemplation be damned, there was no point in thinking about the question when he already knew the answer. "Yeah, suppose I still believe in God, just found it on my own terms." They didn't need to know that they were the only God that he believed in. His mind already started building the shrines in their honour, wondering if they would ever be enough to share his love for them.

It was much easier than saying the words 'I love you'. He may never have the courage (or the right) to say those words.

"I'm glad… that you could tell me…" their voice teemed with yawns and sleep. He chuckled, of course Darlin' would push back on precious sleep in order to listen to his response. That simple action did more for him than any divine being he was forced to worship.

Gently as he could, knowing that Darlin' was a light sleeper, he picked them up and brought them to his spare bedroom. As much as he so wanted to bring them to his bed, that was a big step that neither of them were ready for. Hell, they haven't even hinted that it was something they would be interested in, and his heart wouldn't survive precious Darlin' sleeping in his bed. But it was ok, he would wait an eternity to be with them.

Sam watched them as they slept, eyeing the little details that they hid in their waking moments. Like how their eyebrows were so expressive, or the way their lip scar would stretch with their smile. 

This was so very wrong. Watching them sleep, observing them so carefully, he was being a fucking creep for this. But he couldn't help but not look away. Darlin' was so reserved in their waking moments, and he wanted to see them at their most vulnerable. Even if he was tainting them with his corruption, leave him be! He deserves to be a remorseless, selfish thing once in a while. They were so endearing in their sleeping state, and he promised to always protect them in all of their glory. From their sweet eyes and beautiful body and split lip-

There was blood dripping from their face.

His mouth watered before the intoxicating scent hit his nose. Sam froze where he stood, torn between the want to lick the blood of his face and the need to leave. His heart versus his conscience. He had fed only an hour ago and of course, their blood was enough to make him starve again. His shaky hands wiped the blood from their face and then quickly cleaned it off with a napkin in his pocket, not even giving himself the chance to taste it.

He ran out of the room, locking the door behind him to keep them safe from him. His chest heaved with panic, heart racing a marathon. It wasn't fair that Darlin's blood had this much of an effect on them, but it wasn't their fault either. This was Sam's problem to deal with, and he'd be damned if he made his Darlin' feel guilty over something they had no control over.

Calming himself to a reasonable point, he made his way back to the kitchen. Sam opened up the damn fridge to grab another damn blood bag and a bottle of bourbon, sliding onto the floor and chugging it all over again. If only he was normal, then he would just slip into bed and cuddle his wolf, and not run out at the sight of something as simple as blood. 

At this point, he's sure that Darlin' would never want him. They've told him little bits and pieces about their relationship with Quinn, and how absolutely vile he was to them. From biting them without their consent to pressuring them into taking care of him, it's no wonder that they would be a little hesitant to jump into another relationship with a vampire. He had his own gripes with Alexis. But Sam was coming to the awful realisation that he was more like Quinn than he thought.

Shame and disgust filled his throat once again. It wasn't fair that Darlin' was stuck with monster after monster, they deserved so much better than him. Yet he couldn't help the jealous bile that filled his mouth at the thought of Darlin' with another person. What an awful predicament.

He gazed back at the crucifix with judging eyes. Only they weren't as harsh this time. Still judging as ever, but this time there was a hint of… was it encouragement? That wasn't the right term, but it was as if they were nudging him on a certain path. If he was truly willing to repent and walk the path of salvation, then somehow Darlin' would be a part of that journey.

He let out a wistful laugh, finding it impossible that Darlin' would ever want to waste their time 'fixing' him. But there was a corner of his heart, one where a sliver of light made its presence known.

Maybe God does love you enough to save you. Maybe they were God all along.

#redacted asmr #redacted audio #redacted fanfic #redacted sam #redacted darlin #IM GOING BACK TO MY ROOTS #TO MY FAVE COUPLE!!!! #hot boi summer springback #zo writes tingz #this is zo speaking

[featherymainffins]

Binge-reading Dungeon Meshi because it's the only thing standing between me and suicide ngl.

#it at least gave me the single molecule of mental energy required to force myself to eat at least one slice of bread #because it's like the physical energy is there sure but mentally I'm like 'noooooo I don't want to eat anything i hate food #all food tastes bad and i hate life and i want to eat nothing at all and furthermore i need to lose weight so i should starve myself' #I'm thinking that it might actually make me last until I either convince the crisis center that I'm for fucking real for real #or until my appointment with the school counselor. which idk when would be because i was supposed to go on the #2nd of April but i guess there might be holidays because he called me when i was atva lecture but i couldn't take it #because i had a lecture and he hasn't called since but I'm assuming #that hell call again and that he wants to let me know that the date is impossible #but I want to like wait and see what he says. and if he goes like 'oh actually im on a long vacay now goodbye forever' #or whatever I'll just go '...slay' and ride my ass to the hospital tomorrow. #show up at the crisis centre looking exactly like the patients with chronic pain who report pain 7 while looking unphased #like 'hello i am an active danger to myself I can't get out of bed most days; i need 16 hours of sleep to function for 4 hours #my meds have stopped working I haven't eaten anything but exactly 2 pancakes and a slice of bread in the past 4 days #and i exhibit a strong refusal to change this marked by thoughts present in people affected by eating disorders. no activity #feels fun anymore and they were marked by a strong sense of anxiety a few days ago but now i just feel nothing at all. #at this point I'm not even refusing to do any of my hobbies because im increasingly afraid of failure and its #consequences while being hunted for sport by anxiety from the opposite end telling me that i need to finish 50 masterpieces #immediately or nobody will ever like me again and they'll all see me for the talentless fraud i am. at this point i just don't care. #i don't do anything because i feel sluggish and my body is heavy and I'm so so tired and I'm tired of being awake and I can't think straight #also i think i might be going into a psychotic episode again.' #they're gonna tell me to get the fuck out of their faces anyway but it's worth a try. #like idk i feel like they might kinda listen because yesterday I guess they wouldn't have but today i have stopped caring about cars #and looking both ways. which is like. not a good sign probably. also yesterday i was still somewhat able to talk to people #even though i was in a very irritated and drained out state but today I'm feeling like if anyone even fucking attempts to talk to me #or if i hear any loud fucking sound at all I'm just gonna punch myself in the head until the pain drowns out all the sound

[collecting-stories]

Strawberry Gazpacho - Carmen Berzatto

A/N: Some people asked for a part 2 of Blueberry BBQ, so I decided to stay on the fruit trend!

Summary: Reader and Carmy continue to bond over food.

The Bear Masterlist

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"What is this?" You asked, staring down at the bowl Carmy had placed on top of your papers. You were in the back office, trying to work on the week's payroll when he'd come in, told you that you needed a lunch break, and placed a plate down in front of you. 

"Try it," he urged, wringing his hands in his apron and looking like an eager little kid. 

"Carm-"

"Try it," he repeated and you obliged. Regardless of what it was you knew you would like it. Carmy made it, which immediately meant it couldn't be bad, but also, Carmy made it. For you, more specifically. You took the proffered spoon and dipped it into the bowl, surprised when you pressed it to your lips and found that it was, in fact, cold.

"Gazpacho?" You asked, after a second bite.

You had told him last night, while watching TV and letting him finish the tupperware of tofu feta that's you'd made the day before, that you hated gazpacho. You loved soup and tomato was your favorite; a nice, roasted red-pepper tomato, heavy on the garlic, that you'd perfected over the years. But no gazpacho. You couldn't get used to the fact that it was cold. 

"You like it?" He asked in a way that suggested he might genuinely be worried that you would tell him it was horrible.

"I mean, it's the best gazpacho I've ever had," you took another bite as proof, "it's spicy."

"But?"

You weren't sure if he was fishing for a compliment or trying to convert you onto a food you held in disdain but you assumed that if he wanted someone to tell him that he was a skilled chef he would've gone to Syd or Marcus with his cold soup.

"It's cold soup Carmy, I just can't fuck with cold soup." You replied, "it's good though."

He reached for the spoon in your hand and dipped it into the bowl, trying some of the gazpacho that he had made. He nodded his head, as if to confirm that it was good, as if he didn't already know it would be.

"Should I like, fall over at your feet and tell you that you've converted me to gazpacho and it's the only thing I'll ever order for the rest of my life?" You teased, leaning an elbow on the desk. It felt completely natural to be this relaxed with him and yet, just weeks earlier, you'd been fretting over the idea of having him come over for Sunday dinner. 

He handed the spoon back and you took another experimental taste.

"I mean, you're still eating it," he pointed out, grinning. 

In no world would Carmy say that he was 'good with people'. If he wasn't saying the wrong thing then he was saying nothing at all (and that was also wrong). He wanted to spend more time with you, the most time he could afford outside of The Beef but the only way he really knew how to spend time with anyone was cooking. So he kept cooking for you, things you liked, things you hated but liked when he made them. He kept trying to find the perfect thing to say and the perfect recipe to go along with it, as if that would remedy his inability to tell you that he wanted more from whatever this situation currently was. You weren't dating but he wanted to be dating but he wasn't exactly the dating type (as far as having an actual open schedule went). 

"Touche," you replied, taking another bite. "I can't decide if I'll regret telling you this or not but my mom has a recipe for strawberry gazpacho that apparently my grandma used to make every summer."

"Strawberry?"

"I can already see the gears turning in your head Carmy," you laughed. 

He looked down at you, piercing blue eyes taking your measure, "can you get me the recipe?"

"Are you gonna make me eat it?" You practically pouted. 

He nodded, "yes."

You groaned and leaned back in the office chair, "god, the things I do for you Carmy." You sighed. "I'll text my mom for the recipe...I can pick stuff up on my way home, if you want. Or if you're all gazpacho'ed out-"

"No, tonight works." He agreed.

Before you could say anything else Marcus was calling Carmy back to the kitchen. He wiped his hands on his apron once more and push himself off the desk. Before he could pick up the bowl you put your hand over his, "I might try another bite." 

There were other things that Carmy could probably be doing with his evening. Catching up on sleep, working on the recipes that he and Syd had been spitballing for the updated menu, mending whatever semblance of a relationship he still had with Sugar. Instead he was looking forward to going to your apartment (which was leagues nicer than his shitty place) and cooking. He'd lived so long on white bread and peanut butter and chips and soft drinks and anything quick that he'd forgotten what it was like to cook just because he enjoyed cooking. Hell, he'd forgotten that he enjoyed it. The only thing, lately, that really felt like it brought that enjoyment back was standing in your kitchen.

"Rigoletto has taken up residence on the island and he refuses to move so...we're down some counter space," you said as soon as you opened the door to Carmy, moving aside to let him into your apartment. 

He stopped at the island, leaning over to pet Rigoletto, who half-heartedly rolled onto his side to give Carmy better access to his stomach. "Hey chef," he teased. He turned to look at you, still stroking the cat as he did, "strawberry gazpacho?" 

"I would just like to disclaimer that I don't think strawberries are going to improve my deep-seated hatred of gazpacho but-"

"I mean, you did eat most of the one I made earlier," Carmy pointed out as your mouth fell open in surprise. 

"Angel! What a snitch!" You laughed, "I can't believe he told you."

"Hey, it's my kitchen, I've gotta know what's going on." He followed you around the other side of the island, grabbing the notebook you had sitting on the counter and scanning over the recipe. You'd called your mom on the way home and asked for a copy of the recipe, which she'd gladly texted ("does this have something to do with that cute chef where you work?"). You'd picked up whatever ingredients you didn't already have at your house and set everything out for Carmy before he'd even gotten there. You felt a little silly, being so excited just to have him come over and cook with you (for you) when there was no real definition to what your relationship was. 

"Did you cook growing up? Like with your mom and stuff?" You asked, stealing a strawberry out of the plastic container. 

"No," Carmy shook his head, then amended his answer, "not really. My ma always told us to help but if we did she yelled at us for doing something the wrong way...it was better to just stay outta her way when she was in the kitchen. You?"

"Oh yeah, my mom's not like...the best chef in the world or anything but she loved trying new stuff. Anything we wanted we could ask for and she'd try to make it. And then as we got older we would have like, nights where one of us got to cook." You replied, "I like it but...I don't think I'm good at it."

"You are...I mean....not like, you've got potential." Carmy explained, blue eyes glancing up to meet you across the island and you smiled. 

"Thank you chef."

You left Carmy to the strawberry gazpacho and the chicken he'd brought over to make some dish you'd never heard of before while you got Rigoletto's dinner out. The cat had finally moved off the island and you sprayed it down with cleaner to at least give yourself a better chance of not picking white cat hair off your dinner plate. 

Carmy fit right into your kitchen, probably the whole apartment for that matter. It was something both of you had thought, more than once, but neither of you said anything about. He felt like he was waiting for something bad to come from all the good you had been supplying in his life recently. Bad news always felt like it was lurking around the corner for him, especially these days, and he didn't want to put everything in one basket. But being in your kitchen, in your space, felt good. It felt like he was supposed to be there. 

"Did you know," you were saying as you came back into the kitchen, leaning near him to look at the chicken he was searing on the stovetop, "that I didn't know what mortadella was before I started working at the Beef?" 

Carmy turned his head to watch you fish a piece of garlic out of the skillet and eat it whole, "Did you just?"

"It was cooked."

"It was a whole clove of garlic."

"I love garlic," you shrugged, dropping the fork in the sink, "but seriously, I had to google it cause I didn't know what Richie was talking about when he was trying to explain it."

"It's very Italian." Carmy replied. 

"You're very Italian." You grinned and he rolled his eyes.

"I am, yeah." And then, "I still can't believe you ate that."

"You act like you've never eaten garlic before."

"Not just shoved a whole clove in my mouth." He replied. 

"It tasted good." You shrugged, "I always use too much garlic. Like if a recipe says three cloves I use six."

"Yeah that's why I said you had potential." 

"Well now I just feel like that's your 'I don't wanna hurt your feelings' way of saying I'm actually shit at cooking." You replied. 

"Nah, if you were shit I'd tell you."

"Yeah but then who'd balance the books for you?" You teased, searching in the cabinet under the island for wine, "red or white?"

"Uh...white for this." Carmy replied.

You pushed the bottle of red you were holding back into the cabinet and went to the fridge, pulling out the Chardonnay you'd bought last week. You grabbed two glasses from the cabinet, handing him one once it was poured. 

"Is this the 'only white you'll drink' wine?" He asked, taking a sip. 

The last time he had come over to cook with you (for you) there had been a long discussion about different wines in which you'd explained that there was only one type of white that you liked. More accurately, one brand that made a chardonnay you didn't completely hate. 

"Yeah...they finally restocked!" You exclaimed, leaning against the counter, "the woman at the Wine and Spirits definitely thinks I'm an alcoholic though...I bought like, four bottles." 

Carmy shook his head, reaching a hand out for the bottle and splashing a little into the pan when you handed it to him. Kitchens were crowded and Carmy was more than used to working in an environment where people were constantly at each other's side or back or space but something about having you leaning there against the counter beside him was both extremely nerve-wracking and extremely comforting. 

He didn't say anything about it though, at least not until after you'd eaten dinner and were sitting on the couch avoiding the dishes. Then he blurted it out while you watched reruns of Murder, She Wrote with Rigoletto. "I always thought I would do stuff like this when I was younger."

"Watch 80's tv shows on a Tuesday night?" You asked.

"No," he laughed, "Just like...I don't know....you know, make dinner with someone. Or, I guess, not feel like my entire life was in a restaurant all the time."

"Well I'll always be happy to make dinner with you...or at least supply the wine while you make dinner." You replied, grinning at him.

"Yeah," he nodded his head slowly, as if convincing himself that what you were saying was true. 

"Yeah," you agreed.

#collecting stories imagine #carmy berzatto x reader #carmy berzatto x you #carmy berzatto fluff #carmy berzatto imagine #carmy x reader #carmy x you #carmy x y/n #the bear fanfiction #the bear imagine #the bear fanfic

[l0serloki]

JJK Boys with an Insomniac Reader

(Nanami, Gojo, Todo, Geto)

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Nanami Kento : 

Nanami has had lots of experience with bouts of insomnia. 

He tries to make tea and will ask to read you to sleep. If it helps, that's great! But he doesn’t want you to worry if you can't. 

Most of the time he comes home at weird hours during the night anyways. (Not that he wishes to be out during those times..) So selfishly he kind of likes that you’re awake.

He’s the type of boyfriend to sit on the couch with you at weird hours and watch TV and eat snacks. Secretly it’s one of his favorite things to do.

“Darling what are you still doing up?” Nanami’s voice filled the silence as he walked into the house. He slipped his work shoes off quickly and came over to kneel in front of you. You were worn out and you could not for the life of you get to sleep. You hated nights like these. 

“Can’t sleep.” You whispered out as you shuffled over the edge of the couch, wrapping your arms around his neck. His hand slithered to your back as he rubbed soothing circles along your skin. 

“That’s alright. Why don’t you just wait here while I shower and then we can watch something? Will that help?” He asked and you nodded. You loved when he would cuddle up with you on the couch, turning on some calming movie for the two of you. 

“Yes please.” You said and he hummed, leaning down to give your forehead a kiss. 

“I’ll be quick darling.” 

It wasn’t even twenty minutes later that Nanami had returned, scooting you into him as he adjusted on the couch. His head rested atop of yours as his arms held you in a tight embrace. There were no words needed as you pressed play on the show and his lips fluttered down to give you a quick kiss. These nights were your favorites. Even if you couldn’t sleep. 

Gojo Satoru : 

Gojo sleeps a little too much. It’s abnormal. 

He notices your lack of sleep and will make a few snarky responses. Nothing bad, just stuff like ‘I'll sleep for the both of us babe’ or ‘Those eyebags look sexy’.

He will ask his students for help about how to get you to sleep. It doesn’t work but it did get a laugh out of you.

In the end he’s not much of a help but if you really want him to stay up with you, he will.

You tossed and turned in bed as your boyfriend snored next to you. You believed that all of the sleep you lacked was going towards him. If he wasn’t up being stupid he was passed out. Your hand rubbed at the side of his cheek, watching his peaceful face. Part of you was jealous. You wished to remember the last time you slept that good.

“Am I just so handsome you have to watch me like a creep?” Gojo’s voice rang out and you jumped. Your hand smacked at his chest as you rolled your eyes.

“You scared me!” You retort and he only gives you a sleepy grin. 

“Sorry babe. Maybe if I do it a few more times you’ll get tired and join me.” He teases and you only sigh.

“Yeah cause that’s likely.” You grunt as he pulls you into his embrace, burying his head into your neck. His voice is soft as he whispers out to you.

“Worth a try.”

Todo Aoi :

Todo tries his best. He even offers to knock you out if it would help you get sleep. (You decline of course.)

He makes sure to get food while he’s out and stuff he knows you like. He may be a big barbarian but he knows your tastes!

He does give really good cuddles and won’t take no for an answer. Even if you say you’re not sleepy he will drag you into bed.

“I can’t seem to sleep. I slept for one hour last night.” You sigh as Todo rests against your shoulder. Your body is slouched against the bed as he peeks up at you.

“Why not?” He raises an eyebrow and grabs your hand in an attempt to calm you. You only shrug in response.

“Just can’t. And nothing I try seems to work.”

Todo seems to take this information in as he nods and then looks up with wide eyes.

“I can try knocking you out if that will put you to sleep. I’ll be gentle.” He says as he smiles, acting as if this was a perfect solution. 

“Todo how could you possibly be gentle while knocking me unconscious?” You question his thought process. He seems to finally understand that maybe that wouldn’t be the best idea.

“Guess you’re right.. I suppose I’ll just have to charm you to sleep.” He grins and you only chuckle.

Geto Suguru :

He notices quickly when you don’t sleep or toss and turn next to him all night. 

There’s not much he can do but he does offer massages and to get you anything that you think might help. 

He gets into a habit of spraying ‘sleeping mist’ around the bed before you two lay down in hopes that maybe it’ll help. 

You felt exhausted. It had been such a long day and it didn’t help that your body still felt the need to be awake. You tossed around in the bed as Geto wrote, his eyes looking up at your uncomfortable form.

“Why are you not asleep yet? Is something bothering you?” His hand rubbed at your back, dark eyes peering down at yours. You just groaned as you scooted over to him. He welcomed you into his arms, putting down his book. 

“I just can’t sleep. I’m worn out but I keep failing.” You whisper out and he only hums. 

“This seems to happen a lot. Maybe we should get you some stuff for this.” He ponders as he continues to soothe your body with his massage. You could only offer a small nod at the idea as you closed your eyes again. Just one more attempt wouldn’t hurt.

#nanami kento x reader #jjk nanami #jujutsu nanami #nanami kento #kento x reader #gojo x reader #gojo satoru #gojo x reader fluff #jujutsu gojo #jjk gojo #todo jjk #todo aoi #todo x reader #geto x reader #geto suguru #jjk geto #geto x reader fluff

[thereticx]

៚𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗇𝗍𝗌 𝗐𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗂𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗇𝗍𝗌

inspired by this song

pairing: Eren Jaeger x Reader

summary: Eren Jaeger shows his face again after a whole year away, recovering from the mess that was yours' breakup. Summer was already here and with it there's no escaping one another.

warnings: break up, ex's to lovers, cheating rumors, sexual themes, slight body talk

author's note: first attempt to write something that includes a song so I hope this isn't terrible (also the first one shot with smut after some time)

✎"Darling, you need to eat something. Please" Carla's voice rang through the massive room where she and her son stood for almost an hour trying to enjoy some good food. She hated seeing him like this, empty and absent.

Eren played with the fork while slowly raising his eyes to face his mother. He tried to mimic a smile as best as he could, maybe just maybe, she'll let it go "I'm not that hungry I ate before I got here"

The long ride to his mother's house gave him enough time to put himself together, to put up a front, convincing enough in order to not raise suspicions. But he forgot that it's his mother. Carla could read him like an open book, she was able to break through his facade and see him.

"Sweetheart, did you break up? Or is it something else? You know you can—"

"Yeah, we did" The boy felt how tears were about to fall from his eyes. God, he hated crying. It made him weak and hopeless. A single question was enough to take him back to that day where all went downhill.

「Hand over heart, I'm praying

That I'm gonna make it out alive 」

"Three years, Eren! Three damn years!" Your mouth tasted the salty tears that slipped over your chapped lips, then it hit you "Why?"

Eren stood in front of you, his eyes scanning your form. Your beautiful face was coated with tears and your eyes were tinted red from all the emotions flowing through them. Those eyes he got lost in every night held so much pain, so much betrayal, for him.

"Baby…please.. I can explain, just—" His trembling hands reached out for you, taking your face in them, his thumb brushing away a droplet of water. Eren's touch was so comforting yet so strange in that moment. You didn't know what to do, how to react. Part of you wanted to slap him so hard he would feel the sting for days, but another part wanted to give up. It was quite tempting to fall into his arms, to let him taste your lips and whisper what you so desperately wanted to hear.

「You got me scattered in pieces

Shining like stars and screaming」

No it's not right. You couldn't offer him your forgiveness not this time. With a shaky breath you managed to break everything you two have built. Every happy moment where you were laughing together, kissing, undressing everything crumbled. To say it hurt like hell was an understatement. It felt horrible. Eren felt his heart hurt, his chest moving up and down so fast he couldn't breathe properly "Please don't….please"

「This is a modern fairy tale

No happy endings」

That day haunted you for weeks on end. You grew to miss him so—so much that nothing had meaning in your life without him.

Eren was the air you breathed, he was the sun that warmed you up whenever you had a messed up day, when you wanted to smash everything in your sight and just hysterically cry.

He would warm you up with his little smirk that showcased perfect teeth, coming to embrace you and kiss your eyelids, your hair and finally your lips. There, he spent a good amount of time, swallowing every regret you had for the day and every bad thought. His lips were so gentle and sweet you couldn't resist. His fingers playing with the hem of your shorts while saying "Let me love you, baby"

And who were you to deny him?

「The bed's getting cold and you're not here

The future that we hold is so unclear

But I'm not alive until you call

And I'll bet the odds against it all」

The body that laid beside you was unknown, strange. Your soul refused to acknowledge it. The burning feeling you once got from Eren touching you, now it was locked up. There's no such thing as pleasure anymore. Only the gods now, you tried to love him. Your new boyfriend. You really did try.

If only he knew what was going on through your head a few hours ago when you had sex. If only he knew the boy who stole your mind and heart was far—far away and still you felt him so close.

His old shirts were kept in your closet, his ring that he had given you on your first year anniversary was kept beside you on your nightstand.

「There's a million reasons why I should give you up

But the heart wants what it wants」

Nights were the worst. In those moments you felt like the most. Your body tingles when you wear his clothes and when you click on the album you're faced with thousands of memories. All of them printed on your mind that when you close your eyes you're able to see him.

「You got me sippin' on something

I can't compare to nothing」

"Eren…this is my boyfriend" A knife ripped his skin and struck his heart. Was this really happening? He shook his hand trying to be as polite as possible but deep down he wanted to break your boyfriend's head and steal you away from him.

Eren was dressed handsomely but adapted to the hot weather. He had his key necklace hidden under his shirt and a smaller one sitting right at the base of his neck. His arms were decorated with bracelets all of them from the time you went to parties together but what really caught your attention was the ring he wore. The one you bought him when he turned nineteen.

He always wore it, even at the gym. Despite the fact that it left nasty marks on his finger, he didn't dare take it off.

When you trailer your eyes up his form you caught his eyes. You could see the pain and regret was still there, but he restrained himself from making a move. His body just couldn't move. You saw the innerbattle he endured seeing you with another man. It was hard for you too, because if he was to take your hand in his right then and there you'll give in and abandon your morals.

Please do it.

He didn't.

「But then you disappear and make me wait

And every second's like torture」

This was a terrible idea. You shouldn't be here with him. Not alone. It's not like you didn't trust him, you didn't trust yourself.

"So, about that thing. I didn't cheat on you. Historia just got into a fight with Ymir and I hugged her. That's all" Eren felt like it was too late to explain everything. But he had hope that you'll take him back.

「Save your advice 'cause I won't hear

You might be right, but I don't care

There's a million reasons why I should give you up

But the heart wants what it wants

The heart wants what it wants」

You smashed your cold lips against his, licking his lower lip to ask for entrance. His hands cupped your face keeping you so close your breaths became one. The taste of him was so addicting you desperately wanted to rip his clothes off.

"What about him?" He whispered, opening his eyes to scan your reaction. You smiled "The only one I care about right now is you. So, shut up and kiss me"

(the two of you broke up before this)

His arms lifted you by the hips and wrapped your legs around his waist. You felt him smirk against your neck, pressing wet hungry kisses. You tilted your head to the side allowing Eren to mark your neck. Your fingers were in his hair taking out his hair tie and letting the long strands of hair to rest on his shoulders "Eren..please"

"I know baby, I know" With one kiss pressed on your lips he laid you down on his bed sheets, admiring your body. You were curvier than he remembered, more beautiful if that was even possible.

Eren removed his shirt, his torso and abs on full display. He let your finger travel on his pecks while he rested his forehead on yours "I fucking missed you" Your touch raised goosebumps on his whole body and his pants were tighter with every second.

You sat up discarding your clothes along with your bra and underwear. You kept your thighs together to stop the slick from slipping further down your legs.

Eren watched you with hungry eyes when he noticed something. Your arms were around your middle, to hide something. He leaned in, taking your lips in his, meeting your tongue. You couldn't escape him. His overwhelming presence made you remove your arms from around you and pull him in, working your way to get him out of his pants.

Eren gripped his dick in his hand aligning with your entrance. His slit moved briefly up and down teasing you "Eren please.." You raised your hips to get some kind of friction.

The boy gripped your hips and stopped your movements "Tell me if it hurts" He pushed his tip inside, making you gripp the bedsheets. It's been a long time since he had been inside you and your now ex boyfriend wasn't even near as big as Eren.

He pushed forward making you close your eyes to stop the tears from building up "Relax baby I'm almost halfway"

Halfway?

"Eren it hurts—" Upon hearing you, he moved no more. His hands grabbed yours and squeezed them "Shh…you're doing so good love..so good" You opened your eyes seeing him look at you with so much love and admiration. He was painfully hard but still he took it slow for you.

His thumb drew circles on your hand while he whispered "Do you remember the first time we did it? You took me so good. Fuck, this pussy is perfect baby. You're perfect"

While he talked you were so focused that you didn't pay attention to the pain anymore "Can I move?"

Oh..

You slowly nodded your head and felt Eren's thrusts. His movements were slow but deep. Your walls hugged him so good he felt like cumming right then.

"Oh fuck—" He picked up the pace, making you see stars. His dick went deeper with every movement reaching your g spot.

You arched your back feeling your orgasm build up "Eren I'm about to cum" He let go of your arms letting you wrap them around his neck. You rested your face in the crook of his neck, panting.

Eren felt your pussy clench around him as your orgasm hit you "That's it baby. Let it go" He put his hand on the back of your head, stroking your hair while he kissed your hair line.

When he pulled out of you, your juices where running down your inner thighs "No..you didn't get to cum"

He laughed sweetly pecking your lips "Don't worry about me—"

But you didn't listen. You pushed him on the bed, your lips kissing him lower and lower, reaching his still hard dick.

You looked up at him and god, he was about break. His hair stuck to his handsome face, his cheeks reddening. He was embarrassed.

You started kissing his dick from the base until you reached his tip. Your tongue came in contact with the precum and didn't hesitate to take him in all the way.

"Fuck—fuck" You felt his fingers grip your hair while he held you there for a second. He didn't apply pressure letting you do whatever.

You moved your head up and down, your tongue flat against his dick. He wasn't able to contain himself and thrusted up in your mouth "Don't stop fuck—"

You didn't dare to. Your hand squeezed his balls while you went faster. His moans were getting louder which indicated that he was close. Eren wasn't the one to shy away when having sex. He was as loud as he wanted.

His dick hit the back of your throat, releasing his load.

He watched you swallow his cum. You crawled on top of him kissing him. He trapped you with his arms, his lips biting your earlobe "I love you, Y/N"

You didn't reply with words but rather you kissed his jaw resting your head on his chest.

I love you

He knew that. You didn't have to speak.

For him it was enough that you were there.

That night the two of you made a promise. Through breathless moments you admitted to yourselves that…..

「The heart wants what it wants, baby

It wants what it wants, baby」

Your hearts want one another.

#fanfic #x reader #anime #snk #aot #attack on titan #eren yeager #eren x reader #one shot #eren smut #eren jaeger #eren jaeger smut #eren x you #eren x y/n #shingeki no kyoujin imagine #snk eren

[sarcastic--metaphor]

Vampire!Simon AU Timeline

I tried to keep this loose and simple but it ended up being a lot more detailed than I expected. This is a pretty comprehensive timeline of my AU's backstory for anyone who wants to know more or just wants a clear idea what wtf is happening. Enjoy!

Ok so pre-Mushroom War:

This remains largely unchanged- Simon finds the crown, loses Betty, etc.

Maybe due to Simon’s interest in ancient artifacts, he’s aware of vampire lore and has even found some ancient stakes with traces of an unknown species’ DNA on them on past expeditions

He’ll never have the chance to publish the results of his findings

After the War (aka post-apocalypse Simon and Marcy):

Simon finds Marcy and instantly knows he has to protect her, she learns about the crown’s influence, etc

They encounter the Vampire King and his court

VK is initially surprised to see a non-vampiric magic user, especially one as strong as Simon, until he realizes that it’s all from the crown (he witnesses Marcy plead with Simon to take off the crown bc he’s going too nuts)

VK also has an interest in Marceline, the little girl that keeps trying to suck out the Fool’s soul as he toys with her. She's clearly not human and that piques his interest

VK defeats Simon and takes the crown. He’s not interested in Simon himself but does think Marcy might one day become a powerful member of his court. But she’s fiercely loyal to Simon so VK strikes a bargain- Simon lives if Marcy comes with him. (Really, at this point he was willing to kill Simon and just take Marcy but VK saw the madness the crown inflicted and thinks Simon can advise him on how to resist it)

As part of the King’s court:

The Vampire King isn't interested in letting humans live in his hive unless they're soon to be butchered.

So Simon is bit and turned. He’s told to abandon his human name and accept the once given to him- Temperance, one of the three arcane virtues. It represents patience and moderation ordinarily, but represents discord and conflicting interests when inverted.

Marcy still calls him Simon in secret

Simon is stunned that the VK can resist the crown’s madness to a certain extent as he masters its control over snow and ice

The hardest part about being a vampire for him is no longer being able to enjoy sunlight, as on his expeditions and while taking care of Marcy, he fundamentally understood that daylight = visibility and safety and that night= danger

Marceline will be bitten when she turns 18. In the mean time, she’ll be tutored by Simon and treated like a princess by the minions.

Marceline gets her own room, all the food she can eat, a soft bed, etc. She wants for nothing not out of kindness, but bc the VK knows this is an easy way to win her over. Marcy isn't stupid, but she is just a kid. After the trauma surrounding being sent away by her mom, and believing she was unwanted, Marcy is terribly tempted to follow her less than human instincts in the face of a better life for herself

Simon worries for her and tries to keep her close to him. Which isn't easy, as the VK is cunning and ruthless

Marceline also begins training at a young age. She learns to hone her power of sucking souls and when its learned that she can gain the unique abilities of her victims, the VK brings in all sorts of prey for her- humans, wolves, birds of prey, snakes, etc. in the belief it will make her stronger.

The VK is only ever kind and patient to Marcy as she grows up, almost like Simon but with an unspoken air of absolute authority. Still, it convinces her that he's not all that bad despite the fact that he's wiping out all the humans. Since Simon isn't human anymore, Marcy doesn't really feel that protecting humans = protecting him.

But the problem is that Simon hates being a vampire. He hates the taste of blood despite his inability to consume human food. He begins looking for alternative solutions and find that vampires can merely consume the color red

He's ostracized by the court for his meek personality and his frequent pleads for them to stop killing humans. What little power he had with the court is threatened as the VK requires his aid less and less over time. The VK begins to consider manipulating the sky itself so his kind is safer in the day

When Marcy is 16-17, Simon ushers her into a secret chamber beneath the vampire hive. For years, he'd been slowly stockpiling supplies so they can escape. Things like weapons, sturdy clothes, food, etc. What's more, he'd managed to find and repair a car! They can escape together and get away before anyone even notices they're gone.

Marcy is stunned that Simon wants to go back to a life of constantly being on the run, hungry and afraid. Having no home or safe place to sleep in. And with his condition, he'd have to be extra careful of the sun. Simon says how much he hates being a vampire and that he doesn't want this for her, he did all this to save her!

But he never did ask if Marceline herself was opposed to becoming a vampire. However, her love for Simon still outweighs her loyalty to the VK. She agrees to run away.

One of the funniest parts of the Stakes miniseries is that the VK is confirmed to have telepathy but he only really used it to psychically give Peppermint Butler and autograph. So I'm going to use that- the VK has been reading Simon's mind for years without letting him know and has known for a long time that Simon's been trying to run away

Simon and Marcy don't get very far before 2 things happen: the VK himself goes after them, and they're stopped by a small army of survivors lead by a pink haired girl (idc if PB would still be a tiny wad of gum at this point in the OG Ooo timeline it's my AU)

The VK ignores the attempts to assassinate him as he takes Marcy back to the hive. Meanwhile, Simon is captured by the humans and left for dead.

Here's the fun part- Simon's unique vampire power is a remnant of the crown's influence on him. He can cover his body in dense ice that acts like armor. It can be chipped away or melted, but resists damage really well

after multiple failed attempts to kill him, Simon tries to strike a bargain with Bonnie. Let him go, and he'll help her kill the vampire king

meanwhile, Marcy is crying in her room bc she thinks Simon is dead and she blames herself bc she never should've gone with him (something that the VK tells her he agrees with)

but Simon manages to come back unharmed. The only way he'd be able to do that was if he killed the humans that captured him. The VK is begrudgingly impressed. He'll still have simon separated from marcy for a year as punishment, though.

Marcy hugs Simon and tells him that she's glad he's alright. And that it'll be okay. He spent so long protecting her, from now on she's going to protect him (after all, the last time she thought she'd ever see him, he was about to be killed by a human mob. That event cements Marcy's belief that following the VK is what's best for her and Simon)

It absolutely breaks Simon's heart

Marcy turns 18 and Simon cannot stop her from becoming The Star

(while Simon is in isolation/solitary confinement, the VK frequently taunts him over a telepathic link- telling him how hard Marceline is working to become strong. To become a killer. The VK finds that messing with Simon is so utterly delectable)

As Temperance and the Star:

Marceline and Simon go by their vampire names when they’re among others but still use their human names in private

The VK brings on the sunless sky that allows vampires even more freedom than before

he ignores Simon's pleas to return the world to its natural ways. After all this time, he finds Simon's ways not annoying, but oddly endearing. He is the contrary voice to the whole court, after all; and though he might not have much power, the bravery to speak out against the king is commendable to some extent

Marcy begins her unending feud/hate-crush on Bonnie, who Simon secretly aids

Simon is mostly left to himself since Marceline is her own person now.

He starts growing a small garden of red food, assembling a library, etc. But most importantly, he tries to save any human child he finds

The VK got Marceline as his ward, why can't Simon have his own? He promises the court that the child will be his full responsibility and the king, mostly out of amusement and curiosity, lets Simon adopt his precious human children

however, Marcy can't help but feel like Simon is doing the exact same thing her mom did- he's scared of her or doesn't love her anymore, so he's trying to go away. Except this time, he's replacing her in front of her very eyes with some tiny, fearful brat that can't appreciate just how kind and loving Simon is

over the next few centuries, every member of the king's court except for the Star dies off. In every instance, Marceline takes advantage of their death to suck up their essence. The VK admires her for this.

at the same time, no ward of Simon's has managed to survive to about 11-12. Sometimes it was a hungry vampire that killed them, most of the time it was Marceline sneaking behind his back to kill off her replacement, and sometimes it was mere disease that ended them. He lost poor Shoko to infection after Marceline took her arm in a jealous rage and that put off Simon from taking on another ward for a hundred years

HOWEVER, Marceline still really loves Simon and wants to be close with him again. She's... just not sure how anymore. Simon still smiles at her and tells her stories and lets her crash in his library when she wants to avoid boring meetings or whatnot, he cares for her yes- but he never seems proud of her for accomplishing great feats like killing 100 human rebels in one night or taking Bonnie's eye

Simon still holds out hope that there's good in Marcy and that she can be persuaded to help him and Bonnie kill the king/her other dad

And then Finn comes along.

(For anyone wondering, I haven't really touched upon how the VK ends up infatuated with Simon bc I'm still figuring that out. But also, I don't think it needs to be clearly defined, it'd be a lot more fun to just see Simon winding up in essentially an arranged marriage

HOWEVER I will say this- the vampire king once asked Simon for a special gift in an attempt for them to become closer. He asked Simon to give him a mortal name, as all he knows is a life as an undying king.

Simon obliged and after much thought, he chose the name Leonidas. They are the only two beings who know the king’s secret name and use it, it’s something not even Marceline knows.)

#simon petrikov #fionna and cake #vampire au #the vampire king #finn the human #marceline the star #fionna and cake spoilers

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BOUND IN FLAMES - Part 6

Eris Vanserra × Archeron-Sister- Reader

Description: Feyre and her younger sister go hunting in the forest behind their family's cottage and go through life changing experiences.

Alis stepped out in the hall and you followed after her, leaning on the wall next to the door of the room you were given, waiting for Feyre.

The both of you waiting in silence. Not awkward or uncomfortable silence—just silence. Exhaustion finally wearing on you as you stood there, head against the walls, eyes closed. You heard her before you saw her, “Is Y/n, already down there?” Feyre asked quietly. The door of her room opened before the servant who helped her get ready could respond.

“No, she’s right here.” You answered before the servant could, Feyre’s eyes lighting up at the sound of your voice, shoulders slacking just a bit as she took you in. A small smile only for her gracing your lips at the fact that you could relax her.

I love the fact that my voice, my presence, alone can relax my sister. Yet, it’s bittersweet because if she knew who I really was, what I really was, she wouldn’t trust me. Maybe she would even fear me. . . hate me.

Moving to stand right in front of her, placing my hands on her shoulders, eyes searching for any hint of her being hurt. When I didn’t find anything and met her gaze she gave me an incredulous look. Arching a brow, “What?”

Feyre crossed her arms across her chest, eyes narrowed, “Shouldn’t I be the one checking you, worrying over you as the older sister?”

“No.”

“What? Why?”

Now it was your turn to cross your arms, eyes narrowing in challenge, “Because I can handle myself. Take care of myself.” And take care of you. Take care of us.

Feyre scoffed. “So can I!”

“No. Not like I can and we both know it.” You said matter-of-factly, holding her gaze—daring her to challenge you.

She didn’t.

****

The High Lord of Spring and Lucien were lounging around the table when Alis returned us to the dining room. Food still remained on the table, the array of spices lingering in the air, beckoning. I was starving, my head unnervingly light. It had been days since I’d last ate, since Feyre last ate.

The High Lord’s mask gleamed with the last rays of the afternoon sunshine. "Before you ask again: the food is safe for you to eat." He pointed to the chairs at the other end of the table. No sign of his claws. When we didn't move, he sighed sharply. "What do you want, then?"

We said nothing.

Lucien drawled from his seat along the length of the table, "I told you so, Tamlin." He flicked a glance toward his friend. "Your skills with females have definitely become rusty in recent decades."

Tamlin. He glowered at Lucien, shifting in his seat. I willed my face into neutrality at the confirmation that he had survived all those years ago.

"Well," Lucien said, his remaining russet eye fixed on me, then Feyre "You two don't look half as bad now. A relief, I suppose, since you're to live with us. Though tunics aren't as pretty as a dress."

I was all too aware of the way my jaw clenched and unclenched, of the very breath I took as I said, "I'd prefer not to wear a dress."

"And why not?" Lucien crooned.

It was Tamlin who answered for me. "Because killing us is easier in pants."

I kept my face blank, willed myself to settle as Feyre began to speak, "Now that we’re here, what. . . what do you plan to do with us?"

Lucien snorted, but Tamlin said with a snarl of annoyance, "Just sit down."

Two empty seats had been pulled out at the end of the table, one at the head and the other to its left. I sat in the one on the left, gesturing for Feyre to sit at the head. If something were to happen I’d at least have enough time to get in front of her.

So many foods, piping hot and wafting those enticing spices. It’s been years since you had food in Prythian, human food always tasted like ash. The servants had probably brought out new food while we'd washed. So much wasted. I clenched my hands into fists.

"We're not going to bite." Lucien's white teeth gleamed in a way that suggested otherwise. Feyre almost imperceptibly stiffening—almost.

Giving him a toothy grin, your sensual lips curving upwards, “Not even if I ask you too?”

He choked on his wine and gaped at you. Feyre gaped at you too, making you chuckle. Tamlin cleared his throat and then rose, stalking around the table—closer and closer to Feyre, each movement smooth and lethal, a predator blooded with power. It was an effort for her to stay still—for you too as he approached her—especially as he picked up a dish, brought it over to her and piled meat and sauce onto her plate.

“I can serve myself.” Feyre said quietly.

“It’s an honor for a human to be served by a High Fae. Isn’t it Lucien?” He bit out roughly.

“Yes. Yes it is, Tam.” Lucien’s eyes flickered with amusement for a second and the next he was out of his seat making his way to you—to serve you.

You fought back the urge to smirk as you cocked your head to the side, so you could look at Tamlin, “Which is more of an honor to be served by a High Fae or a High Lord, High Lord?” Tamlin paused—stiffening but didn’t look at you and Feyre let out a small gasp her eyes wide. Lucien paused as well, looking over his shoulder at Tamlin. The High Lord only cleared his throat and continued plating Feyre’s food, earning a snort from you.

They both only stopped piling food onto our plates when they were heaping with meat and sauce and bread, and then filled our glasses with pale sparkling wine. Feyre’s eyes were still wide with shock as they both prowled back to their seats.

They watched us, too closely to be casual. Tamlin straightened a bit, his gaze settling on Feyre and said, "You look. . . better than before."

Your brows rose and you blinked a couple times. Was he trying to flirt? Was that a compliment to flirt with her? I could have sworn Lucien gave Tamlin an encouraging nod.

"And your hair is. . . clean."

You couldn’t hold in the laugh that worked its way up your throat. Earning glares from the two high fae seated across the table.

Feyre looked at you before looking back at them, "So you're High Fae faerie nobility?"

Lucien coughed and looked to Tamlin. "You can take that question."

"Yes," Tamlin said, frowning—as if searching for anything else to say. He settled on merely: "We are."

"And you’re High Lord?"

Tamlin’s eyes didn’t leave her face. "Yes."

A few moments of silence passed before Feyre spoke again, “What do you plan on doing with us now that we’re here?”

“Nothing. Do whatever you want.”

“So we’re not your slaves?” She dared to ask.

Lucien choked on his wine. But Tamlin didn’t smile, “I don’t keep slaves.”

Feyre and Tamlin went back and forth for a bit, before Lucien started with her. He was still upset about Andras—understandably so but Tamlin put an end to their bickering. Then he and Feyre started again. He took a breath before his gaze flickered between the two of us.

"I'm going to warn you once," Tamlin said too softly. "Only once, and then it's on you, humans. I don't care if you go live somewhere else in Prythian. But if you cross the wall, if you flee, your family will no longer be cared for."

I opened my mouth, but his snarl rattled the glasses. "Is that not a fair bargain? And if you flee, then you might not be so lucky with whoever comes to retrieve you next." His claws slipped back under his knuckles. "The food is not enchanted, or drugged, and it will be your own damn fault if you faint. So you're going to sit at this table and eat. The both of you, Feyre. And Lucien will do his best to be polite." He threw a pointed look in his direction. Lucien shrugged.

The invisible bonds he had placed around the two of us while he and Feyre argued loosened, and she winced as she whacked her hands on the underside of the table. The bonds on our legs and middle remained intact. One glance at Tamlin's smoldering green eyes told me what I already knew: his guest or not, We weren’t going to get up from this table until we’d eaten something. I'd think about the sudden change in my plans to escape later. Now. . . for now I eyed the silver fork and carefully picked it up.

They still watched me—Feyre watched me—watched my every move. I gave her a small nod as I picked up the silver fork beside my plate and that was all she needed to start digging into her plate.

It was an effort to keep from grunting. I’d hadn’t had food this good in years and Feyre hadn’t since before our family’s downfall. But still the mortal realms' food couldn’t compare to Prythian’s. We ate our entire plates in silence, too aware of the High Fae observing every bite. Your sister reaching for a second helping of chocolate torre, the food vanished. Just vanished, as if it had never existed, not a crumb left behind.

"One more bite and you'll hurl your guts up," Tamlin said to Feyre, drinking deeply from his goblet.

The bonds holding us loosened entirely. Silent permission to leave.

"Thank you for the meal," She said.

"Won't you stay for wine?" Lucien said with sweet venom from where he lounged in his seat.

She braced her hands on her chair to rise. "I'm tired. I'd like to sleep."

"It's been a few decades since I last saw one of you," Lucien drawled, "but you humans never change, so I don't think I'm wrong in asking why you find our company to be so unpleasant, when surely the men back home aren't much to look at." At the other end of the table, Tamlin gave his emissary a long, warning look. Lucien ignored it.

"You're High Fae," Feyre said tightly. "I'd ask why you'd even bother inviting me here at all—or dining with me."

Lucien said, "True. But indulge me: you're a human woman, and yet you’d rather eat hot coals than sit here longer than necessary. Ignoring this—he waved a hand at the metal eye and brutal scar on his face—"surely we’re not so miserable to look at. Unless you have someone back home. Unless there's a line of suitors out the door of your hovel that makes us seem like worms in comparison."

"I was close with a man back in my village." Feyre confessed.

Tamlin and Lucien exchanged glances, but it was Tamlin who said, "Are you in love with this man?"

"No."

"And do you... love anyone else?" Tamlin said through clenched teeth.

“No.”

Then Lucien looked at me, cocking his head before he spoke, “What about you? Do you love anyone, Y/n?”

“No. Love will get you killed.” You told him, giving him a sweet smile.

A laugh bursted out of your sister, tinged with hysteria. "Is this really what you care to know about? If we find you more handsome than human men, and if we have a man back home? Why bother to ask at all, when we'll be stuck here for the rest of my life?"

"We wanted to learn more about you, since you'll be here for a good while," Tamlin replied, his lips a thin line. "But Lucien's pride tends to get in the way of his manners." He sighed, as if ready to be done with us, and said, "Go rest. We're both busy most days, so if you need anything, ask the staff. They'll help you."

"Why?" She asked. "Why be so generous." Lucien gave us a look that suggested he had no idea, either, given that we'd murdered their companion, but Tamlin stared at her for a long moment.

"I kill too often as it is," Tamlin said finally, shrugging his broad shoulders. "And you're insignificant enough to not ruffle this estate. Unless you decide to start killing us."

Feyre’s cheeks and neck were tinged pink as she thanked Tamlin for the meal. He gave a distant nod and motioned for us to leave. Lucien propped his chin on a fist and gave us a lazy half smile. I walked behind Feyre until we reached the doors, and whispered only for her to hear, “Go straight to your room.” Without turning to look at you she nodded her head and you shut the dining room door behind her.

Lucien groaned, “Now what?”

“Shut up. I’m gonna talk and you’re going to listen.” You snarled at the red head.

“Who do you think you--“ He started but Tamlin silenced him with a raised hand.

Eyes boring into the high lord of spring, “How much time do you have left to attempt to break the curse?”

Tamlin’s mouth opened and then closed before opening again, “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

Stalking closer until you were face to face with him, you let out a bitter laugh, “That was a pathetic attempt at a lie… I know about Amarantha, Under The Mountain and the curse. So. How. Long.” It was a command not a question.

His and Lucien’s faces went pale, then he swallowed hard, “Months. A few months.”

You swore under your breath and shut your eyes. Fuck, months. There were only months left to kill Amarantha. You knew monsters like her couldn’t just be stopped, they had to be killed. When you opened your eyes again Tamlin was studying you, head cocked in a way that was more animalistic than fae, like he was sizing up an opponent.

“What?” You gritted out.

He narrowed his eyes, suspicion lacing his tone as he asked, “How do you know?”

“I hear things.” I answered smugly, letting my lips set in the all too familiar wicked smirked I’d mastered as a child.

You rolled your neck before placing both palms flat on the dining table. Leaning in you said to the both of them, “I’m only gonna say this once, I’m not the one that’s going to fall in love with you and break the curse--“

Lucien cut me off, “Why? Because the hate you have for us is stronger than the chance of love?”

You sighed, “No. I just. . . I- I can’t. Feyre is your best chance but. . . I will not help you make her fall in love with you. It already feels like I’m raising a lamb to the slaughter. It’s already bad enough I can’t tell her—my sister—about the curse. I can’t tell her just like you can’t. But it doesn’t matter if she does or doesn’t break the curse, I’m going to kill Amarantha.”

“Why?” Tamlin asked.

“She took something from me.”

“So… What? You want it back?”

“What she took, I can’t get back.”

Your mother.

The High Lord of Spring glanced at his emissary. Then Lucien scoffed, “And we’re supposed to trust that you can kill her.”

“Trust my rage.” You said with lethal softness. Letting the wrath you usually kept buried deep within you show in your eyes. They tried to suppress a shudder as you let your rage roll off of you in waves.

Their voices cut through the silence as they spoke simultaneously, “All right.”

Sleep didn’t find you that night. Most nights if you were being honest. Instead of restlessly staying in bed you opted on going out onto your balcony, climbing onto the roof and staring up at the stars. You always felt less alone when you were close to them. As if your mother was there—your real mother. A soft warm breeze caressing your face and if you closed your eyes it felt like she was doing it.

****

Days passed and I saw Tamlin’s poor attempts at trying to woo my sister. It was almost laughable. But I saw the small bits of progress between them. Especially after she had caught the Suriel and was attacked by the naga. She had injured two by the time we got to her side. Tamlin had been tracking them when he heard her scream. I was already making my way to the direction she’d gone in before she screamed. Feeling something was off, I’d picked up an axe that was left out and as soon as I heard her, I sprinted to her and cut down two while Tamlin killed the others.

Feyre was surprised that he’d come to help her. Feral rage still shone in his eyes as he knelt beside her but he was gentle with her as he healed the cut on her cheek and gave her his tunic to wear since hers was ripped.

They still bickered but they were starting to find some common ground. Starting to understand that they were similar in some ways. Well at least that’s what she told you.

****

A couple weeks passed and you were finally dozing off when you heard shouts and someone’s screams sounding through the crack beneath your door.

The shouts weren’t aggressive—more like orders but the screaming was agonizing.

Shooting out of bed and ripping the door of your room open you practically leaped down the stairs making your way to where the screams were coming from. Ripping the front doors to the manor open and Tamlin rushed in, a screaming faerie—summer court by his appearance—slung over his shoulder.

You heard footsteps behind you, turning your head to look at the top of the grand staircase, where Feyre stood. Watching. Even from atop the stairs, You knew she could see the blood gushing down the faerie's back—blood from the black stumps protruding from his shoulder blades. Blood that now soaked into Tamlin's green tunic in deep, shining splotches. One of the knives from his baldric was missing.

Lucien rushed into the foyer just as Tamlin shouted, "The table—clear it off!" I shoved the vase of flowers off the long table in the center of the hall.

The shattering glass set Feyre’s feet moving, and she was halfway down the stairs before Tamlin eased the shrieking faerie face-first onto the table. The faerie wasn't wearing a mask; there was nothing to hide the agony contorting his long, unearthly features.

"Scouts found him dumped just over the borderline," Tamlin explained to Lucien and I, but his eyes darted to Feyre. They flashed with warning, but she took another step down. He said to Lucien, "He's Summer Court."

"By the Cauldron," Lucien said, surveying the damage.

His wings. His wings.

"My wings," the faerie choked out, his glossy black eyes wide and staring at nothing. "She took my wings."

She… Amarantha.

Tamlin flicked a hand, and steaming water and bandages just appeared on the table. My body started to shake with rage. She hadn’t just taken his wings—she ripped them off.

Your mother had always made sure you understood how valuable—how priceless your wings were. To lose them and live was worse than death. And for Amarantha to have ripped them from his body was the cruelest thing she could have ever done to the summer court faerie.

"She took my wings," said the faerie. "She took my wings," he repeated, clutching the edge of the table with spindly blue fingers.

Tamlin murmured a soft, wordless sound—gentle in a way I hadn't heard before. Blood oozed from the black velvety stumps on the faeries back. As if she'd sawed off his wings bit by bit. The wounds were jagged—cartilage and tissue severed in what looked like uneven cuts. And your Mothers once glorious—beautiful—wings flashed through your mind.

Large, leathery soft wings. The tips of them tipped with a single talon. Black membranous bat-like wings that looked like a sunset, purple and pink when the sun shone through them. Just like yours.

But other images of them flashed through your mind as well.

Shredded and covered in blood from whatever magic Amarantha and her most trusted soldiers used to mutilate them.

She lost hers to save yours. Just like she did with her life.

"She took my wings," the faerie said again, his voice breaking as he trembled, shock taking over, his skin shimmered with veins of pure gold—iridescent, like a blue butterfly.

"Keep still," Tamlin ordered, wringing the rag. "You'll bleed out faster."

"N-n-no," the faerie started, and began to twist onto his back, away from Tamlin, from the pain that was surely coming when that rag touched those raw stumps.

It was instinct, or mercy, or desperation, perhaps, to grab the faeries upper arms and shove him down again, pinning him to the table as gently as I could. He thrashed, strong enough that I had to concentrate solely on holding him. “Feyre!” She didn’t hesitate to help me hold him.

I looked to Lucien, but the color had blanched from his face, leaving a sickly white-green in its wake.

"Lucien," Tamlin said—a quiet command. But Lucien kept gaping at the faeries ruined back, at the stumps, his metal eye narrowing and widening, narrowing and widening. He backed up a step. And another. And then vomited in a potted plant before sprinting from the room.

The faerie twisted again and I held tight, my arms shaking with the effort. His injuries must have weakened him greatly if we could keep him pinned. "Please," I breathed. "Please hold still."

"She took my wings,” the faerie sobbed. "She took them."

“I know,” Feyre murmured. “I know.”

Tamlin touched the rag to one of the stumps, and the faerie screamed so loudly that my senses guttered, sending me staggering back. My mother’s ruined wings flashing in my mind. He tried to rise but his arms buckled, and he collapsed face-first onto the table again.

Blood gushed—so fast and bright that it took me a heartbeat to realize that a wound like this required a tourniquet—and that the faerie had lost far too much blood for it to even make a difference. It poured down his back and onto the table, where it ran to the edge and drip-drip-dripped to the floor near Feyre’s feet.

I found Tamlin's eyes on me. "The wounds aren't clotting," he said under his breath as the faerie panted.

"Can't you use your magic?" I asked, wishing Amarantha hadn’t stripped him of most of his power.

Tamlin swallowed hard. "No. Not for major damage. Once, but not any longer."

The faerie on the table whimpered, his panting slowing. "She took my wings," he whispered. Tamlin's green eyes flickered, and I knew, right then, that the faerie was going to die. Death wasn't just hovering in this hall; it was counting down the faerie's remaining heartbeats.

I took one of the faerie's hands in mine and Feyre took the other. The skin there was almost leathery, and, perhaps more out of reflex than anything, his long fingers wrapped around mine, covering them completely. "She took my wings," he said again, his shaking subsiding a bit.

I brushed the long, damp hair from the faerie's half-turned face, revealing a pointed nose and a mouth full of sharp teeth. His dark eyes shifted to mine, beseeching, pleading.

"It will be all right," I said, and hoped he couldn't smell lies the way the Suriel was able to. I stroked his limp hair, its texture like liquid night. “It will be all right.” The faerie closed his eyes, and I tightened my grip on his hand.

Something wet touched my feet, and I didn’t need to look down to see that his blood had pooled around me.

"My wings," the faerie whispered.

"You'll get them back."

The faerie struggled to open his eyes. "You swear?"

"Yes" I breathed.

The faerie managed a slight smile, squeezing my hand with his last bit of strength and closed his eyes again. And in that moment I made a silent vow to avenge him. To kill whoever Amarantha had ordered to take his wings knowing she believed this faerie to be beneath her.

My mouth trembled and I wished for something else to say, something more to offer him than my empty promises. For the ability to heal him and give him back his wings. But Tamlin began speaking, and I glanced up to see him place his hand gently atop the faeries head. "Cauldron save you," he said, reciting the words of a prayer that haunted your dreams. But you said it with him. “Mother hold you. Pass through the gates, and smell that immortal land of milk and honey. Fear no evil. Feel no pain." Both of your voices wavered, but you finished. "Go, and enter eternity."

The faerie heaved one final sigh, and his hand went limp in mine. I didn't let go, though, and neither did Feyre. She kept stroking his hair after Tamlin released him and took a few steps from the table.

I could feel Tamlin's eyes on us, but I wouldn't let go. I didn't know how long it took for a soul to fade from the body. I had done the same for my mother—held her hand for hours after she died. Too young to know any better.

Feyre and I stood in the puddle of blood until it grew cold, holding the faerie's spindly hand and stroking his hair, wondering if he knew I'd lied when I'd sworn he would get his wings back, wondering if wherever he had now gone, he had gotten them back. Just like I wonder if my mother did.

A clock chimed somewhere in the house, and Tamlin’s voice pulled me out of my thoughts. "He's gone. Let him go." His hand was gripping Feyre’s shoulder. He didn’t try to touch you.

"Feyre," Tamlin said and she brushed the faerie's hair behind his long, pointed ear and let go.

I wished I'd known his name, still I would never forget him.

Tamlin led her up the stairs, no one caring about the bloody footprints she left behind or the freezing blood soaking the front of her nightgown. Hearing her pause at the top of the steps, no doubt twisting out of his grip, and gazing at the table in the foyer below.

"We can't leave him there," She said, making to step down.

"I know," he said, the words so drained and weary.

"I was going to walk you upstairs first." Before he buried him.

"I want to go with you."

"It's too deadly at night for you to—"

"I can hold my—"

"No," he said, "I must do this. Alone."

You heard your sister’s departing footsteps but Tamlin remained at the top of the stairs. "Feyre," he said softly "Why? You dislike our kind on a good day. And after Andras... So why?"

She took a step closer to him, her blood-covered feet sticking to the rug. "Because I wouldn't want to die alone," she breathed, her voice wobbly. "Because I'd want someone to hold my hand until the end, and awhile after that. That's something everyone deserves, human or faerie." You heard her swallow hard. Her voice sounded painfully tight as she continued, "I regret what we did to Andras.” She said, the words so strangled they were no more than a whisper. "I regret that there was. . . such hate in my heart. I wish I could undo it—and. . . I'm sorry. So very sorry."

I couldn't remember the last time--if ever she’d spoken to anyone like that. And then they were silent. Moments later Tamlin’s heavy footsteps were nearing and he moved to grip my shoulder but I moved out the way. He spoke to me gently, “Go. Try to get some rest.”

I hadn’t realized I had started crying and my voice cracked as I whispered, “No. I’ll bury him.”

“It’s alright. I can do it.”

I sniffled and then let out a sharp breath, “No. I need to bury him.” Find a beautiful place and lay him to rest and mourn the loss of the nameless summer court faerie. Mourn the loss of his wings. Tamlin—no one would understand unless they had wings. You had to do this.

“Did she? Did she take your wings?” He said it so low if it wasn’t for your enhanced hearing you wouldn’t have heard him.

You shook your head no. “Please. I need to do this.”

“All right. But… why?”

“You wouldn’t understand.” I didn't look at him as I positioned the faerie’s limp broken body across my shoulders and carried him to the garden doors beyond. I carried the faerie through the moonlit garden and into the rolling fields beyond. Never once glancing back.

I walked the fields of the Spring Court until I came across a tall beautiful Yew Tree. Remembering my mother telling me that the old gods saw the Yew Trees as the guardians of the dead. That they purified the dead as they made their journey to the afterlife. Ensuring their souls made it to eternity. Which was why I buried her under a yew tree and why I was going to bury him here.

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Since I rarely saw (y/n) being an executive alongside Hanma and Kisaki, here I go with platonic Hanma, (y/n), Kisaki trio. Those two spoil you when you are very much capable of buying your own things, probably teased you for being single when those two ARE THE REASON WHY YOU'RE SINGLE, won't date you but won't allow anyone to touch you either. You're probably hated by the girls Hanma and Kisaki surrounded themselves with tho.

IM FEELING SOME HCs SO HAVE SOME ANON - these takes place in the future between the Bloody Halloween arc and the Black Dragon arc

Masterlist

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Toman Executive Reader + Yan BFF Hanma & Kisaki HCs

Yandere Platonic Hanma & Kisaki

how you managed to befriend these two delinquents of all people is a different matter, but needless to say once they were fixed on you, they don't ever leave again

if you already had another job, too bad, you don't anymore - Hanma and Kisaki would have pulled out all stops to get you out from there, even if it meant burning the entire company down

these two (mostly Kisaki) definitely only agreed to you being a Toman executive alongside them because it would be so much easier to keep an eye on you

none of the other Toman executives understand why you are even an executive to begin with, as you’ve never been a formal part of Toman before - you only pulled in much later on once Kisaki became Mikey's right hand man

and neither were you able to stomach the mere mention of murder, let alone any of the more more awful and gritty crimes that Toman gets up to

you're barely even present at the regular earning meetings, since your job is a very surface level job, in charge of running of their smaller shell companies, and you don't exactly bring in the big bucks for the gang

but of course no one is going to question Kisaki about it, especially not if Mikey has already agreed to it

you're still given a hefty salary despite contributing almost nothing though, courtesy of your two friends

but that doesn't matter, since they would buy everything for you

house? nope, you stay with them in their Toman penthouse for "safety reasons", and no one seems to be be willing to rent or sell to you for some reason

clothes and bags? oh whaddya know, they mistakenly bought the wrong size/fit/style/gendered clothes again and its perfectly in your size and suits you - you don't want to these extremely expensive items to go to waste do you?

food? why do you want to go out and eat when they have their own personal, vetted team of chefs who can whip anything you can think of up?

you're spoiled and pampered whether you want to be or not, because Kisaki and Hanma are incapable of seeing you as anything but that small fragile friend that they made all those years ago

and you would always be that small friend to them who couldn't even take a fall without crying, let alone throw a punch to save your life

you weren't built for this world, certainly not their dark, messed-up world, and therefore it's up to them to shelter and protect you

you brighten their bloody lives, so its no wonder that these two love to spend every minute they can with you

anything that the two don't like, such as clothes that were too skimpy for their taste or that they didn't look good on you, gifts given to you by people they didn't approve of, would evaporate the moment you turn away

and you can't get a straight answer out of them what happened - they wouldn't lie to you, but that didn't mean they wouldn't run circles around your head with what they did with your stuff

no way would you be ever able to beat either men in their game of words

if not one or both of them being at your side constantly, they have an excuse to have a full team of their most trusted security forces accompany you absolutely everywhere

cameras and microphones absolutely everywhere in your home, at your office, in your car, hidden trackers on you and your stuff

these boys can't function without knowing everything about you and what you were doing - they just simply have to know that you were still alive, you were okay, and you weren't doing anything they wouldn't approve of behind their backs

like meeting strangers, getting into trouble with other gangs, or worst of all, finding a partner

even during meetings they have updates on your whereabouts and actions constantly pinging their phone

starts getting visibly fidgety when the updates go quiet for five minutes, to the point one or both of them would stand up and leave the room to call and get a hold of you

despite being part of the literal yakuza, you still have a set of rules that you have to follow, laid down by your two friends, which included not allowing you to get your hands dirty with actual yakuza work (the irony)

good cop, bad cop kind of system I would image, though the boundaries between good and bad are kinda blurred when it comes to Hanma and Kisaki

Hanma is more often than not the good cop; a lot more relaxed when it comes to you and your rules - more than happy to turn a blind eye to anything less than serious if it met you would come running to him to hide from Kisaki

would also be the one to spoil you rotten, taking you out for shopping and partying (at private Toman clubs with selected people only of course)

whereas Kisaki would be more the bad cop more often than not, being the one that has to remind you and hold you to their rules, and dish out the punishments whenever you break them

be it smacking you on your hands to the more severe locking you in a room for a week with no contact

but Kisaki does have his soft moments and Hanma does have his tougher moments - each of them have their boundaries when it comes to you and your antiques

they don't want to have to break bones or cut flesh to get you to listen to them, but push them to far and you probably wouldn't like what they become when their need to protect you and their jealousy get out of hand

no dating is an unspoken rule for you laid down by Kisaki, especially so among the other executives, though not that you know about it

doesn't matter if its a boy, girl, or anything in between, the only people in your life should just be Hanma and Kisaki

but you're still a sight for sore eyes when you do get invited to their manager meetings, with the rest of the executives being able to breathe a bit easier and relax even in the presence of Kisaki

they know that your presence means that none of the two would be pulling any funny business

neither like to have to beat the living shit or execute someone in front of you, so that is usually kept behind close doors

they keep an eye on the few executives who they think might be more of an issue to handle if they get to you, or they think you're one charming smile away from falling for

you have tried making small talk with a few of them, only for the reaction you get being for them to simply look away and pretend you haven't said anything, to whoever it is scrambling to get away from you

friendly, smiling face at you; dirty, warning side eye when facing away at everyone else

neither Hanma nor Kisaki would touch you either - no no, they can never see you in that kind of light

and neither did you see them as potential romantic partners

so single you remain, even if its against your will - none of your dates ever seem to go right, if they even turn up

Hanma lives for excitement, so drugs and girls seem to be up his alley whenever he ventures out into the night, whereas Kisaki doesn't seem to be the sort to go out of his way to get girls, but no doubt with his position of power there will be those who want to be seen with him and maybe even catch his eyes

so no doubt you would always be crowded around by jealous girls who can't believe that of all people you're the one that seems to always have Kisaki's and Hanma's attention

they won't tolerate any sort of actual malice or slander tossed your way though, and especially not any sort of advance on you though Toman should know better

a general increase in crime can be noted on those nights that they allow you out

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[raesoreos]

Promise | itoshi sae

sae itoshi x f! reader

warning: angst with no happy ending, ooc! Sae, sick! reader, reader has a fatal disease, angst no comfort ( a bit?)

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“I’m sorry but Ms. y/n Itoshi is diagnosed with Creutzfeldt-Jakob disease”

Sae’s eyes widen at the doctor’s statement. It is a rare disease. No wonder why you keep forgetting almost everything, your personality keep changing and have abnormal changes in you.

“so how can we treat her disease doctor?” Sae asked the doctor in front of him and glanced at your figure on the bed

“We currently have no cure for the disease but the least we can do is treat her with antidepressants to help with her anxiety and painkillers to relieve her pain” the doctor explained

“-but i hope you can stay with her till the end of her life because people who got infected died within a year” the doctor added

Sae was shocked. He doesn’t want to lose anyone he loves. Not you. He didn’t want to cry in front of the doctor. He was holding back his tears.

He wanted to cherish this time with you, taking a break from his job being a professional soccer player.

All this for your sake.

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“ I don’t remember who i am, Sae. Do you even know me?”

You sat on the hospital bed. You got warded. You can’t understand what the doctor’s saying. But he clearly said that you had to stay in this hospital for a year and after that you can freely go anywhere that you like

“Yes, in fact , i knew you very well. You’re the loveliest person i’ve ever knew in my life. You’re also my responsibility “ Sae replied and he fed you some pancakes with maple syrup with a plastic fork

“Say aah”

Sae’s lips formed an O and you mimicked his gesture, he then brought the pancakes to your mouth and Sae’s expression softened when he saw your expression after he fed you with pancakes.

“ IT WASH DELISHUS FEED ME MORE”

Your eyes shine and Sae giggled at your demeanor. He thought that you look so cute when you eat your favourite food.

Although he was kinda sad because for you, it will always be the first time you taste pancakes

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“ Sae why are you here all the time? Aren’t you tired of me?”

He knew this side of you very well. The personality where you always feel down and unappreciated. You’re feeling like everyone’s hating on you, including Sae.

“ You’re my priority y/n. I will always be here for you. I will do anything for you. Without you, this world is nothing to me”

Sae gets close to you and hugged you, managed to calm your feelings down

You never knew why everytime Sae was here, you always feel safe. You always feel appreciated. You always feel like he is your savior. But you still have a question.

“Who is y/n?” you asked

Sae widen his eyes, breaking away from the hug slowly, caress your soft cheeks gently

“You, or should I say the love of my life ?”

You smiled at his statement. Why do you keep forgetting almost everything these daysbit never forget about him.

“I hope that we can fight my disease together. So we can be free from this place and travel anywhere together” you said while smiling at him

He wished for that. He wanted that so bad. But he couldn’t make it happen. You almost broke him down to tears.

“I really wanted to do that. I hope we can still be together till the very end” He said

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Sae looked outside the hospital window, seeing the moon

“The moon looks beautiful today. Don’t you think so too y/n ?” Sae glanced at your sleeping figure

You’re still pretty just like the first time he met you

He went to your bed and admiring your flawless features while you’re sleeping

He smiled.

“But you’re more beautiful than the moon and I am glad to meet you” He said and after that, he went asleep beside you while holding your hand.

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You saw Sae arrived at your ward with a big bouquet of flowers.

“Ta- da ! Look what i have for you “

He brought you your favourite flowers, red roses

“WAAA IT LOOKS SO LOVELY SAE !“ you said happily. He managed to capture some photos of you with the bouquet and even a selfie with you.

He looked at the picture. He was so happy and thought he was lucky to have you as his significant other

He put the flowers in a vase, grabs a rose and gave it to you

You inhaled the scent. It smelled lovely. He thinks so too. He glad that he bought these for you

It was your favoirite after all

Not to mention that the roses reminds him of you.

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“Don’t go please”

“HANG ON ME Y/N”

“NO DONT LEAVE ME”

He shook your body numerous times but you didn’t even flinch from his actions. Your heartbeat and your pulse stopped. He broke down and crying. He tried to wake you up.

“PLEASE WAKE UP Y/N PLEASE”

but still, you didn’t respond

His body started to shake. He wished it was a dream

But what if it wasn’t ?

Sae woke up from the nightmare.

“Hey u-uh Sai?”

Sae was shocked. He glanced the figure in front of him. Did you leave him?

“Hey y/n. It’s Sae by the way. Is there anything you need” Sae asked. Did you forget about him? But thank god, he was relieved that it was only a dream. A bad dream.

“You look like you had a bad dream. Do you need a hug?”

Sae’s eyes watered. He hugged your figure and

his tears stained your hospital gown

“It’s fine. I’m here” you whispered

He hugged you tightly and carefully. As if you’re fragile person

“ I dreamt that you leave me alone in this world. I don’t want that to happen”

He cried. You rubbed his back and your gestures managed to soothen him a bit. Only for him to fall asleep in your arms

“You’re such a kid Sae. I would never leave you”

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You find yourself becoming weak, you can’t see anything.

Your vision darkened. You can’t see anything. Not even Sae

“SAE PLEASE HELP ME I CANT SEE ANYTHING OH MY GOD!” you screamed for his help and you touched your eyes. You can feel the salty water came out from your eyes.

The nurse barged in to your room, called the doctor and examined your current state

Sae went to your ward after he finished making your favourite dessert, green tea mochis.

Only to discover that the doctor was examined your health. And he saw you in a depressed state. His happy expression turned into a worried one

Sae fastened his pace to your bed, asked the doctor a quick question

“Is there anything happened to her doctor?”

“Unfortunately yes. She lost her sight. At this point, we can’t do anything. I’m sorry Mr. Itoshi”

He was standing there horrified, he quickly went to your figure on the bed.

“ Y/n ?”

“Sae?”

He quickly hugged you. He doesn’t want you to forget his face. It was selfish but he doesn’t want the love of his life forgetting him.

“You’re safe with me now” Sae comforted y/n by rubbing her back

You broke the hug.

“i smelled something good” you said

“i brought some mochis” you smiled. You still look angelic. He thought. He doesn’t want this to end. Although it costs him his job, he would do anything for you

His thought quickly got brushed off when you caressed his face

“I don’t want to forget your face Sae. Your features are perfect. Although I can’t see but I always believe that you are a beautiful guy inside out” You beat him to it.

He was so happy as he hugged you back

“I promise that we will get out from this place as soon as possible” You said

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The promise turned into a lie.

He went to your ward, only to discover a broken vase on the floor with wilted roses.

And an empty bed.

He stood there. He was devastated. It was devastating.

Where are you?

This should be a joke right?

He heard footsteps from behind

“Mr. Itoshi”

Sae’s eyes widen and looked at the doctor who was in charge of you. He knew he’s gonna tell him bad news.

“Ms. Itoshi (y/n) passed away just now”

His world fell apart. It feels like he lost a part of him. As if he was being cut into two. It was hurt

It was painful

Sae didn’t manage to do anything

He only could feel the bereavement took over his body. No words can describe his current feelings.

He went home. To his shared apartment with you while having a breakdown for the whole week.

He can’t believe he lost you

His love

His world

He wasn’t the same anymore.

He realized how he truly had loved you

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Sae heard a knock on his apartment’s door

“Sae I know you’re in there OPEN THE DOOR FOR FUCK’S SAKE” he heard a yelling alongside some loud knocks on his door

he knew that voice

It was Rin

Sae opened the door. Rin entered his apartment. He was shocked seeing Sae’s state. He looks like he didn’t manage himself. He fell into a state of melancholy after your death

Rin opened his mouth

“You didn’t answer my calls. “ Sae glanced at his phone that has ran out of battery.

Rin sighed

“ Why didn’t you go to y/n’s funeral?“

“ I don’t want to.”

Rin was mad. He grabbed Sae by the collar.

“ SHE IS YOUR WIFE SAE. SHE IS YOUR WIFE. IT WAS HER FUNERAL. WHAT WOULD PEOPLE THINK ABOUT YOU SAE?” Rin shouted at him

“shut up rin”

“what the fuck-“

“SHUT UP YOU DONT UNDERSTAND HOW I FEEL”

Rin saw the droplets fall to the marble tile. He glanced at Sae’s expression

He was crying.

“it was her funeral nii-chan. why won’t you-“

“ y/n wouldn’t want to see you like this”

“i dont want-“ Sae stuttered

“ I iust don’t want my last memory of mine about her is me seeing her lifeless body being buried to the ground. I wanted my last memory about her is us being happy in each other’s arms“

© raesoreos 2023, please do not modify or republish my works

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[no1heyyyyyyyy]

Ambessa's tastes

This is really just her likes and dislikes in regards to clothes, smells/scents, music, television/movies, food etc.

Due to her privilege, money, and power- Ambessa can easily enjoy the finer things in life and so in terms of music I see her really enjoying opera She really likes the opulence of it all, the outfits, storylines, makeup, the sheer technicality of opera singing I think she’d also like classical- specifically string instruments like the cello or bass. I think she’d like the deep, low sounds of those instruments more than the sometimes shrillness of a violin She probably also thinks that piano is quite pretty, because of the sheer range it has I think she’d find knowing how to play an instrument (especially an orchestral one) to be very beautiful, and is something that may get her to be more interested in someone in a romantic or sexual sense

In regards to Ambessa’s taste in food, I think it’s quite clear from the show that she likes seafood I also see her as someone who really appreciates a nice steak, she’d like it more rare as well She’d be alright with chicken, but it’s not her favorite. She doesn’t quite like the texture For vegetables I think she would want something that isn’t too overpowering because I personally think that she would love spicy food and seasoning in general She loves a home cooked meal as well (she finds cooking to be a very sensual experience to watch). Especially after a baths

I think she’s one of those people that is so used to spicy food that it barely even registers to her anymore She’s more of a taste person. If it tastes bad she won’t go near it, but if the taste is alright but the texture is off, then she can live with whatever is put in front of her I think that she quite likes savory things as well and has a love-hate relationship with sweets However I do believe that she loves fruit. So much, especially island fruits, she just gives me the vibes that she would love to have a partner hand-feed her fruits dipped in a rich dark chocolate

For clothing she quite likes soft, natural fabrics. Nothing too restricting, and with darker colors. For those reasons she does not ever wear dresses (also because she does not like them) She strives for comfort always, but she still makes sure she looks presentable and feels good in her clothes I think at home she wears glasses. Ambessa is my love, but she is also an old lady who’s vision probably isn’t what it used to be. She’d wear thick black square frames At a ball, or gala- essentially any fancy event where she can’t wear her regular get-up, she’d be wearing an immaculately tailored suit (most likely three piece with no tie) It would be either charcoal gray or black, but the button down would be a burgundy or dark red of some sort

She’d wear an expensive gold watch and a chain slightly tucked into her collar Her shoes would be expensive leather boots (think those boots all the Peaky Blinder boys wear) in either a dark brown or black No makeup except for her dark red lipstic For casual wear she’d like something soft like cotton or linen wide leg pants, something that doesn’t make her feel trapped, that she can move around in She would wear house slippers, and insist her guests do as well (if it’s a personal meeting) Ambessa is a classy lady who doesn’t like people ruining her nice rugs She’d put her hair up, with silk ponytail holders (if you know, you know), because she may be old but she would strike down God himself if she began to lose her hair I think she would enjoy soft sweaters in the house, especially when she’s snuggling with her dogs (she has big doggies, dobermans, rottweilers, german shepherds etc.)

For television and movies I think that she’d love trashy television series I know that she would be obsessed with The Real Housewives or something really trashy like Jersey Shore She would eat that shit up, constantly shaking her head at their stupidity, yelling at the tv with her dogs laying on her chest as her mouth is wide open at the shenanigans of dumbass rich people For films she would love a good film noir, or a murder mystery/whodunnit type situation, because she wouldn’t be able to stop herself from screaming out who the killer is She would have a notebook out acting like she’s playing CLUE instead of watching a movie in the dark with her dogs

I think she would also really like witty chick flicks (Heathers, Jawbreaker, Mean Girls, etc.), she’d like the dark humor and fun plot She would absolutely go see Barbie. She would love it, not for the humor but just the message- she wouldn't show it on her face but she would be deeply impressed with the film for both empowering and putting words to the feeling so many women (and women aligned/GNC/trans/nb/AFABs and more) have She would hate Oppenheimer. She would’ve left by the middle, she would’ve been so bored

She also would like Psychological Horror, but not the conventional slasher flicks, she wants nuance and meaning to her movies (she’s bougie as shit) She would really like Silence of the Lambs, Joker, American Psycho, Misery, Candyman (I know it’s technically a slasher, but I think she’d love it anyway), Hereditary, Midsommar, Gerald’s Game, mother! (she would have gotten so angry she would have had to watch the movie in thirty minute parts on different days) For scents, I think she likes things that are earthy and grounding, balsam, musk, peppercorn, cinnamon (only a little bit though), patchouli, cardamom, sandalwood, a bit of rosemary She isn’t a huge fan of candles, she likes diffusers more I think her natural scent is very neutral and can go well with a lot of things, but I think smells or sprays that would go best with her were would be woody with smells from pine, leather, tiny bit of lavender, bergamot, lemon grass, amber, cedarwood, musk, etc. Her sweat smells more neutral too, it’s a little sharp and musty, but it’s mostly undetectable to most

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[bonny-kookoo]

Jungkook:Dearly Beloved 🔞 1

In which you've got a crush on your coworker- and a stalker problem.

Tags/Warnings: I do not condone any of Jungkooks questionable actions, this is fiction, soft Yandere!Jungkook, stalking, criminal actions (trespassing, stealing), obsession, he's really not quite right in the head, mc is kind of stupid for not involving police but wbk

Additional Chapter Warnings: Trespassing, mature thoughts, obsessive behavior, stealing, Jungkooks emotions are a smoothie

Chapter Length: mid

A/N: I write what I want. If you can't understand that this is fiction, you shouldn't read my fics.

Next ->

You know he's been here again.

He never dares to enter your home, always leaves things for you to find outside; mostly in front of your door, or stuffed into your mailbox. At this point, the initial fear has slowly turned into curiosity- he seems nice, a bit shy, but his handwriting is always neat and words never harsh. You've started to look forward to his gifts- though this time, the letter speaks of something that makes you shudder.

'I'm so sorry. I couldn't help myself.'

He writes, and from the smeared ink and faint waves on the paper, you're almost sure he's been crying writing this.

'I feel horrible, trust me love, I do. I promised you and I broke it, I hope you can forgive me.'

He continues, and you somewhat feel bad, even though you've never seen him before. He's become such a part of your life by now that you feel oddly connected- and yoh know it's not right.

'I didn't take anything at all you'd miss. I'll buy you a new one, I promise. I'll leave it in your mailbox, please don't be mad.'

You furrow your brows at that, wondering what kind of souvenier he'd taken from your home. It's rather odd to think about him wandering around in your home, while you're not there at all. Checking your bedroom and kitchen, living area and bathroom, you find nothing out of place at first- until you notice the blankets on the couch in more disarray than you've left them this morning, distinctive grey fleece one missing.

You should be creeped out. At the very least concerned. But all you do is such, before you lay down on the couch, ready for a nap until work.

That blanket was getting old anyways.

♥━━━━━━━━━━━━ a few hours prior ━━━━━━━━━━━♥

It's dark in your home, and his heart is beating incredibly loud.

He shouldn't, he shouldn't, he really shouldn't. You'll hate him if you found out, but maybe if he doesn't tell you it'll be fine? He just wants to see, just wants to have a small taste of where you live, eat, sleep. Just a bit, just a moment, only a little while.

It'll be fine if he's not touching anything.

Everything looks so like you; a little bit of chaos, but just the right amount. There's a small bowl of fruit in your kitchen, and he's smiling knowing that you're taking such good care of yourself. He'd been worried when he'd seen you buy so much instant food- that's no good for you long-term. You're taking his advice.

It makes him chuckle a bit to himself.

He makes sure to only open doors with protected hands; sweater sleeves preventing his fingers from touching anything. Your bathroom feels like he's overstepping an even worse line- but one look in the mirror and he has to imagine you sleepily brushing your teeth in the morning, domestically smiling when he'd early up behind you, wrapping his arms around your form. He knows you like hugs.

He'd give you the best, he knows it.

Leaving the room, his fingers shake a bit heavier when he realizes the room he's going to walk into is the same room you rest and dream in. What will he find? He doesn't know, hesitates, maybe it's best to leave now-

But he opens the door, fresh air hitting him as you'd left the window open to air out the room.

Your bed looks so comfortable, blankets and pillows and the cutest stuffed animals he's ever seen- and his breathing picks up when he spots something pink and very distinctively shaped underneath your bed. His mind instantly has to imagine you between all those soft things on your mattress, skin flushed, softly moaning, whimpering, using the toy to satisfy your most carnal desires. He's staring for a good while, before he swallows heavily, boner in his pants more than uncomfortable.

He's almost running out of that room as if he's escaping a fire- and he knows he should leave now. But his eyes find the couch he knows you nap on- because you've told him before, that you sometimes sleep there more often than in your own bed. He doesn't like it. You shouldn't overwork yourself so much.

If you'd let him, you wouldn't have to work at all. He'd provide.

His fingers find your grey fleece blanket, and he chokes up on a sob when he brings it up to his flushed face, burying it into the fabric for a moment. He can't keep this from you. He can't lie to you.

So he hurriedly takes the paper and pen out of his backpack, writing an apology letter on your floor. He can't help but cry, trying hard to keep his sobs down low so he won't get caught. He really hooves you don't hate him.

But deep down, he's not sorry. Not when he finally has something to sleep with that smells so intimately of you. It makes him even dream of you in his arms- and he knows he can't keep this up for much longer.

He needs you.

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Jeon Jungkook is his name.

He's your coworker, but you've never talked to one another more than the occasional hello. Everyone else thinks he's a little weird, and yeah, he's a tad bit awkward, especially when he's close to you- but maybe he's just a bit socially untalented.

Your praised work ethic is a little bit thanks to him; you rarely ever miss work, just to see him and sometimes even interact a little. He's shy, painfully so, and it doesn't help that you're not that confident either- but that's fine. It's just gonna stay this office work daydream; you're aware that someone with his looks probably doesn't really think of someone like you as a potential partner.

You huff out again, code still not right- and for the first time, you're actually considering to fake sickness and call it an early night. That is, until you feel a presence next to your table, the tall frame of Jungkook standing there, squirming in one spot. "I- are..- do you need help?" he asks, and you look at him for a second, before you nod, shaking your computer mouse to make the screensaver disappear.

"I think I broke it." you huff, slumping down in your office chair. "the physics worked just fine, but then I started to move on to movement and now they bug out." you pout, and Jungkook next to you stares for a second, because you're so painfully cute.

"I.. Let's see." he takes his entire confidence into one action, and rolls his own chair next to you, taking over mouse and keyboard for you. "there." he points to the screen, before he clicks around, typing in some new code before your eyes widen. You instantly sit up straight at your project being fixed so easily.

"No way." you huff out. "I can't believe I was so blind, Oh god Jungkook!" you throw your head back, and with the way you said the last part, he instantly squirms in his seat.

Not right now, not right now, not right-

And then you hug him, and he swears his brain freezes up, short circuits, burns up in flames. He just nods, before basically running away-

And you dont see him the rest of the workday.

Did you do something wrong?

#bts imagine #bts fanfic #bts fic #jungkook imagine #Soft yandere Jungkook #yandere jungkook #bts yandere au

[sapphire-strikes]

▪︎Some LEGO Monkie Kid Headcanons Pt. 2!▪︎

Ayoooo~ Part 2 finally! Decided to write some more headcanons to warm myself up after another massive break. These headcanons have all been pretty general so far, but I will absolutely be adding some reader-insert elements eventually since they are kinda meant to tie into my Ao3 series.

Part 1 Part 2

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• You know that common anxiety a lot of people struggle with where you worry that all of your friends secretly hate you? Well, MK's thought process works completely opposite of that.

• He's so genuinely earnest in how much he cares for his friends that it comes full circle, and it's hard for him not to believe that they feel the same way. (And luckily, in his case, they absolutely do.)

• It does play some into how oblivious he can be though, because a lot of times, he will not pick up on it if someone is mad at him unless blatantly told. Basically, as long as you're sharing a space relatively peacefully with him, he automatically assumes that everything's okay and you're on good terms.

• I think that explains his relationship with Red Son and the Demon Bull Family pretty well.

• What's that, Red Son? This ceasefire is just a temporary truce until Demon Bull Family's next opportunity to rise to power? Too bad. The SECOND they stopped actively acting as antagonists and worked together, MK began considering them friends. Want to change his mind? Gonna have to start trying to kill him again. Otherwise, get used to the sleepovers, noodles and beach parties.

• Mei is absolutely the type of person to ~grip~, smack, hang off of, or cling to the person closest to her when she starts laughing. MK does this as well to a lesser agree, but it amplifies when Mei's around and they happen to be standing next to each other, just because they feed off eachothers energy so much. The two often end up in absolute hysterics when they're together and something funny happens, leaving them clinging to eachother mirthfully, OR to whoever has the misfortune of standing in between them when they begin cracking up.

• I like to think that Macaque and Wukong both hold primarily vegetarian diets, y'know, on account of them both being monkeys.

• There's a part in JTTW where Wukong and the rest of the pilgrams are trying to bring the emperor of a kingdom called "Crow-Cock" back to life. Wukong goes up to heaven and extorts some soul-restoring exlier from Lao tzu, but even after giving it to the emperor's corspe, one of them has to "breath life back into him" as the final step. Zhu Bajie actually volunteers but Tripitaka stops him, saying that among the three disciples (Wukong, Bajie, and Wujing), Wukong was the only one of them with "pure breath", having sustained himself in nothing but fruits and nuts his whole life.

• Technically, I have seen one part from the book referenced where Wukong supposedly implies that he has eaten human before, so either I'm not there yet, I missed it or I don't remember it, and if true, it would be a direct contradiction to the moment mentioned above. So that's where the headcanon part of this comes in, and I'm gonna run with the idea that in that particular instance, he was joking.

• For Wukong, his diet is just a preference. It's mentioned at least once in JTTW that he's not a fan of cooked food, and eating raw meat doesn't appeal to him in the slightest.

• Macaque, on the other hand, can't stand the taste of meat. Cooked or raw, to him, it tastes like blood either way. Secretly wishes he could stomach it just because, being a monkey, he subconsciously views eating meat as predatory behavior and has always been a little baffled by that fact that humans are consistently meat-eaters despite their docile, unintimidating nature.• Macaque also, however, doesn't dislike cooked in the way that Wukong does. He's actually a big fan of tofu in almost any form.

• Oh, but yes, they do both eat bugs.

• All the monkeys, and I mean ALL of the monkeys on FFM, retire to water-curtain cave at night. The little guys like to sleep with their king, so there will be hundreds of them sleeping scattered about the inside of Wukong's shack and around the surrounding cavern. Anyone spending the night will inevitably find themselves completely surrounded by morning.

• After the events of season 4, Macaque actually returns to Flower Fruit Mountain to live. He and Wukong still aren't on good terms, but it's a big island, so they never have to see each other.

•According to Macaque, Wukong can call himself it's king all he wants, but it was his home before he and Wukong were friends, and now that things are mostly peaceful, it will go back for being his home for a long time afterwards.

• He has his own little hideout in an underground cavern on the other side of the mountain. The little monkeys actually come in to visit him all the time, but he has them sworn to secrecy so that none of them tell Wukong exactly where he lives. He doesn't care that Wukong knows he's back, but he'd rather not give him the means to drop in if he ever felt like it.

#lego monkie kid #lmk #mk lego monkie kid #mei dragon #sun wukong #macaque #six eared macaque #SMDMAEIB #I say series but as of the time I'm posting this it only has one installment lol

[anya-ackerman]

Okay so since my last post my brain has been stuck on dominant Levi so have my self-indulgent brain rot

Sticking this under a read more because this is 10000% self-indulgent towards how I want/prefer relationship dynamics of having a much more dominant and “controlling” partner so if this ain’t your cup of tea no worries!

- Being in a relationship with/being married to Levi means that you seriously, do not have to worry about or think about anything ever again. When Levi is committed to you he’s also committed to you never having to endure hardship ever. He can’t stand it. Be it Ackerman Bonding or not, he hates seeing you stressed/upset/what have you. And as someone who’s had a rough life from the start, he will do everything in his power to make sure you never have to worry or want for anything.

- Levi does have rules though. Nothing that he doesn’t talk over with you first though, of course. And he only does it with the intention of helping you achieve goals you’re working towards or looking after your health and well being.

- If you pick at your skin when nervous or bored, Levi makes it a rule that you can’t do that. And he will check your hands every day to make sure you haven’t started back up with that bad habit. Do you have a habit of not eating enough? It’s now a rule that you have to have to eat three square meals a day and they have to be with him, so he knows you’re eating.

- Levi speaks for you both when you’re in public or around others, especially strangers you don’t know. You speak when the person addresses you specifically but otherwise, Levi is more than happy to speak for you both. Whether that’s ordering food for both of you, talking to someone at the market to make a purchase, talking with someone you run into at the Corps base etc.

- Levi helps pick out your outfit in the morning. He knows your taste and knows what suits you well. Most of your wardrobe is probably outfits he’s bought for you because he thought you’d look beautiful in them. And he knows your sense of style intimately. He’ll help button your blouses up, fixing your dresses and skirts. He’ll even help place your jewelry pieces on, kissing your hand, inner wrist, neck as he goes. If you let him. He’ll brush your hair for it and tie it in a ribbon, kissing the top of your head and gently smiling.

- Levi is old-fashioned and wants to be a provider so he’s more inclined to bring the head of the household and “bread-winner” as it were. I know Isayama confirmed that Scouts are paid the worst of the three branches but, in all honesty given just how horrifically difficult Scouting I have a hard time buying that. And especially given Levi is literally dubbed “Humanity’s Strongest Soldier”. (Plus if I can make BANK in AOT 2 as a Scout like come on)

- My point being that you both are able to live very nicely on his salary. And Levi does prefer to have you stay at home and take care of the more domestic side of things. Levi isn’t opposed to you having means of bringing in income but he would prefer to be the one to take care of you. He doesn’t want you to have to worry about things like money after all.

- If you’re doing a task that Levi is familiar with but you’re unfamiliar with, Levi is more than happy to guide you through what you’re doing. The first time you helped him take off his ODM gear straps, understandably you fumbled a bit. The leather is thick and tightened against his body in order to ensure safe usage of ODM gear in high speeds and altitudes. But he gently placed his hands over yours and showed you how to undo the buckles and straps, guiding your hands and fingers.

- Or when he taught you how to use a knife in self defense, Levi pressed up against your back, hand on yours holding the blade and other hand moving your arm, positioning you for a defensive stance. He hopes you never have to use these skills, as he’s vowed to always be the one to protect you and shield you from things like this. But he’d rather you know the skill and never need to use it.

- Levi enjoys washing you, either in the shower or the bath if you two are able to take one together. In the shower, Levi will usually shampoo and condition your hair, his fingers moving gently and massaging your scalp. He loves feeling your hair in his hands and takes great care. He’ll even wash you gently with soap or body wash, every movement delicate. Of course, he loves when you return the favor.

- Another of Levi’s rules (which is admittedly very easy to follow) is that you’re there to greet him when he comes home. Whether it’s back from a long day at the Corps base or if it’s back from an expedition, all he wants is for one of the first things he sees when he returns to “normalcy” is your face and your smile. He wants the first thing he gets to do when he comes home is hold you close, kiss you and get to feel your warmth.

#levi aot #aot levi #levi snk #snk levi #levi ackerman headcanons #Levi Ackerman #levi x you #levi x reader headcanons #levi x oc #levi x reader #levi x y/n #levi ackerman x female reader #levi ackerman x y/n #levi ackerman x oc #levi ackerman x reader #levi ackerman x you #❤️ The Soldier and his Songbird ❤️

[bita-bita]

As I said, my doctors are panicking abt my medical test results. And I'm still in the process of having more tests done.

Um.. so last night I was really depressed cuz my doc literally said I might die ://// idk if he meant it FOR REAL or if he just wanted to make sure I know it's a serious case and I should keep getting checked just to make sure it's nothing. Ok Idk, my body feels alright tbh, I'm really surprised they're suddenly saying that sort of stuff- ANYWAY.

What I wanted to say is that I believe anything that happens is connected to our inner feelings and thoughts. Like.. idk, illnesses can be a sign of oppressed emotions, jealousy or long-term anxiety, holding a grudge, envy or fears and stuff like that. Um, so when I was faced with this situation, I tried to find a lesson in it. And sometimes "bad things" that happen can actually help push us in the direction we desire.

For example, I'm a very anxious person. I have anxiety. And I'm hard on myself in the sense that I think I'm responsible about how I make ppl feel. (And yes that's true to a certain degree, I shouldn't go around kicking ppl. But do I need to overthink my every word and tone and action to the point of being extremely anxious? Do I have to hold such a high standard when it comes to every move I make?) I KNOW it's not good. It bothers me. It feels bad. But it was never bad enough to make me wanna make a serious change, yk? It's easier to just.. let it be and have the same familiar thoughts and feelings.

And so, the importance of the situation made me FORCE MYSELF to take some time and direct my thoughts in a way that I intended, not just some default patterns that cause me anxiety. Not to go with the familiar flow.

Cuz if I keep being the same person, having the same thoughts and feelings, doing the same things, how can I create something different? How can I expect to be a better, healthier, happier Bita?

I actually thought about it, cuz I was forced to! And I'm glad I was. Cuz otherwise I probably wouldn't have. and I realized, well I am gonna die someday, whether now or years from now, really doesn't make a difference, but thinking about the possibility of it all coming to an end, made me realize I don't want to live a life filled with worry and anxiety. I noticed I have goals and dreams. There are things I wanna experience, as Bita, in this time space reality. I know it doesn't end, and I know my experience of existence isn't limited to 100 years in Bita's human body. but still, there are things I wanna do AS Bita. And so I've decided nothing is worth getting mad at, and nothing is worth worrying over or getting anxious about. It's not worth it, not if it's going to cause distress to my lovely body. It's serving me well, it's doing its best, how can I put so much stress on it? How can I be so hateful towards it? How can I not be gentle and appreciative with it? It deserves all the love! It connects me to the physical realm! It lets me taste delicious food that's only possible in this amazing physical world! It helps me breathe, it pumps blood and life through my vains, and it moves me around the world, to beautiful places! Yeah nonphysical is cool and all, and yeah, I'd love to go back there and get the answers to my many questions, but.. but this world is soooo cool too! It's limited in a sense, yes. Things take fucking long to get created here, yesss. BUT CAKE! I WANNA EAT CAKE! You can't grab a piece of cake and bite into it in the nonphysical, you can't tasteeee the sweet taste on your tongue, it's not a concentrated feeling, it's great yeah but it's vague and it's... it's not physical!! I realized I LIKE physical! I still want to be physical! I'm not done with this world yet! And more importantly, I refuse to go out with an illness!!! I want a cool way of going *wooosh* back to nonphysical!

I mean if it's nothing and I'll keep living, I'd like to live a better life here for now! And if I'm to die, then I'd like to die with a good feeling, not like a miserable saddd person :/

Surely I still feel anxiety about the situation, and other things. but that's just a pattern that's familiar to me. it will take some time to change, but if I hold onto this feeling, this memory, this awakening, I'll eventually grow out of this habbit.

Mom is complaining abt something I did? Not worth getting upset about.

My friend did something I didn't like? Why get mad when I can keep my heart open and see people as.. just people. they are trying too, they have challenges too, not everyone wants to harm me, not everyone has ill intentions. I should love, for my sake. Not because they deserve it or don't.

I am my responsibility. I'm willing to let go, to forgive, to trust, to love, because of myself. Because it feels good to ME. It feels better than hating and criticizing.

To put it simply, I'm gonna chill out y'all!!! Everything has a solution. Everything can be fixed or replaced. Life is not a big deal. It's really not.

Pt. 2

#talk talk #cw: illness #cw: death #tw: death #tw: illness #law of attraction #spirituality #or whatever you wanna call it #just tagging to find it later if I need

[wavy-gorl]

did not realize there was a community for this, but this is the internet i should've known

hi i was born with a cleft soft and hard palate, i didn't have a cleft lip or anything else (still tagging this because i wanna reach anyone who understands), my mom told me that i also have the thing where you have a really small chin combined with a cleft palate but i don't remember the name of the condition

i've like literally never been able to talk to anyone else who's had one and i mean my friends all know about it and i love them, but like they don't fully understand bc they haven't experienced it, you know how it is

but uh yeah i've always felt really weird labeling myself as like disabled or anything like that because i've always felt like my cleft palate wasn't enough but honestly my entire life has kinda revolved around it so i feel like i should

here's the part where i'm going to dump in a list all of my super specific experiences in hopes that someone will relate because i am so serious when i say that i've never talked to someone who relates before:

tw: idk medical stuff, ed mentioned (arfid specifically), mildly graphic i guess (just complaining about medical stuff i've had to deal with)

i've had 11 surgeries (feeding tube, adenoids removed, palate repairs, and ear tubes)

i have this sick as fuck second belly button and honestly sometimes i forget that most people only have one and i have to do a double take when i see other people's boring abdomens

i have a list of foods that i cannot eat because they taste like general anesthesia (including but not limited to: whoppers, onion rings, cranberry juice, blue candy hearts, and wintergreen life savers)

i was diagnosed with arfid recently, but i've had it my entire life because i had a feeding tube for the first year of my life and so i just cannot handle most food textures

i have really bad social skills and low self-esteem because i got bullied when i was younger because people couldn't understand me because my voice was really weird, this got better with surgeries but it didn't fix my lack of social skills

I HATED SPEECH THERAPY, like 14 years of it did not make s sounds easier to pronounce

i need hearing aids but i can't get them because i have holes in my ears and extreme drainage, but the holes are good because they allow my ears to drain but the fact that there's drainage is still bad and ahhhhhh

i'm 19 but i still have to go back and forth between the children's hospital and the regular one when it comes to palate stuff and it's honestly annoying sometimes (everyone's nice though so it's fine)

eating is awful because nose stuff i don't want to go into detail but iykyk (don't make me laugh while eating)

i don't have a uvula and when people find out, it's suddenly the most interesting fact they know about me and i don't get it

not even i know my full medical history it is so incredibly complex

i have a collection of my wristbands

the worst fucking thing in the world was the stupid nasal endoscopy, like early covid brain-poking tests were fucking nothing compared to that stupid camera going up my nose

mouth breathing

i have random vocal/breathing tics (i guess tic is the right term?) and they are annoying but yeah

every goddamn time i went to the orthodontist, he would always say every FUCKING TIME "don't let your mom tell you that you have a big mouth because i'm here to tell you otherwise" LIKE I GET IT

when i got my teeth pulled, the laughing gas didn't work because 1.) that shit's so weak and 2.) i had to breathe it in through my nose exclusively (mouth breathing point), but they didn't believe me and went along with the procedure anyway and after experiencing that, hell has nothing on me

my role model growing up was lentil bean, the cleft palate dog

the only piece of media i ever related to was Wonder, but even that one contributed to me feeling like i hadn't gone through enough to consider my cleft palate a big deal

i am a musician (singer and percussionist) but i can't breathe, hear, or speak properly and so i bet you can imagine how hellish that is

i had to quit dance when i was younger because i kept missing entire seasons because of my surgeries (since recovery was like 4 weeks sometimes) and i really wish that i didn't have to

ok yeah that's all i can think of please someone relate to me god please

#cleft palate #cleft lip #craniofacial #cleft chin #cleft palate and lip #fuck i don't know how to tag this #please someone see this #like i swear i am trying to tag the shit out of this so that literally anyone can get me

[kookie-doughs]

Your Voice

Oikawa Tooru X Reader

-In a world where only a few people has a soulmate, and they are burdened with a disability until they meet their other half.

Chapter 23: Confession

Italic signed, Bold written

The last day of cultural festival had ended, you along with the quartet were cleaning up.

You smiled at the four who were playing around with the mop... well not the four, just Hanamaki and Matsukawa.

You saw them getting tired, understandable they've been cleaning all afternoon. You looked around the room and grabbed their bottles and ran out to refill them.

While filling the bottles you felt a tap on your shoulder. You turned to see Oikawa.

Nothing had happened yet but your heart was breakjng out of your ribs. It was going haywire.

Fuck youre down bad. Just his mere presence was enough for your heart to do this.

"I'll help with that." He laughed

You didnt even need to hear it for your heart to melt, his expression.

You shook your head.

"I can handle myself! Youre tired too!"

He rolled his eyes and took the filled bottles. There was only 4 bottles, what help did you need.

None.

He just wanted an excuse to be with you after all. He looked at you looking on the ground face flushed carrying his bottle.

He smiled to himself. You didnt see that of course. You also can't hear his heart beating out of his chest.

When you two got back he tossed the bottles to the three. Then turned to you.

You eyes met his and you hurriedly shoved the bottle to him and ran the other side of the room.

After a few minutes you got the courage to turn only to see him looking at you. When you met his eyes again, he waved. You flushed and nodded.

"Iwa-chan~ Can I go on a date with Y/N?"

You read you head smoked and you couldnt comprehend what he just said.

Iwaizumi looked at you and nodded.

Your eyes widened and looked at Oikawa, the duo were poking at Oikawa.

You tried surpressing a smile.

But when he came up to you, you couldn't stop it.

"Wanna go on a date with me?"

"O...k..." Your raspy voice got caught and blood came out. But it wasnt much.

Both of you were a blushing mess. Iwaizumi couldn't help but look at you two sadly. As much as he hated Oikawa for you, he was hoping you were his soulmate. But he assumed it was impossible. How could that work after all.

At least two of the important people im his life were happy. Even temporarily, he doesn't want to see Oikawa like how he was last time.

The three hurriedly cleaned up. Iwaizumi was resting. After cleaning, you were all excused and were free to go

Oikawa was excited to take you out.

You were excited to be taken out by Oikawa.

You were both planning something.

You were both going to confess.

He took your hand. Your face was burning, He had a smile as he excitedly walked with you.

He had the happiest look you've seen since youve met him. Seeing his smile while he practically skips swaying your hand back and forth had soften your tenseness.

He had taken you to a pastry shop. He got your favorite flavor without even needing to ask, and he got your 2nd favorite for himself.

He propped a large paper and two pens on the table. Handing you your pastry.

"Enjoy ;)"

You smile at him and took a bite at your pastry.

He took a bite of his and his expression changed for a bit but upon looking at your excited look he composed himself.

Eating sweets had reminded him of what he had lost. But being here with you... he doesn't seem to care.

I guess he had been looking at you for too long because you had lifted a spoonful of your pastry to his lips.

He swears food you feed him tastes so much better. It was basically the same as he had but oddly, when you give it to him, he likes it more.

"Which one do you like more"

He saw you write. He placed his hand on his chin thinking.

"Maybe i should try yours again to make sure."

You both laughed, you gave him some anyway. He nodded smacking his lips exaggerately, you giggled.

He points at yours.

He took a spoonful of his cake and brought it up to your lips.

This wasn't the first time he did it, but it felt... so good. Just like him... it tasted better. You've had that pastry millions of times but you haven't appreciated this much till now.

Looking at Oikawa's expression. The way his chin rested on his hands looking at you. You flushed.

You just got your new favourite flavor.

You pointed at his pastry. "I like yours more..."

He laughed, he took your plate and switched it with his.

After a few minutes your paper was full, your plates were empty and your drinks were finished.

He excused himself to go to the counter.

You look at the the paper and him... You can't say it to him. You'd die of embarrassment. You hurriedly took the paper wrote at the back and placed it back like normal.

After a few minutes he came back with a small bento cake at hand which he gave to you.

"Take it home its for your snack." He blushed and smiled.

He took the paper and paid no mind to it. He folded it and shoved it down his pocket.

He took the cake from you and he walked you home.

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